Hey everyone! Im Moni, I write fics (mainly about men due to my lack in wlw experience) from JJK and Attack on Titan, maybe other random characters I like from other animes <3
I’m open to requests and questions! My response time should be quite fast as im a chud whos always on tumblr..
Synopsis: you’re ovulating and tojis at work, like always. You need release, so you try helping yourself out. Until your boyfriend comes home, and decides you need punishment for leaving him out of the fun.
Toji works alot. Like an unsual amount for a middle aged man. Come to think of it, you had no idea what his actual job was. He always avoided your questions, yet still came home out of breath covered in bruises and cuts. You weren’t bothered that he worked alot, it paid for your expensive lifestyle. But him being away from home meant there wasn’t a lot of time for him to please you.
You don’t touch yourself often, busy pottering around the house whilst toji is away, then falling asleep early. But your ovulating. It’s 10pm, your boyfriend had left for work at 6am that morning. You were horny, and there were no more chores to be done to distract yourself from the burning need within you. So you settled yourself into your bed, put on some music, slid your fingers into your panties, and started drawing circles on your sensitive clit.
You were bordering on release, feeling the pressure in your core build as you subconsciously bucked your hips into your hand, pumping your fingers into your pussy. As you felt yourself tipping over the edge, the door slams open, and the silhouette of your massive boyfriend stands in the doorway.
Immediately you retract your fingers from yourself, internally groaning at the loss of contact. “H- hi toji” you stutter, pulling the covers over yourself a bit more. “Hi doll” he murmurs as he walks over to you, “whatya been up to hm?” He already knew the answer. Your sheepish look and hard grip on the covers paired with your heavy breathing and flushed cheeks were pretty big indicators.
“Nothing” you reply, avoiding his gaze. “Mhm,” toji sits on the bed next to you, leaning down to your ear. “So I didn’t hear you whimpering and moaning through the door just now?” You gasp, cheeks turning bright red as you turn your face away from him. Only for toji to grip your jaw and force you to look at him. “Pretty girl, were you that desperate?” You nod shyly. “Want me to help you out doll?” You nod again.
In response to your nods, toji moves himself down, taking the covers off of you and settling himself between your thighs. You notice his jaw clench when he sees your bare pussy, swollen and wet after you edged yourself upon his arrival. He lets out a low rumble and dips his head down to kiss your thighs, moving closer and closer to where you want him most. Your breath becomes shaky, moaning as he gets close to your pussy but moves away again. “Tojiii” you whine, begging for him to give you what you want. “Patience.” He says against your thigh, “you think I’m not gonna punish you for touching yourself without me?”
You roll your eyes, “I’ll do it myself if you dont.” Toji delivers a sharp slap to your pussy, making you shriek. “You’ll take what I give you doll, only speak when your begging or screaming my name.” With that he leans forward and sucks your clit hard, tugging at it with his teeth and kissing your lips sloppily. You scream at the sudden sensation, “fuck toji!” He doesn’t let up, eating your pussy like a man starved. “Toji ‘mclose!” You whine, gasping for breath as he overstimulates you. “D- dont stop please.” As soon as those words leave your mouth, toji stops.
You snap your head up to look at him between your legs, “Toji what the fuck!” Your pussy recieves another slap at your attitude, you jolt at the impact. Your boyfriend is resting his head on your thigh, tracing his finger up and down your slit lightly, toying with you. “I don’t like that tone doll.” He murmers, shoving a finger into your hole, earning a loud moan from you above him. “I told you the rules, if you want to come you’ll follow them.” You nod and throw your head back in pleasure as toji thrusts his long fingers into you. You feel hot breath on your clit then feel the warmth of his tongue lapping at it as his fingers continue to pump in and out of your pussy.
You arch your back, lifting your hips into his face, only for him to pull away and leave you hanging, again. Your growing frustrated now, but don’t dare show it, knowing toji will make the punishment worse if you complain. Within a few seconds of you panting heavily though remaining quiet, your boyfriend goes back to work, switching between slurping your pussy and thrusting his fingers deep into your core.
Your getting close again, tears streaming down your face at the constant edging you’ve endured. “T- toji please. I need it. Please let me come.” You whine, grasping his hair lightly, trying to surpress the erratic bucking of your hips and twitching of your legs. “You’ve been so good for me doll.” Toji speaks against your clit, the vibration of his voice bringing you closer to the edge. “Come for me.” He commands, and you do as he says. Your muscles spasm and your pussy clenches around his face, you hear the satisfied hum your boyfriend lets out as he laps at your juices. You let out a sigh of relief, and toji rises from the position he’s been in for the past hour. He flops down next to you in the bed, and turns towards you. “If you’re gonna touch yourself while I’m away, the least you could do is send me a video.”
Synopsis: you’re failing your classes, and nerd!Armin is the smartest guy at uni. He tutors you, but you get distracted. Is Armin Arlert.. hot??
Content: nsfw, smut, mdni, grinding/dry humping, p in v, unprotected sx, doggy, sub armin, hes pathetic x, university au, creampie, slight tit play
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University is hard for most people, including you. You have no motivation, no time to study, and you’re failing most of your classes. However university isn’t hard for nerd!armin. He’s top of the year and acing all his classes. The only thing he struggles with is girls.
He’s been watching you for a while, stealing glances at you in lectures, stalking your instagram account when he’s alone in his dorm. He was addicted to you. The way you dressed, the way you did your hair, how you smelt, he wanted it all. He wanted it so bad that you were all he could think about when he jerked himself off late at night.
He spent his time whimpering as he fucked himself into his palm, imagining it was your sweet pussy. “S- so tight”, he quickened his pace, bucking his hips harder into his hand, “you feel so- mngh- so good”. Throwing his head back, a whine falls from his lips as he finishes, cum shooting onto his basic jeans and nerdy graphic tee. As he cleaned himself up, the shame and embarassment of his actions rush over him again, like it does every time he messed himself over the fantasy of you.
You went to your class despite being tempted to skip, and sat in your usual seat. While waiting for your professor, you take notice of all the other students piling in. In particular, you take notice of Armin Arlert. He’s a world class nerd, always answering questions right, getting special mentions in lectures because of his amazing assignments, constantly taking notes.
He takes a seat in the row infront of you, and as you watch him taking out his folder, notebook and absurd amount of stationary, you have an idea- you need a tutor. And who better than the University’s top student? Convincing yourself that this is the best thing for your academics, you lean forward and tap his shoulder.
Armin turns around at the surprising contact, no one ever speaks to him, who would want to? Then he lays eyes on you. Smiling, you say a quick hey and get to the point. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need a tutor in this class, I’m failing so bad and i thought since you’re like the smartest here I’d ask if you could help me?” He just looks at you blankly, completely struck by the fact that you are talking to him. “Y- you think I’m smart?” He manages to mutter, giggling at his shyness you reply “duh you’re an A star student, all the professors sing your praises.”
He never took any notice of the professors, but the way you’re singing his praises right now has him blushing and shuffling awkwardly in his seat. “So whatdya say? You gonna help me bring my grades up?” You ask hopefully, and smile at the awkward nod he performs. “Perfect! I’ll be at your dorm at 8.” With that he whips his head back to the front, trying to pay attention to the lecture and not the raging hard on he aquired from that interaction.
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You show up at Armin’s door a few minutes before 8, knocking and waiting for him to answer. Little did you know that inside his dorm, Armin is freaking out to the max. He’d been preparing for your arrival since he finished his classes for the day, tidying his room, making his bed, trying to seem as “cool” as possible so you wouldn’t take one look and walk away. When he heard the knock he jumped, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
You had to look up to meet his eyes, noticing him nervously pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You smile, the two of you exchaging an awkward greeting, then you follow him inside.
He sits at his desk and swivels his chair to face you as you plop yourself down on the edge of his bed. You noticed how perfect his room was, smirking at the fact he probaly cleaned it just for you. “So-“ he takes you out of your thoughts with a shakey voice. “Which topic do you feel the most unfamiliar with? I think we should start there.” He doesn’t meet your eyes, he’s too nervous.
“Uhm, probably the cold war. I just can’t seem to remember all the names and dates.” He nods and turns to his desk drawer, where he pulls out a textbook on the cold war. Once he opens it and starts speaking, you hear the shakiness in his voice fade away, and his body language begins to ooze confidence rather than fear. As soon as he’s talking about something he knows, he becomes a completely different person. Quite- a hot person?
You blank out his voice and look at his face, he’s not ugly by a long shot, he’s conventionally attractive. His personality lets him down, you think to yourself, if he was this confident all the time he’d be picking up girls left right and centre. “Did you get that?” His voice startles you, “Sorry I was in my own head, do you mind repeating it?” You offer an apologetic smile, feeling bad that his efforts are going to waste. He probably thinks you aren’t listening because you’re lazy or something, he’d never imagine it was because you were admiring him in that way.
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The study session resumes and you try to the best of your ability to pay attention, and it works to a degree. But Armin is distracting you. You can’t help your mind wandering, imagining him underneath you, all nervous and blushing while you grind yourself back and forth on his- “So could you tell me what year NATO was founded?” You pause, wracking your brain to remember what he was talking about while you fantasised. “Uhm, 1954?” He sighs, disappointed. “Not quite, I might need to try a different strategy to help you remember.” He looks at you with a reassuring smile, trying to keep a positive mindset about your studies.
“I’ve consumed so much information in the past hour, can we take a break?” He frowns. “I promise I’ll get back to it, just give me 15 minutes please?” You look up at him with round eyes, pursing your lips into a slight pout, which obviously works. He cracks under your convincing tactics, and closes the textbook on his lap. “Okay fine, but only 15 minutes.” He looks at you with a warning glance, and you giggle at his seriousness. “Yes professor” you comment sarcastically, to which he gets embarassed and fumbles his words.
“I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so stern. Of course you can take a break I’m not in charge of you.” He pushes his glasses up again and averts your gaze. You roll your eyes; “Chill out I was just joking.” He laughs awkwardly at your comment, and as he does you catch a glimpse of something metallic in his mouth. “Hey what’s in your mouth?” You ask before you can stop yourself. Armin grows nervous, and without saying a word sticks his tongue out to reveal to you a shiny metal ball on his tongue, a piercing.
Armin Arlert has a tongue piercing?? Your eyes widen in surprise. “It was a dare from one of the guys I met at a frat party, we got them done together. I know it’s weird but it’ll scar if I take it out.” You shake your head and blurt out, “it’s not weird.” Now his eyes are widening in surprise, “it’s not?” He mutters. You shake your head again. “I think it’s kind of, hot? I dont know.” Why are you nervous around this guy? What is going on right now?
Armins thoughts are reeling. Did you just call him hot? Is that what you’d been thinking about while you zoned out? He cant seem to process what you just said, the look on his face is just pure confusion. His dreams are becoming a reality, he can’t let this opportunity slip away. “I think you’re hot too.” His words are too fast for his mind to keep up, and he’s as shocked as you when he finishes his sentence.
You feel your confidence creep back in. “Oh really?” You smirk at him, noting the look of fear plastered on his face as he nods. The picture of submission. You double down as you get up off the bed. “Do you think about me?” He nods again, meeting your gaze as his body stays rigid in his desk chair. You lean down to press your lips to his ear and deliver the final blow, “do you touch yourself when you think of me?”
You feel his body physically jolt at your words from beside you. As you lean back up to see him, he’s bright red, body frozen as he thinks of what to say. “It’s okay if you do,” you reassure him in a sultry tone, “I can help you out if you want me to.” You look at the hard on he’s rocking in his cargos, and Armin remains still. Until he nods slightly, and his arms reach out to grab your waist. He pulls you towards him and seats you on his lap, not uttering a word. But then he brings his lips to your ear, and whines a quiet “please.”
That’s all you needed to hear. You grab his face with both hands and slam your lips onto his, kissing him sloppily and panting into his mouth. Armin is lapping it up, grunting and moaning into yours, groping you in any place his hands could reach. Your thighs, your waist, your ass, your tits. He’s clinging onto your body like you’re going to disappear.
As he deepens the kiss you move your hips back and forth, grinding yourself on his dick, which was obviously hard. The movement makes him pause and let out a whine, dropping his head to your chest and panting heavily as you carry on. “Do you like that Armin?” You murmer, to which he nods ecstatically. “You wanna put it in?” You whisper, unsure as to what his response would be.
Armin freezes from under you. Sex? With you? He thinks he’s going to faint. Is he dreaming? Just imagining you saying all of this? He looks up and meets your gaze, taking in your flushed face, your chest rising and falling as much as his. He wastes no time. Moving you off of him and standing in front of you, clawing at your shirt as you undo your trousers and let them fall to the floor. Once he gets your shirt off he takes you in. Presenting yourself to him in only a bra and panties. All of his fantasies are finally coming true.
He slows down, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra (which he admittedly struggles with), sliding it off of your body. His hand rises to touch you but he stops and looks at you first, a sweet “can i?” Falling from his lips. You nod, and his hand continues its journey up to your tits, shortly to be joined by the other. He takes one in each hand, studying your face as he gropes at them, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His eyes light up at the clear arousal your showing- head thrown back, leaning into his touch.
He leans down to pepper innocent kisses around the surface of your tits, treating you like a porcelain doll. He licks a circle around one of your nipples before enclosing his mouth around it, sucking whilst his hand stimulates the other one. He nips at it with his teeth, and groans at the moan you let out, his cock throbbing now. He comes back up to kiss you again, pushing you towards the desk until your back hits it and you gasp at the contact, he breaks away and you take the liberty of removing his cargos, his length becoming visible through his boxers.
“Turn around” he mutters, and you comply, bending over the desk and waiting in anticipation, not once do you second guess yourself, you want this. As you turn around to say something to him, Armin slams his cock into you from behind, making you shriek and him whine at the feeling of you around him. “F-fuck” he lets out, head to your spine as he tries to regain his control- it’s not working. “P- please can I move, I can’t- can’t take it” you turn and nod, speechless from having the wind knocked out of you from his sheer size. You did not expect that.
Armin retracts his hips and pushes back into you slowly, a whimper leaving his lips as he does. He repeats the action again, his eyes focusing solely on the way your pussy is swallowing his cock. In, out, in, out. He’s mesmerised. So distracted by the sight infront of him he doesn’t even realise that his pace has quickened. He begins to slam into you, going as fast as he can, pussydrunk on you infront of him. The screams you’re letting out only egg him on to continue, as he moans and whines.
“S- so tight mngh, you feel so good I can’t- ah- can’t think” his pathetic noises only turn you on more. You reach your hand down to touch your throbbing clit, only for your hand to be slapped away, “let me do it, please, wanna- make you feel, mnh, good.” His hand replaces yours as he finds your clit in record time, and draws circles on it with his long finger. You’re losing it now, bucking against him and crying out at the stimulation, the pressure in your core becoming unbarable. “Please cum for me pretty, i need to- fuck- need to feel it. Need to feel you.” That’s all it took for your muscles to tense and the pressure to explode throughout your body, “fuck Armin!” You scream his name as you come apart, pussy clenching around him as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“Pretty girl- such a pretty girl. Please be mine, I- I need more, mgnh-“ the confidence from earlier is gone as he continues to ram into you, composure dwindling away the closer he gets to cumming himself. “I- I’m close, please turn around, needa- need to see that pretty face.” He pulls out and swivels you around as quick as he possibly could, helping you to sit on his desk facing him. As he slides his cock back into you, you notice the tear stains on his cheeks, patterned over the blush adorning them. He looks at you then, “s- so pretty. Let me cum inside, please baby.” You lean to kiss his cheek, and say the thing that makes his orgasm crash over him; “cum inside me Armin, be a good boy.”
That one sentence had him letting out a whimper, as his cock twitches inside of you and you feel the warm ropes of cum painting your insides. He stops moving then, all he could do was look at you and try to catch his breath back. He was a mess. Hair ruffled, cheeks pink, eyes glossy with tears, sweat beading his pale skin, chest heaving. You did that to him. “Armin..” you start, but he stops you, “was that good? Did i do good? I’m sorry i didn’t focus on you enough, I don’t know what came over me, I just couldnt focus on anything else-“ “Armin!” He snaps his head up to look at you, “that was amazing.” You give him a reassuring smile and he breathes a sigh of relief as you kiss his forehead.
“You know..” he whispers shyly, looking away from you. “I’ve never, yknow, eaten- it before.” Your eyebrows shoot up in shock, “would you let me have a taste?”
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Masterlist
A/N: this was requested by my best friend, hope she enjoys ;)
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
summary. sukuna’s best friend only wants one thing for his birthday—you—and sukuna, annoyingly sure of himself and of you, decides to giftwrap you for him.
serena's note. hiii i got so many requests for a pt2 of this drabble, so here it is! this can be read standalone though (ig?) also sorry toji fans this is a sukunacentric blog and it def shows...
you only came to this birthday thing because sukuna made you, dragging you out of the car by your wrist like you were the gift he forgot to wrap. the house is loud, music leaking down the hallway, some drunk guy already asleep on the porch steps—toji’s friends are a disaster, and you say that lovingly. kind of.
sukuna squeezes your hip as you walk in, leaning down to murmur, “don’t wander off. these idiots will try to recruit you for beer pong.”
you roll your eyes. “and that would ruin my night?”
“yes,” he says, completely serious. “because i didn’t bring you here to babysit grown men. i brought you for toji.”
you shove him lightly, but he only grins, because of course he’s joking. ...except he’s not.
you can feel it in the way his eyes flick to the couch, where toji’s already staring at you like he’s trying not to. he’s pretending to listen to some story, leaning back with a beer bottle dangling from his fingers, but he hasn’t blinked since you walked in. he finally lifts the bottle to his lips and mutters something to himself that looks suspiciously like “holy shit.”
sukuna smirks. you hate that he sees everything. he slides his hand lower on your back and guides you toward the kitchen, pretending he doesn’t notice how toji almost gets up to follow before someone calls his name.
your head snaps toward him. “can you not? it’s his birthday. don’t be weird.”
“i’m not being weird,” he shrugs. “he’s the one staring like he’s trying to manifest you.”
and maybe it should bother you—maybe your boyfriend pointing out another man’s interest should feel like a trap, a test, an insecurity poking through. but it doesn’t.
because sukuna is annoyingly sure of himself, sure of you, sure of the way you lean into him even when you pretend not to. he kisses your cheek like it’s not a big deal, like it’s just something he does, and says, “go say hi. you’ll make his day.”
you don’t get the chance. toji finds you first.
one second you’re grabbing a napkin, the next his voice is behind you, low and warm. “you two gonna stand in the kitchen all night or are you gonna let me say hi to her?”
you nearly drop the drink. sukuna doesn’t move, doesn’t tense, doesn’t do anything except give him the laziest look imaginable, like oh, you finally grew the balls to walk over.
toji smiles at you—that big, boyish, handsome grin. “hi.” his eyes flick to sukuna, then back to you. “you look… good.”
sukuna laughs under his breath like he’s already entertained. “that’s her everyday setting. try again.”
toji glances at you, licks his teeth like he’s trying not to say something worse. “you look… fuck, you look like a really good birthday present.”
your breath stutters—not because of what he says, but because sukuna doesn’t react. at all. he just watches you two with this calm, unreadable expression, one hand still resting on your waist like a reminder, not a claim.
“don’t need it,” he murmurs, eyes dragging down your body, slow and hungry like he doesn’t get to look at you often—like he’s memorizing the chance. “i’ll take you as-is.”
sukuna huffs a laugh behind you, almost fond. “course you will. it’s your birthday.”
and something in the room shifts—sukuna says it like he’s not shutting anything down. like he’s letting something in the air finally breathe. like he already knows how this night is going to end, and he’s the only one prepared for it.
you barely last fifteen minutes before sukuna pulls you away.
you’re mid-conversation with one of toji’s friends—some guy wearing sunglasses indoors, talking about crypto, god help you—when sukuna appears behind you, hooks two fingers through your belt loop, and tugs. no words, no explanation.
you follow with a sigh, waving a half-apology over your shoulder, and sukuna guides you down the hallway like he’s done this a hundred times, like he knows exactly where he wants you. he pushes open a half-lit guest room and slips inside, pulling you by the hip until your back hits the door.
the music is muffled here. the house hums around you, distant and oblivious. it feels like a pocket of quiet stolen from the chaos, carved out so sukuna can ruin whatever sanity you have left.
“you okay?” you ask, because it’s the first thing that comes out.
he hums, dropping his forehead to yours for a breath. his hands slide down your sides, making your stomach tighten. “mm. just had to get you away from the circus. didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”
you blink. “who?”
he looks at you like you’re adorable for asking. “you know who.”
you do. of course you do. toji’s stare burned into your back the whole time you stood in the kitchen pretending to stir your drink. but sukuna’s tone isn’t quite jealous. it’s amused. curious.
“kuna…” you start, unsure.
he lifts your chin with his thumb, makes you meet his eyes. “you trust me, right?”
your breath catches. he never asks that. he just moves like the answer is obvious.
“yeah,” you whisper.
“good.” his mouth brushes yours but doesn’t commit, a tease, a promise he’s not letting you cash in yet. “because i know what he wants.”
you swallow. “sukuna—”
he cuts you off with a soft laugh, like you’re being dramatic. “he’s been staring at you for months. you know that, right?” his hand slides behind your neck, fingers warm against your skin. “and i don’t fucking care.”
your heart jumps. he says it so simply, so confidently, like this isn’t a big thing—like it’s already been decided.
“kuna… what are you saying?”
he leans in, lips grazing your cheek, slow enough that you feel the meaning before you hear it. “i’m saying… maybe we should give him what he wants.”
your breath stutters. “you’re joking.”
he shakes his head once, barely. “nope.” his voice drops. “it’s his birthday, baby. and i like watching you be wanted.”
your knees almost give out.
he feels it, and his grip tightens just enough to hold you upright. he kisses the corner of your mouth. “and i’ll be right here. the whole time. no one gets shit without me.”
your hands fist in his shirt without you meaning to. “sukuna…”
“you don’t have to say yes,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your lip. “but i know you’re curious. i can see it.”
you hate how well he knows you. you hate how easy he says these things, how certain he is that you won’t run.
“i just want you to be safe,” he adds quietly. “and if you ever were gonna let someone else touch you… it’d be him. because he listens.”
“well,” you whisper, barely breathing, “what do you want?”
his eyes darken, the kind of look that makes your stomach drop. “i want to watch him fall apart on you.”
you gasp—and sukuna smiles like he’s been waiting to hear that exact sound.
then he kisses you, finally, like he’s signing a contract you haven’t even read yet.
sukuna doesn’t give you time to overthink it—not that you could with the way he’s kissing you, like he already knows where this night ends. his hands stay on your waist, stabilizing you, even when he finally pulls back, brushing his thumb over your lower lip like he wants to memorize the shape of you flustered.
“stay here,” he murmurs, voice warm enough to make your stomach drop. “don’t move.”
you manage a breathless, “why—”
but he’s already walking out, shutting the door halfway behind him like this is routine, like he’s just grabbing a drink or taking a call. the music outside swells for a second, then softens again as the door swings closed, leaving you alone in the quiet, heart pounding so hard you swear toji can hear it from across the house.
you don’t have long to sit with the adrenaline buzzing through your veins.
heavy footsteps. familiar ones.
toji fills the doorway before your brain can catch up. he’s laughing at something someone said behind him, until he sees you.
everything stops. the laugh dies in his throat. his eyes go wide, then low, then dark in a way you’ve never seen directed this openly at you. his hand tightens around the beer bottle like he might snap it in half.
“uh…” he says, voice suddenly rough. “did i… walk into something?”
you open your mouth, but no sound comes out because sukuna appears behind him like a damn shadow, one hand landing on toji’s shoulder in a casual pat that looks anything but casual.
“yeah,” sukuna says lightly, leaning past him to look at you like nothing is out of the ordinary. “you walked into your birthday present.”
toji turns so fast the bottle sloshes. “shut the fuck up,” he says—but it’s not angry. it’s disbelief mixed with hope.
sukuna just smirks, pushing him gently into the room like he’s herding a very large, very confused dog. “i’m serious. go on.”
toji stares between the two of you, eyes landing on your flushed face, your bitten lip, your unsteady breathing. and something in him breaks. not in a bad way—in the way a dam breaks.
“nah… no way,” he mutters, but he steps closer anyway, like he can’t help it, like gravity finally got its hands on him. “don’t—don’t play with me like this, man. that’s fucked up.”
“do i look like i’m joking?” sukuna asks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching toji unravel with an irritating amount of satisfaction. “you want her, right?”
the room goes dead silent.
toji swallows, throat bobbing, eyes glued to you even as he answers. “yeah,” he says, barely a whisper. “you know i do.”
your breath catches, and that sound alone almost takes him to his knees.
sukuna nods once, matter-of-fact. “then take her.”
toji freezes. like the words hit him so hard he forgot how to move.
“it’s your birthday,” sukuna adds, voice cruel and generous all at once. “i’m letting you have what you’ve been staring at all year.”
you swear you feel the temperature change. toji’s whole posture shifts—chest expanding, jaw tightening, eyes locking on you with a kind of reverence and hunger that’s almost too much to stand under. he steps close enough that you feel his breath on your cheek, but he doesn’t touch you. he just looks at you, waiting, like he needs permission from you, not sukuna.
“you sure?” he asks, voice low, meant only for you. “i’m not… i’m not taking anything she doesn’t want.”
your answer gets stuck in your throat—not because you don’t know it, but because the moment is so heavy, so charged you’re scared speaking will break it.
sukuna laughs softly behind him, like he sees right through your hesitation. “she wants it,” he says, tipping his chin toward you. “she just doesn’t know how to say it yet.”
toji shivers. actually shivers. his eyes flutter shut for half a second like he’s trying to steady himself, then he looks at you again—gentle, almost stupidly gentle for a man built like him.
“tell me no,” he breathes, stepping even closer, “and i’ll walk out.”
you don’t.
and that’s when toji realizes he’s getting you—and it hits him so hard his knees almost buckle.
toji moves like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he reaches too fast—which is crazy, because the way he’s looking at you is anything but cautious.
his eyes drag over your face, down your throat, drifting lower like he’s memorizing you in real time. like he’s been doing it secretly for months, but now he finally gets to look in the open.
you feel the heat of him before he even lays a finger on you. he stands close enough that his chest brushes yours every time he breathes, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of everything—your heartbeat, the way your legs feel unsteady, the faint warmth at your back where sukuna watches from the wall like he owns the room. like he owns you.
toji lifts his hand slowly, like he’s checking one last time, and when you don’t pull away, his fingertips trace along your jaw. you swear he stops breathing. his thumb grazes your cheekbone, then your lip, softer than a man his size should ever be, and he mutters a quiet, “fuck…” under his breath, like he’s trying to swallow the sound before anyone else hears it.
sukuna hears it. “i told you,” he says, voice amused behind you. “she’s something else, huh?”
toji’s jaw tightens. “you have no idea.”
sukuna hums. “i do, actually. very well.”
the reminder sends a shiver down your spine—not like jealousy, nor embarrassment, more like awareness, like the room just got smaller and warmer at the same time. toji’s thumb presses lightly into your bottom lip, pulling it down just a little, and his eyes go hungry and almost worshipful.
“can i…?” he murmurs, and he doesn’t even finish the sentence — just tilts his head a little like he’s asking permission to kiss you, to taste you, to do exactly what he’s been dying to do.
you nod before you realize you moved.
toji exhales like he’s been holding that breath for weeks.
then his hand slides behind your neck, hot and steady, and he pulls you into a kiss that starts gentle, like he’s testing how soft he can be without breaking. but the second you sigh against his mouth, everything in him snaps. he kisses you deeper, hungrier, like he’s finally allowed to want you out loud.
your fingers curl into his shirt before you even think about it. he groans at the feel of you pulling him closer, and the sound goes straight to your stomach.
sukuna’s voice floats from behind, warm like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. “yeah… that’s it. take what you want.”
toji breaks the kiss just long enough to look at you, forehead resting against yours, breathing hard like he just ran here from across the city. “you’re fucking unreal,” he whispers, almost reverent. “been dreaming about this.”
your cheeks heat, but he doesn’t let you look away. his hand slides down your spine, gripping your waist like he’s steadying himself, like he’s afraid he’ll lose his balance if he doesn’t hold onto you.
“relax your shoulders,” sukuna murmurs behind you, stepping closer—not touching, just hovering. “she likes it when you touch her lower back.”
toji’s hand immediately drops lower, big palm warm against the small of your back, pulling you flush against him—and you gasp, chest brushing his, thighs instinctively pressing together.
toji’s breath stutters. his eyes drop to your mouth again. “yeah,” he murmurs, voice gravel-soft. “i can tell.”
the second kiss is deeper. messier. his tongue slides against yours and you feel his control starting to unravel, feel the way he’s struggling not to devour you right there.
and behind you, sukuna’s hand comes to rest lightly on your hip—just there, guiding your body into toji’s like he’s framing the picture he wants to watch.
“birthday boy,” sukuna says, voice low enough to curl into your spine, “touch her.”
toji doesn’t ask twice.
his hands drop to your thighs, gripping, lifting, testing the weight of you like he’s been dying to. he pulls you in again, kissing you deeper, hungrier, breathing you in like you’re oxygen he hasn’t had in too long.
your back bumps sukuna’s chest—his breath warm at your ear, calm even now.
“good,” he murmurs, fingers grazing the side of your waist. “now we’re getting somewhere.”
and when toji’s hand finally slides under the hem of your shirt, rough fingers brushing the bare skin of your hip, you realize—this is really happening. sukuna's watching you like he’s been waiting for this moment longer than you have. toji is touching you like it’s a gift he’s scared to drop.
and you’re standing between them, dizzy, breathless, wanted in a way that feels nothing like pressure and everything like being held open to the world.
toji kisses you like he’s trying to make up for lost time. months of wanting, months of pretending, months of shutting down every thought that sounded too much like her, her, her. it all pours out at once—the heat of him, the desperation tucked under the control, the way he keeps trying to pace himself and keeps failing.
his hands move again, rougher this time, sliding under your thighs like he’s testing how easily he can lift you. you breathe out a little gasp against his mouth—not even from surprise, just from how effortless it is for him. he picks you up like it’s nothing. like you weigh nothing. like the only thing he’s concentrating on is keeping his mouth on yours.
sukuna makes a soft hum behind you, amused—not jealous, not irritated, just entertained by how quickly toji loses his mind once he touches you. “careful,” sukuna says, voice warm at your shoulder. “don’t drop my girl.”
“wouldn’t,” toji mutters without looking away from you, grip tightening on your thighs. “couldn’t.”
you feel his arms flex as he shifts you higher, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. the way he groans at that sends heat straight behind your ribs.
“fuck— you can’t do that,” he whispers against your jaw, breathing hard. “i’m already—shit.”
you smile, dazed. “already what?”
he groans again, biting lightly at your throat like he wants to answer but can’t risk saying something humiliating in front of sukuna.
sukuna chuckles. “he’s already gone. look at him.”
toji shoots him a glare, but he’s too wrecked, too focused, to make it convincing. he carries you across the room with slow, steady steps, like every inch of movement matters, like he wants to memorize the feeling of your legs around him before anything else happens.
when he lowers you onto the bed, it’s shockingly gentle—his big hands slide from under your thighs to your waist, settling you into the mattress like he’s placing something fragile down, something he’s not allowed to break.
he stays leaning over you for a second, breathing hard, eyes dragging down your body in a way that makes your stomach tighten. “fuck,” he whispers, wiping a hand over his mouth like he needs to get ahold of himself. “you look good like this.”
sukuna steps in closer, but not enough to crowd toji, just enough that you feel him at the edge of the bed, the heat of him, the weight of his presence. one of his hands touches your ankle lightly, stroking down your shin like he’s reminding you he’s here. reminding toji too.
“don’t freeze,” sukuna murmurs to him. “you wanted this. take it.”
toji’s eyes darken. he kneels on the mattress, sliding between your legs, and the bed dips under his weight. you feel the heat of his thighs against yours, the tension in his muscles, the restraint barely hanging on.
his fingertips brush your waist again, trembling. “tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, and it’s so low, it almost breaks something in you.
you shake your head, breath catching. “no. don’t stop.”
his eyes flutter shut for a second, like he’s praying—and then his hands drag up your sides, under your shirt, palms hot, fingers spreading wide like he wants to hold every inch of you at once.
sukuna watches, voice steady but warm enough to make your toes curl. “that’s it. don’t rush. she likes it when you take your time.”
toji nods once, swallowing hard like he’s trying to follow instructions even while he’s seconds from losing it. his hands slide higher, brushing the underside of your breasts, and you arch into him on instinct.
he groans—actually chokes on it. “fuck, baby… you’re gonna kill me.”
sukuna smirks. “then die quiet. i’m enjoying the show.”
toji shoots him a look, annoyed and grateful all at once, but he doesn’t argue. his focus comes back to you—to the way your breath skips, to the way your thighs tense, to the way you’re looking at him like you want him, really want him, maybe as much as he’s wanted you.
his thumb brushes the hem of your shirt, eyes flicking to yours. “can i take this off?”
you nod, chest rising fast.
he lifts it slowly—almost too slowly—revealing your stomach inch by inch, his breath catching at every new bit of skin. he pushes it above your chest but doesn’t fully remove it, letting it bunch at your ribs as he lowers himself over you, mouth hovering just above your skin.
“told you she was perfect,” sukuna murmurs.
toji’s answer is a shaky, whispered, “yeah… yeah she is,” right before he leans down and puts his mouth on your stomach, kissing you so soft it’s almost cruel.
you shiver. he feels it. he smiles against your skin, breath hot, hungry.
and the whole room tilts—because this is happening. sukuna is watching with that heat in his eyes. toji is between your thighs, kissing his way up your body like he’s been starving for the taste of you.
and you are gone. absolutely gone.
toji kisses up your stomach like he’s climbing a ladder he’s scared to fall off of—slowly, every inch taking something out of him. he mouths at your ribs, your sternum, the edge of your bra, breathing hard against your skin like he’s trying to keep himself from losing it.
you’re already arching into him, breath slipping out in these shaky little gasps you can’t control, and he hears every single one. he reacts to them like they’re pressure points he’s been studying—like he’s been dreaming of figuring out exactly where your noises come from.
he pulls back just enough to hover over you, one arm braced beside your head, the other skimming down your side. his fingers trace your hipbone, your inner thigh, moving so slow it makes your stomach tighten painfully.
“toji…” you breathe, chest rising too fast.
his eyes snap up. he swallows, hard. “yeah, sweetheart?”
you don’t even know what you were going to say—you just needed to say something before the tension shreds you. but he hears your tone, not your words, and it wrecks him.
his hand slides higher on your thigh, fingers spreading wide. he moves in toward the heat between your legs with the kind of hesitation that isn’t uncertainty.
before he can make contact, sukuna’s voice floats in. “don’t tease her too much,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your ankle like a command. “she gets impatient.”
you gasp at that, and toji shivers visibly. “fuck,” he mutters, voice cracking a little. “don’t say shit like that when i’m—fuck.”
he flips up your skirt and his thumb skims right over your panties— light, too light, just enough to make your hips jerk. then he presses a little harder. not much. just enough to make your breath catch in your chest.
his jaw flexes. “holy shit… you’re already—” he cuts himself off, groaning into the space beside your knee.
sukuna chuckles under his breath, stepping closer. “mmh, she does that,” he murmurs. “keep going.”
toji nods once, shaky, eyes dragging up your body like he’s trying to burn the image into his brain: you spread out on the bed, shirt bunched above your bra, thighs open for him, eyes half-lidded and glossy.
his fingers hook into the top of your panties, dragging them to the side just enough to feel your heat, your slick, the soft give of you under his touch.
the first real stroke of his finger along your slit steals the air out of your lungs.
your back arches. your mouth opens. a sound breaks out of you that you didn’t mean to give him—and toji nearly collapses.
he drops his forehead to your thigh, shoulders shaking with the force of the groan he tries to swallow. “fuck—fuck, baby, you’re—you’re unreal. holy shit.”
sukuna watches with that smirk, crossing his arms as if this is exactly the show he ordered. “told you,” he says mildly. “she’s addictive.”
toji’s breath hits your inner thigh, as he drags his finger up again, slower this time, pushing a little deeper into the slick heat gathering there. you gasp—your hips lifting into his hand—and he moans like he’s the one being touched.
“kuna,” he says, voice wrecked, “why the fuck would you ever share her?”
sukuna steps right up to the bed, hand sliding into your hair, thumb brushing your cheek with this gentle pressure. “because she wants this,” he murmurs, staring down at your face, not toji’s. “and because i like watching her be ruined.”
toji curses under his breath—and pushes his finger inside you.
you choke on a sound that isn’t even a word. your hand shoots out, grabbing at toji’s shoulder, his hair, anything—your whole body tightening around the intrusion, pulse hammering, every nerve ending lighting at once.
he feels it. he feels all of it.
“oh my god,” he whispers, eyes rolling back for a second. “she’s—sukuna—holy fuck.”
sukuna’s grip in your hair tightens just a little, not enough to hurt, just enough to pull a quieter gasp from you, the kind that vibrates straight through toji’s hand.
“keep going,” sukuna says softly. “i want to hear her.”
and toji does—sliding his finger in deeper, then pulling out slow, then pushing back in until you gasp again, until your thighs tense around his arm, until your hips lift off the bed like your body is answering him without permission.
“good girl,” sukuna murmurs against your ear. “that’s it.”
toji makes a broken sound—like praise wasn’t meant for him but he still felt it. and when he adds a second finger, groaning into your thigh at how tight you squeeze around him, you realize you’re not making it out of this scene alive.
toji’s fingers move inside you like he’s learning you through touch alone—slow at first, then deeper, then curling just slightly like he’s testing what pulls the prettiest sounds out of you. your back arches off the bed again when he hits that spot.
“there,” he whispers, eyes wide, almost panicked. “fuck—there? that’s it, right?”
you can barely nod, your breath catching in this shaky sob of pleasure, and that alone wrecks him. his thumb slides against you again, and you feel your thighs clamp around his arm so sharply he groans.
you’re not even looking at sukuna—but you feel him. his weight dips the mattress beside your head, his palm cradles your cheek, thumb stroking the corner of your mouth like he’s calming you through it.
“she’s close already,” sukuna murmurs, voice warm and patient like he predicted all of this. “slow down.”
toji chokes out a breath. “i can’t—she’s—fuck, she’s squeezing—”
sukuna laughs softly like he’s watching someone drown in the ocean he warned them about. “i know. breathe, idiot.”
toji actually listens, but his fingers don’t stop—they just get more careful, more hungry. you feel every pulse of his breath against your thigh, every tremble in his wrist when you squeeze around him.
sukuna leans closer to your face, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you want him to make you cum?” he asks, low enough it crawls down your spine. “or you want me to do it?”
you whine—because you can’t pick, you can’t think, you can barely stay on the bed with how hot everything feels.
toji’s head jerks up at the sound, eyes blown wide and desperate. “holy shit—she sounds—kuna, she sounds—”
“yeah,” sukuna murmurs, smiling against your jaw. “she does that for me all the time.”
the noise toji makes is half envy, half awe.
sukuna shifts, kneeling up beside your hip so he can see everything—toji’s fingers working you open, your thighs trembling, the slick mess gathering on toji’s knuckles. sukuna drags two fingers up your stomach, watching the way your muscles jump under the touch.
“move,” sukuna says, tapping toji’s wrist.
toji looks panicked. “what—did i do something—”
“no,” sukuna says calmly, “you’re doing fine. i’m just not letting you be the only one touching her.”
the way toji exhales—like that single sentence almost made him cum in his jeans—in embarrassing in a way he does not care about.
he shifts back just an inch, just enough to give sukuna space, and sukuna slides his hand between your legs like he owns the entire situation. his fingers slip through the wetness toji pulled out of you, gathering it lazily, spreading it up and down your folds until you’re shaking.
toji watches with this raw, stunned hunger—the way men watch holy events or car crashes lol. “jesus christ,” he whispers, voice cracking. “you—she’s so—how do you—”
sukuna doesn’t even look at him. his eyes stay on your face.
“open your legs a little more for me,” sukuna murmurs.
you do. instantly.
sukuna slides two fingers inside you beside the ones toji had just pulled out, filling you deeper, smoother, knowing exactly how to angle, how to curl, how to make your breath break.
your back arches, your eyes squeeze shut, and the moan that slips out of you is so broken toji actually shudders.
“holy—holy fuck,” he whispers. “kuna, what—how—she’s—”
“she’s perfect,” sukuna says, finally glancing at him with a lazy half-smile. “and you’re lucky i’m in a giving mood.”
sukuna’s fingers pump into you slow, the kind of rhythm that throws your whole body off axis. you clutch toji’s shoulder just to ground yourself, nails digging in, and he hisses because even your desperation turns him on.
“look at her,” sukuna murmurs, voice dipping lower. “look how she reacts to being full.”
toji does. he looks like it’s killing him.
“i—i want—” he tries, but the sentence dies in his throat. he’s too turned on to articulate anything.
sukuna hums. “yeah yeah,” he says, like he already knows. “i know what you want.”
his fingers curl deeper, harder, and you gasp—a choked, helpless sound—your hips lifting off the bed so fast toji instinctively grabs them to steady you.
and sukuna smiles. “good,” he murmurs. “just like that. let us see you.”
sukuna’s fingers move faster now—hitting that spot with this practiced, devastating ease that makes your whole body jolt. you clutch toji’s shoulder like you’re drowning, nails digging into him until he groans, forehead dropping to your knee like he can’t handle what he’s seeing.
the noise that leaves your throat isn’t even a word. your hips buck up into sukuna’s hand, chasing the pressure, chasing the heat, chasing the way every nerve in you feels pulled tight like a bowstring.
toji can’t stop touching you, his hands are on your waist, your thighs, your hips, squeezing like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real. he’s staring at where sukuna’s fingers disappear into you, chest rising too fast, breath stuttering.
“jesus—she’s fucking squeezing—” he breathes, awe-struck.
sukuna’s thumb finds your clit, circles once, and your whole body jumps.
“there it is,” sukuna says quietly, like he’s been waiting. “go on, baby. let go.”
the way he says it—snaps something clean in half inside you. your thighs shake around toji’s arms. your back arches hard enough that sukuna presses a palm to your stomach to hold you in place. heat curls tight, fast, unbearable—and you cum.
it hits embarrassingly fast, embarrassingly hard.
a choked, shaking moan rips out of you as your whole body contracts around sukuna’s fingers, pulsing, tightening, clenching down so fiercely that he groans softly at the pressure.
toji actually loses it at the sight, swearing under his breath, eyes wide, pupils blown. “holy—holy shit."
“yeah,” sukuna says, voice low as his fingers keep working you through it. “look how pretty she is when she falls apart.”
your hips jerk, thighs trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm drags out, wave after wave hitting too fast to breathe through. sukuna keeps you open with his free hand, thumb rubbing you through every pulse, every aftershock, until you’re shaking.
toji leans in, voice wrecked, almost pleading. “can—can i touch her? please—fuck—please—”
sukuna smirks without looking away from you. “go on.”
toji’s hand replaces sukuna’s on your thigh, gripping you tight, steadying you as your body spasms through the last of it. you gasp, chest heaving, eyes blurry as sukuna finally pulls his fingers out of you—making you whimper.
he brings those fingers to your mouth, brushing your bottom lip with them, voice dipping low. “taste.”
“fuck—i need her,” toji whispers, almost panicked now. “kuna, please—i need her, i need to be inside—”
sukuna looks at him, smiling like he’s finally hearing what he’s been waiting for. “then come get her,” he says.
toji is on you before the sentence even finishes leaving sukuna’s mouth.
he grabs your hips, pulls you down the bed like you’re nothing more than want in a human body, and mouths at your thigh like he’s half feral. he’s shaking—not with nerves, but with the kind of restraint that’s seconds from snapping.
“condom—?” he starts, breathless.
sukuna shakes his head once. “i’ve got her covered. just fuck her.”
toji makes a choked, reverent sound like that’s the hottest sentence he’s ever heard in his life.
he fumbles with his belt, cursing under his breath, hands shaking because he can’t get himself free fast enough. the second he does, his cock slaps up against his stomach, thick and heavy and so hard it looks painful.
your breath stutters.
toji notices. his head drops forward with a groan so deep it sounds like it tears out of him. “don’t—don’t look at me like that. fuck—i’ll finish before i’m even inside—”
sukuna sits beside you on the bed, hand slipping behind your head, thumb stroking your cheek like he’s steadying you for impact. “she likes watching,” sukuna murmurs. “let her.”
toji lines himself up with a hand on your thigh, spreading you open, and the moment the head of his cock drags through your slick, he folds. eyes roll back, breath crushes out of him, hips jerk forward like he can’t stop himself.
“holy—fuck—she’s so wet—” he gasps.
sukuna smirks. “i warmed her up for you.”
toji’s answer is an incoherent groan as he pushes in—slow at first, then deeper, then deeper, until your spine arches like it’s trying to escape your body. the stretch steals your breath. he’s thick, overwhelming, filling you in a way that makes your eyes flutter and your nails dig into his shoulders.
“fuck—fuck, baby—” toji chokes, forehead falling to yours. “you’re tight—oh my god—you’re so—how the fuck does he—”
“focus,” sukuna murmurs at his shoulder, voice lazy but firm. “don’t embarrass yourself. move.”
toji moves.
one deep thrust—and the sound that breaks out of you makes both men groan.
your legs wrap around his hips instinctively, dragging him deeper, and toji nearly collapses on top of you. “don’t do that—fuck—”
“good,” sukuna says. “i want to see you lose it.”
toji pulls back and slams into you again, harder this time, like something snapped inside him. the rhythm isn’t careful anymore—it’s shifted to being needy, hungry, pure release, his hips snapping against yours with a force that knocks little gasps out of you every time he bottoms out.
sukuna watches from inches away, eyes heavy, hand stroking your cheek like he’s rewarding you for every sound you make.
“let her hear you,” sukuna murmurs to toji. “she likes it.”
toji groans, deep and broken. “baby—baby, you feel—fuck—you feel unreal—oh my god—”
your body jerks with every thrust, the bed creaking, toji’s breath hot against your neck as he fucks you like he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.
sukuna tilts your chin toward him and kisses you—while toji pounds into you, hips slamming, breath ragged, hands gripping your waist like he’s terrified you’ll slip away.
you break first—your moan split between sukuna’s mouth and the way toji hits that spot inside you so hard your vision whites out.
“there it is,” sukuna whispers against your lips. “take it. take him.”
toji is gone. fully gone.
his rhythm stutters, thighs shaking, voice cracking with every thrust. “kuna—i can’t—she’s squeezing—baby, i’m—”
“not inside her,” sukuna snaps, hand gripping the back of toji’s neck. “pull out.”
toji groans, teeth gritted, fighting his own body as he drags out of you at the last second—cumming hard across your stomach, chest heaving, voice breaking as he buries his face in your shoulder and falls apart.
for a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of all three of you trying to breathe.
toji collapses beside you, one hand still on your thigh, shaking.
sukuna wipes his hand on his thigh and looks down at you like you’re the only thing that matters.
“good girl,” he murmurs, voice molten. “and i’m not done with you.”
toji is still shaking beside you, chest heaving, one arm thrown over his eyes like he’s embarrassed to still be breathing. he came fast—too fast—and it hit him so hard he looks vaguely concussed. his hand is still on your thigh, fingers twitching like he’s trying to stay present but his soul left ten seconds ago.
sukuna glances at him, amused in that bored, affectionate way he has with his idiot friends.
“pathetic,” he murmurs, brushing your hair off your forehead. “birthday boy taps out in two minutes.”
toji groans into his bicep. “dude, shut—she was—fuck—i’m only human—”
“exactly,” sukuna says, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “that’s why i’m here.”
your breath stalls as he shifts over you, settling between your legs with the sheer confidence only a man who knows every sound you make could ever have. one big hand slides under your knee, lifting your leg over his hip, opening you exactly how he wants you.
you’re still slick, messy, throbbing from toji’s cock—and sukuna’s eyes darken as he looks down at you, at the mess on your stomach, at the way you’re still trembling.
“look at you,” he breathes, almost proud. “and he didn’t even finish the job.”
but sukuna isn’t talking to him anymore. his attention is locked entirely on you.
“you still want more?” he asks, low, warm, like he already knows the answer. “or did he wear you out?”
your fingers grab his wrist without thinking—and sukuna smiles like he’s been waiting for exactly that. “that’s what i thought.”
he guides the head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself in the mess toji left behind, and everything inside you tightens. sukuna is bigger, thicker, deeper—and he doesn’t ease in like toji tried to. he pushes into you in one smooth thrust that knocks a cry out of you.
toji’s head snaps up at the sound—eyes blown wide again. “fuck—she—she sounds different with you—”
“yeah,” sukuna says, voice steady as he bottoms out inside you, filling you to the hilt. “because she knows i know what i’m doing.”
you arch, nails dragging down his back, and sukuna groans—low, rough, the kind of sound he only makes when he’s deep enough to feel you flutter around him.
“god, baby…” he mutters into your neck. “you’re still so tight. didn’t even loosen you up.”
toji makes an offended noise. “i did—!”
“barely,” sukuna mutters, before pulling out and slamming into you again.
your body jerks, breath stuttering, everything inside you tightening around him so sharply he curses against your throat. “thaat’s it,” he growls. “that’s the grip i like.”
toji watches helplessly from beside you, propped up on one elbow like he can’t tear his eyes away even if he tried. his face is flushed, pupils blown, chest still rising fast—like watching sukuna fuck you is almost worse than doing it himself.
“fuck—she’s gonna—”
“i know,” sukuna says, rutting into you harder, deeper, fingers gripping your hip so tight you’ll feel him tomorrow. “that’s the point.”
your sounds get higher, breathier, completely out of your control. every thrust hits deeper than toji ever reached, dragging your body up the bed with the force of it. sukuna leans over you, caging you in, kissing you hard and messy as he pounds into you.
“you’re mine,” he whispers against your mouth. “but i’ll let him watch.”
toji shudders so visibly the mattress shakes.
you break first—again—your whole body clenching around sukuna as the orgasm rips through you. it’s harder than the first, sharper, your thighs trembling wildly as sukuna fucks you through it, grinding deeper as you squeeze around him like you’re trying to drag him down with you.
he groans—and doesn't bother to pulls out stroking into you once, twice and finishes deep inside of you as both men stare at you like you’re something they both just died over.
sukuna leans down, breath still uneven. “that,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth, “is how you finish a birthday present.”
toji flops back on the bed, muttering, “i fucking hate you,” while sukuna smirks like he just won.
toji is starfished on the mattress like someone unplugged him from the wall. he’s breathing in these ragged little bursts, one hand thrown over his face, the other blindly searching for air because he’s definitely not in his body yet. every few seconds he whispers a shaky “holy shit” like it’s involuntary.
sukuna wipes his hand on his thigh, still catching his breath, still looking at you like you’re the dessert course he plans to circle back for later. he leans over, presses a slow kiss to your cheek.
“you good?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your chin.
you nod, though your legs are trembling so bad he has to steady your thigh with his palm.
toji peeks from under his arm, sees the gesture, and groans dramatically.
“you’re doing aftercare right in front of me? you’re sick. you’re—inhumane.”
sukuna grabs the nearest pillow and throws it at his head. “shut up. you came in, like, sixty seconds.”
“more like forty-five,” you add without thinking.
toji lets out a wounded noise. “oh my god. you’re both evil.”
sukuna laughs—that pleased laugh that means he is in the best mood possible. he stands, stretches like he didn’t just rearrange you in front of his best friend, and casually grabs a cupcake off the nightstand where someone must’ve left it earlier.
he lights the candle with his pocket lighter, walks over to toji’s sprawled corpse of a body, and holds the cupcake over his face.
“make a wish, birthday boy.”
toji just stares at him, pupils still blown, voice hoarse.
“i already got my wish,” he mutters.
sukuna snorts. “yeah, and you almost died doing it.”
you laugh—and toji’s eyes slide to you like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again.
“you’re… fuck.” he shakes his head, dazed. “thank you. seriously. both of you.”
sukuna shrugs like he didn’t orchestrate the whole evening.
“don’t get used to it. next year you’re getting socks.”
toji groans again. “fuck off.”
sukuna sets the cupcake on toji’s chest and kisses your jaw once more, softer this time. “let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmurs. “then we’re going home.”
you try to stand and nearly fall, your legs jelly, your balance gone—and sukuna catches you instantly, one arm sliding under your knees like he’s picking you up off a dance floor
...not out of a threesome aftermath.
toji watches from the bed, cupcake sliding off his chest and onto the sheets. “she can’t walk. you broke my present.”
“she’s fine,” sukuna says, kissing the top of your head. “and you’re done. go eat your cupcake.”
toji gives you a small, stupid, grateful smile. “best birthday ever,” he mutters.
sukuna rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smirk pulling at his mouth.
“yeah, yeah,” he says. “try not to brag about it at your next party.”
you bury your face in sukuna’s neck to hide your laugh—and he holds you tighter. the night ends with toji passed out half-dressed on the bed, frosting on his abs, while sukuna carries you out like he’s the one who got the present.
and honestly?
he kind of did.
they wanted to kiss so bad next time imma make them fuck , fuck reader we love yaoi here
Synopsis: your boyfriend Levi had an unsuccessful day at work, and takes his frustrations out by tying you to the bed and using you
Content: nsfw, smut, MDNI, afab!reader, making out, unprotected piv, creampie, bondage, oral f!recieving, free use, degrading, praise, very rough sex, light hickey mention, tit play, bit of begging
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Being with humanity’s strongest soldier definitely had its cons; he was never home, always injured and he was always angry when missions didn’t go to plan. However, the pros of dating levi ackerman included the fact that after one of those failed missions, he’d seek you out to release his frustration in bed.
Whilst levi was at work you were pottering about, doing odd jobs where you could to pass the time. When you heard the door open you smiled and turned to greet your boyfriend, “Hey levi, good day?” Clearly not; he looked furious. Without a word from him he grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs. You knew what was going to happen, and you smirked at the thought.
Within a second of walking through the bedroom door, levi’s lips are on yours and hes walking you to the bed. He’s kissing you harshly, panting into your mouth, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed. Your calfs feel the edge of the bed and you topple backwards onto it, as levi breaks the kiss and stays standing. “I’ve been waiting for this.” He mutters, moving to undress you.
He practically rips your clothes off, then tears your panties before discarding them on the floor. But instead of undressing himself, he moves around the bed to a drawer, and opens it to pull out multiple peices of rope. Your eyes widen, how have you not noticed those in that drawer before? And what does he need them for now? Levi uses the rope to tie both hands and both feet to the post at each corner of the bed, leaving you spread eagle and completely vulnerable infront of him. Your breath quickens in excitement; he’s always used you as he’s pleased, but never to this extent.
He stands at the foot of the bed and rakes his gaze over your naked body, in awe. “You look so perfect tied up for me,” he drops to his knees and leans forward so you can feel his hot breath on your slit, “I can’t wait to use this pretty pussy.” You blush at his compliment, squirming under his gaze. He dips a finger into your hole, letting its wetness coat his fingers before he puts it in his mouth and licks his fingers clean; he hums in contentment. “Mmmm, so wet for me already. You like me tying you up and using you huh?”
You groan in response, thighs tensing as they try to clench together, stopped by the rope keeping them apart. You recieve no warning when levi flattens his tongue at your hole, dragging it all the way up to lick circles around your clit. You moan and writhe against the restraints, your limbs attempting to break free, to no avail of course. His hands find their way to the flesh of your thighs, and his vice-like grip threatens to leave bruises. His pace is viscious, switching between tongue fucking your wet hole and roughly sucking your clit - he’s eating your pussy like a man starved, grunting and groaning with each taste. Above him, you are completely unravelling, struggling to keep any sort of composure. Your squirming to the best of your ability given the ropes, letting pornographic moans fall from your lips as levi laps you up like his last meal.
His pace never slows, when your moans become louder and your thighs slightly shake under his grip, he thrusts a finger into you harshly at the same time as he sucks your clit. He fingers you with critical precision, curling them to hit your g-spot each time, earning the sweetest sounds out of you. His technique allows the pleasure to rise within you, building towards your release. “L- levi im gonna come.” You moan, out of breath from your constant wriggling. Levi increases his speed in response, sucking and thrusting his fingers harder. “Levi!” you scream when you come, legs shaking as levi drinks up your juices, making sure your pussy is licked clean before his head finally comes up from between your thighs.
You smile at him, still out of breath from his performance. “Can you untie me now?” You ask, gesturing towards the restraints. “No.” Levi answers simply, as he rises to his feet and starts undressing. “I’m no where near finished with you yet.” You swallow nervously, wondering if you could take any more. He frees his dick from his underwear, and you admire the sight as always- your nerves being replaced with eagerness. Levi climbs on top of you, not wasting a second of time. He leans down and presses his lips to your ear, “are you ready for me to ruin you?” He whispers. You whimper and nod, your pussy already clenching with anticipation.
“Good girl.” He says, and with that you feel his dick at your entrance, and in one thrust he bottoms out inside of you. You let out a high pitched scream at the initial pain of him stretching you out, feeling like he’s split you in half. “Shhh,” levi growls from above you, “come on you can take it.” Nodding, you squeeze your eyes shut as he moves inside of you, allowing the sting to turn into pure bliss. Once you begin quietly moaning instead of hissing, levi smirks and slams into you harder. He throws his hips into yours again and again, not letting up on the power behind each thrust, his dick kissing your cervix with each one.
The sounds you’re making are downright obscene, “Levi-“ you groan, thrashing at the ties. “Please lemme- nngh- lemme touch you, fuckkk, please!” “No can do sweetheart, aren’t you gonna be a good girl and let me use you?” He’s full on grunting and growling on top of you, pounding into you with such verocity your pelvis is stinging from the constant impact. He leans his face down to pay attention to your tits, grabbing one in his hand and using his mouth to tend to the other. You whine as he flicks your nipple with his tongue, and squeal when he bites it slightly. “Fuckk-“ he groans, sucking on the flesh of your boob, leaving a mark. “Look at all of this.” He moves his hand down to your waist. “All mine.” They retreat further down your body until his thumb reaches your clit.
“You’re mine aren’t you? My slut for me to ruin.” You nod eagerly, flailing about on the bed at his thumb drawing circles on your sensitive bud and his dick ramming into your hole. “Say it.” He demands, pounding into you harder and pressing his thumb on your clit. You let out a loud sob as another orgasm rises in your body, managing to form the words; “I’m yours levi” between your desperate cries. He quickens his pace, “Yeah you are. My dirty girl, letting me tie you up and use you like this.” You moan in response to his crude words, bucking your hips at the building pressure inside of you and the overwhelming pleasure levi is giving to you. “You gonna come for me?” He urges, and you nod. “Go on, come all over my cock like the filthy girl you are.” That’s enough to make you scream as you come undone beneath him, chanting his name like a prayer as your legs shake and tears well in your eyes.
It doesn’t take long for him to follow suit, muttering a quiet “fuck-“ before his pace falters and you feel his dick spasm inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. He collapses on top of you with a thud, and when you catch your breath you quietly ask; “bad day at work?”
“Horrid.”
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A/N: i enjoyed writing this 😈 it was requested by a friend but hopefully other people like it too!!
“Shhh sweet girl, keep crying like that and someone will hear you.” Nanami whispered in your ear, slamming his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.
You’re currently bent over the sofa in boss!Nanami’s office, his cock slamming into you hard and painfully shlow. This is your punishment for teasing him all day. It started off innocently, wearing a short pencil skirt and half unbuttoned blouse to work. Then, it was bending over infront of him to pick something up, or getting really close to hand him a folder.
He managed to keep composure as you dropped your unsubtle hints, but his final straw was you flirting with one of the board members that came to your building to ask Nanami about something. You were joking with him, giggling at him sweetly and touching his arm, when Nanami furiously called you into his office. Bingo - your plan worked.
That’s how you ended up here; skirt hiked up to your waist, buttons of your blouse ripped open, bra on the floor, and Nanami’s thick cock pounding into you. You whine and groan, moving back onto him in an attempt to make him go faster, but he doesn’t allow it. “Be patient,” he commands, placing a firm slap on your ass- making you yelp. “You wanted to be a brat all day, you deserve to be punished.” He snarls, bottoming out with each painfully deep thrust of his hips.
Then, in one swift motion, Nanami moves you both so hes sat on the sofa and your on top of him. His hands are at your waist and he pulls you to sink back down on his cock. You gasp and moan at how immediately full you feel from him, and without giving you any time to adjust, Nanami lifts you up and slams you back down, hitting your cervix.
You cry out, and Nanami smirks at you. “What did I tell you earlier hm?” He murmurs, not slowing his pace or letting up on his deep thrusts, just grabbing the back of your neck and placing your face in his neck to muffle your cries. His hands trail down from your waist, groping your ass as he continues to ram up into you. Then they move back up your body to grab onto your tits. You come away from his neck to see him playing with your left one, his mouth enclosing your right nipple. He licks and swirls his tongue around it, eliciting sweet sounds from you as he looks up into your eyes.
“K- Kento I can’t” you groan, throwing your head back in pure bliss. “Yes you can, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” You whimper in response, “You wanted me to sort your behaviour out like this didn’t you?” You nod, struggling to form words as Nanami’s cock pounds deeper into you, and your release edges closer.
“M-more. Please.” You cry out, growing closer, and he responds by reaching his hand down to rub your clit. Slow, precise strokes, each one making you squirm a bit on his cock. “That’s it,” he praises, “come for me y/n.” He rubs your clit harder, faster, looking up at your face in awe as you reach your high. “Fuck kento” you pant, as you come undone on his cock, moaning and whimpering as your pussy clenches around him and your legs shake.
Nanami still doesn’t slow down, although it doesn’t take long for his pace to become sloppy. “Should I come inside you y/n?” Your eyes widen in shock, “have my cum dripping down your legs for the rest of the day?” Then you nod, “please Nanami,” you whine. He groans and speeds up his thrusts, breathing heavily in your ear, then you feel his cock spasm against your walls, and his cum pours inside of you.
Both of you are left panting, and Nanami pulls out of you, watching as his seed spills out of your pussy, and using his finger to push it back in. He moves you to sit on the sofa and stands up, readjusting his suit and tie, looking just as presentable as he did before he fucked you raw. He leans down to bring his lips to your ear, and whispers “Next time you’re thinking about flirting with someone who isnt me, remember its my cum leaking out of your pussy.” And with that, he walks out of his office, leaving you fucked out on his sofa.
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A/N: this is my first one shot, had to write about my man nanami 🤭🤭
L is a genius. Able to read people, can always tell when someone’s lying, and is the ultimate puzzle solver. So why can’t he tell that you like him? You’ve been dropping hints for months now, constantly smiling at him, finding excuses to start conversations, even dropping flirty comments every so often. All to no avail. It was a late night at the office, you had a bunch of work to finish; reports, case work, analysing CCTV. The kira investigation has affected everyone on the team, specifically those under L’s command, that includes you. You sign off the last peice of paperwork, and check the time. 8pm. Yikes. You finished two hours ago, although you’ve been leaving work late for the last week so it isn’t that bad.
You begin to grab your things, packing them away and tidying your desk in readiness to leave, upon looking around you realise no one else is here. No one except you, and L. You make eye contact with him through the glass wall of his office, and smile, admiring him. You wonder why he hasn’t got more people interested in him, after all he is highly intelligent, attractive, and his voice is as smooth as butter, it makes you melt everytime he utters a word around you. It hits you that you’d been staring at L the whole time you were fantasising about him, when you regain competence, he isnt even in his office any more. Surprised, you look around frantically. You were just building up the courage to say something to him and he disappeared.
“Can I help you with something y/n?” You jump and turn towards the sound of L’s voice, and you’re met with his chest. You look up and find his eyes; dark, cold. “Oh, uhm I was just going to let you know that I was leaving.” You shy away from his gaze, growing nervous about how close you are. “Perfect, I’m leaving too,” He said, smirking. “Accompany me to the elevator?” You nod and follow him through the office.
“How’s your work coming along?” He asks. Seriously? He wants to talk about work? When is this guy gonna get the hint? “It’s okay, a bit stressful but I can manage.” You reply, indifferent. You were expecting a more thrilling conversation, but you take what you can get. Once you reach the elevator, L speaks again. “Mm I know you can.” Your eyes widen in shock. Was that a euphemism? Or does he just believe in your value as a member of the task force?
You freeze, stunned at his words, not even realising he’s in the elevator infront of you. “Y/n? Are you coming in?” He asks, tilting his head. You snap back into reality, “Oh, yeah, sorry.” The doors close and the lift starts to move. You look to L, racking your brain for a conversation starter when he speaks; “You stare at me quite frequently. Why is that?” Your jaw drops, completely startled by his boldness all of a sudden.
“I- no I dont” You stumble on your words, unsure of how to react. “Yes you do, I notice you.” Maybe he wasn’t missing the hints you were dropping, this is so embarassing. “Okay maybe I do.” You admit, turning away from him. It’s silent for a few seconds, until you hear the silk of L’s voice when he asks you; “Why?” You don’t answer, overwhelmed with insecurity. “You like me is that it?” He continues. You feel the heat of your cheeks as they redden. The interaction quickly turned awkward. After silently debating how to reply to his (correct) assumption the elevator shakes, and comes to a complete stop.
L takes a look around, seeming completely unbothered, “It’s broken.” He states matter-of-factly. This is great, you are stuck, alone, with your boss that you have a crush on. What could go wrong? As you have a mini mental breakdown in your head, L is on the phone asking for a repair team. When he hangs up he turns to you, “The repair team is going to be an hour.” Frustrated, you blurt out “An hour?! I need to be at home. I really dont have time for this, it’s late enough.” In response to your miniature outburst, L smirks. “Don’t worry, now we have plenty of time to get to the bottom of your little staring problem.” You roll your eyes, who knew L was insufferably cocky? “I already admitted that I look at you sometimes, can we just leave it at that?” He replied almost immediately, “No.” You look up at him, and see he’s making his was towards you. Once he reaches you, he leans down to your ear and whispers; “I want to hear you say you want me.”
You’re startled to say the least. The L you knew would never say anything like that, but you like it anyway. Your knees are already weak at the sound of his voice, and you can feel wetness pooling between your thighs at his words. His hands go to grab your waist but he stops, “May I?” You nod your head and feel his slender hands wrapping around you, pulling you into his body. You’re starting to breathe a bit heavier, the fantasies you’ve been having might finally play out. L uses his hands to explore the curves of your body, your waist, your ass, your back, your thighs. Anywhere his hands could reach, you felt them there. He looks in awe, utterly enthralled with you and your body. “I’ll ask again,” he says softly, removing a hand from your waist to pull your chin up to look at him. “Tell me you want me.” You’re breathless now, but manage to get out a quiet “I want you”, and L grins.
Immediately his mouth is on yours, his tongue swirling around yours as you try and catch some air through the aggression of his kiss. You’re trapped between the wall of the elevator and L’s torso. He kisses you with passion and need, it leads you to think he shared your feelings all this time. You moan into his mouth as his hands roam over the curve of your ass, squeezing then groaning at the feeling of having you in his palms. You try to deepen the kiss, your hands shoot up and grab his shirt to pull him closer, and he moans into your mouth when you do. “We shouldn’t do this,” He says, breathlessly between kisses. “I want to.” You say back to him, as he stops kissing you to lick and suck on your neck. “God y/n” he groans, sucking the skin harder, listening to you sigh in pleasure. His hands slide up your stomach to grab a hold of your tits through your blouse, and he groans again once he feels your nipples harden through the fabric. Your skin sparks at his touch, you’ve been waiting so long for this, and it’s everything you wanted. His head comes back up from your neck and he looks into your eyes, before letting go of you and stepping back abruptly.
“You need to sit on that side.” He runs his hand over his face in annoyance, and retreats to sit on the opposite side of the elevator. “What?” You exclaim, frustrated. “Sit.” He commands. You slump against the wall and sit on the floor, pissed off at his sudden change of heart. You heard the way he moaned and groaned as he felt you up. You know he wants you, and you want him, so what’s the problem? “Why did you stop?” You ask, the displeasure clear in your tone. “That was innapropriate, I am your boss.” He responds, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself more than you. “So, you don’t want me?” You put forward the question that has been lingering in your mind since you had your first interaction with him. He snaps his head up at you, “As strange as it is for me, yes I want you a lot.” You knew it, that was all real. “So why did you stop?” He pauses, thinks for a second. “I didn’t want to get too carried away, it would be bad form if people were to know anything happened between us. I don’t want to besmirch your reputation.”
“Shouldn’t I have some say about whether I care about my reputation? I want you L, I dont care who knows.” This is the boldest you’ve been, but at this point you have nothing to lose, you’ve had a taste and now you want it all. He doesn’t respond to your statement, you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands. Before you think about it and change your mind on what you’re about to do, you get up on your knees, onto all fours, and you crawl to L on the other side of the elevator. “Wha- what are you doing y/n?” You can’t tell if he’s flustered or honestly confused. Probably the latter. “You said you wanted me,” you settle on your knees infront of him, “I want you too,” you lean towards him, bringing your lips to his ear and whisper, “have me.” And you’re pretty sure you heard his restraint snap, as he groans and grabs your face, colliding his lips with yours again.
You smile against his mouth, feeling accomplished, as he kisses you harder than he did earlier. His hands find their way to your waist, his fingers denting into your flesh as you moan from the pain of it. Wrapped in the heat of the moment, your hands drift down his body, reaching the bulge in his jeans. Once you stroke your hand over it, he groans into your mouth, and you smirk. You stroke it again, squeezing his clothed cock, relishing in the pleasure you’re giving to him. He keeps kissing you, and although his pace speeds up, the kiss becomes sloppy, like he’s losing his composure. You begin to undo his trousers, pulling them down with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. Breaking the kiss, you look at it. You salivate at the sight of it, long and thick, already you’re imagining it inside of you. You grasp it at the base, and move your hand up and down his length, looking up at him to gage his reaction. He looks at you, panting, groans falling from his lips with every move you make. He puts his hand around your throat in an attempt to regain control, until you squeeze his cock and he lets out a whine.
You grow more turned on immediately, hearing that sound from L drenched your underwear in a heartbeat. You need to hear it again. You pick up the pace of your strokes, looking at him, admiring the way his mouth falls open and his breathing becomes laboured when you speed up. You squeeze his cock again, earning another whine from him. You move up to kiss him, and as he leans in, you let go of his cock, and he whimpers at the loss of contact. Your smile widens, you have him at your mercy, and it’s so hot. “How bad do you want it?” You whisper to him, seeing if he’ll cave. “S- so bad.” He groans in response. “Say please.” You taunt, hoping he gives you what you’re after, instead he shakes his head. You smirk at him, and lean down, pecking a quick kiss at his tip, and swirling your tongue around it. His hips buck, and you pull away. “What do you say?” He hesitates, then finally says, “Y/n please.” You smile, “Mm good job.” Then you take him into your mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking him from base to tip, letting his cock hit the back of your throat as you work him. Above you, L is unravelling. Trying not to destroy his image of being calm and collected, but at the same time threatening to surrender to your hot mouth taking him all the way.
You take him deeper and deeper everytime, barely coming up for air, tears stinging your eyes at the fullness of your mouth. Everytime you can hear L losing control over himself, you’re overstimulating him completely. As his hips roll up towards the heat of your mouth, his legs are starting to shake out of pure pleasure. When you look up at him, he’s grabbing his own hair, head thrown back, biting his lip. “Nnng y/n i can’t-“ he says. You’ve got him right where you want him; submissive, yours. You let his cock fall from your mouth, “Look at me L, watch me make you feel good.” He looks down at you slowly, which is when you see the redness of his cheeks, the tears beginning to form in his eyes. God he looks hot, all sweaty and out of breath because of how good you made him feel.
Your hand takes the place of your mouth on his cock, as your lips move to his neck, kissing and sucking, marking him as yours. “You’re mine arent you L?” You whisper in his ear before licking a long line from his collarbone to his jaw. “Y-yes I’m yours,” your hand is still pumping him at a reasonable pace, “I- I need it.” You retreat from his neck and make eye contact with him. “Need what hm?” You say in a tantalising tone. “Need- nnnngh - need to come,” he takes a deep breath, “please, let me come.” Upon his pleas your hand speeds up, squeezing his cock harder, awarding you more whimpers and moans. You lean down to kiss his tip again, “come for me like a good boy L.” And when you feel him pulse in your hand, you look up at him. Hair completely disheveled, cheeks pink and heated, tears now falling down them, pretty lips apart as they make such sweet sounds. And as you feel his cum fall onto your hand, his legs stop shaking, his breathing starts to return to normal, and the elevator starts to move.
The two of you look around, both of you forgetting the circumstance you found yourself in an hour ago. You smile at L as he rushes to put his clothes back on. And when the elevator reaches the floor and the door opens, the repair team’s jaws drop. And what a sight they must’ve saw.
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A/N: hope you enjoyed!! This hasnt been properly checked over so ignore any mistakes loll
