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⋆˙⟡ boyfriend frat!kuna who answers the phone while fucking you bc he absolutely does not gaf
The room is dim, quiet except for the soft moans flowing out of your mouth – the grunts leaving Sukuna’s, and the sound of skin clashing together. His hips slamming rhythmically against yours, his cheap bed frame creaking under the force of his thrusts as he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you to your limit with every savage thrust.
Your body arched off the bed, nails raking bloody trails down his inked back, screams of ecstasy ripping from your throat, his pink hair a wild mess from your desperate yanks, his crimson eyes burning with feral hunger as he ruined you completely.
Your moans echo off the walls littered with movie posters and polaroid pictures of you two. Sweat glistened on his tattooed chest, his pink hair tousled from your fingers gripping it moments ago. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, nails digging into his broad shoulders, when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
You’d texted him earlier about the hoodie he left at your place after crashing your post-study session (which had devolved into him eating you out until you passed out).
“Dropping it off,” you’d said, figuring it’d be a quick in-and-out. But when you showed up, sukuna sitting legs spread, jeans hanging loosely off his hips tight black shirt coating him, that cocky grin fitting his face as soon as he saw you, pulling you onto his lap.
“C’mon baby, stay for a bit, have some funnn. Pleasee” His voice was low and persuasive, those red eyes locking onto yours with that intensity that made your knees weak.
You had protested weakly—midterms were coming up, you had to study, but he backed you into a hallway, lips crashing into yours, hands roaming under your shirt. “Just five minutes,” he murmured against your neck, nipping at the skin until you shivered.
And well five minutes turned into him carrying you upstairs to his room, clothes hitting the floor in a frenzy, and now here you were. In a mean matting press, knees right by your ears, his tatted, veiny hands holding your legs still, eyes locked on where he disappears inside you, stretching your walls to the brink, your slick coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs. “Fuck you feel so good, baby,” he growled, voice rough.
Drool slides down your chin as he pushes your left leg further up, his cock hitting deeper with every thrust a little more of your arousal drooling out every time he hits your g-spot.
Each time he slams back in it coats a cute, little soft whimper out of you, and Sukuna is so amazed by sight your pussy drooling all over his dick, molding to his size he noticing a cute little bulge appearing in your lower stomach —that he almost doesn’t hear your hoarse voice.
His phone starts vibrating again somewhere nearby “Kuna–” Your nails trail down his neck gripping his shoulders. “K-kuna hah– your phones ringing.”
He ignores it, waiting for the ringing to stop “don’t- don’t care.” His focus doesn’t waver, still staring where your both connected in a beautiful mess, his free hand pinning your thigh wider as he keeps slamming into you.
He slides all the way out dragging his tip through your folds, then smushing it against your clit with a little tap! tap! before he slams right back in.
“Hah- fuck your pussy so fucking–”
His phone rings, longer this time. His brow twitches and he exhales through his nose, clearly annoyed but he doesn’t reach for it. Instead his hand drifts down to your pussy drawing tight circles on your puffy clit.
And as the coil in your stomach gets tighter, his fingers grow sloppier and his thrusts get deeper, making you cry out as he grounded against that spot that had stars exploding behind your eyes, you forget all about his phone. “ah- kuna- m’gonna cum!”
“Yeah, baby? You gonna cum all over this dick?” his finger tips slide up your soft thigh, moving his head to side, pressing a little kiss to your ankle. “God you look so fuckin good like this- love—“
The phone lights up again — persistent, obnoxious. Sukuna finally stills, clicking his tongue sharply, but he didn’t slow down – instead, a wicked grin split his face as he reached over with his free hand, muscles ripping under his tattoos, slamming into you harder, making your vision blur.
“Fucking annoying,” he snarled, voice gravelly with lust, not even looking at the screen when he presses answer, while his free hand clamped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.
Sukuna can hear a breath of relief on the other side of the phone. “Finally! Sukuna! What the fuck!? I’ve been trying to reach you all week!”
“Huh?” he interrupted, his breath catching slightly as he drove deeper, making you gasp, his rhythm turned brutal, his balls slapping against your ass relentlessly, your juices squirting around him with each punishing stroke.
“You’ve been ignoring me, asshole!” His brain throbs at her voice, moving his phone. “Yorozu, I told you we’re not fucking anymore – I said it's done. So stop stalking my ass like a fucking pathetic loser. And what part of ‘it’s over’ do you not understand?”
The line goes quiet for a few moments, so he leans down closer to your ear biting it as his pace turned soft. “Hold my phone will you, baby?”
Your back arches into him, nails scratching at his nape. “ngh- w-what?”
Her voice fills the speaker again, but neither of you pay attention to it. His eyes catch your tear filled ones, a sly smirk forming on his face. “Hold the phone for me, yeah?”
He slides his phone into your hand carefully, then wrapping his hand around your wrist bringing it down to where you two meet. “Andddd hold it right there, okay baby? I gotta be able to respond.”
“K-kay.” you pant eyes blown wide.
He leans down, catching your lips in a messy kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Good girl.”
“Sukuna!” she yelled “You better respond right now!”
His lips narrowed “I’ll fucking respond whenever I fucking feel like it.” the wet sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, you bite your lip trying to stifle a whimper, adrenaline thrumming through you at his anger.
“Sukuna, please! Just— I can’t stop thinking about you. No one else compares– we’re meant to be! Just give me another chance, I’ll do anything!”
“Anything? How about shutting the hell up and deleting my number? You're embarrassing yourself.” His reply was loaded with mockery, but his thrusts grew erratic, harder, your pussy clenching around him as the thrill of his dominance sent shivers down your spine.
You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying not to moan too loudly, but sukuna noticed and all his restraint that he had left snapped as he released you and flipped you onto your stomach effortlessly, like you weighed nothing.
“That's better” he groaned, pulling your hips up high and slamming back inside you from behind his hands gripping your waist with bruising force.
He kneads your ass, groaning internally at the adorable squelch! squelch! streaming from your pussy every time his dick pushes back in. He’s honestly surprised yorozu hasn’t said anything about it, but then again the girl’s obsessed with her own voice, and everything having to do with her.
Then her voice cracked over the speaker, desperate and whiny. “Don’t be like this! I love you – And I know you feel it too. Remember how I made you cum so hard? I'll come over right now, show you what you're missing—”
“Oh my god! Kunaaaa!” You whine pushing your head further into his pillow, his free hand smacking your ass hard enough that it definitely left a mark.
“You're treating me like a slut kuna!” Yorozu snapped. “And I know you want me in your life, so just open up and let this go somewhere.
God, you felt so full in this position.
Sukuna leaned down, hand pressing firmly against your back as he planted a foot on the bed to get a better angle that had you sobbing even more. You can feel every ridge and vein of his dick, and you swear in that moment you almost ascend, because why the fuck did it feel so good.
He laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he pounded into your soaked pussy, the new angle letting him hit even deeper, your ass jiggling with each impact. “Love? You’re fucking obessed, that’s what you are.” his hips start to snap faster against yours, grunting everytime you clench around him because he could give a fuck less.
“But I really do like you kuna, and this is going to be something, so I'm not giving up on it.” She chirped. “But I'm not gonna beg for a man.”
He continues his relentless pace, leaving you breathless. “Right. Right. Rightttt- Because that’s not what your doin’ right now” He grips your waist a little tighter when you start fucking your hips back into his but sliding your hand back pressing against his lower abdomen grazing his dark happy trail, trying to push him away like your saying it’s to much — but not enough.
“Well I’m gonna go now, so block my number” Sukuna declared, ready for this just to be over with so he can give all his attention back to you.
“No! Sukuna! Please!” Yourozo shouted.
“Hah- fuck you.” he grabs a fistfull of your hair pulling you up closer to him, because it didn't feel enough, nothing felt enough when it came to you. “And you wanna know why I’m done? Cause I already got the perfect fucking girl who’s way better than you” And right after those words escape his pretty pink lips, it’s like a shell snapped off you because you started fucking back into him, mean, hard, relentless.
Yorozu's voice cracked over the speaker, desperate and whiny. "Sukuna, don't be like this! I love you- Who is she anyway? Some freshman slut you picked up at a kegger? She can't satisfy you like I can. Bet she's boring in bed, all vanilla and shit. Tell me where you are, I'll prove it-"
"Boring? Fuck no. She's everything you're not — tight, wet, and allll mine. Wanna see for yourself?” He switched to facetime with a grunt, her face appearing on the screen – eyes puffy from crying, makeup smeared, before he flipped the camera without a fuck in the world.
He angles it down low, capturing the obscene view: his girthy cock plunging in and out of your glistending, swollen pussy, splitting you wide open, your cream forthing around him as he fucked you senseless.
“Fuckk– Look at this– see how she’s taking me? Every fucking inch, like she was made for it. That’s my girl–” his hips are snapping with feral intensity. No barrier, just him filling you completely. The wet, squelching sounds echoed obscenely in the room, your pussy gushing with each thrust.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed in surprise as he glanced at the screen. "Damn, Yorozu, you really couldn’t hear that? All this nasty shit—her pussy's fucking soaked, sucking me in like a vice. Here listen closer," He thrust harder on purpose, the lewd slaps and squirts amplifying.
Her voice hitched into a wail as the full view sank in, her eyes widening in horror at the raw, unprotected sight. "You’re- you’re fucking her raw? You never let me, even when I begged! I offered everything, and you said no! How could you give that to her? Some nobody who's been stealing you away?"
"Stealing? She always had this shit first,” Sukuna snarled, the camera shaking in his grip as he drove deeper. “targeting her like a jealous psycho.”
Her gasp turned into a horrified sob, words tumbling out in a frantic mess. "No! Sukuna, stop! That's-that's disgusting! How could you do this to me? You're an asshole! I hate you-but wait, please, don't hang up! We can work this out-"
He stares, starstruck in awe watching you chase your own pleasure, as your fingers reach down to play with your aching clit, rubbing it as fast as his thrusts. “Shiiiit– Shut the fuck up.”
“Really S–” He presses the red circle before she can even finish, blocking her number while he's at it, throwing his phone somewhere in his bed, focus going back to you. “Isn’t she so fucking stupid, huh baby?” He groans watching your hand clench the filthy sheets.
“M-mhm” you mindlessly agree too focused on trying to cum.
“Thinkin’ I’d want anyone but you. This pussy’s mine – only mine. Say it.” he pants, moaning when your legs slide over his thighs locking around them forcing you deeper into each other. “Haah– fuck– you love this dick don’t you baby?”
“Y-yeah– angh– yours kuna! It's yours.” you gasped, voice breaking as pleasure coiled tight in your core.
His face and chest are flushed, his abs dripping with sweat, as he feels you tighten around him. “Good girl.”
“Fuck yeah.” he groans, "Gonna fill you up, make sure everyone knows you're mine. You switched me up, baby — made me yours too, fucking pussy whipped. Now cum for me, scream my name."
The command shattered you — your body tensed, vision blurring as the coil snapped, a gush of liquid squirting out around his dick, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath you in a messy floss. “Ryooo!” You screamed, trembling violently as waves of euphoria ripped through you, your walls spasming wildly around him.
That pushed him over the edge with a guttural roar, he buried himself balls-deep one last time, his cock throbbing as he pumped you full of his hot seed, thick ropes flooding your pussy, marking you from the inside out.
He collapsed over you, both of you panting, his weight pinning you down in the best way, lips brushing your ear. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, satisfied and spent.
an - sorry i haven’t been so active </3, but here’s something small 𑣲
