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⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊M1SS10N 03: 0H EW, HE REALLY 1S A NASTY D0G!! ༻⋆. °⛧

⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — SYNOPSIS Going on a jog when it’s so hot outside is such a bad idea, you really want to take a shower! Except, you weren’t expecting your puppy boyfriend to practically jump on you the moment he got a whiff of your scent! (꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — GENRE smut, porn with little plot ⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — PAIRING Puppyboy! Caleb x chubby reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read tho!)

⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — WARNING Fem!reader, explicit content, pwlp, established relationship, grammar errors, NO spoilers, not proof read, hybrid AU, begging, a lil fdom, breast play, oral (fem), cunnilingus, scent kink 

A/N this is literally me yapping about puppyboy Caleb being nasty and having a scent kink. If you’re uncomfortable with scent kink just skip this fic babe(¬_¬")‘N’ also, happy late birthday @thalwri, babes<3! (ᵕ—ᴗ—) High key, I’m running out of ideas of what to write so send some suggestions over, I’ll be working on request for a bit <3

Puppy Boy Caleb is nasty, freaky, and just downright disgusting sometimes. It must be the animalistic urge in him. He must admit, he is by far, easily turned on by the littlest things you do.

It’s gotten to the point where he’s hard almost everyday, his ears twitching and his tail wagging vigorously. It’s not Caleb’s fault that he loves his girlfriend so much and finds her irresistible! Cooking him one of his favorite meals while wearing one of his oversized shirts, that somehow can’t even hide the swell of your ass.

Caleb is harder than a rock. Licking your lips slowly, covering your lips with your saliva, watching them pucker up as you press an invisible kiss to the air. He’s got a large bulge in his pants and it’s almost comically laughable from how noticeable he is, especially when he squirms around and whines like a lost dog.

Worst of all, you come back home after such a long jog, a thin layer of sweat clinging onto your exposed skin, wearing little shorts and a shirt that squeezes your body so nicely, and that delicious scent that stays around you. At first, Caleb is pouting sadly, ears resting on his hair, his tail dropping instead of wagging like it normally does. That’s until he sees you.. like that.

Oh, he wouldn’t be surprised if there is a painfully obvious creamy white stain on his boxers. He can feel his cock twitching and straining against the restraints of his pants, throbbing and pulsing. Caleb has to restrain himself, although it really looks like he’s losing the war.

Caleb‘s eyes are dilated, panting and huffing like a thirsty man, tail wagging so quickly. That scent of you, he’s down bad for it. No, not your wonderful smelling floral perfume that you have a habit spraying every morning. 

Your natural scent, the scent that he can smell once you come back from a jog. You bet your ass that your PuppyBoy boyfriend already has his head buried into the coloring of your neck, nuzzling and nuzzling into you while inhaling your addictive scent. Caleb can’t help that way his body reacts when he’s around you, quickly getting hard against your soft ass.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt so nasty before, going for a jog when it’s so hot outside was a horrible idea. A thin layer of sweat clings onto your skin, droplets of sweat trickling down your exposed skin. You struggle to catch your breath, short, heavy, and quick huffs of a breath.

Fuck, you weren’t expecting it to be so hot and dumb outside, you really should have checked the weather before you left! You can smell the intense smell of sweat on you. The thought of a shower is enticing.

“Mmh..” you hum softly, setting the water battle in your hands onto the counter.

“You know.. you’ve been staring at me the whole time I’ve been here, Caleb” you point out, briefly glancing over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, before going back to looking at the counter. 

“-and it’s pretty obvious too, with all the staring you’ve been doing” you add, mumbling the last bit under your breath. 

Caleb has been staring  at you this whole time, staring at you in a certain way. His eyes are hooded and clouded with lust and desire, cheeked flushed bright red, spit coated lips parted dumbly, his tail intensely, he’s panted slightly, it almost seems like he went for a jog instead of you. His eyes glances up and down your body, drinking up the sight of you. 

“You seem a bit distracted, babe. You must have a lot on your mind, Caleb~” you coo, sending him a cheeky knowing look.

This hasn’t been the first time that Caleb has sent you.. that kind of look before, you doubt I’d be the last to. That primal, feral, desperate, hungry look, as if he wanted you all for himself at this exact moment. It’s only a look he’d send you when you came back from a jog. 

You’re about to glance over your shoulder again, that is until a head buries itself into your shoulder. Firmly, a nose presses itself against the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing against your sweet spot. A hot tongue laps and glides across your sweaty skin, a deep groan escapes the man behind you. 

You shiver slightly, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling of his tongue tracing your skin. Letting out a deep groan, Caleb wraps his thick arms around your chest, keeping you firm and close against him. You can feel something pressed against your ass, throbbing and twitching. 

“Aww.. someone’s getting really eager” you hum softly, pushing your ass further against his twitching bulge.

One of his hands glided to your breasts, letting out a whine and a huff of annoyance when he felt your sports bra, unable to fondle and squish your breasts. Was Caleb expecting you to jog with no bra? Not happening. 

Caleb lets out a pathetic whine, kitten licking at your neck, leaving a wet trail of spit behind his touch. “Mmh, you’re so nasty, Caleb” you moan softly, his teeth scratching the sensitive skin of your neck.

“-I like it” you purr, giggling when he whimpers into the column of your neck. 

You moan quietly when Caleb presses open, hot kisses to your sweet spot. He eagerly laps at your sticky skin, his hair sprawled on your shoulder. He still has a strong, tight grip around your chest, one of his hands squeezing and gripping your boob. 

You can feel yourself melting into his touch, soft moans and gasp escaping you. He bites down harshly into your poor neck, sending a delicious shiver through your body. Caleb’s sharp teeth bite into your skin, enough to leave a pretty mark behind. 

“Hng!” You gasp, grabbing his hair tightly in your hands, tugging gently, eliciting a soft groan from the man.

Your jaw goes slack, panting slightly. To soothe over the pain, he laps and sucks gently on the blooming hockey. Caleb presses open kisses to the forming mark, flattening his tongue onto your skin, licking from your shoulder to the top of your neck. 

“Y-you taste absolutely divine, baby..” Caleb whispers, his lips grazing your ears.

His hand eagerly slides under the thin fabric of your shirt, making its way closer and closer to your chest, only to be stopped by you. “Mmph, not so fast, Caleb. It’s not gonna be that easy, baby, you're going to have to beg” you tease, smiling cruelly at hearing the pitiful whine he lets out.

“B-but baby..-“ he protests, his voice low and deep, you could hear how sad and disappointed he is.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Caleb” you coo, pushing past your pouty boyfriend to lay on the sofa.

He follows you rarely, desperate to get what he wants. “All you have to do is beg for me, you can do that, right?” You ask softly, that cruel glint in your eyes.

What a cruel woman you can be. Caleb sends you watering, puppy dog eyes, resting his head against your soft, squishy thighs. He nibbles and laps at your thigh, whimpering a soft protest when you pull away from his touch.

“Sometimes.. you can be so mean to me..” Caleb whispers softly, voice muffled since he keeps chasing after your thighs when you pull away.

“I promise, I’ll be good for you.. can I please eat you out..?” He whines, you can see his tail slowly wagging side to side.

“Mmh..it’s definitely a start, I suppose” you mumble, tapping your fingers in your lips. 

Caleb must have thought you were unsatisfied with his sad plea. The way his ears droop to his head, his bottom lip sticking out as he pouts, his tail going limp. “B-but.. didn’t I beg well enough for you..?” Caleb  whispers, his voice so quiet and soft, it doesn’t seem like Caleb at all, his eyes glistening slightly. 

“Mmh, you did. I didn’t say you weren’t good at begging” you mutter, parting your thighs.

“In fact, you beg a little too good” you tease, tugging off your top.

Picking up its pace, Caleb’s tail starts wagging again. He eagerly cups your breasts through your bra, cupping your boobs, squeezing gently. He moans in delight, reaching behind your back to unbuckle your bra off, immediately cupping your breast, watching them pool through the gaps of his fingers. 

Your boobs feel amazing, so soft and warm. Caleb fondles your right breasts, teasingly pinching your nipple, gently tugging and twisting the bud until it was hard from his touch. He leans down to your chest, taking your stiff bud into his hot mouth. 

He sucks, slurps, and little licks at your nipple, whimpering softly when you run your hand through his hair, scratching his ear. Caleb kisses down to your plump belly, pushing you gently to lay back on the sofa. He fondles and squishes the fat in his hand. 

“So soft..” he mumbles under his breath, nuzzling his head against your plump thigh. 

“So warm too..” he whines, pinching the chubby rolls of your stomach.

A delicious wave of heat pools to your pussy, you really can’t lie, you do love seeing Caleb so pouty and begging for a taste of you. You flutter anything, your clit throbbing and aching to be stroked by his thicker fingers or even by his warm tongue. Now that you notice, your thighs feel oddly sticky, not just from sweat but also your own arousal. 

Caleb let’s put a stifled groan, grinding his swollen cock against the couch. Fuck, he’s so hard. So much precum, he really hopes he doesn’t stain your couch. 

“Oh my, are you really that hard from smelling me that you're desperately grinding against the couch” you grin, summoning a soft groan from him. 

“Such a perv, pretty gross of you Caleb~” you tease, lifting your hips from off the couch, tugging off your shorts. 

“Ugh, you're so mean to me sometimes..” Caleb pouts cutely, looking away from your cheeky grin. 

He grips your thighs in his hands,  keeping them wide open. “It’s like you don’t love me anymore..” he murmurs, kissing your thigh softly.  

You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. Caleb leans down to your pussy, the only thing covering your sex is your drenched pantie. He rests his head between your thighs, pressing his face close to your clothed pussy, his nose pressed deliciously firmly  against your clit.

You shiver slightly, he inhales the scent of you. He laps at your drenched panties, moaning in approval at the tangy yet sweet flavor of you. Caleb kitten licks at the fabric, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

Caleb seems really intent on having your tasty flavor on his tongue, hot tongue dipping between where your folds are, searching more for your addictive flavor. You tremble slightly, gripping into the couch. You buck your hips up, pussy your needy pussy closer to his face. 

“Hah.. you really know what you're doing, Caleb..” you mewl, catching your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling gently. 

Caleb presses an open mouth kiss to your engorged clit, wrapping his fingers around your panties, tugging them to the side to expose your dripping pussy. Hot flesh sticky with juices and arousal, your gummy entrance fluttering around nothing. His mouth waters slightly, drool daring to seep from his parted lips. 

“Huh, you really have a staring problem, Caleb~” you huff, shivering when he sighs against your exposed pussy, hot breath fanning onto your cunt.

Caleb’s grip on your thighs tightens, holding you still. His tongue delves through your fat folds, from your gummy entrance to your throbbing clit, collecting up any of your delicious juices he can get. Greedy.

Your almost silently gasp melts into a moan, lips parted slightly as you push your cunt to his hungry mouth. He moans in approval, his tongue gliding through your folds, back and forth. Caleb does this two more times, mixing up your juices with his spit, creating an even larger mess.

His spit, your juices trickle down the fat of your ass, most likely dripping to the couch. You aren’t even surprised that Caleb is sloppy, only focused on drowning in your pussy to care of how messy the couch wil get after.

“Hng- oh fuck..” You moan, fluttering around nothing. 

He pulls away from your pussy for a breather, thin sheets of arousal and spit connected between his lips and your pussy, only to break within seconds. Caleb lets out heavy breaths, your juice already smeared on his chin and face. 

“Please.. hold still for me, baby” Caleb pleads.

He hooks his thumb around your pussy lips, peeling them apart to expose more of your warm flesh to his hungry mouth. Caleb is so focused on rolling his against your pussy, sucking at anything he can get his mouth on. He shifts his focus on your clit, sealing his lips around the bud, sucking and slurping harshly like his life depends on it. 

You tense up slightly, biting on your lips to stifle a moan that threatens to escape you. “Oh fuck- c-Caleb..” you wail, thighs twitching in his tight grip. 

He groans against you, sending vibrations through your body, making you feel dizzy. Caleb keeps his lips sealed around your clit, shaking his head side to side, your juices flying onto his chin. Through your squinted eyes, you can see his tail swaying vigorously, he’s enjoying this, with all the moaning and whimpering he’s been letting out, it’s obvious. You mewl, toes curling up, arching your back off the couch.

Caleb briefly lets go of your hot clit, pressing a quick kiss, staying close enough to where his lips are grazing your nub. “Oh god.. you taste so amazing, baby.. can’t get enough-“ Caleb murmures softly, dumbly interrupting himself by slurping at your heated flesh like a starved man. 

His hot tongue glides through your slick folds, down to your fluttering gummy entrance. Caleb’s tongue rolls around the ring of your pussy, happily drinking up your oozing juices. Easily, his tongue pushes inside, tongue rubbing against your gooey walls. 

“Hng!” You grunt, your other hand grabbing onto his hair.

Caleb thrusts his tongue in and out of you slick entrance, nose pressed against your clit. The prefect amount to pleasure to make your toes curl up, sending more heat to your belly. That addictive heat in your belly swelling up, the heat unbearable. 

Breathless moans escape you, only fueling his desire to make you moan louder. Caleb doesn’t think he’s ever been so hard before. He feels like he could cum just from eating you out, especially when tugging and pulling his hair like that. 

And you smell so fucking good too, so addicting. Caleb licks back to your aching clit, slotting his lips against the bud. “Holy shit- Hng.. Caleb” you gasp, carelessly tugging on his hair, eliciting a satisfied groan from him. 

Your breath is shaky, ragged, and choppy, hard to breath when you feel like the air was stolen. “O-oh god, Caleb” you stutter, you’re so close to cumming. 

Your eyes are hooded and clouded with lust, nibbling at your spit covered lips. Caleb is nasty, groaning and moaning against your sensitive pussy, he’s so desperate and eager to eat you out. His cock jolts violently in his pants, swelling and straining against the thick fabric, his body trembling slightly.

One of his thumbs pull away from your pussy lips, slowly trailing down his needy dick. In merely only a second, Caleb already tugged off his pants. His cock lewdly slaps onto his abdomen, beads of precum dribbling from his tip.  

He keeps his lips sealed around your clit, tongue flicking and flicking at the swollen bud. That heat in your belly is so close to bursting, once again, your back arching off the back. You can’t hear anything but the constant pounding of your heartbeat.

Caleb’s swollen cock twitches, tip angry red. Creamy white trickling down his thick base. He cups his cock, groaning against your clit as he strokes himself back and forth. 

You can’t hear the obscure slurping, gushing, squelching sound of Caleb hungry lapping at your pussy. Your brows furrows, jaw going slack, a silent scream as you gush around nothing. You harshly tug his hair, eliciting a grunt from him. 

He eagerly dives his tongue between your folds, licking up your delicious cum from your gummy entrance. “Hng- no more, Caleb..” you pant, pushing at his forehead.

He whines, desperate to keep tasting your additive flavor, his grip tightening on your thighs. Reluctantly, Caleb pulls away from your soaked pussy. He lets out breathlessly huffs and pants, along with the occasional groans as he strokes his throbbing dick, his lips and chin glistening from your juices.

“Mmh, you look like you need help with that, babe~” you tease, acknowledging his twitching and throbbing cock.

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roommate! choso is being awfully mean! maybe he’s just jealous that you’re seeing other people after you’ve let him cum inside you how many times? </3

warnings dom! choso, fem! reader, mean/bully choso, breeding, possessive, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, mentions of impregnating the reader and keeping her forever, implied free use, spitting in mouth, choso has a filthy mouth

“where are you going now?”

briefly, you glance up from the makeup palette in your hand. choso’s hard, darkened gaze catches yours in the mirror of your vanity. he leans against the wooden frame of your bedroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing you silently as you doll yourself up. you smile cheekily, patting your cheeks with blush.

“on a date.” you hum.

“with that loser?”

you scoff, rolling your eyes at his predictable bitterness. what a jealous fuck, you think as you turn away to fish for a tube of lipgloss. his feet patter softly as he creeps further into your girlishly ornamented room. an enervated sigh parts your lips when he plops a seat at the edge of your bed, sitting adjacent to you.

“is that what you’re wearing?” he muses. something unreadable mars his face as he reaches over, tugging at the thin fabric of your tiny silk dress. “bit much for a second date, huh?”

god, he is just so painfully in love jealous that it’s ripping him in two. he hates the way you smell, the way you do your hair, the way you giggle at everything. he almost can’t stand to watch as you play dress up for a man who doesn’t even fuck you properly—not to choso’s standards anyway.

after the first date you brought the man home, and much to both of your dismay, you were greeted with choso’s unwelcoming presence—a slender and shirtless frame sprawled across the couch like the damn man of the house. he held a can of soda and a glowering snarl that he hoped would ward the loser off.

but later that night, he could make out the sounds of your pleasureful cries as they bled through your bedroom walls. he felt sick to his stomach, but then he could hear the way you mistakenly moaned his name instead, and it ruined him. he stroked his poor, aching cock so angrily that night, nothing evident but you.

that loser wouldn’t push you up the bathroom sink and yank your panties down. he wouldn’t whisper horrible things into your ear while fingering that pretty, aching pussy. definitely wouldn’t rub your clit so sloppy that you’re begging to feel his cock instead. choso knows he’s the only man that will fuck you the way that slutty cunt deserves.

“does he know that you let me fuck you like a slut?” choso asks offhandedly. he’s mindlessly twirling one of your makeup brushes between his fingers, chin resting within the palm of his opposing hand. “and that you begged me to cum inside of you like what… an hour before your first date?”

you smooth your hands down your dress, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. choso is brash and bitter and impolite and you made the honest mistake of falling for him; now you can’t seem to get rid him. you’re addicted and he knows it—knows he’s the only one that’s ever made you cum, the only one that’s seen the way you really like to fuck.

“you should tell him,” he’s closer now, button nose pressed to your cheek, inhaling. “think he’d stay with you if he knew that his new little girlfriend was letting her roommate cum inside of her pussy, huh?”

“c— choso, he’s on his way, please.”

“he’ll just have to fucking wait then, won’t he?”

a big, cunning hand is spreading your thighs and cupping your bare pussy. choso gasps, utterly staggered by the sudden warmth of your sticky arousal and how it’s drooooling down the palm of his hand. you can’t help but to bite your lip, swallowing the pathetic little whimper that sits in your chest.

“were you gonna let him fuck you in this?” as one of his big hands trail beneath the fabric of your dress, you nod. “yeah? were you gonna let him pull your dress up like this and fuck that pretty little pussy?”

“yes,” it’s only a breath as you roll your hips into his hand, chasing that warm, delicious friction. “but i want it to be you… wan’ you to f-fuck me. he doesn’t touch me right.”

“i know, baby,” he coos, holding out his hands for you. “he’s a fucking loser, isn’t he?”

a loud, assenting whimper leaves you as you clamber over to him. choso grins widely, something wicked flickering in his darkened gaze as he pulls you onto his lap. he audibly inhales your scent before groaning into your skin. warm, calloused hands creep further up your dress, silky fabric bunching around your waist. you’re dizzy off of his touch, head spinning like a record as you arch into his embrace. god, you’re perfect like this.

this always feels so right and you hate it. you hate the way he smells, the way you let him touch you, the way he makes you feel. you hate how the palpable thud of your heart beats somewhere much deeper, much more aching. and you hate that he knows how to get you so fucking wet that you’re crying to feel his big, pretty cock inside of you.

“please just fuck me,” you’re just whining so perfectly for him while you impatiently fist the waistband of his sweats. “choso, please?” you sound hungry, much like your gaze and eager hands as you successfully bare his long, pretty shaft. “i want it… wanna feel your cock before he gets here.”

“yeah? you want me to ruin that pussy before you go? you’re so wet for it,” the entirety of his palm is sliding between your swollen, glossy lips and you shudder. “you missed my cock, huh?” the smile that cracks along his face is unmistakably possessive.

your arousal drips from his fingers like honey as he grips the base of his hooked shaft, indulgently slathering your essence down to his balls. another big hand claims your hip, forcing you up to hover over the glistening head of his cock, slick dripping. choso slaps his sticky tip against your sloppy entrance thrice before sinking deeeep inside of your cunt in one, mean thrust.

he holds you still, toned arms wrapped near possessively around your body so that he can fuck you in place. you’re swallowing all of his long, intentional thrusts, that pretty pussy sucking him in so fucking deep that you’ve forgotten why you even wanted to move on in the first place.

choso lets off a deep, gutteral moan while grazing his teeth over the column of your throat. he licks your skin hungrily, his tongue so hot and wet that it makes you tighten around him in a horrendous need. arousal drips from your perfectly stuffed cunt down to the fat of his balls as they slap against your ass in loud, audible plaps!

“you’re mine,” choso breathes, fingers latching to the nape of your neck. “forever, you hear me? you’ll never escape me,” he’s forcing your head back to mark up your throat. a hand pulls you closer, deepening your pretty little arch. “don’t care how many fucking men you bring over here… you’ll just have to explain to them why you’ve already got someone else’s cum inside of you, won’t you?”

you gasp, brows furrowing in arousal. “cho, you’re s-so mean,”

“and he’s too fucking nice… you don’t like nice guys, they don’t fuck like this,” choso’s thumb drags over your aching clit and you whine into his ear. “he will never fuck you the way i do. god, does he even know that you like to get fucked like a w-whore, huh?” his lips settle against the warm spot that pulses below your jaw. “do you beg him to fuck you harder? deeper?”

“n-no, fuck… c— chosooo,”

“probably fucks you like you’re made of porcelain—too scared to break you but little does he fucking know.”

choso’s hand closes around your throat and you moan, pretty eyes threatening to cross like such a slut. he squeezes the sides of your neck, slender fingers creeping up your jaw. the pad of his thumb is prying your mouth open and rivulets of drool cascade down his hand. he kisses you sloppily, groaning into your honeyed mouth while tasting your saliva. for a moment he pulls away, a shiny wisp of spit tethering your bottom lips together.

“open your mouth,” he mutters, squishing your cheeks.

and you do, that wet, pretty tongue lolling out so obediently while you wait for his next command. choso’s fingers are threading throughout the hair at your nape, drawing your head back. his darkened gaze catches yours, holding the cruel contact while spitting into your awaiting mouth. a nasty, guttural sound leaves him as he begins to suck on your tongue, kissing you hungrily.

you’re a wreck, crying and whimpering around his cock like such a nasty girl while he fucks you from beneath, muttering nothing but filth into your ear. he’s stretching you out completely, his long, curved shaft fucking to the very back of your sloppy cunt like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. and his hand are everywhere—wrapping around your throat, pulling at the fat of your ass, spreading you apart, and grazing over your hard, sensitive nipples.

“i wanna cummm,” you whimper. a cloud of dizzying arousal swirls in your tummy, your wet, aching pussy tightening around his cock so desperately. “wanna cum with you, please? choso, wanna feel your cum while i cum…”

“yeaaah, you want me to breed that pussy?” his cock throbs when you nod to him, balls tightening unbearably. “should just knock you up and keep you here forever… bear all my fucking kids, huhhh?”

the thought of bearing his children alone is what has you gushing down the length of his cock without warning. you’re gone, rutting your hips and arching your back like the greedy little thing he knows you are. you’re making such a mess, arousal trickling down to his balls, and it’s the feeling of your sloppy orgasm that has choso spilling a hot, syrupy load inside of your pulsing cunt.

“take it, take it… take all of my f-fucking cum, baby,” his hips stutter, breath hitching as he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck, hungrily biting your skin and growling. “you’re allll fucking mine—mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to use whenever i want, yeah?”

choso nods your head for you, fingers digging into your cheeks while forcing your head up and down. pleased, he slips himself out of you to set you onto your bed, kindly pulling your dress back into place. a cruel smile plays his lips as you press your thighs together, knowing that his cum is leaking from your pretty little hole and surely staining the silk of your dress.

a loud knock at the front door makes you gasp, choso smiles.

“tell that loser i said hey.”

Sukuna is sucking on your fingers and fighting his praise kink while you’re riding him.

Think about it. He looks so pretty under you, with messy pink hair and slightly parted lips. While you’re working your magic with your hips and enjoying yourself, his lower hands are guiding your movements and upper hands are playing with your tits. He summons his hand mouths from time to time to suck on your nipples. All four of his red eyes are fixated on you. Your beautiful face, your gorgeous body, the place where your pussy and one of his cocks meet each other.

You look at him. God, he’s so handsome. You hold your hand out to caress the side of his face. His tattooed cheek, his jaw, his lips. Your thumb brushed against his lower lip.

"Open up, pretty boy" you’re murmuring.

Damn woman. If that was someone else, Sukuna would slice them in half. But it’s you. He’s opening his mouth slightly wider to welcome your index and middle fingers while looking you dead in the eyes. You’re increasing the speed of your hips and Sukuna is sucking on your fingers, covering them in his saliva, swirling his tongue around them. You push them further in and press on his wet tongue.

"Good boy…"

Good fucking boy. Sukuna hates how good that makes him feel. Once you call him that, he’s biting your fingers, trying to suppress a shameful moan. You know all of his weak spots. Damn woman. He’ll show you your place. But maybe tomorrow. Today Sukuna wants nothing but to choke on your fingers, letting you ride him to oblivion until your perfect pussy will milk his cocks dry one by one.

I come bearing gifts

Man overboard? No, he’s just drowning in this pussy

I went to bed last night thinking about Nanami fucking me soooo sloppy and mindlessly that I almost called out of work today.

Like him just fully on top of you, all of his weight bearing down whilst holding your legs to your chest in the meanest mating press known to man. His long, nimble fingers sinking into the plush underside of your thighs, keeping you wide and accessible and all for him. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it either; you can’t move or squirm away or breathe.

God, it’s been hours too. Hours and hours and hours of him mindlessly stretching out your poor, weeping cunt so obscenely wide that it’s dragging your maw open in a loud, helpless wail of his name that’s akin to cold water dripping down, down, down his shuddering spine. He knows it’s too much, really. That you’re mere seconds away from utterly breaking, but he can’t fucking help himself.

“I knowww,” he’d coo, leaning forward to plant a sloppy kiss to the corner of your stupidly parted lips, “I know, I know, I know. J… just ten more seconds, baby I swear.” A large, greedy hand is creeping between your searing bodies, his fingers latching against your poor, ravaged clit for the umpteenth time tonight. “You can take it, sweet girl.”

He’s not thinking, not really. How is supposed to when he’s got you sprawled apart like… like that? You don’t even know how pretty you look beneath him, just completely pried open, that pretty, slobbering cunt on shameless display, your eyes threatening to roll toward the back of your head, fuck, and the way it truly sounds like you’re sobbing — cry after desperate cry spilling from your raptured tongue, but it’s only urging him on and that’s the very thing. He’s only getting harder.

“You are so pretty, sweetheart. My pretty baby… my girl, huh?” He’d babble mindlessly, drawing his hips back almost too far before pummeling forward again, and again, and again. “Taking allll of my cock like such a good, pretty girl.”

And his lips are everywhere — they’re creeping up your throat and sucking. They’re planting the tenderest of kisses to your forehead, your nose, cheeks, almost serving as a gentle reminder that the sweet, loving Nanami you know is still in there somewhere; though his hips are as mean and as slutty as can be, he’s still there and he loves you.

“You know I love you,” he’d mutter, pressing a gentle kiss to your perspiring forehead, “I really really do. I… I just can’t help myself, you’re just sooo good,” it’s merely a breath against your skin, “such a good girl for me, god I love you.” It tumbles past his lips as he’s pushing your legs up further, hooking them over his broad shoulders.

And just like that, those measly ten seconds that he promised will inevitably turn into three more hours, maybe even four if you’re lucky, but you don’t seem to mind… clearly.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always have you over at his house the night before an important match. It helps with the stress he says.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always put on a TV show before you two settle into the couch for cuddles. Usually the cuddling session is a mix of him relaxing against you as you ask him questions about the match tomorrow.

"You packed an extra pair of shorts this time right? Remember what happened last time"

"yeah I did"

"Did you iron the clothes?"

"Uraume took care of it"

"That new protein shake your nutritionist recommended, Did you take it?"

"Already did"

"What about snacks during the game tomorrow? did Uraume-

"oh my god baby relax, it's all taken care of"

He says in somewhat of an annoyed tone as he pulls you even closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you. But deep down he loves it when you are concerned about him like this.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who insists that having a good time before the match tomorrow isn't a problem to him but you reject the offer firmly because you know how Sukuna gets whenever you two started something.

It always ends up dragging for hours so no, your bf needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who pouts slightly when you say no to him but decides to settle with the short make out session instead, better than nothing he thinks.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who teasingly steals few touches from your sensitive areas, clearly trying to rile you up but stops after seeing the glare you gave him.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who never seems to be the type to get much nervous before matches. Because of his Overconfidence? His never ending Ego? maybe. But his ability to stand strong in situations like this always makes your heart flutter.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always makes sure you get the best VIP seat to his match, You always need to be in the front lines where he can see you from clearly when he beat up his opponent back to his ancestors.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always find a way to bring you up in the Media press. Sukuna is widely known by the audience for being a down bad "simp" for his girlfriend as well as a complete disaster for his opponents.

"Mr Ryomen, Do you know there's a whole talk in the internet about you being a simp for your girlfriend? What do you have to say to people who spread things like that?"

"Keep spreading the truth I guess. The internet definitely needs it more"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who hurries back to his changing room and jumps straight into your arms. Despite your constant nagging for him to get patched up first.

"Baby did you saw the jab-cross I threw before he hit the ground?"

"Yeah it was Amazing Ryo!"

"I did good than the last match, didn't I?"

"Yeah you always do"

"Then I deserve way more than that cheap kiss you gave me earlier don't I?"

"Get patched up first you freak, Uraume's waiting"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who lets you both into his house as he holds your waist with one arm. He let go of your waist as he makes his way for the bathroom while murmuring something about showering first.

As he started to shower you turn on the tv with the intention of seeing the live match you saw today in the digital screen. And it immediately cuts to a interview Sukuna did just right after winning.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who seems enthusiastic as ever talking to the reporters about the match he finished and the opponent he defeated. Not long after he adds a little appreciation from his part.

"My manager Uraume helped me with a lot of stuff so I truly appreciate them. Also my girlfriend stayed up beside me every night when I practiced and supported me in everything, this win is hers as much as it is mine."

"if you're watching this I love you baby"

A warm feeling start to take over your chest as you hear his words. The man who's appreciated and idolized by millions saying these things so casually to you, you still can't get your mind around it.

Then the reporter use his luck to ask a risky question one more time.

"it's look like you two have a great relationship together, what do you think about marriage Mr Ryomen?"

To that question Sukuna doesn't respond but instead returns a well knowing little grin as he waves off the interview.

"Tch why did they ruin the moment by asking that, now it looks like he doesn't want to marry me" you said to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave to the kitchen to grab a snack, something shining inside the closet that Sukuna forgot to shut earlier catches your eyes.

Hidden by the cloth piles it was a little jewelry box that had familiar initials on top of it.

It was none other than yours and Sukuna's.

Wait..

No that can't be, Yeah maybe this is the earrings he wanted to give you before.

But much to your surprise the box opened up to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring. A big diamond you sure costed atleast 5 six figures alone sitting on top of it. Inside the ring you and Sukuna's initials were carved into it making it seem even more special to your eyes.

Your heart is jumping from excitement and happiness, everything about your life is starting to get better and better and you can't help but thank Sukuna for it.

You don't want to ruin the surprise he planned for you of course. So you put the box back to it's place and sit on the bed till he's done showering patiently but the stupid smile you had since earlier didn't left your face for once.

"Alright I'm done showering let's slee- what's with you?"

"What's with me? nothing Ryo"

"You're are smiling very creepily woman"

"Ryo that's mean! My smile is not creepy!"

"Yeah whatever come here, freak"

Sukuna says as he drags you closer to his side of the bed while turning off the bedside lamp at the same time. Your bodies intertwine with each other like it was always meant to be. Sukuna's hands wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

"Ryo?"

"hmm"

"I love you"

You can feel a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too princess, more than anything"

Boxing Kuna is my favorite <33

No grammar checks though sorry :/