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[bat1nsignia]

drabble #13! 18+ mdni, bruce wayne

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convincing bruce wayne to go to vacation was like convincing a cat to take a bath

which was funny because both of you were now skinny dipping in a private jacuzzi that was outside the balcony of the most expensive suite the hotel offered, the foreign city glimmering with lights in the night sky and the water dimming with led lights 

all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and say please for bruce to say yes because cmon, how could he say no to you?

not when you were sitting on his lap, lips on his with soft moans leaving you as his cock was slowly yet deeply dragging in and out of you, feeling each vein and inch brush your warm walls 

“you’re so beautiful like this” he murmured on your lips, feeling his grip on your ass tighten. “takin’ me so well—" a deep thrust that made both you and bruce moan. “—under the city lights” and another. “fuck, baby you feel like a dream,”

god, you were everything he could ask for and more. your hair was wet, the faint lights from the jacuzzi reflecting on you, drops of water dripping and sliding down your chest. his eyes darkened as he saw water droplets trail from your collarbone to your chest, all the way to your stomach, where your lower body was under the water and on top of him

his hot mouth trailed down to your boobs, sucking the drops of water and circling your nipple with his tongue as his thrusts started to speed up, making you moan his name loudly as the water splashes intensified. 

bruce brought his lips uo to your neck, sucking your skin and bringing your hips closer to his. “thaaaats it, sweetheart” he murmured before a grunt left him, feeling your walls flutter around his cock. “you feel me? i’m right over here.” his hand left your ass for your waist, pressing a thumb on your tummy 

“bruce— oh god” you whispered, eyes half lidded and moving your hips more on his. the sudden pace made bruce knock his head back with a groan, the perfect angle for your lips to trail to his adam’s apple as you felt it bob

your body on his, your walls surrounding his cock, the warm temperature of the water, the jets of the jacuzzi— it was all too much for bruce 

he brought his head back up and his hand to the back of your head to lock you into another kiss— sloppy, passionate, hungry— both of you swallowing each other’s sounds as bruce brought your body closer to his, squeezing your ass with his other hand and feeling your hand run through his wet black hair 

maybe a vacation wasn’t so bad after all

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masterlist!

(a/n: that variant cover changed my fucking life im never gonna shut up about it)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg (tags are open)

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[bat1nsignia]

drabble #14! 18+ mdni, bruce wayne

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there wasn’t a scar on bruce wayne’s body that you didn’t memorize

a claw mark on his chest from selina, scars on his abdomen from knife slashes, healed bullet scars on his side— each mark told a story about bruce’s time as batman and the consequences that came with it

nevertheless, that never stopped you from loving him

“bruce, i— oh my god” you moaned, legs wrapped around his waist and feeling his fat cock hit yet another deep spot in you. bruce’s large hands were on your hips, his thrusts not sparing you for even a second as lewd skin slaps bounced throughout the room, his huge body hovering on top of you— mind you, it was nine in the morning “love you— so much, baby” he grunted with another thrust. “and this pretty pussy—" and another. “—so much” and another. “so so fucking much”. 

 it was hard to even speak when your walls felt so warm and tight around his cock, when your boobs moved with each thrust, when the soft rays of the sun landed on your face— lips fully parted, eyebrows furrowed and eyes looking up at bruce with a look so beautiful it made this man want to kiss you all over.

your hands on his shoulder blade slid further to his back, each scar brushed through your fingertips until they reached the large bat symbol plastered on his back. but they trembled when bruce buried his face in your boobs with a muffled groan, breathing in your perfume. a sound left your lips in return, his leaking mushroom tip hitting your cervix so deep your body was almost jolting in bruce’s grasp and your back sank deeper in the mattress his name left your lips like it was the only word you knew, manicured nails digging in his back and feeling his mouth suck on your cleavage and trail up, leaving saliva behind on your chest. all up till his mouth sloppily met with yours with an open kiss, one hand leaving your hip to grab hold of your face

you heard a small hiss from bruce’s lips as his reaction, rolling his eyes from the sensation as another groan was heard from him. “thaats it, sweetheart” he cooed on your lips. “decorate my back with those pretty nails i paid for” another sloppy kiss that had saliva seeping from both of your mouths and blabbering murmurs mindlessly from him, brain too focused on the warmth of your body. 

“pretty girl’s stuffed so full, aren’t you?” “don’t hide from me, wanna see your face when i fill you up”

“fuck— takin’ me so well like you were made for it”

wonder how you're going to be describing your morning to your friends

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masterlist!

(a/n: dialogue could have been better but we ball(s deep in bruce wayne))

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

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[scrappied]

18+ satoru catches you having fun alone

"mmh— ah—" you moan, fingers plunging deep into your pussy as you chase your high. "fuck,"

footsteps approach but you're much too busy fingering yourself to notice the white-haired man that stands tall in your doorframe.

"hey— woah!" he flinches back and he instinctively looks away only to soon look back. "holy shit, without me?" he smirks.

the sudden voice makes you pause. "what the? what are you doing here?"

"just thought i'd just stop by but damn," he whistles in admiration, seeing your skin coated with sweat and fingers buried deep into your wet cunt.

you take your digits out of your aching pussy. "learn to knock,"

"the door was wide open and i guessed i could just let myself in," he replies.

you let out an annoyed sigh because there was really no argument on why your door was wide open. "get out, or pay if you want to stay," the roll of your eyes unmissable. of course, you weren't expecting him to pay at all.

shifting uncomfortably, you wait until he leaves but to your surprise, or maybe not, he doesn't and that earns him a suspicious glare from you.

"what?" he asks, tilting his head. "why aren't you continuing?"

"cus you're still here," you reply.

"name your price," he answers.

"what?" your mouth is left agape and eyes wide.

"you said if i paid, i could watch so name your price," he says, getting closer to the bed that's stained with evidence of your previous orgasms.

"i was kidding. just stay if you want," you let out another sigh for the umpteenth time and start rubbing your folds, feeling the ache that burned through your veins finally starting to be relieved.

he bites his lip. "yeah there we go..." he coos, watching as your legs begin to become increasingly shaky and desperate. "just keep fucking yourself, you're doing so good,"

his words make you faster, fingers going in and out quicker and quicker, feeling the climax building until the last one. a soft gasp escapes your throat when you cum everywhere, joining the pool of essence that lies beneath your greedy pussy.

[polaroidsex]

★ . . “don’t leave me.” mid-makeout with ex husband!nanami.

you sink down onto him slow, thighs trembling as his thick cock stretches you open inch by inch.

nanami’s hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, breath ragged against your mouth while you settle fully in his lap. the bedroom is dim, just the low lamp casting gold across his bare chest and the way sweat already beads at his collarbone.

he kisses you like he’s starving, tongue sliding deep, tasting every soft sound you make. your fingers thread through his blond hair, tugging lightly as you start to roll your hips, riding him with that slow grind that makes his thighs tense beneath you. wet sounds fill the room each time you lift and drop, slick coating his length and dripping down to his balls.

“fuck,” he murmurs into your lips, voice hoarse and wrecked.

one hand slides up your back, pressing you closer until your breasts crush against him. his other hand stays on your ass, guiding you, helping you bounce a little faster. every drag of his cock inside you hits that spot that makes your toes curl.

you lean in to kiss him deeper, tongues tangled, breaths shared hot and messy. his hips buck up to meet you, driving himself even deeper. that’s when he breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded and desperate.

“don’t leave me again,” he whispers, the words raw and trembling right there in the middle of it all. his voice cracks just a little on the last syllable, like the thought alone hurts. he pulls you back into the kiss before you can answer, hungrier now, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he thrusts up harder.

you ride him through it, clenching around his cock with every rise and fall, skin slapping softly together. his hands roam like he can’t get enough of you, palms mapping your waist, your ribs, the curve of your spine. he groans low when you grind down and circle your hips, milking him just right.

“need you here,” he breathes between kisses, “right here with me.” his thrusts grow erratic, chasing that edge while you keep riding him steady, lost in the heat of his body and the way he holds onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

[scrappied]

18+ satoru getting outfreaked

he was never expecting anyone to be even close to matching his freak. let alone go above and beyond.

so imagine his surprise when you're all ready and prepared for him when he arrives home. so meticulously positioned in a provocative manner that would get his dick hard in seconds with your legs spread on the couch.

he stops.

he stares, hands that were occupied by the grocery bags left on the ground.

his eyes trace your frame, admiring every curve and dip of you. "is this for me?"

you giggle at his nonsense. "of course it is. are you not my man?"

"i guess i am," he smirks.

he goes between your legs, zipping his pants down until the tip of his cock shows— flushed red with heat. biting your lip, you awe the precum leaking from it as he lines his member with yours.

you let out a soft moan as you feel the intrusion, hole stretching out to accommodate his size and burning so good. you can feel your legs twitch as he starts to thrust slowly, admiring the way that your hole swallows him up so perfectly— like you're made for this.

because you were.

after all, you're the only one to outfreak him, right?

"faster," you whimper.

he speeds up, the sound of skin slapping in a crescendo. your eyes roll back so far that you're seeing stars, enjoying the friction that comes between your legs as you're conjoined to him at that point.

he fucks you so good. so well. it hurts.

how have you just met him a few months ago?

he grunts. "m-mhh- you're so hot. y'know that?"

"mhmm," you whine. "then fuck me harder,"

he grins widely, starting to grow increasingly rough with you as he jackhammers into you mercilessly. the tremble of your legs grew rampant, your body begging for release as his tip slams into your poor g-spot over and over again.

"satoru!" you whine, a final rush of pleasure coursing through you as you came and so did he.

the both of you panted breathlessly while none of you moved, letting yourselves adjust before you turn to look at him with pleading eyes. "wanna go for round two?"

[t0jisbunny]

teasing satoru with cruel jokes gets you nowhere... 𐙚

cw; rough sex, mean satoru, backshots, spanking, established relationship, hair pulling, creampie. mdni .ᐟ

“Nghh — ah! ‘Toru! S’too much!” you babble incoherently, face pressed firmly against the pillows as Satoru gives you the meanest backshots known to man. 

“Shut that pretty mouth and take it,” Satoru rasps, pounding you like never before — his heavy balls slapping harshly against your skin. “You asked for this, and I’m gonna make sure you remember that.” 

For once, Satoru wasn’t teasing, no cocky grin on his face, no messing around. You'd never seen him like this, jaw clenched, every thrust into your sopping hole more brutal than the last. 

It was just supposed to be a joke — a stupid prank. “Ugh I wish I was single.” Of course, you didn’t mean it, you just wanted to see his reaction, something to cure your boredom... 

And now? Now you’re paying the price. 

“Think you’re so fucking smart, huh? Saying shit like that,” he grunts, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. 

“N-No it was jus’ a — ngh! — joke!" you whimper helplessly, feeling your legs begin to give out, unable to keep your body upright any longer.

He delivers a harsh smack! to your ass to jolt your body back to life, leaning over your back until his mouth was hot against your ear, cock shoved even deeper into your poor little cunt.  

“Oh yeah? Think I found it funny?” he responds, punctuating his words with a series of particularly cruel thrusts. 

He nips at your ear, making you yelp softly before leaning back again, continuing to tug you back against his thick, leaking cock, your whimpers only spurring him on — making him want to ruin you even more. 

“Good luck being single when I’m gonna — hah — ruin this pussy for anyone else," he pants, his own release beginning to creep up on him.

You were a complete fucking mess, to put it lightly. Tears streaming down your face, hands gripping the sheets so hard your knuckled had turned white, inner thighs sticky from the countless orgasms he’d ripped from you. 

“No one can fuck you like I can,” he hisses, slapping your ass again, harder this time, “say it.” 

“N-No one can nghh! — fuck me like y-you.” 

That’s all he needed to hear.  

You feel his thrusts become short and sharp, filling you to the brim with hot cum, only slowing once he was satisfied your cunt had swallowed every last drop. 

Once he pulls out, your body goes limp, collapsing against the mattress. Just when you thought it was over, one large hand grips your hair, yanking it allll the way back until you were upright again.

“Spread ‘em,” he commands, watching you put your ruined pussy on display for him, his thick load trickling out. 

You turn your head as much as his strong grip would allow, catching a glimpse of the satisfied grin on his face. “Yeah, that’ll do."

A/N; felt like writing some mean satoru ;)

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

☆ NSFW (18+) :: throwing it back on unc!kuna  

knees deep in the uneven springs of the mattress, back dipped down into a nasssssty arch. he had one large palm resting on the crease where your hip met your ass, other hand flicking a lighter that had definitely seen better days, flame sparking up for a brief second before burning out. 

he kissed his teeth, cigarette pressed tight against the curve of his lips. "...stupid fuckin' lighter."

his grip on your waist tightened at the way he seemed to sink even deeper inside of you each time you rocked your hips back to meet his own—pace slow and steady, glide getting slicker with each stroke.

then you heard the faint crackle of the paper, satisfied hum vibrating through his chest. 

"just like that baby," he murmured, voice husky from the smoke, hips starting to press back into you with a pace that made you hiccup. "fit's just perfect, don't it?"

"mhmmm, it's ahhh—perfect!" you slurred, arch getting sloppier with each stroke, slight curve of his length letting him rub up right against your sweet spot, not even needing to turn around to know the smirk he had on his face—long drag letting the smoke billow out from his nose and mouth, curling up to tickle at the base of your spine.

"and here you were tellin' me i'm 'too old' for you," he chucked, palm moving down from your hip to curl over your ass, hand moving back to strike at the fat, quiet groan leaving both of your lips at the way it made you clamp down even tighter around him.

"you think one of your little friends could fuck you like this?" he slapped your ass again, a choked groan breaking free from your mouth. "get you to drip all over the sheets like a damn faucet?"

your cheeks heated in embarrassment, knowing damn well this man was a little (lot) older than who you'd normally go for—a topic which had been discussed greatly whenever you wanted to pick a fight with him, knowing that it would only lead to you being in the same position as you were now, getting fucked within an inch of your life.

but you'd had a good day today, and it was a good night right now, force at which he was now driving into you filling the room with the most obscene noises, smack of your skin against his only spurring him to move faster.

"n-no!" you choked out, earning an appreciative hum from him.

"i didn't think so." cocky bastard.

"so don't ever say i don't do anything nice for you. treating my mean girl so sweet right now, aren't i?"

he took his last drag of his cigarette before crushing it between his fingers, end thrown into the dark oblivion of your room, other hand now moving to draw messy circles over the slick of your glossy clit, arm anchoring you close so he could rut up into you with short, sharp strokes—drool spilling from the sides of your mouth into the pillow, toes curling up against the soles of your feet.

"shit 'kuna i'm c-close," you wailed, his fingers moving faster and faster until you finally fell over the edge, long drawn out moan only slightly muffled by your pillow, warm pool of pleasure rippling out over the rest of your body.

"so f-fuckin' sexy..." he spoke through gritted teeth, walls probably begging for more in morse code, squeezing around him even tighter, dragging himself in and out and in before burying himself inside of you—both hands coming to press your hips flush to him as a mixture of your combined release started to leak out over his thighs and the sheets.

he finally stilled, only sound in the room being his heavy breathing. more than a couple moments had to have passed before he finally moved, pulling out of you slowly, cold air hitting your core making you shiver.

you rolled over to lay on your back, sukuna's larger frame climbing up to lay next to you. 

"you really are somethin', ain't you?" he ruffled your hair and you were too tired to move away from it, other hand placing another smoke in his mouth, remembering the awkward angle he'd had to use before to light it up, red amber glow lighting up the harsh contours of his face—angular slant of his nose against the hollow of his cheeks making you want to climb onto him and start round two.

he took the cigarette between his fingers, bringing the filter down to your mouth.

"go on." 

you wrapped your plush lips around and inhaled, sharp bite of the tobacco smoothing out into the calming bliss of the nicotine—eyes fluttering shut as you blew the smoke out.

you cracked an eye open. "you gonna let me ride you or?"

his mouth split open in a wide smile, hand ruffling through the cropped pink strands. 

"thought you'd never ask."

a/n :: frog pose 15 minutes a day and you will be THE most flexible motherfucker in town...TRUST ME!!!!

[polaroidsex]

🜼 ⋆ toji hates when you cover your face whilst he’s fucking you dumb

tw: spıt, degradation, rough sēx !

“fuckin’ move your hand.”

his voice slices through the thick slap of skin on skin, ragged and breathless, but not any softer for it. his hips grind into you, deep and deliberate, cock dragging along your walls like he’s angry at them. like they’re the reason you’re crying already.

and maybe they are. maybe he is.

you cover your face anyway, forearm thrown over your eyes like it’ll save you. there’s snot on your lip, tears in your hairline, and your voice’s all broken up. you keep trying to tell him something—something about how it’s too much, how he’s too deep, how you can’t stop coming, and he just laughs, a sharp huff against your cheek.

“tch—again?” toji spits, a little amused. a little cruel. “can’t even take a proper fuckin’ dick without fallin’ apart, huh?”

your hand trembles where it shields your face, like it wants to fall. like it knows better. but then he shifts his weight, catches your wrist, and yanks it down to the bed with a slap of sweat-slick skin on cotton.

“wanna see your fuckin’ face when you cry.”

you whimper when toji says that and he simply grins.

“there she is,” he murmurs like he’s mocking tenderness, hips rolling slow now, filthy and sticky, cock buried in you to the hilt. he gives a rough thrust, then another—each one lifting your back off the bed, forcing your chest to arch. “s’pretty when you sob. keep lookin’ at me, baby. don’t go hidin’ now.”

you can’t. he’s so deep it’s nauseating. so thick it feels like your cunt’s gone loose and raw trying to keep him in. his pelvis presses right where it shouldn’t and it makes you jolt, a breathless little hiccup of pain and heat that makes your thighs twitch.

he notices. of course he fucking does.

“you like that? yeah, i know you do,” he pants, voice getting rougher now. his hair’s stuck to his forehead, eyes dark as sin. “cryin’ like a fuckin’ whore but keep squeezin’ me like you’ll die if i pull out.”

he grabs your jaw—his hand huge, fingers curling rough around your throat just enough to make your breath skip. your mouth falls open on instinct, dumb and wet and desperate for more, and he spits right on your tongue. doesn’t ask. doesn’t wait.

“swallow it.” and oh you do.

“good fuckin’ girl.”

he starts moving again, really fucking you now, rough and deep, his balls slapping up against your ass, wet and relentless. the bedframe creaks like it’s gonna break. your head knocks into the pillow with every thrust, dizzy and messy and barely present in your own skin.

“you think i’m gonna let you cum like this? when you keep coverin’ your face like a brat?”

you sob out a “no—no, please—i’m.. toji ngh, i’m sorry,” and he chuckles dark. leans down until your noses brush, until you’re forced to look up into those black eyes while he ruins you.

“yeah,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “you are sorry.”

and then he fucks you harder.

[https-iso]

satoru was pervert, that was a well known fact by all. it took you half a week to learn this. the first time you caught him was when he purposefully grazed his hand against your ass as he walked past. and your suspicions were confirmed when you’d find your room door open ajar, his scent lingering. it didn’t take a genius to figure out he had snuck in. but for what, exactly?

“satoru!” you barged into his bedroom, furious and ready to scold him from entering in your room. it was a firm belief of yours to respect each others privacy, that including, don’t enter one another’s room without permission. just as the words were on the tip of your tongue, your face faltered at the sight of him. satoru was on his bed with your now ruined panties fisted in his hand as he jerked off.

your favorite pair.

and he knew that because you absolutely loved wearing them with those low rise jeans of yours.

“fuck-“ satoru’s eyes widened, sitting up fast, making his head feel lighter than usual. it was no use in trying to cover himself up, you have seen everything. and i mean everything. his happy trail glistened in both sweat and.. other forms of liquid. satoru’s cock trembled in need, cum still shooting out. he found this hot. “i uh.. i didn’t-“

“those are mine!” you pointed at the pink laced underwear, absolutely disgusted. that bastard had torn a hole right in the middle of it.

“oops?”

it didn’t stop at panties.

he realized they were no longer enough to get off on anymore, resulting in ditching the comfort of his bedroom and going into yours. he had already broke several rules, why not just break all of them? you’d come home to uncleaned cum stains on your bedsheets that he left after previously humping them.

“ngh fuck..” his whimpers were muffled by the pillow he hid his face in, thrusting shamelessly at the bed. his cock slid deliciously through the wrinkles, fantasizing about it being your cunt instead. your scent was all around him.

that was another thing he absolutely loved about you, your smell. he’d steal some of your body wash and shampoo to indulge in it. when the products would run out, he’d happily replace them. “it’s the least i can do, pretty.”

and overtime, you grew used to it.

youd be lying if you said part of you didn’t like it. it’s not like you were innocent either. when satoru would be asleep on the other side of the apartment, your hand would grip the vibrator to muffle its buzzing sound, bringing it up inside you.

you gasped, feeling the vibrations fasten as you clicked on the speed button. earlier, satoru was spread out on the couch shirtless, playing mario kart on the tv. you were aching in sitting on his lap, riding him into oblivion. he was handsome after all. any girl would kill to be put in your position.

being lusted after a 6’5 man with a beautifully sculpted body? what a dream.

you recalled the memory, moving your head to the side, grinding your weeping cunt on the toy. would his cock be as thick as it? or would it be thin and long? it didn’t matter, as long as it was his. you saw white spots when you came, spilling over the vibrator and onto your bedsheets that still had his stains.

when you leaned down to hide it along the other toys under your bed, you failed to notice satoru listening in on the other side of the door, fisting himself at the pace he would imagine you were going.

he had hit the jackpot.

how come it’s never hit him to search for things under your bed? he knew about ovulation but never questioned how you’d deal with it. being the freak he is, he could tell when you were needier than usual. behavioral changes and the obvious of them all, your scent, would all change when ovulation hit.

when you were busy cooking dinner, he snuck in once again, getting on his knees to look under the bed. there was a clear box he pulled out. inside were all sorts of things. dildos, vibrators, handcuffs.

“knew you were a nasty girl..” he snickered, already feeling himself harden. satoru took one of them out, ready to lick it before your voice came from behind him.

“how shameless have you gotten to the point where you’re sneaking in while i’m still here.”

shit.

now, satoru’s punishment was simple. he thought he’d have to watch you play with yourself and not being able to touch you, but it was far from that. the toys weren’t going to be used on you, but on him.

“this one’s my favorite..” you hummed, grabbing his base.

“oh shit.. fuck. please..” satoru’s back arched, yelping when you pressed the vibrator on his tip. “baby! oh god, oh god shit. feels so good..!”

“does it?” you cranked up the speed, watching him shake uncontrollably, mouth open making his moans come out easier and louder. “shouldn’t have been a pervert.”

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | gojo’s kink for domesticity

TW. breeding, creampie, lactation kink, footjobs, like one mention of kicking him in the balls, “mommy” used several times

for gojo, love wasn’t quiet. he knew how fragile life could be, how any ordinary day could become his last. maybe that was why loving you had always come so loudly from him. obvious affection, wandering hands, shameless compliments tossed around like they came as naturally as speaking.

years together had softened the two of you, but he knew the changes were harsher on you than him. after two kids, your body was bound to change, but knowing that didn’t make it easier. he listened while you voiced your insecurities but never once validated them. it just didn’t make sense to him—he looked at you now and somehow wanted you even more. it’s why anytime you talked down on yourself, gojo treated the criticism like a personal insult.

“nah, don’t do that,” he’d murmur whenever you started picking yourself apart. he said it with the same effortless confidence he carried into everything else, as if loving you wasn’t a choice he’d made but an undeniable fact everyone simply had to accept. “be serious,” he’d scoff, hands warm against your waist. “you’re talking about my wife right now.”

unfortunately, with the stupid grin he wore afterward, it almost always worked. the times when you needed his reassurance though, it came in the form of your favourite flowers or date nights squeezed desperately between responsibilities.

other times though, he decided a more physical approach was necessary.

whenever you complained about your weight, he made a point of worshipping every inch of you, obnoxiously persistent about it, mouthing off compliments until your embarrassment turned into reluctant laughter. he’d spend hours fucking you, filling you up just to watch it dribble out. his voice would go hoarse with moans, whining about how good you’d look pregnant with his kids once more. of course he knew you were on birth control, but it didn’t stop him from shooting his cum inside you—it was the thought that counted!

he’d get so fucked out, completely drunk on your pussy, that he would start rambling about how badly he needed to suck the milk from your tits—how good it tasted coming directly from mommy. he fell into a certain headspace like this, so submissive with that glazed over look in his eyes and thighs rubbing together.

even though you didn’t want another kid, you still indulged the ridiculous fantasies he liked to entertain, mostly because seeing gojo satoru—the strongest, loudest man alive—reduced into something pliant beneath your attention was too entertaining to pass up. you let him whine against your chest while stroking his cock, his hips jumping into your hands each time you circled his tip.

on the days you had no patience for his nonsense, already exhausted from chasing after the kids and carrying the weight of everything else, he let you use him to burn your frustration away instead.

it took many forms, but your favorite had always been watching him crumble below you while your foot pressed down on his bulge.

“p-please,” would tumble from his lips far too quickly for someone with an ego his size, eyes glossy as he looked up at you with that unfairly pretty expression, somehow managing to be both humiliating and smug at the same time. “want it so bad, mommy”

his desperate whines only made you press down even harder, watching how he’d wince when you ‘accidentally’ kicked his balls before going to stroke his cock with your toes. this would go on for an embarrassingly short amount of time before a dark patch formed on his pants, drool collecting at the sides of his lips as he continued to rub your foot against his cock.

as annoying as you found it, you couldn’t deny the way it made you feel desirable again. you loved being looked at like you were still the center of somebody’s universe, and nobody had ever done devotion quite as loudly as him.

for gojo, love had never been silent. it was loud, messy, chaotic, something reckless that he couldn’t control.

but with you…the sleepy mornings and tangled limbs, kids laughing somewhere down the hallway, your tired smile waiting for him across the kitchen—quiet didn’t seem so bad after all.

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[serikai]

satoru can be such a fucking freak in bed

especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.

every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.

his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.

the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.

and he just can’t help himself.

the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.

he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.

he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.

“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.

“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.

his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.

the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.

you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.

satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.

“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”

he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.

the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.

satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.

he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.

the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.

you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.

satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.

[kentoruuu]

Things im craving rn

-airhead xtremes

- honey chipotle chicken strips

- jordan li

- ben n jerry’s

- dutch bros

-mileena

- coca cola icee

[sukuhands]

You hate Sukuna, but you can't hate all of him.

Based on this request♡ MDNI [frat!Kuna x nerd!f!Reader, reader has glasses]

You hate Ryomen Sukuna.

You hate his smirk, his arrogance, the way he’s sprawls across his bed right now without a care in the world. Most of all, you hate that Professor who paired you with him for this godforsaken biology project.

You were sat at his desk, your notes neatly arranged across it. "So," you start, keeping your eyes on your materials, "we're covering the female reproductive system. I've already outlined the—"

"Boring," Sukuna interrupts from behind you, still lounging on his bed, his eyes fixated on his phone.

Your jaw clenches. "This is worth twenty percent of our grade."

"And you'll make sure we get an A won’t you?" You can hear that annoying cocky smirk in his voice without even looking. "You're too stressed to let anything less happen anyways."

"I'm not stressed, I'm focused. Maybe if you actually tried—"

"Tried what? To care about fallopian tubes?" He laughs, the sound low and mocking. "Pass."

Gosh you’ve never wanted to throw your anatomy textbook at his stupidly handsome face more than in this moment. But instead, you took a deep breath and point to your diagram. "Fine, Let me simplify it for you then—"

"When's the last time someone actually fucked you properly?"

The question hits like a slap, completely and utterly uncalled for, your pen freezes mid-sentence.

"Excuse me?"

You hear the mattress shift as he sits up. "I'm serious. When's the last time you got properly fucked? Because this whole—" he's moving now, crossing the room toward you, "—wound-up, stick-up-your-ass thing you've got going on? That's clearly not your personality, that's textbook sexual frustration."

”What textbook even says that—”

“My personal one, the one riiight here,” He points to his head with a proud look.

Heat floods your face. "You're such an asshole—"

"And you're so fucking tense I'm surprised you didn’t snap in half yet." He stops beside your desk chair, looming over you. "I’m right aren’t I?"

"No," you lie, but your voice comes out too sharp, too defensive for your on good.

"Yeah?" He leans down toward you, his punchably handsome face inches from yours. "Because you look pretty rattled to me." He reached over, pushing your glasses up your nose with one finger, that should’ve annoyed you but instead it sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"I'm not—this is just completely inappropriate—"

"Come on, nerds like you usually like getting teased, isn’t that your whole thing?”

You exhaled sharply, completely hating the fact that this was actually somehow working on you. Was that his thing? Messing with the straight A’s so he could get of on it.

You cocked your head to the side, looking at him with daggers in your eyes.

"You know what your problem is?" Sukuna's voice drops lower. "You think you know everything because you can memorize some diagrams."

"And you think you know everything because you have a dick and an ego."

His grin widens. "I know a spot that’ll loosen your right up. Bet those losers you've been with couldn't find it even with a map."

"Oh please—"

Yet somehow you ended up on his bed, your course notes completely forgotten. His hands are under your skirt, painted fingers hooking into your already soaked underwear.

You were breathing hard, completely taken aback by the turn of situations, by the sight before you, Sukuna towering over you with this triumphant look on his face. Why did you evem agree to this?

"Relax," he hums against your neck. "I’ll make it soo good. You’re between good hands here." He chuckled at his own little joke.

"You're so fucking arrogant—"

"And you're so fucking wet already." He slides your underwear down your thighs, the cool air hitting that sensitive spot.

You felt overly exposed, not sure whether to slap him for staring or to yank him right down to where you needed him the most.

You want to argue but then his fingers slide through your folds making your breath hitch in your throat.

"There we go," he says almost to himself, to then slowly push one finger inside, then soon after two, especially after seeing how painfully good it seemed to feel by your expression alone, curling them in a way that makes your back arch with a low mewl leaving your lips.

"Feel that?"

"I—fuck—"

"That's the spot those idiots kept missing." He adjusts the angle, pressing firmly against that place deep inside that makes stars burst behind your vision. "Right there, about two inches in. You know, since you like the technical terms so much."

Your glasses start slipping down your nose, your face burning as you kept looking down at him with shy eyes, "Shut—ah—shut up—"

He reaches up with his free hand and pushes them back up your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I’mma need you to keep those on, can’t learn if you don’t see hm?”

"Asshole—" You fists clenched onto the bedsheets, the rough pads of his fingers bullying that mushy spot inside of you that made your limbs feel like jelly.

"What? Can't handle a little practical anatomy lesson?" His fingers kept working inside you, curling and stroking against that spot in an agonizing rythum until you were shaking under him. "You should do hands on studying instead of textbook, don’t you think?"

"I hate you—"

"Yeah?" He adds a third finger in protest stretching you so prettily around his fingers, your own protest turning into a broken moan. "Doesn't sounds like you do," he grins down at you, canines showing with that same confidence he has whenever he’d bully a comment at you in the hallway.

You're trembling now, your thighs slowly closing around him, the wet squelching aounds of his fingers working inside you filling the room. It wasn’t the usual building tightness you were feeling, the pressure was building but right at your pelvis. "Close already? You’re so easy." He clicks his tongue as he pulls his fingers out, leaving you empty and aching for that sweet sweet relief.

"W-Why’d you stop?!—"

"Chill." You hear his belt buckle. "I need to go deeper, wouldn’t want you to get a half assed demonstration, right nerd?"

You watch through hazy, half-lidded eyes as he strips off his shirt, revealing the hard muscles of his abdomen and the dark tattoos that snake across his chest and arms. His pink hair disheveled from removing his shirt, falling messily across his forehead.

He frees himself from his boxers without a second thought, your breath catches—he's big, flushed and already leaking at the tip. He strokes himself once, twice, his crimson eyes locked on yours with that infuriating smirk still splayed on his lips.

He reaches over to his nightstand, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a foil packet.

He catchs your wide-eyed stare as he tears it open with his teeth. "Don't look so shocked, nerd. I'm an asshole, not an idiot."

Oh but that wasn’t the part you were shocked about, you were just stressing over how that thing would somehow fit inside of you. You somehow forgot for a second that you were supposed to hate him, the hormones were talking louder than your thoughts at this point.

He lines himself up at your entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against you as his gaze rises to meet yours. “You look kinda cute right now,” You did not. Your hair was a mess, glasses crooked, face flushed red and your clothed were askew. “keep that up.” He winked then he's pushed inside you slooowly, thick, stretching you in a way that made your toes curl, you’d swear you could feel that vein on the underside of his cock slide against your walls.

Your hands fisted in his sheets as he bottoms out with a groan, as for you, you had stopped breathing all together .

"Fuuuck," he exhales , pulling back only to thrust in again, deeper this time, leaving no room for you to take a breath. "So fucking tight."

“Ah!— you jeerk—“ You can't think straight—can't think at all. Every nerve in your body is on fire with the feeling of him tilling you up, the stretch bordering on too much but somehow exactly what you need nonetheless. Your walls flutter around him in rhythm with his thrusts, trying to adjust to his throbbing length.

It's almost overwhelming, the weight of him above you, the heat of his hands digging into your hips, the way he's looking at you like he's sooo damn proud to have you looking like a mess on his bed. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps and whines as he starts to move, each shallow thrust sending sparks down your leg and up your core.

Tickling that soft spot inside of you that has put you completely out of service .

"Breathe," He laughs, one hand sliding up your thigh and pushing it up, giving him better access to that sweet, sweet spot, and a better view of course. "Don't pass out on me now, nerd. We're just getting started."

He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours with a loud slap, each thrust hitting that spot his fingers found, every single time. Your glasses are crooked and fogging up from the heat your emitting, the world going slightly blurry.

"Look at you," he says, almost mocking despite the filth of it all. "Taking my dick like a good little student."

Your skirt was pushed up to your waist, some of the buttons on your shirt had gone undone revealing your unflattering bra with little hearts on it.

"Sukun-ah!—keep g-going—"

“Yeah?” He chuckles, obviously liking the switch of dynamic coming from you. His hand up, fingers hooking under the fabric of your bra and yanking it down, freeing your breast which bounce with every thrust of his. He grabs a handful, thumb brushing over your nipple.

"Fuck, you should see yourself," he groans, fondling you, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers until your back arched towards him. "Wore your cutest bra, just for me?"

Even then he found ways to tease you, always when you were at your most vulnerable. You were a moaning mess, eyes rolling back, jaw hanging loose with filthy whines and mewls spilling out of you. That spot he was hitting was making you dumb.

"Atta girl," he groans, giving your breast a firm squeeze. "gimme more."

Your vision swims, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core. The wet sounds of him fucking you fill the room, bullying that spot you swear was a myth, obscene and soo perfect.

"Come on nerd," he encourages, rhythm never giving up, his thumb finding your poor neglected clit and applying just the right amount of pressure. "show me how much you hate me." he’s grinning ear to ear, tormenting you even though he’s balls deep inside you.

“S-Sukuna stop I have to—“

But before you can even finish your sentence, the pressure that had been building finally snaps, you're gushing around him, soaking his cock and thighs with your release as your vision blurs. It’s overwhelming, completely foreign, and you can't stop the broken cry that tears from your throat from how good it feels.

"Holy shit," Sukuna groans, his rhythm stuttering for just a moment. "Look at you, making such a fucking mess." There's genuine awe in his voice beneath the teasing, his grip on your breast and thigh tighteningp. "Didn't know you had that in you, nerd."

Your whole body trembles with aftershocks, the wet sounds even more obscene now as he continues to thrust into your sensitive pussy. You try to turn your face away but his hand moves to your chin, fingers gripping firmly to turning your face toward him. "Hah—don’t get shy now." He purrs, his hot breath fanning your burning skin.

Even through your fogged up lenses you can see that fake pout on his lips, paired with that mischievous look in his eyes. That perfectly hateful face just inches away from yours.

Your glasses sit crooked on your face, knocked askew, but you couldn’t care less at this point. Seconds had passed and your body was still holding onto his pulsing length inside of you, your hands now gripping his forearms to ground yourself from the dizziness of the stars brusting behind your eyelids were causing.

"There you go," he groans, still fucking you through it. "There's my good little pocket nerd." He gives a few harsh thrusts before you felt him pulse inside you, feeling the warmth of his release fill the condom.

His eyes never leave yours, making sure you saw every second of him proving his point. He had completely ruined you, or perhaps helped you?

The next moments were a blur, he reaches over carefully removing your fogged glasses from your face.

"These are a mess," he says, wiping them clean on his shirt that was lating beside you before handing them back. "Just like you." He grinned, way too proud of himself for that.

You put them on with shaking hands, glaring up at him, you suddenly feel extremely exposed, crossing your arms over your bare chest. "Still hate you."

"Yeah?" He smirks, that infuriating one that makes you wanna slap it right off. "Your pussy seemed to disagree." He winks at you and blows a fake mocking kiss at the same time.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, pushing him off with your hand smooshing his face away. "We still have a project due."

"Seriously?" He flops back on his bed, looking entirely too pleased by the way you looked. "Your ass is still shaking and you wanna work?” He reaches for your underwear and hands them to you. “Plus you got us soaked, how about a quick shower with your favourite person.”

You glared at him, trying to fix yourself as best as you could.

”I’m seriously going to punch you—“

“Go right ahead, but jokes on you I’m into that.”

You looked back at him with a frown, but you couldn’t help that corner smile to tug at your lips. “What even,” you rolled your eyes at him. “You know what, that’ll do for today, I’ll come back tomorrow—“

“Yeah you are.” His grin was maddening, canines on full display with that taunting little tone in his voice.

You hated Sukuna Ryomen, but you sure as hell loved his dick.

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[xolunee]

᭡୧ sukuna loves how vocal you get when riding him

You’ve been dating sukuna close to a year now and have done every possible intimate thing but if there’s one thing he can’t get over, is how much he loves hearing your moans and whimpers when you’re riding him but you can’t help but feel embarrassed.

Sukuna bit down on your lip, giving it a small tug before slipping his tongue past. Your hands ran through his chest as you pulled away to sit up straight.

A rush from your core surged as you slowly got up before slamming down into his cock. “Kuna!” You moaned. You continued thrusting up and down with full force as your eyes welled with tears and your body warming up. You repeated this motion, screaming his name as his climax closes in.

“S-sh-shit.” He growled. You leaned over and buried your face in his chest, fighting the urge to prevent another moan from slipping out.

“Y/n.” One hand gripped your ass as the other tugged on your hair to peer up at him. “Who’s got you wet right now?” His dominance was overpowering. You couldn’t look away from his piercing vibrant red.

“K-kuna..!” His cock thickened inside of you. “Kuna!” Your nails dug harder into his arms. His brows furrowed from the pain but didn’t stop teasing you.

“I can’t really hear you, I’m gonna need you to be louder.”

“Y-you.” You sat back up, eyes fluttered shut as his hand ran over your chest, feeling the warmth all throughout your body. “f-fuck I’m g-gonna come.” Sukuna took this as an opportunity to be in control. He thrusted his hip fast and hard against you. His cock penetrating your clit deeply. At this point, your mind went blank.

“Kuna..” you moaned. A low rumble sound from his chest. “Kuna!” You moaned slightly louder, drawing out a soft growl from him. “Right there” you gripped his hair tightly as you started to pant faster. He gripped your ass harder as he felt your clit pulsing around him.

“Kunaaa!” you screamed as your sex gave way to a rush of euphoria, white come all over you. Your body trembled in his hand as you got off and rolled over to his side slightly to catch your breath.

[rambld]

bull hybrid sukuna's only interested in bullfighting until he isn't | 18+

cw: mdni, bullfighting, mentions of breeding, virgin!sukuna, cow hybrid!reader, he's a DICK at first, fluff, handjob, male lactation, tit sucking, thigh humping, 2k words of plot + 1k words of porn (tried to make him look like a bull don't hurt me)

farmer geto and farmhand toji have agreed that it's time to expand sukuna's desirable bloodline. he's against the idea, having no time to help some random woman tend to his babies when he's got matches to win to keep his streak up.

that is, until he sees you at one of his fights, all pretty and utterly bored, gaze sweeping over the arena and him without pause as you chew gum, ears flicking and tail swishing behind you. it throws him off as he's so used to women here pawing at him and rubbing up on him like cat hybrids in heat.

he bristles when your nose scrunches in disgust at the violent sparring before you as if you're some princess forced to be here out of duty. it's your fault that his opponent gets in more blows that usual, ones he fails to block when your eyes meet and you roll yours.

with an earthquaking growl, he body slams the other bull hybrid, the crowd roaring with cheers that quickly descend into a frenzy of screams as everyone scatters when the opponent sails through the air and crashes into the stands.

everyone flees, scared for the lives as the security and handlers try to calm the raging pink-haired man who's huffing and puffing which earns a snort from you. that's when he makes you his target, crimson eyes blacking out like a shark's that just scented blood.

narrowing his eyes into slits, nose wrinkled he bows his head, horns lowered as he charges at you. that finally gets you moving but you don't get far as he crashes into you, caging you with his hulking form, crowding you against the brick wall that encloses the arena.

heart pounding in your throat, you keep your breathing steady, eyes on his and refusing to look away. gravelly grunts and grumbles rumble through his heaving chest, his gaze boring into yours.

if it wasn't for the stone wall, he would have impaled you with his horns which are now pierced into the crumbling surface like an ornament.

“you'd think a man in your sport would have better control of his temper,” you drawl, completely disregarding his frustration that's bubbling and boiling over.

snarling, his lips curl back, ready to cut you down with his creative vocabulary only to be startled when you flick his nose. hard. manicured nails clinking against his septum piercing. it stings as he gives an involuntary whine, eyes watering from the pain.

“kindly remove yourself from my proximity and go clean up,” you tell him and while your voice is polite, it's more of a command than a suggestion. “you reek.”

right, sukuna thinks, he's caked in dirt and sweat. he's meek for some reason. perhaps it's your scent that's a heady cocktail of milk, apples and warmth, it makes him feel a bit drowsy with how soothing it is.

clearing your throat, you arch a brow. embarrassed, he withdraws to find the tip of one of his horns broken off. karma, you think smugly, watching the referees back away now that he's left all on his own, marching off without so much as glance back.

but the tips of his ears are pink as they flutter, tail stiff and you can't decide if that's from embarrassment or anger. maybe a bit of both.

“that's the bull hybrid you want to pass down his genes?” you ask geto later over a glass of wine at a nearby bar. “fat fucking chance.”

“he brings in the money and lots of it. we'd make a fortune if there were more hybrids like him in the ring! please,” toji cuts in from behind you, both men flanking you at the bar counter.

you're close friends with geto's fellow farmer, shoko, having helped her start up her milk business since you're a veterinarian and make sure her livestock is in tip top shape at all times. so when the handsome man with dark, long hair asked if you could carry the babies of his prized bull hybrid friend, you'd said you think about it.

it's why you came to this degenerate fight ring in the first place though after that unsavory first encounter, you're not so sure you want to have anything to do with him.

the flashing sign of the bar flickers, casting a sickly green glow over the scarred wooden table. you swirl the red liquor in your glass, it reminds you of his eyes. you scoff, feeling the phantom pressure of a heavy weight against your chest. your shoulders still ache from being slammed into the arena wall three days ago.

"look, he’s just... high-strung," the farmer says, leaning in, his desperation is palpable.

beside him, his farmhand—a man whose eyes see dollar signs instead of souls—nods eagerly. "he’s a virgin, girl. he doesn't know what to do with all that testosterone. if he could just get a successful knot, he’d settle down."

"he’s a beast," you say flatly. you’ve been bred by the best and the worst. you’ve handled bulls that weighed twice as much as this one, bulls who thought they were biggest and meanest around until you broke them in. but this one? he didn’t want a mate. he wanted a victim for his rage. "he’s too big, too mean, and frankly, i don’t get paid enough to be his punching bag."

you refuse the breeding contract. but, out of loyalty to your mutual friend and a soft spot for the heavy-bellied cows in the barn, you agree to stay for a week as a midwife.

the first two days on the farm are a test of silence. sukuna is everywhere, a flash of pink here and a tatted hand there, helping you when you certainly didn't ask.

you’re kneeling in the hay, checking a heifer’s dilation, and you feel that heavy, oppressive shadow fall over you.

"i didn't mean to hit the wall so hard," a deep, gravelly voice rumbles behind you.

you don't look up. you don't even flinch. "go away."

he doesn't. instead, he starts leaving things.

a basket of sun-warmed peaches, their skins bursting with sweetness. a lattice-topped cherry pie, still warm, smells like cinnamon and apology. a fresh glass of orange juice and all the tangerines you could eat after hearing you gush about how much you liked the fruit.

nervously, he lingers around, brushing the horses manes that were groomed just that morning in an attempt to hover near and watch you enjoy the treats, his tail flicking whenever you let out an accidental hum in delight.

against your better judgement, the peace offerings had shaved down your dislike but not as much as watching him chase after the little lamb that fled from you when you tried to do its check up. watching it nuzzle against his neck while he chuckled was annoyingly endearing.

in the glittering lake on geto's property, you often catch glimpses of the now timid hybrid swimming with fuzzy, yellow ducklings that follow him as if he's their mother.

other times it's when he's running around with the resident buffalo, splashing in the water and laying on its back as they both bask in the afternoon sun.

you even catch him taking naps with the fluffy, highland cows beneath the shade of a tree, dappled in sunlight with his hat tipped over his face, breathing steadily as a calf sleeps on his chest.

it's all very wholesome and cute but there was one time that left you hot and bothered more than you'd ever admit. you'd gone into the bathhouse without knocking, wanting to soak in one of the big, wooden tubs after a long day.

only you weren't alone, you came to find out, when you walked in on him, brawny, tanned body rising from the glossy tub, droplets trickling down his tattoos and plopping into the water.

the surface rippled, steam curling and making it hard to breathe as he stood to his full height, towering over with rippling, sculpted muscles. slicking back his blush locks with his hand, his half-hard cock bobbed when rolled his shoulders and sighed.

god, he put most men to shame and he wasn't even at full mast.

blinking out of your stupor, you sputtered, “uh, sorry! i thought it was empty.”

that's when he realises you're there, ears twitching in his hair as his low-lidded eyes flit up to yours just as his hand wraps around his shaft, pumping it lazily.

“no worries, sweetheart. i was just leaving,” he rumbled, unfazed as he stepped out of the tub, hand falling from his leaking cock as he draped a towel around his hips and walked out, shaking the water out of his wet hair as you gaped.

on the third night, you find a necklace on your pillow. it’s a leather cord strung with a polished white tip, the base plated with a gold cap. you recognize the texture—it’s the piece of his horn that snapped off when he charged you in the arena. to a bull hybrid, giving away a piece of his horn is like giving away a piece of his pride.

curiosity finally gets the better of you. on the fourth night, you head toward the secluded bachelor pad at the edge of the property. you intend to tell him to stop the gifts, to tell him that a piece of bone doesn't make up for a bruised rib.

the door is ajar. inside, the air is thick—cloying and sweet, like overripe clover and heavy musk. you hear a pained, wet groan.

"go... away," he wheezes.

you push the door open. he’s slumped on a reinforced bench, stripped to his waist. he looks massive, his muscles twitching with a feverish heat. but something is wrong. his chest is heaving, his pecs swollen and tight, looking almost engorged.

as your eyes adjust, you gasp. his dark, pebbled nipples are slick and glossy. a white droplet teases the edge of one, hanging heavy before falling to splash against his thigh.

"you're...lactating?" you whisper in disbelief, stepping closer.

he covers his chest with a massive, trembling hand, his face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson.

"it only happens during the rut," he grunts, his voice breaking. "because i've never... i'm backed up. it hurts. it's disgusting."

you’ve seen a lot in the breeding circuits, but the sight of this terrifying, "mean" bull reduced to a shivering, leaking mess stirs something different in you.

after all, you're a doctor. you're bound to want to help someone in agony.

no other reason...

"it's not disgusting," you say softly, reaching out to pull his hand away. your fingers brush his skin; he’s burning up. "you’re just full. all that pressure has nowhere to go."

he looks up at you, eyes blown wide and glassy with desperation. he’s so much bigger than you, but at this moment, he’s helpless.

"i can help you," you murmur, leaning in until you can smell the creaminess of him. "can i drink from them? it’ll help."

a low, vibrating rumble starts in his chest—not a growl this time, but a plea. he nods frantically, his hands falling to his sides as he arches his chest toward you, offering himself up.

"please," he chokes out. "please, just do it."

the silence of the barn is replaced by the wet, sloppy sound of your thirst. you lean in, your hands framing his bulging, burning chest. up close, the scent is intoxicating—heavy, floral, and concentrated like condensed cream.

you take one glossed, turgid nipple into your mouth, and the moment your tongue swirls around the tip, he lets out a shattered, high-pitched gasp.

the milk surges forward, filling your mouth instantly. a thick, sweet stream hits the back of your throat, and you have to swallow hard to keep up with the flow.

it’s richer than any bovine milk you’ve ever tasted, warm and laced with the musk of his rut. you moan against his skin, your throat working in deep, greedy gulps. he’s shaking violently now, his large hands hovering over your head, wanting to grab you but terrified of his own strength.

"god," he rasps, his head lolling back against the wall. "y-you’re actually—ah!"

as you drain one side, your hand wanders down. you find the heavy, straining heat of his denim, palming the massive bulge that has kept him in such a foul, frustrated temper. he’s huge—frighteningly so—but as you squeeze, he doesn't growl. he whimpers.

moving your hand away, you shift your focus to the other side, your mouth latching onto the second engorged pec. you massage the firm muscle with your palms, coaxing the milk out, feeling the internal pressure finally begin to subside. every time your thumb brushes the base of his cock through the fabric, his hips buck uncontrollably.

he’s pinning you between his knees now, his thick thighs trembling as he tries to get closer to the relief you’re providing. you welcome it with an approving hum, legs spread around one of his thick limbs, grinding your aching clit down on the muscle.

"more," he pants, his voice losing its edge, melting into something soft and needy. "please, drink it all. i’m so full... i’m so—fuck—"

you don’t stop until the tightness in his chest softens, his skin cooling as you drain the fever from him. you pull back, a thin trail of white escaping the corner of your mouth, looking up at the "mean" bull who is now nothing more than putty in your hands.

he looks down at you, dazed and completely undone, his dignity traded for the sheer, blissful relief of being handled by someone who isn't afraid of his size.

taking your free hand, he gulps nervously, hesitantly dragging it under the waistband of his pants, right over his pulsing shaft. hips quivering under your warm, soft palm, he presses them into your touch and your fingers curl around his length, the tips of them not meeting owing to how thick he is.

groaning into his pec, a drop of milk trickles down from the corner of your mouth as you suckle harder, thumbing the slit of his cock and smearing his weeping precum along the veiny, ridged shaft.

hot breaths pant out of him heavily as you peer up at him, pussy pounding at the lewd expression on his face, lips parted, brows creased and eyes drooping.

“is this okay?” you ask, lips popping off his tit to lick up the dribbling milk. you don't want to waste a single drop.

a groan clogs in his throat when you begin to stroke his cock, his hips twitching for more as his stomach shudders, thrusting into your hold whenever you rub the tip. needing it wetter, you suck in your cheeks then let a thick glob of warm spit spat onto his jerking tip.

you look so drunk like this, drunk on him, he can't help toying with your ears that flutter like the wings of a butterfly, nudging your nose with his so you lift you chin and he can lick a flat, wide stripe up from your neck to your lips, cleaning the streak of sweet milk from there.

it tastes like a melted vanilla ice cream and a hint of your fresh apple scent.

“fucking perfect, baby. please,” he whines, cupping the back of your head and guiding your eager mouth to latch onto his nipple again, a bead of milk bubbling there again as your tongue swirls around it.

you straddled his lap, both hands wrapped around his cock now, slick, squelching clicking between his thighs as you pump him in snug, long strokes that have him giving deep huffs as his tail curls around your ankle, tickling your foot while you drink from him.

something snaps in him when you pinch his mushroom cockhead and you yelp when he flips you onto your back, crowding you. his hands brace themselves on the bench as he thrusts his cock fast and hard into the ring of your hands, harsh grunts and feral groans spilling into the air.

“ah, ryo, i can't—” you fuss, wanting to suck on his jiggling tits some more, still hungry for that sweet, condensed milk of his that's coating your tongue and throat.

though you're not complaining about the hypnotic sight of them bouncing in your vision, so plump and bruised with pretty indents of your teeth.

realising what he'd done, his thrusts stutter to a stop as a sheepishly pushes his cock into your hands again. “sorry.”

“it's okay,” you assure him, pushing him onto his back again so you can suck his nipple into your mouth, humping his thigh as you jerk him off at the pace he'd been fucking into your hands until his a squirming mess, his tail playing with yours.

you had to hand it to shoko and geto, they were right about you being able to handle this rough and tough bull hybrid.

little did you know, you two had a one-man audience. a peeping tom. the scar at the corner of his lip stretched when he grinned sleazily as he fucked his fist just outside the home, one green eye cast in a warm strip of light from the ajar door.

note: inspired by the talented @bluukive's bull hybrid!toji and @vals-lente's gladiator!minotaur <333 *posts and logs off*

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[fayelero]

BEAST !

-> the last client of the day bends you over the counter and fucks you stupid right in front of the windows

ft. ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

cw. mdni. unestablished relationship, unprotected sex, size kink, barista!reader, power imbalance, semi-public sex, exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, oral (fem!receiving), creampie, overstimulation.

The bell above the door gave a lazy jingle, cutting through the quiet hum of the espresso machine you’d just shut off. You sighed, rag still clenched in your hand, wiping down the counter for the third time. The shop was dead—had been for the last hour—and you were already counting the minutes until you could flip the sign to CLOSED and drag your tired ass home. Tokyo nights were cold enough without having to play nice with one last customer.

But you couldn’t exactly bark at him to leave.

He stepped in like the place belonged to him. Tall. Broad. Ink-black tattoos slashed across his face in sharp, deliberate lines—four sharp eyes, two of them narrowed like he was already bored with the world. Pinkish hair pushed back messily, black jacket hanging open over a tight shirt that did nothing to hide the ridiculous muscle underneath. The tattoos continued down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar, and something about the way he moved made the air feel heavier. Dangerous. Like a predator who’d decided to stroll into a fucking café.

You swallowed, heart giving a stupid little kick, and slipped behind the counter.

“Uh… welcome,” you said, voice softer than you meant it to be. “What can I get for you?”

Sukuna’s gaze dragged over you slowly. Those extra eyes—if you were seeing things right—seemed to flicker with amusement. A low, lazy smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the scar-like marks on his face shifting with it.

“Black coffee. Large. Hot enough to burn.”

His voice was gravel and smoke, deep enough to settle low in your stomach. You nodded quickly, cheeks already warming under that stare, and turned to the machine. Your hands felt clumsy as you grabbed a fresh cup, the scent of fresh grounds filling the small space. You could feel him watching you the entire time—those eyes burning holes into your back, tracing the curve of your hips, the way your apron tied tight around your waist.

When you slid the cup across the counter, your fingers brushed his. Just for a second. His skin was fever-hot.

“Here you go,” you murmured, pulling your hand back like you’d been shocked.

Sukuna didn’t say thanks. He just took the cup, turned, and dropped himself into the chair at the exact table you’d wiped down minutes ago. The one right in the middle of the shop, like he wanted to take up as much space as possible. His long legs stretched out, thighs thick under those dark pants, boots planted heavy on the floor. He took a slow sip, eyes never leaving you as you fidgeted behind the counter.

You wiped your hands on your apron, pulse hammering. He was… stupidly hot. In that terrifying, can’t-look-away kind of way. The kind of man your friends would warn you about. The kind you secretly thought about late at night when the apartment was too quiet.

You glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until close.

Steeling yourself, you stepped out from behind the counter, approaching his table with your hands clasped in front of you. Your voice came out shy, almost embarrassed.

“Um… we’re closing in about ten minutes, sir.”

Sukuna lowered the cup slowly, that smirk deepening into something sharper, meaner. Two of his eyes—fuck, how many did he have?—locked onto yours while the others seemed to drink in the rest of you. He leaned back in the chair, the wood creaking under his weight, and let his gaze drag down your body like he was sizing up a meal.

“Works for me,” he rumbled, voice low and dripping with something filthy.

Your face burned. You shifted on your feet, thighs pressing together without meaning to. The way he said it—like the shop closing early was exactly what he wanted—sent a confusing rush of heat through you. Confusion twisted in your chest, but it was drowned out fast by the way your stomach flipped. He was staring at you like he already knew exactly how you’d taste.

“I—I mean, you can finish your coffee, of course,” you added quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just… yeah.”

He chuckled, a dark, amused sound that vibrated straight through your ribs. Sukuna set the cup down and crooked a finger at you, slow and commanding.

“C’mere, pretty thing.”

Your breath hitched. Your feet moved before your brain could argue, carrying you closer until you were standing right beside his table. Up close he was even bigger—shoulders wide enough to block out half the shop’s light, tattoos stark against his skin, that scar on his lip pulling when he grinned.

“You always this polite when you’re trying to kick someone out?” he asked, tilting his head. One of his large hands rested on the table, fingers drumming once, lazily. “Or is it just for me?”

You swallowed hard, heat crawling up your neck. “I… I’m just doing my job.”

“Mhm.” His eyes—those extra ones too—narrowed with clear hunger. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, and the scent of him hit you: something dark, like smoke and warm metal and pure male. “You’re blushing, girl. Real cute. Makes me wonder what else gets you this flustered.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. The shop felt smaller. The air thicker. Ten minutes suddenly felt like both too much and not nearly enough time. Sukuna’s gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower, tracing the line of your throat, the rise of your chest under your work shirt.

He licked his lips, slow.

“Lock the door.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. His voice had dropped even lower, rough around the edges, like he was already imagining how you’d sound saying his name. Your heart slammed against your ribs. Part of you screamed this was insane—he was a stranger, covered in tattoos that looked like curses, radiating danger like heat off pavement. But the other part… the part that had been staring at him since he walked in… was already imagining those big hands on your waist.

You hesitated, cheeks burning hotter.

Sukuna’s smirk turned wicked.

“Don’t make me say it twice, sweetheart. Clock’s ticking.” His tongue flicked over one of the tattoos near his mouth, eyes gleaming. “And I’m not nearly done looking at you yet.”

The rag slipped from your fingers, forgotten on the floor. Your thighs trembled as you took one shaky step toward the door, his low chuckle chasing after you like a promise.

This was going to be a long ten minutes.

Your back hit the glass door with a soft thud, the cool surface bleeding through your thin work shirt as Sukuna stalked forward. Each step he took was deliberate, heavy boots eating up the distance between you like he owned every inch of the empty café. Those four eyes—two pairs, sharp and glowing with something feral—never left yours. The black tattoos across his face seemed to sharpen under the dim overhead lights, the markings on his neck and wrists pulsing like living ink as his muscles flexed beneath his jacket.

Gangster? Some kind of yakuza guy who’d wandered in for coffee and decided you looked like dessert instead? Your mind spun, pulse hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat. But the way he looked at you… it wasn’t murder in those eyes. It was hunger. Raw, unfiltered, terrifying hunger.

He stopped just inches away, towering over you. Heat rolled off his massive frame, that broad chest nearly brushing yours. One of his large hands came up, palm slapping flat against the glass beside your head, caging you in without even touching you yet.

“Lock it,” he repeated, voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated straight down your spine.

Your lips parted, breath shaky. “What… what do you want?”

Sukuna’s smirk widened, slow and vicious, the scar at the corner of his mouth pulling tight. He leaned in closer, lips hovering just above yours, his breath hot and smelling faintly of the black coffee he’d barely touched.

“You.”

The single word punched the air out of your lungs. No games. No pretense. Just raw possession.

“Now lock the door.”

Your brain short-circuited. Reason screamed at you—this was insane, dangerous, stupid—but your body had already betrayed you. Cheeks burning scarlet, thighs clenching together under your skirt, you reached behind yourself with trembling fingers and twisted the lock. The deadbolt clicked into place with a final, heavy sound that sealed the two of you inside the quiet shop.

The second it did, Sukuna moved.

His mouth crashed down on yours like a claim. No gentle buildup, no soft coaxing—just pure, bruising dominance. His lips were scorching, demanding, the slight roughness of that scarred mouth grinding against yours as he forced your head back against the glass. You whimpered into the kiss, hands flying up to grip the front of his jacket, and he growled in approval, the sound rumbling through his chest and into you.

He kissed like he fought—violent, relentless, devouring. His tongue shoved past your lips without asking, thick and hot, stroking deep into your mouth like he was already fucking it. You kissed him back just as desperately, shy at first but quickly melting, tongues sliding and battling as saliva already started to slick your chins. One of his hands gripped your jaw, tilting your head exactly how he wanted it, thumb pressing hard into your cheek while the other dropped to your waist, yanking your body flush against his.

Fuck, he was huge. Solid muscle everywhere, abs like carved stone under that tight shirt, thighs thick and powerful as they pinned you harder to the door. You could feel the obscene bulge of his cock already straining against his pants, pressing hot and heavy right against your lower belly.

“Mmph—!” you moaned into his mouth as he bit your bottom lip hard enough to sting, then soothed it with another filthy swipe of his tongue. He pulled back just enough to let you gasp for air, a thin string of spit connecting your swollen mouths, before diving back in even rougher. His extra eyes stayed open, watching every twitch of your face, every flutter of your lashes, drinking in your submission like it fed him.

Sukuna’s hand slid down from your jaw to your throat, not squeezing—just holding, possessive, feeling your frantic pulse under his palm. He ground his hips forward once, slow and deliberate, letting you feel exactly what you’d done to him.

“Pretty little thing,” he rasped against your lips, voice wrecked and dark. “Locking the door for a stranger. Bet that shy pussy’s already dripping just from a kiss, huh?”

"D-don't say that!" you whimpered, embarrassed heat flooding your face, but your hips rolled against him instinctively. He chuckled, low and mean, and kissed you again—deeper, filthier. His tongue fucked into your mouth in heavy strokes, mimicking exactly what he clearly planned to do to the rest of you. One big hand palmed your ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard through your skirt, fingers digging in as he lifted you slightly, forcing your legs to part around one of his thick thighs.

The position pressed his muscled thigh right against your core. You gasped sharply, grinding down on it without thinking, the friction making your eyes roll back. Sukuna ate every sound you made, swallowing your moans like they belonged to him.

He pulled back with a wet pop, breathing hard, lips shiny with your spit. Tattoos stark under the lights, pink hair messy from your fingers, he looked every bit the dangerous beast he was. Those four eyes burned down at you, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Gonna ruin this tight little body,” he growled, voice dripping sin as he rolled his thigh against your soaked panties again, feeling you tremble. “Right here on the counter. On every fucking table. Till you’re screaming my name and can’t walk out that door without my cum running down your thighs.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth claimed yours again, rougher this time, teeth nipping at your tongue, lips sucking bruises into your neck as his hands roamed—groping, squeezing, owning every inch he could reach. Your back arched off the door, fingers clawing into his shoulders, lost in the overwhelming heat and power of him.

Ten minutes had turned into forever. And Sukuna had only just started.

Your back was still pinned to the locked door, lips swollen and tingling from Sukuna’s brutal kisses, when you finally gasped out a shaky protest.

“S-Stop… talking like that,” you whimpered, face burning crimson. Your voice was barely audible, embarrassed heat flooding every inch of your skin. “It’s too dirty… I can’t—”

Sukuna’s four eyes gleamed with dark amusement. That wicked scar-lipped smirk only widened as he slowly dropped to his knees right there in front of you, massive frame still somehow dominating the space. His broad shoulders nudged your thighs apart without effort, hands gripping the hem of your skirt and yanking it up to your waist in one rough motion.

“No—” you started, mortified, trying to close your legs, but his iron grip kept them spread. “You don’t have to—”

“Shush~,” he growled, voice low and hungry. “This pretty pussy’s been teasing me since I walked in. Smells fucking desperate already.”

Before you could argue again, Sukuna buried his face between your thighs.

His hot tongue dragged up the soaked crotch of your panties in one long, filthy stripe, tasting you through the fabric. You cried out, hands flying to his pink hair, fingers tightening hard as your knees buckled. He ripped the panties aside with a sharp tear, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool shop air, and then his mouth was on you—raw, ravenous, no mercy.

“F-Fuck—!” The moan tore out of you before you could stop it. His tongue was thick, hot, and inhumanly skilled, lapping broad and messy from your leaking hole up to your swollen clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth with obscene wet sounds, tongue flicking rapidly while two of his eyes stared up at your flushed, shocked face. The other two were half-lidded in pleasure, focused entirely on devouring you.

You’d never felt anything like it. No man had ever gone down on you, and Sukuna wasn’t just doing it—he was feasting. Sloppy, loud, greedy slurps echoed through the empty café as he ate your pussy like a starving beast. His scarred lips sucked and kissed, his tongue fucked deep into your clenching hole, curling and stroking against your walls while his strong nose ground against your clit.

“Ahh—! Sukuna—!” Your thighs shook violently around his head. Embarrassment melted fast under the overwhelming pleasure. You couldn’t stop moaning, loud and broken, hips grinding against his face like a whore. He groaned into your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through you, and doubled down—sucking harder, tongue plunging faster, two thick fingers suddenly shoving inside you and curling ruthlessly against that spongy spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

Your back arched hard against the glass door, one hand clawing at his hair, the other slapping against the door for balance. “Oh my god— I’m— I’m gonna—!”

He didn’t let up. Sukuna growled like a demon against your soaked folds, fingers pumping brutally while his tongue lashed your clit without pause. Your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train—hard, sudden, blinding. You screamed, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy gushed all over his tongue and chin. He kept licking through it, drinking every drop, groaning in satisfaction as your walls fluttered and squeezed around his fingers.

Only when you were a trembling, whimpering mess did he pull back, lips and chin glistening with your cum. He rose slowly, towering over you again, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like he’d just finished a meal.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, voice wrecked. “Now bend over the counter.”

He didn’t wait. Sukuna grabbed your waist and spun you around, shoving you forward until your chest and stomach pressed flat against the cold countertop. Your ass jutted out toward him, skirt bunched uselessly around your waist, legs shaking. You looked back over your shoulder just in time to see him shove his pants and boxers down.

Your eyes widened in pure horror.

His cock sprang free—thick, veined, monstrous. Longer than you thought possible, with a slight upward curve and a fat, angry-red tip already drooling precum. The base was even girthier, heavy balls hanging beneath, and those black tattoos trailed down his pelvis like they were pointing straight to the weapon between his legs.

“It… it won’t fit,” you breathed, voice small and panicked, thighs pressing together instinctively. “Sukuna— that’s too big— there’s no way—”

He chuckled darkly, stepping close. One big hand gripped your ass cheek, spreading you open while the other guided his massive cock to your dripping entrance. The blunt head nudged against your soaked folds, hot and heavy.

“It’ll fit,” he growled, voice dripping with smug confidence. “This tight little cunt was made to take me. Relax, pretty thing.”

He pushed in slowly.

The stretch was insane—burning, overwhelming, delicious. Inch after thick inch sank into you, forcing your walls to part around his girth. You moaned loudly, fingers scrambling against the counter, mouth falling open as he filled you deeper than anything ever had. Halfway in and you already felt stuffed full, cervix kissed by his tip.

“Fuuuck— so goddamn tight,” Sukuna groaned, head tipping back. His hips rolled forward steadily, feeding you every inch until his heavy balls pressed against your clit and his pelvis was flush with your ass.

You were panting, drooling against the counter, eyes glassy. The fullness was almost too much—borderline painful but so fucking good. When he started moving—slow, deep drags that pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in—you couldn’t hold back the moans anymore.

“Ah—! Sukuna— oh my god—”

That was all the permission he needed.

His pace snapped harder. Faster. The wet, filthy slap of his hips against your ass filled the shop as he started pounding you properly. Each brutal thrust shoved you forward against the counter, your tits squishing against the surface, nipples hard and sensitive through your shirt. His cock bullied your insides, rearranging you, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your eyes rolled back.

“Take it— fuck, that’s it,” he snarled, one hand fisting your hair to keep your head up while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. “Scream for me. Let the whole fucking street hear how well you’re taking my cock.”

Your eyes flicked toward the large front windows. The street outside was dimly lit, occasional passersby visible in the night. Anyone could look in—see you bent over, skirt up, getting absolutely railed by this tattooed monster. The thought mortified you… and made your pussy clench harder around him.

You hoped nobody saw.

But you kinda hoped they did.

Sukuna noticed. He laughed low and mean, slamming into you even harder, the wet pap-pap-pap of his heavy balls smacking your clit driving you closer to the edge again.

“Dirty fucking girl. You like the idea of them watching, don’t you?” He leaned over your back, teeth grazing your neck as he pounded deeper. “Let ‘em see who this pussy belongs to now.”

Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, body shaking violently under his relentless assault. Sukuna showed no signs of slowing down—only fucking you harder, claiming every inch of your trembling body right there on the counter where you’d served him coffee barely twenty minutes ago.