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── .✦ content ; wlw (men dni), established relationship, birthday sex, food play, pussy eating, mentions of strap-on
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always so busy. hard work and a loud yawn that passed her lips walking through the door of a shared home, patterned tail laying limp. a scrunched nose upon the smooth scent of cacahuatl. the house was clean, not a spot in sight and quiet, almost too much.
"darling?" she called softly, hearing her own voice bounce back on thin walls.
"in here!" you called back sweetly, voice resonating from your general direction. her shoes clicked as they slipped from her heels, falling to the cool wood. a subtle shuffle of sheets she heard from behind the click of the door handle where her bright green eyes couldn't help but widen, loose tail flicking eagerly behind her. a hot breath zipping through her flared nostrils.
your form was displayed on the bed, arms cutely wrapped in a pink ribbon behind your back, tightening when you began to twitch anxiously. bare skin glowed in the dim lamp light, the chocolate she smelled drizzled sweetly on the most precious parts of you.
"happy birthday, xilo.." you hummed. you watched as the shock transformed into a grin, teeth sunken into her bottom lip.
"you really put this together for me?" her question was rhetorical. her claws traced down your naked thighs when she approached, picking up slowly hardening chocolate on her fingertip. instead of eating it, she smeared it as she knelt in front of you. "thanks, babe."
her thumbs pressed into your skin, making a mess of you while your heart rate began to rise.
"you're making me all sticky." you complained, attempting to wiggle a leg away she forced back into its place. at first she stayed silent. but she leaned forward, nose nudging the confectionery trail when her tongue finally made contact, teasing your now open thighs with her rough tongue, humming lowly in approval.
"tastes good." feline taste buds tugged at your goosebumps, brown coloring her pink tongue with a thin sheet before she swallowed slowly. her tongue ran closer to your dripping cunt with each swallow, a twitch of her ears as you panted. she could almost feel the butterflies in your stomach from pure anticipation, the tug of your wrists on the thick ribbon. her smile rose when a gasp echoed when her hot, sweets covered tongue ran over your clit. "this tastes better."
lips wrapped around you with patience, just how xilonen liked it. slow, teasing, and indulgent. strong arms wrapped your knees over her shoulders, tail thumping rhythmically on the floor along with her long slurps around your sensitive clit. her low purrs vibrated against your cunt, your heels happily pressed into her back muscles. her predatory gaze was stuck on you, fixated on the way your head flew back and your face scrunched, drool pooling on your tongue and slipping out of your dropped jaw. a growl rumbling when you struggled just to touch her, like you didn't do it to yourself. like a trapped deer.
"x—xilo.. feels good!" you mumbled, hips nudging your sticky cunt into the bump of her nose. "ngh! love you!" the smooth chocolate had now hardened upon your body, not that either of you remembered it was there. she'd rather taste you than any snack you could have made for this special occasion.
xilonen's hips wagged from underneath, fluffy ears high and listening for your pleasured whimpers. a long middle and index finger managed to wiggle their way inside your gooey walls, rid of her usual jewelry. you'd wonder when she took them off if you weren't so distracted, gladly clenching down on the intrusion that pushed the tightness in your tummy closer to its end.
" 'm cumming!" your loud wails rang blissfully in her sensitive ears, pupils dilated when your cunt pulsed around her fingers and your essence met her mouth. a moan vibrated in your wife's throat, fingers pumping you slowly through your climax, waiting for your moans to turn into soft pants before pulling out, licking your finish off her fingers.
"what a lovely gift." she purred, affectionately rubbing her cheek against your knee and earning a giggle from you.
"you should check in the box." your chin jutted to a colorful box wrapped in the same bow as your limbs. she peered at you curiously, leaning over, still on the floor, and placing it on her lap. taking her time with unwrapping it, sharp nails cut through tapes and packaging. peeling through thin decorative papers was a harness. white, full of straps, and metal details painted gold. her tail thumped heavier.
"you're sneaky." she scoffed playfully, picking up the phallic shaped object in the same box and observing it silently. "since you put so much effort, maybe we should use these tonight.”
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── .✦ synopsis ; in the dark of the night, he takes you to his version of heaven.
teutates taranis ♡
── .✦ content ; modern au, split tongue! + d piercing! teu, pussy eating, blood play, blood eating, sadomasochism, p in v, dead dove: do not eat?
word count; 0.74k
sorry for not posting as much, life has been messy. take my old tnmn obsession that came to bite me in the ass. :P
his scent smelled deep of sweet dirt and rain infused moss as the unintelligible screams of his playlist played quietly. his body encased you, hair falling down in a soft cage over your open thighs. his breath sat hot on your warm skin in his cold room, your neck was sore with bright red and purple. fire hot marks that burned sensually in the shape of his shark-like teeth, the heat of your own blood that slowly seeped through tiny incisions.
the deep black ink on his face made his face look almost drowned in the dim gray, red eyes that burned bright and dangerous even in the dark. loud winces of pained pleasure sifted through your clenched teeth as another series of bites dug into the thick skin of your thigh, leaving behind the same deep red that stung your throat. he tutted softly with sharp, black painted nails on your hips.
"does that hurt, mo chridhe?" he purred softly, the small bud of your clit slipping sweetly between the split of his tongue. "good." gasps fell through your lips as he teased you, flicking a forked tongue over your puffy lips. heavy thumbs bruised the soft skin of your hips, nails fighting to pierce. every slow movement was deliberate. he tongued you slowly with a low hum that resonated in his chest and against your leaking cunt. you twitched on his taste buds, each side of the tip of his tongue enveloping your clit like a hot, sticky hug while a thumb circled your quivering hole.
your back arched slightly over silken black sheets with your toes curled and your nails grasping at dark brown roots, moans bursting from your throat. there was always a little bit of torture, new marks and new ways to break you in half in the best way possible. you felt the slightest poke on your weak cunt, his teeth barely grazing you as he left you with a suck. you dripped down his chin when he separated, hovering over you in the next moment with your own taste hitting your tongue.
"you're so pretty, teu..." the smallest of smiles met your lips, warm hips pressed against yours. the heat of his hard cock rested peacefully on your mound, small metal spheres of the ladder-like piercings decorating the bottom of his shaft warm from skin and white pearling over the ball protruding from his slit. his chest rumbled sweetly, covered in syrup-like slick with a drag of his pierced tip along your folds.
teeth gnawed softly into your bottom lip as his tip caught onto your hole, pushing in sweetly with a low, resonating hum. your cunt stretched around him with a breathy call of his name. he drooled from his tip, pouring it graciously over your sticky walls. your toes curled in coordination of metal caressing your fluttering insides. the one settled at his tip bumped pleasantly against your cervical opening, kissing it messily.
he need not wait for you, diving in you without restraint. his hips warmed against yours, hot skin swiftly patting against your pelvis, sharp hip bones nudging. his face burrowed quietly into the curve of your neck, a mostly gentle bite to muffle a deep groan. greedy legs wrapped around his waist, fingertips gracing his back with the crimson of your nails on his shoulder blades. his hisses muffled by your clavicle, blood swept down his esophagus in smooth droplets. a divided tongue that soothed the aching burn.
your pained whines mingled with the pleasured clamor. your hips lifted and your toes curled, calling a sweet mantra of his name and babbles of enjoyment. tears drooled down the sides of your face, staining with pillow with the salty translucence.
his hips rammed with a different speed from before when he began to reach his peak, relishing in the squeeze of your walls surrounding his cock and the metallic taste of your crimson covered skin. his groans tickled your skin, the once silent teutates allowing his mouth to open and release you. they slipped freely from between his clenched jaw, eyes sticking to the back of his head and a beautiful guttural growl loudly blossoming in midnight air, hot pearlescence sticking tightly to your gooey walls as his balls emptied in spurts. your cunt clenched, unintentionally forcing his seed to leak. your back arched, nails digging in deeper into his back, air stuck in your lungs. it dripped, falling to the bed sheets in pure white droplets.
summary.ᐟ a breaking point that yields sudden passion and questions answered, finally. (⠀⠀gris rubion.⠀⠀) fem!reader. best friends to lovers. mdni — nsfw ahead. content includes dry humping. hair pulling (m!receiving). clit play. general horniness because that man is in love and doesn’t know what to do about it! word count 2871 read on ao3!
tee says … hello, hello! back to writing fics like god intended and also back to writing period! hope you enjoy this manifestion of my lust for this man reigniting now that i have time to write. don’t tell t*msy. happy reading! ♥︎
he can't stop staring at your mouth.
okay, rewind.
it's been a handful minutes since you've settled onto your shared couch for your monthly movie night, handing over the remote despite knowing you'll bicker over the movie more for the sake of lovingly bickering than anything. it's tradition at this point, a welcome lull to the constant high tides of work and looming due dates.
get a well paying job straight out of college, they said. it'll pay off when you retire, they said. he appreciates the sentiment, but sentiment doesn't soothe his sore muscles at the end of every day. nothing could make him miss your movie nights, though. a day out of each month where he can sink into comfortable cushions and relax with promised entertainment and good eats? wouldn't miss it for the world.
or, well. he was supposed to be relaxed. there's a little bit of a problem.
from that fateful day you'd smiled at him in middle school after he lent you a pen for an exam he was hooked, celebrating your twinning scores with ice cream on his dime and a joke about his pen transferring his good luck to your 'abysmal' test taking abilities. if you were to ask him now, the good luck charm was you. everything seemed to brighten in saturation around you. teased as he was about a crush he proceed to vehemently deny every time it was brought up, but what was he supposed to say?
he's never been shy about touch with you. gentle squeezes, an arm hanging off your shoulder, a hand at the small of your back at the get-togethers you'd moaned and groaned about prior to. attached at the hip, your friends would say, and he's always been good about hiding how much it prided him despite your joking complaints. he was yours. always has been.
the waters were familiar when it came to you. he was there when you'd gotten your braces taken off, held your hair back when you got so drunk you couldn't see your own two hands, and cradled the broken pieces of your heart in his own two hands when you'd experienced your first breakup. (many to follow due to your want for something lasting. many that also seemed to fall at the seams once he made his presence known, but that wasn't his fault. ish. sue him for being happy about your steadfastness in your friendship.)
it's not as if he thought no one would ever be good enough. if he, as your friend, knew you like the back of his own hand, how could anyone else compare? horrible stories of forgotten birthdays and missed opportunities for celebrations easy enough to remember but somehow every single one of your… choices of interest never seemed to keep up with what came natural to him. how could anyone else compare?
how could anyone decide you were anything less than important? he's dropped errands to travel across half the city in horrible weather conditions for you on multiple occasions. he might be called in over his head a little but at least he's reliable. your words, not his. (isn't that something sweet?)
he doesn't even remember when his brain had made the switch from friend, just friends to static pressing against his ear canals. just faintly recalls sitting at your island one morning with a bagel halfway to his mouth when you emerged from your room murmuring a groggy good morning.
he'd looked up from his screen and nearly choked. a halfhearted thought of so that's where my shirt went… floating by before gracelessly landing in a heap next to his sanity. or rather, what was decidedly left of it.
he'd avoided the sleepy look of confusion you'd thrown his way as you continued down the hall, his bagel promptly forgotten and now cream-side-down against his plate. staring at the white ceramic for the entirety of your ten minute skincare-slash-concert routine, long enough for you to poke his cheek back to reality.
was that it? he blinks back to the present when you snuggle closer into his side, his arm immediately finding its place over your shoulder despite the mental turmoil his brain decided to inflict upon him. he's seen you in more compromising situations but his stupid lizard brain sees you in a ratty shirt he thought he'd lost in the wash and horrendous bed hair and suddenly he gets choked up at the sight of you??
the transaction was flawed. for every sliver of skin he saw peeking from low pajama bottoms, he got a rush to his head. for every smile, his knees weak, and brush of skin bred restlessness and fidgeting and—
he can't stop staring at your mouth.
he's sure he looks like a certified creep, eyes drawn like a magnet to the way your lower lip finds itself between your teeth as you mull over film choices knowing you'd pick the same one you always did. plush and soft and—was that cherry? he inhales as coolly as possible, masking it with getting comfortable. was that a new lip balm flavor? were you trying to kill him?
here lies gris rubion of an early death. heart stopped due to sudden inner combustion and organ failure and heat stroke and heart complications. or something of the sort. it's not like he's particularly thinking straight.
it's suddenly too hot. his leg starts to bounce, nervous despite his outwardly cool demeanor, and it's suddenly way too hot for comfort—
"did you turn the heat up?" he tries to joke, tongue heavy in his mouth. he clears his throat and glances at the screen when you look up and frown.
"what? no," you murmur softly, and like a magnet, his gaze finds your lips before your eyes. "you okay?"
"mhm." not even in the slightest. "just peachy." his lackluster response leaves you more concerned though, crowding into his space as your frown dips. his heart is so weak.
"are you sure? it's like forty degrees out and you're sweating. literally."
""m fine," he offers a weaker smile, patting your arm in with he hopes feels consoling. "really."
somehow his two-second plan backfires and draws even more attention to him. (you're so close. so close. maybe you can hear the stutter of his heartbeat. is it loud? can you hear how much he wants you? can you see how much space you take up in this head? his heart?) your hand lifts to cup the side of his face and his skin burns, flushed from the contact like a teenage boy.
your lashes flutter against your cheekbones when your brows furrow, and he's gone. he can't help himself. he'll write his own eulogy afterwards but he'll be damned if he dies before gets to know how you taste.
"can i—" he stutters out before letting out a weak laugh, shaking his head at himself. "jesus christ, i'm sorry—"
the first press of your lips against his is otherworldly. something something fireworks behind his lids, his hands tightening where they tremble at your waist, and he feels rather than hears the huff of surprise in your exhale when he croaks a rather embarrassing sound of need.
it's too hot. it's too hot. it's too—
he finds himself leaning in further anyway, arms pulling you closer and closer, refusing to letting up for air lest the dream shatters. cherry lays thick on his tongue and he swears he might be addicted. he'll never have desserts the same again. and you're still not close enough. his heart is running a mile a second, barely registering the choked yelp you emit when he gives up the last few remnants of your friendship to tug you into his lap. his nose burrows into your neck to inhale deeply, uttering nonsensical apologies and desperate attempts at explaining.
all to cut short at a sharp tug at his roots. his head is yanked back with a sharp hiss, lips red and kiss swollen and ooohh.
he can't describe the look on your face. flustered, sure, aroused, maybe, but it's wild. unfocused. he pants openly in the still air.
"how long?"
he blinks slowly, his brain still rebooting from the lack of oxygen. "wh—huh?"
"how long?" your grip tightens and the sound he releases is a stone's throw away from a whine. oh, he's so fucked. absolutely fucked. "answer me."
"don't remember," he chokes. "it's just been you and me forever."
the confession slips from loose lips before he can stop it, his shoulders shaking from the effort to stay still. "always been yours. always. and you're mine?" his voice rasps with want, need, desperation. confirmation, of any sort. "right?"
he's staring at your mouth even now. waiting for them to part and ease the onslaught of torment, of waking up every morning without you next to him. of curiosity turning into deprivation. he's been ruined at your hands and you've barely just touched him.
the dim light from the tv screen gives you an almost reverent appearance, like something of an entity nestled in his lap for worship. he'd pray at your altar everyday, he thinks absentmindedly as you close the gap between your lips once again. over and over with a dog's loyalty.
"yours," you whisper against his lips. "always have been."
he barely has time to turn over your mirrored confession before cherry envelopes all his senses once again. the grip at your waist falters in surprise—as if the possibility of you somehow returning his feelings never crossed his mind not once—but your hands settle on his face to deepen the kiss. the flutter of your lashes against his skin sends a small shiver down his spine.
want. not knowing what to do with himself now that his affections are bottled up inside of him any longer. a restlessness that burns underneath his skin, heat flaring within him.
it's too hot.
his hips jump when you shift closer, a small hum escaping your lips in return. need. your hands move his to settle just shy of your ass, his grip tightening once more before faltering. his heartbeat skyrockets, his brows furrow, you whine against his neck—
"touch me," is permission. his cock twitches and spurs to life at how… desperate you look. lips kissed pink and red and open with every breath that huffs past. your fingers curl around his collar and shake. "please."
he has just enough decency to apologize before his body moves on its own. just enough press a kiss to the skin just shy of your collarbone before his hands press you to the couch with a shuddering groan.
heat envelopes skin the moment his chest bears against your back, tucking his face into your neck as his hips rock into your ass. over and over and over again, panting and moaning wantonly as if it hurts. cherry and sweat fill his nose the more he presses against your neck to inhale as much of it as possible. his tongue is heavy in his mouth. the taste of you thick enough to bite clean through, and—
god, you sound so sweet underneath him. pushing your ass into him with every covered thrust, letting him hump you as all sense pools out of his ears in real time. your back dips and curves in an arch that hikes your shirt up, exposing the line of your back and the curve of your hips—the slight peek of your panties beneath thin shorts that barely cover anything. especially not the slowly darkening spot between your legs.
the friction burns in a way that makes his lids flutter, hissing sharply the more he ruts into you. it's maddening, denying himself total pleasure even now, even with you within arm's reach. pre smears across the front of his pants in a matching showing of arousal, soaking through his underwear embarrassingly quick. if only he could just… maybe stop to ask—
"sweetheart," he murmurs softly, rumbling into your shoulder. his eyes flutter shut when you whine in response, wincing as if physically pained. his hands settle on your waist to still your frantic movements and you shudder visibly. "let me just—"
"it's fine—" a gasp wrenches itself from your lips when he smooths his thumbs over your lower back, wriggling your hips to get him to start moving again. "i-it's fine, like this." a sniffle. "'ve though a-about this a lot—for so long—"
the hiccuped confession warms his entire body all at once. the idea of you fantasizing about this, about him like this… he can't help himself anymore. he has to see your face.
you let out another yip when he manhandles you back into his lap, right over the strained outline of his cock. your moans mix together at the contact like something out of a wet dream. "yeah? what else h–ahh–ve you thought about?"
"sometimes i think about—fuck—your hands." you're chasing your own orgasm now, spurred on by the own filth spilling through your teeth. "on me. in me. you're so big a-and strong, and you take care of me—"
a squeal leaves your lips when he begins to help you, dragging you over his cock in measured strokes. it's just as close to the real thing, right? warm and wet and slippery from shared arousal. he can even faintly feel your cunt twitch with every slide. his head spins with images of your legs over his shoulders, your hands in his hair again, your voice calling his name, rising in volume, you, you, all of you—
"i'm gonna cum." you blurt out with wide eyes, nails digging into his shoulders. the faint pain sparks against his brain, lighting up a fire that runs down his spine. "help me? i wanna cum—gris, please. t-touch me, touch me—"
he swallows thickly lest he start to drool in front of you. with a hand at your back still guiding your jerky pace, his other hands shakes as it slowly moves to cup between your legs. your responding moan goes straight to his cock. jesus. "can i—"
"please, please—"
his fingers slip between skin and cotton and his mind whites out for a beat. you're so wet between his fingers, his breath catching on a sharp inhale that rattled through his lungs. he inches further, mapping the slick skin with as much gentleness as he can muster with his brain short circuiting.
you twitch under his touch. whimpering low in your throat and—
"here?" he mumbles when your voice spills out of you in relief, glancing when your body begins to tremble as if on the brink of shattering above him. your head nods thoughtlessly, reduced to pitched gasps and half sobs in time with the pressure placed on your wet nub. "that what… that what you need?"
"need it—please, please—" your nails dig into his shoulder as you toss your head back and it's the prettiest sight he's ever seen. doesn't matter if he can't feel his arm or can barely register the idling screen behind you. all that mattered was getting you to cum on his fingers. so he increases his paces, tilts his head up to mouth along the column of your neck, delighted in the way your body responds so openly. "so good to me—"
"always." his voice rasps in return. "whatever you need from me. not going anywhere, i promise."
the conviction in his tone makes you keen, nails digging even further into his shoulders. "can feel how… how much you want it. how much you need it. cum for me, pretty. please?" your eyes lock when you tuck your chin to your chest, hips jerking up into his touch. "need to see how good i make you feel."
your gaze is molten. darkened eyes half lidded with pleasure as your orgasm draws nearer with every pointed circle of his fingers. your lips part, thighs tensing on either side of his, and the most beautiful sound he's ever heard in his life fills his ears the same time your release hits your body.
wet coats his hand almost instantly as your back arches, a sharp cry leaving your lips. "thank you—thank you, love you—"
oh. his eyes widen. you're still trembling through the aftershocks, unaware of his shock, and—
he cums in his pants to your touch and the low register of your voice in his ear telling how much you love him. if he died then he'd die a happy man. his cock twitches through the slight sting of sensitivity, his hands squeezing at your waist sporadically. tired, you slump down into his lap before his can stop you. only then do you look down and notice his labored peril.
"you came when i told you i loved you." your murmur is full of awe, glancing up at him through your lashes. his own gaze shifts to the right with a tinge of embarrassment flushing the tips of his ears red. "you love me a lot, don't you?"
he makes a soft sound of affirmation, resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath. "always been me and you forever."
snow covered the grounds of the valley, snowflakes gracing the wispy winds of the winter. and the mountain top had the worst of it, the cold that bit viciously at your skin and made your fingertips numb, inches of snow that kissed your shins.
christmas presents and an awkward holiday dinner with demetrius, the heavy blanket that draped over your close bodies in the comfort of your boyfriend's room. his breath that tickled the curve of your neck, fingertips curling around your waist. your hand jerked against his shoulder with a gasp.
"your hands are cold!" you whined with a shiver. he chuckled into your skin and landed a sweet kiss on your neck.
"they'll warm up in a second, just let me touch you." he mumbled as his teeth pierced into your neck softly, nibbling. his thumbs moved slow circles on your tummy, tugging you closer if you weren't close enough. the hoodie of his that you wore moved up your torso, slipping over your covered breasts. his warm spit collected on your skin with open mouthed kisses, eagerly licking stripes over your chest, not minding the cute bra you still wore. he didn't bother to take it off you. your pleased hums and gentle squirming made his cock twitch in his pants, his needy cock pushing up against his black sweatpants.
"let me take these off.. please—" his fingers quivered on the waistband of your fluffy pajama pants, his breath heavy. your hands tugged on black tresses, lifting his head to meet his glossy lips.
"you don't need to ask, you know..." you murmured, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. he groaned softly and his cock twitched in approval. the bed sheets and your clothes made shuffling, thrown to the bottom edge of his bed lazily.
big hands dragged your leg to hover over his hip, dripping cock meeting with your soaked folds. you inhaled sharply against his lips as he dragged his precum covered tip against your folds.
"so wet.. mm, love you." he whined into your open mouth, cock diving into you without a warning. your moans mingled in unison, his cock reaching a hilt in the warmth of your gooey walls. there was no rush, the temporary stillness he held with his hips against yours. the intimacy that came with his fingers intertwining with yours and giving you a squeeze with his tongue on yours.
his thrusts were slow, allowing you to feel every inch of his pulsing cock, his balls meeting the very bottom of your rear with every full push. your gentle cries and his raspy groans, his chest against yours.
"feels good, seb.." you huffed, nails scraping at his scalp. you squeezed him like a vice, proof of the mutual greed, your cunt hugging him in as close as possible. "inside.. you can cum inside me." you felt his body tense, eyebrows furrowing and his nails digging into the back of your hand. the slight pickup of speed drew out a mewl from your saliva covered lips. his lips silenced you as his balls squeezed, sticky white dribbling down your clenched walls.
your heavy breaths bounced off one another, his nose tip just barely brushing your own and your hands still palm to palm. his hips shifted with the attempt to pull out of you but you disagreed. your legs dug into his hips and your calf held him in place.
"stay..." you whispered. his dark, lidded eyes peered down into your own with a tired smile. he pecked your lips.
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── .✦ synopsis ; great things always come out of a marriage with the hokage, like getting bent over his office work.
uzumaki naruto ♡
── .✦ content ; age gap (20s - 40), domestication kink if you squint, office sex, a tinge of feral naruto, creampie, ooc?
word count; 970
you were the young wife of the greatest, the hokage. naruto uzumaki. you were about twenty years younger and just about the sweetest little thing in the village. a nice body and gentle words. if the shiny ring on your finger didn't mean so much, you'd have men at your feet. you always walked around draped in your husband's robes and luxuries he bought you, tiptoeing on the paved dirt of konoha grounds.
"naruto?" you called, slipping through the doors of his office, vocal cords laced with honey. "i brought you lunch." your hands held a box in hand, stuffed with delicate cooking and wrapped with a pretty bow. serious bright blue eyes that flickered through paperwork now beaming, full of life. a wide smile that took up his whole face as he rose tall, sauntering his way over to you.
"thank you." his hands ignored the food in your hand at first, placing it carefully on the desk behind him before graciously lifting you by your waist, taking your lips in between his. "you're so good to me."
his kisses were many, wet smacks each time he retreated just to lean back in. he groaned softly against your mouth, twirling you in his arms. his hefty hands that cradled your ass from below in your short dress. sharp canines that greedily tugged on your bottom lip with a growl. "i missed you so much.."
"you saw me this morning." your heavy breaths conjoined with his, fingers instinctively locking into his short blond tresses. your thighs met with the top of his work desk, cold wood on warm skin and your thighs managing to bump into a pile of papers. teeth tugged on your open neck, heavy touches finding their way onto the inner fat of your thighs where they trembled underneath his rough grasp.
your skin stung with fresh marks of open mouthed kisses and nibbles, almost embarrassed by the slick that began to pool in your panties, his touch alone leaving you at his mercy. soft mewls that escaped your throat as his fingers wiggled their way in your sopping hole.
"god, you're so pretty—" he mumbled, the curl of his fingers in your walls that made you jump. " 'm gonna take you right here."
"you know you have work to do." you said, only to come out breathless. he didn't miss the squeeze of your cunt around his fingers, tongue darting out to soothe his dry lips.
"don't care, missed you too much."
two digits pumped into you vigorously, nasty clicks! and shlicks! that sounded with each thrust. messy kisses that left spit dribbling down your chins, tongues gliding against one another. the ecstasy that he oh so greedily stole from you, toes curling at the peak of your climax before his fingers stopped in their tracks. a whine fell from your lips in a soft plea.
"shh.. i got you."
guided off the desk, you went from sitting on it to being pressed against it with your ass held high. the very edge of your dress was flipped over your lower back to display everything you had to offer, your panties soaked in your own juices. you heard a satisfied groan from behind you, his dirty fingers slipping your panties to the side to reveal the bright glistening of your puffy pussy. drool swam in his mouth, salivating at the sight.
shivers danced down your spine as his cock happily shifted in between your wet folds, painting your clit with the leaks of his precum. he teased your awaiting hole, swiftly nudging you just with the tip and watching you eagerly swing your hips towards him with an annoyed huff.
the slow, delicious stretch of his cock invading your walls made your knees buckle and your jaw fall slack. his hips wasted no time slamming into you, hands bunching up the fabric at your hips to meet his thrusts. your crossed arms sat atop his desk, mouth stuffed into your skin to muffle your whimpers from the world. your feet struggled to keep balance and you felt your tummy churn pleasantly. his hand gently yanked at your shoulder, lifting you with ease.
"louder." he snarled, primal aggression oozing from his body. it radiated like the sun on a hot summers day. you found yourself stuttering, eyes fighting to see the back of your head.
"can't— ah—" you breathed, straining to keep a whine in your throat. "gonna hear—" his hips pounded harder behind you, leaving behind loud slaps of skin on skin. he kissed your shoulder before his canines pierced your skin sharply, growling loudly into your flesh.
"let them hear. gonna fuck my pretty little wife full in my office while they listen."
his hips rutted viciously into your obscenely loud cunt, relishing in the suffocating grip you held on him when you came undone, body convulsing and finally collapsing fully. he panted directly in your ear, nasty spit that was moments away from dripping off his bottom lip. your nails almost dug claw marks into the sleek wood, your loud whines bouncing back at you.
"love you so much— gonna cum in you."
he plowed his thick globs of white deep into your insides with a guttural groan that could rival the volume of your own cries, a wild twitch present as he pumped into you until his balls fully emptied.
his fingers shamelessly shoveled the dripping cum back into your hole, kisses decorating the nape of your neck. his hand patted your panties as they recovered your leaking cunt and pulled your dress back down for you. he could only smile at the dazy, fucked out expression you held.
"i'll see you back at home. thanks for bringing me lunch." he cooed down at you, leaving a big, wet kiss on your lips.
── .✦ synopsis ; sweet little bunny on a leash, a doberman that holds you in it's jaws oh so gently. not with malice, but with adoration. you wiggle your tail and twitch your ears and hold their attention seductively between your fingertips.
when you're the most adored bunny of the underground, you belong to them and all the same. they mark their territory, pleased to serve.
mafia au inspired! haikyuu ♡ (each team will have their own post!)
BOKUTO who's just so big. big, fat arms dripping in sweat that press deep into the pillows beside your head with your tiny body folded in half against his heavy weight. you could feel him stuffed deep in your tummy, knocking directly against your sensitive cervix as your ankles dangled and your heels dug into the depths of his shoulder blades. The sound of your wet cunt and high-pitched whines could probably be heard from the next few rooms over, the hue of white that falls to the sheets underneath you.
"so pretty— .... gonna make you full—" he groans as if your hole wasn't already leaking in his essence, held tight in the form of a mating press.
BOKUTO who babies you. who cradles your wasted body in his arms with his back against the headboard, lower back supported by his strong forearms. a hand that comes up to pinch your cheeks and lips that coo and coddle you.
"you're so amazing, babe! you're just the cutest!"
AKAASHI who takes his time with your body. who eats your pussy like he has a purpose, a sense of longing. slow kisses, lighting you on fire with the curve of the tip of his tongue on your aching clit. his soft hums that bounce off your skin and two dangerously long fingers that push inside your walls oh so slowly, feeling every edge of your sweet cunt. who gives you no response when you open your mouth to beg,
"please! more—"
if you can't get off from this, you won't get off at all. you'll take what you're given. you know this as he gives a vicious suck on your quivering clit.
AKAASHI who kisses down your body after he's done with you. from your fingertips and all the way down to your ankles, perhaps leaving an extra mark or two on his way back up. who mumbles sweet praises and tells you he loves you before his body plops down next to yours, a hand bringing your head to rest on his cold chest.
AKINORI who looooves to just bend you over random surfaces with his hand between your shoulder blades, pumping himself slowly in your gooey walls. he made you feel every inch, every shift of his hips, every twitch while he pressed sweet kisses to your bare shoulders. the smug smile that sneaks upon his lips when you wiggle your hips greedily when he changes his pace. you can feel him lean in, chest pressed against you.
"you like that, don't you?"
his fingers were gentle, yet you felt locked down to the pool table, tits squished up tight on the smooth material. his smile only widens when you fall apart around him, biting into his bottom lip.
AKINORI who's just so dramatic. he cries and groans with his body that lays diagonally against yours, whining as he pretends he doesn't adore your sweaty skin against his while you kiss each other silly. who lands the softest, barely felt peck to your lips before whispering.
"I love you.."
PAIRS!!
BOKUAKA
AKAASHI who takes it upon himself to make BOKUTO devour your pussy while he stuffs your cunt, dirty slurps that swallow your twitching clit from underneath. his tongue that ever so occasionally comes in contact with the bottom of AKAASHI's cock, tasting the nasty mixture of your juices and the cum pouring of your abused pussy. BOKUTO who could care less, the aggressive twitch of his cock in his hand with fast pumps, begging to get off from your loud whines and AKAASHI's deep moans.
"mm... tastes like heaven—"
AKAANORI
AKAASHI and AKINORI who take turns with your pussy, touches so overwhelming it makes your brain go numb. you can never tell who's hands are traveling down your hips or playing with the fat of your chest, pinching your sensitive nipples but you can tell who's between your legs. AKAASHI's tongue that is painstakingly slow, never in a rush. who draws out your pleasure to the limit and tries to make your orgasms last as long as possible, nails digging crescents into the fat of your thighs. and AKINORI who's more eager than AKAASHI, who teases you endlessly. he leaves you on edge, stuffing his tongue in the tight ring of muscles that clench down at the intrusion. who giggles between your legs when you whine and cry for release.
"soon, baby.. be patient."
BOKUNORI
AKINORI who struggles not to falter with his cock stuffed deep in your pussy with BOKUTO's pushed right up against his, breath caught in his lungs and his hands trembling on your hips. you shook with one leg on the cold marble floors and one leg thrown over AKINORI's shoulder. it was a vicious cycle of cocks punishing your overwhelmed cunt.
" 'm gonna cum again—"
AKINORI could barely focus with the relentless push of BOKUTO'S intimidating size and the suffocating of your already tight walls. BOKUTO who endlessly praises you, nose pushed into the top of your head with his lips on your forehead.
── .✦ synopsis ; sweet little bunny on a leash, a doberman that holds you in it's jaws oh so gently. not with malice, but with adoration. you wiggle your tail and twitch your ears and hold their attention seductively between your fingertips.
when you're the most adored bunny of the underground, you belong to them and all the same. they mark their territory, pleased to serve.
mafia au inspired! haikyuu ♡ (each team will have their own post!)
── .✦ content ; teasing (kuroo), sweet asf yaku bc i love yaku sm, slight exhibitionism (kenma), DP (lev + yaku)
word count; 2,661
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karasuno
KUROO who is such a tease, dragging the tip of his cock slow between your folds before tapping it against your clit. he probes your leaking hole without bothering to push it in, chuckling softly at your cute whines for attention. he pushes in, finally. just the tip. in and out. he hears your pleas but he doesn't listen, pressing his lips against yours.
"why don't you beg for it?"
KUROO who can't control himself once he's reached a hilt, a different person that he was moments ago. eyes screwed shut and pants falling from his mouth while he slammed into you, your body folded in half.
KUROO who washes you down in the shower, not allowing you to do any work with a soap-soaked loofah in hand. he washes your body, washes your hair while he sneaks in mini make out sessions between cleaning your bodies.
YAKU who's sugar sweet. his kisses that rarely ever leave your lips and hips that push into you with slow, smooth motions. you could feel every inch, every pulse and he could feel every crevice, every clench.
"you're so beautiful underneath me." he whispered gentle praises in your ear with a dust of red on his cheeks, fingers intertwined with your hands pushed down by your head. his soft moans directly into your ear that made your cunt squeeze unintentionally and your thighs tighten around his hips. "i think i'm gonna pass out— feels so good. you're so pretty—"
YAKU who mumbles against your lips, fingers brushing hair out of your face with a smile. arms cradle you close and your legs are tangled messily in between each others.
"i love you.." he says, scooting away momentarily. "want to help with dinner?"
KENMA who prefers you to take the lead, mumbling into the mic with someone on the phone for a business call while your hips bounce on his lap. a hand that grabs at your ass, ignoring whether the soft squelches of your cunt squeezing him or his strained grunts could be heard or not. he only attempted to be quiet.
"mm.. yeah? n—no, i'm fine." a hand once on your ass comes to wrap around your mouth when you get too loud, eyes rolling back with drool slipping into his hand. he tried his best to pay attention but half of it slipped his mind whilst he watched his cock disappear into your tight walls and your pretty eyes meet his as he painted your insides pearlescent.
KENMA who forces you into bed, hot bodies close together in silence and his phone in hand. he makes you watch gaming tournaments, a gamble of who you might think win while he mumbles what makes who advantageous and disadvantageous.
LEV who's enthusiasm overrides his technique. his immensely large body that towers over you with the intensity of pure excitement and lust. he pounds into you with every different rhythm, holding your shaking legs all the way to your chest.
"am i doing good?" and you're too lost in your own state of pleasure to respond, the overwhelming change of pace flying you all over the place. your cunt was loud and twitching.
"slow down— mffgh!" you cried, toes curling and your heels digging into his back. he smiles when you suffocate his cock with a squeeze, your words flowing through one ear and out the other.
LEV who rambles on and on in the kitchen, cooking whatever monstrosity sounds good to him. you lean over the island of the kitchen, half asleep and your chin slipping from your palm every what feels like five seconds.
"wakey wakey! food's almost done~" a finger lands on your nose, waking you up momentarily.
TAKETORA who loves carrying you around like a big teddy bear, even when his cock stuffed fully in your guts all with a flustered expression. ears red and face a hot crimson. forearms keeping your legs locked towards your body from behind and his fingers intertwined tightly by your head, holding you full nelson. the weight of which he dropped you down on his cock was unbearable. your cunt screamed with every descent, every shlick! and slosh! apparent in the evening air.
"..mfgh.. this pussy could make me cry." he huffed, fucking his cock into you as fast as it could go in your position.
"tora— 's too much!"
TAKETORA who lets you lay in his bed, out of breath and allows you to relax before running off and coming back with arms full of snacks and drinks. he pushes them to your mouth with a smile, feeling jittery with every giggle that falls from your mouth.
"eat! say ahhhh~"
PAIRS!!
KUROOKEN
KUROO who holds you against his chest while KENMA ruts into your pretty cunt. KUROO's long fingers that circle and pinch at your slick covered clit, a sneaky feline that will somehow find his way to give you that extra stretch. two fingers that push into you besides KENMA's cock shifting inside your walls, eliciting a whine from the both of you. KENMA's lips greedily on your bottom lip, sucking and biting with whines dripping into your mouth.
"look at you two go! what a show~" KENMA that hisses at KUROO's words, finding the effort to pound into you harder.
LEVYAKU
YAKU who finds frustration in the lack of rhythm LEV has, rattled by the feeling of an unregistered pace brushing against his cock in the walls of your cunt and LEV in your back one.
"slow down, you're going to break her!" he grumbled, a finger running to soothe your wet slit. you couldn't focus, two different paces with two different tones. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unsure of who's shoulders you were even grabbing on.
"doesn't she like it?" LEV pouts, his pounds unwavering in your tight ass.
"why is that a question?!"
TORAKEN
KENMA who's fine with just kissing your messy mouth, pawing at the recently freed erection. the bulbous tip flushed red and leaking, pumping slowly with the slow movements of your tongues dancing together. and TAKETORA, who makes up for KENMA's lack of energy. he grunts and whines behind you, slurred praises of your sweet cunt holding him like a vice.
"so warm— kiss em more." he huffs, slamming your hips towards him to meet him halfway. "they keep squeezing me. gonna make me cum!"
BONUS !!
BOKUROO
KUROO who, oh so graciously, shares you occasionally with his bestest friend BOKUTO. your panties pressed to the side with fat fingers on your tongue, one man in front and one behind. BOKUTO who drools when you drool all over his fingers, an open mouth and wide eyes. his eyes trained on yours, flickering to your mouth while his fat cock strained inside his trousers.
"good, aren't they?" KUROO grunts, throwing his head back while his cock invaded your warm walls. "wait til you fill their mouth."
AKAKEN
KENMA and AKAASHI who touch you with adoration. messy tongues and hot touches. the most disgusting kiss you've ever been in, tangled in between KENMA and AKAASHI's. a three-way share of spit with your hands wrapped deliciously around each of their cocks. hands that take turns between your legs, soft circles of your clit. cum that flows down your hands and spills into your palms with a whine and grunt from each of the men, two digits greedily slipping into your soaking walls.
"you're so pretty..." they spoke in unison, hands on your thighs.
TORANAKA
TAKETORA who has you visit TANAKA as a show of display for jealousy only to end up with cocks shoved against your tongue. sweet little thing on her knees, big doe eyes entrancing. rid of your clothes and a soft pillow beneath your sensitive knees.
"pretty little thing.. got a mouth on em." TANAKA whispers, voice strained as if he was in pain.
"savor it while you can." TAKETORA grumbles like a child, breath caught in his lungs as your nose brushed against the tufts of hair on his mound. he spilled down your throat, blushing wildly as your tongue stuck out with no white to be seen.
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Synopsis . The last thing you told your ex-best friend before he was dragged off to jail for arson was one well-deserved, 'fuck you.' Five years later, he broke out of prison, and now he's coming to make good on those words. (nonnie req)
Pairing . fugitive!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, rough sex, possessiveness, a hint of yandere!sukuna, implied stalker!sukuna, manhandling, heavy tension, confessions, creampies, mirror sex, manipulation, jealousy, full nelson, filth, sukuna’s quite literally insane, heavy yearning, violence, major pain kink, toxicity, dirty talk, slight angst, blood, pet names, praise, degrading, he has a dick tattoo, spitting, squirting, orgasm denial/edging, biting, breeding kink, obsession, reader in denial, death threats, attempted murder (?), making up for lost time, etc. / wc . 9.7k
A/N: This might be one of the craziest things I've ever written... Banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (Kinktober Masterlist.)—Ignore how we’re well into November now. Not proofread, sorry if there's any errors! [MDNI]
Your best friend tried to kill you.
Multiple times, in fact. That was the harsh reality of having a man like Sukuna as your closest friend; he was absolutely insane.
Piss him off even the slightest bit and he was sending you all sorts of violent threats, no matter who you were. So, for some reason, when it came on to you—the only friend bold enough to put up with him for the past ten years—he always made sure to follow through on those threats of his.
And as of recently, the man had set your house on fire as you were inside. For what? Oh nothing, just overhearing you have the audacity to refer to another man that wasn’t him as your best friend.
Totally not an overreaction.
——
You remember being laid across your bed, phone in hand as you yapped away to a new friend of yours. Now, you and this friend got along because he was the complete opposite of Sukuna. He didn’t threaten you over petty things, didn’t curse you out and call you mean nicknames, and most importantly, he wasn’t batshit crazy.
While you were busy half-listening to your friend’s voice on the line, you began to smell the faint scent of something acrid. The smell made your face scrunch up, nose crinkling as your brows furrowed and you glanced around your room. You thought that maybe you could’ve left the stove or oven on somehow, even though you don’t remember turning either of those things on..
The scent reminded you of burnt toast if it was intensified to the third degree so, clearly something was burning.
“Are you even listening to me…?” The man on your phone grumps. You could practically picture the pout on his lips, “Hellooo?”
Shaking out of what’s got your expression shifting, “Yeah-, yes, I’m here,” You replied hurriedly, “Sorry, Satoru, gimme a second.” You end up telling him as that smell from the first floor of your home began to grow stronger.
The whole thing was making you very uneasy and it didn’t take much for you to feel the panic seeping up into your veins as you slipped out of your bed and went rushing towards your door. As soon as you opened it, you were smacked in the face with clouds of thick, black smoke that made you cough, bringing one hand up to cover your nose as you ducked and walked out into the wall of heat coating your home’s air.
“You alright over there?” Gojo had asked you, having heard your coughs and even catching a faint crackling as the phone picked it up into the call.
Between another cough, “Yeah, m’fine,” You say jokingly, “My house is just on fire.”
“What??” He gasps, taking in the full severity of the situation, “Shouldn’t you be calling the cops or something?”
You’re leisurely making your way down the hall with your nose still covered and your body slightly hunched over so you don’t inhale too much smoke. This isn’t the first time a certain someone has set something of yours on fire so you suppose that’s why you’re more annoyed than you are scared as you make your way to the edge of your staircase.
Standing there, you lean into the phone a little more. “Yeah, I’m getting to it…” You tell Gojo, easing your way down the steps to peak around the corner and see that the fire is much bigger than what you were expecting.
Again, this isn’t the first time that “best friend” of yours went setting shit on fire in your house. But, this is the first time he set your actual house aflame. Your eyes widen and all that casualty you previously had died inside you as big, wild flames pop and crackle with heat from your living room.
“Oh shit,” You gasped, “S-Satoru, I’ll call you back.”
“Are you oka—“ Before he could even finish, you were hanging up and moving with shaky fingers to dial the police.
And somewhere under all those flames, you swore you heard laughing. Sick, maniacal, and twisted laughter—a sound of which you’d come to recognize anywhere.
Everything that happens after that is one big ugly blur of events. Such an innocent night had turned into something foul all because you’d called Gojo one of your best friends earlier in the day. You don’t even know how the fuck Sukuna got wind of that comment but low and behold, he was the one who set your living room on fire.
The cops were called shortly after you’d discovered the flames and you remember having to be transported out safely in the arms of one hulky blonde fireman, who Sukuna then tried to attack before he was swiftly arrested and pinned to the ground by policemen.
Outside of your home, the two of you had argued back and forth from a distance while they worked cuffs over his wrists. You don’t remember the details of what you’d shouted at him as most of what you spewed was in anger but you do still picture the crazed smile the man had on his face every time you said something especially vicious to him. That was exactly why he liked you so much–, or rather, liked being your friend so much.
Sukuna always adored how you never let him walk all over you, even after he’d literally burnt a part of your house down.
Somewhere between him getting arrested and that sweet blonde fireman—who’s name you noted as Nanami—Sukuna happened to see a gently clothed hand cleanse your face from the few ashes that’d covered your features. The only thing you heard was a snap as he’d broken out of the cuffs and launched himself forward.
It was an even bigger mess from then on.
You barely remember seeing that poor fireman get punched in the face, to which you jumped up, went swinging at Sukuna and… yeah, it was bad. Really bad.
It took multiple police officers and firefighters to pry the two of you off of one another. Well, more like to pry you off of him. You’d landed multiple blows to his face and quickly caused his nose to bleed but, the thing about that entire altercation that had you livid was the fact that he was smiling throughout each second of it.
This was another thing that wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to do. You’d done almost everything under the sun towards one another within the past ten years that you were acquainted—which yes, includes fighting one another. Though, the fighting in question mostly consisted of you hitting him and Sukuna just taking it.
He may have been crazy in every other field imaginable but he'd, surprisingly, never hit a woman. Especially not you.
While you'd been beating up on the man and just before the officers had pulled you two apart, you do remember one more little detail that still manages to cling to your mind to this day.
It was just as an officer had shouted something along the lines of, "Stop right there!" that you recall the glint in Sukuna's eyes dimming and the way his smug smirk flickered. It seemed like reality had finally settled back into his head for a moment and even though you still had a partially bloodied fist hoisted up, ready to land on his face again, you swear that second stretched out longer than it should've before his voice came out ever so softly.
"Fun's over, huh?" Sukuna had whispered to you, as if he somehow knew and fully expected this to be his last moment seeing you. He understood that he was going to jail for all this but that wasn't exactly his biggest concern.
His main thing here was that he had to accept the fact that you probably hate him now—
"Fuck you." You spat, finally, before he could even finish his thought.
If the pill wasn't a tough one to swallow previously, it damn sure was then.
You were pulled off of him seconds later and he was dragged away—this time towards the back of a police car—and although there was something distant and somber about the way his eyes still lingered on you and that same fireman who came to help you, he kept those two words of yours in the forefront of his mind.
After all, it was the last thing you'd said to him.
“Are you okay?” Nanami ended up asking you as he stepped impossibly closer and was quick to tend to you as if his condition wasn't worse off. Concern was etched all into his features but, even though you heard him, your eyes were busy fixed onto Sukuna.
You managed a nod and felt the man's hands reach for yours to clean the blood off of them. You should've been able to take your eyes off of the same guy who literally just set your house on fire and then proceeded to attack someone just for helping you.
And yet, there you were, letting Nanami's smooth suggestion of, "Let’s get you checked out,” flow through one ear and out the other.
Even as he gently pulled you away from the scene, your mind was one big mess of confliction. You're supposed to hate Sukuna now, obviously. He was insane!
But... he's always been that way and somehow, you've always forgiven him for it. Maybe it was because there was more good with him than there was bad. Or perhaps it was because he was the only man you knew could match your crazy.
Part of you wanted to go and fight for Sukuna's freedom after the whole ordeal, y'know, that really delusional and stupid part of you. And the other half of you knew that the sensible thing to do here was to leave him where he was. Maybe a couple years in jail would do him some good.
Right?
——
That was five years ago from now, where your home has since been repaired and free of the violent crimes of which your ex-best friend committed against you.
Luckily, you listened to the logical half of your brain and went against fighting for his freedom or contacting him at all, no matter how many times you found yourself missing him.
These days you try to convince yourself that you don't even think about him as much but, every time you bring a new guy into your life it just feels weird or, something feels like as though it were crawling up your spine. Especially if you tried to talk to someone romantically.
You'd always experience this odd lump of guilt eating away at you and it made you feel strange considering the fact that you should feel free of Sukuna's control over you and who you date. You'd been in relationships before he was locked up, after all.
Even though most of them ended in the weirdest ways...
You remember how one guy told you how he didn't want to die just for dating you. At the time you laughed it off, thinking he was being dramatic, but looking back on it now... perhaps Sukuna had something to do with it?
There was also the time a guy completely ghosted you just a few days after you'd both admitted you were in love with one another. You don't know what that was all about but, again, looking back on it now...
To take your mind off of the man you're not supposed to be thinking about, you end up fishing for your remote after plopping down on your living room couch. The TV soon flicks on and you shove all thoughts of your ex-best friend into the very back of your mind where he belongs.
He's exactly where he's supposed to be now anyway; rotting in a cell somewhere.
On a brighter note, for the past five years straight you've been living your best life. For the most part, anyway.
You and that nice blond fireman got closer through the years and he often comes over to your house to give you some company after you'd explained how Sukuna was your closest friend years ago. You know Nanami visits you out of pity but, you never exactly reject him.
The only unfortunate thing about that situation is the fact that every time he flirts with you, you can't find it in yourself to reciprocate. There's nothing wrong with him and he'd be a good fit for you, truly. The issue here is that you can't ignore how wrong you feel when you're with him.
He could be doing nothing more than sitting on your couch watching TV with you and yet you felt as though you had Sukuna's eyes burning into the very back of your skull—watching, judging, daring. There was even a time you and Nanami tried kissing. He wasn't bad at it and neither were you, something was just wrong about it and you didn't know what it was.
Perhaps Sukuna had unconsciously conditioned you into some sort of deep rejection towards anyone that wasn't him and you hadn't realized it.
Things only became clear for you when the same thing happened with Gojo. Who you tried going on dates with, tried to let spoil you, and even tried sleeping with. All of which failed miserably, especially that last little act. You'd felt off the entire time, so much so that you don't even think you were turned on.
Which was crazy to think about considering he's Gojo Satoru! It's not like you weren't into him.
He'd treated and touched you better than any guy ever had before—as did Nanami—but maybe that was the problem. Maybe you didn't want something that was smooth and gentle with you. Maybe you needed the craziness you only knew to come with the asshole sitting in prison right now.
Or at least... the asshole that was sitting in prison.
The moment your TV finally turns on, there's a news report playing that instantly snatches up your attention and makes every vein in your body run cold. The report ahead explains how a man who'd been convicted for arson had recently escaped prison and has been on the run for at least three days now.
You swallow thickly and your eyes quickly flock around to various corners of your house. Three days? Logically speaking—and not like you looked this up before or anything but—that's about the same amount of time it would take for him to get to your house on foot...
You turn back to your TV and sink further into your couch, turning the volume up to listen intently to the rest of the report before you drive yourself insane. The fugitive could be anyone after all. Arson is a pretty common crime to commit, isn't it?
"—The man is said to be at least six feet tall with pink hair, dark red eyes, and tattoos all over his face," The woman on your screen adds on suddenly before a mugshot pops up just a few inches away from her.
Aaaand fuck, it's him.
You immediately shoot up from your seat and start rushing around your house to make sure all the doors are locked and that every window is shut tightly. Hell, you even consider bordering up all exits and entryways.
The sound of your heart racing in your chest thumps all the way up against your eardrums as you fight with the increasing sensation of paranoia rising within you. You move all throughout your home, slamming doors shut and double-checking each lock with slightly trembling hands.
You hate how all it took was one little report to have you all anxious and thinking about him again. It's been five years. Maybe you saw the report wrong, maybe it was about that younger, identical nephew of his...
No, no, that doesn't even make sense. He was just a kid the last time you saw him and from what you remember, he wants to be nothing like his crazy ass uncle.
Fuck.
Over six feet tall, pink hair, dark red eyes, tattoos all over his face... Only one person fits that description and you know it.
Fuck.
You saw his face too, you can't just ignore that and try to convince yourself it isn't him.
The news is still playing off in the background, echoing throughout the walls of your house almost hauntingly now as you struggle to ignore the punctuating reality of Sukuna no longer being behind bars.
"He's not coming here," You mutter to yourself, despite the suddenly pounding memories of him flooding right back into the forefront of your mind.
Fuck.
It's been five years, there's no way he's going to escape from prison just to come torment you again. Or worse, to come get revenge from you not coming to see him all this time...
Then again, if you still can't help but think about him in moments where you really shouldn't be, he's probably been doing the same thing. Hell, you're probably the only thing on his mind right now.
Something in your chest throbs at the mere idea. You don't know why that invoked such a physical reaction from you, it's not like you've ever liked the guy or anything like that.
Aside from the first few years of your friendship when you had the biggest crush on him.
But that was fifteen years ago, feelings like that don't linger this long. Feelings like that shouldn't linger for this long, not after he's burned down a quarter of your house and has been sent off to jail for it.
For a moment you consider dialing the police but, what exactly would they do aside from send an officer or two out to your house for the night? Your phone is in your hands now and all you're doing is staring at the screen with a million thoughts in your head.
You can't call the police, that'd just end in another big brawl between you and Sukuna before he's arrested again and, unfortunately, the last thing you feel like doing is fighting anymore. You don't think you have the energy for that, especially not this late into the night. So, you end up pocketing your phone and instead head back to your living room.
Up until you hear a sudden thud from somewhere behind your house.
Your heart sinks into your ass and you freeze. Straining your ears to catch more sounds, you slowly turn on your heels and creep back towards your kitchen. The floorboards beneath your steps creak softly but you swear you hear a distance set of steps creeping around as well.
Yet, when you stop, the sound stops as well.
So perhaps you were just driving yourself insane?
Yeah, that's probably it. It's been five whole years, Sukuna would not spend all that time thinking about you and then turn around and come back to the same woman who got him thrown into jail. He's crazy but he's not that crazy.
Taking one more stretchy moment to let the silence linger on, you release a long sigh and pace into your kitchen. Just in case, you still want to have a weapon on you in the event that your delusions turn out to be true.
Right before you reach the knives, the sound of your house phone ringing like something out of a cliche slasher movie cuts through the air and easily scares the shit out of you.
Flinching, you hurry over to it and scramble about to get the phone into your hands properly, quickly lifting it up to your ear. "Hello?" You call out with a slightly shaky voice.
At first there's no sound, just static. Which, of course makes you want to hang up.
You've never been a fan of scary shit and the only person who knows that about you is Sukuna. So if the creepy silence was telling you anything, it's that it was definitely him—
"Hey, have you seen the news?" Gojo's voice rings out to you after one too many deafening seconds of eerie silence.
With a heavy sigh of relief, you almost smile into the phone. Thank God it's just him. "Yeah," You reply half-breathily, "Of course I saw it."
There's a slight sound of shuffling over the phone and you think you hear keys for a moment, "Do you want me to come over? Y'know, just in case that maniac shows up?"
You're shaking your head before speaking, "No, no, you don't have to do all that, Satoru. I'm fine-, it's fine."
"You don't sound fine..." He points out.
You roll your eyes for a moment, hating how well he's gotten to know you over the past few years. Leaning against your kitchen counter a little, you glance over at the knives just a few inches away from you, "How do I sound then?"
Gojo scoffs harmlessly, "Shaken up."
You're quiet for a moment and within it, it's almost like your breathing is echoing around you. Ignoring the intensified sound, you shake your head and shut your eyes for a second to ground yourself, "I'm fine, really."
The man over the phone lets out a long hum and you could almost hear the skeptical look on his face, "I'd be over in fifteen minutes top, y'know... I just-"
"Satoru," You cut off gently, "Seriously, I'm okay. I... I know how to handle myself and I doubt he's even coming here. It's been three whole days after all. He's probably on the other side of the country by now."
"Right..." Gojo trails off for a moment before shrugging, even though you can't see it. "Well, if you're sure. Just uh," He clicks his tongue slightly and leans into the phone, voice getting a little louder against your ear, "Call me if you need anything."
"I will, I will." You promise, "Goodnight, Satoru. A-And don't call my house phone anymore, you scared the shit out of me."
He chuckles, "Sorry, you weren't picking up your cell so I got a little worried. But, yeah, goodnight, sweetheart."
You place the house phone back into its original place and the call ends there. Your hand lingers on top of the phone for a bit before you slowly slide your touch away and let your shoulders relax.
All the tension that'd been there just a moment ago has died down a little and you feel calmer now.
See? Everything is perfectly fine.
But, it wouldn't hurt to grab one of those knives just in case...
Fishing through the knife holder, you eventually pluck one up and bring it closer to you for inspection. You let the blade's end tap against your finger softly to make sure it's sharp, not exactly cutting yourself but just checking it out. Then, you breathe out another sigh as if to steady yourself again.
You had a weapon and you could call up Gojo if anything else went sideways so, everything was okay.
Just as you turn around, that last little thought of yours is practically fucked out of your head violently. There's a tall, brooding frame of a man standing a few feet away from you inside of your kitchen, the sight of him enough to make your entire body flinch with a physical force strong enough for you to drop the knife you just picked up.
You shoot down for the weapon you dropped and scramble it back up into your hands before rising up to your feet again, seeing that the man who'd just scared you hasn't moved an inch.
As your breath remains uneven and weighted with fear, the male inside your house is standing there with that signature smile of wickedness plastered all over his face. Cocking a thick pink brow, which you notice has two slits in one them, "'Sweetheart', huh?" He drawls, voice all dense with a baritone that fills every inch of the space between you both.
Your eyes are wide and frantic, running over every bit of your ex-best friend standing before you, trying to figure out whether or not this is real or just some fucked up nightmare. His hair, that same bright pink you know it to be, is all unkempt and wild atop his head as his eyes, low-lidded and dark, steadied onto yours.
"What the hell are you doing here?" You hiss out slowly, sounding unsure in your own tone given the abundant sense of unease inside you.
You watch his lower, rose-toned lip get pulled in between his teeth at the mere sound of your voice before his head angles to the side in slow motion. Then he lets his crimson eyes drag up and down the expanse of your frightened frame and swallows up every inch of you with his gaze alone. It's only been a few seconds and you felt as though you were shrinking under him already, despite the distance between you.
Sukuna's voice carries out with the same rasp that never fails to drive you insane, "Awh, come now," He coos with a pout of mocking smearing across his face for a moment, "Is this any way to greet your best friend? Pointing a knife at me as if it hasn't been years since we've last seen one another."
Your eye twitches in annoyance, "You set my fucking house on fire!"
He visibly reacts to the elevation in your tone with a rise of his brows and a slight adjustment backwards as if you'd pushed at him. "Surely you're not still mad about that," He purrs lowly before taking a small step forwards and ignoring the blade you have aimed his way.
You shift backwards but you merely meet the counter and realize you'd have to run left or right if you wanted to escape him. That, and most of the exits are somewhere behind him.
"You need to leave," You breathe hotly, "Get out before I call the cops again or I swear to—"
"Call the cops again?" Sukuna scoffs loudly and his next step closer makes the floor groan distantly under his bulky frame, "You think they can keep me locked up forever? I escaped once, I can do it again." Now he's only a few more steps away from you and you've yet to pry yourself away from your spot.
You hate how you can hardly move under his gaze, as if you'd been put under some type of spell or something, your body condemned to stay in place.
"And do you know where I'll come once I do?" He adds on slowly, sneaking nearer until he's only one step away from your personal space. "Right," The distance lessens as he takes that final step, "Back," Sukuna extends an arm out and you feel it brush against your side as he places his hand on the counter behind you, his lips grazing your ear now, "To you." he finishes off in a chilling whisper.
You fall impossibly quieter and he pulls away from your ear just to meet eyes with you, leaving you there to stare up at him with years of and years of emotions floating around your gaze. You wanted to say something, anything, but the only thing you could manage was a subtle twitch of your lips. To which he took as an opportunity to fill the silence.
Tone almost vulnerable if you listened hard enough, "I just wanted to see you," Sukuna admits, almost like he'd missed you or something.
Your grip on that rather useless knife of yours tightens, as does the feeling in your chest. You're standing face to face with him now, halfway trapped between his large body and the counter behind you.
And as if to unintentionally ruin the moment, his eyes sink further along your frame, drinking in your lack of a response to him and instead letting his expression color itself in amusement as he leans down to you and whispers, “You look good.”
The heated, “Fuck you.” that pours past your lips is instantaneous. You didn't even have to think about the words before uttering them, nor do you regret saying them to him in such a distasteful tone.
Sukuna hums somewhere deeply in his throat and draws himself back just a bit, “That’s what I’m here for, brat.”
You blink, “What?”
“Don’t you remember?" He continues, eyes studying every curve and twitch in your face as if he'd forgotten how expressive you could be. "All those years ago, that’s what you asked me to do, isn’t it?”
Your lashes are batting with perplexity now, “I didn’t ask you to do shit-”
“Well, that is the last thing you said to me.” He cuts off quickly. Then his hand moves off of the counter behind you and you instinctively draw your knife up, the tip of the blade tickling his chin and causing his head to tip back some. There's a faint hitch in his breath as he's caught off guard ever so faintly.
Testingly, your eyes remain vexing and pointing upwards on his, “So?”
His hand carefully reaches your wrist and his fingers curl around it, his touch a sense of gentleness you've never felt from him before. Sukuna was touching you as if you were made of some kind of porcelain—liable to break at any given moment. Which, naturally, had you even more pissed off. It lets you know that five years away from you did nothing but make him think he'd left you all fragile and on the edge of breaking or something.
“Are you really gonna sit there and act like you didn’t miss me all this time?" The fugitive questions further, voice an annoying cadence of softness. It was so out of character for him that it made you feel even more uneasy standing in front of him.
Something wasn't right here.
“I didn’t," You claim as if you hadn't spent over half of those five years doing exactly that.
“Mh," Sukuna hums again and this time his lips twitch back up into that usually smug smile, voice dropping, "Yeah? Is that what helps you sleep at night?”
To combat with his never ending smugness, you try to appear as nonchalant about it as you can and drag out your little white lie some more, “Yup.”
“Tch.” He's quickly irritated by that one word threading past your lips with such indifference, “So I set your house on fire one time and now all of a sudden ten years of friendship don’t mean shit to you?” He asks.
The statement itself was almost more concerning than the fact that he'd done that to you. You'd think five years in confinement would help a person think over their actions and actually consider the wrong in their crimes but apparently Sukuna Ryomen wasn't prone to such a thing.
“You tried to kill me, asshole.” You remind him for the nth time.
He talks half a step away from you and chuckles, “I’d never do something like that and you know it. If that fire had hurt you that day, I’d never forgive myself for it.” Sukuna claims in a weirdly endearing way.
You hate how that makes your chest do that weird clenching thing again, as if his words still had an honest affect on you after all this time. Somewhere distantly in your mind, you were screaming at yourself about how you should've called the police on him again when you had the chance, while you were still somewhat in your right mind. But now it was too late, you were already wrapped around his finger tightly with no desire to unravel yourself from him.
Before you can manage out another jab, he ends up bringing one of those large hands of his up to his sharpened jawline and then runs his palm over it carefully, gaze drooling out an emotion you don't care to acknowledge right now, “And I meant what I said,” He whirs, “You look good.”
Finally rolling your eyes elsewhere, “You shouldn’t be here.” You deflect.
Sukuna obviously doesn't move, “You’re not telling me to leave.”
“You need to.”
“Do you want me to?” He retorts, taking the following long second of silence as a decent enough response from you, “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
After which you allow yourself a moment to finally take the sight of him in. He's not as close as he was before which is somewhat helpful to your buzzing nerves but... fuck, he got even hotter within the time he's been gone.
Sukuna's always been tall but you swear he's grown a few more inches. All his features are sharper and more defined as if he hadn't let a day go by without properly taking care of himself, despite being locked away for so long. His body is staggering more so now than ever before as he stands in front of you clad in nothing more than a crisp white T-shirt and the rest of his prison jumper sitting low on his hips.
Now, this shouldn't be as distracting as it is but, as soon as you look down you can't help the way your eyes widen at the sight of the slightest sliver of smooth skin peeking out from the space between his lower abdomen and his pelvis. That bright orange fabric was way too low on his hips and you're sure he was aware of it too.
The toned V-line of his was adorned with trails of teasing veins that led to something you swore yourself up and down you didn't want to think about at all. But of course, it's hard not to think about it when you see that heavy tent in his crotch. You always knew Sukuna was... packing but, most times when you'd acknowledged it, you tried to shove the thought away just as quickly as it came.
It's a little hard to do that now when he's standing right in front of you watching you watch him. You don't even realize the way your eyes all but linger there as your lips part and a soft breath ghosts past them.
Then you're speaking your mind without thinking first, “You got… bigger.”
Your eyes are still glued to that outline of something bulky in his pants just before you hear him scoff at your shamelessness and force yourself to look up again. Sukuna's eyes look hungrier now. Shit, that wasn't your intention at all. You're should be kicking him out of your house right now-
“That’s what five years in a cell does to someone, woman," The man drawls, voice a pitch lower already.
One little moment of taking in his appearance and he was already feeling the effect you had on him. Moving your gaze away from his starved one, you resort to studying his now folded arms and how hefty they are tucked over his even broader chest. The tattoos across his skin still seemed as fresh as ever, almost as if not a day had ever gone by.
Clearing your throat and ignoring how hot you start to feel when your mind flashes an image of those same arms around you, “F-Five years in that cell and you still can’t even address me by my-” You're cut off when he looms closer all of a sudden, causing your stammered words to die out in your throat somewhere. He's mute as he draws close and then cranes his head down to your neck, inhaling you sharply. “...What are you doing?” You ask slowly, heart beginning to do that loud thumping thing again.
“You smell like another guy,” Sukuna utters a few inches away from your skin. It was almost as though he could see the scent of someone else on you before he even leaned in like that.
It gave you chills.
Trying to laugh his actions off again, you end up reaching a free hand up to his chest to try and lightly push him away, “What are you, a dog?”
“Woof," wisps out of his lips in a half-joking manner but with the way it slathers against your skin before the tip of his nose replaces the sensation as he zeros in on your neck, you're left struggling with a million and one emotions.
“The fuck…?” You whisper to yourself.
He only chuckles at your reaction, finding it rather cute, “Is that what I have to be to get in your good graces again?" Sukuna asks as his face adjusts to your neck and his teeth graze you, "Some kind of mutt?"
"No," You scoff, "Y-You're never getting in my good graces again." Your hand pushes at him again but even he could tell you don't mean anything by the gesture. Especially considering how you finally place your knife down somewhere behind you.
To which he smiles knowingly, "Oh yeah?"
"...Yeah," You manage out softly, turning your head to try and see what exactly he's doing.
"You don't sound so confident," Sukuna utters into your skin as if to let his words tattoo themselves into the area.
And hey, maybe you didn't sound confident because you weren't. So instead of searching for something new to say to him in response, you fall back on the same thing you've been saying to him for as long as you can remember. Angling your head elsewhere as you scoff a neatly said, "Fuck you."
"You keep saying that," He replies quickly while steadily gliding his head away from your neck and lifting. It's then that you're made well aware of how close he is to you now. Such little distance remains from his face to yours and all it would take is a short lean downwards for his lips to be against yours if either of you wished it so, "And I'm starting to think you want me to." He finishes off bluntly.
You blink out of your temporary daze just then, "What?"
"Fuck you," Your ex-best friend half-way clarifies, "It seems like you want me to fuck you."
"You-," Your words pause whilst your lashes flutter over one another, mind troubling itself trying to wrap around the audacity he seemed to carry after all this time. "You can't set my house on fire, go to jail for it, and then come back to me years later and try to sleep with me," You remind the man as you carry your stern gaze back up onto his, "Time does not equate to an apology, asshole."
Sukuna cocks a brow and bites back a laugh at the sound of that, "Is that what you need from me? A measly little apology?"
You scoff, "No, I don't need one from you but it would be nice-"
"I'm sorry." He says frankly, "Now, what else can I do to make up for it, hm?" His other hand presses behind you and you're trapped between both of his bulky arms before you even realize it, his voice dropping a tone and making the moment all the more intimate, "One thousand, eight hundred, and twenty nine days in which I have not seen nor heard from you and yet," You watch as his head tilts slowly and his eyes cascade down to the curve of yours lips, "You expect me to pry myself away from you?"
"Sukuna," You whisper, feeling almost suffocated in the lack of space between the two of you. Every fiber of his being was swallowing you up by the second and yet no matter how consuming it all felt, you couldn't find it in yourself to want to pull away.
You're unsure why his name even tiptoes past your lips like that when you carry no sort of argument against him any more. Sure, you should hate him now-, you think you still do but, it's hard to consider those emotions when he's so close.
Then his voice sinks another octave and your knees are feeling weak as his words exit him with something sinfully heated behind them, "I have missed you, achingly, for years," Sukuna claims, leaving you intoxicated in everything that pertains to him all over again. The tip of his finger meets your chin and forces your head further up, both of you now looking at the same thing now. "Yet you deny me. Why?" He questions.
You swallow thickly, as if that would lessen your nonexistent will to escape him, "You tried to kill me..." Your voice is meek and you hate every second of it, "Y-You set my house on fire."
The man fights with the smile that nearly broadens itself across his lips, "You remain unharmed."
"What about my home, Sukuna?" You ask in return, seeing as that is the most important thing here second to your well-being. Your tone is a little more sturdy now and he catches onto it, the sound making that undesirable glint in his irises return.
"It has been repaired, I see," He points out comically. After which his hand shifts and he holds the entirety of your jaw in his palm, thumb caressing your skin whilst he leans in and stops juuuust before his lips are on yours, "What more do you want from me?"
Your mouth trembles with the words that ached to leave them, unconsciously longing for the finality that is him kissing you at some point. You hated how in all the time he's been gone you'd done everything but move on and instead worked yourself up to a point so low in being touch-starved that you wanted to whine from the sheer closeness you shared with him alone.
"...Tell me why you did it." You eventually manage to demand from him.
He sighs but his answer is immediate, "You tried to replace me."
"What?" Your brows meet and your eyes shoot up to his, "No I didn't. I-I'd never-,"
"Gojo," Sukuna starts off interruptingly, allowing himself to meet those gorgeous pupils of pure vexing distaste he'd missed oh-so-graciously, "The fireman..."
"You can't be serious," You spat as you barely made an attempt to tug your chin out of his hold.
The effort you make is completely in vain since he only tightens his grip and this time tugs you impossibly closer, your breaths intertwining with one another now. "Forgive me," He demands, lips grazing the skin of yours as he does so.
Your mind halts every thought for a moment. The way he was looking at you alone was enough for you to have forgiven him a long time ago. Hell, you almost forget you were ever even mad with him to begin with. Sputtering, "I-I can't just-"
"Then let me apologize properly," Sukuna cuts off smoothly, words practically seeping out directly into your mouth now.
And all you could do was swallow down each one, completely entrapped in every thread of seductive manipulation he'd woven into you over the years. Your statement is airy as it strings out of you slowly, "You shouldn't even be here."
"I'm here because you need me to be," He protests.
You detest how true that may be but, you lie anyway, "No, I don't."
"Your body betrays your claims," The fugitive points out in the same way he always had whenever he saw directly through you, "Just look at the way you've leaned into my every touch as if you crave it—long for it, even," Sukuna continues on as his lips being to part over your own, ready to capture them in the sweetest, long overdue kiss. "Let me make my amends to you, woman." He requests of you kindly, shortly adding a borderline desperate, "Please."
——
You should never have given to that, really.
You were supposed to keep up with your act of stubbornness and not go back to your old ways of forgiving him no matter how wrong he did you. Yet, like any toxic relationship, you can't seem to find it in yourself to do that at all.
So here you are now, debauched and ruined in front of your own bedroom mirror. Having been put on display by the same man you were supposed to kick out of your home hours ago, you're busy bouncing up and down a looong expanse of his thick inches as he did nothing more than talk you to filth.
“Y’see this? See what’s all mine?” Sukuna rasps hotly against the sensitive shell of your ear, having one of his thick hands settled neatly onto the curve of your hips as he guides you up and down his swollen shaft with no sense of gentleness whatsoever. His other hand busies itself away with your jaw to keep your head facing the mirror just a few inches away from the edge of the bed where the two of you are sat, “Yeahhh, look how pretty she is taking all that cock. Taking all my cock. Uhuh..”
Your pussy is left swallowing up everything he stuffs up into you, singing out sloppy glistens of wetness and slick every time he hits that spot inside you no one else ever has or could before. All whilst your mouth dangles open, gorgeous strings of moans 'n whimpers gliding out of your throat and filling the air of your bedroom—the same bedroom he'd previously heard you talking to so many other guys in.
You never knew it of course; never knew that he had your entire home bugged from top to bottom, always listening to who you talked to and how you spoke to them. So five years ago, that might've been how he'd heard you call Gojo your best friend but, none of that matters much now. You're exactly where Sukuna has wanted you to be all this time.
“Fucked so stupid on it already,” He grunts at the way you're struggling to keep up your rhythm on top of him. “How cute,” Sukuna adds on cooingly, to which your cunt flexes ever so deliciously around his slobbering length.
Everything's a literal mess now.
You've got your neck plastered in spit and bite marks, all from the man who just swore he had to make sure you and anyone else who dare set their eyes on you after this knew you belonged to someone. The two of you have been at it for hours now and at this point you're hoping the police have long since forgotten about searching for him.
At some point you think you should've gone numb from the pleasure he'd given you but instead it was the exact opposite; you just couldn't get enough!
With the way your walls hugged the fat of his cock so snuggly every time he spoke, he couldn't help but carry out his teasing, “No one else has been in here, huh?” He asked, despite already being quite sure of the answer.
From drooly lips, “N-No, Sukuna,” You hardly manage out, especially with the way the wide crown of his cock is just thrashing up against your cervix, leaving the nastiest of kisses all against it so that you'll never forget the feeling, “Jus’ you.."
He smiles proudly at the sound of that and something in his chest swells dangerously. Hips bucking up faster-, harder to rudely knock up against the same place that's been gushing all over every inch of him for fuck knows how long now, "Really? So you were saving this pussy just for me, hm?”
“No,” You try huffing out. Instead, the short word comes out as more of a moan than anything but, all your syllables had been leaving you like that.
Just a few minutes ago he'd had you spread out over your bed and mumbled apologies into your cunt with nasty swirls of his tongue, inscribing every "sorry" into your walls with searing licks and lathers. It was the only time in all this that he'd gone somewhat quiet and instead let your pussy do the talking.
You hardly grasped what transpired from that to now since you're struggling to take everything he's giving you. Hell, you can barely get yourself to sink all the way down to that dark ink he's got wrapped around his cock, having told you that the tattoo there is—apparently—what you're supposed to be reaching with every thrust.
“Feels like you were,” He husks out thickly in between ragged breaths, grin only enlarging itself out across his slicked face, “Look at how sloppy she is around me,” And just as he says that, you're doing nothing more than watching the way your pussy lips drool so stupidly against the angry veins of his dick. To which he snickers into your ear just to tease you some more, “Such a wet lil' thing.”
You can't even control the way your head flops back somewhere against him, hips growing fatigued by the minute and throat hoarse from your pathetic mewls of pleasure, “Hnngh, S-Sukunaa."
The man only tuts before shaking his head a little to get the sweat-soaked pink locks of hair sticking to his forehead to move a bit, taking in the sight of how slovenly the both of you look right now.
With his lips sticking to the sensitive crest of your ear, he whispers ever so tentatively, “Made s’perfect for me,” A praise that only has you drenching the stretching girth that's tucked heavenly inside you, “Aren’t you?”
“M-Mhmm,” You agree instantly, of course. You think you've forgotten how to and the overall desire to deny him a long time ago from now.
Just then you feel a certain twitch spasming against your honeyed walls, causing a lewd squelch to ring out. Sukuna's breath gets even more breathier as his heavy balls ache for the release he's been saving just for you. “Slut,” He calls, almost as if that were your birth given name. “Look at me,” The same strong hand on your jaw forces your head to turn and your eyes meet his dilated pupils, “Can you feel that? Feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me? Hm?”
Just as he asks you all those dirty questions, you feel him rolling the rest of his cock deeper inside you, trying to make that slathered tattoo disappear all the way past your puffy folds already.
“Yes,” You croak pliantly, earning a mocked pout of his kiss-bitten lips.
“Yeah? How do I feel inside there, huh?” He asks, just to earn a soft whine out of your throat instead of proper response. Then he cocks his brow up, “S’good you can’t answer me properly? Poor thing—here," All. of your breath is ripped out of your lungs as he then moves both of his arms down to swoop under your thighs and lift them up and out. Followed by which is him finding the nerve to stand with you in his hold.
You quickly find yourself in a full nelson before you have the time to break out of your cockdrunken state. The drool from your lips drips out onto the floor with soft, nasty splatters that match what's currently leaking all off of his balls and onto the floor.
Oh, the sight is nothing short of pure filth.
But—naturally—Sukuna's not phased by the change of positions in the slightest, "Tell me if this is better for you.” He taunts.
Better for you? As if. You could feel a tingling sensation thrumming all throughout your legs as they reduced to utter mush in his arms, especially as he starts moving. His thick cock dives in and out of your leaking hole, creating the prettiest sounds of nastiness that reverberate throughout the space around you.
Sukuna spreads you out impossibly wider with his rugged, tattooed arms secured too neatly under the plush of your thighs, having you take him fully now. Your hips feel wobbly whilst he hauls you up and down his cock, leaving you to do nothing but sop up everything he slid so thoroughly into you.
You're gasping when his wiiiide cock lodges so suddenly against your sweetest spot, “Kuna’, c-can’t—mmgh! Fuck! M’gonna cum,” You pant heavily, adding on a cute whine of, “S'too much!”
He's kissing somewhere near your neck now but you're too focused on the feel of his weepy head against where you needed him most to realize. Not until he starts that raspy purring against your hot skin, “Again? You like my cock that much?”
“N-No,” You manage to argue playfully, “I just-, mmnh! I-I like the way you fuck me.”
“Oh really?” He scoffs instantaneously, as if offended for a second. “And yet look at this messy pussy," Sukuna directs, causing your attention to shift down at the way you've left the creamiest mess of release all around that dark ink of his. "Crying alll around the same cock she hates.”
“Ohfuck,” You gape, eyes watering up again when he bites down hard at your neck. Something deep in the pit of your stomach felt as though you were bursting and fuck did it feel good.
So good that you're driven straight into overstimulation for the nth time of the night, all while sobbing and pleading for something—though you're not quite sure what for. It's not like you wanted a break by this point, no, no, you were much more interested in him breaking you.
So why does your body start squirming in his arms all over the place as if to escape him? You've no idea.
“Don’t do that,” Sukuna starts scolding you the moment he catches onto it, arms bulging around your folded body and locking you in place, “Take it, since you like the way I fuck. Take it, every fuckin’ inch—none of these-," His head angles up to lick the streaming teardrops off of your cheeks, "Mmh… sweet-, tears. Awh, look at you trying to run from it. S'this too much for my slutty girl?” He sears into you.
“Sukuna, please,” You beg. For what? You're still unsure but by this point you're unsure about everything. The only thing you can think about is the way he feels inside you.
He's still breaking out that smug smile of his, taunting, “Please what?”
“I-I can’t—“ You don’t even know what you were trying to say with the way your mind blanks and you cream around the thick of his cock yet again.
“Shh, shh, listen to her," Sukuna instructs, letting your gasps and cunt become the loudest things in the room. “Y'Hear that? That’s what good sluts sound like when they get fucked right.” He explains to you, talking into your ear once more just to have you spasming all around him for the millionth time. The baritone in his voice gets impossibly heavier in the next second, “Hah, ready to hear how they get bred?”
In response, all you can do is clench around him and manage a lazy, fucked-out nod of your head.
“Ohhh, you are, huh?” He coos.
“Uhuhh,” You babble, “Please ‘Kuna... N-Need it."
A scratchy grunt tumbles up from his throat, “Need what? Say it for me.”
“Cum inside me,” You say fully and almost perfectly for the first time in hours, “Fuck me full.”
He almost does at the sound alone but for some reason, he feels as though he needed to hold out just a little longer. "S'that what you need?" Sukuna huffs, thrusts entirely uneven now with the way his pearly 'n dawdling cockhead thwacked around your insides with no more direct focus, just feral need. "You need my cum inside you?"
"Yes," You weep delightfully.
Your best friend can only manage another, "Fuck, I've missed you so much." at the sound of that. Then he's spilling every globbing rope of cum inside you. His thrusts punctuating to make sure it takes, "Thought about you every. single. day."
"Sukuna," Your head is turning elsewhere again and for some reason he hates that.
So he's rasping a needy, "Look at me," all over again, swallowing down the terribly plead that nearly jumped out of his throat. Masking the near level of patheticness he'd reached, "Now tell me you love me." he demands instead.
Your mind may be a mush of cockdrunk and fucked-stupid but you still carry that same strength to push his buttons one more time, "F-Fuck you,"
Sukuna groans harshly and turns around with you. One second you're held tightly in his hands and the next he's laying you down on the bed flat with a rough grab on your head just to push it against your bedsheets. The next few moans that leave your throat are broken and muffled as he plows into you in yet another new position—prone bone—and driving his fat cock into every quivering crevice of your cunt.
His free hand presses down against the newfound arch in your spine and his dick feels even thicker inside you somehow. Eyes fluttering, you end up giving in without him having to say anything else, "F-Fuck! I love you, 'Kuna..." You sob into the bed.
He tugs your head up by your hair with a sharp pull, "One more time f'me?"
"Hnngh, I l-love you," You whimper.
He chuckles as if he's aware of something you're not, "Oh, I know you do, sweetheart, I know." Then he's leaning down, wide, muscular body caging yours as he speaks carefully, "You're never gonna send me off like that again, right?"
"Never," You're choking now, his hard tip kissing that spot of yours yet again.
"So obedient," Sukuna comments whilst practically spelling his name out into your cunt, "All I have to do is give you some cock for you to obey my every word, huh?"
You're nodding like some idiotic whore now, "Mhmm.."
"What a slut." He scoffs—as if he isn't into it or something—and then lets his eyes glide down your gorgeously ruined body, "My slut though, isn't that right?"
You don't even try to think before speaking. The words easy fall past your lips in a wispy puff, "All yours S'kuna."
"Juuust as I fuckin' thought," He breathes out in return. And then with one last little snicker, his voice dips to something so quiet that you nearly miss the way he finishes off with a softened, "'Love you too, woman."
Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.
Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadori’s (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smút only when they’re adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.0k
A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yuji’s family tree is HILARIOUS.
“You’ve never what?”
“I mean, yeah? So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”
Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.
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Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you.
He’s convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Choso’s racked up more interruptions than he’s seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesn’t watch.
It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of you…and maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didn’t seem too realistic when the Itadori’s were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately.
Alas, Choso’s resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universe’s way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something he’s suspected ever since the both of you were eight.
The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.
Of course, it’s not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second you’d moved in - that new family next door he’d been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any.
“Um, welcome to-”
“Your hair’s funny.”
Now, Choso’s never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasn’t supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?
Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of “M’sorry, meant your hair’s very cool. Wanna match-”
And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears.
After a disaster like that, of course you’d grow to be best friends within the day.
But what that didn’t explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.
Oh.
Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder.
Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your “new best friend” and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didn’t wake up and see this tiny predicament.
He didn’t know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-
“I WANNA PLAY T- Oh.”
Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.
“Oh no. Mommy’s gonna be mad.” you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, “Bye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!”
“Bye, crybaby.”
And then it’s quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-
“Big bro, why are you so red?”
Choso doesn’t think he’s gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting.
Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.
“Hey, Cho, y’know the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.”
“Oh.” It’s all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter.
Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, “I wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?”
No, but Choso has never thought that he’d be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question.
Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about kissing before - it’s just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-
“Man, are you even listening?”
Shit.
Your hand waving in front of Choso’s face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.” averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.
Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. “Thinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!”
“Am not.”
“Am to.”
“Am not.”
“Am to.”
“Who were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give ‘em a big smooch tomorrow?”
God, you were going to be the death of him. “N-no! I haven’t even- shut up, crybaby, it’s not like-” he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until you’re steering him onto your lane.
Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. He’d have broken into a sprint right then if he hadn’t known you and the way you’d race him there instead.
“Alright.” you declare once you’re stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And he’s barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. “We’ll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.”
Perfect. Great. Wonderful.
The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?
“Practice.” Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. “For…practice.”
Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, “Well, we don’t have to if you do-”
“No no no no, I want- ahem.” he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, “I want to. Just-” Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is.
Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadn’t hit that growth spurt yet. “Practice, right?”
You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, “Practice.” Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didn’t show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.
Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-
Click!
“You two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?”
You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldn’t be surprised if you’d teleported. He doesn’t even know what’s happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, you’re muttering out an embarrassed little, “Hi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.”
His dad smiles like he hadn’t just starred in what was likely Choso’s villain origin story. Waving happily, “Aww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you two go back to doing your lil’ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.”
“Dad, I’m running away.”
That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact.
It’s only when you’re both eighteen, when Choso’s a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad.
Graduation was…something. Not exactly something that he’s sure if he’ll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-
“You alright, Cho?”
Ah.
Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. “Hm? Yeah, m’great.”
“Are ya sure? Because you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm any second now.” you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when you’re picking him apart.
“Yeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.”
“Aww, but you look so pretty smiling.” you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didn’t just have Choso’s knees dangerously weak. “Anyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince ol’ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?”
“You think m’pretty?” he muses, embarrassingly late.
“Cho.”
“Yaga. Shades. Got it.” Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful.
And Choso can’t just stand around and do nothing about it.
“Crybaby, look, I-” Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, “I…”
“HEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGA’S SHADES LET’S TAKE A PIC-”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOU’RE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.”
“I don’t know either of you two.”
It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as you’re immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for “ruining your k-drama moment” and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod.
He’s only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. “Why didn’t you say it?”
Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfather’s face. Already having some idea of what you mean, “Wha-”
“I may be old but m’not deaf, yet, boy. Why didn’t ya tell her?” he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years.
And, well, if there’s anyone that he can’t hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, “M’not- Ugh, she’s too fuckin’ perfect and I…I chickened out.”
Choso doesn’t know what he expected in response but it definitely wasn’t for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. “Thought so, idiot boy.” he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. “Did she tell you?”
Raising a brow, “What?”
“Did she tell you that you weren’t good ‘nough for her?”
“No, but-” Whatever protest on the tip of Choso’s tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years.
“Then go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, you’re my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.”
Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way.
“You really think they’ll finally get together today?” Fushiguro deadpans from where he’d snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls ‘friends’.
Choso’s grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yaga’s sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, “I’ll give it a few months more. He’s my grandson, after all.”
“That’s generous. I’d give it a couple years more.”
“Wanna bet, brat?”
“...”
Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet.
Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him.
Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years would’ve even dared to imagine he’d have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film you’d put on for movie night.
“You’ve never what?” you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.
Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.
“I mean, yeah?” he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. “So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”
Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, “Maybe. Maybe not.” The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. “Want me to help you find out?”
Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lil’ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him.
“Y-you sure about this, sweetheart?” he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.
You raise a brow, “Are you sure, Cho?”
He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldn’t ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if she’s as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. “Yes. Want it s’bad.”
Grinning wickedly, you whisper, “Thought so.” And then he’s pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.
“Oh fuck-” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. “Shit shit shit.” So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that he’s drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-
“Hngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?” you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just can’t help but tease you a little bit.
“Mhm?” he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lil’ whines spilling out of you.
You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasn’t budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that you’re sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. “Cho.” you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, “What?”
“You know…”
“I don’t.” he titters teasingly into your pussy.
“Choso.”
Now, Choso’s known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted.
Shit, he really should’ve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. “Tell me what you want, crybaby.”
And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, “Wan’ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.”
And that’s all that’s said before he’s surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-
“Wanted this for so long.” Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. “You have absolutely no idea, pretty.”
And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Choso’s moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole.
“Oh shit. Jus’ like that.” For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-
“Use me.”
Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, “What?”
“Use me.”
There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch.
And, well, how could you say no to that?
Because before you know it, you’re bunching Choso’s soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. “C’mon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jus’ a bit- Oh!” he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth.
And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because you’re so sweet n’ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything he’s ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, you’d be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now.
So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from it’s favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.
You jerk violently on top of him, “Hah! S’too much, Cho. M’so close- gonna cum- gonna-”
And then you’re cumming. Fast, and hard.
Plushy walls clamping down on Choso’s tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high.
“S’sweet. Could get used to that.” he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as it’d go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. “Better than I imagined.”
The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than you’d ever seen him. “Imagination? S’that why you’re so good.”
“No.”
You’re being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. “S’jus’ that…” grunting as he flings his shirt off, “Been dreaming of your pretty cunt on m’tongue for years.”
Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway.
“Years, huh?” you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Choso’s toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, “S’that all you’ve been dreaming of?”
“You little minx.” he lets out a low hiss.
Before you can even react, Choso’s fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, he’d have worn sweatpants instead if he knew they’d end up on your floor.
And you’re not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this? He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls.
You’re only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, “I’ll be gentle.”
“You better not be, now jus’ fuck me-”
Well, you didn’t have to ask Choso twice. Because you’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him.
“Shhh, s’okay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?” he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasn’t fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lil’ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. “Wanted to be split apart on m’cock?”
You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him.
He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, “Because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”
And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Choso’s been holding back for too long. Because immediately he’s plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass.
“Wanted this.” he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasn’t fucking you dumb already. “Fuckin’ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.”
“Ch-Choso- fuck hah-” you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good.
“Yeah? Who’s fucking you silly, now?” he’s going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And you’d be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. “Say m’name.”
A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lil’ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. “Shit. Y’look so pretty like this.” he babbles. “Gonna cry, pretty girl?” smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. “Be a crybaby for my cock?”
You’re tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. “Cho-”
“Mhm?”
“W-wanna cum. Need you to fill m’up till I can’t take it anymore.”
Oh if Choso was any lesser man he’d have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now.
“Oh yeah?” Hips becoming sloppy now, “Need it? Shit- m’so close.” Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that he’s sure you’d have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.
“Me too- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours.
“Cum f’me, my girl.”
My girl.
And then you are - and he is. And you don’t know who cums first, just that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes and Choso’s teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.
Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base.
“Mm- shit. Choso.” you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below.
“M’here, my girl.” he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips.
In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you weren’t in the right state of mind to decipher right now.
“Shhh, m’here. “Can’t believe I waited so fuckin’ long.” Whispering against your lips, “Love this. Love this pretty cunt.” Kissing softly, “Love the way y’take me. Fuckin’ made f’me.” And maybe even a soft little, “Love you.”
And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way you’d wanted to all these years.
Neither of you speak after that. Not when Choso’s hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with.
It’s only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken.
“Crybaby.”
“Cho.”
“Corny.”
“You started it.”
Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two because shit now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he ever wants to let you go.
“Y’know…” he starts, “I think we should- I mean- if you want…” nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. “I lov-”
“Am I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WEREN’T JUST FRIENDS-”
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Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More
Dad: Hey, all. I can’t seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrow’s dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if he’s ok? XX
-Jin.
Yuji <3: He’s probs at rhat “best friend movie night” still
Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a “probs”? XX
-Jin.
Kugisaki: He’s suspiciously quiet, though… Y’all think that “best friend movie night” is codeword for something else?
Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk
Kugisaki: *spare
And you just LET him?
Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTER
…
AND DID IT ANYWAY
Kugisaki: L
Fushiguro: L
Gramps: L
Sukuna (do not answer): DID Y’ALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????