won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?

fae ♡ 25. longtime lurker and aspiring creative

[flirtingfawn]

ᥫ᭡. ⋮ ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 .ᐟ 𝓁ℯℴ𝓃 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 .ᐟ

⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. 𝟏𝟖+. fingering. squirting. daddy kink. 𝟹.𝟿𝓀

baby pink lace hangs out of the back pocket on leon’s jeans. it’s where all of your delicate panties end up once the sun begins to set and leon has dropped to his knees right in front of the couch. your inspection is like clockwork, just a part of your daily routine, and secretly, you think it’s leon’s favourite time of the day

“you gonna let me see her, sweetheart?” he mumbles when your thighs press firmly together and hide what he desperately wants to see. his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and settle into the crook of your bent knees but he doesn’t forcefully separate your legs, like he could do so easily, until you’re ready

the tone of his voice makes you whimper as you slump further into the crease between the couch cushions, causing your ankle to bump against leon’s jaw. he presses a soft kiss above the hem of your sock and watches as you nod in response to his question before you sink your teeth into your bottom lip 

“words, use them,” leon orders, though his tone stays gentle. his fingertips squeeze your legs, dimpling into your skin as not only a reminder that he’s waiting but a tender reassurance that although he’s giving you instructions, he’s not mad that you forgot to give him a verbal answer, “need t’hear it, baby,”

“yes,” you whisper promptly but much to your dismay leon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head. confusion knits across your forehead as he cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you and it takes a second but once you get it, your cheeks flush, “oh—yes, daddy,”

leon chuckles at the deepened shade of red that paints across your face, “good girl,” he drawls, knowing that it’ll only make you get hotter underneath the surface of your skin. he separates your thighs slowly and with ease, letting them fall apart while he leans forwards to drag his lips over your body 

he starts at the side of your kneecap and works downwards, pressing soft kisses all the way down to your hip. a gasp catches in your throat as his warm breath fans over your bare pussy but he pays you no attention—not there at least—before he grazes his teeth over the inside of your other thigh

it’s not sharp or at all painful and yet, you jump and instinctively reach down to weave your fingers into his hair. leon knows what he’s doing and knows exactly how to rise a reaction out of you so when he pulls back to kneel between your thighs, he’s smirking something filthy and clearly very pleased with himself 

his palms push against your thighs, shoving them all the way back until the upper part of your legs are flush against your ribcage—a position you weren’t aware that you could be put into until leon came into your life. with your thighs parted, your pussy spreads wide with a little slick sound that makes leon grunt 

“fuck—there she is,” he groans fondly as his eyes flicker down to your core. his pupils blow wide and the blue of his eyes darkens with lust while his tongue darts between his lips. from your point of view, he looks like an animal admiring his prey, like he’s going to ruin you and swallow whole and knowing him, he just might

a whine erupts in your chest as you squirm under his gaze. you feel exposed, more than you ever have done before, but never once do you feel uncomfortable—leon always makes sure of it. his affinity for you and your body is one thing but his attraction to his inspections is another and it’s highly contagious 

heat blooms throughout your cunt and it’s very closely followed by the tell-tale warmth of slick that pools inside of and then overflows from your clenching hole. you moan breathily as you feel it trickle down your skin and watch as leon’s eyes track it until it soaks into the couch cushions beneath your ass 

“wet already—i haven’t even done anything yet,” leon hums a lie that causes you to wriggle. he has done something, he’s always doing something that has your cunt dripping with want. in fact, he could probably do nothing at all and you would still find yourself soaking—you’re just perpetually wet with him in your life

“have,” you correct him with a huff that’s petulant and annoying, though you can’t find it within yourself to care as your fingertips curl into the roots of his hair and tug. it’s a barely there pull and leon doesn’t really react to it but the second you do it, you regret it and know full well that you’ll pay for it later one way or another 

however—for now—leon ignores your touch to give you his own. against the most outer parts of your pussy, leon’s thumbs stroke outwards, stretching you even wider for his viewing pleasure. his eyes focus on your clit for a moment while it throbs and then flit down to your hole before he starts to blow cool air over you

it breezes up and down the center of your cunt slowly and in a straight line that connects his two main points of interest. bumps scatter over your thighs as a shiver runs the length of your spine and makes your entire body shudder, which is strange because you’re practically sweating with anticipation 

leon puffs even more cold air over you as he whistles low, “she’s real pretty, sweetheart,” he says, low and much too calm considering that his intense stare is directed right to where you’re clenching in a—so far, futile—attempt to entice him into doing something—anything

“yeah?” you breathe eagerly, indulging in his praise while actively searching for more. sometimes leon calls you greedy for it but the way it makes your brain fizzle with a pleasant sort of static is addictive. he knows just what to say and when to say it, knows exactly what you need to hear to keep you pliant and docile underneath him, so really, it’s all his fault that you want more

“yeah—prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen,” leon reiterates and before you have the chance to react, he dips forwards and wraps his lips around your clit in a sloppy—but fleeting—kiss. you hiss through gritted teeth as your thighs try to snap shut but leon is much faster than you

his extensive training works wonders for your sex life. he can predict when you’re going to move and can very easily prevent it before you’ve even managed to register that you're moving. his hands grab at your thighs, holding them in place against the couch, even as you writhe against him 

“don’t you dare—keep them there,” he orders whilst digging his fingertips into you harshly enough to leave small dotted bruises that you’ll find for days to come. he jerks his head away from your touch afterwards, prompting your hands to fall out of his hair, “hold them open—now, angel,” he huffs 

your whine gets ignored but you know better than to test his patience and so, your hands slide around your thighs and then slot into the backs of your bent knees—where leon’s hands were earlier—to do exactly as he says without a single complaint but definitely with a frown that’s very pointed 

after a moment of silence, a test that you pass with flying colors, leon  spreads your cunt wide again. his attention returns to your clit, that’s now covered in a glistening sheen of his spit, “bet she aches—huh—throbbing like that,” he purrs and ever so gently ghosts the pad of his thumb against you 

the simple sensation it creates causes your body to tense up and then relax back into it just as quickly while you hum a sound that’s something vaguely agreeable. your jaw hangs open and your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you indulge in the back and forth sweep of his thumb but then, it stops abruptly 

“words—i won’t tell you again,” leon warns 

“yes—fuck—yes, it aches so bad,” you blurt out through a moan that must satisfy him at least a little bit because his thumb settles back over your clit and starts to rub in little circles. your back arches away from the couch and another wave of slick spills from your hole to add to the puddle that’s growing under you 

“mhmm,” leon hums, laced with a faux type of contemplation that he often uses during his inspections, “that’s normal—especially since she’s so needy,” he mumbles under his breath and begins to take the circles wider and really draw them out whilst applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll back 

pleasure seeps through your veins and burns at the tip of every nerve ending that your body contains. short gasps and whimpers fall from the tip of your tongue and echo in the space around you while leon’s fingertips press deeper and circle ever so slightly faster above your steadily pulsing hole 

“she likes that,” leon observes when his eyes flicker down to see the evidence of your arousal, “what about this?” he murmurs as he takes your clit between his forefinger and thumb and pinches softly. a choked sob pulls from your throat and your thighs tremble against your palms—just more displays of your arousal for leon’s consideration, “good—and this?” 

every day—every single day—leon carries out the exact same inspection meticulously. the same routine, the same tests, and still, when his palm strikes your clit in a tame slap, it makes you flinch. by now, you should’ve learnt to expect it—you should remember it—but you never do. it always catches you off guard 

“fuck—oh my god,” you yelp as the spank stings your sensitive clit in the most satisfying way. your nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, creating half moon indents that’ll definitely hurt when your hand eventually shifts but you don’t care when leon soothes your twitching clit with a gentle kiss that makes you whine 

tears flood your waterlines and blur your vision of the older man, “perfect—as usual,” he hums as the shadowed shape of him leans to one side. you can’t see him properly but you can still feel his touch while he lightly bites your calf muscle and then relieves it with a kiss, “let’s see what else my girl has f’me,” 

leon’s thumb traces slowly downwards from your clit, eliciting your disgruntled whines over the loss of his touch against your demanding bundle of nerves. the presence of his thumb hovers over you and it’s dizzying to know that he’s so close but still not quite there. you could beg, could prove to him that you are greedy and insatiable but leon is already well aware 

he circles your hole slowly, outlining the thin and sensitive skin that has pulled taut with how wide your thighs are still stretched. your eyes clench and squeeze a fresh wave of tears over your cheeks while the breath in your lungs expels itself in a wobbly half whimper and half sob 

“she’s needy too?” leon coos, dripping with what anyone else would mistake for sympathy. it’s not that, it’s never that because it’s said with a smirk and a telling sparkle in his eyes. he’s loves watching you become ruined underneath him and as you do, you almost miss that he asked you a question

“oh god—yes,” you cry out as the slide of his thumb gets easy with the copious amount of slick that you have to offer. your pussy contracts with him that close to where you want him and slick coats his knuckles and fingertips, letting him inadvertently smear it across your thighs whilst his thumb orbits you

“god damn—pretty fuckin’ girl,” leon growls mostly to himself and whether he’s talking about you as a whole or just your cunt—you don’t know and you don’t care to ask, you whimper all the same anyway, “so messy and it’s all for me,” he groans and this time, he’s not asking, he’s stating—he knows it’s for him

still though, you answer, “all for you—always for you,” 

“yeah—i know angel,” leon chuckles at you working yourself into a state, even though he’s the culprit of it all. both of his thumbs brush against your pussy and set your body alight as he uses them to hold your hole open and make it gape, “bet she tastes real fuckin’ sweet too,” he adds, although it’s not an afterthought, while he licks his lips. animal. prey. 

you nod frantically. it’s all you can do as you fight the urge to let go of your thigh and pull him face first into your pussy with your fingers twisted deep into the roots of his hair. the mere thought of his tongue against you makes your hole weep and leon watches it happen as you watch cogs turn in his brain and then, he loses the battle he’s having within himself and dives in

he laps at your entrance like a—well, like an animal. it’s sloppy and messy, there’s no grace to any of it. he moans into you like he truly has just tasted the sweetest thing he has ever come across while your back curves and your fingertips struggle to find purchase against your thighs that so desperately want to clamp down around his head as he licks a stripe up to your clit 

around his mouth and the prickly stubble that covers his jaw is shiny with your slick and you can see it pooling on his tongue where he’s gathered it up just before he spits it lazily over your clit and watches it drip back down to your hole, “knew it—she’s always so sweet f’me,” leon grunts

each word is accentuated with a lick and a peck to your clit that rages a wildfire around your spine and winds the coil in your stomach a little bit tighter. it’s like electricity zapping through your body but it’s still nowhere near enough to satisfy you and you’re too far gone to think any less of yourself for begging 

“please—it hurts,” you sniffle pathetically as the space between your scalp and brain fills with cotton wool and clouds that refuse to let your thoughts make it to your mouth in one piece. leon appears to get it though, his eyebrow raises and one of his thumbs returns to slipping around your hole

“poor thing,” leon coos—no, teases—as he reverses the motion he’s doing to go the other way, “where does it hurt—can you tell me?” he asks and reaches up to swipe tears from your cheek with a knuckle on his freehand, “does it hurt here?” he questions, pressing the pad of his thumb deeper into your rim

your head shakes and your breath hitches. whilst what he's doing feels incredible, it’s not where the ache is beginning to tighten and pull at your muscles, “ah—okay—maybe here then,” leon murmurs and before your brain can work out what he said, his thumb pushes past your entrance and slides into your heat 

you make a noise—a moan, a yelp, a sob, any guess is as good as yours—over the sudden intrusion. there’s no familiar stretch and he’s still far away from the ache but it’s something, “deeper, i need—please go deeper,” you sob as leon shallowly thrusts his thumb into you, barely pulling out and barely going any further 

“ungrateful,” leon sighs and snatches his hand back, making his thumb slip free of your body with a wet pop. you want to wail and thrash as he takes the feeling that was dulling the ache with him but you can’t whilst you try your hardest to keep hold of your legs and keep air steadily filtering into your lungs 

“no—no, i’m just—daddy,” you stumble over your words and blink rapidly to clear your vision to be able to see him properly. your eyes burn and your cheeks are starting to get sore and you’re at the end of your tether with his teasing, “please—daddy—it hurts, need you to fix it, ple—”

your desperate ramble gets cut off and morphs into a strained mewl while your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums as two of leon’s thick fingers slide into your cunt with no preamble. you clench around him on instinct, trying to trap him there and suck him deeper—even though you can feel his knuckles against you 

the stretch that you so badly missed earlier comes now in an all consuming ignition that makes your eyes pinch shut and your lips form into a silent—oh. when your eyes eventually open, you jerk in surprise because leon is standing above you, hovering with his free hand clutching the back of the couch and his knees pressing into the backs of your thighs, nudging your hands away roughly 

“this what you wanted—did i find the ache, sweet girl?” he growls while your hands yank at his shirt to pull him lower over you. his fingertips curl deep inside of you to find that soft spot that only he can reach and can treat so well and when he finds it, he strokes against it—hard, “go on, answer me,”

wholeheartedly—you’d love to but you can’t. your jaw hangs and your eyebrows furrow as the air gets punched out of your lungs with every drag of his fingers. you can feel him in your stomach, up in your chest and everywhere else as you blink up at him and shake with your sobs—you’re ruined and it makes leon grin

breathy moans make your chest heave as the room around you fills with the sound of your sloppy cunt accommodating leon’s fingers as they start to plunge in and out of your pussy. with every thrust, he nails his fingertips against the ache that’s dull and bruising but so—so—good that all you can do is turn into a whimpering, whining mess underneath him

“oh—i know,” leon purrs when your eyes search his, “look how well she’s taking me angel, s’like she was made just for me,” he drawls with a voice that’s like honey while he lets you pull him even closer until the tips of your noses bump together, “perfect fuckin’ cunt on a perfect fuckin’ girl—fuck,” 

leon tilts his head before he’s finished talking and crushes his mouth against yours, causing his last word to muffle somewhere in between you and him as he gives you a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. it’s not supposed to be a good kiss—far from it in fact. it’s raw and instinctual. an animal and his prey. 

your chin tips up to chase him into it as he laps over your bottom lip and then licks messily over the underside of your tongue before he pulls back and puts just inches of space between you, “stick it out—shit—yeah, just like that,” leon huffs when your tongue lolls out so that he can spit into your mouth 

he tastes like you. he tastes like your slick and your arousal and you didn’t realise it when he was kissing you but you realise it now as your head tips back and you moan wantonly. molasses replaces your veins, making your limbs heavy and your eyelids pull down until they’re closer to being shut than open but all you care to see is leon above you and that’s enough 

a gasp catches in your throat as his thumb sweeps over your clit in time with the unrelenting thrust of his fingers. the pace he’s set it unlike any other and if you use every bit of focus that you have left, you can see the veins in his arms popping and protruding from his tanned skin—it makes your mouth water 

“m’gonna need you to come, sweetheart,” leon pants as his eyes flicker down to the bulge in his jeans. he’s rock hard and straining against the denim but he never touches himself until he’s made you come—at least—once, “gotta make sure she can still take it—yeah?” he asks, though you know it’s not up for debate 

leon’s patience is thinning to a place where it’ll be beyond repair and truthfully, so is yours. his ask isn’t a big one, not when you consider the fact that every curl of his fingertips, every thrust of his fingers, every filthy wet sound that follows them, is hurtling you towards the edge of your orgasm 

he knows that though. he can feel the clench of your pussy and how your heartbeat thrums through it. he can feel your clit throb and twitch underneath the pad of his thumb and if that wasn’t enough, he can see your half lidded eyes and hear your moans as they come in quicker succession than they did before 

there’s something else though. something deep inside of you that has been building patiently through all of his touches. it’s a hot pit that pushes back against his fingertips as he seats them ever so deep inside of you and furiously makes a—come here—motion which pushes you right to the edge and almost shoves you right off of it 

your eyes blow wide and you scramble to sink your hands into the couch cushions to push the top half of your body up. the new position puts leon’s fingers at a slightly different angle, one that feels better than anything else you’ve ever felt and one that has you choking on a gasp that doesn’t let you get your words out 

“there it is—come sweetheart,” leon groans to finish you off. his words are distant as you willingly jump from the edge and tip your forehead against his chin. searing white flashes behind your eyelids and your eardrums thump while your cunt spasms around his fingers that don’t stop pressing upwards 

whatever he’s recklessly searching for, he must find with the flood of warmth that gushes from your pussy, “there—just like that—‘atta girl,” leon murmurs into your hair, still distant, as you keen and cry out but leon doesn’t stop even then and when your eyes flutter open with a struggle, you see exactly why 

the front of his jeans is soaked and the denim is stained darker from the seemingly never ending stream that he’s prying from your body like his life depends on it. your orgasm is starting to wane and overstimulation is lingering and waiting to pounce but you can’t stop, now now and not when leon growls 

“more—more—keep going,” he orders and your body begins to vibrate. you clamp down around him like a vice as your whimpers become nothing but a scratch in the back of your throat. it could be seconds, minutes or even hours of him wringing you dry but eventually, you have nothing left to give and finally, it ends, “good girl—did so fucking good,” leon whispers 

your body sags back into the couch with a thud and your thighs don’t even have the strength left to pull together, leaving your swollen cunt on display for leon while he carefully withdraws his soaking wet fingers. your body is a live wire but your brain has long since switched off and everything feels right, it feels good. even when leon slaps your pussy and utters,

“now—let’s see if she can do that around my cock,”

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[cherrryblossomsz]

this has legitimately changed my life. every ovulation cycle i come back to this beautiful fic and i swear to god it brings tears to my eyes

[sunsetagain]

Stayrus sleeping like Toothless lives rent free in my head.

[flirtingfawn]

ᥫ᭡. ⋮ ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 .ᐟ 𝓁ℯℴ𝓃 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 .ᐟ

⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. 𝟏𝟖+. fingering. squirting. daddy kink. 𝟹.𝟿𝓀

baby pink lace hangs out of the back pocket on leon’s jeans. it’s where all of your delicate panties end up once the sun begins to set and leon has dropped to his knees right in front of the couch. your inspection is like clockwork, just a part of your daily routine, and secretly, you think it’s leon’s favourite time of the day

“you gonna let me see her, sweetheart?” he mumbles when your thighs press firmly together and hide what he desperately wants to see. his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and settle into the crook of your bent knees but he doesn’t forcefully separate your legs, like he could do so easily, until you’re ready

the tone of his voice makes you whimper as you slump further into the crease between the couch cushions, causing your ankle to bump against leon’s jaw. he presses a soft kiss above the hem of your sock and watches as you nod in response to his question before you sink your teeth into your bottom lip 

“words, use them,” leon orders, though his tone stays gentle. his fingertips squeeze your legs, dimpling into your skin as not only a reminder that he’s waiting but a tender reassurance that although he’s giving you instructions, he’s not mad that you forgot to give him a verbal answer, “need t’hear it, baby,”

“yes,” you whisper promptly but much to your dismay leon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head. confusion knits across your forehead as he cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you and it takes a second but once you get it, your cheeks flush, “oh—yes, daddy,”

leon chuckles at the deepened shade of red that paints across your face, “good girl,” he drawls, knowing that it’ll only make you get hotter underneath the surface of your skin. he separates your thighs slowly and with ease, letting them fall apart while he leans forwards to drag his lips over your body 

he starts at the side of your kneecap and works downwards, pressing soft kisses all the way down to your hip. a gasp catches in your throat as his warm breath fans over your bare pussy but he pays you no attention—not there at least—before he grazes his teeth over the inside of your other thigh

it’s not sharp or at all painful and yet, you jump and instinctively reach down to weave your fingers into his hair. leon knows what he’s doing and knows exactly how to rise a reaction out of you so when he pulls back to kneel between your thighs, he’s smirking something filthy and clearly very pleased with himself 

his palms push against your thighs, shoving them all the way back until the upper part of your legs are flush against your ribcage—a position you weren’t aware that you could be put into until leon came into your life. with your thighs parted, your pussy spreads wide with a little slick sound that makes leon grunt 

“fuck—there she is,” he groans fondly as his eyes flicker down to your core. his pupils blow wide and the blue of his eyes darkens with lust while his tongue darts between his lips. from your point of view, he looks like an animal admiring his prey, like he’s going to ruin you and swallow whole and knowing him, he just might

a whine erupts in your chest as you squirm under his gaze. you feel exposed, more than you ever have done before, but never once do you feel uncomfortable—leon always makes sure of it. his affinity for you and your body is one thing but his attraction to his inspections is another and it’s highly contagious 

heat blooms throughout your cunt and it’s very closely followed by the tell-tale warmth of slick that pools inside of and then overflows from your clenching hole. you moan breathily as you feel it trickle down your skin and watch as leon’s eyes track it until it soaks into the couch cushions beneath your ass 

“wet already—i haven’t even done anything yet,” leon hums a lie that causes you to wriggle. he has done something, he’s always doing something that has your cunt dripping with want. in fact, he could probably do nothing at all and you would still find yourself soaking—you’re just perpetually wet with him in your life

“have,” you correct him with a huff that’s petulant and annoying, though you can’t find it within yourself to care as your fingertips curl into the roots of his hair and tug. it’s a barely there pull and leon doesn’t really react to it but the second you do it, you regret it and know full well that you’ll pay for it later one way or another 

however—for now—leon ignores your touch to give you his own. against the most outer parts of your pussy, leon’s thumbs stroke outwards, stretching you even wider for his viewing pleasure. his eyes focus on your clit for a moment while it throbs and then flit down to your hole before he starts to blow cool air over you

it breezes up and down the center of your cunt slowly and in a straight line that connects his two main points of interest. bumps scatter over your thighs as a shiver runs the length of your spine and makes your entire body shudder, which is strange because you’re practically sweating with anticipation 

leon puffs even more cold air over you as he whistles low, “she’s real pretty, sweetheart,” he says, low and much too calm considering that his intense stare is directed right to where you’re clenching in a—so far, futile—attempt to entice him into doing something—anything

“yeah?” you breathe eagerly, indulging in his praise while actively searching for more. sometimes leon calls you greedy for it but the way it makes your brain fizzle with a pleasant sort of static is addictive. he knows just what to say and when to say it, knows exactly what you need to hear to keep you pliant and docile underneath him, so really, it’s all his fault that you want more

“yeah—prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen,” leon reiterates and before you have the chance to react, he dips forwards and wraps his lips around your clit in a sloppy—but fleeting—kiss. you hiss through gritted teeth as your thighs try to snap shut but leon is much faster than you

his extensive training works wonders for your sex life. he can predict when you’re going to move and can very easily prevent it before you’ve even managed to register that you're moving. his hands grab at your thighs, holding them in place against the couch, even as you writhe against him 

“don’t you dare—keep them there,” he orders whilst digging his fingertips into you harshly enough to leave small dotted bruises that you’ll find for days to come. he jerks his head away from your touch afterwards, prompting your hands to fall out of his hair, “hold them open—now, angel,” he huffs 

your whine gets ignored but you know better than to test his patience and so, your hands slide around your thighs and then slot into the backs of your bent knees—where leon’s hands were earlier—to do exactly as he says without a single complaint but definitely with a frown that’s very pointed 

after a moment of silence, a test that you pass with flying colors, leon  spreads your cunt wide again. his attention returns to your clit, that’s now covered in a glistening sheen of his spit, “bet she aches—huh—throbbing like that,” he purrs and ever so gently ghosts the pad of his thumb against you 

the simple sensation it creates causes your body to tense up and then relax back into it just as quickly while you hum a sound that’s something vaguely agreeable. your jaw hangs open and your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you indulge in the back and forth sweep of his thumb but then, it stops abruptly 

“words—i won’t tell you again,” leon warns 

“yes—fuck—yes, it aches so bad,” you blurt out through a moan that must satisfy him at least a little bit because his thumb settles back over your clit and starts to rub in little circles. your back arches away from the couch and another wave of slick spills from your hole to add to the puddle that’s growing under you 

“mhmm,” leon hums, laced with a faux type of contemplation that he often uses during his inspections, “that’s normal—especially since she’s so needy,” he mumbles under his breath and begins to take the circles wider and really draw them out whilst applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll back 

pleasure seeps through your veins and burns at the tip of every nerve ending that your body contains. short gasps and whimpers fall from the tip of your tongue and echo in the space around you while leon’s fingertips press deeper and circle ever so slightly faster above your steadily pulsing hole 

“she likes that,” leon observes when his eyes flicker down to see the evidence of your arousal, “what about this?” he murmurs as he takes your clit between his forefinger and thumb and pinches softly. a choked sob pulls from your throat and your thighs tremble against your palms—just more displays of your arousal for leon’s consideration, “good—and this?” 

every day—every single day—leon carries out the exact same inspection meticulously. the same routine, the same tests, and still, when his palm strikes your clit in a tame slap, it makes you flinch. by now, you should’ve learnt to expect it—you should remember it—but you never do. it always catches you off guard 

“fuck—oh my god,” you yelp as the spank stings your sensitive clit in the most satisfying way. your nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, creating half moon indents that’ll definitely hurt when your hand eventually shifts but you don’t care when leon soothes your twitching clit with a gentle kiss that makes you whine 

tears flood your waterlines and blur your vision of the older man, “perfect—as usual,” he hums as the shadowed shape of him leans to one side. you can’t see him properly but you can still feel his touch while he lightly bites your calf muscle and then relieves it with a kiss, “let’s see what else my girl has f’me,” 

leon’s thumb traces slowly downwards from your clit, eliciting your disgruntled whines over the loss of his touch against your demanding bundle of nerves. the presence of his thumb hovers over you and it’s dizzying to know that he’s so close but still not quite there. you could beg, could prove to him that you are greedy and insatiable but leon is already well aware 

he circles your hole slowly, outlining the thin and sensitive skin that has pulled taut with how wide your thighs are still stretched. your eyes clench and squeeze a fresh wave of tears over your cheeks while the breath in your lungs expels itself in a wobbly half whimper and half sob 

“she’s needy too?” leon coos, dripping with what anyone else would mistake for sympathy. it’s not that, it’s never that because it’s said with a smirk and a telling sparkle in his eyes. he’s loves watching you become ruined underneath him and as you do, you almost miss that he asked you a question

“oh god—yes,” you cry out as the slide of his thumb gets easy with the copious amount of slick that you have to offer. your pussy contracts with him that close to where you want him and slick coats his knuckles and fingertips, letting him inadvertently smear it across your thighs whilst his thumb orbits you

“god damn—pretty fuckin’ girl,” leon growls mostly to himself and whether he’s talking about you as a whole or just your cunt—you don’t know and you don’t care to ask, you whimper all the same anyway, “so messy and it’s all for me,” he groans and this time, he’s not asking, he’s stating—he knows it’s for him

still though, you answer, “all for you—always for you,” 

“yeah—i know angel,” leon chuckles at you working yourself into a state, even though he’s the culprit of it all. both of his thumbs brush against your pussy and set your body alight as he uses them to hold your hole open and make it gape, “bet she tastes real fuckin’ sweet too,” he adds, although it’s not an afterthought, while he licks his lips. animal. prey. 

you nod frantically. it’s all you can do as you fight the urge to let go of your thigh and pull him face first into your pussy with your fingers twisted deep into the roots of his hair. the mere thought of his tongue against you makes your hole weep and leon watches it happen as you watch cogs turn in his brain and then, he loses the battle he’s having within himself and dives in

he laps at your entrance like a—well, like an animal. it’s sloppy and messy, there’s no grace to any of it. he moans into you like he truly has just tasted the sweetest thing he has ever come across while your back curves and your fingertips struggle to find purchase against your thighs that so desperately want to clamp down around his head as he licks a stripe up to your clit 

around his mouth and the prickly stubble that covers his jaw is shiny with your slick and you can see it pooling on his tongue where he’s gathered it up just before he spits it lazily over your clit and watches it drip back down to your hole, “knew it—she’s always so sweet f’me,” leon grunts

each word is accentuated with a lick and a peck to your clit that rages a wildfire around your spine and winds the coil in your stomach a little bit tighter. it’s like electricity zapping through your body but it’s still nowhere near enough to satisfy you and you’re too far gone to think any less of yourself for begging 

“please—it hurts,” you sniffle pathetically as the space between your scalp and brain fills with cotton wool and clouds that refuse to let your thoughts make it to your mouth in one piece. leon appears to get it though, his eyebrow raises and one of his thumbs returns to slipping around your hole

“poor thing,” leon coos—no, teases—as he reverses the motion he’s doing to go the other way, “where does it hurt—can you tell me?” he asks and reaches up to swipe tears from your cheek with a knuckle on his freehand, “does it hurt here?” he questions, pressing the pad of his thumb deeper into your rim

your head shakes and your breath hitches. whilst what he's doing feels incredible, it’s not where the ache is beginning to tighten and pull at your muscles, “ah—okay—maybe here then,” leon murmurs and before your brain can work out what he said, his thumb pushes past your entrance and slides into your heat 

you make a noise—a moan, a yelp, a sob, any guess is as good as yours—over the sudden intrusion. there’s no familiar stretch and he’s still far away from the ache but it’s something, “deeper, i need—please go deeper,” you sob as leon shallowly thrusts his thumb into you, barely pulling out and barely going any further 

“ungrateful,” leon sighs and snatches his hand back, making his thumb slip free of your body with a wet pop. you want to wail and thrash as he takes the feeling that was dulling the ache with him but you can’t whilst you try your hardest to keep hold of your legs and keep air steadily filtering into your lungs 

“no—no, i’m just—daddy,” you stumble over your words and blink rapidly to clear your vision to be able to see him properly. your eyes burn and your cheeks are starting to get sore and you’re at the end of your tether with his teasing, “please—daddy—it hurts, need you to fix it, ple—”

your desperate ramble gets cut off and morphs into a strained mewl while your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums as two of leon’s thick fingers slide into your cunt with no preamble. you clench around him on instinct, trying to trap him there and suck him deeper—even though you can feel his knuckles against you 

the stretch that you so badly missed earlier comes now in an all consuming ignition that makes your eyes pinch shut and your lips form into a silent—oh. when your eyes eventually open, you jerk in surprise because leon is standing above you, hovering with his free hand clutching the back of the couch and his knees pressing into the backs of your thighs, nudging your hands away roughly 

“this what you wanted—did i find the ache, sweet girl?” he growls while your hands yank at his shirt to pull him lower over you. his fingertips curl deep inside of you to find that soft spot that only he can reach and can treat so well and when he finds it, he strokes against it—hard, “go on, answer me,”

wholeheartedly—you’d love to but you can’t. your jaw hangs and your eyebrows furrow as the air gets punched out of your lungs with every drag of his fingers. you can feel him in your stomach, up in your chest and everywhere else as you blink up at him and shake with your sobs—you’re ruined and it makes leon grin

breathy moans make your chest heave as the room around you fills with the sound of your sloppy cunt accommodating leon’s fingers as they start to plunge in and out of your pussy. with every thrust, he nails his fingertips against the ache that’s dull and bruising but so—so—good that all you can do is turn into a whimpering, whining mess underneath him

“oh—i know,” leon purrs when your eyes search his, “look how well she’s taking me angel, s’like she was made just for me,” he drawls with a voice that’s like honey while he lets you pull him even closer until the tips of your noses bump together, “perfect fuckin’ cunt on a perfect fuckin’ girl—fuck,” 

leon tilts his head before he’s finished talking and crushes his mouth against yours, causing his last word to muffle somewhere in between you and him as he gives you a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. it’s not supposed to be a good kiss—far from it in fact. it’s raw and instinctual. an animal and his prey. 

your chin tips up to chase him into it as he laps over your bottom lip and then licks messily over the underside of your tongue before he pulls back and puts just inches of space between you, “stick it out—shit—yeah, just like that,” leon huffs when your tongue lolls out so that he can spit into your mouth 

he tastes like you. he tastes like your slick and your arousal and you didn’t realise it when he was kissing you but you realise it now as your head tips back and you moan wantonly. molasses replaces your veins, making your limbs heavy and your eyelids pull down until they’re closer to being shut than open but all you care to see is leon above you and that’s enough 

a gasp catches in your throat as his thumb sweeps over your clit in time with the unrelenting thrust of his fingers. the pace he’s set it unlike any other and if you use every bit of focus that you have left, you can see the veins in his arms popping and protruding from his tanned skin—it makes your mouth water 

“m’gonna need you to come, sweetheart,” leon pants as his eyes flicker down to the bulge in his jeans. he’s rock hard and straining against the denim but he never touches himself until he’s made you come—at least—once, “gotta make sure she can still take it—yeah?” he asks, though you know it’s not up for debate 

leon’s patience is thinning to a place where it’ll be beyond repair and truthfully, so is yours. his ask isn’t a big one, not when you consider the fact that every curl of his fingertips, every thrust of his fingers, every filthy wet sound that follows them, is hurtling you towards the edge of your orgasm 

he knows that though. he can feel the clench of your pussy and how your heartbeat thrums through it. he can feel your clit throb and twitch underneath the pad of his thumb and if that wasn’t enough, he can see your half lidded eyes and hear your moans as they come in quicker succession than they did before 

there’s something else though. something deep inside of you that has been building patiently through all of his touches. it’s a hot pit that pushes back against his fingertips as he seats them ever so deep inside of you and furiously makes a—come here—motion which pushes you right to the edge and almost shoves you right off of it 

your eyes blow wide and you scramble to sink your hands into the couch cushions to push the top half of your body up. the new position puts leon’s fingers at a slightly different angle, one that feels better than anything else you’ve ever felt and one that has you choking on a gasp that doesn’t let you get your words out 

“there it is—come sweetheart,” leon groans to finish you off. his words are distant as you willingly jump from the edge and tip your forehead against his chin. searing white flashes behind your eyelids and your eardrums thump while your cunt spasms around his fingers that don’t stop pressing upwards 

whatever he’s recklessly searching for, he must find with the flood of warmth that gushes from your pussy, “there—just like that—‘atta girl,” leon murmurs into your hair, still distant, as you keen and cry out but leon doesn’t stop even then and when your eyes flutter open with a struggle, you see exactly why 

the front of his jeans is soaked and the denim is stained darker from the seemingly never ending stream that he’s prying from your body like his life depends on it. your orgasm is starting to wane and overstimulation is lingering and waiting to pounce but you can’t stop, now now and not when leon growls 

“more—more—keep going,” he orders and your body begins to vibrate. you clamp down around him like a vice as your whimpers become nothing but a scratch in the back of your throat. it could be seconds, minutes or even hours of him wringing you dry but eventually, you have nothing left to give and finally, it ends, “good girl—did so fucking good,” leon whispers 

your body sags back into the couch with a thud and your thighs don’t even have the strength left to pull together, leaving your swollen cunt on display for leon while he carefully withdraws his soaking wet fingers. your body is a live wire but your brain has long since switched off and everything feels right, it feels good. even when leon slaps your pussy and utters,

“now—let’s see if she can do that around my cock,”

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✩꒱ a helping paw ft. itadori & fushiguro .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters in their 20s ⋆ owner yuuji itadori, best friend megumi fushiguro & puppy hybrid fem!reader. scenting, cucking, voyeurism, daddy kink, dry humping. -> yuuji’s pretty puppy can’t help but get excited when megumi stops by. she loves to help when he gets excited too. good thing she doesn’t treat all visitors this way. only friends.

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yuuji with his excitable puppy girl who’s obsessed with the way megumi smells :( wags her little tail every time she sees him and licks his face even though yuuji keeps telling you to slow down you can’t!!! you love gumi you love when he stops by!!!! and he lets you clamber all over him, roll into his lap like it’s nothing when he visits and takes up your favourite spot on the couch. and whilst yuuji busies himself with lunch in the kitchen, your teeth at megumi’s neck your slick puppycunt already drooling over his groin as it hardens without subtly.

“you gotta get off, pup,” he says gruffly but his hands settle on your soft doughy hips — carefully pulling you back and forth over his hard on, your tail swishing low and slow. “can’t be doin’ this.”

“but i missed you, gumi… and you smell so nice.” you say and nip at his ear with your pretty canines — the tag of your collar ‘property of itadori’ cool against his collar bones because you’re pushing yourself further against him — trying to merge with fushiguro’s skin. “daddy says it’s good to help friends.”

the dark haired man grins slow, slimy as the expression oozes onto pink lips. he instinctively tips his head back to make room for your teeth that hungrily scrape his neck and your nose that inhales his scent like it’s some kind of drug. you wiggle against his lap, slicker and slicker over him by the second he’d think you were in heat. “yeah?” fushiguro sighs, syrupy and content. “daddy said it’s okay?”

“is what okay?”

yuuji appears in the living room, three glasses of cool iced tea captured between dexterous fingers. he sets them down a safe distance so your happy little tail doesn’t knock them over.

“look daddy, ‘m helpin’,” the way you blink over at him is slow, dazed as you ride fushiguro’s throbbing erection. you rock your hips as though guided by the motion of calm waters, washing over the man beneath you and drowning him in your essence like it is a reward. something to be cherished. if he didn’t know any better — he might mistake your pouty lips and glassy gaze as teasing. “bein’ a good friend.”

the pink haired man scratches behind your pointed puppy ears proudly, grinning as your hips involuntarily buck against his friend’s. megumi’s breathing cracks, fragile and almost whimpery and his palms come down to smack against your ass through frilly bloomers. “good girl, such a good girl. lift your hips, c’mon. lemme see…” he coos, voice a warm blend of honey and cinnamon — running through your system and glazing over that part in your brain which controls your pleasure. “you enjoyin’ helping megumi?”

“so much, feels good. see?” you raise yourself off of him, strings of heavy arousal tying your pussy and your tail to the outline of fushiguro’s dick. it wags obediently, the fluffy appendage now heavy and obscenely wet.

the scent of you curls in the summer air, stuffy and enticing. “keep going for me,” yuuji half groans, guttural and proud. “you make gumi cum like this and i promise you’ll get a reward.”

you like the sound of that, swivelling your hips in sinful circles and spreading your slick across the very obvious bulge beneath megumi’s sweats. his shaft sits comfortably between your clothed folds, nestled against your clit lovingly.

“f-fuck… fuck, puppy,” megumi exhales shallowly, breath cracking open with lust. from both being observed and used. “such a good girl for your daddy, huh?”

“isn’t she just perfect?” yuuji muses, sinking into the love seat across the way. legs spread, cock kicking to life at the sight of his two favourites absolutely ruined.

megumi nods dumbly, rose rouge blooming across his cheeks whilst he guides you back and forth on top of him, an orgasm crackling in the tension-thick air. “most perfect puppy ever,” he swallows.’“prettiest puppy and puppycunt ever.”

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to rope and ride!

first comes love, then comes marriage...being fucked in the town square?

synopsis: sleeping with the sheriff had never been a bright idea. but mouthing off to him about getting married to another man? in front of the whole saloon? looks like he'll have to remind you who really runs this town - and who those lips belong to.

pairing: sheriff!sukuna x f!reader

content: mdni, smut, angst, wild west au (with little to no historical accuracy pls forgive me), scold's bridle, gagging, public humiliation, dubcon, lowk yandere sukuna, power imbalance, jealousy, toxic dynamics but ultimately they are both just HUGE freaks for each other, gagging, restraints, being tied up, spanking, unprotected piv sex, VERY PUBLIC SEX, creampie, shibari (specifically image 8 found here), mulitple povs, he's OBSESSED

a/n: here's to a whole year of posting on here! and a very happy kinktober <3

There was nothin' in this two-bit town as pretty as you bent over a haystack in the back of his barn.

Sukuna's hips slammed back against your ass, one mean, calloused hand holding your neck down, your cute cheek squished against the scratchy tufts of hay.

You complained at first, whined like you weren't wiggling those sinful hips of yours and sucking him in at the same time. But all those pouts of yours had dissolved into greedy pants of his name, fists clawing and scratching as you begged him for more.

"P-please make me cum," you moaned, about to say his name before his palm came down and spank your ass as hard as he could. Your back arched, a pretty red print left in the shape of his hand over your left cheek.

He wasn't gentle. Didn't soothe the ache it left, just brought his hand down to deliver another one.

You whined, loud enough to drown out the sound of horses neighing in the next barn over.

After a year of these secret meetings, these stolen moments of sex and sweat under the noses of every idiot in this town, he knew what you liked.

They thought he was an asshole with a badge. They believed you were sugary sweet instead of sinful.

"You want it?" He grunted, pulling his cock out just to flip you over. Your legs wrapped around his waist automatically, heels digging into his toned back as you threw your head back.

Sukuna didn't know much about fancy stuff, wasn't the sophisticated sort.

But he thought your face was a work of art.

Sweat dripping down your forehead, lips swollen from kisses and tears in the corner of your eyes, lashes glittering with them as you squirmed and gasped. Your fingers scratching at his chest, your mouth permanently parted as strangled sounds escaped your throat.

His mouth latched to your chest, your breasts bouncing as he dragged his tongue over your nipple - while his thumb traced circles over your clit instead.

Knew your body well enough to know when to pull his fingers away, pop off your tit right before you could cum, peering up at you from between the valley of your breasts just to watch the whimper rip from your mouth.

"Kuna," you complained, batting your glossy eyes at him.

"I asked you a question," he growled, and you just bucked your hips up in an attempt to make him finish.

"I want it," you cried out, but it was slurred, desperate.

He didn't have to listen to anyone. He was the fucking sheriff of this stupid town. What he said, went.

But he still couldn't help but give you what you asked for.

Made you cum until you were seeing stars and shouting his name.

Good thing there was nothin' but animals around to hear.

Although, when you were all trembling and trying to claw him, you seemed like one yourself.

He pulled out. Painted your stomach with cum, thick spurts of it covering your skin. It stoked a warm pride in his chest, seeing you completely unravelled, sun spilling through the slats of the barn and highlighting your cute features while you came back down from your climax.

But instead of your usual lovestruck look, the lost little lamb you usually played when you got up on trembling legs to get dressed, there was an odd distance in your eyes. Like you had wisened up to the tricks of the wolf you were offering your body up to.

"What's wrong?" He grumbled, brows furrowing together into a glare as he scanned your face for some other tell.

You stiffened, glossy lips pursed together as you avoided his stare. You hadn't pulled away though, your fingers still resting over the sharp crook of his collarbone.

"I don't know," you drawled, tracing a circle over his tanned skin as you exhaled. "Been thinkin' about marriage lately."

Marriage?

"You?" He scoffed.

Not disgusted, just stunned. What, pretty little you was gonna run away with some preacher's son or pathetic cowboy who'd whisk you away to some other nowhere town? Get eloped and give him up?

Your bottom lip jutted out, a faint hint of hurt shining in your eyes when it registered for him.

Obviously, you wanted to marry him.

Trying to ask him to make you his wife instead of just the bitch he fucked out back. His jaw locked, dark eyes narrowing as he watched you stand up, cum dripping down your body as you grabbed his shirt off the hay and used it to clean yourself before you hurried to dress yourself.

And when you were standing there, puffing your chest out at him like he hadn't just been sucking on it, Sukuna imagined what a ring would look like your fourth finger while you folded your arms across your chest.

Your mouth opened, but you shut it just as quickly, turning on your heels and stomping off towards the doors.

Leaving without even saying goodbye just because he hadn't immediately dropped to one knee.

What a stubborn thing you were.

His soon-to-be wife.

You were what some people liked to call spoiled.

The kind of farmer's daughter who was never expected to do much of anything around the house growing up. Playing with dolls, maybe occasionally taking up some stitching or cooking while your siblings did the real work. The kind that got what she wanted when she wanted it.

So, naturally, when you set your mind to being a bride, there was a big, shiny ring on your finger a couple weeks later.

"When's the wedding?" Shoko asked, three-quarters of the way through her whiskey. Most towns out west wouldn't approve of a woman being more than a midwife - but she managed to make a living off being an apothecary. The closest thing to a doctor in this tiny-minded place.

"Next spring," Satoru chirped, leaning in closer to your side.

You forced a smile. Nodded along.

He was stable. The son of one of the most well-off families around. Someone who'd be considerate, check every box you wanted in a future husband. Pretty. Rich. Powerful.

You guessed you wouldn't mind popping out a baby or two for him. At least you knew they'd be cute. Cared for.

"Have to say I'm surprised you're settling down," Shoko casually hummed. She knew about Sukuna. What you used to tell yourself was a love affair, scandalous and sacred instead of the simple truth. Sex.

Sweaty moments in barns or even bathrooms, where your dress was shoved up and panties pried down your thighs. Everything you had with him was a secret. Presenting yourself as a pretty virgin in public, busy being defiled in private when he'd sneak into your bedroom and pin you to your mattress while your favorite stuffed animal watched.

"I mean, it's about time," you shrugged your shoulders, fiddling with the drink in front of you and glancing between your friends and your new fiancé. Satoru grinned, grabbing your hand and rubbing over your knuckle with his thumb. Fucking Sukuna was fun. Nice while it lasted. But it had never been serious. "You know, get married, have a couple kids."

Besides, Sukuna had left town after you even mentioned marriage, off to chase some stupid bounty or something. This was for the best. For both of you.

Even if you wished it was him next to you now. Even if you were still waiting for him to waltz in and save you.

You would've waited for him. But you didn't think he'd ever actually marry you. Wouldn't take you down to the courthouse to scribble his name down on the documents.

Giving him up would be hard. But you had a feeling your marriage would have more than two people in it anyway judging by how often Satoru's eyes strayed to a certain someone in public. What was wrong with making it four?

You always existed on the sidelines of his life - you didn't think Sukuna would mind being on the side of yours if it meant he could still put his cock inside you.

"A couple girls would be cute," you continued, although there was a hint of disappointment bleeding through as you pictured them with white hair instead of pink. "Although, I guess a boy would be fine if he came first."

Shoko froze first. All the color draining from her face as her focus shifted behind you.

You didn't get the chance to regret what you said. Just paled when you turned around and found your former fuck buddy scowling at you.

"Oh?" Sukuna asked in that low drawl of his, one thick brow raised.

"S-" You started, just for him to click his tongue, flicking off Satoru's hat next to you. The saloon went silent, only the sound of his spurs and the soft thump of the hat hitting the floor.

He didn't have to say anything to shut you up.

"A couple of kids, huh?" Sukuna dryly chuckled, that revolver on his belt glinting in its holster.

Shit.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

You were supposed to wave your ring in front of him in private, to pout that he hadn't asked first and guilt-trip him until he made it up to you with his mouth.

But this was in public.

"I wasn't aware you were that interested in my affairs," you tried to sound tough, holding your head up high as you held your ground. "While you were absent, Satoru here asked for my hand in marriage."

Another mistake.

"Howdy, sheriff," Satoru grinned, either ignoring or oblivious to the tension crackling in the air. Just leaning over to snag his hat from the floor, dusting it off with a casual smirk before standing.

Sukuna looked maybe two seconds from shooting him.

Knuckles white as his fingers flexed into a fist, left hand a little too close to his revolver for your liking.

Satoru slipped an arm around your waist, the whiskey in his system making him slur his words as he lazily looked over your old lover. "Next round's on me if you want one since we're celebratin'."

You cringed.

Pressing your tongue up against the roof of your mouth to stop yourself from saying anything as Sukuna's seething stare settled on your fiancé. Stuck nervously watching as he picked his next words slowly, lips that had been latched on your nipples not all that long ago starting to part before he pressed them in a thin line.

"Celebrating what?" He scoffed. "You marrying what's mine?"

"Sheriff," you started to say, twisting your engagement ring around on your finger anxiously. His eyes locked onto it, a lump forming in his throat at the sight of the diamond decorating your hand. "I-"

"Take that fuckin' thing off," he hissed.

"That's no way to speak to my-" Satoru started, half-standing in front of you, nose scrunching up as he tried to puff his chest out.

Sukuna threw a punch, striking him right across the mouth and knocking him back into the table. If Satoru was sober, he probably would've hit him back instead of just half-collapsing back into his chair.

Lightweight.

When you just stood there gawking, Sukuna reached out and yanked your ring off of your finger. Threw it back at Satoru - who barely managed to catch it before it could bounce off his chest and roll across the filthy floor.

"Don't think she's yours when she was cumming on my cock a couple weeks ago," Sukuna snarled at him, canines snapping together as everyone else in the saloon started whispering.

Just soft enough to not draw any more of his ire, only more of your shame.

But your body was betraying you - and you didn't think you had ever found Sukuna more attractive than you did right now. Openly claiming you as his, making a declaration that you did not belong with Satoru for half the town to see.

"What are you-" Satoru started, looking over at you in disbelief. Unable to conceive that you might not be the innocent lamb you'd been posing as, that there might be more than just lashes fluttering and flattering giggles.

"Sukuna," you said his name again, breathy, barely able to look up to meet his eyes.

They burned.

Seared through you and sent a shiver straight down your spine, made your heart pick up, sitting up straighter on instinct. Hyper aware of every twitch of your expression, how just a single look from him had you pressing your thighs together.

"Do you actually want to marry this idiot?" No. But Sukuna could probably see that from your stare alone. How you were holding your breath for him to offer himself up as an option instead. "Or were you just that desperate for my attention?"

Yes.

But it was difficult to admit to being just as depraved as him.

You'd been letting him defile your dignity from the first time he bought you a whiskey and whisked you back to his farm house to fuck until you were limping back home in the morning, crawling back through your bedroom window to pretend you'd just came home late the night before.

There was an answer in your silence. An almost imperceptible nod, your head tilting just barely down then back up. But Sukuna saw.

Looked straight through this attempt to move on to know what you were doing here.

What you were daring him to do.

"You wanna make it up to me?" He murmured in your ear, and something in your chest pulled tight.

Need? Lust? Love?

You supposed it didn't matter much.

Your prospects were ruined now that everyone knew you were no better than a woman who sold her body for a few coins. You sold your soul to Sukuna for sex.

For the scraps of his affection and attention he'd toss you.

All you were doing was reaping what you spent the last year sowing. Those seeds you planted by hand and kiss, watered with your mouth around his cock and your hands over his chest, now bloomed into this.

"I do," you whispered back, your voice thick with want.

"Sit here and wait for me to come back," he growled.

You were't sure what you expected from him - but not the mortification of being forced to fold your hands across your lap and endure the painful silence that followed from him walking back out the swinging saloon doors while everyone watched you.

Satoru was saying something, probably calling off the wedding, probably calling you a whore, but you weren't listening.

Your eyes were on the doors.

Your heart was in Sukuna's hands.

The whispers turned into bold accusations. Harlot. Slut. Suggesting you must be a witch who seduced the sheriff -and almost bewitched the Gojo boy too.

As if they weren't men capable of making their own decisions.

Sukuna returned, all heavy footsteps and jingling spurs, slowly striding in and letting the room fall quiet again.

Someone gasped - and you stared blankly at what was in his hand as you realized what it was.

You were anticipating handcuffs - maybe him to unravel some of that rope rolled up on his belt.

But no, he'd settled on a different sort of punishment.

A scold's bridle.

A metal contraption meant for women who couldn't keep their mouth shut. You supposed you fit the bill better than you ever thought. You hadn't even realized that he even had one - had never seen one in person before, although you'd heard whispers from the church, vague threats that they'd fix it on anyone spreading around rumors or saying the wrong things to the wrong people. You'd thought they were supposed to be attached to a chain, or a collar, something else to add to the embarrassment of being silenced so thoroughly - but it was just the head piece and the metal mouth bit.

And now he was walking towards you with it.

"Seems like you got the silly idea in your head that I'd actually share you," he grumbled, stopping just in front of where you were waiting open-mouthed. As if your body had decided for you that you were going to obey him. "Suppose I should just fuck all those ideas out of there, huh?"

He tapped on the top of your head, a cruel smirk curling up on his lips like he was thinking of how to empty it.

What was left of your pride was dissolving fast under his stare. Under the pressure of his free hand when he reached out to brush your hair out of your face.

When he wasn't around, you could lie to yourself. Say you didn't want him. Say you didn't need him. But all it took was for him to stand in front of you and all that bravado cracked and crumbled with the rest of your resolve.

"I'm sor-"

You didn't get to finish apologizing before he held up the bridle, silencing you before he'd even put it on you.

"Show me," he scoffed.

You opened your mouth wider, and he made fast work of fastening it on. It was almost like a muzzle, but far heavier, trapping your head in the tight metal bands as the bridle bit settled and pressed down on your tongue. You couldn't so much as move it - any attempt made you almost gag against the metal pushing on it.

"That's better," he tch-ed, dragging his thumb over your cheek before tracing down over where the bridle was pressing into your skin. "Can't do anything stupid like say 'I do' to him, now, can ya?"

You were starting to wonder if you'd ever have actually gone through with it.

His other hand grabbed your wrist, tugging you up to your feet by it. You wobbled, and you realized you'd been squeezing your thighs together so tightly that your knees had gone weak.

But Sukuna supported you, pulling you with him past all the gawking bystanders, the late afternoon sun still blinding compared to the dim candles the saloon called lighting.

You could run.

But he'd just lasso you right back, right?

And the shameful truth was you simply didn't want to. As messed up as it was, as humiliating as it felt, a treacherous heat was curling up inside your core, growing hotter as you followed him.

It didn't take long for the ache to set into your jaw, for the weight of it to start making you wish you'd just kept your stupid mouth shut to start with instead of pulling a stunt like this.

Pretending that anyone else could ever satisfy you the same way he did.

The drool was humiliating though.

Not being able to control your own saliva, feeling it dribble down past your lips to your chin, unable to even make more than a mangled peep of displeasure while he chuckled at you.

No better than a bitch on a leash.

That was what you were to him, right? Everyone else would know it too.

You'd been barking and clawing at his leg to get him to look at you - and now he was.

He didn't stop until you were in the middle of town, stopping by a bell the last sheriff had installed, something that was meant to alert everyone in case of some emergency - and now being used to signal the loss of virtue you never had.

There was already a crowd gathering from people who'd come from the saloon but the ringing drew more judgmental stares from nosey neighbors and horrified churchgoers who stirred from other businesses, all watching with open mouths as he showed you off. Someone had left a wooden plank just on the ground - a thick hunk of wood he dropped a thick coil of rope on now.

They didn't know how to react.

Everyone was too terrified of Sukuna to argue when he fished out a knife from his side.

With a single fast flick of his wrist, he sliced through your dress - and your undergarments. Ripping the rest off of you, watching your eyes go wide and your body stiffen at the smooth expanse of your skin being exposed for everyone you'd ever met to see.

Scraps of fabric falling to the dirt as he let out a low chuckle, small bumps trailing down your arms as you that metal wedge pressed down on your tongue and muffled the whine that wanted to roll off it.

"You wanna act like a whore, you get treated like one," he muttered, dark and rough. His calloused palms ran over your stomach, up to your breasts, squeezing softly as his eyes scanned over the rest of you already responding, tensing and melting into his touch. "You can't even pretend like you don't like this."

Guilty.

And Sukuna was content to be the judge, jury, and executioner when it came to delivering your punishment.

It didn't take him long to reposition you, treating you like a doll, a hole to be used and displayed.

Pushed to the ground, dust stirred up as your naked body instinctively recoiled at the being exposed to it. You didn't even play in mud puddles as a kid - and here you were, on your stomach in the dirt like some kind of farm animal.

"Look at you," he mocked, nudging your side with the tip of his boots. There was the faint sound of rope being cut, the slow drag of a knife through hemp before some of it fell to the ground next to your body.

You could feel all the eyes on you, but you didn't dare look. Only glancing up at him, the sun shining across his broad outline. From here, he made the whole world seem small.

Maybe that was the point.

To remind you what your world was: him.

Something heavy was placed over your ankles - and then he was binding you to it with the ropes, roughly tying knots you'd never be able to wiggle free from without his help. It dug into your skin, and you knew it'd leave imprints, mark you as his more than the muzzle in your mouth already had.

There was no way to close your legs now, stuck squirming, trying to use your palms to push off the ground, to prop yourself up some, but then his boot was on the back of your neck, pinning your face down in the dirt.

And then he was squatting down again, grabbing both your hands and pulling them underneath your body, using your own weight against you to wrangle them and tie your wrists to whatever was holding down your ankles, although the second your hands wiggled against it, you realized it was wood.

Left with your bare ass in the air and your cheek smushed against the ground, tied up and gagged.

Sukuna grabbed a fistful of your hair underneath the metal bands of the bridle, careful not to mess up the contraption before he tugged back. You didn't understand what he was doing at first, distracted by the desire churning in your stomach until you realized there wasn't any slack.

He had tied your hair to the wood too.

There wasn't a single part of you that wasn't at his mercy.

And you had never wanted him more.

That was maybe more humiliating than being splayed out and posed for his pleasure while your peers stared. To know that the flush under your skin and the heat in your veins wasn't from shame.

The rope attached to your hair ran over your ass, rubbing against it when you squirmed.

Sukuna's hand drifted along the length of it, humming with what you couldn't decide was disapproval or amusement. Gradually dragging downward until two thick fingers skimmed over your slick folds, spreading them apart even further.

"You're soaked," he commented, pushing them in like he wanted proof.

Forget indecent. It felt criminal.

The cruel crook of his fingers, the ache in your muscles and the tension of being strung up while he scissored you open. The force in each flick of them, swirling in deep enough to prod at your cervix, stretching you out like he was preparing a meal.

Tonight's special was you - splayed out and served up in front of all the saints and sinners.

They could wag their finger at you all they wanted, but they were the ones watching while Sukuna stuffed you full of his.

You didn't get to moan or gasp or groan. Each time your tongue tried to react to being teased and taunted with each swipe and shape he drew inside you, the bridle bit contained it. It was torture and temptation and terrible and ten thousand other intense things that added together to drive you insane.

But your thighs were squeezing, trying to shift and straining to get some friction against your clit, seeking his warmth the way you always did.

Even with an audience.

Someone threw something - a tomato tossed and splattering a few feet away.

Sukuna snickered.

"You missed, moron," he dryly replied. "Try again and I'll muzzle you."

Sukuna's word was law, after all.

He still pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and gaping, feeling the cool air against your ass as your wrists and ankles writhed against the rope.

You couldn't even beg him to keep going.

But when his belt buckle clink, you could feel yourself coming undone right there with him.

The hefty weight of his cock resting on your ass was weirdly comforting, familiar. Tethering you to what was left of your rationality, reminding you that even if this was a punishment, he'd still pick up the pieces of you left after it was over.

Although, depending on how mad he was, he might let you stew in your humiliation and leave you in the center of town before he came back to claim you.

He lifted his cock, nudging it between your open thighs, dragging it over your already wet entrance, chuckling at how tense you were, your attempts to move only reminding you of how tightly you were tied, your muscles starting to burn and ache.

"This-" He growled, shoving the first few inches in, easily pushing past that ring of resistance. "-is mine."

He bottomed out in one mean thrust, your body wanting to jolt but the ropes refusing to let you. The hemp was digging into your limbs, only constricting your movement more.

The metal band of the bridle was cutting into your skin, your scalp aching at the rope he'd tied to it - but all of your discomfort was washed out by the pleasure.

He didn't pause. Didn't hesitate. No hint of shame from him when it came to having sex like this - sturdy and strong when it came to doing what he wanted.

And he wanted to do you.

"Maybe I should brand ya," he murmured, rubbing one rough palm over your ass before lifting it up and bringing it back down in a harsh spank. It stung, another moan ripped and muffled out just for him to massage the sore spot he'd left. "Since you seem to forget who this belongs to."

It was all his.

You didn't know who you were deluding.

But if it meant that you got this, got him jealous enough to throw a tantrum to show you - and everyone else - whose you were, you'd take anything he threw at you. Anything he did.

Besides, he'd have to marry you now.

It wasn't like anyone else in town would touch either of you after this evening's entertainment.

He dragged his cock along your walls, like each throb and twitch was a lesson in itself. A commitment.

You were sweating, shivering and shuddering as he forced his fat tip against your womb, one of those rough hands of his slipping underneath your body to fumble with your clit.

Someone said something, a scoff sounding out from the congregation - and Sukuna's thrusts stalled in a second.

"If any of you idiots try to say a thing about her, you'll be strung up," he warned, and the dead silence was only cut through by the lewd sounds of his hips slamming against your ass, wet thwaps and filthy squelches.

His warning was obvious.

He could fuck you. Punish you and tie you up or even toss you in a cell if he wanted. But if they wanted to join, to throw their stones and snicker behind your back, they'd find his ropes around their necks in a noose instead.

His thrusts resumed, fucking you harder, faster, his rough and greedy groans only stirring more of that warmth in your chest, something in your stomach pulling tight when his calloused fingertips started rubbing heated circles over your swollen bud.

It was already sensitive, already needy, desperate for any attention he had to offer.

But what else was new?

"I really shouldn't let you cum," he tch-ed, but he didn't stop, index finger dragging over it while you twitched and some ragged noise ripped from deep in your throat. It hurt your tongue and mouth to make, a raw sound. He leaned down, his mouth pressing a heavy kiss on your shoulder, teeth nipping at your skin. "But my wife is spoiled, isn't she?"

You liked how wife sounded from his lips.

And spoiled.

He knew how to make you cum. Knew precisely how to pace it, making maddening patterns while you uselessly squirmed. His tongue dragging over to the inside of your neck, biting down right as his finger pinched your clit.

You came almost instantly.

Everything in you shivered, eyes going wide as they caught Satoru staring at you from the crowd, his pretty pink lips parted as he watched you cum on another man's cock.

He didn't even look mad.

Actually, you could make out a bulge in his pants, a hard-on from watching his former fiancée get fucked.

Sukuna hissed behind you, and this time?

He didn't pull out. Warm cum filling you up as he groaned your name, grinding against you one last time, rutting against you to make sure every last drop was spilled in you.

You couldn't feel half your limbs. Your mouth was sore. Your reputation was ruined.

But you got what you wanted after all.

Sukuna didn't like to admit he was ever wrong.

But it turned out this sight right here was even better than you in his barn, thighs spread and seed spent, his cum dripping down that cute cunt of yours, punished instead of pure.

You were twitching, letting out little whimpers from inside the scold's bridle, a mess for the whole town to see.

They were gawking, whispering nasty words that he'd have to rectify later. But at least he wouldn't have to worry about any of them ever trying to touch what was his.

He kneeled down, unlocking the headpiece and prying it off just for you to moan the moment you were able to, eyes glossy and wide as they blinked up at him.

"Now," he drawled, all low and smooth, watching your body relax at the sound of his voice. "Are you gonna marry me?"

"Mhm," you weakly murmured, nodding as much as the rope still tied in your hair would let you.

He chuckled, taking his time to release each knot. But once you were free, you were still limp, all pliable and pretty as you rolled over.

It was easy to slip his engagement ring on your fourth finger. Maybe it wasn't as big as Satoru Gojo's - but you wouldn't be taking this one off.

Tomorrow, he'd drag you over to the courthouse, dressed this time, to sign everything needed to make it official.

People were still snickering at you when he threw your slumped body over his shoulder, his hand on your ass as he hoisted you over and walked towards where he tied his horse.

Bareback on the way home wouldn't hurt you. He could just buy you a new dress anyway. Your family would probably pack up all your stuff and drop it off on his doorstep by the end of the day once word got back to them, disowned and defiled.

You didn't need any of them anyway. You just needed him.

Your soon-to-be husband.

a/n: hope everyone enjoyed :p patreon is here with extra fics/oneshots for those who would like a way to support but comments and reblogs are also always appreciated <3

indie's kinktober

[cherrryblossomsz]

THIS JUST CAME BACK UP ON MY TIMELINE AND I AM SOOOOO GRATEFUL

[cametoile]

act iv

the lens above you was focused, the red light blinking every few moments as it captured every second of what was happening on the bed below. leon, the man behind the camera, held a small camcorder in his right hand surprisingly steady despite the way his hips rolled slowly between your widely spread thighs. every thrust forward made your tits bounce beautifully, the sight drawing leon's attention away from the camera to stare down at the way they jiggled in sync with his hips. your moans filled the room alongside leon's low grunts that escaped every time his hips snapped forward, plunging his thick cock deeper inside your tight heat.

at first, leon wasn't all that keen when you suggested filming your own home video, as he wanted to savor you completely, without distraction— but as soon as he hit record, he felt his dick throb once he saw how beautiful you looked at his mercy. and god, were you a sight he absolutely wouldn't mind rubbing one out to— especially when he was away during a mission.

leon groaned low in his throat, the sound rough and hungry, pushing his hips into yours to bury himself as deep as possible. for a moment the camera dipped slightly as his focus shifted to your face. you were staring right where you were both connected, the sloppy, slick sounds of him battering your g-spot echoing alongside your breathy moans. he followed your gaze, watching himself disappear inside you and the way you clenched around him like you were trying to suck him back in whenever he dragged his hips back.

"fuck... look at that," he breathes, adjusting his grip on the camera to angle it downward, showing a close-up of his cock stretching you open, the creamy ring of your arousal coating the base of his shaft with every deep thrust. the camera captured every filthy detail— the way your folds clung to him, every slick sound of his cock sinking inside your heat, and the way your greedy cunt clenched and fluttered every time he dragged his hips back.

"so fucking pretty," he murmurs, pulling your hips against his rhythmically, rubbing soft circles into the skin as his eyes zero in on your two connected sexes.

he pushed back in hard, bottoming out with a wet smack that made your tits bounce, ripping a loud moan from your throat. he started fucking you in slower, heavier strokes, pulling out just enough for the camera to see everything before driving back in deep, grinding against your g-spot on every forward roll of his hips. the slow, yet sharp snap of his hips was undeniably intense, punching the air from your lungs whenever his throbbing tip kissed your cervix.

"eyes on the camera, baby," he commands, his hand sliding from your hip to cup your left tit, groping the soft flesh in his palm. he squeezed firmly, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as he gave it a rough, appreciative knead. you moan softly, head falling back slightly when his thumb began to rub circles into the sensitive nub. your gaze finally shifted, glossy eyes focusing back on the lens above you as you moan out helplessly beneath him.

leon let out a deep sound of approval, hand leaving your breast only to grip your soft cheeks, squishing your face a little as he held your jaw, forcing your heated, fucked-out face toward the camcorder.

"that's it... look right at it," he murmured, lips curling up a bit as he kept you pinned in place for the camera. "you'll do anything for me, won't you, baby? yeah?" you mewl softly, biting your bottom lip as you nod desperately in his grasp. his thumb pressed against your lower lip, forcing it open and parting it slightly while he continued his slow, devastating thrusts, dragging his thick cock against your g-spot with every roll of his hips.

you whimpered pathetically, nodding as best you could in his firm grip. "yes, leon… love it s'much, please," he hums, thumb stroking your lower lip slowly before pushing it into your mouth.

"suck," he commands, and you eagerly take his finger into your mouth. you moan unashamedly around the digit, eyes fluttering slightly as your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, holding him there as you sucked obediently. you hum, eyes closing as you fervently swirl your tongue around his thumb.

leon’s breath hitched, a deep, hungry groan rumbling in his chest at the sight. the way you so eagerly took everything for him, the way you clenched around him whenever he drove inside you impossibly deeper... he didn't think he'd be able to maintain this slow of a pace anymore.

"shit... fucking perfect," he rasped, voice strained and rough, his thrusts quickening impatiently as the camera began to shake ever so slightly. "you love it, baby? being my pretty little porn star? yeah?" he says, and when your pretty eyes flicker up to meet his, he knew he was done for. you were so eager, so needy, so fucking pliant for him, and it turned him on beyond belief. "god, you're just asking for it, huh?" leon groans, pulling out of you abruptly, earning a needy whine from you that vibrated around his thumb.

he moves quickly, pulling the digit from your mouth with a wet pop before setting up the camera on the nightstand next to your shared bed, adjusting the angle so he could see everything perfectly later. the red light kept blinking steadily from its new position, recording everything in full.

he turns back to you, eyes hungry and swirling with lust as he grips both of your thighs and roughly pushes them back toward your chest, folding you in half. the new position spreads you obscenely wide, letting him sink impossibly deeper. he positions himself back between your legs, dragging his tip over your folds and teasing your swollen clit before pushing back inside you in one full, forceful thrust. you gasp slightly, biting your lip at the fullness of his cock inside you again.

"fuck… yeah," leon grunts, gripping your thighs harder when he bottoms out. you whimper softly, eyebrows pulled together and cunt clenching desperately around his cock from how stuffed you feel. "feels good, huh?" he asks teasingly, absentmindedly rubbing little circles into your thighs before thrusting forward sharply. the motion draws a gurgled moan from you, back arching almost painfully at how deep he is.

the once slow, deliberate rolls of his hips quickly turned into desperate, hungry thrusts that slammed into you with purpose. the change in pace has him breathing heavier, jaw tight and eyebrows pulled together in pure bliss as he fucked his cock inside of you. you choke out a moan, hands flying up to his biceps as your gaze shifts to his piercing blue eyes. leon meets your gaze, eyes flitting down to your lips before smashing his mouth against yours in a filthy, desperate kiss.

the kiss is messy and heated as he swallows every moan you make, driving his hips into yours faster as his grip on your thigh tightens. he moans lowly, the sound muffled by his tongue that was intertwined with yours as he fucks you deeper, the slick drag of his cock stretching you open with every desperate snap of his hips. he doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, fucking you hard and deep, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. each thrust punches the air from your lungs and forces your walls to flutter wildly around his thick cock. leon breaks the kiss with a wet sound, right hand leaving your thigh to grip your jaw to angle it towards the camera next to you, capturing every filthy detail.

"look at the camera, baby..." he says, turning his head with you, staring directly into the lens right beside you, his face flushed and pupils blown wide with arousal. "yeah, that's it... just like that," his voice was low and rough, dripping with filth as he kept your jaw locked in place, making sure the camera got a perfect view of your wrecked expression. your eyebrows pull together, your eyes watering ever so slightly as you stare into the camera next to you, hands gripping leon's biceps to anchor yourself amidst his sharp, unrelenting thrusts.

"look so pretty getting fuckin' wrecked, baby," he tightened his grip on your jaw, fingers pressing into your flushed cheeks as he forced you to keep staring straight into the blinking red light. his hips slammed forward with brutal force, driving every thick inch of his cock balls-deep into your soaked, fluttering cunt. leon’s thrusts grew faster and more punishing, the wet slap of skin against skin loud and obscene. he could feel the way you were gripping him, your walls fluttering more often as he pushed past the tightening of your gummy walls.

"leon— god, fuck— i'm gonna cum," you gasped desperately, voice breaking as he pistons his cock deeper inside you. your eyes roll back slightly, the pressure in your abdomen slowly building as your walls flutter around his cock violently, throat dry and sore as you let out a string of desperate moans.

"yeah?" leon murmured, his voice teasing as he as he kept your jaw firmly tilted toward the lens. "camera’s really got you this worked up, huh?" he hums, a grin tugging at his lips as he gazes down at your form writhing beneath him. he tilts your chin a little higher toward the lens, thumb gently stroking your heated cheek, all while he drove his cock deep and against that spot that made your loud moans turn into breathless whimpers.

you nod deperately, moans high-pitched and airy as you listen to the filth that leaves his mouth. the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin grew louder as he picked up speed, pounding into you with relentless force. your tits bounced wildly with every punishing snap of his hips, and your walls fluttered and clenched around him like you were trying to milk him dry.

"yeah, yes— love it s'much—" you gasped, voice shaky and high-pitched. he suddenly tightened his grip on your jaw and turned your face away from the camera, guiding your gaze back toward him, your wide, watery eyes meeting his intense ones. his pupils were blown wide with lust, a thin veil of sweat covering his forehead as he stared down at you.

"yeah? you gonna cum for me, right on camera?" his hips never stopped their brutal rhythm, pounding into you with deep, punishing strokes that made your soaked pussy squelch obscenely around his thick cock. you let out a tiny whine, your eyes glossy as you tighten up around him, his words like a firestarter to your already burning arousal.

leon’s intense eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and commanding, refusing to let you look away even for a second. his grip on your jaw was firm, almost bruising, keeping your flushed, tear-streaked face tilted perfectly toward him while the camera continued recording every filthy detail from the side.

"answer me." he grunts, voice firm and dripping with lust as he slammed into you harder, grinding his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside. "you gonna show me how much you like it? huh baby?" he drawls. you could barely form words, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure as his thick cock stretched and ruined your dripping cunt with every thrust.

"mhmm, yes, leon— i'm— fuck, i'm cumming—" you blabber out, and leon quickly slides his free hand between your bodies, thumb pressing against your swollen clit. he rubbed firm, rough circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves while never slowing the devastating rhythm of his cock. your thighs begin to shake around him, the added stimulation making your moans turn into high-pitched whimpers and whines that bordered on sobs.

"that's it, baby," leon groans, his own orgasm building the tighter your walls gripped him. he thumb presses harder against your pulsing clit, rubbing slow, yet hard circles into the bud. "show me how much you love this." he says, hips grinding into yours with every forward thrust. his hand drops from your cheeks to roam down your body, pushing your right thigh to your chest to push himself deeper all while thumbing merciless little circles into your sensitive clit.

your eyebrows pull together in sheer pleasure, mouth falling open as you come apart under his touch. your orgasm is intense, walls clamping down around him like a vice as you grip his biceps hard. your moans are high-pitched and whiny, almost breathless as leon coos down at you, his own orgasm quickly approaching.

"fuck, there you go," he hums, drinking in every expression you make as the pleasure consumes you. his thrusts become erratic, determined to reach his peak that was quickly approaching. his grip on your thigh tightens, pushing your leg a little higher as he fucks you through your intense orgasm.

your clit pulses violently under his thumb, the once tight, fast circles that he traced slowing down but still as firm as they were before. your thighs trembled from the intensity of your orgasm, breathing heavy and labored as the pleasure begins to flow into the beginnings of overstimulation. you whine when leon’s thumb brushes over your sensitive clit, moving the digit up and down lightly, causing your cunt to grip him impossibly tighter.

"taking it so well, baby," he coos, leaning down to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, thumb finally leaving your clit. his forearms settle next to your head, thrusts turning shallow and quick while he breathes heavily against your neck. leon groans at the way your walls grip him, jaw clenching tight as his cock begins to swell inside of you. he presses his body closer, chest flush against yours, hips snapping with quick, needy strokes. his voice drops even lower, dripping with lust right beside your ear. "fuck— fuck, baby," he moans, eyebrows threaded together in sheer pleasure as he fucks into you relentlessly.

his hips stutter against yours slightly, a loud, guttural moan falling from his lips as his orgasm peaks. he completely stills, pushing himself as far inside your puffy cunt as he can as his warm cum floods your fluttering walls. you whimper quietly at the feeling of his throbbing tip pressing against your cervix, hot ropes of cum filling you up as he grinds his hips into you slowly, fucking you through his orgasm. his moans begin to quiet, the sound of his heavy breathing amplified against your neck.

leon presses tiny, short kisses against your neck, exhaling in satisfaction as he finally catches his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. he lifts his head slightly, sliding his softening cock out of your cunt with a wet sound. a thick trickle of his release immediately leaked from your cunt, and you grimace a bit at the feeling. leon, however, can't take his eyes off the erotic sight.

"fuck... why didn't we do this sooner?" he murmurs, easing off of you to reach for the camera that was still recording you both. before you can protest, leon's already angling the camera down to your used, freshly-stuffed cunt, capturing the way his thick cum slowly leaks from your swollen folds. the sight pulls a low, hungry groan from leon's chest. his free hand gently spreads one of your thighs wider, giving the lens a better view of his cum dripping out of you. "shit, baby, think you can go again?"

you groan in protest, hand moving up to shove the camera playfully, obscuring the lens. "you're impossible." you say, rolling your eyes at his insatiability. he lets out a breathy chuckle at that, finally shutting the camera off after consciously double-checking the video was saved then sets it aside on the nightstand.

just what have you gotten yourself into...?

© cametoile ♡ + ↻

nier’s note 🗒️: wow uhm yeah.. this took way too long to get out hello. lowkey forgot about this blog for a bit sry guys... anywaysss im back with another banger or whatever wish i actually had more motivation to write more than this hello!!! hope u all enjoy anyways x

[cherrryblossomsz]

leon kennedy smut calls to me like the green goblin mask during ovulation week.

[sunsetagain]

[biteyfae-deactivated20260518]

Delicious 🤤

[stonedxia]

❕cw: pseudo-incest, degradation, pussy inspection, impact-play, cunnilingus, fingering

⭑.ᐟ

life is as sweet as pie when caleb can count on her to greet him like a cat at the door.

she prances around with expectancy, lips like velcro to his sweaty neck. her tongue collects whatever nectar it can get, hands roaming around his stoic colonel uniform. anything and everything she can do to forge him into putty, her big brother returning slowly but surely.

“are my leather gloves chafing you?” she doesn’t have to open her eyes to know he’s smirking— can hear the smugness through his stupid remark. he pulls them off finger by finger, forgetting the damn things onto the hardwood floor with a quiet thud.

"need more..." she murmurs against his hot skin, his stubble coarse against her cheek as he pulls her in for a much deeper kiss.

he breathes her in like he can't get enough, teeth snagging onto her bottom lip with fever. time is a blur when she's wrapped in his fiery embrace, legs curling around his waist like a snake with its prey once he hoists her up. it doesn't last long, though, his urgency turning into rage. she ends up disheveled on the couch, spreading her legs open to reveal that she's without underwear.

sneaky devil.

caleb tuts, pulling his undershirt over his head. "she ready for me?” it's ravenous, the way he growls into her panting mouth. excitement makes her chest rise and fall, head tilting as she leans back onto her elbows.

"mhmm... why don'tcha check, ge?"

"don't be smart. open up— more." but he doesn't waste any time, two fingers spreading her lips open to reveal his most prized possession. he whistles, tongue swiping in anticipation.

the pad of his index strokes over her folds, her slick already drooling down onto the leather beneath her. caleb dips his head closer, not missing any detail. he admires the view in front of him, sighing with contentment as he taps against her clit, once, then twice. she shudders under his touch, moaning when he blows air onto her opening.

“look at you, fuck.” her taut clit pokes out from the hood, glistening and wet with the glob of saliva he so vulgarly spits onto it.

"such a sexy lil' thing. my pussy. mine."

her whines are like velvet, crooning louder when he presses his nose to her entrance. he inhales sharply, groaning like she’s stabbed him straight through the heart. sloppy kisses and gentle laps of his tongue are rewarded to her (though it’s more of a self-restraint issue on his part). when he leans back up, he becomes clinical— sterile, even.

"c’mon n’make her wink at me, pips."

she doesn't need to be told twice, flexing her hole at him, then around his fingers when he shoves them inside. more and more of his digits slide around, twisting and curling with precise examination. the scissoring causes her legs to cave inward in a bolt of raw pleasure, earning a warning noise from him and the welcome weight of his evol forcing her to open further.

“everything seems to be in order. the only thing left to check is…” thwack! her eyes well with tears when he pulls out from her and smacks her pussy. what's worse— the bastard is satisfied with her reaction.

“gotta make her cum, baby. can you do that? make this greedy cunt cum for gege?”

“y-yes! god, wanna cum so bad, pleasepleaseplease— caleb!”

“yeah you fuckin’ do. ‘cause you’re a slut designed juuust for me. you’re gonna cum all over my fingers, and then squirt f’me. isn’t that right?” his other hand grips her chin violently, moving her head in agreement like a doll. he nods along with her in mockery, eyes dark but full of mirth.

she’s seconds away from losing this uphill battle. he knows this, and despite his desire to keep playing with his food, the better half of him rams three fingers inside. obscene, wet and sticky schlicking noises start swimming in the space around them.

"mhmm. but we gotta go deeper. like... here. yeah? yeeeah. fuckin' take it. keep squeezing 'round gege's fingers. show him how this pussy works."

"ah-ah-ah! gege, please! i-i can't… too much… hngh!"

blood rushes to her cheeks, eyebrows bowing and eyelashes batting at him as she pouts. even through all of this, she can still play the part of a greedy baby sister. it makes him want to tear her apart until there's nothing left.

“you don’t have a choice. cum for me, right now.”

and like that, she’s there falling, falling, falling.

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➷ FRATKUNA NEVER NOTICED YOUR OVULATION…UNTIL YOU GET HANDSY WITH HIM IN THE POOL [FWB]

[ TAGS ] — MDNI 18+ ONLY. NSFW. fwb. piv. raw. OVULATION. needy reader. EXHIBITIONISM. creampie. PUBLIC SEX. spanking. POSSESSIVE SUKUNA. CAUGHT. spitting. slight degradation. DUMBIFICATION. slight angsttt. dacryphilia. fingering. scent kink. overstim. wc: 14.6k

sukuna knows women. he knows how to please them. how to make them moan, whine, cry. but knowing how to please a woman doesn’t mean he knows women. aka a woman’s cycle. in simple terms, sukuna has mainly grown up with men, his gramps, his brothers, toji — all he knows is a girl has a period, but he has never bothered to stay with a girl long enough to actually address her period.

well until his fuck buddy, you, open your door for him.

his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you towards his chest, lips locking with yours in moments. “Mmm,” he groans, tongue pushing past your lips, just to feel you press a hand to his chest. your lips break, air filling his lungs in disdain, eyes narrowing at you for pushing him away.

“you didn’t text me, dude,” you say, letting him pull away to drop his backbag on the floor, plastic bag in hand as he kicks his shoes off.

“got outta the gym late. lost track of time,” he walks two steps to the kitchen pulling out two energy drinks, a protein drink, and a couple protein bars. “fuck,” he cups his crotch, palming himself through his low hanging sweats. he opens his shake. “accidentally swiped on that video ya’ sent me from the summer. I watched the whole thing between my sets.” his hand tips back, throat bopping as he chugs the shake, eyes closing as he sees the video play back in his mind, hand still on his bulge.

you’re leaning against the column between your smaller than small living room and kitchen, eyeing the way he’s shamelessly groping himself in front of you, men. you sigh, internally.

“hey,” he suddenly appears in front of you, towering. his musky scent fills your nose as he cups your neck, the other resting on your hip. he slowly lowers himself, tilting your chin up with a thumb as his lips connect with yours again. “haah,” he sighs, kissing your lips like it’s his saving grace, his sweats hang low on his hips as he presses himself against you. “remember that video?” he husks, “the one with ya’ spreading your legs out for the camera—“

you gently press a hand to his chest again, cheeks flushed, but stomach churning uncomfortably. “ryo—“

“wanna see this pussy,” he doesn’t even hesitate, he drops his head to your neck, kissing the exposed skin before dropping to a knee, hands on your hips. “wanna smell how good she is—“

“ryo,” you press a hand to his forehead, face aflame, as you push him back. your heart hammers as he frowns up at you, jaw tight and hands tightening around your waist. “I got my period yesterday.”

….

a silent beat passes.

then.

FUCK!

sukuna is horrible at controlling his face.

you immediately notice his dilated pupils dissipate, and the excitement die behind his eyes. your lips purse, making a my bad king type of face. but sukuna looks absolutely destroyed, his head drops forward, desperately trying to control his eye roll, but you catch it , along with the way he presses his face into your stomach, and groans. loud. uncontrolled.

“sorry…I forgot to text you, and you came all the way here,” you pat his shoulder apologetically, though you’re not super sympathetic since it’s not your fault.

“ya’ have cramps or some shit?” he grumbles against your sleep shirt.

“had crazy cramps this morning, but just like…not in the mood right now,” you cringe while saying it, but sukuna just sighs.

you bite your cheek as you watch him sit back on his heels. his black sweats straining against his thighs, his bulge shameless as it presses up against the material. your eyes flick over him again, wetting your lip as you reach for his hair. hesitant. but eventually…your manicured nails run through the slightly damp, salmon colored hair. you watch in silent awe as his lashes weigh down, and his jaw tightens like he’s holding himself back. your nails scratch his scalp, lightly, but enough to elect a raw groan from the back of his throat.

you bite your lip, eyeing the dark flush crawling up his neck, and dusting his cheeks a light pink. his large palm rests on your outer thigh and the other flexing as it grips his erection. how far will he—

“not cumming in my fucking sweats,” he suddenly barks, getting to his feet. your hand drops as he walks towards the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head, he kicks the door shut behind him.

your lips purse again, biting your cheek as you hear the shower turn on. men.

that was how sukuna dealt with his fuck buddy being on her period. somehow always finding out last minute that you’re bleeding, and in no mood for action — except for those very rare occasions, well he can’t divulge too much now since you never want him to mention it again — and he’s forced to take care of his problem in your shower. his rough calloused palm — a contrast from your soft smaller ones — jerks his painfully hard throbbing cock to the images of you floating in his mind until he’s finally shooting his thick white load all over your shower wall. haze clearing up as he watches the cum slide down. and then he’ll step out of the bathroom, usually wearing a pair of sweats he’d forgotten here, along with a plain black tee, and crash on the couch as you do your homework. he’ll eye you a bit, but eventually shift his attention to the tv and knockout.

it would be difficult for those five to seven days, especially when you would be slightly more clipped with him, or just plain bitchy and short tempered (like him). but it’d get him all hot and bothered, especially since he can’t act on it.

that was sukuna’s perception of a woman’s cycle. before he never cared, now he cares just a little more because he can’t have sex with you when you’re on your period.

but as smart as sukuna is, it takes a little more brain power for him to realize what this is.

this being, how he’s wound up because he’s trying to get through this studying for an upcoming exam. he’s far from prepared for and the best way for him to study is to be around someone who takes it seriously— you. and yet…

and yet, you won’t stop moving!

at first you were sitting across from him in the library. then you shift to the seat at corner of the table, and then you move to sit directly beside him.

“you need help?” he suddenly cuts. you’re shifting beside him stops, brows pulled in confusion.

“was just uncomfortable, am i disturbing you?”

his brow twitches, but you were completely innocent. your brow pulled up, like he’s the crazy one, and not you, who’s moved around like ten times in the last hour!!

“just a little,” he mutters, putting his headphones back on and turning back to his work. luckily, you seem to have settled down, attention back on your own studies. engrossed in your review sheets and notes, as sukuna reviews for his own exam.

however, what the fratboy did notice was even when shoko stopped bye to chat, and utahime came to whisper some gossip to you between her class, you didn’t move once. his brow quirked briefly when utahime chatted across the table, and instead of getting up and going to the hallway to talk freely, you remain seated, right beside him, and right against him.

what’s going on?

“I swear I told the girl I didn’t even know who she was talking about it—but she didn’t even care. girl! I wasn’t talking to your ex,” utahime rambles in hushed whispers, similar to the whispered conversations at other tables.

your brows furrow in shock, “what the hell?? why the heck is she even confronting you in the middle of class though? that’s so weird.”

“that’s what I’m sayinggg!!!”

sukuna has every reason to snap at you both right now. to tell you two to shut the fuck up or go outside. seriously, it was distracting as fuck. but his mind was short circuiting and stumbling around all because of how fucking close you are to him.

his arms are leaning over the table, biceps bulging from his tshirt, scribbling practice equations and notes. and you’re leaning over in an identical position, but your side is fully pressed against his arm. your zip up hoodie resting around your hips after you’d shrugged it off, and your usual cold skin was searing hot against his. skin to skin. and it’s been like that for the past twenty minutes.

usually when your friends stop by to ramble you have the curiosity to step away so he can study. but not this time— well you did a similar thing a month ago too. sticking to him like glue. brushing your fingers over the veins of his forearm—

“okay, I’ll update you later, but thanks for letting me borrow your airpods!” utahime concludes her rant with finally returning your airpods and running off to her next class. sukuna lets out an air of relief, relaxing beside you.

finally, some peace and quiet in the library.

…shift…

well, it could only last so long.

his brows furrow as he glances over at you, your cheek is now resting on his arm, mindlessly reading your notes like this is normal. is it because he’s finally anxious about an exam after so long, that he’s noticing how touchy you’re being? or maybe you’re not in the mood to do your work and in the mood for something else—

tch, he doesn’t have time to find some room to fuck you in though. it’s the middle of the day and the library is packed. the last thing you’d want is for someone to see you both. however, he can’t even tell if you want any action right now. it just looks like you’re tired…and clingy…?

sukuna exhales, thumb pressing against his jaw in thought, while you shift again, oblivious to his internal turmoil, cheek smushed against his arm…

“you hungry?” he interrupts, desperate for his mind to quiet down.

“not really,” you mutter, focused on your homework.

his lips downturn, pen tapping the desk, “I’m gonna grab another celsius.” he suddenly stands, startling you for a moment, noticing the way your pretty lashes blink in surprise. you’re definitely just focused on school…but last month you were acting the same-ish…if he’s right, then when he comes back…you’ll…

he places a celsius in front of you, eyes flicking over you as he sips his drink. you hum in distracted appreciation, like you can’t even see him sliding back into his seat, legs spread, and arms coming up back to the table to grab his pen. but like glue, you’re sliding yourself right beside him, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, and taking a subtle inhale.

what the hell?!? it’s like he can predict you’re every move now?!

it didn’t stop there. the puzzle pieces are starting to come together slowly. especially when you subtly kept a grip on his arm muttering how he can finish studying at your place, without the distraction of the frat—which you rarely pressure him to do a night before an exam. except instead of going straight to the bathroom to shower, you followed him to your couch and sat beside him.

“do you mind if I turn on the tv?” you ask with such an unnerving amount of gentleness, glancing at him with your full undivided attention.

his brow quirks, why’re you looking at him like that? “it’s your place, woman.”

you hum, relaxing back, albeit pressed to his side and your knees tucked up, as he leans over on the coffee table (aka your only desk in your small ass apartment) reviewing more work. but just moments later he’s sliding to the floor for more comfortability—

“why’d you move?” your voice cuts through the quiet apartment.

“huh?”

sukuna glances back, brow quirked with confusion at the frown you’re wearing. “leaning over is fucking with my back,” he tsks, earning him an uncharacteristically quick attitude switch from you — your eyes roll, your entire body slumps further back on the couch that you’re basically laying across it, and your cute bottom lip juts out in an irritated, subtle pout. seriously? sukuna scoffs internally. you’re acting like such a brat??? for real this time.

your cheeks press against the cushion. your hypnotizing eyes flick between his, then eventually settle on his lips. they’re slightly chapped, pink…pretty…kissable…

“ya need something?” he snaps without any bite. you’re zoning out again. your eyes drift off, and your lips part lost in thought. “zoning out—“ are the words that you here before you feel an aggressive (light in his mind) flick to your forehead. “again!”

“ow!” you groan loud, face quickly turning and pressing into the cushion in annoyance. “what the hell!” your muffled yell barely comes out.

“what the hell me?” he tsks, rough hand landing on your head, and turning your face back for air. “I was talking and you did that shit again—“

“what thing?!” you scoff, brows pinched in anger as you stare into his eyes….his deep…dark…lidded…crimson eyes…..haah—

“that,” he exhales, hand softening on your temple, and irritation slipping away with your usual antics. “how do you even zone out that fast?”

your glossy lips part, manicured nail brushing your bottom lip, heat pooling between your legs, and eyes half lidded… “was thinking about your eyes.”

the softness of your tone was more shocking than the actual words that came out of your mouth. or it was the combination of both. or the bluntness of your gentle honey sweet voice that took sukuna by surprise…

but he blinked. once. twice—

“first it was your lips,” you whisper with a breathless sigh. your finger carefully reaching out and touching his lips. you mimic the way he parts his lips with your own. his thick brows creating a shadow over his lidded eyes. “then your eyes.” you explain with such clarity, it had sukuna short circuiting as he tries to rationalize why you’re acting this way—

“that’s why i zoned out,” you conclude, shifting closer to the edge of the couch, closer to him. your eyes dot up at him, brushing his bottom lip, pulling it down with a thumb. “you distract me sometimes.” you’re tired…it was a long day of classes and it was the middle of the week. that has to be the reason, sukuna thinks.

by now, he knows that look.

you wanna fuck.

“Mmm,” you whine the moment he presses his lips to yours. your tongue immediately finding his as your nails course through his hair. tugging. “make me cum, ryo.”

he snorts in your mouth, rough hand pushing your shirt up, thumbing your bra before hooking his thumb under and lifting up. “should’ve just told me ya want your pussy wet—“

“it’s already wet,” you cut, “been wet all day.”

shiit, he groans into your lips, pushing his hand down, past your waistband. “fucking slut.” a breathy gasp slips out as he cups your wet sticky pussy. “fucking drenched, dirty brat.” his teeth sink into your bottom lip as you whine louder, unaware how sukuna’s neck is unbelievably red. why do you taste sweeter?

“Mmm lift your hips up,” he husks. you don’t get the chance to react when he’s suddenly yanking your pants and drenched panties off. “spread ‘em.”

your tongue pokes your bottom lip, opening your legs for your fuck buddy. his huge palms press against your thighs, grabbing fistfuls and licking his bottom lip as your sticky pussy comes into view. his pupils dilate as he watches your hole twitch. and your scent immediately hits his nose. “you’re gonna taste so good today.” he mutters to himself, but your brow lifts.

“what’s different about today?”

he leans forward, eyes flicking up as he exhales. is he drunk? his eyes roll back, cock throbbing in his pants and he inhales again—fuuck, you smell so much sweeter, “nothin.” his tongue shuts you right up as he licks a long wet lewd strip up your folds. your back immediately arches off the couch, nails digging into his scalp as his beefy arms lock around your thighs, moaning. your sweet honey floods his taste buds…this pussy has always hypnotized him, aroma consuming him and taste intoxicating him…but now that he thinks about…this small little difference in taste and scent, a bit sweeter, happened last month—

“ryo—haah ah mmh ya like my pussy?” your eyes flutter as you keep them on sukuna’s flushed face.

his eyes roll back, completely falling apart between your thighs as he groans a deep husky, “fuck yeah.”

your stomach burns hot at his voice, and voice pitching higher as his tongue delves inside your hole. “haaaah—your mouth is so good, baby—ngh been wet all day,” you confess in your pleasure. “was staring at your hands all day, ryo—they’re so big…l-like your di—ahh—“ fuck you’re talking a lot, sukuna groans, annoyed how worked up your voice is getting him.

his tongue laps and sucks, his salvia creating an even bigger mess. he pulls away, cheeks dusted a deep red as he spits directly onto your puffy clit, pupils dilating as he spreads the mess all over your swollen clit. “these hands,” he runs his calloused palm over your lower stomach. your pupils grow black with lust. pupils blown as you stare at the way his hand encompasses the entire surface. his crimson irises dilate once he sees the lust all over your face. “want them inside ya?”

you nod, immediately.

he doesn’t wait.

two long, thick fingers push past the initial tightness, feeling the gummy walls of your pussy hug his digits with delight. your jaw falls slack, drool slipping as he leans down to plant wet kisses along your lower stomach, forearms and biceps flexing as he pistons his fingers in n out. the squelching fills his ears as you moan above him.

“ngh! fuh ryo, feels good, kiss—kiss me down there—“ you push his head down until his lips connect with your clit again, sucking. rough. mean. teeth sinking just hard enough to make your eyes water and a choked cry slip your lips. “ryo,” you mewl with such lewd sweetness that this huge 6’5 hunk is practically moaning in response. “ry—my pussy—ahh gun —mmm c-close—gun cum—“

but sukuna has already lost all sanity with how good your slick tastes. his eyes roll back pushing you over the edge. “mmm fuck!” you cry, lashes wet as they flutter from the pleasure coursing out of you. his throat bops swallowing and lapping your sweet slick like it’s a drug — which it might as well be with the way his cock is throbbing in his boxers just from eating his fuck buddy’s sweet pussy. “taste like fucking honey,” he groans, cleaning you up like a dog. he pants, catching his breath as he climbs up to your lips like a starved animal. he smashes his lips against you, kissing your spit slicked lips with a loud groan. how do your lips taste sweet too?

“gonna be a good brat and let me fuck this tight pussy?” He grunts, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down along with his boxers, freeing his painfully erect cock.

your tongues collide, dumb whine coming from the back of your throat, and hands running up and locking around his neck. “f’course.”

fucking you rough and fast on the couch as you babbled like a dumb slut, drunk on his cock, had him seeing stars. he was desperately trying to figure out how you're handling him with how uncharacteristically rough he’s being, but you haven’t told him to stop.

"ry—aa-haah!"

shit. he'd flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips , ass in the air as he slams his thick throbbing cock in from behind. his rough palm is pressed into your lower back keeping you in that deep arch he loves, and hand cracking the nth spank to your sore ass. "feel good?"

"so good ryo—wanna cum again -cum-ngh haah please please-"

unbelievable.

and it’s not until he’s panting on the couch, your limp body resting across it, completely and utterly spent, does he realize just how rough he was being. his jaw tenses, as the fog clears up.

“hey…” his voice treads lightly, cautious as he turns on the couch, glancing at your resting form. your shirt covers your breasts after he finally came and let you lay back on the couch. but his spend leaks out of your abused hole, and your ass is still burning from his mean spanks. “hey…” he leans over you, hand brushing your waist. grounding. “you okay?”

he watches carefully as you turn on your side, eyes heavy as you blink up at him. “yeah…you okay?”

“you okay with how we fucked?”

you don’t blink, “yeah.”

yeah, somethings up. he was rough, even he knows that much. and you took it well. more than well, you were begging for me.

all of those should’ve been signs. the closeness, the slight sweetness spike in your slick and saliva. how unbelievably heavenly you smell, all the time. how you didn’t mind how rough he was. but the cherry on top was the party friday.

the frat is lit up like a damn fever dream. neon strips line the railings, glow paint smeared across walls and skin, bass from the dj bleeding through the floors as the pool outside shimmers under colored lights. it’s packed, but not suffocating. invite-only for once. people actually have room to breathe, but it was mainly because they didn’t want any complaints so early in the semester.

sukuna is sat back on the patio couch, shirtless, skin still damp from the heat, a thin sheen of sweat catching the lights every time he moves, tattoos flexing over his well defined muscles. gojo was loud beside him, geto half-listening while scrolling on his phone, a couple other guys scattered around with some girls mingling between them. but sukuna isn’t paying attention to any of it.

he has a drink in his hand, untouched. his eyes keep drifting. back to you. somewhere near the edge of the pool, laughing at something utahime is saying, glowing under the neon like it was made for you. your bikini hugged your tits so well he’d pop a boner if he stares too hard. the droplets run down your soft skin, as he sees you fix your necklace as you say something to your friend.

he clicks his tongue, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “you ever notice they act different sometimes?” he mutters, low enough that it doesn’t carry past the music.

nanami, sitting beside him in swim shorts, thick legs spread open for all to eye and an open button up putting his defined abs on full display, along with the sneaky patch of blonde hair peaking out of his waistband, doesn’t even look up from his phone. “that’s a very broad statement.”

sukuna exhales through his nose. “nah, like—” he pauses, frowning slightly, like he’s trying to piece a puzzle together when he doesn’t have all the pieces yet. “it’s not random.”

nanami studies him for a second, then follows his line of sight, and finds you immediately. is he starting to realize his feelings for you?— “not random how?”

sukuna tilts his head, “just… different. clingier. or—” he gestures vaguely with his drink. “more into it.”

nanami raises a brow. “into what.”

sukuna gives him a look like don’t be fucking stupid.

nanami hums, finally catching on, taking a slow sip. “you’re asking if there’s a pattern to women’s behavior.”

“i’m saying there is one,” sukuna mutters aggressively. “i just don’t know what the hell it is.”

“you know,” nanami says calmly, “they have cycles.”

there’s a beat. then sukuna leans back, jaw ticking slightly, still watching you. “yeah I fucking know that,” he mutters. “It’s annoying.”

nanami glances at him again, lost. “what is.”

sukuna doesn’t answer right away. just takes another sip, eyes narrowing faintly. “the way it’s not consistent.”

nanami huffs quietly, amused now . “if you’re starting to notice now then it is consistent.”

sukuna side-eyes him. nanami is no better than gojo or geto, he’s just more subtle about his innuendos. “I’m not noticing shit—“

nanami shrugs, setting his glass down. unaware that gojo and geto have agreed on teams.

“okay! water volleyball!” gojo’s voice cuts clean through the bass, already halfway to the pool as he grins like he’s been waiting for this all night. a cheer ripples through the patio. of course it does. a house full of athletes, half-naked, girls in bikinis, a competition handed to them on a silver platter? yeah, they’re moving before the rules are even explained.

geto stretches his arms above his head as he stands, “hey! the love of god,” he mutters, loud enough for the frat president t to hear him, “try not to break anyone’s teeth this time.”

gojo laughs, already hopping to his side of the pool because obviously he’s one of the captains. “no promises.”

sukuna’s already up, taking the second captain title and just like that — whatever train of thought he was stuck on snaps clean in half. gone. replaced with something sharper, more familiar. his shoulders roll once, loose, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the space, the people already splitting into sides. his team or gojo’s team. they’re always on opposite teams. it makes it more fun.

“don’t get in my way,” he tosses to gojo as he steps around to his end of the pool, his hand brushing his stomach as he crack his neck.

“you wish,” gojo shoots back.

people start gathering, some hanging back to watch, others eager, slipping into the water, calling out sides, laughing as they pick teams. a younger pledge scrambles to the middle, already trying to take control after geto shoves him in to the play referee, whistle in hand like this is some official match.

and of course, even as chaos takes over the yard. your eyes find him. instinctive, like something in you locks in and refuses to look anywhere else.

sukuna stands at the edge, skin still glistening under the neon, muscles flexing lazily as he stretches his arm over his head. his back, his shoulders, the deep v- line that has your eyes following down to the tuft of light hair peaking out the same one you always find yourself caressing during foreplay— it’s too much. it’s always too much, but tonight it sits heavier in your chest, lower in your stomach, something warm and insistent that doesn’t let up between your legs.

your clit throbs.

“wait—” utahime grabs your wrist, staring at you like you’ve lost your mind. “you hate this stuff.”

you don’t even look at her. “it’ll be fun,” you murmur, already pulling away. and then you’re moving. slipping from your seat on the edge of the pool and jumping in.

the water hits cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat that’s been building under it. you swim to sukuna’s side, breath catching slightly as you orient yourself to the chaos around you, because normally, usually, a crowded sweaty pool was something you’d avoid, but—he’s already looking at you. your thighs press together.

his eyes are not casual, not passing, he’s looking. his gaze drops first. slow and deliberate, catching the faint mark on your neck, the one he left last night, barely visible under the colored lights. his jaw ticks. then lower, just for a second, the way your body shifts in the water, the ripple of movement as you steady yourself, the rise and fall of your breasts threatening to spill out. the water calmly rocks underneath them. then his gaze shifts back to your face, and you’re still staring at him. you’re not even trying to hide it.

something about that makes his brow twitch.

because you’re not looking away. not when he meets your eyes. not when the noise around you spikes, not when someone splashes too close. your focus stays locked, heavy, almost… expectant.

it lingers a second too long. then—

“teams set!” the pledge yells, blowing the whistle way too aggressively. “first to ten— no cheap shots—“ he glances around before catching geto lounged on the other side of the pool, some girl already pressed against his arm. “OH! no punches or choking!”

“shut up and start it,” gojo calls from the other side, already grinning, bouncing lightly in the water.

sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you for another beat. then he exhales through his nose, turning slightly, shoulders squaring as the ball is tossed into play and he’s in the pool.

the game starts rough. the second the ball is tossed, two guys are already lunging for it. water splashing high, bodies colliding mid-air before someone spikes it hard across the pool. girls moved out of the way, squealing as huge men fight. a chorus of shouts erupts from the sidelines, music still blasting behind it, neon lights flickers over wet skin and moving bodies.

gojo, the ever responsible fraternity president, grins like a man possessed on the other side. sukuna, the very responsible vice president, is barking like a mad man.

and of course, the competitive idiots fall into rhythm with each other. fast, aggressive, locked in, and every hit gets harder, a slightly more violent. every return is sharper and people start gathering closer to the edge, phones out, recording, yelling their names like it’s a real match instead of a drunk frat game.

“c’mon, kuna!” someone shouts.

“gojo! spike that shit!”

water slaps against tile. everything is moving fast, bodies move out of the way so they’re not hit by the aggressive spikes from the frat hosts. but they still refuse to leave the pool because it’s fun, messy, loud, and heated.

and then the ball comes your way. your eyes widen, barely able to think, so you just react. your hands come up, fingers pushing against it just right, and somehow, you’re sending it up in a clean arc, right to him.

sukuna moves instantly….he jumps, sculpted body cutting through the air, arm pulling back before he slams the ball down with violent force, sending it crashing into gojo’s side of the pool.

a winning point. a cheer explodes. and when he lands, water dripping down his shoulders, he glances at you, canines on display, as his deep voice cuts through the chaos to say, “good girl.” it’s low, automatic, and it slips out without thought, just like how he’d praise you when you’re alone, and his voice is raspy as he whispers it in your ear, cock usually deep in your guts as he gives you another mean thrust that you take with pride, pussy clamping when he bottoms.

something fast, hot, and dizzying rushes through you. your chest tightens, skin buzzing as your breath stutters for a second. your thighs press together instinctively under the water, pulse kicking up in a way that feels almost overwhelming. and from that moment on, you stick to him. you try to chase the ball for him, pushing it back into his reach every chance you get, doing your best to avoid the large men playing the game. but your focus narrows, locked in on your hot fuck buddy like nothing else exists. every movement feels sharper, more urgent, your body reacting before your brain can catch up.

on the sidelines, people notice. how can they not? most of the girls “playing” cling to the perimeter. and then there’s you, being an idiot, but a very hot one, throwing yourself in the middle. your bikini clings tight from the water, fabric hugging every curve, shifting every time you jump or twist. a few guys on the edge of the pool don’t even bother pretending they’re watching the game anymore. their eyes track you instead, murmurs passing between them. someone whistles when you jump to set the ball, breasts bouncing freely in the flimsy bikini top, your nipples hard underneath as water cascades like some playboy ad.

but sukuna, is too locked into the game to notice.

the first round ends with his team winning, and the second starts almost immediately, louder than before. people are picking sides now, chanting, recording, some still dancing on the grass behind them, focused on the dj, drinks sloshing as the party refuses to slow down around the chaos of the pool’s game.

you’re still right there again when it starts. you doubt you’re even playing anymore, but you wanted to see him, watch him jump high and spike the ball. watch the ink on his back ripple with his muscles. the same defined lines that you caress at night, and hug—

your attention is so narrowed, that you don’t even notice the guy at first. bodies are moving like a blur that you don’t focus on another moving behind you. until it’s too near, too familiar for someone you don’t know. then, a hand brushes your bare side under the water, lingering just a second too long making your blood run cold.

your eyes snap wide. “what the fuck!” you twist instantly, shoving him off hard, water splashing between you as your stomach turns. only a few people notice, the rest too consumed by the game until you’re moving straight towards a certain captain.

“THAT’S A FUCKING FOUL GOJO—what the—“

your arms wrap around him from behind without hesitation, pressing into him, chest flush against his back as you cling to one familiar form. tight, and instinctive.

it catches him off guard, just for a second. his body tenses slightly under your grip. his muscular arms lift, head turning halfway to see, “who the fuck—“ grabbed him in the middle of game! but then he sees you. and his eyes glance down at your familiar hands holding his chest. your name slips out of his lips, confused what you’re doing, but then the ball’s already back in play. and somehow he keeps going.

even with you wrapped around him, weight clinging to his back, he still moves, still blocks, still lands a hit that sends the ball flying back over the net. it’s messy now, uneven, but he’s too competitive to stop, jaw tight, focus split but still sharp. water splashes everywhere. people are yelling. gojo laughs from the other side. “what the hell is that— you got a handicap now?”

sukuna clicks his tongue, annoyed, shifting slightly to keep his balance with you still latched onto him. you don’t let go. not once. “you drunk?” he tries to talk to you mid-game.

“yeah,” you mutter over the music. but as more people fill the pool, and the third round feels much more chaotic, sukuna begins to notice. your grip tightens every time someone gets too close, every time someone accidentally touches you, every time your head spins just a little from the alcohol and the heat and everything. your cheek presses against his back, breath uneven, body still buzzing in a way you don’t fully understand, other than the fact that you can feel how hot it is between your legs. he smells so good…

the game drags on— until finally— gojo’s team takes the last point. a loud cheer erupts from his side, people splashing into the pool, celebrating, phones still up capturing everything.“told you,” gojo grins, pushing his wet snowy hair back, muscles flexing for the cameras as he sticks his tongue out.

sukuna exhales sharply through his nose, annoyed, shoulders tense— he doesn’t shake you off. but unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance.

you’re suddenly ripped away.

“wha—! what the fuck!” you yelp as a pair of hands grab you from underneath, a drunk junior dunking under the water before popping up with you lifted high onto his shoulders. just for the crowd to erupt.

“OH SHIT— chicken fight!”

“LET’S GO!”

“get her, get her!” other guys in the pool dunk under and lift a few laughing girls up. but you’re not one of them. your thighs clamp instinctively around the stranger’s head just to keep from slipping, heart racing, balance completely shot as water drips down your legs and chest. your hands fly to his hair, trying to steady yourself, panic flashing across your face. you didn’t agree to this. your eyes lock with sukuna immediately. wide. confused. he’s not your boyfriend— but he’s still…

something in him snaps. he straightens, fast. too fast. the playful edge from seconds ago gone completely, replaced with something sharp and violent, jaw tightening as his eyes drag over the way the guy’s hands are gripping your thighs— and the whistles from the crowd don’t help, especially when your hand reaches to adjust the way your bikini top had shifted.

“damn!”

sukuna’s fist curls. “get your fucking hands off her,” he bites out, already moving forward through the water, splashing hard as he closes the distance.

the guy just laughs, drunk, clueless and not listening. “relax, man, it’s just a chicken fight. ever heard of those?”

he doesn’t get to finish. sukuna’s already pulling his arm back, when you squeak.

“wait—!” you gasp, trying to shift your weight, panic spiking as the situation spirals way too fast—but before anything can land another pair of bodies crash into you. a second drunk chicken fight slams into your side, bodies colliding, completely losing balance. and then everything goes under. water rushes over your head in a blur of limbs and noise, the guy beneath you losing his footing as you both go down. you barely have time to register it before a hand grabs you. hard.

sukuna’s arm wraps tight around your waist, yanking you up and out of the water in one sharp motion. you cough, sputtering slightly, fingers clutching onto him as he steadies you against his side. he doesn’t even look at you at first. he’s glaring past you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he snaps, voice low and dangerous, water dripping from his hair as he stares down the guy who just broke the surface, coughing. “you fucking grab girls without permission and I’m fucking snapping your arm in half!”

the junior lifts his hands, half-laughing, half-defensive. “yo, chill— it’s just a game—”

“i said don’t touch her,” sukuna cuts in, sharper this time, stepping forward like he’s ready to swing anyway.

the energy shifts instantly. people nearby start stepping in, hands coming up.

“aye, chill, chill—” one tries to come between them. sukuna doesn’t even notice that you’d managed to slip from his grip, still coughing as you swim to the steps of the pool, heart pounding as utahime, having seen the entire interaction helps you out.

“you okay?” she sits in front of you on the edge handing you water.

you nod, chugging half the bottle, before breathing again, “swallowed like…” you gag, “a disgusting amount of that pool water.” utahime cringes as she glances at the pool. the interaction growing even more heated, as a crowd watches sukuna curse out the junior.

“anyone else fucking grab a girl without her permission is getting fucking banned from this frat permanently!” sukuna shouts. murmurs break out across the crowd, a few glance towards you, as utahime notices, but you’re too busy washing your mouth out to care.

gojo’s aloof attitude steps in after coming back with a sweet juice in hand. “okay, okay, we’re clear on consent aren’t we guys?”

people hum, cheering for the games to continue. but then…

“didn’t know she was your girlfriend.”

it lands this time, cutting through the noise and sticking just long enough for a few whistles and low laughs to ripple through the crowd. the kind of comment meant to poke, to stir, to see what the hot headed vp will do with it. but what’s worse is that a majority of the crowd has no clue what your relationship is with sukuna. aside from the frat members.

sukuna doesn’t even look at him, and he doesn’t correct it. it’s not because he wants to claim you. not because it’s true. but because it’s annoying—because explaining it, denying it, entertaining it at all feels like more effort than it’s worth. he’s your fuck buddy, he knows that, you know that, and thats all. his jaw tightens once, eyes already elsewhere, done with the conversation before it can grow legs because then he’ll really break his fucking arm.

the party moves on like it always does. music swells back up, as gojo and geto thank the heavens that sukuna was in a good mood before the argument that he wasn’t tempered to continue the fight. luckily the drinks are raised again. gojo’s already laughing, pulling attention away, and just like that the moment dissolves into noise.

sukuna’s focus shifts and lands on you.

you’re still on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, skin slick and glowing under the neon lights. your bikini clings tighter now, nipples pebbled under your soaked top, every curve on display, highlighted by the shadows of the lights above. it makes it impossible not to look. droplets trail down your thighs, catching the light as you tilt your head back slightly, still rinsing your mouth out, brows furrowed in clear disgust.

utahime sits in front of you, just as eye-catching to the hungry men around, her own bikini hugging her frame, water beading along her collarbones as she watches you with a mix of concern and amusement.

and people are staring. not subtle glances—staring like you’re something to watch. something to linger on. like the game earlier just shifted into something else entirely and now you’re part of it without agreeing. no wonder you hate these parties.

it irritates him, fast.

sukuna clicks his tongue under his breath and pushes forward through the water, tall enough that even standing in the pool, he closes the height between you easily. the neon catches on his skin too. his broad shoulders still damp, muscles flexing as he moves, water sliding down his torso in slow lines. he’s not unaware of the way people look at him either—girls nearby pausing mid-conversation, eyes dragging over him openly—but he doesn’t care. not right now. not when he reaches you.

his hand comes up without hesitation, settling on your exposed thigh where it hangs over the edge of the pool. his palm is warm even against your wet skin, fingers spreading slightly, firm enough to ground, possessive. the contact is immediate. deliberate.

the shift is noticeable. a couple of those lingering stares drop off instantly. only then does he look at you. his gaze flicks over your face, still a little flushed, still catching your breath, before settling. his gaze is steady, assessing the way your glossy lips part with an exhale after chugging an entire bottle of watet.

“you good?” he asks, voice lower now, rougher around the edges from the leftover tension. his thumb moves slightly against your skin without thinking, a small, absent motion that doesn’t match the sharpness in his expression.

utahime has to hold back an eye roll, especially when his gaze flicks over your face, then your lips. unbelievable. what’s with him? what’s stopping him from asking you out if he gets so hot headed and possessive—ughhh…utahime holds back her anger, because she was pissed when someone suddenly grabbed you and then had you dunked in the water. why does sukuna have to be so fucking weird though?! she internally curses out sukuan for being the person that always protects her best friend, but acts like a complete jerk another second.

“how much sweat did you drink?” sukuna asks, tone laced with amusement .

your eyes snap, face grimacing, “shut the fuck—up,” you gag again, hand coming up to your mouth just for utahime to snort and sukuna to bark with laughter.

“did i tell ya why we had to drain the pool last year—“ sukuna starts, utahime’s eyes widen.

“oh my god I remember!”

your face pales, nails digging into sukuna’s shoulder while the other still covers your mouth. “don’t you dare tell me.”

sukuna grimaces with an amused expression remembering what happened at last years pool party. but distracting you has somehow managed to isolate everything else around him and have his sole focus on the way you wipe your mouth with a napkin utahime — and now nanami and geto at her side — comes back with, and the way your fingers shift from his shoulder to his forearm resting across your damp lap. and the conversation flows afterwards.

gojo was still on the dance floor, completely in his own world, some girl is pressed to his side as neon lights strobe over him laughing, loud, untouchable in the way he always is. meanwhile, the edge of the pool has settled into something more intimate and funny. the conversations around overlap as you all joke loudly and throwing around slight bickering, cooling off from the chaos, but still very much alive.

and with all that, you hadn’t left. even after everything, you’re still sitting where you are, leg still dipped in the water, skin dewy under the lights, bikini keeping your pretty tits in view for a certain salmon haired man. your hair is slightly damp, pushed back from your face, exposing the curve of your neck—the faint mark sukuna left the night before still visible if someone looks close enough. and you smell heavenly. fuck if you’re alone, he’d bury his nose closer to your breasts to smell the sweat clinging.

but people are looking. they always are now.

they just don’t linger as long anymore. not with him there. sukuna leans into the edge of the pool, upper body braced beside you, his arm draped behind your back like it naturally falls there. his other hand rests lazily against your thigh, fingers tapping absently against your skin as he takes a sip from his beer. his shoulders are broad, still slick with water, veins visible along his arms as they flex with every small movement.

he looks just as much of a problem as ever. and the attention doesn’t stop, girls nearby still steal glances, whispers, watching the way he’s positioned so close to you, the way his hand hasn’t moved from your leg once. but what’s more interesting, is that you don’t move either.

you don’t push him off, don’t shift away. if anything, you lean just slightly into his space, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along his forearm where it rests across your lap, like it’s second nature. you like it there.

and sukuna notices. of course he does, with how touchy and clingy you’ve been these past few days. yes, he’s shocked you haven’t left, or haven’t asked him to go upstairs with you. instead you’re being so uncharacteristically attached.

his gaze flicks down for a second, watching the way your fingers move against his skin, something unreadable passing through his expression before he looks away again, taking another sip like it didn’t just register. his stomach churns when you lean forward slapping nanami’s stretched out hand after he said something funny.

“why the fuck are you guys sitting here?” gojo’s voice cuts in suddenly, dripping with disbelief as he approaches, hair damp, grin lazy. he looks down at your little group, then at the pool like it personally offended him. “this is embarrassing.”

utahime snorts. “she almost drowned, idiot.”

“she’s alive,” gojo shrugs immediately, already grabbing a drink from someone nearby. “get in the hot tub. it’s waaaay better!”

a couple girls attached to him nod eagerly, already following his lead as he starts heading that way without waiting for an answer. utahime glances at you. “you wanna stay out or…?”

you don’t even hesitate as you hum, soft. “yeah, why not.”

sukuna catches it.

the group starts moving, the energy shifting with them as they make their way toward the hot tub. somewhere along the path, nanami and utahime get pulled into another conversation, stopping off to the side, leaving you and sukuna to keep going without them. your skin burns as sukuna keeps a subtle hand in your lower back, biting his lip when you reach the hot tub and you step in front of him. his gaze drops to the movement of your ass, your bikini was so skimpy it’s definitely clinging on to your pussy lips too. fuck,

by the time you step into the hot tub, the heat hits instantly. you sigh without meaning to, tension melting from your shoulders as the warmth wraps around you, soaking into your skin. your body relaxes almost immediately, the contrast from the cooler pool making everything feel heavier, slower.

sukuna steps in right after you. and immediately shoves two guys aside with a sharp nudge of his shoulder. “move.”

they do quickly without argument, clearly frat members. he settles in beside you, close again, like earlier, like he didn’t just create that space for you.

gojo drops in for half a second, splashing water everywhere before grimacing. “it’s too hot,” he complains, already climbing back out. “i need another drink.”

and just like that, he’s gone again. leaving you, sukuna, and the rest of the group laughing, talking. the conversation easy as the night keeps rolling around you. especially when geto comes back with some girls and red solo cups for beer pong.

“don’t spill any in the hot tub!” sukuna barks as the girls organize the cups in place on the edge. geto slides into the pool with the ping pong balls.

“shh shh i know,” he zips his friend up as he takes aim. and as the party is brought back to the hot tub, you’re all swept up again. and your eyes are following every movement of your friend beside you. the way he’s shouting and laughing with his frat brothers, the conversations turning to fog when sukuna flexes his large bicep, the ink that wraps around it highlights how big they are. you can’t even recall the context of this sudden flex off, but you’re not complaining.

you watch his throat bop as he throws back another cup of beer, standing beside geto. your eyes trail over his sculpted chest. you suck in your bottom lip as sukuna falls back beside you. his arm draped behind you along the edge of the hot tub, barking another laugh at some crap geto is spewing, completely distracted.

“I swear TO GOD, you told me to go for that dive!” geto throws his hands up, flabbergasted.

“nah nah nah—“ sukuna shouts over, shaking his head with an amused expression, “I told you—“

“nah—satoru!!” geto looks over his shoulder, waving down the president. “SATORU!”

gojo’s head whips around. however, the debate is the furthest thing from your mind, honestly you can’t even understand what these idiots are talking about. but— there’s one idiot that smells heavenly.

sukuna distracted, doesn’t notice how much closer you’re pressed to him, how your lashes flutter at the mix of cologne and chlorine flooding your nose, and dizzying your mind. he’s so—uh..when men— your brain is short circuiting. literally. mind so consumed by how big and strong this man beside is, that all you can think about is how he protected you. he pulled you out of the water. snapped at that guy…for you.

you’re not normally this moved. but it was the series of events that unfolded, all in the last few hours, that has you doing what you do next.

“please! you know i did not agree to that!” geto tsks, pointing his finger at gojo who’s laughing, sitting at the edge of the hot tub, legs in. and the two — along with the rest of the group involved in the debate — are distracted, and unaware of the fact that the pretty girl that sukuna almost started a fight over, is slipping her pretty hand inside his swim shorts.

sukuna tenses. breath hitching.

his eyes snap to you, stomach clenching. “what’re you—“ he chokes when you squeeze his thick base without warning. your cheek casually presses against his shoulder, wetting your bottom lip. your leg is tucked against his side, as the other swings over his knee, pretty tits squished against his arm. your wrist rolls, stroking his flaccid cock alive.

“ryo…” you speak low enough so that only sukuna can hear. “was jus’ thinking about you.” his jaw tenses, hand clenching at the edge of the tub, leaning his head down.

“you’re the one that doesn’t like this shit,” he husks, throat bopping as you bat your lashes up at him, bitting your lip as you give his cock another squeeze, pushing your wet tits against his arm. “there’s people—“

“then be normal, ryo,” you say, all while nuzzling him like a clingy g— “just wanted to feel how big you are.”

his heads tips back, what’re you even saying?

you keep your cheek pressed against his shoulder, lip tucked between your teeth as you stroke the vp’s fat throbbing cock in the middle of a party and in a hot tub full of his close frat friends.

it wasn’t difficult for his dick to fully harden within seconds of your hand making contact. you let out a soft exhale, pressing your practically naked body against him like you could get any closer than you already are. but to make matters worse, he was so unbelievably turned on that you were touching him in public! fuuck, his stomach flexes, biting back a groan when your thumb swipes his bulbous tip, the water made it difficult for you to keep a fast pace stroke, but his skin was still prickling with heat.

“ryo, is this okay?” you softly pant in his ear, a hum like moan escapes your lips just by the way he exhales through his nose, turning his head to you, aroma engulfing you.

to anyone else it just looked like you were having a private conversation with each other. the hot tub and pool, a few feet away, booming with chaos, no one was paying attention to you guys. but even with all that information, sukuna — who spreads his legs further apart in the water, biting his lip when you kiss his neck now, sucking a light bruise on his flushed skin — knows that you’d never do this. you get touchy when you’re drunk, whispering dirty shit in his ear. but you’ve only had a couple drinks to make you tipsy enough to enjoy the party and remember, not black out drunk to jerk him off in public.

“yeah—it’s okay,” his head drops forward, hot red flush crawling up his neck and stinging his cheeks as he nudges your head with his.

“yeah?” you repeat with a coo.

he bites back a pathetic groan, arm sliding to your waist under the water, gripping your flesh like his life depends on it. you’re intoxicating.

“yeah baby.”

a flush of heat runs between your legs at his deep bedroom voice. sukuna is so hot, he’s so hot, so pretty, so sexy! you squeal internally, leaning closer to press your lips against his sharp jaw, whining just low enough for him to hear. your wrist twists down his cock. you hadn’t even full realized that you’d taken him out of his swim trucks, to possessed to care as his fingers dig into your waist, while the other balls into a fist against the tube’s edge.

“are you close, ryo? is your big cock gonna cum?”

unbelievable.

sukuna’s jaw tenses, abs tightening just by your voice. you’ve been hanging up on how big he is. how big his hands are. how big his dick is — scratch that, you’re using the word cock now. yeah he’s gonna fuckin’ cum soon if you keep talkin’ like that.

“there’s so many people around ry,” you shy quietly, “you don’t think they know I’m playing with you?” your slightly tipsy eyes bat up at him, pupils completely dilated. his eyes briefly sweep around him, the alarms flashing in his mind don’t seem to phase him as he drops his lips down to brush yours.

“what if they are aware?” he husks, lidded eyes boring into yours. “does that make y’r pussy wet?” he wets his lip, thighs flexing when you give his cock a squeeze as he speaks. “ya like knowing that there’s eyes everywhere…watching your slutty self jerk me off.”

your brain short circuits. face burning hot.

“I’m not a slut,” you whisper, just as you’re practically straddling his thigh now, with the way you’re inching closer to him every second. his hand slides from your waist to your ass, gripping the flesh as he pulls it apart letting you feel the warm tube water touch your heated pussy.

“you’re gettin on top of me—“

“to protect your dignity,” you attempt a frown, but your eyes keep flicking to his lips, brushing your lips against them again, just for him to pull back, again.

“didn’t take you as someone so generous,” he quips, hips angling up, subtly telling you to keep stroking him, even if it’s starting to feel like edging. “but,” he bites back another groan, “but to me, ya just look like another slut that wants to get her little pussy stuffed.”

you blink. once.

sukuna can see the lust burst behind your eyes. your thighs clamp around his beefy thigh, your hand squeezing his tip, and your lips parting. “is that so bad?”

ah fuck.

“you can’t say those words to a man,” sukuna’s rasps.

you pout, pressing your wet breasts against his chest, trapping his cock between your bodies. your hot breath fans against his face, scent invading his mind, and your lips brush against his, this time licking his bottom lip. once. twice. your tongue strokes his bottom lip, waiting for him to invite you in, whining a little louder when he refuses. “ryo.”

his large palms grip your ass. your flimsy bikini could easily be pulled to the side, exposing you just like him. your cheeks flush, arching even more, your arms are tossed around his broad shoulder, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape, desperate. needy. “I’ve been holding myself back ryo,” you quietly speak, unaware how much like déjà vu this feels. memories of last month flashing in his mind about those exact words coming from your lips as you climbed into his lap in the middle of a party. “you have to take care of it.”

“i have too?” he quips with a sharp edge in his tone.

your flush with embarrassment, lips petting as your eyes flutter shut, “please…please can you take care of it.”

unbelievable.

his cock twitches violently against your stomach. his muscular thigh flexes under your pussy making your lips part.

as you and sukuna speak in hushed whispers. a good group of people have take notice of the awkward shifting in the hot tub and the unrecognizable look on sukuna’s face. but specifically the girl that the sukuna let attach herself to him during a violently competitive water volleyball match and almost pick a fight with. he’s smirking as she whispers in his ear, her lips even pressing his lobe, making the intimidating vice president blush?!

“her tits are all over him,” one whispers, taking a sip as they watch from a distance, both sitting at the pools edge watching the events unfold a few feet’s away in the hot tub. it’s not obvious unless you’re staring as hard as these guys, or if you’re a certain man laughing as you stand up at the edge of the tub, face dropping for a millisecond when you catch your vice president getting off by a hot girl.

fucking animals, geto shakes his head, eyes flicking to gojo, easily communicating with him about you know.

gojo’s brows pinch glancing over from his seat at the edge of the tub, to— “oh shit!”

geto elbows him. “idiot!”

gojo’s hands fly to his mouth, laughing hysterically as he stares at the way his short tempered friend is blushing like crazy, and making it obvious to anyone that he’s getting his dick touched right now. “do they know what they’re doing?” gojo speaks in hushed whispers.

“obviously,” geto sits beside gojo, the tub water doesn’t seem to be appealing anymore. and yet there’s still a few people on the sides laughing, too drunk to notice.

“fucking pervs,” gojo snickers.

a beat passes.

then gojo turns, eyes wide when he sees geto staring blankly at him. “what?”

“you’re worse!” geto slaps him upside the head. gojo gasps in shock. “I can’t even remember how many times you fucked someone in here and in the pool—“

“hey,” gojo frowns, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “that was…b-because they were hot.”

geto scoffs, “you weren’t even subtle about them, everybody knew you were fucking them. YOU’RE the biggest perv.”

gojo nods, “yeah…”

your whine flows directly into sukuna’s ear, lips coming back to his. “why won’t you kiss me?” you quietly demand.

his dimples press into his cheeks as he bites back a smirk. “we’re jus’ talking,” he says your name, but in that deep way he does when he’s stuffing you with his cock…which he’s not.

you sit up closer, sliding higher up his thigh, knee rubbing harshly against his cock — “ah!” you squeal suddenly straddling his lap instead of his thigh. his red irises sink into yours, watching the way your glossy lips part glancing at the surface of the hot tub trying to make out how close his cock is to where you need him. “you’re hard ryo.”

“and?”

your eyes flick up to him, pretty brows pressing together, “and we’re not jus’ talking—“

“y’know—“ he suddenly chokes.

you’ve moved your bikini to the side, and pushed his cock down, fully sitting on his cock and sliding across it, hips shaking, stimulating your needy clit.

your name cuts through the air, his grip moves to grab your hips, trying to keep you still, but his body betrays him as he bucks against you. “fuck, woman.”

your lips press against sukuna, whining like a desperate slut when he finally kisses you back. and this was why he didn’t want to entertain you this quickly. the sweet taste of your lips immediately rush the heat down into his cock, his arm wraps around your back, holding the back of your head as the other grips your ass, groaning as your lips smack in wet hungry kisses. your tongues collide, spit collecting in your mouth as he groans in response.

sukuna has to be responsible. he has too. but you’re such a fucking slut— touching his cock, stroking him in public, rubbing your body (his biggest weakness) against him like you’re alone together. and now rubbing you’re humping his cock like you can even feel something with the water’s friction.

all of it was a factor, and for some unexplainable reason, all the dots seemed to have connected at this exact moment—like a huge light bulb going off in his head.

“shit.”

you hum at the way his deep voice sends a warm heat blooming in your stomach. “are you turned on, ryo?” your lips purse, kissing his, unaware of the sudden realization he’s come too. “keep kissing me.”

your fingers thread through his short locks, gripping him as you keep his lips moving yours.

but sukuna’s palm splays across your spine, groaning at the you can’t even stop to catch your breath. then his grip tightens. his mouth drags slower this time, more deliberate. he’s testing something, and the way you react—how quick you melt back into him, how your nails press into his shoulders like you’re holding on and the pitched whine that leaves your lips when he tries to pull away.

“how bad d’you need me?” he murmurs, voice low, rough, right against your pretty lips.

you don’t hesitate. “so bad,” you breathe, almost frustrated, because it’s obvious.

his eyes flick over your face, searching, calculating—then narrowing slightly. “yeah?” he hums, thumb pressing into your waist, grounding you as you shift again, his cock snug between your folds. “why,” he asks, tone not soft or gentle, but testing.

you shake your head slightly, breath catching, fingers tightening on him. “because— i just—” you exhale sharply, frustrated, needy, “i just want you to touch me.”

that’s all he needs. a quiet, almost amused exhale leaves him, something darker settling behind his eyes now. nanami’s little comment about “noticing now” makes his stomach churn uncomfortably. it doesn’t mean anything that you’ve had this friend with benefits deal long enough for him to start noticing a pattern every month. especially when this part comes around and you’re practically begging him to just touch you. he highly doubts that you even notice it.

“been like this all night,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, but his grip doesn’t loosen. if anything, it gets firmer. “can’t keep your hands off me, huh?”

you don’t even deny it. you just pull him back in. and this time he lets you. let’s you kiss him like it’s your last time, let’s you tug his hair like he belongs to you. let’s you pull away with panting at him through glossy lidded eyes.

and then sukuna notices.

the shift.

your breathing breaks. shallow and uneven. you can’t quite catch it as your lips part, soft, glossy, letting out these higher, breathier sounds that you’re not even trying to hold back anymore. it’s quieter than the music, but he hears it. feels it.

his grip tightens instinctively.

your hips are moving without any rhythm now. they’re slow, needy, desperate. your body chasing something it can’t reach fast enough. your fingers press into his lower stomach, clutching there like you need something solid to hold onto, your head tipping forward, lashes fluttering like a fucking angel. and your mouth falls open. a soft, pitched sound slips out of you—one you don’t even seem aware of—and it’s enough to make something dark flicker across his expression.

“…fuck,” he mutters under his breath, eyes locked on your face now, watching every little change his cock twitching uncontrollably.

your brows pinch, then your body tenses, then softens, like a wave hitting and pulling back all at once. your grip on him tightens, thighs pressing in, grounding yourself on his cock without even thinking about it.

and he doesn’t move. doesn’t interrupt it. he just watches. because now he knows. and all he can think is how unbelievably hot you look in his eyes—like something wired wrong in his brain just flipped on. women that are ovulating mean they’re more likely to get pregnant. fuck. why is his brain latching onto that part? you’re his fuck buddy. this is simple. it is simple. it’s perfectly reasonable—completely normal, even—for him to get turned on thinking about how much you cling to him, how much you crave him, how much you need him, how your body reacts to him like this. that doesn’t mean he wants to get you—

absolutely the fuck not.

but still…fucking women. you’re insane. his brain is short circuiting while you’re coming undone on his lap, in a hot tub, in the middle of a packed party.

and the way you’re panting, your breasts pushed together as you keep a hand on his lower abs, pussy spasming as your orgasm rocks through you, has something low and satisfied settling in your fuck buddy’s chest. his hand slides up your back again, slower this time, more deliberate.

“yeah…” he murmurs, almost to himself, thumb pressing lightly into your side as your breathing tries to steady. “that’s what i thought.”

his lips ghost over you.

then he feels it…the eyes.

his dark gaze flicks up. meeting the dilated blue and black ones, along with the others in the crowd. they all saw, didn’t they. witnessed something that had his jaw tightening and his pupils returning to their size.

“fuck me,” you pant quietly, arms lazily coming back to his shoulders coming down from your climax. you kiss him deeply, unaware of the mess you’re causing inside his brain. “I’ve heard people say hot tub’s make you orgasm better,” you lick his tongue, “because of the hot water.”

his grip tightens around you, eyes open and staring past you at the people eyeing the arch in your back as you make out with him like you didn’t just hump yourself to an orgasm in public.

“do you wanna cum too ryo?” your mischievous smile would’ve made any man buckle, but sukuna wasn’t any man. and he sure as shit isn’t a fucking cuck.

“no.”

his sudden tone shift had you pulling back, wet hand touching his damp cheek. sukuna’s thick brows were pulled tightly, clearly angry, at what? you’re not sure. but you’re too lax to think much of it as you squish his cheeks between your fingers. his tatted arm possessively hugged you, eyes briefly leaving the not so subtle audience behind you, to meet your glass eyes.

“you mad I came before you?” you tease, head tilting in mockery. cute. “it’s okay, I’ll make ya cum,” you whisper, smile gracing those sinful lips for yours. “I’ll let you choose too…”

fuck, you’re insane.

“…my hands…my lips….or my tight, pretty pussy….”

sukuna snorts, eyes meeting yours. “unbiased much.”

you shrug biting your lip, batting your pretty lashes at him. “you always call it that. I’m just using your vocabulary, mister suh…ku…nuh.”

that was his final straw, because in a blink of an eye, sukuna’s tucking himself and pushing off the tub’s seat, standing up. water cascades down the sharp planes of his abs, his swim trunks clinging low on his hips—leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

and people notice.

of course they do.

your jaw drops for half a second, eyes going wide before heat floods your face so fast it almost burns. you shoot up right after him, fist clenching at your side, brows pinching tight. “what’re you doing?”

“we’re going upstairs,” he says simply, like there aren’t a million eyes on him, more specifically his thick bulge. girls are openly staring now, not even trying to hide it as their gazes drag over him, over the obvious outline pressing against his trunks.

your stomach twists. uncomfortable. sharp. ugly. you don’t name it. you won’t name it because it’s stupid. you no claim, no say, no right to feel any type of way about who looks at him or how they look at it. but still, your jaw tightens because the way they’re staring is making your blood boil and it’s like they’re in on something they’re not supposed to be. they’re looking at something that has nothing to do with them and everything to do with you. just you.

your eyes flick back to him, to the way the water trails down his body, the way he stands there like he doesn’t give a single fuck about the attention. and it only makes it worse. he looks like he’s been carved out of stone. something untouchable. and everyone’s fucking touching him with their eyes.

your lips press into a thin line, pulse uneven, heat sitting low in your stomach now for an entirely different reason as you step closer to him without even realizing it, hand settling on his stomach blocking the view from the onlookers. your fingers twitch. and you hate…hate how much it bothers you.

“you’re hard,” you huff, pushing him to step out of the tub, heart beating uncontrollably.

sukuna snorts, leaning down, “yeah no shit.”

“people are staring,” you grit.

your pulse stops. the air shifting around you, then you feel it. sukuna’s eyes bore into you, as his palm cups the side of your neck. your lips part in confusion when his gruff voice cuts.

“they’ve been staring.” the muscles on his jaw flex, pupils moving over your face as his gaze drops to your body. “they all…” his words trail off. he can’t say it…he can’t tell you they all fucking saw you cum, or the way your entire form looked like something straight out of every guys wet fantasy. all because of that unspoken tug that twists in his chest as you look up at him.

his head tips back in defeat.

unaware of the turmoil, you continue pushing him back, glancing briefly over your shoulder to see a few eyes not on the party but staring at sukuna.

“can you walk faster,” you mutter.

sukuna suddenly grabs your wrist after another push backwards, almost making him trip. his grip is firm and fast, yanking you back toward him before you can take another step, your body colliding lightly into his chest. water still drips from both of you, heat clashing with the cool night air as he steadies himself, jaw tightening for a second.

“watch it,” he mutters, low, though there’s no real bite to it. if anything, there’s something else there. his hand doesn’t leave your wrist. instead, it slides up, fingers curling tighter as he pulls you closer. closer. until there’s barely any space left between you. you barely get a word out before he leans down and kisses you.

hard.

it’s sudden. messy. all teeth and heat, like he’s cutting off whatever rush of thoughts were building in your head. your hands come up instinctively, gripping into his shoulders as he angles you just right, one hand now firm at your waist to keep you there. your lips part, immediately tasting his skilled tongue.

and around you, the party doesn’t stop. it never does when it’s grown this chaotic. but there are pockets, small ones, where people notice. gojo, still leaning back against the hot tub’s edge, lets out a low laugh. “zero awareness,” he mutters, clearly entertained. geto just shakes his head, amused, watching the scene unfold like it’s expected. neither of them have the energy tonight to call their friend out, but they’ll be sure to give him shit tomorrow.

but off to the side, a couple girls lean into each other, whispering behind their solo cups, eyes flicking between sukuna and the very obvious situation he’s not bothering to hide. further back, a few of the same guys from earlier in the pool linger, their stares a little too heavy, a little too interested, but sukuna doesn’t register it.

he’s too focused on you. too focused on the way you kiss him back just as hard. how you’re still letting out those fucking whines and moans into his hot mouth. too focused on how quickly you fold into him like he’s the oxygen keeping you alive. to him, this urgency and impatience, just reads as one thing. you want him so bad.

he pulls back just enough to breathe, lips still brushing yours, his gaze dropping to your face, slightly dazed, flushed, and lips parted from the kiss.

“…yeah,” he exhales, almost amused, thumb pressing into your waist like he’s grounding himself. “you taste so good.”

your fingers tighten around his bicep, the other around his shoulder, breath uneven as you blink up at him, still catching up.

“can we—” you swallow, then try again, quieter but more urgent, “can we go upstairs now?”

there’s a beat. then his hand slides down to yours again, grip tightening as he turns, already moving toward the house without another word—pulling you with him. he pushes straight through the noise that follow inside, the lights, the bodies still dancing in the kitchen like nothing. all the way up to his room, and immediately kicking the door shut.

and within a blink of an eye, your tongue is lolling out as sukuna sits behind you, fingers digging into your ass and face buried from behind.

“fuh—fuck yeah,” you drawl, lips wet at the feel of sukuna tongue dragging inside your pussy, lapping up and toying with your rim before going back to suck your slick juices. “c’mon ry, haah…” you’re pushing his head back, so you can sit up. you move to tug his wet trunks off, crawling onto his lap once he discard them. unbothered by the tick in his jaw at your stubbornness, because in seconds, your head is tossed back, and your back is arching as you sink down on nine thick fat inches. “a….ah—“

your lashes flutter, eyes rolling back at the unbelievable stretch. your pussy swallowing every inch like the slut he loves.

“there ya go,” he praises, fingers digging into your ass as you stare at his lips. his sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as the slick that lubricates his cock. your pussy a generous fountain as you roll your hips, letting his cock stuff deep inside you. “take this fuckin’ cock like a good bitch.”

“ry…haah…” you’re moaning in choked gasps, drool peaking at the corner of your lips as you finally sit back on his thighs.

the man’s pupils dilate as you stroke your lower stomach, feeling the bulge as you bat your lashes up at him. “you’re inside me now, ryo.”

fuck you. seriously.

his brain short circuits in seconds. and now all he sees is you.

his body reacts like a dog with his master. obeying your needs like he’s wired to do that. and he’s not complaining. his hand falls on your ass, beefy thighs spreading, as he meets your bounces with rough snaps of his hips. your ass claps against his thighs with each bounce, gasps piercing the air as he fucks up into you with full force. and you let him.

“look like a fuckin’ porn star in top of me,” he grunts, swallowing a moan when you clamp around him, finger tugging on the knot around your neck letting your bikini finally fall off, freeing yours tits. “fucking brat—“

his tongue falls out, licking your tit that bounces in his face, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking desperately. and he’s not nice about it. because now he knows. he knows you’ll let him. when you’re ovulating you’ll let him be a little harder, because it feels good. it feels good to feel his teeth bite down on your nipple possessively. it feels good when he spanks your ass until your eyes are rimmed red and flooding with tears.

it feels good to have him obsessed with you, because all you’re begging for is…

“cu—uh—cum.”

an electric current runs down his spine, jaw clenching and head tipping back, flooding your tight pussy with his thick load.

“shit—nghhh fuuuck—fuck baby,” he’s gripping your hips as you press against his stomach, rocking on his cock. he doesn’t fully realize his back is laying against the bed. not when you’re milking his cock like he’s some fucking cow…and yet… “shit keep goin, baby—yeah ya want m-Mmm shit.”

“feel so good ryo.” you shake your ass, feeling his cock twitch inside you when his arm wraps around you, tugging you down to his chest.

“you can keep going?”

you smile, hand touching his cheek, as your tongue strokes his bottom lip. “yeah.” you sigh, whining so softly he would’ve missed it. and you continue like that, kissing him over and over, sighing and calling his name as he pulls out, his fingers push inside your pussy from behind.

“y’r killing me with this tight pretty pussy,” he coos, sending a wave of heat through your veins.

you mewl against his lips, earning a hard spank to your ass, just for his middle and ring finger to slip back inside you. and he doesn’t that for god know how long, and when you finally spasm around his digits, he’s flipping you over and easily getting on top.

“keep em open cmon.” his low voice has your pussy pulsing, pushing his previous load out. he must know his voice’s affects on you.

you hold your legs open, bottom lip between your teeth as you watch sukuna stroke his member over you. the room smells of chlorine, you, and him. “theere we go,” he groans, palm pressing against your knee as he kneels closer to your open legs, dilated pupils staring at the mess between your legs as he slaps his hard cock on your pussy. “what dirty fuckin’ girl,” he drags his cock between your slippery folds, exhaling through his nose when his engorged tip catches your sore clit.

“ryoomen,” you call softly, like you haven’t been all over these last two days.

he snorts, “what happened to mister sukuna? don’t tell me you’ forgot how you humped yourself to an orgasm in the pool—“

“hot tub.”

“my bad,” he remarks sarcastically, tip pushing inside then pulling out again, teasing. “still rubbed this pussy raw, look,” he slaps his cock again, thumb rubbing your little bundle of nerves making you let go of your legs— “ah—keep em open.” he spanks the inside of your thigh. “dirty girls need to be taught a lesson.”

“pleaseee,” you scoff, sitting up on your elbows, “you were literally slapping everyone around with his hard your dick was.”

sukuna barks out a laugh. “my dick’s that big?”

you glance down at him, then back up. “I wasn’t being dirty. you were dirty too.”

“me?” he’s baffled, you’ve been throwing yourself at him all night!

you raise a brow at him, relaxing back against the pillows and headrest, eyeing him. “you never took your hands off me.”

sukuna scoffs, “as if, you latched onto me on the pool.”

“then i went to hime to wash my mouth out, and you—“ you point at him with emphasis, “came swimming to me, touching me, stroking my thigh, my back.” your brow quirks again, and sukuna goes mute. his jaw ticks, glancing over your face as your calf subtly hooks over his thigh, stroking up as your hands lay on your stomach, waiting.

“you…” he licks the back of his teeth, sharp eyes threatening, but… “so what if I had my hands on you?” oh, he admits it. your cheeks sting, wetting your lip as you shrug.

“well,” you tilt your head again, slightly embarrassed now, glancing down at his inked chest. “like…you can’t blame me for getting turned on then.”

“because I’m touching you?”

you nod.

“like this,” his palm trails from your knee, slowly up your thigh. the warmth of his skin feels like it’s leaving a trail across your body.

you nod.

his hand reaches your waist, eyes boring into yours. his cock throbbing at this point, he can feel the slick of your arousal costing his cock as it rests against your pussy. turning to some light foreplay after just fucking you was messing with his head…because….it feels so good.

“what about when I’m touching your waist,” his thumb strokes the soft skin. “it’s not your ass.”

your breath is uneven. your heart beats against your rib cage. “still,” you exhale.

“still turns you on?” he clarifies, catching the way your lips part, breathless just by the way he’s flirting with you. his cock twitches…you’re gorgeous.

you nod.

his free hand caresses your hips, moving it up your body in feather-like-caresses. his other arm is pressed beside you, keeping himself up as he watches your arms lay bend beside you. his hand lightly brushes the side of your breast before trailing over your collarbone. “still?”

you nod, wetting your bottom lip, blown pupils maintaining eye contact.

his thumb caresses your collarbone, eyes flicking between your eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling in uneven breaths. “how about now?” his palm glides over your bicep, then down your arm, before threading his fingers with yours.

you squeeze his hand, eyes unable to tear away from his. his face inches closer to yours, exhaling against your lips. “I think you’ve jus’ been horny these past few days.”

your breath stutters, angling your chin up, “obviously,” you mutter against his lips. “I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating.”

something dark and electric flashing through his eyes. a low exhale leaves him, almost a laugh, but there’s no humor in it—just heat, thick and immediate, his grip on your hand tightening to the point it almost borders on rough.

“yeah?” he murmurs, voice dropping, rougher now, like it’s scraping out of his throat. his forehead nudges against yours for a second, like he’s grounding himself, but it doesn’t work. if anything, it makes it worse. “tell me you want me to stuff you then.”

“I want you to stuff me, ryo,” you repeat, breathless as his jaw slacks finally rocking his hips into yours, slick cock massaging your folds.

“keep going,” he husks.

your free hand trails up his bicep, the other still holding his hand like an anchor. “I want you to fuck me. use me. cum in me.”

“ah fuck—“ he slips his hand between your bodies, pushing his cock down and snapping his hips into yours, sheathing his entire length inside. your jaw drops, broken cry slipping out. “y’ really know how to make a man fucking hard.”

your lips are glossed with spit as presses his lips against them. swallowing your moans as he snaps his hips into a mean thrust, picking up a brutal pace without warning.

and you love it.

the base downstairs shakes the bedroom walls, the laughing and chatter outside the windows is nothing compared to the way you’re panting and crying in his ear. the lights flickering from the strobe lights outside, only serve to illuminate your flushed face as you cum.

“fuck, you still want more,” he’s already kissing you again, and again. spit mixing together against your tongues as he pulls away. he pants over your face, his cheeks flushed pink and his cock rubbed raw. “fuck gunna cum…ngh yeah fuck fuck—“ he pistons his cock inside you poor cunt, dilated pupils zeroing on the mess that’s gushing from you. his chuckle is broken with his groan as he fucks you through it all. “keep squirting baby, won’t make me stop.”

and he doesn’t. his thrusts are rough. harder than usual because he knows he’ll get away with it just a bit more when you’re ovulating. and even as you’re gasping, back of your hand raised to your mouth, pussy spasming as sukuna slams his body weight behind each thrust — you don’t push him away.

“gunna cum…shiit, shit it’s coming—“ and it feels like a damn crashing. his cock pulses inside you, squirting buckets inside your poor cunt. “haah fuh—“ his abs flex, body weight dropping on top of you, hugging you tight as he rocks his hips into lazy humps. the rasp in his throat has you holding him tight, unbothered by how unbelievably heavy he is.

and sukuna stays like that. face buried in your neck, arms clutching onto you, and brain fried.

“you also smell sweeter,” he mutters.

“I don’t. you’re just a freak.”

he buries his nose deeper in your neck, inhaling sharply. “haah fuck, yeah you definitely smell good.”

your brain short circuits, cheeks flooding hot as you wiggle underneath him. “you can’t—“

“you humped me in the hot tub.”

your brows scrunch together. “so?”

he licks your neck, “then you can’t blame me for still being turned on by you.” he licks a strip up to your ear, a tingle runs down to your pussy, squeezing around him.

he smirks.

of course he does. and why wouldn’t he? you’re already nudging him to your lips, kissing him again, like you’re stuffed with loads of his cum.

“you’re cute,” he mutters between kisses, and even if that makes your stomach flip, and your face burn, and heart skip a beat…you don’t comment about it. you don’t address. and you sure as shit don’t think about it.

and the simple answer is, he’s kissing you right now and that’s all you want to think about it.

more frat!kuna here

a/n: I’m blaming the grammar errors on you guys for the rush (I also hate proof reading). but I hope u guys enjoyed it. believe me when I say, I was not expecting it to be that freaking long, I just really wanted to write sukuna and reader kinda skinny dipping, without losing their dynamic or doing something super uncharacteristic, so I dragged out the plot. but still I hope u guys liked it!

and thank you for the wait. I really put most of my free time into this so I can’t tell u when I’ll finish the next chapter of the series, so bare with me for another possible week of agony :’(

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this #changed me forever…WHEWWWWWW

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𝜗𝜚 your bf makes you grind on his beer first before giving you what you really need . . .

( mdni. cw: humiliation, object penetration, degradation/praise, spanking, daddy kink, spit kink, creampie )

you were his favorite toy.

not in the romantic, “i’m so obsessed with you” kind of way— though he was that too, toji would say that shit with his cock halfway down your throat while you choked on your own spit.

but no, it was the other way around tonight. you were his entertainment.

his personal little plaything, laid out just for him on the couch, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and soiled panties, because he’d already made you soak through them, hadn’t he?

“c’mon baby,” he grunted from behind you, voice rough with amusement as the tip of the empty bottle pressed against the gusset of your underwear. “you said you wanted me, didn’t you? thought you were so needy?”

you whimpered. “i do- i do want you—”

“then shut up and take it.”

the cold glass pushed harder, the curve of it nosing against your clothed entrance, soaking in your heat. the beer was long gone but the bottle was still cold, and you gasped at the jarring temperature as it smeared along your folds, leaving your ruined panties even more soaked.

“look at that,” he laughed low in his throat, other hand gripping your ass to keep you still as he dragged the bottle in slow circles. “slutty lil’ pussy’s already grinding on it.”

you whined, back arching, thighs squeezing together around the bottle to try and chase some friction— but he wouldn’t let you. instead, he slapped your inner thigh hard, making you jolt forward.

“spread.”

you did. immediately. like a good girl. like the dumb, cock-hungry girl he’d molded you into.

“goddamn,” he muttered, yanking your panties to the side with a sharp tug that had your whole body twitching. “always so fuckin’ wet. you been thinkin’ about this all day or what?”

you couldn’t answer. not when he finally dragged the mouth of the beer bottle through your bare folds, smearing your arousal down the cold glass neck and back up again, so slow it made you want to sob.

you were bent over the arm of the couch now, shirt bunched up around your hips, ass up and begging. and he hadn’t even touched you properly. it was the bottle doing all the work.

just the slick, humiliating clink of it pushing into you little by little. and toji, grinning from behind, rubbing lazy circles into your thigh as you struggled to adjust.

“jesus,” he drawled, voice going lower. “you’re suckin’ it in so easy. don’t even care it’s not my cock, huh?”

you buried your face into the cushion, mortified— but the way your hips kept pushing back betrayed you.

“feels good,” you admitted, voice cracking. “but- i want you, daddy, please—”

smack!

the bottle stayed inside as his palm collided with your ass. again. again. again. the glass shifted with every hit, jostling deeper, making your thighs shake.

“yeah?” he chuckled, using one hand to slowly twist the neck of the bottle like he was trying to unscrew your pussy. “you want me? then why’re you moanin’ on this fuckin’ bottle like a dirty little drunk slut?”

you whimpered again, tears starting to sting your lashes. the cold was gone now— your heat had already fogged the glass, coated it in slick. every turn made a little lewd wet sound, and every press of it deeper made you flinch, knees digging into the cushions.

“toji,” you sobbed. “hurts- but i want you, please- please, i need your cock, need it so bad—”

“you sure?” he teased, removing the bottle just to slap your pussy with it, your slick making a filthy crack against the glass. “you already got somethin’ stuffed in you. you sound fuckin’ pathetic.”

you were crying now, a little. from frustration. from embarrassment. from the overwhelming, embarrassing need between your legs that only got worse with how mean he was being.

“want you,” you said again, sniffly and desperate. “want your cock. want you to ruin me.”

that got him.

the bottle was dropped somewhere on the floor. forgotten. replaced by the sudden, heavy weight of his cock slapping against your folds. warm. real. his.

“fuckin’ finally,” he growled, fisting his length once as he pressed the thick head against your fluttering hole. “was startin’ to think you’d cum just from the bottle.”

“wouldn’t,” you mumbled through your tear-wet voice, pushing your hips back to meet him. “only ever cum on you—”

toji groaned. “say it again.”

you whined, dizzy. “only ever cum on you.”

and that was all he needed.

he shoved in without warning. one harsh thrust and you screamed, squealed, the stretch of him burning in the most perfect, delicious way.

you could feel it— feel the difference. the way your body knew him, welcomed him, clamped around him like you’d been waiting your whole life for this.

he hissed through his teeth, smearing a hand up your back before gripping the nape of your neck and pushing your face deeper into the cushions. his hips rolled slow. mean. dragging out every fucking inch before slamming back in and making the whole couch creak under your bodies.

“fuckin’ finally in your pussy where i belong,” he snarled, balls slapping hard against your clit. “you were made for this cock, weren’t you?”

“uh-huh—” you sobbed, unable to do anything but nod as he drove into you again and again, grunting from behind like an animal. “only yours, daddy, please- need it- need your cum—”

“already?” he laughed, not slowing down at all. “barely even fucked you and you’re already beggin’ for my nut?”

you hiccuped, clawing at the cushions. “wanna feel it drip out- wanna be full—”

his spit landed on your back with a nasty splat, sliding down your spine as he thrusted into you, harder, rougher, meaner.

“fucking slut,” he groaned. “you think anyone else would let you get away with this shit? beggin’ for cock, cryin’ from a fuckin’ bottle, takin’ it like a cum drunk mess?”

“no one but you,” you choked. “only you make me feel this good—”

his pace stuttered. your cunt fluttered. and then he was wrapping a hand around your throat, yanking you upright, pressing your sweaty back to his chest as he fucked into you from behind.

“go on then,” he panted, tongue licking up the side of your cheek. “cum for me. show me how good you are.”

and you did.

you came with a scream, legs locking up, body trembling in his arms. and he fucked you through it. didn’t let up until he was ready.

“gonna fill you up,” he growled, deep in your ear. “stuff this pussy so good it’ll leak outta you for hours.”

you moaned, delirious, already begging for it. and when he came— spurting warm, messy loads deep inside, cock jerking with each pulse— you felt complete.

ruined, but complete.

and toji just laughed, kissing your neck as your body trembled in his arms.

“next time,” he murmured, pulling out with a wet squelch, “we use the bottle and my cock.”

you blinked, still out of it.

“what?”

“gotta keep stretchin’ you out, baby. this pussy was made for more than one.”

he grinned, tapping your sore clit with the head of his cock.

“think you can take both?”

based off this request i got last week. guys idk what i js wrote but let’s hope the freaks fw this one 😣😣🙏 (love how i posted the most vanilla, tame smut the other day now i’m posting this…. #versatilequeen)

[cherrryblossomsz]

i don’t know who i was before reading this….but i love who i am now….🙈

[jabesa0]

🌃 don’t worry, no one’s looking 🌃

[andaredlip]

Actually I am thinking about Robert comm sex roleplay. I personally love involved roleplays, costumes and stories to go with the scene (can you tell I was a theater kid?), and I do think Robert would be good at improv! Really, what hero worth his salt isn't always improvising.

So yeah, I think something where he presses a comm onto your head, absolutely not an SDN one, and sends you out on 'patrol' (walking through a factory zone under halted construction, empty and not technically illegal for a hero to check out). Especially somewhere with a camera feed he can hack and erase, maybe save a copy. Who knows, maybe he'll burn it onto a CD and gift it to you so you can cuddle on the couch and watch as you pant and beg into the comm in your ear, Robert's unheard voice in you ear telling you what to do, what you can have.

Do we think he'd be more degrading or more teasing with it? Both? I'm thinking both.

[cherrryblossomsz]

YES YES YES YES YES!!!! I LOVE THIS PROMPT

[nashusglasses]

sylus as a dad of a 16 yr old girl is rly funny to me because he’d just be so Awful about everything

You’d been preparing for this day since she was born. Sylus was the one who thought it all the way through. Taekwondo at 3 years old, Muay Thai at 6, wrestling at 8, and whatever martial arts she decided on practicing afterward. Calves of steel, even harder head to crack. She could knock down a 250-pound man at the age of ten.

But it’s the subway that takes her down.

She calls you first. Dinner with her friends ended late, their movie afterwards ended up being 3 hours long, then service on the subway was interrupted because of a medical emergency, so she’d missed the midnight train back home.

You bristle at the thought of her being so careless with her time. You’d waited up, waiting for her text to let you know she was on her way home. But you couldn’t really be mad, though — you had done the same in high school. Risked the ire of your guard dog of an older brother just to stay out late and smoke a roll of your friend’s dad’s hidden stash. (Caleb’s contact name for you on his phone is still “buttercup”. Cute, green, and always a little angry, he’d explained.)

She tells you what station she’s at. 30 minutes west of the city. Light traffic at this time, so you tell her to sit somewhere brightly lit and wait for you to pull up.

“Is papa coming?”

You yawn, stretching as you get up from the couch where you were reading. “Just me. He’s working right now.”

“He’s gonna be so mad at me.” You can see her pout in your head. Then she murmurs: “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

You frown. There’s some fumbling on the line.

“Don’t bother coming, sweetie,” Sylus’s drawl suddenly snakes through the phone. “Be back soon.”

Sylus hands her phone back. She looks every shade of displeased as she puts it in her pocket.

"Ready to go?" He asks. She just nods meekly, either too haughty or too shy to come up with an answer. Sylus watches her trudge to the pickup area. The silence bites, wiggles in the part of his brain that questions if he's doing parenthood right. He should probably ask her if she's okay.

But when they're both sitting in the car the first question he blurts out is:

"You hang out with any boys I don't know about?"

"Papa!"

"Because you know how to use a gun—"

"Papa, I get it," she grumbles. "I'm sorry for being out late."

Well. That was fast. He was expecting more snarling. She got that from you: always so clouded before breaking into softness, like the moon shining on pond water.

He shifts the gear. "You should be apologizing to your mother," he says, pulling out and away from the curb.

She leans against the window, forlorn. "I will, I will. But... how did you know where I was?"

"Call it parental instinct."

"...Please tell me Mephie wasn't following me around all night."

Sylus just shrugs. "It was your mother's idea," he lies after a beat, knowing very well you're going to smack him for throwing you under the bus.

[cherrryblossomsz]

sylus would be the best girl dad EVER ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[grizzlyhugs]

18+ minors dni

summary ༺๑ˊ- you had one job— but you couldn't care enough. so robert sets you straight.

pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- robert robertson x z-team!female!reader (gender-neutral)

cws ༺๑ˊ- unestablished relationship (boss and employee), semi-public sex, kinda dub-con (implied reader and robert mutually want each other Badly), brat tamer robert, Robert Is Mean, oral f!receiving, penetration f!receiving, one orgasm denial, overstimulation, one mention of vaping (prism's fault. love her)

requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no

a/n: condensed 4 different brat tamer robert requests together <3

it was infuriating.

you were capable, hell, you'd even argue you were one of the most capable on the z-team.

yet, robert keeps sending you on useless missions, putting you to waste, tossing you around uselessly.

you wanted him to know you were done with it. it was his fault for sending you to a middle school to do a motivational speech.

you didn’t show up. cold turkey'ed the event. poor kids. whatever.

"are you fucking serious?" robert's voice blared into your earpiece as he saw your location in downtown, walking aimlessly.

that pissed him off to no end.

"get back to the office. third floor west conference room. now." his voice let no room for argument.

“oooh, someone’s in trouble…” prism sang over the mic, snorting out a laugh.

aw, it was like being called to the principal's office once again.

you tossed your earpiece into your locker as you got back to torrence, lazily throwing a hoodie on before going upstairs.

you just had to hear another dumb lecture, then be on with your day.

right?

right…

"all you had to do was fucking talk for what? maybe five minutes?"

robert slammed his hands down on the glossed wooden conference table. his head hung down, his frustration palpable.

you plopped yourself down casually on one of the office chairs.

"okay, and i had nothing motivational for them." you shrugged, slipping a vape out of your pocket for a quick hit. "i guess my skills weren't up to your mission."

was that prism's fucking vape? oh, he was so fucking done with you.

robert scoffed as he ripped the dumb thing out of your hand, tossing it on the table. he towered over where you were lounged back against the chair. "so, what are you gonna do to make sure you can follow my orders?"

"maybe just don't send me on stupid-ass missions, i don't know." you sighed, blinking up at him.

robert bent to your eye level, hands planted on the arm rests of your chair.

"guess i will need to get into that thick skull after all."

───────

his hands were all over you. grabbing at your hips, pushing at your waist, wrapping over to your stomach.

your front was pressed up against the wall of the conference room, robert's frame right behind you to keep you pressed there.

"yeah, i bet you like taking advantage of your subordinate, fuck," you mocked, groaning as his hand snaked around to hold the front of your neck, forcing your head back.

robert rolled his eyes. you two both had a history with sexual tension with each other. many hr violations condoned. this wasn't new.

"keep it up. see what happens." he muttered next to your ear, his knee pressing up into your center. "bet you wanna see what happens though, huh?"

he chuckled as you bit back a moan, feeling you try to keep your hips still. you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so needy.

robert's hand let go of your neck, tracing down your chest, to your stomach.

"you're weird," you hissed, subconsciously arching into his touch.

"yeah, lets just ignore the fact you're humping my thigh like a little bitch in heat."

oh. you were. your pelvis was making small, desperate circles against the thigh pinning you to the wall.

well, that's embarrassing.

"sh- shut up!" you grumbled, squirming slightly under him. his hands slipped under the waistband of your pants, playing with the edge of your underwear.

"you just don't learn," robert shook his head, feeling your body still as his fingers inched under the cotton of your undergarment. "are you seriously this wet already?"

his middle finger traced your slit teasingly, like he was testing you.

fuck, you wanted more. no, needed it.

"do something already—!" you complained with a roll of your eyes, grinding down on his teasing finger.

robert chuckled. the pad of his finger circled your clit, shushing you.

you let out a small gasp, letting out a long breath as your eyes fluttered shut. your hips undulated with the stimulation, trying to focus on it.

"there you go," robert muttered. fuck, you could start feeling yourself getting closer. "can feel it throbbing."

low moans spilled out of you, the gentle yet consistent stimulation was causing warm tingles to start to build in your lower stomach.

but as quick as the pleasure built, it disappeared.

"fuck, why—why'd you stop?" you whined in frustration as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, sucking his finger clean. "fuck you, i—"

robert hauled you onto the cold surface of the table, interrupting your blubbering.

he impatiently tugged at your pants and underwear, peeling them down your legs.

"you're too sensitive to be talking all that shit," he hummed, tracing your inner thighs and watching you twitch, proving his point.

your thighs tried to press together. "no i'm fucking no-ahh, fuck," a groan teared from your throat as he thumbed at your clit again, shutting you up.

"that's better." robert murmured, hands hooking beneath your knees to push your thighs up against your abdomen.

his head leaned down, the flat of his tongue licking a stripe up your slit, testing the waters. you tasted so good.

robert moaned into your pussy as the tip of your tongue circled your entrance, teasing up to lap at your clit. "maybe this is why you're such a bitch. all your sweetness went down here," he teased.

you couldn't even speak as his lips sealed around the sensitive bud, back curling off the table.

you were already close. him leaving you on edge made you all pent up. robert smiled against your wetness knowingly.

your orgasm was sudden, one you couldn't feel the build up of. it happened like a twig being snapped, hips lurching up toward his face.

robert's tongue laved over your sweetness, not giving you a moment of respite.

one of his hands let go of your knee, pressing down on your lower stomach as he greedily slurped at you.

"you wanted to cum so bad, right? so fucking take it," he muttered into your folds, nose nudging at your clit as he lapped at you to get more of your essence.

"fuck— robert, what the hell—!" you yelped as he took the sensitive bundle of nerves back in his mouth, suckling as the tip of his tongue pressed against it.

you just came, you were too sensitive. but he wouldn't stop.

not until you gave him another one, at least.

his hands went to hold your hips instead as you tried to yank away, keeping you pressed against the wood of the table as his tongue ran over your clit in circles.

"fuck off— fuck you, fuck—!" you babbled, hands reaching down to grip his shaggy hair, not knowing if you were trying to pull him closer or push him away.

robert smiled against you, knowing your brain is finally starting to go dumb. perfect.

his brown eyes gazed up at you as he lapped at your sopping pussy, groaning into you at the sight.

you looked beautiful. the dim light of the conference room made you look like a work of art.

those warm tingles returned to your lower stomach, signaling your impeding release.

you wanted to run away from it, but robert had you pinned. he was going to make you cum even if it were the death of him.

with a cry, your body curled up as waves of pleasure wracked your nerves, the overstimulation making your legs quiver over his shoulders.

robert placed a kiss over your clit, looking up at you. your head was lulled back against the table, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. ethereal.

"you're prettier when you aren't talking all that shit," robert teased, watching your eyebrows furrow. it seems you still had a little fight left in you.

you whispered. "you're hotter when eating my pussy like a litte bitch—no, fuck!" a moan tore from you as he thumbed at your overstimulated clit, the poor thing puffy from how he was sucking at it.

"that's better." he murmured, pinching your clit, causing your body to go limp on the table.

robert pulled you by the hips, flipping you over so your bottom half was hanging off the table, stomach pressed on the surface.

you registered the noise of his belt dropping to the ground, before immediately feeling his cock pressed between your thighs.

you whimpered. robert chuckled.

his knee pushed your thigh apart, grinding the head of his cock up against the underside of your clit.

you mewled, hips jerking forward. "so fucking sensitive. almost makes me wanna feel bad for you," robert whispered next to your ear, his tip breeching past your entrance. "almost."

he felt you clamp down on him, like you were trying to drag him in.

robert held your waist, pushing his length further into you, smiling as your body curled and squirmed whenever he grazed against your sweet spot.

"feels good, doesn't it?" he muttered, his pelvis finding a steady rhythm, pressing into your g-spot with each roll.

his hand found purchase on the front of your neck, pulling you back into his chest, keeping steady pressure. he wasn't choking you, but simply grounding you. making sure you know who's in control.

"use your words. or are you already too fucked out? huh?" he cooed mockingly, pelvis undulating against yours to keep his head pushed up against the spongy spot deep inside of you.

"i— hngh..." you choked out a moan, head lulling back against his shoulder as your brain went all fuzzy.

"there we go," he whispered, his other hand wrapping around to prod at your clit.

he felt you tighten around his cock, moaning into your shoulder. "so goddamn tight, shit, baby."

robert could feel his nerves tingling at the base of his spine, being egged on by how you were pulsating around him.

"go on, cum. you know you can't stop it." he commanded in your ear, chuckling in satisfaction as you lurched against him, clenching around him as the assault of pleasure set fire to your body.

robert moaned at how you were practically milking him, his pace speeding up just slightly, feeling his own orgasm approach.

he pulled out, his seed spilling out on your lower back, dripping down to your ass.

you both panted. his chest pressed against your back, hands wrapping around to your front. you stayed like that for a while, in comfortable silence.

robert silently grabbed your hoodie, pulling it back over you, holding you to his chest. "you okay?" he whispered. you just nodded, a little sheepish smile pulling at your lips. "good."

his heart skipped a beat at that sweet smile.

this might make him greedy, but he wanted that smile all for himself. wanted you all for himself.

one day, maybe. first, he had to worry about cleaning you up and sneaking you both out without looking suspicious.

and maybe taking you back to his place and seeing more of that smile.

[cherrryblossomsz]

my favorite robert fic writer is back at it again!!!!