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Pairing: StalkerPlug!Choso x Reader cw: fem!reader, Choso is kinda creepy and awkward, shy, mentions of drugs and alc, frat party, stalker vibes from Choso, Obessed with reader, SMUT, sucking his d, masturbation

for my sweet: @magnol1aaa3 I HOPE U LIKKEE

Your plug, just some alternative looking guy you bought your fix from.

The price for his baggies was suspiciously cheap, but hey, a girl can't complain.

You knew his name and what days were best to meet up with him at the park near your dorm. That's about it. He was kinda cute.

He knew much more.

Much so much muuuch more about you.

you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.

the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.

that’s when you saw him.

tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.

you stumbled over with a bright smile.

“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”

sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.

“yeah?” he asked, voice low.

you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.

“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”

sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.

you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.

“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”

his grip on your waist tightened just a little.

“you’re drunk,” he murmured.

“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”

sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.

he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.

“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”

he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.

“stay?” you asked softly.

sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.

it’s the first time you’ve all tried this, and the moment suguru starts pushing in alongside satoru, satoru lets out a shaky, breathless laugh.

“holy shit— this is so tight,” he whines, eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed to your shoulder. his cock twitches hard as your pussy stretches around both of them, slick and burning. “i can feel you, suguru—oh my god, i can feel your dick rubbing against mine.”

“shut up,” suguru grits out, but his voice is weak, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. he’s trying to stay calm, but the way your walls flutter and squeeze around them both is driving him insane. every tiny shift makes him feel satoru’s cock sliding against his, hot and throbbing. “fuck… she’s taking us so well.”

you’re shaking between them, stuffed full, stretched to your limit. a broken moan spills from your lips and both men groan in unison.

satoru starts moving first—shallow, desperate little thrusts that make suguru curse under his breath. “slow down, you idiot— ahh, shit—” suguru’s hips jerk anyway, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat. they’re both panting, sweat-slicked chests pressed to your body, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.

you’re still shaking from the two orgasms they pulled out of you earlier with their tongues, licking and sucking until you were sobbing and oversensitive. now every single nerve feels raw and electric. the stretch of both cocks at once is almost too much — too intense, too full, every tiny movement sending sparks shooting up your spine.

“she’s so fucking wet,” satoru gasps, half-laughing, half-moaning. “i’m gonna cum so fast, this is embarrassing—”

“me too,” suguru admits through gritted teeth, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone. his hips snap harder, chasing the tight drag of your cunt and the filthy slide of satoru’s cock against his own. “can’t— can’t hold it.”

they start moving together, messy and uncoordinated, both of them whimpering and cursing every time they thrust in at the same time. the pressure is insane. the feeling of being pressed so tightly against each other inside you is too much.

satoru comes first with a loud moan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you. the moment his cock pulses, suguru follows right after—groaning long and low, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you too. they cum at the same time, thick and hot, both cocks twitching against each other while your pussy milks them dry.

they stay buried inside you, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together above your shoulder.

satoru lets out a weak, almost delirious laugh.

“we’re doing that again… like… immediately.”

suguru just groans, still twitching. “shut up… but yeah.”

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toji had never expected you'd come with such a high libido.

all he has to do is breathe funny and the next second he'll catch you giving him that look.

he never thought he'd get tired of having sex. even as he’s confiding in shiu the words feel wrong leaving his throat.

of course shiu wouldn't understand, he tells toji he should be thanking the universe for bringing him a girlfriend like you, says he'd give an arm and a leg to have his own living breathing 'fleshlight' waiting for him at home.

"god, don't call her a fleshlight."

"what? you told me yourself that when you get home her hands zip down your fly before you can even lock the door. if that's not a living fucktoy i don't know what is."

it wasn't always like this, but looking back on it he finds that the signs were there from the start.

when he was meeting your parents for the first time and you 'accidentally' kept resting your hand on his dick under the table.

when you'd beg to sit on his lap any chance you got, using the excuse of 'getting comfortable' to grind your ass down on his bulge—and when confronted about it you played dumb.

𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂₁₈₊

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬.

a/n: sub sukuna needs to be preached more idc i need that man whimpering and growling. tied up. gagged. all of it gimme that dick

sukuna was a dirty man. for you only, of course. with fierce loyalty to his perfect wife, he worshipped every aspect of you. if it were socially acceptable and not a blow to his dignity, he'd crawl and kiss the very ground you walked on. he opts for stealing appreciating your lingerie instead.

on nights you worked late and he hadn't seen you the whole day (he devoted himself as a house husband), he'd slip his needy hands into your laundry hamper, finding your lacy underwear, or a frisky g-string.

you'd caught him in the act just as you came home from a particularly long day. his punishment (or blissful dream)?

you, fucking him until he's shooting blanks. with the stolen thong stuffed in his mouth so he's unable to complain.

his voice was a muffled growl, breaths punctuated by your eager bouncing. one of your hands held his bigger wrists above his head, the other occupied with rolling his nipple in between your fingers.

"y'know, i've been wondering where all my panties went. just can't wait 'til i get home, huh?" you're obviously getting a kick out of seeing your dear husband pinned to the mattress, his mouthy self unable to talk back for once. you pinched his nipple playfully, ripping a sudden moan from his stuffed lips.

"you like that, huh, 'kuna? you're so dirty..."

your hips sped up at an impossible pace, pressing sukuna's body into the bed with each nasty grind. the wet squelches of your pussy increased in volume, both you and sukuna's moans wanton and borderline pornographic.

you noticed quickly that sukuna's eyes aren't on you, but the red g-string you pulled to the side. his favorite.

you let go of his wrists, a knowing smirk on your face. "aw, you love these ones, don't you? surprised you haven't taken them yet."

his hands all but flew to your body, rubbing up and down your plush thighs, paying special attention to your hips, where the g-string settled over like a ribbon to a present. his groans diverged into broken moans, his legs shaky as he met your hips.

"gonna cum again, handsome? go on." you rolled your hips in the way that always gets sukuna to whine, his head tossing back into the fluffed pillows.

his hands gripped your waist like his life depended on it, ruined whimpers practically begging you to let him cum.

who were you to resist?

"haah, just like that, 'kuna. cum for me." those simple words were enough for sukuna to thrust deep inside of your warmth, staining your walls a creamy white.

and when you didn't stop after his orgasm? he whined and moaned, unable to voice his overstimulation with your panties silencing him. some masochistic aspect in himself didn't want you to stop either.

"what's wrong, baby? you owe me for taking my favorite underwear."

it was only after you had him shooting blanks and on the verge of tears that you let him go, whispering honeyed words of praise.

sukuna wouldn't choose to be anywhere else.

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⤿ ꒰ how sukuna likes to fuck you ⭒ sensual sex ꒱

sukuna doesn't fuck fast.

he didn't have to. not when he's got your pretty slit gaped and fucked-out on his girth, struggling to take him. not when his second dick slid between your folds and stroked your clit just right. not when his mouth worshipped your skin, as if you were both salvation and sin.

he didn't have to ram his hips into yours at a blinding pace. he preferred the slow, abrupt shlaps! his balls would smack against your ass and trembled pussy.

he wanted you to feel every inch of him. every vein that throbbed for you. every smooch of his creaming tip into your sweet spots he knew like the back of his hand.

sukuna didn't fuck fast. but he fucked hard.

tempered. control. each thrust marked his ownership into your gummy walls. your slick splattered across your thighs marred, worshipped, by a pair of hellish hands. another two cupped your breasts. one thumb slowly swirling on a nipple while the other fell victim to his eagerly sucking lips.

“do you feel me, petal?” he breathed. rocking his hips in just the right angle.

you mewled, hands buried into his hair. "kuna. . .”

another ram. every inch stuffed into your oozing cunt. then paused. so that you felt the entirety of him. throbbing. thick.

you hiccuped a whine and bucked your hips into his with a feverish need. “k-kuna—!”

“none of that,” he hissed. your clit's pinched between his fingers. he rubs slow, firm, agonising. you cry into the heat of it all. “say my name. say it properly.”

tears trickle down your face. only to be kissed away. he cradles you with the same hands that brings your ruin.

“s-su. . .” he pulled out to the tip. your pussy gushed.

he drawled. “go on.”

“sukun. . . —ah!” plunging back in. his towering frame consumed you. two hands bundled your ass and flushed you up into him. his slow, battering thrusts return. all you can do is cry out his name and tear your fingers down his muscled back.

“gonna cum,” you croaked.

“then cum for me,” he rasped. “cum for me. cum for your husband.”

because here, in these four walls. he was no king of curses. only your husband.