"Big Dick Energy"

“Maybe you’ll get all the answers the- sukuna!”

His tongue dips into your hole, curling, dragging back out before slipping back in — cutting you off completely. You clench around his tongue, your hips rocking forward instinctively. Chasing the friction. 

He chuckles. You groan. 

“What is the first question, smartass?” he smirks, kissing the inside of your thigh — soft and slow, it almost feels foreign. His fingers digging into you hard, your hips twitching from the enjoyed pain.

Your fingers shake as you try to remember how to read — the textbook feeling like cement from how heavy it is in your hands. 

“N- name the polic— god..” eyes squeezed shut, tears burning behind your lids. Slacked jaw, no sound coming out. Just Sukuna’s tongue finding its way back, lazily gliding through your fold — as if he has all the time in the world. As if he’s home.

Your hips roll in slow, desperate circles. Grinding against his face. His tongue speeding up just a bit. chasing after that pressure. wanting, needing more. Your orgasm is coiling hot and fast in your gut. Your taste inked on his taste buds.

You’re still trying to keep the textbook steady.

Slap!

Your thigh stings from where his hand just met it. His tongue gliding sweetly through your glistening folds — a stark contrast. 

Cheeks hot, breath hitched in your throat. “which made it illegal f-for any foreigners to enter jap-?”

“Sakoku,” he growls into your cunt — his lips immediately latching back on to your clit, tongue flicking hard and fast. 

Slurping from Sukuna, intelligible strings of words from you, and the thud from the textbook hitting his pillow (just shy from his head) are the only sounds that could be heard. 

Your, now, free hand reaches for the headboard — anchoring yourself on top of his face. Soft whimpers slipping from your lips, tears dripping from your behind your glasses.

He tightens his grip on your thighs, fingers heavy and hot and he guides your movement. Grinding your cunt down onto his warm mouth, tongue lapping up everything you’re offering him. His nose grazing your clit with each pass of your cunt against his face.

Your legs quiver, bottom lip being chewed on to the point of soreness and your pussy is throbbing your slick all over his face. And just then, all that tension snaps like a rubber band.

“C-c-correct,” you pant, completely wrecked. You’re trying not to fall over, hands digging into the headboard making you want to cry out in pain. Your orgasm rocking through you like how Sukuna tackles players on the field — hard, hot, and angry. 

“See?” he murmurs, “your pussy is a good teacher.” lips barely ghosting your folds, you feel the breeze of his breath blowing into your cunt. With a shiver that chatters your bones, all you could do is moan and squeeze your thighs around him, bringing him closer to your seeping core.

And then, he goes right back in — groaning into you, eating through your spasms, tongue still working like he’s trying to pull another one out of you. 

You’re a twitching mess — babbling and drooling. The answers for the test are long gone from your mind. You’re not sure you even know what day it is anymore.

Then he pulls back with a wet pop, spit and slick all over his chin and crooked nose. Smug grin on his face, all confident. All him.

“Next question, nerd,” he groans, voice muffled by your pussy as he pulls you back down. “You’re supposed to be helping me pass.”

might’ve saw this before….. it is not stolen it is MINE

No!?!?

Just because Hiromi hurt you doesn’t mean you can suddenly go and act on impulse, thinking with your pussy rather than any sort of brain cells. It’s simply that you’re comfortable with him, that he’s gorgeous, that for the past few years the way he looks at you makes you feel so pretty – how he talks to you all low and soft, teasing with his big smile.

It’s just that, and the fact that his body is hard, that his skin is hot – his perfect form is present right behind you. You’re fine, just remember it’s friendly, he’s just teasing you like he does. You can’t look at ‘little toru’ who just so happens to be six-foot-four and getting thicker in the chest every time you see him – how does he keep getting more fucking muscles?

Was football really doing all of this?

“I um… just call you that,” you murmur softly, breath caught in your chest, heart hammering so quickly you’re dizzy, especially with the heat radiating down against your skin, his hands brushing more lotion, pausing at your mid back.

“Move your hair to the side, it’s drippin’, sweetheart,” he murmurs lazily, you bite your lip so hard it leaves little teeth marks, pulling your hair to the side and smiling over your shoulder at him.

“There,” you murmur, eyes locked with his.

Fuck you’re pretty.

God he wants to drag you right on his goddamn lap, slide his cock to the hilt – he bets you’re so fucking tight, but he also bets you’re so wet you could just take him. When his hands slide up the curve of your spine, you can hardly stop your cunt from dripping down the damn lounge chair, his hands rubbing all that cream into your skin ever so thoroughly.

“Then why do you call me that, huh sweetheart?” He asks now, you sigh, glaring back at him just a bit. “I’m way fucking bigger than I was when you met me.”

“Well yeah, you were like a kid, Toru.”

“Now I’m way bigger than you, hmm?” His tone echoes in your ears – way bigger… you already know the sheer size of Satoru Gojo, but to think of just how big he is makes your cunt pulse.

“Ahem…” You clear your throat now, rushing up and laughing nervously, ignoring the evident bulge in his light blue swim trunks. “I’m gonna get in!”

“With your sunblock on?” He teases, you can’t answer him – can’t even look at him, no you hop right into the cold chill of the pool, trying to cool your ovulating ovaries the fuck down.

*****

It’s hard to be around you.

Literally hard.

Satoru finds himself heading into the house while you and the family are still splashing around in the pool – he certainly can’t just palm his cock when the whole family is around. He had to rush off into the damn bathroom, shutting the door behind himself, leaking so much pre he’s sticking to his trunks.

"Mnh," Satoru can’t help but tug at his drawstring, those trunks still dripping wet with the faint scent of chlorine clinging to them, he shoves the waistband down, cock springing free, slapping his flat belly button. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Was there a better word for what you do to him? Satoru’s barely biting back a moan, wrapping his hand around that thick base of his shaft, sucking in a breath, he usually has a little more fucking self control but he doesn’t right now. Not when he got to smooth that white cream against your skin and watch it melt into it, fuck imagining rubbing his cum all over your body instead has him pulsing.

Imagine every inch of you covered in him – he’s gone truly psychotic, wanting to fucking mark you like you’re his, he was tired of seeing you with that dumb fucking lawyer. What did you need him for when you could have Satoru? What, because he’s in his thirties, Satoru Gojo was fucking filthy rich, and he’d make sure you never had to lift a pretty little finger.

“I’ll take care of you – hah, b-baby,” he’s whining out, eyelashes fluttering shut, picturing you vividly.

The way those water droplets were glistening on your skin, how your pretty tits bounced when you hopped up and Suguru splashed you. How the little bikini showed beauty marks on your tummy, a couple lines on your hips where they’ve spread just a bit since you were his age – all to spread to have his baby, he’s so sure of it.

Breedable fucking hips that he’d love to hold in his big hands, arching your back for him all pretty like a good girl – he could practically hear the moans that you’d give, they’d be much louder than the soft little sounds you made when he touched your back earlier. He can’t help but want to hear it, hear how fucking loud you get, would your sounds get all muffled as he pressed your head into the mattress?

He’s been jerking it to you since he found out what his cock even did, back when it was honestly terrible to do so, but he has no sense of guilt when it comes to you. Watching you, stealing those panties, practicing just what he’ll say as he fucks his fist devotedly to any picture he’s snuck of you, fuck he took photos from your goddamn family album he was so pathetic.

“Stop teasin’ me sweetheart,” he murmurs, stroking his cock, slowly at first to just savor the feeling of his precum smearing his reddened tip – all drooly already. He spits right down on his cock, a long trail of gossamer saliva swirling down, using it as lube while picturing how wet you’d get.

He bets you were wet with his hands running across your skin, he could feel heat that couldn’t just be from the sun, surely it was not the rays shining and warming you, it was Satoru’s nearness. He ached to taste the sun right off your skin, your cunt tasted so good on your panties, surely it would taste even better right from the source.

He starts to stroke his cock faster, fucking desperately, imagining your much smaller hand instead of his. You probably couldn’t even wrap those fingers around his girth, you’d have trouble taking him, tummy would just bulge as he moves in and out of your hole. He whimpers at that vision, imagining you looking at him with need, with hearts in your eyes.

Anything but that fucking sweet ‘big sis’ affection.

"Little Toru," he mumbles under his breath, a little laugh escaping him as he strokes his nine inches that would ruin your cunt for anyone else. “Fuck, sweetheart, you really have no idea, do you?"

Satoru’s strokes became more erratic as he imagined lifting your pretty ass up, bending you over the poolside, pulling that bikini aside and finally showing you exactly how ‘little’ he was. Fuck would you scream out Toru when he busted his load inside? When he filled you with all those creampies you deserved and he fingered it inside so it took?

It starts to feel too good, he’s so sensitive he’s leaning against the bathroom counter, groaning out, right about to cum when he hears it.

Someone jiggling the handle.

“I’m… hah, in here,” he manages to bite out, freezing when he hears your voice on the other side of the door.

“Toru I really am freezing, can I just come in real fast to grab a towel? I won’t look or anything,” you’re shivering, water dripping on your parents floor. “All the other bathrooms are taken by the kids and Suguru even stole the one in my old bedroom.”

“Oh… ah…” Your voice is making him pulse, he’s stroking faster, laughing just a bit.

“Are you laughing!? I’m freezing you little brat!”

“Brat, hah – you’re the brat baby,” you blush on the other side of the door, jiggling the handle again. “So eager to see my dick?”

“Oh you’re ridiculous – like I haven’t seen all you have before.”

“That was years ago, I’ve changed,” he murmurs, biting back a whimper unsuccessfully. “Not little Toru anymore.”

“Will you hurry up then? I am so fucking cold, ugh,” you’re shivering in your soaked towel – all the splashing got it so bad it’s fucking useless. “Satoru Gojo!”

“Fuck, fuck just… one sec, you’re impatient,” he strokes his thick cock one more time, whimpering out when his white ropes start spilling on the sink, his eyelashes fluttering, cheeks all flushed in his reflection.

“What the fuck are you doing in there? Did you hurt yourself or something!?”

“Hah… no…” He’s moaning now, the relief felt from his balls not being so goddamn tight and full of cum, he quickly starts wiping down the marble counters littered with his milky strings. “Hold on, okay? Fuck…”

“Fine,” you cross your arms, trembling like crazy, Satoru hastily opens the door after he tugs his swim trunks on, opening it and forcing you to look up at him, so damn tall you’re right there with his chest.

Little Toru indeed.

He’s a giant now.

“Finally,” you mumble, he leans one of those long ass arms over and grabs a dry towel, wrapping it around you and taking the wet one, hanging it up. “Oh thank you.”

“Made ya wait that long, can at least dry you up,” he murmurs, wrapping you even tighter, hands massaging the terry cloth covered arms that are covered in goosebumps. Your breath catches, looking up at him, far too close, you can feel that heat just radiating off his skin. “There, any better?”

“Um yeah, I’m sorry I was so impatient,” you mumble nervously, looking down and seeing the way his abs tense as he breathes, further down to the slutty little happy trail he has.

That’s when you pause.

Is that… is that… cum!? On his fucking belly button!? Is that his tip peaking-

“Satoru!” He blinks curiously as you push at him, his hands still firm on your shoulders.

“What, are you on your period? Acting all moody one minute, sweet the next.”

“You can’t ask me that!? Were you…” You lean close, whispering. “Jerking off, really?”

He smirks.

“I had to freeze so you could finish? Couldn’t you wait till you’re back in the room to do that?”

“Aw, did you wanna watch, sweetheart?” He asks, tilting your chin up, his lids getting lazy over those curved up blue eyes of his. You swallow then, your throat dry from his fingers caressing your jaw. “I would have let you if I knew.”

“Of course I didn’t…” You can’t even speak, not when you’re looking at his abs again, he leans back and laughs a bit.

“Ah, didn’t tug them up enough,” he hides what looks like a pretty blush tip, smiling like he’s fucking embarassed, he is flushed but it’s for an entirely different reason. “Is that better, sweetheart?”

“It’s… on you, god,” it’s your turn to blush, he hums a bit, stepping back lazily to drag his fingers across his own cum, putting them to his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucks his own release off them.

Oh fuck.

You swallow nervously, the sight of it is utterly filthy, his hum as if he tastes so sweet, fluffy lashes fluttering. “Mmm, I guess I missed a spot when I cleaned up. My bad.”

“Your bad!? You’re such a…” you trail off now, you’re aching and he looks too fucking good, psychotic ass blue eyes all lit up as they study you. You can't even finish the sentence, your face burning with a blush that has nothing to do with the sun you took in.

"I'm such a what?" he presses closer to you, until your back is against the door, it closes behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the little guest bathroom.

“Such a…” you clear your throat, feeling him against you, you should pinch his ear or smack him in the back of the head like you did when he was younger – but you can’t even move.

He's all warm against you, the sticky remnants of his own release splayed across that pale skin, a hand on the wall beside you. The way he’s looking at you and his sheer proximity are doing things to you that you absolutely refuse to acknowledge.

“Such a pervert,” you glare and he chuckles, cupping your face with a hand now – that’s not how a twenty two year old frat boy should look down at you, should act, with his arm fucking raised and the little thatch of hair still damp underneath them. His silky locks are falling in slick little strands across his brow. “A total pervert.”

“Me? No, sweetheart,” he smirks down at you like the little shit he is. "I’m just taking care of a problem you caused."

"I caused it!?" you squeak out the words almost embarassing, pushing at his chest half heartedly – he’s so built and muscular it’s like pushing against a brick wall, his heart thudding under your palm. You barely manage a glare. "How is any of this ridiculous behavior my fault?"

He catches your wrists in one of his big hands, thumb brushing over the delicate network of veins, right over your frantic pulse. “How is it your fault?”

“Yes, you psycho.”

“You exist," his words confuse the fuck out of you then, breaths faster until your tits are rising and falling in the top just a bit too small, his gaze drops to it when your towel hopelessly falls. He exhales and traces his hand over the curve of your tit, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. “That’s how it’s your fault.”

‘B-because I exist?” You whisper, shaking your head now. “You’re just fucking with me, what does that even mean?”

"You wore that bikini,” he murmurs, a thigh coming between yours, instead of tugging away you shamelessly arch your hips, earning his soft little exhale. “You let me put sunscreen on you, didn’t you? Let me touch your skin, while you’re fucking looking like that." His eyes – those impossibly fucking bright blue eyes – drag down your body, like he’s touching you

“That makes no sense, you’ve always seen me in swimsuits, Satoru. You may have had some little crush when you were younger, but you’re an adult.”

“And so the fuck are you, a whole woman, hmm?” He whispers, you hate how good it makes you feel. “Fuck you must be ovulating, swear I can smell it.”

“You cannot freak!?” You shove again, but your hips move, heat emanating even from your soaked bikini bottoms, the scent of chlorine mixing with the sweetness of his breath, the musk of that slight sweat underneath his arms.

“Bet your body wants a baby in her,” he smirks, his hips dragging you down on his thigh, a trail of slick glittering on it. You whine out, biting your lip and shaking your head. "What did you expect to happen, you lookin’ like that, after that man was dumb enough to leave you?"

"I expected you to act like a normal person, even if y-you somehow think I’m hot or something, you can’t just… act like this, all psychotic. What do you mean babies inside me!?”

“Oh you don’t wanna be bred?” You almost whimper goddamn this little brat.

“You’re a little fratboy.”

“A little fratboy?” He repeats, you bite down on your lower lip and nod. “You want me to act normal, huh?”

“Y-yes go back too… whatever it was um… before. Go fuck your little frat girls at your parties, girls your age," your voice is weak, breathless and fucking pathetic – you hate whatever the hell was happening, the fact that you’re aching for him to do just that – pump cum right inside you.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, leaning in and letting his lips hover until they’re almost touching yours. "I haven't been normal about you since I was twelve years old."

“That’s insane,” you hiss, shaking your head again, his thigh pressing up and you feel your body respond, his hands tugging at your waist, thumbs right underneath the swells of your breasts.

"You really have no fucking clue, do you?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you drink him in, half naked and still glimmering with the pool water.

This is Satoru.

Annoying, bratty, little Toru – who used to follow you around like a lost puppy, then grew to just annoy the ever loving shit out of you. Suguru’s best friend who has spent more time with your parents than you have in the past ten years – he’s ‘Toru’ and that’s that.

Right?

He can’t be the man who sucks cum off his fingers.

You should push him away – walk out and lock yourself in your room for the entirety of the rest of your stay, you should do anything but let his lips brush the corner of your lips, do anything but whimper. Anything but moan softly when he tugs down your top, groaning at the sight of one of your pretty tits bare, with the faint lines the sun left on your skin.

“Oh my fuck,” he whispers, he didn’t know you’d be that fucking beautiful, he had snuck so many glimpses but to see that pretty nipple in person? “Look at you.”

“I… we… even if you’re not Suguru’s best friend, even if you weren’t six years younger – I literally just broke up with-”

“A dumb fuck?” You glare at him. “He’s stupid to ever leave you.

“You don’t know him, and… even if we um… did something-”

“What!?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Satoru-”

“You wanna do something!? With me!?” You snort a bit at how suddenly cute he is, before he gathers himself, hand trailing down your tummy, it trembles underneath the surprising roughness of his fingertips. “Want me to make you cum, pretty?”

“Fuck,” where’d he learn to talk like this!? Hiromi could eat pussy – and that man could fuck, but something about Satoru’s utter desperation and devotion had you gushing and pulsing around nothing. “I… you can… can you…”

“Can I make you cum?” He chuckles, finding your elastic, slipping his fingers underneath so his finger grazes your clit, your hips buck at it, whining out weakly. “Yeah, sweetheart, I can make you cum until you’re squirting right on this fucking floor.”

“J-just… fuck, just…” You should push him off – but instead, you find yourself shoving his hand down further, eyes fluttering shut, your head back ever so slightly against the door. “There, my clit, please… please, fuck…”

It’s happening.

Satoru’s dreamt of this moment since he even knew somewhat was a pussy was, and yours was soaking goddamn wet, so messy it’s loud, echoing in the bathroom, he swirls it in little circles as you rock your hips, still straddling one of his thighs. He pulls it back and picks you up, making you gasp, sitting you right on the sink and tugging your bottoms to the side.

“Toru, I…”

“Fuck yes, god call me that,” if he hadn’t already jerked off – he’d be cummin’ again just eyeing your needy, puffy cunt. “Fuckin’ perfect lil cunt, god, just look at you, soaked.”

Your lashes flutter shut, expecting a finger and then shocked when you feel a glob of saliva right on your needy clit. “Ah!”

“Mmm,” he’s humming, spreading his own spit around, smirking at the sight of his bubbly, gossamer saliva coating your cunt. “Perfect just like that… Do you need them inside? Bet yours couldn’t hit.”

“Shut it, Toru,” you’re yanking on his wrist, making him moan with how you take over, he’s used to girls just a little too shy, not that it was a bad thing – but you knew what you wanted, grabbing his fingers and sucking them.

“Oh my… f-fuckk…” He almost does cum watching your cheeks hollow, seeing you suck him down to the knuckle, your pretty pussy just drippin’ right down the counter as you arch your hips more.

“Hurry b-before they notice,” you whisper desperately now, guiding his hand down to your needy hole, whining out softly. “Two, put two in, please.”

“Sure you can take it?” You just nod eagerly, he swirls them and then buries them to the fucking hilt inside, you have to smack a hand on your mouth, drool spilling across your palm as he starts easing them in and out. “Fuck, took em s’good just f’me, huh? Just like that, needy lil cunt wants me.”

“Sh-shh,” is all you manage to mumble, lifting your hand and yanking him down, hand entangled in his silky hair. “Once, just once and… we can’t…”

Hah, as if Satoru would just touch you once, when he’s rocking his fingers up and down, making a squelching fucking mess, your eyes roll back in your skull as he works them faster, until the clicking is just echoing obscenely. “Once, huh?”

“You finger me, I’ll s-suck you.”

“Slutty girl,” you can’t stand how he says that, how his long digits press on your puffy lil cervix, barely able to formulate a fucking thought as he works you so much you’re desperately trying to get a breath. “That’s it, gonna cum that easy? Just f’me, hmm? All me?”

You can’t answer, so you drag him down for a kiss – and that’s when you lose it, kissing Satoru wasn’t normal – not the way he moans like a little slut, desperately taking over your mouth. His hands dragging every bit of slick from your cunt as impossibly more comes down his thick fucking fingers.

“God,” he whispers, hardly able to catch his breath. “You’re so tight, fuck…”

“Mnh,” you can hardly manage to speak, think of anything but how good it feels, his fingers going even faster now. “So much… too much I…”

“You can take them baby,” he whispers – in a way ‘little toru’ sure the fuck shouldn’t, his eyes black with their blown out pupils, kissing down the side of your jaw and curving his fingers right up against that soft spot on your front wall. “Look, you’re doin’ s’good already.”

“Ngh,” you’re so goddamn close, your head falling back for him to work you quicker. “Gonna cum… gonna…”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Fuck,” you hiss the words, but Satoru doesn’t pull his fingers back, he moves them slower, to edge you, to torture you.

Isn’t it what you’ve done all these years?

“Act normal,” he murmurs, lips brushing your earlobe, sharp teeth nicking it as he eases his fingers out, rubbing your clit back and forth so quickly you’re about to scream out loud. “If you wanna cum, you’ll just act like I’m not here.”

“H-hey, yes?” You barely manage to squeak out, Satoru smiles against your neck, pinching your clit and making you bite down hard on his bare shoulder, leaving glittery teeth marks.

“Sis, we’re about to grill out – I can’t find Satoru,” you found him all right – he’s tugging your hair at the roots so you look at him as he’s about to make you squirt all over. “Have you seen him?”

“Hah I d-did,” fuck, he’s rocking them faster, smirking cruelly at your plight. “I saw him um… upstairs dancing to some t swift.”

“You brat,” he hisses in your ear, Suguru chuckles.

“Yeah, sounds like him.”

It’s not even!?

Satoru shoves his fingers in against that cervix and makes you whine out, grinning all evil as you glare at him. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, Sugu! Um… I’m getting freshened up, then I’ll meet you guys outside, okay?” You bite back a moan when Satoru’s kissing your neck, tongue lapping up a little vein underneath your skin he traces, free hand plucking your nipple and twisting it. The dual stimulation is too fucking much.

“No worries, sis, I’ll throw some chicken breast on there for you,” now you feel guilty – great!

“Thanks Sugu, you’re the best,” you murmur, he’s walking away now, leaving this psycho who’s fingering you faster. “I’m gonna… cum, fuck, fuck…”

“Aww you’re easy f’me,” he whispers, eyeing you as you’re about to fall apart, fingers shoved right back inside your needy hole. “I’ll make you forget him, forget anyone but me.”

“Psycho, what!? Just… ah!” He slams a big hand over your mouth, chuckling dark and fucking sadistic as he makes you squirt all over, it’s spraying against his hand and even hits his tummy, making him moan.

“God, look at that,” he’s pulling those fingers out of your pulsing walls in wonder, peering at the mess you made. “You’ve got me covered, sweetheart, you’ve got such a slutty lil pussy.”

“Fuck…” You’re so weak, when you hop off and shove him against the wall, kneeling and tugging at his waist band.

“Oh my god…” THIS IS HAPPENING.

The girl of his dreams is on her knees, her squirt all on his fingers, he’s sucking it off them as he grips your hair, letting out a desperate whine when you kitten lick his drooly tip.

“You’re already hard again for me?” Your whisper is diabolical, he barely manages a fucking word – all his braincells gone when you stroke his cock, sucking his tip and swirling the flat of your tongue.

Oh you’re a pro at sucking cock – and he’s mad about it.

“Wish you never had one but mine in your m-mouth,” he’s huffing, pressing on the back of your neck so you take impossibly more of him in your mouth, fucking into your throat needy and desperate. “Do you have n-no gag reflex!?”

“Hmm,” you’d smile if your throat wasn’t blissfully full of his pretty cock – you’d feel bad about that later, not right now, when your fingers are pumping inside your quivering hole, still sensitive from him. When his fingers tighten in your hair, bucking his hips and whimpering out 

“Can you take all of it, huh? Doubt you can – oh my f-fuckkk.” You suck him deeper before he can think, your nose brushing against the soft white hairs nestled at his base as you look right up at him. “Oh my… fuck your throat it’s so goddamn slutty… mnh…”

Satoru’s supposed to make you whimper, not the other way around, but how can he do anything other than stutter, bucking them so that he slips his tip right past your uvula, you have tears in your eyes, sniffling a bit, but aside from that you’re bobbing your damn head. He can’t even imagine that lawyer got this, got you sucking him so deep and choking on his cock and left that shit.

Your eyes are so pretty he’s stunned, he dreamt of them looking up at him like this but really nothing could prepare him for what it’s like to have the girl he’s jerked off to forever taking him in between her lips.

"Fuck, your mouth... god, your mouth is better than I ever..." he trails off into a strangled little slutty moan, those pink lips parted as you pull back.

You have strings of saliva and drool just dissolving, he can hear your messy little pussy as you shamelessly overstimulate it, sucking him till he’s dizzy. “Mmm, you like it, huh? You’re so wet for me, Toru.”

“Oh fuck you,” you giggle and he almost laughs – but it turns into a choked little  moan, you’re swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge of his tip, tonguing that slit where all his pearly cum is slipping. “God, your fucking mouth.”

“Mhm,” you murmur, before plunging down again, slurping him the fuck down as you look up at him through your lashes.

The sight almost makes him lose it right there, busting from less than two minutes of your pretty lips stretched around him, the sight of your pretty tears at the corner of your eyes the only tell that it took effort stuffing his cock in your throat. Tight, needy throat that reflexively swallows around him as he cups your face to hold it in place, fucking your face harder.

“Gotta finger your cunt again? Needy, messy lil slut – all f’me, isn’t it?” You can’t help but whine out around him – yes, it’s all for him, and he knows it. Even as he’s whining out he’s dominating you, fucking your throat raw – you won’t even be able to talk tomorrow. “I can’t wait to drink that pretty pussy, f-fuck… god, when i pump you full of cum I’ll lick it right out.”

Satoru Gojo is absolutely fucking insane.

And you’re about to cum again just sucking him and fucking your own pussy with your much smaller fingers.

His hips are already jerking off rhythm now, meaner with it as he’s fucking himself back into your willing mouth. "Such a fucking tease for years... ah, shit, don't stop, b-baby please – m’gonna-”

One moment fucking your throat so hard you’re choking, the next murmuring your praises – pretty girl, needy slut, fuckin’ tease, my sweetheart – he’s a babbling mess, and you can’t help but feel so sexy doing it. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard as you pull back, feeling his hands tremble as they tug at your hair.

“Gonna swallow all of me? Hah – god just wait, I’ll fill all your fucking holes,” well that just fucking sends you, when he’s not gentle and he’s slamming his cock mean in your throat, heavy balls smacking your chin as you drool down them.

He murmurs your name when you feel him pulse and thicken, before he does just that – fills your throat with all that sweet, salty mix of his cum, hitting the back of your throat. You swallow it all, every last drop fucking greedy as you cum again, spasming and gushing down your own fingers.

You don’t stop licking him – not even after you’ve sucked his milky seed in your throat, you’re sucking his sensitive cock after, until he's whimpering your name.

"Jesus Christ," he whispers, finally letting go of your hair to gently stroke your cheek, you pull back with a messy pop and he struggles to even find a word for what just happened. “You’re so…”

“Good at it?” you tease, standing with his help and giggling, but it’s all shut off when he tilts your chin, kissing your swollen lips and lapping his own cum off with the tip of his tongue.

“Mmm, was gonna say beautiful,” your eyes locked.

Oh fuck.

It’s not just ovulation – you know it then and there.

Before you can have an entire mental breakdown, oh and a quarter life fucking crisis, you both hear everyone laughing outside. “Shit we…”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, fucked out and spent by you.

Satoru wasn’t innocent – but with you he felt like it – there’s never been anything like what you just did, fucking up his goddamn mind.

You rush out to the cookout after getting dressed like nothing happened – acting all unaffected and infuriating him to no end.

But it was just that, an act.

One he calls your ass out when Suguru is flipping burgers on the grill, and he’s handing you a beer with a little curve of his lips. “Oh, thanks ‘little toru’.”

“Hah,” he chuckles a bit, tilting his head. “Your sore throat tells me there’s nothing little about me anymore, hmm?”

“Shh!?” you look around wildly, as if someone could hear. “It was… just… I was…”

“Aching for my cock in your throat?” He leans low now, where no one in your family can hear him. “I’m a gentleman, sweetheart, I prefer to eat my meals first.”

“Eat your…” you blush now. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he sighs, aching to brush your hair back, but knowing at that moment how many people were around. “Gonna let me return your favor?”

Before you can answer, your mother's voice – all fucking bright and peppy – cuts through the relaxed atmosphere of the pool party, making everyone look over at her curiously. Oh, except Satoru – he’s stuck looking at you underneath his fluffy damn lashes.

"Look who's here! Hiromi, darling, over here!"

Fuck.

Hiromi!?

You turn and there he is. Your ex who broke your damn heart – Hiromi Higuruma, looking all handsome in a dark linen shirt and shorts, his hair just a little bit of a disaster as it always was. He has this polite, almost apologetic smile on his handsome face, the one you used to ride until he drowned in you.

You almost could forget how bad he hurt you until he was right here.

He's holding a bottle of wine and awkwardly greeting your father, who is clapping him on the back all friendly, steering him directly toward you.

"Hiromi, so glad you could make it!" You wanna die. Satoru’s tense as fuck right next to you.

He wants to kill this man.

He would kill anyone that’s ever even touched you, truly, if he could really get away with it.

Your mother is right behind Hiromi, smiling at you and making you scowl. "I just told Hiromi we were so surprised you two happened to be in town at the same time! It's a sign, don't you think, to reconnect? Even as… friends to the family, right?"

Oh, god.

Your fucking parents.

Higuruma's dark brown eyes find yours, and you feel all that pain all over again, mixing with the drink in your system, the pleasure from Suguru’s best friend – and the heat of the sun. Dizzy, you barely feel Satoru’s warmth against you.

It was not just sucking dick – and that terrifies you – but now, Hiromi is here and confusing the ever loving shit out of you. You thought you’d never see him again.

"Hey," he says softly to you, peering over at Satoru for a moment, before his gaze is back on yours. "Your parents invited me here, I didn’t want to be rude but also… didn’t want…”

He sighs then.

“I just really wanted to see you again.”

Satoru’s pretty blue eyes narrow – there’s no fucking way he’s letting anyone touch the girl that just deep throated his cock, the girl who he’s about to put babies inside. No, he’s not sharing – and Hiromi needs to fucking go – he has a girl he needs to make his.

hehe do we wanna pt 2 bc I can't help myselfff - </333 I was actually inspired when i read @revolvingsaturn's fic about Sugu's mom, ngghhh go check it

One upper hand cradled the back of your head, thick fingers gently working the oil into your scalp with slow, firm circles. Another upper hand smoothed oil down your arm, kneading from shoulder to wrist with careful, measured pressure. His lower hands moved lower still. One large palm glided over your lower back in long, soothing strokes while the other rested possessively on your hip, thumb tracing lazy patterns across your skin.

He couldn't keep his hands off you.

His hands dwarfed you. Each palm was wide enough to cover most of your back, fingers long enough to wrap almost entirely around your thigh. The size difference made something dark and possessive flare hot in his chest every single time. He could crush you without even trying, yet he was being so careful, so deliberate, trying his best to stay delicate.

He knew exactly how strong he was.

So when he squeezed around your waist, your ass, or the soft flesh of your breast, he did it with restraint. Never too hard. Just enough to feel you yield under his grip.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing but warm underneath. “All soft and sleepy already, just from a little touching.”

You hummed quietly, eyes growing heavy, body melting further into the futon.

Sukuna’s lips curved into a slow smile.

He could not stop touching you.

One hand left your scalp to trace lightly down your face. His thumb brushed over your eyebrow, the bridge of your nose, then across your cheekbone. He followed the line of your jaw, then gently traced your lips, feeling how soft and relaxed they were. His touch was feather-light, almost reverent.

“Getting sleepy so fast, little wife?” he teased again, but his voice had grown huskier, like he was addicted to the sight. “My wild, mouthy girl, reduced to this the second I put my hands on you. So pliant. So quiet.”

You did not try to answer with any witty remark. You just sighed contentedly, lashes fluttering, completely at ease.

He loved that you never made him feel strange for this, for wanting to touch, to caress, to take care of you like this. You simply let him. And that only made him want it more.

His excuse was always the same.

“You like it when I do this,” he said softly, almost like he was reminding himself, as his lower hands continued gliding oil-slick palms over your ass and the backs of your thighs. “That is why I keep doing it.”

But the truth was simpler.

He liked it more.

Far more.

His lower mouth opened against your shoulder blade, hot breath washing over your skin while the thick tongue gave one slow, lazy lick down your spine, tasting warm oil and clean skin.

Once your hair was fully oiled and shining, he eased you onto your back and laid on his side beside you. His eyes never left your face as one large hand settled possessively over the soft swell of your tummy. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, his thumb stroking slow circles across the warm skin. In the quiet of his mind he let himself imagine the day that same belly would grow round with his child. The thought sent a dark, hungry thrill through him.

Before the image could settle too deeply, he pushed it away with a mischievous glint in all four eyes. His hand drifted lower, naughty and deliberate, sliding between your thighs.

His big palm cupped your pretty plump pussy completely, the heel of his hand pressing gently against your mound while his fingers rested along your folds. He began to massage you there with slow, careful strokes, spreading the warm oil over your most sensitive skin.

You squirmed instantly. One eye cracked open just enough to side-eye him.

Sukuna only chuckled, low and dark, and did it again. His hand stayed right where it was, massaging your cunt with lazy, possessive circles, thumb brushing over your clit every few strokes.

A soft moan slipped from your lips.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. His eyes stayed locked on your face, drinking in every little reaction. “That feels good, does it not, little wife?”

He kept going, his massive hand working between your thighs with unhurried patience. The oil made everything slick and warm. His fingers glided over your folds, occasionally pressing just enough to part them before smoothing back up to circle your clit again.

You moaned once more, softer this time, thighs twitching around his wrist.

Sukuna’s smile widened, slow and wicked.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, then another to the corner of your mouth, all while his hand continued its gentle, relentless massage between your legs.

“Stay like this for me,” he whispered against your skin, unable to keep the possessive edge out of his tone. “Let me keep touching you. Let me keep taking care of you until you fall asleep right here.”

His other hands never stopped moving. One kept stroking your breasts, rolling your nipples between oiled fingers. Another smoothed up and down your arm. The last rested on your stomach again, thumb tracing idle patterns while he imagined it swelling one day.

But for now he was content to watch you grow sleepy and pliant under his touch, your pretty cunt warm and slick beneath his big hand, your body soft and open and completely his.

He smiled against your hair, eyes half-lidded with deep satisfaction, and kept going.

Kept massaging.

Kept caressing.

Kept touching you like he would never get enough.

Because truly, he never would.

© torusbabe 2026.

“no problem no problem,” gojo waves you all to keep following.

your knee high boots hit the pavement with each step, heels clicking as the warm breeze brushes your black skirt. you instinctively move to keep it from lifting up, unaware of the line of men you’re passing against the wall. your fingers casually fix the spaghetti strap around your neck as you walk, keeping your risky black top from flashing anyone.

cold annoyance crosses a certain man’s face, his expression dropping as he clenches his jaw. you really have no idea how you come off to other people, sukuna tsks. he easily maneuvers himself to the inside of the street, purposely blocking the pervy mens view of you. one hand casually sliding to your exposed back — just a few flimsy ass strings keeping your shirt together — guiding you forward.

“have you ever been here before?” you ask, oblivious to what he’d done, but clearly irritated by how crowded this club is starting to look.

the frat boy clicks his tongue, “can’t remember. he’s taken us to a handful of em’ so I can’t tell the difference from the outside.”

once you reach the front of the line, gojo, as confident and privileged as ever, makes his way to the bouncer. you and the rest of the group stand ideally by, yuno and utahime are giggling, shoko and geto smoke with nanami waving it away, and sukuna’s thumb occasionally rubs your spine as you stand with your arms crossed, brushing your hair off your face every time the wind blows it. neither one of you bat a single eye at the people glaring at you on the line, or whispering, or pointing.

“this better not be some stinky cesspool,” shoko mutters, as utahime chimes in, all of you watch gojo closely as the bouncer calls someone out of the club.

you raise a brow as the man’s face lights up upon seeing gojo. the man embraces the snowy haired frat boy, just for him to say something in the man’s ear making him bark back with laughter. then he turn to you guys, pointing. and in seconds, you’re all inside, cutting the insane line that rounds the block. a few people curse out in anger, but none of you bat an eye as sukuna’s the last to step in, with his hand in front of him on your waist, keeping you in eye sight.

the club was as loud and chaotic as gojo had mentioned, and he definitely knew his way around. he slipped past the crowd like he belonged there, your wrists stamped, security nodding as you followed gojo up the stairs toward the VIP balconies. below, the dance floor churned, lights flashing, and bodies jumping in unison, while up here the air felt sharper, cooler.

“you’re welcome,” gojo cheered, allowing you all some breathing room as you packed in, grateful that you’re not squished down there, which is where you’d all be if it wasn’t for mr. daddy’s connections.

that’s how the night started. leaning over the railing, laughing too loud, drinks already being chugged down, watching the chaos from the perch. first was hime and yuno who went to down to dance, then gojo, who caught some girl’s eye, then shoko pushing nanami down, but the two just ended up chatting in the corner with some familiar friends. geto was flirting in the balcony over. and you were left with….

“how much are you gonna drink tonight?” sukuna husks in your ear, arm wrapped around the back of the booth, leaning in close.

your hand grazes his thigh, resting your head back on his toned arm, lashes batting up as you eye the sweaty flush that’s already dusted his cheeks. you can only guess you have the same look in your eyes as you gaze down at his lips. you fix your position, chest rising up, catching the way his red irises flick down to see your tits.

“until you tell me to stop,” you answer, devilish smile tugging at your lips. sukuna snorts licking his bottom lip, his arm that was wrapped around the back of the seat, curls around you, pressing his fingers to your jaw, tilting your face up. his breath fans against you, lidded gaze set on your eyes.

“yeah?” he husks.

you hum, chin tilting up, “yeah.”

is it the alcohol, or do you always look so precious? his heart beats a little quicker as you stare up at him, your pupils growing as your lips part with a gentle exhale. do you know how hot you look right now?

his head dips, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. neither of you bother with the crowded club, the base of the music thumping your hearts as he easily sets his drink aside, free hand now brushing your waist, the other curling up your throat, guiding your lips how he wants.

your tongues collide, hot breaths mixing as you deepen the kiss. your chest turning, and fingers curling around his nape. your drunk lips always become greedy. hopefully, it’s only ever been with him, he thinks.

he pulls away after a moment, panting against your lips as you heave quietly. his hand touches your exposed thigh, red iris’s flicking between yours with unspoken words. words that look like a blur in his mind when all he can see is the girl in front of him. the one twirling the short hair at his nape around her finger. the one that’s slowly getting him riled up after one hypnotizing kiss and look in her eyes. the same one that’s leaning up again, ghosting her lips over his—

“hey! no sex in the booths, come dance, losers!”

utahime huffs, reaching for the drink she left, grabbing yuno’s drink along with hers. gojo stumbles up to the balcony as well, downing another drink. “haha I put a song request in—“

“how?” utahime gasps, just for gojo to throw a casual shrug, because isn’t it obvious how?

“I have my ways,” is all he says, before he’s narrowing his eyes at sukuna, and the firm hand he has high on your thigh. “no fucking in the booths—“

“why does everyone keep saying that?” sukuna barks, followed by your hum as you stand up. what you weren’t expecting was utahime’s narrowed eyes and gojo’s knowing scoff.

he points at you both, “you two are the ones saying this relationship is JUST sex, that’s unless…?”

though slightly tipsy, utahime immediately catches the annoyance that crosses sukuna’s face, along with your subtle eye roll at gojo’s obviously subtle accusation. you two are unbelievable, she thinks. her heart beats a little quicker when she notices sukuna’s eyes flick over you when you reach for your glass. his gaze settling on your ass, then your face. she seriously can’t tell what’s going on between you guys anymore. it gets more and more confusing by the day, and it’s like you both are actively avoiding a fire that you’re both flaming.

“come dance with me a bit!” utahime grabs your wrist before you can argue.

“woah, hime,” you stumble slightly, but catch yourself. you miss the slight flinch in sukuna’s movement at your little stumble, but gojo doesn’t. his brow raising at his friend, just for the tatted man to tsk, “what?” he snaps, chugging his drink.

the club was much livelier on the main level. the balcony though more bearable, was disconnected from the youthful fun that’s pumping through your veins now. especially with your friends jumping beside you. gojo had maneuvered his way over, nudging yuno in utahime’s direction. neither of them realizing that without utahime, you were now much more vulnerable…

geto was flirting with two women he’d brought up to their vip section, while sukuna watched from the railing, his eyes narrow the second he finally sees utahime leave you. my turn.

he chugs his drink, hissing at the burning sting, and quickly heads down, unaware of the crowd that started swallowing you up. by the time he’d reached you, the bass had thickened, the floor vibrating under his boots, and the space around you had changed.

men he did and did not recognize lingered too close, their eyes tracking the sway of your hips, the careless bounce of your skirt as you laughed at something someone said. you were loose in that way you only ever got with your friends, shoulders relaxed, head tipped back, guard completely down. sukuna felt a dark pit swirl in his chest.

you didn’t even notice how the circle around you had tightened, how utahime’s absence left a gap no one respectable bothered to fill. and that was the problem—you trusted the room because you thought you weren’t alone.

he slowed just enough to take it in, jaw tightening as blood sizzled hot beneath his skin. it wasn’t just the stares, it was how easy you made it look, how effortlessly you stood in the crowd, how you smiled without thinking who it was for. his presence cut through the crowd before he even touched you, knocking into shoulders aggressively until they began parting like water. especially when he caught the eyes of a few familiar frat brothers.

people stared. watching the man with face tattoos shove through the crowd, until his hand finally touches your waist, firm and unmistakable, it wasn’t gentle. it was a reminder. his.

the men watching noticed immediately. you did too. your breath hitched as you turned, surprise melting into something softer when you saw him. sukuna leaned in close, mouth near your ear, eyes still sharp and daring anyone to test him. “i take my eyes off you for two minutes,” he murmurs, low and dangerous, “and the whole room forgets how to behave.”

your lips part in mild shock, cheeks heating as you lean your back into his chest. “you were staring at me?” your light tease elects a squeeze to your waist, the music getting you to sway your hips back into him.

“are you surprised?” he husks, keeping your body pressed to his.

you smile to yourself. you place your hand over the one he has on your waist, head tipping to nudge his face. your breaths mix, his body easily moving with yours and the beat. he wasn’t a dancer, he mainly lurked in the back, or poured drinks into womens open mouths. the most he’ll do on the dance floor is this, and it’s only because of how familiar his body has gotten to you.

“I’m surprised you want to dance,” your cool response earns a devilish glare from the man. your ass pressing against his crotch, feeling the hardness in seconds.

“feels more like somethin’ else,” he whispers in your ear, both hands digging into your hips, keeping your ass grinding against his growing bulge. “y’er getting excited after a few drinks?”

“I’m happy about the break,” you smile, turning in his arms, your hands sliding up his shoulders, before they wrap around his neck pulling him to your lips.

from an outsiders point of view, you looked like the description of a flirty couple. the intimacy of your close faces, words exchanged in whispers, hands wandering each other with familiarity.

but it wasn’t like that.

and a few of the guys in the crowd were from campus, and a couple were aware of the sexual relationship the vp of the frat and infamous hot headed captain of the soccer team had with this girl. rumors always spreading, dating/side-chick/stalker, but most ruled, at the end of the day, either of you are fair game.

however, the way sukuna glares at them over your shoulder, says otherwise.

“it’s a four day weekend. fat cry from a real ass break,” he corrects, but you shrug.

“even better,” you whisper, lips hovering his, your heels lifting off the sticky floor to stand higher, “means we can fuck all day, right?” his jaw clenches, heat crawling up his neck at your vulgar choice of words. “you’re not leavin’ for the break?”

“no,” he husks, the reply quick, earning him a wet kiss from you. he hums in satisfaction, parting his lips for you, just for you to exhale, warm breath entering his mouth.

“then I wanna fuck,” you sigh, “tonight. in the morning. the afternoon, when the sun sets—I wanna feel so full. so satisfied. that I’ll just die in limbo, until the break is over.”

holy…fuck.

his cock swells in seconds. your words flooding through his veins and chubbing up his nine thick inches. the veins around his arms and biceps strain. muscles flexing as he groans into your lips. sharp teeth flashing as he bites your bottom lip, hand firm as it dips over your ass, squeezing over your skirt.

“y’er fucking drunk,” he murmurs, voice dangerously low as you continue moving your hips to the beat, his thigh managing to slot between your legs as your lips part against his, gasp getting swallowed.

“do you not wanna fuck me, ryomen?”

he clicks his sharp tongue, eyes growing dark.

“woah—“ you let out a surprised gasp as he spins you around, pulling your hips back, back hitting his chest. his lips drop to your ear, confidently grinding his thick bulge against your ass, squeezing your waist. “grab your shit from the booth and I’ll call an uber.”

he pushes you forward after a mean kiss, hand slapping your ass forward making you let out a little yelp. sukuna licks his teeth, possessive eyes tracking your figure as you quickly move through the crowd and up the stairs. your cute self glancing over your shoulder, catching the tatted man still staring at you just for him to shoot you a wink. dumbass, you think.

as you grab your purse, finishing your drink you’d previously left, sukuna was pushing past sweaty bodies, bumping into familiar faces, before an arm catches his shoulder.

“you leaving?” geto stumbles slightly, laughing as a girl clings to his other arm.

sukuna hums, eyes briefly flicking over his friend and his plaything, before he’s glancing down at his phone. sukuna barely hears the next words geto is saying, instead he manages to catch you heading to the exit, blood steaming at the sight of two men lurking behind you.

“fuck this,” sukuna barks under his breath. you’re not even looking over your fucking shoulder, he swears. his blood curdles as he looses sight, knocking people’s drinks as he shoves past the crowd.

you hadn’t even noticed the shadows that tracked your every step. your fingers once again fixing your risky top, balance off as you stumble on your heels again. your eyes widen, just for an arm to quickly catch your waist, keeping you from falling on your face.

“oh—shit,” you gasp, regaining your balance as you laugh awkwardly, eyes glancing up at the unfamiliar face. “thanks,” you give a tight-lipped smile, hand coming to the man’s arm to brush it off your waist, now that you’re standing. however your blood runs cold as you feel him squeeze the flesh. your heart dropping to your ass at the grip that tightens arounds you.

“heading out already, cutie?” the slimy voice sinks in your ear, making you flinch back with repulsion.

your eyes flash with anger—“dude what the fuck!—“

before you can blink, the man is suddenly hitting the ground, making you stumble just to feel another arm pull you back, “you’re unbelievable,” sukuna seethes, his possessive arm around your waist quickly pushes you to the exit.

“woah, I can’t walk that fast, man,” you stumble for the thousandth time that night, desperately fixing your shirt as it flows with your steps.

that’s when he snaps.

his muscles flex as he dips down, with such ease, the hand on your waist drops lower and lifts you off the ground with one muscular tatted arm.

“woah,” your eyes widen, holding his shoulder for balance as he keeps one arm free to shove people aside and slam out onto the street. your heart stutters, cheeks growing hotter as he walks a few paces down the street before dropping you on the pavement. “lol thanks,” you giggle, the alcohol in your system making you a little tipsy. however, sukuna just tsks, arm still around your waist as he keeps you close, fingers flicking through his phone just to see the uber pull up.

“c’mon,” he manhandles you the entire way, unbothered by your protests for him to stop pushing you. your eyes easily rolling as you try to shrug the hand pushing at your lower back as you crawl into the uber.

“ryomen,” you huff again, slapping his hand that’s at the hem of your skirt, unaware that he’s protecting your dignity since you’re practically flashing the entire street with your sheer lacey black panties.

sukuna bites his jaw, slipping behind to finally slam the door shut. once again, you’re fixing your top, shuffling beside him as the uber starts, your skirt bunched high up your thigh as sukuna’s eyes flick to the exposed flesh.

“we’re going to my place right?” you ask, brows furrow as you look around, “woah wait—where’s my purse—“

his hand moves it from his side to place it on your lap, your eyes widen momentarily, “thanks,” you fish for your phone, relaxing when you find it, glancing at the man as his gaze remains on your thighs, then to your fingers fiddling with your top, again.

“why’d you wear that if you’re gonna keep picking at it?” he huffs, blood quietly flowing under his skin, palm sliding on your knee, tracing the soft skin up your thigh.

“I haven’t worn it in a bit, so I completely forgot how easily it moves out of place,” you say, fixing it again, sukuna’s eyes darken just a bit when you slip your hand inside to fix your tits. “it makes my tittes look hot, right?”

his grip tightens on your thigh, leaning close to your ear, kissing the soft skin, “mmm, pretty sure that’s what everyone was thinking.” he mutters quietly, kissing your neck again, and again. his teeth sink into your neck, earning a quiet whimper from you before his warm tongue presses against the skin, reliving the pain.

he inhales your sweet scent, a mix of your coconut lavender oil that glistens over your exposed skin, and the natural sweetness that’s gotten more prominent from the dancing and the heat of the crowded club. his eyes roll back, groaning lowly as he sucks another possessive hickey on your neck, inhaling your scent like it’s a fucking drug, hand moving higher up your thigh, as you brush his nape, soft sighs escaping.

it was the unspoken pull, that binds you together.

the twists in your chest and the pits in his stomach, that neither of you address, instead, bound to fall in each others arms for the single purpose of pleasure, relief, and intimacy.

even when he’s pulling away, red iris’s flashing when he catches the driver glancing at your chest as you fix your top again, he doesn’t bother to explain his curdling possessiveness as he snaps. “keep y’er eyes on the fucking road.”

your eyes widen at the sudden bark, glancing at the cowering driver, then sukuna glaring daggers straight into the front mirror. awkward.

sukuna moves his hand from your warm thigh, to wrap around the back of your seat. his jaw ticks as he manspreads like it’s the only way he knows how to sit, his thumb tapping impatiently against your shoulder as he looks out the window. the night has been rubbing him the wrong way the moment you all reached the club. your complete lack of awareness was starting to tick him off even more, fixing your top wherever ever, in front of whoever. he can’t even remember if you’re always like that, but tonight was a bit excessive.

“don’t fall asleep,” you whisper, leaning against his chest as your hand rubs his toned stomach over his shirt, cheek pressing against his shoulder as your hand slides down to his lap, palming his crotch.

“shit,” he hisses, biting back a groan as you lean up to kiss his neck. palming his bulge again just for his hand to grip your wrist, squeezing. “y’ wanna fuck here?” he threatens.

your eyes widen, lips pursing as you softly pant against his neck. “heck no.”

“then stop,” he pushes your hand off his bulge, finally cutting your teasing as you slump in his side. your arm no longer on his crotch, now hugging his torso as you lay your head against his chest, legs thrown over one thigh as he keeps his arm wrapped around you as the other, brushes the outside of your thigh, head falling back as his eyes clench shut.

just sex. he thinks internally.

once the uber stops, he’s quick to tug you out, hand on your skirt to keep it from lifting as you stumble out. groaning again at his aggressive manhandling. “seriously, ryo, I’m gonna smash my face on the ground,” you snap with dramatics, catching yourself on his arm as he slams the car door shut.

“y’know everyone’s been eye fucking you all night?” he clips, eyes glaring as he scoops you off your feet again. one arm under your knees as you gasp again, holding his shoulder as you glare at him.

“isn’t that the point. you clearly wanna fuck me now,” you quip with boredom.

sukuna tsks, lifting you up to fix his hold as he walks up to the entrance. “that’s different.”

your brows furrow tilting your head back, immediately clicking where you are. “I thought we were going to my place?” sukuna fiddles with his pocket, dropping you at the doorstep to pull out his keys.

“I got distracted and accidentally put my address in,” he says, pushing the door open and then pushing you inside, just for you to trip on your feet, then getting pulled back. “your stupid shoes.”

“it’s not my shoes it’s the shoving,” you huff, shrugging his arm off, “wha—!”

your world suddenly flips. sukuna throws you over his shoulder, hand cracking down on your exposed ass, grabbing a cheek aggressively making you yelp. you don’t even complain, not until he aggressively dropping you on his bed, tugging your shoes, just to suddenly pull your entire body to edge of the bed, almost falling off.

“zipper,” you huff leaning up, pointing at the zipper halfway down the boots. he tsks, pushing your hand aside as he unzips the shoes and finally tugs both off. you barely have time to think when he pushes your legs apart with his upper body. “tonight, the morning, afternoon,” he repeats your words from earlier, hands splayed on each of your thighs pushing your legs further apart, tugging your panties to the side, “fuck, you’re so wet.”

your whines bounce of the walls, bucking your hips up as you pull his head closer. your hands push your annoying top off, hand tugging at your nipples pulling a whine from your throat as his tongue dips into your syrupy sweetness, eyes flicking up as he places a hand on your other breast, groping as you whine.

“fuck,” you sigh, hand clasping over his letting him squeeze the pretty flesh of your tits as you wiggle your hips against his face. “love it so—uh-so much, ryo,” your moans sound like fucking sin.

his groan travels deep from his chest pressing his face further between your legs, nuzzling his nose against your clit, tongue following the sticky sweetness to your pulsing hole. your legs part naturally, combing back his hair to tug at the dark roots, hips arching off the bed as he squeezes your tit, nails digging in making you whine out in pleasure.

it was the combination of alcohol, freedom of the long weekend, and overwhelming desire to get fucked dumb, that you didn’t fully question sukuna’s mistake to go to the frat instead of your place. not even when he’s making you cum on his tongue, groaning unbelievably loud as he pulls off, tugging his shirt over his head and climbing up your body kissing up your chest to suck marks along your neck, fingers sinking into your pussy.

“fuck, how wet were ya when we were at the club?” he questions against your neck, curling two fingers, rough digits hitting your sweet spot. you choke, arm wrapped around his neck, tugging his hair up to your face. he grunts at the stinging in his scalp, lips crashing to sink his teeth into your bottom lip making you moan louder. “slut.”

his fingers piston inside your hole, chuckling darkly when your legs spread wide, tongue falling out as he laps at it, messy and wet. unaware of the fact that he’d left his bedroom door wide open.

“angh…haah…mm-ry—ryoo,” you whine so lewdly, it should be illegal to sound so fucking sweet and hot at the same time. he licks every corner of your mouth, grunting in your lips as his forearms flex with each curl of his fingers, spitting a wet glob in your mouth, just for you to choke on another moan as the coil deep in your stomach comes undone.

“you can take it,” he keeps your legs parted, fingering you roughly through your orgasm. your face presses into his neck, a silent moan escaping with a few chokes from the back of your throat, until he’s sliding his fingers out, slapping your clit just for your entire body to flinch. “you gonna answer my question, baby?” he moves to straddle your waist, shit eating grin on his face, as you try to catch your breath. hand on his thigh as he unbuckles his belt and pushes the waistband of his boxers down.

your lashes flutter, eyes closed unaware of the man whipping his fat cock out, hovering over your pretty face.

“answer me,” he husks, just to spit right on his cock, licking his lip as he strokes himself over your face, leaning down to press his engorged tip against your cheek.

you blink, brow raising as you see the scary size dragging across your bottom lip now. “seriously,” you snort, tongue falling out to lap.

“most girls would pull away,” he mutters, holding the base of his cock as he pushes his tip against your pouty mouth, biting his lip once your lips part to plant a wet kiss on it.

you gaze up at him through your lashes. the innocence drips from your expression like you’re just licking a popsicle, fingers moving up his inner thigh. he groans low and rough, sinking his cock past your lips, abs flexing above you as you swirl your tongue around the engorged tip—

“shit!” he hisses sharply.

you suck his tip harshly, hallowing your cheeks in seconds before he tugging his cock out, heart jumping when your teeth skims.

his sharp gaze catches the glint in your eyes. your tongue hangs out again, mouth an open invitation.

“fucking brat,” he swears, collecting your droll, then slapping the heavy member against your tongue. “you like choking on my dick? y’ that desperate to drink my cum up?”

your expression barely wavers, except for the heat that crawls up your neck, your breath uneven at the anticipation because the short answer is yes. you’re desperate for his thick warm cum. your chin juts out, licking his cock as he drags it across your cheek before returning to your mouth.

“open wider, it’s a big fit,” he commands, hand pressing against the wall in front of him before slowly sinking his cock into your mouth. “fhuck.” sukuna realized quickly that the fastest way to make you tear up was to stuff his giant cock into your adorable mouth. the same one that he kisses, and the same one that lets our quiet whines and unfiltered sweet moans.

your lashes flutter shut, nails gripping his jeans as he slowly thrusts his hips in shallow thrusts, eyes boring into your face watching every twitch and tear. he cant tear his eyes away, especially when you start whining around his cock, kissing and spitting when he’d pull out so just hit tip was in your mouth which you seemed to like more. “keep kissing’ it, pretty slut. wet my cock f’er me—you want me slipping in that tight pussy of yours dontcha?”

you hum with pleasure, earning a head pat by the man above. his eyes twinkle as your eyes flutter shut again, kissing and sucking his tip like it’s the best thing to ever go in your mouth. and it was twisted how he has you under him worshipping his cock with thoughts that just revolve around him, and all he can think about is how all those men dragged their disgusting eyes over your figure all night, boring holes into your skin, sick minds wandering when you’d fix your top thinking they’d be the ones to rip it off and have you under them. one even managed to touch you—his jaw clenches.

“how long was your pussy leaking, brat?” he pulls his cock out, laying it against your cheek, just for you to turn your head to nuzzle it like some cockdrunken whore. “shit.”

he rips himself away, hand squishing your pretty cheeks, cock hanging over your heaving tits, nipples perky as you blink up at him. your pretty hand wraps around his wrist, whining, as he squishes your cheeks harder.

you try to speak, words muffled from his grip, he loosens so you can speak with clarity, “you want me to tell you how I was wet the whole time?”

“I want the truth,” he scoffs.

his mind gets distracted looking at your pretty lips, thumb rubbing the soft flesh, unaware that he’d pushed his thumb in, groaning when you start sucking his thumb.

it was always a rollercoaster with you guys. he pulls his thumb out, leaning down so his face was right above yours. “I’m gonna spit on you. tell me.”

were you worse or the same as him? he can’t tell. not when you’re smiling widely, sticking your tongue out for him.

“fuck,” he collects a good amount in his mouth, heart racing as you arch your back off the mattress, thighs clenching as you stare right at him.

he spits.

your eyes flutter. the glob hits your tongue and sends a shock of electricity through your veins, cheeks heating up, and pupils blowing. the satisfaction of being claimed by sukuna was mind-numbing.

you swallow.

then your eyes meet again, and sukuna is awe-struck, as he is whenever you pull shit like this under him. your lips part, licking your lips as you shuffle with impatience, hand rubbing his thigh. “ryo…kiss me.”

fuck pride.

his lips crash into yours.

he wastes no time cradling your head like the most precious thing in the world, swallowing your moans and breath, managing to maneuver himself off the bed. he allows you to kiss him as you’re sat up. your arms are locked around his neck unable to tear yourself away from him as he shrugs his jeans and boxers off, pulling your skirt and panties off before his arms hook under your legs, kneeling on the bed. “big stretch, brat,” was his only warning before he’s slamming his length inside.

you gasp, eyes wide as he pulls his hips back, slamming his girth in, catching his fall with one arm beside your head. “ngh so fuckin’ tight, pussy fits like a fuckin’ glove,” he husks. your nails dig into his shoulder, legs hooked over his arms, as he hammers his cock into your squelching hole, throwing all self-control out the door. you’re crying and whining, and he’s in your ear with low animalistic grunts.

when the ropes of hot cum fill your creamy pussy, sukuna continues pumping his cock, overstimulating your poor hole until the tears have washed your make up off and he’s pushing himself to a second orgasm.

and while you were dumb on this man’s cock, you hadn’t heard the front door, or the group of men and a few women that came back from the club. or that sukuna had left the information of an after party hangout at the frat from you. the opener for the nights DJ was supposedly coming back for some shots with the guys a couple girls they picked up for a chill night.

but what the men heard was the rough rocking of a bed, followed by the sweetest moans ever and rough hot grunts.

“y’er the one that said you wanted to get fucked stupid, but you’re now crying like a big crybaby,” he laughs, choking at the way you clamp up around him. “my crybaby can’t handle this dick anymore?”

“I can!” you cry out, big globs of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.

“then take it,” his hips snap, and you gasp again. his thighs connect to your ass with creamy sticky webs, unbothered by the mess as he folds you into a deeper mating press, groaning at the squelch when he pulls out to slam harder. “gonna pump so much cum in ya, pussy loves my cum, don’t it, crybaby?”

your words are just a bumbling mess. but you manage to whimper a sweet delicious, “y-yess ryo—“

his biceps flex beside you, abs tightening as he feels his balls clench up, “shiit—“

it was a mind splitting orgasm.

his teeth sink into your shoulder, face buried as he groans. you gasp out a sweet cry, one would think you’re just getting your pretty pussy fingered, and not getting fucked by a mean thick cock. but that’s what drives sukuna crazy. the way your moans grow much sweeter the more overstimulated you get. it’d get any man to cum just by the sound.

and he’s no different. his tip pulses, spilling a heavy load deep in your warm pussy, painting your gummy walls a hot white. his chest heaves, skin glistening with sweat as it sticks to yours. his teeth retract from your shoulder, hot tongue replacing the stinging as he licks the mark, kissing it. he drops your legs carefully letting them clamp around his waist, kissing up your neck, and nuzzling his face to inhale the scent of your sweat. his hair sticking to his forehead.

“you still there?” he pants, kissing your sticky cheek before pushing up. caged under him, his eyes darken with pride at the state you’re in.

your lashes coated in tears, your hypnotizing gaze glossed over all the same, and your lips an open pout as you heave. you look like a fucking princess. his hand cups your damp cheek, lowering his face back down.

“wanna kiss from me, baby?”

he was sick. the faux sympathy he’s expressing as if he isn’t the reason you’re a dumb pretty mess. but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re nodding your head, still heaving softly, hand touching his bicep.

“yeah?” he husks, lips hovering over yours. you can barely form words, so all that comes out is a small whine from the back of your throat, and your lips parting for him. “cute,” he mutters, giving you your kiss, thumb caressing your cheek as he carefully pulls out, jaw slacking at the cool air that touches his wet cock.

your eyes flutter shut, body spent as he pulls away, tongue swiping his lips as he sits up, and that’s when he hears the creak over his shoulder.

his eyes snap behind. everything goes dark. the group of men, both athletes and frat guys, all huddled at the top of the stairs, feel their hearts drop to their asses when they lock eyes with scariest most intimidating man on campus. excluding two, a certain white haired man, along with his smug best friend, albeit both their faces are flushed a deep crimson, but when sukuna’s irises gleam a dark threatening red, they don’t cower like the other men scrambling to explain.

“who leaves the door open!?” one sputters.

“who is that—“

you stir on the bed, vision blurry as you try to sit up. “what—“ but sukuna flips the throw blanket over yours, standing up.

completely comfortable with his masculinity, he walks up to his door, a few men stumble back and sukuna hadn’t noticed the few girls within them that had also come up to look. what he did notice was the few men that were eyeing you at the club and he was definitely drunk when he left his door open— but still, what’s done is done—

“just sex,” is all he says, loud enough for gojo to hear, making the man scoff.

“you’re a fucking idiot,” gojo rolls his eyes, because yeah, his friend is a fucking idiot.

sukuna tsks, hand curling around his door, “fuck off downstairs.”

the door slams.

gojo shakes his head, turning to shoo the men downstairs as he explains to geto what had happened in the club for the full picture. however, as smart as sukuna thinks he is, he will never be able to understand your relationship anymore. fuck buddies. friends with benefits.

none of it can explain the look on your face when he turns back to the bed. you’re sitting up, brows scrunched together in mild confusion as you hold his blanket to your chest.

“did you leave the door open on purpose?”

his eyes meet yours, kneeling back on the bed. “fuck no, was an accident.”

your heart picks up, body language clearly not easing at his response. “you’re fucking weird, y’know that?” and your tone doesn’t come out as harsh as you wanted it too. it was more of a question than a statement.

“i did tell ya they all wanna fuck you,” he mutters, grabbing his shirt off the ground to wipe his dick.

your head pounds, what is that even supposed to mean? you lay back on the bed, arm draped over your face, “whatever ryo, just clean me up.”

you miss the way his jaw ticks. his brows furrow and stomach churns, what the fuck was he saying that for? he questions himself, muscles tense, as he brushes the blanket off you, cleaning the mess. neither of you exchange any words, both pushing the awkwardness, and the way the air’s grown thick, all for him to press himself against your back, arm wrapping around you with possession, and burying his face in your hair.

and even when the sun rises the next morning, and you’re turning over, you can’t fully stomach the way he acted last night, or what the guys may or may not have seen, so your solution….

“haah fuck,” you sigh, head thrown back, as the man grunts under you, hands digging into your hips as you bounce your pretty self on his mind-numbing cock, forgetting any other details other than the fact that he’s your fuck buddy first.

more frat!kuna

Sighing as you found yourself standing outside his room, pausing to peek through the now cracked window, watching Sukuna sitting on his too-small bed, back against the concrete wall with his muscled arms folded across his chest, completely fucking naked as his furry ears bristled in irritation. 

He was attractive, annoyingly so, enough to remind you every time you saw him why the hybrid population kept increasing every year, but you as quick as the thought floated up, you shoved it back down. 

You knocked twice on the door before scanning your card again, peeking inside before stepping in, feeling his stare on you before you looked up at the man of the hour. Or well, tiger of the hour. 

“Took you long enough,” he tch-ed, a low growl escaping his throat as he sauntered to his feet. 

“What did you do this time?” You wryly asked, nose scrunching up as you let your eyes scan the rest of his room. Someone must have tried to toss some toys in, as if he was a cub instead of fully grown, the remains of a plush mouse scattered across the floor. 

“The blonde tried to bathe me,” he indignantly scoffed, head held proudly up. You were tempted to tell him that he had a perfectly good bathroom already attached to his room – complete with a shower and tub he could use to wash himself, if he wasn’t so high and mighty to insist on being babied. Or, according to his perspective, treated like the king of this place he frequently insisted he hated so much.

You exhaled, shutting your eyes for just a second to massage your temples in an attempt to stall the headache brewing behind them only to open them and find him standing six inches away. Looking down at you. 

“I told her you’re the only one that can touch me,” he muttered, low and almost lethal. His hand reached out to skim over your bicep, barely touching but still enough for you to feel the pressure behind his fingertips. “She sent in the fucking vet to try to sedate me.” 

“And how did that go?” You sarcastically asked, as if you didn’t have a pretty decent inkling. 

“Well, they called you, didn’t they?” He sharply retorted, cocking his head to the side, jaw clenched as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. 

He got what he wanted. 

And you got to scrub a ridiculously oversized man in a tub for twenty minutes while he complained about not having enough bath salts, rubbing a sponge over his ridiculously ripped back muscles as he muttered about how awful everyone else here was. Grumbling with gritted teeth while your hands ran over his spine, damp sleeves rolled up over your elbows as you traced shapes along his strong arms, his slightly musky scent still invading your nostrils no matter how much soap you used. 

It wasn’t bad, even if it was strong. 

All masculine and warm, whatever pheromones he was putting off having a funny effect on your head the longer you knelt so close to him, sighing as you reached into the water and pulled up the drain. 

“Bath time’s over,” you muttered softly, standing up and grabbing a thick towel to hold out for him, making a point to not look past the thick patch of his happy trail when he wrapped it around his waist, even if you couldn’t not notice the way his damp tail dripped water behind him after he got out. 

“Where are you goin’?” He growled when you started to walk back out, his claws poking out in protest as your hand paused just before you could scan your key card to get out. “Home,” you muttered. “You better have some clothes on when I come back.” 

The shelter sure spent fucking enough on custom robes big enough to fit him. 

He snarled, two seconds from making a snide comment, but you slipped out before he could. 

You were ready to crawl back into your own bed, curl up and get some sleep, maybe message your boss before you passed out that you’d be a little late in the morning since you had to come in overnight. Let yourself get an extra hour or two of rest before you had to deal with him again. 

Except, uh, your boss was already waiting for you in the lobby, Yaga leaning back against the receptionist desk and grimacing at the fluorescent lights as you stopped and stared. 

“Is everything okay?” You blinked a few times, just for him to fix you in a solemn stare.

And still, while your brain scrambled to come up with a reason for him being here too, you didn’t expect what left his mouth now as he jutted his thumb in the direction you came from. 

“Do you think you could foster him?” 

No. No, there was no way-

Except, um, apparently, there was a way when they offered you a hefty bonus and a few days off, and Shoko slipped a strong sedative in his breakfast so you could transfer him from his room back to your place – which you promptly had to Sukuna proof. 

You expected him to throw a fit when he eventually woke up, to try and break through your front door and escape. 

But he just sniffed the air slowly before he even lazily opened up his dark eyes to glance around your apartment, a crooked smile curling up as he centered his stare on you. 

“So I’m your problem now?” 

Was it too late to take him back? 

Trade in your annoying tiger hybrid for a fluffy housecat? 

In your personal experience, all felines were funny in that they could listen perfectly fine – they just didn’t care. 

And Sukuna was no exception. 

Shredding your curtains when you went out without telling him, sinking his sharp teeth into your pillows after you made him floss between them, turning your couch into his personal little nest and dragging your clothes from your closet into it. Judging the comfort of your blankets and commenting on how boring it was being here, acting like he’d rather be back at the shelter as he ate half the food in your fridge in a few hours. 

He was insufferable and spoiled and a million other awful adjectives you could assign him, but it wasn’t totally terrible to come home from your shifts to someone warm. Who’d begrudgingly let you scratch behind his ears and stroke his pretty, pink hair. You took him to the park as much as you could, ignoring the pointed stares you’d receive and the people who muttered that he should have a muzzle on while he begrudgingly stayed by your side. 

It wasn’t like you had a backyard he could stretch his limbs or lounge in. 

And two months in, you hadn’t exactly envisioned starting off your mornings with fur in your mouth and the weight of a full-grown man on your chest, but you guessed there were worse things. 

You might even miss him when all this came to an end, which, according to the text message you woke up to from Yaga, might be sooner than you think. Some rich guy had apparently called asking about him, claiming he owned thirty acres of land he used to house exotic hybrids and wanted to add Sukuna to his collection. 

Now you just had to figure out how to tell him that he might have a new owner. 

You tried to sneak over to the bathroom after carefully extracting yourself from underneath him, bare feet padding out while you glanced over your shoulder at the slumbering mass in your bed, a little bit of drool leaking down his lips as he snored on your pillow. 

He almost looked peaceful like this. 

As if you hadn’t gotten back from work last night to discover a stash of your panties underneath the daybed he’d currently taken over in your spare room. And the, um, dried substance they seemed to be coated in you’d 

 desperately been trying not to think too hard about. 

Okay, perhaps he was closer to a perverted roommate than a pet. 

But you couldn’t scrub out the guilt that seemed to cling to your skin in the shower, hot water running over your body as you sighed to yourself and debated on how you’d break the news when he had started to settle in here. 

At least there he’d be able to have the space he needed, time outdoors, probably better nutrition than what you could afford to keep in your fridge and pantry, even with the added provisions your work provided for him. He was about as antisocial as it came – but there might be other hybrids there that he could actually stand being around. Closer to his spot on the food chain instead of the other ones he usually sneered down at. 

His new owner might even treat him like the king he thought he was. 

The shower curtain was abruptly pulled back, your arm rushing to cover up your tits, but his eyes were just on yours, his sharp nose scrunched up in a familiar scowl as he grunted good morning, his clothes already stripped off as he stepped in after you. 

“What is your problem?” You huffed at him, but he just yawned, toothpaste stuck to his bottom lip as he reached past you to grab the bottle of specialty hybrid shampoo you bought for him. 

“Didn’t you tell me yesterday we have to conserve water or some shit?” He grunted, lathering up his hair like his rock hard dick wasn’t out and poking you in the thigh. 

“I didn’t mean-” You started to groan, lips pressed together in a flustered frown. Swallowing hard as you struggled to keep your stare somewhere appropriate. You’d like to pretend your relationship was entirely platonic. That it fit perfectly in the boundaries of what it was supposed to. 

Where the only spot of your heart he occupied was pure. That the growing intimacy you’d been ignoring was innocent. 

It was getting a lot fucking harder to believe it when he felt more and more like a person to you every day. More human. 

“You were takin’ too long,” he added, moving over to bump his hip into yours to start hogging the hot water for himself. 

You stepped back, goosebumps trailing down your arms once you were out of the stream, holding your breath as you debated on ripping the bandaid off while he was washing himself for once. 

“Someone wants to buy you,” you heard yourself say, unsure of what emotion it was in your voice as he suddenly went still, tail twitching as his shoulders straightened. “Um, adopt, I guess.” 

He turned his head, just barely, enough for you to catch his nasty side-eye and locked jaw. 

“That’s not fucking funny,” he growled. 

“Yaga texted me,” you continued, careful to keep your tone steady. “Said some guy with a ton of acres wants to take you in. Guess he like, collects rare-” 

“No.” 

“No?” You incredulously repeated. “You can’t just-” 

“I’m not going to be some fucking breeding stock for an asshole who wants to stick me in an enclosure,” he declared, your mouth hanging open at the wild assumption he jumped to just from a couple sentences. 

“Who said anything about breeding?” You gaped, eyebrows arching up as you stopped yourself from stomping your foot. 

“You’re delusional if you don’t think that’s the only reason someone would want a problem hybrid like me,” he half-glared at you, molars grinding as you tried to come up with a reason to argue with him. 

“I-” You stopped yourself, blinking too hard and fast. 

“Tell them no,” he spat the word back out, thick brows furrowed together tightly as he shut off the water. 

“What if someone else wants to-” You started, and his whole body twisted around, his arms suddenly caging you in as you shrank back against the cold walls of the shower, all the air in your lungs ripped from you as he pinned you in. 

“I’m yours,” he hissed. “You can’t just toss me out like I’m some fuckin’ stray.” 

You were pretty sure you were gawking, grasping at straws to push him away when heat was pooling and simmering in the pit of your stomach. 

“They’ll be able to give you a better life than-” 

His mouth crashed into yours, fingers tangling in your hair while he shut up your stuttered gasp with his tongue slipping past your lips. 

He didn’t ask for permission. 

But maybe it was because he didn’t need to. 

Because when it boiled down to it, you’d let him into your home. Your shower. Let him slice and carve out half of your heart, even when you knew he’d probably just chew it up and spit it out. 

“Mmph, S’kuna,” you tried to breathe, placing a damp hand on his bare chest, fingers pressing down as he just kissed you again, struck by how strange it was to taste your own toothpaste on him, smell your soap on his skin and see the strawberry-scented shampoo suds running down his chiseled chest. His cute fuzzy ears standing up straight between his wet strands of pink hair. 

“You want me to stop?” He dared between kisses, moving down to your jaw, painting your skin with greedy wet sucks as he dragged his rough tongue across the sensitive skin. “Wanna keep pretending that I’m just your pet?” 

He wasn’t. 

And when your eyes skimmed down his pretty chest and his dripping cock, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him no. 

“You know you’re not,” you whispered, as close as you could come to a confession. 

Let him grab you by the ass next, hoisting you up as his mouth returned to yours, matching his starving fervor, wrapping your wrists around his neck as he groaned into the kiss. And maybe it was how wrong it was, but you didn’t think any kiss before this had ever felt so right. 

His fingers dug into your soft flesh, dimpling it as he tried to claim you with his tongue and teeth, a low growl ripping from the deepest part of his chest you felt his cock catch right at your entrance. 

You sort of expected him to just cave into the desires you knew were hardwired into hybrids like him. Just jam his cock in and breed you until he had his fill, or uh, filled you up. It wasn’t like he could even get you pregnant, not when you’d been on birth control far before you met him. 

But before you could brace yourself for the burning stretch that was surely coming, he was ripping free from the kiss to lift you up higher. Like, a lot higher. 

Using that ridiculous strength of his to balance your weight as he pressed your damp body against the cold wall of the shower, ignoring your squirming until his your cunt was presented right in front of his mouth. 

Dragging his rough tongue across it, worming his way in before you could so much as mumble the probably needed what the hell was he doing. 

You guessed you already knew what the answer was. 

He was always starving, after all. 

You’d just become his breakfast. 

Your head leaning back against the shower wall while his hands steadily supported your weight, keeping your thighs spread enough to make room to bury his head between them. Sloppily swirling his tongue inside you, using the thick muscle to map you out, explore you with an expertise you hadn’t expected. An attention to detail you hadn’t thought he was capable of when it came to something that didn’t benefit him. 

Although, judging by the feral moans reverberating through you from his mouth, you guessed he was getting some pleasure in eating you out. 

Fingers digging in possessively to your soft flesh, his tongue flicking in-and-out fast, your chest straining to contain your rapid heartbeats as little jolts of electricity raced through the rest of you. Arousal and anticipation bleeding into each other as they overwrote your anxiety over what you were letting him do.

Just when his tongue slid back out, traced a messy line up to your needy clit, and you foolishly thought he was about to make you cum for him, his head turned up, looking up at you almost accusatory through half-lidded eyes. 

“You’re soakin’, brat,” he scoffed, and you could make out a hint of a crude smirk on his lips. 

“We’re in the shower,” you tried to retort, like heat wasn’t flooding your face – and between your legs. 

“Water’s been off for like, five minutes,” he reminded you. 

Your mouth fell open, but you couldn’t come up with a reply sharp enough to shut him up. 

It didn’t matter though. Because his hands shifted, and you were falling, a scary second passing before he grabbed you and pinned you back in the first position, chuckling with amusement as he lifted your thighs up, pressing them against your chest and squishing your tits as you tried to wiggle in his renewed grip. 

Stupid. 

He was too strong, his hold too tight, the tips of his claws teasingly pressing into your skin as you whined, more aware of the emptiness in your pussy than you’d like to be. The ache he’d left you with desperate to be soothed, stuffed. 

“You should go dry off,” he mocked, your heart stopping at his suggestion, playing right into his hand. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” 

“Can’t you just shut up and fuck me already?” You hissed at him, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of your throat instead of stomping your foot like you instinctively wanted to. A little swish, a flash of orange caught your attention in the corner of your vision, a smile curling up on your lips when you realized his tail was wagging. 

He could play coy. 

Act sly and in control. 

But his body gave him away. 

And while you were distracted, he’d taken the chance to line himself up, angle and all, just to slide himself in like it was nothing, his saliva acting as lube as he shoved inch after inch in. His rather, ah, large girth barely able to make it through, your thoughts immediately fizzling out into a chorus of holy fucking shit, how much more is there only for it to keep going. 

His mouth returned to your face, leaving messy kisses all over your cheeks, down your jaw, wherever he could reach, like it could coax you through the mean stretch of his cock spearing you open. 

“So fuckin’ tight, brat,” he groaned, teeth gritted, his breath warm on your skin as you whined at the intense sensation of his hips moving, rolling up while you were struggling to even manage breathing at all. 

“Not my fault you’re so-” You couldn’t even finish, lips clamping shut as you realized you were about to stroke his ego. 

“M’so what?” He dared you to finish anyway, stalling inside you, making it obvious he wouldn’t move a muscle until you said it. 

Biting your lip as you begrudgingly murmured, “Big.” 

You were wondering who was really the pet here when it felt like you were being rewarded for good behavior after he pulled his cock out and pushed it back in, quickly picking up a steady rhythm – one that seemed specifically designed to unravel you. 

Pull you apart until you were reduced down to your basest instincts. 

Until you were like him. 

And even worse? 

It was working. 

A babble of syllables that sounded like his name falling from your mouth when he kept grinding into the soft, spongy spot in the back, pressing into it over and over again like it was a button built for breaking you down. Your sanity slowly dissolving into something he could swallow, his sharp teeth glinting when he bared them at you in a crooked smile. 

“You love me rutting into you like this, huh?” He growled, your head bobbing uselessly as his cock split you open deeper, grinding meanly into your cervix like it was his to claim. 

You did, and it, you were his, even if you sold yourself some other story to make yourself feel better. 

“A-asshole,” you groaned, grabbing a fistful of hair to try and find something to pull on, holding onto the slivers of rationality you had left by threatening to rip some of his hair out of his scalp. 

“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” he half-spat out, kissing you again so you couldn’t argue with him. His tongue returning to your mouth as he thrusted up faster, fucking you so full you were pretty sure you felt him in your lungs. Whining into the kiss until he pulled back, his dark red eyes glinting in the warm yellow lighting of your bathroom as he smirked, “What would your friends think if they knew you let me fuck you like this?” 

Pushing his lips out in a dramatic pout, but you just pulled his hair harder, trying to make him wince to match the weird feeling he kept stuffing down your throat, the hint of humiliation at knowing what he was trying to imply. 

That everyone you knew would judge you for sleeping with Sukuna. Say that you shouldn’t fucking have sex with the hybrid you were literally fostering. For good reason, too. 

But how the hell were you supposed to say no when his hands felt like they fit you? 

When every ridge of his swollen cock stretched you open just right? 

“I-I don’t care,” you protested, puffing out your chest despite your sore thighs being pinned to them. Muscles aching, straining as the rubber band you were currently clinging to threatened to snap hard the longer he rutted into you. 

But then, right as his fat tip grinded up against your womb, he stopped, ignoring your irritated huff for him to continue. 

“Kuna,” you started, but before you could form another syllable, you felt it. Him. 

The base of his cock slowly ballooning, his knot trying to take hold and work its way up inside you, to lock himself in. You made some strangled noise you didn’t even know you were capable of, a guttural sound torn from the deepest part of your throat as the pressure built and soared, feeling yourself getting molded and practically reshaped by his size. 

“C’mon,” he growled, just as raw and rough as you expected from him, one of his huge hands slipping between your thighs, a calloused thumb covering your clit as he started rubbing mean circles over it. Distracting you from the fact you were being destroyed, remodeled around his cock, flames of lust licking over your sensitive bundle of nerves as he sent another set of shudders down your spine. “Don’t tell me you can’t take it.” 

You could. 

You would. 

Just as stubborn as he was, even if you were shutting your eyes and biting the inside of your cheek until you tasted blood, the pain of the stretch melting into white-hot pleasure as he began kissing your collarbone, trailing up higher until his lips were pressed against the crook just above it. 

His teeth sank into your throat, your entire body shivering under the sheer force to it, something inside you pulling tight as you gasped some broken cry of his name. But he didn’t let go. Didn’t retract. Just bit down harder, feeling you spasm and squirm around him as he held on, the knot at the base of your entrance somehow managing to inflate more. 

You dragged your nails down his back, probably shredding the skin there, leaving long scratches of your own to mark him as yours too. 

“Mine,” he growled, licking the sore spot while your brain struggled to process what was happening. What he’d just done. 

You couldn’t exactly drop him back off at the rescue when he’d made you his mate. 

Left a huge fucking hickey you’d be stuck living with, a bond forged from baths and breakfasts and boring movies. 

You knew it was a bad idea. 

But you didn’t want to break it. 

He was yours, wasn’t he? Wasn’t it only right that you were his too? 

Letting all those negative thoughts fade as you gave into how fucking good he felt, his mouth on your neck and his thumb massaging your clit and his cock filling up every crevice until you weren’t sure where you started and he ended anymore. 

“Say it,” Sukuna gruffly grunted, his thumb hesitating, knowing just how close you were and still teasing you anyway. 

“I’m your mate,” you admitted, your weak voice coming out in a whimper as he dragged you to a climax with just a harsh swipe of his thumb. White stars splotching and staining your vision, heat simmering through you as your thighs trembled, muscles begging for relief as his heavy breathing undercut the drone of the bathroom exhaust fan. 

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he hissed, cumming right after you, still rubbing your clit through it, warm ropes of cum filling you up and getting plugged inside by his knot. Not even able to leak down your thighs as it held fast, your thoughts distant and dreamy as slowly floated back down to earth. 

Hesitantly meeting Sukuna’s dark eyes only to find them already focused solely on you, clouded with something that looked an awful lot like love up this close. 

“I’m staying here,” he grumbled, nose scrunching up as his tail wrapped around your leg. 

You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of him even if you wanted to. 

Now how the hell were you supposed to tell your work? 

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