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i think a lot about vampire subs. like fucking a vampire who's so fucking hungry and desperate but they aren't allowed to feed until you tell them so. normally they could snap you like a twig but they wanna be good for you so bad. edging them until theyre desperate to cum and to feed, just whining nonsensically as they mouth at your neck with their fangs just barely above the skin, trying so hard to hold back they tear up. mocking them for supposedly being so terrifying and powerful but they are crying and begging just for the privilege of drinking from you. and then when you finally tell let them bite down you fuck into them hard and they cum as they drink from you, moaning uncontrollably, and you watch as your blood literally fills their body and makes them flush so prettily. so yeah we need more vampire subs please
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You and coworker!Sukuna hook up after your company’s annual holiday party, and accidenly join your work zoom meeting from the same room the next morning…
a/n sorry this is a bit late for kinktober. also sorry its longer than i expected and not proof read. but anyway please enjoy some soft kuna !
The rented out bar glowed with dim, orange-hued lights, casting a warm glow across the open space.
Strings of fake cobwebs caught the gleam from the overhead bulbs, adding a playful touch of spookiness to the atmosphere. Music thumped softly, carrying the energy of everyone letting loose after months of grueling deadlines and meetings.
You finally walked in, adjusting your vampire-esque outfit: a sleek black dress that stopped just above your knees, with a thigh-high slit hinting at the allure beneath. The subtle bite-mark makeup at your neck added a tantalizing touch, making it work-appropriate yet provocative enough to ensure a certain someone’s attention.
But Sukuna’s attention was already always on you.
From the moment he saw you, his dark eyes flicked over you like they usually did whenever you casually approached him. The devilish horns on his headband matched his smirk. It was oddly fitting for him. Silly and very low effort for the occasion.
And there was that oh-so familiar glint in his gaze that always made your stomach flip. He leaned back against the bar, drink in hand, his presence drawing you right toward him.
“Finally decided to grace us with your presence,” Sukuna, the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on, teases you. His voice was as grumbly as ever. Clearly, he didn’t want to be here after working hours. But seeing you walking through the doors? It was all worth it. “I was beginning to think the vampire would skip the party.”
You scoff, gesturing to your other drunken coworkers scattered across the bar. Some were dancing awkwardly while others sat and chatted about work. A few were quietly on their phones, their thumbs tapping away unsure of how to socialize.
“And miss out on this?” you laugh. Sukuna’s own laughter mirrors yours, his gaze following your gesture, taking in the scene with amusement. “Just get me a drink already.”
“Way ahead of you, sweetheart.” Sukuna slid a glass your way that the bartender had just put down. He must have ordered it, knowing you were on your way. The idea of being thought of by him had a blush cascading your cheeks.
It’s true, you were always the first thing on his mind.
Sukuna watches you closely as you take a sip, dark eyes focused on the way your lips parted to catch the edge of the glass, your exposed neck thrown back as you nearly down the liquor. The movement was borderline hypnotic, and he found himself captivated by your side profile.
“These are on the company card tonight, right?”
Sukuna’s chest rumbled with a chuckle, already turning to order you both more drinks. And shots. For good measure. “That’s right. We better make ‘em count then.”
This was the usual dynamic between you two. You were essentially “work besties,” for lack of a better term. Neither of you took the job very seriously, despite your skills. You often found yourselves in meetings where you were called out for chatting too much. He would frequently text you on the side, sharing his observations about the manager’s appearance or recounting amusing anecdotes from conversations with other coworkers.
So it was only natural that you clung to each other at stupid events like this. He’d quickly become the reason you looked forward to work in the morning. And as for Sukuna, the reason he would wake up at all most days.
Though he’d never tell you all that, of course.
Several rounds of god knows what kind of drinks later, and you and Sukuna found yourselves tucked back in the corner of the bar in some random booth. The holiday party had somehow gown rowdy now that everyone had loosened up.
You could say that about yourself too. Sukuna caught the way your cheeks flushed a faint pink now, quite the cute effect of a couple of shots, he must admit.
But mostly, he couldn’t help but notice the way your work-appropriate outfit had begun to betray itself as the night stretched on. Or maybe you didn’t care so much to worry about how you looked.
But your dress rode up well past your thighs now, not bothering to keep tugging it down anymore. The cardigan you had draped over it was lost somewhere now. Your collarbones and subtle cleavage were plain as day now.
A god damn succubus is what Sukuna decided you were dressed as tonight.
His arm draped over the back of the booth behind you. Not close enough to be deemed inappropriate for coworkers, but enough for you to shrink under the weight of his proximity. He smelled fucking divine, you thought.
Oh, your hair came undone as well he noticed, draping over one side of your face. Fuck, Sukuna was in trouble.
He thought he might say something he’d regret before he caught you sighing. Just quiet enough where he almost didn’t catch it. Your chin rested softly in your palm.
“You alright?” Sukuna nudged you, setting his glass down and giving you his full attention. He’d had enough to drink. You looked so pretty right now, he wanted to make sure he remembered it.
“It just-“ you stop yourself short. You weren’t plastered, but you were worried about sounding crazy to Sukuna in your slightly inebriated state. And having him be this close was not helping you think straight.
“Talk to me.”
You huff, staring out at the bar. “Just sucks when you know you don’t have someone waiting for you at home on a night like this.”
Sukuna’s eyes widened, his heart thudding lightly beneath his ribs. He felt it too. And yeah, it did suck. “Yeah… why else would I be wasting my time drinking with this lot.” He joked, eyeing your coworkers again.
But his eyes fell back on you right away. The way you blushed, the tips of your fingers tracing the rim of your class, a faint but sad smile etching across your lips.
You didn’t know what about the conversation made you shift. But you suddenly felt the need to be close to him. The primal need for connection and contact that you’d longed for these last few lonely years. But certainly you didn’t want that with just anyone, no.
Sukuna’s breath caught in his throat when you angled your body closer to his. Your thigh pressed against his under the table, and you dared turn your face to look right back at him, noses nearly brushing.
The man sucked in a breath. This was it. This was the moment he wanted. So without thinking much more, or rather before his mind could tell him otherwise, his tattooed hand reached up to cup your cheek and sealed his lips to yours.
It was the most gentle of touches you’d felt in forever. Heart fluttering under the soft pressure against your mouth, you sigh into it with a sudden relief. It’s like he could’ve sensed your need for some sort of contact in that moment.
You lean into him im hopes of reassuring his actions, hands hovering in your lap unsure of what to do with them right away, trapped in the shock of the moment.
But it’s this very hesitation that makes Sukuna pull away, nose to nose with you again. Breath heavy. “I’m sorry if I read that wrong. I know we’ve had a few drinks and I didn’t even ask-“
“Come back,” you whined, now confidently gripping his shirt collar and pulling him right back against you. Sukuna groaned this time into the much rougher kiss you initiated. He fell forward, hand reaching across your body and landing on the booth just beside your opposite thigh to catch himself, slightly caging you in.
You giggle into the kiss, the sound so sweet in Sukuna’s ears. If you weren’t at a work party, he’d be pressing your back against the booth already. Not that this wasn’t already unprofessional behavior. Though he doubted the drunkards running about the bar weren’t sparing you so much as a glance.
Your hands moved up to hold the sides of his neck, lips not once parting from his. Sukuna’s hand now rested against your hip, squeezing the meat of it just above your ass. The careful caress had your mouth parting, tongue sliding out to collide with his in a wet mess. You could feel the heat immediately coursing through your body. A low rumble emits from Sukuna’s throat when your nails trail along the nape of his neck.
“Shit,” he has to pull away for a moment, maintaining what little restraint he had. A string of saliva connected you both, sitting there forehead to forehead. “Too much?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.
You devilishly grin at his words. Ironically looking up at the devil horns now crooked atop his pink hair, you removed them and placed them on your own head. He watched your movement curiously. This was infatuation at its finest.
“Not enough, actually.”
A siren is now what he decides you are, your sweet voice pulling him to you. Your third costume of the night.
Sukuna took this as a green light. He hauled you up in his lap with a hidden strength you didn’t know existed. There you sat, not straddling, but sitting on top of him with your bottom pressing down against his clearly hardened cock confined in his slacks.
Your ears become hot at the feeling. You angled your body toward him again, his face nearly eye level with your cleavage now. He didn’t do much to hide his stare. Sukuna twitched pathetically in his pants as he thought about suffocating right between them. Or between your thighs. Anywhere you wanted him, quite frankly.
You realized very quickly how much you liked this side of Sukuna. A side you’d been so desperate to experience the more you got to know him.
Eventually, he tore his eyes away, chin tilted up at your face. You were glowing. An angel is officially what you were, shining before him despite the devil horns you perched upon your head. “You might be the death of me, woman.” He grunts before he could think.
This earns another sweet giggle from you. He looked so tender beneath you, so you can’t help yourself as you press soft kisses across the features on his face. You kissed his nose, his cheek, his temple while your nails traced the tattoos decorating his skin, skimming your fingertips over his eyebrows, down his jaw, all while your lips trailed to his ears.
Goosebumps raise on his tender skin just beneath your kitten licks and kisses. You trail further down his neck and eventually to his clavicle. At the same time, Sukuna felt you ever-so-gently rocking your hips as you perched in his lap. Not enough for anyone to notice in the dark bar, but plenty for him to feel.
Not an angel. Definitely the devil is what you were.
Holy shit was Sukuna rock solid in his jeans. If he didn’t know any better, he’d cum right here in his pants underneath you. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish,” Sukuna grumbled in a choked moan. He was teasing, but he said it with a subtle fear layered beneath it. Like maybe he was imagining things. That maybe this, you, the thing he’s been dreaming of, yearning for since the day you started working here, would be too good to be true.
“You know,” you purred, pulling away from his neck with a final peck. Your cunt clenched around nothing when Sukuna’s hand gripped your thigh in anticipation, awfully high, pinky just brushing your panties. “If you’re as scared as I am about going home to no one, I’ve got some shitty movies and more questionable decisions we can make together back at my place.”
Sukuna didn’t even bother answering you.
Instead, he nips at the fake bite mark on your neck in response. He drags you with him to stand from the booth, grabs your purse for you and slings it over his broad shoulder before grabbing your hand carefully in his.
Out the door you went without so much as a goodbye to your boss. Your sure it’ll be fine, though.
—
“Fuck!” You cry out as Sukuna buries himself to the hilt in your cunt. Your sopping for him at this point. Breasts spilling out of your bra, bouncing with each powerful movement of his hips, drawing in his hungry eyes. He was oh so drunk on you.
The sight above you is a vision of pure ecstasy. You lie with your back flat on the rumpled sheets, your body on fire. Sukuna kneels before you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with wet, squelching sounds that fill the room, a rhythm that perfectly matches your shared pace.
“D-don’t let go of me, Kuna,” you purr his name in a moment of vulnerability, itching to be under his skin.
“Fuck me,” Sukuna groans at your slick hole squeezing him tight. After this, he wasn’t sure letting you go would even be an option. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Pussy too good for me. So fucking tight around my cock.” He words make you cry out his name even louder.
One of his strong arms holds your thigh in a tight grip, pulling you closer and granting your wish. His other hand is a master of pleasure, tracing tight circles around your swollen clit. Your sticky arousal coats your tighs and his lower abdomen, needy body responding to him in a messy ordeal that that leaves you and him breathless.
How could you not be, with a view like this?
Sukuna’s shirt is caught between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and pure concentration. His eyes, half-lidded with lust, are fixed on the way your body welcomes him, muscles clenching around him with each thrust.
“Mmm,” he’s humming in his throat now. Kissing a trail across your ankle that was carefully tossed over his shoulder. “I must’ve saved a country, gettin’ to fuck this pretty little body.”
Your face heats up at his admission. God, he knew just what to say to get you going. “Been want—no. Been n-needing you for so long,” you manage between breaths.
You think he looks incredibly attractive right now. The way he’s studying your body, his focus unyielding. But in Sukuna’s mind, nothing is more perfect than the woman beneath him right now. While your left believing his thoughts are trained on your body, he’s actually fighting the urge to cum.
He’s been trying to hold back the wave of pleasure that’s threatening to overwhelm him. Every wet squelch, every knock against your cervix, every cute whine that leaves your lips, is a test to not blow his load right there.
It’s the way you trust him completely with your body that has him on the edge. Earlier, you had to pry his mouth away from your cunt because Sukuna swore he could have stayed down there for hours, drinking you in. He made you cum twice before even considering taking you properly.
He’s obsessed with the sounds you make when you feel good—the little whimpers that sound like his name, the way you bite your lip and tilt your head to the side, your cheeks flushed and your mouth forming the sexiest little ‘o’ as you near your own peak.
That’s exactly the look you have right now, and Sukuna needs to get closer to you. To see up close how you’ll look when he draws your orgasm from you.
With a growl, Sukuna tears his shirt off, finally coming down over your body. You whine at the sudden change in pace, the deep, slow thrusts replacing the earlier rhythm. He’s hunching over you, taking your nipples into his mouth, lavishing them with attention, his face buried between them as if he’s been dreaming of this all night (he has been).
Then he’s burying his face in your neck, his thrusts slow but powerful. Each time he bottoms out, you moan softly in his ear, the sound sending shivers down his spine and making goosebumps form on his skin.
“Been dreaming about this the day you started working in that shitty office.” He’s mumbling more confessions into your skin, muffled and just barely audible.
Sukuna wraps two strong arms beneath your back, holding you two him now as he continues rocking into you. This new position and slow pace was awfully intimate compared to when he sat up earlier. Now? You could feel his heart beat matching yours against your almost naked chest.
“Do you mean that?” You struggle to get out. You haven’t felt this much pleasure in so long. All you could do was drag your nails against his skin for some relief.
“Yes. Every—shit you’re milking me woman—every fucking day. The only reason I—fuck—show up to work anymore.”
Shit, is your coworker making love to you? The slow pace continues as he leans up to look at you, his eyes wild and mirroring your own. You’re both staring at each other, lips parted, panting, just lost in the moment. Your cunt clenches at the emotional connection, and that draws a long, low moan from Sukuna’s lips.
On instinct you choose to swallow the moan with your own lips. Sure, you’d made out alot as you were leading him to your bedroom. But he hadn’t attempted to kiss you since he’d started to fuck you.
And you can honestly say you’d never had anyone kiss you so slowly and languidly in your life. It was like you both had all the time in the world. Tongues gently explored one anothers, swallowing eachother whole as you moaned into it, the steady movement of his hips against yours picking up now.
Your grip onto his biceps, and the contact nearly has him whining. What the fuck are you doing to him? He’s never been like this with anyone. Sure, maybe he was gentler with you, but now? He feels weak, pathetic, so in love…
Love? Is that what he’s been feeling this entire time? The realization overwhelms him, and he feels himself picking up pace even more. His arms tighten under you back, holding you to him as he begins to rut into you at a steady rhythm—fast enough to chase his release, but slow enough for you to reach your high as well.
“Gonna make me cum so fucking hard,” Sukuna’s is moaning against your lips now. “Gonna let me make this pretty pussy mine finally?”
“Yes yes yes!” you’re practically chanting at this point. “Fuck me faster, Kuna, please. Wanna cum for you.”
You just feel so good, and you look so pretty for him. He needs to cum in that tight little hole sooner rather than later, suddenly worried that you might up and leave him.
Your body tenses when he speeds up, and you feel the familiar build of your orgasm. “Sukuna!” you gasp, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. “I’m—” Your words are cut off as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing with waves of pleasure. You cry out his name again and again, nails digging into his arms as you ride out the intensity of your release.
Sukuna feels your cunt clamp down on his cock, the rhythmic pulsing drawing him closer to the edge. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice hoarse with desire. “Just like that. Don’t you dare let go of me either.”
With a final, deep thrust, Sukuna buries himself inside you, his body shivering as he comes undone. He groans your name, his release pulsing into you, stuffing you full completely with thick ropes of his cum. He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the aftermath of his release.
For a moment, neither of you moves, your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. Sukuna finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead.
“That was... life changing,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper.
Sukuna nods, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your arm. “I’ve never felt this way before, you know. With anyone.”
You giggle at the way his face instantly blushes at your words. Truly soft Sukuna was a sight to see. He speaks up again when that familiar grin forms on your lips. “If you make fun of me right now I’ll kill you. And nobody at the office will ask what happened to you.”
This makes you full on laugh, head dropping into his neck to contain yourself. He doesn’t join you in laughter, but you can feel his smile against your hair, hands sliding lovingly down your back and over the swell of your ass.
“I didn’t even say anything!” you protest once your laughter dies down. “It’s okay. I feel the same.”
Sukuna leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s sweet and gentle and tastes just like him. You let a comfortable silence fill the room before speaking again. “I’m glad we didn’t have to go home alone.”
Sukuna didn’t need to answer. He pulls you back down onto him, threading his fingers through your hair in a soft grip. One that said he wasn’t letting go of you ever. And he held you like that until you drifted off to sleep.
-
The soft hum of the coffee maker fills the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. You stand at the counter, dressed in Sukuna's oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties, your hair slightly disheveled from the night before.
Sukuna leans against the opposite counter, his eyes locked on you, a smirk playing on his lips. He's wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but feel a rush of nerves.
As you pour the coffee into two mugs, Sukuna pushes off from the counter and strides towards you, moving before his mind could catch up.
He stops behind you, hands resting on your lower stomach, pulling you back against him. You can feel the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest pressing against your back.
"Morning, sweetheart," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear. His lips capture yours in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a familiarity from last night that sends shivers down your spine. His hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, your breasts, as if he can't get enough of you.
You melt against his embrace. It’s like your body responds to his touch almost in an instant. The nerves that had been gnawing at you since he stayed the night dissipate, replaced by a sense of rightness and security. This feels so good, so perfect, so... you.
Sukuna pulls away slightly. His eyes searching your with his forehead pressed against your own. "You know," he begins almost too serious. "I want to take you on a real date. Just you and me. No work and no distractions this time."
Your heart skips a beat. "Yeah, I’d like that," you whisper, a soft smile playing on your lips.
But before either of you can say more, a sudden realization hits you both at the mention of work. Your eyes widen as you remember the work Zoom meeting scheduled for today. Fridays are your remote days, and you've both completely forgotten about the call.
"Shit," you mutter, your hands flying to your mouth. "Our morning meeting! It starts in two fucking minutes!"
Sukuna's eyebrows furrow, a look of subtle stress crossing his face. "Fuck, you're right. Thank god I brought my work bag."
In a flurry of motion, you both scramble to grab your laptops, your movements awfully clumsy. You rush back to the kitchen table, trying to fix your appearances as best you could. Sukuna runs a hand through his tousled hair after retrieving a shirt while you quickly pull yourself together. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
As you both log onto the call with pounding chests, you realize with a start that you have the same fucking background. Your eyes go wide with disbelief. How could you have been so careless?
The teasing starts almost immediately. Your coworkers, oh how much you loved (hated) those people, instantly see the familiar living room behind you both on the screen. Naturally they begin to question why you and Sukuna curiously had the same exact setup.
"Hey, aren't you two supposed to be remote today?" one coworker chimes in, a rather annoying smirk on their face.
Another chuckles, "Looks like someone had a sleepover!"
A few more join in, their comments ranging from playful to slightly more suggestive. But then, one coworker's remark toward you is less than kind, causing a stir in the group chat.
"Guess we know why she was always so chummy with you at work," they snide in a tone laced with disapproval.
Sukuna's expression darkens in a way it never has before. A scowl so deep etches itself across his face. He unmutes himself, his voice firm with the intent to shut everyone up. "You got anymore fucking questions for her?” he growls, his eyes flashing. "It's none of your business where we are or what we're doing. And if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with HR. Now, are we gonna talk about work or are you all still too hungover?”
The room falls silent. Sukuna wasn’t one to speak out often. So when he did, they knew he was serious. His hand suddenly finds your leg under the table, his fingers stroking your skin in a soothing, possessive gesture. He pulls you closer while still remaining on his own screen.
You sigh into his touch, trying your best to hide your smile. The rest of the meeting passes in a blur, the two of you lost in your own world, hands entwined and bodies pressed close the whole time.
As soon as the meeting ends, Sukuna slams both of your laptops shut with a satisfying click. He stands up, his eyes locking on yours. "I'm taking you back to bed before I quit this dumb ass job," he declares.
Before you can respond, he sweeps you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with a playful growl. You laugh, your arms wrapping around his waist as he carries you back to the bedroom, ready to pick up where you left off.
7 minutes in heaven with supposed rival!Satoru, but little does everyone know…
“Why are we even playing this. We’re fucking adults.” Ieiri mutters from the corner, unimpressed.
“Oh c’mon learn to live a little!” Satoru chimes, tossing himself into the circle with a casual shrug.
You roll your eyes at the white haired man-child. God, you hated how eager he was for this game. Were you fucking teenagers? Still, one look at the table littered with empty bottles told you there was no getting out of it. Liquor always made bad ideas sound brilliant.
And of course, of fucking course, this happens the second you agree to play.
Satoru gives the bottle a spin. It clinks against the wood, slows to a hault, and lands squarely on you.
Laughter erupts throughout the room instantly.
“Satoru,” Suguru snorts, already smirking. “Looks like it’s your lucky day.”
Your stomach drops when you see who’s sitting across from you. His stupid, smug grin, those ridiculous shades pushed up in his snowy hair.
You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Please try not to kill each other in there,” Yuki adds dryly.
Satoru stands, stretching lazily like this is the best moment of his night. “Don’t worry, princess,” he says, flashing that wide grin of his, “I’ll make it quick and painless.”
“She’s definitely gonna kill you in there,” Choso affirms, doubled over in laughter.
You glare daggers at everyone over your shoulder as you march to the closet. The door shuts with a heavy click, darkness shutting you both in. The muffled noise of the party dies down, leaving just the two of you in the cramped space.
It’s just you, him, and too little room to breathe.
You cross your arms. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”
For once, he doesn’t fire back with some cocky insult. Instead, he tilts his head down, blue eyes glinting even in the shadows. His voice drops, “I’ve been half-hard just looking at you all night, darling.”
The words knock the air out of you. “You could stand to make it less obvious,” you shoot back automatically.
His smirk widens. “You can drop the act now.”
Your pulse hammers in your throat. The silence stretches on for a few seconds, and a tiny grin finally makes it’s way to your features.
To anyone listening outside, it’d sound like your usual banter. But in the tight space, you see the hunger in his eyes, the way both your chests rise quicker.
You step closer, just enough for your knee to brush his. “Seven minutes. Think you can keep your hands to yourself?”
His laughs like you just said the funniest thing in the world. “Not a chance.”
“Finally,” you murmur, sliding a hand up his chest. “Some privacy.”
Satoru’s composure cracks, his grin turning giddy. He steps into you, caging your body against the wall as his breath brushes your cheek. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, nipping at your ear. His hands are already reaching for your ass. “You’re gonna blow our cover if you keep talking like that.”
You look up at him through your lashes, lips curving. “Then you’d better keep me quiet.”
His mouth is on yours before the words even finish. Wet tongue slipping deep past your lips like he’s been waiting all night to do so (he has). He ruts against your thigh shamelessly, cock straining hot against his pants, and you moan into his mouth before you can stop yourself.
For all your complaints about your boyfriend, you know damn well you’re the problem here.
The second his fingers dip beneath your skirt and brush your panties, you fall apart. A whine tears from your throat that you can’t swallow down.
He reacts quickly, clamping his hand down over your noisy mouth. “Shhh,” he coos, greedy fingers circling your clit with a precision that makes your toes curl. Just the way he knew you liked it. “Always so fucking loud.”
Your whimper when he finally goes beneath the fabric, collecting your click between his two slender fingers, rolling your puffy clit between them. He grinds harder against your thigh in the process.
Your legs tremble when he slides a finger inside, sinking into your sopping wet heat like so many times before. He presses his forehead to yours, blue eyes burning. “God, I love how easy you take me, baby.” His hips rock against your leg, shamelessly chasing friction of his own accord.
You whimper against his hand, unable to stop. Every thrust of his fingers is too good. He crooks them just right, thumb stroking your clit until you’re spiraling fast, body clenching around him.
“S-Satoru- I was- I, ffffuck…” your words come out in a shiver, unable to form a sentence when he dips a finger inside your fluttering hole, ever the ease.
“What baby?” he purrs in your ear, mouth pressed against it while he fucks his finger into your sopping cunt. He removed a hand from your mouth for the moment. “Use your words.”
You muster a deep breath, staring up at him bright eyed. “I was going to be pissed at you if that bottle landed on anyone else.”
He laughs, curling another finger inside you. “You think I’d let that happen? I made sure that fucking bottle landed on you.” His teeth catch your ear, biting down on the flesh just enough to make you jolt. “Nobody else gets this.”
“Shit, Toru that’s so hot,” you let out, knees beginning to buckles beneath the pleasure. He presses you firm against the wall. Fingers moving in and out of your dripping pussy at a steady pace, exactly how he knew you liked it. You’d be cumming in seconds, this he knew well.
His mouth is against your ear again. “And when it’s your turn, I’ll make sure that bottle lands on me. Then we’ll be right back in this closet, and you’ll be full of my cum instead of my fingers.”
Your entire body is shaking. You’re so close, so fucking close.
“Oh my god, Toru I’m… fuck I’m gonna scream—”
Satoru pulls his fingers out, leaving you right on the edge.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now.” Your exasperated, undone, and wholly unsatisfied.
But Satoru doesn’t look smug. In fact, he looks quite a mess himself. His pupils blown, cock straining so hard against his pants you can’t help but think how uncomfortable he must be. His voice is serious now, words pressed right against your temple.
“Relax, baby. You know I love it you to cum on me.” His thumb drags over your swollen clit one last time, sending a shock through you before he pulls back. “I’m just getting you ready. Next round, I’m not letting you walk out of here until you’re stuffed full and shaking.”
There’s a hard knock on the door. “7 minutes is up two!” Choso’s voice.
“Looks like our time is up, darling.” Satoru pulls your panties back in place. He lands a harsh smack to your clit before smoothing your skirt down. You yelp, clinging to his arm for support.
“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” Your voice comes out ragged and delirious. “You can’t just—fuck—wind me up like that and not finish.”
He’s chuckling now, savoring every ounce of your desperation. “That’s the point, baby. I want you thinking about nothing but me until it’s your turn again.”
Adjusting the raging boner his pants, he slides the closet door open like nothing happened.
You trail behind him back into the circle, cheeks burning, thighs still shaking. He sits, grinning wide while you avoid every pair of eyes in the room.
“Now was that so hard?” Satoru teases, earning a few chuckles from the others.
Your positive your cheeks burning bright red. For once, your reduced to silence. No comeback or quick remark in your arsenal.
You clear your throat, changing the subject immediately. “Anyway, Suguru it’s your turn isn’t it?”
He smirks knowingly but spins the bottle anyway. It clinks around the circle, slows… and lands directly on you again.
The room completely stills for a moment. Your gaze flicks instinctively to Satoru. His eyes are already burning a sharp glacial blue.
And then, miraculously, the bottle shifts, sliding away from you to Yuki instead.
She raises a brow, but ultimately says nothing. Suguru blinks, laughs it off, and the game continues as normal.
But you know damn well.
Satoru Gojo would rather hollow purple the apartment to the ground before letting anyone else touch you.
I can never not picture choso as a shy boy who always has a subtle hint of blush on his face and gets quiet nervous and fiddly when you are upset at him
Master Jinshi is not permitted to touch, let alone be in love with, his pretty servant… so you’re forced to find another way to have him.
a/n please tell me you guys see the vision. i need him so bad
The Crystal Palace, once a stuffy cage, had become a home because of you.
Jinshi kept you close, favoring your intelligence and wit. You were one of the few who understood the twisted politics of the court, the hidden games no one else could see. And with you, he never had to pretend. You understood him fully, and he understood you.
Your mind had become indispensable to his work, and he never once asked you to perform menial tasks. Your hands were too delicate, your mind too sharp, for anything so trivial. He liked having you in plain sight, far from the prying eyes of military men and judgmental whispers of the court ladies.
The tension between you both was indescribable. Desire, restrained by royal duty, burned hot. It was a treacherous want that neither of you could openly indulge.
Gaoshun warned Jinshi repeatedly not to get too close, but even his position in the court couldn’t keep him away from you.
This late night found Jinshi slumped over his desk, pen in hand, exhaustion etched across his features. You moved quietly around him, setting down tea, offering suggestions, lingering close enough to be seen but careful not to overstep.
The hours had passed with Gaoshun gone, leaving you alone together. Jinshi recalled Gaoshun pausing in the corridor just before he left, looking over his shoulder at the younger boy in a final warning. One that Jinshi already knew he would never heed.
The dimly lit room felt like it existed only for the two of you. The air buzzed heavy with restraint.
“Come here,” Jinshi said suddenly. His voice was edged with exhaustion and combed through with longing.
You rose instantly. “Of course, Master Jinshi.” The sight of him in the moonlight made your heart race. He was always beautiful like this, you thought.
He rapped his long fingers against the desk in front of him. “Sit. Right here.”
A thrill ran through you as you stepped forward, sliding carefully onto the edge of his desk, legs dangling over the polished wood. His eyes darkened instantly, flickering over you with a hunger he struggled to keep in check.
“You hesitate,” you teased lightly despite the desire coursing through you. “Why?”
“I…” he faltered, brushing some hair from his eyes. “You already know what I feel for you, my lady." His throat tightened, words failing him. “But anything I do or say now might be crossing a line.”
You leaned forward. Somehow you just knew, it would be this moment right here or never. “Then allow me to cross that line.”
With a slow exhale, you allow one hand to dip beneath the folds of your robes, fingers sliding over the slick, swollen folds of your cunt. Each movement parted your robes further, exposing the heat pooling between your legs to a red faced Jinshi.
For a moment, you panic, worried you’d read him entirely wrong, prepared to been thrown out of his office for good.
Despite the fear, wetness coated your fingers as you spread your digits, teasing your clit in slow circles. You let out a soft gasp, glancing up nervously to see his eyes following every movement.
“You are beautiful,” Jinshi whispered hoarsely. Relief almost instantly courses through you. His own hand hovers near his chest. “I… I shouldn’t.”
“Please,” you nearly bef, legs shifting and your heart hammering. “Do it for us. Just tonight.”
God, how Jinshi loved that you were the only one who could demand such things of him. He feels his already hardened cock leak obscenely.
He hesitated at first, gaze fixated on your fingers delving in and out of your hole with wet squelches, on the way your hips rolled with your own touch. That should be my touch, is all he can think. Then, with steady hands, he let himself mirror you. Robe slipping open, cock swollen as he stroked slowly, letting himself watch you fervently. He was afraid to so much as blink. Every stroke and hitch of his breath betrayed his composure.
“Jinshi…” your voice trembled, breath catching. “Been needing you so terribly.”
His lips parted in pleasure. “I've wanted to - shit- to see you like this for so long. Even if we can’t…” He trails off as his calloused hand moved swiftly over his throbbing length. Slick fingers glide over the swollen red tip. The sound of his wet strokes mingled with your graceful moans. Even spread wide for him like this, you were a lady.
You slowed your movements, letting him watch, giving him every shiver and soft whine that left your lips. You wanted Jinshi to know each sound and motion was all because of him. His chest heaved at the filthy sight, fingers catching on the beads of milky white precum as his gaze never left your figure.
“You look so fucking pretty,” he rasped, half-lidded eyes glued to your leaking cunt, watching you cutely rub yourself against your fingers and the cold surface. “Leaking all over my desk. Is this all for me, princess?”
Your gaze met his, hips shifting to sink your fingers into your fluttering hole. You're ruining his work space at this rate. "All for you, Master.” you breathed.
"Fuck," Jinshi whimpers, really whimpers, out in utter disbelief. He fucks his fist at a faster pace watching your tight hole clench around your tiny fingers, thinking about how he could fill you up with something much more satisfying. "Good fucking girl. Always so good for me."
A soft, broken whine of his name escaped your lips, enough to make his eyebrow twitch. You can see him clinging to his self control. His body trembled from head to toe, brain feeling foggier than ever. But still he kept a respectful distance while sat.
Your sopping fingers never ceased gliding in and out of your swollen walls with little gasps. More of your wetness pooled onto the wooden desk beneath you at the view of Jinshi's pulsing cock rutting up into his veiny hand. In a moment of neediness you prop both your feet up onto the desk, giving Jinshi an even better look at between your legs. The angle draws a nasty groan from his throat, basically eye level with your cunt.
Your eyes widened when Jinshi ran his middle and index fingers over the wood, collecting some of the wetness. He raised them to his glossy lips, lapping up your essence with fluttering lashes. He’d swore never tasted anything sweeter as he moaned around the digits.
“Wish I could taste the real thing,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away with a wet pop, tracing a path down the expanse of your body. Never touching you directly, but outline your curves with a gentle space separating you two, teasing and leaving your core coiled tight.
You couldn't do anything but writhe on the desk at his filthy actions. Eventually, his hand moved back over his cock, more motivated than ever. Every stroke grew sloppier, his lower abs sticky with arousal, muscles flexing with each desperate movement.
“Fuck, you’re making me lose it,” he growled, hovering closer, eyes locked on yours. “I want to be inside you so bad, my lady. You have no idea.”
“Me too, Master Jinshi. W-want you ruin me for anyone else.” you whispered as your other hand rubbed against your bundle of nerves, fingers curling, hips shifting, leaning into the rhythm.
The two of you moved together in a mirrored frenzy: You spread open on the desk, him seated, so close but never quite close enough. Both your eyes remained locked, dazed and overheated to say the least. Every subtle shift of your body drew a low groan from Jinshi. Fingers gliding greedily over his cock, matching the urgency of your own, skin sliding over skin, precum mixing with your wetness on the flat surface.
“Look at me,” he groaned. “I need to see every inch of you… just for me.”
“I’m yours,” you breathed, drool dribbling from your red lips. “All of me.”
You pushed your fingers deeper, curling them and imagining they were his, catching the most sensitive parts. It was a complete mess. His eyes burned into yours, lust threatening to overwhelm him.
You let out the softest whimper, one that sounded so innocent and so just for him. The tiny noise wormed it’s way into Jinshi’s ears and etched itself into his brain. His cock jump in reaction, and that was the match to the flame for him.
Jinshi groaned, unable to restrain himself any longer, and shot up from his chair. His stands and grips the desk with white knuckles at your sides, hovering centimeters away from your body, lips just shy of brushing yours. His cock throbbed against his stomach, face flushed as his stood between your bent legs.
But he stopped just short before he could touch you. He knew in his mind that he couldn’t. Not yet, and not like this.
If Jinshi was going to fuck you, he would do it the right way, with you as his princess in the bed he hopes to one day share with you.
So you continued, touching and moaning for each other just short of contact. Fingers curled, rubbing, stroking, wetness pooling, mixing with the sticky slick of his hand on his cock. Every whiny moan of your name on his lips drove you higher, until finally, the wire snapped.
“Jinshi fuckkkk I can’t any longer-“
“It’s okay, princess,” he cooed. “Let go for me.” You came hard on his desk in a shiver, trembling as your orgasm washed through you, your head tilting back slightly. Your tongue shot out, grazing the corner of Jinshi’s lips almost accidentally, and it was enough for him.
Between watching your orgasm wash over you and the feeling of your innocent tongue brushing his lips, he broke entirely in that instant. Jinshi came with a groan and spilled his load over your cunt in one messy release.
Your bodies trembled, hovering together with your lips still inches apart, tongues brushing just slightly with breaths ragged.
“I… I can’t stay away from you,” he said between heaves, eyes shining as they looked down at you.
“I know,” you whispered back. You follow his gaze down between your bodies where his release mixed with yours before looking back up at him. “I can't either. Please, tell me that you’ll find us a way.”
At your words, Jinshi allowed himself to press his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with his. He didn’t need to tell you his plans. But he would always find a way if it meant having you.
The moonlight painted you both in silver in the afternath, robes still loose and open. His hair fell across your flushed faces. In the quiet, you both understood one thing: this was only the first taste of what was to come.
Jinshi was sure to get an earful from Gaoshun the next morning. But it would be worth it.
Master Jinshi is not permitted to touch, let alone be in love with, his pretty servant… so you’re forced to find another way to have him.
a/n please tell me you guys see the vision. i need him so bad
The Crystal Palace, once a stuffy cage, had become a home because of you.
Jinshi kept you close, favoring your intelligence and wit. You were one of the few who understood the twisted politics of the court, the hidden games no one else could see. And with you, he never had to pretend. You understood him fully, and he understood you.
Your mind had become indispensable to his work, and he never once asked you to perform menial tasks. Your hands were too delicate, your mind too sharp, for anything so trivial. He liked having you in plain sight, far from the prying eyes of military men and judgmental whispers of the court ladies.
The tension between you both was indescribable. Desire, restrained by royal duty, burned hot. It was a treacherous want that neither of you could openly indulge.
Gaoshun warned Jinshi repeatedly not to get too close, but even his position in the court couldn’t keep him away from you.
This late night found Jinshi slumped over his desk, pen in hand, exhaustion etched across his features. You moved quietly around him, setting down tea, offering suggestions, lingering close enough to be seen but careful not to overstep.
The hours had passed with Gaoshun gone, leaving you alone together. Jinshi recalled Gaoshun pausing in the corridor just before he left, looking over his shoulder at the younger boy in a final warning. One that Jinshi already knew he would never heed.
The dimly lit room felt like it existed only for the two of you. The air buzzed heavy with restraint.
“Come here,” Jinshi said suddenly. His voice was edged with exhaustion and combed through with longing.
You rose instantly. “Of course, Master Jinshi.” The sight of him in the moonlight made your heart race. He was always beautiful like this, you thought.
He rapped his long fingers against the desk in front of him. “Sit. Right here.”
A thrill ran through you as you stepped forward, sliding carefully onto the edge of his desk, legs dangling over the polished wood. His eyes darkened instantly, flickering over you with a hunger he struggled to keep in check.
“You hesitate,” you teased lightly despite the desire coursing through you. “Why?”
“I…” he faltered, brushing some hair from his eyes. “You already know what I feel for you, my lady." His throat tightened, words failing him. “But anything I do or say now might be crossing a line.”
You leaned forward. Somehow you just knew, it would be this moment right here or never. “Then allow me to cross that line.”
With a slow exhale, you allow one hand to dip beneath the folds of your robes, fingers sliding over the slick, swollen folds of your cunt. Each movement parted your robes further, exposing the heat pooling between your legs to a red faced Jinshi.
For a moment, you panic, worried you’d read him entirely wrong, prepared to been thrown out of his office for good.
Despite the fear, wetness coated your fingers as you spread your digits, teasing your clit in slow circles. You let out a soft gasp, glancing up nervously to see his eyes following every movement.
“You are beautiful,” Jinshi whispered hoarsely. Relief almost instantly courses through you. His own hand hovers near his chest. “I… I shouldn’t.”
“Please,” you nearly bef, legs shifting and your heart hammering. “Do it for us. Just tonight.”
God, how Jinshi loved that you were the only one who could demand such things of him. He feels his already hardened cock leak obscenely.
He hesitated at first, gaze fixated on your fingers delving in and out of your hole with wet squelches, on the way your hips rolled with your own touch. That should be my touch, is all he can think. Then, with steady hands, he let himself mirror you. Robe slipping open, cock swollen as he stroked slowly, letting himself watch you fervently. He was afraid to so much as blink. Every stroke and hitch of his breath betrayed his composure.
“Jinshi…” your voice trembled, breath catching. “Been needing you so terribly.”
His lips parted in pleasure. “I've wanted to - shit- to see you like this for so long. Even if we can’t…” He trails off as his calloused hand moved swiftly over his throbbing length. Slick fingers glide over the swollen red tip. The sound of his wet strokes mingled with your graceful moans. Even spread wide for him like this, you were a lady.
You slowed your movements, letting him watch, giving him every shiver and soft whine that left your lips. You wanted Jinshi to know each sound and motion was all because of him. His chest heaved at the filthy sight, fingers catching on the beads of milky white precum as his gaze never left your figure.
“You look so fucking pretty,” he rasped, half-lidded eyes glued to your leaking cunt, watching you cutely rub yourself against your fingers and the cold surface. “Leaking all over my desk. Is this all for me, princess?”
Your gaze met his, hips shifting to sink your fingers into your fluttering hole. You're ruining his work space at this rate. "All for you, Master.” you breathed.
"Fuck," Jinshi whimpers, really whimpers, out in utter disbelief. He fucks his fist at a faster pace watching your tight hole clench around your tiny fingers, thinking about how he could fill you up with something much more satisfying. "Good fucking girl. Always so good for me."
A soft, broken whine of his name escaped your lips, enough to make his eyebrow twitch. You can see him clinging to his self control. His body trembled from head to toe, brain feeling foggier than ever. But still he kept a respectful distance while sat.
Your sopping fingers never ceased gliding in and out of your swollen walls with little gasps. More of your wetness pooled onto the wooden desk beneath you at the view of Jinshi's pulsing cock rutting up into his veiny hand. In a moment of neediness you prop both your feet up onto the desk, giving Jinshi an even better look at between your legs. The angle draws a nasty groan from his throat, basically eye level with your cunt.
Your eyes widened when Jinshi ran his middle and index fingers over the wood, collecting some of the wetness. He raised them to his glossy lips, lapping up your essence with fluttering lashes. He’d swore never tasted anything sweeter as he moaned around the digits.
“Wish I could taste the real thing,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away with a wet pop, tracing a path down the expanse of your body. Never touching you directly, but outline your curves with a gentle space separating you two, teasing and leaving your core coiled tight.
You couldn't do anything but writhe on the desk at his filthy actions. Eventually, his hand moved back over his cock, more motivated than ever. Every stroke grew sloppier, his lower abs sticky with arousal, muscles flexing with each desperate movement.
“Fuck, you’re making me lose it,” he growled, hovering closer, eyes locked on yours. “I want to be inside you so bad, my lady. You have no idea.”
“Me too, Master Jinshi. W-want you ruin me for anyone else.” you whispered as your other hand rubbed against your bundle of nerves, fingers curling, hips shifting, leaning into the rhythm.
The two of you moved together in a mirrored frenzy: You spread open on the desk, him seated, so close but never quite close enough. Both your eyes remained locked, dazed and overheated to say the least. Every subtle shift of your body drew a low groan from Jinshi. Fingers gliding greedily over his cock, matching the urgency of your own, skin sliding over skin, precum mixing with your wetness on the flat surface.
“Look at me,” he groaned. “I need to see every inch of you… just for me.”
“I’m yours,” you breathed, drool dribbling from your red lips. “All of me.”
You pushed your fingers deeper, curling them and imagining they were his, catching the most sensitive parts. It was a complete mess. His eyes burned into yours, lust threatening to overwhelm him.
You let out the softest whimper, one that sounded so innocent and so just for him. The tiny noise wormed it’s way into Jinshi’s ears and etched itself into his brain. His cock jump in reaction, and that was the match to the flame for him.
Jinshi groaned, unable to restrain himself any longer, and shot up from his chair. His stands and grips the desk with white knuckles at your sides, hovering centimeters away from your body, lips just shy of brushing yours. His cock throbbed against his stomach, face flushed as his stood between your bent legs.
But he stopped just short before he could touch you. He knew in his mind that he couldn’t. Not yet, and not like this.
If Jinshi was going to fuck you, he would do it the right way, with you as his princess in the bed he hopes to one day share with you.
So you continued, touching and moaning for each other just short of contact. Fingers curled, rubbing, stroking, wetness pooling, mixing with the sticky slick of his hand on his cock. Every whiny moan of your name on his lips drove you higher, until finally, the wire snapped.
“Jinshi fuckkkk I can’t any longer-“
“It’s okay, princess,” he cooed. “Let go for me.” You came hard on his desk in a shiver, trembling as your orgasm washed through you, your head tilting back slightly. Your tongue shot out, grazing the corner of Jinshi’s lips almost accidentally, and it was enough for him.
Between watching your orgasm wash over you and the feeling of your innocent tongue brushing his lips, he broke entirely in that instant. Jinshi came with a groan and spilled his load over your cunt in one messy release.
Your bodies trembled, hovering together with your lips still inches apart, tongues brushing just slightly with breaths ragged.
“I… I can’t stay away from you,” he said between heaves, eyes shining as they looked down at you.
“I know,” you whispered back. You follow his gaze down between your bodies where his release mixed with yours before looking back up at him. “I can't either. Please, tell me that you’ll find us a way.”
At your words, Jinshi allowed himself to press his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with his. He didn’t need to tell you his plans. But he would always find a way if it meant having you.
The moonlight painted you both in silver in the afternath, robes still loose and open. His hair fell across your flushed faces. In the quiet, you both understood one thing: this was only the first taste of what was to come.
Jinshi was sure to get an earful from Gaoshun the next morning. But it would be worth it.
