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whether it’s after he’s fucked you or after a hard test, he can’t help but enjoy the moments where you’re lying on top of him, sound asleep.
his hands brush gently through your hair as you snore softly, his eyes admiring your peaceful face. he lifts his blanket further onto you, making sure you’re nice and warm against him.
here, there’s no need to act, no need to be a certain someone. with you, he can be who he wants to be, and it almost makes him think that maybe, just maybe, he isn’t so bad.
he keeps a photo album saved of all the times you’ve fallen asleep against him or on top of him, and he always goes back to it whenever you’re mad at him or he can’t see you.
one day, when you realise you’re too good for him, that you deserve better, he will never get this again.
that’s why he savors the time he has before it’s too late.
mmmmmm just thinking about seeeex with bully! gojo
his cock thrusts into you over and over again, gentle plaps mixing in with your moans and his grunts. one of his hands firmly holds your thigh whilst the other rests on the pillow, allowing your sweaty face to lean against it.
he pants softly, his eyes focused on your connection, blue eyes admiring the wetness of both you and him, almost blending your bodies together.
he grunts toughly before he bottoming out. keeping you filled, he chuckles when you whine and seek movement, aiming to push his hips away. leaning down, he lifts your face with his hand.
“i, am never, gonna get tired of this.”
he thrusts his hips forward, forcing your hips upward and you to gasp.
“might have to keep you all to myself baby. can’t handle it when you’re not around."
“y-you don’t even l-like me.” you respond, to which gojo smiles.
“no, i don’t. i love you. and you’re never getting rid of me.”
Sukuna has no limits when it comes to being a degenerate (sexually).
You'd think him suggesting a tongue bath after a particularly sweaty workout session was gross.
That's not even the tip of the iceberg.
You've seen him lick his lips at the sight of your bare feet, doesn't even matter that you walk around the house bare feet (the floor is thoroughly broomed ad mopped).
Says 'his immune system can handle a little bit of dirt.'
And it's only going to get worse.
You lay before him, utterly blissed out and exhausted, splayed out on the expensive mattress, waiting for sensation to come back to your toes so you could wash up.
Sukuna is still staring at you, cock soft and shiny between his thick thighs— satiated, unlike him.
"You're gonna pee?" He grunted, ass resting on his heels as he kneeled between your legs, hands perched on his knees.
"Why? You want it in your mouth?" You sassed, head lolling to one side as you looked up at him hairs splayed on the pillows, horror settling in as you watched him perk up, eyes gleaming as he imagined it in his head, "eww, no asshole, get off—"
You scrambled off the bed onto shaky legs, remnants of him leaking out, dripping down your thighs, sticky and stringy and copious in amount.
He shuffled behind you, sound of sheets rustling as his legs tangle up, low grunts of curses escaping his pretty lips.
"Oi! Let me—" His words a cut of by a loud thud, you turned around to see him half hanging off the bed, eyes level with your pussy, "Hi, how you doin'?"
"My eyes are up here, Ryomen." You sighed, crossing your arms, dull ache settling in your body from hours of wrestling.
"Was greeting her." He grins, doing a poor job to untangle his leg, kicking back the sheets helplessly before finally freeing himself, "She's all sticky and soft."
"Quit personifying my pussy, loser." You bend over, reaching for his discarded t-shirt, easily slipping it on as you stepped towards the bathroom, making sure to lock it.
You heard Sukuna moaning outside, a loud thud of him slumping against the bathroom door while you washed away the evidence of his love.
You stepped out of the bathroom, skin soft and warm from the shower, a towel wrapped around your body, it's peaceful and quiet.
You curiously peering into the bedroom, expecting to find a fast asleep Sukuna, instead you were greeted by the sight of him leaning against the headboard, aimlessly scrolling through his phone.
Your underwear, in his mouth, lips wrapped around the gusset of your panties, suckling.
It isn't even sexual, his dick is soft and plump, tucked between his legs.
"What are you doing?" You stepped inside the room warily, eyebrow quirked in curiosity.
"Looking through take out options." His voice is muffled around the fabric, as he continued to scroll, glow of the screen illuminating his features, "you want dumpli—"
"I meant with my underwear, Sukuna." You sighed, reaching up to rub your temple, suddenly realising how often you tend to leave your undergarments unattended with him, "Why are you gnawing on it?"
"You up an left!" He huffed, brows furrowed as he had the audacity to glare you, "you know I eat puss, post-sex!" Elaborating he tossed his phone on the mattress, arms crossed over his chest.
"Weirdo." You mumbled, eyeing him suspiciously, before tugging at your towel, letting it pool at you feet as you stepped towards the closet, "just ask me next time."
stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!
[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]
Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.
“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.
“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”
“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”
“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.
And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.
“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”
“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.
He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”
“…yes,” you whimper.
“Then fucking arch it.”
You sniffle. “Okay.”
He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.
“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.
It has his attention now.
The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.
“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.
“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“
“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”
“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.
“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”
“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.
“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”
His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”
“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”
“I… I don’t know—“
“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”
“Please.”
“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”
And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.
"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”
Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.
“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”
Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.
He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.
The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.
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The room smells like tobacco and whatever cheap lotion she swiped from the morgue counters. Shoko doesn’t rush. She treats your thighs like a pair of old bookends, shoving them wide with her forearms, her gaze heavy and half-lidded as she looks at the treasure in between them.
Shoko is obsessed with your pussy. You sometimes think she prefers it to the rest of you; she greets it good morning, afternoon, and night.
"Missed you, gorgeous," she mumbles against your thigh, her voice a nicotine-scratched rasp.
Then she shifts, two long fingers hooking into your lips to pull you open. She doesn't do gentle—she leans down and presses a wet, heavy kiss right against your clit, suctioning it for a second until it throbs. When she pulls back, she watches it twitch, a faint smirk cutting across her face. "Look at that. So fucking responsive. Can't even help yourself, can you?"
It’s humiliating how clinically she tracks every single twitch. Shoko doesn't get flustered; she observes. She watches your walls quiver and tighten in real-time, her thumb tracing the damp heat of your perineum while she deliberately ignores your bud. She slides two fingers inside, lazily stretching your slick opening, testing your gummy walls with a slow, rhythmic pump that makes you arch off the mattress.
You’re begging with your hips, but she just pins your hipbone down with her free hand, a quiet, amused hum vibrating in her throat.
"Gonna turn you into a soaking mess," Shoko murmurs, finally shifting her weight. Her thumb locks onto your swollen clit, rolling over it with a bruising pressure. She leans down again, her mouth right over your messy folds, catching a string of spit that drips from her bottom lip. It mixes with the thick, shiny cream she’s dragged out of you, coating her mouth like a glossy sheen—the only kind of lip gloss she’d ever bother wearing. "Just relax and take it for me."
꣖ note: ꣓ I’m rewatching season 2 and her nonchalantness has my pussy convulsing in excitement and also I realized I want to focus on writing more about woman 👩🏽❤️💋👩🏻🤍
when he walks, it demands attention. every step filling up the sound, the area, the density around you so you know that he’s coming.
it’s even in the slight shake of the little trinkets adorning your coffee table as he drops in the couch, his heavy arms on either side of the long couch back.
or how small everything looked in his hands, how loud it was when he set something down even if it was meant to be light.
how harsh a slap to your ass felt every time you walked past him.
or when his big hands engulfed your waist no matter what you did.
how his body covered yours if you were even washing the dishes, grabbing your keys, beneath, over, under him and even in the shower.
even his fucking shadow dominated yours.
he was just big. and you loved it.
you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.
it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.
but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.
steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.
or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.
you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.
or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.
but no.
your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.
your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.
but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.
some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.
or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.
and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.
but even regular life wasn’t much better.
sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.
but he couldn’t understand this.
on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.
insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.
his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.
but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.
though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.
“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.
whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.
“this is concerning even for you.”
“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”
“no.”
“no?”
“no.”
yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.
“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.
“very.”
“and no way you can breathe.”
“gotten used to it.”
you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.
and you?
this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.
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࿁ 𑄹 ˙ . Frat! Sukuna fucking you in your childhood bedroom . . .
゛cw : 18+, afab!fem!reader, mentions of pink/cutesy things, frat au, readers parents are in the house, breeding kink. ་༘ ࿐
Sukuna’s big on respect. For all the loudmouthed, chaotic, frat-boy bullshit Ryomen Sukuna pulls every other day of the week, he treats your parents like royalty. He’s the guy who reaches the top shelf for your mom, clears his plate and asks for seconds with a charming grin, and spends his Saturdays helping your dad patch the drywall or weed the yard. They made you. His girl. The only person in the world who actually commands his attention. In his mind, he owes them an unpayable debt for just letting you exist.
But then there’s also a flip side. The edge of him that doesn't give a fuck about decorum.
Like right now. In your childhood bedroom—clean white walls, soft pink curtains framing the windows, shelves lined with plushies and those weirdly detailed anime figurines you collect that he secretly finds hilarious.
It’s completely your fault. You couldn’t just sit still and watch the movie; you had to keep shifting, pressing your tits against his arm, driving him out of his mind. So now you’re on top.
His heavy, tattooed hands are locked onto your hips, physically lifting and slamming you down onto his dick, anchoring you while your parents are literally in the next room over.
“This shit get you off, baby?” he whispers, his voice a gravelly rasp. He’s grinning, watching your eyes roll back, your walls squeezing him so tight it’s turning him feral. “Getting absolutely ruined while your mom and dad are right through that wall?”
“Shut—fuck—shut up, ‘Kuna,” you gasp out, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as he hitches his hips up, driving his curved and leaky tip straight to the hilt, burying it into the deepest part of you. “They’ll hear you.”
“Let ‘em hear,” he chuckles, a cocky, breathless sound as he guides your rhythm, forcing you to bounce like a rabbit in heat. “They’re gonna find out anyway when we graduate, get hitched, and I keep you pregnant every nine months. I’m putting at least six kids in you. Gonna have you stuffed full of my cum every single night.”
The dirty promise of it sends a violent shudder straight down your spine, your thighs trembling as the friction pushes you over the edge. The tight coil in your lower stomach snaps. You completely lose control, a hot, dripping wave of pleasure washing through you as you come all over him.
Sukuna groans, his grip on your waist tightening until it bruises, his entire body going rigid as he pumps his seed into the condom. You hear a a frustrated hiss from under you. He hates the latex barrier, in fact, you’re sure he’s already craving the day he can cum inside of your pretty pussy for real.
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