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warnings ; cigarettes, fem!reader, drunk sukuna, hes a pussy drunk mf, not proofread β wc : ~500
Sukuna didn't even think someone like you would have liked him in the first place. At first he didn't like the strong makeup you would wear every day. He thought it was like some sort of high on crack demon possessed you every morning. And honestly, he was right in some cases. But soon, he thought your makeup and fashion sense was something that made you stand out and made you look confident.
After a couple of dates, he showed you to his frat brothers. His friends like Toji thought you looked "like you slipped in tropical punch and then got a punch of cocaine". He soon got a black eye and a cut across his cheek. Everyone kept to themselves soon after.
Sukuna would take you to raves as often as you weren't studying (which is not that often.) You loved raves. It was one thing that no one really cared about your appearance and your attitude. Except, you were often the one in the middle of the dance circle doing some sort of variant of belly dancing. Sukuna was mostly a turnt drunk mess once you got the spotlight, something you often had to become the savior for. And oh, how he loved it.
The way you bounced on his cock as your glittery hairclips shimmered in the LED lights whilst your earrings jingled and jangled to the rhythm of the sloppy thrusts you give him after an eventful night sort of turned you both on.
"You, like, like that, 'Kuna?" You say with baited breath. He nods weakly while groaning and whimpers when he feels you clench at a certain spot. You know you already have him pussy drunk once you slam on his cock the first time.
"Cumm'n..." He groans out as he slips out before spilling his load all over himself a little on your stomach. "Ugh, like, gross." You jokingly scoffed, lifting off of him and laid next to him. "You're, like, lucky you're good at sex." You smacked your lips with the gum you found in your purse that was tossed on the nightstand. He groaned, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't get all sassy, lady. I could punch ya." He puffed, the cigarette resting between his index and middle finger. You chuckled, "like you would. You just love me too much!" You boasted. You then sat up right, grabbing your purse to shuffle through it, makeup appliances thwacking against each other to find the right things to fix your makeup with.
He puffed once more before glaring at your purse. "Don' cha have enough shit on y'r face alre'dy?" You scoffed, playfully smacking his arm. "Like, I guess. But I'm just, like, fixing it up." He stared in silence for a second before puffing again. "'Kay." He murmurs, shuffling off the bed. The floorboards creak as his heavy weight lands the flooring. He heads out the room before you call him. "Get me a beer if you're, like, going to the kitchen."
He rolls his eyes, and you know it even if you can't see his face. You giggle to yourself, yeah he loves you.
made by painfullysweet β do not copy, take inspo, or feed into ai. thank you!
warnings ; cigarettes, fem!reader, drunk sukuna, hes a pussy drunk mf, not proofread β wc : ~500
Sukuna didn't even think someone like you would have liked him in the first place. At first he didn't like the strong makeup you would wear every day. He thought it was like some sort of high on crack demon possessed you every morning. And honestly, he was right in some cases. But soon, he thought your makeup and fashion sense was something that made you stand out and made you look confident.
After a couple of dates, he showed you to his frat brothers. His friends like Toji thought you looked "like you slipped in tropical punch and then got a punch of cocaine". He soon got a black eye and a cut across his cheek. Everyone kept to themselves soon after.
Sukuna would take you to raves as often as you weren't studying (which is not that often.) You loved raves. It was one thing that no one really cared about your appearance and your attitude. Except, you were often the one in the middle of the dance circle doing some sort of variant of belly dancing. Sukuna was mostly a turnt drunk mess once you got the spotlight, something you often had to become the savior for. And oh, how he loved it.
The way you bounced on his cock as your glittery hairclips shimmered in the LED lights whilst your earrings jingled and jangled to the rhythm of the sloppy thrusts you give him after an eventful night sort of turned you both on.
"You, like, like that, 'Kuna?" You say with baited breath. He nods weakly while groaning and whimpers when he feels you clench at a certain spot. You know you already have him pussy drunk once you slam on his cock the first time.
"Cumm'n..." He groans out as he slips out before spilling his load all over himself a little on your stomach. "Ugh, like, gross." You jokingly scoffed, lifting off of him and laid next to him. "You're, like, lucky you're good at sex." You smacked your lips with the gum you found in your purse that was tossed on the nightstand. He groaned, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't get all sassy, lady. I could punch ya." He puffed, the cigarette resting between his index and middle finger. You chuckled, "like you would. You just love me too much!" You boasted. You then sat up right, grabbing your purse to shuffle through it, makeup appliances thwacking against each other to find the right things to fix your makeup with.
He puffed once more before glaring at your purse. "Don' cha have enough shit on y'r face alre'dy?" You scoffed, playfully smacking his arm. "Like, I guess. But I'm just, like, fixing it up." He stared in silence for a second before puffing again. "'Kay." He murmurs, shuffling off the bed. The floorboards creak as his heavy weight lands the flooring. He heads out the room before you call him. "Get me a beer if you're, like, going to the kitchen."
He rolls his eyes, and you know it even if you can't see his face. You giggle to yourself, yeah he loves you.
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Kenma was live streaming to his viewers, playing a casual game of Animal Crossing. He replied to chats that he could quickly glance to as the chat went extremely fast.
He has a smooth rhythm. Catch bugs, fish, dig for fossils, and sell anything he already had in the museum. He did take some time to make the island cozy. He snuggled into his gaming chair while a small kitten smug grew onto his face. His eyes practically glued to his computer.
After an hour or so, a heavy knock ruptures his rhythm. In his confused manner, he quickly told the chat, "Be right back." He slipped from his chair. He had a Nekoma hoodie and some shorts with some long socks. He grabbed the package from his doorstep and carried it back to his desk.
He moved the overlay from the game to just his webcam. He gently moved his mouse, keyboard, anything that was in the general area of the desk. He placed the package on the desk. Realizing there was tape attached to the box (obviously), he looked through his desk drawers to find a paw box cutter. It was a gift from you a while back when he was getting packages from his fans for his 1M followers event.
The chat gave sarcastic remarks about it, grumbling to himself. Once he opened it, he found a letter nesting on thin paper strands. His eyebrows perched close together as he searched for his glasses to read the letter. He opened it with care, making sure not to rip the cute sticker that held it together. He pulled out the neatly folded paper. As he unfolded it, the chat ruptured in questions. He glanced at the chat, one user asking, 'who's it from?'. He glared back at the opened paper in which he subtly smirked as he confidently announced, "My long distance girlfriend."
The chat screamed with curiosity and surprise, not being told before about his love life. He read out some parts of the letter, "Hi Ken, gave you a big valentines gift... Small surprise hidden at the bottom ;)..." He stopped at that sentence, his cheeks rosy as he already had a few ideas what that could result in.
He stopped there at the letter, throwing it on the floor as he immediately scoured through the box. He found some wood, floral scented colognes in which he hummed of approval. He pulled out a squished calico cat plushie. He showed the chat on what he got so far, making small remarks as in, "Will be keeping this cologne in my collection. Plushie will also stay here."
A couple of snacks and sweets that hopefully didn't go bad on the way to his house, and then he found the polaroid photos. Some were of you in baby doll dresses, some of you in Valentines themed outfits. He showed the chat with a smug look and pointing at your face. "This is her." The chat replied in awe and appreciation. "No, you cannot have her." He glared at the camera after reading a comment that made him almost growl.
He then laid eyes on the explicit photos. Photos of your folds, puffy and needing. Your bud showing in anticipation. Your boobs, the nipples pink and perky. Your ass, another photo of you showing your holes with a cute manicure that seemed recently done. His face flushed to red, shoving the pictures back in the box, covering his already half-hard with the plushie. Sweat dripped down his face as he was filled with arousal and embarrassment.
He placed the box to the side of his desk, and quickly went back to gaming, trying to ignore the photos that were already seeping into his mind. After another hour, he ended the stream. Placing his headphones on his desk with a groan.
He plopped onto his bed, his erection practically throbbing against his shorts. He glanced back at the box, pulling out the photos and jerked off at just photos of you.
a/n; love kenma hes my baby i will fuck him into oblivion x
made by painfullysweet. do not steal, put it into ai chat bots, or claim as yours.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Qualityβ Free Actions
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
Kenma was live streaming to his viewers, playing a casual game of Animal Crossing. He replied to chats that he could quickly glance to as the chat went extremely fast.
He has a smooth rhythm. Catch bugs, fish, dig for fossils, and sell anything he already had in the museum. He did take some time to make the island cozy. He snuggled into his gaming chair while a small kitten smug grew onto his face. His eyes practically glued to his computer.
After an hour or so, a heavy knock ruptures his rhythm. In his confused manner, he quickly told the chat, "Be right back." He slipped from his chair. He had a Nekoma hoodie and some shorts with some long socks. He grabbed the package from his doorstep and carried it back to his desk.
He moved the overlay from the game to just his webcam. He gently moved his mouse, keyboard, anything that was in the general area of the desk. He placed the package on the desk. Realizing there was tape attached to the box (obviously), he looked through his desk drawers to find a paw box cutter. It was a gift from you a while back when he was getting packages from his fans for his 1M followers event.
The chat gave sarcastic remarks about it, grumbling to himself. Once he opened it, he found a letter nesting on thin paper strands. His eyebrows perched close together as he searched for his glasses to read the letter. He opened it with care, making sure not to rip the cute sticker that held it together. He pulled out the neatly folded paper. As he unfolded it, the chat ruptured in questions. He glanced at the chat, one user asking, 'who's it from?'. He glared back at the opened paper in which he subtly smirked as he confidently announced, "My long distance girlfriend."
The chat screamed with curiosity and surprise, not being told before about his love life. He read out some parts of the letter, "Hi Ken, gave you a big valentines gift... Small surprise hidden at the bottom ;)..." He stopped at that sentence, his cheeks rosy as he already had a few ideas what that could result in.
He stopped there at the letter, throwing it on the floor as he immediately scoured through the box. He found some wood, floral scented colognes in which he hummed of approval. He pulled out a squished calico cat plushie. He showed the chat on what he got so far, making small remarks as in, "Will be keeping this cologne in my collection. Plushie will also stay here."
A couple of snacks and sweets that hopefully didn't go bad on the way to his house, and then he found the polaroid photos. Some were of you in baby doll dresses, some of you in Valentines themed outfits. He showed the chat with a smug look and pointing at your face. "This is her." The chat replied in awe and appreciation. "No, you cannot have her." He glared at the camera after reading a comment that made him almost growl.
He then laid eyes on the explicit photos. Photos of your folds, puffy and needing. Your bud showing in anticipation. Your boobs, the nipples pink and perky. Your ass, another photo of you showing your holes with a cute manicure that seemed recently done. His face flushed to red, shoving the pictures back in the box, covering his already half-hard with the plushie. Sweat dripped down his face as he was filled with arousal and embarrassment.
He placed the box to the side of his desk, and quickly went back to gaming, trying to ignore the photos that were already seeping into his mind. After another hour, he ended the stream. Placing his headphones on his desk with a groan.
He plopped onto his bed, his erection practically throbbing against his shorts. He glanced back at the box, pulling out the photos and jerked off at just photos of you.
a/n; love kenma hes my baby i will fuck him into oblivion x
made by painfullysweet. do not steal, put it into ai chat bots, or claim as yours.
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