Hello all my wonderful people and followers! So I am currently on vacation. And this would usually be the time where I get all my ideas out and write day and night. But unfortunately I am really struggling with my chronic pain at the moment. However I promise as soon as I feel better I'll be writing up a storm.
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kinktober day five | exhibitionism | 18+, Thor is showing off his midgardian girlfriend at a ritualistic orgy. asgard, amirite? | word count 2.5k | click here for more kinktober |
“We must?” You gave your boyfriend a cheeky grin.
“Mhm,” he nodded decisively, although his stormy blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. “'tis would be a good omen.”
“God of Fertility and all that?” You snorted, bringing up one of Thor's lesser known titles.
Well, lesser known on your home planet of Midgard. Here in Asgard, everybody was well-acquainted with the numerous titles and duties appointed to their crown prince. And while the ruling had effectively been transferred to Brunhilde, the House of Odin was still very active in the life and courts of the realm.
Which you had to partake in, as well, being Thor's long-term girlfriend. Some customs were pretty normal (smile and wave, smile and wave...), some a little strange and some had you completely understand why Jane, Thor's ex-girlfriend, had ultimately decided to balk on him. Asgard certainly wasn't for the shy and self-conscious.
For you, that ship had sailed and sunk a long time ago. How could you be anything else than smug with a God hanging off your arm? Passing on an opportunity to show him off was like a dog turning down a bone. And - you bit into a delectable fruit with a name you could not even hope to pronounce correctly - what kind of person would you be if you deprived Asgard of the blessings Thor was obliged to bestow upon his realm?
They way you saw it, it was a win/win scenario for everybody. As you submerged yourself in a hot bath swirling with aromatic oils, your heart raced with excitement and trepidation. Deep in the pit of your belly, a coil was beginning to tighten, further filling your limbs with a pleasant, weightless sensation. Floating in the spacious pool, your eyes traced the hard lines of your boyfriend's body with lazy interest.
Pre-gaming an orgy with your godly boyfriend had been the right choice.
Droplets of clear water ran down Thor's pronounced pectorals to soundlessly drip into the pool. You followed each one where it sent ripples across the shimmering surface of water, distorting the generous vision of his twitching heavy cock. He shrugged moisture off his blonde hair. You smirked.
“I fear we may not make it if you continue looking at me like that.” He rumbled, coyly watching your reaction through wet eyelashes.
“I am getting in the mood!” Objected you, but nonetheless ceased your staring to take care of yourself. You fully intended to leave a lasting impression on the people of Asgard and looking fresh and smelling nice was just the first step. Even if Thor's continued, very naked presence proved to be very distracting...
No less distracting was the cacophony of pleasure and bliss that reached your ears as soon as you entered the designated area for the ceremony. Clad in the finest silks and gemstones Thor had gifted you for the occasion, you held your chin up high even as your eyes lingered on couples, throuples and moresomes scattered across a multitude of surfaces.
Warriors and nobles, gods and regular folk, all lost in the haze. White-clad women danced with flowers in their hair, chanting something sweet and melodic in tongues All-Speak could not translate. The same fragrant blossoms hung in long, colourful garlands from the ceiling as fading sunlight reflected a fine golden dust that saturated the air in the room.
You passed Fandral surrounded by no less than five men and women. Thor had snorted and you responded with a smirk, knowing well of his friend's penchant for amorous conquests. Volstagg was here with his wife and he looked to be having a great time observing a slender Valkyrie busy herself with his wife's bosom as he snacked on some berries and nuts.
Posted at Thor's arm, the other attendees limited themselves to quick, respectful once-overs when it came to you. A human, an exotic curiosity for many, but strictly off-limits. You were more than content to be just Thor's.
The God led you to an elevated platform on which lay a bed of the fragrant blossoms; sitting down gently at the edge, you could not resist touching the soft, shimmering petals. They were surprisingly warm and springy, returning quickly to their undisturbed state as your hand came back tinted with gold. The petals seemed welcoming, somehow, and as Thor rumbled something low and quick into the open room, you fell back easily onto the flowerbed, marveling at the sensation.
Better than anything you'd ever laid on, even Stark's multiple-thousand-dollar memory foam mattress.
The sound of Thor's outer robes falling to the floor attracted your attention. You lifted your eyes and focused on his bare chest: the god looked down on you with mischievous fondness, studying your face for any sign of discomfort. There was none to have. All of the people and their couplings fell into the background as you beheld him, beginning to scent a subtle change in the air.
A distant storm. Bittersweet smell of ozone and fresh rainfall. Crackling of electricity somewhere nearby, the kind that raised the fine hair on your arms and sent a pleasant tingle all over your scalp. Thor's thick thumb traced the bottom of your mouth, spreading the sensation over your lips.
He sat down at your side, taking the time to simply study the lines of your face: the curve of your Cupid's bow, the arch of your nose and warm apples of your cheeks. Every inch of skin sparkled alight under his touch. Parting your lips, you breathed wetly over his fingers, taking his godly nature wholly into yourself.
Holding the side of your face in his large palm, Thor pulled you upwards, easily dragging you to sit over his lap. His blue eyes stormy, a spark of electricity shot out when your mouths connected, adding sensation to the softness of your lips and the scratch of his beard. Your tongues mingled, familiarity and sweet spit pouring molten desire into your bloodstream.
For a while, you two got lost in the sensual dance of your tongues. Background noise tuned out, you felt and had Thor. His large palms stroked your bare back and legs, toed the lines of your revealing tunic without quite breaching them. Unconsciously, you had began to inch closer and closer to the growing bulge beneath his loincloth, your budding arousal just shy of exactly where you wanted it.
Thor pulled you in. Dipping under the waistband of tour garment, he thumbed the skin there, and finding no more barriers, firmly kneaded the plump cheeks of your ass. Each movement rubbed deliciously between your legs, the touch of soft silk causing more and more moisture to flood your cunt.
“Mmm, Thor,” you moaned, having had totally lost yourself in the moment and forgotten the large audience gathered below your designated space. Not that they cared, if judging only from the noises: the air had gotten thick as Thor's arousal grew and it seemed to echo in other attendees.
A low growl left the god's mouth as his hands held onto you firmer, tighter. His bare chest glistened with the same golden dust and sparks of it settled deeply within his yawning pupils. The restraint he showed was truly incredible for that you knew that look: any other time your clothing had already been ripped off in tatters and your legs hung over his shoulders.
Thor became deliciously feral when properly riled up.
With great effort, he unwrapped himself from within your arms and turned you towards the room, settling your legs open over his spread knees, your back to his chest. Your head immediately fell back to rest against his shoulder: the world came in and out of focus as you fought with the fog that always came after Thor's stormy kisses. It was not meant to be: a wet gasp tore out of your lips as your eyes lidded from the possessive nature of his palm gathering and squeezing your breast.
Rolling your nipples between his fingers, Thor grinned into your hair as tiny sparks manifested on his fingertips and hardened the tender buds. You jerked.
He held on strong. “Easy.”
You felt the rumble of that deep voice within your guts and whined, discontent with the pace of your activities. He'd barely started and your cunt was already aching to be filled.
“We must do this properly,” he explained, breathing hot ozone into your ear. “Your body must be receptive to my offering.”
What was that, exactly? Neither of you were on board with having children, at least now. But it did not mean you couldn't practice... Petulant, you pushed your ass back towards his hips and were rewarded with a particularly well-aimed tweak. You squealed. Several attendees raised their heads from various body parts and places and gave appreciative smirks.
Fine, you decided. Two can play that game.
Reaching behind yourself, your back arched as you buried your hands into Thor's hair, pushing your breasts out in the process. The loose silk garment fell apart to the sides, baring your chest and breasts along with Thor's palms kneading the meat of them. The God gave an appreciative rumble at the sensation of his hair being pulled, bending over to mouth at the shell of your ear.
“I can smell you,” he faux-whispered. “Your cunt is dripping.”
No shit, you wanted to say, but all that came out of you was a moan as he released your breasts from his sweet, ardurous clutches and went for your inner thighs instead. Sparks danced all across your flesh, caressing the soft skin there and brining a strong scent of a budding storm into your coupling.
Candlelight flickered into life as twilight fell upon the room. Thick, dark clouds gathered above the palace and behind glass panes constituting most of the roof. Fat, clear raindrops began to tap against the glass. Rich smell of plants in bloom and alimentative petrichor seeped through the cracks in-between doorways and windowsills.
Arousal sat low and heavy in your belly, curling, coiling like a snake. Every spark borne on Thor's fingertips stoked the fire. Glowing embers blossomed into a roaring fire as your blood rushed into your ears. It was incredible your body had any to spare in the first place with how wet and swollen your sex felt.
Thor had come to a personal conclusion as his hands finally traversed a path towards the front clasp of your garment. It fell apart easily, silken curtains gliding over your sensitive skin. You shuddered, fine hairs rising. They were soothed by Thor's hands brushing over your nakedness, undoing the frontal sash.
Noise had picked back up. What started as clear rainfall and rolling thunder outside the walls turned into a damp, fragrant cacophony of sex. Through lidded eyes, you spied a throuple of lovers engaged in a passionate dance of bodies. There was no discerning where one began and other ended, but one blonde head took note of your attentions and winked at you brazenly, causing you to flush.
“'tis a blessed time indeed,” Thor's rumbling chuckle came from the crown of your head. “Tell me, beloved, how do you feel?”
Forming coherent thoughts was difficult. “Hmm,” you arched further into Thor's hands, “electric.”
Your godly boyfriend laughed as he parted your legs to rest over his wide thighs. His hand made a sizeable bump under the flimsy curtain of fabric that covered your arousal, the entirety of it covered by Thor in a posessive gesture. His middle finger slid over the seam of your lips, finding it wet and sticky. Thor rumbled in satisfaction as thunder roared outside, mirroring the god's satisfaction.
Periodic flashes of lightning added an ephemeral spotlight effect onto the inhabitants of the room. It seemed like everyone was watching you. Waiting, with their unhurried movements and lovemaking at a leisurely pace. You found it hard to focus on anything else besides the throbbing in your cunt.
“Almost ripe for the picking.” Thor stated with authority, an unusual grit to his voice. And he felt larger than ever behind you, hot and slick with budding sweat, cock swollen to a steely hardness under your ass. He flicked your clit with resolute precision, coaxing your cunt into dripping more of that sweet nectar.
In the slippery mess of it, you did not notice him switching his fingers out to nudge at your entrance, the side of his thumb taking their place to stroke at your clit. Three of his large fingers slid in with next to no resistance. Your back arched with a loud moan, reticence momentarily forgotten. The walls of your cunt spasmed, trying to suck him further in. To go places only his long, fat cock could reach.
Thor was stretching you with long, fluid strokes as your cunt wept approval, sash bluntly pushed to the side, all of you on full display. Your eyes had long stuck themselves shut for that the assault of sensation had become unbearable: contrary to normal way of your activities, Thor's actions only deepened the pit in your belly. You feared it would grow bottomless, forever unable to be sated by anything you've ever experienced before.
The stares or attendees only served to darken that pit, widen the jagged edges of it. As you held on to Thor's shoulders, your legs fell further and farther open with each stroke. What little clothing had remained on your body felt strangling, suffocating on your skin. You needed to be bare as you were born, placed before your god-partner for there was nothing else you wished but him to ravish you and everyone to bear witness.
“It is time!” Thor declared, voice booming. It carried through the room effortlessly, preceding a rapid change in atmosphere and frantic rustling of clothing as people shed everything save for their birthday suits.
The God unhanded your pliant body, briefly, to thunder something in Asgardian, and laid it plainly upon the marble altar. Sounds of seams ripping joined the roaring storm outside. Heat like molten iron spread through your limbs, and when you opened your eyes to see Thor sat on his haunches, your partner's eyes glowed a brilliant white. Sparks shot from his mane and fingertips.
His large cock, erect and proud, released a drop of clear fluid. Unconsciously licking your lips you watched it trickle down the shaft, along the prominent pulsing vein. Your cunt flexed, too, seemingly having attained a mind of it's own. Thor grinned. A smile that would have been unsettling in any other situation, for it was all shiny white teeth, sharp as a wolf's.
“...!” He spoke, again in Asgardian, and you shuddered at the resonant nature of his grovelly voice. All the others cheered, sound a cacophony of moans, yelps and shrill exclamations.
Whether it was the thunder outside or the ever-present storm within him, you did not know, but with a loud rumble, Thor threw himself atop you, slamming into your swollen, open cunt in one long, smooth stroke. Powerful muscles in his back rippled under your waiting palms. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your body went limp.
This Thor did not hold back.
Vikings had ritualistic orgies, so why the hell not Asgard? I read this fic some four years ago that since had been deleted with a similar core idea and it has sort of cemented in my brain. Latest MCU has us thinking that Thor is just some guy with a hammer but I like fics that - not necessarily delve - but tie in his divine aspect. Like, he is a God even on his own planet. Additionally, I've always been dead set on Thor having a brown or a black S/O. Not sure why exactly... But this was written with black girls in mind. Especially the gold dust part. Have y'all seen how beautiful golden shimmer looks on dark skin? 🥹
simon ghost riley knows well that you're a really skittish omega, his mate, too, which makes it all only more problematic, but it's shouldn't be an issue for him, not at all, he's sure that if he'll treat you right, pamper and stroke over where you tense in defense, you'll rub your face against his neck and purr sweet little sounds only for his ears alone, so he makes it his mission.
he let's you hiss and scratch all you want, slap his outstretched, offered hand, rumble like a fierce thing when he brushes a thumb down your neck, thumbing over the sensitive curve where your gland hides, blooming ripe and mouthwatering with the most luscious scent ever, and when you see the way his searing, amber eyes eclipse with dilating, opaque darkness, tracing a path of shivers over your skin from his gaze alone, you flee.
you make simon stalk you all around, to dig in the littlest corners you hide in to make sure you're nourished and feeling alright, no fever, no heat, no bite mark from someone who would dare to try, and the unmistakable care that sizzles calmly in his softened eyes makes you warm up, just a little bit, enough to not bite his hand off when he smoothes a palm over your head, or brings you some food he thinks you should have in your ration to be a healthy omega.
reluctantly, he get's to court you, as much as it can be called so, holding his hand barely from touching the small of your back as you walk beside him, the distance between you two getting smaller and smaller, but still there, when you glare daggers at him should he try to smell you, or tense as he touches you accidentally, only a brush, yet, you shiver and lean away, suppressing the flutter of warmth that creeps up your belly.
simon learns that you panic at the permeating scent of alpha pheromones the hard way, when he let's them out, noticing the lingering gazes of the unruly mutts around him that eye you like some bone, and he can't stand it at all, the lurking gazes, how oblivious you are, walking around unmarked, not mated probably, a shame to him, but he tries to be gentle, to take his time with you, yet he can't control the menacing sourness of his scent, acrid against your sensitive sense of smell.
it's scares you, the tang of menacity you pick up on, the way his lips pull up in a snarl, and when he growls, gravelly and loud, you let out an uncontrollable, instinctive whimper, shrinking in the bow of your body, trying to curl, hide, shield yourself with a sharp distress to your pleasantly sweet scent, whirling around your shivering form in waves that reach out to simon, distracting, forcing the haze of an possessing anger dissipate, leaving behind a pang of a quilt.
simon would apologize to you in private, properly, where he'd be able to persuade you to let him show how sorry he is for making you so uncomfortable, with your quivering legs spread wide, dangling at his broad, stretched out shoulders, and his drooling mouth devouring your sweet cunt, pulsing and soppy all over his twisting tongue, the pitch high keen of your voice a delight to his ears, and maybe, just maybe, you'll let him stick in with a tip, perhaps.
he just wants to make sure you'll be safe if he's suddenly wouldn't be any near you, and he was acting so good all the time, even with his gums aching to bite into the tender flesh of your neck, lick over your scent gland, make it swell, and when he does makes you gush in his mouth, swallowing gulps of your slick until dry, limbs boneless, toes spasming in a curl, you don't fight off the feel of his crooked nose digging in the curve of your sweaty neck.
your glassy eyes flutter shut, nails clawing up from simon's shoulders to his cropped hair, sharp, unsure, trying to pull him away and as close as possible, listening to the gravelly, almost purring coo of his voice, soothing your tangled, wracked nerves, and you let him, garbling, mewling, until his sharp canines pierce deep in, chapped, tissued lips suck down to soothe the sting that makes you sob, spine arching painfully, until your body sags completely, useless.
he'd wait for a next, better time to warm you up to try and take his knot, there's no pleasure in forcing you, rushing things, for now, his inner alpha is sated enough, seeing those imprinted dents of his teeth bruising over your neck like a brand, your body cradled close, deep asleep and letting out unguarded, barely audible purrs, humming something illegible as his palm cups over your gland, face nuzzling in the crown of your head, and yes, it's more than enough.
The front door shuts and Simon locks it behind him before kicking off his dirty boots at the Welcome mat, leaving them behind neatly next to a pair of yours.
The brown paper shopping bag rustles in his arm as Simon walks towards the living room, inhaling the saccharine scent of his mate with a please rumble—all warm and fertile, and most importantly, his.
"Si—!" You pause the show you're watching as you sit back on your haunches on the couch, eyes twinkling with eagerness.
His eyes flicker down to the baby bump stretching your sleepshirt, his shirt, taut—then to your hand, already clutching your favorite spoon.
"You got it?"
"Course." Simon nods slowly, setting the brown paper bag down on the coffee table before unpacking the goodies.
A tub of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie, crunchy peanut butter, two bags of Takis Fuego, and a box of Capri Sun multivitamin.
Your eyes light up, your scent spikes with happiness, and before you can reach out with a soft grunt, Simon gently pushes you back into the cushions with a chiding click of his tongue.
"Let me."
And he pokes the obnoxiously unsturdy paper straw through the obnoxiously hard little plastic hole before handing you a Capri Sun and watching with those unimpressed brown eyes of his how you suck it empty withing 12 seconds.
Yesterday you managed it in 10.
You gasp for air with a smile. "Another."
And Simon obliges with a deep hum, pleased with your reaction.
Just a few minutes later, you're digging into the ice cream after swirling peanut butter into it and sprinkling some salt on top with an expression so focused, it looks like you're doing difficult alchemy—all while Simon watches with his natural scowl, hearts in his eyes, and the same thoughts running through his head on repeat.
Fuck. My omega. My mate. Pregnant. Fucking adorable. So fascinating. All mine. My pup. Gonna be a dad. Bloody hell. Gonna keep ya pregnant—
"Si?"
Simon blinks owlishly at your whine. His heartbeat jolts before normalizing again. That whiny tone of yours has become a psychological weapon.
His kryptonite.
"Yeah?" He keeps his arm draped over the couches backrest; his legs manspreading next to you. You're twitchy next to him, he notices, even after he's done everything in his power to sooth all your late–night cravings.
"Can I sit on your cock for a bit?"
Well, perhaps not all of them.
His knee bounces as he adjust on the cushions; your question enough to make his blood simmer and rush south.
"Christ, poppet." He mutters, exhaling a slow breath through his teeth while his neck flushes with heat and his head goes dizzy momentarily. "Why?"
You shrug, licking your lips as you peer up at him so innocently, and his nostrils flare when he inhales. You're not even horny, just... needy.
But Simon is terribly affected already—and ready to mount you 24/7 since you let him become your mate. Even worse since he managed to breed you.
"I just need to feel you inside."
His eyes roll toward the ceiling, head tipping back, praying for mercy while his cock chubs and thickens in his sweatpants with a mind of its own.
"Please?" you add sweetly, and Simon groans in both pain and defeat as his cock twitches traitorously.
"Fuck." He rubs a hand over his face; callouses scratching over his stuble. "Olright... fine. C'mere."
As if he could ever deny you anything.
Then your soft leggings and panties are carefully shed and Simon frees his painfully hard length before grabbing your supple hips and easing you onto his cock with a choked groan.
Always so slick and warm for him, your pretty cunt swallows him with natural ease; velvety channel rippling and fluttering around his shaft until your clit is nestled on his balls and plump ass sits on his lower belly.
And then you continue watching your show and eating your ice cream like nothing is out of the ordinary while Simon is fighting for his sanity behind you.
He lets out a ragged exhale through clenched teeth, chest heaving, hands gripping your hips hard as you settle fully against him—his cock twitching inside those fluttering walls like it’s home.
"Fuck—" he rasps, forehead dropping against the back of your shoulder with a shudder.
His control is slipping faster than he’d care to admit; every little wiggle of yours sending sparks up his spine while the television drones on obliviously in the background.
A particularly tight squeeze around him wrings another groan from his chest—rough and unrestrained this time—as one hand snakes up to splay possessively over the swell of your belly where his pup grows beneath stretched, warm skin.
"Christ… s'like y'were made f'me, poppet."
And a low growl bubbles up in his throat before he gently bites one earlobe just to feel you clench again around him in response, because if he has to suffer through this, then so do you.
You chuckle and chirp at the tickle; cunt fluttering and dripping around his base as you squirm again.
"Simon—" His eyes roll back at the sensation and the sound of your sweet voice whining his name around a mouthful of dessert. "I'm trying to watch my show!"
"Aye, ya little pest," he grunts through clenched teeth; fingers digging harshly into the leather couch, "and 'm tryin' not to cum and knot yer cunt again, so we both gotta focus 'ere."
And perhaps he can't see your wicked smile as you swallow another spoonful of fudgy goodness, but he can sure smell it on your scent and feel it when your silky walls squeeze him deliberately once more while his flared tip keeps weeping with pre deep inside you.
Uhmm– alpha!ghost who never had a rut before, because most cycles tend to skip under extreme stress and all ghost knows is stress?
He doesn't even realize he reeks of pre-rut, or that he's been hovering around you for days until you pull him aside and ask "okay, ghost, have you submitted your forms, yet? I'll be your buddy."
"...what forms?" He asks, because that's just your luck. You end up dragging him to prices office that very moment. All your captain does is look between you and ghost, inhaling only to wrinkle his nose and groan 'christ. Get him off base.'
Which is how ghost ends up in your apartment after an agonizingly long car ride. Partially because it's closer and because you doubt ghost has any sort of alpha stuff in his place.
Ghost is already out of it when you push him into your bed "get comfy, I'm gonna go grab supplies."
He's humping your pillow when you get back, face stuffed into your underwear that he obviously pulled from your hamper. Holy shit He's big. Cock dripping precum onto your sheets, knot already swelling slightly. Ghost looks at you with wide eyes, but doesn't stop "sorry, sorry– i didn't– I don't–"
"Hey, none of that. It's fine, I'm surprised you managed to keep your hands to yourself so far" you soothe, stripping your own clothes off and crawling into bed. In an instant ghost is tucking his face against your neck, cock grinding into your thigh mindlessly.
He's nothing more than grunting and whining by the second knot, crowding over you. You're thankful for the bite guard you threw on, his teeth sinking into the leather as he knots you the third time.
"Fuuck– okay, okay ghost– take what you need" you encourage even as he grabs your hips and starts moving you like a fleshlight. Cum seeping out to make a white ring around the base of his cock, pooling into the sheets.
If you weren't already an omega you sure would be by now. You've taken more knots in the past fourteen hours than you have with any other alpha combined.
You get a break when he finally passes out, knot still deeply inside, jaw clamped over your guard. Most alphas go for maybe five knots.
...you should probably call price about getting some contraceptive pills delivered.
SUKUNA x BRATTY!READER x YUJI
𝓼𝓾𝓶: You are a dickmatized manipulative brat.
Sukuna is Sukuna.
Yuji is collateral damage.
𝓬𝔀: canon au. mdni 18+ only. cheating, rough play, unprotected, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, sukuna being toxic, y/n thinking with her pussy.
𝔀𝓬: 8787
𝓪𝓷: attn—this is a *repost* since the original got deleted. i combined both parts i tried to clean it up a bit since this is the first fic i ever wrote for jjk like 2+ years ago but most of it is the same. i'd like to think i've improved since then but it's also cute to see how far i've come. so no the writing isnt as good jkhsbdfb its been 2 years!!
‘2:37 AM’—Fuck.
You gotta stop looking at the clock, it's only making you more restless.
Usually sleep comes to you easily as the peaceful dark of your room and light snores coming from your boyfriend, Yuji, would lull you into a comforting slumber each night without issue.
Sighing, you lay your head on Yuji’s chest as his arm loosely drapes around your waist. This quickly became your typical sleeping position since moving in with each other.
You'd only been living together for over a little over a month now but you honestly have no complaints. Yuji is great—even if your apartment is way smaller than you would have liked.
Despite the both of you being full fledged sorcerers and risking your lives constantly, exterminating curses doesn't pay the best salary.
You want something bigger but it was cheap enough to allow the both of you to save for something much better down the line.
Yuji was the one who suggested saving, to console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to silence your protests as ultimately you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together and not separated by dorms at Jujutsu Tech.
Yuji could be a little clueless at times, sure, but your boyfriend does always try his best to make you happy.
Honestly, the two of you rarely have any disagreements even though you are a stubborn brat most of the time. His easy going nature takes your faults in stride. Yeah he can be clueless but once he does know what you want he meets your needs without complaint.
In fact, Yuji is always doing sweet things for you— waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burns) in bed. He will shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that makes you feel warm just remembering it.
You really can't ask for a better boyfriend.
You are happy with Yuji.
You love him and are very happy with Yuji.
Sigh.
So then ms. ma'am, if you are 'so happy', why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?
Chewing your lip in nervous anticipation, the truth is that your mind wouldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses, and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy.
Sukuna is your enemy.
How could you let it come to this?
The guilt you feel is insurmountable, yet it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening.
That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you silly before disappearing again like a thief in the night.
Rode hard and put away wet, Sukuna would use you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the day you and Yuji moved-in together—the night of your housewarming party.
Ironically enough, you didn't even want a damned housewarming.
You thought it was impractical and honestly a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat. Everyone would be on top of each other all night.
But Gojo had insisted. Promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Seeing Yuji happy, and hearing Gojo was buying the two of you a new washer-dryer combo, you got on board.
The housewarming itself went well enough, albeit the cramped space, until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.
However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.
The son of a bitch.
That wasn't Raggae Punch—it was fucking Jungle Juice.
You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose.
Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal enough earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. Foolishly, he joined-in with earnestness.
Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected—with Yuji was beyond shitfaced and you of course left to take care of him.
Yuji's head hung low, barely resting on the edge of the chabudai by the time Nanami—clear winner of the night—managed to drag an even drunker Gojo out of your apartment. Gojo was still singing loudly, slurring through songs on the expensive digital karaoke machine he'd gifted you both earlier (yeah, no new washer/drier set for you).
Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left. Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy.
With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved far easier than expected.
You left ibuprofen and a bottle of Pedialyte on the nightstand, along with a small bin beside the bed in case he woke up nauseous. Truthfully, you really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend.
Yuji always takes such good care of you.
But...you just wished it hadn’t been this night.
The night you realized that mixing that much alcohol in those quantities sent the heat straight to your pussy.
Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue.
But after you dragged a second, still-unsatisfying orgasm from your body, that’s when Sukuna appeared without warning—his low chuckle curling through the room at your failed attempts.
Admittedly, you were terrified at first.
You and Yuji had been together for two years, but Sukuna rarely surfaced and he had never addressed you directly before, preferring to ignore you all together. It was dangerously easy to forget that the most powerful curse in existence lived rent-free inside your boyfriend’s soul.
Nevertheless, you were desperate for real relief.
Lust clouded your thoughts, thick and heavy and it didn’t take much coaxing at all before your legs parted, pliant and willing, like warm jelly for The Curse King.
And Sukuna did not disappoint.
His sharp tongue poured filth into your ears—degrading praises that sent electricity racing through your veins, crackling down to your core, where the even sharper thrusts of his hips corrupted you from the inside out.
Your senses shattered. You came hard, messy and mindless—soaking Sukuna, yourself, and the sheets beneath you.
And that was only round one.
Sukuna, of course, had near-limitless stamina.
The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye.
You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized Yuji only remembered bits of the party and nothing of what happened after.
In fact, it made you feel even more terrible that Yuji apologized to you.
Yuji was upset with himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night.
Yuji gave you the perfect out and thinking it would never happen again you let him believe it was him...well, in some essence it was still his body in a way.
Urgh, you are the worst.
Realistically, if you confessed to Yuji in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question.
It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware.
You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight—hell you couldn't even take Yuji.
In fact, wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt?
Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened.
That was because subconsciously a part of you knew you would have to admit that you did enjoy it and you wanted it to happen again.
And it did.
Many more times after.
Except for tonight.
Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight.
In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row—the longest you had gone without his cock since he started toying with you.
You recall snapping at him after his last visit—right around the time his insults shifted from targeting you to dragging Yuji, mocking his inability to satisfy you. Your guilt had you snapping, telling Sukuna to fuck off and never to come near you again. You even threatened to tell Yuji if he did.
Honestly, you hadn’t expected the threat to matter.
It never had before.
And as much as you wanted to feel relieved—maybe Sukuna had finally grown tired of dealing with "Yuji’s bratty little pillow princess," as he so often called you while he was buried deep inside your sloppy cunt—you weren’t relieved at all.
You were annoyed.
He hadn’t listened the first time.
Or the second. Or the third.
So why now?
Why when your pussy has become so well trained its started to ache for that stretch—the delicious, punishing burn of your walls tearing that only Sukuna could bestow on you?
You shiver, thinking of Sukuna’s heavy grip sinking into the fat of your hips—his claws always just shy of puncturing your skin.
He loved to remind you how easily he could tear you apart if he wanted to, growling it against your ear while pounding into you from behind, each clap of his hips shaking the breath from your lungs.
Nearly salivating at the memory, you snap your head up—too eagerly—when you felt Yuji stir beneath you, heart jumping at the thought it might be him.
But it wasn’t.
And the disappointment hit harder than it should have.
But it wasn’t until Sukuna corrupted you that you realized: you didn’t want to be treated like some fragile, precious thing.
You want to be handled.
You want to be ruined.
You want to be called names—dirty, brutal, humiliating ones—because that’s exactly the kind of filthy, cheating whore you were proving yourself to be.
But Yuji?
Yuji is too kind. Too big of a softy. He’d never fuck you the way you needed—yet you couldn't deny you were still in love with him.
You squeeze your eyes shut like that might somehow block the thoughts out—but you knew the truth.
You can't sleep because you were horny for Sukuna.
The heat in your belly keeps climbing steadily, making sleep a distant, impossible hope. Your clit throbs, swollen and aching while your pussy flutters helplessly, clenching around nothing.
The motion forces out a slow trickle of Yuji’s cum from earlier, warm and wet as it slides down your thighs and you catch yourself wishing it was Sukuna's instead and in that moment your resolve breaks.
Yuji was just an appetizer.
But you are still starving—for the main course.
Sukuna.
Swallowing hard, deep down, you already know you’d already resigned yourself to whatever the hell Sukuna dragged you into.
You nuzzle deeper into Yuji’s chest, your fingers drifting lazily across the ridges of his lower abs beneath the blanket. Your voice is barely a whisper against his skin.
“Yo… um… hey… Hey, Sukuna... c-can you hear me?”
Silence.
You try again. Still nothing.
You huff, your patience thinning.
“Dammit, Sukuna,” you whisper, harsher this time, voice rising with irritation.
You wait but the only answer is the slow, steady rise and fall of Yuji’s chest beneath your cheek.
Your jaw tightens, seeing red.
This lame-ass motherfucker.
So that’s it?
After everything—after wrecking you, haunting you, owning you—he’s just... done?
You slowly lift your head from Yuji’s chest, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend as if you could scowl straight past him and into Sukuna’s smug, hidden soul beneath.
Muttering under your breath, you shuffle across the bed toward the nightstand.
“Fuckin' headass Lord King of body-snatching curses... got more dick in his personality than he does in his pants,” you grumble, dragging the drawer open with quiet venom.
Turning on the small bed lamp, you dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission.
Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs.
Maybe if you rubbed one out, you could calm down. Just enough to stop feeling so pissed off.
You needed something, shit anything, to take the edge off before you did something truly insane, like knocking the Mario coins out of your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend out of sheer frustration with the curse inside him.
Yuji doesn't deserve that.
Just like he doesn't deserve any of this. Not the monster squatting in his soul—and certainly not a girlfriend who'd spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a thick tattooed cock.
Settling onto the bed beside Yuji, you switched the vibrator on to its lowest setting—quiet enough not to disturb him.
Slowly, you drag it across your skin, savoring the soft buzz as you trace a path down past your heaving chest, across your belly, and lower still.
Your lip catches between your teeth as the toy barely ghosts over your clit—
When before you can even scream, a hand snaps around your wrist.
Another one rips the vibrator from your grip and flings it across the room with enough force for it to shatter against the wall.
“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”
The voice was unmistakable—Sukuna.
How could it not be?
Deeper than Yuji’s, richer, more decadent. Every word curls around you, teasing and scolding all at once, the bass of his voice making your clit throb in time with each slow, deliberate syllable.
“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty lil cunt, bitch.”
You bristle in protest, trying to pull away, but Sukuna's grip on you doesn't budge. His fingers burn against your wrist—just his touch alone was enough to ignite you, the heat spreading fast, licking over your skin and threatening to consume you whole.
Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatens to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.
“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you snap back, biting words a reflex for a brat like you. “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole, but we—”
You didn’t get to finish.
In a blink, Sukuna is on top of you.
His tattooed hands seize both your wrists and pins them above your head, his body locking you in beneath him. The air shifts—charged, heavy, dangerous as his snarl scorches your cheek.
The red glow of Sukuna's four eyes sear into yours as they go wide with alarm. Your mouth dries instantly, heart pounding with the reality of who you just decides to sass finally sinking in.
And that maybe, just maybe, you'd fucked around a little too far… and were about to find out.
Sukuna, on the other hand, seems to delight in your panic.
“‘Eh? Triflin?” he says, mockingly, twisting your tone and slang into something cruel. “Me? Not the filthy slut begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he’s asleep? And then throwing a tantrum when I don’t?”
Fuck. So he had heard you earlier.
“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on a whim—and speak to me casually?” Sukuna's tenor is darker now as he hovers over you, “I’ve killed for far less.”
Sukuna is closer now. Too close. Yet aside from the bruising grip on your wrists, he still hasn't touched you.
But he doesn't need to.
The heat rolling off him, the sheer weight of his cursed energy, pressing into you from all sides making your nerves sing in horror for your impending doom—your body reacts all the same.
Fear and arousal tangles together into something volatile, something dangerous, churning in your gut like it might split you open from the inside if Sukuna didn’t do it first.
Your lip trembles as you shift restlessly beneath him.
Despite your best efforts, you are completely at his mercy once again.
“And Yuji?” Sukuna's words are like daggers into your heart as his breath brushes your lips.
Shakily, you exhale—only now realizing you’d even been holding it.
“You’re still this needy after he already gave you cock tonight? Tsk, tsk. You really are a brazen, greedy lil' whore, hm?”
He wasn’t wrong.
Not about you being a whore at least. That much, you couldn’t deny—not now, not like this.
But he is wrong to imply this was the same as being with Yuji.
Because when Sukuna takes over, Yuji’s face is where the similarities end. Sukuna is taller, more muscular and thicker in every way—his cock not excluded from that either.
The black markings stretch taut over the expanse of Sukuna's entire body, binding tight over powerful muscle and making him look infinitely more dangerous than Yuji ever could.
Even Sukuna's scent was different—darker, heavier. Almost as threatening as his presence and intoxicatingly masculine.
A pure predator.
Pouting, you know fighting Sukuna is pointless, like playing a losing game.
Still, part of you is pissed. He’d ignored you all night. Leaving you writhing in your own heat like you were nothing likely laughing at you all the while.
But now?
Now he's here.
And you are so close to getting what you need.
If it meant surrendering the last scraps of your dignity to finally get it?
So be it.
There wasn’t much left to protect anyway.
So you surrender completely—like the needy little bitch in heat that you are—appealing to Sukuna's ego.
“If you know I’m a whore,” you whispered, breath shaky, “then fuck me like one already, Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum, pleaseeeee…”
Your voice is all sugar-dipped desperation, each saccharine plea spilling from your lips like a twisted prayer.
And you hated it.
You hated humbling yourself like this.
Your cracks begin to show as tears of frustration finally spill from your eyes, sliding hot and silent down your cheeks.
Still, you blinked through them, locking eyes with him. Needing him to see just how much you want him—to see the desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being.
Of course, Sukuna sees it loud and clear.
The raw, aching desperation radiates from every inch of your trembling body—and it only makes the devious smirk across his face stretch wider.
Releasing your wrists, Sukuna's hand is around your throat faster than you can blink. His thick fingers curl tightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head swim as he leans down to lick up a trail of your tears.
“Tch. Even when you’re desperate and begging,” he murmurs, voice a low rasp against your skin, “you still can’t help but be an insolent lil' brat.”
Sukuna's breath ghosting over your ear makes you gush, especially as his tongue slides into your canal, slow and deliberate before retracting to scrape his teeth over your lobe.
And then—finally—the full weight of Sukuna’s naked body sinks onto yours, heat and muscle pressing you down into the mattress.
You moan at the blissful maddening contact, feeling the thick length of his cock twitch against your belly, heavy and hot.
His mouth trails lower, lips dragging down your neck, leaving behind a constellation of angry red marks—evidence you’ll be scrambling to hide come morning.
Arching into him instinctively, you grind against him, savoring every ounce of friction as waves of heat roll through your body.
But just as quickly as he gives you what you want—
He pulls away. “You should know by now, Y/N…
You gasp, your body jerking at the loss.
“—disobedient sluts get punished.”
Before the chill of his words can even settle, your world flips. Sukuna moves you effortlessly, draping you across his thick thighs at the edge of the bed.
The exact situation you are in not clicking until a loud smack reverberates in your ears and white hot pain blossoms across your left asscheck.
Smack.
You’re ready for the second, but it still forces a hiss from your teeth as the impact jolts through you, deeper than it should.
Smack.
By the third, a broken moan slips from your mouth before you can stop it.
Sukuna keeps going, unrelenting. Each strike leaves you more breathless than the last. Your body easily turning pliant and shaky over his lap.
Your tongue lolls as you pant, dazed from the relentless rhythm of his strikes.
Smack.
On the fourth, you grab his thigh for leverage and push yourself back toward his hand without thinking. The movement sends a jolt through your core that makes your body shudder.
“S‑Sukuna!”
His name tears out of you as the next strike lands directly on your pussy.
Already drenched from your arousal and earlier romp with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit makes is absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well.
You can feel how much he’s enjoying this from the way he holds you in place. And the need for him to finally take you is unbearable.
“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slur, jumbles as you writhed against the bulge thickening beneath you.
“Fuck you, slut?” Sukuna drawls, mocking your desperation with a wicked grin.
Another soggy smack rings out from your pussy.
Your eyes roll back as your teeth sink into your lower lip—hard enough to draw blood, not that you’d even notice.
“Not when you address me so casually...”
Smack.
“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.”
Smack.
Smack.
SMACK.
Each strike to your swollen clit knocks the breath from your lungs, your face flushing with raw, burning shame.
“Hn… we’ll have to fix that, won’t we, Brat?”
And with that Sukuna plunges three thick fingers into your messy cunt, pulling a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks in surprise.
His fingers gliding-in effortlessly thanks to how pathetically wet you are, pumping into you with a punishing rhythm.
Your cries and whines far on deaf ears, Sukuna already knows how much you fucking love his fingers. They reach deeper than your own fingers ever could—faster, rougher, more reckless than Yuji has ever dared to be.
True to his word, Sukuna fucks every last trace of Yuji’s cum out of you, pulling it from your body like he’s reclaiming what’s his while you come undone, unraveling completely across his lap.
“Did I not make it clear last time,” Sukuna growls low in your ear, “who this sloppy hole belongs to?”
You can't even process the question—mind blank, body twitching, mouth open and silent, utterly ruined.
Your breathy moans and the ASMR from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.
Vision spotty, you're closer to attaining release with every rough scrape of his fingers. The tension in you pulling taunt like a rope as Sukuna abuses the little bundle of nerves inside you.
Toes curling, your entire body strains for release.
Almost there.
“Ah—s‑so clo—” you manage to gasp, your mind focused on nothing but coming.
And then—he stops.
Sukuna’s fingers go still inside you, an evil laugh barking from him.
“I fucking hate repeating myself, brat. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”
The sudden loss burns and you want to sob, the need to cum swallowing every rational thought in your head.
Any attempt you make to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers are thwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.
He has you exactly where he wants you.
“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.
“Hm?” Sukuna one is skeptical, testing. He doesn't think you fully understood just yet who owns you.
“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”
You shake your head vigorously, tears splashing onto his thigh.
“N‑no,” you sniffle out.
“What was that, slut? Speak up.”
Sukuna's voice is harsh—but his fingers begin moving again. Slowly, in agonizing circles that make your back arch.
It's maddening.
“I won't! I-I won’t let Yuji come in your pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”
The words spill out without thought. You’d say anything right now for release.
And Sukuna knows it, a real bastard for actually making you say it though.
Sukuna pauses—and suddenly laughs.
It almost sounds like it’s meant for someone else, but you can’t think long enough to question it before his fingers press deeper, harder than before.
Your eyes roll back again as pleasure wipes your mind clean.
His thumb joins in, grazing lower, teasing a place no one has ever touched before.
“Oh—o‑oh god—” you sob, eyes squeezing shut.
The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense.
Not even Yuji had touched you there before.
The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.
“Yesyesyesyes!” you sigh out like a mantra.
Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.
“Shit- That's it." Sukuna murmurs with dark amusement. "Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”
As if your body actually needed his permission, those words are what finally breaks the dam inside of you.
You cum with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure, the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over, dissolving into pure noise.
Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. But Sukuna’s fingers don't stop, they continue to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.
Your chest heaves constricted against his lap and your legs are still trembling but you know he is far from finished with you.
His fingers slide out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop.
“On your knees, slut.”
Sukuna’s gruff command booms and you move quickly, not daring to test his patience this time. You could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received, your legs jelly as you slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom.
Once you steady yourself, you look up.
Sukuna is now manspread, legs reclining wide on you and Yuji's shared bed like it was his throne. Reclining the view he offers you is delicious, his tatted, hard cock, catching your eye like a beacon.
Your lips part as your gaze drops to him. The flushed tip of his cock bobs slightly with each slow breath he takes, a bead of precum trailing down and streaking across his stomach.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain.
You know what he expects now. You’ve just… never done it for him before.
Sukuna’s size is intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. On his previous visits Sukuna would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight.
Tonight feels different.
You’re not sure why—but the thought sparks something defiant inside you. A small, reckless flicker of the brat he’s always accusing you of being.
A sudden urge takes hold—to see how far you can push him.
To test how much control he’s really willing to give you.
You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him.
The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you.
And that’s when you decide—it’s a risky game to play, but you want a little payback.
For ignoring you for days.
For breaking your favorite toy.
For making you beg.
And, most of all, for turning you into a moraless slut who still aches for him to ruin you all over again.
“Put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, whore." Sukuna growls, baring his canines at your stalling. "If I left now, that sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.”
You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions.
Oh, he wouldn’t dare leave you now.
And if he wants head? Then you’ll give the King Asshole of Curses the nastiest, sloppiest toppy you can muster.
Mind set, you wet your lips, making careful eye contact with him through moist, batting lashes.
Slinking up between his legs, your hands caress his calves, skimming upward with feather-light touches over his thighs.
Your tongue lingers on the inside of his thigh, lapping up the mess of your own juices that still stain his lap—never once breaking eye contact.
It’s faint, but you swear you hear Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.
Rising to your knees, you settle yourself in close, pressing between his legs until his heavy cock nestles between your breasts.
He holds a strong poker face, but you see it—the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the deeper drag of his breath.
He wants this too.
It gives you back a sliver of the nerve you lost feeling just how massive he really is.
Still meeting his gaze, you flash him a sweet smile, then part your lips and let a slow string of spit fall from your tongue—thick and heavy, like honey—onto his cock.
The wetness flowing from your mouth is instantly cooled by air as it leaves your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.
Wasting no time, you gather the mixture of drool and precum now slick between your tits and begin to move them slowly up and down his massive length.
Indulging yourself, you squeeze your neglected nipples and moan, head fuzzy with lust, wishing it was your pussy—not your tits—smothering his cock.
Your jaw stays lax, mouth open and dripping, letting more saliva slide freely onto him as your eyes stay locked on his.
Sukuna’s just about to snap at you—ready to call you a cockteasing whore—when, as if sensing the insult forming, you finally break eye contact.
You lower your head and take his cockhead between your lips, while your tits continue to work his shaft.
Your tongue swirls over the slit at his tip, lewdly slurping up the precum gathering there.
Sukuna’s hand shoots into your hair.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
His claws dig into your roots with a grip that borders on painful—but it only urges you on.
You lick, kiss, and slobber your way down his length, taking him deeper with every stroke.
Sukuna grunts. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you.
He’s broken many before—twisted them, corrupted them. But he can see it in your eyes now: your eagerness isn’t submission. It’s defiance.
His earlier punishment didn’t tame you.
It lit a fire.
He thought you’d pout, whine, maybe shrink away from sucking his cock like the spoiled pillow princess you are with Yuji.
Not attack it like it’s your last breath of air.
Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat.
The King of Curses would never admit it out loud, but your brattiness turns him on.
It always has.
He watches you from within Yuji—every slick comment when something doesn’t go your way, every pouty protest when you're denied what you want.
And Yuji? He gives in every fucking time.
It infuriates Sukuna that brat never puts you in your place.
The kid is too pussy-whipped to see the truth—that he has a filthy, devious lil whore on his hands, just begging to be turned out and used like a proper fucktoy.
Sukuna stifles a groan, resisting the urge to tilt his head back when he feels your soft fingers trail down and gently cup his heavy sack.
You fondle him, teasing, while your mouth works lower over his cock. Your hand pumps the base as your tits press around the shaft, your lips stretching to take him deeper.
He can’t let this go on.
He won’t be undone by you.
Your brattiness entertains him—but his pride won’t allow you to hold the upper hand for long.
Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stands.
Then—one rough thrust of his hips—
He slams his cock up next to your tonsils.
You gag immediately, choking as your hands scramble for leverage against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward.
The motion forces you to take him to the hilt, your jaw stretched painfully wide. Tears spill down your cheeks as his cock fills your throat, leaving barely any room to breathe.
“Now, now, silly whore.” Sukuna chides, watching you flail weakly against him.
“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”
Your throat—stretched raw and helpless—is being fucked without mercy, your face is shoved deeper into his crotch causing his course pubic hair to scratch at your cheeks and the and the pungent scent of his arousal floods your nostrils.
Combined with the lack of oxygen, it makes your head spin.
You croak out a moan as you gag even harder on his cock.
The vibrations travel down his shaft, and Sukuna growls, driving himself deeper with a brutal thrust, stuffing more of his length into your already-overstretched throat.
Your jaw aches like hell—but it’s nothing compared to the jealous ache in your weepy cunny.
Your pussy flares with phantom need, syncing up with every vicious thrust into your mouth, like your body’s begging to be filled again.
The roughness only turns you on more.
Trying to ease the pressure, your nails dig into his hips instead—scratching red welts into his skin as your body instinctively claws at him.
“Take it, woman. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.”
Sukuna's snarl wraps around you just as his cock pulses violently in your throat. A few more deep thrusts—and he comes.
His curses spill into the air as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly.
Sukuna doesn’t let go of you until he feels your throat milk the very last drop from him.
When he finally rips you off his cock you are collapsing onto the floor, coughing hard, spit and seed dripping from your lips as you gasp for air.
Despite all your earlier bravado, you weren’t ready—not for the size, not for the depth, and definitely not for the overwhelming heat and weight of him as he spilled his essence inside your tummy.
“Brats like you never follow instructions properly, do they?” Sukuna sneers.
You want to flip him off for nearly suffocating you—but all you manage is a sharp glare as your hands rub at your throat, trying to soothe the sting.
“Tch. Cumming just from getting your face fucked—and without permission, too?” Sukuna scoffs, that smug grin spreading across his face. “You still don’t deserve any dick.”
You stare up at Sukuna in disbelief, your brows knitting together. “Y‑You’re kidding me,” you cough out, voice hoarse.
As far as you’re concerned, you’ve more than earned it.
Sukuna chuckles at your reaction.
Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumps his cock slowly as he gives you a once-over.
He’s made an utter mess of you.
Stray strands of your disheveled hair cling to tear-streaked cheeks. Cum dribbles down from the corners of your mouth and chin, and every attempt to wipe it only smears it worse across your face. Your chest heaves, glistening with sweat and whatever else he’s coated you in, while that disobedient pussy of yours is leaking a wet spot onto the floor where you sit.
Just filthy.
He could deny you further if he wanted.
Tease you longer.
Make you beg.
He knows how much you hate that—which only makes that much more delicious.
But denying you would also mean denying himself.
You rose to the challenge of sucking him off with such filthy enthusiasm that it’s making him impatient now—to see you ruin yourself even more on his cock.
And his cock, twitching harder as he watches your sullied form, clearly agrees.
“Slut, if that nasty pussy of yours want to cum on my cock, she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.” Sukuna says, shifting back on the bed to fully recline, eyes never leaving you.
You nod silently, your voice still too raw to answer.
It’s not the position he usually has you in—Sukuna likes you face-down, ass up, bent to his will—but if this is a punishment, you’ll take it.
Gladly.
You’d take any position, so long as it ends with his cock inside you.
Crawling over his massive frame, you straddle him, letting your palms run across the taut planes of his abs. Your fingers trace the dark ink of his tattoos as your slick pussy begins to grind against the length of his cock.
The feeling is incredible.
His thick girth parts your folds, dragging perfectly against your clit and causing you to quiver with every slow, sinful grind.
“On with it already, pillow princess,” Sukuna smirks, landing a sharp slap to your ass. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.
You yelp, clenching in response. Your ass is still sore from earlier, but Sukuna never lets you enjoy anything for long—not unless it's on his terms.
“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snap, your brattiness flaring again.
Still, you don’t resist. You align his cock to your entrance, giving him a few pumps, coating him in your gooey slick.
A part of you fully expects him to flip you over and choke you for that backtalk—to slam you into the mattress and fuck you breathless.
But when you glance up?
He’s transfixed.
His gaze is locked onto your pussy as it slowly lowers over him, watching as your cunt attempts to swallow him whole all on her own.
“Then just fucking do it, whore,” he growls, giving your cheeks another hard smack.
Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.
You want to glare at him but you are too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.
Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.
You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in and your tears are already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick.
“Aw… am I too much for the little brat?” Sukuna taunts lazily. “And here I thought I was going to get fucked.”
“I am,” you whine through clenched teeth.
You’re drenched. Prepped. Already stretched from his fingers. And it’s still this hard.
You lean more of your weight onto him, trying to adjust your angle—but the movement only makes his cock slip slightly back out.
“Too slow.” Sukuna snaps, firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you.
The scream Sukuna’s cock rips out of you is raw—loud enough that it should wake the whole neighborhood, but you aren’t capable of thinking about anything other than Sukuna splitting you open right now.
His blunt tip slams deeper inside you, knocking straight into your cervix. Your back violently arches as all the breath is stolen from your lungs, your vision goes dark for a moment as your body reels from the force of it.
Trembling, you fall forward onto his tattooed chest, too much, too fast, of what you’ve been begging for all night hits you all at once.
Your walls fiercely clamp around Sukuna’s length, squeezing so tight his dick felt it might snap off. He couldn’t stop the growl that echoes from his throat at the intensity.
“Shit bitch—did you just cum again!?”
“S’your f-fault,” you slur with a breathy sigh, wiping drool from your chin.
Pushing yourself upright, you shakily begin to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine.
Your whole body buzzes from the orgasm. You’re overly sensitive—but it’s still not enough.
You need more.
Leaning back, you grip his thighs for support and pick up your pace as you recover, until you’re rocking hard against him.
The angle has you taking him fully, each movement dragging him through you. You’re putting on a show without even realizing it, and Sukuna watches, drinking in the sight of you falling apart on his cock.
Your tits bounce wildly with every motion while your cunt greedily sucks him in deeper, ignoring the sting of the stretch in favor of the pleasure flooding through you.
“That’s it, brat. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”
Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly.
“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good”, y you groan, the sensation pulling another gush from you that slicks his cock, creating a white ring of fluids at his base
–Sukuna grits his teeth and adjusts his hips, thrusting up into you deeper.
Watching him beneath you—seeing the pleasure written across his face because of what you’re doing—sends a surging rush of power through your body. Sitting up straighter, your hands slide over his as they clutch at your breasts before settling on his forearms for balance.
Each thrust makes your pussy flutter. Every nerve feels lit on fire.
You’re not just playing with fire.
You’re dancing in it.
And it makes you feel higher than anything ever has.
Fucking him like this had to be a drug.
You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy lil’ whore and you wanted him to give you even more.
“I—I—I w‑wan‑t…” you start, but the words fall apart as your focus slips. You’re drifting again, pleasure threatening to swallow you whole, but you still have one more thing you want before you go over the edge, one more trick up your sleeve.
“Yes? Use your words, brat. Tell your King what his lil’ slut wants.” Sukuna purrs.
He sounds teasing enough, but the strain in his voice is unmistakable.
You lean into him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your ass
“K-kuna… d‑daddy… y‑your tongue… k‑kiss me,” you coo, putting on your sweetest, most pitiful babyface as you pout down at him, silently begging him to indulge you.
His eyes flash as you catch him completely off guard and tighten your legs around him just as he suddenly sits up.
Sukuna’s hand snaps around your neck again—but his hips never stop moving, fucking up into you..
Your eyes widen, not in fear—but excitement.
The thrill of pushing him, of testing how far you can go, sends a shiver down your spine. The danger of it all is intoxicating.
The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex. You lean into the hand at your throat, smiling faintly as your fingers trail over Sukuna’s arm—almost as if you’re inviting him to squeeze tighter.
Audacious.
Do you really get off on edging death? Sukuna could kill you now with the mere twitch of his muscle.
The urge to actually snap your neck rising hot and sudden in his chest.
You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine.
You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.
One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…
…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for.
One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving you what you wanted.
Truthfully you were all of those things.
He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It’s absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts.
Sukuna loosens his grip on your neck only to seize your jaw, pulling you closer.
“Open.”
You obey immediately, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue.
The second Sukuna tilts your head back you feel his spit land at the back of your throat.
“Swallow.”
You’re already doing it before the word fully leaves his mouth, savoring the taste of his thick heady fluids before sticking your tongue back out to show him you’ve taken it all.
“Good girl.” he mutters—and then his mouth crashes into yours.
The kiss is brutal, your teeth clashing as he devours your tongue, his lips rough and demanding. Even this is dangerous—his sharp canines nick your flesh, and you taste blood as it flows into his mouth.
You feel him groan into you as he drinks your spilled blood eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor. Not realizing how little air you’ve had until he finally pulls back, your blood smeared across his lips.
Sukuna chuckles at the dazed look on your face as you hang onto his shoulders. When you finally manage to inhale, you lean back in, your tongue sliding across his lips to taste yourself there.
“M-more…w-wanna c-cum Kuna daddy.” you mewl against his lips.
“More?” he muses, eyes glinting mischievously. “Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it.”
Sukuna’s breath fans across your face as kisses you again, rough and hungry.
One hand moves behind you—
And the next sensation hits you like a shockwave. The mouth on his palm opening and it’s tongue diving directly into your asshole.
You cry out as your body instinctively presses closer to him. The kiss breaks as you bury your face in his neck, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and keep his tongue from going deeper.
However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access. The devious grin on his torso widens as its thick tongue laps at your clit while Sukuna continues to fuck up into you.
“Don’t run from this, slut,” Sukuna grunts against your ear, the smirk audible in his voice. “Is this not everything you’ve been begging for?”
You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy.
“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you, whore?”
Sukuna’s taunts travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.
His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him.
“Uh‑h… uh‑huh…” you nod weakly, the only sounds you can manage dissolving into incoherent babble.
You’ve never felt your senses assaulted like this. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on the verge of combusting. The heat inside you spreads everywhere, turning your entire body hypersensitive.
“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck mockingly as he bites down enough to draw blood.
Your chest tightens as your stomach flutters.Your body betrays you completely.
Every trick you’ve tried on him tonight has backfired.
Every time you push him, he pushes back harder. Returns your energy 10 times more.
And you realize, finally, you’re never going to win this game.
The pathetic part is you don’t even know if you hate him for it… or are love-in with him.
Any sane thought you had is long gone. All that’s left is the overwhelming need for him to finish inside you, to fill you completely.
Claim you as his.
Sukuna swallows your scream as another crushing orgasm tears through you. Your body jerks violently against him, trembling from head to toe as the pleasure crests and spills over.
Your mind goes blank.
You collapse forward against him, tapping out as your senses fade into darkness.
You’re only out for a moment.
When you come back to yourself, you realize he’s moved you onto the bed. You’re on your stomach now, and he’s shifting behind you.
“I’ve fucked you stupid,” Sukuna chuckles. “Just look at you. Half unconscious and that pussy is still quivering for more.”
You can only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy.
“Hands and Knees.” Sukuna orders, not giving a fuck about you being tired. He let you have your fun, now it was time for his.
“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slur, you can’t possibly take any more of him at this moment, you think you might actually break no matter how badly your treacherous pussy is screaming for more.
“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”
You groan. Your limbs feel like liquid, useless beneath you. You can’t push yourself up with your arms.
So you turn your head to the side, resting it on the pillow, and lift your hips into the air instead. Your hands reach back, spreading your messy pussy lips open for him.
Sukuna whistles softly at the sight of you open, his cum dribbling out of you.
“Look at you.”
His hand comes down in a sharp smack, and you whine at the sting.
“Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.” Sukuna’s evil laughter fills the room as he positions himself behind you, lining himself up once more.
His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, squirting down your sex and onto the bed.
Plowing into you once more Sukuna blesses you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over.
Sukuna only pauses after this fourth load, you in prone-bone now, flat on your stomach—only able to moan and gush more as he uses you just as you wanted.
You’re barely conscious. Sukuna’s speaking but… not to you? You’re confused and then your blood turns absolutely icy at The Curse King’s next words that crush you.
“See, Yuji?” Sukuna says darkly. “When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”
𝓪𝓷: lol this is like a trip down memory lane. honestly i want to write more fics about sorcerer reader trying to date sukuna in yuji body lmfao, not like cheating next time but just like dating them both jsdfbjhsd. like what if sukuna had decided to just live on inside yuji? how would they both pull bithes hjfsbhdkkfhbhjvsd. thots to ponder lol.
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼? then please 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 or 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! you can also join my gen. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 or contribute to the 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨$𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝.
you love it when sukuna praises you while he’s buried deep in you !
you’ve always been a slut for sukuna’s praises.
the tiniest “good girl” when you plate dinner just how he likes it already has your thighs squeezing together. a soft “you did so well today, baby” murmured against your temple after a long day makes your heart stuttering and your cunt throbbing like it’s been edged for hours.
but when he’s actually inside you? when that stupidly big cock of his is splitting you open and his voice drops low to talk you through it? you turn into something helpless and downright pathetic.
right now , he’s got you folded in half beneath him, knees shoved up near your ears, your smaller frame swallowed by his sheer size. beefy arms caged around you. his heavy balls smacks wetly against your ass with every brutal plunge and your poor pussy keeps fluttering like it’s trying to suck him deeper. your slick coats his shaft in thick, milky rings that smear down to his balls and drip onto the sheets in sticky webs. every time he bottoms out, you could feel the fat tip bruising your cervix so hard you see sparks behind your eyelids.
“look at that pussy,” he rasps, voice all gravel. he swipes his thumb through the mess where you’re stretched taut around him. “she sure loves it, huh? clenching so fuckin tight every time i tell her she’s good.”
you try to answer but it comes out a slurred whimper, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. your head tossing side to side, earning a chuckle from him.
“nah-uh, keep those pretty eyes on me.” two thick fingers grip your chin, focing your glassy gaze back to his face. “wanna see that cute face while you take dick.”
you slurred again, your drooly mouth opening into a silent scream everytime he gaves you a hard thrust.
“use your words. c’mon, talk to me, baby”
“ryooo... ahhnn s’too—mmnghh” the words melt into a broken sob when he snaps his hips harder, bullying that ridge right against the spot that makes your toes curl.
“too much?” he coos, almost sweetly. but then he plants both feet flat on the mattress, angles his hips down and starts pounding so deep your tummy bulges with every thrust, making you let out a broken wail. “you can take it. you always do. you’re my good girl, yeah? always so perfect f’me.”
your cunt spasms hard at the praise, gushing another slick wave that squelches loudly around his fat girth. he groans at the feeling, pulls out halfway just to watch how your hole tries to cling to him, then slaps the heavy length of his cock against your swollen clit— once, twice— before shoving back in with a single punishing stroke.
“holy— mmmnghhh...!” you wailed, your legs shaking violently against your shoulders.
“fuck— thereee we go,” he rasps, eyes glued to the way your pussy creams for him. “creaming so much you’re making a mess of my cock, baby. hear that? listen to how wet you are. such a good girl for me.”
you can’t even form a sentence anymore. just pathetic little whines while tears bead on your lashes.
he leans down to lick a slow stripe up your cheek to catch one that escapes, then presses the softest forehead kiss there like he isn’t currently rearranging your guts. like it’s just another day to him.
“can’t even talk properly anymore, huh?” his voice is so gentle it almost sounds cruel. “dick’s got my girl all dumb and drooly. s’okay. just let me fuck you properly.”
he shifts again, one massive hand splaying over the little swell in your lower belly where he’s pressing in so deep you swear you feel him in your throat. the other hand finds your already swollen clit, rubbing it in messy, firm circles until your thighs shake violently and another orgasm rips through you without warning.
your vision whites out for a second. your pussy clamping down like a vice around his pistoning cock, making him hiss between his teeth.
“that’s it— shiit— milk me just like that,” he growls. “gonna give it to you, yeah? fill this greedy little cunt up.”
he doesn’t slow down. if anything he goes harder, chasing his own release with short, punishing thrusts that make your sore walls ache in the best way. “shit, you feel so fucking good— fuck, i could fuck this cunt for hours.”
then he buries himself to the hilt, hips stuttering, and pumps you full. thick spurts of cum painting your insides until it’s too much— until it leaks out around his cock in creamy rivulets even while he’s still twitching inside you.
he stays like that for a long minute, breathing hard against your neck, letting you feel every pulse.
eventually he eases out with a wet sound that makes you whimper at the sudden emptiness. his cum dribbles from your puffy gaping hole, mixing with your own slick, pooling beneath you.
sukuna hums low in his throat, almost pleased.
he drags two fingers through the mess between your thighs, scoops up a thick glob of cum, then pushes it back inside you slow and deliberate. your overstimulated cunt flutters weakly around the intrusion.
“keep it in,” he murmurs against your temple, voice soft now. “gonna plug you up later so none of it wastes.”
then he gathers your boneless body against his chest, one arm banded around your waist, the other stroking lazily through your damp hair. his lips brushing your forehead again gently.
“did so good f’me,” he whispers, barely audible. “my perfect girl.”
i lowkey hate this but i rly want to post sumth today so yup!
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, Elvis being a bit dominant, reader being bratty, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming
Word count: ~1.2k
This is a sequel to Daddy Likes His Coat.
Kinktober Masterlist
In between tours in 1972, Elvis settles into Graceland like a hermit, but he has you there with him. He assures you you're the only company he needs. And you know why. He can't go anywhere these days without being mauled by fans. When he was younger, it didn't bother him so much. He even enjoyed it. But now he just wants to be left alone to live his life.
You're a little bored with being stuck in the house, but you'd never tell him that. One Sunday afternoon you wander around the house looking for him. You're wearing one of his pajama shirts and nothing else, having just woken up from a nap. The house is weirdly quiet, but a lot of the guys spend Sundays with their families, so you figure he's alone. Finally, you find him.
He's in the TV room with three different football games playing on the three TVs. You walk up to him cautiously and run your fingers in his hair. He holds the back of your thigh but doesn't take his eyes off the TVs.
"Daddy, I'm bored."
"You're such a brat, little one. Wanting constant attention." He still won't look at you. You roll your eyes and scoff. Then, you knock the remote onto the floor.
"Oops." You bend over right in front of him, giving him a full view of your pussy. He doesn't acknowledge you, but he definitely notices. He's just not quite ready to give into your brattiness yet. You huff and slam the remote on the table. Again, he ignores you. Still, his dick twitches in his pants as it begins to harden.
"God, you're a needy little thing." He mumbles. You pick up his hand and suck two of his fingers into your mouth and then move down and push them up inside you. He pumps them a few times and then pulls them out, lazily licking them. He knows that will drive you insane. You put your hands on your hips and glare at him.
"Daddy. Am I really less interesting than football?" You pout and still he pretends to ignore you. Secretly, he's hard as a rock watching your little display.
"Cleveland is about to score, baby. I can't pay attention to you right now." You roll your eyes and go to walk away, but he grabs you and pulls you into his lap. "You're a menace, little one. You and this needy pussy." He runs his hand up your thigh and starts to play with your clit. You roll your head back and moan loudly. His hands go to his zipper and you try not to squeal with excitement. "I'm gonna fill her up and see if you'll leave me alone then."
He rearranges you and pulls you down to sink your pussy onto his cock facing away from him. He grunts softly, but doesn't stop watching the game. You start to move on him and he grabs your hips to hold them still.
"Distracting, honey. Stop." He holds you in his lap with his dick so far inside you, but doesn't move. The feeling of him deep in your pussy makes you want to scream, but you try to keep your composure.
Then, Cleveland scores. He yells and bucks his hips and you almost cum right then and there.
"Daddy..." You moan loudly as he holds you on his cock.
"A minute and thirty left in the game, honey. I'll fuck you when it's done. Unless you move too much and then I'll leave you unsatisfied."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?" His hips buck once, but he stops and leaves you begging for more.
"Please. Please daddy...." You whine and whimper and squirm on his lap. You try to stand up off of him to turn and straddle him, but he holds you in place on his lap.
"Did daddy say you could move?"
"Please..." You hiss as your orgasm approaches.
"Game's almost over, baby. Tell daddy what you want." The clock reads :32 seconds left. You pray it'll be over quickly.
"I want you to fuck me!" You moan loudly. He just chuckles and runs his fingertips up and down your back as he continues to fill your pussy completely.
"You'll sit here until daddy is ready, or you'll go to bed alone tonight." You whimper and wiggle and try to get more friction as he watches the game. Finally, he pulls his hand back and smacks the side of your ass, hard. The sting reverberates through your body straight to your center and you moan. "What did I say?"
"Yes, daddy. I'll be still." You whine, nibbling on your bottom lip, but you don't move again. The Browns score another touchdown and you whimper softly as he celebrates. But there's a flag and they call it back. He sits up and starts yelling and gesturing wildly at the TV. You almost scream with the sensation of him finally moving inside you, your orgasm so close you can feel the edge of it. You whisper quietly.
"Elvis, please..."
"Oh you brat, you. This little pussy just can't handle not being fucked. Is that it?"
"Please..." You hold onto his knees and almost burst into tears. He realizes he's pushed you far enough and softens, pulling you back against him and kissing your neck tenderly. His voice is gentle as he whispers in your ear.
"You want me to fuck you, baby?"
"Yes, yes please!"
"Turn around, doll." You do as you're told and turn to face him and straddle his hips. He pulls you down onto his dick and watches over your shoulder as the game ends and the Browns win. After what feels like forever, he looks up into your face and cups your cheek with his hand. "My pretty baby. So needy, but I yove her. Go ahead and get what you came down here for."
You giggle with delight and start to move on him as he grabs your hips, his cock hitting your g-spot with every bounce and roll. You moan and press your forehead against his and whisper.
"Fuck."
"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?"
"All over your dick, daddy."
"Good girl." He rubs on your clit with his thumb a bit to really send you over the edge and you shudder and pulse on him as your orgasm washes over you. He groans with the sensation of your walls squeezing him. You sigh, satisfied, and then kiss the end of his nose.
"Mmmm, your turn now, daddy. How do you want it?" He grabs your chin in his hand and kisses you. Then he mumbles against your lips.
"I want this dirty little mouth, baby. The next game is on and you're in my way." You can tell by his tone that he's joking, mostly, so you smile and climb off of him, settling between his knees. He shifts his hips to give you better access and then groans as you take him in your mouth. You go to work licking and sucking and swirling your tongue over the tip of his cock. He loves it when you do this. You're the best head he's ever had and he grunts as his climax approaches. The football games play on the TVs behind you, but somehow he forgets to watch.
A/N: You all were so nice, I had to continue! I've got this one and the next one ready to go. Hope you enjoy this one!
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, oral sex, 69
It's the night before Elvis begins filming for the Singer special. You can tell he's nervous as fuck by the way his hands shake as he undresses you. It's not you that he's worried about; you've been together too long for that to be the case. No, this is about his fear that he's not the man he used to be. He hasn't performed for a live audience in a very long time. What if they hate him? What if they don't clap? What if this whole thing is a terrible idea?
You can see all these questions as they run through his mind, his body determined to prove his worth tonight. He drags his tongue from the hollow of your collarbone up to your ear and nibbles, breath hot in your ear.
“Wanna try something new tonight, honey.” He growls against your cheek. You nod and moan softly.
“Whatever you want, daddy.” That earns you a deep grunt.
“C’mere. Sit on my face.” He gives you a mischievous grin and a smile slides across your lips. This isn't new.
“Not like that. Face the other way.” Now you're confused.
“Huh?” Your brain tries to make sense of what he's asking for.
“Just do it, baby. Sit on me, but turn and face my body and not the headboard.”
“Okay…” You know better than to argue with him, so you move into the position just as he said. Once you've got a knee next to each of his ears, he groans at the sight of your pretty little pussy hovering just above his mouth.
“Now lean over. And… um…” He’s Elvis Presley. God of sex. And he's stuttering over the words to ask you to suck his cock. It might be the cutest thing you've ever encountered. He bucks his hips a little to ask without asking. You giggle softly and lean over, using your hand to push his foreskin back, and then run your tongue across the head of his dick. “Yeah, like that. Fuck.”
You open your throat and push him in as deep as he’ll go, bobbing up and down on him. He moans and then wraps his arms around your thighs. You're deeply focused on what you're doing when all of a sudden you gasp and your eyes fly open. The sensation of him licking your clit causes you to pull off his dick and moan.
“Don't stop, baby.” He whispers before pushing his tongue into your slit.
“Fuck, I'm not sure I can!”
“Yes, c’mon.” You whimper and try to sink your mouth onto his cock again. He groans into you, and you try to focus on what you're doing, but what he's doing is insanely distracting. Still, you try to lock in and start to really work him with your mouth. As soon as you do, he stops, obviously unable to keep going too. You back off a bit and he slowly starts to give your pussy soft little obviously-distracted licks. Finally, you hear him sigh.
“Honey, this ain't gonna work, is it?” The absurdity of the situation strikes you and before you know it, a laugh comes tumbling out of you. He tries to stay serious, but he can't. It doesn't take him long to start laughing too. You lean forward and rest your forehead on his thigh, trying to catch your breath as you giggle. He rolls you sideways off of him, and you collapse on the bed, clutching your stomach.
“N-no… I don't think it will!” You manage to squeak out between gasps. The two of you lay there next to each other for a while, just laughing your asses off until he rubs his eyes and sighs.
“Goddamnit, I was trying to be so hip and sexy.” And then he's not laughing. He's serious, his head turned away from you, staring off into the distance. You automatically sit up.
“Hey. Elvis, look at me.” He reluctantly looks back at you, eyes shiny and wet.
“You're not sexy because of some outrageous sex move. You're sexy because you're you.”
“I dunno, baby… I just…” The words get caught in his throat as he watches you move and settle on your knees between his thighs.
“Elvis, you are the sexiest man I've ever met.” You lean over and pull his half-hard cock into your mouth. He stifles a moan as you suck him, your hand cradling his balls as you work. When you pull back again, his dick bounces, fully hard. “I'm the luckiest woman in the world because I get to do this, see you like this, have you like this.”
“Honey–”
“No. It's true. You'll see it when you walk out onto that stage tomorrow. You're not just sexy. You're powerful. Strong. Capable. Worthy.” He swallows hard and nods as you lick across the head of him again. “Let me show you what you deserve.”
And then you lower your lips to him and kiss the base of his shaft softly. He lets out a small moan that turns to a grunt as you pull him fully into your mouth again, letting his cock touch the back of your throat. Your hands run up and down his thighs as you work him and he reaches down to pull your hair back so he can watch. You look up at him with your mouth full and he sighs.
“God, you're perfect.” Then he leans his head back against the pillows and lets you push him over the edge, emptying himself in your mouth as his hips buck and he pulses against your tongue. You swallow everything he gives you and then sit back.
“Do you believe me?” He sits up and grabs you, not hard, just purposefully, and pulls you against his chest.
“Yeah, honey, I do. Thank you.” You look up at him and he presses his lips to your forehead. “I can do this. Right?”
“Yes. You can. And you will.”
“And they'll see me?”
“If you let them.”
“I will. But not like this.” He smiles softly and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “This is just for you. Only you. Always.”
Tomorrow on stage, he'll be reborn as the king of rock n roll. But tonight, he's only and always yours.
your hands search his back, nails scraping over tender flesh, feeling the muscles contract as they dig into his skin.
‘you’re scratchin’ me up, honey.’
he complains but you can’t respond, the feeling of his hands on your hips slowly pushing you down is enough to keep you quiet forever. nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck all you can do is whine pathetically in his ear.
‘god love it…’
he whispers gently as the last inch disappears inside of you, sliding in with a soft pop making you cry out. much too full for comfort, you silently beg him not to move yet, the tenderness of your cunt and throbbing of your clit is too much to bear. when his hips begin to buck ever-so slightly your nails dig into his back, arms wrapped as much as they can be around him—
‘you’ve gotta take it, honey.’
‘i c-can’t elvis...’
you finally muster and he laughs, a gentle soft chuckle before he moves you gently, his hand moving from your hips to the bottom of your thighs. cupping the flesh carefully he allows you to roll your head to face him- his plush lips placing a soft kiss on your nose as he grips harder on your skin.
‘up n’ down.’
he coos, bouncing you lazily. your heart pounds heavy and hard against your chest- breath hitching with every gentle thrust. you're trembling, quivering beneath his touch, your limbs turning to jelly as he slowly works you open, savoring your sweet ache. every nerve ending screams, hyperaware of the slightest graze of his fingertips, the whisper of his coarse hair against your inner thighs.
'just a lil' more, babydoll.'
your breath catches, hitching on a sharp gasp as his thick length hits a spot so deep you feel like you're floating- you're addicted, desperate, needy in a way you've never been before. as the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your core until you're sure you'll shatter from the force of it, but his thrusts never falter, not even once. he grunts softly as your nails rake across his back, the sting of it sending a shiver down his spine. it's a delicious sort of pain, the kind that makes his blood sing and his cock pulse inside you.
'gonna...'
you whimper out and he shushes you, your cunt fluttering around him, velvety walls clinging to his girth as if trying to pull him deeper still. his thrusts become more needy, becoming more vocal his calloused fingers dip into your flesh as he bounces you faster, controlling your body as you whimper and whine patheticly.
'gonna fill ya' up...'
he moans, his body going rigid, back arching as he empties himself inside of you with guttural groan. pulse after pulse of hot seed fills you until you're dripping with his cum. spent, he collapses atop you, a sheen of sweat glistening on his chest as he struggles to catch his breath. instinctively, his hands move to cup your face, peppering soothing kisses across your flushed cheeks and brow. you are his entire world - the source of his pleasure and the very rhythm of his heartbeat.
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if anyone wants a tag for these short lil’ blurbs lmk, i’ll probably being doing a lot of these for the time being till’ i can get back into the swing of actual fics <3
A/N: This one was a struggle but I kind of love how it turned out. I hope you do too! Guess I better write the last 3... 😅
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, mirrors, oral sex, p in v sex
Elvis is buzzing with molten electricity tonight. The second you walk into his suite, he pulls you to him and groans, pressing his lips to the spot beneath your ear. He's positively humming with some kind of erotic energy and it's got you dripping within minutes.
You've been seeing him for a few months now, and it's been hot and heavy since the start, but this feels different. Special, in some way. With a short “mmh”, he pulls back and clicks his tongue, spinning you in a slow circle to look at your outfit. Your mini dress is glorified lingerie, but he knows you'd only wear it for him, so it turns him on even more. The fur coat you had on when you came in proves this is for his eyes only.
“You look good enough to eat, doll. Are you ready to see the surprise?” He grins mischievously. Ah, there's a surprise. That's what's got him all hot and bothered.
“Sure, baby. Show me.” You coo, kissing his chest where his silk shirt is unbuttoned. He inhales excitedly and then puts his hand on your lower back to guide you into the bedroom. You walk in first, not sure what to expect. Your eyes wander the floor, then the bed, but nothing seems different.
“Look up, honey.” He whispers in your ear, making your skin tingle. You do as you're told and then gasp when you see it.
The whole ceiling over the bed is a mirror.
“Elvis, what the hell?” You turn and look at him, trying to act annoyed, but what you are is unbelievably aroused.
“You are…” He pushes the strap of your dress off your shoulder. “...the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”
He pushes the other strap down and lets your dress fall to your feet. To his delight, this leaves you standing there in nothing but your heels.
“Goddamn, baby. You need to see yourself. I want to see all of you.” He gestures to the ceiling. “Mirror.”
“You did this for me?”
“For us.” And then he's on you, all hot kisses and sliding hands touching and squeezing. You moan and whimper as he presses his lips to every inch of your skin. Then, he slowly turns you and walks you backwards toward the bed. You sit on the edge, and he gently lays you down.
“Watch.” He settles on his knees in front of you, spreading your thighs and groaning when he sees your glistening pussy. You look up at the mirror on the ceiling, a little nervous at first, but the second he plunges his tongue into you, you lose the ability to be self conscious.
“Fuck, Elvis!” You glance down at him and catch him watching you as he works your clit with his mouth. He shakes his head and pulls back just enough to speak.
“No, baby. Look up. Watch how sexy you are when you come undone for me.” You nod and look back up at the mirror. Your eyes flutter closed and then pop back open as he licks and sucks you. He slides two long fingers into you and you gasp, biting your lip.
And then something happens.
The closer you get to your orgasm, you become addicted to watching yourself in the mirror. The way your cheeks flush and your chest heaves– he's right. It's really very sexy. You trail your fingers across one nipple and moan softly. He smiles into your pussy, satisfied that you're finally seeing what he sees. The blood rushes to your center and your face is washed in pleasure. You watch, enthralled, as your climax gets closer and closer, your thighs trembling and fingers clutching the sheets.
“Fuck… Elvis…” You whimper and sigh for him.
“That's it, baby.” And then your orgasm slams into you like a freight train and you watch as your face contorts in ecstasy and you cum harder than you ever have before. He groans and tongues you through it, curling his fingers just right to draw it out even more. Your whole body shudders and your eyes finally close as you lie there in rapture.
For a second, you just breathe and try to recover, but then you sit up slowly and find him standing between your knees, slowly stripping off clothing. When he's down to just his pants, you lean forward and palm his rock hard cock through the fabric. He moans and looks up at the mirror, watching as you lean forward and mouth him over his clothing.
“Fuck, doll. I need to be inside you. Now.”
“This first.” Then, you unzip him, freeing his dick from the confines of his pants, and lean forward to slip your lips over his tip. His eyes go wide as he watches the ceiling. It's unbelievably erotic to see all of you as you suck his cock.
When you're satisfied that he's good and hard, you sit up and move backwards on the bed, trying not to stare at yourself in the mirror. But then, he drops his pants and positions himself between your thighs, pulling your ankles onto his shoulders. He teases your entrance with the tip of his dick and you gasp.
“What?” He asks, voice gravelly with desire.
“Look.” You whisper. His eyes move up to the mirror and he grunts. The angle is perfect for you both to watch as he slowly rolls his hips forward and slides his cock into you.
“Goddamn, baby. Look at us.” He whispers almost reverently as he thrusts into you in deep, slow strokes. For a while, you both watch the place where you're joined, mesmerized by the gentle rhythm of your bodies.
And then, almost simultaneously, your eyes find each other. They lock into place and the air shifts. You're both looking in the mirror, but something has changed.
You're not just looking anymore. You're seeing. Both of you. Wide open and witnessed.
“Fuck, honey.” He whispers, holding your hips as he continues to drive into you, his eyes never leaving yours. “This is… you're…”
“I know.” You whisper softly. Your body has been open for him, but now it's like he's cracked open your soul and is looking into the deepest part of you. You stay locked like this as his thrusts become more erratic and his moans louder. He moves a thumb to your clit and makes circles on you as he pumps into you. You feel another orgasm approaching, but couldn't close your eyes if you wanted to.
“Fuck!”
“Elvis!” You moan together as your combined pleasure washes over you. Finally, the spell is broken and he collapses on top of you, both of you remembering to breathe again. After a few seconds, he pulls back and looks you in the eye.
Neither of you have words for what just happened, so instead, he just presses his lips to yours gently. Something settles in your chest like a warm, contented sigh. When the kiss ends, he rests his forehead on yours and closes his eyes. Your hands come up to touch his cheeks, and you finally find your voice, even if it is a shaky whisper.
“Is this what it feels like to be in love?” He sighs and nods without opening his eyes.
“Yeah, honey. I think it has to be.”
“Hmm.” You moan softly, and he opens his eyes. They're soft now, like he's seen a part of you he never expected and he intends to guard it with every fiber of his being. But he's let you see him, too, and there's no going back.
But there's not a goddamn thing in the world that would make either of you want to.
A/N: I was feeling some type of way earlier and I just wrote this half as a comfort to myself and half because people keep reading Daddy Likes His Football. So this is yet another part, but this one is a little... sweeter?
Here is part 1, and here is part 2.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie
Word count: ~1.3k
“Honey, what’re you doin’ in here?” Elvis cracks the door and peeks into the room you share. It's dark despite the sunset outside and as his eyes adjust, he sees the lump that must be you in the bed. “Are you asleep?”
“No.” You sigh deeply and roll over onto your side, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.
“You been up here all day?” You close your eyes and cringe internally. You have, in fact, been in this bed all day long and he's just now noticing. He's busy, you know that, and you're being a little overdramatic, but it still hurts. Especially in your current state of mind.
“Yeah.” It’s barely audible, so he walks further into the room, looking down at you in the bed. You have these moods sometimes, and hell, so does he, but this seems to be worse than normal. He stands and stares at you, trying to decide just how firm he wants to be with you. You're an angel when he gets like this, but quite frankly, he's a little annoyed. He buys you everything you could ever want, gives you whatever you need, and is only ever a little grumpy about it.
“What's the problem?” It comes out a little harsher than he intends and you flinch.
“I dunno, Elvis. I'm just… sad.” He wants to roll his eyes so badly, but he holds back.
“Honey, you have no reason to be–”
“I know that!” You snap at him for the first time ever and it completely catches him off guard. “But you don't either and I put up with your bullshit moods all the time!”
You have no idea where this anger is coming from. Elvis is the love of your life and taking care of him is your joy, even when he's down. But right now you just want to be left alone to wallow in self-pity.
He purses his lips and shakes his head. A sad mood is one thing, but you need to remember who you belong to.
“Enough.” In two strides, he's next to you, yanking the covers off of you unceremoniously.
“Elvis!” You holler, but he ignores you, picking up your body easily and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Ya been in bed long enough. No more feelin’ sorry for yourself.” He carries you to the bathroom as you kick and yell and pound on his back with your tiny ineffectual fists. You gasp as he plops you on the lid of the toilet and then walks to the shower to start it up.
“What are you doing?! I don't wanna shower!” He continues to ignore you, checking the temperature and coming back over to you to undress you. You protest verbally, but let him strip you naked.
“You always feel better when you're wet, one way or another.” He's not wrong. There are two things that'll cheer you up without fail: sex and water. Maybe it's the Pisces in you. And you don't seem to be too eager to fuck him, so he decides a shower is the next best thing. You scoff and harumph as he moves you under the water.
“This isn't helping.” You sound like a petulant child now and he does roll his eyes this time.
“Shut up and wait for daddy.” He starts to pull his clothes off as you stand in the shower pouting. Eventually, you feel him move in behind you and sigh despite yourself. The water does feel really good and knowing he's naked behind you is just enough of a distraction from your mood. You turn to face him and lean your head back into the stream of water, moaning softly. He suppresses a smile at how quickly you seem to be coming back to life. It comforts him to know that he knows you this well. His relationships are never easy, but with you it feels like it's worth whatever he has to put up with. You drive him crazy in the best way possible and he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone before. He puts his hands on your hips and moves closer to you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You like this?”
You're quiet for a bit, just enjoying the sensation of his hands and mouth on you, but eventually you sigh and whisper, “yeah.”
He puts your arms on his shoulders and presses his body against you. Thinking about how much you mean to him has his cock hard where it pushes against you.
“You want daddy to make it all better?” You nod, your bad mood completely forgotten as your center radiates heat on his leg. “Good girl.”
He turns and presses your back up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees in front of you. You moan loudly and your eyes roll back as he shoves his tongue into your pussy. Usually it's you on your knees, so this is a welcome change.
“Fuck, daddy…” Your hand goes to the front of his hair as he eats you like a man starved. His tongue swirls your clit and then he sucks on it lightly, determined to make you cum as quickly as possible. He slides his long middle finger up inside you, curling it against your g-spot as he licks you. You feel your orgasm approaching you and your legs tremble with anticipation. He feels your walls start to flutter and grumbles into you.
“Cum for daddy, baby.” You listen to him and moan again as your climax washes over you, pounding in your veins and lighting you up like a firecracker. He groans as he feels you pulse around his finger and then pulls back, standing up. You lean against the wall, shaking and panting as he lifts one of your legs and bends his knees to line his cock up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and let daddy fuck you until he fills up this sweet little pussy.”
“Yes, daddy…” You whimper as he pushes inside you, grunting. He holds the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your lips as he picks up a steady pace, fucking into you faster and harder as the shower water mixes with the sweat on both of your bodies.
“Whose baby are you?” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of you.
“Yours, daddy.” You moan, reveling in the power with which he slams into you.
“And does daddy love his baby?” He doesn't give you a chance to answer, pressing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he finally does pull back, he puts his forehead on yours, thrusting deeper into you. “Does he?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“And daddy will always take care of her and make her happy?” You nod furiously and he moans. “Fuck. Daddy loves you, baby.”
He closes his eyes and fills you one last time, trembling as he shoots you full of cum and you lose control, another release vibrating in between your hips. You slump against him and he holds you steady, kissing your forehead gently. The steam curls around you and for a while there is nothing but the sound of your breathing as your heart rate normalizes.
“I love you too.” You murmur against his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your temple. It's amazing how safe and at-ease you feel now, considering your mood from earlier. But that's just the effect he has on you, that you have on each other. He is your home, your peace. You love to tease him, but you'd never want to be without him. He reaches around you and converts the shower to a bath, laying down with you in his arms.
“You feel better?” He holds you, stroking your arm gently. You can be a real brat sometimes, but when it comes down to it, he wouldn't trade you for anything.
“Yeah. Thank you.” You sigh again and settle against him, snuggling into the hair on his chest.
He kisses the top of your head and smiles softly. “Any time, baby. Any time.”
" 's okay baby, shh shh shh.." he groans into your ear from behind as you write on the bed. "El-el I can't n-no m-" you begin before he slaps his hand around your mouth. "I told you honey jus l-lemme make you feel good.. huh? Please darlin...please?" He pleads as he rubs his thumb on your cheek and continues his rough thrusts.
