#it’s giving nerd but like sexy nerd

[nateezfics]

need him in my bed and in me actually. and i’m so serious you guys.

[humanityinahandbag]

My Very Educated Take on Steve Harrington and his Bisexual Awakening: Instructions Very Much Included

Absolutely understand those who write Steve Harrington as a shy, new bisexual who has Eddie show him the ropes of queer intimacy. From one angle, I'd almost be inclined to agree.

And then I remember that this is King Steve. Yes, he left the moniker behind, but that doesn't mean the legacy is gone! Royalty doesn't just vanish into oblivion! Kings and Queens of olde are remembered through their tales of greatness and tragedy, and Steve's great legacy is the fact that this man is a bona fide harlot who proudly gave the ladies of Hawkins, ages 16-18 the time of their fucking lives in the golden chariot that is his Beemer.

He's not just out there romancing, either! Robin will need to grudgingly admit, at some point, that his charm is actually so insanely effective that he managed to snag her - the resident Steve Harrington Hater and Local Lesbian - into a lifelong soulmate partnership.

And it gets worse! Because not only is he an absolute charmer, but he's a total slut for true love!

Someone can look at him, at Steve the Hair, Steve the Loverboy, Steve the King of "guess what my jeans are made of relationship material" Harrington and think that he's going to tiptoe and tremble his way through a sexual awakening with Eddie Munson as his guide?

That, to me, is as ridiculous as the thought of Eddie being anything less than a midwestern gay nerd overcompensating with confident speeches and loud proclamations of how he's a bad boy. Like he's not actually a virgin who lies on his stomach, kicking his little feeties in the air, writing tiny stories about being swept off his combat boots by a big strong man with nice hair and a polo shirt and a flock of little nerdy kids behind him.

Like I said. I respect other opinions. But you cannot sway me.

In my head, there is only one true outcome.

Steve Harrington realized he was bisexual, got pumped up because holy shit more people equals more love, Robin, why did you not tell me this was a thing sooner don't be a gay gatekeeper, and then showed up the next day at Eddie's door (with flowers, a hidden box of condoms in one back pocket, and a stapled pile of handwritten instructions - that include detailed charts and graphs and footnotes that he studied and copied down in glitter gel pen in the library - folded up in the other) to tell a very confused Wayne that he just realized his feelings for Eddie were also romantic and he'd very much like to woo his son now, thank you very much.

[theowritesfiction]

i know the internet was melting down over the whole black Snape debacle, but I just genuinely don't care about HP at this point, so I was watching the whole drama with mild amusement. however, it got me thinking about the implications. i mean... just imagine Harry arriving at Hogwarts and going... 'hmm I don't really trust the ONLY black wizard around here' and that's just not a good look for Harry.

[the-weeping-dawn]

Newest combat habit; having Lae give Gale the jump ability because I just feel like he'd have a good time with it

also. it solves how little he can move esp in some fights that tend to trigger with the party kinda far out from most of the fight

[madamechrissy]

Blueberry Yum Yum

The art in this banner is from my AMAZING moot @sweetlandspos who makes the most delicious Kuna art ahhh! go follow her <3

pairings - Fratboy Plug Sukuna x Nerdy stoner reader

summary You decide to ask your plug, Ryomen Sukuna for a hook up - but can he match your freak!? Just a fun ass oneshot about falling for your hot ass plug - he won't give you free weed though! :') WC- 11k

warnings - college AU, explicit sex, oral ( m and f receiving) Sukuna whimpering, reader is a nerdy lil freaakkk, weed smoking, jealousy, Sukuna talking shit, p in v sex - with and without protection, cum swallowing (both) tummy bulges, back shots, Kuna has piercings hehe, aftercare, Sukuna being a little yandere tbh

Comments/rbs so appreciated if you enjoyy - also I hit 18k followers the other day, I wanted to thank you all so muchhh for following me! :')

"What if we like... had sex?" Sukuna starts coughing up the thick smoke of his purple haze, wondering if it's fucking laced with something as you sit there, blunt in your hand and your legs crossed, casually smoking it as if you brought up the fucking weather.

"The fuck did you say!?" He demands after he catches his breath, you inhale your blunt now, you're by far his nerdiest client, you shocked him when you asked to buy from him the first time.

You scream good girl, certified Velma from Scooby-Doo - annoying  'actually - jinkies' nerd. The two of you even hanging out was a fucking anomaly, a mathlete and a frat boy, one he didn't try to figure out. He enjoyed selling weed to you and smoking with you, hearing your stupidly intelligent thoughts, he enjoyed looking at you too. Sure you were fucking gorgeous in that soft, sweet way.

So what the fuck was this!?

"It's been a while," you murmur, handing him the blunt back now, he takes a huge rip, coughing again as you speak. "If I'm not really your type it's cool."

"If you're... you... I..."

"Shit, it's fine. Calm down. Just was thinking it'd be fun." He keeps staring at you, mouth wide open, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Dude it's fine don't freak out. Forget it."

"Forget it? The fuck?" He's glaring ruby eyes at you, while you take a wad of money out of your little black backpack, decorated with anime pins all over and a ridiculous amount of keychains.

"Here," you hand him the cash, fingers brushing for a moment while he just stares. "Shit, I made it weird."

"Yeah you fucking did. Who just says that?" He glares right at you, thin brows low over his narrowed eyes, those sooty pink lashes too fucking pretty and long, god you're jealous of them!? Are they so pretty because you're baked?

"Sukuna, you've fucked like half the girls I know, I have heard you're pretty good at it." He blinks again at that, a rare blush to his cheeks, not fitting his cocky persona while you put out the blunt, letting it smoke against the tray. "Here's the money. Thanks again."

You turn, and he grips your wrist, pausing you, it feels way too good. Not only has it been way too long, Sukuna was fucking hot, every time he got too close you felt that heat, you literally clenched when he just brushed a big hand across your shoulder to grab something. And your boyfriend broke up with you six months ago, you thought maybe it would be fun to fuck him, Sukuna is sexy as fuck and chill. Now you want to disappear, clearly reading the room wrong as usual. 

You suck at that.

"You wanna fuck me? What, like... some friends with benefits? Or one time shit?" He stands, hovering so fucking tall, you turn and look at him, blazed whites of his eyes red, you swallow nervously, eyeing the tattoos on his chest in that thin white wifebeater that's just unfair to wear around you while you're ovulating, you can see his nipple piercings through it, and it's doing too much.

"I thought like once, if we liked it sure we could do it more. If we're both single and... get along... plus you're hot."

"Yeah I am." He grins and you roll your eyes.

"You know... never mind."

"Wait brat, shit." You sigh, looking up at him now, as he turns you to him, his cock twitching just looking at your dilated eyes behind thick glasses, your parted lips. His fingers brush against the softness of your sweater, watching your nipples press against the material.

"It's cool if you don't want to. Like I am chill about it  promise." He fingers the edge of your sweater, blitzed off his ass wondering if you're some fucking dream for a moment. But he feels the heat of your skin as his fingers slip up your waist.

"Think you can keep up with me, huh brat?" He murmurs then, snarky with his smirk. You step closer, your finger drifting up his hard chest.

"The question is if you can keep up with me, Sukuna." He scoffs at that, raising a brow that has two little barbells - eyebrows shouldn’t be so sexy, but then Ryomen Sukuna just is sexy, everything about him from his tattoos and piercings, to his ridiculously strong body. His height, his face… his eyes.

It’s no wonder girls do flock to him.

“Me, keep up with you?” He’s chuckling now, sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, impossibly cocky as he eyes you, acting like his heart isn’t racing when you set down your bag. “You won’t get any free weed from it.”

“I don’t want free weed, and you’re kind of an ass.” He chuckles again, when you sink to your knees however he falters, vermillion lips parted, you unbuckle him and look right under your glasses at him then, smiling just a bit.

Are you… cocky too!?

Sukuna hasn’t ever had this happen, someone just smiling as they unbuckle him with ease, he’s sure though when you see his cock you’ll pause. He’s a solid ten inches and thick as fuck, even if you’re some dick sucking pro, you’re gonna give pause. Your eyes widen then, licking your lower lip, making him ache to kiss you.

What are these corny ass thoughts!? He’s scowling at them, irritated that you on your knees has him, Sukuna, nervous!? Since when is he nervous about shit- and when you’re revealing him, and he doesn’t even help you tug down his black silky boxers, you let out a little whine that almost ends him. His hand enwraps in your hair, and your eyes meet his again.

Why are they so pretty? Why is he thinking that instead of being excited to get a blow job, as usual? You’re running your finger over his tip, making his hips jerk just a bit, moaning softly. “Are you sensitive, Sukuna?”

“Am I… you’re a brat, ya know that?” He glares as you giggle, acting like his cock isn’t way too fucking big, and you’re figuring out if you’ll be able to walk after this. “Stop teasing and show me what you got, running that pretty mouth huh?”

His thumb brushes the plump lower lip, you stroke him then, looking right at him as the rough pad of his thumb caresses soft lips, calloused from years of football but so gentle over little teeth indentations on your skin. You swallow, a little nervous suddenly, before taking a breath and leaning forward, pink tongue lapping at the precum already oozing from his slit.

Sukuna whimpers when you do.

You think you imagine it, this giant man whimpering, but as you lap again at his reddened tip, your hand slipping down his thick length, he does it again, quieter, hand pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes. The sight is so sexy you can’t take it, taking more of his thick tip deep in your mouth then, looking up as you suck him, your glasses fogging up from your breath.

“Oh, fuck…” He shakes it off, biting back another pathetic whimper as you start sucking hard then, he’s acting like he’s controlling your movements but he’s just pulling your hair, watching as you make more and more of his cock disappear. “Can you take more, brat?”

“Sure can,” you taunt, pulling back with a suctioned pop, but he is intimidating. But damned if you would back down from a challenge. You have next to no gag reflex, but you’ve never had a cock this big to contend with. You start sucking him deeper, head bobbing, the sounds of your saliva and his cock fucking your mouth lewd in Sukuna’s apartment.

The sight of him losing it as you suck his cock deeper in your throat, until he’s burning and stretching it with his thrusts is far too attractive, you can’t help but clench your thighs, grinding on nothing for friction watching him. His red eyes are bright, pupils shrunk to pinpoints as he fucks into your throat, the mix of need and the weed making you even wetter.

Whatever strain this was, it was making you unreasonably horny.

“That’s it, suck me deeper if you can,” he taunts softly, hips bucking up as he cups your face almost gently, fucking your throat so deep, feeling it tighten as you reach down and play with yourself under your skirt. “Fuck, fuck, fuuckk…”

You’re swallowing all you can, relaxing your throat as you find your clit, moaning then and vibrating right around his cock as he fucks your face. Your hair falls, and he uses one hand to hold it into a ponytail, letting out the weak little whine again while you slide two little fingers in your slick hole, aching for his cock inside you - even if you couldn’t walk the next day.

You’re thinking of how perfect all the ridges and veins would feel while you keep fingering yourself, tears pricking your eyes, glasses so fogged you can hardly see. He’s so close to cumming from just a few minutes of your mouth it’s pathetic, he yanks you off him then, looking down and seeing your hand between your thighs.

“What’re you-” You’re slipping your panties off eagerly then, straddling him and making his breath catch when you grind on his cock. “Let me touch you, fuck…”

“Don’t need it.” He glares ruby eyes at your audacity- he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to touch your body, your tits that are enticing him with every breath, that soppy little pussy.

“Well I do, fuck you’re slutty, huh?” You ignore him, focusing on how good his hot, heavy cock feels between your slit, whining out when he yanks down your sweater, revealing your lacy bra.

“Fuck me, please,” he huffs at that, revealing a pretty breast and moaning, thumb brushing over your pretty nipple, making you whine. “Ah!”

“Let me take my time, shit,” he mumbles, sucking your nipple into his mouth then, your hands entangle in spiky pink locks, feeling the softness of his hair as his other hand grips your ass under your skirt, dragging you over his cock. “This soaked, how? Haven’t touched you.”

“Touched myself,” he glares again, sucking your other nipple, having both your perfect breasts out for his mouth, while his hands sink into your hips, grinding that cock against your clit then, watching your head fall back. “Mnh!”

“You touched yourself, sucking me got you that excited?” He taunts, only for you to reach down, stroking his cock again, watching the blush on his cheeks as you move it up and down, twisting your fist just so. “Fuck…”

“Condoms?” You whisper, he nods, tapping your hip real quick for you to get off him. When he’s back with a gold magnum from the drawer, you’re straddling him again, but he’s lifting you up, sinking two of his fingers in your cunt now, and you whine out at the stretch. “Ah!”

“God, you’re tight… fuck…” He groans as his fingers curl inside your slick, gummy walls, gripping him so good, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. “Think you can take this cock, really?”

“Y-yes, I c-can…” he chuckles, shaking his head and hitting your spongy spot now, making your cunt gush down his fingers as you cry out.

“Cum f’me first,” he murmurs - he would never let a girl not cum before he gets his cock in her. He’d love to eat you out but you’re not giving him many chances to do shit. He’d love to kiss you, but he’s leaning back watching you fall apart for him, nodding just a bit when he curls them just right in your hole, gasping. “That’s it, can’t help yourself can you, slutty little brat?”

You should be offended, but you’re shattering for his thick fingers, gushing as the orgasm smacks you, rushing all over your body until you’re making a mess, the sound loud and echoing as he groans. Watching you cum, intense as he stares, something you’re not used to - gasping out when he sucks your juices off his fingers, moaning while he cheeks hollow.

He’s tasting you.

The sight has you faltering for a moment, cunt pulsing from aftershocks as you watch him, hearing his moan, when he hands you the gold wrapper. “Fuck, you taste that good?”

“It could be the weed,” you tease, breathless. He chuckles a bit, leaning forward, pressing a kiss on your lips, unsure of what you were okay with. But you meet his lips, and that’s when Sukuna almost cums then and there, he’s never felt whatever the fuck that is. “Mmm, your lips are so soft.”

“Surprise you?” He teases, but you nod a bit, a rough man with plush lips so soft they’re pillowy is surprising. “Take what you want, brat.”

God he’s fine as fuck.

You’re hiding your nerves when you tear open the packet, slipping it over his huge cock, did it get bigger, harder somehow!? Even the magnum barely stretches over him as you roll it down his shaft slowly, watching his sooty pink lashes flutter as you do. His lips kiss yours again, and you taste yourself on his lips, when his tongue slips into your mouth.

A mix of weed and your juices, along with something sweet - whatever flavor Sukuna is.

It’s too intimate then, yeah you’ve last fucked your boyfriend, but you’re not inexperienced either with hook ups or a friend with benefits. You’re choosy, but you’ve done this - but for whatever reason your heart races as he lets you take what you want, as his tongue ring clicks against your teeth, and you picture how good it’d feel everywhere, your tummy tightening.

The scent of the weed still smoking out in that ash tray mixes with his cologne, heady and dizzying, your glasses get so fogged you take them off, earning his chuckle as he pulls them off, sitting them on the table. “You blind now?”

“Literally… I can still see you though.” You whisper, it makes his heart race, seeing your eyes without them for the first time, he cups your face as you rub his latex covered tip on your soppy cunt.

“Pretty fucking eyes, shit,” he curses then, seeing them grow lidded, as your tight little hole starts sucking him in.

“Fuck…”

You both whisper it at the same time, as you sink down on his cock, bit by bit, and he can’t help his moan, loud as his hands move to grip your skirt, yanking it up and using it to pull you down. Your gasp fills his ears with the squelching of your greedy, slutty little cunt sinking more and more on him, and he can’t help but think if he was raw he’d already have busted.

That would be so fucking embarassing, he is Ryomen Sukuna!

He thanks god for the layer, but it still feels far too good, your cunt so tight, gripping him as you move your hips, rolling them in a way no woman should know how to do. He’s pausing you when you do it again, glaring. “You know how to ride cock that fucking good?”

“Show me what you got, Sukuna,” you whisper, acting like his cock wasn’t burning with that stretch, like you weren’t on the edge. He glares now, picking your hips up with those huge fucking hands, slamming you until he’s against your cervix now, watching with a mean grin as you scream out. “Oh my g-god!”

“Ride it now, huh pretty little slut?” He whispers, repeating it again, hands leaving marks on your ass as his fingers sink into the fat of it. “Where’s all that talk?”

You glare, shoving his back against his soft leather couch, moving your hips again and eliciting that whimper, making you smile. “You whimpering, Sukuna?”

“Oh I’ll fuck your vocal chords up next time, swear to - mmm…” he’s crying out again as your fingers grip his soft shirt, and you glide up and down his cock again. “Fucking brat.”

“Mmhmm, can you handle it?” You’re gliding up and down his cock, watching him fall apart even with your blurry ass vision you see it, how handsome he is, feeling his strength as his hands wrap your waist, and he bites his lower lip, brows drawing together as you hit just that spot in your cervix. “Mnh!”

Sukuna groans, kissing down your collar bone, your tits bounce as you work him, and he’s worried you were fucking right, how can he hold back his cum when your cunt is gripping him like that!? He’s lifting you up, slamming you back down hard, you scream out, your nails pressing into his shoulders, and he does it again, again, harder inside you, until you fucking drool.

“That’s it, can’t talk shit stuffed full of this cock, huh?” You don’t talk shit back, your eyes are rolled back as he fucks his hips up into you, holding you right up in the goddamn air damn near and using you like a little fuck toy. “That’s it, gonna cum aren’t you?”

You answer that when he slams hard and hits your cervix again, reaching down to find your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. “Sukuna!”

God, you crying out his name fucks him up, when he rolls it, feeling how soaked you are, making a mess down his thighs and yours, dripping with how much wetness is pouring. “That’s it, can’t help yourself,”

He’s pressing too perfectly, hitting that spot in you again when his tip drags along your slick walls, and you’re screaming out, the orgasm so hard it’s blinding, you’re trembling in his hold while he watches you, moaning at the sight. Your scream is ridiculous when he pulls back his thumb, sucking more of you off him before bottoming out inside you as much as he can.

“Ah! Sukuna…” You cum so hard you have tears of overstimulation, two little ones falling, just making you hotter. Sukuna groans, fucking up into you again and again, wrapping his arms around you as he moves you, and your cries are caught by his lips. “Mmm!”

“Mmm,” he’s lost inside you then, your little body moved where he wants you, your lips parted in screams that he drinks. Sukuna’s close, so fucking close, slowing his thrusts then and looking at you, saliva hanging from between your joined lips when they fall apart. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

“I a-am?” You whisper, confused and fucked out. Sukuna didn’t seem the sweet words type of guy, he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he pulses inside you, making you whine out again.

“Shut up,” he scowls, you blink and giggle breathlessly then, trying to roll your hips only for him to smack the fuck out of your ass. “No more of that, I’m about to…”

“Cum.” You whisper, rolling them and earning another smack, loud and stinging your skin, just making you more desperate. “Cum for me, Sukuna.”

“Brat.” He huffs, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck, making you gasp out at the sharp tearing of your delicate skin, when you feel him fuck into you hard, his thick cock ruining your cunt, while he’s teeth hurt so bad you’re cumming from the fucking pain.

You shouldn’t have talked shit.

He’s way too big for it all, smacks of skin louder when he uses you, moves you, all you can do is gasp and cling to him, while he’s busting inside that condom finally, slowing as he moans right in your fucking ear. You’re clinging to his back, nails pressing in, screaming out as he pulses so deep, rocking you on his cock himself now, tongue slipping up the curve of your neck as he busts.

He’s never cum like that.

He can’t see for a fucking second, biting back that whine as he nips at your ear, barbell flicking against it, and he feels your aftershocks milking him, picturing filling that cunt up so full then. The thought makes him leak more and more cum inside the barrier he wants to rip the fuck off, groaning out as he hears your little whimper, as he feels you trembling under his hands as the run across your skin.

He wants you all naked, spread for him, hands slipping over curves he only got to see bits of. Wants to see that pretty cunt spread wide for him, shit he felt it - how does it look? How would it look pouring out cum for him? He’s kissing you again, rocking you on him, still hard inside your tight walls, which keep quivering around him, until he pulls back, looking at your fucked out face.

Holy fuck. - It’s all you can think in your head, mouth opening and shutting, when he smirks up at you.

“Think I kept up with you huh?”

“Shit…” You just take a breath, smiling a bit then. “I took it easy on you.”

“What now?” He glares again as you giggle, easing off him, hissing at how sore you are. “Acting like you can even walk after that?”

“I can walk f-fine.” Your thighs are aching, trembling when you stubbornly stand, blushing as you look at the cum spurted into his condom, so much of it too, it makes your throat go dry, wanting to swallow him up next time -

Next time - Would he want one?

You shouldn’t care, but you feel it, the nagging need again that shouldn’t exist, when you grab your glasses, putting them back on and bringing him even more clearly into your vision. He stands up then, walking over and throwing the condom out, wincing as he touches himself, so sensitive and still throbbing, while he watches you slip your panties back on.

“No free weed huh?” You tease, he chuckles then, shaking his head - as if you didn’t suck dick so good he wouldn’t buy you a fucking rock if you wanted to do that every day.

“No way,” he teases back, you brush back your messy hair, giggling a bit when he comes back, buttoning his pants. “Want me to fix your hair? Looks like shit.”

“You are a dick!” He smirks again, but you nod, and he grabs a brush, a flat black one with a wide handle. “You don’t have to.”

“I fucked it up, might as well fix it,” his voice is husky then, he turns you around, slowly running it through the tangles he’d caused, and something feels way too easy, too perfect. Your head falls back a bit, eyes fluttering shut, he’s sweeter than you thought he’d be, that’s all.

Right?

He’s methodically running it through your hair slowly, until it’s much closer to where it was when you walked in, and for a moment you feel so vulnerable, sucking his dick and riding him was intimate, but this feels even moreso. Aftercare is not something you’re crazy familiar with, you were always one to dart out of wherever you were after sex.

But you don’t really want to leave.

You’ll blame the weed and his huge cock, for your mind turning to mush, when he starts braiding your hair. “Sukuna, what are you up to?”

“Shut it, think it’ll look good on you,” he huffs, running his fingers through your strands now. He’d braided hair a ton during endless football events where the cheerleaders joined in, a lot of the football guys were actually pretty good at that and even curling hair.

Your hair is silky and gently falling through his fingers as they card through it, until he holds out a hand for a ponytail. You take one of the few off your wrist when he finishes his work, slipping it over your shoulder. You touch it gently, feeling far too many emotions hitting your throat then at the sweet gesture from an outwardly rough and brash man.

“Does it look cute back there?” You tease, looking up at him, and he clears his throat then.

“I’d love to see how you look from the back,” his husky words are met with a tug on your braid, you bite back a gasp at how good it feels - when his doorbell rings, making him grimace. “Yeah what?”

“Sukuna, open up,” he hears Satoru’s pouty voice, making him sigh, and you step away now, hastily grabbing your back, looking at him. Your little braid is tempting him to no end, to yank it, to bend you over the couch, so much he can hardly fucking stand it.

He’d always found you pretty, but it’s like he can’t get his eyes off you after it, after kissing you.

The fuck is in this weed!?

“Sukuna!”

“God, hold on.” He sighs and walks over, opening the door while you grab your lighter, decorated with some nerdy anime guy you seem to be obsessed with. He’s on the back of your car and on your bag, he noticed.

Sukuna looked better than any anime guy, surely.

Satoru and Suguru are at the door now, holding up baggies of weed, bright blue and green nugs that look way too pretty and fluffy, when their eyes catch sight of you behind them. “Heyy, it’s the hot nerd.” Satoru teases, earning your eye roll.

“Oh whatever,” they laugh as they walk in, Suguru carrying a case of beer. It was the summer after college, but they used to all live in a huge frat house together, now they’ve all moved into this insanely fancy apartment together - you could fit your entire dorm in their living room - as they moved on to their Master’s degree. You were an underclassmen, still a Senior in college.

You remember them all very well, but they’re all pretty annoying. Honestly, Sukuna at least seems to be a little more mature than them, but not by much. He’s taking a beer out of the case, as they plop themselves down, Suguru puts the rest of the twelve pack in Sukuna’s fridge, Satoru busts out the rolling tray and eyes you with insane blue eyes.

“Wanna smoke, sweets?” He asks, and you shake your head with a little smile.

“I already have, and still have to drive back to the dorm,” they laugh again.

“Shit those suck, though I hear there’s a big party at the old frat house this weekend,” Satoru murmurs, handing Sukuna the blunt to finish rolling. When his stupidly long pink tongue laps at the seam of it, your tummy clenches, eyes unable to remove themselves. “You coming, nerdy girl?”

“I don’t know, not really my thing. And should you be calling me nerdy, when you’re wearing Lucemon on your shirt?” Satoru glares, and Suguru and Sukuna snort in laughter.

“You know who that is? Damn, you just got even hotter.” He smirks and earns another eye roll, they chuckle but Sukuna’s jaw tenses.

He does not like someone flirting with you.

Holy fuck did your mouth work a number on him like that!?

“Uh huh, I might go, I don't know. Um…” You turn to Sukuna now, tilting you head back to look up at him. “Thanks for…”

What do you say - thanks for the dick?

Thanks for kissing you, braiding your hair, making you cum?

“Um… the smoke, I appreciate it,” you murmur, not wanting to just blurt everything out in front of his friends. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, biceps tensing and bunching, you see your crescent nail prints in his skin then.

It makes you ache to see the visible proof.

This was a dumb fucking idea. When you thought of fucking him, you figured it’d be great, it’d be fun, but you didn’t anticipate whatever feeling this was, the one where you didn’t even wanna leave. This wasn’t how you were - you can chalk it up to the breakup, chalk it up to the weed, to the huge - at least ten inch - cock that has currently fucked you stupid…

Yeah, chalk it up to that.

“Thanks for,” Sukuna trails off now too, seeing the evidence of his teeth against your lower lip, swollen from brutal kisses. His cock is back on hard when he also notices how your sweater is hanging off a shoulder, and there are marks along your pretty collar bone from his suction, damn near making him feral as he thinks of it. “Coming over.”

“Yes, of course um… bye you all.” They wave as you rush out, leaning against the door and exhaling now, trying to collect your breath as you hear them murmur.

“Do you like her or something?” Suguru’s voice is muffled, but you hear it, and you can’t help but act like some spy, listening when you shouldn’t for the answer.

Did Sukuna…

“She’s cool, we hang out I guess.” Is his gruff answer, and you hear the echo of laughter. “Drop it, so what’s up with this party?”

You sigh, stepping away, sitting in your car for a moment too long, looking up at the window of Sukuna’s apartment for a moment, wondering if you made it all fucking weird now. You wouldn’t say you two were ‘friends’ but you were cool with each other, and now you were listening if he liked you - as if you’re silently listening on the phone with a friend in middle school or something.

You shake it off and head home, ignoring the gnawing feeling, shifting in your seat at how sore you are, you really talked more shit than you should have, you need a good hot bath after taking him.

Sukuna shuts the blinds, having looked at you as you walked, just to make sure you were good. “You hit it, huh?”

“Shut up, Suguru.” They’re snorting as the smoke fills the room.

The three of them usually share all the details of their encounters, but he sure the fuck wasn’t sharing anything about you - how you are probably the best thing he’s ever felt wrapped around him. How you sucked him stupid - got him whimpering!? - yeah, no fucking way he admitted that to anyone.

*****

It’s been a week since you last talked to Sukuna, and during that week you’re absolutely mortified by the amount of times you thought about texting or messaging him on his IG. Much, much worse, after you looked at some of his gym posts before bed, you woke up the next morning cumming thinking about your fucking plug and his huge cock inside you, fuck it was embarassing.

You wanna message him now even, but he hasn’t written you, and you don’t wanna be the girl who mentions - let’s hook up - then gets clingy. That’s just not you, and it’s not fair, you’d brought it up and it wasn’t like he asked to hook up with you. When your friends bring up going to a DnD match tonight - instead of going to that frat party, nine times out of ten you’d go for the DnD.

You don’t dig parties, and the DnD group has primo weed too.

Sukuna supplied for all of them after all.

But you instead find yourself dying to go to the party tonight - you may even find yourself buying a whole outfit. Like some goofy, corny ass 90‘s movie where the nerdy girl gets hot with a dress, except you sure the fuck weren’t taking your glasses off for that moment, since you’re damn near blind without them.

When Sukuna took off your glasses though?

God.

Snap out of it?!

You may or may not have freaked the fuck out when he hearted your instagram story before the party, biting your lip and giggling way too fucking much. You don’t even take pictures for shit, but you were feeling cute, and that just cinches it in your mind - you want to see him again and not for some weed. You just…

Want to see him.

Plug Sukuna - Hey brat, you coming to the party or doing nerd shit?

You roll your eyes a bit, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy at how excited you are to have him messaging you.

You - Do I look like I’m going to DnD?

Sukuna flushes, looking at your insta story for the twentieth time, surrounded by girls wearing literally next to nothing, coming up to him as he sits on the couch alone - shit Sukuna never did at parties. He was the life of the party usually, beer pong champion, the one making sure everyone had the best smoke or really anything they asked for.

But all he can think of is seeing you again, and he wishes it was just your pussy and not that he misses your cute little laugh - how you snort just a bit - how you push those glasses up your nose. How excited you get as you’re trying to convince him to watch your cartoons - sorry, anime - and how you take a hit from that blunt, just a bit of your glittery gloss on the tip.

He’s got one rolled up right now in the middle of a party with music blaring, mixing with the conversation and laughter of so many people, dying to share the blunt with you, to talk to you - he wanted to hit you up so many times, but he sure didn’t wanna be the dude who got pussy whipped in one encounter. You mentioned casual, one time maybe more- but the two of you hadn’t spoken since.

Sukuna was used to women blowing up his phone, begging for it again, even now he has women coming to sit on his lap, which usually is par for the course, but he just doesn’t find much excitement in it. He happens to have one on his right thigh right now, when he watches you walk into the room - and Instagram didn’t even do you justice.

You look so fucking cute, sexy little pleated skirt and a black top that shows that his marks on your pretty breasts faded - they’re just begging for more on them. He swallows nervously, god why is he nervous, it irritates him!? But he is, as your eyes meet his, and of course dart to the girl on his lap, you give him a little wave and smile, and he curses as you turn away and talk to someone then.

Sukuna unceremoniously shoves the girl off his lap, he can’t say he feels bad about it either, as he heads straight toward you, hearing one of the underclassmen gushing and simping over you. You’re just staring with a brow raised, unimpressed at the fumbling man, when he walks over smoothly with a blunt, holding it out.

“Wanna smoke, brat?” You look at him now, he’s unfairly hot and shirtless basically, unless you wanna call that black silk open kimono a top. You can see those nipple piercings, a fucking belly button ring leading to a light happy trail that makes your brain short circuit.

You hadn’t seen him shirtless, even sucking him.

“We were talking - oh, it’s Sukuna, shit! Sorry…” the boy learns fast, backing up and stuttering when Sukuna glares at him. “Catch you later?”

“Sure,” you sigh, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers now, yours brushing against his softly. “I gotta pay for this?”

“Nah,” fuck he was a dick huh? He always is, but for a moment he feels bad, even though you’re teasing with a little smile, holding the blunt up for a light. Sukuna immediately busts his out, bright orange flame igniting the tip, watching the cherry brighten as you puff on it. “It’s blueberry.”

You inhale it like a fucking pro, when don’t you? Heavy, thick smoke falling out of your mouth then getting sucked back into your mouth. You look so good doing it, handing it to him without even a cough, just exhaling it back out, a smile on those pretty lips of yours. He pauses, unsure of even what to say, as he puts it to his lips, and your eyes drift lower.

Your thoughts are filthy as his, his tattoos curve with his body in a way that’s just slutty actually, black thick lines that aren’t fair honestly. Your body remembers him far too well, when he snatches up two drinks as you two walk over to a quieter part of the party, past a sea of bodies that eye the two of you. You take it gratefully, then wince as the liquor hits your tongue.

“Lightweight.” Sukuna teases, earning a playful shove from you, but your hand pauses on bare skin, watching his rippling, cut abdomen tense as you do.

Fuck.

Your pussy is pulsing from touching his skin, ugh it’s annoying. You know he hasn’t asked you to come over, so you shouldn’t be thinking this badly about him, but how can you not? The memories flit through your mind, his big hands that now hold a blunt and a red solo cup, and how they touched you.

“You look…” He pauses, wanting to say dumb fucking words.

Beautiful.

You do look beautiful.

Your eyes lock up with his, and he’s just sputtering like a fucking idiot, as if he’s never talked to a woman, he notices the shimmery shadow you’ve brushed across your lid as he looks down at you, so small compared to him. Sukuna towered over everyone, he was used to it, but something about it makes him want to pick you up, carry you somewhere and devour you.

Watch his cock in your tummy bulge.

“I look what?” Your whisper breaks his racing brain, he sips his drink and sighs now, clearing his throat and putting on a smirk.

“Hot.”

You blink a bit at that. “Hot?”

“Yeah, hot.” He curses himself internally.

“Thanks,” you trail off, it was nice you guess, but you supposed Sukuna said that to every girl, including the ones on his lap as you walked in. And you really hate that it made you sick to see it, off one time fucking him. “You look good too.”

“I always do.” You roll your eyes and laugh a bit, the sound making him ache, when his name’s being chanted by the pong table.

“You’re being summoned, Sukuna.” You tease, inhaling his blunt and stepping closer, so close he inhales your scent, driving him fucking insane.

It takes so much to save face and not drop to his knees and beg you to just allow him to lick your entire body. And he would, fuck, if you let him.

What is wrong with him.

It didn’t help he’d jerked it to you this morning, and every morning, since you’re clearly some succubus hitting all his dreams and making him wake up leaking pre.

“You good?” You ask softly, he clears his throat then, glaring at the men waving him over.

“Yeah, catch you after I wipe the floor with them?” He teases, and you nod, just a bit disappointed, but it wasn’t like you were close to Sukuna suddenly.

You were just…

A buyer, and he was your plug. A plug you had literally propositioned, seduced. Him being friendly was sweeter than he even needed to be. You put a hand on his shoulder then, feeling the weed hitting - mixing with the drink in your system, but when you touch him again it’s something else.

“Of course, I’ll be here for probably an hour or so, I don’t know too many people here.”

“Tch won’t be three minutes they’ll all be shitfaced and losers.” You laugh at that, but it’s forced, a little awkward.

The party goes on, and every time Sukuna wants to find you, you’re hidden, when he does see you, someone’s in his fucking way. Like everything and anything is blocking his way - why does he know everyone? Right now he doesn’t wanna fucking catch up, or talk, he just wants to talk to you.

He’s standing with Suguru and Satoru, as the three of them are sipping on drinks, and he sees you again finally, emerging from one of the bathrooms, but before he can think, there are three dudes talking to you. His jaw clenches at the sight of it, and he can’t keep excusing it to good sex, or wanting to hit again, it just doesn’t feel the same.

Sukuna can’t stand seeing you getting hit on, he’s glaring right at those men, sure he’s only fucked you once - but that’s enough to make him lose his shit. Suguru and Satoru are trying to get his attention, waving the blunt at him as he scowls over at the pretentious assholes talking to you. Your eyes catch his, you’re clearly unused to the attention it seems, a blush on your cheeks.

Or you like those losers.

Sukuna has been dying to fuck you again, but not just that - been dying to talk to you again, smoke you out, he didn’t say all he wanted to that day. Was it just a one time thing for you? He didn’t even get to drink your pretty pussy, didn’t get to hit it from the back, fuck he has so many positions he wants to do with you, he wants to-

“Earth to Sukuna.” Satoru says, and he clears his throat, taking a hit of the blunt and letting it fill his lungs.

“Yeah?” He grumbles, and their gazes go in your direction.

“You really like the cute little nerd, huh?” Satoru teases, earning Sukuna’s glare.

“Shit, you’re down bad bro.” Suguru chuckles, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers then.

“Shut the fuck up. Just… we hooked up and…” He trails off again, and his friends chuckle, nudging each other.

“So you did, called it. And how was that, is the nerd freaky?” Satoru asks, sipping his solo red cup, and Sukuna scowls right at his best friends.

“None of your fucking business.”

“Oh shit, real bad,” Suguru says then, coughing as he takes his hit.

“Learn to take a real hit, and shut up. Not telling either of you shit.”

“We share everything, that means…” Satoru takes the blunt between his lips now, inhaling and smirking as Sukuna finds one of the men practically dragging your awkward ass to the dance floor.

You are awkward, hot and pretty as you are, you can’t dance for shit, at some point making a really awkward move Sukuna can only describe as shaking dice in your hands. “Is she… doing…”

Suguru trails off, as Sukuna laughs a bit at you. “Some interesting dance move she learned in DND maybe.” Sukuna murmurs, and he’s almost okay with it, you seem to have no interest, until the guy drags you by your hips against him.

That’s it.

“Shit… we strapping up for a fight?” Suguru asks, and Satoru grins, batshit psycho as always.

“I’m down to fight.”

“I don’t need your help,” he scoffs and stomps right over to you, where you’re being grinded on against, snatching the dude’s wrist up quickly. “She’s not enjoying herself.”

“What bro?” He’s clearly wasted, when Sukuna’s grip tightens he winces. “Shit, is it your girl or something?”

“Go sober up and dance with yourself.” He shoves at him now, and you blink in confusion. You hadn’t known how to dance really, you figured you would try, him grabbing you was creepy, but you figured you’d get him off you in a moment, when a giant, tall ass Sukuna had practically tossed the kid off.

You can’t help but feel it more, that tightening in your tummy, when his angry red eyes flit down to you. “Sukuna…”

“You weren’t enjoying that, were you?” He demands, speaking through his teeth damn near.

“Um… huh?” Are you just really high?

Is Sukuna… jealous?

“C’mon,” he tugs at your wrist now, and you follow him, so confused, yet fucking thrilled by his big hand on your wrist, in a way that concerns feminism you want him to literally throw you over his shoulder. “Short ass legs can’t keep up.”

“We’re not all giants over six four!?” You huff as he keeps tugging, and you yank back weakly, who wouldn’t be weak in that hold? “What’s up with you? You’re acting super fucking weird.”

“Am I?” He laughs, yanking you in his old room - no one has occupied it yet it seems, it was for the head of the frat and they probably haven’t appointed one yet.

“Sukuna, you’re acting… jealous?” You whisper, he scowls down at you, locking the door to one of the rooms then, arm on the other side of you as he is pressing you against the door, making you gasp.

“You didn’t like them, those guys, did you?” He whispers angrily, you blink a bit, biting your lower lip, he tugs it out from under your teeth. “Did you?”

“Would you be mad if I did? Aren’t me and you just… hooking up?” You murmur, earning a deeper glare, as your heart races.

“Once. We hooked up once, brat.”

“Once. You didn’t want more, right?”

“You didn’t want more.”

“Says who!?”

“You never messaged me… you…” He trails off, cursing now, and the two of you just stare at each other, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, as Sukuna’s hands tighten on your face now, cupping it tightly. “Did you just want it once?”

“What do you think?” You answer back, hand slipping over his bare chest now, and then he slams his lips on yours, tongue ring clicking against the roof of your mouth when it dives inside, huge hands cupping your face even tighter. You whine into his lips, body aching. “So do you want more than once?”

“The fuck do you think?” He takes your hand, putting it right on his cock, throbbing and hard, you brush your hand against it, earning his moan.

“Then say you want it again.” You’re taunting him, nerdy fucking brat, he scowls as he tilts your chin up.

“You talk a lot of shit. Think it’s time to get all your attention focused on me now, huh?”

“How you gonna do that - ah!” Sukuna’s on his fucking knees in front of you, making you tremble, breaths coming so fast you cant function, when he lifts up your skirt, looking up at you with dilated eyes almost black, fingering the fishnet stockings you’re wearing - they have no right looking that good on your thighs. “Sukuna?”

“Hold your fucking skirt up, brat. Now.” You blink again, lost at the giant man slipping your panties down your thighs, moaning when your pussy is in his face. “Fuck, knew it would be pretty but… fuck you for it being that pretty.”

“Fuck me for it!? What’re you even doing down there!” You’re yanking at his hair, and he chuckles now, lapping his tongue along your inner thigh, watching as your pussy drools out.

“What do you think I’m doing? Gonna lick every thought of anyone from your pretty fucking head,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh again, you gasp. “Haven’t you been eaten out?”

“I have, just… you… you do that?” He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks under those pink lashes at you.

“Of course I do, ya didn’t give me a chance last time, jumping my dick like a slutty little brat.”

“You- oh!” You’re gonna talk shit, but when Ryomen Sukuna licks up your slit then, tongue ring flicking on your clit, you lose any words. “Mnh!”

You almost say you love him from one fucking lick, one wicked stripe of his wet, hot tongue between your lips.

“Nothing smart to say, brat?” He whispers, breath hot against your cunt while he holds your folds open with his thick fingers. You can’t respond, you arch your hips now, resting your shoulders back against the door, silently pleading for more. Sukuna moans softly, flicking his tongue again. “How about you be nice, say please?”

“Please,” you let out breathlessly, and Sukuna buries his fucking face against your cunt then, drowning himself in your sweet taste, your heat, while he listens to your moans mixing with the blaring music of the party, just an echo, his heart racing in his ears as your cunt gushes down him, messy as fuck. “S’kuna mnh!”

You can’t even say his name he muses, palming his erection over his pants, he can hardly stand it, he’d tasted you before off his fingers but this was more intense, the sweetness pouring as he tries to catch it. He looks up at you, your head falling forward, feels you trembling, while you crumple that skirt in one hand, the other balancing on his shoulder.

Sukuna’s tongue slots itself into your eager hole, already pulsing around the wet muscle, curling up wickedly and hitting your spot with that fucking barbell, you scream out hoarsely, head slamming the door as he does. He has you cumming with two more flicks, as his nose bumps right against your engorged, twitchy little clit, your whines and grinding hips urging him on, drawing that orgasm out.

You’re shivering, hips bucking up to fuck his face, wanton and fucking insane how you work them, greedy, pulling at his hair now. “Sukuna!”

“Mmh, you’re so easy f’me, huh?” you want to talk shit, but his tongue flicks and swirls your clit, as your thigh brushes the soft silk of his kimono, and you can’t take it, how fucking good it feels. “Say it, and I’ll let you cum again.”

“Easy… ah!” He’s moaning now, sucking your clit into his hot mouth, vibrating it with his own moans, your skirt falls so he shoves it back up, but your hands have entangled in his pink hair, while he’s devouring all the juices pouring from your slutty little hole, all over his handsome face. “S’Kuna…”

“Can’t even say my name, huh?” He murmurs, pulling back, his face coated in you, the sight should be embarrassing, but instead it’s so sexy you whine out, he smirks - having you whimper this time, when he stands, you wobble. “Can’t stand up brat?”

“Fuck… shut up…” he’s taunting you, but he’s right, he has to wrap an arm around your hips, bending low and running his two fingers up your sensitive slit, watching as your eyes roll back, feeling you tremble in his hold. “Kuna…”

“Not my name, tch.” You’re delirious when he’s pumped his fingers deep, curling in your quivering walls. “Take them off. Now, get on the bed.”

You are not one to take orders, you scowl at first, but when he’s slid two of his fingers in your mouth, and has a thigh between yours, you’re grinding on it, desperate, soaking his pants now. He’s kissing you again, before pulling back, turning you around and unzipping the back of your skirt.

“Do I have to undress you, brat? Where’s all the shit talking? Keeping up with your freak, hmm?” He’s taunting you even as his hands shake, when your skirt slips down, and your head falls back, whining out. “You don’t talk shit when you cum, is that when your pretty mouth shuts?”

“Shut my mouth, Sukuna.” He groans, kissing down across the side of your neck, tugging your top down, then up over your head, turning you as the skirt pools around your heels. He is stunned when he sees your body, swallowing nervously, tracing the swell of your breasts, the nip of your waist, the jut of your hips in wonder.

You’re nervous, him seeing you fully, but his eyes are bright rubies when they hungrily make their way up your face. Your hands slip to his body, slipping off the black kimono, revealing his body fully, so sculpted it’s ridiculous, you lean forward, kissing along a tattoo on his chest, over a thick pectoral muscle, and he huffs, hand entangling in your hair.

“You’re fucking…” he doesn’t know how to say it, fuck.

He’s never said that.

“Hot?” You tease, kissing lower, unbuckling his belt as you do. “You’re gorgeous, fuck…”

“Me? Tch.” You nod, and he sighs now, swallowing a bit, tilting your chin up and making you pull away from kissing across his tattoos. “You’re beautiful, brat, okay?”

“I am?” You blink a bit, and he sighs, nodding, jaw tensing so hard there’s a vein popping out. “Oh Sukuna… thank you…”

“Shut up.” You blink in confusion at him, but he’s already picked you up, your arms wrap his strong neck, as his huge hands hold you. “Don’t fucking dance with anyone.”

“Like… tonight?” You ask curiously, he snorts, shaking his head and carrying you over to a huge bed, one he used to sleep in, sitting you on it and brushing your hair back.

“Like not at all.” Your blush decorates your cheeks, as you bite your lower lip.

“Do you like me, Sukuna?” Your question makes him laugh, a huge tattooed hand cupping the side of your face and leaning down.

“Do I like you?” You nod then, suddenly shy for running it like you do, and he sighs, brushing your hair back as you tug at his pants, going to stroke his cock and eliciting that soft whimper of his that wrecks you. “Yes, I like you… alot. Okay!?”

“You sound so mad about it.” You tease, stroking him slowly, over those veins that wrap his pretty, heavy cock, and he sighs, snatching your hand now.

“And you, brat, huh? Do you like me, baby?” He whispers, flipping you around, your ass arching up and out, two fingers slipping back inside your hole, stretching you out, making your head fall back as you arch for more.

“Y-yes, I do, ngh!” He pauses then, cock slapping your ass so fucking heavy, precum drizzling across your ass cheeks, dancing messy on your skin.

“Shit, you like me?” His surprised words hit even your horny ass, high ass brain, you look back, getting up on your knees, reaching a hand back around to him now, he leans forward, sighing, cupping you under your chin.

“Yes, I really do. I thought… maybe you didn’t?” He shakes his head, he’s not sure the word ‘like’ covers what he feels, but for now it’ll suffice. “As more than a friend?”

“I don’t do that to friends,” he murmurs, kissing you again, fingers running along your slit. “Don’t bury my face in my friends.”

“Then… more than that?” He nods a bit, and you melt, pressing back against him as he wraps his strong arms around you. “I’d like that too - I’d also like your cock in me.”

“Cock hungry brat, can’t have a fucking moment, huh?” You giggle, and the sound wrecks him, he’s kissing you again, tip sliding on your folds. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside you.”

“So do it…” Your answer to his insane statements is to get in the perfect arch for him, he moans as you do.

“Fuck, you sure?” You nod, hands clinging to the blankets while you soak his tip, gushing down in a soppy, squelching mess to the bed. “I’m not going easy on you this time, slutty cunt can take it huh?”

“I won’t go easy either, gonna have you whimper - ah!” Sukuna’s slid inside your cunt in a deep stroke, and without the condom you feel every fucking bit of his cock, from that fat, musroomed tip, to every vein in your slick, gummy walls. “Sukuna!”

“Fuck, loosen up,” he huffs, smacking on your ass cheek, you gasp as he groans, trying not to cum while you grip him so tight. “Now, brat.”

“I c-can’t, shit… ah!” You’re shaking as he slips out, then back inside, feeling so fucking delicious in your cunt you moan, glasses falling right off your face as he fucks into you harder now, slamming and bullying his thick cock deep inside you, so full you feel like you’re splitting apart, still wearing those heels and thigh highs, the sight of them right under your ass taking him the fuck out.

“Fuck, feel you, gonna remember my shape, aren’t you?” He huffs, as he fucks inside you, leaning over you now, hand on the mattress, gripping the blankets right next to you, veins raising from the back of his tattooed hands while his leaky tip drools on your cervix. You gasp out, whining when he stuffs you, his other hand cupping under your chin. “Asked you a question.”

“Conceited,” you huff, only earning him slamming inside your cunt, you’re blinded when he does, gasping out, ass arching for more of his brutal thrusts while he gives you the most wicked backshots, the sounds of skin slapping echoing and filling your ears, the party long since faded. “F-fuck, ah!”

“Like me, huh? She doesn’t like me, she loves me, doesn’t she?” He’s whispering in your ear, you weakly nod, you’re not typically submissive, but for him you want to be, when he rolls his hips up just so and hits your spot, you scream out at it. “Say it.”

“No… mnh!” He flips you then, right before you’re about to cum, making you whine, picking your thigh up and pulling it high, your heel and stockings ripped off, one by one, until your legs are bare, and the heel of your foot is against his chest. Like this, him hovering over you, cock prodding your soppy entrance, it’s way too intimate.

Like wasn’t a good enough term.

Fucked up over him was better.

“Wanna watch me fuck your guts up, huh? Bet you haven’t had that have you, cock ruin your fucking insides?” He’s possessive, feral as he looks down, you’ve put your glasses on all askew, he tenderly fixes them before tilting your chin down to watch your cunt make his cock disappear. “God…”

He can’t take it, how sexy it is to see the bulge slowly form as he shoves his thick ten inches as much as he can, between your puffy lips, while you watch him, lips parted, glasses slipping back down your nose again, covered with a sheen of sweat. “Oh…”

You’re watching it, the bulge, ridiculous as he fucks into you so slow, leaning over you and making your leg press up higher, a hand on the back of your thigh, he eyes your face again, as he slips in deeper, till he’s stuffed you far too full. You’re struggling to take him at this angle, deeper, slower strokes, fucking you up with every single one, your eyes going crossed then.

“Wanna see your pretty eyes,” he murmurs, taking them off, setting them aside and leaning low over you now. “Can you see me, blind little brat?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” He kisses you again, while he’s bending you in half, fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, your stomach, fuck your throat, all of it, he’s ruining your cunt until she will just know his shape and you can’t say you mind, not when he slams hard, and you feel your body tense. “Kuna, please…”

“What, brat, need to cum?” He whispers, saliva breaking apart in a thin, gossamer string as the filthy sounds of his cock wrecking your squelching cunt fill the room. “Say please, huh?”

“Please, mnh! Kuna, please,” Sukuna reaches down, like he already knows your body after two fuck sessions, finding your twitchy little clit and leaning up, rubbing little circles and angling his hips just so, your orgasm hits you so hard, already sensitive from his tongue, his mouth, those fingers.

“That’s it, cum all on me, make a fuckin’ mess,” he murmurs, but in his head he’s already mad with one thought.

His.

You weren’t dancing or talking or smoking with another dude, ever the fuck again - he knows enough people, he can make sure of it too, watching your eyes roll back, that mouth in a slutty O as your cunt starts milking him then. He sucks in a breath, now laying his heavy weight on you, mean strokes hitting so hard and deep the smacks keep echoing as you’re so fucking full.

“Slutty hole wants all my cum, huh? Should I fill you the fuck up, have you drip me the rest of this fucking party?” Sukuna’s eyes are so dark with his blown out pupils, all you can see is black with red rings around them, as he grips your hip bruising. “Can’t even talk? That pathetic huh? Thought I had to match your freak, brat.”

“Mnh…” You wanna talk back but he’s fucking you from one orgasm into another, and all you can manage is a - ‘cum in me’ - which pushes him over the edge.

“Yeah, can you take all this cum, baby?”

Baby.

It’s echoing - Sukuna, your plug, the most popular dude there is, is sweet talking you and rolling his hips. One moment it’s ‘fucking slutty cunt, feel her’ the next it’s - ‘so pretty, look at you’. The mix of filthy, nasty words and sweet whispers, and brutal strokes that ruin your cunt and tender caresses is too much, he’s too much, you can’t formulate words, a girl who's never at a loss for them.

“I c-can take it,” you whisper finally, eyes locking, and then he moans, lifting your thighs up high, shoving them until they’re flushed with your breasts, smushed as his weight presses on your thighs, and he starts fucking his veiny, slick cock harder and harder.

“Yeah? Beg for it, huh?” you bite your lip, glaring. “Beg for me to fill this perfect little cunt, be the only one to.”

“P-possessive… psycho…” he’s chuckling, like he’s really fucking lost it, slamming in one more time. “Beg m-me, huh?”

“Fuck,” he’s done with your ass, you’re literally so annoying, but he also is fucking loving it, your attitude even as he has you bent and folded in half. “Tiny little cunt, bet she can’t.”

“I can, f-fuck… just… cum in me- stop talking and - ah!” He’s done when you demand it like that, when your nails press into his biceps, his head falls back as he feels his release, so much cum, despite jerking it all week it’s been building up, waiting for you. “Sukuna!”

“God, feel her, milking every bit, greedy, slutty,” he murmurs, kissing you over and over, barbell massaging your tongue, his huge hands slipping your thighs down as his ropes of white cum paint your walls. “Fuck…”

“Mnh…” You’re weak, head falling to the side for his kisses, thighs shaking violently when he moves again. “Sukuna!”

“Mmm, never wanna fucking leave your pussy, god.” He keeps kissing and slowly pumping, your nails tear into his back, and he loves it, groaning, hoping you leave your marks as he sucks on the base of your neck, lapping up sweat off your skin.

“You cum so much, holy…” He pulls back, grinning as he leans up, kissing your lips sweetly for just a moment, then glaring.

“You’re my girlfriend now, got it?”

You giggle, breathless, brushing a lock of his pink hair back. “Am I now? Not even gonna ask me?”

His brows lower, ruby eyes narrowing. “Nope. I do have a question…”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna smoke?” You grin, nodding, and Sukuna dips, for a moment you panic, but he’s soon back with water bottles and his bag of weed, while you’re in the bathroom cleaning up. He comes behind you in the mirror, wrapping an arm under your breasts and groaning. “God, look at you.”

You turn, leaning up as he leans down, kissing you again, soon the two of you are lounging in the bed, half dressed and laughing, as he inhales the blunt and turns to his side, studying you seriously for a moment, everything feels so comfy and perfect with him, heady. “What is it?”

“Just… you’re really pretty covered in me.” He murmurs, you flush, eyeing the marks on your thighs, your breasts, taking the blunt from his fingers and inhaling it into your mouth, gesturing for him.

He leans forward, and you blow the smoke into his mouth, he lets it fill his lungs and moans, big hands gripping the narrow of your waist, thumbs brushing under the swells of your breasts. He sucks in the smoke now, exhaling, when he takes the blunt again, sighing, brushing your hair back with his free hand.

“You’re still not getting free weed, you know.”

You scoff, glaring as he grins wide. “You are a jerk!”

“Just saying, you gotta pay. Maybe a small discount.”

“A discount!? You just came inside me.” He laughs now, husky with his smirk, laying back on his arm, bent under his head, inhaling again.

“Hmm, yeah I did, didn’t I? Okay, a good discount.”

“Psh!” You shove at his big body, when he pins you down, sighing and slipping up your skirt.

“Tch, fucked her up, huh?” He leans down, pressing bites, sharp along your thighs, you gasp out, feeling dizzy and weak, cunt throbbing from him still. “She’s wasting all that cum.”

“Wasting, what- oh fuck.” He’s got two fingers shoving his sticky cum back in your abused hole, inhaling the blunt and blowing the smoke right on your clit then, you’re arching your back, hips bucking up. “What the… mnh…”

He sucks his fingers, handing you the blunt, you’re blushing as he makes his way back between your thighs. You inhale the blunt now, letting it hit deep as Ryomen Sukuna’s tongue ring collects the milky white cum oozing from your cunt now.

“Hmm,” you earn a glare when you decide to put your glasses on his face. “You look hot, imagine - Nerd Kuna. Ow!”

Sukuna bites your clit, the glasses looking far too sexy on him, and watches you giggle, making his heart race. “Only nerd here is you.”

“Mnh, Sukuna…” He’s lapping at you more and more, the clicking and squishing of your cunt as he cleans up the mess he’s made, all while your glasses on his face are fogging up.

He puts out your blunt, back inside you, spitting his cum and yours in your mouth, tongues swapping it so messy together, big hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you with him to cum over and over, and you realize that night, in your fifth or so round - You think you might just be in love with your plug.

I had wayyy too much fun, hope you all enjoyed ittt hehe

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[bambiihee]

Can you write something for Jake? Like you guys were having a sleepover, watching scary movies then suddenly y’all get freaky.

been craving jake biblically recently… need him

c𝔴༚ smut, nsfw content. roommates au, marijuana, cowgirl, soft dom!jake, fem!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, piv, itty bit of size kink if you squint, frat boy!jake, slut!jake

stoner!jake as your loser roommate; he looks like your typical frat boy on the outside, but he’s secretly just a total nerd!! sure hes got a reputation around campus for being a total slut, but is that really his fault when his lip bites can make the strongest woman fall to her knees… even you, unfortunately, though you pretend you’re not interested. he’s too much of a flight risk, parties, smokes and plays video games too much and cleans nowhere near enough. he’s not your type, you tell yourself.

but jake is just soooo good at getting you to spend time with him against your will, his pretty face and big puppy eyes asking you to smoke a joint and watch a scary movie with him 🥺 it’s impossible to tell him no… plus, it’s a movie you haven’t seen before and want to watch. jake is just an.. added bonus.

you try to sit and just watch the movie, as he inches closer and closer across the couch, burns through a joint with you and starts on another one before you’ve hit the hour mark. then his knee his touching yours,, and then when he passes the joint to you his hand lingers on your thigh… all the while giving you looks you can’t stand, grinning and licking his lips like an invitation…

just as it’s not jake’s fault for being so sexy, it’s not your fault that you fall for his charms! how can you possibly act like your belly’s not on fire when he whispers and laughs all hot and breathy in your ear?? maybe it’s the high breaking down your defenses, but you find yourself acting on your impulses without much thought. the movie’s completely forgotten about, the screams of the victims onscreen being drowned out by your high pitched moans and jake’s whines and grunts. you bounce on his lap with his big veiny hands groping your ass and hips, guiding you against him as your asscheeks jiggle and smack against his pelvis <3 ur pussy’s drippingwet n jake’s cock is dribbling pre, making everything so wet and slick, nasty plap plap plaps ringing in your ears.

“s-so fucking big!” you mewl in pleasure, fucked stupid and hardly able to string together a sentence, only able to sob out just how good you feel, “fuck, jakey, right there!”

“yeah? right there?” jake slams his hips up, fat flared cockhead rubbing up against your sweet spot and kissing your cervix. “you feel me in here, sweetheart?”

his hand comes to splay possessively over your stomach, pressing down to feel himself moving inside of you. it increases the pressure in your cunt tenfold, hot and dizzying, your wet gummy walls clenching hungrily around jake’s cock as if trying to draw him in impossibly deeper.

“so deep!” you hiccup pathetically, reaching back in a desperate blind attempt to ground yourself. you manage to grab a fistful of jake’s hoodie, tugging it hard and pulling him down closer to you. “i’m gonna cum, yun!”

“cum on my dick, baby.” he groans into your neck, plump spit slick lips and hot tongue marking up your skin, “been wanting to feel this pussy creamin’ around me since i first saw you— holy fuck, can i cum inside? please? god, i want to so bad, please, need to see this cunt dripping with me—“

[weirdsociology]

hey writers we have to talk.

if you've read any romance or fanfic in the past twenty years (i know you have), you know that there are a certain number of scents associated with hot dudes. you can probably recite the list of Things Men in Fic smell like in your sleep: leather, black pepper, pine, sandalwood, "something uniquely him", clean sweat, and if the character has ever fucking been within 50 yards of a firearm, something called "cordite".

here's the thing.

NO ONE SMELLS LIKE CORDITE.

cordite was a highly specific type of smokeless gunpowder developed in the 1890s by england specifically and used mostly in wwi.

if your good-smelling guy is not (a) english (b) using a very specific type of british rifle (c) dying in a trench in flanders, he does not smell like cordite. technically even if he does meet all those conditions he still doesn't smell like cordite because he smells like trenchfoot.

the point is, cordite is so far from universal that no one but the most hardcore gun nerds give a single shit about it. making your Sexy Hero smell like cordite is like naming a cassette-only bootleg live recording from the 1970s as your favorite grateful dead album. everyone at the party hates you immediately and knows you're doing it for clout. also, it's just factually... wrong. please stop. i know everyone else is doing it, but you can do the right thing here, i believe in you.

so what do people who are using guns smell like?

well if your story is set before the late 1880s, the smell of a fired gun is black powder, which, unfortunately, smells like seventeen flatulent cows have been shoved in a tire factory. trust me, you do not want your Hot Dude to smell like black powder. it's b a d.

if your story is set after the late 1880s, guns are using some variety of modern 'smokeless' powder - which speaking broadly doesn't really have a ton of scent when used. it does have some, but it's sort of non-descript: the best way i can describe it is the sweet, ozone, hot-plate smell of popping your car hood with a warm engine.

people who use guns a lot don't smell like fired guns all the time anyway, so while those scents might work in a fight scene, they're not realistic all the time. but there are some things that your Sexy Shootist will smell like basically 24/7 and that's metal and gun oil. metal you can go and sniff (i recommend non-stainless steel), but if you want a reference, most gun oils have a sharp, organic smell that's not dissimilar to canola oil but muskier and with a tang overtop. it's not unlikely leather is in the mix as well due to routine handling of leather equipment and gear. modern gear also tends to have a certain smell although it varies by production country and storage conditions - lots of opportunities there.

in conclusion: gunslingers and hired killers and military folks can be sexy and smell great on page, but i am begging you not to say "cordite" when you mean "gunpowder" ever again. we can do this. we are writers and therefore pedants. i believe in us!

[yuujispinkhair]

NERD!SUKUNA HEADCANONS - Part 1

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). College AU. 2k words 18+, fluff + smut (Sukuna has some dirty fantasies about Reader. The actual smut will be in Part 2). "Enemies" to friends to fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is shy and struggles with her grades. Sukuna is a genius but bad at feelings ;) Minors don't interact. Divider @/.lacedolliee. Credit for the super sexy fanart of Nerdkuna goes to my sweet friend @winterrbluess. The pic was used with Winn's permission 🖤 You asked if someone could write a little something about your fave sexy nerd, and I couldn't resist ;) I hope you'll enjoy it!

Nerd!Sukuna, who looks like a bad boy but is actually at the top of all his classes and a huge nerd when it comes to his studies and his various interests. Very intelligent, passionate, and hardworking. Sukuna always wants to be the best in everything he does.

Nerd!Sukuna, who could be one of the most popular guys on the whole campus if he wanted to, with his good looks and impressive height and fit body. But he keeps everyone at arm's length, not giving a fuck about popularity and not wanting to get distracted from his academic success.

Nerd!Sukuna, who once beat up a football player who tried to make fun of Sukuna's passion for all things history-related, and ever since that day, no one dared to bother Sukuna again.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is arrogant and condescending and thinks (rightfully so) that no one is fit to hold a candle to him. He is constantly looking down on everyone around him and would rather spend his free time perfecting his skills and studies than doing something useless.

Nerd!Sukuna, who hates group projects and prefers to work alone because everyone else is just holding him up, and Sukuna has to control all of their steps to fix their mistakes.

Nerd!Sukuna, who rolls his eyes in annoyance when he gets paired up with you for an assignment. A shy little thing whose name he never heard before, which means you are definitely not playing in the same academic league as him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who towers over you with his backpack slung casually over his broad shoulders and his tattooed face cold and hard when he informs you that he expects you to work hard and not fuck up his grades, or he will make your life hell.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is fully convinced this will be a disaster when he sees you wring your hands nervously and promise him you will work your ass off for this assignment because you really need a good grade so you can pass.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is a control freak who plans everything ahead and, therefore, doesn't let you have a word on how often you meet or when or where. He doesn't like having people over at his place, but he invites you over anyway because his kitchen table is his favorite place to study.

Nerd!Sukuna, who fixes you with a stern look through his nerdy glasses as he shoves a huge stack of books across the table, informing you he expects you to read all the needed information, which he already marked for you with various color-coded sticky notes. "Because you probably don't even know what we need for this assignment."

Nerd!Sukuna, who is surprised by how thoroughly you work and by the questions you ask him, which let him know you aren't as dumb as he thought.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes how you hang on his lips when he explains stuff to you, clearly impressed by his detailed knowledge. And maybe, just maybe, he intentionally lowers his voice a bit more, just to see you get all nervous when he is talking in such a husky way, almost as if he isn't explaining political intrigues in the Heian era to you but rather telling you what he wants to do to you in his bed.

Nerd!Sukuna, who finds devilish joy in seeing how flustered you get around him and how clearly intimidated you are by his tall and broad body and his tattoos and arrogant attitude.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has to admit (only to himself) that getting paired up with you isn't too bad because at least you give your best, and you are actually kind of cute. The kind of sweet, shy girl who usually doesn't cross paths with him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself watching you during study time in his kitchen or in the library. He tells himself he is just checking if you really do your work, but his gaze mostly lingers on your glossy lips, which wrap around your pen while you focus on something or on your nose, which looks super cute when you scrunch it up in confusion.

Nerd!Sukuna, who isn't one to brag because he thinks that is something for losers, but he can't help but mention casually some of the academic awards he already won just because he is getting addicted to the buzzing in his veins when he sees the way you gulp hard and get all shy and cute on him, muttering something about how you struggle to even stay in college.

Nerd!Sukuna, who usually loves to be a little sadist and make fun of people who have bad grades, but somehow, he can't bring himself to do that when it comes to you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who instead surprises himself by reaching out and ruffling your hair, telling you that he will help you with your studies.

Nerd!Sukuna, who forms a strange little companionship with you, almost looking forward to your meetings and even preparing an extra plate of snacks for you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who usually isn't someone people would refer to as nice, but who drops his arrogant and mocking attitude at least a little when he is in his kitchen with you and instead jokes around with you and feels his heart throb weirdly when you get his humor, and laugh about his even most sarcastic remarks.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes it when you come out of your shell more and more, joining in on his playful teasing or telling him about your favorite books and shows.

Nerd!Sukuna, who accidentally overhears you telling your classmate that you don't have time to go to the coffeeshop with her because you are already meeting your friend Sukuna after class, which leaves Sukuna standing in the middle of the hallway for a whole thirty seconds, with his mouth hanging open, completely stunned and looking like a brainless idiot as his mind tries to wrap around the fact that you see him as your friend when Sukuna never had a friend before.

Nerd!Sukuna, who makes sure to bake your favorite muffins and prepare your favorite type of tea before you come over that afternoon, wordlessly showing you that he values your companionship, or friendship, as you called it, too.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels a small smile tug at his usually smirking lips when he sees your big happy smile and hears your sweet "For me? Oh, thank you!" when you see the plate with muffins on your place at his kitchen table. And yes, he refers to it as your place, and the thought makes him feel strangely warm.

Nerd!Sukuna, who playfully teases you for your Hello Kitty pens and glittery pink notebooks, asking if you are in some "Little Princess Kindergarten Club" or something. Only for you to march up to him the next morning before class to press a Hello Kitty text marker set against his chest so he can join the club, too, causing Sukuna to sit in class with a stupid grin on his face for a whole hour.

Nerd!Sukuna, who likes how easy things feel with you. How he can put all his hard work into your assignment and also see you working hard on it, but also have this light-hearted, playful banter with you, making him realize how boring and dry his afternoons used to be before you became his assignment partner.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has to admit that you definitely aren't as bad of an assignment partner as he thought you would be. He even allows you to fill out a whole page all by yourself, which is the biggest compliment he can give you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself playfully flirting with you, smirking smugly when he catches you staring at him when he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "See something you like, princess? Aww, no need to be embarrassed. I know those glasses look sexy on me."

Nerd!Sukuna, who loves to tease you like that and who ducks just in time when you scream in embarrassment and throw a pen at him while looking so fucking cute that Sukuna just teases you even more.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is quite happy with how your assignment is going. Usually, he would do the whole presentation by himself because he trusts no one else to deliver it the way he wants to, but Sukuna knows how shy you are about talking in front of the class, and Sukuna wants to teach you how to lose that fear.

Nerd!Sukuna, who just smirks at you when you complain loudly, "I can't do that! I am so bad at presenting things. I get all nervous and flustered, and then I mess up. Please do it yourself, Sukuna! You are so much better at this!"

Nerd!Sukuna, who tells you, "If you always run away from everything that scares you, you will never make it in life. So, nope. You will do your part. But aren't you such a lucky girl that you have me as your teacher?"

Nerd!Sukuna, who makes you stand in front of his fridge and practice your presentation over and over again while Sukuna sits on the kitchen chair, long muscular legs spread, tattooed arms crossed in front of his broad chest, occasionally pushing his glasses up as he watches you with an amused expression on his tattooed face, providing a brutal but honest opinion and actually helpful advice.

Nerd!Sukuna, who isn't just an overly critical and perfectionist asshole, but also someone who gives praise when he thinks it is deserved. And you, his cute little assignment partner, really deserve it. Sukuna walks over to you, stopping in front of you with a broad grin, "You did really well, princess. I'm proud of you."

Nerd!Sukuna, who wonders why your pupils look so blown out all of a sudden when you tilt your head to look up at him, stuttering in a slightly breathless voice, "Th... thank you. You were a really good teacher."

Nerd!Sukuna, who laughs and pets your hair as he smirks at you, saying something about how he could teach you lots of other things, too. Not sure anymore whether he is still just teasing you or if he really means it in a sexual way.

Nerd!Sukuna, who realizes he has a little big problem when he starts noticing the way your tits get pushed up and almost spill out of your shirt when you press a stack of books against them. Or when he loses his thread because you decided to wear a sexy little skirt, and now Sukuna can't stop thinking about how cute it would look if you were bouncing on his cock while still wearing that little skirt. Or when you suck on your stupid Hello Kitty pen, and Sukuna can't help but imagine how those sweet glossy lips of yours would feel wrapped around his cock instead.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to suppress those thoughts though, not wanting to mess this assignment up.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels like encountering a world boss in a computer game, when you have a breakdown at his kitchen table, the evening before your presentation, crying and sobbing because you are nervous and convinced you will fuck up. And suddenly, Sukuna finds himself comforting you, gently caressing your arms with his large hands while murmuring reassurance to you. "Hey, stop being a brat. I know you can do it. You learned from the best, after all, didn't you, princess? And you got me. Just look at me the whole time, ok? Nothing bad can happen when you just look at me."

Nerd!Sukuna, who is surprised by how protective he feels over you at that moment. You are sitting in front of him looking like a wet cat, with your eyes all red and swollen from crying and snot running out of your nose, but somehow you still look so fucking cute to him, and somehow you make him so much softer and less rational than he usually is.

Nerd!Sukuna, who sighs and growls, "Oh, just come here." sounding annoyed but contradicting it by pulling you into his strong arms and holding you until you feel ok again. Sukuna still complains that you got his shirt wet with your tears, but his words lack the bite.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is genuinely proud of how much you improved when he watches your part of the presentation the next day. He even catches himself smiling a real smile at you when he congratulates you after class.

Nerd!Sukuna, who experiences a strange fluttery feeling in his stomach when you smile back at him and put your small hand on his tattooed biceps, "Thank you, Sukuna. It was really nice working with you."

Nerd!Sukuna, who manages a "same," but then just stands before you, opening his mouth and closing it again, not knowing what else to say because there are too many thoughts racing through his mind, and all of them seem to be too honest. And you do the same, shuffling around shyly, looking at him with wide eyes, parting your lips, but no words come out. And so both of you just lift a hand in an awkward farewell gesture and leave on opposite sides of the hallway.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to tell himself he is glad that your assignment is over and he can work in solitude again but then ends up staring longingly at the empty chair at his kitchen table, where you used to sit those last few weeks.

Aww Sukuna, do you miss us? ;)

I AM VERY ATTRACTED TO HIM AAAHHHH please, Kuna, tell me more about history and physics and every other subject that there is!!! You are so sexy!! 😘😘

Winn's fanart of Nerdkuna made me swoon so much and fall in love with him, and I always picture him as being at the top of classes anyway, so I think it was really time to finally write about him living his best nerdy life.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the headcanons! I will post Part 2 in a few days 💗 Will Kuna find a way to get us back onto his kitchen chair?

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

Here is Part 2

[oreo-creampies]

“𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤?”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! nerd!virgin!satoru, cock sucking, recording, teasing, corruption kink, experienced!reader, confessions, hints of masturbation, talking dirty

“I'm not that big, I've never really bothered to check and I've never been with-” Satoru’s jaw drops when you take your shirt off. His cheeks flush pink.

Pushing up his glasses Satoru dmiring your stunning breasts and soft nipples. “‘S beautiful.” His voice breathy, soft and sexy.

You kneel in front of Satoru studying his beautiful cock. Sticking out perfectly straight with two puffy veins. And his size! Your pussy is drooling. He could reach so deep, if he was thicker he’s be monstrous.

Kissing his pre-cum leaking cock head, looking up at him. “The fuck ya mean? I dunno if all of you is gonna fit. You’re big, not thick but long.” Dragging your tongue along his a puffy vein. His pretty lips parting with a porngraphic breathy moan. “Don't worry ya aren't skinny either, I wanna use your cock like a toy, it’s so pretty.”

Furrowing his thin white brows, “Use me however you want! Fuuuuck your tongue so soft n wet.” Satoru is sexy with with his fluffy white hair, blushing cheeks, biting his bottom lip.

You wrap both hands around Satoru, his cockhead peaks out above your hand on top. He wonders, “You really wanna show me how to use my long cock? This isn’t a joke?” Kissing Satoru’s pale pink head, taking him in your mouth swirling your tongue around.

You grab his shirt and give it a tug. “Why wouldn’t I?” He leans forwards, slipping his shirts off. His chest is well sculpted with thick pecs and six hard abs. He more built that you thought he’d be.

Satoru looks away, “Cause I'm inexperienced. The only another person I almost with got upset cause that meant I bad at it and she wouldn't be able to cum.” He stops, his pale cheeks flushing red.

You ask, “You can learn, can't ya? Think of this like a hands on way of studying anatomy. Soon enough you'll have me cumming on your tongue, fingers and cock.” Looking up at him you can hear his breath hitch when you grab his cock. Swirling your tongue around his head, sucking in your cheeks, moaning.

Satoru slips his fingers in his fluffy white hair, his moans soft and breathy. “Please,” his trembling voice is a desperate whisper, “I’ll do whatever I have to to learn, to make you cum too…can I touch you?”

You look up at his large round, dark lenses with bright blue eyes peaking over. Satoru is so hot whilst speechless and blushing. “I’m your’s.” Kissing his large balls, burying half your face in his sack with a groan.

He leans his head back your melting in your mouth and hands. “Ohhh shit! You sure you want to! Nnnn!” Your wet hot mouth around his cock and the slow bobbing of your head. Wi5h the swirling of your tongue it’s all overwhelming.

You slide Satoru out with a pop, reassuring , “I wanna be the first cunt you cum in.” Lifting his cock to kiss to balls. Getting wet from knowing that your lips were the first to touch him so intimately. “Such a pretty virgin, so hot how inexperienced and needy you are, so desperate to learn to please. I wanna corrupt you make you a pussy addicted pervert.” Sucking his balls into your mouth, stroking his cock close to your head. The slick wet sounds going between your legs.

You have the hottest guy at your collage sprawled on your couch moaning, blushing and begging.

Satoru can't look at you, glancing off to the side. “What..what about your ass. The way you looked in those jeans. I hadn't touched myself whilst thinking about someone I know until then.” You could picture him jerking off in his dorm when Suguru is gone.

You let his cock go, step back and drop your shorts. Keeping your underwear on and kneeling in front of Satoru. “Were you a needy mess, panting and touching yourself stroking your long cock thinking about fucking my ass.”

You offer, “You can record me to jerk off to later.” Pumping his cock head, thick, milky pre-cum beads on his light pink cockhead.

Licking the pre-cum up as it trickles down the side. “I barely- I tend to-nnn fuck your mouth ‘s good!” Clutching onto your sofa’s cushions, his needy whine of “Don’t stop!” Goes to your cunt.

You slip him out with soft pop to ask, “Do you wanna spend the night, ya know to actually study, we have the same class tomorrow.” Swirling your hand down the length of Satoru’s hard cock.

Dryly chucking, “Ha so now you want to talk about your studies?!” His cheeks flush darker. “Yeah we can grab some of my things then come back for a laaaaa-nnn!” Taking him in your mouth deep throating him.

Satoru swears, “Fuck you, you’re doing that on purpose.” Satoru grabs his phone swiping over to the camera. When he angles his phone at your face, you slide his cock out smiling at the lens.

You slowly swirl your hand whilst stroking his cock. “You’re gonna find out how to wreck a girl’s pussy with your cock. Day one lesson one.” Licking his cock from balls to his head, taking him deep into your mouth.

Satoru looks so beautiful tilting his head back, pale pink lips parting with an erotic moan. You want to trail kisses along his jawline and leave hickeys on his neck.

You croon, “I can’t believe I get to be the first one to ride your long, pretty dick.” You kiss his balls before sucking on half his sack. Swirling your tongue around slowly whilst softly moaning.

Satoru is a rambling mess, “I wanna cum in every hole, wanna see it coat your tongue before you swallow, n’ see it drip out both of your holes whilst they’re gaping.” Watching you with flushed pink cheeks through his camera.

He grabs your hair, holding you face buried in his balls. “Seeing my cock on your face like this, you look like a whore. I wanna smear my pre cum all over your face and fuck your mouth.” He pulls you off his cock, grabbing it and smearing his pre-cum across your lips, smearing it on your cheek.

Satoru groans, “‘S messy. I wanna fuck ya into a messy whore it’s all I can think about when I was stroking my cock.” He swirls and pumps his fist. You picture him in his dorm room stroking his cock underneath his bedsheets.

You taunt Satoru, “Virgin satoru has some fantasies, what else do you wanna do?” He grabs your hair and pulls you in, roughly smashing his lips against your’s.

Teeth clash before Satoru softens, he parts his lips and groans when you slip your tongue in. He’s a quick learner, moving his tongue with your’s.

Satoru lightly bites your bottom lip as he pulls away. “I wanna cum inside you, can I?” His cheeks flush darker, his voice becomes breathy and soft as he begs. “Please princess.”

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[kiwiatoll]

Could you do hot!sunghoonxhot!loser!reader or Jake, kinda like switching the roles btw I loved ur last drabble:3

⁺𝅄 𓊆 ❀ 𓊇 im not going to lie to you, this might be a bit more cringer than I wanted it to be (like cringe but not to much to the point it’s unreadable), but I hope you and whoever else is reading like it!! and tysm for liking the other ones ur so cute!! mwah <333

LET ME LOVE YOU ⋆˚࿔ YOU’RE NOT A FREAK

pair hot!sunghoon x nerd/loser!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags praise kink, overstim, established relationship ✿ scene you say weird stuff when you’re nervous. and unfortunately, you’re always nervous during sex. sunghoon’s used to it by now, he’s had two years to adjust, but that doesn’t mean he’s immune to the wild shit that comes out of your mouth. ────── library ⊹ ࣪

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You’re already on your back when you realize it’s happening again. Your brain is short-circuiting and overcompensating with words, bad words, strange ones, the kind you’d never say if you had even an ounce of normal filter.

Sunghoon is kissing down your chest and you’re fully spiraling.

“I know this isn’t a good time,” you gasp, “but this is sort of giving, like, spiritual transcendence? Like religious ecstasy? Like Renaissance awe?”

He pauses.

Lifts his head.

And blinks up at you.

Your face is on fire.

“I didn’t mean that like a kink thing,” you say quickly. “Not like a nun thing. I just meant you’re really good at foreplay.”

He huffs out a laugh.

You throw your hands over your eyes. “I should be studied.”

Sunghoon’s smile tugs wide, amused in that quiet, understated way he always is. “You say that every time we fuck.”

“Because every time I get weirder!”

“You’re consistent. I like that about you.”

You peek between your fingers, pout forming. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really not.”

And then he’s shifting down again, nosing along your inner thigh, his breath soft and warm where your underwear is already soaked through.

“You always talk like that when you’re nervous,” he says gently. “Like you can’t stop your brain from making everything into a weird metaphor.”

“I’m not even hot,” you mumble.

He blinks. “That’s not true.”

You shake your head. “It is.”

Sunghoon leans in and kisses the inside of your knee. “You’re not hot the way other people are. You’re hot the way you are. And I like that better.”

You melt. Completely.

“I’m—im kind of puffy too,” you say, voice shaking. “I think that’s why I always feel like I don’t know what to do. I’m not, like, porn-looking.”

Sunghoon hums. “You’re cute.”

“I’m not fine or sexy or anything—”

“I don’t want sexy.” His hands tug your panties off. “I want you.”

Your breath catches.

He kisses the top of your thigh again. “And yeah. You’re puffy. Soft. Warm. So sensitive I can barely touch her without you twitching.”

You go utterly still.

Then: “It’s honestly not fair how sweet you are to me.”

“You make it easy.”

You’re about to say something else, something dumb, probably, like “that’s a crit hit to my heart stat,” but then his tongue touches you and your whole body jerks.

“Sorry,” you whisper immediately. “Sorry, I just—nobody’s ever done it like that before—”

“Good.” He kisses you. “I want you to remember it’s me. Always me.”

You nod, breathless. “You should get an award or something. Like a Nobel Peace Prize but for making girls cry in a good way.”

He groans softly. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“You adore me.”

“I do.” His voice is almost reverent. “And this cute, shy little cunt? She loves me too.”

You squeal. “Don’t say that!”

“Why not?”

“It’s— it’s embarrassing!”

Sunghoon’s laugh is muffled as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your fingers curl in the sheets, your thighs tremble, and your brain refuses to stop trying to narrate the experience like it’s a podcast.

“I feel like I’m being emotionally unraveled,” you whimper. “Like a poorly woven scarf—”

Sunghoon pauses. Just long enough to lift his head and look at you.

“…A scarf?”

“A loose one!”

“You’re incredible.”

He says it with a look like he’s watching the sunrise. Like every unfiltered, loser-coded, clunky thing you say is the most endearing miracle on earth.

You cover your face again.

And he goes right back to it, tongue slow and thorough, fingers steady, kissing and sucking and working you open with such frustratingly gentle affection that by the time you’re shaking and moaning and gasping out a high, warbly, “Sunghoon, I think I see God—” you really mean it.

He lets you come once, then twice.

And when he finally pushes inside, you’re already trying not to cry.

“You okay?” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

You nod furiously. “I’m—I’m just not used to being wanted like this. I’m not used to being seen.”

Sunghoon stills for a moment.

Then he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

“You’re not invisible,” he murmurs. “Not with me. Never with me.”

You sob. He rocks into you gently, slow and warm and steady, like he’s trying to make a home out of the feeling.

And even when you say stuff like “You’re fucking my soul out through a celestial portal,” he just keeps kissing your temple, smiling against your skin, and whispering:

“Good. Let it all out.”

🪷 ─── @gyarumindd (join the taglist guys..)

[kamospeach]

plot: jjk men as sexy biker boys

content warning: freaky deaky choso per usual, standing, exhibitionism, size difference, big ole meanie sukuna, backshots, degradation, praise, famous cocky gojo, second hand embarrassment warning (i cringed), milking, handjob, old soul nanami, praise, missionary, cunnilingus, jealous toji, angry sex, spooning, choking, super slutty geto, gagging, orgasm denial, cum eating

peachy's yap: do y'all like these type of post for my lil ideas that i could see them all in? i was thinking about doing them all as nerds :P

NSFW BELOW

CHOSO .ᐟ

he's defffff the one whose shy and doesn't show his face if you're not with him. he doesn't even like to stop when he's on his bike. girls flocking over asking what kind of bike it is. he would just smile at them and pray they would leave him alone.

but if you were with him???? oh yeah he'd be a fucking show off doing shit he'd never do alone. stopping everywhere so you could get a better look at him in his slutty black compression shirt. going too fast to scare you then console you in a big bad wolf boyfriend typa way.

or when you both go out on a late night ride and he pulls into an eerily empty parking garage. you get scared and ask him 'are you here to kill me'. to which he responds 'if i wanted to kill you i would have done that a long time ago.' but it was worse than death worse than what you could have imagined.

he would fuck you on his bike in PUBLIC. titties hanging out of your shirt bouncing with every rough thrust he gave you. it was embarrassing being fucked out in public where anyone could see. did i mention you're in a parking garage of a mall. there was surely cameras but choso didn't care he just needed to feel you.

your hard nipples pressed against his back the whole ride. he was taking it out on your poor pussy. you knew he loved your titties, you knew he was an tits man and you still came out with no bra. your hands pushed at his midriff that was now showing since the bottom hem of his shirt was inbetween his teeth.

his large veiny hands gripping your waist forgetting about the bike. he picked you up and began to fuck you while he stood. your wet pussy staining his pants but of course he didn't care. and after you came all over his dick you got on your knees like the good slut you were. sucking him off the rest of the way until he painted your face white with his warm milky cum.

SUKUNA .ᐟ

now sukuna? he was the reckless one swerving in and out of cars. he's got into so many accidents your not even sure how he's still alive. it got to the point that you started hiding his keys around the house so he would settle for taking his car. but today he wanted to ride his bike and he was turning the house upside DOWN about them keys.

your closet looked like a tornado went through it, everything was off the hangers and shoes were thrown out. if you didn't know any better you'd think a nic fein was looking for their vape. you were fed up with his obsession to the bike that you confronted him. yelling out his name and stomping down the stairs.

you demanded he tell you why this bike why such a big deal. he rolled his eyes ignoring you as he searched through the kitchen drawers for the keys. you got in his face yelling at him about how dangerous he was. telling him if he maybe didn't hurt himself everytime he rode the bike you wouldn't care.

when sukuna finally did answer it was with a scoff telling you to just give him the keys. then you broke sukuna's only rule for you, which was surprising since he was a stickler for rules. you cussed at him, which you both promised you would never do to each other. you just got angry and yelled 'don't worry about those fucking keys and answer my damn question'.

you were even silent after your outburst it only made sukuna chuckle darkly. he gave you the only punishment he knew would straighten you up. backshots. not just any backshots, merciless, relentless, never ending, sheet gripping backshots. calling you every name in the degradation book as he gripped your wrist behind your back.

fucking his big dick into your needy cunt your pussy squelching as he called you his bitch, slut, whore, and even his fuck toy. he was pissed that you broke his one and only rule. but after you finished and he bred your sweet pussy he held you praising about how well you did. rubbing your sore muscles, the massage almost as orgasmic as the sex you had before. key word: almost.

TOJI .ᐟ

NOW THIS PIECE OF SHIT would say you can't backpack with him. hell no, no way. say he gets hot or your arms around his waist made him feel like a pussy. so he gave you two options either learn how to ride or miss out.

toji FULLY expected you to miss out since you were even too scared to drive your car. but you proved him wrong by telling him you wanted to learn. and he taught you plus your big brother added in some extra lessons teaching you how to be better than toji, specifically. after learning for a year you finally got your license a week before your birthday.

so what did toji do? he bought you a bike, a black one identical to his only different was that yours had subtle girlie decorations. and since you had your own bike you both went out, a lot. but it did not go how toji planned AT ALL.

the men were flocking towards you telling you how attractive it was to see a biker girl. coming over and asking for your number, instagram, snapchat anything they could scrape up. your answer was the same 'nah i have a boyfriend, oh here he comes!'

but as days, weeks, and months went by toji was getting fed up with the men flirting with you. toji didn't want to take it out them he had to seem like a level headed boyfriend. infront of the guys of course, sitting behind you all nonchalant.

but when you got home? he took that anger out on your poor poor pussy. you were laying down expecting to go to sleep until toji got behind you his heavy cock pressed against your ass. whispering in your ear how angry it made him when all the guys lusted over you.

telling you it wasn't your fault and that you were such a good girl for him. you thought to yourself if that was the case why was he fucking you like this. one of your legs lifted and his thick cock stretching you out.

his hips snapped into yours quickly his hands wrapped your throat. he loved the way your moans were broken up by hiccups. the way tears poured out of your eyes from pleasure. he apologized for being a possessive boyfriend all while he fucked you silly.

GETO .ᐟ

he's slutty... but he's not like gojo being cocky and attention seeking. no he's a fucking show off becaus he wants to turn you on. coming out in the TIGHTEST compression shirt he could find. tattoos on full display even the one of your name on his neck.

you'd pout saying you wanted to wear sluttly clothes like him. but he'd be damned if he let you get hurt or scrapped up. so now he had you covered head to toe trying to secure your helmet. you closed his visor messing with him liking when he was mad.

he grabbed your neck squeezing lighting pulling you closer to him. telling you to chill out in his deep sexy voice that turned you on. you both rode around but you were getting bored ready to go home and FUCK. yeah... you could admit you were ready to turn around and go home to get fucked.

playing with him some more you squeezed his man boobies. you did it often so he wasn't surprised but did he like it? no. actually you usually got the same sexy angry tone you got earlier. but this time geto was quiet, not saying anything. he didn't even attempt to move your hands from his pecs.

and silly you, you thought you were off the hook. rubbing his thighs even grazing your acrylic nails over his print. you felt him get hard under your hands. yet again he said nothing nor moving your hands.

off the hook? yeah fucking right, this nigga would have you ass up face down looking into the mirror next to your bed. forcing you to watch yourself get fucked like a toy. you would be screaming loud if you weren't gagged by your panties that geto shoved into your mouth.

and don't even THINK about pushing him or trying to run. your hands were behind your back both of your hands being held by just one of geto's. he had came 2 times and was still making you hold yours.

he didnt want to deny you of an orgasm but you wouldn't apologize. that was all he wanted and he kept telling you that but you didn't care. you weren't sorry, this is what you wanted... well to an extent.

he kept fucking you as tears poured out of your eyes. he kept repeating the same thing 'just apologize and you can cum baby'. he was overstimulated and was ready to stop. but as much as you wanted to cum you wanted geto to tap out first.

unfortunately that wasn't the case, your needy pussy was fluttering around his cock. you were about to cum and you really couldn't hold it this time. so you apologized and as soon as you did he tells you to cum.

your body twitch ass you squirted and soaked the bed. geto pulled out of you telling you to turn around and he came in your mouth as you swallowed all his cum. from that day forward you never purposely aggravated geto AGAIN.

NANAMI .ᐟ

okay here's the gag... he has a harley. yes, a harley. although you both were only in your 20s you had old souls. nanami is def the type to take you to hot august nights an old school car show. you two had been together for years and he'd always had the harley. it was his baby after you of course. okay but hear me out?

you'd get on his harley and take the 20 minute ride to downtown. you'd both sit on his bike watching the cars ride by. eating food and sipping on a lil drank only you though because nanami had to get you both back.

you'd both crack jokes, people watch, and even judge someone else's harley here and there. you were just a old head ass couple doing old head couple shit. until you got a little too tipsy and were ready to go home. he was getting a bit tired too so he agreed to take you home.

and when he did you were on his ass like white on rice practically begging him to please you. although he was tired and was ready for bed he couldn't resist giving you what you wanted. so he ate your dripping wet pussy running his tongue up and down your folds.

he even fingered your pussy while he ate you helping your orgasm come upon you faster. but while doing all this he found himself getting hard. his hips ground against the bed as he indulged in the sweet taste of your cunt.

after he made you cum for the first time he gave in and ended up just fucking you. stuffing you full of him giving you long and slow thrust that surprisingly was enough for you. you both made love that night and you couldn't have asked for anything better.

GOJO .ᐟ

i have no doubt he's the cockiest mf who has a bike. he'd post at least 3 biker thirst traps A DAY to his mainly female fanbase. women fangirling over him in the comments even 50 year old ladies saying if only they were 20 years younger. how'd you get the unlucky pull to be that cocky man's friend with benefits.

backpacking him when he's not making content for his thirsty little fangirls. arms wrapped around his waist as the two of you swerve through traffic. except this time he asked if he could make content with you saying he was getting too much attention.

you called bullshit knowing that gojo was an absolute FEIN for attention. he buttered you up by saying, 'i don't want the attention if it's not from you.’ which you also called bullshit on but he swore up and down it was the truth.

so that's what you were doing today creating content. yes. thirst trap content. your hands splayed over his sickeningly toned abs while he flexed in the camera. you were feeling awkward not really enjoying the performative actions. so you told him that it didn't feel real and explained how you felt.

he offered to cut off the camera and you told him no. it wasn't like you were uncomfortable or anything you liked the idea, it just wasn't authentic. but gojo said he'd cut it off or so you thought. so just like regular the two of you rode around no destination in mind, just having fun.

as the two of you stopped at a light you wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a hug. your hands rub up and down his biceps he smiles under his helmet. he was so happy he had that shit on or the camera would have see the blush he had right now.

he already wanted to be more than friends with you. you guys were always touchy but he never got used to it. you let go of him as the light turned green and at another stop light is when he asked to be more than friends. your jaw was dropped and you were in immense shock.

you didn't say much as gojo took you back to his house. he pulled into the garage cutting the bike off and closing the garage. you both took off your helmets and he looked back at you. he had to double check that you heard him, and you cut him off by kissing him.

somehow someway sometime when you were caught up in his hypnotizing blue eyes. his cock found it's way into your hand and you were milking him dry. his head thrown back on your shoulder as you slowed and fastened your pace. his thighs trembled and his hips bucked into your hand chasing his climax.

when he finally came all on your hand you licked it clean as gojo watched you intently. after everything was all said and done and you went back inside. he ran back to footage realizing he forgot to cut off the camera when you gave him the handjob. he showed you the video and that was how you both ended up deciding to do no face adult videos. (idk that took a turn for me too ngl LMFAO)

[blue-armadillo]

your nerd!boyfriend gets horny when you're reading ♡ (18+ mdni)

you're perched up on your bed, reading a novel.

but your nerd!boyfriend is getting way too needy. the poor guy.

is it even his fault, though?

your elbows are unintentionally squishing your tits together. and every time you flip a page, your tits bounce ever so slightly, your nipples peeking through the thin tank top you're wearing.

your thighs are folded up towards your chest, and he can swear he sees a bit of your panties through your loose shorts every time you change your reading position.

and gosh. you're reading. that's the hottest thing he's ever seen you do.

the way your eyes scan each page. the subtle shift in your expression every once in a while.

he's leaking. literally. his cock is so hard that it's almost humiliating how horny he's getting just from watching you read. he can feel the pre-cum drenching his underwear.

you're still reading, oblivious to his predicamental situation, when all of a sudden, you hear a whimper.

your eyes shoot to him. and then you see it.

the giant wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. the silhouette of his fat, hard cock glaring at you through the grey fabric.

the tips of his ears turn a bright pink, colour rapidly spreading to the rest of his face.

'"uh- i- i'm just- i didn't mean to-" he stutters in a fit of embarrassment.

"do you enjoy watching me read?" you question him with a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

his eyes frantically search the room for a way out of this direct interrogation.

"i- no, n-no, it's not that, i-"

your book falls onto the bed with a soft thud as you lean forward to grab a hold of his twitching dick.

he whimpers.

you flash him an evil smile as you tighten your grip on his shaft, squeezing it in your palm.

the whole of his body shudders and a needy moan escapes his flushed lips, his eyelids shut tightly against each other. more pre-cum oozes out of his tip, imprinting itself onto the fabric of his pants.

"are you sure about that, baby?"

he gives in to your torture.

"i- y-yes, i'm sorry, y- you-re just so sexy when you read. so smart. i c-can't help it. it makes me so h-horny."

and the way he looks at you with such innocence. such helplessness.

gosh, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

"what else? go on."

you begin stroking his shaft through his sweatpants, squeezing it in your palm tighter by the second.

"ahn! f-fuuuuuck, i- i just couldn't stop thinking about y-you riding my c-cock and letting me cum in your p-pussy-"

your pace grows more rapid, your own wetness becoming evident to you.

"yeah? you wanna cum in mommy's pussy? wanna see my tits bounce while i fuck this beautiful cock?"

"y-yes. very, i-"

clearly, your dirty talking is enough to make him finish. his cum spurts out of his clothed cock, making the whole of his sweatpants milky and wet. his body convulses sporadically as he lets out a series of high-pitched moans.

you tut dramatically.

"tsk, tsk, tsk... look how much you came. is that how badly you wanna be inside me?"

he nods rapidly, his chest heaving and his heart pounding relentlessly.

"aww... well, here's the issue. you interrupted me right when things were getting interesting in my book." you do a fake pout. "and, well, i need to know what happens next." you whisper hotly into his ear.

"but i don't want to leave you like this. you're just so cute."

you pin your index finger into his still heaving chest, using the minimum force to push him flat onto the bed. and then you slide his pants down just enough for the whole of his lengthy cock to spring free. some of the dripping cum splashes onto your fingers.

"so, here's what's gonna happen." you say as you slip off your own shorts and situate yourself on top of his waist, hovering barely a few centimetres away from his erect dick.

he trembles beneath you, the closeness of literal paradise - your pussy - sending him off the edge.

"you're gonna read to me. loud and clear."

you hand him the book.

"meanwhile, i'll ride your cock. have i made myself clear?"

his timid hand grabs a hold of the novel while he lies there dazed, completely drunk in anticipation.

"page 269." you enunciate slowly.

and then you slide down onto his quivering dick.

a loud gasp escapes his lips. his breathing quickens and he shuts his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself from cumming so soon.

you're sitting smack on his fat cock now, your hands resting on his abs. your pussy juices slowly dribble down his thighs and you roll your head back at the full feeling.

"page 269. read. or i'm not fucking you."

"y-yes mommy, i- i will read."

he shuffles - more like struggles - to find the right page.

he begins reading. slowly.

and just as slowly, you raise yourself on his cock, until just the tip is teasing your clit. then you sit back down on him with a gentle 'smack'.

his eyes shut tight and his words become frenzied until they sound like mere gibberish to you.

you force him out of his breathy stupor by roughly grabbing his balls. you give them a squeeze.

"read. properly. i need to be able to understand it. read loud and clear for me."

he nods in submission and resumes.

he's still having a hard time but at least he's trying. and are you actually paying attention to what he's reading? maybe. maybe not.

you're just getting off on the way his voice keeps shuddering and trembling. his sudden gasps. his incoherent bumbles. his soft moans. the high-pitched noises.

and his cock. his perfect cock that stretched you out oh so well. his tip kisses your cervix, turning your stomach into a knot.

as you grind on him, you lift your thin tank top to reveal your plump breasts bouncing in tandem with your hips. you scrunch up the top there, leaving your tits on full display for him.

his eyes look away from the book - that he was trying to mumble as a prayer - and his whole body tremors. his words turn into voiceless gasps.

you smirk and play with your breasts, squishing them and pressing them together. and then you have the audacity to increase your pace on his cock.

you're now full-on bouncing on him, your tits jumping in the air vigorously before him.

'i am not letting you cum if you don't read for me."

"y-yes! i'm sorry- i- i'm reading, i'm reading. just p-please let me cum. please-"

"good boy. you like what you see? you like it when i squish my boobs like this?"

he nods vigorously, trying to focus on the stupid words of the book at the same time. but lord oh lord, he is miserably failing.

you can feel his cock twitching inside you. he's close. and so are you.

"and you like it when mommy bounces on your cock like this?" you go even faster now. the sounds of skin slapping skin - a rhythmic 'smack, smack, smack' - reverberating through the room along with your boyfriend's incoherent, strangled words.

"y-yes, i love it. i love it when you ride me- ohh fuuuuccckk, please let me cum!"

"not if you stop reading." you gasp frantically.

he's gonna cry. and he almost does. tears prick at the corners of his eyes because you're being so mean to him. making him read that stupid book when you're bouncing on his dick like the goddess that you are.

but he wants to cum so bad. and so he somehow finds it in himself to keep uttering the words he's barely able to comprehend anymore.

you ride him even faster now. your eyes are rolling back into your sockets, your grip on his chest harsher. the bed creaks below the weight of your combined bodies, and you come.

you moan loud and deep. "fuck! cum in me right now. cum in my pussy! oh, fuck!"

and oh he does. thick ropes of cum shoot into your warm cunt, kissing your clenched walls. his whole body quakes and he lets out a series of anguished moans, his fingers digging into your thighs.

some of the white goo oozes out of your hole, onto the base of his cock. and he lies there, spent and grateful.

you raise yourself off of him ever so slightly.

and when you bend forward, pressing your tits into his face, blood rushes to his crotch. again.

you smirk at him devilishly.

"oh, we're not done yet. want you to fill me up even more."

this time, you sit on him reverse cowgirl style so that he can see exactly what's happening. the way your bodies connect. how your hungry pussy engulfs the whole of his length.

before beginning your sweet torture, you look back at him, smilingly.

"oh, and- continue reading where you left off, yeah?"

he is a dead man.

[aurorawritestoescape]

CHOKE ME

Clark Kent x f!reader || 1k

Summary: you ask Clark to choke you. He does. Kind of.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp, Clark’s pov, established relationship, size kink, praise kink, super safe choking bc it’s Clark, unprotected piv, squirting, cum inflation, creampies. No movie spoilers.

A/n: I need him, y’all. Fell hard and fast for this huge, kind, hot af nerd. Was literally screaming into the pillow while writing this story lol I hope you’ll enjoy reading it<3 dividers by @/saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST

“Pleaseeeeeee,” your needy whine rings loud in the bedroom, filled with golden morning sunlight. Clark shakes his head with a smile, standing at the foot of the bed, while you’re lying there naked, wrapped in the messy sheets. He’s fighting with his tie, too distracted by you to make the right knot— you’re so soft and sexy, lips puffy from his kisses, hair disheveled, thighs sticky with his cum. He’s been making you scream all night, thanks to his super stamina, so your voice is a little raspy as you beg him,

“Clark, please.”

You sit up, your lips in a pout, and his eyes dart to your gorgeous breasts. Golly, he wants to fuck you again…

“Baby, you know I’ll do anything for you but … you really want me to choke you?“

You nod eagerly, staring up at him with your pleading eyes.

“What if.. what if I hurt you.” Clark’s face falls, panic grips his heart merely at the thought.

You stand on your knees and move to him, letting the sheets cascade down your body and reveal all of your beauty. How can he say ’no’ to you now? Or ever? And how in hell do you look so cute while asking a 6’4 foot man with infinite power to choke you?

“You won’t hurt me,” you purr, sitting on your heels. “You know my body better than I do.”

Your voice is the sweetest honey— it drips off your soft lips and gets into every crevice of his soul, charms him, makes him shiver with lust.

“Gonna be late for work…” Clark grasps at the last excuse, but he’s already gone— his eyes are dark and hungry, his giant bulge is impossible to hide and needs to be dealt with. Why not kill two birds with one stone— give you what you want and quench his overwhelming thirst?

Clark throws the tie away, raises his big hand and wraps it around your neck, just under your jaw. Your heartbeat increases, your pupils dilate and your lips part as you breathe out, “Oh, yes.” Your eyes are full of fiery triumph, the little minx knows she’s won again, but Clark doesn’t mind losing, at least to you.

With his palm resting over your throat, he gently pushes you down on the bed and climbs over your naked body. He’s probably crinkling his pants, but to hell with them — his baby needs him.

“Would you like a cock with your choking, miss?” he smirks and you whimper a croaky ’yes, sir’, staring up at him with your blown out eyes.

“Jesus,” Clark mumbles under his breath, impatiently unbuckling his pants with his free hand. He pulls his cock out, already hard and oozing precum, and wipes the wetness off against your folds. Your moan is interrupted with his kiss — soft and sweet, so contrasting to what you want him to do.

While his tongue is sliding over your lower lip, his fingers gently massage your delicate neck. He parts from you and watches your beautiful face, slowly pushing his giant cock into your wet little hole. Someone would say that taking this monstrosity is a rough sex as is, but nothing is enough for you, his little overachiever.

He begins feeding you his cock inch by inch, and you both whine when his fat crown kisses your cervix. He’s not fully inside, he can’t be — his member is so long, you usually jerk the leftover shaft with your hands, but right now he needs them elsewhere.

Clark rolls the shirt sleeve up and places your palms on his hairy forearm.

“Scratch if you want me to stop, baby.”

He’d never hurt you, you’re right, and he won’t take that risk, even if it’s minuscule. Even if you asked so nicely. So avoiding the major arteries and veins on the side of your neck, the Larynx, Hyoid bone, and Thyroid Cartilage in your throat, he moves his long fingers and thumb back and finds your neck muscles. Your eyes light up when he applies a slight pressure there, giving you a sense of total submission without putting your life in danger — a giant hand around a throat will make anyone believe that they’re choking. Your breaths become shorter, more intense as you’re gripping his thick hairy forearm.

God knows he’s using 0.000000000001% of his strength, holding your throat rather than choking it, but you offered your neck, your life to him, and the thrill makes his cock throb harder in your cunt, his heart expanding with gratitude and love.

Clark pulls out just a little and thrusts in again, making your eyes roll back and your lips part with a loud moan. His cock is in heaven, your tits are jiggling, while he’s pumping in and out of your tight pussy. He grits his teeth, trying not to come before you and fucks you harder, your mewls and his groans filling the room.

“C’mon, baby, come on it,” he gruffs and applies pressure up to your jaw just slightly. Your core begins tightening around his thumping member, he tilts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts and… Here it is, he feels it coming — you squeeze your eyes shut and squirt all over his cock and thighs, wetting the sheets and his pants.

While endorphins are flooding your blood, ecstasy spreading fast all over your body, Clark lets go of your neck and kisses you. You’re sobbing against his lips, shaking under him, tears of pleasure sparkling in your eyes, and he explodes inside your pulsating core, his fresh load mixing with last night’s and visibly inflating your belly.

After a hard orgasm, you wrap your arms around his neck, breathing heavily, and he rests his head on your chest, holding his weight on the elbows, but covering you whole with his broad body, giving you comfort and seeking it, too.

Not pulling out he kisses the slightly irritated skin on your neck, and you giggle pushing his face away.

“Stop it,” you grumble with a fake annoyance, then hold his clean shaven cheeks in your hands and whisper, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my little freak,” he smirks, pinning you down, and starts peepering kisses all over your neck.

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[desperate-gay]

Love, Lust, and Face Wash

Alessia Russo x fem!reader

summary: a quiet night in, a reality show, and a very dramatic girlfriend. what could possibly go wrong?

a/n: i forced myself to write and i actually finished something! i hope you guys enjoy this!

“Babe, do we really have to watch this?” Alessia groans, flopping dramatically next to you with her arms sprawled across the bed and your lap.

You don’t even flinch as the mattress jolts beneath you from the dopey girl’s sudden weight. Instead, you calmly hold your bowl of kettle popcorn in the air to keep it from spilling, popping a kernel into your mouth like nothing happened.

“We have to watch your American Idol, so we’re watching my Love Island. Relationships are about sacrifice, my love.” You pat her cheek playfully a few times as she turns her head to look at you, scowling just slightly.

“I’m dating my bully.” The striker huffs dramatically, lifting her head before dropping it back down to cause another ripple in the bed.

“Yup. I expect your lunch money by tomorrow, nerd.” You say absentmindedly as the intro to your show echoes through the bedroom, signaling that a new episode is finally released.

“First of all, you’re the nerd between the two of us. Second of all, you don’t even need my lunch money because I always pay for you anyway.” Alessia scolds sassily, her elbows now resting against the soft surface of your comforter in order to direct her gaze at you.

Within only a few minutes of you watching the show, Alessia is dreading that all of your attention is on some trashy reality tv show that is mostly about making out and sex—something she wishes you two would be doing instead of the tv blaring.

And suddenly she has an idea. Sex. Who would say no to sex on a sunny, perfect weather day?

Her hand innocently rests on your leg before very slowly inching upward, so slow that you haven’t seem to notice the ulterior motives behind the touch. Glancing up, Alessia watches as you continue to stare right into the television while continually plucking popcorn into your mouth with no care in the world.

Finally, Alessia gets tired of your attention being completely off of her, so she trails her hand faster up your inner thigh which finally earns her a small glance from you.

“Less, what are you doing?” You ask suspiciously, most likely already knowing the answer as your girlfriend playfully walks her two fingers up your shorts to the hem of them.

“I just thought you and I could have a little… I don’t know, fun?” Alessia grins, menacingly, as she snaps the elasticated fabric against your skin, earning her a small jump from you.

Alessia doesn’t give you much time to answer before she’s crawling up to you and sitting face to face with you. So close that you can almost feel one another’s breath ricocheting off of the other’s. Alessia’s ring-covered hand reaches up, cupping your chin with a grip that can feel polite, yet demanding at the exact same time.

Within seconds, her lips are latching onto yours in a desperate and needy kiss. You almost immediately return her eagerness, forgetting about your show with every brush of her lips against yours, but once Alessia brushes her tongue along yours, you jolt back and push her away.

“Wha—”

“You almost got me, but I am watching my show. You just have to suffer like I do when you go over our games 24/7.” You remind her with a crooked eyebrow, making her roll her eyes in return.

“At least I’m watching something to benefit us. You’re just watching people yell and make out for an hour straight.” She complains as she sits up on her knees, throwing her hands in the air to solidify her point.

“Alessia. I am not making out with you right now.”

“I was hoping for something more sexy?”

You huff out a laugh, earning an offended look in return. “My love, I am not having sex with you either.”

The striker throws her head back with a loud groan before dramatically tumbling off the bed, now standing next to the nightstand with her arms crossed like a petulant child. When she realizes she’s not getting a reaction, she huffs and storms into the shared bathroom.

“Where are you going?” You call out, voice raised so she can hear you.

Alessia pokes her head out from the doorframe, unimpressed. “I’m doing self-care since someone else doesn’t care about me.”

You stifle a laugh, cuddling deeper into the bed as your attention returns to the show, waiting out your girlfriend’s tantrum.

Only a few minutes pass before you hear the familiar voiceover:

A new bombshell has entered the villa.

The camera pans over a toned body, and as it moves up the arms, your eyes squint at the tattoos. Then comes the voice. That voice you’ve heard countless times at Alessia’s family dinners. The voice that never misses a chance to tease you both.

Then, finally, you see his face.

Never in your life would you have expected to see someone you know—let alone your girlfriend’s brother—on Love Island.

Your eyes go wide as you basically lock eyes with Gio through the screen. It’s almost like you’re strapped in place, your body frozen in disbelief.

A beat passes. Then another. Finally, you find your voice.

“Less! Alessia, get in here right now!” You shriek from your place in bed.

In a flash, your clumsy girlfriend barrels in from the bathroom, face covered in soap and hair pushed back by a headband.

“What? What is it?” Alessia pants, suds clinging to her face and eyes wide with concern.

You don’t even look at her. Just raise your arm and point at the screen, where her shirtless brother stands in full HD glory.

Alessia turns toward the TV and immediately gasps.

“What in the bloody world is this?” She blurts, whipping her head between you and the image of Gio.

You give her a tight-lipped smile. “I guess this is why he said he couldn’t make it to the next few family dinners.”

Alessia stares in complete disbelief, fully forgetting about the face wash now trailing down her cheeks and directly into her eyes.

A sudden shriek jolts you upright.

“Ow ow ow! It stings! It stings and I’m blind!”

You stifle a laugh that wants to escape and hop onto your feet, guiding the dramatic striker into the bathroom to rinse her face properly. Alessia continues to complain about the pain as you gently help clean the sting from her eyes the best you can.

Once you’re finished, the taller girl sits in front of you—face bare, eyes slightly red, yet somehow even more striking as they bring out her blue hues. You look at her with a soft smile before leaning over and placing a few gentle kisses on her cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally, her lips.

“Maybe it was better being blind, so I didn’t have to watch that anymore.” Alessia mutters, breaking the silence with a huff.

“I just don’t understand how we didn’t know about this. When I saw your mom and Gio talking secretly two weeks ago, I thought nothing of it.” You shrug as you rub your hands up and down her arms, trying to soothe her post-meltdown.

But then you notice her face shift into something much more serious.

“Mother.”

With that, the striker hops up and basically runs out of the room, leaving you standing there in stunned confusion. Soon enough, you hear her pacing the bedroom, prompting you to wander back out and sit on the edge of the bed.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” Alessia chants, not slowing her struts. “Ha! Mum, I need a word with you.”

You silently watch the conversation escalate, ignoring the buzzing from your phone on the nightstand and instead focusing on the domestic disaster unfolding in front of you.

“Yes, he did say that, but when someone says they’re going to be busy the next few weeks, it’s usually with work or family. Not because they’re going on a show where people just swallow each other’s faces whole!”

Alessia takes a few deep breaths to calm herself, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“No, Mum. I’m not raising my voice at you, but if Gio were here—”

Your phone buzzes again and again. You finally reach across the bed, scrolling through the notifications until you find the one that’s been going off nonstop.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. No—But— Yes. Y/N and I will see you then. I love you too.” Alessia sighs in defeat, finally ending the call and looking over at you, just in time to see the grin etched across your face.

“What are you smiling at?”

“Oh, nothing. The girls are quite funny though.”

“The girls found out?!” A horrified look crosses Alessia’s face.

“Yes.” You offer, smiling a little sheepishly. “The group chat is having a field day.”

[queen-of-signs]

💘Venus Signs in Love 🌈

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. A single placement or aspect can't decide anything, and the overall chart has to be analyzed for predictions. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

Venus in Aries loves to dress up and take care of their appearance for their partners. They would prefer an active sexual life with their partners. They love to dress up in matching outfits and can take a lot of pictures together. Grass is always greener on the other side for these natives. Sex can be mind-blowing, hot, and explosive with these natives.

Venus in Taurus loves to spend money on their partners. Physical touch is important. Heart of gold and can wait for sex. They are really patient with their partner and like to make their partner feel like a king or queen in bed. Body worship, home-cooked meals, perfume, a comfy couch or bed, gifts, etc., would be a turn-on for these natives, enough to make them loyal and devoted. Men with this placement are attracted to women with THICC bodies or who look a bit chubby and well-fed.

Venus in Gemini or Virgo loves to dirty talk in bed. Great at flirting and sexting. Would lose their sleep at night just by thinking about their partner. Attracted to intelligence rather than appearance. Can be abstinence by choice or too picky in love. Attracted to partners who look like a sexy librarian or a hot professor. Glasses, formal wear, and being a nerd/ geek turn them on, enough to make them mentally obsess over their partner. Can be into voyeurism. In some cases, can film or take pictures of doing it with their partner and watch it together later. Mesmerizing and irresistible kind of sex.

Venus in Cancer loves to caress their partner like they love to touch, hold, or squeeze the partner. Men with Venus in Cancer can have mommy kinks. Love when their partner gets a bit clingy and protective of them. Cuddling after sex is important. These natives are a teddy bear in relationships. BIG children. Not afraid of showing vulnerability to their partner. Prince/princess charming. Primal sex.

Venus in Leo loves to show off their partner to others. The kind to brag about their partner. Love is like a conquest, and they get butterflies in the stomach when thinking about their partner. Can act like they don't get jealous but totally get jealous when their partner is giving their attention to someone else. Would do anything to win over their partner. Would pick fights or behave rude to people who say anything bad about their partner. Bites their partner in bed. Sex is a sport and can be energetic in bed.

Venus in Libra loves to commit, even though they don't know whether they really want the commitment or not. Either a heartthrob or a heartbreaker. Loves to tease their partner until they beg to stop. Loves drama in relationships, even though they admit they dislike it. Partner's satisfaction in bed is more important than their own. Wants to be the hero /heroine of their partner's life. Sexual foreplay.

Venus in Scorpio longs for their partner's touch and can get depressed for not being together. They can get into alcohol/drugs or some form of unhealthy habits if their partner leaves them. They have abandonment issues and can get possessive over their partner. Wants to become "one" with their partner and won't give a sh!t about what others say about their relationship. If their partner passed away, these natives would hit rock bottom, and their mental health would spiral down. Sex with them is sooo crazy that it rocks their partner's world.

Venus in Sagittarius people are capable of leaving everything behind or changing their career for love. They won't mind eloping or moving somewhere else and starting over with their partner. Can fall in love too quickly. Wild in romance. Love at first sight. Sacrifices in love. If a Venus in Sagittarius is in love, then nothing else matters in life. Sexting and sex while travelling, sex in the outdoors, oral sex, etc.

Venus in Capricorn can have daddy kinks, if they're a woman. Women with this placement love it when their partner dominates them in bed. Into people who have $$$ or are capable of providing for them. Wants long-term compatibility in relationships. Stability and security in relationships are a turn-on. Loyal and devoted AF. Can be into BDSM.

Venus in Aquarius wants a partner-in-crime. So different yet so similar. Can be into an*l sex, in some cases. Can have sexual fantasies that are looked down upon by many. Freaky in sex. Seriously, these natives are sexual strategists. They plan out in advance only to end up doing the unexpected in bed.

Venus in Pisces wants all of their partner and can be lovesick. Can have a breeding kink. sex in the moonlight, near water bodies, etc. Lives in the head rather than in reality. Wants a dreamy fairytale romance. If they meet their dream girl/boy, they totally immerse themselves in the sea of love, and everything else is out of focus.

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Pile एक

funny without trying

doesn't hide you from their friends

sometimes boastful

extremely popular

knows everything about you

extremely smart

sometimes sassy

loves to look after you

usually hungry

sometimes rude without knowing it

loves listening to rap

never at home

doesn't realise they're very hardworking

sometimes feels underrated

remembers everything about you

sometimes pessimistic

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Pile दो

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Reckless

very indecisive

always eating

a bit of a fattie :D

party boy

gives the best advice

yolo mindset

best outfit/music taste

Doesn't care what other think

JEALOUS AF

Loud af

Dom

"ooh, sexy"

"Babe"

"How do you feel?"

*SPANKS*

Horny 24/7

Your friends like his look but hates his personality

"Send Nu*es"

"Nice Ass"

BUYS EXPENSIVE SHITS TO EXPRESS HIS LOVE OR APOLOGIZE

LOYAL BUT HARDLY SAY NO FOR A GOOD ASS

huge book reader

obsessed with one girl

quiet but loud

comfort > style

with the right people

best secret keeper

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Pile तीन

ALWAYS looking at you

acts goofier around you

warm hugs

sends "this reminded me of you" texts

remembers every single word you've ever said

princess gf - bf who does anything to see her happy "baby"

"that's cute"

"hmmm?"

falling asleep on call

You've good taste in music

gm and gn texts

holds hands with you

"i can't wait for our future together"

big hands

"doll"

"go ahead... what "speak up. "were you saying?"

"don't be shy"

-grabs inner thigh-

holds your chin up w/Index finger and rubs lower lip w/thumb while making eye contact

"when they smirk and lick their lips"

"eye contact"

madly needs your attention

always ready to fight for you

impulsive and stubborn

seems terrifying but he's a warm bean

"duuude"

doesn't like horror movies

gives and wants kissies all the time

moms love him

high pitched scream

always fails when he tries to intimidate you

does everything to make you feel safe

"yooo"

enjoys causing chaos

pretty good at video game

feels a lil insecure sometimes

has some chad energy

can be hella sassy

afraid of being put aside

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Pile चार

super clingy

wants forehead kisses

loves to sit on ur lap

spoiled brat

cuddles

short

"call me your angel, anon!"

caring & sweet

veryyy emotional

always sleepy

"yes please"

will cry if yelled at

sub

"i love you, anon :("

apologizes 24/7

tall straight ADHD bf who loves games - 5'3 mentally ill gf who loves astrology

actually a huge nerd

protective af

secretly gay

super duper nice

very pretty eyes

insecure

music

lowkey clingy

og sk8r boy

loves 2 cuddle

likes plants a lot

old soul

probably the coolest person u will ever meet

loves cartoons

handsome af but also pretty af

baggy clothes

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