形 The name of the yokai that becomes a "MONONOKE"… "Bear."
真 The hidden truth behind the birth of the "MONONOKE"… "Procrastinating."
理 The feelings that drive one to become "MONONOKE"… "My love for Sukuna."
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Geto listens to his bestfriend fuck his crush (who has a crush on him)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot, fem!reader, Geto's definitely a jerk here, voyeurism, masturbating (m!), fourth year setting (all characters are aged up to +18), maybe angst?
a/n: the title is such a word puzzle haha. here's suguru's perspective of this fic! planning to write a short drabble about satoru and reader after the incident as well :))
art by @/thatsallchief
Sure, Suguru thought you were cute.
With pretty eyes and a prettier smile, no one could deny you were cute. In a heart warming way that seeped into his skin whenever the two of you brushed touches.
But nothing else.
Sure, his eyes thinned as he smiled in fondness at the bashful lower of your head as you handed him a small candy—strawberry milk flavoured that coils on his tongue sweetly to dissipate the pungent taste of curses he swallows.
Sure, he couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes you’d crack, heart warming at the sparkle in your eyes as you grinned up at him as though he lit up your entire world at the simplicity of his enjoyment.
Sure, said heart throbbed with pity at the way that said sparkle would dim when you overhear his conversations with Satoru about his nightly adventures in love hotels.
But nothing else.
He was attractive and young. He doesn’t want to tie himself down on one person.
Being in fourth year also meant he was given opportunities on a silver platter to visit other prefectures during his missions to have his night busy, and experience the other tastes than what Tokyo has to offer. Every mission ended with him leaving the black car, smiling at the assistant managers to head back to the hotel first while he scoured around the city for a quick and easy hook up.
The girl with the nice ass in Osaka.
The girl with the big tits in Kyoto.
The girl with the pretty face in Nagoya.
His contact list in his phone was endless, his thumb mindlessly scrolling down down down, never allowing him to reach the bottom until a good moment later.
That night was no different. A university student studying nursing—a cute face with a blonde bob. Except she called in sick, apologising with a phone call, desperation hinting at her sweet words.
“You’ll call me again, right?” she asked, voice coyly cute and full of hope, yet masked by the subtle edge of panic.
“Mm… maybe not if you keep on asking me like that.”
He cut the call even before she could give him a reply and he let out a sigh, cracking a muscle on his neck. His eyes lazily travelled across the bright neon lights of Kabukicho, full of chaos and trouble. He could feel the stares of girls while they walked the dirty streets, or from girls outside of maid cafes, hostesses, the sex clubs' workers, and the eyes from guys wondering if they could use him to lure in girls to their beds if they invited him over.
He ignored them and searched through his pocket, trying to find some strawberry milk candies to wash away the irritation… just to notice he didn’t have any. His brows furrowed, slowly realising that you haven’t given them these past few weeks.
Strange, but he didn’t think too much about it.
With another sigh, he headed to the closest convenience store, searching through the rows of snacks under the white lights. He paused at the surplus of options in the display, and his eyes caught onto the new gummy that you were talking about a week ago, excited at the upcoming release.
Without realising, he slid the package off of the metal hook, holding it together with his own pack of candy and went to the register to buy.
Suguru brushed past the eager eyes and headed back to his dorms for once. Maybe he would barge into Satoru’s room next door to play Momotetsu that they left off last time. Maybe he could give the packet of gummy to you on the way there as well.
He quietly imagined the look on your face when he hands you his small souvenir. The simple thing making your eyes widen for a fraction, looking up at him with a surprised smile and uncontrollable giggles as you thank him sweetly as you do.
It made him smile a bit to himself. A slow spread of satisfaction sitting comfortably on his chest. He might have asked Satoru a month ago how to let you down easy, but considering the disappointing trajectory of his night, he supposed he could entertain you for a little while and see how it goes.
But then his brows soon furrowed at the silence that welcomed him when he knocked on your dorm half an hour later.
Shoko opened her door from beside him, a brow raised as she looked up at him in distaste. When he asked where you were, she mentioned something about your room being vacant these past few nights.
“Late night missions?” he asked, frowning in concern.
Shoko smiled slightly, eyes glinting. “You could say she has, hmm… busy late night missions. I don’t think the higher ups would like to know what she’s up to.”
Strange, but he didn’t think too much about it either.
His footsteps echoed across the old, wooden hallways leading up to his dorm room, when—
“Ah, ngg…! Hahh— Satoru!!”
Suguru stopped in his tracks.
The crinkling plastic sound of the gummy dropping to the ground reverberating in his skull. His eyes slowly widened as he recognised the high-pitched moans, ears ringing at the slam of the bed’s headboard against the wall.
Satoru’s voice joined your cries of pleasure.
“Come on baby, want to—fuck—want to make you cum ten times tonight, we’re almost half way there—”
Grunts, meowls, whines—
Suguru shakily crouched down to pick up the packet of gummy, and as he did, he tuned into your voice. At the sweet pants and chants of Satoru’s name from your lips—lips he could imagine in the back of his mind glossing prettily from spit and cum.
Suguru’s face flushed, heart racing as he pressed his palm on his cock over his pants, feeling the thudding throb of it, chest heaving as he listened to the noise…
“Ah, ah… Satoru,” you slurred sultrily, slightly muffled and wet.
Suguru imagines your mouth pressed against Satoru’s ear, heavy hot breaths tingling his best friend's ear as your tongue scraped the shell teasingly.
“What is it, sweetheart? Can’t take it?”
“No, no, no… I can, I can,” you whined breathlessly, hints of tears lodged at your throat. “I-I am, aren’t I— hahhh…!”
There was a particularly loud slap of skin against skin and the loud squelch of your pussy, promptly followed by Satoru’s groan that chanted your name like a prayer.
Slowly, Suguru stood up and stumbled to his door, fidgeting with his keys and as soon as it unlocked, he barged into his own bedroom and crumbled to his sheets.
Satoru, Satoru, Satoru…!
He leaned his ear onto the wall facing Satoru’s room, stroking his already hard-on with heavy breaths, chest heaving erratically at the pleasure that shot at the touch. He groaned every time whenever a particularly loud, sweet cry from you buzzed the wallpaper and rang in his ear, urging him to press his hand harder against his bulge.
Even through the wall, he could hear the obscene squelches of your pussy taking Satoru’s cock, making it easy for him to conjure up the image of your wet cunt, and how heavenly it must feel for him to slide his cock along your puffy lips.
Suguru cursed to himself and quickly shoved his pants and boxers down. Collecting a glob of spit, he let it trickle down his flushed tip as his thumb roughly pressed his slit, pre cum oozing from beneath his skin. He started slow, stroking his cock alongside the steady rhythm of the slap… slap… slap of Satoru’s hips meeting your skin. The wet sound that followed his hand wasn’t as loud as the noise next door.
“Agh, babe… stop… clenching,” Satoru grunted weakly, a pathetic whimper leaving him when it seemed like you did the exact opposite. Whether that was intentional or not, Suguru couldn’t tell. All he could do was squeeze his hand around his base in response, closing his eyes to imagine it was your wet pussy clenching and drooling around his cock. Just as you were right now tightening around his best friend’s cock.
“Sa-toru… f-feels too good…!”
Suguru groaned loudly with Satoru at the sultry, breathless moan, and found himself fisting his cock harder, faster. His fingertips grazed the protruded veins, precum and spit mixing and glistening over his ridges that bumped against his palm as he desperately tried to find his release.
“Shit, baby… I’m close,” Satoru whined, voice more distant and muffled. The image of his best friend folding you in half, legs spread and wrapped around his torso in a mean mating press that had your throbbing, puffy clit rubbing against his pubes, and said best friend burrowing his face into the crook of your sweat-slicked neck flashing in Suguru’s mind. He cupped his balls, groaning as he imagined how Satoru’s was sure to be slapping harshly against your plush ass every time he thrusted into your sopping cunt, smooching your cervix that had you crying out pathetically.
“‘M close too, Satoru…”
“Let’s cum together, yeah? ‘t’ll feel good cumming—ngh!—together…”
Suguru panted heavily in his empty room, thumb pressing harshly against the slippery slit every time his fist reached his angry red tip. He worked his cock faster, teeth biting into his lower lip to urge his climax. You sounded so sweet, so pretty, so adorable next door that the next thing he knew, he cummed at the scream that tore out of your throat, painting his abdomen with pearly white cum and staining his dark uniform. The cum on his hand a sticky mess as he continued stroking himself with a deep hum, his head dizzy from pleasure and cheeks dusted in a heavy flush.
“Fuck…” Suguru groaned, leaning his head against the wall that still reverberated from the loud thuds of the headboard banging roughly from the other side, obvious that Satoru was still determined to reach your sixth climax in hopes of reaching ten.
For the rest of the night, Suguru had to listen to the two of you fuck like rabbits in heat, and every now and then he would press his ears against the wall once more to palm his cock lazily. It lasted for hours and hours and sleep only finally found him when the two of you were nearing your end. But before he could close his eyes, he heard Satoru’s words that gave him an alarming jolt to his heart.
“Got Suguru out of your pretty mind yet, gorgeous?”
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“Um… fun night?”
The two of you didn’t seem to notice the bags under Suguru’s eyes as he asked the question. Or at the bloodshot veins creeping towards his pupils. Or the way they seemingly reflected the troubled night before.
“Yeah, too much fun.” Satoru had the most shit eating grin ever, and Suguru caught onto his best friend’s hand crawling down behind him to squeeze your ass over the shirt you wore. Satoru’s favourite Digimon shirt. Faintly, he also heard your whine of protest and the scrunch of the cloth under your nails. “How was your night, Suguru?”
Satoru, Satoru, Satoru…! Your voice still rang in his mind nonestop, haunting him even in his dreams.
“Uh…” Suguru trailed off, his gaze fixated on you and all the blossoming marks littering over your skin, “…yeah… I guess.”
Slowly, Satoru’s voice tuned out and Suguru could only hear the crinkling of the plastic package of the gummy as he fisted his hand. The bag was too warm under his touch, and inside the sugar was starting to melt into a sticky mess, ruining the excitement you had over them.
i'd say this is how geto's characterised in the jp fandom 90% of the time. i still love him though :)
Frat!kuna who spent all of his college life partying, listening to EDM, pop, hip-hop—always in loud, chaotic environments, listening and liking music based on vibes—was obviously very uneducated with classical music.
"No come on! Listen to this part," you said, replaying a passage of some famous piece by a composer he barely could pronounce.
"Listen to the slight pause before the orchestra joins in here—absolutely phenomenal."
Frat!kuna who loved you, really, and tried his best (or best in his own definition) in dipping into your passion, but found that he already missed the deep beat of the bass in his own playlist.
“Sorry, babe, but it’s still boring.”
“Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue is a fusion of jazz and blues. This is far from the conventionally ‘boring’ classical music!” you whined, shaking him by the shoulder.
Frat!kuna let you shake him, smirking in pure amusement at the sight of your pout and exasperated eyes. He leaned in to shut you up with a kiss, humming in delight at the sound of your sigh as you relaxed against him.
“Babe, just give up.”
“No.”
Frat!kuna who rolled his eyes affectionately as you continued your efforts in teaching him the beauty of the piece. Comparing different audios, pointing out how certain instruments were highlighted more in the other, how the piano has a more ‘crisp’ sound in one while the other had a more ‘hearty’ and ‘deep’ timbre to it.
Frat!kuna who just listened to your pretty voice keep going on and on, and by the time your ranting ended, it was obvious he was only just watching your lips, respectful for once for not shutting you up by pushing you against the bed for more exciting activities, but not enough to stop being distracted.
Frat!kuna who continued to have his weakly ‘lessons’ with you on lazy Saturday afternoons, even ditching his frat parties to be with you for your seminar of classical music, telling him that you’ll start basic and slow, but made him listen to a video of Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto no.2.
Frat!kuna who couldn't understand your talking, but having you wrapped in his arm, his chin tucked on your shoulder, and his lips pressing tenderly against your jaw as you explained certain music passages definitely beat a party that you weren’t even going to be there.
Frat!kuna who slowly, but gradually started to feel his heart flutter at certain passages that you pointed out before when he tried listening them on his own, all the details you’ve mentioned starting to piece itself together.
Frat!kuna who sooner or later listened to your recommendations with you on your bed, lying down together with entwined limbs, and closed his eyes as he burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, enjoying Debussy’s soft harmonies from Pagodes that drifted through your cozy room.
Frat!kuna who grunted slightly, admitting defeat in his round-about way to you that he is starting to fall in love with classical music—and already, you.
very very self indulgent fic inspired by listening to Bernstein's conducting/performance of Rhapsody in Blue
synopsis: Sukuna, as Enma Daiō—the king of hell and the judge of the deceased—who judges a cute ghost.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: smut 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, use of pet names (doll, baby, sweetheart), reader is dead (mention of car accident), Sukuna's lovesick
a/n: inspired by Hozuki's Coolheadedness yayyy
“Next,” Sukuna lazily shouted, boredly watching the old excuse of a motherfucker being taken off for the rest of the judging process. The king of hell snickered to himself as he remembered the guy’s face pale when he sentenced the douchebag to be burned for eternity.
The majority of the dead that came over to his palace to be judged by him were elderly people, so imagine his surprise when the demon staffs brought in a cute girl, with pretty doe eyes and pouty lips, who even made the ugly white robe the dead have to wear look like a tantalisingly pretty night gown.
Sukuna’s pupils dilated black, his head swimming with dizziness as he stared at you, practically drooling as you cowered beneath his intense, crimson eyes. The sweat on his temple slowly glided down his sharp jaw, the weirdly humid yet also dry, hot environment of hell definitely the only reason why his body was feeling too hot in the skin.
“Um… hello?” your soft, delicate and pretty voice rang out across the hall timidly, not knowing whether the silence and his staring was a good thing.
Fuck, you sound so sweet, and looked so fucking adorable.
Blinking slowly, he straightened up slightly and gave you a lazy, cocky, and self-assured smirk. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”
The smirk widened at the sight of your pretty blush, your flighty eyes lowered to the stone floor as you murmured gently, “I had a car accident…”
Sukuna hummed, brows furrowed in sympathy.
“Bad luck, huh?” he said, his voice a deep rumbling in his chest, fond and affectionate as he watched you squirm.
“Yeah… that sounds about right,” you agreed with a soft cute sigh, eyes heartwrenchingly dejected.
“My lord, shall we move on to her judge?” Uraume cleared their throat and looked down at the scroll of all of your records.
This time, Sukuna fully straightened up with a nod, receiving the scroll with one of his four, meaty hands, noticing your eyes on them with a silent smirk.
Uraume started to list off very minor crimes you have done in your life, which all made Sukuna chuckle amusedly as he caught onto your embarrassed blush on your face. In the end, he judged you to go to heaven, chest warming as he saw your face relax and you sighed softly.
“Thank you,” you said sweetly, bowing to him. So polite.
“Mm, of course,” Sukuna grinned. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”
You were taken away by some of the guards, and his smirk widened, pupils dilating as he saw you glance back at him, smiling shyly. Once you were gone and the next dead person was just about to enter, Sukuna straightened up.
“Uraume,” he said, voice booming as a grin curled on his lips. “Can you—”
“I fail to understand how that’s appropriate, my lord,” they replied with a sigh, rubbing their temple in their usual stress.
Sukuna raised a brow at them before scoffing. “Don’t argue with me. Get that girl out of the judging process.”
“Oh lord.”
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You’re sprawled across the enormous, mahogany table, your white robe stripped away to reveal your skin, glistening with the humidity.
Sukuna softly cursed at how soft and small you looked underneath him, so delectable as he dove to the crook of your neck to lap at the small bead of sweat collected at your collarbone. His deep hum vibrated against your body, and a smile spread across his lips against your skin once he felt you shiver.
“Come on, doll. Let me make you feel good.”
Your doe eyes stared up at him as you nodded coyly from under your lashes, breathlessly replying, begging, “Yes please.”
“Good girl,” he cooed. Laying his large palm flat underneath your thigh, he lifted your leg to press them by your sides. Without any hesitation, he dove in between your legs, down to your pussy, his adam’s apple bopping as he slurped, swallowed and gulped down on your sweet juices.
“Hahh, ngh—”
“Fuck, ‘m so thirty. You taste so good doll,” he groaned, pushing his nose against your clit, lapping at your juices desperately with insistent licks like a mutt. He let out a pathetic moan as your hands flew to his head, gripping at the pink strands of his hair to move it up and down, up and down to ride him better. “Hahh—”
His hot breath panted against your glistening folds, giving attention to your clit by slurping it, suckling at the adorable nub and flicking his tongue against it. Your moans got louder, sweeter, making his head incredibly dizzy and he couldn’t resist from pushing his thick knuckled finger into your puckering hole.
“Aghh, Sukuna—!” you gasped, eyes bulging out as you tried to squirm your thighs away, trying to wrap them around his head, only to feel his calloused hands insistently pushing harder against your chest, folding you easily.
“Yes, doll?” he snickered, pulling himself away from your pussy monetarily to look down at you, his chin slobbered with your slick—even the roots of his hair were damp, sticking to his forehead and temple. He mercilessly pumped his single finger inside your pussy, stretching your tight hole that tried to clamp down on him adorably.
“Please…” you begged, babbling his name darlingly as your thighs started to quake from how he started to flick and massage his finger tip against your wall.
“Please what?” he taunted. He pressed himself against you, his thickkkkk belly tongue lolling out to lap at your clit and your pussy around his finger to slobber with his spit. “Love your manners, sweetheart, but you gotta tell me what you want properly.”
“I—” You let out a surprised scream as he inserted a second finger inside your cute hole, pumping faster-faster-faster to slap his knuckles rudely against your swelling folds.
“Can’t, heh, hear you from all of the sound your pussy’s making,” he grinned. “So wet, sucking me in, so fucking greedy. Can you hear her begging my fingers to stay?”
Splat, splat, splat—
“At this point, I should just throw you to hell since your pussy’s so greedy and wants the king of hell to keep fucking her,” he laughed crudely, pussydrunk just from eating you out and fingering you, the sensation of your walls around his skin enough to have him reeling. “Or maybe to Samghata Hell, since you’re such a filthy slut…”
He added a third finger, swirling his thick digits inside your pussy.
“Gonna cum, cum-cumming!!”
“Mm, go ahead, doll,” he purred, cackling as he slammed his fingers roughly. Stars burst out behind your eyes as the tight coil of your belly finally being released, and you convulsed around his fingers, coming hard. Sukuna fucked you through it, helping you chase your climax, watching you with heart eyes as he saw your face contort in pleasure.
One of his other hands found your clit again to rub them generously, making you whine pathetically from the overstimulation. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy, he brought them to his pink lips to roughly suck on your juices collected at the crevices of his skin. His eyes rolled back, a deep hum rumbling from inside his chest as he tasted you. Noticing your hazy eyes staring up at him, he smirked and made a show of lapping at his fingertips—filthy.
Pushing his spit covered fingers into your small mouth, his pupils dilated black as he watched you suckle on them, hollowing out your cheeks.
“Actually, nevermind,” he murmured, rudely taking his hand away from your mouth to roughly kiss your lips instead. A soft, delighted sigh whisked out of you as you kissed him back, suckling on his tongue, making his lips tugged into a satisfied smirk.
Tugging your lower lip with his teeth, Sukuna’s four, heavily lidded eyes watched your glassy look on your face, feeling your breathless pants against his lips as his thick belly tongue started to pump in and out, in and out inside your pussy. “T-Too much, ‘kuna, hahh…”
“Yeah? Well, I changed my mind,” he murmured fondly. “Should just hire you to sit prettily on the Mountain of Needles. Have those dead losers try to have their hands on you, have them hurt themselves as they desperately try to climb up those needles… Then”—At the same, Sukuna pushed his fingers back inside your hole, this time adding another fourth finger to fist out your tight little pussy, the schlick-schlick sound of your wet pussy echoing across the hall—“I’ll fuck you on top of the mountain, have those motherfuckers watch you take my cock like a good girl, stretching your pussy out for my fat cock like the slut you are. You like that?”
“Yes yes yes!” you whined, tossing your head back, clenching your walls around his fingers tantalisingly.
Fuuuck.
“So cute, doll. So sweet for me,” he purred, leaning in to kiss your jaw. His nose nuzzled against your neck, and the scent of your sweat and aroma hit his nostrils like a damn truck. His cock twitched and convulsed, feeling too tight in his pants.
“Fuck me baby,” he groaned, toppling his weight on top of you. His lips peppered the shell of your ear with soft kisses. “You ready for me to fuck you properly?”
“Mmm, fuck—! Yes please, please…” Your blabbers went on, slurred at the end of your vowels. “Want you so bad, please!!!”
“So fucking well-mannered. Such a cute little pup,” he cooed, licking your cheek with a slowwww glide of his tongue against your adorable fat. Sukuna giggles when he hears you laugh softly at the dog lick.
Slowly, he allowed himself to lift his weight off of you, heading down to kiss your neck, collarbone, then your tits, suckling your nipple while his other hand grips your other tit. Finally, he took his lips off of your skin and stood up to his full height.
You watched him through your hooded eyes in anticipation, the tip of your mouth collecting drool as he hooked his thumbs on his waistband, all the while two of his lower arms held your thighs open. As Sukuna tugged his pants down, your eyes widened as a pair of fat cocks sprung out and you reflexively tried to clamp your thighs shut, only to be met with his strong hands forcing your legs to open up more.
He smirked down at you cockily as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “What’s the matter, doll? Thought you’ll let me take care of you.”
“B-But… you have two?” you pouted, tears forming in your eyes, especially when Sukuna gave you a lazy shrug. “It won’t fit…”
“Shhh, it will,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss just below your eye to wipe the tear away before grinning down at you. “Don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about it.”
Sukuna bit his lower lip as he tapped-tapped-tapped his cock against your clit, swivering the tip against your nub, mesmerised by how his precum and your juices mixed together, seeing how your pussy drooled and trailed down to the sleek surface of the table. Two of his hands stroked his thick shaft, and he snickered as he saw you eye the veins on his arms.
Swiping his thumb on his slit, Sukuna shoved the finger into your drooling mouth, chuckling as you smiled around him to suck his pre.
“Heh, gotta have you suck my dick off under this desk,” he groaned. “Make the judging hours good for me…”
You hummed around his thumb, nodding eagerly.
“Next time,” he chuckled. Holding his lower dick, he teasingly glided it up and down your pussy lips, from down to your hole to up to your cute clit. Sukuna gripped your thighs tightly, bracing himself before he slowly sunk into your tight hole. “…Fuck.”
His tip smooched your opening before squeezing into your pussy, your gooey walls clamping and squeezing him tightly, making his eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth to part, panting.
“Ah— shit…” He pushed into your hole a little more, making you mewl and hands flying onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tough skin. A laugh rumbled out of him, crazed and hazy, as he started to rock his hips slowly. Every thrust pushed deeper into you, his thick veins massaging every nerve lovingly and his tip teasingly approaching closer to your cervix. His other two hands found your hip, his thumbs caressing your skin and fingers digging into your plush ass to pull you in, bottoming out.
A scream tore from you, the voice echoing and bouncing across the large hall, followed by the squelch-squelch of his balls slapping at the wetness of your skin.
“Ah, fuck-fuck-fugck—” Sukuna roughly slammed his hips against yours, growling with a boisterous laugh, watching your eyes roll back to your skull. “Feel good, yeah? You, agh, feel so good, doll. So, so good—”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you desperately pulled him closer, lips flushedly brushing against his chapped ones, panting against him, “Feels good, feels good, Sukuna. Don’t stop—!”
Bringing a hand down to your pussy, he stacked his other dick on top of your folds, pressing his girth on your clit. Your lips parted into a soft ‘oh’ as you felt his thick cock rub against your clit every time he thrusted his hips against your. Your nails raked down his back as you held onto him tightly, whining and moaning as you felt his weight crush on top of you from the mean mating press.
Sukuna tossed his head back, slapping his heavy balls against your ass as he roughly thrusted. Hooking your knees on his arms, he hugged you tightly, folding you impossibly tighter than it was possible before nuzzling his nose against your neck.
“Never fucked a pretty little dead ghost before, but… shitt, feels so good,” he rambled on, so so pussydrunk. “You’ll be my pretty girl, won’t you? Warm my bed for the night, we can bathe together in the night before we go to sleep. We’ll fuck every morning, lunch and night— heh, wonder if I can even knock you up…”
Sukuna felt your walls clench around his cock at that, making his cheeks flush bright pink, head dizzy and so fucking hazy. “You’ll like that, won’t you?”
You had the audacity to look shy at that after everything, cheeks prettily mirroring his blossoming hue, eyes darted away as you nodded bashfully. Sukuna felt his heart throb and race and without a thought, he pulled you against his chest and hauled you up. Kissing your cute yelp away with full on tongue and teeths, he had two of his hands cradle your face reverently then the other two to spread your legs more, holding you as he stood to his full height.
Now you truly couldn’t escape from the pleasure, because his fat tip was punishingly smacking your cervix, then that special spot that made your eyes roll and only see white, desperately gasping for air.
Sukuna found it too adorable how you held onto him tightly, whining against his ear like an adorable little pup as he had you bounce on his chubby cock while his second one continued to rub against your clit roughly. You keened cried out when his belly tongue lolled out to lovingly lap at your clit around his cock as well.
“Hahh, I’m close, ‘kuna.”
“Then cum, sweetheart,” he moaned, picking up speed. “Cum on my cock.”
With a cry, you came undone, your body and pussy spasming around his cock. He settled you back on the cool mahogany table, weight crushing on top of you as he panted and kept pistoning into your pussy, chasing his high.
“Shit, shit, shit!"
With a loud grunt, he gave a final thrust, heaving in effort as he came inside, painting your walls in white.
"That was good,” he breathed heavily, peppering your jaw with kisses. He watched you with amusement lighting up in his eyes, seeing your eyes glazed over, staring up at the ceiling blankly, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, blissed out. “You good?”
You blinked then nodded absentmindedly.
Chuckling, he scooped you up to hold you against him as he sat back onto his large chair, running his large palm across your back.
He silently promised to himself that he would never have you escape him into heaven. No, you’re going to stay with him, true to his words for the rest of eternity. A cute little dead ghost warming his bed.
Gojo fucks his crush (who has a crush on his best friend)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot, fem!reader, p in v, coming on face, reader has/had a crush on Geto, Geto is kind of a jerk, fourth year setting (all characters are aged up to +18), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart)
a/n: first time writing smut, so please bear with me!
art by @/thatsallchief (i love their art so much)
Gojo Satoru knew that his crush liked his best friend.
The way your eyes wandered around the room, and instead of landing on him, it always settled on the black-haired boy that was sitting next to him.
And he always watched your heart get broken when your ears perked up at the sound of Suguru’s voice, low, leisure, and level as though it was a daily occurrence to be talking in the classroom about how he booked a hotel with a university girl, studying nursing or some other shit, to spend the night with.
Shoko would stick her tongue out, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she stared at her phone, while Gojo would laugh for a moment, making fun of Suguru playfully as always before turning to look at you, eyes concerned.
And his darling crush, gentle and kind even when your heart is shattered into pieces, would always smile awkwardly, uncomfortable as your murmured a faint complaint about appropriate behaviour at school grounds, or sometimes nothing at all when Suguru’s description became too detailed, too promiscuous.
The worst part was… Suguru knew.
Suguru knew that your rosy cheeks were meant for him, that her gentle voice was only directed at him.
He even casually complained how to indirectly let your down, not wanting to confront the awkwardness since he still thought of you as a precious, fellow classmate—the one that would always give him a piece of candy to get rid of the horrid taste of the curses he swallow.
Suguru was appreciative of your kindness, but not enough to reject you directly with kind words.
That was why it always made Satoru grit his teeth in fury at his best friend, whom he still deeply cared for, but also from annoyance at the way you always let him run over you, still naively trying to cling to the hope that somehow Suguru would like you back.
Satoru knew that you weren’t just a crush—he adored you, loved you, that it sometimes hurt to look at you from the way you made his heart race.
For the way you would hide your eyes away when they welled with tears whenever Suguru breaks your heart, not wanting to disturb the moment with your friends. The way you would smile gently at Satoru when your eyes meet. The way you would giggle slightly when Gojo pokes your cheek teasingly. The way you would prettily part your lips for a bite for a piece of strawberry Pocky that would make him swallow as something else flash behind his eyes, imagining how they would feel wrapped around his tip—
“Sa…toru,” you slurred, eyes hazy and sparkling with tears—not from your heart getting broken, but rather from how fucking deep his cock was inside you, kissing your cervix affectionately with every thrust. It brought an undeniably deep satisfaction at the sight. “I-It’s too much…”
Satoru instantly moaned at your whine, ducking in to let you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, as he pressed his nose against your head, smelling your shampoo and the faint smell of sweat that formed on your skin from how long he's been fucking you. His large hand wrapped around your head tightly, the other on your hip, keeping you there as he kept snapping his hips to search for your hot, sopping, messy cunt.
This was real.
This was fucking real. Shit, shit, shit—
“Fuck, princess… stop clenching so tight. Feels too”—he gasped, eyes turning wide as you tightened around him impossibly more that made him roll his eyes back—“good…”
This was the third—no, maybe fourth—time he brought you to his dorm room to fuck you mindlessly to drive Suguru out of your pretty mind. This was the third time inviting you to his bed, next to Suguru’s dorm, to comfort you as he went off to another hotel with no doubt another slightly older woman in his arms.
The other one time was when you invited him over to your dorm, and the memory of your bashfully lowered eyes and soft voice as you tenderly led him to your room was enough to prompt him another pathetic whine as he thrusted so roughly into you that made you see stars.
So yes, this was the fourth time that you were in his arms to have his cock deeply nestled inside, wrapped by your heavenly walls, and the third time he was able to make his girl come tonight. He silently thinks in his pussy-drunk mind, that no matter how many times the two of you fuck—make love—he would forever be questioning whether this was real, if you were real because no way does he have his dream girl in his arms right now, letting him fuck you to an oblivion.
And some sick part of him liked to imagine that you were still in love with Suguru. The thrill of knowing that he was fucking you, making you feel so good that you couldn’t help but think of him as you stared at his blue eyes instead of a pair of purple ones. But by the looks of the way your brain was fucked dumb, your lips only dribbling his name repeatedly, was an enough of an indicator that you weren’t thinking of Suguru anymore.
“Satoruuuu!!!” you screamed as you came undone, muffled against his neck. That effectively brought him back from his pussy-drunk reverie as he grinned down at you.
“Sorry, baby…”
He pulled out with a gasp, pulling off the condom with a snap as he stroked around his cock. You were about to whine when another moan slipped out of you when his thick, long fingers curled inside of you, his thumb rubbing quick, tight circles around your clit to prolong your pleasure.
“I’m going to c-come.” He swallowed. “Can I come on your face? Please, baby? You’ll look so fucking pretty with my cum.”
You nodded eagerly, managing a faint reassuring smile that twisted at his heart painfully with affection as he cupped your face and kissed you senseless, thumb caressing your cheek as the other hand continued to stroke his cock to prompt his impending release. His lips gently suckled on your tongue while giggling deliriously with pathetic whines, prompting you to clench tightly around his fingers.
“Satoru!”
And that was it—thick, white spurts of cum splattered across your face, making you gasp at the sticky sensation on your skin. Satoru grinned at the sight, cooing softly yet his fingers harshly fucked you dumb, the quelching sounds incredibly filthy that almost made his cock hard instantly.
As you came your nth time of the night and breathed heavily from your climax, your eyes widened at the sight of him ripping another condom, and rolled it on his pretty cock.
Satoru chuckled at your surprised face, leaning in to press a quick kiss on your lips before pulling back, grinning at you fervently.
“Don’t think we’re over just yet, sweetheart.”
The next morning, when you came out wearing Satoru’s overly large t-shirt with heated cheeks and a horrifying amount of hickies across your neck and collarbone, and a Satoru that had his lips curled into a dopey grin at your side, with a nervous Suguru that was rubbing his neck awkwardly by his door… you only could hide behind Satoru, hands gripping the back of his shirt, and a cheek pressed against his broad back, as the white-haired boy laughed full of satisfaction and fucked up elation.
“Um… fun night?” Suguru asked, his smile uncharacteristically awkward as he looked at Satoru and glanced at you curiously.
“Yeah, too much fun,” Satoru said with a grin, laughing when you scrunched his shirt up more, nails digging into his back like last night to shut him up—fuck, he was going to get hard from just that. “How was your night, Suguru?”
Maybe it was cruel to ask that when he didn’t really know if you still liked Suguru or not, but his cocky ass just couldn’t help but ask, knowing that he fucked your mind out last night, and he that he can and would continue to do it for the rest of his life, because that means that you would only think about him at that precious moment.
“Uh… yeah… I guess,” Suguru murmured as an answer, his eyes still glued to you. Since when did you look so cute? Suguru could acknowledge that he was acting like an asshole right now, knowing that he was starting to have interest in you after Satoru has swept you off of your feet and dicked you down a little too good.
Satoru’s eyes narrowed as he stepped a little to the side to hide you completely, holding the door. “Anyways, we’re going to have amazing morning sex from now, so go fuck yourself.”
Satoru grinned when he heard you let out a loud gasp at his words as he slammed the door right in front of Suguru’s face, before spinning around to face you.
Cradling your face in his large hands, he kissed you senseless as he pushed you towards the bed, tongue lolling out with yours as he lapped at yours like a pathetic mutt. His cock twitched at the sound of your surprised giggles, and he couldn't help but let out an unabashed moan.
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synopsis: Boundaries have been crossed for too long with your handler. And tonight's no different than the other.
wc: 2.2k
warnings: fluff, mention of murder
a/n: Rekindling my Shiu obsession last summer. He deserves more love :))
The suite hotel room was glamorous, with tall ceilings and large glass panel walls. It was slightly stuffy with the heater on, but still pleasantly warm compared to the biting cold outside, with a slight drizzle of rain.
You were sprawled on the sofa, lying on your side with a glass of wine in your hand as you giggled, watching your handler check for possible cameras or mics that could be stooping both of you. Lazily, you took a cocktail shrimp and dipped it into the tomato sauce that could cost twenty dollars just from how pretentiously expensive it was, before popping it in your mouth, chewing the sweet soft flesh. You gently bit your lower lip, admiring your handler’s ass as he crouched and bent down low to check under the table, then his broad back as he stood up to look behind the TV.
“Found anything?” you called out sweetly.
“You could always help me, sweetheart,” Shiu answered, giving you a small amused smile.
You shrugged. “I would let you take this chance to be a gentleman.”
He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. Sauntering over to you, he sits by your foot on the couch, gently placing a hand on your ankle before caressing your skin, massaging your calf. He leans in, his heavy weight slightly settled onto you that made your eyes slightly widen, staring up at him carefully. His lips inches closer until it presses gently onto your shoulder in a faint kiss, then moves up to the crook of your neck. His rough, large hand was placed on your hip, thumb caressing your delicate curve, never failing to make your heart thud aggressively.
Professionalism blurred long ago between the two of you. Affectionate touches, kisses —all of them that shouldn’t really be between a strictly-handler-and-client relationship. It was all thrilling and enticing. Never crossing the line, but teetering around it enough that sometimes the playfulness felt a little too real.
Idly, you leaned in to press a kiss of your own on his Adam's apple, smiling against his skin as you took in the musk of his cologne. The contact of your cheek against his jaw itches upon grazing on his familiar stubble.
Smirking down at you, he pulled away and retracted his hand from your hip and calf, walking over to sit on the cushion chair across from you. He grabbed the glass of wine you poured for him and took a sip.
You finally sat up with a mischievous smile while ignoring the flush of your cheeks, placing your crossed arms on the table to lean towards him. “Done?”
Shiu simply gave you a single nod, giving you that lazy smirk. “Do you like it here, doll?”
“Mm,” you hummed. “It’s a nice view out here.”
“Are you talking about the actual scenery or me?” he teased.
“You of course,” you flirted back at him sweetly, already slightly tipsy from the wine that you have indulged yourself in generously.
His smirk widened as he reached his hand across the table to brush a strand of your hair away from your eyes, to which you leaned against the touch with a wide smile. You were so cute like this. “Gonna tell me why you were late?”
“Sorry about that,” you murmured, a grin slowly forming, showing absolutely no remorse.
He rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m sure you’re sorry.”
“I had my reasons!”
“Care to explain?”
“Well,” you started, leaning back with a charming smile that always gravitated the room towards you, “this morning, I went to this bar—”
“Drinking from the morning?”
“Hush,” you giggled, pressing your finger on his plush lips to shut him up, while he simply smiled lazily at that, pressing a soft kiss against your finger.
“Go on.”
“Well,” you repeated with a grin, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip to gently tug it down, “when I went to this bar, a lady came up to me. Rich looking, maybe with a recent facelift, in her fifties. Had this humongous diamond wedding ring and she approached me…”
“To compliment how gorgeous you are?” he quipped with a smirk, to which you giggled and messily played with his lips to shush him more.
“Yes, that as well, but also she came in asking to murder her husband.”
“…”
Your smile simply widened as you laughed, shaking your head casually. “I know! She somehow knew who I was and promised that she’ll give me a very pricey sum and the diamond ring if I get the deed done.”
“And you agreed?”
“Of course!”
Shiu just stared at you with a deadpan before blinking a couple of times to snap himself out. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Apparently her husband was sleeping with someone—”
“Cheating?”
“No, open relationship. Usual rich people activity.”
“Ah.”
“But the problem was that he was sleeping with a girl without prior discussion… warning? I don’t exactly know how it worked for them. And then he got an STI, and she also got it. Thus the need for murder.”
“…”
“It was horrible though,” you sighed, ignoring his mild shock. “The husband was at it when I went to the hotel his wife sent me—”
He scrunched his nose. “I don’t need to know some man’s sex life in his fifties."
You laughed bubblingly. “Fair. Anyways, I killed the husband and the girl, she was in her late twenties—”
“You killed the girl as well?”
“Well that bitch was trying to fucking use me as a vouyering kink stimulator!” you grumbled in annoyance. “Also I realised she was that curse user that tried to sabotage me at Kyoto. Remember that? So I thought ‘oh wow killing two birds with one stone!’ And then she died and her blood sprayed everywhere. So annoying.”
Shiu wasn’t too surprised nor perturbed at that, running his thumb across your knuckles absentmindedly, but his eyes still screamed with confusion, desperately trying to process everything through your drunk, choppy ramblings. “…I see.”
You huffed in annoyance, but calmed down at his touch a little as you settled back on the chair. “Anyways, both of them are gone, and I got this ring.”
You brought out the wedding ring of the client and placed it in front of him. Shiu took it and inspected it closely, humming in intrigue—an overly large diamond that reeked of unnecessary wealth with its tacky size and design.
“Can you give it to a dealer and get me the money? I’ll give you twenty five percent of the money.”
He raised a brow. “Are you?”
You grinned. “Yes. I don’t want to go through that trouble. And, afterall, you’re paying for this hotel room and all this food and wine, aren’t you?”
“Deal.”
Watching him safely tuck the ring inside his inner pocket of his blazer, he smirked at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and droopy, tipsy eyes. You looked gorgeous like this.
The next few hours were spent with more drinking, eating and gossiping. If you weren’t already drunk, you were beyond gone at this point, with the tip of your tongue slurred and eyes hazy and giggles tumbling out of you uncontrollably.
“You haven’t complimented me yet,” you suddenly said, the edge of your lips pouting slightly.
Shiu raised a brow. “Am I supposed to?”
“Obviously.”
“Why?”
“Why?” you drawled, slurring, “Because you should be a gentleman!”
Shiu rolled his eyes. “Brat.”
“Asshole!”
“Oh wow, now you’re resorting to swearing?”
“Is it a crime for a girl to want a compliment?” you whined, pouting.
“Fishing for compliments?” he lazily quipped back, raising a brow. “So unclassy.”
“It’s for a necessary cause though.”
“And what is that?”
“A compliment from my favourite handler would make my day.”
Shiu smiled amusedly as you sulked and rolled your eyes in annoyance. Placing your chin on your palm, you looked out at the scenery, ignoring him with a huff.
“Fine, fine. I guess you find me ugly,” you grumbled.
Shiu rolled his eyes. You were a handful when you were drunk.
Suddenly he leaned in across the table to graze his lips across the column of your throat. Your eyes slightly widened. The skin tickled slightly, with the slight uncomfortable press against your airway. Pleasure surged through your body and your heart fluttered violently. A wide, satisfied smile tugged on your mouth as you closed your eyes blissfully.
“You look gorgeous, doll. Makes my heart stop working when I look at you.”
“Good,” you hummed, meeting his eyes with a grin.
Shiu simply smiled back at you, fondly exasperated as he pressed another soft kiss on your throat before he pulled away. He stood up slowly and walked over to your side, watching amusedly as the alcohol finally took its toll and made your eyes droopy, drowsy. Picking you up effortlessly, he pressed you against his chest as he started to walk towards the bedroom.
“Come on, doll, let’s get you to bed.”
You smiled happily as you were carried over to be settled onto the soft bed, the cold mattress enveloping you in a pleasant hug that cooled your warm skin.
Shiu tossed his blazer away to join beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, and he tugged you closer so that your head rested on his chest, and his hand drifted to your back to rub gentle, soothing circles.
Gently, he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Night, doll.”
“Night,” you murmured back softly, letting out a soft yawn.
His body radiated with heat, and his warmth carefully sunk you into a blissful, deep slumber.
___
The two of you left the hotel to step foot outside, the slight drizzle in the night ceasing to let the sweet smell of rain linger on your tongue in the dawn, alongside the fumes of Tokyo gasoline cloying to your nose.
Shiu’s hand was gently placed on your hip, thumb gently caressing the curve. Just like last night. Gentlemanly, polite, and almost reverent.
“You leaving?”
You hummed in reply, leaning into him as he pressed a kiss on your temple.
The touches, kisses, flirting—it was comforting, and repulsively heart-fluttering. Like a romantic vintage movie scene, with quiet love and affection.
Smiling up at him, you tenderly ran your finger tips across his arm, watching amusedly as you felt him gently shiver at the touch, before clasping something cool and heavy on his wrist. Before he could glance at it curiously, you grabbed his chin, pressing your thumb and the curve of your index finger’s joint against his stubble. Leaning in, you pressed another feather-light kiss on his jaw before murmuring against his ear.
“Happy early birthday, Shiu.”
His eyes fluttered close as a soft sigh escaped him. Shoulders sagging, hand on the small of your back softening yet pulling you closer, wrinkles on his face loosening, a small smile tugged on his lips. He gingerly pressed his forehead against yours, leaning into you before opening his eyes to smile down at you.
“What did you do?” he asked, full of fondness.
Giggling mischievously, you tapped his cheek teasingly. “Nothing illegal this time.”
Shiu raised a brow quizzically at that, though an affectionate grin engraved across his mouth.
Returning the grin, you pulled away and wordlessly left—heels clicking against the pavement in measured, rhythmic steps.
He watched you cross the vacant road, not bothering to walk over to the lights, and chuckled as you looked back at him briefly to blow him an impromptu kiss before you disappeared down the road.
Letting out a sigh, Shiu finally lowered his gaze onto his wrist, breath softly hitching as a disbelieved laugh bubbled out of him. A fucking Rolex watch was slapped on his wrist. Silver. Black interior. Simple. Later he would notice the engraving on the back reading, With love, my favourite handler, which would bring another violent flutter in his stomach and heart that almost made him want to crumble to the ground.
No one in this world knows of his birthday anymore, not really. His parents gone, no proper friends (especially not that fuckass Toji), no colleagues that shares the same headache as him… just you. Sweet you with your pretty head remembering every detail about him effortlessly, even though you most definitely didn’t have to…
Fuck, he loves you.
It was as easy as that. So easy to admit his feelings like that because it was you. You with your obsession with jewelries and accessories, teasing eyes and pretty lips. You with your gentle laughter that could turn sharply cruel during your jobs yet endearing and beautiful nonetheless. You with your bleeding heart that can quickly turn merciless as you receive a job he introduced you to. You with your adorable pout and glare as you lightly scolded him for smoking inside a room while you discussed some details about a job with you.
He has watched and worked with you for a couple of years now. Plenty of late night dinners that could range from three star restaurants to convenience store foods, celebrating with alcohol as you counted the cash together with giggles and laughter.
This admission was nothing new. An admission he already knew every time either of your lips touched against each other’s skin gingerly and whispered sweet nothings to each other, full of flirtatious lilts and affection.
Huffing out one last time, he ran his fingers along the ridges of his new watch and left the place.
The ache in his shoulders feels lighter, and his chest filled with warmth.
No nicotine could ever replicate the feeling of buzzing dizziness of pleasure and fulfillment pumping through his veins.
Soft!Kuna refuses to go to bed without his good night kiss
Leaving the bathroom, you hummed a quiet tune as you headed to your bedroom to find your boyfriend on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He perked up at the sound of your footsteps, his shoulders instantly relaxing at the sight of you clad in your soft pajamas. Immediately, he placed his phone by the bedside table and shifted a little to create a little more space for you.
“Took you long enough,” he grumbled, but the faint amused smile failed to conceal his affection.
Giggling, you dove for the bed, instantly going inside the soft blankets to curl beside him. you sighed, content, as you lazily wrapped your arms around his broad chest, nuzzling your cheek against his bicep. In return, he cuddled back, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame to gently cradle you.
“Night, kuna,” you murmured, as per ritual, closing your eyes.
There was a pause. Then complete silence.
It made your brows furrow, since he usually gave you a groggy reply. Opening your eyes curiously, you saw his eyes stare back at you, slightly narrowed and lips faintly tugged down into a petulant pouting frown. faint, but definitely there.
“What? What’s wrong?” you asked gently, slightly concerned as you stared up at him with those sweet, pretty eyes.
Sukuna’s brows furrowed a little more, a habit that he had when he was trying to comprehend how you could be so cute, but that was not the point at the moment—because his pout tugged a little deeper to form a deeper frown.
“…”
You raised a brow.
“…” Sukuna huffed, looking away for a moment, ears burning in a cute pink. “…nothing.”
“It’s not nothing though!” you whined, grinning at the sight of his adorable pink ears. “Tell me, tell me!”
Sukuna made a show of frowning a little more before you heard a snippet of what he was saying, incoherent.
“Huh?”
Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you before muttering it out again, “You didn’t …ive me a …night……”
You blinked. “What?”
“You didn’t give me a good night’s kiss!” he grumbled out finally, quickly, loudly giving you an irritated tsk as he looked away to hide his blush.
You stared at him, slightly dumbfounded before laughing warmly. “Aww! Kuna!”
Without wasting a time, you cradled his face to tilt him so that he was looking at you before giving him a soft kiss on his lips, smiling against his plush skin. Sukuna hummed in tender satisfaction as he held onto you a little more tighter, caressing the delicate curve of your hip.
After a moment, you pulled away to smile up at him, slightly teasing. “You know you could always initiate the kiss.”
Sukuna gave you a shrug as though trying to hide his previous humiliating admission. “You always kiss me good night first.”
You giggled, pecking his lips. “You’re so spoiled.”
“Brat,” he grumbled, before he abruptly pulled you closer to him, and laid the both of you down on the bed, burrowing his face into your neck. “Go to sleep already.”
“Good night, Kuna,” you replied back once more with a butterfly-fluttering, warm laugh, kissing his shoulder. “I love you…”
boxer!sukuna who flashes the people cheering a cocky smile, pounding his chest with his gloves like a gorilla, you watch it all from the big screen as you stand just out of view from cameras and the crowd.
boxer!sukuna who only fights the strongest of the strong and has kept up an extremely high win rate over the years. women drooled over him, men admired him, everybody wanted a piece.
too bad. he’s allll yours.
boxer!sukuna who’s favourite part about tonight is that you’ll be there, strutting around the ring. he couldn’t care less about whatever chump he was fighting when he saw you.
boxer!sukuna who knocks his opponent out in just 3 rounds. there isn’t even any new scratches on that pretty face of his.
boxer!sukuna who pulls you back into the ring to celebrate his win despite the rules prohibiting it, he looks so happy you don’t have the heart to protest against it.
boxer!sukuna who picks you up and spins you around, he wants everyone to know that you’re his woman—all the ogling and whistling directed at you drives him to show the crowd who you’ll be coming home with.
boxer!sukuna who sets you down with a little too much force, your boyfriend is heavy handed. (not like you mind) and you stumble backwards into the loser of the match.
he’s only just come to and he’s pissed off—majorly pissed off. “watch where you’re going bitch.” he spits at you.
boxer!sukuna who, with no hesitation throws a right hook at him. “you want a rematch? could’ve just fuckin’ asked instead of coming at her.”
the dumbass had his mouth guard out, so one of his molars went flying out of his mouth, the clip went viral.
boxer!sukuna who’s now in shit, but it doesn’t matter. all he cares about is making sure you’re happy.
and right now, you’re very happy.
boxer!sukuna who’s got you bent over infront of your bathroom mirror, fucking his cum from the previous round into you. “you gonna give me a mini me? gonna make him a winner like his dad?”
“mmmph..yyeaah..” every time your boyfriend gets in the ring you two end up going for hours on end, it doesn’t matter if he wins or loses—either way you’ll end up going dumb on his dick.
boxer!sukuna who’s rough and calloused hands dig into your hips as he watches how with every harsh thrust your tits bounce in circles.
boxer!sukuna who you feel in your stomach, you feel his cum just seep into your uterus while his weight presses your spine into a further arch, “ku—na..can-barely—breathe..”
boxer!sukuna who loves to push you to your limits, he snakes a hand around to hold your throat—not squeezing, but it’s still restricting your breathing even more. “this helping? no?” he laughs, pushing your head up and locking eyes with you through the mirror.
all you see through your teary eyes is him wearing a smirk on his face as he continues to bruise your insides with his fat cock, the black circle he has tattooed around the base decorated with a mix of his cum and your slick.
boxer!sukuna who lets go of your throat to shove 2 fingers into your mouth, having you suck them like his dick before using them to toy with your clit. it’s not like lubricant was needed, but he likes to watch how you take them in your mouth so easily. how you just do it.
boxer!sukuna who loves to call you “his little slut” or “his whore.” anything to call you ‘his.’ to remind you that he’s who you belong to, not the men old enough to be your dad who catcall you from the stands. he understands it’s part of the job, but it grinds his gears either way.
boxer!sukuna who’s dick throbs at how ruined you look—hair messy, mascara running down your cheeks, sweat making your skin glisten. not like the perfect girl all dolled up that everyone else sees. he’s the only one who has you like this.
boxer!sukuna who’s spurting his hot cum into you without even realising it, painting your walls white for the second time as they squeeze and flutter around his creamy dick.
boxer!sukuna who asks, “round 3 in the shower?”
a/n : i usually wouldnt make a banner for something as short as this but @/lalalucky_17 on tt made this gorgeous art that planted this idea in my brain..
Sirens are dangerous and deceptive beings. Especially dangerous to naive sailors, particularly for men. And as it seems, Choso is no different. Because as soon as he hears your lovely call, he's willing to risk death just to feel your warmth. Even for a second.
included in Tales, Myths, Romances
Requested (pray forgive me for such a long wait!)
˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Sailor!Choso x Siren!Reader ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ : set in Ancient Greece : inspired by Greek Mythology : filth with plot : heavy smut : heavy breeding kink : whimpering Choso : siren pussy : mating : reverse knotting (???) : mating press : Choso is miserable as always : oral sex (both ways) : cum overflow : cum eating : belly bulge : happy ending : aphrodisiac puss : 6k words ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ note: If you see me uploading it for the second time – no you don't (I may or may not have accidentally deleted the og post). A warm thank you to my real-life friends who sat with me in a bar and discussed how to describe the siren's pussy. I think it's the most filthy thing I've written so far. Also, a quick note, in Greek Mythology, sirens are half women, half birds, but I decided to keep the classic mermaid look!
dividers by @diviniyae and @solitary-serendipity
art by F_tality0 on X
Poseidon was enraged that night.
Breeze, always so gentle and kind, smacked the pirates' cheeks all night as the massive ship swam through the restless darkness. The mast was almost broken, bending under the powerful wind that gusted madly across the Aegean Sea, with tall waves and salty foam slipping onto the half-wrecked ship.
They weren't going to make it. For the first time in years of sailing, the captain truly believed that they weren't going to make it.
The ship was barely standing, traded goods hidden neatly below the deck, yet waves of foaming salt were constantly filling the vessel with its unmatched weight. It was getting heavier and heavier, slowly dipping into the relentless liquid till everyone gathered up on a deck, with fifty or so pirates praying for mercy.
To Poseidon, as only he could hear their pleas and still the madness of the waters. Never in over five years of their journeys had they encountered a storm like this. Rough, almost barbarous, as if God himself wished to wipe them from the earth.
Another wave spilt over the wooden edge, washing over a dozen or so sailors, wet and desperate, looking out for any haven. With almost a broken mast, they were already in a lost position, and yet through drenched lashes, with hands covering their eyes from the heavy, cold rain, they looked out.
And looked, looked, until a scream had slashed through the air, carrying the hope all these men waited for. "Captain, there's an island!"
Choso quickly looked up, chestnut eyes struggling to see through the thick fog and pouring rain that stung his cheeks with their mischievous giggles. Wet, dark hair clung to his forehead as his eyes finally caught a large shadow, bending and curving in front of his wet gaze.
He should be happy, just like other men, as a sudden hope appeared, yet something in his chest tightened. But Choso, a long-time experienced captain, knew that an island in the middle of the sea meant nothing good.
In fact, he could already sense it, see it. The rocky edges of the small isle. Sharp and shimmering under the pale moonlight, lighted solely by its cold beams and lightnings slashing the enraged sky.
He could see the foam swelling near the ship, with pearly scales appearing here and there, coating the full length of heavy tails.
He could hear the melody, carried by the storm, right towards their ship. Like birds chirping, the glazed sweetness that warmed the shivering hearts of sailors and lulled them into the clutches of deadly creatures.
Choso has never met the sirens, although he had seen them.
The enchanting, nymph-like beings frolic near the seaside, giggling and singing softly as they bathed on the warm rocks. Their skin always shimmered like gold under the warm rays of sunshine, reflecting off the crystal droplets coating their bodies.
The creatures of utmost beauty and lethal nature. Nightmares of every passing ship. One of the few divinities a mortal could actually meet, yet everyone who tried to ogle them from the dense forest, lurking at their gleaming bodies dipping into the sea, would surely end up dead.
But not Choso.
He, somehow, as a simple sailor with only a few foolish things to his name, managed to get close to those mysterious beings. Close enough to smell their skin – the scent of a sweet ocean breeze and sweat, as they soaked in the sun all day. To hear their lovely hums without going absolutely mad, and to cherish them while watching from behind the massive boulders. Big enough to cover his body completely and let him hold dear this special moment.
As myths and legends of forbidden love always go, there was one most enchanting siren, whom the poor sailor couldn't keep his eyes off.
The one, whose tail shimmered the brightest, covered in lovely pinkish scales woven with golden thread. With skin soft as flowery petals, although he never touched it with his own, calloused fingers. With a voice so lovely it lulled him to sleep, whenever he came to the seaside on late, late nights.
When nothing but the gentle waves and low hum of crickets filled the humid air.
He could be more daring. Braver, lurking behind the boulder with his gaze fixed on your body spread out on the sand and the turtles sleeping peacefully near your tail. Cherish the longing melody directed at the moon, as you sang it loudly and clearly, filling Choso's ears with the sweetest ambrosia.
Nights like this were always his favourite. Making his heart swell with a certain pride, as if he were a chosen one. The only one who could hold you dearly in his own, foolish way – never making a step, never saying a word.
But it was enough. He simply didn't need more.
And you… You seemed not to care about him at all.
Even if you sensed his presence, it seemed that this foolish sailor boy was of no danger or harm. As long as he was simply there, lurking from between the trees without sticky hands trying to grab you or your sisters, there was no need to kill him.
And thus, simply because of it, Choso started believing that the heavens had blessed him. Allowed to be the only mortal who could get close to such deadly and mysterious creatures as the daughters of the sea.
But then the storm came as he and his crew crossed the Aegean Sea and aimed for Athens. The journey was long and tricky, yet they finished it time and time again, always without a sweat and with goods delivered on time.
None of them expected the sudden hurricane, which raised the crystal waves to meters high and swelled beneath their ship. But even this would be manageable. At some point, the waters would calm down, and Choso with his crew would find their way to the shore.
Now, however, with the devilish melody slipping warmly into his men's minds, Choso knew that it was over. For the sirens' voice was more treacherous than Poseidon's wrath. A spell of the most unkind sort, luring the foolish man into their warm, open arms, only to sink their teeth deep into the flesh.
With fifty men on the ship, there was no chance for Choso to save everyone. Nevertheless, he needed to try.
"Close your ears," his shout tried to rip itself through the eruption of clashing waves. "The sirens are here, close your ears! Don't listen to them!"
His men started to panic, with low, frightened tremblings filling the drenched deck.
"Sirens? How is it possible?"
"Dear Gods, save us!"
"What Gods? No one will help us! That's it, we're done here!"
The terror grew as the haunting melody sharpened and became more distinct, as if a dozen or so sirens circled the ship. Choso stood on the deck, watching the shimmering tails and wet heads slipping from the tall waves. One more lovely than another, with long, flapping tails and warm eyes fixed on their prey.
With his hands covering ears, he couldn't hear much, and yet the sight of pearly smiles and soft arms stretched towards them was enough to feel the urge to jump right into their loving clutches. To feel the sweetness of their kisses on his cheeks, delicate fingers wrapping around his neck with the utmost fondness, till at last sharp teeth would dig into his body and take it deep under the sea.
As the ship drew nearer to the stony island, he finally realised that the helmsman, immersed in the melody, was completely lost. With both hands on the wooden wheel and a foggy gaze, he had no thoughts, steering the vessel directly toward the sirens' isle.
"No," Choso gasped, running towards the wheel. "No, fuck, wake up!" he screamed and screamed, but nothing could mute the sirens' sweet voices.
The melodic come to me, sweetheart, and, I'll treat you well, darling, or, come closer, fill me with your love. Sometimes it would be only the singing, sweet and treacherous, with a maddening power to possess the men's simple minds.
Choso shoved the helmsman aside and hurried to cover his ears.
He looked around and saw utter chaos. A few men took cover in the wet corners of the ship, clutching their heads and praying fervently. Others jumped off the deck, heading straight for the siren's open arms, foolishly lured by the sweet and tempting promises they had convinced themselves of.
The bodies fell one by one, and soon a wave of screams rose from the pearly foam, as the crystal waters turned crimson. Sirens' strong hands sank the sailors, only to rise to the surface again and wait for another fool.
The helmsman curled under the wheel as Choso took over the steering.
And that was his biggest mistake.
As he took his hands off his ears, all the melodic whispers and giggles suddenly reached him. Loud and clear, one voice sweeter than the other, choking him with an overwhelming power until breathing alone became too difficult. A warmth spread all over his chest, as if the sole sensuality of the voices made his heart beat faster and his skin coat in sweat. The heat hit his cheeks, fever broke, but it wasn't caused by sickness, no.
But by all the devilish oaths, hitting him like an aphrodisiac and pulling towards the ship's edge. He tried to fight the filthy warmth filling his body. The need to jump overboard and nuzzle into the sirens' warm, plush skin.
He gripped the wheel tighter, trying to get the ship away from the stony island. The storm was ravaging the vessel, and yet it seemed that the brutal wind finally started to bend under his pleas. He rolled the wheel, and rolled, and rolled, till the massive, wooden structure slowly turned back towards the open sea.
Men were jumping one after another, and he estimated that half of the crew was already dead. Sirens circled the ship tighter, voices even-pitched, sweeter, making him tremble from the overwhelming heat.
But he was strong, Choso had believed. He could fight them, as no woman was able to make him mad enough to force him to jump overboard. Saving his life was far more crucial than those few, mere seconds of pleasure spent in sirens' arms.
With fingers clutching the wheel and the storm still fierce, he steered the ship away from the island into the endless sea. Pale moonlight struggled to pierce the thick clouds overhead, while ghostly lightning forked across the sky, illuminating his rain-slicked face.
He screamed to his men, telling them to hang in there, to stay calm, hoping that a few of them who still nuzzled into the dark corners of the ship wouldn't go absolutely mad. Sirens sang louder, and Choso thought with nail and tooth to keep his mind clear. But the lustful fever was making him weak, melting his body into a trembling mess, until he needed to grip the wheel tighter to keep from falling.
And then…
Then the catastrophe came.
"Sailor boy," whirled in the air, reaching his ears. His body suddenly froze, eyes widened. "Sailor boy, come here."
The voice was distinct from the others – sweeter, kinder, with a silky undertone that pierced straight to his heart.
"Sailor boy, I know you're there," a melody rumbled through his body once again, forcing Choso to let go of the wheel.
Driven by madness, he slowly moved down the deck, sneakily gliding over the ship's edge. The dark, infinite sea stretched out before him, with pearly waves crashing against each other. Among other lurking sirens, with giggles and claws poised to seize his lustful body – there was you.
Calm and beautiful, with wet hair curling around your cheeks and slightly lidded eyes looking up at him. Water dripped down your shell-covered breasts, and moonlight bounced off the wet skin.
Your gaze carried a kind of grace – patient, almost trusting. And the longer Choso kept looking at you, the more he leaned further forward. Raven hair sticking to his damp neck, lips fallen open, as he tried to fight the heat bubbling in his loins.
"My sailor boy," you chirped, spreading your arms open. Towards the sky, him, with a lovely smile and a little tilt of your head. "Come to me, sailor boy. I know you wish to."
His fingers gripped the wooden side tighter. Till knuckles went white, and breath slipped with a shudder. Wind smacked his cheeks, rain filled the fallen lips as he still, with trembling eyes and body bent in half, looked at your waiting arms.
He wondered how soft your skin would be and what you would taste like if he tried to caress your lips with his. How far underwater would you take him before choking him to death and leaving his body behind, just like you did with all the other men?
Would you devour him right away, or perhaps cherish every piece of his muscular body, which he was ready to offer you on a plate?
Or maybe, just maybe, with gentle fingers, you would first trace his cheeks, gazing deeply into the warm chestnut of his eyes as if meeting a lover’s stare. Run your fingers through his hair and softly press your lips to his, patiently awaiting his response – longing for him to deepen the kiss with the desire of one tempted by forbidden fruit, mindful of the inevitable consequences.
The rest of the crew watched him in fright, yet no one dared to step any closer to the edge. For the captain seemed to fight something none of them could help him with. Something so deeply etched into his chest that he could only grip the deck tighter and lean on the line between life and death.
But then your arms opened even wider, lips curled mischievously, gaze flickered. "My sailor boy, my dearest," the voice suddenly became lower, with the sensual cheekiness swirling in his mind. "Come to me. Let me love you."
Amidst the frightened screams of the crew and the wind whipping his cheeks with sharp, rainy gusts, Choso jumped.
Into the arms of a woman who suddenly turned him into a madman.
𖦹 𖦹 𖦹
He woke up with a sudden realisation that he could still breathe. His body didn't hurt as much as he thought it would after being devoured by a siren, and solely a light pain pulsed on his face.
He raised hand, touching the long, bloody slash marking his nose and cheeks. An ache flickered under his fingers, leaving the crimson, still slightly wet liquid on soft pads.
Moonlight slipped sheepishly through the small opening above, and only then did he realise he had been dragged into the cave. The sand beneath his body was still wet, soaked by the clothes that had weighed him down. He clearly remembered the moment his body touched the cold sea, sinking quickly before a pair of gentle arms pulled him back to the surface.
But the rest of his memory faded, and the bloody mark on his nose was likely caused by a severe blow to his head.
It pulsed a bit, but he was too excited by the thought of still being alive to care about such a minor issue.
He gradually sat up, glancing around the small cave by the seaside. Gentle waves quietly lapped inside, flowing over the golden sand and touching his bare feet. The moonlight glinted brightly in the clear, dark sky, and the warm night air caressed his flushed cheeks. It appeared that, in the end, he wasn't on the rocky siren island, and a breath of relief escaped his lips.
A relief mixed with panic.
Because you weren't here.
He once again looked around, noticing how shallow the cave was. The back wall, covered in slimy seaweed, shimmered under the moonlight, carrying the salty, slightly rotten smell of fish. But nowhere in the cave could he spot the familiar pinkish scales.
"Looking for me, sailor boy?"
His head snapped back towards the entrance.
And there you were – smiling slyly, wet hair cascading down your back, head tilted slightly. You lay on your belly, resting chin on your palm, with long tail swaying back and forth, droplets of crystal-clear water dripping from the soft scales.
A sweet giggle bounced off the stony walls as you looked at Choso's lips fallen open. "Why? Aren't you happy to see me?"
His throat bobbed, fingers gripped the wet sand. "N-No, it's just…"
Too distracted, he struggled to carve into his mind every small detail of your face. His gaze fixated on your lovely eyes, veiled by a gentle fog, where the irises and whites blurred together, almost resembling a spectre. He noticed the gentle curve of your lips and cheeks, which held a slight warmth. Your ears, bent into an eerie shape, slightly pointed and much thinner, added a little uncanny look to your lovely face.
And yet, his breath hitched, and something heavy bubbled beneath the chest. "Why didn't you kill me?"
A sweet hum filled the wet cave, broken only by waves clashing gently against your splayed body. "Would you prefer that, sailor boy?"
"No, i-it's just…" Choso desperately searched for words, but his mind was still as if under the influence of your bewitching spell. "Thank you." That's all he could say, trembling under the heavy gaze of yours.
Lying in front of his seated form, your finger brushed his calf. "It's too early to thank me. You still don't know why I decided to keep you alive."
Heavy muscles bulged under the milky, slightly damp skin, curling around his thick calves and up to beefy thighs. A giggle slipped past your lips as you saw another bulge straining his woollen tunic. With a wetness padding the cloth, trembling slightly whenever your nail marked his skin.
Your fingers travelled up, up, skimming the calves, knees, and thighs, as he slowly spread them open. Chestnut eyes followed your gradually approaching body, crawling closer towards him. Heavy tail dragged on the soft sand as you slowly slipped out of the water.
Leaning on his arm, he gripped the sand harder, ogling carefully the mischievous loveliness twisting your lips.
"Ask me," you whispered, nuzzling into his thigh. Fingers slipped under the woollen cloth, pinching the soft skin. "Ask me why I saved you."
"Why d-did you save me?" he could barely breathe, feeling your digits dangerously too close to his leaking cock.
And then, he felt it. Your thumb pressing onto the wet head, teeth biting gently into the inside of his thigh. A cry rolled out of his lips, little grains of sand dug painfully into his palms.
"I think you're cute," slipped in a giggle, as you licked the bitten skin sweetly. He whimpered lowly, and you noticed crystal droplets swirling in his eyes. "And I need something from you."
But before Choso could ask what, your head slipped under his woollen robes. And then, something in his mind exploded. Sudden pleasure washed over his spine as your lips curled around his cock with a lovely hum, fingers squeezing the pulsing base.
"W-Wait– Ahhh!" his hand landed on your head, but he somehow couldn't bring himself to push you away. Instead, he brushed your hair away, letting himself take a closer, better look at your lovely face.
There was something utterly filthy in the way your pointy ears shivered every time another moan slipped past his lips. How your scales seemed to glow even lighter when his fingers skimmed through your neck, thumb brushing the warm cheek bulging with his feverish head.
You drank the pearly cum swirling on the tip of his cock with a hum before taking him in deeper. Till he could feel the end of your warm throat and muscles tightening around the fat shaft. Delicate fingers played with his balls, and a sudden cry ripped past his lips when you gave them a soft squeeze.
"M-my Goddess–" this time, he tried to push you away, feeling the dangerous heat once again coiling in his loins. "I c-can't, it's too–mhmmm–"
A sudden embarrassment hit his flushed cheeks at the thought of coming that fast. Needing nothing but a single luscious glance of yours and lips locking on his cock. Your head bobbed in frenzied movements, with low hums going straight into his pulsing cock and sending a wave of trembling pleasure down his spine. Nose tickled his pubes, saliva dripping down the veiny shaft, drenched in the honeyed sweetness of your mouth.
Pulling out with a soft pop, your gaze locked with his. "I'm not a Goddess, sailor boy," Choso wished to disagree, but your lips crashed against his. In a quick yet messy kiss, as you bit his lower lip, leaving him with a metallic sweetness and the musky smell of his cock. "But for now, call me whatever you want. As long as you'll give me this," your fingers once again squeezed his tightening balls.
Choso felt dumbfounded, madly besotted, with heart-shaped irises fixed on your face and lips slightly parted. "You want…" he barely pushed, not quite sure whether you were thinking the same thing.
But you nodded gently, giving his cock another squeeze. The flushed head was seconds away from busting, and you could see the milky trace of sticky cum coat the hardened tip.
"Give me a baby," slipped smoothly like a dream, causing Choso to blush deeply. Your hands curled behind his neck, then you pulled him closer, drawing him nearer as you slowly reclined, shifting your positions. "You're such a pretty, pretty boy," your warm thumb brushed his rosy cheek. "Can you do it for me? Do you want to make me pregnant, sailor boy?"
And Choso, with your tail between his thighs and your lovely little head splayed between his hands digging deep into the sand, could do nothing but nod. Slowly, with heat ripping through his body from the inside, and his heart suddenly skipping a few beats.
"Y-yes," he whispered softly, as you pushed behind the ear raven strands of his hair. A gentle sweetness shone in his eyes, melting your heart with its pure and innocent glow. His feelings were so pristine, as he desperately tried to hide this charming bashfulness behind an awkward demeanour. "If you allow me, my Goddess, I do want to–" his throat bobbed, another wave of embarrassment washing over his virgin body. He simply couldn't force himself to admit such a filthy thing!
You giggled, pulling him closer. Till your lips brushed gently and eyes met in a lustful crossing. "Then get to work, my sailor boy. Show me what you got."
Before Choso could ask, flustered, how this was supposed to work, you swiftly lifted your tail, putting the lower half of heavy, pinkish scales on his shoulder. Your hand curled around his, slowly, slowly, guiding it towards the swell of your ass. And then slightly down, through the hard scales covering your whole lower body. Choso tried to remember every little bump, each golden line curling around your tail like a halo, till he finally felt something else.
Something softer, slicker, hidden under a few flakes till you helped him feel the wet entrance of your pussy. His breath hitched, eyes crossed with your mischievous smile, as he sensed the slick coat his palm.
"Can you feel it?" you asked, but something in your voice changed. It became softer, more pleading, with a gentle frown appearing between your eyebrows. "Push them in, mhmm, just like that," guiding him softly, your nails dig into his forearm.
Two thick fingers slipped inside, and he immediately moaned, feeling the maddening tightness of your cunt. Gummy walls – not quite soft, but rather with slight bumps and swells – clamped down on his digits till thrusting them further was nearly impossible.
Choso had never been with a woman before and thus had no basis for comparison. Still, your warmth felt uniquely different from that of humans – slick, slimy, with bulges pressing into his fingers and holding them firmly. His two fingers were trapped in the soft, drenched embrace of your heated cunt, making his mind spin at the sheer thought of feeling you around his cock.
"My Goddess, you're s-so wet," he cried, curling another arm around your tail. His cheek nuzzled into the pink-scaled tail, and the silky fluke fluttered on his shoulder. "So tight, can you r-relax a little?"
When he tried to bend the finger, a sudden jolt of electricity dripped down your spine, and nails dug deeper into his muscular forearm. "I am relaxed, sailor boy. It–ngh–it can't get looser."
Choso was almost losing his mind. The warmth of your cunt burned through his fingers, soft bumps brushed his fingers as he pumped them in slow thrusts. With pads bumping into every swell of your gummy walls and honeyed slick dripping down the drenched sand. It stretched between his fingers, coating them in a weird, slimy softness, and, driven by sheer curiosity, he pulled them out.
Seeing the thought coiling in his mind, your eyes suddenly bulged. "No, wait, you can't–!"
But it was too late.
Two, drenched digits were pushed into his mouth, as he sucked on them with a low hum. His tongue licking them clean, a delicious groan escaped his tightened throat, as the syrupy sweetness exploded on his tongue. His mind started to spin, eyes rolled back, stomach squeezed in an almost painful pleasure and cock, if not hard enough, became almost stony. With head pulsing in feverish need as he brushed the fat shaft against the slick entrance of your cunt.
But something felt wrong… The heat that hit him was too strong, ripping him from the inside with a hungry flame that seemed to grow more resilient.
He looked down, seeing the pearly cum already bursting all over your soft, pulsing cunt, coating the lovely scales with waves and waves of thick semen. And yet, his cock was still rock-hard, throbbing with a raw need to breed your swelling cunt. With small folds puckered out, and a bumpy clit pulsing under the sticky droplets of his semen.
"W-What is g-going–"
"It's like an aphrodisiac," you cried, feeling his warm cum coating your needy pussy. "The slick, it's, mhmmm, you shouldn't eat it."
As the round head of his cock brushed your soaked hole, its muscles tried to draw it in. Your walls tightened around the throbbing tip, causing another surge of pleasure to ripple through Choso's spine and making him climax again with a sticky release.
"I can't, fuck, I-I can't stop cumming," a crying whimper rolled past his lips, as he nuzzled into your tale like a baby. "My Goddess, you tasted s-so, nghh, so delicious, fuck, so sweet. I don't regret drinking it, Idon'tIdon't–ah!"
Oh, what a lovely, whimpering mess he was. Although his massive cock ripped you raw, prising through the swells and bumps with a brutal intrusion, you still managed to giggle cheekily.
A massive arm firmly held your tail in place, while another hand moved down to your pussy. Fingers, a bit clumsy, found your sensitive clit, gently pressing and rolling the soft, pulsing button.
With eyes slightly half-closed and a mind clouded by pleasure, you stared at his face – completely miserable, crying, yet strikingly beautiful, with raven hair clinging to his open lips and a deep furrow across the milky skin of his forehead. His chestnut eyes remained fixed on yours, refusing to break eye contact, even as his hips moved desperately to meet yours. Messy words spilt from his loosened tongue as he kissed, licked, and bit the scales of your tail, making your thoughts whirl even faster.
"Don't, I'm–ahh–sensitive here!"
Deep eyes locked onto you, shimmering with a hint of mischief. "Oh, yeah? Where else are you sensitive, my Goddess?" he murmured, licking your tail again. "Tell me, I want to know every one of your sweet spots."
His thumb rubbed your clit, desperately trying to make your cunt loosen up just slightly. But it seemed that the swells and bumps coating your walls were already relaxed, forcing him to slide through the slick with a beastly thrust. Your cunt squished his cock till you felt every vein, every dripping pearl of his cum with a maddening accuracy.
Your arms spread open, waiting for him to bend over and bury his face in the plushness of your breasts. His fingers ripped the two shells covering your tits with a single tug, finally letting the swelled softness slip into his warm palm.
He leaned forward, folding your tail in half until the thin fluke brushed the sand over your head. "So soft," he whispered, squeezing your breasts with one hand. "My Goddess, you're so soft, e-everywhere," but before a moan could escape your lips, he captured them with his own, drinking in the sweet melody with a low groan. "Where is it? Where is your sweet spot?"
As no matter how hard he forcefully thrusted, how deep his cock slipped into your feverish cunt, it seemed that he still couldn't find this little button that would make you melt under his touch.
He pounded you like a madman, tearing through your clamping walls and sucking gently on your lips, as he felt each and every bump of your cunt. The filthy squelching sound bounced off the cave's wall, as the slimy cum dripped down the curve of your ass.
He mumbled, cried, whimpered miserably where is it where is it where is it, as his cock rummaged through your weeping pussy at a maddening pace, forcing your body to dig deeper into the soft sand. Your breast bounced with every thrust, eyes rolled back whenever he busted inside, filling your womb with heavy waves of cum.
As, dear heavens, he was cumming all the time – from the moment his cock slipped past your swollen folds, till the milky teeth sucked on your neck. The heat caused by your slick was constantly making him cum, till your lower belly bulged from the thickness of milky seed he stuffed you with. It flowed inside your belly, attracting his hazy attention.
His large palm pressed the lower, plump pouch of your belly, feeling the warm liquid spilling inside your puffy womb.
"It's, mhmmm, it's everywhere," you moaned into his lips, pulling him closer. Fingers digging into his hair, eyes glossy whenever the soft skin of his cock pushed your swollen bumps. "The things, ahhh, inside it's–" another cry filled his fallen lips, as the feverish head kissed your overflowing womb. "It's e-everywhere. The bumps–"
"Are your sweet spot?" Choso asked, feeling another wave of heat coiling in his loins. "You wish to tell me that all of them…"
"Yes, fuck, yesyesyes," your eyes crossed in pleasure, when his thumb pinched your clit. Rolling the little button between soft fingers, massaging it in small circles, only to tweak it with a little pain. "So good, mhmm feels s-so good."
And upon hearing it, something in Choso's mind snapped.
Again, again, again, and again, as he pumped his cock with sloppy thrusts. His warm cum filled your womb to the brim, coating his full length with sticky creaminess and spilling through your entrance. He plunged with brutal force, ripping through the swollen bumps that tried to lock him in place.
He pulled back from your neck, taking in the loveliness of your face, utterly lost in pleasure. Kissing warm cheeks, licking the chin, biting down on pointy ears till another moan ripped through your chest and cunt clamped on him tighter.
Tighter and tighter, until Choso somehow felt himself sealed. Your walls softened and expanded, embracing his pulsing shaft with an arousing, warm sensation.
"What's going on?" he brushed away the lost strands of hair stuck to your cheeks. "My Goddess, what–"
"We're, mhmm, mating," your head lulled to the side, and breathing suddenly became harder. He, on the other hand, froze. "You need to s-stay inside till I won't get p-pregnant."
But it was hard to imagine you weren't already with a child, with a lower belly bloated from the sheer amount of cum he filled you with. And when your cunt sealed him with a deathly grip, you finally came. Pulsing around his cock, drenching his hips with the slick sweetness, and bending your back in a delicious arc.
And Choso whimpered, feeling your warm cunt clamp down on him with short pulses, and pressing with his heavy hand on the bloated pouch filled with his semen. Till you cried right into his lips and allowed him to lick the sweat rushing down your temple. So beautiful, beautiful, my beautiful Goddess, bounced off your lips as he mumbled messily like a starving man. Rolling his hips with gentle thrusts, sending waves of pleasure down your spine.
You stayed locked for the next few minutes, and the moment Choso pulled out, his cum burst from your clamping walls. But he, oh, he didn't let it go to waste, quickly slipping beneath your tail and pushing the salty strings back with his tongue.
Drinking, slurping, sucking on your slick mixed with his, till the aphrodisiac once again hit his head. You tried to push him away, overwhelmed from the orgasm that ripped through you a mere seconds ago, but he was completely, utterly lost.
Sucking on your plump clit and stuffing you full with three fingers, only to keep the warm semen deep inside your womb.
He fucked you, caressed you and kissed every part of your body till the soft licks of sun started slipping shyly into the cave. Till your pinkish tail was coated in his cum and belly heavy, overflowing with the creamy warmth.
Sometimes he pounded your back on the sand; at other times, when your scales felt drier than usual, he put you back in the water, filling your tight cunt with calm waves slipping beneath your bodies.
He made promises, large and lovely, while biting and sucking sweetly on your nipples and coating the swell of your breasts with the wettest kisses. He fucked you madly and made love, as if cherishing the moment of intimacy meant only for the lovers.
And you, who initially intended to use him only for this purpose, began to breathe in every soft whisper. To nuzzle into his large, warm hands, kiss the skin on his neck, and look up at his handsome face with a gentle, tender gaze.
Thus, when morning arrived, and you both lay on the warm sand, turning toward each other, a quiet, shy voice said gently, "Allow me to go with you."
Your heart swelled, breath hitched in a tightened chest, seeing the pristine desperation beaming from his eyes. He sighed, feeling your fingers swirl the long, raven hair. "Do you know what you're asking for?"
He nodded, brushing the sweetness of your cheeks.
"You'll never be able to live above the water."
"I know," he added, eyes still kind and utterly hopeless. "I don't mind. As long as I can live with you."
And with a new, such strange feeling blooming in your heart, a soft okay, slipped past your lips.
There was a way to make him breathe underwater. Something sirens kept secret, never letting mortals know about such a deadly weapon.
"Drink my tears, then," you said, rolling him back onto your body. Till he hovered over you, with long, dark strands tickling your cheeks. "Make me cry, my sailor boy, and drink them."
Choso stared at your lovely face, taking in its divine beauty. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered innocently, and you giggled.
Your hands curled behind his neck, drawing him into a soft, dear kiss. "You fool, there's no need to hurt me." A mischievous smile lifted your lips as you once again raised your tail and rested it on his shoulder. "I can think of a few different ways."
And Choso, as a madman, could only follow every wish of his beloved, siren Goddess.
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Hear ye, hear ye, good folk of this fair township! The closing of the month doth now approach, and the esteemed Goddess shall thus unveil the fruits of her contemplation and scribing, garnered over the course of the past thirty moons. Prepare yourselves, I pray, for a scroll filled with tales most blessed and joyous that this entire region hitherto has had the fortune to witness!
liah's most beloved ones
── 𖤐 everything the goddess has written
001. A giver of life 𖤐 Prometheus!Higuruma x Hecate!Reader]
002 Three chapters for Loving you was really hard 𖤐 Yandere!Satosugu x Reader 𖤐 series
003. Last chapter for Dear diary, what a mess! 𖤐 Nanami x Reader 𖤐 inspired by Bridget Jones
004. She's my collar 𖤐 Hades!Sukuna x Persephone!Reader
005. My rifle, pony and her 𖤐 Outlaw!Femjo x Prositute!Reader
006. Wizard!Suguru x Witch!Reader
007. When the sea calls 𖤐 Sailor!Choso x Siren!Reader
── 𖤐 chosen by the crows [may favourites]
001. Where the winds find you by @indom-itus 𖤐 Wind Deity!Satoru x Warrior Princess!Reader 𖤐 This one's based on a Filipino tale, and let me tell you – it was amazing! Nico wrote it for my 3k event, and I read it with a swelling heart and kicking feet. I love, love, love reading about other cultures and folklore, so it really deserves all the love!
002. Lovers between seasons by @nyxiedreams 𖤐 Bunny Hybrid!Gojo x Bear Hybrid!Reader 𖤐 Finally, a story where the reader is anything but a bunny or a deer. Loved the plot, the slowly unravelling relationship, and the whole dynamic shift, in which the reader is presented as the stronger partner in a relationship.
003. Hit my phone by @hotties4gojo 𖤐 Gf!Yuki x Reader 𖤐 I need to get sedated while reading all of Aisha's wlw fics because, honestly, what the hell! Their writing is always so dreamy, so scrumptious, and truly amazing!
004. Geto knows best! by @indiewritesxoxo 𖤐 Yandere!Geto x Rapunzel!Reader 𖤐 Indie cannot go wrong with her yandere stories, and this one, good heavens, made me foam at the mouth. The concept is so fun, and I love Rapunzel, so... yep. Geto can just lock me in a tower.
005. Under the moonlight by @6x-x9 𖤐 Gojo x La Diablesse!Reader 𖤐 Anna deserves hundreds of thousands of followers because her writing is incredibly good! This story was posted for my 3k event, and oh my god, it’s so interesting! She writes so vividly and beautifully that I can't find the words to describe it differently.
006. Choose a struggle by @sozila 𖤐 Boyfriend!Sukuna x F!Reader 𖤐 I loved the road trip concept and Sukuna being just a menace. Also, hate fucking in a truck? Mwah, amazing. Such a fun story, and I remember reading it with giggles, hihi.
007. Girls eat it best by @moviecritc 𖤐 AOT women eating you out 𖤐 Listen, I was never a die-hard fan of AOT, but I will read anything wlw written by Nora. It's THAT serious.
008. Plumber Pair Gets Their Pipes Drained by @macbethinchains 𖤐 Plumber!Sukuna x F!Reader x Plumber!Gojo 𖤐 We all know where it's going... and I loved every second of this filth. Recommend reading in the evenings...
009. Daughter of the Faith, Son of the Night by @milkysea-02 𖤐 Vampire-Cowboy!Sukuna x Preacher's Daugher Reader 𖤐 Okay, I need all of you to follow Sneaky's account, because HEAR ME OUT! It's literally a treasure trove. The stories are so creative (I absolutely loved the Silent Hill one) and such a breath of fresh air compared with the generic tropes we usually see. Don't get me wrong, I love everything writers create, but Sneaky has a splendid mind and an even better style, so I need to spread the gospel and invite all of you to their profile.
010. Gojo fucks his crush (who has a crush on his best friend) by @bearlovestea 𖤐 Gojo x Reader 𖤐 Do I have to say more? The reader has a crush on Geto, but he's a jerk, so she fucks with his best friend, who's obsessed with her. A delicious classic, I loved and enjoyed every second of this fic!
011. Backseat serenade by @jazzthatonewriterchick 𖤐 Country Star!Gojo x Ex-GF MILF!Reader 𖤐 Jazz has me in a chokehold with her fic, and I'm so obsessed with the way she writes. So detailed, flowy, I literally eat them up! Everyone, go and check out the masterlist dedicated to Southern!JJK Men x Southern Belle!Reader. I need to read the Choso one, omg...
012. Drink, dance and be damend by @honeyoftheisle 𖤐 Toji x Reader 𖤐 Again, one of those writers with an incredibly creative mind who always uploads amazing fics! Before, Daphne was posting under a different username, and she moved her works to this account. And this series? Oh god! It's still only one chapter, but the mix of post-war New York and the tragic love story of a woman and ex-soldier... YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
013. A thousand ships by @sukunahs 𖤐 Paris!Gojo x Helen of Troy!Reader 𖤐 Okay, this one wasn't written in May, but I don't care because I'm obligated to spread mythology-fics propaganda and share all of them with you. I discovered Iris's account recently and am binge-reading all of her mythology-based stories. Go check them out, because she's doing such a wonderful job! This one was so heartbreaking, I literally don't wanna talk about it...
014. Not so tough now, are you? by @yoonsucks 𖤐 TrueForm!Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader 𖤐 Yoonie writes, and I eat, it's simple. I love whimpering Sukuna, it almost makes me believe that God is real. Her stories are always so fun and engaging, and make me laugh so hard sometimes (this one fic with Toji, you'll always be missed).
015. Roommates with benefits by @6x-x9 𖤐 Choso x F!Reader 𖤐 Good job, Ana, you deserve to be twice on this list, because I get off to your fics.
016. From chimney to pillows by @satorusdreamer 𖤐 Santa Claus!Gojo x Tooth Fairy!Reader 𖤐 Do you truly need more convincing? Santa Gojo and Fairy Reader – absolutely amazing and such a random mix-up! The story was super cute, and I ate it at 8 a.m., right after waking up, lmao. Quite a heartwarming start to the day indeed, and now I need 10 chapters with pure fluff!
This month was surprisingly Greek themed, I'm so done. We're going back to Ancient Egypt with a short stop in space and maybe, finally, we'll see Hades!Choso (it's been sitting in my drafts so long...)
There is a very specific, highly entertaining phenomenon that occurs whenever you take your husband out in public. You like to call it the “Terror and Thirst” effect.
Today, at the crowded public beach, it is in full swing.
You are currently lounging under the massive shade of a navy blue beach umbrella, a trashy romance novel resting on your lap, watching the spectacle unfold at the shoreline.
Ryomen Sukuna is, objectively, a masterpiece of a man. Standing at a towering 6’4”, he is built like a heavyweight champion—broad shoulders, a thick chest, and a torso carved out of solid granite. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung, black board shorts that sit dangerously low on his hips, putting the intricate, sprawling black tattoos that cover his chest, arms, and stomach on full, glorious display.
He is hot as fuck. It’s a fact that is currently not lost on the group of college girls sitting on a blanket about twenty yards away. They haven’t stopped staring, whispering behind their hands, and aggressively adjusting their bikini tops for the last half hour.
But here is the catch: Sukuna is also terrifying.
He has this natural, resting aura of absolute disdain for anyone who isn’t you or your son. He’s a snob, plain and simple. He doesn’t smile at strangers, he doesn’t make polite small talk, and if someone stares at him for too long, he gives them a dead-eyed, chilling glare that practically drops the surrounding temperature by ten degrees.
Case in point: one of the girls giggles a little too loudly, pointing in his direction. Sukuna, who is currently standing ankle-deep in the surf, slowly turns his head. He doesn’t say a word. He just narrows his crimson eyes, his face completely blank, and stares her down.
The girl visibly pales, her hand dropping instantly. She quickly turns around, suddenly very interested in the contents of her cooler.
Sukuna lets out a quiet, dismissive scoff, turning his attention back to the water.
“You’re going to give those poor girls a complex, babe,” you call out, unable to hide your amusement.
Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, and the transformation is instantaneous. The cold, intimidating mask melts away, replaced by an expression so incredibly soft and devoted it makes your chest ache. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a small, fond smile.
“Not my problem that they are annoying,” he says, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the crashing waves. “Besides, I only want one woman looking at me.”
You roll your eyes, though your cheeks heat up. “Smooth, Ryomen. Very smooth.”
“Dada! Splash!”
A tiny, high-pitched voice interrupts the moment. Yuji, currently sporting a pair of tiny black swim trunks that perfectly match his dad’s, is waddling furiously through the shallow water. He’s got a pair of bright orange floaties strapped to his chubby arms, his pink hair plastered to his forehead from the ocean spray.
Sukuna’s attention snaps to his son. He doesn’t say anything, just calmly wades deeper into the water, his massive hands reaching down to scoop the toddler up under the armpits.
“You want to splash, little man?” Sukuna asks quietly, his tone a low, soothing rumble.
“Yeah! Big splash!” Yuji cheers, kicking his little legs.
You watch, completely mesmerized, as your terrifying, snobbish husband hoists your two-year-old high into the air. Sukuna tosses him up—just high enough to make Yuji squeal with delight—and catches him effortlessly, dipping him down so his little toes drag through the water.
It’s a beautiful, chaotic contrast. The giant, tattooed wall of muscle, gently playing in the waves with a giggling, chubby-cheeked toddler.
They play in the water for another twenty minutes. Sukuna is quiet, mostly just listening to Yuji babble about the “big fishes” and the “salty water,” occasionally offering a calm nod or a soft chuckle. He is completely in his element, entirely unbothered by the rest of the world.
Eventually, Sukuna wades out of the water, carrying Yuji on his hip. Water is dripping from Sukuna’s pink hair, running down the hard planes of his chest and tracing the lines of his tattoos. It is a sight that should be illegal.
He walks over to the umbrella, grabbing a towel with his free hand and tossing it over his shoulder. He sets Yuji down on the sand.
“Go to mama, buddy. Let her dry you off,” Sukuna murmurs, running a hand through his wet hair.
But Yuji has other plans.
He shakes himself off like a wet puppy, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. He takes two steps toward you, stops, and then his head snaps to the left.
You follow his gaze. A new group of girls—three of them, looking like they just stepped out of a swimsuit catalog—have set up their chairs near the shoreline.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, dropping your book. “Not again.”
Yuji’s eyes go wide. He completely ignores you, turning on his heel and marching straight toward the girls. His little chest is puffed out, his arms swinging with an unearned amount of swagger for a kid who still wears pull-ups at night.
“Sukuna,” you warn, pointing at your son. “Stop him.”
Sukuna doesn’t move. He just stands there, drying his chest with the towel, watching Yuji with a quiet, amused smirk. “Why? He’s on a mission.”
“He is two! He is literally a baby!” you hiss, standing up. “Why does he act like a frat boy on spring break?”
“Son't ask me,” Sukuna replies, clearly avoiding your eyes, he took a sip from the bottle of water. He doesn't say it, but you can hear the lingering amusement in his voicd. “Let the boy have fun, babe.”
You groan, watching helplessly as Yuji reaches the girls.
He stops right in front of their beach chairs. He puts his chubby little hands on his hips, tilts his head, and unleashes the weapon: your bright, disarming smile.
“Hi!” Yuji chirps loudly. “I Yuji!”
The girls immediately stop talking. They look down at the tiny, pink-haired toddler, and the collective swoon is almost audible.
“Oh my god, hi!” one of them coos, leaning forward. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing ever?”
“Pweety,” Yuji says, pointing a tiny finger at the girl’s sparkly bikini top. He then flexes his little arm, showing off a completely non-existent bicep. “Look! Strong like dada!”
“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, burying your face in your hands. Sukuna lets out a low, quiet chuckle next to you.
“You are a terrible influence,” you glare at him.
“Babe, I didn’t do anything,” Sukuna says, his voice completely deadpan, though his eyes are dancing with mirth. “I’m just standing here.”
Down by the water, the girls are eating it up. They are giggling, offering Yuji a plastic beach toy, which he graciously accepts. But then, one of the girls looks up. Her eyes scan the beach, looking for the parents, and she spots Sukuna.
You can practically see the cartoon hearts pop out of her eyes.
She stands up, brushing sand off her legs, and walks over to Yuji, taking his little hand. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go find your dad.”
She leads Yuji back toward your umbrella, her eyes locked entirely on Sukuna. She has that look—the look of a woman who thinks she’s about to shoot her shot with a single dad.
“Excuse me,” the girl says, her voice dropping into a sultry purr as she approaches. She completely ignores you, standing right in front of Sukuna. “Is this little guy yours? He wandered over to us.”
Sukuna stops drying his hair. His smilr vanishes, instantly replaced by that cold snobbery. He looks down at the girl, his expression completely blank, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
He doesn’t say a word to her.
Instead, he steps forward, completely invading her personal space with his massive frame, forcing her to take a nervous step back. He reaches down and scoops Yuji up into his arms.
“Dada! Pweety girl!” Yuji babbles, pointing at the woman.
Sukuna looks at the girl for one more second. It’s a look that clearly says, You are entirely beneath my notice.
“Thanks,” Sukuna says. His voice is quiet, but it carries a heavy, chilling finality that makes the girl flinch. “Come here buddy lets go to mama”
He turns his back on her without another word, walking the two steps over to you. The girl stands there for a second, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment, before she quickly turns and scurries back to her friends.
You are trying very hard not to laugh. “You didn’t have to be so mean to her.”
“I wasn’t,” Sukuna scoffs, setting Yuji down on your beach chair. “I just didn’t care to speak to her.”
“She was totally hitting on you.”
Sukuna finally looks at you, and the ice in his eyes melts completely. He steps into your space, his large hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs gently stroke your cheekbones.
“Whatever,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate register. “I'm married”
Your breath hitches, your heart doing a familiar, stupid little flip in your chest. Even after all these years, he still knows exactly how to render you speechless.
“You’re such a sap,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.
“Only for my wife,” he replies, leaning down to press a slow, deep kiss to your lips. It’s a possessive kiss, one that clearly communicates to anyone watching exactly who he belongs to.
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Mama!”
You both look down. Yuji is standing on the beach chair, holding up a slightly crushed, sandy seashell. He shoves it toward you, his big golden eyes shining.
You melt. You absolutely melt. You take the sandy shell, pulling Yuji into a tight hug and kissing his salty, sun-warmed cheek. “Thank you, baby. It’s beautiful.”
Sukuna watches the two of you, his hands resting casually on his hips. “See?” Sukuna says quietly, reaching out to ruffle Yuji’s pink hair. “The kid might have my charm, but he knows the truth.”
At the end of the day, despite the playboy genes and the endless chaos, they were yours. And you were theirs.
And mom was, undeniably, still the best.
an: we're close to 1k what the hekk!!! what one shots do you wanna see next? i can't write smut for the life of me, english is saurrrr hard!! divider by: @pxrce-lain | the art and gif i got from pinterest! feel free to comment who is the orig art creator pls 🙏
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synopsis: Sukuna, as Enma Daiō—the king of hell and the judge of the deceased—who judges a cute ghost.
wc: 2.8k
warnings: smut 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, use of pet names (doll, baby, sweetheart), reader is dead (mention of car accident), Sukuna's lovesick
a/n: inspired by Hozuki's Coolheadedness yayyy
“Next,” Sukuna lazily shouted, boredly watching the old excuse of a motherfucker being taken off for the rest of the judging process. The king of hell snickered to himself as he remembered the guy’s face pale when he sentenced the douchebag to be burned for eternity.
The majority of the dead that came over to his palace to be judged by him were elderly people, so imagine his surprise when the demon staffs brought in a cute girl, with pretty doe eyes and pouty lips, who even made the ugly white robe the dead have to wear look like a tantalisingly pretty night gown.
Sukuna’s pupils dilated black, his head swimming with dizziness as he stared at you, practically drooling as you cowered beneath his intense, crimson eyes. The sweat on his temple slowly glided down his sharp jaw, the weirdly humid yet also dry, hot environment of hell definitely the only reason why his body was feeling too hot in the skin.
“Um… hello?” your soft, delicate and pretty voice rang out across the hall timidly, not knowing whether the silence and his staring was a good thing.
Fuck, you sound so sweet, and looked so fucking adorable.
Blinking slowly, he straightened up slightly and gave you a lazy, cocky, and self-assured smirk. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”
The smirk widened at the sight of your pretty blush, your flighty eyes lowered to the stone floor as you murmured gently, “I had a car accident…”
Sukuna hummed, brows furrowed in sympathy.
“Bad luck, huh?” he said, his voice a deep rumbling in his chest, fond and affectionate as he watched you squirm.
“Yeah… that sounds about right,” you agreed with a soft cute sigh, eyes heartwrenchingly dejected.
“My lord, shall we move on to her judge?” Uraume cleared their throat and looked down at the scroll of all of your records.
This time, Sukuna fully straightened up with a nod, receiving the scroll with one of his four, meaty hands, noticing your eyes on them with a silent smirk.
Uraume started to list off very minor crimes you have done in your life, which all made Sukuna chuckle amusedly as he caught onto your embarrassed blush on your face. In the end, he judged you to go to heaven, chest warming as he saw your face relax and you sighed softly.
“Thank you,” you said sweetly, bowing to him. So polite.
“Mm, of course,” Sukuna grinned. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”
You were taken away by some of the guards, and his smirk widened, pupils dilating as he saw you glance back at him, smiling shyly. Once you were gone and the next dead person was just about to enter, Sukuna straightened up.
“Uraume,” he said, voice booming as a grin curled on his lips. “Can you—”
“I fail to understand how that’s appropriate, my lord,” they replied with a sigh, rubbing their temple in their usual stress.
Sukuna raised a brow at them before scoffing. “Don’t argue with me. Get that girl out of the judging process.”
“Oh lord.”
༊·˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
You’re sprawled across the enormous, mahogany table, your white robe stripped away to reveal your skin, glistening with the humidity.
Sukuna softly cursed at how soft and small you looked underneath him, so delectable as he dove to the crook of your neck to lap at the small bead of sweat collected at your collarbone. His deep hum vibrated against your body, and a smile spread across his lips against your skin once he felt you shiver.
“Come on, doll. Let me make you feel good.”
Your doe eyes stared up at him as you nodded coyly from under your lashes, breathlessly replying, begging, “Yes please.”
“Good girl,” he cooed. Laying his large palm flat underneath your thigh, he lifted your leg to press them by your sides. Without any hesitation, he dove in between your legs, down to your pussy, his adam’s apple bopping as he slurped, swallowed and gulped down on your sweet juices.
“Hahh, ngh—”
“Fuck, ‘m so thirty. You taste so good doll,” he groaned, pushing his nose against your clit, lapping at your juices desperately with insistent licks like a mutt. He let out a pathetic moan as your hands flew to his head, gripping at the pink strands of his hair to move it up and down, up and down to ride him better. “Hahh—”
His hot breath panted against your glistening folds, giving attention to your clit by slurping it, suckling at the adorable nub and flicking his tongue against it. Your moans got louder, sweeter, making his head incredibly dizzy and he couldn’t resist from pushing his thick knuckled finger into your puckering hole.
“Aghh, Sukuna—!” you gasped, eyes bulging out as you tried to squirm your thighs away, trying to wrap them around his head, only to feel his calloused hands insistently pushing harder against your chest, folding you easily.
“Yes, doll?” he snickered, pulling himself away from your pussy monetarily to look down at you, his chin slobbered with your slick—even the roots of his hair were damp, sticking to his forehead and temple. He mercilessly pumped his single finger inside your pussy, stretching your tight hole that tried to clamp down on him adorably.
“Please…” you begged, babbling his name darlingly as your thighs started to quake from how he started to flick and massage his finger tip against your wall.
“Please what?” he taunted. He pressed himself against you, his thickkkkk belly tongue lolling out to lap at your clit and your pussy around his finger to slobber with his spit. “Love your manners, sweetheart, but you gotta tell me what you want properly.”
“I—” You let out a surprised scream as he inserted a second finger inside your cute hole, pumping faster-faster-faster to slap his knuckles rudely against your swelling folds.
“Can’t, heh, hear you from all of the sound your pussy’s making,” he grinned. “So wet, sucking me in, so fucking greedy. Can you hear her begging my fingers to stay?”
Splat, splat, splat—
“At this point, I should just throw you to hell since your pussy’s so greedy and wants the king of hell to keep fucking her,” he laughed crudely, pussydrunk just from eating you out and fingering you, the sensation of your walls around his skin enough to have him reeling. “Or maybe to Samghata Hell, since you’re such a filthy slut…”
He added a third finger, swirling his thick digits inside your pussy.
“Gonna cum, cum-cumming!!”
“Mm, go ahead, doll,” he purred, cackling as he slammed his fingers roughly. Stars burst out behind your eyes as the tight coil of your belly finally being released, and you convulsed around his fingers, coming hard. Sukuna fucked you through it, helping you chase your climax, watching you with heart eyes as he saw your face contort in pleasure.
One of his other hands found your clit again to rub them generously, making you whine pathetically from the overstimulation. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy, he brought them to his pink lips to roughly suck on your juices collected at the crevices of his skin. His eyes rolled back, a deep hum rumbling from inside his chest as he tasted you. Noticing your hazy eyes staring up at him, he smirked and made a show of lapping at his fingertips—filthy.
Pushing his spit covered fingers into your small mouth, his pupils dilated black as he watched you suckle on them, hollowing out your cheeks.
“Actually, nevermind,” he murmured, rudely taking his hand away from your mouth to roughly kiss your lips instead. A soft, delighted sigh whisked out of you as you kissed him back, suckling on his tongue, making his lips tugged into a satisfied smirk.
Tugging your lower lip with his teeth, Sukuna’s four, heavily lidded eyes watched your glassy look on your face, feeling your breathless pants against his lips as his thick belly tongue started to pump in and out, in and out inside your pussy. “T-Too much, ‘kuna, hahh…”
“Yeah? Well, I changed my mind,” he murmured fondly. “Should just hire you to sit prettily on the Mountain of Needles. Have those dead losers try to have their hands on you, have them hurt themselves as they desperately try to climb up those needles… Then”—At the same, Sukuna pushed his fingers back inside your hole, this time adding another fourth finger to fist out your tight little pussy, the schlick-schlick sound of your wet pussy echoing across the hall—“I’ll fuck you on top of the mountain, have those motherfuckers watch you take my cock like a good girl, stretching your pussy out for my fat cock like the slut you are. You like that?”
“Yes yes yes!” you whined, tossing your head back, clenching your walls around his fingers tantalisingly.
Fuuuck.
“So cute, doll. So sweet for me,” he purred, leaning in to kiss your jaw. His nose nuzzled against your neck, and the scent of your sweat and aroma hit his nostrils like a damn truck. His cock twitched and convulsed, feeling too tight in his pants.
“Fuck me baby,” he groaned, toppling his weight on top of you. His lips peppered the shell of your ear with soft kisses. “You ready for me to fuck you properly?”
“Mmm, fuck—! Yes please, please…” Your blabbers went on, slurred at the end of your vowels. “Want you so bad, please!!!”
“So fucking well-mannered. Such a cute little pup,” he cooed, licking your cheek with a slowwww glide of his tongue against your adorable fat. Sukuna giggles when he hears you laugh softly at the dog lick.
Slowly, he allowed himself to lift his weight off of you, heading down to kiss your neck, collarbone, then your tits, suckling your nipple while his other hand grips your other tit. Finally, he took his lips off of your skin and stood up to his full height.
You watched him through your hooded eyes in anticipation, the tip of your mouth collecting drool as he hooked his thumbs on his waistband, all the while two of his lower arms held your thighs open. As Sukuna tugged his pants down, your eyes widened as a pair of fat cocks sprung out and you reflexively tried to clamp your thighs shut, only to be met with his strong hands forcing your legs to open up more.
He smirked down at you cockily as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “What’s the matter, doll? Thought you’ll let me take care of you.”
“B-But… you have two?” you pouted, tears forming in your eyes, especially when Sukuna gave you a lazy shrug. “It won’t fit…”
“Shhh, it will,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss just below your eye to wipe the tear away before grinning down at you. “Don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about it.”
Sukuna bit his lower lip as he tapped-tapped-tapped his cock against your clit, swivering the tip against your nub, mesmerised by how his precum and your juices mixed together, seeing how your pussy drooled and trailed down to the sleek surface of the table. Two of his hands stroked his thick shaft, and he snickered as he saw you eye the veins on his arms.
Swiping his thumb on his slit, Sukuna shoved the finger into your drooling mouth, chuckling as you smiled around him to suck his pre.
“Heh, gotta have you suck my dick off under this desk,” he groaned. “Make the judging hours good for me…”
You hummed around his thumb, nodding eagerly.
“Next time,” he chuckled. Holding his lower dick, he teasingly glided it up and down your pussy lips, from down to your hole to up to your cute clit. Sukuna gripped your thighs tightly, bracing himself before he slowly sunk into your tight hole. “…Fuck.”
His tip smooched your opening before squeezing into your pussy, your gooey walls clamping and squeezing him tightly, making his eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth to part, panting.
“Ah— shit…” He pushed into your hole a little more, making you mewl and hands flying onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tough skin. A laugh rumbled out of him, crazed and hazy, as he started to rock his hips slowly. Every thrust pushed deeper into you, his thick veins massaging every nerve lovingly and his tip teasingly approaching closer to your cervix. His other two hands found your hip, his thumbs caressing your skin and fingers digging into your plush ass to pull you in, bottoming out.
A scream tore from you, the voice echoing and bouncing across the large hall, followed by the squelch-squelch of his balls slapping at the wetness of your skin.
“Ah, fuck-fuck-fugck—” Sukuna roughly slammed his hips against yours, growling with a boisterous laugh, watching your eyes roll back to your skull. “Feel good, yeah? You, agh, feel so good, doll. So, so good—”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you desperately pulled him closer, lips flushedly brushing against his chapped ones, panting against him, “Feels good, feels good, Sukuna. Don’t stop—!”
Bringing a hand down to your pussy, he stacked his other dick on top of your folds, pressing his girth on your clit. Your lips parted into a soft ‘oh’ as you felt his thick cock rub against your clit every time he thrusted his hips against your. Your nails raked down his back as you held onto him tightly, whining and moaning as you felt his weight crush on top of you from the mean mating press.
Sukuna tossed his head back, slapping his heavy balls against your ass as he roughly thrusted. Hooking your knees on his arms, he hugged you tightly, folding you impossibly tighter than it was possible before nuzzling his nose against your neck.
“Never fucked a pretty little dead ghost before, but… shitt, feels so good,” he rambled on, so so pussydrunk. “You’ll be my pretty girl, won’t you? Warm my bed for the night, we can bathe together in the night before we go to sleep. We’ll fuck every morning, lunch and night— heh, wonder if I can even knock you up…”
Sukuna felt your walls clench around his cock at that, making his cheeks flush bright pink, head dizzy and so fucking hazy. “You’ll like that, won’t you?”
You had the audacity to look shy at that after everything, cheeks prettily mirroring his blossoming hue, eyes darted away as you nodded bashfully. Sukuna felt his heart throb and race and without a thought, he pulled you against his chest and hauled you up. Kissing your cute yelp away with full on tongue and teeths, he had two of his hands cradle your face reverently then the other two to spread your legs more, holding you as he stood to his full height.
Now you truly couldn’t escape from the pleasure, because his fat tip was punishingly smacking your cervix, then that special spot that made your eyes roll and only see white, desperately gasping for air.
Sukuna found it too adorable how you held onto him tightly, whining against his ear like an adorable little pup as he had you bounce on his chubby cock while his second one continued to rub against your clit roughly. You keened cried out when his belly tongue lolled out to lovingly lap at your clit around his cock as well.
“Hahh, I’m close, ‘kuna.”
“Then cum, sweetheart,” he moaned, picking up speed. “Cum on my cock.”
With a cry, you came undone, your body and pussy spasming around his cock. He settled you back on the cool mahogany table, weight crushing on top of you as he panted and kept pistoning into your pussy, chasing his high.
“Shit, shit, shit!"
With a loud grunt, he gave a final thrust, heaving in effort as he came inside, painting your walls in white.
"That was good,” he breathed heavily, peppering your jaw with kisses. He watched you with amusement lighting up in his eyes, seeing your eyes glazed over, staring up at the ceiling blankly, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, blissed out. “You good?”
You blinked then nodded absentmindedly.
Chuckling, he scooped you up to hold you against him as he sat back onto his large chair, running his large palm across your back.
He silently promised to himself that he would never have you escape him into heaven. No, you’re going to stay with him, true to his words for the rest of eternity. A cute little dead ghost warming his bed.
Frat!kuna who spent all of his college life partying, listening to EDM, pop, hip-hop—always in loud, chaotic environments, listening and liking music based on vibes—was obviously very uneducated with classical music.
"No come on! Listen to this part," you said, replaying a passage of some famous piece by a composer he barely could pronounce.
"Listen to the slight pause before the orchestra joins in here—absolutely phenomenal."
Frat!kuna who loved you, really, and tried his best (or best in his own definition) in dipping into your passion, but found that he already missed the deep beat of the bass in his own playlist.
“Sorry, babe, but it’s still boring.”
“Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue is a fusion of jazz and blues. This is far from the conventionally ‘boring’ classical music!” you whined, shaking him by the shoulder.
Frat!kuna let you shake him, smirking in pure amusement at the sight of your pout and exasperated eyes. He leaned in to shut you up with a kiss, humming in delight at the sound of your sigh as you relaxed against him.
“Babe, just give up.”
“No.”
Frat!kuna who rolled his eyes affectionately as you continued your efforts in teaching him the beauty of the piece. Comparing different audios, pointing out how certain instruments were highlighted more in the other, how the piano has a more ‘crisp’ sound in one while the other had a more ‘hearty’ and ‘deep’ timbre to it.
Frat!kuna who just listened to your pretty voice keep going on and on, and by the time your ranting ended, it was obvious he was only just watching your lips, respectful for once for not shutting you up by pushing you against the bed for more exciting activities, but not enough to stop being distracted.
Frat!kuna who continued to have his weakly ‘lessons’ with you on lazy Saturday afternoons, even ditching his frat parties to be with you for your seminar of classical music, telling him that you’ll start basic and slow, but made him listen to a video of Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto no.2.
Frat!kuna who couldn't understand your talking, but having you wrapped in his arm, his chin tucked on your shoulder, and his lips pressing tenderly against your jaw as you explained certain music passages definitely beat a party that you weren’t even going to be there.
Frat!kuna who slowly, but gradually started to feel his heart flutter at certain passages that you pointed out before when he tried listening them on his own, all the details you’ve mentioned starting to piece itself together.
Frat!kuna who sooner or later listened to your recommendations with you on your bed, lying down together with entwined limbs, and closed his eyes as he burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, enjoying Debussy’s soft harmonies from Pagodes that drifted through your cozy room.
Frat!kuna who grunted slightly, admitting defeat in his round-about way to you that he is starting to fall in love with classical music—and already, you.
very very self indulgent fic inspired by listening to Bernstein's conducting/performance of Rhapsody in Blue
dividers: @/suupersonic
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