♀ivy venus♀

“Brat.”

Now that gave you pause.

You lay frozen in the dark, blinking wildly at the shadowed bulk on the couch opposite you, trembling hand still tucked into your slick panties. Maybe you’d imagined it, the gruff, familiar voice of your best friend curling out from the darkness.

But Sukuna wasn’t stupid, it wouldn’t have taken a detective to figure out what you were doing. Not with all the frantic breathing and the half muffled moans barely caught by the damp fabric of your pillow.

“Sorry,” you swallowed a thick, dry breath before you continued, “just needed to… uh…”

The lump on the sofa across from you began to shift, and you realised as your eyes slowly adjusted that he was rising to his feet, slipping free from the sheets with a low groan and a few muted cracks.

You followed suit, pulling yourself to your elbows before a sharp and disappointed tut made you stop.

“Stay where you are,” came the short command, “don’t move.”

After a moment of pause, you acquiesced and settled back onto your belly, arms outstretched to clutch your pillow beneath your chin.

Sukuna approached without another word, a broad shadow eclipsing your vision until you felt the delicate thrum of fingers dancing along your lower back.

“Hips up.”

Your pulse raced, that familiar sticky heat licking up your neck at the sternness of his tone. When you complied, he shoved a pillow beneath your hipbones, forcing your spine into a severe arch.

“Good.”

Thick fingers hooked over your waistband, tugging your sleep shorts down with little effort. You shivered against the cool kiss of air for only a moment before you were blanketed by his body heat as he settled into place behind you. There was the barely audible shuffle of clothing in the still silence before you felt him - the grind of thick inches pressed against you, hard and raw.

“Deep breath,” he murmured, waiting to hear the shaky pull of air from your lips before he finally nudged inside.

He sunk in slowly, let you map each pulsing vein stretching your tight heat until you felt the delicate tickle of hair at his base, and your eyes rolled back.

“Oh… S’kuna…” you breathed, a whiny little exhale slurred where your cheek was pressed against the pillow.

He hit deep like this, so deep that with each breath you could feel him poking incessantly at what could have been your stomach for all you knew. It was stunning, enough to make your thighs tremble and a spineless little moan escape you.

He gave no reply, just slipped out a few dizzying inches before pressing back inside with a wet sucking slap. He set a steady pace, not rushed or particularly delicate - firm and intentional, just like everything he did.

“Don’t know why you insist on touching yourself like that,” he grunted, head craned so that you could feel the puff of his breath against your sweat-soaked nape with each accusatory syllable, “when you’ve got a perfectly good cock right here.”

As if to prove his point, his thrusts slowed - firm deep pumps pulled all the way out only to sink back inside with a force that pulled a broken little sound from your throat.

His voice was low and serious, still thick with sleep as he worked you open with the practised roll of his hips. The weight of his words sent a little tremor of need through you, and you heard him curse when you clenched around his length.

“Didn’t -hn-… want to wake you…” you panted, tongue slipping on the words as your brain gave in to the fuzzy haze of pleasure beginning to settle over you.

Each nudge earned a sticky slap, heavy balls smacking against your creamy cunt as he took you apart, fucked you into the couch in a mean prone bone.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s yours,” He grunted, hips pressed snug into a mean grind that had little blinking stars dancing in the blackness behind your eyes. “So use it, whenever you want.”

His bluntness, alongside the kiss of his cockhead against your cervix made you writhe desperately, tenfold when with the next rock of his hips you felt the slick sheen of the leather sofa graze your tender clit.

Your brain was foggy, swirling with obscene images of waltzing into his room whenever you pleased, tugging down his sweats and settling down onto his fat cock like you belonged there, using him like a toy who’s only purpose was to get you off.

“You… hn-… you mean it?” You sniffled, cheek smushed to the side just to throw a desperate glance over your shoulder.

“Fuck, of course I do,” he growled, breaths coming a little frantic now, “I’ve said it before haven’t I? My hands, my mouth, my fucking thigh if you want.”

Knuckles dug into the couch cushions either side of your head, and his lips grazed your throat, the shell of your ear, the delicate hair curling at the nape of your neck.

“So I don’t want to see you touching this needy little pussy again. No toys, no fingers, no humping the goddamn pillow, got it?”

You buried your face between your arms and nodded limply, sinking into the sheets, feeling less and less lucid with each targeted buck.

“so you’re there for what then?” utahime wasn’t trying to come off as pushy, fr. she was just looking out for you, and if that meant asking you the hard questions so you can realize something, then so be it. “because you’re not having sex, even though that’s the point of your relationship with him—“

“he’s also a friend,” you interrupt.

shoko tries to conceal a smirk and utahime raises a brow. “a friend? since when?”

“since…like…the beginning. it is called friends with benefits, not strangers with..uh…yeah,” you mutter, not even believing yourself. “i don’t see why it’s a big deal if i take a nap here and there at his place. it’s not like he’s even there half the time.”

“it’s not a big deal. but it’s also not sex. and it’s also something that—again—isn’t giving your labeled relationship,” utahime points, its silent for a moment, both shoko and utahime see the internal conflict you’re waging inside your head. and still with everything they said, you just give them a lazy sigh.

“it’s fine. you guys are stressin’ me out,” you take a bite from one of shoko’s chips.

“we weren’t trying too,” utahime defends with a frown, clearly frustrated with your laid back behavior to not realize you’re walking a dangerous path right now. but still you give them a shrug, glancing at your phone before standing up.

“i haveta go to class, ill see you guys later.”

it was cycle. you do something with sukuna that doesn’t have to do with sex. you mention it to your best friends. they get inside your head pointing out the flaws in this game you’re playing. you ignore them —too lazy and scared to actually address it. then you have sex with sukuna. and thus the cycle continues.

but this time was different.

maybe this time they did get a little deeper inside your head. is it weird to take naps at his place? is it weird that you’re wearing his t-shirt right now?

your head falls on your laptop.

fuuuuckkk.

“you good?” the deep voice sent immediate shiver down your spines.

sukuna sat on the outdoor table beside your closed laptop. head tilted back letting out the smoke he’d just inhaled.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, resting your cheek on your laptop as you look up at the man that’s causing your headaches at the moment.

sukuna snorts, manspreading on the table, big thighs stretching against the material of his black jeans as he leans back on his tatted arm. the cigarette hangs between his lips as he takes another sharp inhale. you wait patiently for him to smoke, ignoring the brief tingle you feel when his ring clad fingers brush your hair back.

“you seem wound up,” he catches the way your nose scrunches when the smoke hits your face. a low curse slips his lips as he puts the bud out quickly. “sorry,” he mutters.

you just hum, not fully realizing how sweet that was. too in your head about your other actions surrounding this man that you just close your eyes when his hand continues to pet you.

“you’re actin’ like a damn cat,” he snorts, making you hum not caring. and he doesn’t stop either, even when you move to rest your head on his thigh, eyes doting up at him as you scrutinize his expression as if that’ll give you the answers to whether he’s clocking something you’re not seeing.

but even so, you don’t realize how him brushing the stray hairs from your face and caressing your cheek gently with his warm palm, is very intimate. neither of you realizing that the people passing by are thinking you guys are just another couple in the courtyard.

“you have class later?” he changes the subject.

you hum again. still lost in the thought. his thigh was warm under your cheek, or maybe it was the other way around. and he smelled really good.

“you just gonna hum all day?”

you hum, and he rolls his eyes. but nonetheless he continues talking. “you wanna go sleep at my place till your class?”

you freeze.

his brow quirks feeling your body stiffen.

“you wanna fuck?” you mumble up at him.

his brow furrows even more. “thought you were tired.” you don’t respond and that confused him more. “you sure you good?”

“ya…”

but then you sit up, hand brushing up his thigh, before intentionally pressing against his soft cock making him jerk slightly up. his eyes dart, pressing a hand over yours. “i wanna fuck.”

and maybe it was his fault for not questioning your weird behavior because you’re in his frat in minutes, he has you bent over the couch, house empty, as he slams his hips into you, dragging his fat cock through your walls.

yes this is more like it.

just sex.

“fuck you’re actin weird as shit,” he grunts, pushing your shirt up to reveal the dip in your spine, biting his lip as he unclasps your bra, hand coming up to cup and twist your nipples.

“m’ not—haah angh—feels good,” your nails dig into the couch cushion as he picks up the pace, hand coming down on your ass hard. “angh faster! fuck—ryo!”

sukuna swears under his breath, hand pressing into your back making you arch even more, his hand lifts your thigh to rest on the couch as he slides deeper, railing into you. “angh haah ahh-“ your moans we’re slightly louder than usual, it had sukuna even more concerned, but still he drove into you like a bull. knocking the wind out of you with every thrust, his head falling back, hearing the loud squelching fill the room.

even though you were both fully clothed, and in the living room. sukuna would definitely consider this one of messiest sex you’ve had together. maybe because of how desperate you were acting.

“haah you’re fuck—haah fuck slow down,” he grunts, cheeks flushed as you slam back into him, whining, when he’d pull back.

“what the fuck—!” the loud screech had sukuna groaning in annoyance, because appearing from the hallway is non-other than a sleep deprived gojo.

“ahh ryo!—“ you gasp in shock and pleasure, unintentionally clenching him making him buckle.

“seriously! we literally said no fucking on the goddamn couches!!” gojo shrieks, pulling his hair with a flushed face because you weren’t stopping.

“get out!” sukuna grunts, cheek stinging red because you were burying your face in your arms on the couch, moans just as loud and ass still slamming into him, you’ve definitely lost it and he was trying desperately not to stop and make you moody.

“me get out?!??” gojo scoffs loud, irritated. “if you get any cum on the fucking couch you’re paying for a new one!” he cries, storming back to his room and slamming the door loud to get his point across.

“fuck—haah you close—?” sukuna pants, even though this was supposed to be a quickie you were taking longer to get there, almost dragging it out on purpose. “ngh I’m gonna cum—“ he grunts, hand coming in front, rubbing tight quick circles on your clit making you buckle, whining out.

“more,” your nails dig into the cushion, drooling. “ryo!” with a final shaky slam of his hips you finally cum. lips parting into an o. eyes rolling back, as sukuna quickly and finally follows. you whine feeling him fill you up, neither of you clocking that you have class in an hour and hate when he cums inside when you have to go somewhere.

but it just felt so good.

his head falls forward, hands rubbing up and down your sides, before slowly pulling out. he’s careful not to drip, expression twisting when he tucks his wet dick back in his pants just so he can quickly scoop you up.

“don’t have the money for another couch,” he mutterers leading you back to his room. you sigh pulling your clothes off as you lay back on his bed. his brow quirks.

“I’m gonna nap,” you state. yes because this makes sense. you’ve had sex so now your friends can’t say anything.

sukuna shakes his head pulling his shirt off and kicking his jeans to the side, before crashing beside you. and it was natural as he laid on his stomach, pulling you back to his chest, throwing a leg over you, tangling your legs together. his face pressed into your neck, inhaling your fuzzy soft scent, sighing gently as he falls asleep.

and it didn’t matter that you skipped class later. or that you decided to stay the night at his. or that you both watched a movie on his laptop before you rode his cock again just to prove something to your friends again.

sukuna groans, a low rumble deep in his chest. he spreads his legs further apart as you bounce harder, chest heaving and face flushed.

“haah you’re actin’ different,” sukuna comments mid fuck. chest flushed and sweaty, kneading your ass as you lean forward, caging him for better balance.

“h-how?” you manage to respond with a slight clip, but your whiny moan does little to help. you were definitely much louder than usual too. too clarify, he wasn’t upset, he was just concerned.

“fuck—like now,” he grunts, helping you ride his aching nine inch dick, ass slamming down to meet his thighs as your face hovers above his. your cheeks flush and tits practically in his face with every bounce.

“I’m riding your dick, wha—ah haah—what’s weird about that??” you whine, he felt so good. he always does, his muscles flex underneath you, veins popping from his arms as he grips your ass and thrusts sharply up.

you gasp loud, head falling against his shoulder.

“you ovulating?

you only moan, pushing up to ride his cock faster, you meet his own thrusts, thighs sticking to him as your cum collects at his base mixing with his pre. the white frothy ring slides everywhere creating a mess every-time you bounce. your lips kiss his sharp jawline, eyes glossy and face beyond flustered, too consumed by the pleasure to bother responding to him.

“s’it okay for me to cum in ya?” sukuna doesn’t stop his rhythm, but you’re starting to get irritated.

“what? afraid I’ll get angh pregnant?” your words cut right through his nerves, immediately setting him off. “would you even take responsibility?” you mutter the last part, not realizing you’d said it aloud until an irritated sukuna stills.

“fuck is your problem, woman?”

“nothing,” you huff, trying to bounce, but he’s holding you still on his lap. cock pulsing in your belly, pushing into your abdomen as you grind. “ryo,” you whine.

his sharp jaw is tight, thick brows creasing in irritation, scrutinizing your expression as you try to move against his grip on your waist, but it really was no use. his arms flex, tattoos shiny against the layer of sweat over them, chest heaving in sync with yours as you tilt your head back, trying to sit up, but he’s keeping you on him.

“you’re acting like a bitch,” he spits.

you scoff, “I’m tryna fuck and you keep asking me questions throwing me off, your dick isn’t fucking easy to ride you know.” you lie about the first part.

his eyes roll to the back of his skull, “as if you don’t fucking talk my ear off every time we fuck. god forbid i ask a fucking question about why you’ve got the biggest stick up y’r ass and you act like I fucking ate your mom or some shit. I can practically see the fucking stick comin’ out y’r damn throat!”

you frown, deep and annoyed. and he reciprocates it, but his arms lace around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest completely caging you with his arms tight. your arms fall around his shoulders as he spreads his muscular thighs, feet fully planting on the bed, before lifting his hips up with a sharp thrust up. all happening in seconds.

“angh! ryo!— you ch-an’t just—ahh”

“I can’t what? fuck this shitty attitude outta ya? huh? isn’t this what y’ wanted?”

he locks you against his broad chest, hands holding his forearms around your back as he drills into you, your moans pick up again, face pressed into his shoulder, body jolting with every thrust, his cock ruthlessly sliding through your folds hitting your sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy.

the wet claps fill the air once again, along with sukuna’s loud grunts. clearly taking his frustrations out on you. you whine even more, his hairy pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each thrust, making you clench, the knot coiling tighter.

“angh—cumm-cumming ryo—fuck—haa—“ your eyes fill with tears, the white pleasure crashing into you as you cry out, tears and spit staining his neck as you shake. but his rough thrusts don’t stop, his grip on you doesn’t seize, drilling into way past your limit as you squirm. “w-wait ryo—i-can’t!”

but you don’t say the safe word, and sukuna doesn’t release his grip, throaty grunts spilling from his lips, hand pressing against the back of your head grasping your hair and pulling your face up to his. his gaze locking on your lips immediately attacking them.

you whine as his tongue forces itself into your mouth, you’re at his mercy, completely fucked stupid as he grips your ass, squeezing the flesh before cracking a rough hand down. “angh!” your body jerks with a cry as he slap another rough hand down on the same spots.

“fuckin’ haah brat,” he spits, out of breath. squeezing the flesh again.

“ryo—!” you’re shaking above him. body weak as he continues railing into you, his chest heaving, panting as sweat trickles down his flushed face.

“fuck—spit in my mouth,” he groans out, edging himself closer as you shake above him. your hand weak against his jaw as you lift your face away from his for a second before gathering a thick amount in your mouth.

his jaw locks open, tongue hanging out as he pants like a dog, just as fucked out as you, eyes glossy and cheeks stained pink before you let a glob of spit fall onto his tongue. a throaty groan rumbles through his chest, swallowing it, before pulling your face back to his lips, giving you one last measured thrust, fat cock head hitting your cervix as he releases inside you immediately.

the pleasure blinds him, racking through his body as he fills you up with his thick cum. his hips locked into yours as you squirm and tremble on top of him. body falling limp as you feel the swell in your belly. he groans again, even deeper and louder, eyes screwed shut, jaw slightly agape as he gives a few more lazy thrusts up, milking all of his creamy frustrations.

his arm loosens around you, the other brushing the back of your head as you tremble against his shoulder. soft pants fanning against his neck. body absolutely numb.

your chest is stuck to his as he catches his breath.

“you okay?” he huffs out, clearly still irritated.

you hum.

but he still swears under his breath when you tremble when he pulls out, his hand instinctively soothing down your back as he sits up.

“fuck, I’m sore,” you mutter, eyes heavy as sukuna leans back on his arms glancing at you. the bruises on your waist and ass a clear sign of your statement.

it was silent. you knew he was still upset, and you didn’t know why.

you watch silently once he steps out of the bathroom with just a pair of clean sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, his hand fixing his bulge, then scratching his happy trail. his thick brows were still knit together and his expression a clear give away.

“what’s your problem?” you finally blurt.

he glances up, lips drawn tight, body tense, muscles flexing under his tattoos, because you were still at his place, now in his clean sweater and shorts. he didn’t say anything when he cleaned you with a warm towel, or when he gently examined the bruises, hand gentle as he brushed over them knowing they’ll darken a bit more by tomorrow, or when he handed you his clothes to change into.

“you tell me,” he grunts, walking to his phone charging on his desk. purposely ignoring your concerns now, just like you did with him.

“is this about the pregnant comment? i was just like…not there, and didn’t mean it…okay,” you huff, trying to fix what happened. because of course you find a way to fuck up when that’s literally the opposite of what you were trying to do.

“it’s not about that, fuck woman, you’re the one that’s been uptight all day. then you get mad at me for asking what’s wrong. like fuck! blame a man for being fucking concerned, shit,” he rubs his face, annoyingly wound up.

your brows crease even more, but this time your heart is thumping loud against your chest.

even sukuna was growing more and more frustrated because of how weirdly frustrated he was getting. why does he care? fuck!

you’re sitting up on his bed, hands in your lap, trying to sift through your many thoughts, trying to piece this problem together. you fiddle with his sleeves, too anxious to look up at him all angry and heaving.

“i wasn’t tryin’ to come off like that,” you mutter, “i just wanted to take my mind off things….and uh…and i guess it just came out more when we were having sex.” you confess, though concealing parts of it.

“you can just tell me that then. but you kept fucking dismissing me like a fuckin’ idiot which was pissing me off,” he snaps, taking another deep breath when he notices your bowed head. fuck, what’s happening right now?? you never act this weird or anxious, and it was only serving to concern him and he’s getting pissed off for what? fuck this is all getting so confusing!

“sorry,” you mumble, pressing your sleeve covered hands against your cheeks.

sukuna presses a hand to his nose, now he’s got a fucking headache.

“s’ fine,” he mutters. almost regretting the fact that you’re apologizing so meekly now.

….

you bite your cheek. the silence so fucking suffocating.

you glance up at him through your lashes, curious about his reaction. but he’s still rubbing his temple. should you leave? you glance at the blinking clock on his nightstand. 11:48pm.

you can probably catch the last bus home.

“do you need water?”

you jump at the sudden voice. glancing up again, lips parting as he types something on his phone before tossing it back on his desk, full attention on you. his brow quirks at your silence.

your lips part again, and his brows crease in more irritated concerns. “babe,” the name was low, almost threatening in the way that he practically forces your reply immediately.

“i think i should go home.”

his face contorts. “what?”

your throat goes dry. forehead sweating.

“i don’t know! okay!!” you blurt out, catching him off guard, especially when you’re clenching your hands tight.

your brain is scrambling for a coherent thought, but it was all a mess. fuck! your hands slap your face, hard, sukuna winces watching you fall to your side and bury your face in his comforter. “fuckk,” you groan, loud and frustrated, pressing your face even deeper into the mattress. fuck utahime! fuck shoko! you scream internally. this was exactly the mess you did NOT want to fucking address!!!!

“hey.”

your chest tightens as you feel his heavy hand on your back hearing him kneel beside the bed. you remain still, back rising and falling, completely out of breath from your minor crash out, because for the first time you were so fucking unsure of yourself. and him.

“i didn’t say you had to leave,” he struggles to reassure you. brows pinched and nerves wound.

your brain hurts even more hearing him talk right now. fuck! “that’s why i said—“

“i can’t fuckin’ hear you.”

you sigh, turning your face slightly, your mouth no longer covered by the bed as you mutter out again, “that’s why i said i think i should leave.”

and he sighs, loud and frustrated. crimson eyes heavy with exhaustion pressing his forehead on the bed. you bite your cheek watching his bare back rise and fall like a beast controlling himself. his hand had slid to your wrist when you turned, unmoving in his grasp. almost grounding him in a sense.

should you voice your concerns? but there are no concerns! only your friends had one. it’s not even a big deal, seriously who the fuck even cares about labels. and there’s already a label on this! this doesn’t need to be addressed, especially with the headache and confusion it’s causing you and him. you just need to fucking breathe and go off on them.

“it’s late, just stay.”

your fist tightens around the comforter. he lifts his head, your eyes trail over the tattoos that mark his sharp handsome features, watching the way he licks his bottom lip in thought, and his dark eyes darting across your face before meeting your wavering gaze.

you sigh, because there’s that ugly twist in your gut again when he looks at you. the one that’s making you doubt your own brain. you close your eyes again, thoughts a mess. your lips part with a gentle exhale once he caresses your head, fingers gentle as they move your hair back, thumb brushing your cheekbones.

his heart is hammering against his chest. it was unusual. he didn’t know what else to say, or what was getting you so upset, if that’s what you are right now. either way, it was irritating him in an unfamiliar way and he wasn’t sure if the right thing to do was to let you leave. maybe he just didn’t want to think about it too much or else he’ll find himself in that annoying headspace that gojo and geto keep pushing him in when they comment about you, or the way he acts with you—

“i think I’m getting my period soon,” you lie, and you hope he doesn’t know, but even he feels more unsure because he’s playing along knowing your period had already passed, but he hums in mock understanding. because really he doesn’t understand.

“so you’re staying,” he says it more of a command then a question, even though his eyes hesitantly wait for you to refuse, but luckily you just hum, maybe sleeping through this confusion will make you better.

it wouldn’t get worse if he’s sliding under the covers with you, movements slightly more careful, afraid he might disturb you and cause you to leave. and it wouldn’t get worse if he’s beginning to relax especially when you turn over, sliding closer to him and throwing your leg over his thigh naturally, the way you always do, and lay your head on his shoulder.

or when his calloused palm brushes your back, trailing up to your cheek as you stare up at him. the distant look in your eyes still there as he tries to decipher what you’re thinking. but he’s not a mind reader.

maybe you shouldn’t do this, but you do anyways. your lips peck his jaw, sighing once you trail the kisses up to his swollen lips.

he hums, holding your throat gently, humming at the softness of your lips.

he ignores the way your fists clench around the sleeves of your sweater, or the way your eyes look just a bit more glossy when you pull away. his thumb brushes your jaw, holding you and bringing you back to his lips.

it was like that for some time.

your soft pants mixed with his as you made out. your fingers tickling his shoulder and cheek as he kept his arm around you securely. his hand holding your face leading the kiss, ignoring the fear twisting inside him that you’ll leave. and you were stupidly grateful for the distraction. his lips wet and hot as you sighed again.

“ryo…”

his chest tightened, the soft call of his name sent a flurry of emotions raging through him, his chest felt hot under your touch, his arm had slid to hold your upper thigh resting on his stomach. his grip tightening just a bit, but he hummed, low and deep from his chest. lips still kissing you, begging you to be careful what you say next.

but of course, you’re not a mind reader, and neither is he, because you just press into his firm body more, humming with satisfaction when your lips pull away, spit mixing together as you catch your breath, soft thumb skimming his bottom lip, pulling it down as you admire him. eyes so clearly filled with distance, but a hint of admiration.

“you look pretty.” his compliment fills the quiet space of his bedroom.

unaware of the heartache that it causes you as you smile softly, leaning close to his lips before muttering a gentle, “you tryna make me feel better?”

“is it working?” he smiles, lazy. tired.

you hum, pecking his lips, before your lips part and his tongue slips in, he groans in delight, tasting you on his tongue as the kiss grows messy, neither of you questioning the intimacy of the moment or the way your hearts twist. but simply hanging onto this moment.

still leaning over him gently, kissing him until your eyes start to grow heavy and your lips slow down, and his warm palm caressing your waist under your sweater and you’re gently falling asleep.

both of you again, ignoring the odd feeling left afterwards, but still clinging to one another as the darkness envelops you.

frat!kuna series

“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”

Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.

“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.

The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.

“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.

Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”

Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.

“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”

Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.

“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”

If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.

If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.

Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.

He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.

His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.

“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.

You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.

With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.

“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.

You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.

“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”

Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.

“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.

You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”

Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.

The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.

He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.

“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.

It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.

“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.

“There she is,” Toji soothed.

“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”

“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”

“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.

Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.

Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.

“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”

“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”

“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”

The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.

You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.

“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.

You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.

“Deep… deeper…”

The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.

“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”

One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.

“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”

Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.

You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.

When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.

“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.

You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.

“Oi, what are you?-…”

You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.

Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.

Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.

You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”

His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.

“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”

Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.

“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.

Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.

“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”

You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.

“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”

“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.

“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”

You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.

Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.

“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.

The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.

You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.

“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.

Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.

“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”

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“Oh fuck no,” you turn and grab for your purse, one hand on the door knob. “I am not your level of freak, Sukuna.”

“No, you’re a perfect girl for me,” you tense again, hands clutching the purse and knob for dear life, pulse fluttering as your body ebbs and flows with him. “You’re going to be, at least, when you listen.”

“You can’t be serious,” you set the purse down and look back, Sukuna’s dead serious though, eyes dilated, a firm set to plump lips, tapping his thigh just a bit. “You want me to crawl?”

“I want you to listen, brat, can you?” You worry your lower lip, walking instead, until he halts you with a hand up. “Knees, show me you can listen.”

“I better get some good head for this,” you almost make him laugh, you’re so fucking cute when you sink to your knees, scooting closer on the suite floor, until you’re between his spread thighs. “There, good enough?”

“You’re listening,” he brushes your hair back again, your thighs press together with pressure, with ache and need, gasping out from the soothing touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

Your heart hammers in your chest. “Sukuna…”

“You are,” your lip trembles, as he keeps brushing your hair back, leaning forward just a bit, your head on his lap now. “And your mom is a jealous bitch.”

“You just want another blow job,” you mumble, but his words hit their mark, your hands gripping his thighs over the material, coming even closer.

“You’re going to make me proud tonight, yeah?”

Fuck.

You take a breath, nodding and letting him stroke your hair some more, soothingly, whispering your name softly, you look up at him when he cups your cheek, exhaling. “You’re being nice.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you nice,” he leans forward, tilting your chin up with two fingers now, studying you. “You want me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? So you can’t think?”

“Yes,” you usually have some attitude to your voice, but he’s doing too much, it’s what you need, what you crave. “I want it.”

“Look at you,” he eases you up by your throat almost gently, long tattooed hand wrapping it, making you whine out. “Stand up and take your top off.”

“You’re being bossy tonight, but I’m horny enough to go with it,” he just studies you far too seriously, you tremble when you slip up your top, throwing it on the floor behind you, baring yourself aside from a lacy bra. “What next, dom daddy huh?”

He should chuckle, but you don’t need that – he can see what you need and it’s glaringly apparent. He leans forward, grabbing his glass of whiskey off the little side table, putting it to his lips, eyes darkening as he sits back and watches you. “Take the bra off, lemme see those pretty tits without it.”

You reach around to your back, unhooking the clasps, letting it fall down to your ankles, breasts bouncing free – ones he barely saw that night. His hands tighten down on the glass, his heart racing at the sight of how fucking pretty they are, your nipples just begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.

“I’m gonna leave those bruised,” he says softly, sipping his drink again like nothing happened, looking at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “I’m gonna leave you so sore you can’t sit, so full of my cum you have it dripping out at that wedding.”

You whine out and step forward, and he holds up a hand, frustrating you further. “Sukuna, just fuck me.”

“We’ll get there,” you roll your eyes and he finally smirks a bit behind his glass. “Has no one ever told you what to do?”

“No one, you’re lucky your dick is so big, or I’d bounce out of here,” you cross your arms a bit over your body.

“Arms down, take off the skirt.”

You feel a little exposed when you do that, just left in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, but you keep your arms down, just standing there as he downs the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing. You’ve never felt just so naked than in that moment, as his eyes devour you and damn near worshiping you, he sets the glass down with a gentle clip, just a bit spilling down his chin.

“Come clean me up, pretty little slut,” you scoff, but you’re walking towards him, cupping his face and leaning down, lapping at his jaw with your tongue and tasting the sweet bourbon, exhaling when his big hands grip your bare waist. “Let me see you.”

You’re quiet, it’s not like you, but you want to listen to him, want him to tell you what to do, to praise you when you listen, which he does by running his hands up to your waist, gripping under your breasts. He moans, kissing across each one hungrily, until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, tugging you between his spread thighs.

“Mnh!” Your hands entangle in his locks now, while he guides you to sit on his thigh, straddling it – your cunt dripping against the cotton gusset of those panties, making them sticky against your cunt. You shift, so needy, it feels too good.

“Go ahead, hump it like a desperate little whore,” his words give you fucking whiplash. “Tits so perfect.”

“Are y-you bipolar or fucking insane?” You manage to whisper, earning a sharp smack to your thigh. “Ah!”

“Both,” he admits, voice husky. His eyes are dangerous when they look up at you again, tongue long while it laps your puffy nipple. “Are you asking me if I’m mentally damaged like you?”

“Maybe,” you’re moving without consciously thinking, rolling your hips and gasping out. “I’m not doing this because you said so.”

“Of course you are,” you glare again, but you’re lost in how good his thigh feels. “Like a desperate bitch in heat.”

You smack the fuck out of Sukuna’s cheek.

He grins.

He is psychotic.

“Cute,” he murmurs, gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back, standing with you like that and his other arm lifting you. He walks behind you now, guiding you to the bed. “Go on, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

“Call me a bitch again and I’ll bite your dick,” he chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, lips on your ear as his lips brush your ear.

“On the bed.”

You crawl onto it, trembling and aching, he exhales at the sight of you like this, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Panties down.”

“You’re annoying, did you do this with mom?” You taunt, slipping them down your thighs and peering back at him, lips parted with desire, seeing him shirtless now – it’s been years, you were barely out of high school when he dated her.

“No,” his soft answer surprises you, his shirt falling and revealing those chiseled muscles, cut completely, strong pecs and thick muscled biceps with black tattoos following the angles of his body. Your cunt is visibly soaked, he moans at the sight of it, undoing his belt. “She wasn’t good for me, but you are, hmm?”

“You love to hit my issues,” you bury your face against the blanket, hearing the click of the metal buckle, the weight of it falling and landing on the soft carpet below. “Next you’ll tell me to call you 'daddy.'”

“You probably will, but just because you’re fucked up,” you scoff, going to push up on your hands, when he slides two fingers down your dripping slit, and shoves your head back down into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I love how fucked up you are.”

“Ah!” He’s shoved two thick long fingers, nails painted black but blunt as not to hurt you, instead you just feel all the pressure, whining out and soaking his hand, thighs trembling violently. “Ngh…”

“You’re soaked already, huh? Why don’t you show me how much you can really arch that ass, brat,” he smacks each ass cheek hard, pressing up on your spot and blinding you with the intensity. “Listen and be good.”

You arch up high, pressing your hips up, earning his groan of satisfaction, as he starts working you with two fingers, you feel the heaviness of his thick cock hot against your thigh. He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, trailing hot lips across your skin, burning it, making you grip his fingers tighter.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he whispers out, biting at your shoulder as he sinks his fingers deeper into your cunt, so long they almost hit your cervix, so intense you feel that pressure. “Gonna ruin you for anyone, how about that? No one will make you fucking squirt, you’ll just picture me.”

“Psycho,” he chuckles again, but you’re arching higher, pressing your hips back against his fingers, desperate for more of it, turning your face to meet his ruby red gaze. “You’re the one who’s gonna be ruined, can’t handle my pussy can you?”

He scoffs, curling his fingers inside you and pressing that spot over and over, scissoring them in and out of your cunt. “So fucking messy, hear how loud your needy cunt is?”

“Then fuck me already!” His laugh is gonna make you lose it, your hands clinging to the blankets. “God, put it in.”

“We’ll get there,” he’s yanked his fingers out now, running them up and down your slit, teeth biting even harder on your neck, groaning as he feels your slick start to just drool out of your hole, spreading you wide. “Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, ass arched for me.”

You’re shivering and twitching as he toys with you, before he starts scissoring them so fast you can’t take it, gasping and screaming out against the blankets your cheek is pressed against, shaking with need – deep and hot. “Sukuna… will you just fuck me, god…”

 “Always so fucking mouthy,” he’s not stopping at all, one big hand pressing the small of your back, his heavy weight on you, fingers relentless as you feel so much pressure you can’t take it. “Gonna squirt all over the bed, aren’t ya? Your mom never did that you know, guess her daughter is sluttier than her.”

“Fuck off,” you’re so into it that it’s concerning, and he’s groaning as he feels gummy walls flutter, so he grins, honing in on it.

“Prettier.”

“Psycho...” You’re eating it up, the mix of his praise with his rough fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot over and over, your head falls back, shaking with the need he’s building.

“Tighter,” you grip him in response as he leaks precum in messy white strings down to the bed beneath you both, a hand landing on one side of your face as he arches his forearm just so. “Go ahead, make a fuckin’ mess, you want to don’t you? Do better than she does.”

“You’re a dick, I swear I hate you… ah!” You’re about to lose all your sense the way he talks, his mean whisper in your ear tickling the skin, heavy body leaned over your back, working relentlessly and mean in your hole.

“You are better, already,” you curse him internally, looking at him with lidded eyes as he kisses up your neck.

“Please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, slutty little brat.”

“You,” you gasp, arching your back higher, so much your spine curves perfectly, ass pressing against him, the sounds of his fingers fucking filthy. “I w-want you.”

“Then cum.”

“Not l-listening to you - ngh!” Sukuna curls them meanly, and you’re doing just as he said, squirting and making a mess, pouring down his hand, the sight so perfect he audibly groans. “F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”

It’s the only word you can come up with, eyes rolled back in your skull, struggling to cling to anything with how sensitive you are. Sukuna moves his fingers still, but slower, like he wants to elicit every drop.

“You love hearing how much better you are than her,” his words make you angry, teeth sinking into your neck with his sharp ass canines, still massaging that spot when he pulls back, licking the teeth indentations and making you jerk. “Damaged little girl, you made such a mess again.”

“Mnh…” You’re done arguing, you just want his cock inside you. “In me, please…. Please…”

“Beggin’ for me? Ah, what a good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers slowly, knowing how much you love it now, using it sadistically. The noise of his thick fingers pulling out of your suctioned little hole are messy, he looks at them and sees them coated, moaning. “Look at that.”

He tugs your head up by the nape of your neck, cupping your face, seeing the marks from the bed and tears down your cheeks. You’re so pretty like that it makes him fucking ache in ways he sure isn’t going to admit or acknowledge fully just yet, how can he even articulate how badly he wants you, needs you? 

He wants you to feel perfect.

“Taste how sweet your pussy is,” he murmurs, putting his fingertips to your lips, running them over until they’re glossy. “You know you wanna listen t’me, huh? Open.”

You open eagerly, a woman who’s not been submissive a day in your life, no you ride dick, you suck it and relish on making men cum quick, yet right now you just want to let him rail every thought out of your head. You suck your mess off his fingers, dripping with gossamer strands of slick, whining out as his eyelids lower, and you feel his heavy, thick cock against your back.

“That’s it, you’re listening so well,” he cooes those words, knowing they’re making their mark, he kisses your cunt off you with messy strokes of his tongue, groaning and dragging you against him, cock fucking between your thighs, barely brushing up and down your slit. “God, I could cum like this.”

“N-no, in me…” He sighs, kissing you once more, swapping your flavor across your taste-buds.

“You’ve been good, so I’ll give it to you, greedy little slut,” you’re shaking in need when he presses you forward again. “You can arch more, c'mon.”

“Want me to break my spine!? J-just put your dick in me…” You grumble, he’s exhaling as he spreads your cheeks, your puffy lips drooling and already twitching, waiting for him inside you.

“Just like that,” Sukuna grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your flesh as he presses the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sucking him in already. He groans, pressing forward slowly, inch by inch like he wants to just torture you, stretching you wide. “You feel s’good grippin’ me like that, like you’re trying to fucking milk me.”

You gasp out – already so sensitive from squirting, from his fingers stretching you, now he is easing more and more inside you, when you want all of him. “More, f-fuck…”

“Cunt is slutty,” he huffs, spreading your ass cheeks again to eye that puckered tiny hole right above where his cock is stretching you out, groaning softly. “Take more if you want it, huh?”

You listen, pressing back against him, your eyes squeezed shut as arousal slips down your legs, making his heavy balls thwap with every stroke. He spits a stripe of bubbly saliva down to your ass, slipping his thumb and making you tense, he chuckles all husky, pressing in deeper, and it feels too fucking good, him sinking deeper, your head falls back as you scream out.

“That’s something I didn’t do with mommy dearest,” he murmurs, you breathlessly giggle, looking back over your shoulder, while his cock starts to move inside your walls, the thumb stretching your other hole with a sweet burn.

“Stop making me like you,” your whisper earns his smirk again. “You’re not getting in there.”

“I’d ruin this little hole,” he muses, sinking more and more of that cock through your small little cunt, watching how pretty it looks as it disappears inside of you, exhaling. “Look at you.”

His words hit, even with the strokes going a little faster, he’s still not shoving it all, making you cry out – “more” – and that’s when Sukuna gives it to you.

“Yeah, need me to bottom out, bratty little slut?” He is filling you completely now, you scream hoarsely, as he starts pressing against your cervix, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair. “Beg me to move then.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay right here.” You hate his dumb ass power play, his push and pull, addictive like the cock splitting your drippy wet cunt open. “Aw, you’re so cute, wiggling around like that.”

“Sukuna!”

“Beg,” he leans low, tugging your head up now, buried deep inside you but completely unmoving, his breath hot against your neck. “Beg for me to ruin your pretty little cunt.”

You huff, and you hate his dumb grin and slutty raised eyebrows, you want to smack his face as much as you want his cock to ruin you, shaking your head instead, earning a sharp thrust that hurts. You’re arching and trying to make him move, but he’s got you pinned down, arms wrapped so tightly you can’t breathe.

“Little brat, needed to learn manners, but mom was too much of a bitch, huh?” You’re nodding desperately, letting Sukuna take you over, your mind, body, cunt all reacting to him in an insanity. “Beg.”

“Please…” You say it through gritted teeth, his satisfied groan echoes as he kisses you, wrapping all around you even tighter.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again, drawing a sharp cry from your swollen lips, your nails pressing into his thighs as he fucks you up on his knees, shoving you back down. “Like you’re made for it.”

Sukuna’s hands slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress hard again, arching your spine impossibly higher to where you feel it’ll break. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, each one making you weak, dizzy, shaking as he moves with his hips slamming, the smacks and wet noises mingling with cries muffled against the soft blankets.

“Takin’ me better than she could.”

The mention of her sends a jolt through you, so sharp and filthy. You are whimpering, clenching around his thick invasion, wanting more. His fingers tighten on your hips, leaning over you, the weight pressing you down. He wraps a hand around your throat, turning your chin to face him now, eyes gone completely black, his cheeks flushed with the same shade as his hair.

“I’ll fuck every insecurity away,” he whispers, and that’s when it’s too much, his big hand choking gently, tilting you up for a kiss, prone over you now. It’s so intimate it takes your breath, your other hand entwining under his as he moves his cock in your gummy walls. “Shouldn’t have any, fuck her for that.”

“You are fucking me,” he smirks and you giggle, tears pricking your eyes from pleasure and something deep you don’t want to admit. “What would she say?”

“Something bitchy, but I’d let her know you’re tighter, wetter, prettier –” You start shattering then, and he sucks in a breath, orgasm so intense it’s pushing him over the edge, watching your face contort in pleasure. His hand tightens just a bit, kissing and whispering against your lips. “Damaged little thing.”

“Mnh…” You’re lost now, pushed off the edge, he’s dragging his cock head against your spot again, eliciting more and more pleasure, pulsing inside you.

“Gonna cum so deep, fill you all up, slutty little girl she wants it so bad, to be filled by me huh?”

You’re done lying, you just nod and Sukuna pumps you full as promised, so much it’s already falling out, his groans drank by your lips, choking you so hard you’re hardly able to keep conscious. Huge hands on a delicate neck, thick lengthy cock ruining your little hole, he’s just so big everywhere, even his body on you.

“Took all that cum, huh?” He’s taunting you later when you’re slumped over, and he’s stroking your spine gently, pressing kisses up sweat soaked skin. “Think you gripped me more when I brought her up.”

You don’t say anything, not when he tugs you into his hold even though you were going to try to leave, you instead let him hold you, mind racing, it feels too good in his arms, dripping his cum out in trickles down a muscled thigh, rough hands seemingly gentle and soothing.

“You did such a good job for me,” he says, maybe to be sexy or tease, but it’s overwhelming, as you bury your face, tears slipping.

You’re crying then, and rather than make fun of you as you expect, he lets you, holding you tight and kissing your lips, and you realize then it’s not just sex, as much as you fucking wish it was. When he’s holding you and you’re trying to catch your breath, and soon you’re curled next to him, eyes heavy, cheek resting on his hot chest with his slow, thudding heartbeat.

"Too much?" He asks then, concern in his gaze, but you shake your head.

"No. Not at all..." You lean up just a bit, fingers idly moving across his chest. "It was just intense."

"Yeah..." He breathes out those soft words, unsure of what too say, swiping your tears and studying you.

"I should go,” you yawn and say, eyes heavy. Sukuna is used to telling women to leave or at least not caring if they do. “I have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow, and the bachelorette party.”

“Yeah, gonna have some male stripper on you?” You look up, he swipes at dried up tears now. “Little crybaby.”

“Shut up,” you lean up a bit, hair falling like a curtain down the side of your face, exhaling as you drink in the sight of him. “Would you be mad if I did?”

“Nah, why would I be?” He’s tense though, your eyes locked on each other, breaths mingling together – his whiskey, yours something sweet he can’t quite place. It’s just you.

He’d hate someone on you.

“Well I’ll get a good lap dance then,” you’re so mean to him, really, he scowls as you giggle. “Maybe I’ll get drunk, it’s kinda my M.O.”

“Yeah, fuck what they think,” he brushes a hand through your locks now, carefully studying you.

“That’s sweet?”

“You’re worse than they know.”

“Sukuna!” He’s chuckling now, dragging you down for a kiss, moaning as you bite the fuck out of his lower lip, his cock already twitching, still sticky from you.

“You are,” his big hand slips down the curve of your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re fucking your ‘almost former stepdad’ you know.”

“Almost former,” you snort, bulling back and seeing his lower lip is swollen. “I should do worse, fuck an actual one.”

“Yeah, you’re slacking really as the family disappointment,” he teases, and suddenly it’s quiet. “I could give tips.”

You blink in confusion, and watch as Sukuna’s jaw sets a bit, his hard body tensing. “You? Don’t you run the family company and do insane business? Like you’re rich.”

“Yeah, I’m rich…” the tone in his voice is clear, your heart aches for him in that moment, you know it’s dangerous to care for something that is so fleeting. “Doesn’t mean I’m not also a family disappointment.”

“Well… forget this okay?”

“Forget what, brat?”

You cup his face gently, leaning low, lips brushing against his, big hands wrap your waist tightly. “You’re far from disappointing, in any way at all, the opposite of it.”

It’s quiet, the two of you looking at each other, vulnerable and open, like you both have opened some small little part of your damaged souls. He says nothing in response, just eyeing you instead, tugging you against his hot body until you feel so overheated, so dizzy and weak, every inch of you reacting to him.

“Want me to forget you saying that?” His voice is hoarse and rough, you look down then, sighing and shaking your head.

“No, just forget I’m being nice, and I’ll forget you are…”

“Nice huh? Just wrecked your cunt,” you flush at that, glaring again. “There’s the mean little scowl.”

“I need to go…”

“No.”

“No!?” He yanks you on him now, your hands land on his chest, thighs straddling his lower abdomen, pressing against either side as you drip cum, it pools down under his belly button, slick against the soft pink hair until it’s shimmering and flat. “Sukuna, I should get back.”

“Not done with you,” he lifts you like you’re nothing, lining his tip up with your sore hole, using all his cum sliding out to press in with ease, but you cry out at the sharp sting, walls rubbed raw already. “Can’t take another round, huh?”

“I c-can,” you never back down from a challenge, he can’t help but smirk as you try to take him, and he watches his veiny cock split you apart, bulging your tummy with his size. He groans at the sight, lifting you up and down, making your head fall forward, arms shaking. “Ngh!”

“Can’t even move? Pathetic little girl,” he’s murmuring it like a caress, lifting and dragging you down until he bottoms out as much as he can, you’re gushing and clenching him, taking shaky little breaths that come out in pants. “Need me to use you like a toy, a cocksleeve huh? Fuck doll, that’s what you are.”

“Use me,” he moans as you whisper it.

“Lean forward.” You effortlessly obey, making him smirk, as he puts the flats of his feet on the mattress and slams up, grabbing your ass and using you. “Listening finally.”

“Fuck off…” He chuckles, but you’re both whimpering when he moves. “Oh… Sukuna…”

God when you say his name he loses it.

“That’s it, lemme use you till I cum,” he’s groaning out, while you cling to his neck, kissing your lips brutal just like his grip on your ass, bruising and leaving fingerprints while his cock wrecks your sore cunt. “Can’t help yourself, so cock thirsty, huh?”

“Sh-shut up - ah!” Sukuna slams his cock deep, you whimper at the pain and pleasure of nine inches splitting you open, burying your face against his neck as he just grins psychotically.

That’s when the door knocks.

“Shit…” You curse, panicking, but he drags you back down, your eyes narrow at  him. “Let go, what if it’s-”

“Ryo…”

It’s your mom.

“Shit, shit, shit…” He’s grumbling now, shoving up one more time, smirking at your fucked out face. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“I’m kinda tired…” He manages not to groan, still fucking into your cunt, hole gripping him so tightly it’s already milking him for his cum, pumping hot and throbbing, while white streaks are already slipping down.

“Just a minute, I needed to ask a favor.”

“Fuck… I gotta hide you, slutty brat. What will mom say?” You laugh breathlessly, easing weakly off him, cunt throbbing. Sukuna catches sight of it all slippery and messy, falling down his length, he softly moans.

“Ryo?”

“Just a second,” he throws you down, lapping a messy stripe up your slit, you slam a hand on your mouth, sensitive and writhing. “Fuck, taste us together…”

“Sukuna!” You’re whispering and crying out as he devours you.

“Huh?” You hear her voice and slam your mouth shut.

“Mnh, nothing… hold on…” He slurps more of his cum up, leaning over you now and spitting it in a mouth he doesn’t even have to ask to open, he just grips your jaw and you do it. “Good girl.”

“Better not call her that,” you whisper with a glare, he chuckles and kisses you messy. “I’ll hide in the bathroom, if I hear you two fuck…”

“You think I would?” He raises a brow, making you flush. “Think I’d kiss her with your cum all over my mouth? Filthy brat.”

“I didn’t think that!?” You shove at him, grabbing your clothes and purse just in case, even your shoes, running to the bathroom as he smirks at you, throwing on some pants quickly. “Put on a shirt, whore.”

He snorts and grabs one, as you hide in the bathroom, heart racing at the panic of being caught, hearing your bitch mom’s voice at the door.

Just how were you getting out of this?

hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story fully to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3

stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.

stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.

→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too

i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←

→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger

stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.

his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."

stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."

stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."

his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.

stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."

stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."

stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.

stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.

stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"

stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."

stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."

“please, what? use your fucking words.”

“want you to fuck me. please help, oh my god, please.”

god, he had never heard you so fucked out. so fucked out that you would admit to wanting, to needing, his help. it made his cock throb, causing the sweetest noise to escape your lips as he swelled inside you. and that was enough for him to finally wrap his arms around you and pull you flush against his muscular chest, your body immediately going limp.

planting his feet flat on the bed, he started fucking up into you with abandon. the tip of his meanly curved cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix. his hands frantically trailed up and down your back, finally exploring your skin. you felt so fucking soft, so smooth under his rough, calloused fingers.

“is this what you wanted? huh, you fucking slut?” he spat, words so fucking harsh and in stark contrast to how he truly felt about you. he was so stupid for not doing this sooner.

“yes, fuck yes- m’gonna cum. so deep, fucking me so fast, ‘kuna” you moaned into his neck.

he hated what you did to him –a supposed “fuck boy” who lost it at your stupid fucking nickname for him.

“don’t call me that you fucking brat” is what he wanted to say – what got caught in his throat when he felt his stomach tightening, his abs flexing against your stomach.

gripping your ass hard enough to bruise, sukuna pulled your hips as close against his as he possibly could. a string of fucks and shit spilling out of his mouth as he shot his load so deep inside of you, the two of you cumming together. it was so cute, how your pliant body convulsed around him.

lifting yourself up slightly, your arms framed his face and you nuzzled your nose against his.

you were so fucking cute.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

“mmm, nothing. you just felt so good ‘kuuna. been waiting for you to touch me,” you whispered, breath ghosting his face.

by the time the video finally loads, precum is leaking out of his reddened, angry tip. 4:47 seconds? he can't help but laugh. of course that fucking loser couldn't fuck you as long as he could. as long as he would if he ever got a chance with you.

choso is so so so fucking nasty, jerking his cock to the same speed as the pathetic one digging inside of you. jealousy coursed through his veins at seeing whoever fuck you so hard and so fucking fast. it hurt him, but at least his pretty girl was being fucked so good. he knew it's what you deserved. but he knew that would fuck you infintely better. fuck, it's all he ever thought about.

choso doesn't know how many times he rewatches the video. just that hours must've passed by now because he has lost all fucking feeling in his rubbed raw dick. each time he watches, he chooses something new to focus on with so much intent to memorize everything about you. the way your mouth gapes open as you pant and moan, the way your eyes crinkle shut and flutter open to eye-fuck the camera, the circular motion of your tits bouncing, the way your tight ass squeezes around nothing when you turn around and get fucked in doggy. he just listens to the video a few times, eyes shut and getting off to the sound of skin hitting skin -- your skin. over and over and over again.

his cock won't stop weeping, and he's given up on trying not to make a mess. well, not like he had a choice, he'd just gone through the entire box of tissues he kept on his night stand. it's so dirty, the way his cum drips down his chest and pools in the deep crevices of his abs.

choso inevitably passes out after jerking off for hours. and somehow, his life gets even better when he wakes up. the same friend texted him another link and a message that reads, "part two lol. not as good as the first one :/"

but his friend is wrong, sort of. because this video is from your point of view, with you holding the camera as you're getting fucked. specifically, you getting fucked by the loser who just so happens to have a lip ring, and long raven hair, dark eyes, and tattoos everywhere. someone that looks almost exactly like him. he cums again at the way you spur the loser on with a sweet, sweet "bet he could fuck me better than this."

His voice sounds so strained when he asks you if you’re being serious. You simply nod in response, and feel your pussy clench when he pulls the “I need to hear you say it.” You force the image of him using those words to make you beg for his cock out of your head. That’s not what this is about – he’s waiting for you to establish your boundaries. 

“I’m serious. I know that you’re used to having a cigarette in your mouth, like, all the time,” your face shifts into a sarcastically stern expression that he doesn’t seem to find humorous in the slightest. You clear your throat. “So…you can touch me, Cho. I mean it. You can use your mouth and your tongue on me. My tits. And, we- uh, we don’t have to talk about it either.” 

“Okay,” Choso agrees easily and nods. His cravings have been getting stronger with every minute. And, oh yeah– the whole cigarettes and the withdrawal thing. He could not give a single fuck about that right now. 

He looks so damn shy as he slowly settles back down on your now-bare chest that it’s almost shocking how fast his mouth is wrapped around your hard nipple. He lets out a noise of relief, somewhere between a hum and a moan, before he starts gently sucking. At the noise you let out, undoubtedly a moan, he tilts his head upwards towards you as far as he can without detaching his lips from your nipple. The sight is so sexy and you feel a gush of slick leak into your panties when you meet your best-friends half-lidded eyes. He looks so damn relaxed, like he’s half awake but entirely still dreaming. Like they always do when he’s in your lap, your fingers find their way to his hair and scratch his scalp. You give me a half-nod to let him know he can (please) keep going. He nods back, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder before he’s laying back down. 

You throw your head back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut when you realize that you’ve been so selfish. Yes, your whole oral fixation-based logic bullshit technically made sense. Yes, you were doing this to help him out. Like a good best friend. But truthfully, you thought about Choso every time you played with your nipples (your pussy, too), and you played with your nipples a lot. You loved using your bull nose nipple clamps and sitting on your knees at the edge of your bed like a begging slut while you rubbed your clit. Loved it because it was so easy to cum like that when you imagined Choso stood above you, one hand gently tugging at the chain while his other roughly yanked your hair. 

You snap your head off the pillow when you hear a pop. You feel the cold air hit your wet nipple and quietly whine at the loss of the warm sensation. With his mouth slightly ajar, Choso moves his hand to grab your tit and direct your nipple straight into his mouth. In a split second, he remembers you’d given him consent to use his mouth and tongue. Not his hands. And it’s the bare fucking minimum, but your best friend is just so sweet. His eyes widen and you know that he’s about to apologize. 

“You can use your hands. I want you to,” you affirm with a small smile. 

He thanks you before he squishes your tit with his hand and latches his mouth around as much of your skin as he possibly can. He bobs his head slightly up and down, spit forming in his mouth as he tries to dig himself into your skin. His hand darts to the other side of your chest to finally pay attention to your poor, poor, neglected nipple. He opens his palm to grab as much of the soft skin that he can and begins to slowly, roughly knead your tit. You can feel his palm rubbing against your nipple, but it’s not enough. You know you should be grateful, but – “fuckk, just like that, Cho.” 

Choso stops squishing your tit and begins to squeeze. His fingers slowly move inward until he has four fingers against one edge of your nipple and his thumb against the other. He pinches your small bud and fucking pulls. His fingertips squeeze your nipple tighter and tighter every second he pulls them away from your body. Slow, slow, slow, until your nipple slips from his fingertips and your tit bounces back. And then he starts squishing, and squeezing, and pulling over and over again. 

At this point, the spit in his mouth is starting to dribble down his chin. It looks like he’s trying to drown in your tits, like he wouldn’t mind if he died from suffocation if he meant he never had to pull his mouth off of you. He pushes his face and nose deeper into your skin and you feel his mouth slightly loosen. You notice just how tightly you’ve been squeezing your thighs together when your pussy pulses at the realization of what he’s about to do. 

He flicks his tongue upward, then downward, then upward again, a few slow, curious movements. And then, he starts moving his tongue faster than you thought possible, all while still looking so damn relieved and at peace. Your hips jerk up and down with his tongue and you know you’re already about to cum. Choso, who’s dreamed (and jerked off to the thought) of making you cum since he first met you, knows it too. 

“Fuck! I’m so close. M’gonna cum for you, Cho.” 

He doesn’t dare to change the speed of his tongue, but he squeezes your other nipple between his fingers and rubs it harshly while he pulls and pulls and pulls. He needs you to see you cum so fucking badly. You take the hands in his hair and shove his mouth deeper onto you. He moans into your nipple, his version of words of encouragement at the moment. The sound of his moans being muffled by your tits sends you over the edge, the reality of the situation hitting you hard. He takes the hand pinching your nipple and traces it down your spasming body to hold your hips down. 

His thumb digs into your hip bone, unconsciously rubbing soft, loving circles onto the skin. When your hips finally still and he hears you sigh, he closes his mouth tightly around you and gives your nipple one last suck. You feel your slick still leaking out when you hear the loud pop. Choso drops his forehead onto your collarbone, and feels his own hips jerk forward into your side. His cock is so fucking hard that it hurts. Honestly, he thinks the sight of your face could make him cum right now. He winces.

“Choso?” you whisper. 

He lets out a small, embarrassed “hmm” into your neck. 

“Hey, look at me,” and he does, of course. “That felt so good, Cho. Was that okay for you?” 

His hips jerk forwards again. “Yeah, fuck. I needed that. Didn’t, uh, think about cigarettes once.” He also didn’t cum, and he needs that too. He looks down and sees the small bruises starting to form on the skin from all his sucking, sees your protruding nipples, and is a second away from excusing himself to jerk off and finish in your bathroom. 

“You knowww,” you draw out, “you only sucked on one of my tits. Guess you can get to the other one next time your cravings get really bad. Unless…” 

He can not form words right now, not with you half under him and your thighs visibly tightening again. So, he grunts, and he means it to be a “what.” His very best friend, you read his mind. 

“I can feel how hard you are, Cho,” you say with a small frown. “Maybe, we could keep going until you finish?” 

Despite his borderline humping you at this point, he lets out a small laugh. “That- yeah, that wouldn’t take too long.” 

“Hmm. And what if you sucked on this one,” you say, your fingers coming up to pinch the nipple his hands had just been abusing, “and let me watch you touch yourself.” 

Yeah. That works for him. 

He does a cute, awkward crawl over you and to the other side of your body for easier access while pulling his pants and boxers down. He wastes no time and starts flicking his tongue on your nipple just as fast as before. It’s so overstimulating and painful in the very best way possible.

With how he’s laying on his side, you see and feel his fat cock resting on your hip. He wraps his hand around the base and squeezes as if trying to stop himself from cumming. It’s a useless attempt, and it only takes a few shallow and fucking fast jerks of his cock before he’s pulling his mouth away from your nipple and whining. He hurriedly shifts to stand on his knees, jerking his cock over your face.

“Please. Can I, please - oh my god, please.” 

“Yeah, baby. Wherever you want,” and like the little slut for him that you are, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. 

“Oh, fuck. Good fucking girl.” 

His eyes roll back and his jaw slacks and the sight of him is fucking beautiful. He keeps pumping his cock through his orgasm, using his hand to guide and spray his cum across your tits, on your face, and the last of it straight into your throat. And when you think there’s no way he could cum anymore, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and milk the last few drops out. You release him with a moan and leave a small kiss on his slit. 

He pulls his pants and boxers back on, tries to ignore the uncomfortable wet patch in his boxers, and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom. After he wipes your skin clean, he grabs you a pair of comfy underwear to change into. The small thong you were wearing is so wet it almost sounds heavy when it lands in your hamper. 

The two of you lay in your bed, both quiet and trying to catch your breath. You stare at the ceiling and can’t help but laugh, realizing your best friend just made you cum from nipple play. You roll over to face Choso and find the concern in his eyes.

“I know you said we didn’t have to talk about it, but, thank you. For letting me touch you like that. I’m sorry that I’ve been…such a grump… and I’m sorry if you felt pressured into letting me do that,” he says, followed by an audible swallow. 

“Cho, I loved that. I mean it. And it was my idea, you know, I just kind of took my shirt off. I probably, definitely, should have talked to you about it beforehand. I think it’d be better if we talked about it…again.”

Choso scoots close enough that you feel his breath and the faint cigarette smell has never bothered you less. He opens his mouth to speak, but realizes himself that he still faintly tastes and smells of cigarettes. He pulls his head back, clears his throat, and questions what you mean by again. 

“Well, according to the internet-” 

“Tiktok?” 

“Whatever. According to the internet, the third day of nicotine withdrawal is typically the worst. So, hopefully it’s only up from here! But, if you start to…act up again, no offense, then I have some other ideas to help you out.” 

Choso hums and squints his eyes suspiciously. “Yeah? Like what.” 

“You know, like, other things with your tongue?” 

“Ah. I think I’m still not sure what you mean.” 

You roll your eyes. Choso is not that stupid. 

“What if you showed me what you mean?” he tries. 

“Well, I’m thinking of two things, and I can really only show you one of them,” you admit honestly. 

Now, Choso could drag this out, but you just blessed him with your tits and pretty face and your orgasm. And if you’re saying what he’s ninety-nine percent sure you’re saying, he would like to do that now. 

“Oh, I get it. But I’m not eating your pussy until I kiss you first.” 

You would also like him to do that now, so it’s no surprise when your lips are on each other’s in seconds. His tongue, which left your nipples sore, by the way, swirls against yours and you immediately give in. He brings a hand to your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek so sweetly as he deepens the kiss. You’re the one to break away from the kiss first, one-hundred percent sure you were going to do this with him for the rest of your life. You rub the tip of your nose against his nose so sweetly that what comes out of your mouth next is a little shocking. 

“I need you to suck my clit, right now. Want you to shove your tongue in my pussy, Cho,” you say sternly and practically pout. There’s no need for that, you know he would never say no to that. And you’re right, of course. He kisses your nose, your lips, and your chin, before his lips are trailing down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your nipples. You’re fully soaked when he reaches your pussy. But, like a tease, he avoids your folds and your clit for as long as he can, focusing on nipping at your thigh. 

“Still okay if I use my fingers?,” his teeth gently clamp down on your skin. Tease.

With your verbal permission, he’s wrapping his lips around your clit and curling a finger into your dripping pussy. It’s fucking perfect. 

That night, Choso learns that he would – will – never touch another cigarette in his life if it meant having you like this. He also learns that night, as do you, that you can squirt. Over and over again, apparently.

After too many orgasms on his tongue to count, he asks to please eat your pussy until you fall asleep. He kisses your clit and laps at your pussy with a flat, wide, tongue until he feels your fingers in his hair entirely loosen. With a few more kisses up and down your folds, he falls asleep laying on your thigh, his face basically buried in your pussy. 

Choso doesn’t have a chance to reminisce on his first-thing-in-the-morning cigarettes when he wakes up feeling your warm and wet heat so close to his face. He certainly doesn’t have a chance to reminisce when you wake up and ask him to please fuck you. And he’s so grateful for his best friend. Especially when you say yes to being his girlfriend while he’s impaling you with his eight inch cock. <3

You responded by sucking his fingers harder and rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, eyes locked on his flushed face. Choso’s eyes rolled back for a second, a shaky whimper escaping his throat. “Hah—! You’re not even trying pretty girl. ” His breathing was ragged, little whimpers and broken groans slipping out. “I love it… love how loud you get for me,” he whispered hotly against your ear, voice shaky. “Just—nngh—try not to scream too loud when you cum, okay? For me?”

Even as he said it, his hips betrayed him, snapping forward harder. You nodded frantically under his hand, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, hips bucking up to meet him like a greedy little thing. The muffled “Mmmph—! Mmmph—!” sounds kept spilling out louder.

“F-fuck… baby, you’re not even—ahh—trying,” he whimpered, voice breaking as he thrusted into your wet cunt.

Choso's forehead dropped to yours, dark hair sticking to his sweaty skin. "Shit-shit, you feel so good,” he groaned, He shifted his angle suddenly, driving even deeper, and your eyes rolled back as a loud, muffled wail tore through his fingers. His cock twitched hard inside you. "F-fuck-! There-right there, huh?" He was panting now, "Cum for me, baby. Please. I need it-need to feel you cum all over my cock.”

His hand slipped slightly from your mouth as his rhythm turned messy and desperate, hips stuttering as you came. "Choso-! Cho, fuck-!" He quickly shoved his fingers back between your lips, but it was useless. You sucked them greedily while moaning.

Your pussy gushed around his thickness as Cho rails his cock thrice more before filling you completely, warm cum filling your insides. His balls slap welt against your ass as he slows, “…You never listen,” he whispers breathlessly, voice hoarse and affectionate as a soft whimper follows right after. “And I fucking love it.”