The sale was part of a movement called Land Back, which sees ownership of lands return to tribes for the sake of effective stewardship.
"In Northern California, a Native American tribe is celebrating the return of ancestral lands in one of the largest such transfers in the nation’s history.
Through a Dept. of the Interior initiative aiming to bring indigenous knowledge back into land management, 76 square miles east of the central stretch of the Klamath River has been returned to the Yurok tribe.
Sandwiched between the newly-freed Klamath and forested hillsides of evergreens, redwoods, and cottonwoods, Blue Creek is considered the crown jewel of these lands, though if it were a jewel it wouldn’t be blue, it would be a giant colorless diamond, such is the clarity of the water.
Pictured: Blue Creek
It’s the most important cold-water tributary of the Klamath River, and critical habitat for coho and Chinook salmon. Fished and hunted on since time immemorial by the Yurok and their ancestors, the land was taken from them during the gold rush before eventually being bought by timber companies.
Barry McCovey Jr., director of the Yurok Tribal Fisheries Department, remembers slipping past gates and dodging security along Blue Creek just to fish up a steelhead, one of three game fish that populate the river and need it to spawn.
Profiled along with the efforts of his tribe to secure the land for themselves and their posterity, he spoke to AP about the experience of seeing plans, made a decade ago, come to fruition, and returning to the creek on which he formerly trespassed as a land and fisheries manager.
“To go from when I was a kid and 20 years ago even, from being afraid to go out there to having it be back in tribal hands … is incredible,” he said.
Part of the agreement is that the Yurok Tribe would manage the land to a state of maximum health and resilience, and for that the tribe has big plans, including restoring native prairie, using fire to control understory growth, removing invasive species, restoring native fish habitat, and undoing decades of land-use changes from the logging industry in the form of culverts and logging roads.
“And maybe all that’s not going to be done in my lifetime,” said McCovey. “But that’s fine, because I’m not doing this for myself.”
The Yurok Tribe were recently at the center of the nation’s largest dam removal, a two decades-long campaign to remove a series of four hydroelectric dams along the Klamath River. Once the West Coast’s third-largest salmon run, the Klamath dams substantially reduced salmon activity.
Completed last September, the before and after photographs are stunning to witness. By late November, salmon had already returned far upriver to spawn, proving that instinctual information had remained intact even after a century of disconnect.
Pictured; Klamath River flows freely, after Copco-2 dam was removed in California
“Seeing salmon spawning above the former dams fills my heart,” said Joseph L. James, chairman of the Yurok Tribe, the leaders of the dam removal campaign along with the Karuk and Klamath tribes.
“Our salmon are coming home. Klamath Basin tribes fought for decades to make this day a reality because our future generations deserve to inherit a healthier river from the headwaters to the sea.”
Last March, GNN reported that the Yurok Tribe had also become the first of America’s tribal nations to co-manage land with the National Park Service under a historic memorandum of understanding involving Redwoods National Park.
The nonprofit Save the Redwoods bought a piece of land adjacent to the park, which receives 1 million visitors annually and is a UNESCO Natural Heritage Site, and handed it over to the Yurok for stewardship.
The piece of land, which contained giant redwoods, recovered to such an extent that the NPS has incorporated it into the Redwoods trail network, and the two agencies will cooperate in ensuring mutual flourishing between two properties and one ecosystem.
Back at Blue Creek, AP reports that work has already begun clearing non-native conifer trees planted for lumber. The trunks will be used to create log jams in the creek for wildlife habitat.
Costing $56 million, the land was bought from the loggers by Western Rivers Conservancy, using a mixture of fundraising efforts including private capital, low interest loans, tax credits, public grants and carbon credit sales.
The sale was part of a movement called Land Back, which involves returning ownership of once-native lands of great importance to tribes for the sake of effective stewardship. [Note: This is a weirdly limited definition of Land Back. Land Back means RETURN STOLEN LAND, PERIOD.] Studies have shown around the tropics that indigenous-owned lands in protected areas have higher forest integrity and biodiversity than those owned by national governments.
Land Back has seen 4,700 square miles—equivalent to one and a half-times the size of Yellowstone National Park—returned to tribes through land buy-back agreements in 15 states." [Note: Since land buyback agreements aren't the only form of Land Back, the total is probably (hopefully) more than that.]
As a Professional Medium you’ve come across many different kinds of Ghosts in your day. Seeing them in all the shapes and forms they chose to inhabit. From the cutest to the scariest things you can imagine.
Yet none have been able to slip away out of your grasp. In the end you get them all, opening the portal to the other side and forcing them through it. One way or another.
At some point your job became a little boring. What used to excite you or even scare you became predicable. What would usually make people scream and run away in terror was commonplace for you. The ghosts didn’t expect it either. Your total lack of reaction to them anymore.
It seemed as though they never knew how to react. And you didn’t either, leaving the situation quite flat. Most of them would just leave prettily easily after that. Making it even less of a challenge for you. Others would still try, give it their best to keep messing with humans. But in the end it all came out the same way.
That is until one day when a woman comes into your store, already blushing as she tells you that she thinks there’s a ghost in her house. When you ask for specifics she gets even more flustered. It takes some coaxing but eventually she shares that strange things have been happening.
After coming out of the shower her towel would always mysteriously slip off. When she tried holding it up it was like some force was trying to pull it back down. Panties she had laid on the bed when preparing her outfit kept disappearing. And when she did manage to find a pair she’d always wake up to them being soaked. Apparently she wasn’t the type for wet dreams either.
A pit of dread had formed at the bottom of your belly as she continued talking. You hated the pervy ghosts, they were always the most stubborn to stick around. Wanting to get their rocks off even though their time was up for those kind of activities.
With a heavy sigh you agree to go to her place and check things out. And when you get to the house the energy immediately shifts. Even the client feels it, shivering slightly and saying the air doesn’t usually feel this thick when she comes alone.
You’re pretty used to it though. It’s like the ghosts automatically know who you are. Can sense it. They prepare themselves to fight against your powers. It was the same as usual.
Or so you thought.
It isn’t until you’re separated from the owner of the house. Exploring around and trying to find where the energy is heaviest do you feel it. A pair of big sturdy hands ghosting up your back. Immediately you tense, preparing to turn around when the ghost slides his hands around your thick frame and grab onto your breasts.
Before you can react he’s pinning you to his body. Nothing really there yet you can feel the force of his presence against you. When you try and talk you immediately feel his fingers slide into your mouth, muffling your words.
“Look what we have here. A new toy,” the ghost purrs, his voice all raspy and warm in a way that turns your insides into goo.
Weakly you struggle against him, not quite sure what’s happening. Your body continues to heat up, feeling all tingly and sensitive to every caress of his free hand as it moves closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. Again you try and talk around his fingers, the sensation of seeing nothing in your mouth yet having it be full a strange one. He merely laughs at your attempts.
“C’mon. Do you really want her to hear what I have planned for you, little medium?” He asks darkly as his fingers slip past the seams of your skirt and into your panties.
You gasp at the sudden pressure along your glistening slit and he chuckles lowly in your ear over how excited you are. It’s not your fault, you can’t help it. This is the biggest thrill on the job you’ve had in a long time. And the curiosity that joins it only makes you wetter while he’s splitting apart your folds and collecting your slick like it’s something to treasure.
At his mercy you can only stand there, writhing against him as he circles your entrance, teasing you till your hips are bucking into his hand. Clearly showing your own hidden desperation for more and giving him exactly what he wants. You hate it but a part of you loves how much you hate it. The push and pull dizzying.
You’ve never had a ghost try anything with you. Not even the pervy ghosts you’ve encountered. They’ve always been too scared. Either running away or trying to scare you away. But no, not this one. You thought you’d seen it all but you’ve never felt anything like this.
Especially as he finally plunges in two fingers into your dripping core without hesitation. Wantonly you moan around the presence of his fingers. Your tongue instinctively trying to find and wrap around the foreign objects in your mouth. The mischievous ghost grunts and you feel another growing presence press against your ass.
“Well aren’t you naughty… much m-more mmph! exciting then the other human. Prettier too. So much mmmore to grab onto,” he moans in your ear.
Moving in sync he starts fucking his fingers up inside you at the same time he grinds his rock hard cock against your ass. Pathetically you whimper against his fingers, sensing the girth and length pressing into you. Your eyes roll back and you start rocking into both sensations.
Hissing through his teeth the mischievous ghost picks up pace, growing rougher at your enthusiasm. Curling his fingers with every pump of his fingers he somehow manages to find every sensitive nerve along your velvety walls. Almost as if you’re the ghost and he can see completely through you.
Desperate to ground yourself your hands fly out, pressing against the wall. Your body starts moving on its own with that little bit of support. Wanting to wreck him as much as he’s wrecking you, you start grinding back harder against his cock. Relishing in the long groan he spills into your ear.
“You wanna play dirty, sweetheart? I haven’t even really started but if that’s where you wanna take things…”
Immediately you still against him. Reality slaps you in the face as you realize what it is you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. This is a ghost. A ghost you’re supposed to get rid of. He just laughs at the realization on your face.
“It’s a bit too late to back out now, isn’t it? Not like you can pretend you didn’t let a ghost finger this perfectly tight cunt,” he says mockingly in your ear. Claiming you can’t hide the way you obviously want him as bad as he wants you.
You clench your jaw as your pussy flutters hopelessly around his pummeling fingers that push in and out of you over and over again. Always teasing that deep soft spot inside you that makes you see stars.
“Watch me,” you slur out around his fingers, the saliva that’s pooled in your mouth dribbling messily down the corner of your mouth.
The dirtiness of it has you clenching around his intrusive fingers. At the same time he pushes in a third finger and your eyes widen, crying out at the intrusion. It’s all so messy, his thick digits filling you up so damn good. The round tips of them now brutally battering against that spongey spot, making your knees weak.
Before you can dare to fall the front of your body smacks against the wall, the mischievous ghost pinning you against the hard surface. His movements getting even more frenzied. Every rough pump of his fingers sends thick sloppy squelches throughout the room. Your essence gushing down his hand and creating the start of a puddle on the ground.
“I’d like to watch you try. Especially after this,” he growls into your skin, nosing up and down your neck.
Then his thumb merely rolls over your poor puffy clit and you’re coming all over his hand, spraying out your release in a steady stream that makes the puddle on the ground so much worse. You scream around the fingers in your mouth, vision flashing white as you tremble from the force of your release. Using both him and the wall to keep you upright. The orgasm almost zapping all the energy out of you.
Much to your surprise the ghost helps work you through your release. Though you figure that’s more for his enjoyment than your own. You can practically feel his eyes on the pool of your cum on the floor. How you add more to it which each spasm of your cunt, your body jerking from the sensitivity.
It’s not until you physically can’t take anymore that his fingers slip out of your fingers and your mouth, leaving you gasping and quivering.
“I’ll see you again soon, little medium,” he whispers and then his presence and the weight in the air is all but gone.
You barely have time to pull yourself together, stumbling away from the puddle of evidence you left behind as you hear the client rushing up the stairs.
“Do you feel that, do you feel that?! He’s gone! I swear he usually never leaves!” The client shouts as she enters the room.
Sluggishly you nod, trying really hard to pull yourself together. To ignore the way you’re still clenching down around nothing like you already want him back inside you. Before you can respond you hear her panicked gasp.
“See— here, look! This is the same kind of ectoplasm on my underwear in the mornings! Well… not exactly the same. But similar,” she muses as she rushes over to what’s left of your release on the floor.
You turn around to see her crouched down next to it. Her hand hesitantly reaching out like she’s about to touch it. Your heart nearly jumps up into your throat and you shakily take a few steps toward her.
“Wa-ait! Uh-uh, you shouldn’t touch it. In fact, um, we should wait till he comes back to do anything else. I-I can’t get rid of him if he’s not here,” you force out, your mouth feeling heavy as if still full of his fingers.
Relief shoots through you as the clients hand stops, her head turning to you instead. Her eyes light up as she nods in agreement, standing up to her full height and walking over to you.
“I’ll call you next time something happens then,” she says brightly. Your world feels so upside down you can’t muster up any amount of professionalism so you just nod in response and start to head out.
“Sounds great,” you call out sarcastically over your shoulder.
And you despise that there’s some honest truth to your words. In fact, seeing him again would be so much better than just great. Which scares you more than any of the ghosts you’ve ever come across.
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summary: they stopped on this little island to quickly rest and restock, but the they didn’t plan on encountering you. after defending them publicly, the crew just knows that you belong with them
content: yandere behavior, eventual romantic connections between you and most of the straw hats, platonic!chopper, franky, and brook, alluded criminal activity, instant attraction, drinking,
wc: 6k
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The tavern was loud in the way all good ones were; full, warm, and just a little bit on the edge of becoming a problem. Laughter spilled over clinking glasses, boots scraped against wooden floors, and somewhere in the corner, a chair tipped just enough to suggest someone had already had too much.
At the bar, though, there was a problem. A man with moss-green hair sat rigidly on one of the stools, fingers tapping against the wood before stilling entirely.
Roronoa Zoro did not like being ignored.
His gaze flicked toward the bartender again, still occupied. Leaning far too comfortably across the counter, laughing low at something one of the girls down the bar had said, completely uninterested in anything else happening around him.
Zoro’s jaw tightened in frustration as he’d already asked. Twice and nothing.
“Tough luck.” The voice came from his side, casual and amused.
Zoro turned slightly and you stood there like you’d always been there, elbow resting against the bar, gaze following his toward the bartender with mild interest.
“He’s not going to come over,” you added, almost thoughtfully.
Zoro huffed once through his nose. “Yeah. I noticed.”
There was a beat, then—
“I could help you with that.”
That got his attention. He glanced at you properly this time, sharp and assessing, like he was trying to place you in a category and hadn’t quite decided where you fit yet.
“Oh yeah?” he said.
You smiled. Not wide or sweet, but knowing.
“Yeah.”
A small tilt of your head toward the bartender, and Zoro caught the flicker of something in your eyes.
“Watch.”
And before he could respond, you pushed off the bar and slipped into motion. The first thing he noticed was that you didn’t rush. You moved like you belonged there, like the space would shift and accommodate for you if it need to. By the time you reached the bartender, your posture had softened, your expression brightened just enough to catch his attention without looking like you were trying.
It worked immediately.
Zoro watched as the bartender straightened, grin widening, focus snapping entirely to you as you leaned just slightly over the counter. He couldn’t hear everything you said over the noise, but he didn’t need to.
There was a laugh, yours, followed by a light touch to the bartender’s wrist. Overall, a quiet exchange that had the man nodding quickly, already turning to grab bottles.
Zoro leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. Huh.
A few minutes later, you returned, noticeably not empty-handed. Very much not empty-handed.
You set down one, two, three bottles in front of him until there were eight lined up neatly along the bar.
Zoro blinked once, then looked at you to see that you were already holding two for yourself.
“Figured that might last you a while,” you said lightly. “Buy you some time until the bartender does look over here.”
There it was again, that look. That subtle curve of your mouth like you two were in on something no one else was. You gave him a small wink, then turned to leave, and just like that, you were gone.
Zoro watches you disappear into the crowd, the noise of the tavern settling back into place like nothing happened. Eight bottles sit untouched in front of him, his fingers curl loosely around one, but he doesn’t drink, at least, not yet.
Not when his attention is still fixed on the space you left behind, and the impression you left him. A slow exhale leaves him. “…Interesting.”
He leans back slightly, gaze sharpening, no longer unfocused anymore, not idle. You peaked his attention in a way that he can’t name yet, but it provduces a desire to keep you close and nearby.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
By the time you slipped back through the crowd, the tavern hadn’t quieted, it never did, but it had shifted slightly.
“There you are.”
One of your friends waved you over, leaning in as soon as you got close.
“You’re missing it.”
“Missing what?” you asked, already letting yourself be pulled into the edge of their table. Another one nudged you, barely containing a grin.
“The blond.”
You followed their gaze. And, oh.
There was a blond man sat at the far end of the tavern, as close to the kitchen doors as the seating allowed, body angled just slightly toward the narrow window where plates passed through. If his attractiveness didn’t grab your attention, that it would have been the way he wasn’t drinking, wasn’t talking, or even paying attention to the room.
His entire focus was locked on the kitchen, more specifcally, on the chefs. Your eyes narrowed just slightly, interest piqued.
“…He’s not even looking at anyone,” one of your friends whispered.
“No,” you murmured, already standing. “He’s not.”
You approached without hesitation, wanting to know more about this mysterious man. He didn’t notice, at least, not at first, because he seemed distracted. A frown was on his face, not one that marked annoyance, but more of the ‘offended’ variety.
“…He’s overcooking it,” he muttered under his breath.
You blinked, not expecting that to be the first line of interaction between you two.
“Oh?”
While the mysterious stranger still didn’t look at you, you at least know he heard you due to his affirmative grunt before continuing the conversation.
“He added the seasoning too early,” he continued, voice low, attempting to show some restrain “It’s going to burn the flavor right out and—”
You smiled, slowly. “And I’m guessing you could do better?”
“Obviously.” Immediate, and automatic, but still not looking at you. You huffed out a quiet laugh. This man was definitely different.
“I could get you in there,” you said.
And that is what did it. He finally turned and for the first time, he took notice of you. There was a flicker of something across his face—fast, sharp—like his brain had to catch up to what his eyes were seeing.
You, standing there like you hadn’t just been casually listening to him critique a kitchen mid-service. Like you hadn’t just offered something ridiculous with complete confidence. For half a second, he just stared.
And then, everything about him shifted.
Posture straightening, expression softening, and a new sense of charm clicking into place like second nature.
“—Mademoiselle,” he breathed, already halfway to standing. “I didn’t realize I was being graced with such—”
You tilted your head, cutting him off with a small smile, charmed despite yourself. “Do you want to fix the food or not?”
He paused for a beat, and just like that, the flirtation stalled. Not gone, at least, not completely. Just…redirected.
His gaze flicked back toward the kitchen window, to the view of the chef flipping the meat too soon, causing Sanji’s eye to twitch.
“…Yes.”
You didn’t give him time to rethink it. “Then come on.”
You turned, already moving, trusting he’d follow. He did, immediately. He was halfway convinced he could follow you anywhere.
The kitchen door swung open with a soft creak as you stepped through, but you didn’t go far. You stopped right at the threshold, careful, respectful, not crossing into the space where only staff were meant to be.
Sanji’s heart skipped a beat at the implicit care and respect that you provide the kitchen and the chefs by showing that little bit of restraint. By understanding, seemingly implicitly, the rules and boundaries of a kitchen. Something he can’t help but be in awe by because of the lack of decorum shown on the ship by his crew.
“Hey,” you called lightly, catching the attention of one of the cooks nearest the door, causing the man to glance up and his shoulders to relax when he saw you.
“Oh, it’s just you. Hey sweet girl.”
There it was, recognition and familiarity.
“You busy?” you asked, already knowing the answer after years of hanging around.
He snorted. “Always.”
Your smile turned a little sharper. “Yeah, I figured.”
Your gaze flicked past him, toward the man currently manning the stove, the one Sanji had been watching.
“Head chef still out?”
A groan from somewhere deeper in the kitchen as more pots and pans clatter and the bustle of the kitchen moves on as more orders are placed.
“Don’t remind me.”
Perfect. At least for you and your new friend. You leaned slightly against the doorframe, casual, comfortable. “I’ve got someone who can help.”
That got their attention. Skeptical glances were thrown at you and the blond, who got a more detailed assessment from the other chefs. Your head tilted just enough toward the man, tone light and teasing, “He’s been complaining from the dining room. This is—“ you stop yourself quickly realizing that you never introduced yourself to him or got his name. Actually this whole plan was crazy, but something in you told you it was right.
The man sees your slight panic and smoothly steps in, “I’m Sanji, and I can do more than complain,” he said instead, stepping forward just enough to be properly seen.
Confidence, controlled, and certain. The room shifted just enough to accomodate their newest chef who seemingly just knows how to take control.
One of the cooks raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”
Sanji’s gaze flicked to the stove, to the pan that’s worsening the mistake of that meat.
“…You’re burning it.”
Silence, then—
“Alright,” someone muttered. “Show us.”
And while you didn’t need to stay, Sanji being welcomed into the kitchen, accepted even. He was where he needed to be, you’ve done your second good deed of the day. But still, you lingered, just long enough to watch and see him in his element.
Sanji noticed, even as his hands moved, corrected, adjusted, and took over without overstepping, his attention always flickered back to you.
You smiled, small and certain, before mouthing the words clearly, “You’ve got this,” to him. And then you were gone.
The kitchen didn’t slow, didn’t pause, but something had changed. Sanji exhaled once, steadying himself, then refocused.
The pan, the heat, the timing. Everything where it should be, under control, exactly how he liked it.
His mind drifts back to the doorway, to you.
To the warmth of your smile, fleeting but lingering in a way that doesn’t make sense. He exhales slowly, steadying himself as he plates the dish.
Focus. Timing. Balance.
But the thought slips in anyway, soft at first, then settling. You noticed. A faint smile tugs at his lips.
You understood.
Something deeper follows, quieter and warmer, and definitely far more dangerous. His movements don’t falter, if anything, they sharpen.
I’ll make sure you never have to look anywhere else again.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
The kitchen door swings shut behind you, the warmth and noise muffling just slightly as you step back into the hallway. For a moment, it’s quiet, or as quiet as a tavern like this ever gets.
You exhale softly, rolling your shoulders once before turning toward the back corridor. You might as well take a second.
The hallway is dimmer, lit by a couple of low lanterns, the hum of conversation fading the further you move away from the main room. You’re halfway to the bathrooms when you pause. There’s something… odd.
A small figure stands in the middle of the hall, shifting from foot to foot, clearly distressed.
“…Which one do I even use…?” a voice mutters, quiet but very real.
You blink, tilt your head, then step closer. “Uh… is everything okay here?”
The figure startles slightly, and turns, revealing a small, furry creature with a little hat.
You stare for a beat, attempting to process the sight infront of you.
“…Hi,” he says.
You blink again. “…Hi.”
Another pause, before his small mouth opens and he starts blurting out, “I need to use the bathroom, but I’m technically a male, but the guys bathrooms are always really gross, and I didn’t bring Nami or Robin and I don’t know if I could use the women’s and—” He trails off, clearly overwhelmed.
You stare at him for a second longer before you start laughing, not to be mean, but simply because you were surprised. The look you gave him after made Chopper feel warm and cared for.
“Well,” you say, stepping a little closer, “that’s a fair dilemma.”
He huffs, ears drooping slightly. “It is!”
You glance between the two doors, then back at him.
“…Alright.” A small shrug. “Go ahead and use the women’s.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you say easily. “I’ll stand out here.”
You gesture vaguely toward the hallway.
“Make sure no one bothers you.”
“…You’d do that?”
You give him a small smile. “Of course.”
A few minutes pass as you lean lightly against the wall, arms crossed, listening to the distant noise of the tavern filtering back in. It’s almost peaceful. Almost.
Inside, there’s the faint sound of movement, a bit of fumbling—
and then—
“Um, thank you again!” Chopper calls through the door.
You huff out a small laugh. “You’re welcome.”
There’s a pause before he continues softly.
“You’re really nice.”
Something in your chest softens. “Don’t get used to it,” you tease lightly.
“…Too late,” he mutters.
The door creaks open, and Chopper steps out, looking noticeably less stressed.
“See?” you say, pushing off the wall. “Crisis handled.”
He nods quickly. “Yeah! Thank you, I—”
He stops and so do you, because now you hear it. Not the usual tavern noise, buy something sharper.
A raised voice, hen another angrier. Your brows knit slightly, concerned about what you’re going to find outside those doors.
“…Do you hear that?”
Chopper’s ears twitch. “…Yeah.”
Suddenly there was a crash and the sound of glass shattering loud enough to echo down the halloway, causing your stomach to drop.
“That—”
“—wasn’t good,” Chopper finishes.
You glance at him., then toward the main room, then back at him.
“…I should probably—”
“I should check on them,” he says immediately.
Of course he does, you sigh softly.
“Yeah, come on.”
You round the corner together and step right into tension. The tavern has changed completely. People have backed away from the center of the room, forming a loose circle around the source of the noise.
A table lies overturned, shards of glass scatter across the floor, and at the center stood the man from the bar earlier and a group of other people, facing off against a group of men you recognize all too well.
Management.
Your stomach sinks.
“…Oh, that’s not good,” you murmur.
Because this? This isn’t just a misunderstanding. This is about to become a problem, a big one.
Chopper shifts beside you. “They’re gonna get in trouble.”
You exhale slowly, already thinking and calculating. “Yeah, probably.”
Your gaze sharpens slightly. “But maybe not for long.”
The air in the tavern has gone sharp, not loud or chaotic, but stretched thin, as if something was about to snap. From the edge of the crowd, you and Chopper watch as the circle tightens around them.
The Straw Hats, as Chopper calls them, stand at the center. While they’re seemingly still, it’s cleared they’re not relaxed, not even close. Tension radiated through their bodies, clear that one wrong move and this tentative peace we’ve found ourselves in will be over quickly.
A familiar figure steps out from the kitchen, Sanji. He’s wiping his hands slowly, methodically, like he’s finishing one task before stepping into another. His gaze sweeps the room once, clearly assessing and calculating.
Then it lands on you, then Chopper, then back to you, just for a second, long enough to give a small shake of his head. Subtke and deliberate, a clear message for both of you to stay back and out the way.
“Got a problem?” a voice sneers, grabbing your attention back.
Chase, of course it’s him. He’s one of the leading trouble causers in the town, but since his family is rich and helps funds a majority of the projects, no one ever wants to make a clear stance against him, leading Chase to think he can handle anyone.
He’s currently leaning too close to the crew, coming across as overally aggressive, and way too comfortable with getting in someone’s space.
Specifically, Roronoa Zoro.
You understand Chase’s facination, seeing the man carry around three swords is a clear indicator as to who he is. And to stand up to an infamous man like that and live to tell the tale would be an incredible and impossible desire for Chase to give up on.
Zoro hasn’t moved, not an inch. However, his presence has changed. His hand rests near his sword now, loose and ready.
Chase must not have noticed, or maybe he does, and thinks it’s a game.
“I said,” Chase continues, louder now, “you don’t just walk in here, cause trouble, and think you can leave without paying for it.”
Behind him, voices layer in. Snide comments toward Nami, a laugh directed at Robin, both dismissive smf disrespectful, clearlywrong.
While Luffy no longer looks angry, he’s also still not smiling, and yet that makes it worse.
Sanji steps into place beside them, rolling his shoulders once as he loosens his tie, slow and controlled.
“Oi,” he says, voice low. “You’re getting a bit too comfortable.”
Chase scoffs. “And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Sanji’s expression doesn’t change, but the air around him does.
Zoro’s fingers tighten, just slightly, but enough to tell you that whatever patience they have is quick to run out.
You exhale, before nodding slowly to yourself.
“Yeah,” you murmur under your breath. “This is about to get bad.”
Chopper shifts beside you. “They’re gonna fight—”
“I know.”
And that’s exactly the problem. Because if they do, it blows beyong just a tavern fight, a becomes a whole town problem, and there’s really no need for all of that. Not when you’ve worked so hard to not have attention be brought around you.
So before it happens, before the first swing, before the first blade leaves its sheath, bou move. You slip between bodies, through tension, into the center like you belong there, because you do.
And then, without any further thought, you place yourself between them; management and the crew, making sure to face management head-on, surprisingly, giving your back to these pirates you’ve never fully met.
There’s a shift immediately, while subtle, it was all the more real. Behind you, something in all of them stills. Not because the threat is gone, but because now, you’re there. Attempting to be their savior, and recklessly gave them your back without looking at them once to check, because for some reason, you didn’t feel like you needed to.
Your attention is on Chase.
“Wow,” you say lightly, glancing at the broken glass, the overturned table. “You’re really committing to the drama tonight, huh?”
He blinks, thrown off, before his face morphs into a scowl again.
“Stay out of this,” he snaps.
You tilt your head slightly. “Mm. I would.”
A brief pause before you continue, “But you’re making it everyone’s problem.”
A couple of people nearby shift, listening now, watching a scene between this well known high-born citizen, and this seemingly random girl.
You step just slightly to the side, subtle and controlled, positioning yourself so you’re not blocking the crew completely, but still in the middle, the focus. Your mind is running fast as you shift through tons of informations bits you’ve gleamed by listening around town to be able to turn this situation around fast.
“Let’s think this through,” you continue, voice calm, easy. “You’ve got a full tavern, a paying crowd, and a reputation you barely manage to keep as it is.”
A flicker crosses Chase’s face, and there it is, your glowing sign. You press just slightly.
“If this turns into a full fight?” you add, gesturing lightly around the room, “chairs broken, people hurt, word spreads…”
A small shrug.
“…That’s bad for business. Especially if the Marines need to get involved.”
Murmurs ripple outward in agreement, and discontent at the thought of Marines coming to your island. While your island is relatively small and filled with lovely citizens, known as the perfect shopping and trading center, there are still the seedier parts of town that thrive and actually help support the town’s economy. And it needs the Marines to stay far away to keep the businesses going, as well as anyone who potentially harms that business is seen as a traitor to the town.
Behind you, a flurry of actions and emotions passes through each of the present members. Zoro doesn’t move, but his grip loosens, just a fraction as he watches you charm the crowd and their opponents into your wishes.
Sanji’s gaze drops briefly to you, admiring your stance and your fierce bravery in the way you’ve placed yourself between them without hesitation or fear. But as much as there is attraction and appreciation, there is a small part of him that is frustrated that you didn’t listen to his earlier warning to stay away from danger. To have you risk your life for them, for him, and potentially get injured? He could never live with himself with that.
Chase exhales sharply, seemingly unwilling to let go of this potential new challenge, regardless of the negative consequences sure to come his way if he continues down this path. “Then maybe they should’ve thought about that before—”
“Before what?” you cut in smoothly with a small smile, not at all sweet, but sharp and pointed, clear that you’re done playing around.
“Before sitting down? Ordering drinks? Existing?”
A couple of people laugh, quiet, but enough. You lean in just slightly, lowering your voice just enough so that others can’t hear, but that it still feels personal.
“Or is this about something else?”
A beat, before your gaze flicks, just briefly, to the staff behind him. To the kitchen, to the missing head chef, before back to him before briefly looking at the scratches that are on his hand. Clearly stating that you understand and are willing to call him out on it, without having to say it directly.
Chase’s jaw tightens, since he knows what you’re doing.
But more importantly, so does everyone else, as shown by the various whispers that start picking up around the room.
“…Clean it up,” you say lightly, gesturing to the mess. “Let them finish their drinks.”
A pause before you continue. “And we all pretend this didn’t happen.”
Silence.
Behind you, Luffy tilts his head slightly, equal parts interested and amused.
Robin watches you carefully, trying to understand you and your motives. Why would you stand up in defense for this crew that you know nothing about? What is it about you that makes you so willing to risk yourself in the defensive of others. She couldn’t figure you out, not yet, but she felt something in her come alive at this new puzzle that was placed all wrapped up beautifully infront of her.
Nami’s eyes narrow, not in suspicion, but in calculation. While she was appreciative of not being kicked out of another establishment, a sort of joke between the crew that has morphed to include an ‘incident free’ calendar that they just started three days ago. So while Nami was glad the streak was still on and alive, looking hopeful of reaching sometime of longevity this time around, she was cautious feeling that noone does a good deed like that without wanting or demanding something in return. And there is no way to ensure that what you ask for, it within the realm of positibility for either.rr
Sanji doesn’t look away, enamoured by the sight you make, taking charge in this situation and not giving up until you got your way, focused on your epic adventure.
And Zoro—
Zoro’s watching your back.
Chase exhales sharply through his nose before looking around and seeing the large crowd that had amassed during the conversation. Even someone as blind as him could recognize that the crowd was noot on his side, before finally stepping back.
“Fine, for now.”
The tension breaks, not completely, but enough that people start moving again, freely talking and breathing easily. You don’t turn around immediately, letting the moment settle and your heart beat slow down a bit. Then you glance back over your shoulder just slightly to tell the crew with the newly joined Chopper,
“Try not to start anything else.”
Casually, as if you didn’t just stop a fight and this is a normal everyday encounter for you to step in defense for total strangers.
Out of the corner of your eye you get a glimpse of your friends clearly searching for you, making you realize you have to go. With one last smile, you leave to join your friends and reassure them that you were fine.
Behind you, something has changed beyond the situation and the outcome they were expecting. You’ve grabbed their attention in one way or another, something you would learn would be dangerous. All because you took action, without question and without knowing them, seemingly following your blind instincts to protect.
Something a certain captain completely understands and approves of. Luffy grins, slow and bright, feeling certain that a type of adventure is in the air, and that it all has to do with you.
As if knowing what their captain was thinking, the remaining crew straightened up, feeling on the edge of something.
Zoro’s gaze lingers on your back as you walk away, steady and certain. His thoughts couldn’t help but circle back to the confident steps, the certrainty in your actions of what was the right move. A confidence like that is difficult to fake, especially in a high pressure situation like that, even more so between people of authority and unknown people like them. Zoro takes a look to the left and sees Robin already staring, a shared thought between them. They had to learn more about you.
Robin’s smile is soft, and slightly knowing. There’s something about you that draws her eye, something beyond your bravery that clearly captivated her crewmates. Something about you that felt vaguely familiar, but she just couldn’t remember how.
Sanji watches you go, something warm settling into something sharper. He lights another cigarette in an attempt to calm himself. Meeting you was an unexpected joy, and he felt something beyond his typical admiration for women with you. But you putting yourself in danger like that, makes his heart clench with an emotion he cannot yet name. He won’t let yourself be risked like that again.
Nami crosses her arms, thoughtful. You were quick on your feet, and obviously a smooth talker to be able to get the management off their backs, and the crowd onto their side. You’d be valuable, an asset. And Nami is certainly about advantages, especially when it could mean saving her nakamas in the future.
And Chopper, now on Zoro’s shoulders, looks at you walking away with quiet admiration.
She protected everyone…
A small, certain thought follows.
…We should keep them safe too. It’s only right.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
By the time you and your friends spill out into the street, the tension from earlier is gone, and instead is replaced with laughter. It’s easy, bright and alive, enjoying the few moments you allow yourself to relax and enjoy the night, enjoy yourself.
“Did you see that?” one of your friends laughs, looping their arm through yours as you walk. “You just—“ she waved her hand in front of her casually as she continued, “walked in and fixed everything like it was nothing.”
You grin. “It wasn’t nothing, of course I was scared”
“Oh please,” another cuts in. “And what was that look you shared with the green-haired one?”
You blink. “What look?”
“The look,” she insists, nudging you.
“And the blond!” someone else adds. “Don’t think we didn’t catch that either.”
You roll your eyes, laughing. “You’re all dramatic.”
But you don’t deny it, not really. You’re not sure what to say about the connections you obviously felt with each man, but you weren’t ready to delve into that yet.
As you guys continue down to the next location, you can’t help but notice how the street is lively, lanterns glowing warm overhead as you make your way toward the next bar. Music drifts through the air, voices and movement blending into the perfect night, the air cool now that the sun is completely gone.
There was a loud noise that drew all of your attention across the street to see the same people you were thinking about gathered loosely near a food vendor. The captain stood at the front in mid-order, pointing enthusiastically at something on the grill while a man in overalls beside him nods along.
The rest are spread out nearby, relaxed, but not unaware, because the moment you step into view, they all notice, and something subtly shifts.
Postures straighten, attention sharpens but not in a guarded way, they were way to cautious to potentially scare you off by coming across tough in that way. They were sure to project an auro of open and interested as not to scare you off.
“Well, well,” one of your friends murmurs. “Looks like your admirers are back.”
You huff softly, but you’re already walking closer, a part of you excited that your paths cross this soon. Pirates are known to stop by the island, but they’re quick to leave, especially after an encounter like they had in the tavern. You’ve heard the stories of this crew, but to see their confidence in person is a completely different experience.
It’s Catburgular Nami who greets you first with a small smile, eyes sharp but warm. “I was wondering if we’d see you again,” she says.
You tilt your head slightly, returning the smile. “Same here.”
Her gaze flicks briefly to your friends, then back to you.
“You handled that situation earlier… very well.”
You shrug lightly. “Someone had to.”
A soft hum from beside you as the one known as Nico Robin steps in just slightly, her presence calm, composed, observant.
“You seem quite skilled at placing yourself exactly where you’re needed. That’s a healthy skill to have,” she says.
There’s something in her tone, not accusatory or even questioning, just noting, a bit of healthy curiosity.
You smile, just a little sharper this time. “Or maybe I just don’t like messes.”
Robin’s lips curve faintly. “An admirable trait.”
You’re aware of it then, the weight of their attention at a whole crew. Instead of feeling intimidated, a part of you feels relaxed in their prescence, despite knowing only tales and barely anything personal about them.
There’s a subtle shift of energy behind you, feeling warm, curious but focused, giving you just enough time to prepare for the upcoming conversation.
“Hey!”
You turn, and there he is, the famous Captain Monkey D. Luffy, grinning like he’s already decided something.
“I’m Luffy,” he says, like it’s the most important introduction in the world, as if there are people that don’t know about the Devil Fruit user.
You blink, then smile. “Yeah, I figured.”
He beams immediateky, unfiltered but no less certain, “I like you.”
Your friends snort behind you, amused by the various conversations you’re partaking in, something completely different from your normal routine. They care for you but know that you’re still tightly guarded. Seeing this group of people bring you such clear joy, made them beyond happy.
You laugh softly. “You don’t even know me.”
“Don’t need to,” he says easily.
And somehow, you believe him. The crew behind him shares some looks and laughter, familiar to the typical explaination from their captain, understanding that it’s a gut instinct.
The rest of the introductions blur into something warm and easy. Voices overlapping, laughter shared, the groups seemingly eaily blending together. Sanji reappears at your side at some point, offering food without asking, while Zoro lingers just close enough to be part of the conversation without saying much. Usopp jumps in and out with exaggerated stories as Chopper sticks near you more often than not.
It’s easy, almost too easy. So when you suggest, “Hey, we’re heading to another place—bar hopping. You should come.”
It doesn’t feel like a big decision, just a continuation.
Some of them exchange looks, quick, silent. then—
“Yeah!” Luffy says immediately.
And just like that, they join you.
‿︵‿ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ‿︵‿
The bar is louder than the last, dimmer and closer, the kind of place where conversations blur together and time slips your friends peel away toward the counter, chasing drinks and laughter.
Leaving you, standing there with them all surrounding you. The shift is immediate, while not visible, it was felt. They’re all closer now, not crowding, just determined to be in your atmosphere, present and focused.
Luffy, Sanji, Chopper and Nami are all immediately next to you, Zoro, Usopp and Robin sit opposite from you, completing a circle. Luffy leans forward slightly, his voice dropping in tone, clear that he’s serious and focused on this moment with you, and your answers. “Have you ever thought about being apart of a pirate crew?”
You blink, completely thrown by the question. “…What?”
He doesn’t laugh, and doesn’t brush it off. He leans in just a little, eyes steady. “Imagine it,” he says.
“Every day a new adventure. Somewhere you grow and challenge yourself and never have to settle.”
There’s something in his tone, something pulling and inviting, holding infinite promises for you, all under the premise if you would just leave with them.
“Where you can be free.”
“Be treasured,” Nami adds smoothly. You glance at her to find her gaze is steady, certain.
“Never doubting your value or purpose. Everyone on a pirate crew provides.”
“Be protected,” another voice follows, this time low and grounded. You don’t even have to look to know it’s Zoro. “Never worry about having to be the strongest or the smartest.” A pause. “Just… you.”
“Where you can be cared for,” Sanji says softly.
You meet his eyes, earnest and unwavering. “Loved.”
Your breath catches, just slightly.
“What would it take?” Luffy asks again.
And suddenly, it doesn’t feel like a casual question. It feels like something is waiting on your answer.
You’re quiet for a moment, thinking, running through the logistics of leaving this town. It was always the plan, you’ve probably stayed too long already. But to leave like this?
“Well…” You sigh softly, tilting your head. “For how long?”
A small shrug. “I could do a overnight trip, or a quick adventure. The store can be closed for that long.”
A faint laugh. “But to leave forever?”
You trail off, thinking.
You don’t see it, the way their expressions shift subtly and quickly.
Your gaze drifts instead, to your friends over at the bar, laughing and waiting for their oder. You smile, soft and fond, smile only growing once your friends make eye contact with you. Their faces light up and they wave over to you joyfully.
You wave, enjoying this moment. And that’s your answer.
“Well,” you say quietly, turning back. “I’d miss my friends.”
A small breath.
“And I’d worry about them.”
Honest, simple, and real.
“I’d need them to say it’s okay for me to go, before I could join anyone forever.”
Silence, not empty and not awkward. Just, still.
Because you don’t notice the way something settles over the group. Not heavy or obviously, but decided.
Luffy smiles, slow but happy at the answer. “Okay.”
And just like that, you’ve set the terms, and they’ve already accepted them.
Luffy watches you turn back toward your friends, thoughful and content. That’s easy.
Nami’s gaze follows yours, calculating. They just need reassurance, that’s something they can provide for you in spades.
Sanji’s jaw tightens slightly, his eyes soft but focused. We can give them that.
Zoro exhales quietly, already done thinking about it. Then we’ll make it happen.
And you just smile, unaware of the way your future is slowly but surely changing.
a/n: happy birthday to me! this idea appeared in my head and has not left me alone, so i've written this. while this is not my normal dc content, i figured i should be allowed to post what i want today! this is my first time diving into writing one piece and this idea has hit me and i must write it! so i hope you enjoyed it, and sorry if they’re ooc!
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cw: the morning after intimacy, wearing sylus' clothes, sylus in heat, a bit of teasing and begging, dilated pupils, unwritten round two
you groggily pulled yourself out of the comfort of sylus' bed, love bites and hickeys painted your body from last night's activities.
grabbing sylus' shirt from the floor, you slipped the black long sleeved shirt over your head before heading to wherever he was in his private wing at onychinus.
no one would see you clad in just panties and his shirt with no bra underneath, the top buttons undone as it hung loosely on you from being a few sizes too big.
his private wing was extremely closed off despite being in the same building as the onychinus base. no one was allowed here except you, sylus made sure of that when he got your biometrics set up on the doors of the wing.
dragging your rather aching body down the hallway, you found yourself in his office as you pushed the door open.
sylus looked up upon hearing it, seeing you just in your panties and his shirt, your hair still disheveled and his marks on your body on full display.
"good morning, sweetie. did you sleep well?" sylus said, leaning back against his chair as a smirk pulled at his lips.
"hmm." you hummed, flopping yourself on his lap and resting your head on his chest.
sylus wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against him as he gently rubbed your back.
"you look so good right now, kitten. in your underwear and my shirt." sylus almost growled, looking over your body on his lap.
"but you naked comes a very close second." you slapped his chest softly at that and he laughed.
"how are you feeling? i wasn't too rough with you last night, was i?" sylus asked, tracing the marks on your wrist from the velvet rope he used on you last night.
"you were perfect, i wouldn't mind it again tonight." you softly smirked, looking up at him as a glint of something flashed behind his crimson eyes.
you didn't need to know what it was from the way something suddenly felt hard under you.
"hey now, you have work to do today." you reminded him, casually resting back against his chest as if you didn't just cause something to grow in his pants.
"it's difficult to focus on work when you're on my lap saying things like that, wearing my shirt, and confidently showing off my marks on you." sylus groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck in attempt to control himself.
you shrugged, reaching to tangle your hand in his hair. his grip around you tightened as he sighed, leaning into your touch.
you continued to run your hand through his hair and sylus relaxed at your touch for a bit before a whimper escaped his throat.
"it hurts, kitten." sylus whined, kissing your neck desperately and definitely leaving another mark on it. his hips moved against you, trying to find any kind of relief.
"please. please let me take you back to the bedroom. i'll work after, i promise." sylus almost cried against your neck and who were you to deny him of that when he sounded so adorable begging.
"you promise?" you asked, not wanting him to not get any work done as you knew he would beat himself up over it again later if he gets distracted.
"i promise, i promise." sylus nodded desperately, lifting his head to look at you. you cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes.
his pupils were dilated.
"alright-" before you could even finish, you were lifted bridal style and started to bring you back to the bedroom.
sylus didn't even get to leave his office yet and his lips were already on you. he eventually reached his planned destination and kicked the door closed behind him, not breaking the kiss once as he laid you down on the bed.
his shirt that you wore and he was wearing were both ripped off, followed by everything else in between your bodies, all of it discarded on the floor like the night before.
it didn't take long before the bedroom was once again filled with yours and sylus' moans.
𝟅ϱ sum. zayne and his waterproof glasses! cw : mdni, oral ( f! receiving), squirting, office séx, repost.
zayne always takes his glasses off before sex— or any mundane activity while at home, for that matter. ranging from stepping into the shower to sloppily crashing his lips onto yours. but oh how you wish he’d keep them on one day, just for one round of sex, at least.
“ why would i need to keep them on? i can see you perfectly like this.” from his voice, you can tell that he’s judging; anyone can. you can also tell he’s close to giving in, which you know he will do. although some of your plans and pleas take him a much longer time to do so. but from the way he nervously flutters his sight away from you to any object in the room while tugging on his collar, sooner or later he will be eating you out with glasses on.
“ well…” you move, slyly sitting on his lap, pulling your best puppy eyed dog look. you tilt your head, finger walking your way up his chest while you pretend not to gloat at how he’s rapidly losing composure. “ i think they suit you very well, and who wouldn’t want to see that sight in between their thighs?”
that’s how you find yourself in your current position, spread out and plastered on your husband’s sturdy desk, as his face is obscured by your thighs. his glasses sit perched on his nose— slightly crooked from the grip of your thighs squeezing his head together. he eventually emerges to look at you, face tinted pink, mouth wet, and his hazel-green eyes a darker shade than before. with a strong clutch, he pulls your thighs apart effortlessly. “ don’t look away from me. you wanted them to stay on so bad, so you’ll pay attention to every detail.”
“ mmm, o-okay zayne,” you whimper out, freeing your swollen bottom lip from behind your teeth as you muster up the courage to stare at him. pushing back the glasses on the bridge of his nose he presses wet kisses trailing from your knee to your sloppy cunt, your juices leaking from your slick, pulsing hole and onto the pristine wood. your nails dig into the edge of the material, thighs trembling as his tongue gradually parts past your folds to coat you in his saliva, trailing up and down. “ h-hah! oh my… fuck!”
zayne partially leans his head down to slurp at your empty slit, your eyes trained on his pink lips now covered in your sap, glistening in his dimly lit office, your ears pick up on the hollow sound he makes.
“ do you ever think of me like this whenever i wear my glasses?” he pulls back to speak against your wetted folds, thick strings of arousal keeping him connected to your pussy. you roll your eyes with a coy smile, fingers pushing the black strands of his hair back. he holds eye contact with you as his thumb sneaks its way up to barely pump into your expecting hole— but it’s not enough, not enough to throw you over the edge but enough to make you whine and chase after the veiled feeling. “ bending you over my desk while eating you out, as i do your checkups? answer me, or i won’t let you come.”
“ mmph, a-alright. yes i do, zayne. just keep eating me out!”
zayne hums, pausing for a moment to draw out your proclaimed torture. he finds it endearing how you are so whiny and breathless, shooting him your infamous annoyed look as your hips still roll up to find the feeling of your orgasm and exploit it, preferably until you are a trembling mess, barely finding your words to beg him to stop overstimulating you. “ but to see you like this, broken down and begging for me, maybe i’ll indulge in your bold ideas more often.”
a striking moan ejects from your throat; his face returns back to the fountain between your thighs, sucking at your clit greedily as he replaces his thumb with his middle finger, pushing past all tight, gummy barriers inside your pussy to come snug against your g-spot. there, he curls his finger in the spongy area, before pulling out the digit only to repeat the mantra again.
“ o-ohh!” your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at the silky strands as his glasses graze the heated skin of your inner thighs, cooling the flesh as it was pressed against there. “ d-don’t stop! ‘m gonna cum, mmfuck!”
zayne holds you open with one of strong palms, as the other one is currently occupied aiding you closer to your orgasm. “ focus. don’t forget what i told you earlier; i want all of your attention on me only, my love.” sloppily, his tongue roams everywhere, reaching your clit to swirl in tight circles against it as his fingers work in maddening tandem to throw you past the edge. progressively, there’s a tightness in your stomach that builds as your pleasure increases. it’s different from usual, and you have a feeling you’ll be painting beyond his lower face with your fluids.
“ za— zayne. gonna squirt, p-please stop!”
“ i would. but the way how you sound and are sucking my finger in, i don’t think you’d like that now.” when his fingers come to the edge of your hole, he pauses, waiting to see your reaction. when you whine furiously at your delight slipping further and further away, he bottoms out inside you, one finger now accompanied by two as a sweet gasp pours from your dry mouth. “ hm, i stand corrected. why won’t you sit back and take what i give you? i’ll accept it all anyway.”
“ so nasty, dr zayne. is this how you talk to all your patients?” your voice is hoarse from being used to repeat his name like a broken record; despite that you still find a way to joke with him, something he refuses to admit that he loves.
“ only patients that wear my special ring, and who should be falling apart on my desk as of right…” something shifts in the air; his focus is sharper than before as you feel your climax creeping up on you. his mouth returns to your sensitive bud, suckling the nerve while his two fingers roll and stimulate your sweet spot impossible intensely— and that was your end. your body jerks forward before halting to a stop; your mouth is turned into a concentrated ‘ o’ shape as salacious fluids squirt from all directions from your pussy, staining your husband and his glasses in the process. “ now. good girl, keep cumming for me.”
your body finally relaxes against the wood when you're done coating the room in your lewd moisture. the cause of the mess chuckles from under you; dragging your gaze down is where you find his face comically wet. dribbles of liquid stain his glasses before he takes them off to sit them beside you.
“ would it be wrong for me to wring that reaction from you? until you’re a broken mess barely processing any thoughts outside of me?”
you don’t register when, but he leans his full height, cramming his head down to kiss you deeply as you are cornered even more against the soaked desk.
Summary: Matt has never met someone who sleeps as much as his girlfriend
Author's note: I'm choosing to reject buzz cut!Matt Rempe and will continue to write him with a headful of hair :D Also this is for my sleepy girls iykyk. This is entirely inspired by myself who slept for 8 hours through the night, managed to wake up and stay awake for 2 hours before taking a 3 hour nap after working 2 and a half days (with a day off between each of those days) 😜
Word count: 1.6k
When Matt met y/n a couple years ago, she made it clear that she is not super active though she tries to stay fit and maintain a heathy diet. She loves the simpler things in life.
Like sleep.
At first he assumed she just meant that she valued an undisturbed sleep. But it didn't take him long to realise that she really just values getting as much sleep as humanly possible.
She's like a cat. Or a newborn baby.
There's not a time of day she deems inappropriate to choose to sleep or nap.
At one point he genuinely thought she was in denial about narcolepsy till he met her parents and they assured him they'd had her tested after some stubborn and aggressive teen years. But the woman just loves sleep.
She does love being awake too, she does plenty of things outside of sleeping but it truly is the love of her life. Matt comes a close second.
But really it just means that moments like coming home from an away game, he comes home to the most cuddly person on the planet. Though he has to be careful of how he chooses to approach her.
With Matt also having such a massive body it means they have a huge bed and when y/n is alone on the bed, she looks particularly tiny.
He sighs gently placing his stuff down and stripping out of his clothes since he knows the rule. No outside clothes on the bed.
He pulls the blanket up to slide underneath with her, and though it takes her a couple minutes to ease from the depth of her sleep. His arms have already pulled her towards himself realising she's actually dressed in one of his shirts, probably one he's never even got the chance to wear yet.
"Hey, baby." Matt greets softly while y/n smiles tiredly at him opting to kissing him in greeting as he hooks his hand under her knee and pulls her leg up over him. "We can just stay in bed for a bit longer."
Y/n nods tiredly more than happily closing her eyes as her face squishes into his peck while Matt smiles managing to lean down and kiss the top of her head.
The body heat radiating off of Matt always sends y/n into the deepest sleeps and he knows it's practically like a sedative for her.
It takes a couple hours for her to really show more signs of life than just breathing but eventually y/n wakes up and smiles seeing Matt scrolling through his phone.
"Hello." Y/n greets softly before she hugs into him a little more tightly.
"Hey, how was your nap?" Matt asks gently rubbing her back despite knowing the risk of that being like an off switch for the young woman.
"It was good. Better when you got here." Y/n smiles tiredly then seeming to to decide she won't let herself sleep again as she slides her leg further over him till she is straddling him and sits up, hands resting on his abdomen to keep herself steady. "How was your trip home?"
"It was pretty good. Nothing out the usual." Matt shrugs before linking their hands allowing her to lean her weight onto his hands and kiss him softly.
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"What's your plan for the day?" Matt asks as he gets ready to head out for a morning skate.
Y/n looks slightly disheveled and completely out of her comfort zone, they had a late night due to Matt not being able to keep his hands off of her. Then he woke her up managing to tempt her out with the promise of pancakes and bacon for breakfast.
"I think I might go back to sleep." Y/n grunts before taking a mouthful of pancake while Matt smiles.
Y/n does actually work but it's only part time since Matt assured her that he'd take care of her and support her financially, but her part time work tends to be the evening shift anyway since most games are later in the day and she actually works at a sports bar.
"I have a shift later." Y/n mumbles earning a small nod.
"You want me to wake you up?"
"Please." Y/n smiles tiredly as he hums and moves around to kiss her softly. "You sure you have to go to the skate? We could cuddle."
"If I'm back early I'll be right back to cuddle." Matt promises before she offers him a bite of her pancake which he more than happily takes. "I'm sorry for keeping you up later."
"It's ok. I wasn't complaining at the time." Y/n grins then standing up and finding he's already taken her plate for her. "Oh are you cleaning up too?"
"I kept you up and woke you up early. I'm tucking you back into bed in 2 minutes." Matt declares which makes her smile and move over to hug him from behind while he quickly washes her dishes before he picking y/n up and throwing her over his shoulder with a smack to her ass as y/n squeaks.
"Matt!" Y/n laughs before she goes dead weight on him.
Matt does as promised tossing her down on the bed, though he disappears into the bathroom for a few seconds and reappears with a facewipe.
"Don't want you napping with pancake and bacon residue on your face."
"You are the best boyfriend ever." Y/n smiles as he wipes around her mouth before leaning over and pecking her lips. "Thank you."
"You're welcome baby-but we're not done." Matt declares as he moves to pick up one of his abandoned hoodies before shoving it down over her head and managing to pull her arms through before he gently pushes her back.
"Your love is kind of aggressive." Y/n jokes as he throws the blanket over her and begins wedging it under her body to keep her tightly bound in before he gently taps her nose.
"All cosy"
"Yes."
"I'm gonna head out. Sleep well baby."
"I always do."
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If there's one time of year and one place that y/n thrives in her napping. It's by the lake in the middle of summer.
Y/n is practically purring as she lies on the sun lounger, tummy down, arms under her head with her hair tossed up into a bun. The bikini is providing the maximum amount of coverage she'll agree to.
Matt has spent the day flipping her from her stomach to her back while she slept the day away, getting up only to rehydrate when he poked her about it and eat when he would bring her whatever snacks he thought she'd like.
"Baby, the sun's starting to set." Matt states but y/n only grunts making it clear she's really not going to wake up. "Ok, alright."
Y/n is dead weight as he scoops her up from the lounger and he smiles as she nuzzles into him.
She did actually get out on the boat with him and they've been jet-skiing but as soon as she planted herself down, she was unmoved from that spot aside from Matt's rotations of her body.
Matt places her down in the bed before heading back down to spend time with the rest of their friends who came to the lake for the summer with them. Most of them hockey players, obviously. Most of them have an understanding that y/n will join if she wants to but sleep really comes before them.
So it's no surprise that she doesn't appear for the rest of the night and when Matt appears upstairs he finds y/n nuzzled into his pillow making him wiggle it out of her hold before sliding in and falling asleep with her.
And she sleeps through till morning before waking up first, which isn't unusual when she's essentially slept for over 18 hours.
"Where you going, baby?" Matt sighs sleepily when he feels her slipping out his hold.
"I need to pee."
"Come straight back."
"Ok." Y/n smiles leaning over and kissing him in a similar fashion to what he always does with her when he's the one leaving.
She does maybe hurry a little before returning to him and climbing back into the bed.
"How long did I sleep?"
"Too long. I started to miss you." Matt smiles, eyes still closed as he feels y/n planting a few kisses on his cheek.
"I'm sorry, you could've came and got me. I wouldn't have minded."
"No...you did your grunt when I brought you in from inside, I know better than to disturb you when you're in a grunty type of sleep." Matt teases earning an eye roll, though they both know he's not entirely joking. "Sleep takes precedence."
"I've trained you so well."
"More like you've terrified me." Matt chuckles while y/n grins unapologetically.
"Then I've done it right."
Matt hums before finally rolling over and checking the time where he groans.
"Baby, it's like 6 in the morning. I hope you can sleep some more because we are not waking up yet."
"Don't have to ask me twice." Y/n grins before he smiles and they both nuzzle down together, Matt's body wrapping around y/n as she practically passes out and falls asleep with any effort.
Zayne recovers from his high quicker than you. As your chest is still rising and falling whilst trying to catch your breath, he’ll quickly go and get you a glass of water knowing that you’ll definitely need to rehydrate. He’ll also make sure you go pee to prevent any UTIs. He’s a doctor, obviously he’ll be on top of that kind of thing. But after that, he realizes you’re both sweaty and kinda gross after doing the deed, so he’ll run a warm bath and light your favorite scented candles in the bathroom. He’d get in the tub first and hold out his hand to you and help you in, laying your body against his as he gently began to wash your backside. After your bath the two of you would get into bed together with a dim lamp on. I like to think that Zayne does some reading before bed, so you would be lying against him as he put his glasses on and reads a couple chapters of his favorite novel. Eventually, you’d fall asleep on him and when he notices this he’d pull the covers a little higher on you so you don’t get cold. When Zayne’s had his fill of his book, he’d turn off the light and slide further under the covers with you. He would sleepily take your hand in his, interlace your fingers, and softly kiss your hand before closing his eyes and falling asleep with you.
Caleb holds you close after having finished rearranging your insides first thing in the morning. He couldn’t help it— feeling your soft body pressed up against him as soon as he woke up gave him a severe case of morning wood. Your chest rapidly rises and falls as you try to catch your breath, so he has you sit in his lap (while he’s still inside you) and lays your head against his chest while you recover. You manage to fall asleep again, but when you woke up he was gone. But there was a delicious scent in the air…..smelled like…bacon? You hopped out of bed, and lazily put on a silk robe you had, walking barefoot to the kitchen where you found a shirtless Caleb making breakfast for the both of you. “Mornin’ Pips.” he’d say as he handed you a plate. You two would eat together, and he’d probably drag you into the shower with him as well. He would gently massage the areas he knew that he might have been extra rough on that morning. Yeah, aftercare with Caleb would be a great way to start the day.
Xavier…. I wanna say that he would fall asleep holding you while still inside of you, but I’ll go a different route with this. I think since his sleep schedule is so messed up, your “activities” probably took place in the dead of night, probably at like 2-3 in the morning or so. You had gone over to his place with a pizza around midnight and had been ready to watch movies till the sun came up, but clearly things went in a different direction. Xavier would lazily slip out of bed to go reheat the pizza that had been left to go cold, and brought it back to the bed. He would have you sit between his legs as he gently rubbed your thighs, soothing any aches or pains that were sure to make an appearance later on. We all know this man has got to be a beast in the sheets. While he was doing that, you had a pizza slice in one hand and the TV remote in the other as you searched for a movie to watch. The two of you carried on with your original plans to watch movies till the sun came up, and fell asleep around sunrise.
Rafayel would be peppering your whole face and body with kisses. You would still be coming down from your high when it began, he’d start with kisses between your thighs where he may have left a bite mark or two. Between each kiss he would whisper something about how beautiful your body is, like a work of art. How he wanted every detail of your body etched into his memory forever. He would leave a trail of kisses from your thighs to your hips, your stomach, between your breasts, your collarbone, your neck, jawline, and forehead. He’d place the last kiss on his favorite place to kiss you, your soft and voluptuous lips. He might get carried away, deepening the kiss until— uh oh! Looks like he’s getting hard again. Forget aftercare, looks like it’s time for round two!
Sylus. You guys totally would have been getting it on in the shower. He’s rich, so I can imagine he would have one of those showers that have a bench in them to sit on, so he has you sit between his legs on there as warm water sprays you two from above. You had cleaned yourself up earlier, but then he joined the shower and got you all hot and sweaty again… This time, he’d wash you himself. He took a few pumps of your favorite body wash in his hands as he tenderly lathered your body, being extra careful on certain areas (like your plump ass, which had burning red marks of his large handprints on both cheeks). There would probably be faint jazz music playing as you sat in comfortable silence, allowing Sylus to wash you. When he was done, he’d turn off the water and helped you out of the shower before helping you dry off and slip into your fluffy robe and fuzzy slippers. He would push a piece of your dripping hair out of your face before capturing your wet lips on his. You always felt so taken care of with Sylus.
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A/N: I VERY much enjoyed writing this one. Hope y’all liked reading it as much as I liked writing it. NOT PROOF READ, js like all my other works 😛
Your roommate grew up on a ranch before moving to the City and now she INSISTS that you come along with her to one of the biggest rodeos around. Having moved in not too long ago, you reluctantly agree even though dusty, wide open spaces are a foreign concept to your polished City girl demeanor. By chance, you meet one of the biggest names in pro-rodeo complete with a belt buckle as big as his ego. A cowboy through and through, he hates the City and the people that reside it. Little does he know that lasting eight seconds on a bull is easy compared to fighting feelings for a girl he’s supposed to hate.
Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: slight enemies to lovers, eventual smut, Sukuna is a rodeo cowboy, reader is a city girl, slight mentions of blood/injury from rodeo activities, happy ending, kissing, oral male!receiving, unprotected sex, pulling out
AN: Dividers by @/saradika-graphics. Inspired by @indiewritesxoxo He's Not My Man.
Thankfully your crew was taking it easy today because you were up until late into the night thinking about everything that had happened yesterday. It was impossible to get your heartbeat under control as you replayed that kiss over and over, letting your mind wander to what could have happened afterwards.
He’d wanted you to spend the night with him. No matter how many times you tried to rationalize him meaning something different, there was never a good enough justification to change your mind. What else could ‘come back to my hotel with me’ possibly mean? Surely he didn’t just intend for you to come back and watch TV.
It was probably just the heat of the moment. Making out and getting handsy can do that to a man and he’s probably looking for someone to warm his bed after a grueling day getting tossed around by large animals.
It wasn’t something you could easily just forget though. The rough skin of his hands still lingered where he held your hand, the heat left behind by his lips on yours persisted long after you hopped off that tailgate, and the way his thigh brushed against your own burdened you with an almost permanent, dull ache in your gut.
That empty feeling seems to have persisted throughout the night and only ramped up even more the following day while you all were grabbing some breakfast at the diner before going over for the rodeo finals. It was the last full day for all of you considering you were planning to hit the road back home tomorrow morning.
Normally you weren’t one for one night stands or getting involved with men you hadn’t known for long. Most of your hookups were guys you’d known for some time through friends, so the thought of doing something with someone famous you’d just happened to meet a few days ago was daunting. He was hot though, so so so hot. There was no denying the physical attraction you felt for him.
Even beyond his looks, he seems like a good guy. A little rough around the edges, but charming in his own way. His flirty insults have grown on you this weekend and you can’t help but fantasize about a life where the rodeo star plays a leading role. Even though things were rocky at first, after hearing what he’s been through, you can’t really blame him for being skeptical of you.
The pang in your chest starts to flare up once again. A nagging feeling that he was going to become a missed connection keeps popping into your mind. For some reason the thought of never seeing or talking to him again fills you with anxiety and a heaviness that you can’t shake off.
“You okay girlie?” Shoko’s voice jolts you out of your zoned out state. Apparently you’d just been staring at your eggs without actually eating.
“Yeah! I’m good,” you try to give a cheery answer, but she sees right through it.
“It’s him huh?” she says softly.
You gulp hard, reaching to take a long sip of coffee to buy you some time before answering. The shakiness in your voice is just bound to show itself.
“Mhmm. I feel like an idiot, but it makes me sad to never see him again. I feel like I’m fantasizing about something impossible,” you play with your napkin in your lap.
“Like, a relationship? Or…” Shoko trails off. She must have seen how you flinched so she stopped talking.
You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the useless idealization.
“Yeah. Or at least something more than this.”
It would never work though, who were you kidding. You had a job and life back in the city, a place he had no desire to set down roots. And speaking of roots, there were none to be cultivated when you were on the road nine months out of the year, surrounded by beautiful women throwing themselves at him.
What would be the point of waiting around for a girl like you.
“I wish I had better advice,” Shoko rests her hand on your arm. “Truthfully though, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I know, I feel the same way,” you sigh, glancing away towards the busy diner, eyes stinging as you try to hold back the storm inside of you.
Nothing good could come from this. Even if you were just trying to have a good time, you know inevitably you’d struggle to set aside emotions and feelings for physical gain.
Nothing good could come from this.
Sukuna stares lifelessly at the ceiling of the suite from where he’s collapsed on the couch. White and black specs dot the panels above, reminding him slightly of the speckled bull he was going to have to ride very soon.
He’s ready to go. He has his lucky jeans, just loose enough to move but tight enough to hug his muscular legs and thighs so they wouldn’t catch on anything. He’s won enough championships clad in the light blue denim to at least believe there was something special about them.
The blood red chaps he always wears lay on the back of a chair near the door, usually not putting them on until the last second because that shit was impossible to walk comfortably in. He’s got a matching red collared shirt, unbuttoned so he can still tend to the gash on his side. It hasn’t opened up since yesterday, but his medical staff was still monitoring it until it was time to go out there.
Speaking of going out there, were you somewhere in the stands? He’d asked Gojo earlier if he saw you when he took a walk to watch some of the other events, but he hadn’t looked.
He had fans…so many fans. More than he ever imagined possible when he first started rising in the ranks of pro rodeo. He never expected to one day have a stadium full of people cheering him on at Cheyenne for three days in a row. They were all faceless to him though, just a sea of denim, boots, and hats desperate to watch their favorite rodeo star make it through the hardest eight seconds known to man.
Kids looked up to him. Why? He’d never know. He wasn’t exactly the poster child of good decisions, in fact, he hopes his future son god willing doesn’t end up like him. Succumbing to the vices of fame in such naive fashion is something he cringes about regularly, going so far as to wishing sometimes that he never got into rodeo. He could instead be on the plot of his family’s ranch in the mountains that his dad gave to him, married to a girl from his hometown with a couple of kids. His days could be spent checking on and repairing fences on the property line or chasing down a stray cow that wandered away from the herd.
Preferring to keep a lower profile was so much easier these days. Life was methodical: get money from his sponsorships, do a few commercials and promotional interviews, show up and ride without any of the pageantry that he used to crave, maybe fuck around lowkey with some girl that he’ll never see again, and hopefully win the bag, moving onto the next.
A part of him liked the satisfaction of winning though. Doing something so flawlessly that so many people wished they were even halfway decent at stroked his ego in a way that boring farm life just couldn’t.
“Ryomen, they’re ready for you to come up,” his manager Toji calls from the door, interrupting him from his thoughts.
“Alright,” he grunts, exhaling loudly as he sits up.
Time to get in the zone.
Sukuna buttons up his shirt and situates his cowboy hat so it flattens his pink locks in a flattering way. Shit is just going to fly off anyways, so he doesn’t know why he bothers getting it perfect.
Well, he knows. If you’re out there, he wants to look his best.
As he pulls his chaps on, he starts to remember last night. It’s been baked into his mind ever since he finally found out what your lips felt like on his. He’d wanted so badly to just lay you down and fuck you in the back of his truck, but he also had no intentions of your first time together being out in the open where someone could have seen you.
And yes, he very much intends for there to be a first time. How?
He hasn’t figured that out yet.
If it was just some random slut, he couldn’t have cared less if someone saw. But it was you, and you deserved so much better than some stranger hearing your pretty moans and cold metal under your back. Sukuna was the only one who wanted to know what you looked and sounded like when you came. He knew he’d pull one out of you, preferably more, and no other schmuck out there was worthy of getting that experience.
And now his dick was so fucking hard. He ponders whether he should go rub one out quickly?
Probably.
But there really wasn’t any time for that. He’d just have to win and try to get that blowjob you’d propositioned him last night.
He chuckles as he walks towards the door out to the arena. The thought of what you’d look like with his dick down your throat was more motivation than the million in prize money that was up for grabs.
Sukuna already knows what it’s like to walk away with a million, but he’s dying to know how it feels to have your lips wrapped around his cock. That’s worth more than any monetary sum at this point and he’d probably beat the shit out of anyone who takes that opportunity away from him.
Pushing out the door, the harsh sun from the afternoon is starting to lessen as the early evening settles in. The damn jeans still feel so constricting, but he knows it’ll go away eventually. Sukuna wanders back behind the bucking chutes, obscured from the public eye, but he has a pretty good view of everything. His assigned speckled bull is off to the side, so he walks over to it, intending to do his usual ritual of talking shit to the animal.
“Better fuckin’ take it you piece of shit,” he grumbles at the creature, leaning against the fencing and watching how it’s nostrils flare when it catches sight of his red attire. “My girl is gonna suck me off if I win. If you do something to compromise that, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Traumatize all these women and children with a bloodbath.”
God that sounds unhinged, he smirks to himself. Losing his shit about getting some head like he’s in high school when he could probably have some random girl on her knees in the next five minutes.
But it wouldn’t be you though.
The announcer is calling out the score of another rider. Eighty-eight. Child’s play numbers. Sukuna doesn’t even bother listening half the time, concerning himself with the competition doesn’t do any good. He’ll play his game and do what he does best, regardless of how some other loser performs.
The crowd groans a moment later, likely on account of someone getting pummeled by their bull. Something Sukuna hopes doesn’t repeat itself again today. He’d like to actually be able to drag you off to the after party tonight among other things and not be confined to a hospital bed.
He meanders back over to the bucking chutes, eyes darting over to the grandstands that are chock full of people. He scans the crowd for some sign of you, but he’s so far away that he can’t really discern any distinguishing features from person to person.
He spits a wad of saliva out onto the dirt, grinding his boot over where it lands. It’s hot as fuck out here, feeling the sweat trickle down his neck and down his back. He’ll be glad to get this over with.
Toji appears at his side.
“Chute three is gonna be you,” he murmurs, gesturing towards the one at the end.
“Hmph, had that one when I won a few years back. Maybe it’ll be good luck,” he grunts, striding over to the fencing. He climbs up onto the top of the chute, getting out of the way as the other staff start herding his bull into the enclosure. The beast is thrashing around already, giving the men hell trying to get him where they need him to go.
Sukuna feels his blood heat up. He loves a challenge, never content to have a good ride on an easy bull. Seeing this one being rowdy already is exciting, eager to beat the creature at its own game.
“Feisty already huh?” his manager grins.
“Fuckin’ love it,” Sukuna feels the adrenaline pumping through his blood, cracking his neck in anticipation. The enclosure door slams shut, trapping the bull inside much to its chagrin. The animal throws its weight against the side wall where Sukuna is sitting, causing him to leap away at the last second.
“Tch, you’re gonna make me work for this huh,” he sneers down at the bull, challenging its gaze. Usually if you intimidate them enough, they’ll look away.
Sukuna scans the crowd one more time in hopes of catching some glimpse of you, but the results are fruitless. A nagging image claws into his mind of having you back here with him in the future, giving him a deep kiss and wishing him good luck, never having to look for you again.
Maybe someday. For now he needs to focus on winning this ride before turning his attention to winning you.
You watch as Sukuna leaps off the side of the enclosure for some reason, more agile than you were expecting. From where you sit, you don’t have a great view of inside the chutes, so you aren’t sure exactly what caused that to happen.
This was the last round of bull riders for the championship, so you’d know very soon whether Sukuna was going to be winning it all. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he looks out into the crowd. A stupid part of you wants to wave, but there’s no way he would see you.
One by one, each chute opens up to a rider hoping to change his life by winning one of the most well known rodeos in the country. Some fail to last the whole time, others do succeed but don’t crack the top three. The current top score is a 92 which was made by a cowboy from the first heat of riders.
Finally it’s Sukuna’s turn.
“ANNNND finally, we have world champion rider Ryomen Sukuna in chute number three. As you all know, he won at Cheyanne two years ago and placed third last year. He’s ready to take back the title for another year!” the announcer yells, earning a roar from the crowd.
Your heart thumps wildly, suddenly nervous for him. You of course want him to win, but you also know how dangerous this sport is after seeing multiple men, including Sukuna, sustain gruesome looking injuries over the weekend.
“Gooooo Sukuna!” Shoko cheers, pulling you back to the moment as you cheer alongside her.
“Please do well and be safe,” you whisper to yourself as you see the bucking chute fling open and Sukuna atop a speckled bull launches out into the arena. The animal is violently thrashing about, jumping higher and making more erratic movements compared to all the others.
All the while, Sukuna looks like he’s getting thrown around, but ultimately stays on. He stays upright, successfully adjusting to each wild movement of the beast beneath him. At one point you swear he’s going to slide off, but he’s able to hold on even though his hat goes flying, revealing that slicked back pink hair hidden beneath. The maneuver earns a roar of applause from the crowd just as the buzzer sounds at eight seconds.
The crowd is on their feet and Shoko grabs your arms.
“That was incredible! If he doesn’t place I’ll be shocked!”
“Oh my gosh I know, he really is amazing,” you smile, wildly impressed by what you just saw.
The man kicks off the back of the bull, the rodeo clown coming to his side to distract the creature while Sukuna jumps up onto the metal arena side walls. He pumps his fists in the air, firing up the crowd even more. Clearly he’s happy with his performance, so that must be a good sign right?
The crowd goes silent as the announcer comes back over the loudspeaker.
“Wow folks, what a way to end off the bull riding huh? Ryomen is always a treat and with the way he handled that bull, I’m excited to get the final score!”
The crowd hushes, on pins and needles as they await the announcement.
“Ryomen Sukuna, finishes off the round with a score of 94! Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this year’s Cheyenne Frontier Days and his second overall, THE Ryomen Sukuna!!” he excitedly announces.
Sukuna jumps off the fencing, tipping his head to the sky and seemingly yells. The crowd drowns out anything he does, but it’s obvious he’s celebrating himself. A black haired man about his size comes out and claps him on the back and Gojo joins, doing the same.
“Yessss!” you and Shoko shriek, adding to the applause all directed at him.
“You said you’d give him head if he won,” Shoko jokingly whispers in your ear.
“No way he remembers that!” you feel your face get hot, recalling your words before you walked away last night.
“Babe, there’s no way he forgot that,” she laughs, making you burst out laughing too.
Sukuna gives a short little victory speech, trying to catch his breath as he speaks.
“Thank y’all for comin’ out. Cheyenne has the best fans and there’s nothing else out there like it. I hope to be back next year to do this all over again! Oh, and come get your dolphin back, you know who you are, come get it,” he closes out his speech, making you and Shoko both gasp in surprise.
“Yeah he definitely didn’t forget,” she snickers, earning confused looks from both Nanami and Geto.
“Should I go??” you squeal, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“You can’t leave mister dolphin all alone,” Shoko shrugs. “We’ll wait for you, we wanna see Gojo anyways!”
You approach the VIP booth just outside of the building where you met Sukuna yesterday. Sure enough, your name is the only one on his list, like he was expecting you to come by.
Winding your way through the halls, lots of people are in here now. Family and friends are all celebrating their various cowboys. Some are somber, others are excited to keep the party going. All the while, you think about what you’re going to say.
Your stomach is in knots, getting more and more anxious to be around him. You’d made that comment yesterday as a joke, you really didn’t want to suck his dick in such a public area. Noting that you were only concerned about the locale, you chuckle to yourself how the tables have turned. Going from hating his guts to wanting him to rearrange them was not on your radar this weekend, but you decided that you’ll just leave the rest to fate.
His door comes into view, sitting slightly ajar. You knock as you push it open and see the medical staff packing up their bags on the table.
The black haired man you saw in the arena with him calls your name when you walk in.
“He’s in the shower, you can get something to drink if you’d like. He should be quick,” the man explains, gesturing towards the fridge.
“Oh thanks,” you respond, pulling a beer out and cracking it open.
“Do you know Sukuna from somewhere before? Oh, name’s Toji by the way,” the man holds out his hand to shake yours.
“Uhh, I met him a few nights ago at a bar,” you explain, taking a swig of the cold drink in your hand.
“Interesting. He never has guests back here, so it’s a bit of a big deal to be entertaining someone,” Toji chuckles.
Your heart starts to beat harder again, trying to determine what he’s insinuating. Sukuna was definitely prickly, so you weren’t surprised he didn’t willingly invite people into his space. For some reason you’ve been allowed to enter his abode and take up the space he was so stingy with offering to others.
“I’m gonna go, see you around,” Toji’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts. He waves before shutting and locking the door behind him.
You take a seat on the same plushy couch you spent time on yesterday. Pulling up your phone, you lean back and start texting Shoko that you made it over okay and to let you know when she was ready to leave.
Heavy footsteps coming down the hallway draw your eyes away from the screen and the sight before you practically takes your breath away.
Sukuna appears with a loose pair of jeans low on his hips, boxers just peaking out at the waistband, and no shirt on. His abs and chest are absolutely shredded and the black ink accentuates every ridge and muscle as it trails down his body. His tanned skin is full of old nicks and scars along with leftover water droplets from the shower he just took. Sukuna runs a hand through his damp, pink hair, pushing it up and back out of his crimson eyes.
You take a quick sip of your beer to wet your mouth which feels parched right now.
“Congratulations!” you smile, watching as a dimple pops on his cheek, grinning back at you as he grabs his own drink from the fridge. As he approaches, you can’t miss the dark happy trail that starts on his stomach and disappears into his pants and the scent of his cologne has your mind getting hazy.
God the things you’d let the man do to you. You’re a girl who appreciates a hot man and you can’t deny that if given the chance, you’d love to run your hands all over those abs of his.
And maybe your tongue.
“C’mere,” he stands a few paces away, taking a swig of the beer in his hand.
You stand up slowly, moving over to him. He’s massive and his height dwarfs yours. Pressing yourself against his chest, you wrap your arms around his back, feeling the muscles flexing beneath your fingers as they press against his damp skin.
Sukuna wraps his own around you, pulling you tighter against him. You stay like this for a moment, letting your body weight lean into him. He smells amazing and his skin is hot against your cheek, but then again that could just be your own skin flushing from the intimate position you find yourself in. The wall of muscle between you and him gives you a better idea of how he’s able to stay up on those damn bulls.
One of his hands comes back around to tip your chin up, forcing you to stare into those crimson eyes.
“Didn’t you say you were gonna give me something if I won?” His voice is low and smooth, lips curling into a smirk as you immediately get flustered.
“I can,” you swallow hard, feeling your eyes widen at the insinuation.
He sighs, giving you a warm smile.
“A kiss will suffice. Not gonna ask you to do all that in here,” his voice rasps, much to your relief. Instead, he tilts his head lower, lips just grazing yours. His breath smells like the beer he just drank as he waits for you to meet him halfway.
Which you of course do, molding your lips to his as you kiss him back. A faint groan rumbles up from his chest once you push your tongue into his mouth, trailing along his gums and teeth before his own tongue intercepts you. You both lazily fall into a rhythm, knowing there is nothing to rush for given you were in the privacy of his suite.
His still damp hair presses against your forehead, a few droplets dislodging with your movements. His lips are so soft, quite the contrast from the rugged man you just watched dominate a violent animal not long ago.
Suddenly, Sukuna’s tongue pushes your own back into your mouth, making you giggle in surprise. His lips curl into a smirk, but he doesn’t break the connection, letting you chase that warm muscle throughout your mouth.
Your fingers dig in harder into his back, feeling your nails press into the skin of his muscular shoulders. Sukuna’s own fingers thread into your hair, allowing him to reach even deeper into your mouth with his tongue as he deepens the kiss. Your movements become more fervent, the blood rushing through your body sounding like static in your ears. Sukuna starts to guide you backwards, the backs of your legs hitting the couch which you don’t hesitate to fall back into.
Momentarily, your lips unlock, staring up at him while he stands over you. He adjusts himself in his jeans, completely unbothered. The way his pecs jut out from where you sit make your mouth water, imagining what it would be like to kiss and lick all over his body.
You were expecting him to join you, imagining that this was going to progress beyond kissing, but now you aren’t sure.
“What?” you ask softly, cocking your head to the side.
Sukuna is biting his lower lip, body tense like he wants to pounce on you, but he’s holding himself back.
“Just thinking about all the ways I wanna take you, but I don’t have the time,” his cheeks flush, almost grimacing.
You giggle, assuming he’s fighting a painful boner at this point and by the looks of the bulge in his pants, you’d be right.
“We can be quick,” you murmur, reaching out to grab his ass, pulling him towards you. “I said I’d reward you, didn't I?”
He swallows hard, pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking at the time.
“I have like three minutes, just don’t really wanna rush it…”
You make quick work of his zipper and button, his words trailing off and morphing into a string of curses as you fish him out of his boxers.
“Tell me to stop…”
He’s so hard in your hand, realizing how thick he is before you even see it.
“Fuck woman,” he groans, helping you shimmy his pants just low enough for his erection to spring out of his jeans.
“Want m’cock that bad hmm - ohhh.”
You shut him up when you take him all the way to the back of your throat, gripping his bare ass to help steady yourself. Your nose brushes against his pelvis, inhaling the sharp scent of his body wash. You pause to adjust to the thick girth of his cock pressing against your gums and cheeks just as Sukuna’s hand gently fists in your hair, helping keep it out of your face.
Then you start to move, bobbing your head along his full length. You swirl your tongue around his tip, the salty taste of precum coating your tongue just before you take him deep again. You don’t ease into it, knowing you’re on the clock for whatever it is he has to get to. Right now you don’t really care. Even though you’re practically choking, it’s worth it to hear the breathy moans coming out of the man each time he hits your throat.
The extra spit produced by your gags is worth it anyways, helping keep everything more lubricated. When you hollow your cheeks out and increase the pressure, he can’t help but thrust deeper into your mouth, making you gag even harder at his momentary loss of control.
“Fuck, m’sorry,” he immediately apologizes, pulling his hips back.
“It's okay, just not as deep,” you briefly pull back to answer.
His hands come down to wipe away the tears that have inevitably formed, now opting to meet your movements halfway. Hollowing your cheeks again, you hold still and just let him fuck your mouth. The smacking sounds of your lips fills the space along with the deep groans from Sukuna.
Reaching up, you cup his full balls, feeling his cock stiffen up in your mouth.
“Fuck, feels s’good,” he rasps out, snapping his hips faster.
“Shit. M’close,” he warns, his dick becoming extremely hard and balls tightening. He moves his hand off of your head, giving you the choice to remove your mouth if you wanted.
You instead force his cock as deep as you can handle and once he realizes what’s happening, he groans loudly as that first spurt of cum hits your throat. His hips stutter with each pulse of his cock pumping another hit of his thick load to your mouth.
You keep sucking well after he finishes, earning a gasp from Sukuna as he just lets you keep going. Finally he pulls away, chuckling as the overstimulation finally gets to him. You release his dick with a pop, looking up into his lidded eyes as he just stares down at you with a dopey grin. Sukuna’s hand comes down to cup your cheek, thumb swiping across your lips to help gather the stray fluids at the corner or your mouth.
“That was better than winning a million dollars,” he grunts, tucking his soft dick back into his boxers before collapsing onto the couch next to you. His jeans still hang below his ass, but he doesn’t care, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you into a deep kiss.
He surprises you by shoving his tongue into your mouth just as you gasp at his admission, kissing you hungrily where his cum was just released.
“Hold on hold on,” you push his chest away. “You won a million dollars just now??”
“Mhmm,” he answers nonchalantly, his eyes lidded and dark still staring at your lips.
“I’m sorry, I like to think my dick sucking skills are decent, but there’s no way they’re better than receiving that much money,” you chuckle, staring at him dumbfounded.
“Tch, helluva lot more than decent,” he grits his teeth, fingers tightening on your shoulder.
Oh is he a jealous man?
“And, I’ve already won that much money before. Already know what it’s like. Haven’t had my cock in your mouth before though. Felt way better,” he grins, trailing kisses up your neck to your ear.
“Ahh,” you sigh when he hits a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.
“What’re you doing? Didn’t you have somewhere to be?” you murmur, pulling away before you get too invested.
He groans loudly, throwing his head back into the couch that resembles a small tantrum.
“I do. Just feel bad I wasn’t able to reciprocate.”
You laugh softly, earning a curious side eye from Sukuna.
“I wasn’t expecting anything, I promised you something and I followed through,” you shrug, which is the truth. You enjoyed yourself enough watching him succumb to the pleasure you gave him. Even the rich and famous can still be brought to their knees the old fashioned way.
He suddenly grabs you, pulling you into his lap. You squeal in surprise when he forces you to straddle him, hands reaching for his muscular shoulders to help steady yourself. Sukuna’s strong hands latch onto your hips, fingers digging into your bare skin as they disappear under your loose tank top.
His dark, crimson eyes are still full of lust, staring up at you longingly.
“I want you to come out with me tonight. There’s an afterparty at one of the bars exclusively for the participants and select guests,” his deep voice states.
Your eyes widen at his request, not expecting to go to something so exclusive.
“Like, as your date?”
“Mhmm. I’ll come pick you up from your friend's place. Just send me the address.”
His tongue pokes his cheek as he awaits your response. Your eyes trailing the ink that slides down his jaw, finding it accentuates his sharp cheekbones perfectly.
“I want all the time I can get with you,” he adds, blinking up at you. The small circles his thumbs are drawing on your skin just pull you under his spell even more.
The rational side of you stops to think. You’ve only known him for a few days but you already hold an affinity for him that you can’t quite explain. Wouldn’t spending more time just make the separation that much more painful?
Then again, maybe just making the most of this spontaneous encounter is the best course of action. You know it won’t turn into anything more and it’ll hurt no matter what. Might as well just live in the moment and it’ll be a fun memory to look back on.
“Sure, why not,” you finally answer, earning you a boyish grin from the man beneath you.
“Fuck yeah,” his eyes light up just as a knock on the door makes you jump.
“Press conference,” he explains, giving your ass a few taps as a sign to get up.
You panic, not wanting to be caught so publicly with him.
“Oh, um, what should I do?” you ask as you stand up, trying to smooth out your clothes and hair. Sukuna however seems unbothered, his pants still unbuttoned and hanging off his hips as he stands up with you.
“Hang on a sec,” he answers, bounding quickly away to the bathroom and reappearing in a loose fitting Justin Boots shirt and a Yeti hat.
Oh yeah, his sponsors. Wild to think you gave head to a guy who has sponsorships and just casually won a million dollars. He grabs a belt from the table and slides on a large buckle, noticing it was the champion stamp for the rodeo he just won.
“Oh, the dolphin is in my truck. I’ll give it to you tonight?” he grins as he tries to pull on his boots. He seems all giddy now, trying to get dressed but still hovering around you.
“Sure,” you respond, still unsure of what you should be doing.
Sukuna moves over to the door, looking through the peephole.
“Hmm, just my publicist,” he sighs, unlocking and opening the door to reveal a well dressed woman. She nods at you with a smile before turning to the cowboy.
“Congrats Ryomen, ready for your favorite part now?” she laughs, making him roll his eyes.
“I reckon I have to,” he groans, gesturing for you to come over.
“Are there a lot of cameras out there?” he asks.
“Yeah a few. Want me to take her out the other way?” the woman answers, making you cringe internally, wondering how many times this has happened before.
Sukuna looks over to you, resting his hand on the small of your back before leaning down.
“I recommend not going out the main entrance with me unless you want to get plastered all over the media. They aren’t friendly to women I’ll just say that and I don’t wanna put you in an uncomfortable situation,” he explains, making your stomach feel queasy. The last thing you want is to be labeled as some cheap whore for the rodeo star to pass the time with.
Knowing what kind of women he’s been involved with, you don’t think you could take the critiquing and comparisons that would be thrown your way.
“Yeah, I think that’s for the best,” you say softly, looking down towards the floor.
“Alright, miss, follow me. Ryomen put your damn hat on,” his publicist snaps at him, going into business mode.
Sukuna grabs his cowboy hat from a rack by the door.
“I’ll walk her out and meet you back here,” he grunts at the woman, guiding you forward with his hand on your back again. You walk wordlessly down the hall towards a dark corridor opposite the direction you came.
“I’m not doin’ this for any other reason than to protect you,” he breaks the silence, tipping his hat back to get a better look at you. “The press is ruthless and you don’t deserve that.”
“No I get it, no worries,” you respond, knowing it’s for the best.
Eventually you make it to a door that opens up to a path leading up the side of the arena. Your friends should not be too far away.
“Send me your address, don’t forget. I’ll pick you up at eight,” he reminds you, spinning you around to cage you against the wall.
Just as you start to regain your balance, he presses a harsh kiss to your lips, surprising you again. He stays like that for a few seconds, feeling his lashes flutter against your cheek as he tips the hat sideways to get it out of the way.
He finally pulls away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
“See you tonight brat. It’ll be a welcome relief after fuckin’ around with the press for a few hours.”
You find yourself in the same bar as the other night. It pretty much looks the same: some shitty country band is playing for drunk people on the dance floor, the bar and booths are crowded with a sea of denim and boots, and everyone is fawning over Sukuna incessantly.
The main difference is that you are willingly spending time with Sukuna whereas the other night every other word out of his mouth was about to send you spiraling into a rage.
You’d both agreed that he’d introduce you as his friend if anyone asked. It seemed that being a rodeo cowboy was more wholesome than you realized. Almost half of the guys you met had wives or long term girlfriends while the other half seemed to be living their best lives as single guys with no shortage of women vying for their attention.
Sukuna was a bit of a mystery. He clearly had a girlfriend in the past, but he didn’t seem all that interested in attracting female attention now as a single man. Quite frankly you didn’t really want to witness that, fully accepting your attraction to him at this point.
“So you must come to a lot of these huh? Always winning it seems,” you say to him as you both find a place at the end of the bar to sit. He’s wearing the same clothes as earlier, just now in a more casual t-shirt instead of something collared.
Sukuna turns to face you, letting his arm rest on the back of your chair.
“It’s hit or miss honestly. When I was younger I liked the attention and having a good time. Now, sometimes crawling into bed seems way more appealing after getting my shit rocked by a bull,” he answers, mouth twitching with a smirk as he grabs his beer bottle and takes a sip.
“Well it must have been worth your while to come out tonight,” you tease, earning a cocked brow from Sukuna in response who takes a long sip before speaking.
“Eh, we’ll see.”
“Ugh!” you smack his arm, pulling a mirth filled laugh from him.
“Kidding brat. I wouldn’t have invited you if I knew you’d be no fun,” he rolls his crimson eyes in amusement.
“So what’s next for you? What’s your typical routine after you win a big competition?” you ask, curious as to what his life is like outside of these three days you’ve gotten to know him.
“Hmm, well my manager kinda keeps track of all that. Usually we see when the next gig is, then book a nice place to stay for the week before to relax before competing again. Just easier than spending time traveling all the way back to my family’s ranch just to fly out again. The only requirements are a good gym and a jacuzzi tub,” he explains.
“Is the loneliness hard?” you ask. “It seems like a lot of these guys have families.”
Sukuna chews on his thumbnail, pausing before speaking.
“Like I said, when I was younger it wasn’t really a concern of mine. When we were together, my ex would come visit and watch sometimes and while I did enjoy it at the time, thinking about her doing stuff behind my back just put me in a bad headspace,” he mutters, nodding at the bartender to get him another beer.
“Do you think you’ll ever try the whole dating thing again?” you lean closer, not wanting to speak too loud.
He chuckles lightly, running his hand through his hair.
“I’m not exactly looking, but I wouldn’t be opposed if the right one made herself known. No more famous models though, done with that shit.”
You laugh at his comment, bare shoulder accidentally brushing against his arm on the back of your chair. The contact sends a sharp jolt through your body.
“I’m sure you could have your pick of the cowgirl carbon copies that are hovering around in here,” you giggle, nodding your head at a group of girls just on the periphery who are staring at the pink haired cowboy next to you.
“Nah, they get obsessed and entitled, it becomes their whole identity and they won’t leave you alone,” he laughs, “not worth it for some mediocre sex.”
“Okay mister too good for the average person.”
“Not what I said brat,” he clicks his tongue a few times but he never stops sporting that boyish grin that you’ve grown so accustomed to. Sukuna gets up briefly to use the bathroom and in the seconds after he disappears, a different cowboy you don’t recognize comes up to you.
“Wanna dance?” he asks casually. The man has a few obvious scars on his face and his hair is longer than you expected.
“Oh, I’m here with someone,” you quickly answer.
“Sukuna? He’s not a long haul kinda guy. Don’t think he’d mind.”
You just laugh awkwardly and try to turn away without responding. The guy seems a little intoxicated though, reaching out to grab your hand.
“C’monnnn. It’ll be fun-”
“Why’re you touching my date Mahito?” you hear Sukuna’s deep voice behind you, clipping his words in annoyance.
“C’mon Sukuna, you and I both know you don’t date. Just asking the pretty lady to dance is all.” Mahito tries to tug on your arm but Sukuna lunges forward first, grabbing Mahito’s shirt in his fist.
“Not true, back the fuck off,” Sukuna growls, the reds of his eyes flashing starting to darken.
That’s all it takes for Mahito to throw a punch at Sukuna, fist colliding into the side of his cheek. Sukuna doesn’t even flinch, making the other man wince as he realizes his attempt didn’t do jack shit.
“Ohhh-ho ho, you done it now you piece of shit,” Sukuna glares at Mahito, cracking his neck and knuckles. Sukuna looks like a giant compared to the other man.
“So possessive over some stupid slut-”
Mahito can’t finish his sentence because Sukuna violently shoves him into some empty barstools, causing the furniture to crash onto the floor. The crowds all stare over at your area, observing how Mahito shakes his head as he tries to climb out from the mess of chairs he’s tangled up in.
“Are you okay?” Sukuna comes to your side, unbothered by the man on the floor. He grabs your wrist where Mahito had grabbed you, inspecting it closely.
You’re glad Sukuna put a stop to everything. Mahito putting his hands on you after you’d politely declined had your skin crawling.
“I’m fine,” you say softly, still in shock that Sukuna could lay someone out so easily.
Sukuna doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night, even asking one of his fellow cowboys if his wife could accompany you to the bathroom so you wouldn’t have to go alone. Both of you take it easy on the booze, having a good enough time dancing and teasing each other.
His hands become an almost permanent presence on your body as the night goes on. What started as a casual arm around the back of your chair morphed into tender caresses of his hand on your thigh. Sukuna is respectful, not sliding too high up, but giving just enough pressure that lets you know he’s interested.
The way his cheeks flush after each joke you throw his way makes your heart stutter. Sukuna’s eyes deepen with longing as he watches you talk, never interrupting, but listening intently to every word. Sometimes his large hand will give your thigh a squeeze if someone walks over to where you both are seated and begins talking to him. It’s like a constant reminder that even though he’s preoccupied, you’re still on the forefront of his mind.
You try to forget that this is all for one night because you are having a blast with a man you will probably never see again. Your chest aches at the thought as you slowly watch the clock inch towards midnight. Sukuna’s own gaze flickers over to the clock on the wall, lip twitching into the beginnings of a frown.
“It’s almost time to leave huh?” you comment, watching his jaw tighten ever so slightly before he collects himself.
“Seems that way.”
Final call is announced and at that time, you start to gather up your bag and slip your jacket on. You were tired as it was and figured Sukuna was too. Sukuna closes his bar tab and threads his fingers in yours one more time as he leads you towards the exit. It’ll be nice to beat the rush before everyone tries to leave at one time.
He helps you up into his truck given you are just a tad bit tipsy, but he assures you he would have done it anyways.
The ride back to Shoko’s is quiet, both of you ignoring the fact that the further from town you travel, the closer you get to saying goodbye. His hand still holds yours, resting on the center console. Whenever your hand trembles ever so slightly, you’re met with a rough squeeze of his own. The callouses on his palms feel rough, but comforting. It’s a feeling you’re trying to memorize and carry with you for as long as you’ll remember, but like all things, with time it’ll fade.
You only hope you’ll at least recall how this night made you feel, even if the individual scenes and moments blend into each other like stars into dawn. The exact positions are something you can’t recall, but you know that like the fabric of the night sky, being with him right now brings relaxation and peace.
The road surface changes as gravel crunches beneath the tires. You’ve turned onto her family’s driveway, the porch light a speck in the distance. The stuffed dolphin from the carnival lays in your lap, the one memento you’ll take away from this weekend.
Maybe it’ll help you remember all this as time drags on.
You wonder what he’s thinking, if you both are experiencing the same storm in your minds. Sukuna seems tense, but his stoic expression gives nothing away, eyes trained on the road. So badly you want him to just turn the truck around, find some reason to extend your time together no matter how trivial it might be.
You aren’t picky right now.
The truck suddenly lurches to a stop and for a moment you believe he somehow read your mind. Unfortunately it's just a racoon darting across the road, but you can’t help but be happy he didn’t run over the poor animal.
Instead of continuing on, Sukuna just falls back against his seat, sighing loudly. He cocks his head towards you, revealing a hint of sadness on his face. It catches you off guard, he doesn’t seem like the type to display anything close to vulnerability.
“What are we doing?” he mutters, thumb lazily sliding back and forth across your knuckles.
“You’re driving me back, no?” you answer him, unsure what kind of answer he’s looking for.
He huffs out a laugh, eyes closing briefly before looking back at you.
“You know what I mean.”
You search his face for a sign that he’d welcome what you really want to say like his words aren’t obvious enough.
Swallowing hard, you build up the courage to speak your mind.
“I don’t want this night to end.”
“It doesn’t have to,” he quickly responds.
“I’ll turn this car around right now, just say the word.”
You stare straight out the front windshield, watching the prairie grasses billow in the headlights.
“You up for one more ride?”
Sukuna fumbles to turn the hotel room light on while he supports your weight with one arm. Your legs are locked around his waist and once he finally succeeds, he shoves your back against the wall, teeth clashing with the devouring nature of the way your lips are locked.
It was comical how fast Sukuna had driven back to town, shocking you that he didn’t get a ticket. Then he’d practically grabbed you up in his arms and raced up to his room, stopping to press bruising kisses into your lips in the stairwell more than once.
Now he’s moved to your neck and your hands are in his hair, sharp canines dragging down your skin interspersed with his tongue soothing the areas he bites. He groans when you dig your nails into his scalp, grinding his erection against your waist as he presses you even harder into the wall.
“Sukuna, hurts,” you gasp, wanting him to stop before he actually molds your body into the paint.
“Sorry,” he mutters, pulling back to look at you. His eyes are lidded and dark, lips puffy and red from the rugged exploration of your exposed body. Sukuna’s hair is a disheveled mess courtesy of your wandering hands, but altogether the sight makes your chest flutter.
It feels like mere seconds pass before you are under him on the bed, all of your clothes haphazardly thrown in the floor like a trail leading from the entrance where this all started.
“Shit,” he growls, eyes roving all over your body like he can’t decide what he wants to focus on first. “So fuckin’ sexy.”
You’d say the same thing if he wasn’t already pushing your knees up to your chest and rubbing his tip through your soaking folds. Every instinct is telling you to slow down, it’ll probably hurt with the thick cock he’s palming right in front of you, but the little spark that jolts through your body when he presses against your clit says otherwise.
You just can’t be bothered to pump the brakes, not when you burst into the room like two wildfires chasing gasoline, consuming every ounce of oxygen available in the enclosed space.
Sukuna’s rough hands find your tits, rolling your nipples with his fingers. He’s rough and insistent, but somehow gentle, pulling lewd moans from your lips that you feel no shame in giving him based on the cocky smirk blooming across his face.
“Need it Sukuna,” you hook your legs around his hips, earning a look of surprise from the man when you pull him closer.
“Now? Y’don’t want me to warm you up?” his husky voice and caring words just exacerbate the situation, making the ache for him inside of you even harder to contain, desperate to quench the fire within.
“Been warming me up all weekend,” you giggle, pulling him down and forcing your tongue into his mouth. At the same time, you reach between your bodies, gripping his cock and guiding him towards your entrance.
“Shit woman,” he murmurs against your mouth, forehead pressed against yours. “Y’sure?”
“Mhmm, just pull out kay?”
His cock twitches in your hand like the mere thought of being inside of you is about to make him combust.
“Yeah, I will. Hold my shoulders.”
Thank god you do because the stretch is insane as he pushes inside of you. Even with how soaked you are, you feel every ridge and vein against your walls as he pauses to let you adjust.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, spreading your thighs further apart to try and help work you open without causing more discomfort.
Meanwhile your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders as you suffer out the initial pain. You’re sure there will be marks leftover, but that’s just the cost of doing business with a cock this large.
He slowly starts to thrust in and out, all the discomfort slowly fading into simmering pleasure once he gets all slicked up. The muscles beneath your fingers harden with each slow roll of his hips as he holds himself up above you.
Sukuna drives himself deeper, now beginning to move faster with each deliberate snap of his hips. The grimace on your face has quickly disappeared and now you’re moaning his name as he finds your sweet spot.
“Fuck, right there,” you gasp as he drags his tip against that pleasurable area that drives you wild.
“Tch, yeah? Like that brat?” he’s grinning as he watches you clearly falling apart underneath him. His chest and abs tense and flex with each thrust, tattoos rippling with his movements as he drills into you harder. You can’t even respond, completely in the throes of pleasure as your mind tries to keep up.
It’s almost embarrassing how fast you feel the coil of desire threatening to burst and when his thumb comes down to find your clit, you know it's imminent.
“Gonna come f’me?” he grunts, reading you like a book. Each slap of his hips against your pelvis only adds to the sensory overload he’s giving you.
Shattering beneath him gives Sukuna his answer, eyes widening as he watches your orgasm tear through your body. You feel yourself clenching around his hardened length, earning a sharp intake of breath from Sukuna as you just let your body ride it out. A flood of warmth gushes from your core, now causing each thrust to emit a clicking sound as his cock glides through your release.
Sukuna pulls out without warning, eyes screwed tight and cock pulsing in his hand as he tries to regain control. Your chest meanwhile heaves as you come back down from your high, sitting up on your elbows to watch him while trying to calm your breathing.
“You gonna come now?” you tease, trailing your foot up his inner thigh to poke his balls. “Gonna last as long as you do on those bulls?”
He narrows his eyes at your comment insinuating he can’t go longer than eight seconds.
“I’ve ridden enough this weekend, it’s your turn,” he grins and before you can respond, he has you both flipped around, you now straddling him with your hands on his chest.
“How do you know I haven’t been riding this whole time?” you joke. The way his jaw clenches is enough to tell you he didn’t like that, roughly grabbing you and shoving you down on his slicked up cock.
“Ohmygod I was joking,” you cry out as he thrusts up into you from below, the full feeling overtaking everything. He plants his feet on the bed and fucks you hard, finding your sweet spot once again, the slapping of his balls against your ass echoes through the room. If he has people in the rooms next to him, there’s no way they can’t hear this.
“Well I didn’t care for your joke,” he gives you a devilish grin as he watches himself disappear into your pussy with each harsh thrust. “Now fuckin’ ride me,” he abruptly stops, slapping your ass with a sharp crack.
The sting spurs you on to start riding his cock, your breasts bouncing in time to your movements. Sukuna seems mesmerized, eyes following the way they jostle and move. His large hands find your hips, digging into your skin as he bites his bottom lip.
“How’s it feel? Ridin’ the fuckin’ cham?,” he starts running his mouth again and you can’t deny that his words spur you on. You’re riding a guy who just earned a million dollars who shouldn’t be allowed to have a body this fine.
Riding him harder, you start to feel the familiar heat in your core as your pleasure builds. He just fills you up sooooo good, every inch of him pressing against your walls while his defined head plows that spot driving you towards the brink of ecstasy.
Sukuna licks his lips before you guide his hands to your tits.
“Fuck,” he groans the second his hands touch the plush skin of your breasts. He squeezes them with no plan, completely at your mercy as you use his length to push yourself over the edge again. Your whole body jerks and contracts and Sukuna takes over to fuck you through your orgasm.
“Shit I’m close,” he pushes you off in the middle of your climax, positioning you on your stomach prone bone as he swiftly enters you again. He doesn’t even ease into it, fucking you harder than you even knew you could handle, vision going white as you continue to ride the high. Sukuna chases his own release, plunging himself somehow deeper as his rhythm starts to falter.
The next slam of his pelvis against your ass doesn’t come as he pulls out, groaning loudly when his hot, damp cum starts to coat your back.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Sukuna grunts your name as each warm spurt hits your spine. He exhales loudly once he’s finished, falling forward to prop himself up on one arm, chest pressed to your back to kiss your shoulder. He’s careful not to crush you, peppering your skin with his soft lips, inhaling deeply against your neck.
The bed dips as he stops momentarily to climb over you.
“Hold on, lemme get a towel.”
Sukuna returns quickly and begins to gently wipe you down, running a warm washcloth over the sticky spots which feels so refreshing. He dries off your skin with the towel one more time before he chucks them both onto the dresser across the room.
He wastes no time manhandling you to lay on his chest. It was unfortunate that you couldn’t see his face when he came, but you know he’d been trying to get you in a position so he could pull out easier like you asked.
His face right now was flushed red, eyes a deep, dark crimson from his lingering desire. The fluffy, pink strands of his hair were a mess, giving him a cute look about him.
“What?” he rasps, smiling at you.
“You just look cute,” you chuckle, earning a laugh from Sukuna.
“You look cute too. All fucked out and glowing,” he caresses your cheek, planting soft kisses on your head.
Your eyes feel heavy and your body content. All the tension from the weekend seems to have unraveled and been replaced with comfort, like something that had been lost was finally found.
Or you were finally home after a long time away. His strong arms make you feel safe and the way he clings to you helps you commit to memory the way his body melds with yours.
You don’t really want to go to sleep, wanting to make the most of your night together. Maybe you’ll just doze off and then after a nap you can get back to it again. There’s so much more you want to experience with him.
Given how good the sex had been in this first round, you can’t imagine what he could do if you let him take his time.
Lucky for you, you’d end up finding out over and over again throughout the night until the sun started breaking through the gaps in the curtains, marking the final day.
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