After your recent break up, you were heart broken asf. you two were in a healthy relationship or that's what you thought cause you were proved wrong when you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you with your own bestfriend!
but you tried to move on, telling yourself that he doesn't deserves you, you shouldn't think about some loser and get forward in your life! thankfully your real friends really helped you in your worst time, not like that bitch who ran away with your boyfriend, tecnically that means your boyfriend and bestfriend both cheated on you, oh and what was that so called boyfriends name? yeah, mahito.
your friends suggested you that if you really wanna move on you gotta change yourself, and that's what you did! you changed your style, hair cut, personality and now your standing infront of the most famous tattoo Shop owned by suguru geto. the most talented tattoo artist in Tokyo currently, usually people take reservations to come here but suguru was one of your friends friend so you didn't had to take a reservation.
in your life you never thought to get yourself a tattoo ever, but here you are questioning your life decisions but hey, there's no going back now. with a deep breath you head into the shop it was dark theme with some frames of celebrities who got tattoo's from here, it was also so elegant, dark walls with red lights everywhere, there seems to be a red door on the left, it's probably suguru's cabin.
bracing yourself you walk towards the door, and gently knock it with your knuckles,"e-excuse me, can i come in?". damn it! your voice came out a lot more shaky when you thought, why was your heart racing so much? probably cause you have never seen geto.
"come in". A males voice can be hear from behind the door, he's voice was sweet as honey but with a hint of huskiness but at the same time being so gentle voice, damn was he a siren??
hesitately you push the door open and get in, the first thing came in your view was suguru's broad shoulders from behind you could see he was buff with silver chunky chain jewellery all over him and his luxurious silky long hairs in a messy man bun, oh you were dying to see his face.
as if god heard your thoughts suguru turn around his face and oh, the time seems to get stuck there, he was pretty, so, so...soo pretty and uncontrollably handsome, his eyes were like siren, maybe you weren't wrong about him being a siren, and he had so many piercings on his ear, eyebrow and lips too, a stand of his silky long hairs fall above his eyes making him look almost..magical, you almost lost it all when he flash you a angelic smile, but hey..there has a hint of smirk..maybe he's not as angelic as he looks huh.
"are you gonna just stand there and admire me, pretty girl? you could come closer and do that yknow", pet names? he's gonna be the death of you, and oh god the words left his mouth like a dengerous melody hitting your ears, but for god's sake you finally understood what he was saying, a hint of redness appeared on your cheeks at the realisation as you make your way to him and sat down on a chair infront of him, while looking down to avoid looking at his face or you did be lost again.
"hm that's a good girl, you listen well sweetheart, now tell me where and what tattoo you want". suguru spoke almost as if purring as he learn closer with his chin on his hand, while you were trying your best to not to look at his face, you took your phone and show him the tattoo you wanted.
"good choice, now where do you want it hm?". suguru said while cleaning and preparing his tattoo gun and inks. you took a deep breath and spoke out bluntly "i-i want it on my inner thighs".
"oh...yeah? i didn't think you to be that brave to get a tattoo there sweetheart, you looked too cute and tiny, but hey we shouldn't judge anyone by their looks huh, alright, lay there pretty girl and yeah remove your pants". he said as he gets into his place getting himself comfortable, spreading his meaty thighs. you gulped and took off ur jeans and got you swear you regret your decision wearing a transparent thong, you felt your burn as you lay on the chair and spread your thighs. your face burns more when you hear him whistle.
"damn sweetheart, looks like you came prepared huh, looks pretty on you but sadly, cause the transparent clothe i can see everything, i hope you don't mind" he chuckles and spread your soft pillowy thighs with his warm and big hands, he resure you when he felt you flinch cause of his touch.."it's ok pretty girl, hold tight yeah? ik it's your first time, it's gonna hurt a bit. you just gonna hafta trust me".
you nodded and close your eyes tightly as you get ready to feel the pain, while geto chuckles softy at your reaction and started to get into doing your tattoo, you don't know if he's doing it purposely but feeling his big, wam hands on ur inner thighs and his hot breath fanning against ur knees was doing a pretty great job distracting you from the pain.
after almost an hour and a half your tattoo was almost done, while admiring his face you noticed that while he was very focused on his work, his pink tongue poke out of his push pierced lips, and oh..you did notice something metel on his tongue, did he had a tongue piercing?..oh god now you can't thing about his tongue piercing poking your twitching cilt.
geto notice you tensed and ofc he could feel your burning eyes on himself, finally he look up at you as he place his tattoo gun down and gave you a smug grin,."why so tense sweetheart? like what you see hm?"..
"i-its not like that!..u-uh...do you..have pierced tongue cause..yk..uumh..i could see it so"..
geto rise his eyebrow and chuckle.."yeah? you noticed huh..well yes darling i do have a tongue piercing, but that's not the only place i have piercing, i have my ears, eyebrow, lips pierced but also..."
"a-also?.." you gulped down hard at his foxy grin, you almost lost it when he lean down near your ears with a hand on your thighs..
"my cock..you wanna see pretty girl?"
fuck
you lost it, you felt your panties getting drenched at the thought, you pressed your thighs together and before you could stop it a needy whimper left your lips
geto smirked at the sound and drag his hand even higher on your thighs.."oh...what was that sound princess? i guess you really wanna find out huh? it's ok pretty girl..you can see i don't mind"..
you bite your lips hard and you glare at his crotch.."b-but.."
geto let out a low purr.."no buts darling come here and see yeah?"..he chuckles and took your shaky hands and place them on his crotch.
"c'mon pretty girl, do it for me yeah?". you couldn't help but got some confidence at his encourage, with determination you started to pull down the zip of his black denim jeans, you soul almost left your body when his thick massive cock spring out from the open zip..and wait.. what's that metal thing on his pink, pretty tip?.. piercing!?!, no underwear? already this hard? cock piercing? rest in peace your pussy.
"o-oh..suguru, y-you so.." the words died in your throat as you gulped down thickly at the shear length of his meaty cock. suguru took a heavy sigh and learn back on his chair with thighs spread as he waits for you to explore your hands "i know pretty girl, I'm pretty big aren't i? now don't keep me waiting. wrap those pretty fingers around my cock, you wanna make me feel good don't you?"...".you bite your lips hard and nod, taking a deep breath. You wrap your fingers around his monstrous cock, or at least try to because your skimpy fingers can barely wrap around his cock fully.
But that doesn't stop you from dropping a thick glob of saliva on top of his cock and rubbing it all over, slicking it up before you slowly started to stroke him. You could hear some pretty noises from Suguru, but since your eyes were fixed on his cock, you couldn't see him. You lift your head to look at him while your hands do their job nonstop. And the view? Lewd. That's all you could say.
Suguru's long, luxurious hair was now flowing freely; his head was thrown back with closed eyes, and his hands were clutched tightly onto the chair. The sweet melody of deep groans, grunts, and moans left his mouth so beautifully, so prettily, that you could feel your pussy responding with a wet squelch from down there, throbbing pain fully.
You couldn't help but reach your free hand to rub your neglected clit from above your drenched panties. Suguru noticed that and chuckled, his voice husky from the pleasure. "Having some difficulties, pretty girl?..aww its ok I'll make it go away, lay down"
but you were too stubborn to listen so you kept jerking him off while rubbing your clit with the free hand, but suguru was just as stubborn as you're.
he held you hands and lift you up with ease and put you on his desk with your cheeks pressed against the wood and legs dangling, you let out a surprise d sequel and squirm."nngh, suguru what are you doing"
"hush, be quiet pretty girl I'm 'bout to devour my desert". too impatient to pull your panties down fully so he pull that drenched clothe aside enough to reveal your soaked throbbing cunt for his Hungry eyes.
you felt his glare dining holes on your poor pussy, making you feel somewhat insecure, so you squirm in your place trying to close you legs only to receive a spank on your round ass cheeks. "nngh suguuu" you mewl out loud.
"tch, be quiet sweetheart, you're squirming too much I'm tryna admire this pretty pussy before i eat it, but your being a very bad girl not letting me do it, so sit still like a good girl if you don't wanna end up with red ass instead." he said firmly trying to get you listen, that you do, so did your dripping pussy with a loud squelch..that didn't go derf in suguru's ears. " heh, look pretty girl, ya pretty pussy's so impatient, let's not keep her waiting..shall we?"
before you could even try to think if suguru was a munch he showed you he really was by driving in nose deep straight in your pussy, making filthy wet sounds mixed with your moans and grunts muffin by your pussy, you never actually saw a guy eating a pussy with so much enthusiasm nor enjoying it this much, hearing him feels like he's the one feeling pleasure, and oh, you can't deny he probably has a whole certificate for eating pussy this good, gosh..his long, warm, slippery tongue exploring every nook and canny on you dripping pussy as if he knew every place, sensitive spot in your pussy, and hell yeah he does, pushing his pierced tongue inside your clenching hole untill it reached you g-spot rubbing and swirling it with the most filthiest moan to ever exsist in mankind, you drool uncontrollably as the metal ball on his tongue rub continuously on your throbbing sensitive clit with every movement of the tip of his tongue inside your hole.
"f-fuck..m..mmh nngh..suguuuuu s-so good" you moan put too loud, head lolling back as you become more and more drunk on his tongue, suguru just giggle pussydrunkly against your soaked folds and grop ur ass cheeks, spreading them as he drives in deeper in your pussy."..mmm..what is it princess? my tongue feels that good?, i know it does pretty girl, you taste so good too..mmm.." he drag and thrust his tongue deeper and harder on your hole, his piercing metal ball was now inside, swirling everywhere. your teary eyes went deeper in your skill as you become more and more stupid on his skilled tongue.
finally after sometime of his tongue menstruation you felt a warm sensation in your lower belly while your poor pussy gets more and more sensitive, you reach a shaky hand behind and grop his long silky locks, tugging on it, pushing his face deeper, making him grunt almost animalistic "..ssh..suguuuu mmh..gonna cum nngh..more'. suguru hummed smugly and started to pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside your cunt while draging his thumb up, pushing it barely in ur cute, tiny anal, which he had a eye on all this time.
and unfortunately it was your last push before with a loud mewl you gush out your juices, which landed all over his face, soaking his pretty face with your squirt but he did catch some of it with his open mouth and swallow it happily with a proud smug.
after coming back from your high you turn your head back to see suguru licking his lips with a pussydrunk grin on his lips, you couldn't help but giggle at his condition.."suguuu if your done there licking come here and fuck me, need your cock now"..suguru just smirked smugly and lean back."nah uh princess, for that you have to come back to my shop again someday"..oh..you pout sadly afterall you really wanted his pretty pierced cock inside, but the deal wasn't bad you were definitely coming back in his shop for more tattoo..or i say cock..but wait-..
"suguru.. weren't you hard before you started to eat me out, what about your bonner?"
suguru grins mischievously and chuckles "oh pretty girl you don't have to worry about it, it's already taken care of"..
huh but when..oh..your eyes trail down to where his cock was standing proudly a few mins ago only to see his now half harden cock with cum all over his pants and thighs..
he came proudly while eating your sweet cunt out.
:3
Author:- oh god I'm so tired, this was so tiring to writeeee, my back hurts so bad
But have u thought about brat taming the ryomen sukuna
"yeah, fuck just like that..mm ya finally learning brat, heh". Your eyes twitched from above as you look down at the giant six foot five, smug bastard under you, a dirty grin placed on his lips as if he didn't got you bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it.
You scoff, hips stopping their rentless bouncing, as you sit still with your arms crossed over your sweaty bare tits. "kuna seriously?, atleast you could do is, act like this is doing something, your laying there watching as if you don't even feel anything at all!".
Sukuna just shrugs off like the nonchalant shit he is, and moves his hand so that they are resting under his head, in a relaxed posture. "Oh c'mon it's cute to see you struggle, afterall you finally took all of my dick after trying for goddamn hours, i was just enjoying the view, that's all".
"The least u can do is make some kind of noise, to encourage and show that ur actually enjoying this!, ur just laying there while I'm working my ass off!". Your voice raised a bit, as you turned your head to the side and roll ur eyes annoyedly. Gosh this was really getting into you.
"c'mon brat, it's not even a big deal, it's not like ur the best I had, like- don't get me wrong but I had my dick rode better, but it's alright, you're still learning". Even though what he said might sound reassuring, but you can't ignore the mocking edge of it, as if he is mocking you, challenging you, hell nah you weren't into those to back down, if he wants it like like, he will get it that way.
With dedication you shift your position so you were learning on him with your tits pressed against his own pecs and your back curving into a delicious arch, pressing his fat cock even deep inside ur womb, you can't help but let out a soft whimper, but that didn't stopped you from your goal, your hands reach up to grasp his throat, trying so grip as much you can in your much smaller hands compare to his large body proportions, you press down on his throat hard, not to hard to hurt him but hard enough to cut off air from his lungs slightly.
"what the-..hah fuck, woman the fuck you d-..nghh" sukuna was cut off by a embarrassing moan sliping from his kiss bitten lips as you started to grind your hips painfully slow, enough for his cock to slide in and out of your wet gummy walls with wet sounds.
For sukuna, sliping a moan was beyond embarrassing, you could see the pink blush starting to appear on his cheeks and ears as he bite on his lips and turns his head to the side, looking everywhere but at you, and oh.. you weren't having it, not after the humiliation .
You took his hands off his throat and hold his jaw with his instead, gripping it tight as you make him face you. sukuna couldn't help but glup at the cat-ish grin adoring your face in a rather.. seductive way, that has his cock throbbing inside your goey snag cunt.
You snort at the look on his face, fuck he already looks ruined, this is gonna be funnnnn. " Didn't think of you as a coward kuna, look at me while I ruin you, yeah?".
Sukuna greet his teeth so hard you swear, you could almost hear it, he felt oh..so humiliated, how could a, mortal small human challenge him? The king of curses, as if she could tame him or something, he was not getting it!.
"Woman, what do u think you're getting yourself into huh?, you think you're though and shit, you fucking br- fuuck..!" He was cut off both by you landing a hard slap on his cheeks, and the embarrassing loud whimper he let out at that, he was suddenly hit with the realisation, he immediately tried to push at your hips with a shaky hands, but oh sluty you, couldn't let that slip away.
You smack his hands away and pin him with your both hands firmly placed on top of his flushed chest as you started to move your hips, not slowly grinding this time, but actually bouncing on his cock at a blurring speed, lifting yourself up untill his tip was only inside them slamming down hard, your juices mixed with his pre dripping from your overstuffed hole to your quivering tight balls, sukuna hissed hard on that sensation, tears filling his eyes at the overwhelming feeling of your goey, gummy walls gripping his cock, milking him for all his worth.
As if all this wasn't enough, you decided to push his limit more, and stopped moving your hips again, now moving your hips in shallow small grinds only, not letting him reach the sweet high, oh..you were enjoying this soso much, only to hear a small sniffle with a soft whimper from under you, you look down and oh..oh the view is something you never imagined you'd get to see.
Sukuna was laying there with lips pulled in a cute pout, cheeks flushed and tears dripping down from them as he looks up at you pleading, you felt his shaky hands move to grip at ur plush doughy hips, large hands covering them completely. "P.. please..*sniff*..let me cum, w-wanna cum.. please". his voice was whiny, pleading, something you never expected to hear from a smug egoistic bastard like him, but here he is.
You couldn't help but leak a slick at the appearance of him, you started to move your hips again but, in a slow deep pace this time, wanting to savour this moment a little bit longer, leaning down, you grip his chin, pulling it down, parting his lips to spit a thick glob of saliva into it with a nasty *thwackkk!* Only to get shocked by sukuna suddenly filling your womb with thick, warm cum from inside with a loud growl, it felt like he kept cumming and cumming, like a endless fountain, filling your cunt up until it started to leak out.
Sukuna closed his eyes tightly, biting on his lips hard to stop embarrassing noises coming out of them, after few moments he finally calm down, and Opened his eyes, still panting from the hard orgasam. Only to face you smug expression, as if you have accomplished a mission, which maybe you had, embarassment hit sukuna hard, his face started to heat up as tried to collect himself and act tough again as of his cock isn't quivering from earlier.
"tch, hah..mm why ya.. looking at me like that woman". He said with a low voice, still collecting his breathe, you could only chuckle at his condition, and smirk, "oh kuna, don't play coy with me now, don't act as if you don't blow the biggest load to exist to mankind just from me slapping and spitting in your mouth, accept it, you like being tamed".
As much sukuna wants to disagree and throw you down on the mattress and fuck the attitude out of your, he knew deep down, you were right, he never know he could get this feral over this, hell this was the biggest load he had blown in his hundreds of years life.
He only let out a low "tch" and turn his head to the side, with a slight pout adoring his lips and flushed cheeks, only to get his head turned towards you with your hand gripping his jaw tightly.
You look at his face and lick your lips seductively, you look down at him with lust filled, low-lidded eyes."i haven't cum, so why don't you get on your knees and make me cum, or would you want me to slap you through it?"
Oh..
Sukuna looked up at you with slightly open mouth and heart eyes,
He might have found his queen of curses, who can keep him on his toes,
Worst of all, he loves every fucking second of it.
:3
Helloo, omg i hope u guys like this drabble -_-
I took a longgggg break didn't i, sorry for it (T-T)
Also I have changed my art style! Do u guys like it? Lemme know in the comments and pleaseeeeee sent req of fic ideas, i would appreciate that!
Summary: You wanted to buy a new pair of lingerie, and your sugar daddy wanted a taste in return.
"Ohmygod, Daddy, these are like, so pretty," you giggle, batting your lashes in the mirror, blowing a bubble that pops loud enough to echo. Your new acrylics tap against the glass as you adjust your tits in the lingerie he just bought you—lace so sheer your nipples show right through.
Gojo adjusts his sunglasses, smirking at your reflection. "Turn around. Show me the back."
You spin, giggling, ass jiggling in the thong. "Do you think I'm pretty? Like, do I look expensive?"
"So fucking expensive," he growls, and then he's on you, shoving you face-first against the mirror with his cock already grinding against your ass. You can hear the salesgirl chatting outside, heels clicking on tile.
"Wait, like, should we be—" you start, but he yanks your thong down and spanks you, sharp and loud.
"Did I say you could think?" he breathes, fingers sliding between your folds, making you gasp. "Just be pretty and take it, baby. Can you do that for Daddy?"
"Uh-huh," you moan, pushing your ass out, brain going fuzzy as he slams into you. The mirror fogs with your breath, your lipstick smearing as he pounds you, tits bouncing, blonde extensions getting pulled when he grips your hair.
"Louder," he commands, hand over your mouth to feel you moan. "Let them hear what a dumb, pretty little thing you are for me."
You scream when you come—high, breathless, totally mindless—and he follows, groaning against your neck.
"Good girl," he pants, fixing his slacks. "Now let's go show them your fucked-out smile."
how it feels putting characters i hold near and dear to my heart in the most excruciating, heartbreaking, and emotionally torturous situations possible. or porn scenarios
summer, a rather dreadful season for all involved.
the sweltering sun beat down on his shrine harsher than usual bringing news of an incoming heat wave from word of mouth.
servants ushered in and out changing spots for swaying the rectangular frame back and forth using a rope, like a makeshift fan hanging from the ceiling.
sukuna lounged with his arms and legs spread wide to lay off the heat with you curled up along his side.
you’d tried to get away from him, his body which (unfortunately for the season) was a natural heater. but sukuna would wrap a large hand around your ankle and pull you back.
every single time.
the day droned on and you were bored..so very bored.
you’d stripped down to the simplest clothes, a sheer linen barely wrapping your body while sukuna’s bottoms hung low over his hips, chest bare and widely decorated with tattoos.
and suddenly his hand was on your stomach rubbing there lazily.
you frowned, speaking through a pout “stop touching me it’s hot”
he just…ignored you? unbothered, sukuna continued to rub and pinch at your stomach.
“stay away from me, you-you furnace..”
furnace?!
hearing your words sukuna finally let go.
it was much too hot for him to be testing your patience, you brushed his hand off, turning away from him.
this was how you spent your days if sukuna wasn’t off ravaging..or whatever else he did. here in the shade away from the heat embraced by each other’s company.
you counted your breaths in silence, wondering when this unbearable sun would go down and when the servants may ready up a bath for you.
or well the two of you, since sukuna always insisted on joining even if it was much too hot and not enough cold water for the both of you.
it was times like these when you were frustrated by his 7 foot frame and to show this disdain you turned your neck back just to shoot him a glare.
just to make sure he wouldn’t reach for you again..
sukuna was stricken, you were being so mean for no reason, his heart hurt. he felt scolded by his own wife just from a single look, like a puppy left out to wilt in eternal sadness.
it was so unfair! this wasn’t his fault!
he was bored too and was it so bad to rub your stomach as a pass time? he couldn’t blame you for being agitated though, the heat was bad.
but he could make it up to you! he could! he just had to pull you back into his arms again, which he did..
you squirmed in his grasp, “don’t touch me!”
“listen to me”
“let me go! ryomen”
ryomen? full names..not even ryo or suki, your words hurt more than he’d thought they would.
nevertheless, he continued, “wife, just listen”
you stilled eyes shining towards the gift he presented you with.
“grapes!” you squealed, hanging onto sukuna’s arm and they looked so cool, an antidote for this heat.
sukuna plucked some, carefully dropping them one by one into your mouth, “how’s that?” he asked slowly rubbing your cheek and your back while your chewed.
so now you had no issue with him touching you?
refreshed by the sweet tangy taste on your lips you plucked some from the branch asking sukuna to open up and feeding him some back.
“they’re good right?” you waited for his response and he nodded.
“i looove them, give me more” you were quite literally enthralled by the grapes, too busy to even forget why you were cranky in the first place.
sukuna handed you the entire bowl, swatting your ass while you chomped away happily, distracted.
“atta girl”
firefly; currently laying down in the same state as them, wish i too had a sukuna to feed me yummy icy grapes
the king of curses rarely ever gave in, with his head held high and his chest taut with assertion there was simply no room for pliability.
for a gentle, softness.
not until the last ray of sunshine had long crept away from the shrine and creatures friend and foe alike had returned home to the sole respite of slumber.
it was only then, in the quiet of the night when the monster vanished.
leaving in his wake a gentle giant, one you’d come to love more if not equally than his usual harsh demeanor.
not with you, never harsh with you, but you saw it in others. the terror he evoked for them in comparison to his ability to mold to your wishes.
sukuna was not one to be soft, no, not until you were both in bed and you dared to leave his embrace.
awoken at midnight with your throat mysteriously parched, you hesitated before shifting in the brute’s grasp.
sukuna’s hands were grabbed onto your every part, two arms around your waist and one behind your head the other lay lazily on your thigh.
were any servant to walk in, (impossible, lest they wished to keep their heads) the possessiveness in his grasp on you would be unmistakable to read.
you placed both hands over his, barely covering any surface area due to the his sheer size, and tried to push.
the foundation was solid, you were locked in lovable shackles.
you peeped a look back over your shoulder, his crimson hair tickled your neck and his sets of eyes crinkled under your motion, then relaxed.
maybe even in his sleep, sukuna knew you would not be able to get away.
he made sure of that.
“sukuna..” you whispered slowly enunciating his name.
no response, but the grip on your waist loosened.
huh.
you moved finally to sit up. you reached out to the cup of water placed conveniently near your bed and took hasty sips. the cold water was an antidote for your thirst and surprisingly refreshing for the mind.
with a newfound wakefulness you braced to stand up only for an inked hand to grip your thigh, although not intended to be very strong, and halt your motion.
you looked back and the sight devastated you.
there he was, sukuna, your lover, your wedded lord, with his eyes open blearily heavily intoxicated from sleep and a look almost pleading for you to stop.
he whispered your name, his voice coming out rough around the edges and his grip tightened on your thigh, engulfing it entirely.
“what is it” you whispered back wrinkling your nose with a soft smile painted on your lips.
sukuna silently observed you, taking in everything: your slippers half-hazardly covering your feet, your night gown sliding off your shoulder, your hair a little messy and those eyes, your pretty twinkling eyes.
sukuna’s heart pinched.
heaven’s there had to be a limit to the ever encompassing love he had for his wife, it was simply unfair.
you cupped a hand on the side of your lips before saying “i’ll be back..”
sukuna watched in dismay as you again attempted to get away from him.
before you could even get a step out you were being pulled back by a force much, much stronger than you.
you tut disapprovingly, brushing him off with a light tap.
“it’ll take a minute”
sukuna hugged your back, shaking his head no and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. as much as his 7 foot frame could.
energized by his playful demeanor you harnessed your own, twisting in his grasp you face towards him and cup his face.
“sukuna” you say and he grumbles your name back at you.
“you won’t even know i’m gone”
and without pause,
“i will”
you hold back your giggle opting for a neutral expression.
“my lord, you’re being rather dependent on your poor wife”
“if that is what the situation demands, then so be it” sukuna rolls over, grunting from the movement and pulls you on top of him.
you pushed up at his chest, now with an apparent upper hand ready to appeal for your freedom.
sukuna’s hands rested on your lower back his thumb rubbing into the dip at your hip, eyes barely cracked open.
you brought your fingers up and rubbed his jaw absentmindedly, “i can’t sleep like this”
“why?”
“you haven’t shaved, your face is much too prickly” you teased.
and then ofcourse sukuna proceeded to rub his face against your cheek making you burst into a fit of giggles.
“stop!” you squealed.
you breathed hard, grinning down at your husband, “let me go”
“not in a million years”
you huffed, a stray piece of your hair flying up, the motions the brute had engaged you in making you dreary.
“alright” you fake yawned, “i surrender”
sukuna’s taut shoulders finally melted, the bed creaking under his weight as he let himself loose.
that’s when you cracked your eye open and in a blur of movements you were up and out of his hands. especially the one that almost grabbed onto your ankle.
almost.
you looked at him across the room, waving a finger at his loss.
and lost he was, sukuna with his defined chest highlighted by the moonlight and hair sprung in an unruly sort of direction.
like sweet temptation.
his lower hand motioned you to come closer.
you knew better.
but you stepped into his trap anyway.
firefly; computah! open tumblr right before a career defining exam, lets post a fic.
mdni. naoya zenin doesn’t care about women, and he doesn’t care at all for his servants. until you arrive and make him go insane over you. but jerking off to the thought of you is not enough anymore, but then a fever strikes.
content. creampie, breeding risk, size kink, degradation, titty slapping, cum, so much cum, i’m sorry i’m nasty, hair pulling, riding, cock-drunk because yes; 3.8k words
part one ✧ part two ✧ part three ✧ part four
naoya zenin has never been patient.
he’s sitting in the main hall, surrounded by the usual parade of dull elders in stiff hakama, droning about kyoto branch alliances and territory lines and some petty feud over some cursed tools he couldn’t give a shit about. his fingers drum against the table, distracted, because all he sees is you.
bent over your narrow futon, yukata shoved up to your waist, thighs spread wide, cunt dripping and clenching around nothing while you whimper his name. he imagines the way you’d gasp when he finally pushed inside—slow at first, just to feel you stretch—then hard and deep, hips snapping forward until the wet slap of skin on skin drowned out every other sound in the estate.
he pictures your back arching, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders, the way you’d sob when he hit that spot deep enough to make your legs shake.
his cock throbs painfully against the confines of his hakama. he shifts—barely—and the friction only makes it worse.
the elder across the table is still talking. something about supply routes. naoya hasn’t heard a word in ten minutes. he needs to get out of here. he needs to be in your room.
now.
he wants to pin you to the wall the second the door slides shut, yank your panties aside, and bury himself to the hilt in one thrust. he wants to fuck you until you’re crying, until your voice breaks on his name, until you’re so full of him that it leaks down your thighs when he pulls out just to push back in again. he wants to mark you until there’s no part of you that doesn’t smell like him, feel like him, remember him.
the meeting drags. another elder speaks. naoya’s vision swims at the edges—strange, because he hasn’t eaten since yesterday, but he doesn’t care. his skin feels too hot, too tight. sweat beads at his temple despite the cool air in the hall.
he clenches his jaw. he can wait. he has to wait. just a few more minutes and he can dismiss them, stalk to the servants’ wing, kick your door open, and take what’s been driving him insane for days.
the room tilts.
he blinks—hard.
“young master?”
the elder’s voice fades to something distant. naoya tries to stand but his knees buckle. he catches himself on the edge of the table. the room spins faster. black spots dance at the corners of his vision and his head pounds.
“naoya-sama? are you okay?”
he straightens, barely, and tries to push off the table. but then the world tilts and darkness swallows him whole.
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he wakes in fragments.
cool air on his face. the faint scent of cedar and yuzu. the low creak of wood. his chambers.
he’s on his futon with blankets tucked around him. his head pounds in time with his pulse and sweat clings to his skin, cold and clammy despite the fever heat still burning under it.
a soft rustle. he forces his eyes open. and then he sees you kneeling beside him, with your hair tied back and your expression pinched with worry. in your hands is a small porcelain basin of water and a folded white cloth.
you dip the cloth, wring it out and then lean forward. the cold press of damp fabric against his forehead makes him hiss.
“you’re awake,” you whisper. “you collapsed in the hall. the guards carried you here. i… i told them i’d stay with you.”
he tries to speak—manages only a rough croak. “how long?”
“a few hours. it’s past midnight.” you wet the cloth again, fold it and then press it back to his skin. “your fever spiked fast. i made willow bark tea. you should drink when you can sit up.” he reaches up and catches your wrist before you can pull the cloth away again. your eyes widen.
“why?” he mutters. “why stay?”
you blink. swallow. “because you’re sick,” you say simply, like it’s obvious. “and because… it’s you.” he holds your gaze—longer than he means to.
the fever makes everything feel distant and too close at once. your cool fingers against his burning skin. the faint scent of laundry soap and you. the way you don’t flinch under his stare, don’t look away even when his grip tightens on your wrist.
he wants to pull you down. wants to bury his face in your neck, breathe you in, take whatever comfort you’re offering and twist it into lust and something possessive. instead he lets his hand fall back to the futon—too weak, too tired.
“tea,” he croaks.
you nod and turn to pour the tea. you help him sit and he hates how much he needs it. hates how good it feels when your body presses close for that moment. he drinks—slow sips, grimacing at the taste—while you hold the cup steady.
when he finishes you take it away, set it aside, and want to get some more but he catches your hand again, almost gentle. “stay,” he says. not an order. not quite.
your breath catches. then you nod and settle beside him on the futon, knees tucked under you, hand still in his. his thumb brushes once over your knuckles, somewhat absent, like he’s testing the feel of it and watches you through the fever haze.
as you shift uncomfortably under his gaze and then move to adjust the damp cloth on his forehead, and the fabric of your yukata slips—just a fraction. the collar gapes open on one side and reveals the gentle curve of your shoulder.
you don’t notice at first. you’re focused on folding the cloth fresh, dipping it into the cool water and wringing it out. but then you feel his stare—hot, heavy, unblinking—and you freeze. your eyes flick to his. he doesn’t look away.
slowly, he lifts his free hand. fingers trembling faintly from the fever, but steady enough. he hooks one fingertip under the fallen edge of your yukata, right at the shoulder. the silk is thin, warm from your body. he drags it down, inch by agonizing inch, baring more of your shoulder, of your upper arm, the soft swell where breast meets chest.
the fabric pools at your elbow. cool air kisses your skin. your breath catches. “master naoya,” you whisper. “you’re sick. you need to rest—”
“i don’t care.” the words come out rough.
his hand doesn’t stop. he traces the newly bared skin with the backs of his knuckles, feeling the gooseflesh rise under his touch. your nipple pebbles beneath the remaining fabric; he can see the faint outline through the silk and swallows hard.
“i’ve wanted this,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “every fucking meeting. every boring hour. thinking about you under me. around me.” his fingers slide lower, hooking the edge again, tugging just enough to bare the top curve of your breast. “and now you’re here. and i’m burning up. and i still want you.”
your cheeks flush dark. you don’t pull the yukata back up. instead your hand—the one he’s holding—squeezes his fingers once, tentative.
“then let me,” you breathe.
he exhales, then his hand moves again—slipping the yukata fully off the other shoulder now. the silk falls down your arms, leaving your upper body bare to the cool night air and his hot gaze. your breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths; nipples tight under his stare. he cups one breast. thumb brushes the peak. you gasp and arch faintly into his palm. naoya groans low in his throat.
“beautiful,” he rasps. “fuck. you’re so—”
his hand squeezes gently, rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger in lazy circles. you shiver. he switches to the other, kneading gently, testing the soft weight, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger until it hardens further under his touch. your breath hitches every time he pinches and he drinks in the helpless sounds you make, the way your back arches like you can’t help it.
he takes his time. minutes stretch. the fever makes everything hazy and slow; there’s no urgency tonight, only this burning need to feel you, to map every inch he’s fantasized about while trapped in endless meetings.
“so soft,” he mutters. “been thinking about these for days. how they’d feel. how they’d look when i—”
he doesn’t finish. instead he drags his hand lower. slowly. fingertips tracing the underside of your breast, down across your stomach. he nudges the remaining fabric of your yukata aside with the back of his hand until it falls open completely. cool air hits more of your skin. you gasp and your thighs press together. but he doesn’t let them stay closed.
his palm slides between them, nudging them apart until your legs part for him. the heat of you radiates against his fingers before he even touches you. when he does—when two fingers glide along your slit—he finds you soaked. slick coats his fingertips instantly.
“already this wet,” he breathes, almost accusing. “just from me touching your tits?”
you bite your lip and try to stifle the moan that wants to escape. it doesn’t work. the sound slips out anyway when he parts your folds with two fingers and drags them up to circle your clit. slow. teasing. barely enough pressure to make you tremble.
“naoya—” your voice cracks on his name.
he groans at the sound and then he lets one fingertip slip inside. not deep. just the very tip, barely past the first knuckle. he doesn’t push further. he simply holds it there, letting you feel it without giving you more, while his thumb hovers over your clit—close enough that you can feel the warmth of it, but not quite touching.
your hips push forward, chasing him, wanting more of him, all of him—but he doesn’t let you have it. instead he curls his finger ever so slightly, then pulls back until only his fingertip rests at your entrance again and circles. in, barely, out, barely.
“naoya, please—” you say, embarrassed at how bad you want him.
“so fucking desperate,” he breathes. “dripping down my fingers before i’ve even really touched you, huh?”
he watches your face the entire time—eyes locked on yours—drinking in every inch you move, every moan, every time your hips roll in desperate circles trying to take more. but then he pulls his hand away and you whine at the loss.
“ride me,” he says. not an order exactly—more like a need he can’t hide anymore.
you hesitate for half a heartbeat, eyes flicking down to the very obvious bulge of him—a dark spot already blooming at the tip from how long he’s been hard—then back to his face.
he tilts his head slightly, studying you. “have you done this before?”
you swallow and nod once.
“then come here.”
he reaches down and tugs the tie of his yukata open. his cock springs free—thick, flushed dark at the head, veins standing out along the shaft, already leaking steadily from the slit. it twitches against his stomach the moment it’s exposed, a fresh bead of precum welling up and sliding down the underside.
he doesn’t touch himself this time, instead his hand returns to your hip, guiding you closer. “come,” he says. “ride me. slow. i want to feel every inch.”
your heart hammers so loud you’re sure he can hear it. you shift, mindful of how weak he still is, and straddle his hips, knees sinking into the futon on either side of him. the slick head of his cock brushes your inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail.
you reach down—fingers trembling—wrap them around his base and your breath catches. oh shit, he’s big. thicker than you imagined, veins throbbing under your palm, the head already slick and swollen. you tremble harder, guiding him slowly, heart pounding as the sheer girth presses against your entrance, stretching just the tip inside with a wet, burning pressure that makes your thighs shake.
“that’s it,” he breathes, hands settling on your hips. “take me.”
you sink down—slowly—feeling every thick inch stretch you open. naoya is so thick that the first real press of him makes your breath hitch sharp in your throat; your walls have to part around him inch by torturous inch, fluttering helplessly, trying to accommodate the blunt girth that feels impossible at first.
you tremble above him—thighs shaking, fingers digging into his shoulders for balance—unable to drop all the way down as the stretch burns sweet and overwhelming. you pause there, needing a long moment just to adjust, to let your cunt soften around the fat head and the thickest part of his shaft.
naoya groans low beneath you, head tipping back against the pillow while he feels every tiny clench, every flutter of you trying to take him. his hands settle on your hips as he watches you struggle so prettily.
“look at you,” he says. “shaking like a virgin all over again. can’t even take me properly yet, can you?”
each shallow lift and sink makes your breasts bounce gently, drawing his gaze like a magnet. he stares—unblinking, fever-bright—watching the way they sway with your careful movements. he smirks, even as his own breath stutters from the tight heat gripping him.
“bet your last lover never made you pause like this,” he murmurs. “probably had a little prick—barely filled you at all, did he? no wonder you’re trembling so hard now. poor thing’s never had anything this thick splitting her open.”
the words hit like a slap—hot shame and heat flooding your cheeks—but they only make your cunt clench harder around him. another inch slips inside on a wet, slick slide. naoya hisses through his teeth at the sudden squeeze, fingers digging into your hips.
“that’s it,” he breathes. “keep going. take your time. i want to feel every second of you struggling to fit me.”
you do—slow, agonizingly slow—lifting just enough to feel the drag of him along your walls before sinking back down another fraction. and naoya can’t tear his eyes away. his thumbs brush the undersides of your breasts now, teasing the sensitive skin while you work yourself lower, lower, until finally—finally—your ass meets his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt. you both freeze for a heartbeat, your cunt stretched wide around his thickness.
naoya’s head falls back again; a long, low groan rumbles from his chest. “fuck… there we go,” he mutters. “took me so well. look how pretty you are—sitting on my cock like you were made for it.”
his hands slide up—cupping your breasts again, thumbs flicking the nipples once, twice—making them bounce in his palms while you whimper and clench around him.
“now ride me,” he says. “slow. let me feel how tight that little cunt is.”
you start to move—tentative at first, hips circling, lifting only an inch or two before sinking back down—and naoya watches every second: your trembling thighs, your tits, the way your face twists with pleasure.
you slowly increase the pace and ride him harder, faster while he cups your breasts, thumbs flicking the swollen peaks once, twice, making them jiggle harder in his hands. then, without warning, he delivers a light slap to the underside of one—sharp enough to sting sweetly.
“keep going,” he rasps. another slap—this one to the other breast—lighter but deliberate, watching the way it jiggles and flushes under his palm. “look at these tits bouncing while you ride me. so fucking pretty.”
the sting blooms into heat; your cunt clenches hard around him in response. you whimper and pick up the pace just a fraction more, rolling your hips deeper, grinding down until your clit drags against his pelvis with every full drop. he slapped your tits again, then squeezed, then slapped once more—each sharp crack of his palm sending heat straight to your core.
naoya’s breathing turns harsher, chest rising and falling fast despite the fever. one hand stays on your tits while the other grips your hip now, helping you take him harder, faster. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the small room, mixing with your soft cries and his groans.
“fuck—take it,” he mutters, slapping the side of one breast again, watching it bounce and redden. “ride me like you mean it. milk me with that tight little cunt.”
you do—hips rolling faster now, thighs burning, cunt dragging around his thickness as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. your tits bounce with every descent—slapped, squeezed, tormented until they’re flushed and sensitive and aching in the best way.
naoya’s control frays. his hands leave your breasts to grip your waist, holding you down as he grinds up into you. despite the fever burning through him—skin slick with sweat, breaths coming too fast and shallow—his hips snap up with sudden, brutal force. he drives into you hard, deep, relentless—each upward thrust slamming in with a wet smack that echoes in the small room. the thickness of him stretches you wider on every stroke, the head battering against your cervix until your vision whites out at the edges.
a loud moan rips out of your throat, before you can clamp a hand over your mouth. fast, punishing, hips pistoning up from beneath you even as his body trembles with exhaustion and heat. every thrust forces another cry from you.
“quiet,” he growls through gritted teeth. “they’ll hear you—fuck—they’ll all hear how good my cock feels in you.”
you try. you really try. your free hand flies to your mouth, biting down on your knuckles, but another hard upward slam punches a muffled scream past your fingers anyway.
“can’t—can’t stop—” you gasp between moans, voice cracking. “too—too fast—naoya—” but he doesn’t slow down.
if anything he fucks up harder; bury him to the hilt over and over. your walls flutter and spasm around his thickness, clenching so hard he hisses through his teeth.
“let them hear,” he rasps. “let the whole fucking estate know who’s ruining this tight little cunt. who’s making you scream like this.”
another loud cry tears from your throat as he slams up deep, holding you down on him for a long second so you feel every throbbing inch buried inside. your thighs shake violently around his waist; slick drips down his shaft, coating his balls, soaking into the futon beneath him.
and you’re gone. cock drunk, mind melted, body nothing but a trembling vessel for him now. the last coherent thought you had shattered somewhere between the next brutal thrust and the way he held you pinned, forcing you to feel every thick, throbbing inch stretch and claim you. now there’s only heat, only fullness, only the relentless drag of him inside you as he keeps fucking up into your limp body.
you can’t fight it. can’t even try.
your arms hang useless and your head falls forward, hair sticking to your damp forehead, then back as another deep slam punches a moan from your throat. echoing off the thin walls like you don’t care who hears anymore—because you don’t. you’re too far gone to care.
“gonna—fuck—gonna come—”
you feel him everywhere. feel his cum everywhere when he comes. the first thick pulse hits deep—hot, heavy, flooding your core in a sudden rush. you feel it bloom inside: warm spurts coating your walls, painting every inch, filling the tight space until there’s nowhere left for it to go. another pulse follows—then another—each one throbbing against your sensitive inner walls, stretching you further.
feel his head press against your cervix with every spurt of his release until you can feel the excess already leaking out: slow, sticky trails seeping around his shaft where he’s still buried inside you, dripping down your inner thighs in warm strands.
and naoya doesn’t stop. even after he’s come, he keeps going. hips snapping up, using your slick, oversensitive cunt like it’s his personal fucktoy. your walls flutter weakly around him—too exhausted to clench properly—but still so wet, so open, so perfectly ruined for him.
“look at you,” he mutters. one hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise; the other slides up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back so he can see your face—eyes glassy, mouth slack, drool slipping from the corner of your lips. “fucked dumb already. just a pretty little doll for me to use.”
he exhales roughly through his nose.
then he moves.
strong hands grip your waist and flip you, dropping you face-down onto the futon. your cheek presses into the damp fabric; breasts flatten beneath you; ass lifts instinctively as he manhandles your hips up just enough. he doesn’t give you time to brace.
he drives back in—hard, deep, brutal—one long, punishing thrust that buries him to the hilt again. the thick length forces its way through your already cum-stuffed cunt; the pressure is obscene. his earlier release gets pushed out around his shaft in a sudden, messy gush. it leaks out in spurts, splattering wetly against your inner thighs, dripping down onto the floor in fat, sticky drops.
but he doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow. just keeps fucking into you like he’s trying to carve himself deeper, like he wants to fuck his release right back inside until there’s no room left for anything else.
naoya’s mind fractures in the haze between thrusts—fever thoughts cutting through the lust.
an illegitimate child.
the words surface unbidden, the way they always do when his body betrays him with want instead of control. a brat with his blood and your softness. no name, no clan standing, just another stain the elders would use to sharpen their knives against him. scandal. weakness. proof he couldn’t keep his cock in his pants around a servant girl.
unfortunate.
dangerous.
he should stop. should pull out. should spill on your back, your stomach, anywhere but deep inside where it could take root.
but he doesn’t.
he can’t.
not when your cunt is feeling so good around him—greedy, slick, milking every drop he’s already given you like it’s starving for more. not when the wet squelch of his cock plunging back into the mess he’s made is the most perfect sound he’s ever heard. not when your body trembles beneath him—limp, cock-drunk, ass raised just enough for him to drive deeper—and every sob that spills from your swollen lips is a plea he can’t ignore.
fuck the risk.
fuck the consequences.
right now the only thing that matters is the heat of you wrapped around him, the way your walls spasm every time he bottoms out, the obscene splash of his cum being forced out only to be fucked right back in with the next deep thrust.
he wants to keep filling you.
keep marking you.
keep claiming every inch until there’s no part of you that doesn’t drip with him.
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