A Triple Shot At Love - Hitoshi Shinsou X Katsuki Bakugo X BlackFemReader
Synopsis| Love Triangle, three college roommates are into eachother's crushes.
Warning (18+ NSFW) Content| Minors Do Not Interact
Aged Up Characters/ College AU
Pining/ Unrequited ? Love
Foul Language
Slighty OOC
Heavy Kissing
Spit Swapping
Oral [F!Receiving]
Denki is a sneaky link, lol
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Especially when those in question all live in the same house.
At first glance they look like your average trio of collegiate bestfriends/roommates. Don’t let that fool you. Underneath the guise of domestication, Hitoshi, Katsuki, and Y/N are all harboring a dirty little not so secret.
They’re all into each other.
Well, to clarify: Y/N has the hots for Hitoshi, who’s had his eyes on Katsuki, that’s smitten by Y/N.
Messy.
It doesn’t help that they’re all so involved with each other. Actual best friends aside from the fire and desire between their legs. Spending all their free time engaging, laughing, touching, cuddling. Platonic of course.
Cause what’s more friendly than creeping into your roommate’s bedroom for late night cuddles or lingering forehead kisses during breakfast.
For the sake of peace, they’ve all tried to bury those feelings, but when you live in close quarters with your crush things are bound to happen.
Like that one time when your period was really bad, and you weren’t able to make it into classes that day. Hitoshi had gone to collect all of your missed notes, and then went to buy your favorite things.
A soft knock wakes you from your afternoon nap. Too tired to move, you hum as loud as possible and wait for whoever to open the door. “Hey Squirt” your ears perk up at the familiar voice. Mustering as much energy as possible you turn to see tired lavender eyes and a lopsided grin. “Hito” you whine, “It hurts”. His eyes soften. “I know, baby. I got you some stuff”. It always made your stomach flutter when he called you that, even though he also said it to Katsuki on occasion. Pain killers, snacks, drinks, and a heating pad. “I’m sorry you’re feeling bad” he murmured, “I hope this makes you feel better”. Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest as he got comfy in your bed. Foolish warmth filled your chest at the considerate gesture. It shouldn’t mean anything. Your heart shouldn’t be doing the one-two step, but you couldn’t help it when you were running your hand over his lean figure and nuzzling against his neck to smell is cologne. A few moments of silence and then the front door slams open. “Oi dumbasses!” Sudden noises not mixing well with your migraine, you burrow closer against Hitoshi. “As pretty as that mouth is, can you please keep it shut for five fucking minutes. She has a headache”. Katsuki scoffs but makes no other outbursts as he crawls into the bed, pulling you from Hitoshi’s grasp. The loss of contact makes you whine, but that’s swiftly replace with sighs of contentment when the blond starts massaging your scalp. “Shoulda called me, Squirt. I woulda came sooner.” Soft lips press against your temple. “S’okay, Kats. Hito was taking care of me” you turn to smile at the other but he was staring at the blonde. Biting his lip as he unabashedly checks out Katsuki, who’s eyes never left your face. “s’that so, Princess? Bet he was real sweet, forehead kisses and shit. I want some special treatment” he jokes, making Hitoshi smirk in return. “If you want special treatment, just ask. I’d be happy to take care of you, Princess”. Laughter bubbles from your chest but you’re groaning internally. Why’d you have to fall for a gay guy?
Feelings are bound to happen when your brushing shoulders constantly. Remember those times when Katsuki was cooking, and you popped in to be his little helper.
Water bubbled, garlic sizzled, and glasses clinked. It would’ve been an ASMR masterpiece if you weren’t chattering aimlessly about your day. Some guys would’ve been annoyed or zoned out, but Katsuki listened intently. Hanging on to your every word. He loved your presence, especially when you were in the kitchen with him. Hovering nearby to dip your fingers in the sauce. Wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind. Answering his phone and typing out texts when his hands were too messy. Doing all that cute coupley shit that he craved, but without the benefit of being able to kiss and fuck you stupid. “Y/N stop that right now”. He scolded halfheartedly, plucking the sausage from your hands. “Aww, Kats. Please- you whined, “Let me taste your meat”. Holy fuck. Why must you test his patience? He’d love to let you taste his meat, but he knew you were stuck on eyebags. As if on cue, he appeared. Sauntering towards the two of you, resting his chin on the blonde’s shoulder and sandwiching Y/N in the middle. “Rule of thumb, if someone this pretty is begging for your sausage then give it to them” A hand squeezes his waist, distracting him while Hitoshi grabs two pieces of meat with his free hand. Tasting one for himself and popping the other in your waiting mouth. “Good girl” he winks when you chew and swallow, then he squeezes Katsuki again before heading to his room. “Kaatsuukiiiiiiiiii- you whine into his back. When you’re sure the sleepy bastard is out of earshot you start whining about how much you want to choke on HIS sausage. Bakugo just grunts and rolls his eyes because what the hell is he supposed to do with that!
It never gets easier witnessing your crush pining over someone else, no matter how close you are to that person. It’s easy to get jealous in these moments. Like that one time Hitoshi was in the kitchen with Katsuki, bickering over condiments.
“What in the actual fuck!” Katsuki exclaim, slamming the almost empty ketchup bottle on the counter. Brow raised, Hitoshi glanced up at the angry blonde that was scowling at him. “Somethin’ wrong, Kats?” His eye twitched and he bared his sharp canines, while getting closer to Hitoshi’s face. “Who in the fuck put the ketchup in the refrigerator?” Lavender eyes met red in an intense stare-off that led to Hitoshi’s dick twitching in his shorts. Eyes, briefly, trailing down the blonde’s torso, lingering on his pierced nipples before going back up. “I did” a finger slipped under the hoop nipple ring and he tugged slightly making the blonde wince, “What you gonna do about it?” Before he could retort in walked you, wearing a tank top and panties. Ass just out for display and tits spilling from the sides. Looking pretty fucking breedable in both men’s opinions. “Looking kinda gay there, boys” you giggle, pointing between the two. “I like what I like” Hitoshi shrugged, absentmindedly toying with Katsuki’s nipples. The latter didn’t even notice. Too busy drooling over your half-naked body. Biting his lip as he stared at your curves. “I don’t care as long as whoever underneath me is pretty”. Oh. That’s new. Hitoshi was pretty sure that Katsuki was straight. Maybe he’d actually have a chance if he wasn’t obsessed with you. Not that he didn’t understand the appeal. You’re fucking hot, a fact that has not gone unnoticed to the sleepy man on many occasions. His own moment ruined by heterosexuality, he decided to get a rise out of the blonde before departed. Walking towards you, he rested a hand on your waist and bent down to kiss your cheek. Very close to your mouth. “Looking good, Squirt” he purred, grabbing a handful of your ass, and squeezing with a pleased grown. He didn’t expect to feel so good. So soft. Shit. Bisexual panic took over for a moment when you whimpered his name. Glancing over his shoulder he noticed Katsuki stealthily covering the tent in his pants. Mission accomplished.
It’s messy sometimes, but it works. Unrequited desire had no negative effects on the friendship. As stated, you all are weirdly close. So, it wasn’t weird when Katsuki strolled into your room one night wearing only boxer briefs. “You’re a fuckin’ pervert, Squirt” he smirked, gesturing towards the smutty fanfiction you were ready. “Fuck you, Kats” you giggle, eyes never leaving the screen. Low chuckles and barefeet sounded, then you were being pulled from your sitting position on the headboard.
“Katsuki!” you exclaimed as the blonde climbed on top of you and rested his head between your breasts. “Shut up” he murmured, warm breath permeating your thin shirt. You smelled so good, and he could feel the way you jumped when his hand “accidentally” brushed over your budding nipples or when he was “getting comfortable” and rolled against crotch feeling the dampness of your panties. Story must be pretty fucking good.
Sighing, you lifted your phone in the air to continue reading while your free hand played with his blonde strands. Warm hands slipped underneath your shirt, stopping just below your breast. “Someone’s comfortable” you tease, pulling slightly at his strands making him groan appreciatively. “Keep doing that and … shit I don’t know just keep doing that.” He huffed, feeling too blissful to be snarky.
At least until Hitoshi walked by.
Stopping on his way from the shower when he saw Katsuki laying facedown across the bed, head buried in your tits with his ass and tiny waist on display. What a pretty picture, he thought, knocking on the door to catch your attention.
“Having fun without me?” Gliding across the room to settle next to the two of you. He lifted Katsuki’s legs over his lap, resting one hand on the small of his back and the other in your hair. “How could we?” The blonde groaned, lifting his head to see the adoring look you were shooting towards the oblivious man. “How’d you get so sweet, huh?” The words were directed at you, but his eyes were locked on Katsuki’s ass, hands sliding lower and lower until they were resting on the swell of his cheeks.
“What the hell, eyebags?” Katsuki says, but no real effort was made to move his hand, so Hitoshi left it there.
They all sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just strolling on their phones. A notification came up on Hitoshi’s screen and he groaned. “What’s wrong, Hito?” He shrugged, “Denks cancelled on me. Him and that redheaded guy made it official. That sucks”.
“Shitty Hair?” Bakugou lifted his head and Hitoshi nod, “About fucking time. I can’t blame him. Red’s fucking hot”.
“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence” He deadpanned, “but its cool it just sucks that I have to use my hand tonight”.
“Don’t feel bad, Hito. I had to cancel on my sneaky link” Bakugo cheered internally but kept his face neutral. “Why?” he asked, pulling up on his elbow so that he was looking down at your face. “He was being annoying. Trying to make things more serious but I don’t want to be with him like that. I already like someone, but I can’t be with them”.
Katuski rolled his eyes, “Tch, I can definitely relate to that. I can’t be with the girl I want either”.
“Are you serious? Why Katsuki? What girl wouldn’t want to be with you? She’d have to be stupid. Your so pretty and sweet and funny” She rambles on while rubbing his cheek affectionately.
The irony.
“She’s too stuck on some gay guy” He glanced at Hitoshi who was eyeing you.
“She’s insane”.
The blonde pushed his head back down between your breast to hide his laughter.
“Why can’t you be with the person you want to be with, Squirt?” Hitoshi asks, softly running his fingers across your cheek. “He’s gay” you sighed, nuzzling closer to his touch.
Bakugo shakes his head, and the two men exchange glances. “You really are clueless. Aren’t ya love?”
“What do you mean?” you ask, confused by the sudden change in atmosphere. Katsuki sits up, placing both hands on the sides of your head while looking down at you. “I like you.” He snaps, “I’m right here. Been here this whole time but you were too blind to notice”.
“You like me?” Eyes widening and a look of horror crossing your face as the realization sinks in. “Oh my god, YOU LIKE ME?” you repeat, suddenly sitting up and bumping your foreheads together. “Ahh” Katsuki groaned, “What the hell, Y/N?”
“I’m so sorry! I was just shocked!” you blurted, “I didn’t know that you liked me, and it caught me off guard because I’ve been telling you about my crush on Hitoshi. And now I feel guilty because I didn’t-
“Wait…” Hitoshi interrupts, “You like me?”
Heat rises to your cheeks and butterflies flutter in your tummy. Of course, you’d out yourself during one of your awkward rambling spells.
“Well- yeah, but you like Katsuki.” Now it’s his turn to be shocked. “OI! YOU LIKE ME, EYEBAGS?”
“Unfortunately, it seems that way.” Hitoshi sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.
“Well, what the fuck are we supposed to do about this?”
It was silent for a moment. The three of you exchanging glances and processing this newfound information. Hitoshi was the first one to speak.
“Well, I’m not technically gay” He chuckled when he saw your shocked expressions, “Yeah, I’m attracted to women, but I can be a bit rough.” His hand reached out for yours and rubbed his thumb against your wrist. “See you’re just so soft and small compared to me, Squirt. Wouldn’t want to hurt you”. You swooned, but Katsuki scoffed, “Tch, the fuck? You got some Terminator dick or something? Hitoshi Shinsou, pussy destroyer. She’s designed to push out whole babies, she’ll be fine”.
“Also, I’m not like those little twinks you bring around here. I am not a bottom. You want some ass, you gotta give up some ass”.
The outburst led to a good laugh, easing any awkward or nervous feelings dissipated as they moved closer. Falling into a sense of normalcy.
“So, what now?” You ask, Hitoshi leans forward, pushing you back against the bed and caging you between his arms. “Now we kiss”.
Sparks fly the moment your lips touch. Deft fingers find their way into purple locs and big hands find purchase on your waist. Squeezing your waist, Hitoshi’s tongue swipes across your lips, licking into your mouth when you gasp. He groans at your flavor. Tilting your head to the side as he deepens the kiss. Practically licking the back of your throat.
“Let’s not get greedy, Eyebags”.
The kiss is stopped abruptly when Katsuki grabs a handful of Hitoshi’s hair and yanks his head back. Eyeing him for a moment with their noses touching before smashing their lips together. They’re rough with each other. Hands flying between their hair and neck. Licking and biting at each other’s jaw. Grunting and groan when they grip on firm muscles.
The sight of them has you moaning. It’s just so fucking hot. Desperate for relief your hand slithers between your legs, but Katsuki see’s you from the corner of his eye. Pulling away from Hitoshi, he catches your wrists and pin it above your head. “Whaddya think your doing, Squirt?” He leans forward to lick your neck, trailing his fingers along your inner thigh.
“Y’all just looked so good. Couldn’t help myself” You whined, rolling your hips to get his hands where you wanted them the most. He denied your request. Chuckling as his hands trailed up your sides, lifting your t shirt to expose your breasts.
“Nice tits, Squirt” he winks, popping a nipple in his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers. “Kats~” you mewl, rutting your hips forward.
“She’s making a mess down here” Hitoshi drawls, staring half-liddedly at the wet spot on your panties. “Give her a taste then” he responds, grazing his canines over your bud.
Hitoshi is a little nervous because he’s never done this before, but his eagerness outweighed any doubt. While pressing soft kisses on your abdomen, his fingers slide into the waistband of your panties, and he pulls the down slowly. Groaning when he pressed the damp fabric against his nose, then licking the damp seat.
“Hitoshi~” you whined, covering your eyes with your hands. Katsuki smirked, “I knew you’d be a nasty fucking bastard”.
“Wait until you see what I have planned for you” He winked at the blonde, then dipped his head to take an experimental lick. “Oh. My. God” he groaned, lavender eyes blowing out completely. “Y/N you taste fucking amazing”. Back down in an instant, licking into your heart, slurping up all your liquid delight. He pressed his whole face in your pussy. Opening his mouth wide to suck your lips inside then spreading the seam with his tongue to flick over your clit.
“I could eat this fucking pussy for hours. C’mere , Kats you gotta taste this” He yanked the blonde down by his arm and squeezed his jaws open. Pursing his lips he let the mixture of saliva and arousal fall into Katsuki’s throat. He held his mouth open until he swallowed and patted his cheek before diving back into your pussy.
“Fuck, baby. He wasn’t lying. Taste yourself” The blonde climbs back up your body and shoves his tongue into your mouth. One hand is wrapped around your neck while the other teases your nipple. His wet muscle explores your cavern, filling your mouth with your essence. It’s too much.
Moaning, you pull away to warn Hitoshi, “ s’good, gonna cum” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut when you release all over his tongue. The purple haired man almost came in his pants at the taste. Hips grinding against the bed as he licked you through your orgasm.
“Fuck, Toshi. Baby. So good. That was so good” your chest heaved, and your vision was blurry but you managed to pull him in for another “kiss”. It was really just you licking your arousal off his cheeks and him biting at your lips and jaw.
“Damn, let her breathe a bit, I thought I was the one you had a crush on” Hitoshi could hear the smirk in his voice. He was gonna love putting that brat in his place. Placing a final peck on your lips, he turned towards the blonde.
“Feeling needy, baby” Katsuki swore his voice dropped an octave. He bit his lip to surpress his whimpers when Hitoshi pulled him in by the waist and kissed him deeply. Fingers tugged at his nipple and Hitoshi’s knee pressed against his bulged. A garbled “fuck” was all he could manage when Hitoshi bit his neck harshly and pressed into his erection.
“Y/N, sweetheart.” He called, lips still touching the blonde’s , “Time to suck some dick”
MEETINGS, GREETINGS N BREEDINGS (Geto x Choso x Sukuna x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)
Pairing: Rockstars!Geto Suguru x Choso Kamo x Sukuna Ryomen x Popstar!Reader
Synopsis: You’re a well-known pop star who has shocked sound waves around the world and stolen the hearts of your fans….including three unlikely, sexy, and tattooed ones that you’re all too familiar with.
One night, your favorite rock band and secret fans come to visit you backstage after one of your shows to confront you about you leaving their concert so soon after sneaking backstage and somehow making them all obsess over you. Even those who aren’t particularly fond of your bubblegum pop music.
Your team won’t be too happy about you spending any time with people who could “destroy” your image, but who gives a fuck when you’re getting laid by three hot rockers?
Tags: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), Rock Band/Musician AU, No Curse AU, Meet N Greet, Fan/Groupie!Reader, Alcohol + Marijuana, Teasing/Highkey Flirting, Foursome, Pleasure Doms!Geto + Choso x Mean Dom!Sukuna x fsub!Reader, Crushing, Sexual Tension, Dubcon/R*pe, Coercion, Spit Play/Spitting In Mouth, Triple Blowjob, Cunnilingus/Analingus, Anal Play, Triple Stuffing, Riding, Anal Sex, Oral Sex (Giving & Receiving), Public Sex, Exhibitonism, Cum Play, Breeding Kink, Analpie + Creampie, Facial, Caught In The Act
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I've had this idea for THE LONGEST TIME & I'm so obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter's fine ass that I just needed to write about a Black "girly pop" pop star getting dicked down by her rockstar BF/crushes. I thought this one was hot & I hope y'all do too! -Jazz
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Another night. Another show. Another adoring crowd.
The sounds of their endless applause and cheering combined with the last few notes of your hit song are like roaring seas in your ears, making your eardrums vibrate and your head swim. You grin with pride down at the thousands of twinkling cellphone lights in the rows of seats like stars in the sky.
“Thank you guys so much!” you shout into your bedazzled mic. “Did everyone have a great time?!”
The crowd screams with excitement and happiness all for you, dozens of signs and shirts with your face on them facing you. These are the moments that make a two-hour show worth it.
All of the quick changes into your glittery, skimpy outfits. Risking bunions in your heels after dancing across the stage in them. Facing burnout and physical exhaustion show after show. It is all worth it to put on a good show for your adoring fans.
You suppose it is because you’re a slut for praise. “See you guys next time!” you call, just as the platform you’re standing on lowers you down, down, down from the stage. “Stay safe and come back to see me again! Bye-bye!” You give a final wave and blow a big kiss to the crowd before you are finally off the stage and underneath it instead.
Then it’s the rush of reality: breaking down the stage props and set-up and hurrying to get to the next location. As soon as you’re off stage, Maki, your assistant, agent, and friend, swoops in with a towel for you to dab your makeup with, setting spray, and an ice cold water in your pink Stanley Cup.
You smile in thanks at her, glad to have something to soothe your parched throat and cool you down. You two walk together to your dressing room as the backstage explodes with activity: dancers, staff, and stagehands all do their best to wrap things up in time for the next stop.
Tour season is always hectic. It isn’t the most exciting thing in your career due to all of the mental and physical turmoil it can cause, but it’s worth it to wear cute outfits and see your pretty fans. “Soooo that’s show #45 down,” Maki says, checking something off on her iPad as she briskly walks with you in her heels. “Now you just have a Meet n Greet, and then you’ll have some downtime before we have to head out for the next location.”
You turn to face her, sipping on your water and doing your best to avoid ruining your glitter lipgloss. “How much downtime?” you suspiciously ask. Your agent peers over her black-framed glasses, knowing that you already know that your “break” is on a time crunch as usual. “About fifteen minutes at this point.”
“Ohhh, Maki, come on!” you whine, rolling your eyes. Maki pauses in the hallway with you, placing a hand on her hip in her black pants, top, and suit. “Look, you knew the drill when you entered this business, Y/N. I’m just trying to keep you on your toes and make things as easy for you as possible as your agent.”
You scoff at her response, knowing that she is right but still needing to rest your head. “But I need a break! I’ve been on the road for months now with no free time or days off.” You haven’t gotten a serious break in three months now! Breaks are scarce on tour and since you’re making a lot of money with tickets each night when you perform, you know that your manager is hesitant about wasting even a single day that isn’t in a stadium or rehearsing.
“What’s this I hear about days off?” You and Maki both jump at the sound of your manager’s familiar deep voice. You both turn like kids caught in the cookie jar, staring up at the older man with the sharp suit, glasses, and the stern look that only a dad could have.
You don’t feel an ounce of discomfort standing with the older man in your glittery, shimmery pink skin-tight mini dress, thigh-high boots, and push-up bra to make your breasts look even juicer than usual. Your manager has been in your corner for four years now, giving you the career you’ve dreamed about since you were young. “Mr. Manager!” Maki exclaims, standing tall and rigid. “Uh….Y/N just feels a little drained from the tour.”
You roll your eyes at her attempt at softening the blow to appease your manager and her boss. “A little? I can barely find words to speak because I’m so exhausted.” Your manager scoffs, fixing his glasses and shaking his head. “Dramatic as usual.” Despite the small smile on his face, you can tell he isn’t happy to hear this.
You look at Maki for reassurance, but she is more afraid of losing her job over every little thing, so you know you will have to handle this. But you’re a big girl. You’re not afraid of handling anything in your path. So you clear your throat and dab the sweat off of your forehead before you face your manager. “Mr. Manager, sir, it’s not that I’m not thankful for all of the work you put in for this tour, but—”
“You need a break?” he interrupts, raising an eyebrow at you. It makes your body flush with apprehension. “I thought you got that break the night we were in Tokyo, and you went to see that horrible band that I specifically forbade you from associating with.” He crosses his hairy arms over his chest, keeping that same firm, knowing brow that makes you flush.
‘He knows!’ you think. You were hoping your manager wouldn’t find out about your little “escapade” last Friday night to downtown Tokyo where you saw your favorite rock/heavy metal band, The Curses.
Comprised of three members in total, you have been a fan of the popular band for over five years now. They only started popping off two years ago and recently won a Grammy for “Best Rock Album” which propelled them deeper into popularity. They are now on tour, starting in Japan before moving onto international countries in two months.
You know that people looking at you or listening to your girly, bubblegum pop songs wouldn’t suspect that you listen to that hardcore shit. You know that people wouldn’t suspect that you’ve got a thing for the guys with tattoos, piercings, or “don’t give a fuck” attitudes either. But it isn’t your fault! It’s The Curses’ fault for being so goddamn sexy!
Geto Suguru, the guitarist, Choso Kamo, the bassist, and Sukuna Ryomen, the drummer, take up a good portion of your nights when you are alone. You listen so intently to the way Geto croons against the strings of an electric guitar. Or the way Choso’s sweet yet raspy tones shift into a sheer scream that excites you. Or the way Sukuna’s brash drumming skills rattle your eardrums and make you think about how big those arms are.
And they are. Each member is so big. So tall. Muscles inked with tattoos and skin adorned in piercings. They are the epitome of “bad boys” according to your manager. Saying that he doesn’t like The Curses or the fact that you’re so infatuated with them are understatements. He’s made arrangements to sit you away from them at award shows. While arranging your tour dates, he scheduled you to perform in places opposite to them.
Your manager takes your public image very seriously which is important for a star like you. You are well aware that the conservative parents would be on your ass even more if you were engaging with a shit-talking, tatted-up rockstar. “I don’t want you associating with anyone that can tarnish your image, Y/N,” your manager explained to you. “What you do on your own time in private is one thing, but engaging in anything in public is something else!”
And you realized that he was right. Your image is important to you too, especially when it comes to social media and paparazzi ready to catch you slipping. You’ve been going to clubs and hooking up in private for years now! You’re already very private about what you do, where you go, and who you see…so why stop there?
So after rehearsals, you kept that same energy last week when you went out on a whim to the venue that The Curses were performing at in downtown Tokyo. You had some downtime and figured you’d enjoy a night of freedom by seeing your favorite band in concert for the first time. You wore a skin-tight workout romper over your pink hoodie and paired it with a baseball cap (to be safe). Because your driver cares about his job, he drove you to the venue and promised to keep things under wraps if anyone asked.
Seeing the three rockstars wasn’t something you regretted. It was a treat to see the three strum those guitars, bang on those drums, and belt out the lyrics you knew by heart into their mics. It was especially something to see them strip off their shirts, exposing each ripping muscle etched in ink and glistening in sweat. You felt yourself throb and grow hot under your hoodie. You aren’t usually come off too eager for men due to your profession, but for those three? You were ready to sell your soul for a slice of dick from them.
You felt like the world disappeared around you as you stood in that pit with other adoring fans, none of them recognizing you (as far as you know) and feeling like you were one with the real world as the band played hit after hit. You felt like Choso locked eyes with you a few times and like maybe Sukuna stared into the crowd at you, his intense crimson eyes leaving you speechless, but you suppose that maybe it was the drink in your cup or wishful thinking.
However, after the show ended and you watched two girls fight over Geto’s sweaty towel that he wiped across his abs before tossing it into the crowd, you made a decision that you immensely regret now: you snuck backstage to see them. You don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that you were tired of your manager telling you what to do that made you so reckless, but before you knew it, you were signing an autograph for the band’s bodyguards and having them whisk you backstage to meet your faves.
You took a deep breath and fixed your hair out of its trap in your baseball cap before you knocked on their dressing room. Sukuna, in all of his six-foot something glory, answered the door, still shirtless and in his low-rise jeans. Your brain went blank as your eyes roamed over each ripping muscle, the pierced nipples attached to his massive pecs, and the ‘Look Here’ tattoo inked beneath his belly button to his cut lower stomach pebbled with fine, pink hair that trailed down to his–
“Helloooo?” he sung, cocking his head to the side. He wore a humorous smirk as he stared down at you, his spiked pink hair looking soft to the touch. “You okay?”
You swallowed hard, flushing in your hoodie. “Hi!” you chirped a little too loudly. “I-I’m—”
“Yeah, I know who you are,” he interrupted, still smiling at you. His tongue jutted out to lick his bottom lip and silver lip rings, making you think of him licking something else. “Someone’s gonna bust their nut seein’ you here.” Your eyes widened at his lewd words, your stomach flip-flopping.
“Who’s at the door, Sukuna?” someone called from inside. Then Geto appeared, just as tall and just as sexy in his loose tank top, enviously long black hair, and ripped jeans. He paused when he saw you, shocked before his expression softened. “Wow, what a surprise. You’re cuter in person, y’know.” He gave you a smile adorned with his lip ring before he called for the third member. “Choso, you’ve got a visitor! A fan, it seems.”
And then came Choso who wandered out of his bedroom in Kuromi socks and a white tee that did nothing to hide his toned body. He stared at you as if you were a mythical creature, his mascara-rimmed eyes wide. His cheeks went pink like the softest petals on a rose, somewhat making you throb. “Shit,” he breathed. “I could’ve sworn I just smoked too much before the show, but…that was really you in the audience tonight.”
Geto shared a knowing smile with Sukuna before he stuck his big hand out for you. “Nice to officially meet you, Y/N.” You nearly creamed at the sound of his name escaping his lips. “You too,” you giggled, shaking his hand. You ignored the zip of electricity that shot through your veins as his calloused palm met yours.
“Listen, I’m sorry to come through so randomly like this, but I was just wondering if I can get an autograph. I’m a fan of yours.” You dug your phone out of your crossbody bag, wanting all three on your phone case, but trying not to come off over excited or eager in the face of your three idols. “Ohhh, the pop princess is a fan of ours?” Geto chuckled, placing his hands on his hips. “What an honor. So you want our autographs, eh?”
“Only if you give him an autograph too,” Sukuna joked, nodding at a glaring Choso. “What? You’ve been tellin’ us you wanted one for years now!” You nearly combust right there. Choso is a fan of yours? Are the others fans of your music too?
Geto switched places, leaning his hip against the doorway. “We were just celebratin’ the end of our show. You should come in and hang for a bit with us.” Choso took his place behind the bassist, fidgeting with the tie on his sweats and earning your attention. Especially when it came to the black nail polish on his nails. How would those fingers look sinking inside your–?
“Unless you’re scared,” Sukuna chuckled, giving you a playful smirk. “I’m sure your circle ain’t filled with guys like us.” As if to make this clear, he slid a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit it up right in front of you, his crimson eyes locked on yours. The way his rings glinted and the black polish on his nails glistened had you ready to drop to your knees and suck his cock right there!
If this was done to intimate you, it did the exact opposite. It only made you feel more reckless and way more aroused than you were during the show. “Only if you have beer,” you giggled. The members looked shocked at your agreement to stay, but all the more pleased to have you there as Geto let you come inside their dressing room.
You stayed for about thirty minutes, chatting, drinking, and lowkey flirting with the bandmates. Geto and Choso got into a guitar battle, each one challenging the other to play certain notes as fast as possible on their strings. You just watched, imaging those fingers somewhere else moving just as quickly. As the effects of the beer started to kick in, you felt more open sitting between the three men on the couch. More risky. More flirtatious.
You giggled at Geto’s jokes. You complimented Choso’s songwriting and ear piercings just to see him blush. You foolishly took Sukuna up on smoking a blunt, giving him the finger when he laughed as you coughed and Choso got you some water to ease your lungs. Once the sexual thoughts started coming and the touches started coming (Choso’s knee brushing yours but not moving away; Sukuna’s hand on your thigh; Geto moving a piece of hair away from your glossy lips), you knew it was time to go.
You made an excuse about rehearsals being in the morning to which they took no problem. “Let us know what show you got comin’ up before you leave Cali,” Geto said as he walked you outside to your ride. “Maybe we’ll come through and see you perform.” He gave you a one-armed hug at the door, leaving your hoodie drenched in his scent and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke.
That night, you went back to your condo after successfully dodging paparazzi and used your trusty rose toy on yourself to the thought of those three tattooed studs with Geto’s cologne on the pink hoodie covering your naked body, whimpering out their names as you came two times that night.
You immensely regret your decisions now as your manager gives you the evil eye. You gape at Maki who quickly puts her hands up in defense. “I-It wasn’t me!” she stammers. Your manager shakes his head disappointedly at you. “You forget I have eyes everywhere, Y/N. How else am I supposed to protect my biggest pop star?”
Knowing him, he could have bribed your driver. He could have had people at the venue where The Curses were performing. You swallow hard, trying to think of a counter argument or an apology, but your manager cuts you off. “Oh, and not only did you risk your safety and go to a show by yourself, you also went backstage with the assholes, apparently.”
You scowl at him, alarmed by him knowing this…then you realize it. “You tracked my phone, didn’t you?” you hiss. Your manager blushes, realizing that he’s been caught. He had a habit of doing that to you before and you told him how much you hated it. “You said you’d stop doing that! I’m not a fucking kid!”
Your manager looks around at the prying eyes, realizing that you were doing this in the hall. “Let’s discuss this in private.”
But you step away from him, enraged, nearly knocking into Maki who quickly takes your Stanley cup in fear of you bashing it across your manager’s head. “No! I understand that I put my safety in jeopardy, and I take full accountability for it, but fuck, I needed a break! And I wanted to see my favorite band, so why couldn’t I?”
Your manager’s jaw tenses (not a good sign) and he takes his iPhone out. Wordlessly, he taps away on his phone before he shoves it in your face, showing you TMZ’s website…and several photos of you at The Curses’ concert. You walking into the venue. You in the audience. You walking backstage. You hugging Geto outside.
Oh. So maybe you weren’t as successful as you thought.
“Your image is already being tarnished with the trashy tabloids catching flicks of you and that band,” your manager huffs. “They’re bad news, Y/N, and you know it. When you agreed to be in this business and signed that dotted line, you agreed to the image WE constructed for YOUR career!”
You wither at the photos and under your manager’s scrutiny. You feel stupid and embarrassed. All you wanted was a night to yourself and this happens? Maki quickly steps in though and passes your manager’s phone back to him, hiding the photos from view. “She can’t perform if she’s mentally exhausted, Mr. Manager. Just give it some thought.”
Your manager heaves a sigh and pockets his phone. “Very well. Just go to your dressing room before your Meet N Greet tonight. We can talk about this later.” At the sound of a crash, he quickly excuses himself and hurries off to see what the fuss is about. Maki walks you to your dressing room, tentative yet cautious, not wanting you to pop off or break down. You already feel like glass, vulnerable and transparent.
She leans against the door and warily watches you as you rip off your boots, plopping down on the couch. “I just got word that the Meet N Greet start time was extended because of a medical issue, so your break time is extended. I’ll come get you when the event starts. Call me if you need anything.”
You barely look at her as you mutter out a saddened “I’m fine.” She doesn’t push it and instead leaves you to decompress and be alone with your thoughts. You use the next ten minutes to strip, shower, play your soothing music, and fix your makeup for your Meet N Greet in your vanity mirror. You are just applying setting spray when–
Knock-knock!
You roll your eyes rimmed in mascara and glitter before you storm over to the door in your pink robe. “Maki, I told you I’m fine,” you groan. But when you open your door, it isn’t your agent standing there at all. Your agent isn’t six foot, beefy and buff, tatted up, or a man with spiked pink hair. “Who the fuck is Maki?” Sukuna grumbles, scowling in confusion at you.
Choso stands behind his bandmate in his usual black attire, though he ditched the tee for a muscle tee that squeezes his pecs. “Her agent! She was just with us, you dumbass!” he growls. Sukuna turns to the guitarist, glaring daggers at him. “Call me a dumbass again and see what happens.”
Geto in his deadly Sex Pistols crop top and jeans combo luckily steps in before the two can fight. “Stop. We’re not here to fight in front of this cutie’s door. We’re here to congratulate her on her amazing show.” He turns to you with a smile, his handsome face accentuated by his long ponytail.
You stare up at the three men towering over you, making you feel ten times shorter than you are. You can’t believe it. They’re really here. “Y-You came?” you dumbly ask, your voice soft and whispery. Sukuna and Geto flat out laugh at your response while Choso does his best to stifle his.
“I was serious about payin’ you a visit,” Geto says with a smile. “You were really good.” You feel your face heat at the compliment, exposing yourself as a praise slut down to the bone. “We’re fans of yours too. ‘Specially him, remember?”
He nods at a blushing Choso who elbows him in the ribs. Sukuuna leans against the doorframe, making you think of a giant with how fucking tall he is.
“That was some outfit you had on at the finale,” he croons in his deep, tantalizing voice. You notice Choso’s eyes roam over your robe, making you feel exposed despite the covering. You feel yourself throb at the idea of them admiring you in your costumes tonight, somewhere in the dark in the audience.
Despite still being starstruck, you manage to swallow your spit and open your mouth to talk. “T-Thank you,” you stammer. “Um….you guys wanna come in? I’ve got snacks and drinks. Alcohol included.” You open your door wider to reveal the pink walls and plush pillows in your dressing room. “You guys make yourselves at home and I’ve got plenty in the fridge.”
“R-Really?” Choso stammers, looking like a wide-eyed raccoon with his eyeliner. “You sure it’s okay? We wouldn’t want to–”
Sukuna silences him by wrapping an arm around his neck, squeezing him into his armpit. “Shut up and get inside, dummy,” he huffs, dragging the bass player into your dressing room.
Geto follows after, giving you a whiff of his cologne as he passes you. All of them smell good: Geto has a hint of vanilla in his cologne while Sukuna smells more like pine and Choso has a sprinkling of orange combined with sandalwood. You want to wrap yourself up in all of these scents and have them stain your clothes.
As you shut the door, you watch as the three men look around your room, so comically big that they make the room look like one out of a dollhouse. “Cute room,” Geto comments. “It’s fit for a princess.” He glances at you as he says this, making you flush inside of your fluffy robe. “Did Maki send you?” you curiously ask.
He nods, trailing his finger over one of your pink, plushy pillows on your couch. “She did. Gave us backstage passes and hats too, so nobody would be suspicious.” You make a mental note to thank your agent later.
Sukuna stands over by your kitchenette, his brows narrowed. “Why? You afraid to be seen with us?” Choso and Geto shoot him a glare that says, ‘Shut the fuck up’.
But you don’t take any offense to it, already knowing how hot-headed and aggressive Sukuna can come off. “No way! I just don’t want you guys to get in trouble. My manager isn’t very fond of you.” Sukuna snorts at this, waving off your worry. “Like we give a fuck.”
“We won’t be here for long,” Geto reassures you, giving you a wink. “We just wanted to check in on you after you bailed on us last Friday night.”
“Yeah, we were sure you got sick or something,” Choso says, awkwardly standing by your couch as if he has no idea what to do. Sukuna chuckles, taking a banana from the fruit basket on your counter. “Or that you ain’t like us no more.” He begins to peel it right in front of you and eat it, much to Choso’s scathing glare.
You start to feel guilty for cutting your night so short when you were hoping for so much more…but maybe you can make up for it now. You take a seat on your couch, laughing off their assumptions. “Definitely not that. Sorry I had to leave so soon, but I can make up for it now. I told you I was a fan…and plus, the tattoos help.” You lock eyes with each of them, your tone no doubt flirtatious and suggestive.
Each of the rockstars take notice of your change in demeanor, suddenly stopping whatever they were doing to give you the attention you desire. Sukuna finishes the banana, tossing the peel into the trash can. “You like tattoos?” he asks, his voice making delicious chills roll down your spine. His crimson blood eyes on you give you a sudden sense of confidence that makes you want to act up. “Mmm-hmm. And drummers.”
You watch as Sukuna’s eyes widen a bit, taken aback by your boldness, before a smirk stretches across his face. Geto takes a chance and sits down next to you on your left, crossing one long leg over his knee. “Not guitarists? I’m hurt.” He presses a big hand to his heart, right in the middle of his broad, mouth-watering chest.
Sukuna scoffs, suddenly over near you despite having just been in the kitchenette, and takes a seat on your right, sandwiching you between himself and Geto. “Please. You act like you’re the only one who can play a fuckin’ guitar.” You hum thoughtfully to yourself, looking between the two members’ strong, talented, capable, inked hands. “With fingers like yours, I’m sure you two go head to head.”
You didn’t mean for that to sound as sexual as it did, but it does and all three take notice of it. The air shifts to something that is tense with a sexual energy that makes you want to strip off your robe and douse yourself in cold water. Geto tosses an arm behind the couch, right behind your head. “We could always show you again, y’know. I’m no sore loser, but I don’t back down easily, either. Especially in front of cute girls.” The way he is looking at you makes you want to melt into the couch, his gaze laced with seduction.
The only thing that keeps you from possibly jumping on the two members is Choso’s fine ass. “You keep the water in here, right?” he asks, opening your mini fridge. You nod, telling him to help himself, and exposing your little alcohol collection. Choso takes the bottle of tequila out of the fridge, holding it up with a humored smile.
“What kinda stress are you under to have a bottle of that in your dressin’ room, girl?” Sukuna scoffs with a laugh. You shrug, giggling along with the members. “My manager. Paparazzi. The constant strains of pressure and fame…y’know how it goes.”
“We should break that open then,” Geto suggests, telling Choso to bring over some paper cups. He does, but brings over some water too, sitting down next to Sukuna with the drinks. “So you think your dad, I mean your manager, would approve of us bein’ in here with his precious little popstar?” Sukuna asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
You passively shrug as Choso passes you a cup and pours you a shot of the tequila. You can’t bring yourself to care about your manager or your career right now. “Probably not…but he ain’t here right now, is he?” You give each member a sneaky, playful smile. “Plus, this is my dressing room and I can have whoever I want in it.”
A playful, flirtatious light flickers in Geto’s violet eyes, his handsome face making it almost impossible to look at him. “So you want us here?” he asks, his voice dipping low, so low that it makes your nether regions tremble. Instead of answering and drawing your cards all at once, you raise your cup for a toast. “Cheers to a great show and even greater company,” you chirp. The four of you clink cups because taking a shot of the strong, clear liquid.
As soon as it slides down your throat, making it sting, and settles in your stomach, you feel a rush of the warmth that you needed to feel tonight. That warmth grows hotter and hotter like a volcano as time ticks by, chatting and lowkey flirting with the band members. You talk about everything under the sun: favorite artists, animals, places you’ve traveled, foods, movies, etc. You laugh over funny stories and discuss what you’d want to do with your career in ten years.
Suddenly, the band members have been in your dressing room for a half an hour now and you don’t take any notice because of how much you enjoy them being in your presence. And because you’re drunk. You’ve taken too many shots and the tequila is working its wicked ways on you, leading you to strip off your robe and reveal the cropped pink top and teeny, tiny shorts underneath.
You take no notice of the way the three stare at you, their eyes roaming over your legs and the way your thighs peek out under your skirt. Choso winds up next to you since Sukuna got up to ravage your mini fridge. You reach out to gently stroke Choso’s forearm where a tattoo of his little brother’s face is (Yuji, his name is). “I like your tattoos,” you slur. “They’re so pretty.”
The bassist's eyes flicker with light while his cheeks grow pink. “Oh, yeah? You said you like tattoos.” His confidence is oozing out now, the both of you acting up off the tequila. You lazily nod, your hand trailing down to his elbow, his skin hot to the touch. “Mmm-hmm. And piercings.”
“Uh-oh,” Geto chuckles from your left. “Somebody’s a little tipsy.” He sounds far away but near at the same time. Sukuna comes back over with a bottle of chocolate vodka and plops down next to Choso, making the couch shake. “Let’s give her some more. She’s cute when she’s drunk.” He pours you a shot of the vodka, a deviant smirk on his face.
But then you remember…don’t you have something important to do later? “Oh, I-I shouldn’t—”
“It’s your dressin’ room, ain’t it?” the drummer interrupts. “You can do whatcha want.” He pauses, stifling a laugh. “Don’t tell me ya let your manager tell ya whatever he wants ya to.”
You flush at his teasing, hesitantly taking the cup from him. The sweet aroma of the chocolate mixed with the strong scent of the vodka stimulates your nostrils. Sukuna grins at you and he suddenly reminds you of the Big Bad Wolf and you’re being seduced to his jaw.
“A girl like you deserves a break, right?” he chuckles.
Yes. Yes, you do.
So you take the shot. Choso takes it with you, hooking your arms together to down them at the same time. Once the vodka is down, you lean back against the couch to gather yourself, but the couch feels too solid. It’s Geto’s chest. You’re too drunk to be embarrassed about it.
“So you said you like piercings.” His statement takes a moment to process in your foggy head. Everything sounds muffled. “Mmm-hmm,” you hum against his chest, nodding. His hands come around your front to massage your shoulders and neck, his fingers gentle yet firm. “I bet you do,” he murmurs. “I bet you wanna know how one feels.”
Confused, you peer up at him, finding that he is already looking at him. His handsome face eclipses the ceiling fan light above you like the moon would the sun. “What do you mean?” you weakly ask. Suguru smiles, slow and seductive, his lip ring glinting at you. “I’ll show you.”
Before you even realize it, the guitarist is leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. It is soft, slow, and tastes like tequila. You moan against his lips, tensing slightly from his unanticipated act, but quickly, you settle into his kiss, melting against the softness of his lips and the coolness of the lip ring pushing against your lips. Strands of his black hair fall from his ponytail, tickling your face.
Then you feel his tongue swirling against yours and with it, the cool metal ball of his tongue piercing. Is that what he meant by “feeling” a piercing? Because if so, you fucking love it.
As soon as it happens, it ends and Geto pulls away, but not before giving your bottom lip a teasing suck, leaving you wanting more and almost gasping for air. “Choso, you’ve got snake bites, right?” he chuckles, giving the bassist a wink. “She might wanna get a taste of those too.”
Suddenly, you are sitting up and facing Choso now, his ringed, tattooed fingers interlaced with yours. Your eyes bounce from his black-ringed eyes to his plump lips where those two black studs stare back at you. “You okay with this, love?” he asks. “I don’t wanna do somethin’ you’re not comfortable with–”
You interrupt him by leaning in and giving each other what you both want, his snakebites pushing against your bottom lip. He moans in surprise at the kiss, but quickly melts into it, his hands moving to grasp your hips. Your fingers toy with his forearms, feeling up the firm muscles, while his pierced tongue toys with yours, swirling and dancing with each other. Heated breaths and soft moans escape your kiss, giving you both the impression that you’re enjoying this.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Sukuna growls impatiently. “I ain’t get my turn yet and neither one of you lowlifes know what the fuck you’re doin’.” Begrudgingly, Choso stops kissing you, his eyes slightly unfocused and dazed with lust.
Suddenly, you find yourself pulled into Sukuna’s lap, your ass on his thighs and his hands wrapped around your waist, one palm squeezing your ass rather possessively. “I’ve got enough piercings for you, princess,” he murmurs before his lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth.
And he does. Other than the two rings hanging from his bottom lip, he has three silver balls pierced in a row in his tongue that feel like ridges against your tongue. His kiss is rough and sloppy, causing saliva to gather between your mouths. You moan into the kiss, your hands caressing his gages and helix piercings, trailing down to his stubbled jaw. The rough strands of his stubble brush against your cheeks, making you envision how they would feel rubbing up against the tender flesh of your thighs.
“Ooooh, she likes that,” Geto teases, both he and Choso watch you makeout with their drummer. “Poor baby acts like she ain’t been touched in years.” Sukuna chuckles, the scent of tequila and chocolate vodka on his tongue. “Probably not if her manager’s got her under lock and key.” Both hands are grasping your ass now, moving you so you are straddling him.
“Like the pretty, innocent little thing she is,” Geto sighs from behind you. The compliment makes you flush and want to duck under your bed covers. But Sukuna tsks, disagreeing.
“Pretty? Yes. Innocent? Hell no. This one’s got slutty written all over her.” His tongue juts out to give your jaw a lick, trailing down to your neck.
Geto tuts in disapproval even as you softly whine at Sukuna’s tongue working across your skin. “Oh, don’t be so vulgar, ‘Kuna. Sexy would be a better word, don’t you agree, cutie?” You can’t speak. Your mouth is full of cotton and your tongue is heavy. You smell orange blossom in the air and Choso’s hands are on your shoulders. “Is this still okay?” he whispers. “We’re not botherin’ you with this?”
“Um…” It’s all you can even think to utter. Your mind is foggy and numb, everything sounding like a good idea with the alcohol pumping in your veins. Sukuna laughs, grinning at Choso. “Oh…she’s bothered, but not the way you think. She’s just too shy to ask for what she wants.”
You feel shame at your body betraying you, hating that Sukuna can feel how wet you are. You can feel it yourself staining your shorts now, soaking through your panties. The drummer tilts your chin up to face his intense, lustful eyes that are laser hot and aimed at you. “What’s up, doll?” he coos. “You want me and my bandmates to play with you tonight and make you sing?”
Again, you are silent, too drunk and too embarrassed to speak. Sukuna firmly squeezes your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him. “Use your fuckin’ words,” he softly growls. “You want us to fuck you?”
The air is thick with tension and words left unsaid. The ball is in your court now. You should refuse. You should tell them to leave and be the good popstar that you were groomed to be. But the way your pussy is throbbing with need clouds your judgment. “Yes,” you admit. “I-I want that.” You can physically feel the lust and relief radiating off of the three bandmates. “Then you’ll get it,” Sukuna growls. “Your door locks from the inside, right?”
And as soon as your door clicks and locks, you are trapped within the four walls of your dressing room with your very drunk, very horny idols. And you couldn’t ask for a better break time. Time seems to move fast and slow at the same time for you. Every kiss that you get from the idols is slow and wanton, but every piece of clothing that falls to the floor is quick and intense.
You ogle and indulge in your idols’ shirtless upper torsos as their shirts come off before moving onto their shoes, socks, and pants. They strip for you, revealing rippling muscles inked in tattoos, motorboat-worthy pectorales, lickable abs, toned thighs and legs, and grabbable asses.
“Like whatcha see, cutie?” Geto chuckles. You wordlessly nod, earning a laugh of adoration for your cuteness.
Then your clothes come off, Sukuna peeling off your bottoms to reveal your pink thong underneath while Choso takes off your top, carefully peeling it off of your head. Sukuna admires your ass and thighs in your thong, his hands drinking in your soft skin smooth with vanilla-scented lotion. “Such a slut,” he groans. “You’ve been dreamin’ of this, haven’t ya?”
Choso busies himself with your breasts, his hands molding and massaging each one, paying attention to your soft moans. “So pretty,” he murmurs before suckling on one of your hardened nipples. Your moans grow louder, especially when Sukuna begins leaving open-mouthed kisses on your mound. But your sounds are swept up by Geto’s lips when he leans over to kiss you, his pierced tongue swirling with yours.
Suddenly, moments later, you are trapped between Geto and Sukuna, hands in your hair and a cock against your naked asscheeks only covered by the straps of your soaked thong. You are on your knees between Sukuna’s thick tree-trunk thighs, his hands possessively grasping your face as he kisses you while Geto ruts his hard, girthy, curved cock up against your ass, soft groans leaving his lips.
“Fuck, cutie pie,” Geto sighs, loving the way his cock, tan like the rest of him, looks between your asscheeks. “You’ve got an ass fit for a stage, you know that, right?”
SMACK!
His big hand comes down onto your asscheek, making it sting. “Ah!” you gasp, tearing yourself away from Sukuna’s lips to gasp at the sudden pain. The drummer tsks, scowling at Geto as the guitarist runs a hand across your arched back. “You didn’t do it hard enough. Lemme show you how it’s done.” Then he mirrors Geto, raising his hand and smacking your ass.
SMACK!
He hits harder than Geto, causing the sound to ricochet across the dressing room walls. You let out a choked moan as the stinging sensation overcomes you, spreading across your asscheek like a wildfire. He does it again, making your ass jiggle and tears spring into your eyes. But despite the pain, your pussy throbs as if it is a pulsing, throbbing heart in your thong.
“Didn’t that feel good?” Sukuna chuckles, cocking his head at you. His thumbs wipe at your right cheek where a lone tear drop drips down your face. “Aww, what’s with the tears, doll? Did that hurt…or is that poor lil’ pussy desperate for somethin’?”
Geto moans from behind you, still rutting and grinding his cock up against your panty-covered pussy, making the fabric so wet that it sticks to your lips. “Clearly. She’s rubbin’ up against me…fuckin’ soaking me.” You continue to rub yourself back against his cock, much to Choso’s enjoyment. He watches from the sidelines, his hand in his pants, teasing himself, his face flushed pink at the lewd sight. “C’mon, guys,” he groans. “I’m here too. Stop hogging her.”
The cock is suddenly torn away from you, depriving you of what you need. “Oh, of course not,” Geto chuckles. “We’ve gotta let the popstar take care of her biggest fan.” He gives your ass another smack and a feeble grab before he lets Choso have you, telling Sukuna to cut it out and let their guitarist have a taste of you now.
You move onto Choso, admiring his body as he stands before you over the couch, shrugging his pants and briefs down in one swipe. His cock reveals itself to you: pale, veiny, slightly pink at the head, and pierced. Your eyes widen at the silver frenum piercing there in front of your naked eyes, ready to be tasted. Standing up on your knees on the couch cushions, you stare up at a blushing Choso who stares down at you as if you’re a Goddess reincarnated.
“Look at what you do to me,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around his dick. His balls, smooth and heavy, hang for you, ready to be suckled on. “No one makes me like this but you.”
And then, finally, he is jutting his hips out and sliding his cock in your wet mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet, plushy insides of your cheeks wrapping around you.
You begin to suck on him, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks for him, earning soft groans in response to your actions. His cock slides against your tongue, pushing farther to reach your throat, emitting a groan from his soft lips. “Fuck,” he swears, his breath hitched on the word. “Now would you look at that,” Geto whistles. “So eager. “Y’know, you suck almost as good as you sing and dance, cutie pie.”
Zzzziiiip. Suddenly, he’s standing next to Choso with his thick cock in your face, jutting from a nest of neat, black curls and a mouth-watering happy trail.
He smirks at you with his bandmate’s dick in your mouth, loving how slutty you look. “Think you can take me too, cutie? I’m a little bigger than that sparkly mic you use, but I think you can manage two dicks, can’t you?”
Choso’s cock slides out of your mouth and is quickly replaced with Geto’s, filling your throat up and slowly fucking it as if it is no more than a toy for his consumption. You stroke Choso’s cock with one free hand, allowing him to fuck your fist while Geto busies himself inside of your mouth, his hand clasped in your hair.
And then another cock appears in your peripheral vision, right next to Choso. This one is girthier and curves downward, the pink head dripping in pre-cum and pierced at the tip. “Make that three,” Sukuna growls, pushing his cock up against your soft cheek. “Don’t leave me outta of this. You wanted us and now you’ve fuckin’ got us.”
Geto slides himself out of your mouth and Sukuna’s cock pushes itself between your lips, forcing itself into your mouth. “Just ‘cause you’re some big star don’t mean you get to be pampered,” he grunts, hissing at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth enveloping him.
Sukuna is much rougher with you, gripping your hair and pounding his cock into your mouth, causing his balls to swing and slap against your chin. “The biggest pop star in the game on her knees with three dicks in her face.” He pauses, laughing to himself. “What a headliner! Do you realize how lucky you are right now, dollface?” He pulls out of your mouth with a groan, a string of spit connecting from his cock head to your bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so and he leans down to spit between your lips. He doesn’t need to tell you what to do with it. As if programmed for it, you spit his saliva back onto his cock and slurp it back up into your mouth, earning aroused groans from the three members.
For the next few minutes, your mouth is used as their personal fleshlight, only used to stimulate and please them. When one cock goes out, another goes in, filling your sloppy throat and fucking it, damn near causing you to gag. Their dicks reach the back of your throat, causing tears to well up in your eyes and drip down your face, ruining your makeup and leaving traces of mascara and glitter.
As they fuck your mouth with abandon, you rub yourself against the couch cushions, grinding your cunt against them for relief. The more you suck, the hornier you get, your pussy gushing and creaming in your panties. Sukuna notices and smiles wolfishly. “You good, doll? Those hips are movin’ around an awful lot.”
He taps his cock against your tongue. Tap-tap-tap. “Needy slut. Ya need some help with that?”
You don’t even have to say yes. They already know from the swirl of your hips. Your body can no longer control itself. Suddenly, you are being bent over onto all fours while Geto and Sukuna kneel behind you.
“You take care of her mouth, Choso,” Geto murmurs, his hand stroking your ass. “We’ll take care of your girl back here.” Sukuna cuts him a glare that could kill, but Geto ignores it. “She’s got two holes for a reason,” he chuckles.
In the blink of an eye, you have those two holes filled with skillful, pierced tongues while Choso fucks your mouth off its hinges. You have never felt as used as you do now, on all fours with your back arched and two tongues fucking your holes. Sukuna sloppily eats your cunt, sucking on your pussy lips and clit, while Geto pries your asscheeks apart, spitting into your hole before slurping it back up.
You squirm and writhe with every movement, doing your best to keep your mouth latched around Choso’s cock even as you moan and whine from every spark of electric, explosive pleasure that enters your core.
“Oooh, she’s a squirmer,” Geto laughs against your hole. “Does it feel that good, cutie?” Sukuna growls against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body that make you tremble. “Hold her down. She’s not gonna do fuck-shit when I’m back here.”
Geto obliges and firmly holds your thighs while Sukuna grabs hold of your ankles, pinning them to the cushions. Now you can’t move and you’re forced to take every tongue lashing they give you, their moans traveling into the very tips of your toes and fingers. Lewd, sloppy, wet sounds travel through the air from the tongue fucking you’re receiving and your wet lips wrapped around Choso’s dick.
You can feel yourself reaching the end, your holes becoming too sensitive the wetter they become. You scream around Choso’s cock, causing vibrations to travel from his balls all the way up to his head that plunges deep into your throat. “God!” he gasps. “L-Love…fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! I-I’m gonna…gonna–”
Knock, knock, knock!
“Y/N!” Maki calls through the door. “The Meet N Greet starts in fifteen! I came to get you!” You swear you’ve never felt such fear. Choso instantly pulls out of your mouth while Geto and Sukuna cease in their lingus. “Shit!” the band cuss in unison.
You press your finger to your lips, silencing them. You need to handle this if you want to finish what you started. “Y/N?” Maki calls again and knocks, causing you to jump. “Are you asleep?”
You quickly clear your throat, preparing a lie. “U-Uh, I’m up!” you call, doing your damnedest to sound normal and like you’re not engaging in a foursome right now. “I’ll be out soon, Maki. I’m just fixing my makeup and hair right now. Come get me in five.”
Maki makes a hum of uncertainty, but gives in regardless. “Okay, but you’d better be ready because Mr. Manager is already high strung tonight.” And then she’s walking away, her heels clicking down the hall. You release the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, thanking a higher power for their blessing.
You then turn your attention back to your idols, raising an eyebrow. “Think you guys can cum in under fifteen minutes?” you ask. The three men smile, overjoyed that you still want to end this night with a nut. “You got any lube hidin’ in here?” Sukuna asks, giving your pussy a harsh smack that makes a high-pitched whine escape you.
After finding your secret stash of sex toys (rose toy, vibrator, and cherry-flavored lube) in your Hello Kitty duffle bag, Sukuna squirts some lube onto his fingers and proceeds to rub it along your asshole while you’re on all fours on the carpeted floor, shivering and whimpering from the cold substance.
He gently probes your ass with one finger, paying close attention to the way you whine and arch your back like a cat in heat, his cock growing harder at the sights and sounds of you. For extra lubrication and stimulation, he pries your asscheeks apart and sticks his tongue in, slurping at your asshole and spitting in it, telling you how cute you are back there and how can’t wait to stretch you out so no other man can even compare.
After you apply some lube to his cock, Geto gently pulls you down onto the floor with you in his lap, straddling his toned stomach and rubbing his cock against your sobbing wet pussy lips. “Just look at me, okay, cutie? I wanna see your face when you take all three of us.” His violet eyes stare deep into yours despite turning into slits as soon as his cock sinks deep inside of your pussy, causing you both to moan and for your nails to sink into his chest.
Choso stands above you, stroking his cock to the image of you bouncing on his bandmate’s dick, cheeks flushed and eyes hopeful for his chance to fuck your throat again. Sukuna stays in his place behind you, rubbing his cock up and down your asscheeks. “Bet you’ve been dreamin’ of this,” he grunts. “All of us fucking you dumb. Haven’t you?”
Rapid puffs and huffs of air leave your lips as Geto bounces you up and down, causing the sound of skin slapping against skin to drift into the air as your ass comes down onto his thick, muscular thighs. “Y-Yes,” you weakly moan. “Couldn’t…oh, fuck…couldn’t help it!”
Geto’s cock feels too good for words. Every time it brushes against the wet, gummy walls of your cunt, stretching you out, and your internal clit is stimulated, your mind grows blank and nothing else matters.
“Be gentle with her,” Choso orders. “She has her Meet N Greet soon.” Even as he says this, he rubs his cock against your soft cheek, causing you to turn to gently suckle on the head. Geto grins at him, his handsome face etched in pleasure from your wonderful, tight, wet pussy wrapped around him. “Don’t worry, Cho; we’ll make sure she can still walk by the time we’re done with her.”
But Sukuna is less optimistic or supportive. “No promises,” he cackles. “Not that she’s complainin’ about it. Now can you two shut up and fuck her already?” Choso obliges by sticking his cock farther into your mouth, once again filling it, making your lips stretch around his shaft.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” He proceeds to fuck you in time with Geto, wrapping a hand around the back of your head to keep you still.
“Keep that mouth busy, Choso,” Sukuna orders. “Brace yourself, doll. You’re gonna feel a little full.” He gives your ear a teasing lick before he lines himself up and slowly sinks his cock into your asshole. Inch by inch. Second by inch. ‘Full’ isn’t even the right word to use to describe how you feel when he slides his cock in the tight rim of your asshole. You have never felt like this before.
It takes a moment to adjust and surprisingly, Sukuna allows you that time by pausing and slowing his movements, paying attention to your body language. But once you’re finally loosened up, your holes practically melt around the three cocks fucking them, back to back, al at once pounding you senseless. “Easy, baby,” Geto coos. “Just relax, we’ve gotchu. Just let us fuck you…let us make you feel real good.”
The sounds of their moans, grunts, and swears of pleasure drift through the air like cigarette smoke, traveling up the ceiling and bouncing off of the walls. Your holes become sloppy from the spit, lube, and pre-cum entering them, making them easier to fuck. You are used as if you are no more than a fuck toy. A fleshlight. A sex doll. You can’t get enough of it, arching your back and shoving your jiggling breasts into Geto’s face which he happily sucks on.
“Ah, fuck!” Choso groans, his eyes squeezed tight from the pleasure. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good!”
“So fuckin’ good,” Geto moans. “Don’t, ah, let this go to your head, oh, fuck, but your pussy is the best I’ve ever had.”
Sukuna leans over to whisper in your ear, giving you deep, long strokes that have you crooning and whining around Choso’s cock. “How’s it feel gettin’ your holes pounded by some rock stars, huh, babydoll?” he gruffly asks. “Is it everything your slutty ass thought it’d be?”
As if saying yes, your throat flexes and latches tight around Choso’s cock, nearly making him bust right there. “Fuck, whatever you two just did, do it again!” he whines. “Her throat just got tighter!”
Geto places his big hands on your ass and proceeds to drill himself up into you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars over and over again. “C’mon, cutie, work for our cum,” he pants. “Make yourself cum all over this cock. You can do it.” Combined with his pounding, Sukuna’s deep dicking, and Choso’s moans as he fucks your mouth, you have no choice in the matter anymore.
You don’t even realize you’re screaming until Choso’s cock slips out of your mouth.“Oh, my God!” you moan, loud enough for anyone outside of your dressing room to hear. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!” Your screams of pleasure continue to escape your mouth, growing more and more needy, desperate, and wild the closer you get to cumming.
You don’t even hear the sounds of knocks at the door over the sound of sex. “Y/N?!” Maki yells outside your door. “What’s going on? Open the door!”
You don’t hear her or the door knob jiggling. You only hear your idols’ salacious moans and Geto’s sweet voice in your ear. “Give it to us, baby,” he whispers. “Give us all that cum and take those loads. You’re such a good girl.” The three go faster and rougher, pounding you senseless, ruining your makeup and hair as Sukuna pulls on your locks and Choso fucks your mouth so roughly that the tears dripping from your eyes ruins your foundation.
The knocks on the door become louder, booming against the wood. “Y/N!” your manager shouts. “Open the door! Y/N, who’s in there with you?!”
And then finally, with a needy whine that nearly makes your throat hoarse, you finally spill your cum all over Geto’s cock, squeezing him for dear life as you try to drain every ounce of his nut out of him. Your orgasm triggers the band members’ and soon, they are finally cumming for you too. “Cumming!” Choso moans. “I’m…gonna…fucking…”
Suddenly, all three of the sexy, tatted, pierced up rockstars shoot every ounce of their creamy loads in every single one of the holes they occupy. Geto grips your hips and screws his handsome face up, sweat trickling down his neck as he cums deep inside of your pussy, causing your thighs to become sticky and wet with the substance.
With a guttural moan and every single cuss word known to man, Sukuna grips your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he shoots his load into your ass, filling the tight hole up with his spunk before pulling out to rub the rest onto your asscheeks. Choso chooses your face to cum on, pulling out and quickly fucking his fist before ropes of white cum spurt out of his pierced cockhead, coating your lips, cheeks, and tits in the sticky, wet substance.
You are completely and totally covered with their cum by the time your dressing room door is forced open. Your head swivels around to face your agent, your manager, and the two big, burly security guards that they got to break in your door. “Oh, my God!” Maki shouts, dropping her iPad in shock. She and the others’ faces are etched in shock and horror as they are met with the sight of you and The Curses completely naked with the dressing room smelling of sex.
A beat of awkward silence extends in the tense, cum-and-lube-scented room before the band members each let out a laugh. “Don’t worry, Mr. Manager, sir,” Geto chuckles, gently stroking your ass. “We were just leaving. We just had to help out your little star.”
Gently, he and Sukuna pull out of your holes with matching groans, causing their cum to ooze out of your pussy and ass down your thighs. As they quickly get dressed, Choso gently lies you down on the couch and passes you some tissues for your face. “Just relax, love,” he coos. “You did so well. Here, let’s get you covered.” He passes you your robe and helps you dress in it, even tying it for you.
After he gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and gathers his clothes, Geto leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Good luck tonight, cutie,” he murmurs. “We had so much fun with you tonight. Give us a call when you’re in Cali again~”
Then it’s Sukuna’s turn. “Sorry for the mess,” he jokes to your team, shirtless with his jeans sagging low. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, his crimson eyes filled with mirth. “Oh, and thanks for the souvenir, dollface. See ya around.”
And then, just like that, your idols are gone, swiftly rushing past your manager, Maki, and security still standing there in shock. When you finally find your brain and check your robe pocket, there, in your palm, is a note scribbled in Choso’s handwriting are three phone numbers: his, Geto’s, and Sukuna’s.
“Y-Y/N,” your manager stammers. “What in the hell happened here?”
You quickly hide the note back in your pocket and smile, giddy and your heart skipping like a schoolgirl’s even as your holes are oozing with cum and your pretty makeup is fucked up.
“Just a Meet N Greet,” you jokingly reply. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to shower for my fans.” Then you quickly rise onto your wobbly legs and walk to the bathroom, grinning as you do.
Synopsis: You were just a lowly young woman singing and dancing at your local club to care for your sick mother and a chance at fame. He was just a renowned gangster, building his lonely empire and riches on the bones he broke. And then you two met and suddenly, everything seemed to fit together...until he broke it all apart again. Now, trying to move on, you find affection with another, but your gangster ex doesn't take too kindly to that and will have to find it in himself to make you understand that you're the one for him.
Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Time Period AU (Roaring 1920s); Gangster/Thug!Bakugou; Strangers to Lovers/Exes to Lovers; Opposites Attract Trope; Sunshine x Grumpy Trope; Mild Violence; Love Triangle; Jealous BF!Bakugou; Possession/Ownership; Bondage; Mild BDSM; Marking; Scent Play; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Spit Play; Cum Play; Public Sex; Dom!Bakugou x sub!Reader; Breeding Kink; Unprotected Sex/Creampies; Fluff & Hurt/Angst
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Soooo I had this idea in my head for THEE LONGEST TIME after listening to Lucky Daye's "That's You" back to back for months now lol. I wanted to write a gangster fic for a minute now, but I was having trouble picking WHO to write it for until I did a poll on here & people chose Bakugou for it. I'm so hype to write this because I'm a slut for mafia romance (I'm a wattpad girl stfu) & I love writing period shit. I hope y'all enjoy it! 🥰🥰🥰🥰
I also have a tracklist that I made for this short compiled of songs I think fit the story & the time period it takes place in. You can find it below! If anyone has any idea who the artist is for the fan art in the tracklist, PLEASE let me know! (I found it on Pinterest) 💗💗💗💗 -Jazz
Chapters: PREVIEW. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X.
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PREVIEW
Playlist · 23 Songs
Bakugou watches you intently sitting next to him in the passenger's seat of his car, the rain pitter-pattering outside, creating a loud cacophony of endless noise.
Your sweet voice nearly gets swept up with the rain. “I don’t understand, Katsuki. I just don’t understand you.”
You won't look at him. Your beautiful, doe-like brown eyes are staring somewhere else outside the windshield, the rain reflecting back in those pools of bewilderment and sorrow that Bakugou could get lost in forever.
'I know, baby,' he thinks, his own sorrow and regret threatening to swallow him whole. 'I wish I could tell you everything. Wish I could make you understand...'
But making you understand would also mean he would have to tell you and show you everything about him, and he dreads that. Because everyone he has ever shown the him behind the designer suits, fancy cars, laser red stares, and cool exterior has abandoned him. Broken his heart. Taken his affection and stomped on it.
He is afraid of what will happen if he does show you who he is because he has no idea what you'll do if he does. That is the reason he separated from you-to leave you before you left him. To save himself the heartbreak and you the horror of seeing that he is nothing like the man you thought he was.
It doesn't make it any better than you're so sweet. So kind. So different from the rest. The temptation to show you everything-the blood, the pain, the scars, the mistakes, the regrets-frightens him so.
"I'm sorry" is all he can say to you now, sitting awkwardly in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel for dear life to avoid trembling. He doesn't want to appear weak with you, his dear, precious little singer.
It is so lame, so trivial, but it is all he can muster to tell you now despite the brown liquor fogging his sense of rationality and his filter. He wants so much to tell you how much he misses you.
How he cannot fall asleep without envisioning your face next to him.
How he hasn't washed his pillow since the last time you slept on it just to smell your perfume on it.
How there has been no other woman in his bed or in his arms since you departed.
But he keeps it all back...for now. You look up at him now, turning away from the raindrops to finally put those pretty eyes on him. He nearly swallows his tongue at your beauty-your creamy skin that contrasts his; your baby face and dimples; your curly black hair made even curlier from the rain. The urge to kiss you lingers in the air.
"I don't get it," you say aloud, frustration and confusion evident in your tone and the crease in your brow. "What do you want?"
Bakugou blinks at you, not counting on the question being asked. It should be so easy to reply to, but he can't. Because if he says "you" then he will be forced to tell you the real reason why he ended your relationship: because he is afraid.
The silence must frustrate you more because your cute little lips purse, something you do when you're irritated. "What do you want, Katsuki?" you ask again, your frustration growing.
Finally, Bakugou relaxes his hold on the steering wheel and replaces it with your small, warm hands. You stare at his bigger, calloused, inked ones interlaced with yours as if you can't believe he is touching you. "I want you happy," he answers, true and genuine. "Even if it isn't with me, Y/N. I need you to be happy."
And despite the utter anguish that his response brings, despite the fact that he would be heartbroken if you were to end up with that stupid extra "Todoroki" or some other chump, if you were to be happier than you were with him, that would be the answer to his nightly prayers.
But he would also be lying if he said that he wouldn't be filled with envy for the rest of his days and dying to take the spot of the other man in your arms.
Summary; Denki doesn’t play when it comes to threats to your relationship, even at the expense of his friends.
Warnings: smut (p in v, implied cunnilingus, breeding kink (I mean it’s me😂) slight quirkplay) mean!Denki (but really only to his friend, he takes it out on your pussy though😣) dickhead!bakugo. Not proofread!
SN: I will be posting the Jungkook fic soon!!😭but this is just a little snack I had preplanned until then😉😂
You weren’t quite sure how you got here.
As soon as Denki stormed through your door, everything had been a bit of a blur. The only things you were able to make out of the senseless rambling was “fucking dickhead” “can make her come harder than anything” “gonna fuckin’ breed her”.
That, that had your pussy quivering.
While you were busy pondering what brought on this sudden shift in your boyfriend’s mood, Denki was thinking of all the different ways he was going to show everyone just how much you’re his.
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“Does he always talk to you like that?” Denki looks up at you from where his head is resting on your lap. “Who?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
You’d both decided it was time for you to meet his friends and he couldn’t have been more excited about it. You met with the group at a homey sports bar for the more relaxed atmosphere and besides a few minor flubs, he thought you all got along well. You and Mina made plans to get your nails done together, you recommended the rolling papers you use to Sero, and Kirishima hadn’t found someone with his sense of humor in ages. You even managed to bring Bakugo out of his shell, bouncing recipes off of one another seamlessly. So he wondered what went wrong.
“Bakugo, I don’t really like how he talks to you.” You try to convey without looking controlling. “Like when he calls you stupid and things like that. I mean he even had you running around, getting stuff for him today like you’re some “errand boy”.” “That’s just how he is,” Denki waves you off. He was used to Bakugo’s antics after having gone to school with him, so he knows better than to take it to heart. “And he doesn’t genuinely mean it when he calls me dumb.” He chuckles, focusing his attention back to what’s playing on TV. You sigh, a bit unsatisfied with his answer. “You know your friends better than I do,” You start, carding your fingers through his blonde tresses. “I just don’t think it’d kill him to be a bit kinder to you. You’re not in high school anymore, you don’t have to cater to him.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead. But what you said got him thinking.
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If Denki was being honest, he was pretty accustomed to the way things were. And if he hadn’t met you, he was sure that this would’ve been his everyday life.
You hadn’t meant to initially, but you made him realize that there was a sort of hierarchy within his friend group with Bakugo at the head and after being with you for so long, he realized he was actually getting fucking sick of it.
Sure, Bakugo’s kind of behavior is expected when you’re a hormonal teen struggling with new emotions, but now it’s time to get a fucking grip.
He hadn’t even meant for everything to go down the way it did, but Katsuki’s nothing if not a shit starter.
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“and then Mina’s gonna pick her up so they can get their nails done. I’m pretty sure they’re gonna head back to (Y/N)’s place to get ready and we can pick them up from there.” Kirishima explained to Denki, whilst simultaneously narrowly dodging a blue shell in Mario Kart. Denki grunts in frustration, his character having slipped on a banana peel. “That sounds good, gives us plenty of time-” He’s cut off by Katsuki’s brash voice sounding from the couch. “Hey, Dunceface, go and get me a milk carton from the kitchen.”
Now, normally Denki would’ve made a playful comment about Katsuki being lazy before getting up and doing what he was told, but after being with you, after spending so much time working on bettering himself not just for you, but for himself, he’s not just gonna be walked all over anymore.
“Nah I’m in the middle of something, anyways, Kiri. I was think-” “HAH?! Did ya fuckin’ hear me? I wasn’t asking-” “Is it really that serious, Bakugo? I’m doing something so just get it yourself.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at Bakugo’s immaturity. Both Kirishima and Sero watch the display with baited breath, unsure why Kaminari suddenly has a death wish. Bakugo’s eyes widen at the blatant disrespect, sparks threatening to shoot from his hands, however, Kaminari doesn’t back down.
Katsuki narrows his eyes before a humorless chuckle escapes him, “Oh, I get it. Ever since Chubs decided to fuck with your dumbass you think you’re a big man. But no matter who you fuck, Dunceface you’ll always be the idiot who can’t function after using their quirk.” Bakugo practically spits.
If Katsuki had said something like this around a year ago, Denki would’ve probably sulked and went to do what Bakugo had told him to, but now, he felt nothing but pure indifference. “You know something Bakugo, I really used to admire you,” Kaminari starts, a smug smirk making its way to Bakugo’s lips. “I really thought I wanted to be strong like you. But now, now I just feel sorry for you. I mean you spend everyday comparing yourself to Midoriya, you’re shitty to everyone who fucking cares about you and you’re so insufferable to everyone else that no one else genuinely WANTS to get near you.” A humorless chuckle leaves Denki’s own lips, grateful to finally get this off his chest. “You think people want to be around you because you’re cool when the only reason they can even stand to be near you is because of how dangerous your QUIRK is. People wouldn’t give a fuck about you otherwise.” Kaminari stands, collecting his stuff before moving towards the door, “I’ll see you guys later,” He emphasized to Kirishima and Sero. “Maybe you can get him to be an actual decent human being.” He scoffs, walking out of Kirishima’s apartment.
Bakugo’s left stunned, Kirishima’s shocked and Sero’s impressed. Though, it doesn’t take long for Bakugo’s shock to turn to anger, explosions ready to burst from his hands. “He’s. Fucking. DEAD!!” He exclaims, and that’s all it takes to snap Kirishima out of his stupor, trying his best to calm the explosive blonde down.
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It’s difficult for you to form a coherent thought with the sound of skin slapping against your ears.
You’re on your knees, arch pressed deep into your back as Denki slams his cock deep inside you. You gasp at the intrusion, but you have no time to recover as he sets an unforgiving pace. “He’s a fucking bitch. Doesn’t know shit.” He growls under his breath, hips canting against the fat of your ass, the sight of the rippling skin making his mouth water. You’re trying to talk, want to ask him what happened at Kirishima’s place, but then he’s slamming against that gummy spot deep inside and you keen.
You’re limp, practically dead weight as Denki flips you over onto your back. He has your knees pressed against your chest, your pudgy tummy folded over as he slams his hips against yours, the fat jiggling deliciously.
“Please,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath as he aims directly for your g-spot, your cunt clenching at his unforgiving pace. “Fucker thinks he knows shit about us, I’ll fucking show ‘im.” Denki mutters under his breath, cock throbbing at the warm wetness surrounding it.
He’s ravenous, tongue laving at your neck, sucking the skin harshly. You whine as his hands reach to pinch your nipples, your clit twitching signs of your impending release. “Please, baby. Let me cum, please.” You beg, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. The sight has Denki feeling a bit merciful, after all, you weren’t the one to rile him up.
So he pulls back a bit, sitting back on his haunches to grind his cock deep inside you, hitting spots you couldn’t dare reach on your own. He guides one of his hands down to your clit, using little shocks from his quirk on the bundle of nerves.
The feeling sends a new wave of arousal gushing from your already sore cunt, but you’re nothing if not greedy for his cum. “Want you to cum in me, baby. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You murmur, cradling his face in your palms. You do your best to keep eye contact, though, with the way his cock is drilling inside you, the action is difficult. You connect your lips together and the act has Denki’s hips stuttering before he thrusts once, twice and he’s filling you up, snatching your nth orgasm unexpectedly from you.
You slowly pull away from each other, though Denki is sure to keep his cock nestled deep inside you, flipping you both over so that you’re on top of him. You trace shapes on his bare chest, slowly coming down from your highs. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”
Denki sighs as he thinks back on what led him here. There was no doubt that the dynamic in the friend group has shifted, whether that was in his favor or not remained to be seen but what he could see was right in front of him.
You.
You were his present and his future, and as he slips his cock out of your sore cunt and the rush of his cum gushes from you like a river, his mouth waters at the idea of this being his new everyday. He shakes his head as he pushes you to lay back, situating himself between his new home.
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18+ | piss , bullying, violence, reader is a teacher,
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Satoru Gojo is your worst nightmare. Yeah, he might be the “honored one”– powerful, revered, respected and loved by most but apparently you’re not one for his charms. Where others fawn , you flee. You never offer praise or expected idolatry from one such as yourself. You rush past him in the hallways. Brush off his attempts at communication. Barely reacting to anything that had to do with Satoru Gojo. Who do you think you are ? He’s the strongest after all. What he didn’t know is that you were to shy and in awe to do anything but run away! After all his presence seemed limitless and suffocating. There was no way that someone like you could keep up. But Satoru didn’t know this. You see , he isn’t the strongest because he’s Satoru Gojo. He’s Satoru Gojo because he’s the strongest. And why should the strong protect the whims of the weak ?
So he was mean.
“Innocently” undermining you in front of your students, interrupting your classes , over talking you , bumping into you, pinching your thighs, and cornering you in dark hallways to whisper vicious insults and veiled threats.
“You cryin’? God, you’re weak” lips brushing against your jaw as he squeezes your neck. “What if I pulled you into my domain ? What do you think would happen?”
You tried to tell someone, anyone , but who’d believe you ? You should’ve known better, and you also should’ve known that word would get back to your tormenter. You probably would’ve kept your mouth shut if you’d known that he’d have you backed against the lockers, head locked between two meaty fists. Thumb resting against your temples and lips pressed against your ear whispering cruelly. “Did you really think they’d believe you, weakling?”. “Even if they did, what did you think would happen? No one can stop me. They’re too weak”. Honestly , you should be grateful that I even waste my time on someone as pathetic as you.” “People have literally killed for my attention” And you know he wasn’t lying. Everyone loved him. Everyone except you.
He couldn’t understand why you didn’t immediately succumb to his charms. Why you didn’t fall to your knees the moment he spoke to you. Most women did. He took personal offense to your shy and introverted nature. Getting meaner and meaner everyday. But this was the worst it had ever gotten. His knee was pressed between your legs, right against your cunt. You were shaking so bad. So scared and he was holding you in place. It didn’t help that he’d caught you on the way to restroom. “P-please Gojo … gotta go” Your pathetic pleas fell on deaf ears. “P-please Gojo” he mocked, adding pressure against your temple. “Where do you have to go , huh ? What’s more important than me ?” Fat tears welled in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill with each twitch of his leg. “I have to go to the ladies room, Gojo” you whined, praying that he’d spare you the tiniest sliver of mercy. Prayers went unanswered because Gojo’s handsome face twisted into a cruel smile. Cerulean visionaries burning into your skin and tracing a path down to where his knee met your clothed cunt. “Oh?” he mocked, voice dripping with faux concern. “Does little Y/N need to go potty?” You didn’t answer, just whimpered and averted your eyes which did not bode well with the sorcerer . *BAM! His fists crashed into the locker, leaving a gaping hole right next to your head. “When I talk you- Gojo’s voice trailed off and his gaze fell to the darkening splotch on his uniform pants. Pale yellow liquid surged from the place between your thighs. Pretty white stockings ruined with streaks of hot piss. "G-gojo , i-” Words caught in your throat and you whimpered in humiliation. Utterly defeated by the fact that you’d pissed yourself in front of the most powerful man of your era. He was going to be furious. At least that’s what you assumed before you dared glance at his oceanic orbs. His eyes glazed over, completely clouded with lust. The wet tip of his tongue darted across his plush lips and your eyes followed the movement. Slightly parted and moistened by saliva. What you wouldn’t give to have those lips on your body. As if he were clairvoyant, Gojo pulled you into a bruising kiss. Bullying into your mouth with such skilled aggression that your brain felt fuzzy. A heady mixture of adrenaline and arousal permeated the air and the damp warmth of your cunt pulsed against his leg in rhythm with the frantic beating of your heart. Gojo pulled away hair messy and tie disheveled. Thick fingers carded through his white locs before he stepped forward to fix your hair. A hand lingered against your cheek, almost gentle. Almost. His thumb and index finger squeezed as he pulled your face close to his. “My place at 11 PM, weakling. Don’t be late.”
18+ | public sex , cockwarming, degradation, idol!sukuna, pop star! reader
♪ ༘⋆ i get money i’m a star, star, star, star …♪ ༘⋆
Sukuna whose mind was set on fucking you from the very beginning. From the time he’d heard that you were considering him, alone, as a feature for your breakout single. His dick was hard. The thought of you spreading your cute little cunt with those bubble gum pink nails for him was scintillating.
Long before the song was even recorded —when the label execs were still trying to hash out the finer details of your contract. He saw that fiery look in your eye when the label pleaded for you to reconsider. Literally begging you to choose the more appropriate twin—the one that complimented your core audience better. But you held firm , defiant as you locked eyes with him.
“That’s the point. I’m done with this goodie two shoes image! Fuck what Uraume says, I can be bad too !”
Sukuna really appreciated your dedication. Seeing you unlock your inner vixen during the video shoot was delicious. The way your scantily clad body twirled and whined around him. He loved how your pebbling nipples stretched the fabric of that cute little number. The way you crawled between his legs and rested your cheek on his thigh. He could how perfect you’d look with his dick stuffed down your throat—drool and his cum running down your chest as he continued to fuck into toy. Especially the little sounds you made when his hand “slipped” into less than appropriate places during your routine. His hands had a mind of their own. So if you were going to put your ass in his face. Who was he not to oblige ?
It had to look authentic right ?
And your hard work actually paid off because by then end of things you’d definitely convinced Sukuna that you’d love to fuck yourself stupid on his cock!
However the media wasn’t convinced.
Cringe
Trying too hard.
She’s finished. Hate that for her.
Why didn’t she choose Yuuji ?
The media reception to your upcoming project was less than stellar. That’s why Sukuna suggested a club appearance. A PR stunt like this could gather excitement and you might have some fun at the same time!
That’s why you were sitting in Sukuna’s section, perched on his lap, while he and his entourage threw bills and popped bottles in front of hundreds of adoring fans. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Everyone except you. That’s because you were too busy trying to ignore the throbbing cock nestled in your womb.
“You should really loosen up, sweetheart. People are watching. Wouldn’t want them finding out , hmm ?”
The sound of his husky voice in your ear sends shockwaves to your pussy. You whine, walls clenching tightly around the man. He chuckles darkly before your rewarded with a subtle roll of his hips.
“Damn, baby. It’s almost like you want to get caught. You that desperate to prove you’re not a good little girl?”
The hand under your pleated mini skirt grips your thighs harshly. Blunt nails scrape at the skin. A sultry whine drawn out from the action. His other hand glides over your breast to slot against your throat. He squeezes lightly , leaning you against his chest as he turns your face towards his.
You open your mouth to respond but find your voice caught in your throat. Pure lust swirls in his scarlet irises. Heat starts to pool in your abdomen and you find yourself squirming against him. He’s been stretching you so good for so long. You just can’t him yourself. You want more.
Need it.
“N-need you , ryo”
Your voice is wrecked. It’s the best he’s ever heard you sound. Record that shit and you’d probably win a Grammy.
“Tch” Sukuna rolls his eyes, smirking at your pitiful state. “Since you don’t wanna be good for me, then I’ll guess I teach you what happens to brats”.
caught in between // grimmjow jeagerjaquez & ulquiorra schiffer (pt. 3)
tw: possessive!ulquiorra, fingering, nipple play, a tiny bit of angst, squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk (it’s ulquiorra so don’t expect much), praise kink, grimmjow makes a small appearance
wc: 3.7k
part one | part two | part three
The ghost of Ulquiorra's heated words lingered - "I have no intention of sharing you with anyone else. Ever again."
His scorching proclamation of possession had set your body ablaze with newfound cravings that night. The way he claimed your mouth, his calloused hands commanding your curves, the low timbre of his growls vibrating against your skin - it unlocked hungers you never knew existed.
But Ulquiorra's behavior soon became as frigid as ever, avoiding your gaze and presence like you were a scourge to be avoided. No hints of that awakened ardor remained. Just his typical unflinching aloofness as if that heated encounter never transpired.
You knew better than to seek answers. Ulquiorra made his disinterest in anything beyond the physical painfully clear time and again. So you bottled up the sting of rejection, your only companion the endless loop of confusion and insecurity plaguing your thoughts.
Why had he torn down those walls only to fortify them once more? Were you simply a mere plaything to sate his primal whims when the impulse struck? Loathed for your weakness the moment of passion subsided?
Lost in these self-doubts, you failed to notice the harsh spike of reiatsu until the door to your quarters burst open with a crash.
"Well, well...if it ain't Las Noches' most sought after little piece," Grimmjow's gravelly voice oozed obscenity. "I can smell that beautiful stank of vulnerability from a mile away, kitten."
His lecherous smirk carved deeper at your dejection as his pale blue eyes roamed your curled-in posture without shame. "Don't got your panties in a twist since I hit that perfect pussy last, do ya?"
Your body stiffened at Grimmjow's vulgar evaluation, shrinking further into yourself. You knew better than to rise to his taunts - that's exactly what he craved. The vile nicknames and degradations rolled off your tongue like drips of venom whenever you dared challenge him.
Before you could attempt to wave him off, Grimmjow closed the distance in several long strides. His large hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back as he dragged you flush against his muscled form.
"Don't act so shy now, babydoll," he purred, hot breath fanning along the exposed column of your neck. "Need I remind you how much your greedy little cunt was squeezin’ this dick that night?"
Grimmjow ground his growing arousal against you purposefully as his free hand shoved your robes aside. Calloused fingertips trailed along the swell of your breast before giving it a rough squeeze.
You remained pliant under his dominance, not an ounce of defiance in your frame as he mouthed along your jugular hungrily. Normally his bold manhandling would have you squirming with need, hips rolling wantonly against him. But tonight, you felt...numb. Hollow. hehe hollow
Grimmjow stilled, finally registering your complete lack of reaction. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his probing glare.
"The hell's gotten into you?" he demanded through gritted teeth. "I know you want this just as bad, you little slut."
Still you said nothing, merely holding his intense stare impassively. Grimmjow's grip on you relaxed a fraction as his brows furrowed, somehow sensing something besides lust was amiss.
"Don't tell me Ulquiorra's icy act has finally gotten to you," he scoffed, rough fingers still gripping your chin. "That bastard couldn't find his way outta a real emotion if his life depended on it."
You remained silent, but the slight tremor in your lower lip gave you away. Grimmjow's mocking smirk softened minutely.
"Ah, so that's what's got your pretty little panties in a twist," he murmured, thumb tracing the plump swell of your mouth. "Did his highness pull another of his little hot and cold acts? Warmin' your sheets one night only to freeze you out after?"
Your chin quivered tellingly in his grasp. Grimmjow tsked, shaking his head in faint amusement as he pulled you closer once more, his other arm banding around your waist.
"Listen up, kitten. That's just how the prick operates," he breathed against the crown of your head. "Gets a taste of the good stuff only to retreat back into his philosophical bullshit once the nut's been busted."
His crass bluntness should have earned him a firm rebuke. But you simply sagged further against Grimmjow's broad chest, seeking an anchor in his hold as your hands bunched his jacket lapels.
"Pretty fucked up, I'll give you that," he continued thoughtfully, fingers skating along your lower back. "But you know what'll help get your mind offa that shit?"
Grimmjow's palm traveled lower, cupping your backside and giving it an emphatic squeeze as his hips canted against yours.
"Lemme put this fat dick back where it belongs, huh?" he rumbled, tongue tracing the delicate shell of your ear. "Make you forget all about that cold prick's mind games for a while."
You shuddered despite yourself at his familiar gravelly murmurs. Perhaps letting Grimmjow distract your troubled thoughts wasn't the wisest idea...but you already felt yourself falling under his seductive spell once more.
The slick glide of Grimmjow's skilled tongue along the column of your neck had you melting against him, a soft mewl escaping your lips as his wandering hands stoked your arousal. Perhaps letting him lavish you with rough affection was unwise, but surely it beat wallowing alone with your turbulent thoughts.
Just as you began to lose yourself in Grimmjow's intoxicating touch, a frigid spike of reiatsu pierced the heady atmosphere. You gasped, instinctively stiffening in Grimmjow's arms as a familiar presence manifested in the room like an ominous storm front.
"My, my..." Grimmjow drawled languidly, not bothering to face the intruder as his teeth grazed your earlobe. "If it isn't the man of the hour himself. You're just in time for the show, princess."
"Remove yourself from her vicinity. Now." Ulquiorra's tone was arctic, promising unspeakable violence should his directive go unheeded.
Grimmjow merely chuckled, the rumbling vibration sending tingles across your sensitized skin before he slowly released you. You immediately shrank back, head bowed in a futile attempt to avoid Ulquiorra's withering emerald glare.
"Didn't realize you'd get your pansy panties in such a twist just from me giving the lady some much-needed attention," Grimmjow tossed over his shoulder as he slinked for the exit. "My bad. She's all yours, jackass."
The breath stilled in your lungs as the two Espada's reiatsu clashed in the confines of your chamber, nearly buckling your knees with its intensity. You didn't dare raise your gaze until Grimmjow's presence faded into the distance.
When you finally chanced a peek at Ulquiorra, regret came swiftly. Unlike his typical unflappable demeanor, barely-restrained fury was contorting his features into something feral.
"Is this a new pastime of yours?" he seethed through gritted teeth. "Fraternizing with any of Las Noches' strays the moment I turn my back?"
Your mouth worked uselessly as you cowered under his menacing stare, hands fisting in the disheveled folds of your robes. This unreserved hostility was so at odds with the tenderness he'd shown just days prior.
Ulquiorra advanced with measured strides until his chest was a hairsbreadth from yours. You shrank back on instinct, but his fingers ruthlessly gripped your jaw, forcing your widened eyes to meet his.
"You'd do well to remember your place, woman," he hissed lowly. "Any further indiscretions and I'll be forced to--"
A choked whimper broke free as tears began to streak your flushed cheeks. Your throat ached with the effort to hold back deeper sobs wracking your frame.
Ulquiorra cut off abruptly, brows twitching ever so slightly at the unexpected display of raw emotion. Both your bodies remained frozen in that charged tableau, his vice-like hold the only point of contact.
Then, in a seemingly unconscious motion, the pad of his thumb brushed away the dampness from your cheekbone. His glinting stare bored into your own, furrow deepening as if searching for...something.
The gentle swipe of calloused skin seared through you more intensely than his brutal grip moments before. Your breath hitched under his penetrating scrutiny, scarcely daring to believe the shift in his manner.
Ulquiorra's gaze flickered to your parted lips. You barely registered his hooded lids drifting shut before his mouth crashed over yours in a searing kiss.
Ulquiorra kissed you with an ardor that contrasted starkly with his earlier rage, as if he was a man starved. His lithe frame pinned you against the nearest wall, one palm cradling your nape while the other mapped every curve hungrily. You surrendered to his questing mouth, reveling in the low rumbles vibrating from his chest.
Without preamble, he hooked an arm beneath your knees, easily lifting and cradling you to his chiseled torso. You blinked up at him in breathless surprise as he began carrying you from your chambers, emerald eyes burning with an intensity you'd never witnessed before.
The journey to his private quarters passed in a heated haze. You trailed open-mouthed kisses along the strong column of his neck, fingertips skating the defined musculature of his back and shoulders as he strode with purposeful strides.
Finally, Ulquiorra crossed the threshold and sealed you both inside, kicking the door shut with a resounding thud. He didn't pause until depositing you atop the neatly tucked sheets of his own bed. You drank in the image of him hovering above, face half-shadowed and muscles rippling beneath the remaining swathes of his uniform.
His piercing emerald stare held you immobile as his calloused palms bracketed your flushed face.
"That night, when Grimmjow dared defile you with his debased presence before my eyes..." Ulquiorra's deep timbre carried a rarefied rumble. "Had he so much as looked upon you improperly, I would not have hesitated to tear out his throat with my bare hands."
One hand trailed down the side of your neck with deliberate slowness as he leaned closer, breath fanning hotly against your lips.
"You are mine, woman. Mine to claim..." His other hand found purchase at the curve of your hip, yanking you flush against the rigid planes of his body. "Mine alone to touch, to covet, to possess utterly."
Ulquiorra crushed his mouth against yours in a searing, punishing kiss, as if staking an irrevocable brand of possession. When he at last released your abused lips with a rasp of air, his intense stare had you pinned unblinkingly.
"I will no longer tolerate any inability on your part to understand the extent of what you mean to me," he vowed in a low growl. "Your existence belongs to me and no other. This mindless jealousy is...unacceptable."
Ulquiorra's burning stare held you transfixed as his dexterous fingers made deft work of the buckles and fastenings of his remaining clothes. With each released clasp, more of his marble-pale flesh was laid bare.
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the hollow cavity in the center of his toned chest - the eternal reminder of the sacrifice of his heart. The sharp, black lines framing the void seemed to beckon, tempting you to reach out and trace their unusual patterns.
As the white jacket parted and slipped from his lithe form, you marveled at the sculptural contours of Ulquiorra's body. The defined valleys and peaks of his musculature appeared carved from the finest alabaster beneath his deceptively delicate ivory skin. He moved with an almost preternatural grace, like some ancient greco-roman statue given unnatural life.
When his hakama pooled at his feet, your breath hitched at the sight of his nude, chiseled figure bathed in the moonglow filtering through the window slits. The dark lines adorning every inch of his form only enhanced the ethereal, haunting beauty in his design.
Ulquiorra's penetrating stare missed nothing as he drank in your unhidden admiration and awe. His eyes glinted emerald in the low light as he reached for you once more, looming over your splayed form with the dangerous poise of a great white panther.
"What you've awoken within me..." he rasped in a gravity-laced baritone. "This relentless, maddening need to make you truly understand you are utterly mine in every sense..."
His mouth crashed over yours in a searing, uninhibited kiss that robbed you of any coherent thought - only the overwhelming sensation of finally being subsumed by this enigmatic fallen angel's fever.
Ulquiorra's scorching kisses left a blazing trail down the slender column of your neck. His deft fingers made short work of the fastenings securing your robes, pushing the folds of fabric aside to map every newly exposed inch of silken skin.
You arched instinctively into his exploratory caresses, a soft keen escaping as his lips found that sensitive hollow beneath your ear. Ulquiorra's calloused palms traced up the underside of your thighs before hooking behind your knees, effortlessly drawing your legs around his narrow hips.
"You are the only light in my eternal damnation," he murmured in a low rasp against the racing pulse at your throat. "This insatiable thirst you've awakened cannot be quelled by anything but submitting you to the deepest recesses of my obsession."
With one final tug, the last offending layers were banished, leaving you achingly bare before his piercing regard. Ulquiorra's smoldering stare roved every curve and swell as if committing your form to memory for the first time. When his gaze at last met yours, those blazing emerald orbs held the intensity of a thousand hot suns.
"You are mine, woman," he growled with irrefutable possession. "Every whimper, every gasp, every broken cry of ecstasy - all of it belongs only to me."
Calloused fingertips trailed down the valley between your breasts with torturous leisure as Ulquiorra's mouth began mapping your feverish skin once more. You could only surrender beneath his scorching brand, a willing offering soon to be consumed wholly by his all-consuming blaze as soon as he sealed his mouth over the peak of your breast.
His hot, wet tongue swirled a slow circuit, laving the pert bud relentlessly before suckling with bruising force. The rough pads of his fingers rolled the other peak in perfect rhythm, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core.
"Ul-Ulquiorra, please," you keened, hips instinctively rolling against him. "I-I need..."
"Do not test my self-control," he warned with a low growl, teeth scraping against the supple swell of your breast. "Or I will be forced to prolong your torment."
"N-no, please...I'm sorry," you panted, nails raking against the sculpted muscles of his back. "P-please...I can't..."
Ulquiorra's sinful mouth returned its attentions to the other nipple, mercilessly suckling and nipping until the sensations became almost too much to bear. When his hand traveled lower, his long fingers easily parting your slick folds, your spine bowed and hips bucked wildly.
"Look at how beautifully you fall apart beneath my touch," he mused against the flushed column of your neck, a rare hint of amusement in his gravel-laced voice.
His fingers continued their unhurried exploration, the rough pads stroking that perfect bundle of nerves with agonizing precision. A fresh wave of slick coated his teasing digits, your walls already beginning to flutter around his touch.
"Tell me, woman," Ulquiorra drawled against the shell of your ear, his deep tone edged with a dark promise. "Does your cunt still beg for his touch?"
You writhed restlessly against the sheets, a high-pitched whimper slipping from your kiss-bruised lips as his expert touch sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your veins.
"N-no, never," you gasped, nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. "Only...only y-yours."
"And what about his filthy words," Ulquiorra continued, his thumb rolling a punishing rhythm across your swollen bundle of nerves. "How he spoke of defiling your sweet cunt with his filthy cock. Do they still linger in your mind?"
His skilled digits continued their relentless assault, sending you hurtling towards release at a maddening pace. Your inner walls began clamping down around his fingers, signaling an imminent plunge.
"N-no, just y-yours," you whimpered, head thrashing against the sheets. "I-I'm only y-yours, please..."
"Good girl," he rasped, lips ghosting the column of your throat. "Cum for me, now."
That last command sent you crashing over the edge with a wordless cry, a blinding supernova exploding behind your eyelids as your inner walls rippled violently around his fingers, scalding liquid gushing from your weeping entrance.
As you gradually surfaced, a soft mewl escaped at the sensation of him removing his fingers from your slick heat. Your gaze followed the movement to find his hand slowly disappearing into his mouth, lips wrapping obscenely around his digits and sucking them clean with a low hum.
"So sweet," he murmured, eyes falling closed briefly. "But you're not finished, woman."
Without preamble, Ulquiorra gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading them wide and exposing your slick, puffy folds. A shiver wracked your frame at the raw, feral hunger darkening his emerald stare as he lined his thick length against your drenched entrance.
He sheathed himself within your molten depths in a single thrust, hissing through gritted teeth at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around his shaft. You arched, spine bowing from the bed as a breathless sob ripped free, the sudden fullness nearly driving you out of your mind.
"You are perfection, woman," he ground out, the muscles of his back rippling beneath your frantic grasp. "Your body was molded to fit my cock, alone."
Then, without another moment's hesitation, he set a brutal pace.
Ulquiorra's sculpted hips pistoned relentlessly, his heavy sac slapping against the curve of your ass with every deep thrust. He was buried to the hilt with each stroke, the thick tip grinding against your most sensitive spots, and stretching you to the brink.
Every drag of his velvet-over-steel length within your fluttering walls was like the sweetest torture. Every nerve ending was ablaze with pleasure and pain. The coil wound tighter with every punishing thrust.
"Ul-Ulquiorra..." you panted, hands clawing at his back. "P-please, I'm s-so close..."
"Not yet," he commanded, fingers digging deeper into the supple flesh of your thighs. "You'll cum only when I command it."
You could only whimper helplessly beneath his dominance, a litany of pleas spilling forth unbidden. You were a slave to his carnal will, utterly subsumed by his ardor.
With a low growl, Ulquiorra hauled you upright, seating you fully atop his pistoning length. His sculpted torso remained flush against yours, his mouth hovering scant inches from yours as the new angle drove his shaft even deeper.
He held you impossibly tight against him, as if unwilling to permit any distance between you. One large palm cradled your nape, the other hooked beneath your thigh as he resumed his relentless pace, this time driving up into you.
The change in angle had you seeing stars, a breathless keen ripping from your throat. You could do nothing but cling desperately to his broad shoulders, nails scoring the muscled planes of his back, as his thrusts sent you hurtling closer to oblivion.
"Now, woman," Ulquiorra commanded through clenched teeth, emerald eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Cum. For. Me."
At the moment he punctuated those last three words, the hand on your thigh snaked down between your bodies to press ruthlessly against your swollen, pulsating bundle of nerves. The added stimulation coupled with his final, deep thrust was enough to send you careening over the edge with a wordless, primal cry.
Your inner walls spasmed violently around his impossibly thick length, the force of your release nearly painful as you gushed and sprayed all over his shaft and the sheets. A guttural groan vibrated from his chest, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open at the overwhelming sensation of your inner walls clamping down around him.
Ulquiorra captured your mouth in a searing, unchained kiss as his hips bucked wildly, burying himself to the hilt one last time. You moaned, relishing the scorching spurts of his release coating your walls and the sensation of his throbbing cock filling you completely.
He remained buried inside, holding you against his sculpted frame as his shaft twitched and pulsed, his tongue mapping every inch of your mouth. You could do little else but melt bonelessly against him, utterly sated and blissfully content.
After a long moment, Ulquiorra reluctantly pulled away, hissing at the sensation of his oversensitive length dragging against your soaked folds. His emerald stare held you transfixed, burning with a newfound intensity that took your breath away.
In the hazy afterglow, Ulquiorra gathered you against his chiseled form, cradling you flush against his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns along the dip of your spine as you sat entwined amid the disheveled bedding.
"Does this newfound closeness...unsettle you?" he murmured low, emerald stare glinting with undisguised curiosity. "I do not intend to make you uncomfortable with such overt affections."
He tilted your chin up with one knuckle, boring into your eyes with an intensity that stole your breath. "But it seems...incomplete to not hold you in my arms as I should."
The raw sincerity in his normally reserved tenor tugged at your heartstrings. With a small smile, you nestled deeper into his embrace, reveling in the warm, protective cocoon of his arms.
"It's not uncomfortable," you murmured, lips ghosting his marble-pale skin. "I-I...actually kind of like it."
"You would," he scoffed, fingers tracing the curve of your hip. "You always did seek comfort in the most peculiar places."
A dusting of color bloomed in your cheeks at his dry observation. You made a small noise of protest, preparing a retort, when Ulquiorra's palm flattened over the small of your back. He effectively eliminated any remaining space between your bare forms as he pulled you flush atop his chiseled torso.
The unmistakable heat of his cock stirred against your belly, forcing a trembling exhalation past your lips. Ulquiorra's stare remained impassive, but the subtle twitching at the corners of his mouth hinted at self-satisfaction.
"Do not mistaken my...indulging of this closeness as accidental," he rumbled, aquiline nose skimming along your jawline. "I am quite intentional in keeping what is mine thoroughly sated."
You shivered at the dark timbre of his promise, nails raking lightly down the pale expanses of his back. Ulquiorra hissed out an indrawn breath through gritted teeth, muscles tensing beneath your exploratory caress.
"Pleasant as this interlude has been," he muttered tautly. "Do not think for a moment that I've had my fill of you, woman."
With a deft pivot of his hips, Ulquiorra rolled you beneath him once more, body coiling with restrained power and undeniable intent. His penetrating stare pinned you unblinking as he loomed above, backlit by the moonglow slatting through the windows.
"This possession is eternal. You would be wise to understand that..." He sealed the vow with a searing, sidelong glance that branded you to your very core. "...Pet."
This is entirely too good. The entire series was amazing. Never in all my stars have I witnessed a character to be executed to such perfection. I am befuddled. I am also covered in cum unfortunately.
18+ feral thoughts of meanie!ichigo pulling your hair while you top him of in his frat brother!grimmjow cause it’s his birthday and that’s my man.
tw! degradation, oral , recording 🫶🏾
♕ ♕ ♕ ♕
they’re so bad too. like super sleazy bros that major in mansplaining and manipulation but get absolutely irate when you choose the bear !
you’re the problem not them.
why’d you wear such glossy lips if you didn’t plan on sucking dick today , whore ?
valid.
meanie!ichigo is very mean about it. he doesn’t care if you can breathe. he’ll pinch your nose while he feeds you his cock. in and out , brutally thrusting into your warm wet mouth. the way your throat bulges makes him throb.
meanie!ichigo moans so sluttily when you gagged around him. it feels so good , y’know? wraps your hair around his hand and just holds you against him. you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.
“that’s it, sweetie. be a good girl and take it. that’s all you’re really good for anyway”
fratbrother!grimmjow has the camera making sure to get every single angle of you chocking on his bro. loves the way you whimper and whine.
he’s definitely stroking his cock in time with ichigo’s thrust. you look so good with all those tears running down that pretty face of yours.
“y’know you sound way smarter with a cock in your mouth, pretty. can’t wait for my turn”.
I know you just wrote that satosugu x black!reader fic like 3 hours ago and you said not to perceive it... But I did and it was real good and I need another one or a contiuation R E A L bad sis.
how dare you … but yes lol , gonna post more satosugu 2morrow , don’t really know what i wanna write but i want them to be a little mean , maybe even bullies idk , let me know if you have any suggestions 🤞🏾😘
✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ i was there too wasn’t’ i?| satoru/suguru
SYNOPSIS: You, Suguru, and Satoru all meet up after a messy breakup, will you guys reconnect?
CONTENTS: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Choking, Toxic, Threesome, Thruple, All dating each other.
WC because it’s long: 3.3k
All three of you sat across the circle shaped table-distance from each other.
awkward.
You pick up the frappuccino you were drinking and take a sip. The atmosphere in the cafe was busy, and the smell of pastries filled your nose.
“Ahem!” Satoru says obnoxiously, picking up his mug filled with tea.
You and Suguru both roll your eyes, avoiding each other's gaze. Suguru slides down in his seat, spreading his legs and looking ahead of him.
“Why the fuck did you call us here?” Suguru says sitting up.
You all broke up with each other three months ago; yes, you three were basically a thruple. Went on dates with each other, fucked each other, and the whole ordeal
"I didn’t call any of you!” You yell out, slamming the plastic cup on the table.
Suguru scrunches his face in annoyance and disgust, leaning back in his seat.
“No one was talking to you, y/n, guess you haven’t changed,” he spits out, resting his arm on the armrest and avoiding your gaze.
Did I mention it was a messy breakup?
Satoru slides his mug on the table, leaning back and crossing his legs. "I didn’t call you guys either; I want nothing to do with either of you,” he says, rolling his eyes.
Suguru scoffs, resting his head on his hand, mumbling, “Right back at you.”
Satoru sits up, squinting his eyes. “The fuck you say?”
You sigh, sliding in your seat, ignoring the whole situation.
Suguru leans up, smirking, “You heard what the fuck I said.”
“Can you guys stop? You’re embarrassing.” You say with your face scrunched in disgust.
Satoru scoffs, leaning back and tapping his finger on the arm rest. This was bullshit. He could’ve been doing something more important than dealing with two motherfuckers who wasted two years of his life.
You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, and your head spins. Shoko is there with a bright smile on her face.
“Hey y/n," she says, rubbing your back. You scrunch your face, turning in her direction.
“So it was you?” Suguru spits out in annoyance; he was just as over it as the rest of you.
He couldn’t be bothered with any of you, not even Shoko.
Shoko tilts her head in confusion, stuffing one hand in her pocket. “What?”
Satoru rolls his eyes, sighing, “The one who sent the message, don’t act like you don’t know; it’s embarrassing, telling us to come.”
Shoko nods her head slowly, still not understanding what you guys meant. "Mmm, no? I didn’t even know you guys got back together.”
“We didn’t!” the three of you say in unison. You groan, fidgeting in your seat. Shoko rubs your back again before sliding her hand off.
"Well, I have to go; someone is waiting for me. Don’t kill each other.” She says walking off.
You quickly slide out of your seat, about to walk off. “She’s leaving, just like she always does," Satoru says.
You feel his glare pierce into you, along with Sugurus. The thing about this whole situation was that everyone was at fault.
Everyone was hated equally: Suguru hates you, you hate Satoru, Satoru hates Suguru, you hate Suguru, etc.
“Fuck off, you blue-eyed freak.” Satoru slides his chair back, jumping up.
"Wow, what a mature comeback!” Satoru yells, and you scoff, taking another step before Suguru grabs your jacket.
“Wait, everyone, just stop. We should all just talk, especially since no one wants to admit who texted who.”
At this point, everyone is staring at you guys, whispering. You didn’t want to, but he was right.
At the end of the day, neither of you got closure, so maybe this could fix that.
Satoru rolls his eyes, flopping back in his seat.
"Okay, but not here; people are staring.” you say as you take your bag off the seat you were sitting in.
Suguru slides out of his seat, sliding his wallet off the table. “We can do it at my place; I drove here.”
Satoru slides out of his seat, and the three of you begin walking towards his car. Satoru is walking next to Suguru, and you’re behind.
Both their hair got longer: Suguru's midback and Satoru’s near the middle of his neck. Suguru also got a new piercing, one in his lip, and Satoru’s style changed.
Tiny changes you thought to yourself, did you change?
You guys arrive at the car, and all of you get in. You blink your eyes and realize you’re in the backseat.
“Wait, why the hell am I in the back?” you say, scooting up to the both of them.
They both put on their seatbelts, and Satoru sighs dramatically, “Still whining; you really don’t change, huh?"
Suguru puts the car in reverse, putting his arm behind the passenger seat and hitting you in the nose.
“Ow!” you let out. He slips his hand back to the front once he’s out, and you slip back up.
“Also, it’s only been a few months; people don’t change automatically!” You yell in Satoru’s ear, and he takes his elbow, pushing you back, while Suguru ignores the two of you.
“Ugh! My point is, a breakup is supposed to make you realize your wrongdoings, yet you’re still the same.”
You sit back in your seat, sliding to the seat behind Satoru to avoid his eyes. You didn’t want to admit it, but his words hurt.
“Why are you guys acting like I'm the only one at fault?” You mumble out, resting your head on the window.
Suguru looks back at you, then back at the road. “It’s not; it’s also Satoru's." He says, You lift your head up, and Satoru snaps his head to Suguru with his eyebrow cocked.
“Fuck off! and it’s not yours?” He yells out. Suguru is still looking ahead. Jaw clenched, the car was filled with unresolved issues and tension you could cut with a knife.
“Never said it wasn’t.” He spits out, and Satoru groans, laying his head on the window, matching you.
After that, it stayed silent until you guys got to Suguru's apartment building. The walk inside was awkward; the elevator ride was awkward; everything was just dreadful.
Each of you step inside the apartment door one by one, you slip your shoes off, and walks to the couch throwing your bag down, flopping down.
Satoru slides off his jacket, throwing it on the bar stool in the kitchen. "Suguru, I'm surprised you can still afford this apartment after I stopped paying your rent.”
Suguru clenches his jaw and then his fist; he really knew how to get under his skin.
You stay silent, crossing your legs and leaning your head back against the soft couch. the couch, you guys—
“Okay, time to talk.” Suguru says sliding the coffee table to the side, replacing it with a chair from the kitchen.
Satoru flops down beside you, keeping the distance, like you were a nasty stain he didn’t want to touch.
“Where should we start?” You say, leaning forward, laying your hands on your lap.
Suguru leans forward, legs spread, with his hands clasped together and his fingers intertwined.
"Why did we break up maybe?” You nod slowly, looking over to Satoru, who’s looking back at you.
You guys would get into arguments every other day; that particular day, everyone’s emotions were on 10. There wasn’t a specific pin point.
There were "I hate you" flying around the room, “Run into traffic.” “Stop deflecting; you always do that shit!” “Fucking slut, you just fuck everyone, huh?"
Memories flood your mind of that rough argument, but not what started it.
An explosive argument they couldn’t explain even if they tried to.
Satoru shrugs his shoulder, leaning on the inside of the armrest. Suguru leans back, tapping his foot.
“Mm, well?” Suguru asks, scratching his forehead, one hand folded under him.
You tilt your head, peeking over to Satoru, staring at Suguru, practically drooling, his eyes glued to him.
You scrunch your face in disgust, looking away. Wait, where were they?
“What’s going on?” You ask sitting up. Your stomach dropped at the possibility. Were they really screwing behind your back?
Were you really that bad that they wanted nothing more to do with you?
Satoru and Suguru both look at you with their eyes squinted.
“What?” Satoru says, turning his body toward you and crossing his legs.
“What do you guys have going on?” You ask louder than the previous question, and your heart rate quickens as the palms get sweatier.
Suguru scoffs, looking out the big window beside him. "Nothing," he says, quick-witted.
"Satoru, you still want him, don’t you?” you ask, breathing out.
Satoru stays silent, rubbing his arm and turning his head. He opted out; he was aware you already knew.
Suguru looks at Satoru, then at you, your throat tightening. You wanted it to not hurt, but the truth was that it did.
Why not you? What did you lack? Why was everything falling on you? Why couldn’t they ache for you, look for you, and cry out for you? like they did for each other.
Your words can’t come out, and your breathing is limited. You had to let this go, though. Once you get your answer, you’re done with them.
They can fuck and be together; you wouldn’t care.
“We were toxic... That was the nail in the wood.” You breathe out, and there you go.
Suguru nods immediately upon hearing those words, “pretty much.”
Satoru stays silent, not saying anything; he didn’t see it; toxic was too harsh of a word.
Suguru looks at Satoru, cocking his eyebrow in annoyance and bouncing his legs up and down.
“What’s the problem?” he asks.
Satoru shrugs his shoulder, looking at you, then says, "I don’t see it... I have to disagree.”
You and Suguru both groan. Your vision focuses in front of you, then towards the side, looking at Satoru.
“May 5th, last year. that huge fight, remember?” you ask, uncrossing your legs. Satoru taps his chin, pondering and trying to remember.
"No, that doesn’t go in the oven!” You yell out, pushing Satoru out of the way, and Suguru slips past you, running a bowl under the running cold water spraying from the faucet.
"Fuck, what are you doing, Suguru?" Satoru yells, trying to stop the water from spraying everywhere.
Water is bursting from the broken faucet, water is spraying on the floor, the oven is overheating, and the garlic bread that was in there is now burned.
Suguru drops the bowl in the sink, sighing, "I'm not dealing with this shit.” He says this while walking over the water puddle that formed in the kitchen.
You cough from the smoke cocking your eyebrow. “The fuck? Are you leaving right now?” you ask as Satoru presses his hand against the spraying faucet.
“You see me physically walking, right?” Suguru asks in a condescending tone, walking towards his jacket in the living room.
Satoru groans, rolling his eyes, giving up on holding the faucet and letting it spray. You drop the pan you were previously holding, letting it fall to the floor.
“You know what? Fuck you, useless piece of shit.” you say, stomping away. Before you could walk all the way towards your bedroom, Satoru grabbed your arm.
"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop, let’s all just clean and calm down.” He says in a pleading voice, his grip on your arm tightening.
You snatch your arm away, scoffing, “Say that to the motherfucker who’s leaving; he always does this.”
Suguru groans, holding his head back. He hated this. Every disagreement, every argument, something was getting thrown in his face.
Suguru throws his jacket back on the couch, stomping to the kitchen and picking up the pan. “Fucking fine, fuck.”
You push past him, ignoring his words, “You’re a bitch, dude, seriously.” You spit out, bending down and opening the cabinet under the sink.
“The fuck you say?” Suguru says, tossing the pan on the counter and walking towards you, leaning down towards your level.
Satoru walks towards him, grabbing his arm; this doesn’t need to go any further.
“Stop, just leave it and help us," Satoru says in a soft, almost whispered voice. Suguru clenches his fists, stepping back.
You grab two small towels from under the sink and toss them on the floor, knowing they will get drenched.
Suguru walks over to where he tossed the pan, grabbing it and walking towards the sink. "I'm going to say this once, but watch your mouth, y/n.” his words spitting like venom.
Satoru groans to himself as he walks towards the sink, slipping through Suguru and covering the spraying water again.
You slip out of the kitchen, grabbing a bigger towel out of the hallway closet. “Or fucking what? Leave me alone," you spit out back.
"Hey!” Satoru shouts out, his voice booming throughout the apartment. You flinch at the sound of his voice staying silent; Suguru, on the other hand, does not.
"No, no, let her say her piece; let’s hear her bullshit.” Suguru says, turning towards Satoru.
Satoru scrunches his face up and says, "No! What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s over. Leave it.”
Suguru scoffs, balling his fist up, "Actually, no, let’s talk about you. Who was that on your phone?”
Your head spins as you slam the closet door unintentionally. "Huh?" You say, Suguru looks back to you, then to Satoru.
Satoru swallows, folding his arm against his chest. “We’re looking through each other's things now?"
Suguru slaps the countertop, walking closer towards him. “Since when did I not? You both know I check.”
Satoru begins to storm off before Suguru grabs his throat, pulling him back against his chest. Your eyes widen, storming over and gripping his wrist.
“Hey stop!” You yell out, Suguru, quickly let’s go pushing past you.
Satoru squirms in his seat, avoiding everyone's gaze. Oh yeah, "I guess," he mutters out.
Fighting wasn’t always like that, but when y’all did fight, it was hell.
“Can we just start being honest here? Satoru was manipulative.” you say, clasping your hands together.
Satoru turns his head to you at the speed of light and says, "What the hell?! Suguru was too violent.”
Suguru stands up quickly from the last word that was said “Hey! No I wasn’t.” Satoru stands up along with him, pointing towards you.
"Y/N literally just told a story of you choking me!" Suguru scoffs, folding his arms. He rolls his eyes at the accusation of him being violent.
You sigh, looking out the big window. Satoru looks at you with his lip perched up.
“Let’s not act like y/n is an angel either.” Satoru spits out, and you turn your head, standing up at the speed of light.
"I never said I was! If anything, you two make sure I never think I did anything wrong.”
Suguru scoffs, looking down at his feet, his hair falling forward. Satoru bursts out laughing, clapping his hands.
“Wow, you never stop playing victim, do you?” He says leaning on the arm of the couch.
That wasn’t true. You always lived up to what happened. Denying what happened would only make things worse.
“What do you want me to say? I manipulated you guys. choked y’all out? punched you? huh?” Your hands are clammy from the stress, your head is spinning, and tears start forming in your eyes.
Suguru picks his head up, looking at you, his gaze softening at the pathetic sight in front of him.
"I manipulated you guys, lied, and took my anger out on you guys; we all did it to each other.” Suguru says, the words slipping out of his mouth like butter, almost like he was waiting to say them.
The room is silent as the words float around. Suguru flops back into his seat, folding his hands in his lap. Satoru does the same, resting his elbow on the arm rest.
You sit back down, crossing your legs. He was right; that’s why everyone was silent. Everyone blamed each other for the things they were also doing to deflect and act like a better person, but you always knew you weren’t.
Your head begins to ache as more memories float in your head: Suguru screaming at you and Satoru, You degrading Suguru, Satoru spitting his venomous words at Suguru, you shaming Satoru—the same pattern.
"I love you guys.” Satoru says, and you and Suguru's heads turn towards him.
Satoru’s head is down, and he’s fidgeting with his hands. Those words hit you like a bus, your response clenched in your throat.
Suguru's palms get sweaty, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.
“It’s only been a few months; feelings just don’t go away.” he says
Your head shoots to Suguru, and you’re sending daggers his way. Satoru was always expressive, but for Suguru to spit that out was ridiculous.
“Are you serious? Why can’t you just say it back?” You say, balling your fists in anger. Satoru looks at you, then backs down, avoiding Suguru's gaze.
Suguru stares out the window, his fingers playing with each other. It’s not like he didn’t want to say it.
It was hard. What was going to happen when he said it back? It was never this hard before, but he knows he’s weak.
That look you gave him, those dreadful words that crawled out of Satoru’s mouth, he knew he would fall back into both sets of arms.
Maybe that’s what he wanted.
"I won’t deny it; I love you both too.” You say, staring into your lap.
Suguru looks at you, and Satoru looks back up, turning his head in your direction. Those words were always special coming from you.
The silence in the air seemed to be getting easier to breathe.
"I love you... y/n, satoru.” He breathes out, almost in a whisper, his chest clenched in ache.
How could you all go your separate ways after this? But was the relationship that was shattered repaired after this?
You burst into tears as tears slid down Satoru’s face. His words were stabbing through you like a rusty dagger, but it felt good.
You try to muffle your sobs but can't; memories of all the sweet things he would say to you both, touching you guys, reassuring nothing would happen, but now it doesn’t feel the same.
Pathetically crying over two men like this.
Suguru stands up, walking over to you both, kneeling in front of the couch. Grabbing your thigh, rubbing it, and doing the same to Satoru’s thigh.
His touch sent shivers down your spine, his thumb sliding over to your inner thigh with every swipe. You sniffle, slowly holding back your cries.
It felt so comforting under his touch.
Satoru looks over to you, reaching his arm out and rubbing yours. Your red eyes looking over at him as he slides closer to you.
Your body heats up from his touch. This was it; this was how it was supposed to be. You didn’t hate each other; you were all just hurt.
Hurt from the past, the rough touches, and the harsh words being thrown at each other.
You and Satoru’s eyes are glued to each other, his hand sliding down to your forearm. He leans closer, and your heart begins to beat out of your chest. Your throat is tightening, and the hand on your thigh, rubbing in comfort, is now sliding in between your inner thigh.
Your eyes shoot in the direction of the other hand, and it’s doing the same to Satoru's. Your eyes shoot back to Satoru’s, your cheeks heating in embarrassment.
This was far from the first time you guys have had sex, but you were so nervous and sweaty that you were sure you were going to slip out of the seat.
Satoru’s hand comes up to your neck. squeezing it and leaning in, he pecks your lips a couple of times to let you know what’s about to happen.
Fuck it.
You kiss back, his lips soft and sweet from the tea he was previously drinking. Sugurus hand pushes your leg open more, and you spread your other one out.
Your body is heating up faster than a house in the winter. You take your hand and place it on Satoru’s cheek. His kisses are getting sloppier; your eyes shoot to Suguru as he’s spreading Satoru’s legs.
He looks at you, sliding his hand further up. “Don’t focus on me; keep going.” his husky voice sliding through your ears.
You close your eyes, continuing to kiss Satoru, his other hand slipping down to his lap and lying on top of Sugurus.
“Just like that. Can you take your pants and underwear off for me? both of you.” Your heart is quickening at the question.
Satoru takes his hand off your neck, sliding his pants and underwear off with ease while still kissing you. You do the same, and Suguru slides your panties off your feet.
His fingers inch closer to your entrance, his rings occasionally sliding over your skin. He removes his hands, sticking two fingers in his mouth, then taking his other hand and spitting on it.
Suguru wraps his hand around Satoru’s dick and slides a finger inside you. You flinch at his touch and moan into Satoru’s mouth.
You can feel his sharp gaze on the both of you; it made you feel good.
Suguru slowly wraps his mouth around Satoru’s dick, his tongue swirling around. Satoru moans into your mouth as he takes his hand and wraps it back around your neck.
Suguru slides his other finger in slowly, your legs spreading further as the pleasure increases.
Satoru moans into your mouth as Suguru's tongue slides over his tip repeatedly.
The cold rings sliding in and out of you at a steady pace send shivers all through you. Satoru removes his mouth from yours, salvia coated around both of your mouths.
He’s staring you in the eyes like he’s ready to eat you whole. His mouth latches to your neck as he sucks, the sudden feeling causing you to moan.
Before he could continue, Satoru pulled away from you, moaning, “Fuck, I'm about to cum, stop.” he says, grabbing Suguru's hair.
Suguru shakes his head as Satoru’s dick is deep down his throat, spit dripping from his bottom lip.
He slips his fingers out of you, wrapping them around Satoru’s dick.
Satoru quickly replaces his fingers and slips them inside you. You couldn’t catch your breath and let out a soft moan.
His body is collapsing on you, and as his fingers still move into you, you take your hands and put them around him, sliding his shirt up.
He takes the hint and helps you remove his shirt. You grab the shirt, tossing it on the floor. You do the same to your shirt, sliding it off and tossing it.
His hips are moving, thrusting into Suguru's mouth, biting his lips, trying to muffle his moans.
You grin, leaning towards his ear, whispering, “It’s okay, keep going... cum in his mouth.” His body relaxes after those words.
His body releases along with his cum. You look down, staring at Suguru, taking his load, quickly swallowing. He detaches, pulling his dick out of his mouth, quickly taking his arm, and pulling him off the couch. As he gets up, his fingers slide out of you.
He pulls your arm up with him, and Suguru leads the way to his room. Once everyone is in, he quickly slams the door, latching onto you.
His lips are eager to eat yours as his hands travel all around your naked body. The two of you are kissing and walking towards the bed.
When the back of your thighs meets the end of the bed ,you sit, he detaches from your lips licking his his.
“Slide up and spread your legs.” He demands. You obey and hurriedly slide on the bed.
Satoru smirks and walks towards the bed, climbing on the bed, his mouth oozing at the site. His white hair messy and hanging in his face, Suguru behind him stripping off his clothes.
Satoru slowly inches closer to your center, taking his arms and wrapping them around your thighs, his fingertips digging in.
Suguru gets on the bed, placing both hands on Satoru’s ass and leaning forward. You both make eye contact, and his eyes are filled with lust.
Something you haven’t seen in a long time; you needed him.
Suguru leans off the bed to the nightstand and opens the little drawer under it. He pulls out a strip of condoms and lube.
Your eyes watch his every move intently. Satoru licks a long line down your slit, startling you. Your eyes dart down to him, staring at you with his tongue out, connecting to your core.
He takes a stripe of your clit, which instantly sends a sharp shiver down your spine.
Your hand grabbing his hair, your hips moving forward, and the headache you had earlier fading away. It’s been so long since either one of them touched you; you missed it and ached for it.
He takes one hand off your thigh, sliding it down to your core as his thumb presses your clit.
“Satoru!” You yell out, and he chuckles as he thrusts his tongue inside you, rubbing your clit at the same speed.
Your back arches at his touch, the wetness of his tongue feels you up, and his jaw moves up and down, taking you all in.
Suguru sticks the condom wrapper in his mouth, tearing it, pulling it out, and quickly sliding it on with ease. He tosses the wrapper on the floor and takes the lube bottle squeezing the cold wet liquid on his dick.
“Satoru, I'm going to stretch you out before I go in.” He says in a soft voice as he squeezes some out of his fingers, coating them all around, including his rings.
Satoru mutters a “mhm” as he’s still eating you, the sound vibrating off your core and making you squirm.
Suguru takes one finger, sliding it into Satoru. He moans into you, arching his back. Suguru slides his finger in and out before inserting another finger inside.
You watch as he does this biting your lower lip, trying to hold your moans. Suguru looks at you, smirking, and pulls his fingers out, gripping his ass.
"Im done, are you ready?” He asked Satoru, and he pulled away from you, his chin wet and glistening.
"Yeah, hurry," he pleads, his dick twitching with pre-cum dripping on the sheets. Suguru slowly slides himself inside, gripping the cheeks below him.
Satoru winces against you in the sharp pain, and Suguru takes himself all out, thrusting into him again with force.
“Fuck!!” Satoru cries out. You grip his hair, pulling him into you, and you roll your hips into him.
Suguru thrusts into Satoru harder each time, his licks getting slower and sloppier.
“Keep eating; I want to see her squirt all over the bed.” Suguru says, slapping the cheeks below him, causing Satoru to yell out from beneath him.
“Fuck!!! s... stop!” He says,going back to lick you, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a quickened pace.
He’s now pressing down into your core as Suguru slams into him, “Tell me how good she tastes.” Suguru demands as he rubs his rough hands on him.
Satoru’s eyes are fighting to keep from rolling. He tries to hold his head up, but the pleasure rising below him almost pop like fireworks.
"You... you taste so good, baby.” He says quickly, trying to get all the words out. His mouth latches back onto your core, sucking your clit, curving his finger inside of you and hitting your sweet spot.
“Ah! Satoru, I'm about to... You couldn’t finish your sentence; moans immediately fell out. He continues to tap that sweet spot, sucking your clit more aggressively.
There’s nothing but moans and skin slapping.
You take your hand, gripping your tits, and put your nipple between both your index finger and thumb finger, pinching it.
Pleasure rolling through you and rolling back out. You blink your eyes, looking down at Satoru; he’s leaning out, your wetness dripping off his chin.
That was a sight for sore eyes.
With his fingers pulling out of you, Suguru slams into him once more, causing his head to collapse on you.
“Fuck her," Suguru says. Your eyes widen, and Satoru turns his head, looking at him.
Suguru slides his hand to the front of Satoru, gripping his dick stroking it
"Fuck, okay, okay. Pass me a condom.”
Your eyes light up; you haven’t had sex in months, and knowing Satoru still knew where your sweet spots were, you knew he would fuck the daylights out of you.
Suguru grabs the condoms from the side of him, holding them out.
Satoru leans up, his chest against Sugurus. His hand still gripping his throbbing dick, sliding his thumb over his sticky tip.
Satoru rips open the wrapper, and your core starts to throb with anticipation.
Suguru removes his hand from his dick, grabbing his hips. Satoru slides the condom on, then grabs his dick, lining himself up with your core.
Suguru thrusts into Satoru, catching him off guard. He quickly slides himself into you, and you gasp with surprise and pleasure.
As Suguru continues to thrust into him, Satoru does the same. Your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing his jaw, his hands gripping your tits, and your other pressing into the mattress, holding himself up.
You clench around him as his dick inches closer to your sweet stop. Suguru is getting more aggressive with his thrusts. He throws his head back as he’s reaching his climax.
He’s gripping Satoru's cheeks more aggressively, and your fingers dig into his back. Your body is getting hotter, and the knot in your lower stomach is about to burst.
“ha… harder.” You breathe out, Suguru hears you, and he thrusts into Satoru harder, causing his body to slam into you, hitting your sweet spot like a magical button.
Your back arches and moans from everyone erupt, bouncing off the room walls. Satoru collapses into you, his head falling on your chest.
Suguru quickly pulls out, breathing hard. He gives the ass under him another hard smack before pulling Satoru up.
His eyes are blank, and there’s a trickle of drool on the side of his mouth.
“Let’s all wash up.” You nod mindlessly and still lay there. Suguru sighs, dropping Satoru back on the bed and walking towards you, picking you up.
After a couple of hours of you all washing each other and hydrating, you’re all in bed wearing the old clothes you and Satoru left before the whole breakup.
Suguru is in the center of the bed, lying down, as both of his hands wrap around you and Satoru, both of you on opposite sides.
"I'm so fucking exhausted.” Satoru says, rubbing his face against Suguru's chest. You reach your hand over, rubbing his face. He smiles at your touch, putting his hand over yours.
“We’re all together again.” Suguru says, breathing out with his eyes closed. You look up again, then back at Satoru, who’s looking back at you.
"I want it to stay like this," you say almost in a whisper. Satoru takes your hand from his face, intertwining your fingers with his.
“It’s going to stay like this. I love you both.” You smile, then look up at Suguru, who’s grinning.
"I love you," you both say back to Satoru in unison.
You smile to yourself, recalling how you all started dating.
You slide the blue notebook from your bag, laughing, “Won’t it be kind of weird to like... date each other.”
Suguru and Satoru both stare blankly at each other, then at you. "No," they say in unison.
You instantly drop your book, looking at them dumbfounded.
The three of you weren’t the whole “three peas in a pod thing.” You all were three different individuals who formed individual connections with each other and developed feelings; it was only natural.
The three of you loved each other equally, even if people didn’t believe that. You all had each other; that’s all that mattered.
I know you just wrote that satosugu x black!reader fic like 3 hours ago and you said not to perceive it... But I did and it was real good and I need another one or a contiuation R E A L bad sis.
how dare you … but yes lol , gonna post more satosugu 2morrow , don’t really know what i wanna write but i want them to be a little mean , maybe even bullies idk , let me know if you have any suggestions 🤞🏾😘
MDNI (18+) | slight angst, slight religious undertones, implied obsession, sukuna has a big dick, sukuna covers reader’s mouth , idk what this is
Part 1
Forever was never the goal.
Two lost souls met on the outskirts of sanity. Desperate for something to hold on to. Something to ground them.
You just wanted to feel.
Anything.
Pain was fine because it kept you in the present. Stopped you from floating into the cold vast darkness of your own mind— that was a dangerous place to be alone.
He could give you pain.
He was pain.
He was born to take , break and consume.
Ryomen took, broke, and consumed you.
Your soul flaked off bit by bit with the subtlest of caresses.
Actions that would’ve caused butterflies and coy smiles from any other man manifested in blazing desire and yearning that left you wrung out in the spaces between life and death.
The supple velvet of his plush lips proceeded the keen edge of the teeth that sunk into your flesh.
Razor-like nails carved patterns into your body, ornamenting you with his marks for all to see.
Sukuna never gave you anything. Why should he ? He is a god. Your god. He took what he wanted. He took your pleasure. He stole your desire.
Each orgasms was forcefully extracted by the unmerciful roll of his hips against your core. Those punctuated thrusts that burrowed impossibly deep—so deep that your quaked and spasmed.
His hands were everywhere. On your breasts. In your hair. Over your mouth. Curled into the sheets. He was everywhere. He is everything.
Sukuna would lean back to watch where the two of you connected, loving the evidence of your arousal coating his cock like snow in a winter field. It made him want to fuck into you harder. Just to hear the carnal squelch of your soaked cunt. Poor hole weakly submitting to an intrusion that was much too big and much too rough.
His strokes were sinister.
Each thrust angled to attack that gummy spot that drew choked sobs and hoarse cries from your throat.
He loved you like this. An angel crying for the devil
I just want my mean Stepbrother!Sukuna to call me a “nasty bitch” while he’s fucking me raw, balls deep in my ass, cause he knows he’s gonna cum inside and doesn’t want to get me pregnant. So he’s just slamming me down onto his cock as my rim squeezes around him and I’m screaming like he’s trying to kill me. (Kill me with ✨cock✨) Chuckling when he wraps my braid around his hand to yank my head back and spit in my mouth. Then he squeezes my jaw and tells me to “hold it” while he balances on his feet for more leverage and fucks me into oblivion.
TW! AU, manipulative reader, kinda toxic reader , yandere reader if you squint, yuuji wants to hang out with his friends but reader is sad ☹️, oral (m) receiving , vaginal sex
Bringing that sweet persona full force you fall to your knees between his spread legs and bite your lip. Meekly gazing up at him with doe eyes and a pout. He always looks so good from this angle—towering over you like a god. Big muscles and powerful hands that could end you in an instant but the puppy like trance that befalls him as you present lets you know that he would never.
Who really has the power here ?
His shorts lay discarded in the corner. Thick cords of muscle flex and ripple under the slow drag of your nails on his flesh. His breath hitches as you pepper sweet kisses up his toned thighs. Leisurely, you suck at the skin. Painting the canvas with darkened marks of passion. Yuuji moans lustfully, placing a hand and cupping your cheek to which you meet with a kiss on his palm. You love his hands. They’re so strong and beautiful. Those hands have helped bring peace and justice to world and normally you’d spend time servicing them deep in your throat but there’s something heavier that’ll settle against your tongue tonight. The object of your desire lies between his thighs too heavy to stand. Thick veins circle the girthy appendage with a purpling mushroom tip leaking pre. On instinct your tongue darts out and you can’t help the lascivious moan that tumbled in your chest. Yuuji’s brows furrow and his perfect lips part slightly revealing sparkling white, and deadly sharp, teeth. God he looks so beautiful—if you could stare at him all day you would but right now you have a job to do. One long strip from the base of his cock to his engorged tip has him rutting forward and whimpering your name. He hisses in pain laced pleasure when your nails break the skin of his thighs at the same time your wet cavern engulfs him.
Yuuji melts into the sofa , literal putty in your hands as you Bob your head on the top half of his member. Your tongue swirls around his dick, spelling your name as if an enchantment. A low grow bubbles from his chest and you dare a glance at his face. Stray strands have fallen in his face, stuck to the beads of sweat forming. His lip is bruised with trickles of blood spilling in the corner from how hard he’d been biting them. God—he’s captivating. Deeper. Deeper. You urge yourself. Swallowing more and more of his massive length while your fondle his balls and dare let you fingers graze past his perineum. He jolts at the feeling but that’s for another time. You suck hard. Swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling off with a pop to spit the mixture of saliva and precum before shoving the entirety of it down your throat. Saliva drips down his heavy balls and you feel them throbbing in your hand a tell tale sign that he’s close to cumming. He does his best to warn. A strained “b-baby”, and a garbled cry of your name is all he manages before spilling his seed in your mouth. Allowing him no time to recover you pull up and sink down his fat cock. The painful stretch of it bullying into your unprepped pussy almost made you scream but you wouldn’t dare spill the liquid delight resting on your tongue. Big hands grip your cheeks slamming your pelvises together. You tangle your fingers into red strands as you pull him into a cum filled kiss. He moans at the taste , swallowing his own seed like a debauched whore. You’re so close now. The delicious curve of his cock is nestled in your womb and every twitch sends shockwaves to your gspot. Yuuji is babbling affirmations of love and praise beneath you but your too far gone to hear him. Instead you focus on the feeling of his silky strands between your feelings and his dick rubbing against your velveteen walls as you cum. He joins your climax— shooting ropes of cum until you’re both left spent and panting.
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