bumping into your really nice alpha neighbour in the hallway (who you’ve been on again off again flirting with for weeks now), but squeaking out a little “sorry!” while having to rudely push past him so that you can get into your apartment before your heat gets out of control
vs
him being unable to resist following after you the second you scurry upstairs, every step he takes now getting a little more urgent, his blood hotter, until he’s pacing in front of your door, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; trying everything in his power to keep himself from knocking because the way he is moving now reminds him of a predator and he doesn’t like it - he’s nice, goddammit, he’s nice
[𝝑𝑒] :: sheriff!nanami has let you off the hook far too many times, so now he’s trying out a different way to teach you some ‘manners’ :: tags. outlaw!reader. wild west au. smut. spānking.
it started with kento catching you after you robbed the general store. after that it was the doctor’s office. followed by the gun smith. then the poor merchant who came around town once a month—you always left with something that wasn’t lawfully yours.
there’ve been too many complaints coming in from the townsfolk, telling him to do something about the ‘sneaky little thief’. kento has always let you off with a warning, too soft-hearted whenever he brings you in and all you do is pout up at him, but his patience has limits.
which is why you’re currently draped over his lap, your wrists tied together behind your back with a rope. your ass is up and spanked raw, the flesh aching from the ‘punishment’ you’re receiving for your crimes.
“such a naughty girl,” kento sighs, his sharp jaw clenched. his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing the veins that reappear with each meaty smack against your fully exposed and upturned bottom.
“keep counting. if you get it wrong, we’ll start over.”
the sheriff feels you nod against his thigh, a pathetic whimper leaving your throat. he feels a surge of satisfaction at the sight of you finally being taught your place. to abide by the law—him.
even if his manner of going on about it is quite different than the usual procedures with criminals.
“t-ten, eleven, ah! twelve,” you whine—hips jolting back into his palm with each sharp slap.
“mhm,” kento hums with a small victorious smile on his face. his grip on your ass cheeks turns a bit more gentle as he kneads the doughy flesh to ease the sting, “you won’t ever do it again, right? stealin’ what ain’t yours.”
you shake your head repeatedly, a tear escaping your eyes. “no, promise! won’t touch a thing, ohhh—“
a sharp smack to your bare pussy makes you let out a long moan. kento’s big hand cups your mound, his warm palm snugly covering the entirety of your dripping cunt.
“yeah, sure you won’t,” he murmurs almost sarcastically, his sultry voice alone making you shamelessly clench around nothing. he pats your pussy slightly, not to give you the pleasure you need to get off, but to drive you further to the brink of tears. of submission.
“you’re probably going to be back in my office by tomorrow evening,” the blonde speculates and sighs slightly, “ain’t that right?”
his fingers idly tap against your clit as he wonders what other ways there are to handle brats like you. the rough tips of his digits skim over your slit and slip between your slick pussy lips. he drags them slowly up and back down.
“ahhnn, yes—right there,” you mewl shamelessly, bucking your hips back to seek more of that delicious touch.
kento’s brows furrow and he instantly pulls his hand back. a whine follows, but he pays that no mind.
“you’re enjoying this way too much,” he clicks his tongue. as much as he gets off on seeing you all pliant and innocent in his lap—acting like you haven’t been doing crime around town—he also needs to remind you that your behaviour won’t go unpunished.
the sheriff can’t have his little outlaw enjoying her ‘punishment’ too much after all. it would defeat its entire purpose.
“sorry, i am sorry,” you nearly cry as you feel kento’s hand simply rest on your cunt, not moving a single finger anymore. it drives you crazy.
kento doesn’t give in. he doesn’t even rub your cunt for you, simply watches with a raised brow as you writhe and grind your little ass back against his palm. so needy and pathetic. so unlike the sneaky criminal people claim you are.
when you tilt your head to look up at him, his body goes a bit rigid. you give him your best puppy eyes, making yourself look even more pathetic and helpless, which makes his dick twitch in his trousers.
he knows that’s how you get your victims. you flash them those pretty doe eyes of yours and they get distracted to the point you can easily steal what you want, right from under their noses.
“an adorable attempt, but you’re not gettin’ me with that,” kento lets out a breath through his nose, almost a breathy chuckle.
you’re about to whine some more before a sharp smack to your ass makes you tense up again, a squeal escaping your throat. “ow!” you cry out and your legs kick slightly from the unexpected impact.
the sheriff watches you squirm with a hint of amusement in his gaze. his eyes follow the way your ass ripples and jiggles from each spanking you get, making it all the more enticing to continue this punishment of yours.
“i won’t be so lenient with you next time,” kento reminds you as his hand rains down more spanks upon your ass. he always says that, though the look in his eyes tells you he’s got something big planned the next time you pull something crazy;
“i’ll bend you over my desk and stuff you full to the point you will never think of committing any crime ever again, do you hear me?
in the moment, you can only nod and reply meekly, but little did kento know that the ‘threat’ had the complete opposite effect on you than he intended it to have.
now you actually can’t wait to commit your next crime.
in a perfect world, johnny would be the first to retire. he would be the first to find someone, fall head-over-heels in love, and throw all of his hard work and dedication away in favor of a quiet life by the ocean. it would be tough, at first, it would take years for him to truly shake the weight of the war from his bones, but he would do it. he would rather be a good husband, a father, than just another tragedy in an endless string of them. he would marry you as soon as his retirement papers cleared. he would give you a home full of laughter, and children, three at the very least, maybe a dog. he would be at every ballet recital and sports game, every parent-teacher conference and award ceremony. he would grow old with you, dance with you in the kitchen even at the ripe age of sixty-something, would complain about his creaking back right up until the bitter-sweet end. john mactavish would make a fine husband, given the chance.
kyle would be the next to jump ship. one day, he would see himself in the mirror, and he’d realize that he doesn’t recognize the man he has become. the years have taken their toll on him, he’s tired, he’s scared, he’s angry. his youth will have passed him by, and he’ll have forgotten to enjoy it. all the time he should’ve spent falling in love, and planning for the future, and making stupid decisions so he would have them to laugh about one day, was spent on the front lines, fighting somebody else’s war. he’ll decide that he wants no part in any of it, not anymore, and he’d turn his papers in the following morning. he meets you after, somewhere casual, maybe he’d spill his coffee all over you in his rush to get somewhere that, in retrospect, was entirely unimportant. he’ll buy you dinner to make up for it, and then again the next week, just in case his debt hasn’t been settled, and again, every friday for the next several years. he’ll marry you sometime in between, something small and intimate, with his brothers in arms as your witnesses, maybe he’ll finally give his mama the grandbaby she’s been begging for his whole life. kyle garrick would choose to be a better man, given the chance.
simon wouldn’t retire by choice. not in any world, not even a perfect one. but, eventually, it’s bound to catch up with him. even the world’s most capable soldier is vulnerable to his own damn humanity. he’d be forced to return to manchester, sooner or later, older, meaner, sore all over, all of the time. he’d buy a bike, a passion project, just something to keep his hands busy, lest he goes mad in his empty house, nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company. it wouldn’t be enough, in the end. it can’t chase away the skeletons in his closet or tell him that it’s okay to be scared of the dark, even at his grown age, so he would do what any half-sane man would, and adopt a dog. a retired military mutt, just like him, who’s greying at the snout and growls at little kids when they pass by on their bicycles. he’d meet you at a dog park on a sunday afternoon, would remember your face but not your name. not until you chase him down in the street some weeks later, at least, and claim that his boy got your girl pregnant. he’d pay the vet bills, and he would help you find good homes for the puppies, and then, he’d stick around still, because he, like any stray, is desperate for a place to call home. you’d let him stay so long as got his boy neutered. he wouldn’t give you kids, wouldn’t burden you with his last name, but he’d damn sure love you. simon riley would learn to be happy, given the chance.
john wouldn’t retire until he’s already halfway to too late. the kids are nine and twelve already, old enough to resent him, and you’ve gotten used to having the bed to yourself, setting the table for three instead of four, brushing your friends’ comments off when they bring up how strong you are, doing it all on your own. your worrisome heart would sink every time the doorbell rang unexpectedly, or when he went too long without contact, fearing for the worst. it would not be some big, sudden revelation on his end. he’d notice in fragments. no, he doesn’t know his kids’ teachers’ names, and, no, he didn’t know that your son was diagnosed with asthma last summer. he can’t remember the last time the two of you celebrated an anniversary, or went out for dinner, or talked about anything that mattered. he wouldn’t make a big show of it, wouldn’t even tell you that he was considering it, but you’d wake up one morning, expecting him to be long gone, and he’d be stood at the stove, burning eggs, and he would never leave you again. he’d do what he could to make up for lost time. he’d schedule date nights for the two of you, without prompting, he’d take your boy fishing sunday mornings, share all that hard-earned wisdom over soggy sandwiches and plop his boonie hat on the kid’s head to keep him from burning in the summer sun, he’d sit on his daughter’s bedroom floor with a tiara on his head, sipping shitty tea from plastic cups, and he’d thank god. john price would right his wrongs, given the chance.
but this isn’t a perfect world.
john mactavish dies at twenty-seven, shot in the head by a man who should’ve died two years prior. you bury him before you get to marry him. your daughter’s born three months later — she’ll never meet her father, but she has his eyes, and his smile, and you know he would’ve loved her. he always wanted to be father.
kyle garrick spends the rest of his life fighting for a cause he doesn’t know if he believes in. your paths don’t cross in that little coffee shop, because he’s on the other side of the world, getting shot at, while you go about your life none the wiser. he dies at thirty-six on an operation no-one’s allowed to talk about, desperate and alone.
simon riley kills himself a month after his sergeant’s untimely demise — not like anyone can prove it. it’s impossible to claim that he walked into the line of fire intending to be shot down. what exactly was going through his mind, no one knows for certain. in your late twenties, you adopt an old military mutt, who’s greying at the muzzle and growls at your neighbor’s kids.
john price signs the divorce papers when you send them, because he knows it’s unfair of him to keep you tethered to him. he watches your children grow from afar, through the pictures you send and the quiet, solemn voicemails you leave. you never stop loving him, but you can’t wait around for him forever. you three are the only ones left to attend his funeral, when the time comes. you’re the only one with something kind to say.
you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person. what happens when your heart gets caught up in the messy drama between rivaling twins?
♡ ₊˚‧ cw. college au :: lots of smut :: angst :: messy dynamics :: named twin :: jealousy/possessiveness :: messy reader :: semi public sex :: parties :: nerd/delinquent trope :: academic rivals :: fuckboy!bikerjo :: rival!nerdjo
Ghost may not understand social situations well, but he's always been able to recognize patterns.
Which means he's able to notice breaks in patterns. For example, everything you've been doing lately.
Skipping the energy drinks and coffee you usually have on your desk, instead you're sporting a large flask of water. You've also stopped drinking alcohol, not that anyone else notices but ghost likes to watch the bartenders prepare everyone's drinks.
Ghost gives you a look when you sit down with your mocktail, "feeling okay, kid?" He asks, nudging your ankle with his foot.
"yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" You respond, face carefully blank in that expression you make when you try to lie. Ghost knows it well from all the times you've taken the good markers from his desk.
So, ghost does the only reasonable thing, and draws conclusions based off the given information.
Which is how you end up absolutely mortified as ghost presents you with a neatly wrapped, pastel-pink box in the middle of the next week's meeting.
"Congrats on the pregnancy." He says at the same time price chokes on his drink two chairs away. Because no one thought to tell ghost that you and price have been 'secretly' sleeping together for weeks now, and you had been avoiding tell price about it....yikes.
not having enough money to pay nerd!yuji for his tutoring session so you let him play with your pussy. he was nice enough to teach you something so you’ll teach him something as well.
sitting on his bed back pressed against his surprising toned chest, with your top raised to your chest, panties off and pussy on show.
you grab his hand and place his index and middle fingers in your mouth and suck on them. leaving him marvelled and gasping at the wet contact. then sliding his fingers down to your slit.
he didn’t know what he was doing but if it meant he could play with you and make you sound like the women in those salacious porn videos, then he would learn right here, right now.
“so you just gently run you fingers through my slit and rub your fingers against my clit… yeah like that.”
once yuji got the hang of it he knew struck gold. the sounds you were making that slutty little whiny tone of yours as you grip his thigh and whimpers his name. it was like a wet dream come to life.
feeling your arousal and the heat between your thighs as he continues to toy with you and sneak his other hand up to your chest to tease your nipples.
he could tell that the dual stimulation was too much for you because the moaning got louder and whiner and before he knew it there you were cumming in his arms.
he knew to make this as pleasurable as can be, because then if he’s good enough you’ll let go further next time.
yuji invited you over to “hang out” at his place, only what you didn't know was his definition of hanging out was him sitting in his stupid gaming chair, playing his stupid video games with his stupid friends, while you sit on his bed bored and neglected.
i mean you came over wearing your favorite push-up bra with matching lace panties, but here you are tossed to the side because he’d rather play with megumi and randoms. what a loser.
so the only way you could find entertainment was to sit on the sidelines and heckle him.
reminding him that “he sucks,” as he groans on about losing a life, or a loud shout calling him a “loser” while he accuses megumi of cheating as you watch big letters appear on his screen telling him he lost. just constantly berating him, but your final comment is what really made him snap.
“and here i thought you were good at everything, i guess not.”
it came out so casually like it was something that you said frequently, but that couldn't be true, there's no way you would think he wasn't capable of anything. right?
i mean who were you to look down on him, you with that devilish smirk painted across your plush lips, or that stupid push-up bra that does nothing but draw attention to your mesmerising cleavage and when did you change into those tiny little shorts?
he let you have your fun, but now he has to do something. he can't let you talk to him like that girlfriend or not.
next thing you know, your back is pressed against his sheets and he’s hovering over you like a predator ready to consume its prey. one hand pinning both of your arms down together and the other spreading your thighs wider so he can slot himself closer to you. he looked so grumpy brows furrowed with a glint of mischief in his eyes, you knew exactly how to push his buttons.
“some of the things you were saying weren't very nice, i’m gonna have to do something about that.”
he didn't know what was worse, you heckling him for being a shitty boyfriend or the fact that in his head, he could still hear megumi chuckling in response to your insults. but he liked playing these games with you. it always ended in a fun time for you both.
“i just wanted your attention, baby”
“oh don't worry, you've got my full attention now”
yuji who drags you onto some dark scary looking rollercoaster on your day out to the theme with you friends, so he can separate from the group and have a moment alone with you.
pulling you into his chest so he can watch you jump for the loud noises and cuddle into his arms, tits pressed against his chest with your hand gripping his thigh.
he likes knowing that if anything ever went down he could protect you. he likes it so much that he starts to get hard from the sensation of your touch and you whimpering for him to hold you tighter.
and then there was you, distracted in the darkness. before you knew it your hand was being trailed to his crotch and all you could feel was his bulge hard and twitching under his shorts. you knew what he wanted but you couldn’t, not in public.
“yuji i can’t do that there’s cameras” you whisper feeling him rubbing himself using your hand while spreading his legs wider.
“it’s dark as fuck it’s ok no one will see,” a smirk evident on his face as the the red lights flash on and off. voice low in your ear as he places a soft kiss against the shell of your ear, light and persuasive.
he was supposed to be the good one out of you two, so watching him stare you down with that pointed lustful stare, it was thrilling.
all you could hear was yuji whispering sweet nothings in you ear, as you slip your hand into his underwear. hand wrapped around his throbbing cock feeling the heat radiating off him as you stroke him up and down, running your thumb along his frustrated tip and using his precum as extra lubricant.
feeling him kissing your cheek and your neck, mumbling weak moans in your ear, calling you baby and doing everything he can to pull you into his sexed up haze.
then came the groping and having to swat his hand away from under your top, as it sinks into your supple breasts. trying to illicit a reaction by teasing you nipples. all you could do was cross your thighs and ignore the growing wetness and lack of stimulation, as you felt him grow closer and closer to blowing his load. until all you could feel was wetness against your palm as you stroked him through his orgasm.
devouring your lips and repeatedly vocalising his gratitude while promising to make it to you right there if you wanted, hands still running wild.
it was one thing having him worked up, but both of you was a recipe for disaster.
“santa has a list,” sukuna mutters, “which one are you on?”
your head tilts, eyes looking away from your ipad to the man, “both.”
sukuna snorts, glancing over your face, before his lip twitches up. “wanna play naughty or nice?”
your brow quirks. “what’s that?”
“you’ve never heard of it?” sukuna licks his lips. he came over after his last lecture a few hours ago, nose and ears pink from the freezing cold, and immediately snuggling his cock in your warmth. and now you’re both lazily sprawled on your couch, studying for finals as some cheesy christmas movie plays in the background. and now sukuna was distracting you both, and you’re curious. so you shake your head.
“it’s kinda link never have i ever. i ask you a question and you answer,” he says.
“and you decide?” you ask.
“yeah,” sukuna replies easily. “I decide.”
“how’re you judging then? what’s nice versus naughty?” you ask, now completely hooked.
sukuna’s eyes are slow and sharp, head tilting back on the couch, legs spreading wider as he rests one arm behind his head, biceps flexing as he does, and the other stroking your legs that have been resting over his lap for the last fifteen minutes. “nice would be something boring, or not that deep like if ask something mean you’ve done in the last month and you say bumping into someone and not saying sorry.” he pauses, mouth quirking. “that’s not bad…but naughty,” his voice drops. “naughty is something selfish you did and or something dirty you thought, like if I asked ya’ what’s the last inappropriate thought you had and you said you secretly wanna be fucked in front of an audience. seven deadly sins type shi.”
you lean back against the arm rest now, chest warm, and stomach heating up, “okay…but lemme ask a question first because i wanna know how to answer.”
sukuna tsks, “i told you about the game.”
“well whatever, cmon,” you kick his thigh lightly, making him click his tongue, holding your legs in place. he exhales, hips shifting up as he gets comfortable, nodding at you to ask the first question.
“what is something, you think was, a little cruel that you’ve done in the last month?” you watch sukuna carefully as he narrows his eyes in thought, before easily replying.
“i had one of the pledges shovel the snow in the yard with a spoon because he was being a little shit before finals and wouldn’t help out with cleanup.”
“what the hell??—naughty,” your face scrunches in displeasure. “is he okay?”
sukuna rolls his eyes at your sympathy, “yeah whatever. my turn.” you sigh, arms crossing over your chest. “what’s something mean you’ve done to a guy this year?”
you purse your lips in thought, “hmm…i ghosted a guy earlier this year.”
sukuna’s eyes narrow, “and?”
“what do you mean and?”
“that’s nothin’ you just ghosted him, why?” he pushes you for more details, and you give in.
“he was annoying, and….” sukuna raises a brow, waiting. you glance away, biting your cheek. “someone said he had a small dick, so like…I didn’t wanna bother…”
sukuna barks with laughter, head flying back as he squeezes your thigh, “naughty, but valid,” he rules. you bite your cheek, before thinking of the next question so you can take the spotlight off yourself.
“what’s something you told someone that was a complete lie, and why?”
“told gojo jumping in the freezing ass pool nude would make your dick grithier because he wouldn’t pass me the ball during practice.”
now you’re cackling, making the fratboy smile, “naughty,” you tsk.
sukuna is lazily caressing and squeezing your thigh as he thinks of his next question. “what’s something you regret doing?”
this one has you stumped for it…“hmm I’ve lied multiple times to shoko and hime about being too busy to study, but I just didn’t wanna hangout.”
“why?” his brow quirks, body turning leaning his side against the couch, head propped up.
you shrug, “just didn’t wanna hangout. was tired, or just…didn’t feel like it…or you were over and I’d rather have…like sex with you.” you mutter the last part with a short shrug.
sukuna bites back a smirk, and pretends to think for a moment, glancing over your features before ruling, “nice.” then the mood shifts.
you bite your cheek, giving him a skeptical look, then proceeding, “what’s the last unhinged thought you had?”
“thought about fucking you…in the middle of the library when we were studying yesterday.”
your cheeks flush, eyes going wide, “what?? n-naughty, what the hell?”
his hand slowly drags up your warm thighs. “my turn,” he says lowly. “what’s a dirty turn on you’ve been getting lately?”
you swallow thickly, wetting your lip, “um…i’ve gotten turned on by your games.” his brow quirks, making you elaborate. “when you yell at the refs on the field, or at the other players.”
oh you’re naughty as shit, sukuna’s canines shine, “your pussy gets wet when I’m mad?”
you shift, “not mad, more like pissed off on the field.”
“so you do get wet?” he shifts closer, large palm between your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh. “that’s pretty naughty.”
you flush, shrugging him off with a little turn of your head, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, and unconscious action you do before biting the skin of your lip. “what about you?” you nudge him with your knee, as he practically leans over you.
“I get turned on when you do that,” he admits, eyes locked on your thumb on your lip. his cock stirs awake after a short nap, his own thumb comes up, replacing yours to rub the soft flesh. your lips part so easily. eyes doting up at his maintaining eye contact as he slowly pushes his thumb, pupils dilating as you close your pretty lips around his digit, sucking. “yeah, jus’ like that, baby.”
you gently hold his wrist, tongue pressing on the pad of his thumb. you’re slowly licking the digit, swirling your tongue around as if savoring the soft, but lewd action of sucking your fuck buddy’s thumb like it’s the most precious thing ever, the action so similar to the lewd obscene way you tongue his fat cock head.
“naughty girl,” he mutters lowly, wetting his bottom lip, unable to rip his gaze away from you as you start sucking his thumb more diligently and he’s enamored. his free hand hooks under the hem of your sweater, palm dragging up your warm skin to push the material over your the pretty gloves of your breasts. he bites his lip seeing them squeezed together as you hold his forearm with two small hands, sucking his thumb like a certified slut. “there ya’ go, pretty girl,” he retracts his thumb slowly, exhaling as he drags your bottom lip down, eyeing your tongue poking out, as you bat your pretty lashes at him. “god.”
your hand falls from his wrist to cup your breast, rubbing your nipple before tugging the now erect bud. sukuna rubs his thumb across your lips, hypnotized by your shameless action, until you’re honey dripped voice breaks his breathless exhales.
“am i naughty or nice, ryo?” you coo, and the man is immediately done for.
“you’re a fucking tease,” he lands a slap on your breast making you whimper, squirming. “i need to find out a little more,” his hand grabs at your hips, pushing himself between your thighs. your lips part, but he’s already hooking his fingers around your shorts, lifting your legs up easily manhandling you as he pulls the material off, and placing your legs back down.
your pussy flutters, as his large hand rubs your pelvis, thumb falling to your clit rubbing the nub in slow circles as he speaks, “do you ever think about being touched in public?”
your lips part, whimpering at the gentle pleasure, “n-no,” you shake your head.
he smiles, “really?”
you nod, “I don’t like it if someone sees,” you exhale, whining a little louder as he sinks a middle finger in your warmth. “only you should see.”
“I’m honored,” he snorts, but deep down his chest squeezes at the admission. he isn’t fully aware why he keeps thinking about touching you in public, you’re not even his to claim….but—
“you should be,” your legs spread further apart, perky nipples rising as you whine, “n-now put it inside me.”
sukuna smirks, ultimately giving in and shoving his chubby girth inside, knocking you asleep after a good rough fucking. but he’s kissing your ear as he mutters lowly, “I forgot to say…this game goes until christmas.”
you didn’t fully know what that meant until you, shoko, and utahime are walking around the winter village when you spot three familiar frat boys.
everyone in the frat has two feelings during the end of the year. the first one is excitement for the holiday party. but the second is remembering the week before the party, they have to work santa’s house at the winter village.
geto always leads the discussion every year, complaining about how weird it is that the university is so invested in this winter village, and how it’s a way for them to please their board members and how universities don’t care about their students anymore and it’s all just about real estate and money hungry billionaires, and they’re forgetting this is an educational institution, and all they do is force their students to follow their twisted student code of conducts, but immediately silence them when they say something the school doesn’t like — geto’s annual rant.
all of it, just to end with the boys filling out the spreadsheet for the week. the only beneficial thing about working the house and santa stands, is that their specific fraternity has one of the biggest alumni attending. he comes every year with his family.
he’s the same one that regularly gives out scholarships for their fraternity, also happens to be part of the university’s board of trustees, and donates high figures towards both the university and to delta alpha stride if they do events like this. similar to the halloween festival.
so of course, even the wealthy president gojo, forces his members, like the presidents before, to take as many shifts as possible in this week so if stride’s alumni happened to be taking his family through the winter village, they’ll see them working hard and won’t help but pull out his check book.
“I didn’t know billionaires can be gold diggers too,” shoko snorts once gojo finished explaining the reasoning behind their volunteering.
“I’m not a gold digger. I’m looking out for the frat’s best interests as their president sugar daddy!” he tsks.
geto shakes his head, “it’s all corrupt. and you haven’t been our sugar daddy since midterms since your dad cut your ass off, mr. president.”
the snowy haired president rolls his eyes, “whatever, that’s why we’re doing this shit, and I’m pretty sure you and sukuna are on those scholarships so suck it up.” now geto is rolling his eyes even more, just as sukuna clicks his tongue.
you were all huddled together, holding hot chocolates and coffee in the corner of the winter village. it was the first week of december so everyone was here, either shopping for the holidays, ice skating, or eating.
you, shoko, and utahime came after your classes, it was amusing seeing the boys in the distance, and gojo was moving his arms so animated and now you know why.
“if it’s every year, why are you guys complaining?” you ask, blowing cool air into your hot chocolate before taking a sip.
“exactly!” gojo adds. but geto and sukuna both slap gojo upside the head making him cry out almost spilling his hot chocolate.
“because this year, he’s making us do this fuckass skit!” sukuna scowls, getting onlookers to glance over at your group. but that had you and your two friends breaking out in laughter.
“a skit??” you all ask, and sukuna is shaking his head in disbelief that this is really his life right now.
“it’s actually a really good fucking idea if you think about it. it’ll happen every night at seven and it’s only like a five minute thing,” gojo continues. “it’s just a battle between santa and the grinch, and we fake fight with candy canes and santa uses the wishes of the good kids to fight, and the grinch uses the wishes of the bad kids, until the hot elves start cheering for santa, and obviously the crowd will start chanting for santa, and then he defeats the grinch. the end!”
“oh,” your eyes widen, making sukuna narrow his eyes at you along with geto.
“don’t be impressed,” they both huff.
you shrug, with a little smile, “it’s actually pretty good advertisement and the kids would love it. very simple storytelling, something very nice.” sukuna glares at you.
“that’s what I’m saying!” gojo jumps, making the other two men scowl at you. “and we’d be promoting our party at the end of the week with the hot elf chicks, but so far only one fucking sorority is helping, and they’re not even covering all the shifts!”
“why do they have to be girls?” shoko grumbles, shaking her head, taking out a smoke.
“only the ones that work with santa have too, it’s just how it is,” gojo huffs, then he looks at you three. you all shake your heads simultaneously. “what! cmon, it’ll be fun and it’s only a few hours a night, and we’d just need you guys on the first and last day.”
“as if!” utahime shrieks making gojo scowl.
“you should pay em,” sukuna interrupts. gojo’s eyes widen in fear because the three of you suddenly warm up to the idea in seconds. “they’re not part of a sorority, ‘s only fair.”
“s oNLy fAir,” gojo mimics lowly, “what happened to favors? friends?”
“we don’t come cheap either,” shoko adds.
and that’s how you found yourself dressed in a little elf costume. it was not overly sexual, considering this was a family event, but the elf dress was tight, and the hem was shorter than one would like, but the green sheer stockings made up for it. kinda.
santa’s house finally opened at the winter village the second week of december. almost everyone on campus was already mingling around. families walking around with their kids as they dragged them to the santa stands then finally to the main house.
and then there was sukuna…jaw tight, scowl permanent.
“this is giving some weird fuckin’ santa harem,” he tsks, glancing at you, shoko, utahime, and two other sorority elf girls, in the short elf costumes.
“it’s fine, santa just likes some eye candy when he’s working,” gojo laughs, fixing his beard as the line outside gets longer.
“ew,” you and your two friends grimace.
your eyes fall on sukuna again, dressed in an overly priced grinch costume, however modified where he was wearing custom grinch overalls and a red santa coat. his grinch mask is pushed over his head so he can breathe until the skit begins, which made him look like some male stripper with the way he isn’t wearing a shirt underneath the overalls, and he’s basically excuding sexual tension.
gojo steps outside with shoko and the other two elves so the kids can start sitting on his lap for wishes.
“are you gonna be the grinch the entire week?” you ask.
sukuna itches his arm under the jacket, “fuck no, me and geto are takin’ turns. and gojo and shoyo are taking turns with santa. the rest of the members are helping run the santa stands around the village.” sukuna’s eyes rack over you, licking his bottom lip in thought as he eyes the plush of your thighs in the green sheer stockings.
you glance down at your outfit, flatting the bottom of the dress, as if it’ll change the length of the thing, “it’s obvious men designed these,” you comment.
sukuna abruptly stands, towering over you in seconds, rough palms falling on top your santa hat tilting your head back to look at him. it’s lately been his favorite thing to do, bringing attention to your obvious height and size difference.
“do you like helping out?” sukuna asks, the tone easily telling you his line of questioning is similar to the ones throughout the week for the game naughty or nice.
you nod, “yes, it’s fun.” your mischievous smile makes sukuna quirk a brow at you. “and I’m getting paid.”
“so not out of the kindness of your heart? naughty list,” sukuna tsks, eyes falling to your chest pressing against the material of the dress with each breath you take. fuck. “yeah, just stay near the back when we do the skit,” he says, glancing between your eyes before one of the frat elves came to call everyone out.
it was funny.
the entire crowd was laughing as they watched gojo and sukuna, aka. santa and the grinch, battle each other. gojo was very happy about his part and dramatized much of his lines, while sukuna’s natural cold and grumpy attitude fit his character perfectly.
you and your friends did your best not to laugh, struggling to encompass the roles of the scared elves cheering for santa’s victory — along with the kids in the audience. the crowd grew by the minute, until the skit ended and all the actors lined up around the unconscious grinch on the ground and bowed.
the funny thing about what happened after, is yes, many kids still wanted to sit on santa’s lap, but another large majority also wanted to take pictures with the grinch. a few kids even saying they felt bad for the grinch because he was just lonely and wanted friends and didn’t deserve to lose like that. sukuna did his best to stay in character, all he was thinking about was his younger brothers when they were around these kids ages, so he didn’t want to ruin the secrets of Christmas for them.
but then something happened after.
sukuna was fucking livid. not because he’s having kids sit on his lap trying to cheer him up after his defeat, but because whenever he looked away from the kids, and found you. every single old greasy hair lossing dad was gawking at your pretty thighs or breasts! but not just the dads! multiple guys were eyeing down you and the elf girls like y’all were fucking strippers! even though that was the reason a majority of the elves working the front are girls, having them look at you though was stirring a unwanted feeling inside the grinch.
however, things only got worse when kids asked for the elves to be in the pictures too. you, utahime, and another elf kneeled beside santa, while shoko and the second elf stood on either side of santa and the kid.
the line only got longer after that.
they were rubbing it in his face. sukuna’s eyes narrowed every time some man brushed a hand over your hip as they took “family” pictures with santa and the elves. his leg would bounce erratically when he’d glance over and see a few guys on the lines taking pictures of you and the other girls.
gojo wasn’t complaining, because for the amount of college guys that were lining up for the hot elves, there was a similar amount of hot girls wanting to sit on santa and the grinch’s lap.
the frat president thought it was the best advertisement for their party too, giving invites to all the hot girls that sat on his lap; all the while sukuna was seething whenever some nerdy fucking otaku was wrapping his arm around you.
geto who was in charge of running the santa house as the main elf, for the night, and had to intervene when a few men started sneaking hands on the elves thighs, sukuna was close to throwing a kid off his lap when he saw some guy skim a hand on your thigh.
“what the fuck?” sukuna jumps after the kid gets off, grabbing geto by the collar. “your job is to fucking watch the girls.”
“I’m doing my best,” geto tsks, eyeing a few men he’d kicked out just now. sukuna bites his tongue letting go of his friend as he glares at a couple men.
either way, it didn’t stop sukuna from grabbing you forcefully, arm wrapped around your waist as you’re all leaving the winter village for the night.
“thank god you’re not working all week,” he grumbles, ignoring gojo and geto’s looks when he turns the street with you leading you towards the train station to your place instead of the frat.
“why?” you yawn, hugging your jacket tighter as sukuna keeps his arm around you.
“fucking weird fucks touching you and your friends,” he seethes remembering the creeps.
you hum in agreement, “yeah, that was disgusting,” you yawn again, unaware how livid the man really is until he has you bent over the couch, railing his chubby girth inside you. santa jacket stripped and grinch overalls down to his knees, as he cracks a rough hand on your ass, grunting in your ear with each sharp calculating rut.
but sukuna being inside you and pumping his thick creamy load in your gummy walls, didn’t light a bulb in your head.
instead, in the week of the santa house, you had no clue that in the last hour of the winter village, when most families were heading back home. girls were sitting on sukuna, geto, or gojo’s lap, purposely pressing up close and whispering the most foul things in their ears.
all for it to escalate the final night, when you, utahime, and shoko all stood in shock when you witnessed first hand, two girls straddling each of sukuna’s thick thighs, kissing his cheek over the mask for a picture.
it didn’t matter that his arms rested on the chair and not them, none of it mattered, because you couldn’t even keep count of all the girls that did that. even the men that sat on the athletes lap had you seeing red.
“what the fuck,” you mutter.
so maybe what happened a few hours later, when the long awaited holiday frat party was thrown back at delta alpha stride, and you all went straight from the winter village to the house in your costumes, it was inevitable.
sukuna was exhausted, rubbing his eyes and cracking his neck as you all got off the train and walked the few blocks to see the party already in full swing, but things didn’t take off until president santa and the vp grinch started throwing back shots and shouting in adrenaline, the party immediately cranked to a hundred.
everyone at this point had seen clips of their skit at the winter village, that they started placing bets on gojo and sukuna, making them play different competitions against one another throughout the night.
so as music was blasting off the walls, and people were dancing and grinding up on each other. gojo is slurring his words at this point, as he tries to catch up on the push up competition against sukuna who was huffing beside him, still pumping one after the other, completely drunk on adrenaline and liquor.
at the same time you were dodging men with shoko and utahime in your elf costumes, utahime spilling her drink on one for grabbing her waist from behind.
but with the events of the night happening one after the other, you couldn’t even have time to process what you felt earlier today. seeing those girls flirt with sukuna at the winter village: and now you’re being handed drinks with shoko as you both play beer pong against two other guys. your lips purse, grimacing as you throw back another shot as people around you cheer. drinking is the worst.
while more sorority girls started showing up in elf costumes and slutty santa fits, the party only got livelier.
it wasn’t new to a holiday party, especially the last one after finals. everyone goes all out and get’s shit faced. so by the time you were leaning against geto you finally notice sukuna and gojo standing out at the patio as a crowd forms around them.
then they flip at the same time.
sukuna’s body arches over the keg, muscles taut and gleaming under the string lights, veins standing out along his forearms and neck as he grips the tap. even upside down, he looks fucking effortless, strong, controlled, impossibly balanced. every line of him radiates power. his jaw is set, lips parted in a laugh he can’t quite hold back, hair falling forward in wild dark strands with every second he holds himself there.
beer sloshes over his chest, dripping down the sharp planes of his torso, but he doesn’t falter. his abs flex, tattoos glistening for everyone to see as he shifts just slightly to adjust, the raw masculinity of his strength undeniable, even while he’s drunk.
next to him is gojo, just as shirtless, and all chaos and laughs. his chest and cheeks just as flushed as his muscles flex, chugging the beer right beside sukuna. even for frat guys, their strength was shocking. people cheered for santa gojo, while another side cheered for sukuna the grinch. girls eye both men’s flushed and sweaty chests, especially at the bulge so obvious in their costumes.
then they drop together, sukuna lands with a soft thud, still laughing, chest heaving, eyes lazy and wild. gojo is cackling loudly, completely untamed. sukuna tosses his head back, hand running through his sweaty pink locks and wiping the beer from his chin with the back of his head. his laugh was unguarded, drunk and absolutely heart skipping.
when sukuna’s arm is being lifted in the air by another frat member, the crowd erupts with cheers as gojo tsks, stumbling just a bit as he argues.
and you see it all happen, and even when sukuna looks up, sharp eyes cutting through the crowd, you don’t waver when he shoots you a wink. dumbass.
at this point in the night, girls were lining up to take “santa pictures” with gojo and sukuna, this time much more explicit than the ones at the winter village as they crowd around the decorated section of the living room.
two girls jump on sukuna’s lap as another sits back on santa gojo beside him. and your very drunk mind isn’t able to control your simmering rage as you crush the solo cup in your hand when you witness them do the unthinkable.
in union, all three girls suddenly pull down their tops. huge tits spilling out right in front of the camera man, and both men.
sukuna and gojo — like the frat men they are — throw their heads back in laughter. sukuna’s face was flushed pink from the alcohol pumping through his veins. the girl on gojo’s lap, grabs his hands and puts them right on her chest, making him squeeze as she poses for the camera.
not a second later the girls on sukuna’s lap reach for his hands — which you don’t realize, haven’t touched a single girl that entire night— and you see red.
the alcohol was a hundred percent the catalyst for your unfiltered and uncontrolled reaction. and luckily for you, the man in question is just as fucked up, so when your hand is suddenly grabbing one of girls arm tugging it away from sukuna’s hand, all he can do is look up at you with a lopsided smirk.
“move. my turn.”
your eyes are lidded, narrowed at the girls as they scoff in disbelief, well until sukuna is dropping his thick legs letting them both hit the ground with a yelp. and for the first time in the night, sukuna opens his palm for a girl. “hop on.”
his hair is disheveled, overalls down at his waist showcasing his rippling abs and inked chest, skin sticky and hot, and lips glossed from the liquor.
your smaller hand clasps over his, holding it firmly, and climbing slowly onto his lap. it’s the same way you climb onto him when you’re about to ride his big fat cock, eyes low and heated as you shift your knees on either side of his muscular thighs, before settling your pretty ass right on his bulge. he immediately flushes, stirring inside his grinch overalls.
“if you wanted a picture so bad…i woulda let ya cut the line,” his deep eyes were glossed from the alcohol, hooded gaze falling over your lips, smirking up at you. you hum in disinterest, an ugly knot twisting inside you as you trace up his bulging biceps, feeling his hot skin under your palm.
the slow drag of manicured nails sends a cool shiver down the frat boys spine. his lips part with a confident exhale as you meet his eyes, tilting your head.
“you’d let me cut the line, with all those hot girls waiting?” you were so unbelievably drunk, your words were just flying out of your mouth. neither of you paying attention to the pledge who was asking you both to look at the camera, along with the girls huffing as they watched sukuna’s rub your thighs, sneaking his hands under your dress to grab at your thighs squeezing it possessively. he hadn’t laid a single finger on any of the girls, so why the fuck is he touching you? “would I have to pull down my top so you’d let me cut?”
sukuna stifled a laugh, “no, and I didn’t ask em to do that.”
you shrug, jaw clenching as you lean closer to the man, hand cupping his neck, making his head tip back with a carnal grin. “it’s disgusting.” you mutter against his lips, stealing his breath away with another chuckle from him. “would you rather have them topless on you or me?”
“you topless, for sure,” his cool response sends a flood of heat washing over you.
wow, the confidence. fuck.
gojo, who was sitting just a few inches away, gave you a surprised side glancing, overhearing your conversation. you guys were unbelievable.
“next girl!” gojo shrugs you both off, smiling wickedly as another hot brunette sits back on his lap, arm thrown over the presidents shoulder as she sticks her tongue at the camera. her other hand grabs at gojo’s face, kissing his cheek as he smiles proudly, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. arm wrapped tightly around the girl’s waist, feeling her curves.
and with these pictures, attracts more girls complaining about why you’re taking so long on the grinch’s lap. you guys weren’t even looking at the camera!
“you’re disgusting, you’d let all these guys see my boobs, then?” you mutter against his mouth, hot breaths mixing making him dizzy.
he grunts in short thought, before his hands are grabbing you firmer, cupping your ass under your dress, “nah….I’ll preserve y’r chasity.” his chin tilts.
“thought you said you wanted to fuck me in the library in front of an audience?” you’re surprised you can even remember his words with your drunk mind, but either way, the man bites back a smirk.
he swallows a thick moan, hooded gaze focused on you, “you said y’ wouldn’t like it,” he shrugs, biting his lip, “ so I’ll need something else in return.”
your chest is pressed to his sticky chest, fingers coiling in his hair as you raise a brow, “you said I can cut though.”
“yeah, but now I want payment,” his legs spread further apart, drunken mind groaning when he feels you shift firmly on his bulge, his own hips pushing up to feel you. fuck, he’s hard already? he seethes internally.
“I’m not taking my top off, ryo,” you scowl.
he scoffs, “i don’t want you doin’ that shit anyways, not with everyone here.” you flush at the direct admission, body reacting by pressing yourself closer to him, scratching his nape possessively, as if more girls aren’t getting even more livid at the pledge’s for holding up the holiday frat picture line, but it was all your fault, and they can see it, see the possessiveness dripping from your veins. “payment is a kiss.”
your lips part, amused. “easy.”
“but ya gotta kiss me like a good elf.”
his words immediately sink in, your skin burns, unaware that gojo has now finally gotten up, and has taken the responsibility of telling all the girls pictures are over. all the while, you’re sitting back, breath hot against his, holding his jaw firmly before pressing your lips against his.
the first contact made sukuna grip the flesh of your ass, fingers imprinting your skin, but then he’s groaning deeply when you start caressing his bottom lip, nibbling the flesh before going to his top lip.
you were meticulous, kissing his lips so lewdly, so possessively, so when his tongue finally joined, you showed just as much appreciation, if not more. you were taking the lead, tilting his head, pulling his hair, unaware that your lower body has started grinding down on his bulge. the arousal was seeping through the material of your panties, green pantyhose, and now his fuzzy overalls,
“fuck, you’re such a naughty fuckin’ elf,” he mutters between kisses, your tongue lapping his like a fucking puppy, humming in pleasure as the friction from your movement before you start humping his bulge a little firmer. stimulating your poor clit. “kissing the grinch,” his hand comes down on your ass, a few bystanders glance over in flushed embarrassment and jealousy, while most don’t notice, the music silencing anything else.
you smile against his lips, kissing them again and again, spitting in his mouth, before tracing the inside of his mouth with your tongue. his entire body was on fire, jaw numb as he kissed and grabbed you, completely oblivious to the party around him, entire mind and body consumed by you in a matter of minutes.
that’s until your started dry humping him a little quicker, mind slow to realize what you were both doing, as you enjoyed the pleasure it brought your clothed pussy. his head tilts back grunting when his hips bucked impatiently. but it wasn’t until one of your soft pitched moans pierced the air, did he notice the phone pointed at him from the corner of his eye.
“what the fuck!?”
you only blink when you’re suddenly falling back on the christmas couch with a yelp. sukuna lurches up, lunging at the phone and ripping it from the guy’s palm.
“the fuck were you doing?!” he barks, chest heaving and vision red.
“n-nothing, man,” the guy squeaks, sweating bullets as sukuna slams him to the ground, fist rising before geto is suddenly wrapping his arm around the vp’s neck.
“no fights!” his words are just as slurred, holding down a bile that threatens to crawl up his throat again.
sukuna tries to land a punch, but he was too drunk to aim, and his fist collides with the hard floor instead, right beside the guy’s face. “you fucking piece of shit! I’ll skin ya alive—delete whatever you recorded!” sukuna shouts, the entire crowd watching the man snap. you’re also watching in dumb shock on the couch, eyes wide as you see sukuna forcefully open the guys phone, scrolling to his photos.
everyone catches the darkness that crosses the athletes face, the red iris’ burning, and if it weren’t for geto and a pledge, sukuna would’ve killed the guy. he was seeing red, his jaw was taunt, deleting four videos this guy recorded of you dry humping him just minutes ago.
“get him out,” sukuna slams the phone into the ground after breaking the screen and shoving the guy back into the wall, nor pulling back any strength in his drunken state. “now!” a handful of pledges trip as they escort the man out of the frat.
sukuna sharply turns back to you, catching you off guard as your eyes widen. “did he—woah.” you gasp, suddenly stumbling up as sukuna lifts you to your feet, arm around your waist as he drags you up to his room, door slamming shut, rattling the entire house.
“what happened?” you stumble, just as sukuna is wrapping his arms around your back, hugging you to his chest as he kisses and sucks your neck.
“fucking holiday is full of fuckass creeps,” he seethes, hand bunching up your dress, and large palm cupping your clothed mound. “and now y’er fuckin’ soaked from humping my cock?”
you flush, hand holding his wrist as he wraps an arm around your waist, sitting back on his bed pulling you on his lap, “spread your legs,” his command comes with a nudge under your thighs. your brows pinch in heat, turning your face when your name cuts the air, silencing any protest as you whine lowly, spreading your legs open, back pressed to the man’s sweaty chest.
sukuna’s big arms are under your thighs, jaw tight. he brings both hands to your crotch, and easily tears the stockings open with a gasp. “I’ve decided,” he starts, exhaling as his forearm flexes, easily ripping your panties next, making you gasp, grabbing his wrist, “you’re on the fucking naughty list.”
“what’re you—wai!—“ you cry out as he plunges two fingers into your tight hole. every thought leaves your head once he starts stimulating your crying cunt. your back arches off his chest, squirming, until he’s cracking a hand on your inner thigh. “ryo—“ you cry.
“stay fuckin’ still,” he tsks, working two fingers rapidly, other hand sliding from your thigh to your clit, overstimulating you in seconds as he curls his fingers, already hearing the sloshing of your arousal in your pussy from his intruding fingers.
your nails dig into his arms, sliding down his lap with every squirm until he’s lifting you easily back in place, and keeping you stationed and opened for him. his head is propped over your shoulder as he watches you cry into his chest, toes curling as you start clamping around his fingers, gasping for air.
“yeah, cumming in five minutes. impressive, slut,” he tsks, watching your legs struggle to close as your orgasm washes through your body.
you’re trying to push his hands away now, but instead he’s dragging his fingers out popping them in his mouth sucking all the sweetness before pushing the digits near your mouth. “cmon I took all the honey off, so suck.”
“you’re fucking insane—“ he shuts you up with his fingers, other hand cracking down on your pussy.
“legs stay open.”
oh fuck, your core squeezes, chest hot as you suck on his fingers, whining around them as he rubs your puffy clit, running his fingers up and down your slit, purposely making a mess. something had taken him over. he doesn’t want to address why that weird fantasize of fucking you in front of people plagued his mind, but when he saw that phone, he couldn’t control his anger. the internal unspoken conflict of wanting people to know your his, but also not see you in that way.
maybe your words should mean more. you were only okay with him seeing you like this. was that why he was pissed that someone was recording?
“fuck,” he groans internally, pulling his fingers from your mouth to grab your jaw, you gasp for air before he’s crashing his lips on yours.
you whine, lips parting instinctively as he shoves his tongue in aggressively. he still has an arm wrapped under your knee, keeping you open as you buck into the air, whining pathetically. his finger still circles and traces your pussy lips. your mind was so high in the clouds. he’s biting your lip, and groaning again when he stuffs your pussy again.
“tellin’ me you don’t like people watching,” he grits, “but y’er humpin’ me like you’re in fucking heat.”
your brows pinch, choking on a moan when he starts stimulating your clit again, rubbing tight circles. “I—I don’t—and y-you’re the fucking naughty one. feeling up a million girls in a week.”
sukuna scoffs, curling his fingers inside making your moan pitch high, gasping again when he pulls out leaving you empty and then spanking your pussy in mean punishment. clit burning. “I didn’t fucking touch ‘em, and it was for pictures.”
your jaw slacks, eyes fluttering as he pistons his fingers at a brutal place, until you’re shaking and clawing at his arms. “yeah, there ya go,” his dark chuckle doesn’t conceal the simmering anger bubbling underneath. he was drunk, and you were barely holding on after two orgasms. but he didn’t care, “say something.”
you’re trying to close your legs, but he’s keeping you wide open like he owns you. “am I not touching you? s-sitting on someone’s lap is literally t-touching them,” you manage to choke out. words slurred as you turn your face, eyes heavy lidded as you glare at him. “you said the game goes till christmas, you can’t just end it early,” you huff.
his jaw sets, eyes locked on your lips. words leaving your lips, and body reactions delayed as he eyes your flushed expression. “humping me for videos vetos, so y’er on the fucking naughty list.”
“no you are!” you squirm trying to turn in his lap, but instead he’s standing up and tossing you on the bed. you land on your back, pushing yourself up to glare at him but—“wha!” you gasp as the man drags you to the edge of the bed and rips the rest of your pantyhose off, and then flipping you on your stomach.
“fucking elves shouldn’t talk back,” he spits, pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees, flipping your dress over your ass —spank! “you understand?” spank!
your eyes bulge, tears pushing against your waterline. and your pussy is fucking leaking, asshole twitching right under his gaze making him flush all over.
you here the clanking of his overalls behind you. you turn your head and try to sit up again, “elves only listen to santa, not that grumpy ass grinch. so maybe bring satoru up and I’ll follow orders.”
his movements stop momentarily, sharp eyes finding yours and you can almost see the way his red irises disappear, dark pupils dilating at the suggestive comment.
you shrug, unaware how that one comment has set the man in ravels internally. “you want satoru up here?”
“he’s santa,” you wave dismissively, drunk mouth yapping.
his overalls clank to the ground followed by his boxers, leaving him completely nude, abs clenched and still sticky from alcohol and sweat. his monster cock is flushed red, tanned tip oozing pearls of clear cum. his heavy filled balls sway as he steps over his clothes, kicking them aside, cock bobbing under the weight of his size, unable to fully stand up. your thighs clench as you eye the dangerous meat and the thick trail of hair from his belly button down to what you want most.
“I’ll get ya to follow my orders,” he utters behind clenched teeth, he pokes his cheek with his tongue, pressing one knee on the mattress, hand dragging down his abs, scratching the hairs that lead him to the thicker, sweaty, groomed pubes that decorate his base. he grabs himself and shaking his thick cock knowing exactly what he’s doing, because your eyes are now glued to him. cheeks hot, and mouth drooling as you see him wet his cock with his pre cum, spitting in his hand and bringing it back to his cock, jerking himself of with slow, tight twists.
your hand was pressed to the mattress, “ryo..”
sukuna’s head tips back, eyes fluttering and thick brows scrunching— oh fuck, he groans. he’s really pent up, his hand bringing relief to the hot girth.
you pout sitting up. your jealousy simmering inside as you see him relieving himself when you’re right there! you crawl closer to him, sitting pretty on the bed in front of him, hand touching his thigh, batting your lashes up at him. “ryo?” you caresses his muscular thigh, tracing the large inked band that wraps around the limb.
sukuna is still jerking his fat cock right in front of your face, you can feel the heat from it, eyes flicking up to his eyes watching him exhale a grunt. you whine, jaw setting as he ignores you, you watch more pre leak out of him.
you huff, calling his name again, but he ignores you again, focusing on his own relief, but he hears you shuffling in front of him, then a zip, and light toss.
you completely strip, settling back on the bed and inching close and rubbing his thigh again so he can give you attention now. “stop ignoring, cmon,” you dig your nails in to his thighs, frown deepening as his jaw slacks, groaning once he twists around his tip, thumb rubbing the slit of his engorged tip, making his entire body jerk, until the first spurt of cum shoots out of his tip.
“shit,” he hissed , “fuck!!”
his hand falls on your head, as you suck your lips around his tip drinking up his cum and moving his hand away to milk his cock for more. you moan around him, sending shivers down his spine, bracing your head against him as you swallow more of his cock, bopping your head before pulling out, and moving your face down. “shit,” he grits, eyes lidded as your tongue hangs out, and licks a strip from heavy balls, up, up, up to his tip, tongue circling the bulbous tip, jerking his base, quicker. you moan as you squeeze your hand up until his abs are clenching and shooting more cum.
your throat bobs as you swallow every drop, ignoring the bitter taste because of the amounts of alcohol he’s consumed. your tongue laps over his tip until he’s pressing your head back.
you pull of, licking your lips, doe eyes dotting up at him in satisfaction, brushing his happy trail like a fucking minx. your manicured nails move around the thick hairs brushing it as you wait for him to finally meet your eyes. your cheeks flush, expression brightening at the attention.
he scoffs, chest still heaving, cock still half-hard, he cups your jaw. “so yer gonna listen to me?”
your eyes glance over his flushed features, ears red, and body hot. “let’s jus’ fuck.”
the click of his tongue slices the air. he then grabs your wrist that was touching his treasure trail, pulling it away, and tilting your face up so he can bend down. “we’re gonna fuck, but I’m not gonna fuck you like a nice princess.”
your eyes narrow, “I wouldn’t expect that from some ass that’s always been on the naughty list.”
you visibly see the cord snap behind his eyes. in seconds you’re being flipped onto your stomach again, wrists caged behind your back, and a sharp spank hitting your ass. “fucking think you’re perfect?”
your body squirms, whining into the sheets as he lines his engorged tip to your entrance, hand grabbing your waist as he pulls you back, slamming the entire girth in, hitting your cervix.
“fuahh!” you cry out, words falling off your tongue as sukuna pounds your poor cunt like it personally attacked him…which it did. you’re gasping with every drag of his cock, and every spank from his cruel hand. all of it a punishment as if it wasn’t making your pussy clamp around him every time, and gush another flow of syrupy arousal. “nghhh r-ryo, I’m ahh—”
sukuna scoffs as you try to speak, tightening his grip on your bound wrists, pressing it against your lower back making you arch painfully. you whine louder, unable to stop the itch that grows bigger inside you. “still don’t wanna listen t’me? still think yer gonna get a nice fucking—not only are ya on the naughty list…but you’re letting the grinch fuck your brains out.”
drool slides down your chin as you push back, meeting his thrusts with your own neediness. sukuna groans watching the way your ass ripples with each loud clap. “such a bad fuckin’ ngh girl.”
your thighs tremble as you feel the comings of another orgasm. your wrists struggle in his single grip, whining louder, moans getting pitcher and more pathetic as you do the worst possible thing—
“please…nhh ryo, please, let go,” you’re crying and whimpering, almost like your body wasn’t clenching around him for more.
however, sukuna’s unchecked laugh only solidifies the only possible way out is to, “beg a little more. the grinch can be nice if the naughty girl does what she’s told.”
if you weren’t so cockdrunk, you probably would’ve felt his evil smirk behind you, but you couldn’t, and ultimately your glossy lips are parting as you start babbling incoherent nonsense, the little alcohol left in your system fueling you with a mix of “ryo…please…please ngh fuh-wanna cum…cum cumming!—“
his insistent pounding had your vision going white, jaw slack as your pitched cries pierce the walls like a dirty angel.
his grip finally loosens around your wrists, letting them tuck beside you as you fall to your side, arms stretching above you as sukuna lifts your leg, slotting himself again.
“still needa empty the grinch’s sacks,” he snorts, guiding his tip back into your overstimulated hole, and pushes your leg higher, practically hugging it over his shoulder as he slams backs in.
your entire body is on fire, back arching high off the bed you almost felt like you were floating. all senses and rationality flew out the door once he began using all two hundred pound weight of muscle behind each thrust. your moans punched out with a cry, tears breaking as your nails dug into the sheets. sukuna was beyond gone. pupils blown to black as your moans fueled his stamina.
his beefy arms hugged your thighs, hand managing to slip to crack more spanks on your ass. “fuckin’ elf squeezin my dick like it’s abouta snap—haah fuck fuck s’ hot.”
the man hadn’t fully realized how gone he was, until he dropped your leg and pushed himself between your legs letting them lock around his toned waist, before shoving his length back inside your spasming walls, for the home stretch.
“you like getting fucked like this? crying like a dumb little elf,” he scoffs, licking your lips with his messy tongue, a loud rumble shakes his body as he groans. your lips part with every thrust he gives you, arms on either side of your head as he pounds into you. a hot moan leaves his mouth, “words, elf.”
“I’m not c-crying,” you choke, blown gaze glossed over, and face hot as your nails scratch down his back. your head flies back, whining louder until he’s pushing himself up, hands pressed under your thighs. his eyes watch every tear that runs down your pretty cheeks, every clench of your stomach, until his thrusts get sloppier and uncoordinated, and he’s finally groaning like the beast he is—
“shiit, gonna shoot my load,” his voice strains slightly, gasping as you clamp around him, trembling from your own orgasm that makes his hand crack on your ass.
“ryo!” you cry, his thumb falls on your clit rubbing harsh circles, sliding so deep inside you feel him warm up your tummy, until he’s stilling, back arched forward, his calloused palm falls flat dwarfing your stomach and with one last half thrust, he’s dumping thick creamy white cum in your pretty cunt.
“fuckfuck—“ he’s chanting lowly, pressing down on the tummy bulge, feeling his cock empty inside you, as your hand wraps around his wrist, gasping and trembling like a cute little thing. with a few more thrusts, milking the last bits, he pulls out. your legs are shaking desperately, whining when he watches his thick cum start to spill out. “would you rather get stuffed by the grinch or santa?”
you’re still catching your breath, tears dried on your pretty cheeks as sukuna rubs your thighs, then your stomach again, until he’s hovering over you.
your glossy lips part, drool dried on your chin as you gaze up at the man like a fucked out princess, “the grinch.”
it wasn’t a surprising answer, but it still had sukuna’s muscles relaxing and his dimples press into his cheeks as he smiled, leaning down to kiss your neck over and over, hugging your waist.
“you were so good for me, I’ll ask santa to move ya to the nice list,” he teases, alcohol still pumping through him.
you make an incoherent noise, almost like a whine. you then exhale softly, exhaustion seeping into your bones, before your pretty mind-numbing beautiful lips part, and you’re whispering softly, soft hands brushing his bicep as he continues kissing and licking your neck. “s’ fine,” you sigh, eyes heavy, “I’ll stay on the naughty list…with you.”
and maybe if either of you were just a little bit more sober, you’d think a little more about what you meant by that. but instead he’s crashing beside you, tucking himself against your back.
however, that didn’t seem it was the end of the night. it wasn’t until the next day when the boys were cleaning up downstairs and gojo dragged sukuna’s ass out of bed to help — leaving you still passed out in his warm sheets — did he find out a little bit more.
all the members were hungover, including sukuna, cleaning up the wreck of a house, and just like after most parties, everyone was recalling different things, piecing together the night. as for this particular one, the events were timelined including sukuna’s appearance towards the end of the party, which he had very small recollection of.
so in gojo lovely words, everyone had heard him fucking you to oblivion upstairs, which wasn’t anything new, but then afterwards sukuna’s drudging down. nails marked his back and arms, a sheer layer of sweat over his entire body, and only wearing a very loose pair of sweats, with his bulge very prominent and smelling entirely of you, did more info come out.
gojo’s drunk ass stumbled to see sukuna grabbing water from the kitchen, asking if he wanted to do another competition, when sukuna brushed him off, and quite literally explained in detail why he couldn’t, and that included: a pretty elf girl sleeping naked in his bed upstairs waiting for him after he stuffed her pretty pussy full of his cum, as she cried for him. so he can’t stay down long because he needs to kiss her to sleep, and he won’t let santa’s bitchass near her.
the room fell silent. and sukuna was frozen for a second, just a brief moment, until he’s scoffing. “fuck off,” before turning the vacuum on.
either way, when they finished cleaning up, he dragged his hungover ass back up to his room. body heating up once he saw you still passed out, blanket falling to your waist as you slept on your side, face pressed to the pillow as gentle breaths left your pretty lips.
he pushes down the feeling of his stomach flipping at the sight of you, or the way his chest heats up. instead he quietly slips back into bed, arm wrapping around your warm torso, letting your warmth pull him back to sleep.
“you made a pretty elf,” he mutters against your neck, pulling your fast asleep ass back to his chest.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: happy holidays to anyone that celebrates!! I’m actually muslim so I don’t celebrate christmas, but I loveeee the winter villages in my city so I was inspired by that! i hope u guys enjoyed it!!
Tags - Dubious consent, morning wood, exhibitionism, PIV, breeding kink, identity reveal, fucking you in the same bed his friends are sleeping in lmao
It had been three days since infiltration. An assassination mission. One that saw the five of you holed up in some sad, little shack in the countryside, just waiting for your target’s car to pass by.
So far? No dice...and the temperature was only dropping by the minute.
Your shack hadn't come with heating. By the way the warmth had been all but leeched out of the room come nightfall, you could hardly convince yourself it had come with walls to fucking begin with.
Exhausted and freezing, you'd climbed into your shared sleeping space first. The five of you would sleep huddled together tonight...like a grade school slumber party or some shit.
Needless to say, you'd woken up at various points throughout the night when the boys shuffled into their sleeping spots. Their larger frames suffocated you. And before you knew it, you were squished in between two of the fuckers. Face squeezed into the gap in between one of their scapulae while a different man’s humongous leg pushed between your own.
You roll your eyes.
If the boys wanted you to stop complaining, they should really learn to stop manspreading the minute they walked into a fucking room.
Again, you wiggle in your little bubble of room, trying to straighten out your limbs to no avail.
When, suddenly....
A twitch. It's small, and you feel it against your hipbone. The man behind you—it's impossible to tell which—makes a weak, sleepy noise, before a giant, heavy arm flops over your side.
Instantly, you pout.
Well, fuck, you think, looking at the offensive limb, He just made it worse!
Minutes pass. Quiet snoring resounds against your ear. You roll your eyes, wincing at a pinch in your hip. Unable to sit still, you shove at the man in front of you—unintentionally bracing yourself against the one behind.
"C'mon," you whisper to yourself, feeling a pair of hipbones dig themselves into your ass.
Suddenly, the man behind jerks, and the snoring stops. The arm laying on your side fumbles over your soft stomach, before weakly (and purposefully) grabbing your hip.
A groan.
A low, involuntary groan resounds from behind you. And before you can even try to apologize for rousing him, you feel it.
Pulsing.
Something hard, hot, and pulsing twitches against your ass, and suddenly, the tiny muscle spasm you felt earlier doesn't seem so innocent after all.
Immediately, you freeze, blood positively rushing to your face.
The man—whichever one it was—notches his hips up against you once, twice. Slow, stunted thrusts that shift his thigh against the area between your legs, incidentally waking your body up in a different sense of the word.
His hand is tight where it grabs onto your hip. And so are his muscles. He shifts again and again, until you feel the unmistakable outline of something long and firm squished against the cleft of your ass...
You gasp at the feeling of his full length. And unfortunately, the small sound is enough to pull the man out of his dreams.
All of a sudden, he pauses in his ministrations, and you hear his head shift against the blankets. He exhales, low and restrained. His fingers tense against your hip.
Undoubtedly, he's looking at where his hard cock indents your plush ass. Confused.
His stomach rises and falls against your back.
You stay silent and still....yet you can feel it.
Your pussy pulsing with every beat of your heart, body preparing to be split open and bred. In your mind, you have a second of doubt.
Which person was laying behind you?
Was it Ghost?
No, your mind tells you, There's no way he'd submit to such a bodily reaction--not even in his sleep.
The Captain, maybe?
Probably not, you think, The Captain's older. Responsible. There's too much liability...thinking about one of his own soldiers like that. It would be a scandal. Unthinkable.
Gaz?
Well....maybe. There was that one time a few months ago, when the team had gone out for drinks. One thing had lead to another, and before you could stop yourself, you and Gaz were kissing.
“Just as an experiment,” he'd told you. It hadn't gone any further, but....Kyle would have been willing to push the boundaries.
What about Soap?
Huh...Probably the most likely. Johnny couldn't keep his hands to himself if he tried—let alone in his sleep. You'd seen him walk around the barracks. You had half a mind to think he liked forcing you to look at his morning wood during the officer’s brief.
At that, your mind comes screeching to a halt. Whichever man it was—whoever's cock was nudging up against the crest of your cunt—wasn't waiting on you to decide if he was worthy or not.
He, too, was frozen there. Unmoving. Heart thundering. Body...aching.
And helplessly, you sit there, wetness gathering in your panties.
One breath.
Another.
The materialized cloud of his air wafts over the back of your neck.
All the possibilities wash over your mind like a bucket of ice cold water, until...
Something inside of you—something that was pure instinct, not rationale—breaks.
You swallow...before you push your ass back into his lap. Just a small push. Just a little bit. To test the water.
His lungs hitch. His fingers clench when the dimples of your back brush against his cock head.
You fall still once more, waiting for the man to retaliate.
He thinks, the gears of his mind turning.
Seconds pass.
Until...
He thrusts his hips forward in pure, decisive want. Instantly, two, thundering breaths are punched from both of your lungs, hips jumping into action as you grind and push against one another.
The sound of your gasp echoes around the room. The man behind you doesn't even tell you off for it. He only slings his arm around your stomach, yanking your ass back against his cock hard enough to nearly bruise you.
With one hand, you grab onto the pillow. And the other intertwines with the fingers splayed against your stomach. His digits are cold and long, knuckles dusted with small spots of hair. You brush over them, feeling their courseness.
You wonder if his hair feels the same on his stomach. Or, perhaps, below his belt.
At the thought of it—of being given what he's denied you so far—you mewl. And that....
Well, that seems to shatter the final thread of restraint he had left.
He shoves your hand off of his, pulling back to fumble with his pants. You don't need to be told twice. Without even speaking—without even knowing which of your goddamn coworkers is about to fuck you raw, on the clock, right next to three of his best friends—you push your pants down to your ankles.
Instantly, warm hands envelop the globes of your ass, squeezing them hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Instinctively, you whine at him, almost as if to say, "hurry up. I need you."
He takes the message for what it is, and then, one giant hand ghosts between your thighs and fondles at your folds...two big fingers brush from your clit to your asshole, trying to gauge if you're wet enough to take him just yet.
The sensation of it—burning and unbearable—makes you arch your back. And before you know it, your face is pressed into the back of the other man in front of you, hiding your flushed cheeks against his musculature....as if he were a pillow for you to bite instead of a human being.
Your man sucks in a low breath. His hands make a purposeful shift.
And then you feel it.
His leaking cockhead swiping between your folds, gathering drops of slick across his length. You jolt, grabbing fistfuls of the other man's shirt just to ground yourself, before he pushes forward, and the ruddy, thick head pops inside of you.
"Mhm—“ you moan, fingers twitching with anxiety when the other men jostle in their sleep.
"Shh—shh," your man urges, sounding no less terrified himself.
But, by the way he slowly sinks into your pussy, calm and controlled, you could almost convince yourself he didn't care about it.
Your back goes straighter and straighter with each inch of him that you take, your fingers wringing tighter and tighter against your human pillow. When he bottoms out, you can't help but mewl underneath your breath. The sound of it is muffled in the blankets.
"Shh," he reprimands you sternly, but his hands speak a different tune.
They wind up and under your thermal layers, drawing soothing lines down the length of your spine. Inside you, he's secure and filling, surrounding you on all sides.
Oh, he's a sweet one, you suddenly realize, Sweet and kind and just as embarrassed as you are.
Flustered, you reach down to hold hands with him again. Two of your fingers are swallowed up in just one of his. Slowly, you pull his hand up the length of your stomach, pushing it into your breast.
You think you hear him stifle a small chuckle at the needy gesture.
Please. Please. Touch me here. I promise not to squeal this time. I promise.
He does as you ask, squeezing your tits between easy rocks of his burly hips.
"God," you whisper to him, flinching when his prick pushes past your cervix, "B—Big..."
"Mm," he mutters back to you, and you feel facial hair tickle your skin when he presses a wet kiss to the back of your neck. The feeling of his tongue, so hot and so slick, makes you whine, backing onto his length as far as you possibly can.
And for a few minutes, it goes on like that. Him, giving you low, short thrusts, biting the shape of his canines into the flat of your neck. And you, sweating and desperate, clinging to one man's shirt like you'd die without it, while another one ruts against your ass like a wild animal.
It's horrible.
Horrible.
Wrong.
Shameful.
Awful.
Amazing.
Minutes pass, and with every second you spend here, like this...
Naked cunt bared for the random man sleeping on your left, pleading for him to stick his cock inside of you, and fuck you full of his cum...
Sweat mingling on each other's bodies, his strong knuckles squeezing your breasts like a lifeline...
His hips moving faster and faster, body baring down on you like two hundred pounds of raw muscle...
It only becomes more apparent what you really are.
A woman too needy to even ask the name of the man that fucks her. And him, a man who's looking for somewhere to dump his seed—someone to carry on his DNA until he learns how to be a better man...until he learns how to control himself long enough to take the poor girl on a date first.
You're just that.
Just two animals panting in the dark, chasing after the aching need to breed and be bred.
Your breath hitches on a whine, and you feel him start to thrust faster, harder. His hips clap against the back of your thighs, but the sound softened is by the blankets. Yet, the feeling of your slick bubbling up around his length is anything but muted. No, it's damning and hot, sticking between your legs and dripping down his aching balls.
Suddenly, he makes a gruff noise, and his hands wrench dangerously into your flesh when he begins to pound into you as hard as he can manage without waking the others.
You gasp, but quickly cover your mouth, frame bouncing while he pounds into your abused cunt again and again.
"Oh—god," you manage, face forcefully shoved against the other man's back when a pointed thrust sends you grabbing for purchase.
"Shh," he says again, louder this time. There's urgency in his voice, and you can feel him leaking inside of you.
"Please," you beg all too loudly, tears staining your human pillow's shirt.
"I'll give it to you," he whispers back, "You'll get it, love. Keep your legs open, just—keep your legs open."
The sound of his voice, low, and soft, and kind—just like his hands—remind you again of who he is.
Someone warm.
Someone soft.
Someone kind and decisive.
Someone who...can't control himself.
Someone who's at the end of his rope, so desperate to fill your womb he doesn't even notice when his nails draw blood from the crux of your hip.
Within an instant, his whispering chokes off into a low, throaty noise. And before you can even cry out, he yanks your body into his—pulling your hands out of the other mans shirt before the rush of your climax threatens to wake him up.
Before your pussy can push him over the edge, he wrestles your arms into submission against your chest, pinning your wrists between your sweaty tits with only one hand of his own.
At the sudden aggression, you gasp. But just when the sound begins to hit the walls of the shack, he grabs you around the jaw and shoves your lips closed, wiggling his thumb into your mouth to give you something to focus on....
To give you something to suck on, something to keep you quiet while he holds you down and breeds your throbbing cunt, just like he knows you needs.
Saliva slips between his big fingers.
Your body rides the high of your orgasm, feeling his cock twitch and spurt between your folds.
His stomach—strong and masculine—heaves against your back, remnants of his voice present with every huffing breath he releases. Like that, you ride out your releases, until your bodies are loose and unwound, all too sticky for their own good.
Slowly, the man pulls his thumb out of your warm mouth. It makes a lewd popping sound, and You can feel strands of your own spit hanging between your swollen lip and his calloused fingertip.
"Thank you," you whisper, loathe to let him pull out now that he's fully inside of you.
"Mm," he gives you another kiss against your neck, just as reluctant to leave.
Without the distraction of sex, a burning awkwardness begins to creep up on you. It doesn't seem to infect the man inside of you, but still, you find that you have a sudden need to know his name...to know which man you won't be able to face come tomorrow morning.
"What's..." you begin, but stutter, "Which...one are you?"
It's a stupid question, and it elicits a low laugh out of the man behind you.
"It's John," he tells you...
...rather unhelpfully. Your body bristles, unblinking.
"Which...John?"
At that, he inhales lowly. You feel his length shift inside of your swollen body when leans up on his elbow, bending over to tuck his chapped lips against your ravaged, spit-slick mouth.
His tongue dances with your own, demanding and all-consuming. Against his prickly skin, you can smell cologne and aftershave, a scent that will stick to you long after you wake up in the morning.
"John," he murmurs, bending down to suckle on your lip once more, "John Price."
Instantly, you freeze beneath him.
Price.
John Price.
Captain John Price. Your boss. The man who'd hired you, and who was nearly old enough to be your goddamned father. That John Price.
"Oh..." you mumble, at a loss for what to say.
What was that earlier? About a scandal?
Forget scandal, this was a clusterfuck of near career-ending proportions. If any of the men heard—if they knew what John had done to you...
If the man on your other side had felt you clinging to his raggedy shirt while his captain fucked you within an inch of your life…
Forget how badly you wanted it or how hard you'd worked to convince him to drop his pants, they'd court martial him without a second thought.
He should have known better, they'd say, Than to bend to the will of the one girl he couldn't have.
At the thought, your breath stutters, and suddenly, his weight against you feels like a more precious gift than you ever could have deserved.
He chuckles, pulling you out of your reverie.
"Forget how to talk, did ya?" he mutters, "Thought you needed it, girl. Don't go gettin’ shy on me now."
"M'not," you pout, worry crawling up your spine.
He tries to pull away, but you grab his hand before you can go, pressing his palm to your mouth to give it a small kiss.
At that, he inhales, deigning to lay back down and let you mess with his fingers for as long as you please.
What feels that hours passes then. You, brushing over the hair on his knuckles, and him, running his free hand up and down your bare stomach.
"Let me go, baby," he whispers into your hair, "The lads'll be waking up soon. Need to pull out...before they see."
He doesn't even wait for you to respond before he shifts backwards, his length sliding out of you before you can prepare yourself. Instantly, a flood and slick and semen rushes out of you. But before you can yelp at the lewd sensation, John reaches down and hurriedly pushes two fingers back into your fluttering hole, securely plugging his release inside of your needy cunt.
"Shhh—shush," he reprimands, his other hand poised over your lips like he was ready to shut you up at a moment's notice, "I've got you. M'not going nowhere, love. I promise."
"You promise?" you find yourself mewling, emotional all of a sudden.
"Mm-hm," he says, "Only if you make me a promise in return..."
"Anything."
At the way you reply to him, easy and without hesitation, you swear you can see him smile through the cloak of darkness in the room.
"Promise me," he begins, "That you won't let me leak out of you. Think you can manage that, love?”
Almost as if you needed the extra context clue, he pushes his finger in and out of your cunt, no doubt coating his finger in the curious mess of your two fluids.
The feeling of it is overwhelming, and before you can think better of it, you collapse into his frame behind you, and bashfully nod your head.
"Good," he whispers against your cheek, "Good girl."
With that, he pulls away from you all too soon, retreating into his own mess of blankets and pillows. You feel cold without him, mourning the loss of his body heat. You cross your legs for good measure.
"Better keep your promise," he warns, "Or else I'll have to check your panties in the morning. Make sure you know how to follow orders."
His words curl around you like a blanket, and with a secret smile, you cuddle back into your sheets, all but content to fall back into sleep...
Until, that is, the man on your other side shifts.
You freeze.
He makes a noise before he sits up, sniffling in the cold. You peak one eye open, glancing at his face.
Kyle.
Oh god, it dawns on you, and you yank the blankets over your face before he can see that you're awake.
Sleepily, Kyle paws at his clothing, untwisting them so that the hems lay in their proper places. However, it doesn't feel quite right against his skin...And when he touches his side, he finally knows why.
"The fuck...?" he whispers to himself—or so he thinks—as he pokes his fingers through a pair of large holes that have shredded the fabric on his side and back.
The blankets shift as he looks this way and that, scanning the room for a possible perpetrator.
But, all that remains are three snoring men and one dozing woman. All too innocent and trusted to have done such a thing to his precious shirt.
So, with little more than a frustrated sigh, he flops back into his spot, readjusting the cushion under his head.
He thinks he heard the Captain stifle a laugh—sleep talking again, no doubt—before he falls back into the clutches of the dream world once and for all.
18+ Mean!gumi making sure you don’t trash talk him again. ✧.*
Your boyfriend could be so mean sometimes.
All you wanted to do was tease him a little, be funny and make him laugh while he was gaming with Yuuji. It wasn’t even anything crazy, really. Just some variations of “Your aim sucks!” “Get good noob.” or “You’re so bad at this game, Megumi.” But he just had to take it to heart.
Megumi was ignoring it all, didn’t even move a muscle while he was playing, but he definitely registered everything you said. You thought he couldn’t hear you, speaking up and saying a few more stupid things. When the game was over, he excused himself for a moment and took his headphones off—really, really slowly. What a naive girl you were, hopping off the bed and skipping over to him, all whimsy and joy, ready to embrace him.
The whimsy was knocked out of you quite fast when he had your back arched perfectly on his bed, face shoved into the mattress and one of your arms bent behind your back, holding you in place as he bullies his cock inside of you. “You think you’re soo funny, huh? Wanna call me bad again?”, he grits out through his teeth, hips slamming into yours repeatedly.
You stammer out apologies like an idiot, drool already collecting at the corners of your mouth thanks to him hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. Your body wants to writhe and move so badly, but it can’t. His grip on you was mean, making sure you’re running absolutely nowhere. “Don’t even try to get away now. You wanted to shit talk me so badly—nghh, so deal with the consequences.” His hips snap against yours even harder now, knocking sweet, high pitched squeals out of you.
His bed is creaking with every movement and the sound of his hips smacking against yours bounces off the wall in beautiful harmony with your frantic whines. An occasional smack! against your ass joins in too.
Megumi forgot his ongoing game with Yuuji quite fast while trying to make sure you don’t trash talk him again.
“Hey…Megs? You still there, bro?”
He might’ve forgotten to put his mic on mute as well.
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All characters are depicted as 18+!
AN! Ik this is ooc but stay with me now…need that (yes this is kinda inspired by Megumi holding Kirara down, so what?)
yuji had a problem—his greed was through the roof.
as many kisses, hugs, and gifts you gave him, it was never enough. he loved your undivided attention, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. so, when you were on the phone with kugisaki, expect yuji to be right there with you.
you lie on your side, your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear, yuji's head on your stomach, his thick arms wrapped around your back. you didn't mind at all, hell, you took the opportunity to play with his hair. he wasn't asleep, just using you as a body pillow.
as the conversation went on, he started getting touchy—he laid kisses on your stomach, as one of his hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass. you were used to that though; but when he started placing wet kisses below your navel, that's when you shot him a soft glare.
"yuji," you whispered, "not now."
he looked up at you blankly, still placing kisses. cheeky. when you removed your hand from his hair, he stopped. he moved up more so his head was in your chest. his hand moving to your hip; rubbing tight circles there. he was trying to break your focus, and it was working a bit.
at some point, you weren't fully registering kugisaki and what she was saying; asking her to repeat things she said because yuji's hands had slipped under your sweatshirt and squeezed your breasts, or it had slid under your pants and started groping you gently.
"yuji."
"what? i wanna touch you."
you sighed softly once more, continuing to let yuji do as he pleased. you had a feeling kugisaki was getting suspicious, but she didn't say anything. she just kept going on about her shopping experience in tokyo.
his kisses trailed up your neck to below your ear, across your jaw, and finally—your lips, cutting you off mid-sentence much to your surprise. the kiss was sweet. everything about yuji was with sweet intention.
when kugisaki noticed you stopped talking and sounded like you were being smothered, her voice rang out over the phone. "itadori!"
he groaned, kissing you harder to drown out her voice. "stop being rude. you're bothering us."
"you're inturrupting our alone time, kugisaki." her voice didn't need to be put on speaker for yuji to hear her; she spoke loud enough.
yuji bit his lip—kugisaki was right, unfortunately. you sat there watching them go back and forth until yuji hung up on her mid-sentence. it was much to your disappointment, not-so-much surprise. "yuji-"
"can i have a kiss?"
you blinked. "i just let you have one."
"yeah, but she interrupted it. therefore it's not an actual kiss."
"that doesn't make sense."
"kiss me."
"do you just want an excuse for a kiss?"
"yes." he hooked your leg around his hip.
"yuji."
he puckered his lips. you roll your eyes and sigh, kissing him like he wanted. he'll always find a way to sabotage you and when it doesn't work in his favor, he'll always find a way to make sure it will. you both know he was too cute to just turn down like that.
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