lil wayne

man his kinks are weird. you stifle a laugh and instead work on somehow taking your man impossibly deeper inside of you. you swear he's changed your genetic makeup by now, because a few months ago you could hardly take half of him without crying. baby steps go far, apparently.

you manage another orgasm out of him before he starts getting really sloppy with his movements. stuttering hips, balls clenching so hard that you're almost worried he'll hurt himself. is it normal for guys to insist on being fucked until they're on the verge of passing out? is there anything normal about sukuna?

you're not much better, you suppose. this is punishing, really, you know you won't be able to walk for a long while after this. at least not without sukuna's help. but god is he addicting, just his cock alone is enough to keep you hooked. huge and veiny and somehow always managing to hit the exact right spot inside of you.

this part of ryomen is what you like best, though. once you've milked him for all he's got, and he's still aching for more. to be reduced down to nothing by you. whatever big scary monster he likes to say he is turns into this: a melted man who likes biting off more than he can chew.

he's still bossy, though.

"claim every part of me," he's hardly got the strength to keep hold of your hips, but somehow he manages. the muscles in his arms bulge as he fucks you up and down on his cock so quick it must hurt his achy length. "come on, strip me for all i've got. don't stop on my account."

one of his hands rips yours from his chest and places it instead around his throat. "hard," he urges you. "overindulge. scare yourself if you must. ruin me. break your king."

as if you had the power to do him any real harm, you squeeze. his cock quite literally throbs inside of you as you do, and half of you wonders if sukuna is getting off instead on the idea of being worn thin.

"beg me," you grin, tweaking his nipple with your free hand. "come on, my lord... use your manners."

of course, he growls. puts on a show of baring his teeth and cursing weakly under his breath, but you tighten up around him just enough to hitch his breath and suddenly, your big scary boyfriend is begging you to wreck him.

it's all too much for him. both mentally and physically, being reduced down by someone so... weak. so human, who sees him as the same species. a feeble little human, albeit one with all these extra limbs. maybe its a sort of degradation kink. the simple thought of being on par with a human should fill him with rage... not lust.

"please," he bites out, and lord does it sting his throat to say. "usurp me."

"you really make no sense sometimes," you hum, and pull one of his hands to the tip of his cock that isn't inside of you. you push his palm flat over the leaky head and force the 'king of curses' to taste himself with his hand alone.

now it's all too much. the formidable, puissant ryomen sukuna is lost for all words. his eyes roll back, and his back arches up off the bed and, at the ministry of the most puzzling human he's ever met, he's stolen for all he's worth. he cums inside of you with a disgusting force, and shoots an equally virile load out of his other cock straight into the mouth that forms on his palm.

you fuck him through even this orgasm, somehow with more stamina than him, and only stop once you notice he's truly too fucked out to even make a remark about being the ruler of all things evil, or whatever.

"baby," you coo, leaning forward to kiss his tense jaw. "you look so pretty like this."

it's true. his hair is a mess, and his lips are parted, and this is one of the few times your man isn't sporting a scowl. he scowls even in his sleep.

"you dare speak of your lord in such ways?" he manages.

Satoru’s bright, goofy grin is makes your world brighter. “I love seeing you smile, it’s so beautiful and goofy.” Kissing his cheek, his cheeks turn from pink to red.

“I love makin’ ya blush just as much handsome.” He climbs into the bed, lay you down with care. Kissing your forehead, cupping your face with his large warm hands.

Grabbing his hand, kissing his palms. “I love how you’ve become my home. I was so lonely before you.” Gently kissing you, like he doesn’t want to break you. Putting all his sweet, tender passionate love into it.

You are so cherished and treasured, adored by him. He spent every second he could showing you.

Laying on top of you, his weight pushing you into the mattress. Sliding your fingers through his soft undercut into his long fluffy hair. Patting his head again, he pulls away with a large grin.

Kissing your cheek, “You’re my sugar.”

Kissing his nose, “That makes you my Bear. I love you.”

Kissing your lips, “I love you too honey, let’s watch stupid idiots similar to ourselves fall for each other.” He sits up, watching you arrange your pillows. Grabbing the remote and pulling up the rom-com ‘Love is Infinite’.

Tugging his sweater off, setting it in the side table. Watching you get cozy, pulling the blanket aside and doing last minute adjustments to the pillow. Glancing over at him, “Something wrong?”

“Can’t I admire my lovely, sweet, charming, stunning fiancé?”

you shuffled in your seat, gaze catching on the uncanny expression across gojo’s features before he excused himself for a moment.

everyone returned to their conversations like nothing was out of sorts but you couldn't overlook gojo’s seeming displeasure, scooting out of the booth yourself and heading towards the restrooms.

you stood outside of the gentlemen’s room, awkwardly rocking on your heels until the man in question shuffled out. 

his milky hair was slightly damp, like he had just carded his wet fingers through it. and as soon as he spotted you, which didn’t take long given those brilliant six eyes, that shit-eating grin crawled onto his face. 

“fancy seeing you here,” he remarked, shoving his hands into his uniform pockets and tilting his head.

you scoffed, a giggle leaving your lips that made gojo’s heart soar and smile falter, all of which went undetected by you. “well, who would i be to miss wonderful conversation with my colleagues and a lovely dinner in my favorite hole-in-the-wall izakaya sponsored by a certain white haired idiot?”

gojo angled his head in feigned thoughtfulness, placing a finger to his pursed lips for even more dramatic flair. “a fool, i'd say.”

rolling your eyes, you smacked a hand against gojo’s shoulder, not even realizing his infinity technique had been released. 

he took a few slow steps away from you, leaning his back against the corridor walls opposite to you and crossed his ankles. “so. didn’t know you and suguru had gotten so close,” he started, heart slamming against his ribcage and bruising black and blue.

you shrugged noncommittally, your back meeting the wall, too. “kinda makes sense since we’ve been assigned on a couple of missions together. plus, there’s a lot to learn from him.”

“a lot to learn from weird bangs?”

“ha ha,” you dryly chuckled, before gazing down at your feet. “he is a special grade sorcerer, after all. he can teach me things about my technique, satoru.”

gojo paused, eyeing the way your foot tapped against the marble floor and your mind seemed to be elsewhere. and for once, he pushed aside a snarky comment about how he could teach you these things himself.

he was the strongest at the end of the day.

gojo pushed off of the wall, dusting his hands like he was ridding himself of the clarifying conversation. he leaned in towards you, folding in half and making a show of getting in your space. “sure you don’t have the hots for him?”

“ewww,” you scoffed incredulously, peeling gojo away from you and palming his shoulders. 

regardless of the repulsed nature of your voice, gojo was able to pick up on the faint quiver of your lips and the heat emanating from your cheeks.

"Well duh, of course he's going to be there, did I forget to tell you we were in the same year?" It must've slipped from your mind in one of those late night 'My ex was fucking trash" convos you used to have with Sukuna after too many beers.

"So you're asking me to play goody two shoes in front of the guy my girl used to date? fuck no-"

"I'm not asking you to be friends Sukuna just- um behave?" You ask coming closer to Sukuna with pleading eyes, the ones he has a very hard time telling the word "no" to.

"You play fucking dirty " he says letting out a sigh.

You grins as you grab onto his shoulders to press a small kiss against his lips.

Sukuna immediately react to the kiss by grabbing a handful of your ass and yanking you closer to him.

"You look too damn good tonight, we could be doing something way better-"

You shush Sukuna by putting a finger against his lips "Tempting offer but no, not tonight" you say, fixing his collar gently.

Sukuna rolls his eyes and places a soft kiss on your neck before releasing you. "Alright then, let's get this over with".

The venue was just what you expected. It was a hall from a bit upscale hotel. You entered the hall with your arm looping through Sukuna's.

Even from a distance you can already recognize the familiar faces you spent your entire school years with. And of course this goes without saying, the eyes in the room snapped to Sukuna first before they fell on to your face. And honestly you can't even complain.

The pink pushed back hair, the black lines & the silver piercings decorating his face just glistening under the chandelier lights, an all black suit that fits his physics perfectly, you wouldn't take your eyes off the man towering next you either.

And you wanted nothing more than to show off the perfect, fine ass man you bagged to the friends who saw your not-too-nice love life in the highschool days.

The event was going quite well, people started coming up and introduce themselves with small chit chats and Sukuna kept his promise, trying his best to act interested, giving them small nods and sentences.

Well atleast until he showed up to the scene.

Your ex wasted zero seconds when he saw you, he slid over to you in no time, holding the past familiarity in his eyes.

"Hey" he says in a soft and casual tone "You look good"

You smile, letting out a small "thank you" trying to be polite, after all both of you are adults now. Obviously life and time matured you into different people than what you used to be. And you've already moved on from what happened in the past.

Sukuna snorts under his breath and you quickly nudge Sukuna with your arm, signaling him to introduce himself.

After responding to your death glare with a scowl, Sukuna finally steps forward, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you. I've heard nothing about you"

this jerk.

Your ex's smile falters a little bit and he takes Sukuna's hand with a hesitant face. "And this is.....?"

"Oh this is my-"

"Ryomen" Sukuna says smoothly, trying to look unbothered as possible. "Her boyfriend, we live together".

You looked at him, giving him a face as to say "was the last part even necessary?"

And he pressed his eyebrows together, giving you an expression that says "of course it is"

Your ex just nods, like he's trying to swallow something so bitter "oh right, that's.. really great"

Sukuna doesn't smile but in his mind he's watching a mouse trying to pretend he's not cornered and that gives him satisfaction, more than he likes to admit.

Sukuna lightly tilts his head and looks directly into your ex's face and says "yeah, I know" in a low and bored tone.

You step in with a nervous laugh trying to defuse the tension and drag Sukuna to a near by buffet table and he lets you.

"You said you'd behave" You hiss.

"what? That was me behaving" he says shrugging his shoulders.

"You looked like you wanted the chandelier to fall on his head"

"I did"

You gasps "Sukuna!"

As the night grew darker, drinks started going around along with pics & yearbooks. And against your protests Sukuna managed to grab one yearbook from the table because he was curious to see what you looked like in high school.

"you had bangs?" He asks after seeing a pic of you during your awkward bangs phase.

"I looked so ugly with them, wtf" you say, trying to cover your embarrassed face with hands.

"no tf you weren't, you look cute"

*snap*

"omg Sukuna stop taking pics! I look like a duck there" you say, trying to cover the yearbook but accidently the pages flipped ahead and both of your eyes landed on the new page in front of you.

It was a photo of your highschool dance, and of course next to you was none other than your dance partner, your previous boyfriend.

Sukuna's smile falters for a second.

"oh this was from when I was 19, our last school dance I think"

Sukuna hums slightly. "You looked beautiful" a pause, "And he looked like he snuck onto earth"

You hide a laugh as you tell Sukuna to shut up but you don't miss how the smile he lost while looking at the photo returns a second later, after seeing how genuinely happy you looked at that school dance. And to your suprise he still snaps a pic.

It was around midnight when you two finally made it out of the reception hall after saying goodbye to everyone. Sukuna is already taking out the keys from his pocket.

Night air brushes were a bit cool against your skin tonight. Before you can complain you feel a big warm blazer slipping around your shoulders and a warm pair of hands coming to hold your cheeks. "You're cold, let's get home quick" he says taking one of your hands and moving towards the parking lot.

Few minutes of silence, and Sukuna was the first one to break it.

"I wasn't threatened by the way" he murmurs in a calm tone.

"huh?"

He flickes his eyes to the sky briefly. "Call it petty if you want- I just hated not being there for you first"

"And that's why you photo bombed the entire class only pic and sat next to me? Just because he wanted to sit near me?" You say letting out a light chuckle.

"That's.. different" Sukuna says as he suddenly stops the walking. A whisper came next, brushing against your ear "You looked good tonight, too good to sit next to someone who let you go"

Your breath catches.

"I don't need to be threatened" he says smoothly, like he's stating a fact . "Because I already know how this ends"

You blink. "What ends?"

"Us." He doesn't look at you when he says it, but the seriousness in his voice gets to you. "I've tried to imagine every different version of my fucking life, but somehow one thing never changes in any of em"

Sukuna finally looks at you, expression unreadable but his eyes, certainty filled in both of them.

"You're in it, sweetheart. Always been"

Your chest tightens. Not the heavy and dull kind, the soft and full kind. You smile despite your heart literally thudding against your ribs.

"You say that like it's guaranteed" you whisper.

He leans in and kisses you, slow. just once. "It is."

You smile against his lips, letting yourself sink into him, into the love you've always dream of having ever since you were a little girl.

Downbad!Sukuna who so pathetically listens to you. No matter what you tell him to do, he does it without question. Even though, yes, he may grumble a curse or two through it, he still listens to you. The only time he doesn't is when he's in the mood to hear you curse him out.

Downbad!Sukuna who always has a shit-eating grin on his face and keeps that smugness there 25/7 even when you're genuinely upset about something. It's the only time he feels himself getting so uncontrollably excited and he couldn't even try to hide his amusement even if he wanted to.

Downbad!Sukuna who one time gets down on his knees and literally kisses the ground you walk on after losing a bet and cumming before you told him he could. Watching your boyfriend's bulky body down on all fours worshiping the floor just because your presence graced it was something that brought you great amusement.

Especially since he had the most frustrated expression on his face the entire time, sending you glares that clearly said he was gonna get you back for this.

Downbad!Sukuna who never, in fact, gets you back for anything because even when he's the one on top fucking you to tears and helpless cries of his name, he can't even find it in himself to turn it into another bet since he knows he'll just lose again.

Downbad!Sukuna who cums untouched multiple times throughout your relationship. One look and even a simple call of his name could get him there--not that he'd ever reveal that to you (intentionally).

Downbad!Sukuna who takes immense pride in eating you out like a man starved. Your pleasure his one of his top priorities but he tries to play it off by telling you that he's not doing it for himself and not for you.

The crackle of burning wood devoured the night.

Screams tore through the air, jagged and raw until they dissolved into the hungry roar of the fire. You ran barefoot over splintered earth as the smoke clawed down your throat. Your mother’s voice called your name once, twice, before it was swallowed whole by the collapse of your home.

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The stench of charred flesh stuck to you like a curse.

And then, nothing.

You jolted awake, breath tearing in and out of your lungs, the phantom heat still clinging to your skin. The room was dark, lit only by the slow burn of braziers in the corners. Shadows clung to carved pillars, the air heavy with incense and something metallic beneath it. The walls seemed to press in, not claustrophobic but watchful like the place itself knew who ruled here.

Ryomen Sukuna’s chambers were not meant for rest. It is a place where only the worthy lingered, and only at his will.

You had earned your place here.

A cook, a cleaner, a strategist, someone sharp enough to keep pace with his mind, and someone skilled enough in your own cursed technique to make yourself indispensable.

He had taken you under his wing when he found you, the sole survivor crawling through the ashes of the village he’d just burned. Since then, you had been many things to him. Sort of a weapon, a company, someone to bear the brunt of his temper and someone to warm his bed when it pleased him. You cooked, you cleaned, you thought fast, you fought faster.

Above all, you endured him.

Tonight, you were here for another reason: guard duty. Your technique heightened your senses beyond the ordinary. You're able to catch the faintest disturbances before they breached the threshold.

Sleeping in his chambers meant you could react before a threat even existed. But tonight… the threat had been only in your head.

You shifted on your mat near the door, heart still refusing to settle. It was ridiculous, you knew, to be this rattled over a dream when you had seen far worse in waking life. Still, your gaze drifted to the futon in the center of the room, the faint rise and fall of the figure sprawled there.

You stood before you could stop yourself.

“Lord Sukuna-”

His eyes snapped open, red cutting through the dark like a blade. “What the hell?”

“I… it was a bad dream, and I thought I should-”

“You woke me up because of a fucking bad dream?” The words were a growl, incredulous and edged with irritation, as if the very idea offended him.

You froze, then gave the smallest nod.

He studied you, the stiffness in your posture and the faint tremor in your hands. His lip curled, a sliver of amusement breaking through the irritation. “Seriously? You’re paranoid again, aren’t you?”

“It felt real,” you murmured, gaze falling to the floor as if the weight of your own words shamed you.

“I told you that shit’s just in your head.” He let out a low and humorless laugh, the sound dripping with mockery. “Pathetic.”

You bowed your head, the instinct to retreat kicking in. He was right, you were here to protect him, not burden him with childish fears. You turned back toward your mat.

“Come here."

You stopped, glancing over your shoulder.

“I said,” his voice dropped lower, “come here. Let me prove you’re safe.”

You approached, tentative steps crunching against the silence. His gaze tracked you the whole way, unblinking, like a predator indulging a trembling prey. When you reached him, you half expected him to pull you in at once but instead, he shifted just enough to make space beside him, the smallest invitation.

You sank down, wordless, the air between you thick. His eyes never left yours, and you could feel them even as you tried to glance away. Slowly, two of his hands rose to your shoulders, heavy and grounding.

“It’s just a dream,” he murmured, voice a low rumble. “You get that?”

You nodded, a small and reluctant tilt of your head.

He leaned in, not enough to kiss but close enough for the barest brush of his lips to ghost against your temple. The warmth of him lingered there for a beat, and then he eased you back, guiding you to lie down. When your head touched the pillow, his touch withdrew.

Guilt prickled at you. Waking him for this suddenly felt foolish. The irrational fear still coiled in your gut though, the reminder that you were stuck here with him in moments like these.

You turned away, curling on your side, facing away from him. The mattress dipped with your weight, but the air around you grew still again. Sleep threatened to reclaim you.

And then..

A firm tug on your waist pulled you backward until your spine met the solid heat of his chest. His breath fanned over the shell of your ear, each exhale warm and deliberate. His arms encircled your waist, both of them, until you realized there were more.

His third hand slipped beneath the fabric of your yogi, hooking under your top leg and pulling it up until your foot found the mattress for balance. The position left you open and helpless, his fingers dragging over your folds with maddening patience.

The fourth hand slid to the curve of your neck, palm spanning it, thumb under your jaw, the weight and pressure coaxing your head back toward his mouth.

“Close your eyes… I’ll give you something better to dream about.”

When he spoke, his voice wasn’t loud, it was intimate. Every syllable sank into your skin before it reached your ears, the kind of tone that made your pulse stumble. You could feel the weight of him shift closer until the heat of his body was a solid wall against your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

A breath hitched in your throat, spilling out as a soft, involuntary moan. “Lord Suku-”

“Feel that?” His whisper was molten, dragging slow over your nerves. “You’re warmer when you’re scared… I like that.”

Two fingers traced along your folds with a practiced familiarity, unhurried yet certain as though he’d memorized every way your body reacted. The rough pads of his fingers caught on the slickness there, knowing exactly how to coax your muscles into tightening under his touch. Your legs threatened to close the gap, instinctively trying to push away from the overwhelming sensation, but his grip kept you open, forcing you to take every stroke.

His lips lingered beside your ear, pressing a trail of messy, noisy pecks along the sensitive skin just behind it, each one damp and deliberate. The wet sounds mingled with your ragged breaths, his mouth dotting your neck like he wanted to mark every flinch and shiver that ran through you.

On the other hand (literally), his fingers slid deeper between your folds, sinking in just enough to make your hips twitch. The slow press made it impossible to think straight, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, his chest pressed flush to your back, arm hooked around your waist to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

“Please sukuna.. I can’t hold it anymore-” the admission slipped out between ragged breaths.

“Pathetic little thing,” he murmured almost to himself, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “You’re not gonna come until I say so.”

Sukuna’s grip tightened, thumbs pressing into your clit just enough to make you gasp.

“I’m gonna- fuck.. just move, please.”

“Ah-ah,” he drawled, “don’t start squirming now. I said you’ll come when I let you.”

His hands loosened from your waist only to find the knot of your yogi, tugging it free in one sharp pull. The fabric parted under his touch, slipping from your frame until it hung loose at your shoulders, baring you entirely. His eyes darkened at the sight, a smirk curving his lips.

“Going around with nothing under this… just for me?,” he murmured, the words dripping with approval. “Good. Saves me the trouble of tearing them off you.”

Your thighs twitched against the grip of his hands, muscles trembling with the effort of keeping still. Every nerve screamed for release, your hips shifting despite yourself, chasing friction only for his hold to tighten in warning.

A choked whimper slipped from your lips before you could stop it, your fingers digging into the thick muscle of his forearms.

“I.. I won’t,” you gasped, shaking your head, voice breaking with need. “I won’t do it again.. please..”

His mouth curved into something cruel, eyes glinting like he already knew you were lying.

“What was that?” he taunted, voice deep and unhurried. “Can’t hear you when you’re whining like that. Speak properly.”

You tried again, hips jerking despite the punishing hold on you. “Please, Sukuna, I’ll be good- I..I promise.”

“Beg,” he ordered, and you realized he hadn’t slowed for even a second. If anything, his pace was merciless. Heat coiled tighter and unbearable, until he slid another thick finger inside you, stretching you wide.

"That’s cute," he drawled. In one swift motion, both of the hands gripping your waist slid to the back of your yogi hunging loose on your shoulder before tearing them apart, the fabric splitting open under his strength. The seam gave way first, then the rest followed, shredded in seconds, scraps falling onto the mattress, some scattering across the floor. With the back ripped wide, you were left completely bare, nothing between you and him. "Try again, brat."

"Suk- Lord Sukuna, m-may I please come?"

The hand on your neck gripped tighter, cutting off just enough air to make your vision spark. You squirmed under him, muscles trembling, but you persisted, voice breaking into desperate gasps. "Please… Lord Su..kuna. I-I’ll do anything you need, just let me-"

A slow and cruel smirk curved his mouth. "Pathetic little thing… you sound just right when you’re begging." His grip eased just enough for you to gasp for breath. "Go on then, make it messy."

The flood of sensation was overwhelming, every touch, every stroke, every whisper driving you closer to the edge. Your breath hitched, chest rising and falling unevenly, your body trembling under the weight of all the pleasure.

Then without warning, the two large hands that had been gripping your waist slid upward settling firmly over your breasts. The added pressure, the slick glide of his fingers sent sparks shooting straight through you, intensifying everything tenfold.

You could feel it building, the tight coil inside you winding faster and faster, until finally with a shuddering gasp, you came undone, your whole body folding into the delicious release.

Panting still, chasing ragged breaths that wouldn’t come fast enough to calm your racing heart, you thought it was over.

But just when you thought it was over, the dark, amused voice rumbled low beside your ear, “Good girl...”

Your breath was still ragged when you felt the shift, no time to rest. Without a word, his grip tightened on your hips, pulling you up and spinning you around sharply. Before you could react, he shoved you forward, chest pressed to the mattress, ass raised high.

“On all fours,” Sukuna commanded. His wicked grin spread wide as his eyes darkened with hunger and control. “You haven’t taken my cock yet.”

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

this one's inspired by a tiktok video i saw and since i'm a certified sukuna gooner through and through, i can't let this idea slide.

Your flight this morning was as at the ass crack of dawn so you were all tired and starving on top of it being a whopping 90 humid-as-fuck-degrees outside.

There was no way in hell you guys were walking with all your shit in this heat as it was over a 2 hour walk to the other side of the island where your villa was.

So when a kind old farmer offered to let you use his van free of charge after overhearing your plight you all were more than grateful. 

(Which tbh, the whole pier heard as it was mostly everyone verbally jumping Gojo for being such a dumbfuck and not arranging a rental/pickup ahead of time).

That’s how you ended up in the very back of a sugarcane farmer’s old rusty ass van.

Currently, you were squished between luggage as the only seatbelt that worked in the back was the middle seat. You sat in your boyfriend Suguru’s lap and he wrapped his arms around you as a makeshift seatbelt. 

You were the only two dating on the trip so it just made sense for you both to be in the back and you on his lap. 

Nanami and Shoko were in the row in front of you and Sukuna and Choso in front of them. 

That left Toji and Gojo in the driver and passenger seats respectively. The both of them completely ripping each other's heads off about directions.

Truly, no one wanted those two up front together but Gojo had called ‘shotty’ and Toji was the only one with a license who actually knew how to drive a stick and handle a big ass van like this. 

All in all the vacation so far was a real shitshow.

The van itself was so old the seats were scratched up and peeling. Of course the A/C didn’t work either causing the musty stench of the van to become more apparent in the heat.

No bluetooth, but thankfully the radio did work. Although the only station available was playing old-timey island tunes. 

To top it off, the paint stripped frame shook violently over every small bump on the dusty island dirt roads making Suguru hold you even tighter so you didn’t fly out of his lap. 

You really thought the van could give out at any moment and leave your group stranded but Toji assured you all it would last the 40 more minutes or so you needed to get to the other end of the island as long as dumbass Gojo would stop fucking up the Y!J maps directions with his “short cuts”.

As expected Toji’s snark only started another fight and it was way too hot and miserable in the rickety sweatbox of a vehicle to suffer through the heat on top of the two of them.

“Sorry about them babe.” Suguru whispered in your ear, giving you a light kiss to your temple.

You hadn’t been dating Suguru long, just 3 months and this was your first trip away with him. Also the first time you’ve spent more than a few hours with him and all his friends. You had been surprised but glad when he invited you along.

“I’d say they aren’t always like that but…” Suguru trailed off with a sigh and shook his head. 

You smiled. 

You didn’t mind. 

You were honestly just happy to be able to get away with your hot boyfriend. It wasn’t often both you nor him weren’t busy with work as new college grads and you wouldn’t even be able to afford any of this if it wasn’t for Gojo’s rich ass. 

“S’ok”, you replied, turning to give him a peck on the cheek and resting your hands over his own that were secured around you.

“I'm just happy to be here with you Sugu,” you beamed at him. 

Suguru returns your smile and leans over to give you another kiss, this time on the forehead.

“Awe, look at the love birds, too cute”, Shoko teased, turning around in her seat to make sarcastic googly eyes at you both. 

Suguru just rolled his eyes as you blushed.

Moment ruined. 

“No really though…How did you get such a cute and cool girlfriend Sugu?”

Shoko pondered, ignoring Suguru’s rising irritation. 

“You know Y/N, we always thought him and Toru would hook up. Good job bagging him!”

Shoko gave you a wink and a thumbs up. 

Suguru was now glaring daggers at Shoko for her to shut the hell up and stop embarrassing him. 

“I lost ¥15,000 on that bet.”

Sukuna chimed in grumbling as he swiped through Tinder to scope out all the resort thotties Gojo had promised would be on the island. 

“Actually, you lost ¥30,000- ”

Choso reminded him, but his attention was mostly focused on playing Persona 5 Royal on his Switch. 

“-you doubled down that within two weeks they would crack and end up fucking.” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes.

“A fool and his money are easily parted”

Nanami quickly quipped in, flipping a page of the novel he was reading. He had made quite a sum from Sukuna and loved to rub it in his face every chance he got.

“Watch it four eyes.”

Sukuna growled and reached back to give him the finger.

Nanami didn’t even look up from his book which pissed Sukuna off more.

You couldn’t help but laugh openly at the exchange because at one point you even wondered if Suguru and Gojo had a thing when you first met them. 

In fact, when Suguru had finally asked you on a date you initially assumed Gojo would show up too. It wasn’t until mid date you figured out this was actually a real date, just with him. Your relationship had taken off from there. 

“Regret coming yet?” 

Shoko asked you with a smile seeing how all the other guys in the car but Suguru were arguing.

“Are you kidding? You guys are hilarious!” 

You and Shoko shared a laugh at that.

At that moment though, Suguru was thinking how he actually did feel really lucky to have you as a girlfriend. 

You were easy-going, kind, smart, not to mention the most beautiful girl in his eyes. 

He was nervous Satoru secretly annoyed you too much for you to accept the vacation invite or you would be scared off by Sukuna and Toji’s brashness once you were on the trip. 

But he was impressed how well you fit-in, like you had gone to college with them all too.

It made him love you even more, although he hadn’t actually admitted he loved you yet.

Interrupting his reflection, a particularly harsh bump in the road caused you to pop up out of Suguru’s lap and hit your head on the roof of the van.

“Yo! Watch where the hell you are driving Toji. Y/N hit her head!” 

Suguru yelled, even though he did feel bad as it was partially his fault for daydreaming and not holding you tight enough. “Blame your bestie and his shitty ass directions!” 

Toji sneered. 

“Hey!” 

Gojo and Toji proceeded to argue again.

Ignoring them, Suguru nursed your head with a few pats but you assured him you were ok while you adjusted yourself back on his lap. The action was innocent enough but Suguru still felt his cock twitch as your soft round ass unintentionally grind on him with all your wiggling. 

Suddenly he became very aware of how you were sitting on top of him.

Practically bare assed too.

The baby blue sundress he gifted you for this trip had ridden up almost past your thighs from how much the van was rattling you around. Making your white laced thong (also gifted by him) the only thin barrier you had on separating the two of you.

Of course Suguru still had on his linen shorts but he could still feel your warm body perspire through the thin material as if you were skin to skin.

Your round squishy cheeks sunk deeper into his lap with every bump on the road.

He tried to calm himself down but it was difficult to focus on anything else when the perfumed notes of vanilla and jasmine wafting off of you were also making him light headed.

Suguru cursed himself for buying you the dress. It was slightly big on you. The spaghetti straps were a lil too loose, falling down your arm. 

You had long since given up on adjusting them, the action being futile with how the van jostled you around. But your fallen straps gave Suguru a great view of your tits.

Damn. 

Suguru swallows hard. 

You weren't even wearing a bra which allowed him to get a peak of your nipples every time the van shook hard enough to jiggle your tits slightly up out of your dress.

Fuck!

He felt pathetic the way his body was reacting. 

But what could he do? 

Suguru hadn’t really seen you, let alone fucked you in nearly a week.

He had worked overtime at his dumbass job so he could fully take Golden Week off on vacation with you without having to take work calls or answer emails.

But the price Suguru paid was catching up with him as every jolt the old van took had you bouncing on his cock. 

God, he had been wanting to fuck you since he saw you this morning and there was at least 30 more minutes of this sweet torturous hell until you arrived at the villa.

Suguru tried to shift his gaze away from your tits but the luggage surrounding you both blocked your views of any outside scenery. Only the beautiful sight of his sexy curvaceous girlfriend on top of him was all he had to fill his view. 

His sight finally landed on your lips but even the way you moved your mouth was turning him on as you innocently smiled and spoke to Shoko about your favorite TV show.

Shit. 

Suguru could only think about how great those lips felt wrapped around his cock.

He loved how you looked blissed out just from sucking dick. The delicious vibrations from your moans would travel through him when you took him to the hilt like the good girl you always were for him. 

“Goddammit. Think about anything else Suguru, you aren’t some fucking virgin!” 

His inner voice chastised him.

Suguru tried to think of ice baths. 

Cold winters. 

His old wrinkly bitch of a chemistry teacher from way back in high school. 

But it wasn’t working. 

This humid ass van, his insufferable friends, his withdrawals from you, combined with your body heat and the van making you unintentionally dry hump him had his already low and overworked resolve rapidly crumbling.

He was definitely fully hard now.

Suguru prayed you didn’t notice but there was no way you wouldn’t notice the huge bulge you were sitting on.

Suguru was anything but small in size, especially bricked up like this.

You tried to hold back a nervous smile and you continued your conversation with Shoko.

However you did admittedly start to feel a little bad for him.

You knew how down bad your boyfriend was for you. 

You and Suguru had sex almost every single day and on days he wasn’t fucking you he was asking for pics. 

Your tits, ass, pussy, hell he even asked you to send your armpit over snapchat once. 

It didn’t matter where you were either. 

Work, restaurants, running regular errands, Suguru wanted the naughtiest pic you could get away with taking at that very moment. 

Hell, you almost had to lie to your boss and say you had a medical issue when it was questioned why you were running to the bathroom so often during work. 

That said, Suguru had been working so hard the past week so he could go on this trip that he didn’t even have time to badger you for pics. 

From the way he desperately clung to you once you saw him this morning at the airport, you half expected him to drag you into the bathroom mid-flight for some mile-high action. 

Little did you know he was fully planning on doing so but as soon as your 6:00 am plane took off he knocked out cold, the full week of overtime finally getting to him. 

He worked so hard to enjoy this vacation with you and even ordered you clothes as gifts.

As a good girlfriend, you want to help him out a bit. Yet the mere thought causes your heart to race.

In front of all his friends? 

You looked around. 

Well, not like they were paying attention to the two of you in the back really.

They were being way too rowdy right now. 

Gojo and Toji were still going at it, Choso was engrossed in playing his game swearing every once in a while when he would mess up and even Nanami breathing right now had Sukuna pissed off making snarky remarks. 

Only Shoko was chatting with you but she was still facing forward and had just pulled out a magazine to flip through.

No harm indulging your boyfriend the tiniest little bit, right? 

You swallowed a noise from escaping as his protruding bulge pushed up into you deeper.

You quivered slightly. 

Suguru was the one with the high sex drive but your body had become accustomed to his needs as they soon became your own.

You missed the stretch and the overwhelming feeling of fullness from him inside of you. 

To hell with it then. 

The van was already bouncing you on him and you both were obviously turned on.

You might as well get off a bit more from it. 

Your mind made up, you arched your back as you leaned forward on the seat in front of you. Slyly you feigned interest in the magazine Shoko had started reading, your legs spread wide on Suguru’s lap.

Rolling your pelvis forward, his dick easily spread your pussy lips through your lace panties, placing your clit directly on this throbbing cock.

You could feel Suguru’s dick straining through his pants as if it could burst through the layers to dig in your core at any moment and you smiled to your self as you continued to rock your hips in a slow and steady motion.

Suguru nearly lost it. 

Were…

Were you actually doing this for him?

He thought you would be embarrassed or upset at him given the circumstances.

Yet here you are in this miserable ass van, with all his crazy friends in it, having a casual convo with Shoko all while rutting on his lap like a bitch in heat. 

Suguru admitted he was worried at one point his high sex drive or fetishes would scare you off. 

But you always sent him every pic of you he requested with enthusiasm, keeping up with him without complaint. 

If Suguru wasn’t sure he loved you before, he was positive he did now. 

Suguru made it his mission from this point forward to not only tell you he loved you on this trip, but his cock was going to show you just how much he loved you too.

Slowly Suguru brings his hands from around your waist and slips them up your dress gliding them onto your hips. 

Startled, you flinched slightly as his thumbs pressed circles into your lower back dips, slowly massaging your erogenous zones causing you to squirm on him more. 

Suguru has to bite back a groan but that doesn’t stop him.

Still firmly digging into your hips he brought you down harder with every bump the van took that sent you upwards and also sent the much needed friction into your cunt as you landed on him.

ShitShitShit. 

You started to pant but played it off as the heat as you fanned yourself and made a comment out loud about the unbearable humidity. 

You knew he would respond but not push things this far.

To Suguru’s credit though it's not like he didn’t try to hold himself back but you were being so good for him.

Great even. 

He would have never asked you to give in to his depravity like this and he was eternally grateful that you decided to do so on your own.

Truly, you were really the best girlfriend he could ever ask for. 

That’s why he wanted it to be better for you. 

Suguru wanted to give you pleasure now and reciprocate your energy. He had left his baby without his cock for an entire week and needed to make it up to you. 

Sliding a hand down from your hips, he slips it into your thong to palm your pussy, covering it completely. Not moving yet, just simply cradling your cunt in his firm grasp.

He could feel your swollen clit pulsing on his palm as the van does all the movement for him, rocking you into him.

The action had you trying to sit up again as you stirred, attempting to squeeze your legs together to prevent Suguru from digging his fingers deeper into your cunt.

Nevertheless, your efforts to stop him proved futile as there was no feasible way to keep your legs closed with the way the van was haphazardly tossing you around.

This allows Suguru all of the access he could ever want to your cunt and you knew he planned to make good use of it. 

You bit your lip and shook your head.

Tears welling in your eyes.

This was definitely further than you had planned to go.

“Come on.. Let me feel that pretty pussy baby, it's been too long.” 

Suguru cooed into your ear low enough only for you to hear over the radio, rattling of the van and his friends arguing.

He graciously took the opportunity presented to him and his thumb began to draw slow lazy circles on your clit. 

Your breath hitched and you had to let out slow steady breaths to keep from moaning aloud.

Lost in his single sighted mission to pleasure you, Suguru ignored your protests as he slipped two fingers inside your sopping cunt.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking your scent in deeper.

This had to stop. 

It felt amazing but there was no way you could stop from crying out if this kept on.

You were barely able to contain your low whimpers that went seemingly undectected by everyone else but Suguru who was only spurred on by the erotic sounds.

Suguru knew he was playing with fire and he knew you only intended to ease his suffering a little until you all arrived at the villa.

But the thrill of how far he could push you and the challenge to see if he could make you silently cum he took upon himself as he inserted a third finger into you.

Your hand flew to the seat in front of you holding it in a death vice, nearly ripping a piece off of the decaying interior.

Thankfully the cheesy island tunes playing on the radio and noisy shaking of the van were drowning out any of the sloppy sounds that escaped from Suguru’s fingers continuously bullying into your cunt.

“Y/N! Look, isn’t this the show you were talking about?” 

Shoko inquired only turning slightly to lift up her magazine so you could see better and you used that as a much needed excuse to break free from Suguru's fingers. 

You leaned over the seat in front of you completely off his lap and quietly prayed the distance you put between the two of you would be enough space to allow your pervy boyfriend to settle down a bit.

Unfortunately for you, all you really managed to do is make the situation much worse. 

Your lace covered cunt glistening with your fluids was now on full display for Suguru. Right in front of his face too, as the motions of the van lifted your dress.

Any other scenario with you looking as appetizing as you did now would have had Suguru immediately diving-in, face first and mouth opened wide straight into your wet sinful cunt.

But as much as he wanted to tongue fuck you, he needed to be discreet.

You stuttered your words when you felt Surguru slide your thong to the side. You play it off to Shoko like you had momentarily forgotten your thought. 

Reaching a hand back, you flail a bit as you try to swat his hand away from digging into you again. However as you reach down instead of his hand, you feel the tip of his bulbous and leaking cockhead freed from his pants. 

No way. 

Absolutely not.

Has Suguru lost his fucking mind!?!

Dry humping was one thing and fingering alone had crossed the line for you, but there was no way he was about to put his cock inside you, right now, like this. 

In a van full of all his friends.

You wanted to turn back to hiss at him but you knew you very well couldn’t in your position. Suguru rubbed your thighs coaxingly and you knew when you inevitably sat back down you would be impaling yourself on his long veiny cock. 

Strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, sweating from more than just the intense humidity as you tried to figure out a way out of this.

“Hold on to y’er asses, there’s another big pothole coming up. No fucking complaining this time, ya got warning!”

Toji barks.

Suguru took that as his opportunity to return his grasp to your hips and once the van sunk into the pothole he slammed you down onto his length.

“F-FUHCKKK!” 

Your scream was muffled by Suguru’s hand clasping over your mouth. 

Although there was ample warning, there were still collective groans and gripes around the van due to the violent shake from the impact. 

Everyone had been so jostled no one saw your head thrown back in ecstasy with Suguru's hand still over your mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head and your legs twitched on him.

You were so worked up from the week long cock draught you had from your boyfriend and the forbidden rush of literally doing something so deranged and nasty in front of all his friends you immediately clenched and creamed around him. Your body quaking as a small orgasm ripped through you.

You couldn’t stop the few tears that fell as silent sobs caught in your throat.

Suguru removed his hand over your mouth to wipe away your stray tears.

His other palm, snaked up your dress and you shuddered as his hand splayed across your belly pressing in deeply where you could feel his tip had reached.

“Fuck, did you just cum baby? Did you miss my cock that much, Y/N?”

Suguru slowly breathes out. He presses the side of his face to yours, his mouth close so close to your ear that his tongue lightly caresses your lobe as he speaks.

“Miss feeling me so deep inside you? Filling your guts? You kept this pussy nice n’ tight for me I see. Did you even play with yourself at all?”

“Su-Su-Sug-guruuu…” 

You strain slowly through uneven breaths. 

You needed him to shut the fuck up immediately. 

Always a talker during sex, saying something filthy in order to have you creaming on him harder.

It drove you wild.

“S-Sto-”

“Shh baby, I promise I won't move. The van will do the work. Let me keep feeling you until we get there, yeah? E-Even just for 5 more minutes. N-Need to feel you.” 

He whined into the back of your neck, lightly kissing and sucking on you through his pleas.

Suguru was already this pussy drunk from just putting it in you.  

The sheer degeneracy of his desperation sent tingles down your spine straight into your cunt. Your hand shoots to grip the seat in front of you but you overshoot and don’t even notice when you knock Nanami right in the head. 

You were too busy trying to keep your own head down as you bit the hell out of your bottom lip to keep from yelping.

Only soft barely audible whines escaping you.

Nanami, ever the gentleman, thought the luggage was toppling over and you needed some assistance. He started to turn around before Shoko grabbed his arm, stopping him. 

She held up her hand signaling him to stop and wait a moment as she reached into her pocket, taking out her phone. 

A few moments pass and Nanami’s phone vibrates.

*SMS Shoko to Nanami*

Nanami sighed. 

Shoko laughed out loud. 

The exchange went unnoticed by you and Suguru, but not by Sukuna.

*Group SMS Sukuna to Shoko and Nanami*

That's when Shoko came up with a quick way to get some extra cash.

*Group SMS Shoko to Nanami, Sukuna and Choso*

And with that the bet was on.

ꨄ

“Muther– F-Fuck!” 

You gasped out loudly after a particularly big dip in the road caused you to slam down with so much force on Suguru’s impossibly girthy cock you were sure you felt that shit hit up into your tonsils.

“You ok back there, Y/N? You shouldn’t have to suffer through Toji’s god awful driving for much longer!”

Gojo looks back at you with a cheery smile, ignoring the insults tossed back at him. 

“Oh! Um, y-yeah! I-I’m ok. I-I just bumped my head again.”

Sweat was slowly rolling down your face but you still gritted your teeth into the best smile you could muster and flashed him a peace sign. 

*Group SMS Shoko re-named group chat: Team Gorilla Grip VS Team In Bros We Trust*

The text had Sukuna and Choso dying with laughter.

Nanami just shook his head, a slight grin on his lips.

Yet even still, you didn’t perceive the reactions around you.

It had taken all your focus just to flat out lie to Gojo as the only thing that was ‘bumped’ was your cervix being impaled by Suguru’s fat cockhead every time gravity hurled you back down onto his dick.

You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, your body was trembling now and surely if anyone looked back at you it would be obvious.

“T-This is so hot… you’re so hot Y/N, so naughty and so fucking nasty for me. Lying to Satoru like that.” 

Suguru nearly growled as he continued to whisper obscenities in your ear.

You bit your lip harder, gushing as you felt his throbbing inside you increase. 

Clearly he was getting off even more now that you had upped the ante to lying to his best friend while you were bouncing on his dick. 

New kink unlocked.

*Message Gojo to Shoko* 

Shoko rolled her eyes there was no fucking way they could let Gojo in on this without him ruining everything with his big mouth. 

Toji too for that matter couldn’t know. 

Well for one he sure as shit didn’t have ¥15,000.

And two, Toji wouldn’t give a single fuck and would just openly taunt you both which would also ruin the bet. 

Nothing was going to stop Shoko from winning, especially not those two clowns.

ꨄ

Suddenly, the van slows to a stop and you exhale the shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

Finally a break!

God, you were so close to cumming again and you weren’t sure this time if you could control yourself.

Suguru on the other hand seemed far less worried about control. His bun had come partially undone and strands of his long hair stuck to your face as he continued to pant into your ear.

“Why the fuck are we stopping?!” 

Sukuna was mad as hell when the van came to a halt. 

He needed to get to that villa ASAP. 

Although you and Geto had done a pretty decent job keeping the grunts and moans to a convincing level in line with the music and uncomfortableness of being tossed around the car, Sukuna could start to hear the messy ass squelching sounds coming from your cunt.

Fuck, Shoko was right. 

You did have a super soaker on you.  

Even so, Sukuna would be goddamned if he was gonna lose this bet.

The delay was caused by a sudden fork in the road that wasn’t on Y!J Maps.

Toji was unclear on the direction to take prompting Gojo to pull up a local map on the island resort’s website.

“Hmm, looks like we can go left and take the more scenic route. It's by the beach so it should be a smoother ride but add 20 minutes. Or we can continue to get tossed around on the unpaved trail, and get there in 10 minutes.”

“Beach. Now. Let’s fuckin’ go! Tired of being thrown around this fuckin tin can. Toji if you speed, we’ll get there in 10 anyway.” 

Sukuna knew Suguru wasn’t going to last the 10 more minutes of rocky terrain, he at least had a chance on a smooth sandy beach.

“But Kuna-kun–,” Shoko began with a faux sweetness in her voice. 

This elicited an annoyed growl from Sukuna who knew this bitch was about to fuck up this entire bet for him.

“We can’t drive an old van like this on the sand. What if we get stuck? You mean you’re volunteering to get out and push us? That would take even longer!”

“Excellent points, Shoko. No one wants to end up in an even worse scenario and the vehicle has held up just fine thus far.”

Nanami added, adjusting his glasses. 

He was going to enjoy taking Sukuna’s money again.

No!

You could have cried when the consensus was to continue on the bumpy road again.

You wanted to complain, to yell, plead and beg them if needed in order to take the scenic route.

You would get out and push the damn car yourself if you had to.

But you don’t dare open your mouth to even breathe as you feel Suguru start to pinch your clit as he rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers.

The last thing in the world Suguru was thinking about was directions and he couldn’t give a fuck really either way.

The car had stopped allowing your body to relax and all he wanted was to feel your tight cunt tense and squeeze on him again. 

Suguru knew he shouldn’t but he needed to fill you with his cum badly.

He was so exhausted from his late hours at the office he came straight home and went to bed. Not even having the opportunity to fist his cock to the dozens of photos and videos he saved of you.

Goddamn.

Suguru was so backed up there's no way you simply grinding on him would have ever been enough, you should have known that when you started this. 

You, his sweet, beautiful and perfect girlfriend who he loved.

Suguru also needed to make you cum again as well.

To your dismay the van continued on the rougher path and you sniffled back sobs as you bounced on Suguru’s lap once again.

The knot inside you was twisting impossibly tight from the attention Suguru was giving your clit and the new angle the van was tossing you in had him ramming into your g spot again and again.

“Cum, Y/N. I love you. Please cum for me. Make a mess baby.”

Suguru exhaled hot and heavy into your ear. He sounded absolutely rabid and practically frothing at the mouth.

You knew you loved him and were sure he really did loved you. However you didn’t think the first time you would hear those words from Suguru would be under these circumstances. 

Even so, that still didn’t stop you from being overwhelmingly happy that he finally said it out loud. It made your cunt flutter around him so tight you were practically milking him.

Suguru didn’t stop the declarations of his affections for you as he slipped more into madness from how fucking fantastic you felt on him.

God he would never go this long without fucking you again.

“Cum baby, I love you. Cum baby, I love you. Cum baby, I love you.”

The filthy mantra spilled out of Suguru’s mouth in non stop waves. He was now thrusting his hips to drive further into you.

You were reeling. It wasn’t fair how he was making you come completely undone like this.

You could only give in at this point as you became overwhelmed and tears streamed down your cheeks.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew Suguru already knew you thought this all was fucking hot. 

Obeying Suguru’s needy whines, with the next pinch of your clit and firm press of his palm against your lower belly you finally cum. 

Your body lurches forward and both hands fly to your mouth as you try to fold the best you can down into your knees to suppress your cries. 

The uneven terrain of the road gave you no reprieve from Suguru’s cock and you could no longer quiet the heaves of your breath from overstimulation.

Suguru was close. 

One of his hands tries to brace himself on the luggage next to him but a bag ends up tumbling forward, landing in between Nanami and Shoko.

“FF-FUCKING HELL!” 

Suguru was loud as he came deep within you. Thick ropes of his cum spurt into you like a geyser burning your insides to the point you start to convulse again as another orgasm pulses within you.

Suguru groans acting as if he is merely reacting to the luggage falling but everyone who knows better knows now the bet is now over. 

“GODDAMNIT!”

Sukuna is clearly pissed.

Nanami starts coughing to hide his laughter and Choso is nearly doubled over in tears trying to stop the snickers.

Shoko manages to keep her composure.

She turns back to see Suguru running his hand through his hair with shuddered breaths and you still folded over your knees. 

“Is Y/N, Ok Sugu? Did she get car sick?”

“Uh– Y-Yeah, Shoko… w-we’re both feeling a little sick right now.”

Suguru rubbed circles on your back to sell his lies but the knowing smile on Shoko’s face lets him know she’s not buying it.

Suguru sighed. 

Worth it though.

ꨄ

After what seems like a lifetime, the rickety old van finally arrives at the villa. 

Done in the Italian-Tuscan style the stone exterior walls, terracotta roofs and colorful floral adornments of foreign flowers really do look like the dream vacation escape Gojo had described before arriving. It was private as well, with the next villa separated by at least an acre on both sides.

“Fuckin’ finally we are here. Get me the fuck outta this piece of shit. I never want to drive with any of you again!” 

Sukuna slammed the sliding van door of the car on his side, he was a horrible sore loser.

“Dude…go get some ass and chill. It was just a little bet.” 

Choso climbed out on the opposite side with Shoko and Nanami.

He wasn't as pressed about losing ¥15,000, he was a software engineer, he could afford it.

“Gladly. Maybe I’ll even cop a chick to be my own personal cocksleeve for the ride back, I sure as shit wouldn’t bust so easily.”

Sukuna retorted.

“The fuck ya’ll on about!?” 

Toji was annoyed. 

He knew some shit was going on, but he was too busy trying to drive the miserable death trap of a van without pulling over and strangling Gojo to pay attention to anything else.

“How this dumbass lost another ¥15,000 because he thought Sugu could withstand Y/N’s gorilla grip.”

Shoko volunteered, unphased to the hardy howl of laughter coming from Toji and the incredulous disbelief radiating off of Gojo. 

Yet once again you Suguru missed the whole exchange. 

Still in the van, you both were too focused on digging through your bags in the pile of luggage to find an extra pair of shorts for Suguru. The shorts he had on at present were completely soaked with your collective fluids. 

It looked like he had pissed himself, a few times. 

So concerned with the obvious task of finding Suguru new bottoms you didn’t realize your already soggy lace thong was no barrier or help in keeping Suguru’s load inside you.

Once you both finally exit, the conversation stops and all eyes dart to you and Suguru. 

Suguru wearing a completely different set of shorts and the trail of his cum running down your legs was all the proof anyone needed.

“No wonder it smelled like fucking badussy in that van. Thought it was just the smell of pussy bitch coming off ‘em.”

Toji huffed thumbing back at Gojo.

Gojo brushed off Toji’s remark. 

He was full on pouting now as he was so much more devastated that Suguru was having that kind of fun without him knowing and no one even bothered to text him in on the bet. 

“I still can’t believe no one told me!”

“You can’t keep a secret, Satoru. Everyone knows that.” 

Nanami stated matter of factly as he calmly thumbed through his winnings.

“D’aww poor baby, you mad you weren't the one bouncing on Suggy’s lap, Toru?” 

Shoko laughed as she pushed past the gate running towards the house. 

“As the winner, I also get first dibs on rooms!”

“Hey! No fair-” 

Gojo ran after Shoko, with the rest of the group close behind.

Standing in shock, you could have died right there on your feet from embarrassment. 

You wasted no time crawling back into the van. Laying your back across the seat and covering your face with your hands.

You should just stay out here. 

In fact, you might just live out here in this shitty ass van for the rest of the trip. 

You didn’t know how you were going to look any of Suguru’s friends in the eye after this. 

You weren’t mad at Suguru or anyone else for that matter. You were just embarrassed at your own idiocy for being so swept up in the moment you actually thought you could get away with it.

Suguru, to his credit, wants to console you. 

He also knows he should probably be upset at the bet. But honestly, this out of pocket behavior is not unexpected from his friends so he is exasperated rather than upset.

This was actually pretty tame for them. 

You both kind of deserve it too he muses, for being so out of pocket yourselves acting like touch-starved horn dogs. 

Not being able to be satiated by simple fondling, you both (mostly Suguru) had escalated it to full on fucking. 

By the time Suguru figured out Shoko was texting about the both of you, it was too late to turn back.

Suguru wouldn’t mention that to you though, he didn’t want to make you feel worse. 

However, when he sees you in the van, laid on the seat with your dress bunched up across your upper thighs, all his thoughts of contrition dissipate for good.

You are unknowingly once again exposing your pretty pussy to him. 

Suguru can’t help but feel his dick, still wet from being inside you just minutes ago, throb against his new clean pair of shorts.

Suguru leans into the van, kneeling in the frame of the door and runs his hands up your thighs. 

“Y/N…?”

You are too concerned with plotting how to avoid being in the presence of any of his friends for the rest of the trip to pay attention to what he is doing.

His soothing strokes soon turn into desperate touches as he grips the edges of your sticky thong and starts peeling it right off of you. So used to him undressing you back home, your body simply complies as you lift your hips. 

Once removed he stuffs your dirtied thong in his pocket.

Not until Suguru abruptly grasps the outside of your thighs and brings your ass up to the edge of the seat do you snap out of your disparaging thoughts. 

You are fully aware of him in between your legs now looking down at your cunt as if it was a life-saving oasis.

“Y/N, my love, my pretty girl…”

Suguru was talking to you but his eyes stayed transfixed on your pussy as he loves watching his cum slowly dribble out of you. His thumb is trying to push it back inside you despite your groans and squirms.

Your heart flutters from him addressing you as my love. You are still giddy from his earlier confessions and you hadn’t even gotten the chance to say it back yet. 

Hearing distant yells from in the house, you both turn your heads towards the noise. The realization dawns on you both simultaneously that his friends were still preoccupied fighting over rooms and it would likely be a while before anyone came out for their stuff. 

A renewed hunger was roused in Suguru’s eyes and you knew what he was about to ask even before the question left his lips.

“Round 2?”

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: Idk chileee lmfao. Lmk if the sms images are hard to read or aren't showing up. I wanted to do something fun/different but if its not working I will just put back the regular text.

Reblog to bounce on Suguru's cock but comments and likes are appreciated all the same!