All the while, I'll await my armored fate with a smile
Still wanna try, still believe in (good days), good days, always
Always inside. Good day living in my mind. ♡
if the solution was to be on Nanami’s face. 18+, MDNI.
The argument has been going on for hours. Since 6 PM exactly. It’s almost midnight now, and the tension in the apartment is so heavy it’s suffocating.
You’ve fought about everything and nothing: his work that makes him distant, the risks you take on missions, his exasperating calm when you get angry… Everything finally exploded.
You’re standing in the middle of the bedroom, cheeks burning with anger. Nanami is leaning against the edge of the bed, legs slightly spread, one hand running through his blond hair as he pushes it back in a slow gesture. His shirt is half-open, his tie long abandoned on the armchair. The dim light makes his lightly tanned skin glow.
“Can you just shut up?!” you yell, your voice hoarse from hours of shouting. Nanami looks at you for a long moment. His brown eyes are calm, but a dark flame burns in them. A slight arrogant smile slowly stretches his lips.
“You want me to shut up?” he repeats in a low, husky, almost dangerous voice. He tilts his head slightly, staring at you with that intensity that always makes you weak. “Then come sit on my face. I’ll shut up nicely.”
Silence falls instantly. You freeze, eyes wide. Nanami doesn’t move, still leaning against the bed, one hand in his hair, the other resting on his muscular thigh.
His gaze slowly slides over your body: your breasts rising quickly under your thin tank top, your ass perfectly hugged by your shorts, your thighs he adores.
“Kento…” you murmur, torn between the anger still boiling inside you and the arousal already rising between your legs.
“Come here,” he says more softly, almost a calm, irresistible command. “You’ve spent the whole evening yelling. Let me silence with my tongue.”
You hesitate for a second, heart pounding, then step closer. Nanami grabs your hips firmly and pulls you toward him. He lies fully back on the bed and guides you until you’re positioned over his face.
“Sit,” he murmurs against the inside of your thigh, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. “Don’t hold back.”
You lower yourself slowly. Your already soaked pussy first brushes his lips. Nanami groans in satisfaction and grips your ass with both hands, pulling you down completely onto his mouth.
From the first contact, his tongue is merciless. Wide, hot, and flat, he licks your entire slit in one long, slow stroke, then becomes sharp and insistent, swirling rapidly around your swollen, hypersensitive clit before plunging deep inside you, exploring your inner walls.
You moan loudly, hands gripping the headboard “Oh fuck… Kento…” Nanami doesn’t speak anymore.
He devours you like a starving man after hours of frustration. His tongue dives deep into you, pulls out, swirls around your swollen clit, sucks, explores every fold. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations sending electric shocks through your whole body.
You start moving instinctively, grinding your soaked pussy on his face, your hips rolling harder and harder as his nose presses deliciously against your clit.
“Yes… just like that…” he murmurs between licks, his voice muffled. “Use my mouth. Soak my face.”
You moan louder, almost ashamed of how much pleasure you’re taking after such a violent fight. But Nanami gives you no mercy. He spreads your ass with his large, powerful hands and pushes his tongue even deeper, literally fucking you with it.
“Kento… I… I’m gonna… ugh mhh—”
“Do it,” he growls against you. “Cum on my tongue. I want all of it.”
You explode violently moments later. A brutal orgasm crashes through you, your thighs clamping around his head like a vice as a long, high-pitched cry escapes your throat. A powerful clear jet bursts out of you in intense successive waves.
You squirt abundantly, soaking his face, his chin, and a large part of the sheets under your ass. The pleasure is so strong your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and your body shakes with uncontrollable spasms for long seconds, wave after wave.
When the final tremors finally subside, you collapse on your side, panting and trembling. You look down and see the mess: the sheets are completely soaked beneath you. An intense wave of embarrassment washes over you immediately.
“Oh no… I soaked the sheets…” you murmur, red with shame, hiding your face in your hands.
But when you peek through your fingers, you see Nanami. His face is glistening with your juices. He looks… satisfied. Almost proud. His eyes shine with a possessive and admiring glint. You can’t help but burst out laughing despite your embarrassment.
Nanami lifts his head and laughs softly with you, a warm, rare laugh that vibrates through his chest. He slowly crawls back over you, towering over you with his imposing, athletic body. He kisses you tenderly, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.
“You’re so beautiful when you squirt like that,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be embarrassed. I personally loved every second.”
He pulls back slightly to look at you better. In one smooth motion, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off, revealing his perfectly sculpted, muscular torso glistening with your squirt.
Your gaze drifts lower… and you immediately notice the massive bulge straining violently against his pants. His cock is visibly rock hard. A large wet patch spreads across the front of his gray pants, betraying just how much your orgasm and squirt excited him.
You bite your lip, both embarrassed and terribly turned on by the sight. Nanami follows your gaze and smiles, a little embarrassed himself, but mostly proud and full of desire.
“See what you do to me?” he says, slowly running a hand over his cock through the fabric. “I’m completely soaked because of you.”
He places a knee on the bed and leans over you again, his gaze burning. “And I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
if the solution was to be on Nanami’s face. 18+, MDNI.
The argument has been going on for hours. Since 6 PM exactly. It’s almost midnight now, and the tension in the apartment is so heavy it’s suffocating.
You’ve fought about everything and nothing: his work that makes him distant, the risks you take on missions, his exasperating calm when you get angry… Everything finally exploded.
You’re standing in the middle of the bedroom, cheeks burning with anger. Nanami is leaning against the edge of the bed, legs slightly spread, one hand running through his blond hair as he pushes it back in a slow gesture. His shirt is half-open, his tie long abandoned on the armchair. The dim light makes his lightly tanned skin glow.
“Can you just shut up?!” you yell, your voice hoarse from hours of shouting. Nanami looks at you for a long moment. His brown eyes are calm, but a dark flame burns in them. A slight arrogant smile slowly stretches his lips.
“You want me to shut up?” he repeats in a low, husky, almost dangerous voice. He tilts his head slightly, staring at you with that intensity that always makes you weak. “Then come sit on my face. I’ll shut up nicely.”
Silence falls instantly. You freeze, eyes wide. Nanami doesn’t move, still leaning against the bed, one hand in his hair, the other resting on his muscular thigh.
His gaze slowly slides over your body: your breasts rising quickly under your thin tank top, your ass perfectly hugged by your shorts, your thighs he adores.
“Kento…” you murmur, torn between the anger still boiling inside you and the arousal already rising between your legs.
“Come here,” he says more softly, almost a calm, irresistible command. “You’ve spent the whole evening yelling. Let me silence with my tongue.”
You hesitate for a second, heart pounding, then step closer. Nanami grabs your hips firmly and pulls you toward him. He lies fully back on the bed and guides you until you’re positioned over his face.
“Sit,” he murmurs against the inside of your thigh, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. “Don’t hold back.”
You lower yourself slowly. Your already soaked pussy first brushes his lips. Nanami groans in satisfaction and grips your ass with both hands, pulling you down completely onto his mouth.
From the first contact, his tongue is merciless. Wide, hot, and flat, he licks your entire slit in one long, slow stroke, then becomes sharp and insistent, swirling rapidly around your swollen, hypersensitive clit before plunging deep inside you, exploring your inner walls.
You moan loudly, hands gripping the headboard “Oh fuck… Kento…” Nanami doesn’t speak anymore.
He devours you like a starving man after hours of frustration. His tongue dives deep into you, pulls out, swirls around your swollen clit, sucks, explores every fold. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations sending electric shocks through your whole body.
You start moving instinctively, grinding your soaked pussy on his face, your hips rolling harder and harder as his nose presses deliciously against your clit.
“Yes… just like that…” he murmurs between licks, his voice muffled. “Use my mouth. Soak my face.”
You moan louder, almost ashamed of how much pleasure you’re taking after such a violent fight. But Nanami gives you no mercy. He spreads your ass with his large, powerful hands and pushes his tongue even deeper, literally fucking you with it.
“Kento… I… I’m gonna… ugh mhh—”
“Do it,” he growls against you. “Cum on my tongue. I want all of it.”
You explode violently moments later. A brutal orgasm crashes through you, your thighs clamping around his head like a vice as a long, high-pitched cry escapes your throat. A powerful clear jet bursts out of you in intense successive waves.
You squirt abundantly, soaking his face, his chin, and a large part of the sheets under your ass. The pleasure is so strong your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and your body shakes with uncontrollable spasms for long seconds, wave after wave.
When the final tremors finally subside, you collapse on your side, panting and trembling. You look down and see the mess: the sheets are completely soaked beneath you. An intense wave of embarrassment washes over you immediately.
“Oh no… I soaked the sheets…” you murmur, red with shame, hiding your face in your hands.
But when you peek through your fingers, you see Nanami. His face is glistening with your juices. He looks… satisfied. Almost proud. His eyes shine with a possessive and admiring glint. You can’t help but burst out laughing despite your embarrassment.
Nanami lifts his head and laughs softly with you, a warm, rare laugh that vibrates through his chest. He slowly crawls back over you, towering over you with his imposing, athletic body. He kisses you tenderly, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.
“You’re so beautiful when you squirt like that,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be embarrassed. I personally loved every second.”
He pulls back slightly to look at you better. In one smooth motion, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off, revealing his perfectly sculpted, muscular torso glistening with your squirt.
Your gaze drifts lower… and you immediately notice the massive bulge straining violently against his pants. His cock is visibly rock hard. A large wet patch spreads across the front of his gray pants, betraying just how much your orgasm and squirt excited him.
You bite your lip, both embarrassed and terribly turned on by the sight. Nanami follows your gaze and smiles, a little embarrassed himself, but mostly proud and full of desire.
“See what you do to me?” he says, slowly running a hand over his cock through the fabric. “I’m completely soaked because of you.”
He places a knee on the bed and leans over you again, his gaze burning. “And I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
blood and sex. king! Sukuna x concubine! fem! reader
synopsis: Sukuna, the king of plagues, returns seriously injured from a battle and is being treated by his favorite concubine but he want fuck you.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), some fluff, nipple playing, riding, cowgirl, missionary, belly tummy, breeding, multiple orgasms in a row, overstimulation, masturbation, eating pussy, cervix kissing, blood, sukuna in his true form and has two big dicks
a/n: thanks @twinklingstarinthesky for the request 🤭💕 And tysmmm for 4.8k followers!!💗
words: 6829.
The night has already fallen when the large doors of the palace open with a deafening crash. Sukuna, in his true form, advances with heavy and unsteady steps down the main corridor.
Dark blood flows abundantly from several deep wounds: a large gash crosses his right shoulder to the middle of his chest and another wound on his left flank. His four arms hang heavily, two of them weakly pressing against his wounds to contain the bleeding.
His four red eyes glow faintly, his lips are clenched, slightly parted on a silent groan of pain.
“My Lord! Let us treat you!” exclaims a healer running forward, hands trembling. “We have herbs and bandages, we can—”
A low, threatening growl escapes Sukuna’s throat. One of his upper arms sweeps the air with force, pushing everyone back.
“Don’t touch me, vermin.” His voice is hoarse, breathless, but still full of authority. “Where is she? Bring me Y/N. Right now.”
The servants bow deeply and step aside without arguing. A few moments later, you arrive running, your heart tight with anguish. As soon as he sees you, Sukuna lets out a hoarse sigh and continues toward his private chambers.
He collapses heavily onto the raised platform, his back against the thick cushions. His massive body trembles slightly from the effort. The blood continues to flow slowly along his tattoos, staining the silk sheets.
You rush to his side without waiting, already carrying clean cloths and supplies the healers gave you. Your hands tremble as you begin to clean the deep gash on his shoulder and chest.
The wound is irregular, the edges burned by enemy magic, and you see the flesh regenerating slowly, too slowly for your liking. The wound on his flank is bleeding even more, the mouth on his stomach clenched in pain every time you touch it.
“Sukuna…” you murmur, your voice tight.
He places one of his upper hands on the back of your neck, warm and heavy despite his weakness, and pulls you against him. Your face nestles against his chest. The smell of his blood envelops you.
“Stop shaking,” he growls softly, his voice tired. “It’s nothing… those insects couldn’t do anything more.”
“You’re still bleeding a lot,” you reply, throat tight. “I thought… when the servants came rushing to get me, I thought this time…”
A heavy silence settles. His four arms slowly surround you, pressing you possessively against his injured body. His four eyes stare at you with a weakened but burning intensity.
“I can’t die,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice low and hoarse. “Not as long as my pretty concubine is waiting for me here…”
One of his hands slides under your chin, gently lifting your face, and he kisses you. His lips are warm, pressing despite the pain, almost desperate. The kiss is slow, deep, loaded with everything he doesn’t say out loud.
You feel the mouth on his stomach part slightly against your belly, letting out a burning breath, while his arms hold you tighter against him.
You eventually place your hands on his chest and gently push him back, just enough to break the kiss. Your breath is short, your eyes shining with worry and determination.
“Let me treat you first,” you say firmly, your voice more assured than you really are. “You’re still losing a lot of blood. I can’t… I don’t want to lose you because of your pride.”
Sukuna stares at you for a long moment with his four eyes. A low growl rolls in his throat, half-amused, half-annoyed. The mouth on his stomach lets out a small hoarse chuckle. Despite the obvious pain, a carnivorous smile slowly stretches his lips.
“You dare push me away, little thing?” he murmurs, his voice deep and hoarse. Yet his arms loosen slightly around you, giving you just enough space to move.
You take advantage of this opening to pick up the clean cloths again. Your fingers are still trembling a little as you apply the care to the large gash on his shoulder, then to the one on his flank. Sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you, his two lower arms remaining placed on your hips, wanting you close to him even in his weakness.
The flesh closes slowly, but the bleeding persists in places, staining your hands and the silk sheets. Sukuna remains still, his four arms placed around you, two of them absently caressing your back.
You feel his breathing become more regular, his strength returning little by little. His cursed regeneration does its work, even if the wounds remain impressive.
A few minutes pass in tense silence, broken only by the sound of the cloths and his hoarse breathing. You are focused on your task, carefully cleaning the deepest wound on his chest, when suddenly one of his upper hands slides over your waist, while another caresses your hip. His body now gives off a more vivid heat, a sign that he is recovering quickly.
“Enough,” he growls in a stronger, almost impatient voice. His four eyes shine with more intensity. “Come here. I want you now. You missed me on that battlefield, my favorite.”
You shake your head, refusing to let go of the cloth. “No. You’re still injured. Let me finish, Sukuna. It’s important.”
A low and dangerous laugh resonates in his chest. He grabs your hips with two of his arms, trying to pull you onto him despite your protests. The mouth on his stomach opens slightly, letting out a hot breath against your belly.
“Do you really think a few scratches will stop me?” he says, his voice harder this time, tinged with irritation from the persistent pain. “You’re just a concubine I tolerate by my side, nothing more. Stop playing healer and obey.”
The words hit you like a blade. Your heart clenches violently. You freeze, hands suspended above his wound. Your eyes mist over despite yourself. You know he is cruel by nature, but hearing him say it so coldly, after everything you do for him… it hurts.
Sukuna immediately notices the change on your face. His expression darkens. A heavy silence settles.
“…Wait,” he finally murmurs, his voice lower. He gently holds you back when you try to pull away. His four arms surround you with more care. “I shouldn’t have said that. The pain makes me… irritable. You’re not just a simple concubine. You are the only one I tolerate near me. The only one I can’t do without. Forgive me. Please? My pretty girl.”
You smile internally. Seeing Sukuna, the most feared king, begging you to forgive him is exceptional. You remain silent for a moment to make him believe it, then in a surge of frustration, you press the cloth firmly against his deepest wound on his flank. That’ll teach him. You press just enough to remind him of the pain but without aggravating the injury.
Sukuna startles slightly, a hoarse growl escaping his throat. Then, against all expectations, he bursts into a deep, sincere laugh that vibrates through his entire massive body. The mouth on his stomach laughs too, a strange and guttural sound.
“Ah… there’s my favorite with the strong character,” he says between two laughs, his eyes shining with amusement and a darker glint. “You dare wound the King of Curses? What audacity.”
Before you can react, his four arms move with surprising speed despite his injuries. After all, he remains the strongest. He suddenly pins you under him on the platform, his massive body completely towering over you.
His dark tattoos contrast with your skin, his four eyes staring at you with a mix of possessiveness, desire, and brutal tenderness.
You are trapped beneath him, his two upper arms holding your wrists above your head, while his lower arms slide over your hips and thighs, holding you firmly in place. His face is very close to yours, his hot breath against your lips.
“You are mine,” he murmurs in a hoarse voice. “And I am yours, whether you want it or not. Now… let me show you how much better I am thanks to you.”
Without giving you time to answer, Sukuna lowers his head and kisses you again. This time, the kiss is deeper, more voracious. His lips capture yours with obvious hunger, his tongue sliding against yours in a possessive movement that takes your breath away.
You feel the heat of his massive body weighing on you, his wounds still sensitive but ignored by his recovered strength. The mouth on his stomach parts against your abdomen, letting out a burning breath that passes through the thin fabric of your nightgown.
One of his upper hands remains on your wrists, while the other slowly descends along your arm, brushing your skin. His two lower arms, meanwhile, explore freely.
One slides under your dress, caressing your bare thigh, moving up gradually. The other hand settles directly on your chest, enveloping one of your breasts. His fingers gently pinch your nipple through the fabric, making it harden instantly.
You can’t hold back a muffled moan against his mouth. “Sukuna…”
That sound seems to encourage him. His kiss becomes more intense, leaving you little air, while his hand on your breast slowly kneads it, massaging with controlled strength.
Your body arches instinctively beneath him, seeking more contact despite the voice in your head still reminding you of his injuries.
“You’re already moaning so well for me,” he growls against your lips, his voice hoarse with desire. “My little favorite… is so sensitive because of me.”
His two lower arms continue their exploration. One of them moves up to your other breast, caressing it with the same avid attention. He presses, kneads, his thumbs circling your now hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure directly between your legs.
You moan louder, head slightly thrown back, eyes half-closed. Your breathing becomes irregular, interrupted by soft little cries each time he pinches a little harder.
Sukuna pulls slightly away from your mouth, just enough to observe your face flushed with pleasure. His four eyes shine with a satisfied and hungry glint. The mouth on his stomach slowly licks your skin through the fabric, wanting to taste every part of you.
In one fluid and impatient movement, he releases your wrists and easily tears the top of your dress, exposing your bare chest to the cool air of the room. An appreciative growl vibrates in his throat.
“Much better like this,” he murmurs.
His hands immediately return to your bare breasts. The feeling of his warm, rough skin against your sensitive flesh makes you moan louder.
He kneads them greedily, pressing them together, his thumbs and index fingers playing with your hardened nipples. Each caress sends jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Your hips move unconsciously against him, seeking relief.
“Sukuna… ugh more please.” Your moan is longer this time, almost pleading.
He lowers his head, capturing one of your breasts between his lips. His warm tongue circles the nipple, sucking it slowly before nibbling just enough to make you jump with pleasure.
Meanwhile, his hands continue to explore: one stays on your free breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slides lower, pulling on the rest of your dress to slide it down your hips. He throws the dress aside.
You are now almost completely naked beneath him, wearing only your panties. Sukuna raises his head, observing your exposed body with satisfaction.
“Perfect,” he breathes against your skin, before kissing you again, more slowly this time, while continuing to slide his hands over your bare curves.
His lips leave yours to descend along your neck, gently nibbling your sensitive skin. One of his upper hands remains on your breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slides lower, between your thighs. His fingers brush your intimacy through the thin fabric of your panties, already feeling the heat and wetness accumulating there.
“Just for me, isn’t it?” he murmurs in a hoarse and possessive voice against your ear, his four eyes shining with desire. You shiver beneath him, breathing short. “Yes…” you reply in a trembling sigh. “Just for you.”
A satisfied growl vibrates in his chest. His fingers finally push the fabric aside and slide directly over your hot and wet flesh. He slowly caresses your intimacy, tracing circles around your clit before plunging a thick finger into you. You moan louder, back arched, hips moving instinctively against his hand.
“So wet already…” he growls with a carnivorous smile. His two lower arms hold your thighs spread while his upper hands continue to knead your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples. The mouth on his stomach slowly licks your belly, descending progressively lower, leaving a trail of wet heat on your skin.
You pant, lost in the sensations. Your hands slide over his massive chest, following the black tattoos, carefully avoiding his still sensitive wounds. Sukuna intensifies his caresses: he pushes a second finger into you, curling them to touch that precise spot that makes you see stars.
“Sukuna… ah… yes ugh… it feels so good! There!”
Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers from your intimacy, leaving you empty and frustrated. You moan in protest, hips desperately seeking his contact.
Sukuna laughs softly, a deep and amused laugh that resonates in his chest. His four eyes contemplate you with a mischievous and dominant glint.
“Not so fast,” he murmurs. “You dared push me away earlier to treat me… now I’m going to make you wait a little.”
He pins your wrists above your head again with one hand, completely immobilizing your upper body. His other two hands explore your body with deliberate and torturous slowness:
He caresses the inside of your thighs, brushes your swollen clit without ever really pressing, pinches your nipples just enough to make you moan, but never enough to fully satisfy you.
The mouth on his stomach descends lower, licking the inside of your thigh, very close to your intimacy, its hot breath making you shiver, but never touching you directly where you need it most.
Every time you try to move for more, he pulls back slightly, keeping you on the edge of pleasure without letting you fall.
“Sukuna… please…” you beg in a frustrated moan, your body trembling with unfulfilled desire.
“No, no,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice deep and amused. He slides two fingers along your slit, barely entering you before pulling out, repeating this slow and superficial movement again and again. “I want to hear you beg louder. I want you to yearn until you can’t think of anything but me.”
His hands on your breasts gradually slow down. He almost completely releases them, leaving only his thumbs brushing your swollen nipples from time to time, just enough to keep you in a state of burning frustration.
His two lower arms remain focused between your thighs: his fingers slowly caress your wet lips, spread your folds, brush your swollen clit with unbearable lightness. Each pass is too soft, too brief. Your body trembles, your hips lifting desperately to seek more pressure, but he pulls back each time with a low chuckle.
The mouth on his stomach lazily licks the inside of your thighs, leaving wet and warm traces very close to your intimacy, but never touching it. His burning breath makes you shiver violently.
“Sukuna… I beg you…” you moan, voice broken, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. “I need… I need more… please…”
He doesn’t answer you, too busy with his torment for long minutes, alternating between his fingers barely penetrating you and the tongue on his stomach brushing you without ever relieving you. Your moans turn into small sobs of frustration, your numb wrists still held above your head by his powerful arms.
Sukuna finally brings his face close to yours, his four eyes shining with cruel and amused desire. “If you really want to come, little favorite…” he murmurs in a hoarse and authoritative voice, “then you’re going to have to ride my tongue. The one on my stomach. Sit on it and rub yourself like the desperate little thing you are.”
Your cheeks burn with shame and excitement. You hesitate for a moment, but the need is too strong. When he slightly releases your wrists, you sit up. Sukuna lies completely on his back, his injuries almost forgotten, his massive body exposed. You settle above him, knees on either side of his torso. As you slowly descend, you immediately feel the heat of the mouth on his stomach against your soaked intimacy.
As you position yourself, your ass and pussy brush against something hard, hot, and thick. You clearly feel his two thick and long cocks, erect against your back. A shiver runs through you as you realize how aroused he is.
Sukuna smiles widely, a carnivorous and satisfied smile that reveals his sharp teeth. His four eyes contemplate you with a possessive and amused glint.
“You feel them, don’t you?” he growls, voice thick with desire. “My two cocks waiting only for you. But first you’re going to use my tongue. Go on. Rub yourself. Show me how much you need me.”
The mouth on his stomach opens wider, its thick warm tongue immediately sliding against your slit, licking slowly from bottom to top with diabolical precision. You can’t hold back a long hoarse moan as you begin to slowly move your hips against it.
You settle more comfortably above him, your hands resting on his chest while carefully avoiding his still sensitive wounds. You begin to rub against the hot and wet tongue, rolling your hips back and forth in a hesitant rhythm at first, then more and more pronounced.
Each stroke of the tongue makes you shiver. It is thick, rough in places, and slides perfectly between your soaked lips, caressing your clit with every movement. Your breasts move with the rhythm of your hips, and your moans become louder, more uncontrollable.
Sukuna watches you from below, his four eyes shining with satisfaction and raw desire. His two lower arms come to rest on your hips, gripping them firmly to guide you.
“You really are a desperate little thing to cum,” he growls in a hoarse and mocking voice, a carnivorous smile on his lips. “Look at you… rubbing yourself like a slut on your king’s tongue.”
His hands guide your movements, making you press down harder against his mouth. He makes you roll your hips in circles, forcing you to press your swollen clit against his tongue which now moves faster, licking and sucking your intimacy with voracity. The sensation is intense, wet, burning. You pant, nails lightly digging into his chest.
Encouraged by the pleasure consuming you, you slide one of your hands behind you. Your hands still find one of his two cocks through the stretched fabric. You clearly feel his first dick, enormous and hard, throbbing under the thick fabric. You begin to caress it through the clothing, pressing your palm and sliding your hand up and down its impressive length.
Sukuna lets out a hoarse growl, almost a guttural moan. His massive body twitches beneath you, and his four eyes narrow in pleasure. “Haaa ugh- you’re too insolent today…” he growls, his voice rougher.
To get revenge, he lifts you above his tongue and penetrates you with it in one thrust, sinking deep into your intimacy. You cry out in pleasure, back arched, as it begins to move inside you, turning, pulling out, plunging back in with force. The rhythm is merciless, as if he wants to punish you for daring to touch him even through the fabric.
“Mhh! Sukuna…! Please..-” you moan, voice broken. Your hips move faster on their own, riding his tongue desperately. Your hand behind you continues to caress his first cock through the hakama, squeezing harder, moving up and down its entire length.
Sukuna growls with pleasure, his hips lifting slightly. His tongue fucks you relentlessly, entering and exiting, licking your inner walls, finding that sensitive spot that makes you tremble violently. His hands on your hips continue to guide you, making you press down harder, faster, forcing you to take everything he gives you.
“That’s it…” he breathes between two growls, voice thick with desire. “I fill you so well with my tongue. You’re so wet it’s dripping onto my stomach. You needed this so badly?”
You moan in response. Your thighs tremble, you lean a little forward. You remove your hand from his cock and place both hands on his chest to keep your balance. The tongue continues its deep and rhythmic assault, taking you higher and higher. The wet and obscene sound of his tongue entering and exiting your soaked pussy fills the room, making you moan even louder.
“Sukuna… ugh- I… I’m gonna…” Your hips move frantically now, riding his tongue without restraint. Each deep penetration makes the liquid of your arousal slap against his stomach. The thick tongue turns inside you, presses hard against that sensitive spot, licks your inner walls with almost brutal greed.
Sukuna growls with satisfaction as he feels your contractions around his tongue. His two lower arms squeeze your hips tighter, holding you pressed against him so you can’t escape.
“That’s it, my little slut…” he growls in a hoarse and dirty voice. “Cum on my tongue. Flood me like the desperate little concubine you are. Show your king how much you get wet for him.”
You cry out, the pleasure becoming too intense. Your nails dig into his tattooed chest, your thighs clenching around him.
The orgasm hits you violently, like a burning wave. Your body arches brutally, your pussy contracting spasmodically around his tongue which continues to fuck you mercilessly throughout your pleasure.
“Sukuna!” you scream, voice broken.
At the same time, Sukuna sits up slightly, one of his upper arms sliding behind your neck to pull you toward him. He captures your mouth in a voracious kiss, devouring your cries of ecstasy. His tongue invades your mouth at the same rhythm that the one on his stomach continues to penetrate you, as if he wants to fill you from both sides at once.
The kiss is dirty, wet, and possessive. He swallows each of your moans while you tremble and cum for a long time, your body shaken by spasms. His kiss muffles your complaints, his tongue turning against yours, nibbling your lower lip.
“There… good girl,” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses, his voice low and hoarse. “Cum hard for me. Your little pussy squeezes my tongue like it never wants to let it go. You’re so greedy… even when I’m injured, you can’t help but get fucked by your king.”
You continue to tremble, the orgasm seeming to last forever. Your hands remain pressed on his massive chest, feeling the powerful beats of his heart under your palms.
The tongue on his stomach gradually slows down, gently licking your sensitive walls to prolong your pleasure, collecting every drop of your arousal.
Sukuna doesn’t break the kiss right away. He continues to kiss you deeply, almost tenderly this time, while holding you against him. When your trembling finally subsides, he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his four red eyes shining with satisfaction and a desire still far from satiated.
“You came so hard…” he breathes against your lips, a carnivorous smile on his lips. “But we’re far from finished, my beautiful.”
Sukuna kisses you again with intensity, swallowing every little cry and every ragged breath. When he finally pulls away slightly, a string of saliva still connects your lips. His four eyes stare at you with dark and burning satisfaction.
“Look at you…” he murmurs in a hoarse and dirty voice, while slowly licking your lower lip. “You just came like never before on your king’s tongue. You flooded my entire stomach. What a dirty little concubine you are.”
You don’t answer, body still sensitive, cheeks burning. Sukuna gives you no rest. His two lower arms firmly grip your hips and lift you just enough to withdraw his tongue from your intimacy. A wet and obscene sound echoes as it slides out of you, leaving you empty and throbbing.
He lays you back on his chest, but this time he sits up a little more, leaning against the cushions despite his injuries. His massive body still dominates you. In one fluid movement, he uses his upper arms to turn you slightly, placing you lower on his abdomen, right above his hakama stretched to the extreme by his two erections.
“Sukuna…” you breathe, still breathless.
“Shh,” he growls, nibbling your neck. “You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”
His hands explore your naked body with greed. One kneads your breast, pinching your still sensitive nipple, while the other slides between your thighs to slowly caress your swollen and soaked lips. He spreads your arousal all over your slit, making you shiver.
“You’re soaked… ready to take my dick.” His voice is low, dangerous. “But first, I want you to feel how hard I am for you.”
He presses you more firmly against him. Through the stretched fabric of his hakama, you clearly feel his two thick and burning cocks. They throb against your ass and intimacy, enormous, hard as stone.
You can’t help but moan as you rub lightly against them. Sukuna laughs lowly, amused and excited. He grabs your hips and makes you move slowly against him, sliding you back and forth over his two erections still trapped under the fabric.
“You feel them?” he murmurs against your ear, nibbling the lobe. “Two big cocks waiting only to fill you. You are the only one who has the right to take them. The only one I want to fuck until you cry with pleasure.”
Your hands remain placed on his chest, seeking support as he guides you faster. The friction of the fabric against your sensitive clit makes you pant. Sukuna continues to speak, his voice becoming rougher and rougher:
“You are mine. My favorite. My personal little slut. Even when I come back from the battlefield covered in blood, it’s you I want to destroy and rebuild with my fucking dicks. Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
“I… I want you to fuck me, Sukuna… please my king.” you moan, voice trembling.
Satisfied, he growls and, with an impatient gesture, uses two of his arms to lower his hakama enough. His two thick cocks finally spring out, heavy, veined and glistening with precum.
The one underneath, slightly smaller than the first, rubs directly against your slit, while the first presses against your clit and belly.
He doesn’t penetrate you right away. He makes you wait a little longer, slowly rubbing his two members against you, sliding them between your soaked lips without entering.
“Look how wet you are for this,” he breathes while looking into your eyes. “You were made for me. To take everything I give you.”
Finally, he aligns his first cock against your entrance. With a slow but firm thrust of his hips, he begins to sink into you. The thickness is impressive. You moan at length, nails digging into his shoulders, as he stretches you progressively, inch by inch, until he is deeply buried inside you.
“Fuck so tight…” he growls, teeth clenched in pleasure. He remains still for a moment, savoring the sensation, then begins to move. Slow and deep thrusts at first, then more and more powerful. His second cock rubs perfectly against your clit with every movement, adding intense stimulation.
His four arms completely surround you: two on your hips to guide you, one on your neck to kiss you, and the last caressing your breast. He kisses you again, devouring your moans while he fucks you with an increasingly sustained rhythm.
“Take it all,” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses. “Take your king’s cock like the good little concubine you are for me. I’m going to fill you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
You pant against his lips, body completely overwhelmed. Each deep thrust drives his massive first cock to the very bottom of you. You feel it so thick, so long, that it directly touches the cervix of your uterus with every push.
The pressure is intense, almost too much, a mix of burning pleasure and a delicious slight pain that makes you tremble. Your belly swells slightly every time he sinks completely, as if your body is struggling to accept him entirely.
Every movement creates a perfect friction that sends electric shocks through your entire body.
“Sukuna… ahh… it’s too deep…” you moan, voice broken. He laughs lowly, a hoarse and satisfied sound, while accelerating the rhythm.
His hips slap against yours with more force. Your intimacy contracts violently around him, squeezing his veined length as if it refuses to let him go.
“You feel that?” he growls against your ear, nibbling your skin. “My big cock hitting the bottom of your belly. I’m touching your little uterus.”
His crude words make you moan louder. Your hands tremble on his chest, nails digging into his tattooed skin. The heat of his massive body, the smell of blood, sweat and sex, everything overwhelms you.
Sukuna slightly changes the angle of his hips, and suddenly every thrust hits that sensitive spot inside you even better. You cry out, body shaking. Your thighs tremble around him, your arousal flowing abundantly along his cock.
He fucks you harder, faster, using his four arms to hold you exactly how he wants. One of his upper arms slides between your bodies to pinch your clit between two fingers, rubbing it at the same time as his second cock stimulates it.
The pleasure rises quickly, almost unbearable. You feel your second orgasm approaching like a gigantic wave. “Sukuna… I… I’m going to cum…!” you sob, tears beginning to pearl at the corners of your eyes.
“Cum,” he orders in a hoarse and authoritative voice. “Cum on my cock like the good little favorite you are. Let me feel your pussy squeezing me.”
You cum.
The orgasm hits you with incredible violence. Your body arches violently, head thrown back. Your inner walls contract spasmodically around his thick cock, squeezing and pulsing as if you want to milk him.
Tears flow down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and raw emotion. Your hands desperately cling to his chest while you scream his name.
“Sukuna…! I love you…!” you sob between two spasms, voice broken by pleasure and tears. “I love you… mhh- I love you so much…”
These words seem to strike him. Sukuna groans deeply, his massive body twitching beneath you. His four eyes widen slightly, then darken with an intense emotion he almost never shows.
He holds you tighter against him, his arms enveloping you while he continues to penetrate you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you are completely exhausted and limp against his chest.
“…Idiot,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice hoarse but strangely soft. He kisses your forehead, your temples, wiping your tears with one of his thumbs. “You cry while telling me that… You really are my only weakness.”
You remain nestled against his massive chest, body still shaken by light spasms, when Sukuna decides he is not done with you. In one fluid and powerful movement, he rolls you onto your back without fully pulling out of you.
He positions himself above you, placing you in missionary. His imposing body completely dominates you, his four arms resting on either side of your head and on your hips.
You are already hypersensitive after your intense orgasm. Your intimacy is still pulsing around his cock, swollen and ultra-sensitive. As soon as he moves slightly, a high-pitched moan escapes you.
“Sukuna… wait… I’m too sensitive…” you breathe in a trembling voice.
But he doesn’t listen. On the contrary, a carnivorous smile stretches his lips as he adjusts his position. He passes your legs over his hips, opening you completely to him, and sinks in with one deep thrust to the bottom.
“You’re going to take more,” he growls, voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you cum around me one more time. I want to get you pregnant.”
He begins to fuck you with passion, long, powerful and measured thrusts. Each push makes his hips slap against yours. His massive cock touches your cervix again, even more intense in this position. The sensation is overwhelming — you are overstimulated, every friction makes you jolt, tremble, and cry with pleasure.
“Ahh! Sukuna… it’s too much… too deep!” you sob, hands gripping his shoulders.
Your inner walls, hypersensitive, contract violently around him with every movement. Every time he sinks completely, an electric shock runs through your belly. Your clit rubs against the base of his second cock with every thrust, adding unbearable stimulation.
Sukuna looks you straight in the eyes, his four red eyes burning with a rare emotion. He lowers his head and kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans and your cries while continuing to pound you with passion.
His hips roll with force, but there is something different this time: it is no longer just raw desire, it is possessive, almost desperate.
“Look how you squeeze me…” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses. “Even after cumming, your little pussy wants more. You were made for me.”
Your tears flow nonstop down your cheeks. The pleasure is so intense it almost becomes painful, but you don’t want him to stop. Your legs tremble around his hips, your nails scratch his tattooed back.
Sukuna gradually accelerates, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster. The room is filled with the wet sound of your bodies slapping, your high-pitched moans and his hoarse growls.
He slides one of his hands on your cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb while continuing to fuck you passionately.
“Listen to me,” he breathes against your lips, voice low and hoarse. “I love you.”
These words, spoken by the King of Curses, make you open your eyes wide despite the tears.
“I love you, little idiot,” he repeats louder, burying his cock to the bottom with every word. “You are the only one I love. The only one who can make me feel this. The only one I will never destroy.”
His words make you tip over. Your third orgasm hits you brutally, even more violent than the previous ones. You scream his name, body arched beneath him, your pussy contracting so hard around his cock that Sukuna groans at length, teeth clenched.
He holds you against him, his four arms completely enveloping you while he continues to pound you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you are completely exhausted, sobbing and trembling beneath him.
“I love you my king…” you murmur weakly between two sobs, completely overwhelmed by emotion and pleasure.
He kisses you tenderly on the forehead, then on the lips, finally slowing his movements to let you breathe. His massive body remains pressed against yours, his cock still deeply buried inside you, throbbing.
“I know,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice softer than it has ever been. “And I will never let you go. You are mine. Forever.”
His movements become more erratic, deeper. You feel his dick swell even more inside you, throbbing violently against the hypersensitive walls of your intimacy. Every thrust makes your whole body tremble.
Sukuna buries his face in your neck, his teeth brushing your skin while his hips slap harder against yours. His growls become rougher, more animal.
“I’m going to cum…” he growls against your ear, voice broken with pleasure. “I’m going to fill you to the bottom, my darling…”
You can only moan weakly, completely overwhelmed. Your hands slide over his back, clinging to him as if your life depends on it. You feel the pressure rising in him, his muscles tensing under your fingers.
With one final powerful and deep thrust, Sukuna sinks all the way in, the head of his cock pressed directly against your cervix. He cums in a long and guttural groan that vibrates through his entire chest.
You feel the hot and abundant jets of his cum pouring into you, thick, burning, filling your belly with powerful pulses. There is so much that you feel completely flooded.
His second member also throbs against your clit, spreading its hot seed over your belly and chest in long jets.
Sukuna continues to move slowly while he cums, as if to push his seed as deep as possible inside you. His four arms hold you firmly against him, keeping you prisoner under his massive body while he empties himself completely.
When he finally finishes, he remains buried inside you, his cock still throbbing, refusing to pull out. He collapses slightly on you, careful not to crush you completely with his weight. The mouth on his stomach gently licks your skin, tasting the sweat and traces of seed on your belly.
You stay like this for a long moment, only the sound of your panting breaths filling the room. Sukuna finally raises his head and looks at you. His four red eyes are softer, almost vulnerable.
He wipes your remaining tears with his thumb, then kisses you slowly, tenderly, a kiss very different from the previous ones: deep, languorous, filled with an emotion he only shows to you.
“You are mine,” he murmurs against your lips. “Not just my concubine. Not just my favorite. You are the one I love. The only one who can make me say such ridiculous things.”
You smile weakly, still trembling, exhausted but happy. Your hands gently caress his chest, avoiding his wounds which have almost finished closing.
Sukuna rolls onto his side without pulling out of you, pulling you with him so you end up lying on his chest. His four arms envelop you like a warm and protective cage. The mouth on his stomach lets out a hot and satisfied breath against your belly.
He slowly caresses your hair with one of his upper hands, his other arms holding you against him. The silence is peaceful, disturbed only by your breathing which gradually slows down.
After a long moment, he murmurs in a deep and serious voice:
“Marry me.”
You raise your head slightly, surprised. His four red eyes stare at you with a rare, almost solemn intensity.
“I want you to become my queen, not just my favorite. I will kill the other concubines. They serve no purpose. They are just useless objects. Only you matter. I will have them executed tomorrow morning.”
Your heart clenches. Despite the fatigue and the warmth of the moment, you gently shake your head. “No, Sukuna… please. Don’t kill them. They have done nothing wrong. They are just… there. I don’t want their blood to be shed because of me. Let them live. Send them far away if you want, but don’t kill them.”
He frowns, visibly displeased. The mouth on his stomach growls slightly.
“You are too soft,” he growls. “That’s why I love you.” He sighs, then finally nods reluctantly. “Very well. I will banish them from the palace tomorrow. But only you will remain by my side. Forever.”
You smile weakly and snuggle tighter against him, placing a kiss on his chest.
“Thank you… my king.”
Nine months later.
Spring bathed the palace in golden light. The cherry trees in the private garden that Sukuna had enlarged for you were in full bloom.
In the royal chamber, you were lying on the platform, exhausted but radiant, holding a small sleeping treasure against you.
Your daughter.
She was tiny, with a tuft of silky black hair, and two small red eyes that sometimes opened to observe the world with curiosity. Two tiny black marks, similar to very small tattoos, adorned her little arms. She had inherited her father’s strength, but also your gentleness.
Sukuna was sitting by your side, in his true form. Two of his arms held you against him, while another delicately supported your daughter’s head. For the first time in his long existence, the King of Curses seemed almost… peaceful.
“She is perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and awed. He brushed the little hand that had closed around one of his fingers. “She will probably be stronger than me. And as beautiful as you.”
You laugh softly, tired but happy.
“She will have your character… and I hope a little of my patience.” Sukuna leaned down and kissed your forehead with infinite tenderness, then placed a very soft kiss on your daughter’s forehead.
“I never thought this would happen to me one day,” he confessed. “Loving someone. Having a family. But you… you changed everything.”
You snuggle against him, your daughter nestled between the two of you. “We are a family now, Sukuna. You, me, and her.”
He tightened his arms around you, protective, possessive, but above all loving.
Outside, the world continued to fear the King of Curses. But here, in this room filled with light and cherry blossom petals entering through the window, he was no longer just a man. A husband. A father. He had finally found something more precious than power.
“I love you,” he murmured against your hair. “I love you too,” you replied smiling, eyes shining with happiness.
Your daughter let out a small sleepy sigh, as if she approved. And for the first time in centuries, the King finally felt complete.
Tenya has you with your legs spread wide, his large hands firmly anchored on your hips to keep you in place. His fingers dig into your flesh with just enough force for you to feel his control.
His tongue explores every inch of your pussy with an almost desperate hunger. He licks your entire soaked slit with a slow, heavy stroke, then turns sharp and insistent, swirling rapidly around your swollen, hypersensitive clit before diving deep inside you, probing your inner walls.
“Tenya… I feel like I have to pee!” you suddenly blurt out in a trembling, panicked voice, your body wracked with shivers.
Tenya growls against your hot, wet flesh without stopping for even a second. The vibrations of his deep voice travel straight to your clit.
“Mhh… let it go, it’s a good sign,” he murmurs against you, his mouth full of your taste.
“Are you sure?? I really have to go, Tenya!” you moan, almost whining, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. A burning pressure building relentlessly in your lower belly.
He lifts his head slightly, chin and lips glistening with your juices, and thrusts two thick, long fingers into you in one go. He immediately curls them to massage your g-spot with perfect precision.
“I saw in a video that when that urgent need hits… it means you’re about to squirt,” he explains in his serious voice, even though his eyes are burning with pure lust behind his slightly fogged-up glasses.
You can’t help but let out a weak laugh despite your state, breathless. “You watch videos like that?”
“That’s not the point! Focus,” he replies in a firm tone, almost an order, before diving back between your legs with even more fervor.
His tongue attacks your clit with fast, circular movements while his thick fingers continue mercilessly massaging your G-spot. The pressure in your lower belly becomes enormous, burning, almost painful.
You writhe violently on the bed, grinding your soaked pussy against his face, your hips moving uncontrollably. “Ten-! Ahh ugh! It’s too much! I’m gonna… imgonna-”
Your orgasm hits you like a violent tidal wave. Your entire body tenses, your thighs clamping around Tenya’s head like a vice as a long, high-pitched cry escapes your throat. A powerful clear jet bursts out of you in several intense, successive waves.
You squirt abundantly, soaking his face, his chin, and a large part of the sheets under your ass. The pleasure is so strong that your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and your body is shaken by uncontrollable spasms for long seconds, wave after wave.
When the final tremors finally subside, you lie there completely breathless, body limp, trembling, and hypersensitive.
You look down and see the extent of the mess: the sheets are completely soaked beneath you. An intense wave of embarrassment immediately washes over you.
“Oh no… I soaked the sheets…” you murmur, red with shame, hiding your face in your hands.
But when you peek through your fingers, you see Tenya. His face is covered in your glistening juices. He looks… satisfied. Almost proud. His eyes shine with a possessive and admiring glint. You can’t help but burst out laughing despite your embarrassment.
Tenya lifts his head and laughs softly with you, a warm, rare laugh that vibrates through his chest. He slowly crawls back up your body, towering over you with his imposing, athletic frame. He kisses you tenderly, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste your own sweet-salty flavor.
“You’re so beautiful when you squirt like that,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be embarrassed. I personally loved every second of it.”
He pulls back slightly to look at you better. In one smooth motion, he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off, revealing his muscular, perfectly sculpted chest glistening with your squirt from years of training.
Your gaze drifts lower… and you immediately notice the massive bulge straining violently against his pants. His dick is visibly rock hard, almost painfully so against the fabric. A large wet patch spreads across the front of his gray pants, betraying just how turned on he got from your orgasm and squirt.
You bite your lip, both embarrassed and terribly aroused by the sight. Tenya follows your gaze and smiles, a little embarrassed himself, but mostly proud and full of desire.
“See what you do to me?” he says, slowly running a hand over his cock through the fabric. “I’m completely soaked because of you.”
He places a knee on the bed and leans over you again, his gaze burning behind his glasses. “And I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
Tenya is reprimanding you for the umpteenth time this week.
You're in the agency hallway, just after the team meeting. He stands straight, arms crossed, his gaze stern behind his impeccable glasses.
"Your outfit isn't appropriate, Y/N," he says in a firm, clear voice, loud enough for the few colleagues still present to hear.
Your heart races. Three buttons of your white shirt are undone, revealing the lace of your bra. Your pencil skirt is riding up a little too high on your hips, and the thin black thong you're wearing is clearly visible against your skin.
You know perfectly well that he chose this outfit this morning, in the privacy of his apartment, whispering in your ear how much he wanted you to look "inappropriate" today.
You lift your chin, a small, provocative smile playing on your lips. "So what?" you reply in a light, almost mocking voice. “Are you going to punish me, Tenya?”
An awkward silence falls among the colleagues still lingering in the hallway. Some look away, uncomfortable. Tenya, however, remains outwardly impassive.
Only you and he know the truth: behind that rigid facade, he loves it. He loves to humiliate you publicly, to make you feel embarrassed in front of others, and he knows you love it just the same.
He takes a step closer, lowering his voice slightly so only you can hear him: “I could…”
Those two words, whispered softly, are enough to make you lose your composure. A liquid heat immediately spreads between your thighs. You can’t help but discreetly rub your legs together, seeking a little friction to soothe the rising excitement.
Tenya notices your gesture. A dark glint crosses his eyes. He leans in even closer, his voice low and dangerously calm: "Have you lost your tongue, baby?"
You swallow hard. Your face burns. In front of the others, you come across as the slightly rebellious employee who's getting reprimanded again by the strict Iida. But between you, that simple word, "baby," spoken so softly, so possessively, makes you instantly wet.
"I... um..." you stammer, your voice suddenly smaller, almost submissive.
Tenya gives a very slight smile, almost imperceptible to the others. He adjusts his glasses with a precise gesture, then continues in a louder voice: "I'll be expecting you in my office in five minutes. We'll sort this out properly."
"Yes, sir," you reply, looking at him and anticipating what will happen in his office.
Izuku becomes almost desperate the moment your lips meet.
The second your mouth touches his, something shifts inside him. His hands grab your waist with clumsy urgency, almost trembling, as if he’s terrified you might disappear between his fingers. He pulls you sharply against him, lifting you effortlessly so you’re straddling his thighs.
His lips devour yours, his tongue seeking yours with a desperate hunger that takes your breath away. You can feel his heart pounding hard against your chest, his hot, ragged breath mixing with your own.
His fingers dig into your hips, sinking into your flesh like he wants to keep you prisoner. He controls every single one of your movements, refusing to let you pull away even an inch.
The kiss grows deeper, messier: tongues tangling, teeth clashing lightly, soft muffled moans escaping between your mouths.
Your hands slide to the back of his neck, then into his messy green hair. You grip it gently, and Izuku lets out a rough sound against your lips almost a growl.
After a few seconds, as the kiss makes your head spin, you feel something hard and burning press against your ass through his pants.
The realization hits you instantly. He’s already fully hard, his cock straining and rock-solid. A small smile forms on your lips against his mouth despite yourself.
Izuku doesn’t even try to hide it. On the contrary, he tightens his grip on your hips and presses you more firmly against him, rubbing his erection against your ass with obvious urgency.
He finally breaks the kiss, just enough to catch his breath. His forehead stays pressed to yours, his glasses slightly crooked, his lips swollen and wet. His green eyes are dark, clouded with desire.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he murmurs in a hoarse, breathless voice. “The moment I kiss you… I lose my mind. I can’t stop.”
His hands slip under your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your back. He pulls you even closer, slowly grinding his hard length against you, as if he needs that contact to survive.
“Don’t stop…” he almost begs, his voice low and trembling with need. “Kiss me again. I need you baby.”
“That’s cheating!” Katsuki exploded, pointing the remote at you like a loaded gun. “Fucking marital betrayal!”
You sighed and flopped back onto the couch, legs crossed. “I just wanted to know what happened, okay? I was curious…”
“Curious?” he repeated with a bitter laugh. “You watched four episodes without me!” You winced slightly. “Maybe five… but who’s counting?”
The silence that followed was almost comical. Katsuki stared at you with an outraged expression, one hand dramatically placed over his chest like you’d just stabbed him in the back.
“You’re a monster. A real fucking monster.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Katsuki growled and dropped heavily onto the couch beside you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, pouting like a sulky child.
“We had a deal. We watch together. TO-GE-THER. What the hell does that word mean to you huh?”
“Sorry kats…” you murmured, gently scooting closer to him.
“Nope. Keep your sorrys. I’m getting revenge.” He snatched the remote with an evil smirk. “I’m gonna watch the rest of Game of Thrones without you. All the episodes. And I’ll spoil you everything.”
Your smile vanished instantly. “Oh no. Katsuki.. you can’t do that!”
“And why the hell not? You watched Breaking Bad without me!”
“It’s not the same!” you protested, clinging to his arm.
“Really? Explain the difference miss traitor.” You opened your mouth… then closed it again. There was no real difference.
Katsuki smirked, clearly proud of himself. But when you rested your head on his shoulder with a guilty little pout, he stiffened for a second before letting out a long sigh.
“You’re so annoying…” he grumbled.
Still, his arm slid around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You immediately took advantage, snuggling into him and draping one leg over his.
“I can make it up to you,” you offered softly.
“Yeah? How?”
“I’ll cook all your favorite meals for the whole week.” Katsuki grunted, but you felt his body relax a little.
“Keep going.”
“I’ll give you massages after your workouts. And… we’ll restart Breaking Bad from where we left off. Together. I swear I’ll never watch ahead without you again.”
He finally turned his head toward you. His red eyes studied you for a long moment, still a bit suspicious. “You promise? On your life?”
“On my life.”
“Your life doesn’t mean shit anymore, you already broke our pact.”
You laughed softly and buried your face in his neck. Katsuki finally gave in completely. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him, resting his chin on top of your head.
“You’re lucky I love you, damn it…” he muttered into your hair, his voice still a little pouty.
You smiled and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I know. I love you too, even when you’re sulking.”
“Shut up.” But he tightened his hold on you and grabbed the remote to start episode 8 of season 3. “And this time, if you dare watch even one scene without me, I swear I’ll blow up the damn tv.”
You laughed against his chest, happy and safely tucked against him. “Promise, Kats.”
a/n: my sis continued a series without me I felt betrayed just like Katsuki😭 ˖ (🐋) mlist _
Hiii I love your Tenya stuff. You characterize him so well!! Could you maybe do a one shot of reader going out for a girls night and Tenya starts to really miss her and calls her to jerk himself off to the sound of her. He’s been texting her about coming back and she didn’t know why until now. Maybe he can’t do it bc he misses her that much. Totally okay if you don’t or if it’s out of your comfort zone tho. 🫣first time asking on tumblr oml
“Oh fuck- baby.. ugh- it feels so good!” Your voice breaks as your legs wrap tightly around his torso, your heels digging hard into his upper back while you squeeze him like you want to keep him inside you forever.
Every slick, brutal thrust spreads your arousal over his thick thighs, hot and dripping. Your body trembles beneath him, desperate and greedy, burning from the inside out like you’re about to explode.
“Fuck… I hear you princess. Just… mhm,” he growls the moment he feels your walls clench around him, trying to trap him inside.
The obscene sound of your pussy swallowing him, tight and greedy, triggers a raw, violent snap of his hips, burying himself even deeper.
You moan loudly, nails raking down his broad shoulders as he presses his full massive weight against you, pinning you mercilessly into the mattress and forcing every thick, veined inch of his cock as deep as possible.
“I love… mhm… wrecking this greedy little pussy,” he breathes, pounding into you harder, more brutally, like he wants to break you.
Each thrust is perfectly aimed to destroy you, pushing you closer to the edge, electrifying your raw nerves and tearing rough moans from deep in your throat. The air between you is thick with heat, sweat, and the wet, filthy slapping of your bodies colliding violently.
The pressure in your belly, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm hitting you like an electric shock. Every thrust sends delicious pain radiating through your thighs, leaving you gasping.
Your moment is suddenly interrupted by the buzzing of the nightstand. The sound makes you jolt, but you refuse to acknowledge it. You also feel Toji’s movements hesitate for a split second, just long enough for your eyes to widen in pure panic.
“N-no! don’t stop, ignore it please please please” you beg, tears in your eyes as the delicious pressure starts to fade. “Keep going!” You desperately rock your hips, trying to make him continue, but his hips stop dead, his huge dick twitching deep inside you as he stares at the vibrating phone.
His face hardens.
His brows furrow, his lips twist into a cold smile, and his green eyes narrow with a dangerous glint. He thinks for a second. Then he decides.
“Toji please…”
“I have to take this, baby,” he says in a calm but merciless voice, already grabbing the phone before you can protest.
His big hand closes effortlessly around the vibrating device. He recognized the number at first glance. His crazy ex always finds a way. No matter the number, no matter how careful he is, she always comes crawling back.
You catch panicked, desperate fragments of her voice on the other end: “Baby, please listen to me,” “I’m sorry,” “I’ll give you money if you want, I miss you,” overlapping sentences. He doesn’t react.
“Hey,” he says, his voice icy and dry. “Can you call me on FaceTime?” Your eyes widen, your body tensing beneath him. His tone, so cold, so distant, tightens your chest. You feel your heart hammering against his when he hangs up without waiting for an answer.
Before you can even speak, the phone vibrates again. He swipes the screen and answers. He stares at the screen, expression unreadable. “Oh, baby! I’m so happy to see you! Oh my god, I was going crazy here…”
He sighs softly, letting her spew her nonsense for a second, then gestures for you to hold up your palm. Confused, you frown, but you obey. He places the phone in your hand; your fingers close around it instinctively.
“…I know I was awful, but if you-”
“Princess,” he interrupts, his voice suddenly soft and mocking as he adjusts the phone so the camera perfectly frames his face and bare, muscular torso, scar clearly visible. “Keep the camera on me.”
Silence hits the other side of the phone like a slap. “…maybe she misses the view,” he growls with a predatory smirk.
You try to protest, but your words dissolve into a choked moan as his massive cock slams back into you with one brutal, heavy, wet thrust. The room fills with obscene, filthy sounds as he spears you with savage precision.
You gasp, nails digging into his forearms, your body jolting with every impact, moaning shamelessly despite the phone you’re still holding.
The bed shakes violently under the force of his thrusts, air punched out of your lungs with every brutal snap of his hips. Your breasts bounce heavily, sweat trickling down your neck and back, your thighs slick and trembling against his.
He’s rougher than ever, completely in control, fucking you like a beast while giving your body just enough chaos to crave more.
You try to hold back your moans, to bury your shame, but Toji is determined to make you scream. He wants her to hear. He wants her to know exactly how much he loves destroying your pussy right in front of her.
“I’m gonna… fuck… paint this pussy white, yeah? Gonna fill you up until it’s dripping everywhere, baby,” he growls, his hips slamming against yours with surgical force. He’s buried to the hilt, filling you with every thick inch, making you feel every vein, every throb as you squeeze him like a vice.
You shiver, back arching instinctively, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Your eyes roll back. Words fail you, your mouth hanging open in a moan that drowns out everything. A second wave of pleasure crashes into your belly, intense and merciless.
His movements turn feral, driven by pure animal need. His hands grip the headboard behind you for leverage, muscles flexing like steel as he pounds you deeper, making your body bounce against his with every devastating thrust.
“I’m- close ugh mhm!” you pant, eyes squeezed shut, hips shaking as the knot in your stomach tightens almost painfully. “Ah… inside… ngh! M-me…” you babble, completely helpless.
He swears through gritted teeth, his own orgasm approaching, breathing rough, chest pressed against yours.
With one final, merciless, deep thrust, he spills inside you, hot, thick cum flooding your insides. A guttural moan rips from your throat as your body shakes violently, his massive weight pinning you down, both of you slick and trembling with spasms.
The orgasm crashes over you seconds later in powerful, endless waves. Your legs shake like leaves, toes curling, back arching violently as the phone slips from your hand and falls beside you. You let yourself be swept away by the raw, devastating pleasure.
Minutes pass, filled only with ragged breathing and the wet, sticky sounds of your bodies slowly calming after the storm. You finally come back to yourself, chest heaving unevenly as your heartbeat slows, muscles going limp under his crushing weight.
Then Toji reaches for the abandoned phone beside you. He turns it over, glances at the now black screen, and lets out a low, tired, almost cruel chuckle. “Guess she didn’t enjoy the show,” he murmurs, voice rough and amused.
You shake your head, a tired little smile on your lips. “You’re cruel, Toji. Don’t ever do that again.”
“Sorry, sorry. But you liked it, didn’t you?” he says with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you tenderly.
“Shut up.” you said, laughing and patting him on the chest.
a/n: I'm writing to answer ur requests it'll be here soon! Srry I've been so busy and tired (especially lazy) 😭
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Wth?? There's no connection here? I don't mean to offend anyone by writing poorly written gay relationships. If I did it badly, I'm sure you'd be the first to write a comment like that. There are certainly other authors who write for male readers, so move along if you want that kind of thing without being so aggressive pls. Comments like that are homophobic.
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And I'm bisexual myself, so I can't be homophobic😭
I've written from the beginning that I only do fem readers, anyway you've annoyed me
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The worst time for Toji, without a doubt, was shopping.
The moment you said, "Shall we go shopping?", he felt his wallet fly out of his pocket. He imagined his bank account crying out and emptying itself in a fraction of a second, and him ending up in debt up to his neck, forced to take even more dubious jobs to make ends meet.
Yet, he still went with you. Always.
Today was no exception. Toji stood in the middle of a shop, arms crossed over his broad chest, looking utterly miserable. He watched you go from one rack to another, your eyes shining, taking down dresses, tops, and jeans that you held out in front of you, asking for his opinion.
"And this one, what do you think?" you asked, smiling, a pretty, form-fitting black dress in your hand. Toji looked at you for a long time. He couldn't lie: you were magnificent. Seeing your face light up like that, seeing you happy to get dressed up for him… it touched his heart.
He loved it. He loved watching you twirl around the dressing room, step out shyly to show him, and blush when he told you you looked stunning.
But damn… the prices.
He glanced discreetly at the tag and almost choked. “Baby…” he groaned softly, moving closer to you. “Did you see the price of this piece of fabric? We could eat for two weeks on that.” You pouted, that little pout he hated because he knew he was about to give in.
Toji sighed loudly, ran a hand over his face, then looked back at you. There you were, in that dress that probably fit you perfectly, with that shy yet excited smile. He groaned, defeated. “…Take it.”
Your face lit up instantly. You rose onto your tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his jaw. “Thank you, my love, I love you!”
Toji muttered under his breath as he followed you down another aisle, his hands in his pockets, “I’m such a sucker for this girl…”
But deep down, he couldn’t help but smile. He loved seeing you like this. Even though he could feel his wallet screaming with every item you added to the basket.
Later, as you left the store, his arms laden with bags, he gave you a sideways glance. You walked beside him, radiant, clinging to his arm. Toji sighed, but a small smile played on his lips. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
You laughed softly and leaned a little closer to him. “But you still love me.” He grunted, but put an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. "Yeah... unfortunately."
And even though his bank account had just taken a serious hit, Toji knew he'd do it again without hesitation because seeing you so happy?
That's priceless.
a/n: lately I've been talking a lot about shopping but I don't have money lmao😭😭 ˖ (🐋) mlist _
Hi!!! Just throwing a idea out there but maybe the jjk men seeing you naked for the first time idk if this would be a fun idea but just wanted to try!!
