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[r4venbitee]

SCREEN TIME

ˎˊ˗ gamer!gojo is too absorbed in his game to notice how desperate you are. :(

What on earth possessed you to date a fucking gamer?! I mean, far from the fact that he was an incredible boyfriend... but why was he always giving all of his attention to his games and spending every second inside that setup of his?

Everyone had different hobbies… right. But that was certainly not helping when you were needy—just like now.

You had spent the entire day soft-launching the fact that you really needed his attention, but he would just hum in response, his eyes still fixed on the glowing screen in front of him. And now, it was getting unbearable.

So you came up with a plan—one that would force him to change his focus directly onto you. A "surprise" seemed like the perfect solution, so you shed every single piece of clothing that was hiding your skin and strolled back into the room.

The second his gaze flicked over your bare skin, Gojo casually nudged his anti-blue-light glasses up his nose, a wicked little grin settling on his face.

“Mm, fucking gorgeous,” he hummed, his thumbs and fingers flying in a flawless blur over his setup. “Give me five minutes, babe. I’m literally one kill away from winning this match—”

“Fuck ’Toru, I can't wait anymore!” you pouted, prowling toward his setup. “I need you sooo bad…”

You started pacing slowly around his chair, hovering over him like a hunter sizing up her target. Yet, despite the total lack of clothes, nothing changed.

“I know, baby, just—”

You didn't waste any time. Stepping right into his personal space, you threw your leg cleanly over the armrest holding his mouse hand, effectively trapping his limb between your thighs.

You hovered right over his pale arm, your soaking, needy heat suspended just a fraction of an inch away from his skin.

He didn't give you much of a reaction either, assuming you were only doing it to rush him, hoping to speed up his match so he'd finish faster.

So, you sank down. Your needy, dripping cunt pressed flush against his skin, kissing the rough pale flesh of his forearm. His hand twitched on the mouse, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. “What are you doing?”

You didn't even bother to reply. A low hum left your throat as you began grinding your hips rhythmically against his flesh, delicate moans breaking past your lips as your desperate clit finally caught a taste of friction.

You just kept rocking, again and again, chasing a high that your own boyfriend was currently failing to provide.

The friction when he moved his hand to resume playing made your pussy clench at the sudden rush, your body clearly thriving on the sensation as one of your hands slid into his white hair.

“Seriously?” Gojo chuckled under his breath while you were actively trying to get off on his arm, trapping his limb firmly between your thighs.

He let go of the mouse for barely a second, just long enough to drag the flat pad of his thumb over your throbbing nub.

Your hips bucked instantly, a louder moan spilling from your lips, only for him to immediately go right back to his game, leaving you suspended in your desperate rhythm.

Did he honestly think a little tease was going to throw you off?

You only pressed harder, dragging your wet cunt up and down his forearm in a relentless rhythm. You painted his skin with a sticky mess while your knees trembled and your vision went blurry.

The release caught you fast and hard. Waves of intense pleasure tore through you, making your lower body shudder uncontrollably over his arm as a lingering heat bloomed deep in your core.

You slumped against his shoulder, panting heavily as the aftershocks slowly rippled through your thighs.

The"Victroy" screen finally flashed across his monitor, but Gojo didn't even care. Pushing his headset down around his neck, he looked at his soaked and glistening forearm, then up at your flushed face.

“Now that,” he purred, sliding his clean hand up your bare waist to pull you fully into his lap, “was fucking hot.”

i saw this on twt but no matter how long i search i can't find that fuckass link 💔

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[kamislop]

pilot!kento nanami shows you how to not get bored during a layover! 18+ MDNI!!! my contribution to @sugurusplaything men in uniform event! (not beta'd, i won't tell you who we die like) wc. 2.3K

There are many things that Kento Nanami wonders about Takuma Ino— namely, how he graduated aviation academy, then how he got the airline to hire him and, last but not least, why did they assign him as his co-pilot.

Takuma is lucky he’s a good kid, and can follow instructions, but he has one small big problem— the boy gets nauseous at the slightest turbulence. One tiny twitch from the plane, and he’s already rushing to the nearest restroom.

Kento pities him, really, because he could’ve started out in an airline that doesn’t specialize in long flights only. Dealing with that for ten, twelve hours or more every time can’t be that fun, or good for your stomach.

But on the other, selfish, hand, he doesn’t mind the moments of solitude, if you could even call it that. Because the moment the younger man is out of the cockpit, you were slipping inside only a couple minutes later to fill the void.

You, the pretty stewardess that all first-class passengers loved. You, with that radiant smile and body hugged in that navy uniform that could make any man miserable. You, who always brought the captain his favorite choice of tea or coffee - he liked both with only one sugar - and filled him in on everything you overheard during your hall sweep.

And Kento didn’t mind hearing about the lawyer’s wife who was flying to her husband’s supposed work meeting, knowing full well he was staying at a fancy resort with the mistress. Or about the newlyweds giggling hand in hand, or the family flying out to visit their elder relative for the last time. As long as he got to hear your voice, he didn’t mind any of it.

However, these moments of camaraderie - he didn’t dare get his hopes up and call it flirting - didn’t last outside of the plane. When you landed, the only thing on your mind was your apartment, with your shower and bed you hadn’t seen in even a week. When you had a layover, getting enough rest was the top priority.

Until tonight.

It is rather uncharacteristic of you, really, visiting the hotel’s bar. But you forgot to get your sleeping pills refilled last week so now you were stuck with a very annoying case of having troubles getting some shut-eye.

Light jazz plays from the speakers surrounding the room, quite in the late hour, enough for the night howls to carry on their conversations without having to strain their vocal chords. You read somewhere, months ago, that a glass of red wine helps with sleep. You’re not sure about that, but you hope that the placebo effect will be enough if you really put your mind into it.

What you don’t expect to see is a familiar head of blonde hair, sat at one of the stools by the counter cradling a short glass of amber liquid. You get half a mind to leave, but he turns his head then, and the flicker of recognition in his eyes singlehandedly nukes your great escape plan.

You don’t want to run because you hate your captain, you want to run because you like him too much. Shared laughter in a too-tight cockpit over cheap tea in paper cups isn’t your idea of a great love story, on top of it being highly unprofessional. Still, you can’t back down now, forcing your lips into a smile as you make your way to him.

“Captain,” you bow your head politely. “is this seat taken?”

“Not at all,” he replies, voice smooth and warm like the whiskey he’s sipping on. He wraps his hand around the backrest of the stool next to his, holding it out for you to sit. “And it’s Kento, we’re not at work.”

“Right,” you chuckle, settling down. “Thanks, Kento.”

He eyes you for a moment, brows knitted almost imperceptibly. Like he can’t understand why you’re not as chatty as you usually are during flights. He doesn’t want to assume the worst, yet.

“Troubles sleeping?” He asks, both because he wants to attempt to start a conversation, and because he assumed by your attire— slightly oversized t-shirt (he definitely didn’t notice you’re not wearing a bra) and your uniform skirt, which he imagines you put on in hopes to look presentable for a hotel bar at almost 1am.

“Yeah,” you sigh, moving your attention to his glass. “Same problem?”

“Same problem,” he nods. Kento didn’t even try to get into his pajamas before coming down here, simply ditching his suit jacket and tie, and letting the top two buttons of his shirt undone. “They say whiskey helps, but I’m a pilot, not a doctor.”

“I’ve read wine works wonders,” you mirror his joking tone. “I guess it’s for the best neither of us tried for med school, huh?”

“Agreed,” he chuckles, then beckons the bartender to ask him for a glass or red wine— the good one. You turn to look at him. “I hope you’re not—”

“My treat,” he interjects. “Tab’s open anyway, and I don’t mind buying you a drink.”

Your blink at him a couple times, lips parted in quiet surprise. The way he said it sounded…serious, like he was trying see if you would’ve minded having him buying you a drink. Brushing his foot over the line, wondering if you were going to meet him in the middle.

“That’s very kind, Kento,” your voice drops to a purr. You meet him in the middle, then pull him all the way over the edge with you. “I hope there’s some way I can pay you back?”

ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆°•☁︎

“Fuck!” Your head falls against the stiff pillow, eyes squeezed shut as your hands paw at your captain’s shoulders.

He did look big, stuffed in that uniform, but it didn’t prepare you for how mouth watering he actually looked. And how fucking hot he looks with his head between your thighs, big arms keeping you flush against his hungry maw. Fingers digging and kneading the fat ad his tongue laps at your drooling hole, uncaring for the sap clinging to his cheeks, his chin, trickling down his throat.

A glass of wine had turned into two, and you had confessed that being so close to him in that small cockpit all the time flustered you. He’d asked if he was doing something wrong, that he could come off as harsh at times, without meaning to. You’d let it slip that you found it extremely attractive.

And that, had you slip right into his bed.

“Taste s’ good, knew you’d be a delicacy,” Kento murmurs against your puffy folds, before his tongue swirls around your hole, and drags your slick up to your clit. You whine, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet. He’d mentioned on your - rather wobbly - way from the elevator to his room that Takuma was staying next door, so you were being mindful of that.

“K-Ken…if you keep that up I’ll—”

“But that’s what I want,” you swear you feel his lips curl into a pout. “And then I want you to do it again, and again and again and again—” he cuts himself off to lick a looong stripe over your slit, making you keen. His thumbs peel your folds outwards, exposing you to his ravenous mouth even further.

He’s devouring you, but there’s a reverence in the way he touches you, like a big dog understands he has to be careful when playing with another dog that’s much smaller.

It’s not long before you crash into your first orgasm. Thighs shaking and squeezing his head, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice as he works you through each wave, drinking everything you give him, like a merciful goddess blessing a loyal and devoted priest.

Once you come down from your high, you feel Kento peppering kisses all over your inner thighs, your hips, your lower stomach.

“Ken,” you murmur softly. “That was amazing.”

He smiles, a controlled angle you’re not sure his lips are able to exceed. “I’m glad,” he rests his cheek against your leg. “Would you like to continue?”

Your mouth waters at the prospect. “Yes, please.”

Not only was your captain hot, and good at eating pussy, but he was also big. Not like, monster big that could send you to the ER, but a decent size and girth that would guarantee to make you see stars. A pretty shade of pink at the tip, already oozing a bead of pre.

He settles between your thighs, looming over you a bit awkwardly, before you break the tension, arms wrapped around his neck to pull him down, meeting him in a sweet kiss. It doesn’t stay sweet for long, your taste on his tongue dizzying while it tangles with yours, warm palms cupping your breasts, kneading gently.

You arch into him, hips meeting his, needy for more friction. But then Kento breaks the kiss with a gasp, cursing under his breath.

“Sorry, I…well, I don’t usually do this when I’m working…or off of work, for that matter,” he mutters. “So I don’t bring condoms with me.”

A wave of relief washes over you, brain already jumping to the worst possible conclusions. “I’m on the pill,” you chuckle reassuringly. “And I’m clean, haven’t been with anybody since my last checkup, so—”

He kisses you again, more urgent this time, a hand cradling your cheek while the other grabs your hip to keep you still as he lines up with your center. The first push knocks the oxygen out of your lungs.

Nails scrambling for purchase on Kento’s shoulders, he moves to whisper against the shell of your ear. “Please tell me if i’m hurting you. Stop me when it’s too much.”

In a way, it was too much.

Too good.

The stretch was delicious, gummy walls enveloping his girth to hug him like a glove. “Don’t stop,” you breathe, meeting his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop.”

His lips twitch, and then he’s pushing in again. When he finally, finally bottoms out, he’s the one who’s left breathless. “F-fuck, you feel heavenly,” he says through gritted teeth, making a visible effort to not embarrass himself. “Been so long since…raw…”

Even words were failing him.

You were fluttering around him like crazy, as if begging to milk him, and your nails grazing up and down his biceps, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, were not helping. “Please, Ken,” you whine, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Need you.”

He would be damned if he wasn’t going to do his best to please you.

As soon as he was in the clear, he didn’t hold back. Pulling out almost all of the way before he slams right back in, your teeth bite into the juncture of his neck, muffling a scream. He waits exactly two seconds to make sure he’s not hurting you, then sets a pounding, merciless pace.

Your legs are wrapped tight around his hips, ankles locked to keep him close. When he’s not kissing you, Kento is simply admiring you, awestruck, from your shut eyes, to the pretty ‘o’ shape your lips are making, to your tits bouncing with every thrust.

If he were to tell himself from two years ago that he was going to finally shoot his shot with you, let alone make love to you, he would’ve probably passed out.

“Fuck— ngh, Ken, right there!” You moan, hips bucking up, trying to get him to piston right into the bullseye of your sweet spot. He tries his best to understand where that is through his foggy mind, but your pitched whines guide him.

“Oh, oh my god,” you heave harder now, big eyes staring up into his, brows knitted in a plea. “So close…’m so close, Ken, please!”

He’s nearing the finish line as well, but he can’t let himself come before you. So he pushes a fat thumb past your lips - has to close his eyes while you suck on it or he will come - then starts rubbing your puffy clit once it’s all slick with your spit.

Thankfully you were very close, only needing one final coax into your second orgasm of the night. Kento can only resist a couple more twitches of his hips before he follows, the way you’re clamping down on him impossible to fight. So you’re desperately rutting into each other through your shared high, open mouthed kisses everywhere you can reach, hands grabbing and groping and holding close.

When Kento collapses, he has both his arms around your waist, dragging you with him as he drops to the side. He slips out of you naturally as he goes soft, and you can feel the warmth of his cum slowly oozing out of your hole.

“That was—”

“Amazing,” he finishes for you, repeating your words from earlier. “Truly amazing.”

You nuzzle your head under his chin, rubbing your cheek against his neck teasingly before looking up at him. “Careful, captain,” you grin. “Or I might start thinking that you like me.”

He meets your gaze, eyes holding so much softness you feel like you’re stumbling. “You don’t know the half of it,” he murmurs, then presses a kiss to your forehead. “How about we get you cleaned up? I’ll go run us a bath, then we seriously need to sleep.”

Shit, you’re both working in the morning.

┊┊a/n. i know i was supposed to post the poll winner fic. however this took the priority and i'm petty because y'all made choso win :(

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[dolcemisu]

personal trainer!toji has a wandering eye

at first, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. you felt his eyes on you from across the gym. though, every time you looked up, his focus was trained on whoever he was instructing. you’d always shake it off and continue your own routine. that is, until today.

you felt his eyes on you again, but you decided to ignore it first. you were almost done anyways. it wasn’t until you heard a loud clank that your head shot up and you saw him scrambling to pick up a dumbbell. except, this time, there wasn’t anyone he was spotting. it was late and no one else was in the room other than you two. he glanced up to see if you had reacted to his slip up and was met with you staring back at him.

he froze, finally caught in the act and you smirked. he was fine—he had raven hair with deep green eyes, muscles for days, and a scarred lips that were curved into a smirk. you had no idea what he was smirking about though, you had just caught him staring at you.

“your form is all wrong,” he called out from across the gym. you frowned and at him. he walked over and met you at the squat rack.

“may i?”

you nodded and he adjusted your hands on the bar. he demonstrated how to fix your leg position and you complied. you swallowed hard as he slotted his arms under your own.

“go ahead,” he murmured in your ear and your stomach twisted in knots. the two of you did a few reps. you were painfully aware of him right behind you that you were shaking. you prayed he didn’t notice the way you held your breath every time he touched you. electricity sparked each time his hands were on you. this stranger should have no effect on you, yet here you were.

each graze, each firm grip on your body, shot straight to your core. it was embarrassing really, how much of an effect he was having on you. you tried your best to ignore it and focus on his advice. he was right, it did help. you weren't straining yourself as much. it wasn't until he withdrew that you turned around to look at him—really look at him. he looked like temptation embodied, and you were ready to succumb, knowing damn well you'd probably regret in the morning.

you didn't care though. when he finally had you right where he wanted you, the only thing on your mind was him. your palms were flat against the mirror in front of you and he was shifting behind you, tugging his sweatpants off. your arched your back and groaned softly when he slipped inside. you slowly took his thick cock, inch by inch and screwing your eyes shut. the stretch caught you off guard. he was big, bigger than you were used to. he smirked at you through the mirror and chuckled at your facial expression. he grabbed your hips and set fast pace, gripping your hips firmly. you gasped as he bottomed out and pulled almost all the way out, before slamming back inside of you.

"you don't know how long—fuck—i've been dreaming about this," he whispered in your ear. you moaned as the head of his cock nudged your cervix. your gummy walls clenched around his length as he murmured into your ear.

"these past few weeks, watching you workout in your cute little sets. and the way you'd look at me..." he trailed off. the sound of skin on skin and his low groans were the only sounds that filled the room. he groaned when he glanced down at where your bodies connected. the ripples of your ass with each thrust only turned him on more. he grabbed your face and forced your chin up. "eyes open baby. want you to see how pretty you look taking me."

you opened your eyes and focused them on the mirror. your mouth was slightly agape and sweat glistening on your bodies. his grin only grew wider when your eyes met and he snapped his hips. you moaned softly and your thighs trembled at the sudden movement.

"shit," you moaned. you didn't even know his name. you wanted to scream it and let him know the the way he was bullying your poor cunt with his deep strokes felt incredible. you felt the pressure building up in your stomach and you closed your eyes, the pleasure blinding you. he grabbed your ponytail and tugged, forcing your head up.

"eyes, up," he demanded. you didn't dare close your eyes again. you kept them open, tears burning in your eyes, watching as your tits bounced in your sport bra each time his hips met yours. your walls fluttered at the sight. to think it took weeks of playing eye tag to finally make it here... it was so worth it.

"feels s'good," you whined. your orgasm was creeping up on you. the raven haired man reached his hand between you too and rubbed lazy circles on your clit. you shuddered and gasped. the broken cries spilling from your lips prompted toji's strokes to become sloppier.

"so fucking tight. cum for me. we've been both waiting so long—" he paused as you moaned loudly. your orgasms crashed over you. your legs shook, and he kept going, ramming into you as he chased his own high and rode you through yours. when you both got a chance to catch your breathes, you shot him a glance over your shoulder.

"how was my form?" you asked teasingly.

"beautiful. could use a little work though." he shrugged. "luckily, i'm here for that."

© DOLCEMISU

for that sweet nonnie ♡

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[r4venbitee]

FADE INTO YOU

aftercare with jjk men .ᐟ.ᐟ

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, idk cuteness ig ?!

featuring. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, naoya, sukuna, higuruma.

⟢ Gojo Satoru

After finishing inside you, Gojo doesn't waste a single second pulling you straight against his chest.

His big arms lock tightly around your waist, keeping you anchored against his bare, pale skin as the two of you catch your breath in the quiet dark.

It doesn't take long before he's already whispering praises in your ear, his long fingers idly stroking your bare back.

“You did so good for me, sweets,” he murmurs, his breath heavy and hot against your skin.

The moment a quiet silence begins to settle over the bedroom, he comically peels his hands off your waist and wiggles his fingers, diving in to tickle your sides just to coax out a laugh.

“’Toru! Wait!” you squeal, squirming and giggling every time his fingers brush your ribs. A bright, playful spark lights up those piercing blue eyes at the sound of your happy laughter.

And if you thought he’d stop there, you clearly don't know him.

He keeps going until you're gasping for air, desperately tapping out against the sheets like a wrestler giving up in the ring. He doesn't care if you're wriggling like crazy; all he wants is to soak in every single bit of that bright laughter— a side of him reserved strictly for you, replacing that usual cocky, self-satisfied grin with something entirely warm and genuine.

⟢ Geto Suguru

Aftercare with Geto isn't as calm as it would be with anyone else.

The exact second you both begin to catch your breath, he’s leaning right back over you, sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck as if he's still starving—as if God knows how many rounds beforehand still weren't enough to satisfy him.

He knows damn well that neither of you has an ounce of energy left for another round, but he simply can't bring himself to stop tasting you.

Pulling back just enough to catch his breath, he points down at your inner thighs and his own (both heavily coated in a slick mess of your shared fluids) and lets out a low whistle of genuine shock at the state of you two.

“Well,” he breathes out, resting his forehead against yours with a lazy, satisfied grin. “I suppose we aren't going anywhere until we clean this up.”

To which, he suddenly scoops you up into his arms effortlessly, your knees hooked over his forearm, yanking a startled yelp from your swollen mouth.

He carries you straight to the bathroom, immediately turning on the showerhead to clean off the evidence of your long night.

He pulls you under the warm stream, resting his forehead against yours while the water washes over your bodies.

Geto gives you a soft kiss to your temple, then whispers a quiet praise into your hair, holding you tight against him until the heat of the shower restores your strength.

⟢ Nanami Kento

Nanami was always a gentleman—it didn't matter whether it was with everyone else or with you. But that gentle side of his personality always showed standard-setting clarity after intimacy.

It didn't matter if the sex had been sweet and slow or completely rough, as exhausted as he might feel, he’d still force himself up, rushing to the bathroom and back with a warm, wet cloth.

He was always ready to clean up whatever mess you both had left behind.

He’d carefully wipe away his sticky release from wherever it had spilled, then move down between your thighs, cleaning off your slick with soft precision.

He presses a soft kiss to your knee before sitting back up, resting his forearm on his knee as he works. “Stay still for just a moment… You were so amazing sweetheart.”

And he doesn't even bother to listen when you tell him there was no need to do all of this. In his mind, it isn't up for debate—no partner of his is ever going to be left lying in a mess they both created together.

After throwing the damp cloth in the hamper, he slides back under the covers and instantly hauls you back into his space.

His chest is heavy and warm beneath your cheek, his calloused thumb gently stroking your hip until the exhaustion finally takes over and drags you both under.

⟢ Toji Fushiguro

Toji's hand instantly reaches out to haul you back against him, wrapping a massive, calloused arm around your exhausted body to pin you flush to his side.

His thick fingers go straight up to massage your sore scalp, working in slow, heavy circles right where he’d been tugging at your hair earlier.

He tries his best to massage your shoulders too, digging his thick knuckles into your tight muscles to make you feel better. He lets out a low, raspy chuckle when a long, shaky breath escapes your chest.

“Was I too rough, doll?” he rumbles, his gravelly voice vibrating against your ear.

“No... plus, I kinda liked it,” you shyly admit, the confession slipping past your lips while his calloused fingers continue to work away your soreness.

He uses the last bit of energy he has left to pull your exhausted body back around to face him, the scar at the corner of his lip pulling into a lazy, fond smile at the sight of you.

Leaning down until his skin brushes yours, he suddenly begins to attack your face with a barrage of quick, needy pecks, making a surprised laugh burst from your chest at the completely unexpected affection.

He chuckles against your skin, finally easing back just enough to look you in the eyes, his hands resting heavily on your hips.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks casually, as if he hadn't just completely wrecked you moments prior.

⟢ Choso Kamo

“Are you... okay?” Choso whispers as soon as he pulls out, his breath still ragged and his chest heaving. His voice is a little shaky because of the lingering warmth of his climax still holding onto him.

“Yeah, I'm good,” you'd answer softly, reaching up to gently brush away the strands of hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His pale cheeks instantly flush as red as a beet at your tender touch.

Locking his dark irises with yours, his hands reach for your waist, pulling your bare body across the sheets directly against his own.

He keeps you locked safely in his arms for a few minutes, completely content to just hold you, before finally reaching over for both of your clothes and handing you yours so you don't catch a chill.

The second your clothes are back on, the heavy post-climax exhaustion settles deep into his muscles, leaving him completely drained.

He slowly shifts his weight and pulls you right under him as he buries his face deep into your chest, resting the heavy weight of his head between both of you tits while his thick arms wrap tightly around your waist, locking you flush against his torso.

“Choso… you’re heavy,” you murmur softly, trying to adjust under his frame.

He doesn't move an inch, he just lets out a low hum against your skin, as his grip tightens around your hips.

He rests his cheek directly over your heart, letting the steady beat lull him to sleep as his broad chest rises and falls heavily against yours keeping you securely pinned beneath him all night.

⟢ Sukuna Ryomen

Unexpectedly, Sukuna gets almost... gentle after literally ruining you moments earlier.

Every time you make the slightest effort to sit up, thinking about heading to the bathroom to clean yourself, he simply yanks you back down by your arm, pulling you directly onto his lap as if you weren't allowed to go anywhere without his permission.

Well, you couldn't really complain. Your body is completely exhausted anyway, so being held captive against his warm, tattooed chest is hardly a punishment.

He notices the slight tremor in your arms, fatigue written clearly across every feature of your face.

Seeing how weak you are, he reaches over to his nightstand for the glass of cold water resting there and brings it to your lips.

He even holds the glass steadily for you while you drink, making sure you don't have to lift a single finger.

He sets the empty glass back down on the nightstand, casually wiping a stray drop from your lip with his thumb.

“See? I'm practically a saint,” he hums with a smug smirk, looking down at you like he deserves a medal of honor for basic caretaking.

Before you can even call him out on it, he effortlessly flops backward onto the mattress, dragging your deadweight body right on top of him like a human weighted blanket. “Now shut up and sleep.”

⟢ Naoya Zenin

If you expect Naoya to run off and fetch a warm towel for you like a servant, you're completely off the mark.

He’s actually the type to lie there waiting for you to pamper his ass like a helpless baby—a luxury you never indulge him in.

Still, despite his entitled attitude, he’d lie back and stare at you like you were an actual trophy he’d just won.

That is, until you’d catch him red-handed. The very second he notices you looking back at him, the soft, proud look vanishes, instantly replaced by his usual cocky sneer.

“Don’t go getting any grand ideas. I’m just admiring my work,” he spits out as a weak excuse, his hand sliding lazily over your exposed body to brush his calloused thumb across the fresh bruises and bite marks left on your skin.

Yet despite his smarmy mouth, he still reaches down to drag the heavy silk sheets right over both of your bodies. He certainly wouldn't admit it was to keep you warm, i mean, he still couldn't have his wife wandering around the Zenin estate sick and coughing?!

⟢ Higuruma Hiromi

Nothing could ever replace the deep sense of security that aftercare with your husband brings you.

The very first thing he does is give you space—not pulling out, but staying completely still to let the intense crest of your climax fade into a warm hum.

Slowly, his fingers reach up to gently brush your sweat-damp hair back, tucking the stray locks behind your ear.

Higuruma always makes sure to pamper you and shower you with soft praise for everything you do, casually throwing out sweet endearments in that incredibly soothing voice of his.

“Absolutely beautiful...” he whispers, his soft gaze scanning every single corner of your face, not missing a single inch.

He studies you with such quiet, unfiltered reverence that it leaves your cheeks burning with a blush.

With his thumb gently stroking your cheek, he stays completely still inside you, already thinking ahead to the next morning.

His other arm reaches behind him to switch off the lamp on his nightstand, plunging the room into soft darkness.

“What would you like for breakfast tomorrow, my life?” he murmurs softly into the quiet room.

You hum at his question, taking a moment to think. “Maybe some fruit?” you lightly offer.

He hums in agreement, taking in your answer as his hand trails down to stroke your back, lulling you both to sleep while you stay warm and filled around him.

© r4venbitee. do not repost, copy, translate, or feed my work into ai. thanks.

[r4venbitee]

Positions

mdni. editor!higuruma helps with your writer block.

“Shit…” You sighed, resting both hands on either side of your head as frustration built up the longer you looked at the blank page open on your laptop.

“Something wrong?”

Higuruma didn't look up immediately, crouching by the small refrigerator in the corner of his office to pull out a drink.

“Yeah…” You looked away from the screen to face him—the man who’d handled your work ever since your debut novel. “I’m just struggling here.”

Crossing the room, Higuruma came to stand right behind your couch, peering over your shoulder at the bright white screen. “With what?” The quiet clink of his drink setting down was followed by the familiar gesture of him pushing his glasses further up his nose.

You hovered your hands over the keyboard, feeling a sudden heat rise to your cheeks. “It’s… a specific scene. I can’t get the description on paper right.”

Higuruma leaned in a fraction closer, eyeing the blank document with that analytical focus of his. “Description? Is it an action sequence? A fight scene?”

“No,” you muttered, closing the laptop half an inch out of reflex. “A- a sex scene. A position, specifically… It’s just- The geometry of it makes zero sense on paper.”

“What position are you talking about?” he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his usual stoic tone.

You bit your lip, feeling your face warm up. “Uhm… It’s—it’s like… a position on the couch,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “I can picture it, but I just can’t seem to put the mechanics into words.”

“On the couch?” he repeated softly.

Before you could answer, he walked around the side of the sofa and stepped right into your space. He leaned down, placing one hand on the cushion behind your head and the other firmly on the back of the couch, completely trapping you beneath him.

“Y-yeah…” The word barely made it out as your breath caught in your throat.

“And where are his hands?”

“On… on her waist,” you managed to whisper.

Higuruma shifted his weight. His large, warm hand slid from the cushion straight to the curve of your waist, his fingers gripping you firmly through your clothes, pulling you just a fraction closer. The heat of his palm burned through the fabric.

“Here?” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a slow circle against your hip. “Or lower?”

You didn't exactly know what had gone wrong (or right) to lead to this. But it didn’t matter anymore, not when your draft was completely forgotten and your dear editor was showing exactly how the scene was supposed to go.

His thick cock was pummeling inside you like a fucking jackhammer, his hands exploring every inch of your exposed body while he kept you pinned beneath him on the couch.

Every thrust pulled louder moans from your throat. You were far too overwhelmed by the feeling to manage any actual words, your mind completely cockdrunk and hazy.

His fingers hooked beneath your chin, tilting your face up until your teary gaze locked with his.

Behind his foggy, crooked glasses, his eyes burned with absolute, raw hunger. “Is this how you were imagining it?”

“Ngh—” was all you could choke out. Your hips bucked helplessly off the cushion, taking him deeper into your pussywith every thrust. The wet, slapping sound of skin against skin echoed off the couch as your slick coated his pelvis in a glistening sheen.

The tight squeeze of your cunt around his length tore a wrecked groan straight from his throat. His hips were hammering into you harder and faster, his pelvis slamming against your clit in a brutal, dizzying rhythm.

“Fuck..you’re squeezing me so tight..”

You couldn’t hold on any longer.

With a sharp gasp, your body snapped into a shaking climax as your inner walls fluttered wildly around his thick length. The tight, desperate squeezing sent him right over the edge.

And with his balls tightening, he drove into you one last, deep time, his flushed tip spitting that sweltering, translucent liquid deep inside you.

He collapsed forward, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his heavy weight pressed you deep into the couch cushions. Both of your chests heaved in frantic, uneven breaths, the office quiet except for the ragged sound of air returning to his lungs.

“How’s that for inspiration ?”

You giggled lightly at his statement, breath still ragged as you murmured “Yeah... yeah, the block is definitely gone.”

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

summer nights with Sukuna are the worst.

you were in nothing but your underwear and a sports bra. every window in your house was wide open, every fan you could find was running, although there was no point seeing that all they did was push in more warm air.

you’ve been tossing and turning in bed for the past three hours. the darkness of the night meant absolutely nothing temperature wise, you were still scorching up. sweat clung to every inch of your body, as well as another, larger, heavier, and hotter body.

“ryo get OFF”

“mmm” his sleepy whines vibrated against your neck. how the hell he even managed to fall asleep in this heat, let alone the added body heat that was living between the two of you.

this heat was already irritating you, with sukunas added heat you could feel yourself going ballistic.

“Ryo i swear to god.” you tried pushing down on his shoulders, but it was no use. pushing and shoving did absolutely nothing, his grip on you was steady, even in his sleepy state. this was it. you were going to die of heatstroke, under your massive boulder of a boyfriend.

“m’stop pushin’ me woman.”

“ryomen. it is too fucking hot for your fatass to be on top of me like this.” silence rang out for a few moments, only to then be cut by sukunas snores.

there was no way you were ever gonna be able to sleep like this, so you had to find another way.

“Sukuna move yer ass I needa piss.” he groaned, but still rolled off of you. finally. it was like breathing for the first time.

you stood up from the bed and crept out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door, and plopping on the living room couch. it wasn’t much different from the heat from your bed, yet the slight temperature difference provided you a nice moment of relief.

until it was ruined approximately ten minutes later, by a big fat, scorching hot, log plopping on top of you.

“Sukuna.”

“fuckin’ liar.”

“Sukuna get off of me I’m so serious.” your eyes were near tears at this point, the heat only bringing out your frustrations even more.

“alright alright calm down woman, and go get dressed.” your big lug of a man sat up and leaned back into the couch.

“what? why?”

“I got us a hotel room.”

“Ryo-“

“yes there’s air conditioning. now hurry, cus I ain’t sleeping without holdin’ on to my woman.”

[r4venbitee]

Positions

mdni. editor!higuruma helps with your writer block.

“Shit…” You sighed, resting both hands on either side of your head as frustration built up the longer you looked at the blank page open on your laptop.

“Something wrong?”

Higuruma didn't look up immediately, crouching by the small refrigerator in the corner of his office to pull out a drink.

“Yeah…” You looked away from the screen to face him—the man who’d handled your work ever since your debut novel. “I’m just struggling here.”

Crossing the room, Higuruma came to stand right behind your couch, peering over your shoulder at the bright white screen. “With what?” The quiet clink of his drink setting down was followed by the familiar gesture of him pushing his glasses further up his nose.

You hovered your hands over the keyboard, feeling a sudden heat rise to your cheeks. “It’s… a specific scene. I can’t get the description on paper right.”

Higuruma leaned in a fraction closer, eyeing the blank document with that analytical focus of his. “Description? Is it an action sequence? A fight scene?”

“No,” you muttered, closing the laptop half an inch out of reflex. “A- a sex scene. A position, specifically… It’s just- The geometry of it makes zero sense on paper.”

“What position are you talking about?” he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his usual stoic tone.

You bit your lip, feeling your face warm up. “Uhm… It’s—it’s like… a position on the couch,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “I can picture it, but I just can’t seem to put the mechanics into words.”

“On the couch?” he repeated softly.

Before you could answer, he walked around the side of the sofa and stepped right into your space. He leaned down, placing one hand on the cushion behind your head and the other firmly on the back of the couch, completely trapping you beneath him.

“Y-yeah…” The word barely made it out as your breath caught in your throat.

“And where are his hands?”

“On… on her waist,” you managed to whisper.

Higuruma shifted his weight. His large, warm hand slid from the cushion straight to the curve of your waist, his fingers gripping you firmly through your clothes, pulling you just a fraction closer. The heat of his palm burned through the fabric.

“Here?” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a slow circle against your hip. “Or lower?”

You didn't exactly know what had gone wrong (or right) to lead to this. But it didn’t matter anymore, not when your draft was completely forgotten and your dear editor was showing exactly how the scene was supposed to go.

His thick cock was pummeling inside you like a fucking jackhammer, his hands exploring every inch of your exposed body while he kept you pinned beneath him on the couch.

Every thrust pulled louder moans from your throat. You were far too overwhelmed by the feeling to manage any actual words, your mind completely cockdrunk and hazy.

His fingers hooked beneath your chin, tilting your face up until your teary gaze locked with his.

Behind his foggy, crooked glasses, his eyes burned with absolute, raw hunger. “Is this how you were imagining it?”

“Ngh—” was all you could choke out. Your hips bucked helplessly off the cushion, taking him deeper into your pussywith every thrust. The wet, slapping sound of skin against skin echoed off the couch as your slick coated his pelvis in a glistening sheen.

The tight squeeze of your cunt around his length tore a wrecked groan straight from his throat. His hips were hammering into you harder and faster, his pelvis slamming against your clit in a brutal, dizzying rhythm.

“Fuck..you’re squeezing me so tight..”

You couldn’t hold on any longer.

With a sharp gasp, your body snapped into a shaking climax as your inner walls fluttered wildly around his thick length. The tight, desperate squeezing sent him right over the edge.

And with his balls tightening, he drove into you one last, deep time, his flushed tip spitting that sweltering, translucent liquid deep inside you.

He collapsed forward, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his heavy weight pressed you deep into the couch cushions. Both of your chests heaved in frantic, uneven breaths, the office quiet except for the ragged sound of air returning to his lungs.

“How’s that for inspiration ?”

You giggled lightly at his statement, breath still ragged as you murmured “Yeah... yeah, the block is definitely gone.”

[gojofever]

nobody knows.

┃your brother would kill you if he knew how dirty you get with his best friend.

──────────────────────────────

"Shut up. It's like you want to get caught."

his mouth is clamped on your face, trying to contain the moans escaping your mouth but his hand could only do so much. You're straddling his giant quads while he thrusts up into you from below.

It's 2am. You're supposed to be sleeping but instead, you're getting fucked by your brother's best friend. Your brother is sleeping a couple rooms down, completely unaware.

"Get off." he demands.

"Wha— why?"

"You don't know how to shut the fuck up."

He's lifting you off, but you clutch on to his shoulders, gluing yourself to him.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll shut up, please don't stop." you're so close to unraveling but it's just so, so hard to keep quiet. He reaches over to the foot of the bed and grab the panties he ripped off of you moments ago.

"Open."

You open your mouth and feel your own panties being shoved in your mouth. You look at him with wide, clueless eyes that ask him, "why?", but he thrusts up into you harshly, telling you to deal with it.

squelch squelch squelch

is all you hear right now, and the occasional groan from Toji. His hands hold your arms behind your back, leaving you helpless.

He's thrusting inside your warm cunt, fast and hard, chasing his own high. His mouth is slightly open, and his breath hits your shoulder blade, making you shiver.

"You're just gonna' let me use you like this? Huh?"

His hands move down to your ass, spreading you wide open so you can take all of him. You want to tell him it's too much, but you don't dare take the cloth out of your mouth; you know how mean he could be.

You resort to slapping him harshly on his chest, but he only slaps you right across the face. You whine loudly, arching your back in pain.

"Too much? Poor baby. Too bad you can't talk, huh?" he coos.

You love it. You love it so, so much. The way he's so much bigger than you made the sex 10x better, and he's so strong, putting you in whatever position he wanted you in.

"Can I fill you up, baby? Make you all mine?" how can you say no when he's asking so nicely?

You bob your head up and down, pleading him with your watery eyes. He comes so hard inside of you that his body is twitching aggressively in pleasure; his groans turned into soft moans, making you come all over him soon after. You both stay there, still dazed.

You take your panties out of your mouth, "Asshole," but you only earn a sharp slap to your ass.

knock knock knock

"Hey, is everything alright in there? Have you seen Toji?"

I guess the panties weren't as effective as Toji thought.

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A/N; i love toji's broke ass, I could fix him

[dickerystuf-art]

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[r4venbitee]

Positions

mdni. editor!higuruma helps with your writer block.

“Shit…” You sighed, resting both hands on either side of your head as frustration built up the longer you looked at the blank page open on your laptop.

“Something wrong?”

Higuruma didn't look up immediately, crouching by the small refrigerator in the corner of his office to pull out a drink.

“Yeah…” You looked away from the screen to face him—the man who’d handled your work ever since your debut novel. “I’m just struggling here.”

Crossing the room, Higuruma came to stand right behind your couch, peering over your shoulder at the bright white screen. “With what?” The quiet clink of his drink setting down was followed by the familiar gesture of him pushing his glasses further up his nose.

You hovered your hands over the keyboard, feeling a sudden heat rise to your cheeks. “It’s… a specific scene. I can’t get the description on paper right.”

Higuruma leaned in a fraction closer, eyeing the blank document with that analytical focus of his. “Description? Is it an action sequence? A fight scene?”

“No,” you muttered, closing the laptop half an inch out of reflex. “A- a sex scene. A position, specifically… It’s just- The geometry of it makes zero sense on paper.”

“What position are you talking about?” he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his usual stoic tone.

You bit your lip, feeling your face warm up. “Uhm… It’s—it’s like… a position on the couch,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “I can picture it, but I just can’t seem to put the mechanics into words.”

“On the couch?” he repeated softly.

Before you could answer, he walked around the side of the sofa and stepped right into your space. He leaned down, placing one hand on the cushion behind your head and the other firmly on the back of the couch, completely trapping you beneath him.

“Y-yeah…” The word barely made it out as your breath caught in your throat.

“And where are his hands?”

“On… on her waist,” you managed to whisper.

Higuruma shifted his weight. His large, warm hand slid from the cushion straight to the curve of your waist, his fingers gripping you firmly through your clothes, pulling you just a fraction closer. The heat of his palm burned through the fabric.

“Here?” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a slow circle against your hip. “Or lower?”

You didn't exactly know what had gone wrong (or right) to lead to this. But it didn’t matter anymore, not when your draft was completely forgotten and your dear editor was showing exactly how the scene was supposed to go.

His thick cock was pummeling inside you like a fucking jackhammer, his hands exploring every inch of your exposed body while he kept you pinned beneath him on the couch.

Every thrust pulled louder moans from your throat. You were far too overwhelmed by the feeling to manage any actual words, your mind completely cockdrunk and hazy.

His fingers hooked beneath your chin, tilting your face up until your teary gaze locked with his.

Behind his foggy, crooked glasses, his eyes burned with absolute, raw hunger. “Is this how you were imagining it?”

“Ngh—” was all you could choke out. Your hips bucked helplessly off the cushion, taking him deeper into your pussywith every thrust. The wet, slapping sound of skin against skin echoed off the couch as your slick coated his pelvis in a glistening sheen.

The tight squeeze of your cunt around his length tore a wrecked groan straight from his throat. His hips were hammering into you harder and faster, his pelvis slamming against your clit in a brutal, dizzying rhythm.

“Fuck..you’re squeezing me so tight..”

You couldn’t hold on any longer.

With a sharp gasp, your body snapped into a shaking climax as your inner walls fluttered wildly around his thick length. The tight, desperate squeezing sent him right over the edge.

And with his balls tightening, he drove into you one last, deep time, his flushed tip spitting that sweltering, translucent liquid deep inside you.

He collapsed forward, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his heavy weight pressed you deep into the couch cushions. Both of your chests heaved in frantic, uneven breaths, the office quiet except for the ragged sound of air returning to his lungs.

“How’s that for inspiration ?”

You giggled lightly at his statement, breath still ragged as you murmured “Yeah... yeah, the block is definitely gone.”

[r4venbitee]

Needed Me

mdni. your best friend, Sukuna, proving you that dick can actually be that good.

The cold feel of your best friend’s fingers against your skin was enough to send an electric jolt straight to your core, making the already wet sensation between your leg get wetter.

I mean, you’d both been checking each other out for a while now. Just because you were long-time friends didn't mean feelings were off the table, and deep down, you both knew it.

The atmosphere was getting ridiculously heavy, and the tension painfully obvious, but neither of you had the guts to cross that line. So, you just kept quiet, hoping that those lingering thoughts would eventually vanish

But now, in the stillness of a vacation night, you were both panting softly as his cool hands traced your bare body in front of the shared mirror. Sitting there, watching his fingers map out your skin, you couldn't run from the truth any longer, could you?

“Ryo!” you whimpered when his hand caught your jaw, forcing your gaze back to the glass. You’d been hanging your head, too flustered to actually look at yourself sitting there completely bare while he was still fully dressed leaving the contrast between you two maddening.

“Mhm... I’m gonna prove you reallll wrong.” Sukuna’s hand drifted down your stomach, his middle finger dragging an invisible path over your skin before pausing to tease your swollen nub.

Honestly? You kind of asked for this.

If you hadn't been running your mouth for hours about the neighbors’ noisy late-night session earlier, insisting that dick couldn't feel that good, you wouldn't be stuck in front of this mirror watching your best friend take that statement as a personal challenge.

His thick finger kept drawing persistent circles over your aching clit, his warm, wet mouth sucking a mark into the side of your neck. Driven crazy by the friction, you ground yourself back against him, feeling the hard length trapped inside his sweatpants.

He chuckled softly against your neck, mocking your desperation. Keeping you planted on his lap, he yanked down his sweatpants to free his straining cock.

You stared wide-eyed at the mirror, hypnotized by the sight of his flushed tip glistening in the dim light.

“Like what you see?” Sukuna taunted against your ear. When a soft hum escaped your throat, he guided his heavy length directly into your slick folds.

The wet friction was hypnotizing as he dragged his erection up and down the length of your slit, mixing his heat with yours until the sound filled the quiet room.

After minutes of agonizing teasing, he suddenly sank his entire cock into your cunt with one firm push. The sudden feeling of being filled so completely wrung a loud moan straight from your throat.

Your whines turned into open moans as he yanked your hips flush against his front. He forced your gaze to the mirror, pointing right to the spot where he was buried deep inside you. “Look at that,” he whispered against your neck. “Look at how fucking desperate you are like this.”

He thrust his thumb between your lips, and you clamped down instantly, hollowing your cheeks to coat it in your saliva.

His other hand roamed up to catch your hard, neglected nipples between his fingers, finally giving them attention the moment he began moving his hips deep inside you.

“D-don’t stop!” you cried out the moment he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster into you.

This time he laughed openly, not even bothering to hide how much he was enjoying mocking you. “Still...” he gasped out, his own rhythm catching in his throat, “…not convinced?”

“N-no!” you gasped out, snapping your head back against his shoulder as your body betrayed you completely. Your inner walls tightened into a desperate, squeezing grip around him. “Fuck… M’so fucking close!”

A wet pop broke the silence as he abruptly pulled his length out from your clenching, needy pussy, making you cry out in desperation against his neck.

Before you could protest, Sukuna cupped your jaw and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging inside to claim every inch of your mouth.

“Mmm...” he purred into the kiss, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks. “I thought dick couldn't possibly be that good?”

[kiisc0ld]

★—ryomen sukuna who falls for the pretty girl he spots for at the gym—★

you had always had the ability to make heads turn.

from your pretty face, to your strong but feminine body, long legs and the faint smell of vanilla that accompanied your presence, it was more often than not that men lined up for your number.

but ryomen sukuna refused to be like other men . not that he was immune to your charms , but because you seemed so....comfortable around him.

that day in the gym, almost a year ago, you had approached him after noticing his indifference to you, to spot for you.

sukuna thought it was that you trusted him to not be like the other men who just wanted to get into your pants. and it killed him every day because at the end of you gym sessions, when you would smile at him and thank him, his heart would treacherously speed up.

he would always look around for you , first thing after entering the gym. somehow his daily dose of happiness had become interlinked with you.

his misty mornings had come to become associated with your home made protein cookies and the smell of cocoa and vanilla.

he would eagerly look forward to hearing your laugh after his sarcastic remark about wrongly using one of the equipments or watching your face light up with a satisfied smile after breaking a new record or increasing your load.

even worse were the nights where he would wake up with a boner, pants strained and cock rock hard and aching. and he would jerk off to the memory of your ass as you did your weighted bulgarian squats. your name spilling from his lips as he imagined how tight your cunt would feel around his girth. how your skin would feel in his palms. if his sheets would smell like vanilla the next morning. if you would taste like the cookies yo—

gods help him. he was a goner.

he couldn't even meet your gaze on the days after those nights. but then you would give him that smile and say a stupid joke to make him laugh, mistaking his silences for a shit day and he would fall for you all over again.

so he did the things he could.

linger a little longer after the sessions.

lean down a little lower when you spoke to him.

smile a little longee at your jokes.

eat your cookies a little slower to savour the taste.

walk you to your car in an attempt to bask a little longer in your presence.

yet he had never been able to ask you for your number. you trusted him to respect you and your boundaries. he would rather die than break that.

so that was how a lonely Sunday night found him—sitting at his kitchen counter and staring morosely at the protein cookie of the day.

you were going to be gone on a family vacation. which meant an entire week without you. your smile. your laughs. your jokes.

your fucking protein biscuits which he had come to love so much.

he brought over his knife to divide it into seven pieces. yes, it was pathetic and sad and depressing and a few other adjectives. but that was exactly how sukuna was feeling.

but then a note slipped out from inside it . and sukuna's heart stopped.

'' xx xxx xxx xxxx ~ i made a few more flavours and slipped them into your gym bag. lmk if they taste alright :) ''

[r4venbitee]

Needed Me

mdni. your best friend, Sukuna, proving you that dick can actually be that good.

The cold feel of your best friend’s fingers against your skin was enough to send an electric jolt straight to your core, making the already wet sensation between your leg get wetter.

I mean, you’d both been checking each other out for a while now. Just because you were long-time friends didn't mean feelings were off the table, and deep down, you both knew it.

The atmosphere was getting ridiculously heavy, and the tension painfully obvious, but neither of you had the guts to cross that line. So, you just kept quiet, hoping that those lingering thoughts would eventually vanish

But now, in the stillness of a vacation night, you were both panting softly as his cool hands traced your bare body in front of the shared mirror. Sitting there, watching his fingers map out your skin, you couldn't run from the truth any longer, could you?

“Ryo!” you whimpered when his hand caught your jaw, forcing your gaze back to the glass. You’d been hanging your head, too flustered to actually look at yourself sitting there completely bare while he was still fully dressed leaving the contrast between you two maddening.

“Mhm... I’m gonna prove you reallll wrong.” Sukuna’s hand drifted down your stomach, his middle finger dragging an invisible path over your skin before pausing to tease your swollen nub.

Honestly? You kind of asked for this.

If you hadn't been running your mouth for hours about the neighbors’ noisy late-night session earlier, insisting that dick couldn't feel that good, you wouldn't be stuck in front of this mirror watching your best friend take that statement as a personal challenge.

His thick finger kept drawing persistent circles over your aching clit, his warm, wet mouth sucking a mark into the side of your neck. Driven crazy by the friction, you ground yourself back against him, feeling the hard length trapped inside his sweatpants.

He chuckled softly against your neck, mocking your desperation. Keeping you planted on his lap, he yanked down his sweatpants to free his straining cock.

You stared wide-eyed at the mirror, hypnotized by the sight of his flushed tip glistening in the dim light.

“Like what you see?” Sukuna taunted against your ear. When a soft hum escaped your throat, he guided his heavy length directly into your slick folds.

The wet friction was hypnotizing as he dragged his erection up and down the length of your slit, mixing his heat with yours until the sound filled the quiet room.

After minutes of agonizing teasing, he suddenly sank his entire cock into your cunt with one firm push. The sudden feeling of being filled so completely wrung a loud moan straight from your throat.

Your whines turned into open moans as he yanked your hips flush against his front. He forced your gaze to the mirror, pointing right to the spot where he was buried deep inside you. “Look at that,” he whispered against your neck. “Look at how fucking desperate you are like this.”

He thrust his thumb between your lips, and you clamped down instantly, hollowing your cheeks to coat it in your saliva.

His other hand roamed up to catch your hard, neglected nipples between his fingers, finally giving them attention the moment he began moving his hips deep inside you.

“D-don’t stop!” you cried out the moment he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster into you.

This time he laughed openly, not even bothering to hide how much he was enjoying mocking you. “Still...” he gasped out, his own rhythm catching in his throat, “…not convinced?”

“N-no!” you gasped out, snapping your head back against his shoulder as your body betrayed you completely. Your inner walls tightened into a desperate, squeezing grip around him. “Fuck… M’so fucking close!”

A wet pop broke the silence as he abruptly pulled his length out from your clenching, needy pussy, making you cry out in desperation against his neck.

Before you could protest, Sukuna cupped your jaw and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging inside to claim every inch of your mouth.

“Mmm...” he purred into the kiss, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks. “I thought dick couldn't possibly be that good?”