Cursed

Earlier you got a text from your incredibly hot but toxic ex boyfriend, but to be far you were kinda toxic too

sukuna : i love your insanity

sukuna : your absolutely crazy

sukuna : just straight up mental

y/n : huh

sukuna : everything is wrong with you, there is nothing okay with you

sukuna : i want to marry you

you smile at the text knowing he probably is too. shortly answer your phone rings from the same contact and of course, you answer “hello?” “why aren’t you answering my texts y/n?” you smirk and tap the speaker button placing you phone on your counter table. “dunno” you hear a low groan from the other side of the phone. “stop playing with me brat, don’t make me come find you.” you put your shoes on and your work jacket. “okay cool, gotta go bye!” “what?-“ you promptly hang up and head to work in your car.

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two hours into your shift you work friend clocks out and you wave and head home. “it’s so creepy at night” you turn around and rearrange the cigarettes behind the counter.

“the black box.” a rough voice booms from behind you, sounding oh so familiar you turn around with a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

sukuna “what do you want ryomen?” he smiles and leans over the counter “whatever do you mean my love?” he says sarcastically. “why are you at my job?” “i just need cigarettes woman, can’t you do your job and ring it up?” you scoff and roll your eyes and slam the cigarette box on the counter. “you already know how much it is” you put your hand out and he puts a 100 dollar bill in your hand.

you sigh as he winks and walks away.

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flashback

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you remember when sukuna used to always visit you at work.

there was even one time where we waited for you the first time he met you, he didn’t expect it to take 5 hours though, your part time so it wasn’t a big deal to you.

with that stupidly handsome smirk on his face and his motorcycle revving loudly outside the establishment. “hey shawty”

“me?” you look around the empty parking lot and he laughs and nods “yes, you. got a boyfriend?” you shake your head and you two exchange numbers.

eventually he convinced you to get on his bike and let him drive you home.

and finally a month and a half later he drove you to a hill you mentioned on one of your dates.

you can smell a barbecue, you see flower petals and balloons. you expected him to ask you today, since he texted you “dress nice, don’t ask where we’re going”

“y/n may i be your boyfriend?” he opens a small box with a ring you saw in a small jewelry store and also continently told him about.

you nod and cry with a sad smile on your face you kiss him.

the start of your biggest mistake.

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another flashback (2 months later)

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sukuna assmused you were toxic when you would ask him questions he knew that you already knew the answer to.

“who were you hanging out with today, hm?” you push his big chest back, “who were you cheating on me with? you weren’t with another girl right?” sukuna looked at you dumbfounded

you were with him the entire day.

you guys were hanging out with toji, gojo, geto and shoko. sukuna opened his mouth but then closed it to stunned by your accusations.

“i, wasn’t cheating wtf are you on brat-“

POW

his face drops, like every emotion or ounce of confusion he had on his face is legitimately gone. normally that would scare most people but for someone who just slapped sukuna, you just stared right into his raging eyes.

“the. FUCK. IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” you smile and cross your arms. “you deserve it” a hint of mockery in your tone which makes him stand up the whole couch with you on it slides back.

“YOU- YOU JUST FUCKING SLAPPED ME?! IM YOUR BOYFRIEND, BOYFRIEND ARE YOU DUMB?!” he yells louder. “YOU MUST BE RETARDED YOU STUPID BITCH, YOU- your so lucky your a woman.” you just shrug. “and if I wasn’t?” everyone knew sukuna, and not for a good reason he used to be apart of a gang of people who were known for being the worst people ever, and you knew that. in response he just stares, he knows that you know what he can do to you but he’d never dare to hit you.

so he simply walks out the apartment.

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present

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you get off your shift. finally. and you hear revving outside, you doubt it’s him.. you told him to go away. “hey.” you sigh and pinch your nose bridge to cover your eyes from sukuna.

“you know you miss me.” he flashes his perfect white smile, with his natural fangs on either side. “cmon brat, get on.” “why should I?” you cross your arms and walk up to him. “you want me back, and I want you back.”

you can’t deny, of course you both know you want each other back. but you also can’t deny that you two are absolutely horrible for each other.

you roll your eyes. he sarcastically pleads “pleaseeee baby.” he pouts dramatically paired with a wink then a smile. “fine just shut up and give me a helmet.” “he smirks and kisses your cheek then sliding a helmet onto your head. “knew you’d fold, cmon brat.” you scoff but still get on the bike and wrap your arms around his waist. “shut up and drive.”

ps. IVE BEEN SO BUSY SORRY BUT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS

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ℛ𝓊𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓊, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝒶𝓉.

Everyone caught on to the slight change, the way you’d almost always give Satoru smack and he’d hardly react. The way he’d listen to your taunts and do just that, listen.

The way he’d attend every party you did, somewhere down the line you’d both disappear. Always unmistakably at the same time.

The suspicions grew even more when you stopped your casual hookups, rumors started. Not like you’d care for any of it, no, you were too…busy.

Busy with your classes and busy with—

“ngh-“ “that’s it baby, open wide.” Satoru lips quirked up, brows furrowed as he continued to shove his dick down your throat.

How could you care about anything else going on besides this, you were too busy being filled and played with. And those taunts that sometimes would go unnoticed…

Your eyes meet for a brief moment, “such a needy slut, you love when I shut you up like this, don’t you?” Bobbing your head in agreement. You loved when he’d overpower you, being at his mercy filled something inside of you that you didn’t know was empty to begin with.

His thrusts begin slowing but that doesn’t stop you, you were addicted to his cock, you loved the shape, the color, the slight curve it had. This was your reward for being such a good girl.

Satoru switched from his standing position to now seated on the edge of the bed, you on your knees in front of him. It wasn’t long before you were hooked on his dick again.

Wrapping your tongue around his tip and slightly sucking, suckling like a baby. “Fuck.” His head swings back, you run your tongue down his length and then make your way back up.

Swallowing his cock with ease, bringing your hand up and jerking him off as you continue to suck. His hips buck and he immediately shifts his head to look at you, a bit surprised by the sudden action.

“Mhm, just like that pretty. You’re doing such a good job.” His praises only made you all the more hungry for his perfect cock, meeting his gaze as you take him to the hilt, a few tears forming in your eyes.

Drool dripping down your chin, it was messy, the floor a slight slippery mess. “Mphm-“ you try to form words but what could possibly be more important than this? Satoru pulls you by the hair, bringing you up to his tip.

Your brows furrowed, trying to savour the taste as best as you could, causing a devilish grin to form on his sweet lips. “I know you’re eager, but I’ve told you to not talk with your mouth full.” You simply nod in complete submission.

In moments like these Satoru has the utmost control over you, you’d be on cloud nine so it’s not like you could process most of it.

Opening your mouth wide, tapping his tip on your tongue before swallowing it one more. Going up and down his length, picking up the pace.

He groans as you go faster, Satoru wasn’t all that vocal but the little sounds he’d let out drove you nuts. “Mgh-baby I’m-“ his voice cracked.

Doing a circle motion on his dick with both your hand and your mouth, that was all he needed. The hot liquid flowing down your throat, you continue sucking without mercy.

Satoru falling on his back hitting against the soft mattress, his loud breathing only making you more aroused.

You pull away with a soft pop, kissing his tip before resting your head against his leg. Raising his head to look at you, only to met with that wicked smile of yours.

His head drops back down with a satisfied beam.

Art by _lildev__

Synopsis: You and Satoru are sworn enemies, always competing against each other and shoving it in each other’s faces whenever one of you wins. Nothing but a rivalry, yet somehow, a game of seven minutes in heaven brings out something you’ve both been denying.

Pairing: Satoru Gojo(Nerdjo) x Female!Reader

Warning: MDNI, smut, explicit language, fingering, teasing, oral (f!rec), a bit of plot, slight (maybe-maybe not) oc.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I can't get nerdjo out of my head, he'd be so arrogant about his smarts being able to outsmart him would be so fun lol

“You’re so privileged and spoiled.” You gasp, now he's done it. Grabbing him by the collar, “what did you say to me nerd?”

Let’s rewind a bit.

In the university there were two powerful and important people, their families were big contributors but their smarts were what really broke barriers. Those two people were You and Satoru Gojo.

You both fell into an inevitable competition, trying to secure the number one spot. You’d always beat him in some tests and vice versa, in terms of overall score you were neck and neck.

Nothing grinded your gears more than not knowing who was the winner. When you did win, you’d rub it in his face without mercy and when it came to him, he’d do the same.

Slamming down your perfectly manicured hand on his desk, catching his attention as you whip the paper around in his face. “You know the drill Toru, don’t even try to lie about your scoring, I know you didn’t beat me.” With a smirk on your lips, looking down on him.

His glasses slightly low, he didn’t peek up casually ignoring your existence a bit. That ticked you off but you remained composed, moving your hand to rest on your hip, shifting from side to side. 

Your short skirt revealing a bit of your legs. Satoru raises his paper suddenly. His read the full score while yours was off by one point.

Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, “you were saying?” Standing up straight, your jaw clenched as you lowered your paper.

Swaying his hand, “now run along, don’t you have some guy you should be hanging off of? Leave the book smarts to the smart people.”

You stormed away from him, taking your seat. One of the jocks that normally swarm around you, staring daggers at Satoru. “Want me to rough him up babe?” Rolling your eyes as your arms remained crossed over your chest. “Shut up.”

It was no secret that even though you were one of the top students you wanted to live your college life to the fullest, you’d do a bit of weed, stay out late, hook up with a few guys and so on. 

But that didn’t mean you weren’t smart.

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It’s your typical Friday, a frat party scheduled to start at nine. A couple of your friends either drunk or high. But your mind was elsewhere, planning a way to score higher than Satoru and rubbing it in his pretentious face.

Bringing your drink up to your lips and sipping slowly as you simply blend in with the environment around you.

“Hey Y/n, care to join us for a game of seven minutes in heaven?” A guy whose eyes were glued to your legs, typical. But hey, maybe what you needed was to make out with someone and take your mind off of your current troubles.

With a shrug of your shoulder you told this random guy to lead the way, leaning against his arm as he did just that.

Everyone huddled around the bottle, you and the guy arrived. “Room for two more?” The guy raises his fingers.

Your eyes scan the room and—no fucking way.

Sat on the side of some girl whose eyes are practically glued to the guy you have at your side. Satoru Gojo, dressed differently tonight.

He wore a dark blue polo, nicely crisped slacks, with some black loafers to accompany. And for some reason, he changed those simple glasses he’d wear all the time. These were fancier and that hair of his, luscious white locs that were fixed strategically. To my indifference, he had his hair down for once. Nothing less could be expected from him.

Wait, were you really praising him right now?

What was he doing here? He didn’t show up to these kinds of scenes, and clearly, he was out of his element.

Fingers twitching as he watched the girl sat next to him, she must’ve dragged him here. And that gaze of his was all over the place, inevitably making eye contact with you. It didn’t last long as you were dragged to the free space there was.

The game started, the first person spinning the bottle. After a while of a couple people going in, neither you, Satoru, the guy or the girl on the side of Satoru had gone in the closet.

It was the guy’s turn and he brought his face close to your ear before spinning, “we’re next sweetheart.” his hand on my hip pulling you closer, the bottle does its rounds, everyone’s focused. If it wasn’t for the music in the background the room would be dead silent.

The bottle comes to a stop on the girl on the side of Satoru, the guy irritated refuses to get up. “Hey, isn’t the game about letting the bottle decide? No exceptions?” Satoru spoke up to your surprise.

Placing his hand around the girl and pulling her slightly closer, finally she raises her head, “she’s cute enough, isn’t she?” A sly grin on his face.

Satoru was quiet but he knew how to sway a crowd, you’ll give him that. Everyone’s attention was focused on the guy and with the way things were going he would have no choice but to accept.

“Go ahead, we can have fun later.” You lean him to whisper to the guy. His ears actually seemed to perk up. The guy stood up and walked over to the girl, grabbing her hand. “Let’s get this over with.”

Pulling her into the closet. Some people began talking, others were on their phones while we waited for the seven minutes to be up.

“Yo Toru, you’re the only one missing.” Some random guy said, “Y/n is missing as well.” A girl chimed in, this was not the time for you to be noticed by other people.

Satoru moved his head around, as if he could care less to be here. “It’s pretty funny how it’s always just you two.” Your fingers halt from your mindless scrolling.

“Always neck and neck, fighting for the top spot. I’d lose it if there was some girl giving me a run for my money at sports.” The guy chuckles, “there probably is, you just haven’t met her yet.” Said the girl from earlier, a track star actually.

“You’d obviously think that, there’s more to football than just running.” He says casually, “even if there is, I’m pretty sure I’d have you beat.”

This time the guy lets out a dry chuckle. “What?”, “It's laughable you think a girl can’t beat you at your own game.” The girl has a more challenging tone in her voice. “There’s yet to be one.” The guy shoots back.

“We’ve never met up on the field, that’s why.” The girl was about to step forward but you grab her by the shoulder. She looks at you for a brief moment, you shake your head. It’s a losing cause against a jock that’s full of himself. 

“Oh yeah? I’m sure a little track star can’t beat me.” 

“That’s enough,” Satoru stops the guy from saying anymore, “what? It’s only a friendly competition, we'll settle a score unlike you two. You two are the best there is.” 

“Well, it’s ‘you two’ until it actually matters.”

The grip around your phone tightened, what did he just say? Your head makes a sharp turn in Satoru’s direction. He shrugs his shoulders with an innocent smile.

“Funny—when it matters, people usually look past you.” Crossing your arms over your chest. “Weird, I remember them skipping you when it actually counted.” Everyone’s gaze tackling between you and Satoru as you continue our exchange.

“Please, whenever you’re picked it’s because I’m not available.” You begin to stride over, “not available—or just not the right choice?” Satoru lowers those stupid glasses of his.

Your tongue strides over your teeth, making a clicking sound with your mouth. You were fuming. Suddenly the door from the closet swung open, “we’re done.” The guy came out holding hands with the girl.

There goes your hook up. First you didn’t score first place in the last test, Satoru keeps rubbing it in your face and now you just lost a secure hook up.

If there was any other way this night could get more fucked up you’d like to see.

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Blinking your two eyes slowly, as you face the door of the closet. “What the actual fuck?” Your voice low as you’re too stunned to actually let out a real reaction.

Evidently you jinxed yourself, you wanted to see just how worse your night could get. The sound of his lips making a ‘tch’ causing your eyes to slightly widen before turning in his direction.

“Quit being such a whiny baby.” Satoru let out a sigh before his words, he couldn’t be serious. “You think I want to be here? With you?” Always such a sharp tone.

You roll your eyes, “why didn’t you refuse back there then? If we both did then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” He gave a more flat laugh this time. “We were the only two left, you think me refusing would’ve stopped this? You’re undoubtedly more dense than I give you credit for.”

Inching closer to him, “you think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” He responds by rolling his eyes. “Thinking means I doubt it.”

“God, can you be any more infuriating?” Turning away from him, as a loud sigh leaves your lips.

“I’m sorry I won’t bend to your every word like all those other losers do.” 

Making a sharp turn, “at least they know their place.” He looks away, with a sly smirk on his lips. “I’m not below you princess, no matter how smart you think you are or how rich your family is, all you are is a conceited brat. You’re so privileged and spoiled.”

Knocking a few things down in your pursuit, grabbing him by the collar. Jaw clenched as you looked him in those electric eyes.

He stumbles a bit, hitting against the nearest wall. “What did you just say nerd?” You practically spat the last word, how dare he say those stuff about you.

Both of your breaths rasped, eyes trailing down to Satoru’s chest the way it rose and unmistakably caved. Soon they flick back up, meeting his.

Coarse strands slightly covering his eyes. Eyes that were focused on your lips.

Huh?

Next thing you knew, Satoru crashed his lips against yours. The kiss eager as if the minute either of you pulled away everything would be over. 

Cupping your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, your knees going weak. This feeling was unfamiliar to you like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

You break the kiss, releasing your grip from his collar, panting as you stand at a safer distance. Satoru running a hand through his hair.

The click of the door caught the attention of both of you, “time’s up guys.” You rush out of the closet and out of the room.

“Y/n!” Satoru calls out chasing after you.

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“Maybe we should go in next.” The jock says to the track star, to which she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

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Squeezing your way through the crowd was a difficult feat, yet somehow, you lost sight of Satoru. Making your way into one of the bathrooms.

What was he thinking? Kissing you like that, raising your hand to slightly touch your lips. Your heart beating so hard you actually think it might beat out of your chest.

The taste of a cool, refreshing breeze that pulled me in for more. No, you have to snap out of it.

Shaking your head to get the thought of his rough yet soft lips out of your mind, he’s your opponent and not to mention you two are complete opposites.

You retouch your makeup before leaving, your eyes scan the room and just your luck they briefly meet with Satoru’s. You’re squeezing through the crowd once more.

Hiding away in whichever room you found, “Shoko?” Yep, you were really having bad luck tonight. Shoko pulled away from some guy— “Ijichi?”.

Nope, you weren’t dealing with this. Stepping out of the room your face palms against some guy you’ve hooked up with before. “Y/n where you’ve been baby?”

Suddenly you’re being yanked away by the hand, “sorry she’s busy.” Blinking repeatedly as if to figure out why you were once again this close to Satoru, so close to the point you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

Snuggled tightly against his chest, one hand on your wrist and the other well rested on your arm pulling you impossibly close.

He pulls you away, you’re practically staggering as you try to keep up with Satoru. Dragging you to whatever empty room he found and quite smoothly locking the door behind him.

Rushing a hand through his hair, “finally, we’re alone.” You swallow slowly, as your gaze focused on him.

There was a great silence before Satoru decided to break it, his grip still on your wrist. You didn’t pull away, not after the way he practically chased you down.

“Why’d you run?” That simple question took a shot at your ego honestly. “I don’t owe you any explanation.” Your words coming out harsher than you expected.

His lips twitched into a smirk but you could tell he was fuming. “You do actually, especially after kissing me like that.” Your cheeks immediately flushed, what was wrong with you? 

“You kissed me.”

“And you kissed back.”

Gritting your teeth, even though he was right you weren’t going to stand there and admit it, he always wants to be right. Every. Single. Time. “I was feeling tipsy.”

“Drunk people often reveal their true desires.”

You freeze, he leans in close to your ear. “Don’t be shy, be a bit more honest Y/n.” The feel of his hot breath against your ear made your body slightly jolt. What more could you lose, right?

Turning away from his gaze, “I guess…in the heat of the moment…I didn’t mind kissing–” Satoru cupped your face and sealed your lips into a sweet kiss, pushing against you as you stumble backwards. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth, inevitably dominating you within seconds.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Satoru breaks away allowing you to catch your breath. He runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “I’ve longed for this.” Dipping his head, teasing your neck with his tongue.

“Every time you teased–” A peck. “Every time you’d be mean–” Another. “Every time you swayed those hips of yours.” You couldn’t believe your ears, maybe ‘cause they were so hot in this moment. He left gentle yet pressing kisses on all over your neck.

His hand gliding up your inner thigh slowly, lifting the tight material revealing the wet mess between your legs, “wearing these slutty skirts—you just love the looks you get from guys, don’t you?” That made you pause. You weren’t expecting him to say stuff like this.

Hell, you weren’t expecting him to kiss you like he did, “such a dirty little whore, you’re already this wet?” His fingers pressed hard against the damp fabric, fuck, heavy breathing as he rubbed your clit.

“Satoru.” You groan, “pathetic.” He snapped back against your neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

Knees weak and ready to buckle, how could you be enjoying this? It must be the alcohol—you’re not a lightweight.

He feels the way your legs tremble against his touch, letting out a dark chuckle. You weren’t the only one enjoying this. Shifting you so now you were laying down on the bed. Satoru slid your panties to the side, dipping his fingers in. A most audible gasp escaping your lips.

Moving his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, “such a pretty pussy for a naughty girl.” He said, placing kisses against your inner thigh. The pace was enough for you to barely feel him there. “Please Satoru more…” You pleaded.

“Where’s all that spark gone, huh baby?” Shoving his fingers deeper, “a-ah yes—“ those long, thick fingers of his having their way inside of your pussy, the wet noises filled the room even though there some music in the background.

Satoru continued to pump his digits in and out of your greedy hole, his thumb barely grazing your clit. You should feel embarrassed, being overpowered by pleasure and by your supposed to be opponent. It was never intended for him to see this side of you.

Lifting your head a little, not once did you ever imagine Satoru Gojo would look like this. In between your legs–giving his undivided attention to your cunt. “Am I allowed a taste?” Before you can process his words, he ran his tongue over your entrance.

All the way up to your clit, “fuuuuck, this is better than I imagined.” He slid his glasses to rest on top of his hair, his gaze filled with the same look of determination he’d usually have around a test or assignment he knew he’d ace.

Twisting his fingers as he lowered his head, making eye contact. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, closing his mouth around your nub, sucking gently. “Oh-fuck!” Your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His gaze pierced through you, he watched every jerk of your body, every sound you made and the way you wouldn’t let go of these sheets. He pulls out his fingers, you almost shudder from the loss but instead you’re shuddering from the way he began to fully stroke you with his tongue.

A jolt of pleasure running down your spine and building in your stomach, god you were close, squeezing your legs. But Satoru didn’t mind being squished between your legs, in fact, he loved it. It wasn’t hard to notice in those soft cyan colored eyes of his.

Instead of struggling, he was moving with more intent. Groaning against your pussy. “Taste so good, you gonna cum for me, right baby?” Sending vibrations throughout your body with the way he spoke while being in so deep.

Shoving his tongue inside occasionally, licking every corner of your pussy with tenacity. Spreading your thighs for more access, quivering around his grip. “Satoru—almost there.” You rasp, chest heaving.

Lapping at your entrance before gliding up to your pulsating clit again, “don’t be shy, say my name.” He says before continuing, gritting your teeth as your orgasm pierces through your entire body.

“Satoruuu~” a sweet harmony he’d come to enjoy hearing more often, you shudder underneath him, your legs spasming as he didn’t let up right away.

Kissing your inner thigh before resting his head against it, you’re still trying to calm your labored breathing. “From now on, you’re not doing this with anyone else.” Satoru said with a calm grin.

You didn’t protest, you were way past that now.  

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖲𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

Pairing: Choso x Female!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, masturbation, explicit language, fingering, teasing, established relationship, overstimulation.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: this is my first fanfic, i hope you all enjoy. i got this idea on a random tuesday lol.

You’ve been in a bad mood for the past few days, getting upset over the smallest inconveniences, randomly snapping whenever things don’t work out the way you want them to, hell, even crying over your ice cream not being the right texture it should be. It’s always a problem if anyone tries to speak with you, you’re beginning to think there’s something certainly wrong.

To make matters worse you’re taking it out on Choso occasionally, yelling at him for laughing while he’s on his phone, getting fussy when he doesn’t read your mind, sighing in a frustrated manner as he panics about not knowing what to do in the situation.

With this been going on for the past few days, you two haven’t been intimate. I mean, how could you? There was no start for it, just you with your mood swings and snapping every fifth second.

He’s basically walking on egg shells, so much so that Choso doesn’t direct a single word to you if you don’t speak to him. Tonight, you’re sleeping over at his place in complete silence. He sounds like he’s already asleep but you’re lying there with your arms crossed over your chest with a gruff look on your face.

When will this end? You thought, you couldn’t grasp why you were acting this way and it’s been days.

You turn to look over at Choso, who’s currently sleeping peacefully, his hair down not in the usual twin buns he’s accustomed to wear. You slowly brush a strand from out of the way to get a clearer view of his face. He snores soundly, smiling in his sleep.

It’s as if you’ve been shot in your heart, and you feel something jump in between your legs. Of course.

There’s nothing wrong with you being turned on by your boyfriend’s smile, right? You shake your head, trying to get those filthy thoughts out but it’s too late, they’ve already filtered into your brain.

Recalling the last time you two spent exploring your bodies together, getting to know each point, every spot, the way he’d make your toes curl and your body twitch. The sounds he’d make, the sounds he’d easily cause to pour from your lips.

Saying the most charming things while doing the filthiest things to your body, at this point you don’t even recognize it as your own anymore.

He has so much power over you that a single smile is making you lose feeling in your knees, but it’s truly the endearing way he’d moan your name that would go home to you. Rubbing your legs together like a dog in heat.

How much more were you expected to take? You couldn’t possibly go on anymore, it doesn’t matter that it’s your fault you and Choso haven’t been active. Nonetheless, you wanted any kind of pleasure at the moment.

Biting your bottom lip and you lie flat on your back once more, raising your knees as you lower your shorts slowly, staying in nothing but the lacy panties you wore in case anything special happened. A girl’s always gotta be prepared, right?

But not for that, no, you had no intention of waking Choso. Even if you wanted him to touch you right now, you wouldn’t admit to it. Lowering your hand slowly, lifting the hem of your panties to touch your shaking cunt. It’s quite unfair just how much power he has over you.

Just a smile has you this phased and wet. You begin moving your fingers in circular motion, trying to cause a similar sensation to what he caused you a week before. Oh, how the memory is still quite vivid, just recalling the way he’d move his fingers is getting you excited, the feeling slowly builds in the pit of your stomach, yet, it’s not enough.

You’re panting as quietly as you can, but you need more than this. You slowly insert a finger in, much better than just rubbing your clit. As you move your finger, another goes in. Hoping that you’ll catch what you’re looking for.

Eyes flicker over to catch glimpse of his face, recalling the way he’d whisper in your ear while he played with your needy cunt, shifting in his sleep but you could care less.

You wanted to cum, pumping your finger in and out of your pussy. How you wished it was Choso’s long thick fingers that were inside of you, instead of your slightly small slim ones. You’re getting frustrated because the sweet feeling is there but you can’t quite reach it. Moving your fingers faster than before deepening the feeling, almost there, “almost…there”. That soft eager whimper coming from your lips.

Shifting to sit up a bit, your head swings back. Your jaw clenches and the frustration in you builds. Coming to a full halt because you want to cum so bad but that right spot can’t be touched.

Letting out a huff, placing your palm over your eyes. Maybe you should just try to sleep, what feels like twenty minutes just wasted.

Slowly taking your fingers out, unphased, when you brush your clit a large hand settles on top of yours. A rough, heavy voice in your ear, “Don’t stop.”

“Let me help you.”

My face turned quickly to the side, Choso propped up next to me. “No, I don’t want you to touch me.”

Choso frowns for a bit, despite his drowsiness. “I promise, I won’t touch. But let me help you baby.”

Your jaw clenches, he just had to go in with the nickname. Simply turning your face away from his gaze, that was enough response for him. He grabbed hold of your hand, using your two fingers to apply a certain pressure on your clit before moving in circular motion. Making you breathe in rather loudly.

“Like this…this is how you like it.” He whispers softly in your ear, it was quite evident he was still half-asleep but right now your eyes were focused on the way he’s moving your fingers to help you achieve the pleasure you were craving not too long ago. Furrowing your brows as you tuck your bottom lip behind your teeth.

Your hips moving before you can even think, lewd squelching noises coming from your attention-deprived pussy. Stealing a quick glance before soon closing your eyes, a heavy yet soft “oh my god” slipping from your lips.

Choso smirks, guiding your fingers to play with your clit in a way you’ve never done before. “Right there baby? Trust me, I know.”

Your lips part for you to say something but no words come out, only struggling moans that quickly turn to you being able to barely keep your breathing steady. “Y-yes Cho, right there.” Your back arching slightly off the bed, you feel the pressure build in your stomach, you can tell your close.

“I’m-I’m-” “know, baby. I know your body well.” He whispers in your ear, god his voice is hot. Your entrance twitching for some attention, your fingers moving on their own at a merciless speed as you reach your climax, Choso’s name spilling from your lips.

Your thighs shake from the aftermath of you cumming so effectively. Head rested against Choso’s bare chest, your chest rises and crashes as you try to steady your breathing. Calming yourself and revealing that, for some reason, you’re not satisfied and it only makes you frown. “What’s wrong?” Choso quickly picks up on it.

But you refuse to open your mouth, your jaw only tightens. Choso shakes his head, a smirk on his lips, “When will you learn that being stubborn gets you nowhere, hmm?” And with that his hand dips lower, slipping a finger inside.

He raises you so you can sit up properly against him, lips lightly brushing your ear, the sudden filling from his finger causes your eyes to roll back. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, “Did you feel empty baby?” You could feel the way he let out a devilish chuckle.

His finger moves at a steady pace, your cunt still sensitive from your previous treatments. The full feeling allows moans to shamelessly fall from your lips, burying your face in Choso’s chest and subconsciously spreading your legs a bit more.

A soft scoff from him, “That’s right, spread open for me.”

He pulls his finger out, a soft cry slipping from your lips. Grabbing your panties and pulling them off quickly. This time he rams two fingers in you, you gasp but before you can really react he switches his pace, slower but deeper hitting that spot you were trying so hard to hit earlier.

“Such a good girl, is this why you were so upset? Cause your pussy needed attention?” You raise your head to look at him, the effect he has on you is pretty evident as your eyes are glossy and your pussy gets wetter the more he talks to you.

Did you know you could get this wet?

“Tha-that’s not–” You stumble on your words as he picks up the pace once more, two fingers being more than you can handle at this moment. Barely able to mutter a single sound as he ruins you. “Sounds to me like this pretty pussy needed some attention.” Choso continues talking, those brazen words making you react even though you don’t want to.

“You gon’ cum for me, right baby?” Losing focus, Choso cups your face with his free hand and crashes his lips against yours, his tongue forcing its way in easily. You can feel the same pleasure from before building once more.

You force yourself away from the kiss to catch your breath, heavy breathing as you feel yourself close to cumming all over his fingers. His pace slows more than before, causing you to lift your head with your brows furrowed. A grin on his face, he’s enjoying this too much.

And you? You’re too drunk on the way he’s pounding you, completely, utterly gone. Eyes can barely stay open, lips slightly swollen from his rough kisses. Soothing you as he works you to your next orgasm, kissing your head gently.

“That’s a good girl.” He whispers softly against my hair, lifting his fingers to press a certain spot, “Ch-Cho I’m—“ your jaw clenches as you feel your cunt clamp down on his fingers. “Mhm baby, that’s it.” Lips parted as you moan and whimper. That slick goodness enveloping his fingers. Rocking your hips slightly as you ride out your orgasm.

Your eyes hit the back of your head, body going limp against his. He pulls his fingers out and patting your head with his free hand gently. Next thing you know Choso has positioned himself between your legs, hands gripping your thighs.

“Let’s see how much more you can take.” He smirks as you’re still shaken up from the overstimulation. But you manage to grab a handful of his hair, forcing him to look up at you. A breathless grin on your lips.

“You’d better make it worth my while.”

thank you for reading! please do NOT steal my work, or feed it into AI. all of my writing is my original work.

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you were laying on your couch, watching TV and you hear a loud knock against your door.

you weren’t expecting any guests, so you cautiously walked to your door and looked through the peephole.

holy crap.

sukuna, your boyfriend, was standing outside your dorm room, crying.

you immediately opened the door, your hands resting on his arms.

“ryo, what’s wrong?”

“i-i missed you, baby. so much.” his body sunk into you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and face buried in your neck.

his tears soaked your tank top sleeve, dripping down to wet the rest of the top.

you sighed, now realizing sukuna was drunk out of his mind.

you remembered him mention a party at his frat house a couple hours earlier, but you didn’t expect this. he was not a lightweight, and managed his drinking surprisingly well.

“ryo, if you get caught in the girls dorms, you’ll be in serious trouble.” your hands brushed through his pink strands, empathy in your tone.

“i don’t care. i wanna stay over.” he nuzzled deeper into your neck. he pressed gently kisses against the sensitive skin, and your breath hitched.

“please baby, please?” sukuna looked up, his eyes wide and still teary.

“fine, fine. come in before the cameras see you.”

you pulled him inside and shut the door.

“shoko’s sleeping, so you have to be quiet.” you said, leading him to your room.

you shut off the TV you had left on, and dragged him to the door that led to your bedroom.

sukuna instantly plopped on your bed, making himself comfortable.

he stopped crying pretty quick. acting all sad and pouty just so you’d let him in.

you walked to your bathroom to pour a cup of water for him and some ibuprofen.

sitting on the edge of the bed, you handed it to him.

“take this.”

“don’t wanna.”

“it’ll make you feel better in the morning, ryo.”

“fine.”

he folded instantly. you couldn’t help but giggle at his soft pout. if anyone else saw sukuna like this, his tough reputation would be ruined.

he chugged down the water and pill. he then pulled off his shirt, tossing it mindlessly on your floor, and tugged you into his chest.

“i love you, baby. so so so much. you’re everything to me. don’t wanna lose you.” he murmured, kissing your temple repeatedly.

you giggle softly at the contact. “i love you too, ryo. my dramatic boy.”

Drew this, like, back in February. My interpretation of the other Death Paintings since Gege was too lazy. (Yeah i know, the others couldn't be incarnated cuz they were too damaged)

ANYWAY

It's for my JJK fic✨️ Allah help me (JJK x OC)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43329150/chapters/108916431

warnings: MDNI, fem!reader, age gaps, p in v, praises, DILF.

Unc!Kuna who you’ve met briefly at a few of the Itadori’s family gatherings. Yuji dragged you there because you had to meet the person he annoys with his crazy antics all the time. His eyes on you from the very first time Yuji brought a girl to a gathering.

Unc!Kuna who’s always wearing a tank top that shows off his beefy muscles, tattoos alongside both of his strong arms, pinkish hair that resembles Yuji’s with a few grey strands peeking out. A few scars on his face and arms as if he’d been in a lot of fights throughout his youth. He was in his mid forties, you’ve never quite had an interest in older men but he sure looked appetizing.

Unc!Kuna who seemed rather content when he found out you and Yuji are just friends. Asking all kinds of questions just to get to know you better all while using the weak excuse that he examines all of Yuji’s company (he doesn’t), just to make sure. Shutting Yuji up when he’s about to expose his uncle for lying.

Unc!Kuna who’d offer you snacks whenever you stopped by his place searching for Yuji, keeping your company till he showed up. Surprisingly, always having your favorite snacks on pure coincidence, ‘cause there’s no way he asked Yuji what kind of snacks were your favorite nor does he enjoy the way your face lights up whenever he shows up with said snacks.

Unc!Kuna who’d make your heart flutter whenever he complimented you on your hair or clothes and how you’re always so delicately dressed in vibrant colors with accessories to match. To which you’d shyly brush off because he must be only saying that to be nice.

Unc!Kuna who doesn’t seem bothered by your company, practically forcing Yuji to bring you over to his house more times than you should be. His place becoming your designated hang out spot, enjoying all kinds of stories he’d tell you about his youth, even pulling out pictures from when he was in a gang. He did have that bad guy vibe about him and it honestly wasn’t helping the fact that you were not supposed to be attracted to your best friend’s uncle.

Unc!Kuna who occasionally calls you ‘doll’. That being the only way he’d call you, you almost begin to think he doesn’t know your actual name. But of course he did, your precious name fell from his lips more than he’d like to admit. Late nights of him stroking his cock in your honor, zooming in on the pictures Yuji’d sent him, by his petition of course. His desires get the better of him, cumming pathetically to the sight of his nephew’s friend.

Unc!Kuna who found you by his doorstep with tears streaming down your face. A bad breakup between you and a boyfriend that Sukuna never cared to know about, picking up fragile pieces that should’ve been treated with care from the beginning. Perplexed when he learned that the reason you were crying is actually because you couldn’t beat the girl’s ass that you found him cheating with. He found it hilarious that you had this kind of fire in you.

Unc!Kuna who’d check up on you more regularly than he should. Inviting you over to his place without Yuji being there, just you and him talking about whatever. Crossing lines that you probably should’ve respected but now it’s too late, you’re in way too deep to even process things anymore. 

Sat on his lap, straddling him comfortably as you whined about how good he was pounding you. “M-Mr. S-S-Sukuna–” stumbling on your words.

“Ryo baby.” He corrected with a sly smirk on his lips, guiding you to bounce on his cock. Fingers digging in the soft flesh of your ass, flexing those broad muscles of his, loud slaps echoing throughout the whole house. “Go ahead, say it.” He ordered, hitting the right spot to make your head spin.

Prying sweet moans from your lips, you were sure his neighbors would be complaining afterwards. Rocking your hips as he soaks up those lovely expressions you made while your gummy walls hugged his dick. 

“C’mon sweetheart, cry out my name.” your lips trembled to call out his name, yet you didn’t feel it appropriate. Funny how that is where you draw the line.

With the amount of time you’ve known him, he’s been the type to get what he wants sooner or later. “Being naughty, huh? Weren’t you begging me to put it in? Least you can do is give an old man what he desires.” Tilting his head slightly to the side, a provoking gleam in those eyes of his.

Sukuna shifts his weight, angling so he can fuck you from underneath. His thrusts became brutal, “R-Ryo–so, ha! good.” eyes rolling to the back of your head as he used your body in whatever way he saw fit. “That’s it baby–mmm–takin’ me so well.” he praised in between grunts, groaning as your pussy clenched his shaft.

“Fuck–baby, haaa–you’re sucking me in.” His tone playful, moving his hands to your waist to steady you. Tears strayed from your eyes as he fucked you mercilessly, your head a complete blur.

Eyes heavy on the way his cock appeared and disappeared into your cunt. “Such a sweet pussy, you’ve always wanted this haven’t ya?” Shaking your head in dismissal, “Oh no baby, no need to lie.” He teases.

“N-no I–” you try to defend, he sits up properly, fucking you deeper. Ignoring your attempts to play off the fact that you’ve wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Making a mess of your body, you’ve never been fucked this way.

Pleasure building in your stomach, “p-please don’t s-s-stop.” Sukuna cracks a smile, “See, you can be honest, doll.” He relished in the way you responded so well to his touches. And his cock of course.

Picking you up from the couch, a soft gasp escaping you. “Mr. Suku–” “Ryo.” He said with a serious tone, the whole room went quiet as if making the mistake of calling him Mr. again would cause you to regret it. 

“Sorry–Mmmph!”” Mid-apology he raises you only to bring you crashing back down on his dick. Spilling more apologies with the faith hope he’ll go a bit easier. “Ryo–so nghh–”

“Use your words sweetheart, what is it?” Sukuna spoke with a soft gentleness and a look on his face like he’d do anything to please you right now. His thrusts, anything but gentle.

Just heavy breathing as you struggle to get the words out, “c-c-close.” you manage, a devilish grin ran across his lips. Fucking you hard while you drown his cock in your juices, pussy squeezing him tight! as your legs spasms, “Fuuckk–” Sukuna crashes his lips against yours, swallowing the loud cries that fell from those pretty lips.

A puddle in your mind, now filling you to the brim with his load. Holding you in place so you don’t spill a single drop. Pulling away from your swollen lips slowly to look you in the eyes, a crimson color you never truly acknowledge till this moment.

Both breathing heavy as you let this precious time pass. Taking a seat on the couch, sitting you on his lap nicely. “You did good, doll.” He praises, brushing a strand of hair from out of your face. Your cheeks hot with embarrassment.

How could you fuck your best friend’s uncle?

Pretty Divider by: @/pixopix

Lately it’s been 34°C degrees outside, it’s like a burning sauna. Even though you’re inside the house with a fan in front of you, nothing is making things less heated.

“Baby I’m here!” Choso announces as he opens the door with a powerful push, bringing ice packs, snacks and among other things to alleviate this scorching heat. Making his way over and sitting down next to you.

Placing the stuff on his lap and immediately touching your neck. “You’re burning up, I think that’s why you’re very sensitive to the heat at the moment.” Caressing your neck with his thumb. “What are you talking about?” you’re perplexed by his words, his gaze dropping to where your lap is.

Okay, right now you are wrapped in a blanket but one minute it’s really hot and the next it’s…”c’mon, you’ll take some medicine and hopefully sleep over this fever.” He picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. Leaning your head against his chiseled chest.

You and Choso have been in a relationship together for a while, roughly four years. He’s so caring and attentive, sometimes you wonder how you wound up together. You’ve never been the type to commit but then again he was the full package.

He gave you your medicine and wrapped you snuggly in the blanket. “I’ll be in the living room, try to get some rest.” Tugging on the hem of his shirt, “don’t go, please stay.” Your weak voice was enough to convince him to not go anywhere.

It's not like he wanted to leave you, hesitating a bit before climbing in the bed and curling up close to you. Holding you so tightly. Soon you found yourself drifting away, sleep consuming you.

Choso is the best but every relationship has their flaws. Not like you’d actually considered it a flaw but most people would. He’s more…freaked out than the average person.

He’d fucked you anywhere, anytime, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to be inside of you. It was this longing to be enveloped by your pretty tight pussy—his words.

One time he fucked you behind the movie theater building, and you’re quite loud. You were almost caught in fact, Choso had you pinned against the wall, his cock driving in and out your cunt at a merciless pace.

Covering your mouth with his hand as your eyes roll back and your cum drips all over his cock.

Maybe that’s what drives him crazy, the sounds you make when he’s pounding you stupid. Leaving you a complete mess till you can barely remember your own name. Or maybe, it was the way you clenched around him. You’ve never asked him truly what really does it for him.

Nor was it like you didn’t like him violating your pussy whenever he felt the need to. It worked out for both of you and sometimes when he didn’t initiate things fast enough you’d get anxious, initiating things yourself.

Which explains your slight disappointment when you realize he’s no longer at your side. Fighting the drowsiness you had, you shift out of the bed. Your head’s a bit woozy, could be from you moving so quickly or maybe you’re still under the weather.

Tumbling as you began your search for Choso. As mentioned before, for some people Choso’s tendencies would seem like a flaw but to you it’s appealing. You basked in the thought that he wanted you to desperately.

So it’s no surprise, you’re now leaning against the doorway watching as he jerks himself off. A slight smile on your face. His long, slightly curved, veiny member on display, the mushroom-shaped tip glossy from how he'd frequently been wetting it.

Judging by the crumpled up papers around him, he’s done it a few times. Pathetically allowing your name to drip from his lips as he picks up the pace. It was cute, the fact that he left the room to not bother you.

That just makes you want him all the more, despite the way your body is feeling right now. Biting your bottom lip as he fists himself, letting out shaky breaths. His head falls back, hips jerking. 

You steady yourself over, standing in front of him. He sat there working himself to another lonely, agonizing orgasm. “Please baby, oh fuck.” Drinking in the sight of him and those feeble whimpers of his.

Quickly discarding your shorts and underwear, that’s when he must’ve realized. His head shot up facing you, “baby what are you doing out of bed? Are you alright?” standing up quicker than you could process, his attentive hands cupping your face holding you close.

“If you needed something you should’ve just texted me.” Brushing your hair out of your face as you were sweating, his tone filled with concern. You on the other hand, could barely keep up with what he’s saying, not like it was important, the only thing on your mind was that you wanted to be fucked.

Easily forgetting his hard erection is rubbing against your thigh right now, fuck, your hunger for him growing unbearable.

“Put it in.” You whispered in between slight labored breaths. Choso froze, he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly. Nor did you care, that minor reluctance of his was the window of opportunity you needed.

Lowering your hand to grab his cock, stroking him with care despite your impatience. Rubbing your thumb over the soft tip. His eyes quickly fall to your impatient movements. “Baby, you’re…sick.” His voice shaky.

Wetting his dick with your drool, the wet sounds enveloping the living room. Choso began to let out soft whimpers as you continued with your mindless movements.

Looking him in the eyes, an innocent smile with eyes that could barely stay open. That was his breaking point.

Next thing you knew you were on your back on the couch with your legs lifted, your body pulled close enough for Choso to rest his throbbing cock on top of your clit.

Simply giggling at how eager he was. “I’ll clean you up and take care of you when we’re finished. I promise.” Those soft words of his made your heart flutter.

Sliding his dick in between your slick folds, you were wetter than usual and…”Fuuuck, so warm.” His brows knitted, adjusting himself and shoving in further. Of course your sticky walls were warm, you have a fever after all. “Oh fuck.” Choso’s taken back by how hot your insides were but your head’s in the clouds at this point to even process what the fuck is going on.

Feeling as if his cock was burning up, yet he didn’t want to pull out at all. Bottoming out, a rather loud moan ripping from your throat.

He started to move at a slow pace but soon forgot the reality of the situation, he pushed your legs back some more, almost touching your shoulders. Grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs, your moans louder than usual and there’s no restraint anymore.

“Cho—so good. Don’t stop.” You mutter, his grip tightened around your thighs, fucking you like he’s never done before. “Won’t baby, d-don’t worry.” his voice strained as he pulled you in by your waist, making your stomach twist when he goes deeper touching that sweet spot, causing your hips to jerk.

“Right there, pretty?” His full attention on that spot, you’re humming in agreement and desperation. Those pretty sounds you were making was music to his ears, licking his thumb and guiding it over your clit. Rubbing tight circles that cause you to squirm. 

“N-n-not there.” You cry out as he stimulates you on both ends. Digging your nails into the pillow your head laid against. “I tried, baby. I wanted you to rest.” Gritting his teeth after he spoke those remorseful yet affectionate words.

Eyes fluttering shut, “Cho I’m s-so close.” your orgasm hits you quicker than you expected, your insides vibrating around his cock. “I’m sorry baby, so-so-so-so sorry.” Choso repeated over and over, you were puzzled as to why he would be sorry. It wasn’t till he pulled out and drove in rougher than before that you realized.

That wasn’t enough for him, he had no intention of stopping after your first orgasm.

Fucking you stupid and all you did was lay there and take it. You couldn’t even make any noise, just laying there, breathing heavily. “You feel so gooood, pretty warm pussy.” His words made you squirm, forcing more vocal reactions from you. Continuing to rub your swollen clit, this time sloppier.

“Nngh-fuck. N-n-no more-” Outright whining before he lets up from your clit, only to accommodate you before hammering you harder than before, his movements growing sloppier.

He pulls you by the chin, turning your head to face him. “Can I fill you up nice and good baby? My cum’ll make you feel better.” He reassured, his dick pulsating inside of you. You nod eagerly and that’s all he needed. A few more pumps and you both climaxed, his hot thick ropes of cum filling you up, mixing with your lewd juices that are just as warm as the inside of your pussy.

Legs spasming as you turn your head to the side, closing your eyes and drifting away before you know it. 

–

The light peeking through the window, shining in annoyingly. Eyes fluttering open, you’re met with Choso sitting in a chair near the bed. Leaning forward with a worrisome look on his face, elbows well-rested on his thighs. “I’m not doing that again to you while you’re sick.” His tone filled with fear.

A smile on your lips. “I do feel a lot better though.”

This is wild but others may be into it (I am others).

warnings: MDNI, fem!reader, age gaps, p in v, praises, DILF.

Unc!Kuna who you’ve met briefly at a few of the Itadori’s family gatherings. Yuji dragged you there because you had to meet the person he annoys with his crazy antics all the time. His eyes on you from the very first time Yuji brought a girl to a gathering.

Unc!Kuna who’s always wearing a tank top that shows off his beefy muscles, tattoos alongside both of his strong arms, pinkish hair that resembles Yuji’s with a few grey strands peeking out. A few scars on his face and arms as if he’d been in a lot of fights throughout his youth. He was in his mid forties, you’ve never quite had an interest in older men but he sure looked appetizing.

Unc!Kuna who seemed rather content when he found out you and Yuji are just friends. Asking all kinds of questions just to get to know you better all while using the weak excuse that he examines all of Yuji’s company (he doesn’t), just to make sure. Shutting Yuji up when he’s about to expose his uncle for lying.

Unc!Kuna who’d offer you snacks whenever you stopped by his place searching for Yuji, keeping your company till he showed up. Surprisingly, always having your favorite snacks on pure coincidence, ‘cause there’s no way he asked Yuji what kind of snacks were your favorite nor does he enjoy the way your face lights up whenever he shows up with said snacks.

Unc!Kuna who’d make your heart flutter whenever he complimented you on your hair or clothes and how you’re always so delicately dressed in vibrant colors with accessories to match. To which you’d shyly brush off because he must be only saying that to be nice.

Unc!Kuna who doesn’t seem bothered by your company, practically forcing Yuji to bring you over to his house more times than you should be. His place becoming your designated hang out spot, enjoying all kinds of stories he’d tell you about his youth, even pulling out pictures from when he was in a gang. He did have that bad guy vibe about him and it honestly wasn’t helping the fact that you were not supposed to be attracted to your best friend’s uncle.

Unc!Kuna who occasionally calls you ‘doll’. That being the only way he’d call you, you almost begin to think he doesn’t know your actual name. But of course he did, your precious name fell from his lips more than he’d like to admit. Late nights of him stroking his cock in your honor, zooming in on the pictures Yuji’d sent him, by his petition of course. His desires get the better of him, cumming pathetically to the sight of his nephew’s friend.

Unc!Kuna who found you by his doorstep with tears streaming down your face. A bad breakup between you and a boyfriend that Sukuna never cared to know about, picking up fragile pieces that should’ve been treated with care from the beginning. Perplexed when he learned that the reason you were crying is actually because you couldn’t beat the girl’s ass that you found him cheating with. He found it hilarious that you had this kind of fire in you.

Unc!Kuna who’d check up on you more regularly than he should. Inviting you over to his place without Yuji being there, just you and him talking about whatever. Crossing lines that you probably should’ve respected but now it’s too late, you’re in way too deep to even process things anymore. 

Sat on his lap, straddling him comfortably as you whined about how good he was pounding you. “M-Mr. S-S-Sukuna–” stumbling on your words.

“Ryo baby.” He corrected with a sly smirk on his lips, guiding you to bounce on his cock. Fingers digging in the soft flesh of your ass, flexing those broad muscles of his, loud slaps echoing throughout the whole house. “Go ahead, say it.” He ordered, hitting the right spot to make your head spin.

Prying sweet moans from your lips, you were sure his neighbors would be complaining afterwards. Rocking your hips as he soaks up those lovely expressions you made while your gummy walls hugged his dick. 

“C’mon sweetheart, cry out my name.” your lips trembled to call out his name, yet you didn’t feel it appropriate. Funny how that is where you draw the line.

With the amount of time you’ve known him, he’s been the type to get what he wants sooner or later. “Being naughty, huh? Weren’t you begging me to put it in? Least you can do is give an old man what he desires.” Tilting his head slightly to the side, a provoking gleam in those eyes of his.

Sukuna shifts his weight, angling so he can fuck you from underneath. His thrusts became brutal, “R-Ryo–so, ha! good.” eyes rolling to the back of your head as he used your body in whatever way he saw fit. “That’s it baby–mmm–takin’ me so well.” he praised in between grunts, groaning as your pussy clenched his shaft.

“Fuck–baby, haaa–you’re sucking me in.” His tone playful, moving his hands to your waist to steady you. Tears strayed from your eyes as he fucked you mercilessly, your head a complete blur.

Eyes heavy on the way his cock appeared and disappeared into your cunt. “Such a sweet pussy, you’ve always wanted this haven’t ya?” Shaking your head in dismissal, “Oh no baby, no need to lie.” He teases.

“N-no I–” you try to defend, he sits up properly, fucking you deeper. Ignoring your attempts to play off the fact that you’ve wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Making a mess of your body, you’ve never been fucked this way.

Pleasure building in your stomach, “p-please don’t s-s-stop.” Sukuna cracks a smile, “See, you can be honest, doll.” He relished in the way you responded so well to his touches. And his cock of course.

Picking you up from the couch, a soft gasp escaping you. “Mr. Suku–” “Ryo.” He said with a serious tone, the whole room went quiet as if making the mistake of calling him Mr. again would cause you to regret it. 

“Sorry–Mmmph!”” Mid-apology he raises you only to bring you crashing back down on his dick. Spilling more apologies with the faith hope he’ll go a bit easier. “Ryo–so nghh–”

“Use your words sweetheart, what is it?” Sukuna spoke with a soft gentleness and a look on his face like he’d do anything to please you right now. His thrusts, anything but gentle.

Just heavy breathing as you struggle to get the words out, “c-c-close.” you manage, a devilish grin ran across his lips. Fucking you hard while you drown his cock in your juices, pussy squeezing him tight! as your legs spasms, “Fuuckk–” Sukuna crashes his lips against yours, swallowing the loud cries that fell from those pretty lips.

A puddle in your mind, now filling you to the brim with his load. Holding you in place so you don’t spill a single drop. Pulling away from your swollen lips slowly to look you in the eyes, a crimson color you never truly acknowledge till this moment.

Both breathing heavy as you let this precious time pass. Taking a seat on the couch, sitting you on his lap nicely. “You did good, doll.” He praises, brushing a strand of hair from out of your face. Your cheeks hot with embarrassment.

How could you fuck your best friend’s uncle?

Pretty Divider by: @/pixopix