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[chiisdiary]

you can call me chii || 20s || +18, mdni || sideblog, follows from main ! ao3 || requests open || masterlist

current fandoms: resident evil, love and deep space, dead by daylight, jjk faves: leon s kennedy, zayne (love and deep space), nanami kento ~ !

[chiisdiary]

Heat Waves ⋆☀︎༄｡°

pervert leon s. kennedy ♡ reader

summary: leon's staying at your place until his ac is fixed. he never realized how fucking good you look, especially in those new glasses.

tags: +18 MDNI, friends to lovers, perverted leon, eating out, on the couch

word count: 4.5k !!

ao3 || masterlist || song of the day ~

Leon fucking hated Summer. 

He couldn’t stand this weather. The scorching heat currently plaguing Raccoon City was the worst the city has seen in over a decade and Leon was just oh-so-lucky to live in an apartment with a very broken AC unit. Leon tried everything he could think of as an attempt to beat the sweltering heat: bowls full of ice spread about the living room with the fan blowing on them, all the blinds drawn to shut the sun from shining too much inside. Hell, he’s even tried to give the complex’s pool a shot but every week seemed to be some snot nosed brat’s birthday party and Leon really didn’t feel like being swarmed by a group of lonely house milfs. 

Despite all of his efforts, Leon’s navy blue t-shirt still clung to his chest from the amount of sweat he was drenched in. No matter how many showers he took, his dirty blonde hair and clothes continued to stick to his body. 

His head hung over the back of the couch in his living room, a washcloth laid on his face that was just cool enough to keep his face from flushing due to the heat. He would need to start thinking of alternatives, maybe stay at someone’s place until the shit for brains landlord decided to fix the air conditioner situation. 

Leon groaned, sitting up and lazily grabbing his cell phone to weigh his options. There was no way in hell Chris would allow for him to stay at Claire’s, some protective older brother shit Leon wouldn’t understand. Chris was particular about having his own space away work which included Leon unsurprisingly. 

Leon eyed the contact ‘Hunnigan’, who he wasn’t even sure even still lived close by. His finger lingered over the call button for a moment. He considered it for a second but clicked away. How could he forget that he stood Hunnigan up not just once or twice, but at least three separate times for dates he asked her out on. The chances of Hunnigan allowing Leon to crash on her couch were about as high as a zombie outbreak in Raccoon City. Shit, Leon would rather be in a zombie ridden city than spend another second in this oppressive heat.

Leon began to tolerate Summer. 

The weather still absolutely sucked beyond belief, but you offered Leon a place to stay until the AC got fixed. Leon could hardly remember how his situation was brought up - most likely from one of the Redfield's poking fun at him in passing during lunch. And you were just too sweet and so kind to allow him to spend another minute in that apartment. So, like the sweet and kind person you were, you sent Leon a text with the offer. Your place only had one bed, but Leon was more than happy to take the couch if it meant having air conditioning.

You didn’t live too far away which was a relief to Leon, he didn’t have to spend too much money on or time in a cab. You were still tied up at the office when Leon arrived at your apartment building. He had a backpack slung over a shoulder when he saw your text apologizing for your absence along with the code to the building. You had a feeling Hunnigan would keep you past your initial shift but luckily placed the spare key under the potted plant by your front door. 

Stepping into your apartment was like a safe haven from the heat. Leon almost forgot what decent fucking air conditioning felt like. And as he breathed in for the first time, he was greeted by a sweet scent. Vanilla, maybe? It was comforting, smelled like you. He let out a relieved sigh, taking his shoes off while the phone in his pocket buzzed.

[ 3: 43 PM ]

Hey Leon, make yourself at home! Bathroom is the door at the end of the hall to the right. Text me if you need anything. Be home soon ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

~ xxx - xxx - xxxx

Leon was starting to like Summer.

Dull blue eyes focused intensely at you sitting on the couch across the living room. Leon, at first, was worried you would catch him staring. But you were far too busy with the laptop sitting across your thighs, fingers swiftly tapping away at the keys. You were so engrossed in your work. The heat wave forced you to work from home for a while. Leon didn’t mind one bit.

He has been looking at you differently. Maybe it was because of the shorts you started to wear around the apartment. Or how your tops clung to your sweaty torso, revealing how you tend to ditch wearing bras when you’re home even if you had a guest around. Usually you would notice by now, stutter out an apology and quickly go back to your room to cover yourself up. Maybe it was those new pair of glasses he’s seeing you wear for the first time. Were those new? Probably not. But Leon couldn’t stop thinking about just how cute you looked in them. How adorable it was seeing your nose scrunch up after you noticed they slid a bit too far down the bridge of your nose, forcing you to push them back up with your knuckle. He started to realize how sweet you looked when your eyes peeped over the glass to look over to him curiously because you had thought he was looking at you. He always looked away quick enough then you would go right back to work and his eyes would fall right back onto you. Leon didn’t think he had a glasses fetish. Hell, he had flirted with Hunnigan more than usual on days he’s seen her not wearing them.

‘Y’know, you’re kinda cute without those glasses. Why don’t we go out for dinner sometime?’ He had asked her one too many times, knowing her response would either be a swift rejection or topic change about one of his assignments. Leon wasn’t as flirty with you as you expected when you started working alongside Hunnigan. She was sort of like your mentor, you would turn to her for everything and anything. On your first day, she was quick to warn you about Leon's so-called “flirtatious” tactics. You weren’t supposed to take him too seriously because he was most likely just trying to get a reaction out of you. ‘Shouldn’t we report that to HR?’ You asked her which she replied with a sarcastic snort. You had considered looking for a job elsewhere. 

But Leon’s flirting, if you can even call it that, was rare around you. You weren’t sure why, eventually coming to conclusion that maybe Leon just had a crush on Hunnigan and was really bad at expressing it. You questioned how he had a girlfriend before moving to Raccoon City. Because for a guy as attractive as Leon S. Kennedy, he was really fucking awful at getting dates or even laid. Leon couldn’t remember the last time he even got laid.

“Damn.” He huffed out loud accidentally which caught your attention. Your finger was lingering over the spacebar as you looked over at him. And fuck, Leon had really wished you haven’t. You were making it hard for him to suppress any thoughts of ruining your cute face, rid any innocence he thought you possessed. “Are you.. Okay?” You asked him with a raised brow, eyes peeping over the glasses in a way that unintentionally made Leon’s heart drop to his stomach. You couldn’t possibly be aware of how hot you looked.

“Ha- Uhh, yeah. I think I’m just.. Uh.. starting to feel hot again.” He lied, raising a hand to fan himself off.

“Oh!” You smiled? Leon watched as you moved your laptop away, bounced up off the couch and quickly moved past him in the kitchen. You bent over to open the bottom freezer and it was so hard for Leon to look away after catching a glimpse of your ass peeking from under your shorts. He only turned around as a cold sensation pressed on his arm. 

“A popsicle?” Leon glanced down at you. You had a satisfied grin on your face. You were clearly proud of the surprise treat.

“Mhm!” You nodded, “I picked some up on the way from work the other day. I meant to ask what flavors you liked… so I hope cherry is okay?”

Leon was starting to enjoy Summer. 

He watched you from the kitchen again after you turned around to return to your spot on the couch. Your hands looked so delicate undoing the wrappings of the bright red popsicle, bringing it up towards your face and wrapping your pretty lips around it. Even through the distance, he could still hear a satisfied hum as you dragged the popsicle back and forth between your lips. Your mouth must have been so fucking warm, the sides of the popsicle were already melting down the sides dripping onto your chest and disappearing into the exposed cleavage. You pulled the popsicle back with an audible pop and it was soooo fucking hard for Leon to tear his eyes off of you as your tongue glided across your bottom lip. He gulped down hard nervously, eyes moving from your lips to see you were staring right back at him, big doe like eyes peering over silver frames. Of course. You were smiling. You had to be doing this on purpose. 

Fuck.

Leon wasn’t a pervert. That’s what he tried to convince himself as he stared down at the hard-on pressing from under his shorts. It was late, you had gone off to bed after having dinner with Leon. You hummed him a sweet ‘Goodnight Leon’ with that adoring smile unaware of how hard it tugged at his heart. And how hard it got him. 

He loved your lips. They were so perfect. Plump. Pretty. It should’ve been him to feel them, not that stupid fucking popsicle. Leon wanted to know what they felt like on his lips, against his skin, around him. 

“Fuck it..” He muttered to himself, taking a quick glance towards your bedroom door. The bedroom lights weren’t on and if he focused hard enough he could hear a slight snoring sound. Good, you were fast asleep. Leon hooked both thumbs under the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down enough to free his throbbing cock. His fingers slowly curled around the shaft, an anticipated inhale that cooled his teeth when he slowly stroked up.

Usually when he got himself off, Leon had porn playing on his laptop or phone. He needed at least a visual. Leon closed his eyes and it didn’t take long for his mind to picture you with him. Your precious lips lightly wrapped around his girth, looking up at him over your lenses, seeking any sort of approval or praise from him because that’s how good of a girl you were for him. Your eyes wide, brows knit together, a fist pressing on his thigh with your  nails lightly scratching the skin.

“Just like that…” His hips bucked upward into the imaginary heat of your mouth. He wondered if you had taken someone like this before. You were such a pretty thing, it would be stupid for anyone to not even think about it at the very least. He thought about playing with your hair, grabbing the side of your head, pushing the limits to see just how much of his fat cock you could handle before tapping his leg to pull away. 

Leon’s hand pumped around him faster. He swiped a thumb over the tip, lubing the shaft with his precum. He was huffing your name under his breath with each quick stroke. How sloppy would you get for him? Would you gag on him? Are you the type to sprinkle light kisses on his balls while you jerked him off or touch yourself as you sucked him? How long until you were begging him to fuck you?

“Please Leon… I need it… please.. Le-”“-On?” Leon’s eyes shot open. He gulped down, eyes slowly tracing over your shadowy silhouette. It was still mostly dark in the living room, the moon light through the window had barely lit up the shape of his face. Good, you couldn’t see what he was doing.

“U..uhh.. Huh.. ye…ah?” He tried so desperately to hide the nervousness in his voice. Hunnigan was going to kick his ass. You are going to catch him jerking himself off on your couch, you’re going to tell Hunnigan and she might actually kill him this time. 

“Sorry! Did I wake you? I was coming for some water. I didn’t mean to wake you, shit. I feel awful.” He watched your figure shift from side to side.

“I…had my eyes closed.” Wasn’t a complete lie. He was completely still, hand still holding his throbbing length. He stifled a moan. Just you being in the same room as him, unknowing the gross shit he was doing in the dark and talking to him like normal was such a fucking turn on.

“Oh, really? Huh, I could’ve sworn I heard you sleep talking just now..” Leon was glad you couldn’t see his face flush over red. “Well, I hope you don’t mind? I’ll be quick, promise.” 

You turned towards the kitchen, flipping the lights on. Leon was so fucked. 

No, he couldn’t panic now. The blanket was at his feet, all he had to do was quickly pull it up to hide. He was federal agent for fuck’s sake. There was no reason for him to be this caught off guard. Leaning over, Leon turned his head expecting to see the back of your head. But thanks to his current shit luck, Leon’s eyes met yours instead. Leon was so so fucked.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed with you two staring at each. You squeezed the water bottle in your hand, completely lost for words. 

“Shit. Guess you caught me with my pants down.” He said with a dry chuckle. Maybe a joke would break the tension he thought. “I thought you were.. Asleep. Didn’t expect you to come out and see.. This.” He gestured his head. 

You still haven’t said a word to Leon. You could barely hear him even because your attention was occupied on it. Him. His cock. 

“Y’know, you’re staring a bit too hard there. Did you want a closer look?” He paused. “No- sorry, that was a shitty joke. I shouldn’t have-”

“Okay.”

“What?”

“I want to see.. I want to look at you- it.” 

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” Leon scoffed. But you didn’t say no or shake your head. He gestured towards you. “C’mere then.”

As if you were under his spell, you dragged your feet from the kitchen to the living room, turning on a lamp along the way. Leon moved his legs out the way so you could sit by him in their place. You kept your head down, watching your thumbs circling one another.

“Hey,” Leon leaned close to your ear, breath so soft it sent a weird tickle down your back. “Don’t get shy on me now. You said you wanted to see me jerk off, right? So, look at me.”

You swallowed, lifting your head up just enough for your eyes to see his hand was right back around his girth, stroking it nice and slow so you can have a good look. Another gulp. Blinking and moving your eyes from his stroking to look up at him. Leon swore he was going to lose it right then and there. Your pretty eyes on him, soft skin just barely brushing against him.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you? Y’know.. Huff.. I thought I was the pervert, picturing you with those pretty lips wrapped around me. Mm. Sucking me, letting me fuck your face..but.. You might be just as fucked up.” 

You opened your mouth in protest. “Uh-uh, shhh, it’s okay.” he interrupted. “Just means I should give you what you want, doesn’t it? Fuck, you’re making me crazy. You know that? Can’t believe I’m already this close. Mm, I wanna cover your face… Fucking make you into my mess. Oh fuck, baby, please can I?” He put his face by your, his nose rubbing against your temple. He felt you move your head up and down. 

“Nuh-uh, use your words. Like before. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, you can m-make a mess on my face. I-I want you to.” 

Leon smiled, getting up from the couch to stand in front of you. His tip centimeters from your face. You moved your hands up to your face, ready to take your glasses off. In the heated moment, you completely forgot you were even wearing them.

“W-wait!” His outburst startled you. “K-keep ‘em on.” 

You were confused at his request but nodded anyway, placing your hands back in your lap. 

“Good.. nngh.. Good girl. God, you’re so cute..” His hips bucked forward. 

Blue eyes refused to look away from you even as they glossed over from lust. He wanted you to watch him fuck his hand. Watch how worked up you got him from wearing those glasses. 

Leon grunted, his body looming over you. He hated that he couldn’t stop his eyes from shutting tight. He wanted to see how you would react to him cumming. Hand pumping so fast, he could barely feel the slick covered cock in his palm anymore.

“Fuck. Baby, I’m gonna cum.” The pitch in his voice strained and you swore you heard it crack. He swallowed hard. Cock throbbing in his hand as he squeezed at the base. A guttural groan vibrated his throat as ropes of cum exploded from the eager pink tip. You braced yourself, but still unable to keep from flinching as the hot cum landed on your face. 

Leon opened his eyes, breath catching in his throat at the beautiful sight. Cum covered the lenses of your glasses so wonderfully. Some dripped to your cheek and his eyes watched eagerly as some trickled to your soft plump lips. It was instinct for you to lick your lips. Big innocent eyes blinking up at him. He might’ve just fallen in love. 

“Leon-” You whined, snapping him out of his trance.

“Shit.. Shit.. Sorry, baby. Fuck.. You look so beautiful right now. So perfect.. My pretty baby.” Your cheeks were burning at the praise. Leon wished he could get his phone to snap a picture. You looked too good not to immortalize this moment, but Leon noted he would have to do that next time. Right now he had to take care of his girl. Reward you for dealing with his perversions. 

“Sorry baby but I need you on my tongue. Can I do that for you? Can I make my pretty baby feel good with my mouth..? Fuck please.. Please baby.” His pleas might have awakened something in you this time. A handsome guy like Leon begging to eat you out? He was desperate, pathetic. But fuck did it make your core ache.

“Y-yeah..” You nod and Leon nearly knocks himself over as he kneeled down in front of you. His fingers wrapped around the hem of your pajama shorts, tugging them towards him down your knees. 

“You’re so fucking perfect…” He breathed, resting his head on the side of your left thigh. On the other thigh Leon’s hand caressed gently. His fingers inched closer to your heat. Your chest rises and falls with anticipated breaths. 

“Leon?” Your brows furrowed. You weren’t able to see well past the mess he made. “Can I take these off now?”

“Mm? Shit, sorry. You can, ha, yeah yeah. Let's get these off you.” He leaned up to help you slide the glasses from your face. He chuckled seeing the soft pout on your lips. He placed the glasses on the coffee table behind him. Even if he did try to attempt to clean them right now, which he didn’t want to, there would still be a mess. 

“Better?”

“Mm..” Cheeks flush as you watch his hand return to your thigh. Closer to the damp fabric than earlier. A thumb motioned up towards your clit. You sucked in through your teeth. It was so close to the throbbing bud. This teasing was agonizing. 

Leon was back on his knees in front of you, peppering small kisses along the skin of your thigh. He wanted to take his time with you. You were too precious. Too delicate to undo too quickly. He nipped the middle of your thigh rewarding him with a low gasp and he looked at you with that stupid cocky grin. Asshole.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help it. I’ll make it up to you.” He murmured on your warm skin. His face moved towards your panties. You bit down hard on the tip of you tongue to stop yourself from telling him to just fucking devour you already. A kiss on your clothed cunt made your eyes flutter back. 

“So cute..” You felt Leon whisper on the damp spot of your panties. He wasn’t patient enough to tease you for too long. He maneuvered to yank the panties off to dangle off one of your ankles before his face was right back on your seeping cunt. His arms hooked under both thighs, pulling you towards him. Leon’s lips wrapped around the tiny pink bud and you jolted forward, your hand grabbing at his dirty blonde hair and giving it a soft tug. His lips curled into a smile. How many times can he say you were cute?

Leon’s mouth sucked on your clit gently, the tip of his tongue flicking across it swiftly. Your body immediately melted.

“Le-on!” You would squeeze your thighs around his head if his burly hands weren’t holding them apart. The sweet sounds from your lips clicked something in his brain. He needed to hear more.

“Mm mm,” he taunted, releasing your clit with a soft pop. He barely lifted his lips from you. The flat of Leon’s tongue ran across your slit teasingly, lapping it up like a thirsty animal. 

You felt him prodding a finger into your hole, pumping it slowly until he could warm you up enough to add a second finger then a third while his tongue returned to that needy clit. You swore you were seeing stars as his fingers curled, searching for that sweet little spot that made you squeal out.

 “Le-leon, it’s t-too much.. I..I can’t..” You hiccuped, the words barely forming.

“You can..” He murmured, vibrating against your clit that earned him another whiny moan. “You can do it.. Let me take care of this sweet pussy.” You whined once more and his tongue was back to licking your button. He would suck for a moment, release it with a loud smacking of his lips, you would moan or whimper or whine his name then he was back to sucking on it. 

You felt the heat swelling in your stomach. One of your feet placed on his shoulder to try to push him away but he was much stronger than you, not budging in the slightest. His fingers fucked into you faster until you squeezed around him, a moan catching in your throat while your juices gushed onto Leon’s fingers and mouth. 

“H-ha~! L-leon.. Fuuuck!” You choked out. Your hand gripped his hair tighter. Your lower body twitched under his tongue that wouldn’t stop flicking across your sensitive heat. Your vision was so blurred you could hardly make out the shape of Leon’s facial features when he finally lifted his face from between your legs. He was completely drenched and you would have apologized from the sudden orgasm if he didn’t have a satisfied grin on his dumb wet face.

“Guess that makes us even.” He snarked, letting go of your thighs to wipe the absolute mess you made on his chin. He started to get off the floor, revealing he was hard all over again. Your eyes immediately locked to its twitching in anticipation.

“L..Leon…”

“Hm?”

“F..fuck me.. please..” 

Leon smiled. He didn’t waste another moment, lining the head of his cock with your sensitive center. He leaned his head to rest on top of yours. Together, you watched how easily Leon slid into you. He guided your legs around his waist. He inhaled sharply through his teeth as your legs pulled him closer instinctively.

“Shit, baby. You feel so good.. Sucking me in so - Fuck!” He chuckled in disbelief. He rolled his hips and you squeezed around him. He slid his length out then slammed it right back in, nearly toppling himself over from the force. Then again, Leon would slide out of you for what felt like a long agonizing second then slip back, making you moan his name. 

You tilted your head up, lips puckering towards him and he snatched your mouth so quickly with his own, not giving a fuck your face was still covered with his seed. Licking, nipping, suckling on your lower lip until you parted them apart shyly. His tongue licked around your mouth, which to you started to tickle and you would laugh but go right back to moaning because he thrusted into you over and over and over. 

He quicked his pace. Already so close again from fucking your pussy. He pulled away from your lips.

“Need you t-to cum with me baby. Can you give me that? Give it to me, pretty baby.” He mumbled on your panting lips. His hand pressed flat on your tummy. His thumb twirling around your clit clumsily. He was so focused on making you feel good. Making you feel as good as you’ve been making him. 

“F-ffuuuck… Mmhm.. Leon.. T-there.. Right there. Right there..” You whispered. Leon watched as your face twisted. Your moans grow squeakier as that intense tightening returns in your stomach. It made you shut your eyes tightly. Muttering quiet fuck’s that matched his quickening thrusts. 

Your wet heat squeezed him one last time. Your arms tossed around his neck, pulling him down into you as you covered his cock with your slick. Leon groaned into your ear, having you milk him like you so desperately needed it. He thrusted a few more times before your legs completely gave out and released him from your tight hold. 

“Shit.” He muttered, stirring his cock inside of you to earn him one last pathetic whimper. 

“Guess that means you’re not kicking me out after all, huh?”

Leon fucking loved Summer.

[chiisdiary]

stil not even close to being done asfgjhklksdjk this self insert fic shit is serious!!!!

[yokolate]

Leon Kennedy - RE9: Requiem (2026) dev. Capcom

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[a11ia]

Keep on contact ⭑.ᐟ

+ cleon extra 💗

[chiisdiary]

i have this idea for a leon x reader (18+ prolly) story where reader has this tamagotchi of leon and leon falls so hard for reader that he somehow becomes real lol it's obvi inspired by miside and a game on itchio called DachaBo, just maybe without the yandere stuff unless ppl might like that ? i have to finish writing my summer leon x reader fic first so it'll be a hot minute before anything with this concept comes out

[chiisdiary]

working on these again!! so much has happened these past few months that i couldnt write!! re9 news inspired meeee lolol

[larvamars]

third re9 trailer be like

[chiisdiary]

i have this idea for a leon x reader (18+ prolly) story where reader has this tamagotchi of leon and leon falls so hard for reader that he somehow becomes real lol it's obvi inspired by miside and a game on itchio called DachaBo, just maybe without the yandere stuff unless ppl might like that ? i have to finish writing my summer leon x reader fic first so it'll be a hot minute before anything with this concept comes out

[chiisdiary]

im in a shit mood, so digiboy needy leon is now moving on up to my list lol

[chiisdiary]

i have this idea for a leon x reader (18+ prolly) story where reader has this tamagotchi of leon and leon falls so hard for reader that he somehow becomes real lol it's obvi inspired by miside and a game on itchio called DachaBo, just maybe without the yandere stuff unless ppl might like that ? i have to finish writing my summer leon x reader fic first so it'll be a hot minute before anything with this concept comes out

[lushfa]

oughh that new zayne promise card….. hello… i need yoy…

[ahhrenata]

warm up

[maxkirin]

So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

Want more writerly content? Follow maxkirin.tumblr.com!

[writing-prompt-s]

Assassins

“Below are selected prices that are paid to professional assassins by criminal organizations and drug cartels for a contract hit.

In Australia, the median price to hire a hit man is $13,610 (9,800 Euros), with the price going up to $83,000 (60,000 Euros) based on the task.

In Mexico, the cost for a low level assassin is $208 (150 Euros), and up to $20,832 (15,000 Euros) for a higher profile target like a police chief.

The prices paid in Argentina are between $3,749 (2,700 Euros) to $5,555 (4,000 Euros) per hit.

Government statistics in Spain state that 40 assassinations take place each year, with prices for the hit ranging between $27 (20 Euros) to $69,000 (50,000 Euros).”

So cheap! I always thought things like this would cost more than $1 million…

[writer-wannabe-needs-inspiration]

This is super useful to know!

[writing-prompt-s]

and not just for writing!!

[ladybugseatppl]

@katherine-rose

[katherine-rose]

HOLY FUCK

HOW MANY HOURS HAVE I WASTED TRYING TO FIND HEROIN PRICES ON THE INTERNET WHAT A GREAT DATABASE

[midnight-spectrum-again]

I needed this

[rheevalka]

Actually useful. Sometimes incognito isn’t enough.

[tommyparkerr]

and suddenly my life just became much easier

[galaxy-of-stories]

I’ve heard of this before but the GIFs made it better 

[chiisdiary]

having so many unfinished drafts but not having the motivation or brain capacity to finish em;;

[madamechrissy]

Well, are you mine?

Pairings: Sukuna x fem reader

Summary- You're Yuuji Itadori's best friend since forever, and his older brother Sukuna is a grade A ass to you. After a nasty breakup with your ex, you text Yuuji who's out for the night, he gives you the go ahead to stay at his place. But it's only Sukuna there, and he is oddly comforting? You've had it bad for him forever, but little do you know, so has he, even if he doesn't show it, because Sukuna thinks Yuuji loves you (ahem, he's WAY wrong) Porn w/feelings, best friend's brother trope, Duo POVS

CW- Modern Sukuna, he's a gamer and tsundere af lol, this is SMUTTY asf, loss of virginity (don't mention much abt it aside from reader is one) Sukuna is ROUGH lol, oral sex (m and f recieving) overstimulation, dirty talk, Sukuna calls reader brat and slutty, lowkey breed kink, possessiveness, marathon sex lol. Sukuna is BAD AT FEELINGS lmaooo, but he whimpers? Reader- 20, Sukuna 25- 6.4k WC!

Comments/reblogs appreciated if you enjoy this one!

You’re walking out in that pathetic excuse for a tank top and the most revealing shorts that morning when Sukuna sees you, peeking up from his monitor, proceeding to get sniped like some damn noob when he sees your nipples perk up through the material. He curses loudly, slamming off his headset then, you look at him in surprise, lips parted just so.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, he glares at you then, standing up as he takes you in, irritated you have such an effect.

“What are you doing here? Yuuji isn’t even home until tonight.” He says with a glare, ruby eyes glinting, you tense just a bit, Sukuna is tall and intimidating, and constantly an asshole.

“He said it was fine, here’s the text.” You swipe up on your phone, he snorts as he looks at it.

“You have a teddy bear case? Stupid.” Your eyes narrow in irritation when he picks up the phone, scoffing as he sees the texts. “God. What a simp you’re making him.”

“What now? Am not even! He’s my best friend, not that you’d understand, you don’t even have any. You’re such an ass.” You snatch your phone back from him, earning his scowl.

“You’re an annoying brat, y’know that? If Yuuji didn’t simp so badly I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

“Whatever! Ugh.”

“Why’d you need to come here anyway? Boyfriend piss you off?” You sigh, crossing your arms, just pressing your breasts up more for his view.

“He cheated on me.” Sukuna pauses then, hearing the hurt in your voice, seeing it on your pretty face, annoyingly pretty face.

“Shit.” Is all he manages, and you sigh, looking at him then, emotions in the back of your throat.

“That was mean of me to say, that you have no friends. I know you do… I’m sorry I said it.” His mouth opens, then closes, his brows lowering.

“You’re always bitchy to me, it doesn’t surprise me.”

“And you’re always an ass to me.”

“Tch, I’m not gonna fawn over you like your little best friend does, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, every time I stay or hang out you tell me you can’t wait for me to leave, or are just mean as shit.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling then, it’s true he is mean to you constantly.

Every time you stay, he’s picking on you or making snide remarks, to the point he’s made you cry sometimes, and then felt like shit. Nothing was worse than seeing you cry, but he didn’t know what else to do, because you’re haunting his every dream, even last night he was stroking his cock to a stupid Instagram picture of you.

The thing is, Sukuna wants you, and wants you badly, so much it makes him pathetic, his little brother’s best friend, who Sukuna knows has had some stupid crush on since forever. Sukuna’s only five years older than you, but twenty just seems too young, you seem too inexperienced, too innocent and sweet, the last thing you needed was him around you.

And he knew you had some little crush on him, most of knowing him, you used to literally make doe eyes at him, he found it sort of cute at first, but now you’re a whole woman, walking around in nothing half the time. He was happy you got a boyfriend, despite the odd clench in his chest from hearing it, only because he wouldn’t have to see you as much.

So, the best course of action?

Make you hate him, and he thinks it’s worked, you don’t make doe eyes, you’re not fawning over him, or pathetically trying to flirt. No, you’re just as mean to him as he is to you now, god and you scowling and flipping him off? That turns him on more than fucking anything, unfortunately.

“Fuck him.” Sukuna says, and you’re shocked for a moment, as you stare up at the guy you’ve had it bad for since you can remember, Yuuji’s older brother, you thought he was so cool, you were always coming over more and more to see him.

Yuuji was the best friend in the world, so it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy hanging out with him, it’s just your mind kept wandering, Sukuna was always a grump, but something shifted in the past couple of years, especially this year. He was downright mean and nasty to you, making jokes, pinching on you, ruffling your hair, rolling his eyes whenever you were near.

If his goal was to make you hate him, you don't, you just really can't stand him. Can't stand seeing him shirtless seeing the tattoos around his biceps, down his strong chest, hate seeing his stupid abs that have abs!?! Why does he have to be such an attractive ass, you don't know, but your crush hasn't gone away.

It's worse.

Last night you'd seen Sukuna was here when you'd used the key Yuuji let you have, he was crashed out on the couch sprawled out, movie ended, you'd covered him with a blanket and given him a pillow. In his sleep he almost looked sweet, you thought, having slept in the guest room, he'd swirled in your mind, your boyfriend having cheated hurt, but thankfully you hadn't taken that step with him…

No, you stupidly still wanted Sukuna as your first.

As if that would happen, he hates you so much clearly, and you have seen the girls he brought over, older and more experienced, more confident and worldly. You weren't there yet, especially when the man you're wanting doesn't see you as anything but a little brat.

“Sukuna, are you comforting me?” Sukuna scoffs.

“Of course I'm not, but also… he's a fucking idiot. You don't deserve someone who does that shit.” You blink back tears then, stepping to him, hugging him.

Sukuna freezes, as he inhales that scent, something floral and irritatingly delicious, your soft breasts pressing against his chest, your nipples taut under the tank top. You're tiptoeing, holding him around his chest, he grimaces, wanting to pick you up and drag you to his room, but he shoves at you.

“Annoying brat, off me god.” You shake your head, snuggling closer, when he realizes you're crying. It annoys him how you wrench his heart when you look up, tears falling out of your stupidly pretty eyes.

Did you have to affect him this way?

“Thank you, Kuna.”

“Don't call me that, ugh.” He places his huge hands at your waist to shove you off, but you gasp at it, taking over your waist, burning your skin then. He falters, his breath coming faster as he holds you there, just a little off of him, eyes going to your lips, tempting him to no end. “Stupid nickname.” He grumbles.

“I… you used to not mind it. What happened to make you hate me so much?” You whisper, hands slipping up his chest, so much revealed in the soft white shirt he's wearing, you feel his heart thudding under your hand.

“Don't hate you, just you're annoying.”

“How?”

“Just being here.”

“So I annoy you just existing?”

“Yes.” He speaks through clenched teeth, when you lean back, and he views your body. “Why do you fucking dress like that!?”

“It's comfy. What do you care, Kuna?”

“Stop it with the stupid nickname. Your… your body annoys me.” He is whispering now, hands slipping down your hips, you let this little sound out from the back of your throat that destroys him then.

“My body, what not your type? Don't wanna see it?”

“You're so fucking stupid.”

“How can a body piss you off? Ah!” Sukuna had you picked up now right on the kitchen counter, your breaths come in pants at getting handled like this, his big hands on your thighs, his eyes boring into you.

“All I can think about is all the ways I wanna fucking ruin you for any stupid boy you'll ever meet.” Your heart thuds in your chest, blinking rapidly as if you're in a fucking dream.

“Wh-what?” He moans softly, rough pads of his fingers slipping up your thighs, watching the goosebumps rise everywhere.

“Thinking how good your little pussy tastes, how pretty your tits must be, how your face would look fucked out.” You're moaning out loud when he finds you then, lips hovering just an inch from yours, he moans when he finds your slick cunt dripping, he laughs then, softly. “That wet for me? Haven't even done shit.”

“Shut up and touch me, please, Sukuna.” The way that his name sounds from your lips? Your eyes dilating? Your wet cunt on his fingers? His cock starts throbbing from touching you, watching your face when he shoves a finger in your hole, you grip him like a vise.

“Anyone ever made you cum? Any of your dumb boys?” You grip his wrist when his fingers curl in your gummy walls, finding that spot instantly and pressing on it, making you gasp as you gush down his fingers. “Fuck you're wet, why are you so stupid tight, fuckin feel you…”

“Don't know… I… Kuna, m’a v-virgin, ngh!” He yanks away then, panic on his face. “Don't stop, please.”

“A virgin, how the fuck?” You whine out as he backs off, sucking you off his fingers, his cheeks moaning, those crimson eyes dilated, the hottest thing you have ever seen. “Why do you taste so good? God I can’t stand you.”

“Kuna, please… just…”

“No, I won’t do that, I sure the fuck won’t take that. How are you even…”

“I’ve been waiting.” You murmur, earning his brows raised, barring you on either side with his strong arms, leaning close.

“You what now?”

“For you, stupid.” Sukuna cups your face with one hand, hot as your overheated cheek, so close your breaths mingle.

“No way, I’m not doing that, it’s bad enough I even touched you, now you’ll be all I can think about, annoying little brat ruining me.” His words hit, your pussy throbbing around nothing then, you lean your head and kiss his palm, melting him as you do. “Don’t do shit like that.”

“Do you want me?” You ask, thighs on either side of him.

“What do you think?” He grabs your hips, and you feel him, huge and hard against you over the fabric of his pants and your shorts, he grabs you tight, you’re looking at those lips, usually in a smirk or a sarcastic grin, so pouty right now, begging for your kisses.

“Doesn’t have to be anything serious-”

“How can you say that? No, it would be.” You would end him the moment he got inside you, he already knows it, tasting your sweet arousal on his tongue, looking at the color your cheeks are tinged, imagining your face as his cock leaks precum against his boxers.

“I can be… casual…” You’re grinding on him, you’ve never felt this, the longing for him in this way, you’re jutting your chin up, trying to kiss him, but he pulls his face away, shaking his head. “Kiss me.”

“No way.” He won’t be able to stop, at least at this point he can rip himself off of you, taking several breaths, turning away from how delectable you look sitting with your thighs spread on his counter.

“I’ve seen all the women you bring over the years, why not me? You clearly are casual about it?” You hate the emotions in your throat. “Am I not…”

“If you say some dumb shit like you’re not attractive, I swear you’ll piss me off. Look at you.”

“You won’t look at me.”

“I can’t right now, I won’t just fuck you, especially your… first I… can’t. Just drop it, just forget it even happened.” You jump off the counter then, breathing fast, heart nearly pounding out of your chest.

“I’m sorry I asked.” He curses as you run off to the room, his head is spinning from your scent, your taste, the images now burned in his brain, your slick still on his fingertips.

He could never just take your virginity, what if he hurt you? What if he hurt you emotionally, he sure his entire life has never had a real girlfriend, he’s had hookups and booty calls, that’s it. And for the past year he’s pictured you half the time when he’s played with himself, when he’s slept with them, but he can’t do that, you deserved better than him surely.

You’re all dressed now, you stand there and look at him, he hates the tears that have streaked down your face, your bag on your shoulder. “You don’t have to leave, just leave me alone.” He says then, and you laugh without humor, shaking your head.

“I can’t face you after that, too embarrassing. Don’t even tell Yuuji I came over, please.” You go to leave and Sukuna stops you, a hand on the knob above you, his hard body towering behind you, you feel so small next to him, god who didn’t?

Sukuna runs his fingers down your spine, you shiver from the sensation, he leans close, his lips against your ear. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“No?” You look at him then, noses touching, so close.

“Everyone wants me, it’s fine brat.” He smirks, you glare then, smacking at his hand on the knob and pulling open the door.

“Fuck you, Sukuna.” You say, he grins at you like the asshole he is, but when you shut the door behind you, you don’t see him cursing himself, forehead resting on the door, his stomach sick.

Why’d he do that?

Why couldn’t he just give you what you wanted, what he wants so badly?

He’s terrified to disappoint you, but he already has.

*****

Two Weeks Later

“Please stay for dinner!? Please, please, please!” Yuuji begs you, literally on his hands and knees bowing, you giggle, shaking your head.

“No, I can’t… your brother-”

“He won’t bother you, he just yells at the game, it’s fine! Never used to bother you, and I miss you.” He looks up with sweet honey eyes, making you sigh then, nodding, he jumps up all excited. “Perfect, I need to show you the recipe my brother Cho showed me!”

“How is he? I miss him.” You say softly, Yuji’s other brother lived far away now, he was a sweetheart, much unlike Sukuna.

“He’s doing so well, his band is so popular now. I’ll tell him you said hi! You know he thought you were so pretty.”

“Cho did? No way.”

“Well who doesn’t, even Sukuna does.” You pause then, faltering as you look at the kitchen, where he’d had a long, thick finger inserted in your little hole. Where he’d tasted you.

“Um, I doubt all that. He hates me.” Yuuji shakes his head, checking his phone then. “Your girl?”

“We’re not dating yet, just talking, but we are going to a movie tonight. You know her, yeah?”

“Yes, she was so sweet in school.”

Sukuna walks in as Yuuji shows you their texts, his eyes darting to you, taking in your little pleated skirt and top with some dumb anime character you liked on it, you looked fucking adorable. So cute he hates it, so he scowls at you, earning your scowl right back, as Yuuji looks between you both.

“Woah, calm down. Sukuna, I have a date!” Sukuna’s heart drops, Yuuji surely would be good enough for you, he’s sweet (annoyingly sweet) and devoted. Choso and Yuuji were sweet, he’s not sure how he got all the asshole of the family, but he supposed it came from taking care of them both, being the oldest.

He should be a little relieved, you’d leave him alone now, right? You wouldn’t give him that look, he would finally know you’re untouchable, he clears his throat now, hating that his heart feels like it’s ripped in half. Just two weeks ago, the last time he saw you, he’d felt your heat, he’d had you begging for him, but he turned you down.

He did this.

“Finally, you two are going on a date, huh?” He says, trying to act casual, and Yuuji snorts, shaking his head, as your eyes go wide.

“Us, no! We’re too close, we’d never ruin our friendship. Though I sure asked her out a lot in school.”

“You tried.” You say with a little smile, as Sukuna stands there dumbfounded. “You’d never have liked dating me, I hate your zombie movies too much.”

“You have the worst taste, it’s true. Now, Sukuna, it's this girl…” Yuuji starts going on, and Sukuna can barely hold his composure, as he shows him a picture of her, as he’s rambling.

He was convinced his brother was in love with you, it’s a huge reason he has pushed you so far away, he’d never dishonor him like that, even if he knew you didn’t feel the same. He struggles to focus now, as you look down nervously, as if you could hear his thoughts, feel what he wants so badly.

“Thought you simped for the brat here.” He says, Yuuji laughs.

“No, she’s just a beautiful best friend.” He kisses your cheek and you smile warmly at him, it lights up your face, doing the annoying thing to his heart again. “If you’re not so mean, maybe she’ll stay for dinner.”

“Me, mean? Never.” You and Yuuji both roll your eyes at him.

“I don’t have to stay, Sukuna, I was just stopping by.” Your words break him down, remembering how mean he was, and he didn’t apologize, why should he though?

He should have said something.

You’re feeling his gaze on you, as he runs a hand through his pastel locks, the same shade as Yuuji but his are longer, messier, he has a little stubble on his cheeks you don’t remember seeing. As you further look, you see the dark circles under his eyes, how tense he is when he opens his mouth, just to close it, and re open it again, as if he doesn’t know what to say.

Sukuna is… on edge?

“You can stay, what do I care? Used to your ass around anyway.” He walks to his room then, and Yuuji excitedly talks to you, but your mind is in that room, with that asshole of a man.

The dinner is awkward as fuck, and when Yuuji leaves to get ready for his date, you hastily start washing your dish, you feel his gaze on you, he’s leaned back in the chair with his legs wide. You don’t dare say a word to him, you’re too mortified still, too confused, his one touch with no kiss has done more than anything you’ve experienced so far.

Awakened shit that was already there.

Made it worse.

“So you two never…” Sukuna trails off, leaving the question open, you look back at him as you dry your hand with a dish towel.

“Never what, dated? Of course not.”

“I thought the kid had it bad for you.” His voice is quiet, you clear your throat, shaking your head then.

“No, I tried to tell you, just friends. Yuuji is sweet and I love him, but I’ve never felt that way… like I…” Like with Sukuna. “Yeah, anyway, the girl is so sweet. I’ll head out when he does, don’t worry.”

Sukuna’s standing next to you before you can blink, he’s wearing this black dress shirt unbuttoned just so, revealing too much of his strong chest, pecs that are ridiculous, your eyes keep darting to it. To those collar bones, the black lines running along, making you wonder just where his tattoos stop, you physically back up, looking away then, unable to even look in his eyes.

“Running away, brat? Scared?” He raises a brow, you blink then, shaking your head. “Yeah you are.”

“Scared of what?”

“I’m ready guys! Oh… are you two gonna… hang out?” Yuuji asks with a little smile, you’re blushing then, shaking your head.

“Hang out with him? What, no.” Sukuna’s jaw clenches now, you smile as you feel how mad he is. “What?”

“What’s so wrong with me?”

“You’re an ass.”

“You’re a-”

“Okay, dumb question, don’t kill each other.” Yuuji does a little spin then, showing off his outfit, you giggle. “How do I look?”

“Amazing!” He kisses your cheek and hugs you then, just the sight of that alone has Sukuna infuriated, imagining kissing you.

What do your lips feel like?

Would they end him?

“She’s staying, she’s gonna… game with me.” Sukuna says then, you and Yuuji both look at him with shock. “Yeah, brat wants some lessons on Call of Duty.”

“Lessons? You game?” You want to burst out in laughter, the only video games you play involve very hot men on your phone.

Sukuna eyes you though, so intense it’s hard to breathe, you smile then, a little shy almost, realizing what he wants even though he’s not saying it. He wants to spend time with you, this shithead, this asshole of a man, he’s… he’s trying to express that he wants you to stay. And, to stay alone with him.

“I do wanna learn though, plus we should try to get along, hmm?” You look right at Sukuna, he’s not smirking or grinning, he’s vulnerable for a moment. His full lips parted just so in surprise.

“This makes me so happy. I love you both so much! If he pisses you off too bad, just text me.”

“What would you do, kid?” He demands.

“I’d… well I’d tell you to be nice.”

“I love you too.” You tell Yuuji then, and he runs off now to his date, leaving you alone in the kitchen again, with Sukuna. “Video games, huh?”

“Video games.” He answers, and before you know it, he’s right in front of you, gently holding you by your face, in a sweet manner you’d never think he could. “I want you, fuck I’ve wanted you for a long time now… but I thought you…” He’s trailing off, words escaping him.

“You thought Yuuji loved me, and you couldn’t do that.” You answer, everything starting to click now.

“That and you irritate the shit out of me. I don’t like what I feel.”

“What do you feel, Sukuna?” You step forward, arms wrapping around his thick waist then, he gulps visibly.

“Too much.” Is all he says, eyeing your lips hungrily.

“Maybe I feel too much. It’s scary, yeah?”

“I’m not scared of shit.” He’s leaning closer, you’re aching for him to just kiss you, licking your lower lip, tantalizing him as it turns glossy.

“If you’re not scared, then why are you so afraid to kiss me?” You whisper the words, his eyes flutter shut, a hand gripping your hair then at the nape of the neck, pulling it just so.

“Because I won’t stop there, I won’t stop till I’ve kissed every part of your body, till I’ve licked every part, until you’re cumming all over me.” Your little whimper from the back of your throat ruins him, he slams his lips down then, and it’s over.

Your kiss is messy, it’s desperate and sloppy, your tongues dripping saliva as he lifts you suddenly, you cling to him, thighs squeezing narrow hips, arms around his neck, your hand drifts through his undercut just so. He’s moaning as he kisses you so brutally, carrying you until you’re against a wall, pressing you there, you gasp for a breath while he starts licking down your throat.

“Kuna…” You’re arching against him, clinging tightly as he bites your throat, his big hands gripping your ass and squeezing.

“Hate that nickname. Hate how much I like it. Fuck you.”

You scowl, pulling away. “Fuck me for what?”

“Being so stupidly pretty. Driving me crazy forever. Fuck you for tasting so good, too.” You’re opening your mouth to protest, but he’s already carrying you to his bed, unceremoniously plopping you down on it, yanking off your top then, your breasts heave as your breaths come quickly, and he eyes you. “Fuck you for perfect tits.”

“Fuck you for being a dick.” You counter, but he’s gripping your breasts in his huge hands, squeezing them, sucking on your nipples, your hands enwrap in his pastel locks as he looks up at you, saliva strings dripping from your breasts. “Fuck that… feels s’good…”

“Fuck your sexy little moans, too.” You can’t be mad, not when he’s got your skirt off you, not when he’s ripping your panties to shreds, not when he eyes your pussy hungrily, shaking his head as he nips your inner thigh. “And fuck if you don’t have the most perfect pussy, what the…”

“Kuna, you’re c-crazy.” You whisper, he laughs then, breath tickling your cunt as he parts your plump lips, inhaling you like some psycho, burying his face. “Kuna!”

“Shut up, brat. Gonna ruin you for anyone.” He’s talking to your pussy it seems now, strong fingers pressing your thighs apart as he swipes a stripe up between your lips, licking you all the way from your hole to your clit, the sensation has your hips jerking, which he pins in place. “Ah- ah brat, stay still.”

“S’too much… I… oh my god.” Sukuna is devouring your pussy, there’s no other term for it, the way he laps at your pussy with his stupidly long tongue, his eyes bright red when they look at you, when he flicks it to your clit. You’re soaking him, hands pulling at his hair, earning his groan against you. “Wh-what… you’re… I…”

“Shut up, brat, I want to hear you cum, not run your mouth.” You should be offended, but you can’t be, not when he’s fucking your velvety walls with his tongue now, pinching your clit with two of his fingers, the stimulation far too much, you feel it, the pressure building in your core, spreading.

“Kuna!” You’re screaming that nickname, he doesn’t care in fact he loves hearing it, loves your pussy drooling around his tongue, he feels your walls tighten around his wet muscle then, looking up at your face, mouth open wide in an O, eyes rolled back, your hands yanking his hair out, and he knows you’re cumming for him.

He’s grinding his cock on the mattress, aching to be inside you, but he also wants to make you beg for it, wants to make you pathetic for him, only him. You’re cumming so blinding, stars bursting everywhere behind your eyelids, your body convulsing as you’re gushing all over his handsome face. You feel his grin against you when he pulls back his tongue, slipping two fingers inside.

“Hear how slutty she is, huh? So slutty thought you were a good girl.” He huffs, you’re reeling from cumming so hard when he quickly finds your g spot, as if he knew your body forever. “Can’t talk? Pathetic.”

“F-fuck… you I… it’s too much!” You whine, he’s scissoring those two fingers in and out of your now soppy little hole, you do hear it, the wetness so fucking loud, he’s licking your clit now, sucking it into his mouth, you’re pushing over the edge again. “Both!? I c-can’t!”

“Mmm, you can, cum again, pretty slut. Lemme drink it.” You’re trying to close your thighs, but he forces them open, smacking at one, shaking his head. “Again, y’can do it.”

“S’too much…” You’re whining over and over, it is so much pleasure you have trouble comprehending a thought, when he crooks his fingers in your gooey walls, and sucks your clit again, you’re shattering.

“Mmm, there you go, you can do it can’t ya?” He’s cooing to you, smirk on his features, that are coated in your slick.

“Please!” You’re yanking him up, he chuckles a bit, letting you, hovering over you with his strong arms, as he wipes your chin with one hand.

“You’re fucking drooling, god, fucked out already? Can you handle me?” He raises a brow, you want to retort, but you are fucked out, you came more than you ever have, now you’re opening your mouth and closing it. “Can’t talk, stupid brat?”

“F-fuck off… ass…” You manage, earning him more hard for you, kissing you deeply, you taste yourself then, but even more when he shoves his fingers in your pussy, scooping out more arousal, shoving them in your mouth.

“Suck them like a good girl, there ya fuckin go, pretty little slut.” You’re in tears from overstimulation as you suck him eagerly. “So ya can follow directions, ha… didn’t know that mouth could shut.”

“Shut it.” You whisper, pulling back with a pop, he falters at your seductive words, shaking his head.

“You sucked dick?”

“N-no.” You admit, he sighs then.

“Look, maybe not the first time.”

“Sukuna, are you being caring?” You tease, his brows lower, lips pressing in a firm line.

“No! Just… you need a lot of workup and… will you stop smiling like that!? Stop looking at me that way.”

“Like what?” You tease, hands unbuttoning him shakily, he pulls back then, taking a breath as he looks down at your pretty body, and you reveal more of his chiseled frame.

“Like… that. Like you’re…”

“In love with you?” His jaw tenses again.

“Shut it, now.”

“I am, stupid ass. Don’t know why.” You sit up when he stands, eagerly unbuttoning his pants, his heart races like he’s the virgin, brain short circuiting when you slip them down, his boxers following.

“I… you… shouldn’t…” He doesn’t remember what he was saying, you’re too sexy, too pretty, your words he’s never thought he’d hear. “You don’t love me. Don’t say it.”

“I do, and I will say it.”

“Then why did you ask for… casual!?”

You’re blushing when his cock is revealed, and it’s massive, thick and heavy, his reddened tip drooling precum. It’s so big you can’t understand how it would fit, your hand barely circles the girth, looking so tiny against him, he’s ridiculously big. You nervously look up, seeing his eyes dilated, his lashes lowered, Sukuna’s hands come to enwrap in your loose hair, gripping it.

“Answer me, brat. Now.”

“Because if that’s how you want to, I’ll do it. I want you, I have wanted you.” He exhales, jerking when you lick his tip.

“I don’t want to be casual with you, okay!?” You smile, he rolls his eyes. “Don’t you dare smile like that. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna be all mushy and dumb.”

“I don’t want to be casual either.” He cups your face with his other hand, groaning when your hot mouth starts sucking him in, there’s too much of him, you barely get the tip and an inch or two, swirling your tongue, tasting the salty precum, his musky scent filling your nostrils.

“F-fuck…” Sukuna’s stuttering, you swear you hear him whine, but you wonder if it’s a trick of your ears, his hand on your face shaky when he starts thrusting his cock in your mouth, eyes locked on yours. “Stupidly pretty brat.”

He might as well say ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ because your body reacts, already having had so much pleasure you’re wet again, when he yanks you more on his cock, shoving it deeper. You’re breathing through your nose as he fucks your throat, as he’s gasping and moaning out your name, you finally think you have a rhythm when he pulls you off.

“Was it okay?” You ask nervously, he shoves you on your back, between your thighs in an instant then, you gasp for breath.

“Okay? Sucked it like some pro. You lyin’ t’me?” You giggle, shaking your head and catching his gaze.

“Watch porn though.”

“Porn ain’t shit to what I’m gonna do.” You’re crying out as his tip leaks precum along your clit, biting your lip when he’s pressing into your tight ring of muscles, your nails dig into his back, feeling the taut skin. “If we do this, you’re never fucking anyone, never. Fuckin got me brat?”

You blink a bit, as his tip presses in, stretching your skin. “You love me too, don’t you Kuna?” You tease, he scoffs, but then nods just a bit, and kisses you, pressing past your barrier, you gasp at it, at the pain, being stretched by him. “Ow! Shit!”

“Shit… y-you’re too tight… loosen the fuck up, brat.” You glare up at him, throbbing from the pain now, he’s barely holding on.

“I can’t. Y-you’re an idiot!”

“Running your mouth?”

“You’re too big!”

“Fuck…” He eases back, leaning up on an elbow, hand slipping down and rolling on your clit. “Relax, annoying ass. Even your pussy is stubborn.”

“You’re… so… ah!” His circles are rough, calloused thumb pressing on your little engorged clit, when he sinks in again.

“Relax, now.” His husky voice gives you that order, you do so then, exhaling and looking into his eyes, that are so dark they look black, you nod weakly. “You… are you alright?”

“You care, aw.” You can’t help it, you’re grinning all fucked up.

He glares again, this time thrusting deep, you scream out at it, he moans, biting your neck again, big hand gripping your thigh and lifting it higher. “Fucking feel her, gripping me my god. She’s mine, huh?”

“Y-yours, Kuna.” Your little whimper destroys him, your cunt pulsing around him, stretching and getting wetter to accommodate, and he begins actually fucking you then, you’re so wet, hot and tight he can’t stand how good it feels, he’s already dreaming of breeding this little cunt as you convulse under him.

“F-fucking love it, slutty little pussy.” His words along with his tip dragging against that spot in your walls send you reeling, you hear it now the skin smacking, his balls slapping your ass, wetness squelching when he pulls back, gripping your hips with a wicked grin. “Look, fucking your guts up, huh?”

He forces your chin to look down at the ridiculous bulge in your tummy, you gasp at it, clinging to his sheets now, so full when he sinks more of his cock in you, so much you don’t think he’ll fit fully, he’s already slamming your cervix. His hands slip up your hips, yanking you down further, you scream out at how good it feels.

“Ruin you, no one… n-no one’s gonna do this, yeah?” He leans over just a bit, fucking you harder, thrusts so rough your tits jiggle, your body moves. “Use you as my little fuck toy, pretty toy, so fucked out and stupid.”

“Ngh!” You are stupid, your eyes are rolling back, you’re drooling, incapable of doing anything but pulsing on his cock now, of desperately clinging to him.

“S-say it, brat.” He’s shoved his cock so deep, your cunt is dripping down his veiny length, you’re whimpering desperately, nodding. “That’s it, cum f’me, lemme feel her clamp down. F-fuck, there she is…”

Now Sukuna is full of nonsense, you’re both mumbling as he does ruin you for anyone, as you ruin him for anyone, he’s kissing you sloppy, his tattooed hand wraps your throat. He squeezes just so, you’re fading as he rails your cunt, muttering filthy, nasty words, you were a virgin, but he sure the fuck wasn’t taking it easy.

Well, you didn’t think he was, Sukuna actually is taking it easy.

He’ll wait before he goes where he wants to, but you so eagerly open your mouth for his spit, desperately cumming all over his cock then. “Made f’me, pussy she’s m-mine, hmm?”

You’re getting choked, swallowing spit, and this asshole asks you a question? You manage a nod, as he slows finally, releasing your throat, hand slipping up your titty to pinch your nipple, hips rolling just so, jerking his cock against your bruised cervix. You’re a stupid mess under him, sputtering when he finally slows his rhythm, when he thickens impossibly in you.

“I’m never pulling out of you, on something?” He huffs, you blink in confusion as he grins. “Asked ya a question brat.”

“On… pill… mmm…” He moans now, exhaling.

“Good, hah-” He thrusts deep again, you’re fluttering around his length. “Wouldn’t pull out anyway. I’d knock you the fuck up, breed your slutty cunt.” You’re done for, when he starts spurting cum, crying out in your ear, taking over everything with his huge body on top of you, in you, around you. He’s cumming so much it’s ridiculous, coating your walls, filling your belly full. “Oh f-fuck… fuckin love you…”

You blink as you come to, as your cum and his are pushed out with each thrust, your thighs shaking, head buzzing from pleasure. He looks at you then, eyes desperate, biting his lower lip while you put it together. “You love me, Kuna?”

“Shut up.” You smile when he kisses you again, and well… you don’t just fuck once for your first time.

You’re fucking in the shower to ‘clean up’ and then he’s got you up on the counter, devouring your pussy again, seeing how many times you can cum, soon he’s got his game going, showing you the controls as you’re cockwarming him. You’re so sore no amount of ibuprofen will fix it, but you want more, you’re grinding on him as you wear his headset, getting shot hopelessly by the players.

That’s where Yuuji finds you all, your tits out, Sukuna half naked, big hands on your hips with his cock inside you, you gasp then, covering your tits with your hands, but Sukuna just laughs, kissing on your shoulders. Yuuji covers his face, turning away quickly in embarrassment.

“K-kuna… s-stop…” You whisper, but Yuuji waves at you all, covering his eyes with a smile.

“You’re getting along!”

“Um… yeah.” You manage, and Sukuna’s laughing so hard it’s annoying, he doesn’t pay attention to your glare.

“Cool… um… bye.” He hides in his room, you try to get up, but Sukuna has you pinned down, tilting your head and kissing you.

“You’re insane, Sukuna.”

“You love that shit.”

“Shush. Show me the… g-game…”

The teammates are very curious why Sukuna started sucking at Call of Duty that day, but he has his new very annoying girlfriend to blame, she’s just squeezing his cock too good.

A/N I really have been feeling some Sukuna latelyyy, I hope ya'll enjoyed the smut aha!! <3

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A jam-packed mission memo leaves you short on sightseeing time in gorgeous Santorini. You're heartbroken about missing out on the views, but your husband Leon is perfectly content with the one he's got. You just need a little convincing.

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You lean out over the hotel room balcony; huff under your breath, “Absolutely criminal.”

A postcard scene stretches out in front of you. Santorini is blue: cerulean skies, seagulls wheeling above your head, sapphire-capped buildings painted snow-white in the distance begging to be photographed and framed on your work desk. Bath and Body Works doesn’t hold a candle to the salt air you’re breathing in, but the catch – there’s always a catch when working with the Feds – is that you don’t have a moment to spare admiring the scenery.

The rattle of suitcase wheels over tile tells you your husband’s back from the hotel lobby. Heartbreaking, isn’t it, that you’re here on mission and not honeymoon?

“Beautiful,” a low voice murmurs behind you.

“Isn’t it?” you pout, bending over the handrail. You’d even dressed for the occasion to ease your heartache. Splurged on a teeny sundress and swapped out of your sweatpants as soon as Leon let you loose in the airport.

You hear him exhale a whoosh of air. Disappointment, you’d bet, cause that’s all you’ve been feeling since getting handed a jam-packed mission memo upon touchdown. “I know, I hate missing out on the sightseeing too,” you add, griping.

“That’s not what I'm talking about. Oh,” Leon sighs deep, dreamily, “just stand there and let me look at you, sweetheart.” 

So that’s what he meant. You bite back a smile when a large pair of hands magnetically find their way to your hips. The DSO figured they accounted for diversions interfering with the mission, sending you with him as support, but you’re well aware that Agent Kennedy doesn’t get distracted by pretty views. 

All except one.

“You look beautiful,” Leon whispers, dropping a kiss on the ticklish spot under your ear.

He’s doing it on purpose. You burst into a fit of giggles, willfully distracted from Leon’s hand slipping under the short hem of your dress that doesn’t stand a chance against wandering fingers. His other arm wraps under your ribs, presses your back to the solid warmth of his chest, and against your better judgment, you let yourself fall into his embrace.

It’s a recipe for no good. Your hand reaches back and finds his cheek by memory. The situation gets ten times worse when Leon smiles against your fingertips and a soft, entreating kiss gets planted onto your palm within seconds. 

So as usual, you have to play bad cop. “Leon.” 

“Baby.”

“We only have one hour before we have to go down to the lobby.” Uh oh. You’re melting into the lullaby sway of his arms. 

“We do,” he hums, trailing lazy kisses down your neck. 

“None of the equipment’s unpacked and it’ll be a bad look if we keep the Greek agents waiting. They get here at five sharp, remember?”

“Mm.”

“Leon,” you laugh. It’s like arguing with a wall.

“It’ll take me five minutes to change, five more to get the go bag ready,” he reasons, digging his chin into your shoulder. The sneaky hand under your dress finds the warmth of your inner thigh; gentle squeezes of its plush plead the other half of his case. 

You’re left to do the math in your head. Bad sign. Addition turns into multivariable calculus when Leon starts plucking at the barely-there gusset of your G-string. 

Snap. Snap?

Screw you, sundress-appropriate underwear. 

“I’ll be generous,” he declares. “I’ll give you ten whole minutes to get ready when I’ve seen you get ready in two.”

Ten and ten, that’s twenty. Leaves an awful, admittedly delightful lot of time to yourselves in an Uncle Sam-paid suite.

“So what’re you gonna do with all that time, baby?” you tease. You clench your thighs together to trap your husband’s meddling fingers, make him say it with his chest.   

Snap! 

And Leon finally cracks with a groan of your name. 

“You know how hard it is to watch you prance about in this-” he grumbles, yanks the hem of your sundress with his free hand, “barely a dress, knowing we won’t have a moment’s peace until we’re on the plane back home? I’ve been dying for a minute alone with my wife, and now…”

In a whirlwind of blue with a twist of his arm, you spin from facing the ocean view to a pair of baby blues bubbling with desire. 

“I’ve got forty of them,” he grins.

You know that smile. You remember it from your wedding night, the same wild look in his eyes when he undid the bodice on your bridal gown and turned you around just like this. And you see it when you cup his face, just the same as then, your heart thudding pit-a-pat as if it hadn’t learned how to handle itself around Leon by now. 

The two fingers he’s tracing along your slowly soaking folds, however, is new. 

You know better. Don’t you?

He cajoles you as the thrumming between your legs starts to flicker hot. “Come on, doll. Miss Practicality,” Leon teases. “It’d be putting our best foot forward if we clear some jet lag before meeting the on-site team, wouldn’t it?”

You’re breathless, hips pushing up to invite the heel of his palm underneath. 

“Clock’s ticking, Mrs. Kennedy.” God, it’s delicious when he says it like that. “We’re at thirty-eight now.”

Already? 

“Time flies when you’re having fun. Enjoying ourselves, aren’t we?” 

You look down to discover your dress magically rucked up to your waist. Leon’s damn near pressed against the balcony wall to keep himself on his feet with how unabashedly you’re grinding against his hand. Goodness. 

So it’s no surprise when you eventually muster the guts to admit mutiny to the mission memo. It’ll just suck to be on paperwork duty when you get back. Does it still count as coercion if it’s not him but your cunt begging you to give in? 

“Make it quick,” you gasp.

Leon’s resultant beam could outshine the sun. 

His hand pulls away from between your legs with a delicate thread of arousal trailing after it; it glitters in the Aegean sunshine. He gives himself a moment’s indulgence to admire it with a Cheshire cat grin lighting up his face, but in true Leon fashion, he keeps his word. You’re hoisted into his arms and whisked back inside the hotel room, squealing with delight when you fall backwards onto the four-poster bed. 

Leon locks his lips onto yours like he’s starved of air. You’re willing to believe he actually is with the fervor he shimmies the offending sundress down your hips. “Breaking my heart, angel, acting like I’ve never made you come in a tenth of the time we’ve got,” he chuckles between kisses littered down your stomach. “But I can’t even get mad at you.”

He never can. Not even when you nearly cut off his breathing, clamping your thighs around his head when he drops to his knees. It’s why he passed his hypoxic training with flying colors. What other reason would Leon have if not to suck at the ambrosia under the pearl of your clit?    

And the noises he makes. Obscene in every sense of the word. “Can’t believe I get to call you mine. Taste so fucking sweet, how the hell…” 

You’re sugar on his tongue, Turkish delight. You melt, feel blood flush your face when you soon hear him throw his belt aside, shiver at the shlick-shlick of Leon starting to palm himself from between your legs while the flat of his tongue laves at your cunt. 

He takes his time with his favorite part, lingering below the tender nub that makes you sigh so sweetly. Bumps your clit with his nose to make you squeak, his throat rumbling with mirth that travels up your spine. It’s only at your mewl of a request that Leon gives you his left hand to hold. Whatever his baby needs. 

You’re still clutching his hand when you cry out, cresting your first wave of syrupy pleasure. 

“So pretty when you come,” Leon coos. “Just like that. There you go.” 

He peels your sticky thighs apart to marvel at the gossamer mess you’ve made for him. He could go for ages like this, tucked between your legs. Too bad the clock doesn’t play nice and Leon’s mean, mean, lungs make him come up for air eventually. He surfaces with glossed lips and a punch-drunk smile to match your blissed-out one. 

Under fluttering lashes, you watch him run his tongue over his lips. Savoring you still. So, so close to sinking his teeth into you and your hips buck for him to hurry up – a piece of information that you’re aghast escapes him.  

A hungry whine bursts past your lips and Leon only glances at the watch on the nightstand, surging up to peck your cheek innocently. “We’re still good on time.”

Damn his stupid watch. You’ve caught whatever feverish haze Leon was under a while ago, hell, you think you helped him build up a resistance. 

It aches. You ache. “You know what I mean, Leon, please.”  

“Do I?” 

Leon distracts you with a heady kiss as you gasp at a new sensation: his middle and ring fingers squeezing past the flutter of your cunt. The frigid kiss of his wedding band in your warmth jolts you awake. 

He does.

He’s all bark and no bite. “So impatient. Still so tight and you’re begging me already?” Leon hisses softly. 

“I want-” Thick fingers curl up inside you, choke the words in your throat. Squelch on their way out.

“Say that again?” 

It happens so fast you can barely breathe. 

“Fuck!” you cry out. 

Leon laughs when he sinks in. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You sounded cute.”

It’s your fault for being so easy to please after he worked you open, but you can’t help it. You’re being crass. Fuck it. The immediate stretch of Leon’s dick is fucking delicious when he slides into your pussy just right. So full when he’s slow to pull back out, so gentle when he makes it good for you after jumping through those hoops. 

You’re giddy off his cock, breathless when he grabs you in by the hips. He mashes a quick kiss on your forehead like he’s too shy to look you in the eyes, all while he’s got his hand pressed over the slight swell of your lower stomach, fucking feeling himself go in and out. Even helps you fit the head of his cock back in when he gets too excited and slips out of you. The contradiction makes your head spin. 

He fucks you into the bed, hanging onto every pleased hum that leaves your pretty little mouth. Groans, “Yeah, baby? That feel good?” 

“Mhm!” You’re not exactly subtle about your pleasure. It’s what Leon loves about you.

“Right there?”

“Oooh my god!”

The needy pitch of your squeal sets something off in him. Abandoning your hips, he throws your legs up on his shoulders to reach that much deeper inside. Pussy tight as sin, gorgeous heat wrapping him in molten velvet – you’ve got him in a chokehold. 

“Couldn’t keep my hands off you after that stunt with the dress,” Leon growls, whispers filth to hear you whimper. “So fucking perfect. Girl of my dreams. Taking me so well even though I’ve got you crying on my cock.”

Shit, you are. 

He’s watchful to a fault. Leon brushes stray tears off your cheek with a rough thumb, looks for any dissent on your face while you nod as desperately as you can. “Good girl.”

Oh. You’ve got something to say about that. 

When his hips start stuttering, you find your opening and lock your ankles behind his waist. It’s exhilarating watching Leon’s eyes fly open behind his damp copper bangs. 

“You sure?” he rasps, poorly veiling his pleasant surprise.  

It’s your turn to laugh: his speed picks up the moment you tell him yes. But you can’t let him get comfortable yet. Mid-thrust, you spin your finger in a quick air circle. Switch. 

He raises a brow, but he’s quick to comply. Not without a pained grunt, though. You caught him hanging by a thread.

Top goes down; the sticky, sinful sound of Leon momentarily pulling out of you echoes in the suite as he flips onto his back. You crawl up to his lap and let him handle your hips onto his painfully hard length as a courtesy. 

Leon’s always had trouble keeping his mouth shut around your cunt. “Pussy’s all swollen from me,” he breathes in awe, slack jawed. Can’t help groaning at the mess when he carefully thumbs your folds apart to pop the head of his cock back in, and you let out a honeyed moan, back where you belong. “So cute.”

Down, down, there. You take him to the hilt and Leon chokes on his spit. 

Everything fades into a Gaussian blur, dreamy all over when you plant your hands on his bare thighs. You’re rocking up and down in seconds after adjusting yourself with a soft hiss. 

Leon’s hands come up to cup your ass. His eyes nearly cross, mumbling, “Goddamn.” 

You bite back a giggle, still on the edge of consciousness yourself. 

He’s fighting to keep eyes on you, but he can’t help how his head throws back at heaven gliding up and down on his lap. Kisses descend in flocks down your breasts once Leon gets his wits about him, and then it’s back to a fervid pace. Racing towards the finish line while sweat drips down your back and your thighs burn almost as divinely as the drag of Leon along your walls.

And he’s no pillow princess. Leon’s hips jump up, urgently joining the dizzying up-down of your rhythm. 

“Gorgeous, so- fuck! Could watch you fuck yourself on my cock for hours,” he grunts behind clenched teeth. 

Gorgeous, yes, you. You with dewy eyes and a lurching tautness in the pit of your stomach. You’re so fucking close to plummeting. 

Babbling broken syllables, your hand flies up to grab the short hairs at the back of his neck. You know Leon. Not a soul on the planet but you can ever get this close. Your frantic tugs pull strained whines from his throat; jerk his hips as if he’s bringing down heaven himself. He might as well be.   

“Leon, I’m gonn-”

“If you don’t ease up, I’ll come,” he gasps. “Can’t last. Won’t.”

You’re helpless in that regard. It’s déjà vu when you anchor your knees to the mattress. Finality clicks in Leon’s brain and he grabs the back of your head, crashing onto your mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue because he knows you too. He’d felt you flutter before you did. 

You shatter into his mouth. 

The velvet clench of your cunt proves lethal. Leon’s tumbling right after you, swallowing your every cry, body going rigid as a flashbang of euphoria courses through him. Unbridled pleasure passes through your spasming walls and injects into his veins. 

Leon’s spend starts to pour into you; you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun. It’s messy, running down your thighs in minute rivulets. Warms you from the inside out as your thighs finally falter and you crumple into his waiting arms, feeling lighter than spun sugar. 

“Holy shit,” you laugh incredulously, running a hand through your sweaty hair.

Leon can only shake his head for the first few seconds, blinking in a pleasure-drunk stupor. He has the most solemn expression on his face when he tells you, “I saw the light. Swear on my life.”

“Is that right?” You wipe the perspiration off his forehead, smiling.

He nods, breaking into a grin only when you squint at him. “Okay, maybe it was just the bathroom light. Still, that was incredible. You nearly sucked the life out of me, sweetheart.”   

You shrug modestly. “Maybe I just wanted payback.”

“For?”

“Teasing me all the damn time, using up my expensive shampoo,” you count off on your fingers, holding up an exaggerated middle finger for the third, most egregious offense, “and not telling me we wouldn’t have time to sightsee in Santorini!”

“I’d argue you’re the better view, doll.”

“Oh, come on! People pay hundreds to come here and I want one good photo. Just one for my work desk, promise me that.” 

Your husband chuckles. “I’ll take you to Santorini ten times over after this mission’s done. We’ll make a vacation out of it. Maybe even a family one.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Bet we’d make pretty babies together.” 

He kisses the top of your head, soft and sweet. Nothing could burst your cocoon of bliss now. 

Nothing except the incessant beeping that starts emanating from both your comm pieces plugged into the wall. Almost as if on cue. The realization shocks your back ramrod straight. 

“Leon,” you murmur, “what time is it?”

He scrambles to grab his watch from the nightstand. “It’s…oh, shit.”

“The time, please?” 

Your voice is reedy, scarily calm, and Leon swallows before answering, “4:50.” 

“You wanna test your theory about getting ready in five minutes?”

(The two of you meet the on-site team twenty minutes late. The excuse Leon gives them, while toeing the back of your shoe, is that he got sidetracked admiring the view.) 

((You’re totally making him do the paperwork when you get back.))

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