⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Oh, I don’t know. Between my mommy’s thighs while she grinds and uses my pretty face as her stress reliever? Her telling me how much of a good girl I am for letting her use me like a sex toy? Her forbidding me from touching myself because I should prioritize her pleasure over my own like a good girl? 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Jacob Tierney describes writing Shane’s autism with specificity in relation to Shane’s character, and how that sometimes manifests in his relationship with Ilya:
“With Shane’s autism, it’s really funny—we talked about it, and I know loads of people who are on the spectrum. And so I didn't really want to say anything about autism, I just was like, this is Shane. This is the way Shane does stuff. Because like, autism's too big. Autism is like love— there's lots of ways to love, and there's lots of ways to be autistic or for that to manifest.
And so it wasn't interesting to me—I don't have anything to offer here in the land of diagnosis. I just was like, this is the way I think Shane deals with stuff. I think that Shane loves explicit—It’s part of the reason he's in love with Ilya is Ilya gives him explicit instructions. That’s part of why he likes sex with him, because Ilya tells him what to do.
And that's a relief to Shane, you know. He loves that because then he doesn't feel like he's about to make a mistake. He comes at it from a place of inexperience and insecurity, and so if someone is telling you what to do, you’re like—okay well at least I can do this. He seems to want this, you know?... There is an element of just wanting to let go and be taken care of.”
A/N: i’m clearing out my notes app drafts and found this! also divider is made by me ♡ give creds if you use
Rafe’s grip on your hips is bruising, fingers digging into your skin like he’s staking a claim, pulling you back to meet every punishing thrust. The pillow swallows your cries, but he can still hear the desperate edge to them—high-pitched and needy, vibrating through the fabric as he drives into you harder. His breaths are ragged, a growl rumbling low in his chest, fueled by the cocaine buzzing through his veins and the sight of you sprawled out beneath him, all flushed and glistening with sweat.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, voice thick with lust, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggles with each brutal snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, sharp and relentless, and he smirks when he sees how your greedy little cunt clenches around him, sucking him in like you can’t get enough. He lifts a hand, bringing it down hard against your already-red cheek, grinning at the way you jolt and whimper into the pillow. “Takin’ it so good, huh? Bet you love this shit.”
Your hair’s a mess, sticking to the damp curve of your spine, and he reaches forward to tangle a fistful of it, yanking your head back just enough to hear one clear, broken moan spill from your lips before he shoves you back down. The bed creaks under his weight, the headboard thudding against the wall—a rhythm that’s probably echoing through the frat house, but he doesn’t give a damn. All he cares about is the way you’re trembling, thighs shaking as you squirm beneath him, chasing that edge he knows you’re dying for.
“Already thinkin’ ‘bout next time,” he mutters, more to himself, leaning down to nip at the shell of your ear as his pace turns feral, hips slamming into you with a force that’s all frustration and fire. “Gonna have you screamin’ my name ‘til you can’t fuckin’ take it.”
thinking of sub!simon riley who’s had scenes with doms but never experienced the aftercare. especially when he drops? he doesn’t know what it’s like to be taken care of.
simon’s sub drops eventually become uncomfortable for him, he feels helpless and that floaty feeling really.. really unsettles him. simon feels vulnerable, pathetic, and he absolutely tries to ignore that feeling.
it isn’t until simon ends up in price’s office where his ass being spanked purple by his superior because of insubordination and the urge to fuck his lieutenant.
“c’mon son, be good for yer pa and count.”
and ever the obedient sub, simon counts in hushed tones and whispers. simon can feel that floaty feeling from the back of his mind but he tries to ignore it— especially when his captain’s hands felt so goddamn good on his ass.
when price finally finishes punishing simon, his hand reaches over to fondle his lieutenant’s ass and simon is.. trying to leave.
simon is pulling his pants up, trying to shuffle out of there as quick as he could.
that warm and cloudy feeling in his brain was coming and he needed to get the fuck out.
except.. price didn’t let him.
“where d’ya think you’re going, simon?”
“back to my room, sir.”
“i don’t think so, son.” is all price says before dragging simon to his own room. simon who was originally uncomfortable with his subspace finds himself in the arms of price, who clearly knows how to take care of someone after a scene.
“so good for me, aren’t you, simon? my good fuckin’ boy..”
price is so goddamn sweet to him after all that, his hands caressing his lieutenant’s hair as he coos praises into his ear.
simon who.. melts and lets the drop take over him. he nods, he doesn’t resist. that floaty feeling has never felt better.
Synopsis: As the Empress of your kingdom and the wife of the Emperor, you are supposed to be honored and respected by all….except for one. He is Sukuna, the royal escort known for his brash nature, dirty mouth, skills in the bedroom, the tongue on his stomach, and his two cocks. You soon realize why this man is so popular among the elite when you visit him one night after a lackluster night with your husband.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Historically Inaccurate lol (w/ some historical terms used); Infidelity; Sex Worker!Sukuna; Drug/Alcohol Use; Coercion; Dubcon/Rape; Mean Dom!Sukuna x sub!Reader; Manipulation; Cheating/Infidelity; Homewrecker!Sukuna x Married!Reader; French Kissing; Dual Blowjob; Facefucking; 69ing; (kinda) True Form!Sukuna; DP w/ Two D!cks; Creampie + Analpie; Reader Cums 2x; Mild Aftercare
Word Count: 10.5k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Idk where this idea came from lmaoo. It just popped into my brain after picturing Sukuna with two cocks. Enjoy! -Jazz
The summer's night is steamy, wet, and quiet. It makes a mockery of your bedchambers which is quite the opposite of steamy and wet.
The only similarity your marital bed shares with this muggy summer's night in Sendai City in ancient Japan is the silence. You have never heard a more quiet night in your life, the only sounds the soft buzz of insects outside the sliding wooden door leading out into the backyard and patio.
You waste no time rising from the bed spread made from the finest satin, satisfaction and distaste deep in your loins. You cast a stare down at your slumbering husband, snoring softly into his pillow. He has never been more satisfied, rolling off of you after releasing his cum inside of you and quickly falling asleep.
No snuggling. No kisses. No "did you cum, my love?" Nothing for you. And you have grown tired of always taking care of yourself with your fingers. You sigh to yourself, placing your face in your hands.
You knew this would happen. And evidently, so did your dear friend or else she wouldn't have left you the address to your "remedy". You dig it out of your nightstand now, inked onto a slip of paper. You purposely locked your drawer for this reason. You don't need your husband snooping.
After memorizing the address, you crumble up the paper and rip it into tiny pieces before throwing it away. Then, quietly, you slip out of your marital bed and venture into the washroom to change. You change into a simple floral blue kimono not give yourself so much attention and slippers, brushing your hair before pinning it up into a simple bun.
Then, after being sure that your husband is sound asleep, you tip toe out of your bedchambers into the dark hall. A guard is posted there, standing at attention as all your guards do. There are always two: one inside your home and one outside near the gate to ensure no one tries to intrude and harm you.
You were hoping that your guard would have been posted somewhere else tonight so you could sneak out without being seen, but maybe you can use this to your advantage. Your guard blinks at you, looking tired. You're sure he is having stood here for hours. "Empress!" he quietly greets. "My Lady. Apologies, but what are you doing awake? Is something wrong?"
"Yes," you blurt before pausing, cringing at your slip. "I mean, no. I am appointing you to escort me to visit someone." You recover relatively quickly, something that was taught to you when being groomed to be the Empress.
Your guard's brow creases in confusion. "You are...visiting someone?" he carefully asks. "At this time of night? Forgive me as this may be out of turn, but I do not believe the Emperor would approve of this." He cuts his eyes to the double doors holding one of his bosses, also the one who hired him.
"Afraid of losing your position?" you question, a small smile curling onto your lips. Your guard withers, looking weary. "Not to worry; the Emperor will not know." You dig into your pocket then and hand him several gold coins. "And this is payment for your services." The young man stares at the coins in his palm in disbelief and quickly pockets them. "Allow me to escort you, my Lady," he abruptly says. "Please follow me."
He escorts you through the dark hall, down the winding staircase, and out into the night down the dirt road leading from your monstrous estate into the woods and the village. You are quiet, only a lantern lighting your way that the guard holds up for his and your eyesight.
With every step, you feel your gut twisting, your body itching to turn around and go back...but you don't think you can take another sleepless night where you are aroused and unsatisfied. Especially not after your friend came to you in your hour of need with a solution the week before.
You sat with her in your royal garden beneath cherry blossom trees, pink petals falling gently onto the tea table you sat at sipping tea and chomping on biscuits. You nearly shocked on one as she told you about her escapade that happened just a week prior one night, not believing a word she said. "Apologies, but what?" you asked in shock.
"A royal escort," she repeated with a scoff but not unkindly. "Were you not listening to anything I said?" She reached for the tiny bottle sitting beneath the table that she stored there earlier: aged Sake.
"Perhaps it is the sake you keep putting in my cup," you pointedly replied, snatching your cup away before she can add more. You can already feel the alcohol going to your head. "How did we even start discussing escort services?"
She gave you a saucy smirk as she sipped her tea. "Because I was telling you all about my weekend. I spent nearly every night with him wrapped in his silk sheets."
"Who? The royal escort, as you call him?"
She nodded, flicking a petal off of her beautiful pink kimono. "That's what everyone calls him. At least the ones in our circles do. As far as escorts go, he is at the top of the list and very popular...for particular reasons." She gave you a mischievous look you knew all too well on her.
"And what reasons are those?" you asked, not sure if you wanted to know the answer. You shouldn't have even been discussing such things when you were married!
"You really wish to know?" she scoffed. "You will not faint right here in your garden?"
"Please," you groaned as she giggled, sipping on her tea. "Do not tease! You act as if I know nothing of sex or have even seen a man naked." True, your friend was a lot more "open" with her sexuality than you were, meeting men that she only knew for the night to hook up with, but you knew enough to not be shy about it.
"Fine," she huffed before diving right into the details. "This man is not only very appealing to the eye, in the face and everywhere else, but he also possesses skills fit to make anyone cum."
"Like what?" you found yourself asking. You were curious and intrigued. "A mouth as dirty as the soil under our feet," she chittered. "Skillful hands to stroke and grab. Soft lips, a long tongue, and..." She paused, letting the anticipation build.
"And?" you pushed. She leaned in to whisper it to you and you nearly choked. "He has two penises?!" you shouted throughout your garden. Your friend guffawed, tossing her head back to laugh to the treetops. "Let the entire gardens know, why don't you," she laughed. "Did you miss the part about the extra mouth on his stomach?"
Your head was spinning with this newfound information. There was no way a human like that existed. "You're joking," you scoffed incredulously. "None of that is possible! A human cannot grow an extra tongue from his stomach or..." You paused, your cheeks growing hot.
"Have two dicks growing down below?" your friend finished with a smirk. "Well, he does, Y/N. I do not kid; I've seen it myself." She placed her tea cup next to yours, cocking her head at you. "You should visit it sometime."
"What?" you hissed, glaring at her. "We cannot talk about this. I'm married."
"To a man who does not treat his Empress right in the bedroom," she pointedly added. "To an Emperor who would rather kiss his swords and his wine than he would his wife at the end of every night. Who doesn't even try to make you c-"
"Alright, alright!" you huffed. "You're using this conversation as an excuse for me to visit this escort and cheat on my husband? Do you want me to spit in the face of marriage?"
"No," she scoffed. "I simply want you to realize that you deserve to feel good in the bedroom. Sex is more than just pleasing your husband, Y/N!"
You wither slightly, her words striking you in the face. It is true that you please your husband more in the bedroom than he pleases you. That is how it has always been and you believed that this was just the order of things. "I don't want to discuss this anymore," you muttered.
Your friend put a hand up in defense, waving her invisible white flag. "Just tell me one thing: when is the last time you actually orgasmed during sex with him?"
Your silence was answer enough. "We are working on it," you huffed, begrudgingly sipping your tea. "What is the name of this escort anyway?"
"Ryomen Sukuna. Why? Will you be paying him a visit?" Your friend smirked at your silence and narrowed eyes, chuckling to herself. "I'll give you the address after dinner."
Days later, you learned from word of mouth that Sukuna is regarded as many things because of his extra "attributes": a demon; an incubus; a mutant; a freak. He is also known throughout your little circle as a man of skill, satisfaction guaranteed. But now, as you face the dark alleyway stretching beyond you, you can come to your own conclusion.
The alley glows with paper lanterns tied above on wires, a dog skittering about with a turkey leg from a dumpster. A drunk moans from beside a trash can, cradling a sake bottle. But that isn't even what disturbs you: the red door you are facing with your guard is, mostly because of what lies beyond it.
"This is where you are visiting this person?" your guard asks, utterly confused. "A...brothel?"
"She is a friend," you lie. "Stay posted here, please." You place a hand on his shoulder, placing your lips an inch away from his ear. "And enjoy yourself," you whisper. "You have that coin for a reason." His cheek blushes a hot red, your words sinking in.
Doing as your friend instructed you to, you knock three times on the door. The slot above you opens, revealing one golden eye; the other is stitched up. "Password?" he gruffly asks.
"Fire blossom," you automatically say. The slot closes, you hear a chain clinking, and the door opens to reveal a burly man with a scar on his chest. "Right this way, Your Majesty," he says, motioning you into the room with wooden floors and ceilings.
You step into the lobby-like room with red cushioned seats and tea for waiting, noticing that several men sitting and chatting here. The halls are filled with several doors and other small halls leading to staircases. You notice in the back a sliding door where a hot spring is, the silhouettes of naked men and women walking among the door.
"Good evening, esteemed guest! Welcome to the..." You turn at the sound of a woman's voice and are greeted with the Madam. She is a big, plump woman with red lips, a bejeweled neck, long nails, and a kimono bedazzled with gold flowers. She looks just as you would suspect a Madam would look.
“Your Majesty," she greets, her lips curling into a smile. "Well, what a surprise. I was not expecting a visit from the Empress tonight. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Ryomen Sukuna," you assertively say. "I would like to see him." You fix your chin at the Madam, not daring to hide your discomfort or weariness about being in such a crude environment.
"As long as your Emperor does not come crashing through here with his guards, your secret is safe with me," she chuckles. "I will escort you personally. Please, come this way." She waves a hand, her nails clacking and bangles clicking, before escorting you down a short hall to Sukuna.
Moans and creaking sounds doors drift through the doors, making you feel hot all over. Sex has always been a taboo topic in your world and has been regarded as something that only happens between a husband and wife. To see it happen so brazenly and openly here is a damn cultural shock indeed.
The Madam brings you to two sliding double doors and you notice how much bigger this room is compared to the others. She opens it without knocking, revealing a spacious room with a king-sized bed, a low table with seat cushions, a makeshift mini bar, towels, and a hookah sitting on the table.
You look over to the mini bar where a big, hulking man is standing in a black robe, his back to you. He swears, trying to get a bottle of sake open. “Sukuna!" the Madame barks. "You have a visitor! Make haste and don't keep her waiting."
"I just had a fuckin' visitor," he growls, turning around with disdain in his voice. "You old hag, I told you not to..." His words cease when he catches a glimpse of you, the irritation in his face softening.
You can only stare at the man…no, the beast standing in front of you. He is huge, nothing but muscle on a six-foot something frame towering over you in his silk robes. He is barefoot, his toenails painted black like his fingernails. Strange black tattoos ink his skin, making his spiked pink hair and crimson eyes pop vibrantly.
The Madame smirks at him, her red lips stretching into a sly grin as she turns to you. "Silent, I see," she cackles. "Enjoy yourself, Your Majesty. We have plenty of sake and goodies if you smoke." She gives Sukuna a stern glare as she turns to the doors. "Treat her well, Sukuna," she growls before the doors close with a long, drawn out creak.
Then it’s just you two. You stand by the doors, trembling in your kimono, your heart pounding. Sukuna sizes you up with his intense, fiery eyes, finally popping the cap off of the sake. “Well? Are you gonna stand there all night and stare?"
You gape at him, rendered silent by his rudeness. You've never had someone speak to you so out of turn before. He smirks. "What? Not used to bein' spoken to like that?" He chuckles. "You're not special, Your Majesty. I speak to everyone like that."
You stare at him as he strides over to the table in his robes, asking yourself how in the hell this man has your friend and your fellow royals in a tizzy. How does he have so many visitors and conquests with an attitude like that?
He grunts as he kneels onto one of the cushions and then pats the one across from him nearest to you. "Sit," he says. "I insist...unless you're too afraid. I would be too if I were shacked up with the Emperor." He gives a dark chuckle as he swigs some whiskey straight from that bottle before pouring it into a shot glass.
"Don't speak of him," you pointedly say. "He is not here; I am." He quirks an eyebrow at you, slightly taken aback by your firmness. "Awfully mouthy. That's somethin' we have in common at least." He chuckles to himself, going back to drinking as he prepares the hookah for a smoke.
Against your better judgment, you sit down with him, keeping your hands in your lap and your face firm. He wiggles the whiskey bottle at you, smirking. "Drink?" he asks. You are silent, grimacing at the bottle. "Don't tell me you don't drink." He switches the whiskey out for sake instead, the brand your taste. You allow him to pour you a cup of sake, putting your hand out to stop him before it’s filled to the brim.
Then he goes back to preparing his smokes, burning a bit of coal and some opium leaves in a tiny pot sitting above the metal tubing leading down to a jar of bubbling water. You watch, secretly transfixed, as he works skillfully and delicately despite having such big hands. Finally finished, the opium leaves burn and he takes a puff from his mouthpiece, blowing rings of smoke into the air.
He catches you watching him and smirks, smoke billowing from his nostrils like an angry bull's. “Take's the edge off. Y'should try it sometime." But you don't smoke. You watch your husband do it and have to be the one to clean up his cigar butts every night after dinner.
For a while, you sit in silence, sipping your drinks while Sukuna smokes his opium, blowing rings with his mouth. His lips are pink and soft-looking, his bottom lip slightly plump. With every sip of your sake, you can feel it taking effect, making you feel warm and emboldened.
Finally, he speaks: "So...why brings you here tonight, Y'r Majesty?" He says it so jokingly like he doesn’t really believe that you’re his ruler. "Do you not know?" you snippily reply. "I'm sure you've had your fair share of royalty visit you."
Sukuna once again quirks a brow at you, his piercing glinting in the lantern light. "You've got quit the mean streak for a woman who just walked into my domain. Don't know if I quite like that." He swishes his liquor around in his glass, staring you down. "Don't forget, Y'r Majesty: you're in my house and respect is a two-way street. I didn't ask you to come here."
His blunt words and rough tone make your body blush all over. Maybe you shouldn't have taken the sake. You push it away even as you feel its fuzzy side effects. "I've...never done this before," you confess. "But my husband I...we're not...he's not..." You pause, unsure of how to say it without disrespecting your husband in the face of the sex worker.
"The sex is subpar is what you mean," he says for you. "The Emperor can't make his dutiful wife cum." He pauses, sipping his whiskey. "Or maybe you ain't as dutiful as you portray yourself as." He sizes you up with his crimson-red eyes, those irises cutting into you like laser beams.
You gape at him, your sluggish mind processing what he just said. Once it does, you are livid. "How dare you!" you hiss. Is he saying you're not a good wife?
Sukuna isn't persuaded or taken aback by your outburst, calmly blowing more smoke. It accidentally hits you in the face and you angrily wave it away. "I call a spade a spade, honey. No dutiful wife is gonna come here lookin' for cock from somebody else in the dead of night while her husband sleeps."
Anger courses through you and you abruptly rise from your seat on the floor, nearly knocking over your glass. "I do not need this," you hiss. "You've got a lot of nerve disrespecting your Empress like this."
You stomp over to the door, followed by Sukuna's red eyes. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows who you are and that you'll never work again, you son of a bitch."
BANG!
Sukuna is over at the door so fast that it makes your head spin, slamming his hand against the door above your head. "You sure you wanna do that, little one?" he whispers, his breath fanning your hair. "And risk lettin' your husband and the whole kingdom know that you're a dirty fuckin' slut?"
His words cut you to the core, the vulgarity of them so pure that you nearly gasp...but they also make you hot. This time, this heat isn't from the sake; it's all from the man standing before you, spitting such degrading words at you. What does this mean?
Suddenly, Sukuna yanks you toward him by your kimono, making you gasp. You place your hands on his chest to avoid smacking dead into him only to get a handful of his hard pecs under your fingertips. "Lemme show you why I'm the royal escort," he murmurs before his lips find yours. He sweeps you into a rough, possessive, alcohol, drug, and lust-fueled kiss that tastes of pure sake and the opium leaves.
His kiss is rough. Passionate. Possessive. He kisses you like he owns you despite barely knowing you and being from such different social classes. His tongue slips out of your mouth and slides against your bottom lip. You softly moan, granting him access, and he takes it, shoving his pierced tongue in your mouth. The cool metal of his piercing combined with the heat of his tongue and mouth make you melt against him, your pussy growing hotter and throbbing increasingly in your panties.
When he pulls away, his eyes have grown a blood red and he stares you down with such heat that it burns you up inside. "Can he kiss you like that?" he asks, his voiced rasped. You can't find your words, your throat dry.
He then wraps a hand around your throat, catching you by surprise. "Answer me," he growls.
"N-No," you quietly stammer. He has completely stripped you of your dominance as the Empress, treating you as if you are no more than a needy client. A woman searching for a fix. And you suppose that both are true.
Smirking, he gently pushes you down onto your knees and you expect him to disrobe to reveal his aching cocks to you, but he doesn't. Instead, he unties his robe only partway to expose his upper torso sinewy with muscle, black tattoos, and the gaping mouth on his stomach right above his belly button.
You stare at the mouth, wide-eyed and horrified...yet also strangely aroused. Its pink tongue hangs out of its mouth, licking its white teeth and lips. "I'm a good kisser here too," he chuckles. "C'mon now, little one, don't be rude. Give him a kiss." He pushes your head forward, forcing you to press your lips against the bottom lip attached to his stomach.
SMACK!
You gasp as his hand lightly taps your cheek, not enough to hurt you but definitely enough to stun you. "Stick your tongue out," he orders. "That ain't no fuckin' kiss. Give him a real one." So you tentatively stick out your tongue and French kiss his second mouth as best as you possibly can.
The fat tongue slides all over your mouth and swirls with your tongue, coating it in saliva. Sukuna moans as if he can feel it too and it is oddly arousing you to. "Thaaaat's it," he drawls, chuckling to himself as he watches you drool and spit all over his second tongue. "Ain't too bad, right? You're a natural, Y'r Majesty."
He says it so mockingly and with so much condescension that you nearly bite his tongue. But the fact that your pussy is leaking and gushing from this plus his rude attitude makes you rethink some things about your own sexual desires. Do you actually enjoy this? You, the Empress, a dignified woman?!
"I've got somewhere else you can put that tongue," Sukuna softly growls, smirking as your eyes drink in his abs and toned tree-trunk of thighs. "I've got 'em right here for you, slut. The main attractions."
He gives you a wicked smirk that is the picture of sin as he slides his thick fingers over the loincloth holding his package from review. Then, ever so slowly to tease you further, he unties it from the back of his waist and lets it fall. You realize that your friend was right: he is extraordinary.
Your eyes don't know what to stick to first: his two thick, throbbing cocks or the set of heavy balls he is sporting. All of it looks hard to take into your mouth, let alone your hands. He is so big. Each of his cocks strain for you, throbbing veins protruding from his shafts, trailing from his balls to both of his bulbous, pink tips. "Well?" he impatiently asks. "You gonna sit there or suck on 'em? I don't got all night."
Your astonishment fades a bit, irritation flickering in you. "Fuck you," you snarl at him. He chuckles, jutting his hips forward so that his cocks are inches from your lips. "Maybe later if you're real nice. Now get your mouth on those cocks; you know you want to, little girl."
"How do you figure that?" you ask, hating how breathless you sound. Though some of your bratty nature and stubborn streak still remain, you can't help but feel the feminine urge to submit as he possessively grips your chin.
He practically bares his teeth at you as he smacks his cocks up against your lips. "'Cause that pussy is leakin' all over my floor," he growls. "You're gonna clean that up later, but right now, your business lies here."
You barely have time to flush in embarrassment over his dirty words about your arousal; you're too busy staring wide-eyed at his big dicks in your face. He peers down at you, smirking, mocking you. "What, scared?" he cackles. "C'mon, you've had to had experience with a dick before, right?" He pauses, snickering. "Maybe not a big one."
You glare up at him, not liking that he is disrespecting you and your husband despite your husband also not satisfying you with the dick he has. You spit into both of your hands and wrap both around Sukuna's cocks, smirking when he groans at your soft palms wrapping around him.
So you prove the escort wrong by sucking, slobbering, and spitting all over Sukuna's big cocks, alternating between the two, stroking one with your mouth while you jerk the other with your hand. It is surprisingly each despite how wet and sloppy your mouth gets and the firm grip Sukuna has on the back of your head.
He fucks your mouth hard and deep with each cock that you slip into your mouth, half the time being forced to take one. "That's it, take it!" he grunts, firmly holding your head between his big hands to fuck your mouth. "Take all of me, slut. You wanted me and now you've fuckin' got me."
You gag and choke around his big dick, barely having a chance to stroke the second one because you're so focused on not throwing up as his dickhead brushes the back of your throat. Despite all of that, your pussy leaks and your nipples harden even as your mouth is used like a toy.
You have never been hornier than right now being used as nothing more than a little fleshlight; a doll for the royal escort. You desperately pat his thigh, needing to breathe. He gets the hint and releases you, letting you cough and gulp down air.
"That's enough," he sighs, his throbbing cocks slick with your saliva. You sigh in relief, your throat scratchy and raw from the constant fucking. Suddenly, he forces you to rise to your wobbly feet and rips your panties down your ankles. You gasp at his sudden move, but you allow him to do so, flushing when you find them drenched.
"Over here," he grunts, pulling you over to the bed with him. "That poor slutty girl needs some relief too, doesn't she?" You almost ask him who he's talking about until you realize that he means your poor, aching, throbbing pussy. He coaxes you onto the bed, making you knee beside him as he lays back flat onto the bed, his cocks curved toward his stomach.
"Get on toppa me," he demands, patting his broad chest. "I need you nice an' wet for what comes next." He gives you a wink and obscenely wiggles his tongue at you.
You blink at him, your horny brain sluggishly piecing things together. "Y-You...you want me to...sit on your face?" you tentatively ask. You have heard of the 69 position, but never tried it. Your husband barely pleases you with his tongue enough for you to have even remembered its existence. "I've never-"
"Then let me show you," the escort growls before snatching you up by your wrist and dragging you over to him. He forces you on top of him, both of your thighs spitting open to straddle his face below you. You gasp, placing your hands on his stomach while he places his hands on your hips over your kimono.
You thought you knew pleasure already, but when Sukuna gets his long, fat tongue inside of your pussy, you know that you were wrong. Your entire body buzzes with pleasure, sparks shooting through you as the escort swirls his tongue in your cunt. "O-Oh, my God!" you brokenly wail before covering your mouth.
SMACK!
You yelp, flinching as Sukuna's big hand comes down hard onto your ass. "Don't you dare fuckin' silence yourself," he growls into your pussy. "That pisses me off. Let me hear you scream for me, little one."
He then dives back in, sucking on your clit with those soft lips, sloppy and merciless with his eating. You toss your head back, broken moans leaving your lips. "Oh, fuck!" you gasp, shamelessly grinding your hips to ride his face as he grips your hips, keeping you clamped down on his tongue. You've never felt like this before: so free yet so used.
You are coaxed into leaning forward, arching your back and hiking up your kimono as you do. You begin to greedily lap at his cockheads, moaning as you slurp on them like two big lollipops. Skunka takes both hands and pries your asscheeks apart for you, showing your tight asshole to him.
And suddenly, you feel his fat tongue there too. You squeak, squirming on top of him. "Hey, wait!" you gasp. "You can't-"
SMACK!
"Stop that!" you grunt, shivering at the delicious sting of pain from another smack on your ass. You turn to stare at him from over your shoulder, melting at his intense, crimson-eyed glare. "Stop pissin' me off then," he huffs. "Little brat. Now shut up and take my tongue."
He continues to lap at your asshole as you grind your pussy against his chest, feeling strangely wetter from his tongue being in such a foreign and forbidden place. "What, you never been licked here before?" he cackles. "Not surprisin'. But I have to make sure you're open here too, little one."
"W-Why?" you ask but he only answers with another series of mind-emptying licks. You never knew that getting your asshole licked was just as pleasurable as your pussy being lapped at. Sukuna decides to lap at both, alternating between sucking on your asshole and your clit.
Taken over by your lust, you lean over and please him more too, taking his cocks back in your hands and sucking on them as you jerk him off. The air is filled with slick, wet sounds, your moans, and the scent of sex as you ride Sukuna's face, falling deeper into the trap he has set for you.
Finally, you feel that irresistible urge to cum rising to the surface and grind your hips faster, swirling your pussy in Sukuna's mouth. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" you scream out before you even realize that you're doing it. It takes over you, making your body shake and your mouth to let out loud, high-pitched screams as you cream all over Sukuna's mouth. He laps it all up, growling and groaning into your wet hole.
Once you are drained and whimpering as you twitch from the agonizing pleasure, you slowly roll off of him, watching as he sucks your taste off of his lips. "I'll let that one slide since it seemed like that's the first time someone made you cum in months."
He leans up, gripping your chin in his hand. You gasp as he snatches you forward about an inch apart from each other. "But if you ever cum without my permission again, it's over for you, understand?" You gulp, nodding your head, your pussy throbbing. "So what's next?" you ask, wanton and needy. You don't even care if you sound like a desperate cock slut now. That orgasm proved to you what you've been missing out on bedding your husband.
Sukuna smirks at you, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. "What do you think, Y'r Highness?" he whispers, and that's all he needs to say.
Minutes later, he is back lying down against the pillows while you straddle him, all of your clothes discarded. You sit on top of him, hands planted firmly on his chest, his cock pressed against your clit. You whimper as his thick head slides over your clit and just presses through the threshold of your entrance. "Nice and slow now," he coos. "That's right, little one. Easy now."
He shows you shocking tenderness despite being so dominant and mean earlier. Probably because he knows taking his cocks will be a big job and a big stretch. You feel it as soon as you get Sukuna's tip inside of you, gasping at you feel it puncture your walls.
Sukuna groans, only just having a brush of your soft, wet pussy wrapped around him, his fingers clenching your hips. You bite your lip as you sink down farther, taking another inch, but the stretch is too much. There is an internal burn that makes your eyes sting with tears. "Oh, fuck!" you bellow, your voice strangled and hoarse. "Can't! Too much!"
"You just need some help," Sukuna chuckles, loving to watch you struggle to take him. He licks two of his fingers and begins to rub your pussy for you, smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy tongue kiss. As he rubs your clit and slowly grinds himself up into you, you begin to open up more and more, your slick sliding down his cock inch by inch.
Sukuna chuckles as you moan, slowly lifting herself up and down on his shaft. "See? Nothin' to be scared of, baby. It's just a big dick." As if angry at being left out, his second big dick slaps against your ass as you slowly ride his first one, making you gasp. "Well, two," he adds. "But both of them holes seem wet enough."
You can feel it; your asshole is just as wet as your pussy now, probably from Sukuna's ass-eating and your arousal trickling into your asscrack. You shudder, pleasure coursing through your entire body as you ride the cock inside of you fully, slipping him deeper inside of you. "Now you've got it," he groans. "Fuck, you're so tight!"
He slowly rolls his up into you to fuck you back, making you take his dick at a glacial space that makes your head spin. "Sukuna, don't tease me," you hiss, digging your nails into his chest. "Just fucking fuck me!"
He hisses as your nails cut skin, making him bleed, but you can feel that it only makes his cock throb inside of you. "Now that's no way for a slut to talk," he growls. "You must be desperate." He smirks at you as he sinks himself deeper inside of you, all the way to the hilt, making you gasp. "I like my girls desperate."
He then proceeds to fuck you from below, bouncing you up and down on his big cock. "Oh, yes!" you scream, tossing your head back and closing your eyes against the waves of white, hot pleasure that explode all over your body. His cock is perfect. So big and thick stretching you out; long enough to stroke your G-spot.
You have never felt such ecstasy before as you do when you ride Sukuna Ryomen, the royals' boy toy and the top escort in this kingdom.
But you don't know just what else he can do until you feel his other cock head brush against your asshole. You squeak, jumping at the feeling of his head kissing the threshold of your back entrance. "Wait, Sukuna!" you protest. "I'm not ready!"
"Oh, yes, the fuck you are," he grunts, still pushing. "That little hole is gapin' for me, baby. Don't you feel it?" You do. Your asshole is a lot wider than before, making you feel the air brushing against it as Sukuna pries your asscheeks apart for him.
"So take it," he growls, already sinking more inches inside of you. "Take all of me." Tears spring into your eyes and you grip his shoulders for dear life, leaning forward as you do so. The cock in your pussy brushes against your internal clit, making pleasure bloom inside of you despite the pain of being Sukuna's big cock stretching you out from behind.
You grit your teeth and bare it, sweat coating your skin and your breath coming out in short huffs. Sukuna is groaning beneath you as he bullies your insides with his big dick, forcing him way inside of you. After a couple of minutes of slow strokes and readjusting, Sukuna is fully inside of you. In both of your holes.
"Open your eyes, little one," he demands, his lips at your ear. "Look at me fuck your pretty holes. Watch me make you into MY whore." He wraps a hand around your throat, forcing you to sit up and look down at his cock disappearing inside of your pussy. You don't need to see the one from the back; you can feel it.
You can only hold on for dear life as he bounces you up and down in his lap on both of his dicks, making you hop like a little bunny. Though you still feel stretched and filled like you've never been before, you also feel an intoxicating heat that explodes all over you the more he slams into your stretched, wet holes.
Your sounds are a jumbled mess of moans, cries, and gasps of pleasure, your words babbling nonsense. "Oh! Oh, fuck, Sukuna, yes! Ah, right there! H-Ha, fuck, harder!" The room explodes with them, bouncing off of the walls and letting everyone outside know how you're feeling.
Sukuna smirks up at you, his face flushed and his eyes red slits. "Harder?" he chuckles. "So my royal whore wants me to give her all of that dick?"
He does make it clear which dicks he means-the one in your pussy or the one in your ass. But you don't care. You just need more from him. "Yes! Yes, give it to me!" you sob, delirious from his cocks. "Fuck me, Sukuna, please!"
Sukuna forcefully grips you against his body, hooking his hands underneath your thighs to spread them more. "Yes, Y'r Highness. Just don't cum yet." And he proceeds to fuck you harder, slamming himself up into your pussy and ass over and over again.
Wet, sloshing sounds and skin slapping against skin explode into the air the faster he gets, fucking your holes like two tight fleshlights. Your eyes roll back and your mind goes totally blank. You don't think of anything except the pleasure; not your husband or the fact that you are committing the ultimate sin doing this with another man.
But somehow, that only makes you hornier. It triggers something inside of you the way Sukuna's cocks do and he notices immediately. "Don't cum," he grunts. "I can feel you tightenin' up. You do it when I tell you too, understand?"
But you shake your head, losing your shit on his cocks. "Goddamit!" you sob, big, fat tears streaming down your face. "I can't! I can't anymore!" But Sukuna is not swayed, pausing from rubbing your clit and slowing his thrusts. "Oh, yes, you can, brat. Hold that shit. Don't disrespect me in my domain."
It is the hardest thing that you ever had to do, not cumming from the big dicks inside of you. Your holes clench and flex around Sukuna's shafts, begging to be stroked and stimulated so that your pussy can finally release. Sukuna presses his lips to your ear, making your eyes flutter and your hairs stand on end. "Beg for it, slut," he growls. "Beg for me to make you cum."
He could've said to call yourself a donkey's ass and you would've done it. Anything to cum. "Please!" you beg, sniffling and sobbing as you cry in desperation for your release. "Please let me cum! Please, Master!"
That lights a fire in Sukuna that is roaring and wild, making him fuck you harder and faster. He turns into an animal, growling and grunting as you bounce on top of him at a rapid pace, your titties bouncing and your ass jiggling the more he rams himself into it. "Cum for me!" he snarls. "Fuckin' give it to me, you little slut! Cum for me!"
Those words trigger you like a gun shooting a bullet and like a puppet being controlled on a string, you let yourself go and your orgasm finally hits you. Your mouth drops into a silent O as it crashes into you, making your back arch, shoving your chest in Sukuna's face. He takes advantage, sucking on your hard nipples as he continues to stroke both holes with his cocks, drawing out your orgasm.
Finally, you let out a loud moan that breaks out of you, filling the room as you cum your brains out. Your pussy walls clench around Sukuna's cock, drenching him. And as you continue to experience the peak of pleasure, Sukuna fills you up the brim with ropes and ropes of cum that shoot out of both cocks without warning. He lets out a loud groan as he releases inside of you, his muscles tensing and his fingers digging into your asscheeks.
Your eyelids flutter at the intensity of his orgasm; you feel every inch of his cocks throbbing and pulsing as his spunk shoots inside of your pussy and ass, leaving you aching and wet. Finally, his sloppy thrusts come to a stop and he unclenches his hands on your ass. "Nice," he sighs, a satisfied smile stretching across his face. "Easy now, sweetheart. Don't wanna hurt ya too bad."
Slowly, you try to ease yourself up but your arms are too weak. You feel like your muscles are made of jelly. He helps you, hiking you up so he can ease you off of his dicks. Once he is out, your holes leak his cum, all of his spunk trickling and dripping down your inner thighs.
"Satisfied?" he asks, a twinkle in his red eyes. He gets his answer when you topple off of him and slump down onto the bed, sinking into the mattress. Your head is spinning, so the ceiling above spins too, your head dizzy and eyes blurry. You shut your eyes to try and lessen the spinning, the strength to keep them open almost too much. You are absolutely drained.
"Yeah," he chuckles. "You're satisfied. You can always come back if you ain't. After all, you're payin' for me."
He gives your ass a soft smack as he gets off of the bed for a moment. You hear him rummaging around the room, your eyes kept closed. Finally, he returns and you feel the bed dip. There is the flicker of a match as he lights a stick of tobacco, puffing on it, the scent of it filling your nose. "You can get yourself cleaned up later; my next client can wait. For now, you just relax."
You say nothing in response, too exhausted to even talk. "Oh, and, uh..."
He tilts your face up with his hand under your chin and blows smoke into your mouth, grinning when you pucker your lips to suck it in. "That's how you fuck a woman. You're welcome, Y'r Highness."
⚘ warnings › dom/sub dynamics, handjob, pheromones/mind control, verbal teasing, sexual restraint by plant tendrils, verbal degradation + praise, whining/pleading, mild violence, bank heist, swearing.
poisonivy!reader who sneaks into the daily planet late afternoon hours, plants crawling through the cracks of windows. you see him at his desk, even at this time of night, sleeves rolled up and tie all loose. clark thinks he’s tired, he straightens his back and takes swigs from his black coffee every time he slouches. even for a second. he’s gotta stay up.
his hands tremble softly at first, then he can’t ignore it anymore. he starts to notice you now. his hearing, his instincts. how couldn’t he notice sooner?
“you shouldn’t be here,” he says, his voice was low but steady. he’s clearly fighting back against your pheromones. his palms sweat against his desk, poor guy’s just realizing your perfume isn’t really just perfume. you lean over his desk, so close your lips almost touching his ear, “good boy. i like it when you notice.”
clark tries to stand, your vines wrap around his thighs and chair and tug him back down. you don’t hurt him, just reminding him he’s letting it happen.
his breath is uneven, and you feel the heat emanating from his body. “look at you… strongest man alive, but a whiff of me and you’re trembling,” you chuckle into his ear. he doesn’t fight it, though. hands balled into fists and he swallows real hard.
you straddle his lap in the chair, long nails dragging against the buttons of his dress shirt, a layer of sweat lies atop. he whispers your name so desperately, and you hush him with a finger to his lips. “shh. let mommy take care of you,” he nods lazily, eyelids dropping before your hand cradles his chin. “can’t be alone like this, clark. not when i’m around. you know that,” you tutted. this, surprisingly, isn’t your first run in.
you undo his buttons one by one, whispering disgusting things to him with each pop! of a button.
“knew you missed me,”
“so warm,”
“there we go, hm?”
your vines wrap around his exposed torso, squeezing and pulling at his nipples and waist. “mommy loves touching you, clark. you know this,” you explained. it’s truly not your fault he couldn’t keep himself safe. he clearly needed this.
“mama… i…” he’s already so fucked out and you’ve barely touched him. his thighs tense each time your tendrils grazed them, inching closer to that throbbing mess of a cock. he whimpered pathetically as you ground yourself onto his bulge perversely. “mmmfgh—” he could barely get the words out each time you pulled back and forth on his lap.
“say you want it. say you want me.” you snaked your hand to his neck, feeling his pulse quicken underneath your grasp boosted your ego in ways that can’t be described. he’s a whimpering mess under you, curls sticking to his sweat-slick forehead, hands forcibly wrapped around the arms of his chair by your green appendages.
your tendrils wrapped around his legs, chest, feet, shoulders, hair, caressing each part of him generously. he cried underneath your touch, its too delicate yet so fuckin’ mean. the way he has to look up at your beautiful face and take what you’re giving to him. how his cock strains against his slacks, a wet spot forming right against your cunt thats been getting him closer and closer.
“i can feel you, can you feel me?” you joked cruelly, knowing full well he couldn’t take this. he’d burst without you even making real contact with his cock. he’d cum in his tight slacks from you talking to him. grinding on his cock. dumb tendrils running all over his body. “so helpless, aren’t you, clarkie?” you tucked his hair behind his ear as you kept softly rubbing your cunt against him. he didn’t respond. at least not sufficiently. “use your words, baby,” your eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t get a reply.
your tendrils crept up his leg before stopping just at his thigh and squeezing. his body shot up as he grosned out, “s-so helpless, mommy,” he grinded up against you now, desperate for any kind of stimulation for his poor, poor cock.
you let go of him and retract your tendrils before standing again. he looks up at you with those pretty, blue eyes. “p-please—oh!” he bucked his hips up into nothing, his pants providing the smallest sense of relief possible for his full balls. your tendrils shot forward toward his lap and managed to zip down his slacks, notably wet right where his cock lie. you don’t even mind his underwear and pull those down immediately. his cock sits up against his stomach, it’s monstrous.
no wonder the poor guys all pent-up. nowhere to dump his cum comfortably. no woman would ever be willing to let him cum inside, they thought it’d spill out of their noses! he gasped when the cold air hit the wet tip of his cock.
“breathe, sweetheart. mommy’s got you,” you whispered. you walked back to him and let your tendrils jerk his cock, figuring he doesn’t deserve to see your hands and mouth wrapped around him just yet.
they milked him good, one fondling his balls while the other pumps up and down until he’s finally about to cum. then, you let go just like that. he sighs and looks fucking pathetic. tears prickling at his waterline as he realizes you won’t let him feel good. “tell me what you need from me,” your voice was almost at a whisper now, you stood before him, hands on your hips as you watch.
“p-please… i… i can’t hold it… just take me…” his thighs tremble as he just barely squeaks the pathetic words out.
he said please! try to reason with him. he’s been so good, holding back long enough for you to get him off. “good boy. good boys get what they want, clark,” you walk closer to him, tendrils stretching once more to wrap around his arms again. he doesn’t even struggle this time, he just bucks his hips into nothing again and again to no avail. “y-yeah. i’m a—i am a good boy,” a faint smile crept onto his face when he said that. it’s like he knows you’ll let him cum. that you’ll help him.
and thats when you drop to your knees in front of him. his knees just under your chin before you wrap your hands around his meaty cock. it throbs in your grip, and you squeeze back, earning a pained moan from clark. “good boys, mmmngh, get what they want, mr. kent.” one of your hands find the base of his cock while the other strokes his pink, puffy tip. you cooed those disgusting words as his head, thrown back, is pounding with so much force.
he’s too far gone now. your words were just too much for him. they clouded his brain, each phrase echoed throughout his head. the first thing you ever said to him:
“don’t move… unless you want to end up like them.”
you’d said it with that calm confidence. during a robbery, you stopped violent henchmen from getting away with thousands of dollars. vines creeping up the walls behind you. even then, clark had felt it, that pull, that magnetic danger, and he knew: he was never going to forget you. how courageous?
and your thumb ran over his cock, hitting that real sensitive vein just before his hot, warm, cum built up deep in his balls. your other hand squeezed and fondled with them, almost begging him to cum without saying it. you don’t need to.
his cock erupts with cum as he fucks up into your hand, he throbs and thrashes as your vines keep him restrained. “ah… n-no… can’t hold it… thank you…” his glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, who’s still pumping his poor cock, overstimulating the pathetic nerd you love coming back to.
“that’s mommy’s good boy… give it all to me,” you’re practically salivating. “and you—thought you could resist me.” you finished him off, using his cum as a lubricant to keep pumping him.
then, just like that, you stood and fixed your hair, reapplying lipstick and smoothing your outfit. clark gets all dizzy from your pheromones again. this time he slumps in chair, eyelids dropping as he snores softly. he whispers something about poison ivy wrapped around him. he whimpers.
you fix him up, zipping his pants up and buttoning his shirt before turning him back toward his desk. your lips meet his forehead, placing a soft kiss on it with your plump lips. “goodbye, clark.”
he wakes up a few hours later, red marks running along his chest, legs and arms remind him of some green woman. with poison ivy tendrils that poked and prodded at him.
the next week you see an article in the daily planet, Unexpected Heroism in Downtown: A New, Green Force in the City?
