#my works

[f41ryb0nes]

Leon comes home feeling better than he has in ages, and he knows just how he wants to show you.

ao3 ✦ wc: 5.9k

tags: Leon Kennedy/cisfem!reader, marathon sex, multiple creampies, p in v, porn w/o plot, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, cockdrunkeness, rough sex, praise & degradation, aftercare, wife!reader, can imagine with or w/o age gap, re9 requiem spoilers

a/n: I meant for this to be love-making but then it turned freak nasty oops

SMS Message: Home tomorrow.

Sender: Leon S.K.

You jumped up from the couch as you read it, the words shaking on the screen you held with trembling hands.

You didn’t think he’d come home so soon. You didn’t think he’d come home at all.

The next 18 hours were a blur, and then you heard it: the purr of a familiar motor in the driveway. It stopped you dead in your tracks, standing as still as a statue in the kitchen. You tensed as you waited for the sound of footsteps outside— held your breath as you heard the key in the lock— watched unblinkingly as the handle turned— when Leon walked through the door, time itself went still.

For a moment, all you could do was stare. You didn’t know what to expect. Every mission changed him, and you didn’t know what new version of him would walk through the door now, or how to react to it. And the stakes had never been higher.

The days before his departure were spent mostly in silence, doing little else except hold each other as his departure neared every second. You both knew the two likely results: he’d either die in the place it all began or come home even closer to death’s door. He’d wait for his disease to slowly consume his soul while he made his own funeral plans, and you’d stay close to your gun to prepare for the moment he went cold.

You’d spent the time between his text and now clinging to hope and preparing yourself for the worst. You’d never felt as fragile as the moment he opened the door.

He looked your way as the lock clicked behind him. It was only a few seconds, but they expanded into eons as you searched him for signs of bad news. A knit in his brow, or a downward tug of his lips. Traces of tears he may have wiped away in the car before you could see them. His steely eyes filling with grief.

But you didn’t see any of that. Instead, he grinned and held his arms out wide.

You flew crashing into them. He was steady, firm, and tight as you clutched your fists into the back of his shirt. His arms wrapped around your head and he kissed the top of it softly, swaying you ever so slightly because he was too overcome to stand still.

For minutes, all you did was stand in the doorway and hold. That was the quiet choreography of all of his homecomings, though it never felt routine. Each time it had a different weight, and this one was the heaviest yet by far.

When you finally were able to pull away, you scanned him again for signs of injury, physical or otherwise. You knew him like you knew yourself, and even the most imperceptible changes never got past you.

Your eyes widened when they dropped to his neck.

You didn’t have to ask; he already knew the question. He answered it, still smiling, his voice gravelly and low, soft and tired, but not weary. All of it built up your hopes until he finally spoke it into reality.

“I’m alright, baby.”

His hands grazed your face, and you nearly flinched at the feeling of his bare fingertips purely out of habit. You’d spent months of him preventing you from coming into contact with his infected tissue. But then you realized what you were feeling: real skin sans leather, flesh devoid of flaw. His fingers were roughened from calluses and nothing more, complete with his wedding band returned to its rightful place.

Your eyes watered in disbelief and awe. A trepidatious smile grew on your lips as he cupped your cheek in his palm. You covered his hand with your own and pressed into the warmth while your other hand traced up his torso, until you were grazing over the skin of his neck and nudging down his shirt collar.

It was free of all black-rotted dry patches, no cracks on the surface to be seen. Nothing but a fresh scar you didn’t need to ask about right now. Right now, all that mattered was that he was whole and solid, returned to his natural state, totally healed and hot-blooded under the surface.

Your breath hitched at his body heat. Oh, how you missed his skin.

“You’re really okay..?”

The words were small and barely squeaked out. You didn’t want false hope. You needed to know the healing was more than just skin deep. His reaction assuaged all fears.

“Yeah. I really am.”

The truth took a moment to permeate the air. When it did, he took you in a kiss so firm and certain, it crushed all remaining doubt.

You met it fiercely, pushing yourself against his torso to feel him closer. Your hands threaded into the hair on the nape of his neck as he wrapped his arms around to hold you firmly in place.

Your tongue darted out first, or maybe his did, you couldn’t say. And from there, it happened fast.

His hands moved to the back of your head, then your waist, and then your ass, where they couldn’t help but grope and lift until your legs wrapped around him and he held you in the air. You grabbed his face as your lips parted wider to allow his tongue further inside. He roughly kicked off his boots and then he was walking. He kept kissing you all the way through— he didn’t need to open his eyes, he knew where he was going.

Your back met the cool blankets on your bed and then he was crawling over you, caging you under him in the dark. You wrapped your hands around his biceps and felt the muscles flex as he lowered himself to kiss down your neck, covering each square inch of skin with his sloppy, desperate kisses.

“I feel better than I have in years. Spent the whole trip home waiting to show you.”

'To prove it to you' was in the subtext.

He returned to your mouth hotly and grinded his hips into your center, the friction of his jeans against the soft fabric of your home clothes making you keen into the toe-curling feeling. He pulled his shirt over his head and you took the opportunity to speak.

“Turn the lamp on, need to see you.”

He made quick work of reaching over to it, and then you shuddered as your palms felt the expanse of his abdomen. Tight ab muscles, beefy pectorals, and broad shoulders. The sight you never got sick of that made up his brawny form. All of it healed and renewed.

He kept grinding while you took him in. Your arms went up and around and down again, nearly worshipping the flesh. But when you yanked at his belt, he stopped you with his hands around your wrists, bringing them to each side of your head and caging you in again.

“Spent too much time thinking about what I’m gonna do to you.” He sat back up and you kept your arms where he fixed them as he began to pull at the elastic waistband of your bottoms. He kissed your exposed navel and you shivered as he mumbled into you. “Need’ta show you how I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”

You never felt like his age held him back much in the bedroom— his job relied on stamina and endurance, and though his job was physically demanding and he was not quite in his prime, the toll was mostly seen in the back pain after; it hardly showed in the moment. As his hands and mouth traveled every inch of exposed skin like a starving animal, you wondered if you could even handle him giving you something more. The thought of finding out went straight between your legs.

His mouth went straight there, too.

You nearly yelled as he dove into your cunt with a fervent tongue, lapping and sucking and messily making out with your folds, his thumbs kneading to pull open the soft fatty skin of your vulva. He wasn’t interested in wasting any time on teasing, clearly.

Your thighs clenched around his head and a hand pushed against his head reflexively to fight off the sudden intensity, but it was useless. The pressure of your legs around his head only spurred him on until your cunt was soaked in spit– it certainly wasn’t your own wetness– he devoured every ounce that escaped before it could go anywhere but his mouth.

You bucked and twitched as you cried out his name. “Leon, Leon, s’too much, holy— fuck, Leon—” but he only spread your thighs and kept your there, pointing his tongue to circle sharply around your clit.

“I’m just getting started, baby,” he said, sucking your clit into his mouth and letting go with a flilthy noise, “thought I’d never taste this sweet cunt again, gonna drink my fucking fill.”

Your head fell back as he dove back in, steady and thorough and obscene. You took deep breaths, although they were more like hitched pants and moans until you acclimated to the sensation. He hummed as he felt you melt under him and added a single finger inside, groaning when you arched into it.

He slowed down, his finger rocking and curling in and out and his tongue lapping at you. You looked down to see his darkened eyes gazing at his work between tastes, and you shuddered as he licked his lips before retracting all touch. Your hips flinched upwards to beckon him to return, but he didn’t. He met your eyes and reveled in your wanton expression as he sucked you off his fingers, never breaking eye contact as he rose to kneel between your parted legs.

He finally began to do away with his jeans, and something changed in his tone as he did. You shivered with desire as you watched him move. It was deliberate and slow. He was undressing like a threat.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen…”

His belt fell with a thud against the ground—

“I’m gonna fuck you until you cry…”

The button fell apart with a flick of his wrist—

“Fill you so full of cum you’ll be dripping ‘til next week…”

The zipper seemed to ache as it slowly parted open—

“And you’re gonna fucking take it.”

Unhurriedly and never once looking away from you, he pushed his pants and boxers down until his thick cock sprang free. You whined at the sight of it, eyes fixed where it hung in the air. It was dark pink– definitely darker than usual– his hot blood expanding every vein. He was harder than you’d ever seen him, a full display of the immensity of his desire, so much that it nearly looked painful. When a bead of precum began to appear on his tip, your mouth watered for it.

Your eyes scanned upward as you realized he’d stopped talking and was kneeling there in wait while you stared. You took in his form on the way up; the way his abs tightened with every throb of his cock, the striations of his brawny arms, the few new cuts over old scars. The heavy rise and fall of his chest as he held back for the last time tonight.

And then, you saw his face. His chin was slightly raised as if he was looking down on his next confirmed kill. His lips were still glistening with slick as they were pulled into something not unlike a snarl. His hair was halfway in his eyes, but it did nothing to conceal the intent within them.

“You think you can handle that?”

Your eyes fleeted to his navel, only for a second, assessing him like a loaded gun that was aimed right at you. His hands held his clothes in tight fists and his cock leaked with pre.

You met his eyes again and blinked as you nodded and choked out a needy, “yes,” and your gulp gave away your uncertainty. But that only seemed to spur him on.

He fell forward; suddenly, his face was inches away from your own, one hand on the mattress beside your head to hold himself up, the other yanking his pants off as quickly as he could.

“You know what to say if you can’t,” he grumbled, hunkering down to glide his tip against you until it notched against your entrance, “because telling me to stop won’t be enough.”

He grabbed your wrist at the same time he violently drove in, knowing you’d leap from it and keeping you there anyways. You were nothing but a mess of yelps and moans as he beat his way inside, clawing against his back and shoulders. A single finger wasn’t enough to ready you for this, and the knocks against your cervix were only soothed by the equal force against your g-spot.

Each merciless pounding of his fat cock stretched your walls to their limit, and he truly didn’t give you any other option but to take it. You groaned at the way he used his broad build to keep your legs open to him, every ounce of muscle that you were no match against weighing down to pin you there.

With an arm wrapped under you to hold you by the back of the neck and the other tightening in the hair on the crown of your head, he caged you in to face him. But your dizzy eyes were squeezed shut and could only open to roll back into your skull.

He shook you lightly by the hair. “Look at me,” he growled. You mewled as you attempted it, but your glossy eyes went straight back behind your eyelids. He did it again, harder, pistoning up to fuck you harder, too. “Look at me, you fucking bitch.”

The shock of his words made your eyes shoot open with a gasp and a furrowed brow, far removed from the gentle reverence he held you in at the door. His gaze bore straight into you with a scowl, his adoration replaced with possession.

He was terrifying. Unhinged. A madman on the loose inside of you. A killer who lashed against your walls with uncalculated raw power. Though you could only see his face, it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

While you were still reeling from the disparagement, he gritted angrily into your face, crowding you until your noses nearly touched.

“Who owns you?”

You could only attempt to answer, your voice breaking into a sputtering moan as he bottomed out harshly again and again, not needing any of the great focus it took you to speak.

The pitiful noise you’d made wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed the sides of your neck and you arched off the bed, but that only sent your body flush against his, which didn’t make you any clearer-headed.

“Tell me who fucking owns you.”

You felt like you were floating as your brain was cut off from blood flow, and out of care for your own wellbeing, you managed to answer him.

“Y-you, Leon—“

He let go of the pressure and smirked as you gasped. “Mouth not so good for talking right now, huh? Only good for one thing?”

He unclasped his fingers from your hair and brought them to your chin, delving into your parted lips to hook around your bottom teeth. You let your jaw fall open and watched in shock as he spat inside.

“Swallow it,” he commanded, fingers digging into your face as he pushed it shut. You shuddered as you did, and his own eyes rolled back now.

His head fell into the crook of your neck with a smoky groan. You felt hot puffs of air against your pulse as his hands became gentler, like he revered you for doing what he demanded.

“Gorgeous fucking girl… needed this cunt so bad, went through hell to get back home to you…”

His hold on you may have lessened, but his words held your heart in his fist and squeezed. He’d captured your thoughts so purely on the present, you nearly forgot the context.

Your arms were limp as they tried to wrap around his back, barely able to hold on as he moved with every pounding of his hips. But still, they searched him, chest filling with every inch they felt unmarred by disease, and your cunt pulsed as he searched you for places to grab. Your ebbing breasts, the small of your waist, the meat of your hips, landing finally on the underside of your knee where he changed the angle to impale himself even deeper.

You were losing it, and he could tell. He thrust upwards to meet where your hips rose to help him land in that perfect spot and he kissed your jugular— first a peck, then an open-mouthed kiss, and then a full-on lick of his tongue.

Your legs trembled under him. “Leon, I’m, fuck, please,” you breathed.

He twisted your nipple and nipped under your ear as if to mock how it made you writhe. “Oh yeah? You sure you wanna cum so soon?”

‘So soon’ ..?

Maybe he wasn’t all talk when this started. Maybe that savage look in his eye wasn't a trick of the light. At this rate, he wasn’t going to fuck you until you cried, he was going to fuck you until you died.

But he wanted it. He lifted himself enough to sear your mouth with a kiss, his thrusts slowing momentarily to wedge his hand against your clit. He gathered the wetness between your bodies to easily rub against the silky nub. Your toes curled and your spine curved to seek the friction of his freshly calloused fingers. He deepened the kiss as you moaned, and it became all tongue so he could swallow the sounds in his throat.

He was debauched. Delirious. A bad man smiling as he plucked petals from a flower. Delightfully drowning himself in sin. All you could do was surrender as he brought you your undoing.

You came with wild cries and jolts of ecstasy, nails digging into his deltoids as he sped up even more. You watched him look down at his cock being covered in your cream, a ragged sound in his throat as you tightened around him with each wave of pleasure.

You panted sharply as you barely began to come down, and he lifted himself up on his haunches, kneeling between your legs as he soaked up the sight.

Once your half-lidded eyes met his, he grabbed your hips to brutally fuck you into him.

You clawed at the sheets as he used you like a toy. You won’t be surprised if your ass is speckled with fingertip-shaped bruises tomorrow. All you could see in front of you was your breasts recoiling from each thrust, and behind them, Leon lost in his own world of feeling. His head was tipped back and you saw the stubble under his chin— his pecs were flexed and flushed pink from the vigor— all of him covered in a light gloss of sweat that shone in the warm lamplight.

He was intoxicating to behold, and it was absolutely unfair, because you already lost the ability to think straight. Now you drank him in with your eyes, and you were totally inebriated.

Your moans turned into some kind of mumble. You didn’t know what words you were hoping to form, but it was something along the lines of a warning that he was approaching the realm of too much. He looked down at your babbling with a lust-filled, lazy smirk, all too pleased with himself already.

“Whatdya want, love? You drunk on my cock already?”

He slapped your clit and laughed lowly as you gasped and jolted, then propped your limp legs around him and barreled in even more. Steady, fast, and loud.

Thank god the apartment days were over or the cops would come any minute. Skin slapping against skin, the headboard banging dents into the drywall, you crying out for him like he was carving out your heart. A noise complaint in the making. But when he signed the property deed, it came with the right to make you scream, neighbors be damned.

And scream you did as he held you even tighter and thumbed your swollen clit, evoking your walls to seize in the way he needed to release. He leaned back with a sharp and airy shout, hips sputtering as you felt him unload deep inside, his remaining jerky movements making it trickle out around him.

You were a touch thankful as he slowed down and his hands rubbed soothingly on your thighs. You could finally catch your breath. But your graciousness was short-lived as he flashed a grin and flipped you onto your stomach. The breath was forced out of you as your chest fell into the mattress, and your eyes went wide as he lined himself back up, slowly pushing inside, his cum allowing his cock to slip easily inside regardless of how sore your folds already were.

You whined and knotted your fists into the fabric under you as he bottomed out and pulled away with slow and liquid motions. You heard the faintest laugh rumble in his chest before he spoke.

“I’m not anywhere near done with you,” he huffed.

You buried your head in the soft sheets below. Filled with his load and the promise of another, you felt totally and completely his. Exactly where you wanted to be. Right where you belonged. You couldn’t help but smile, until he moved and it was wiped off your fucked-out face.

He gripped the meat of your ass as he steadily picked up speed, the silver of his wedding band cold against you in contrast to the heat of your bodies. A wet spot collected underneath you from his cock coaxing out his cum with each thrust. The sounds were softer yet even more crude with your cunt so sopping wet.

“Gripping me so good, look at you,” he spread your cunt apart a little more, “goddamn, you’re perfect.”

You felt mildly embarrassed at the messy sight of you that he was undoubtedly staring at right now, but at the same time, you envied his view. To watch his cock disappear inside of your puffy and well-used folds, then withdraw covered in his cum and a healthy mix of your own. To view his strong hands holding you open, to see yourself laid out in submission.

But all you could do was feel, and that was more than enough to sate you. In fact, you were already well past satisfaction, and you kept having to refind your focus so you could keep taking more. You inhaled deeply as you felt the soreness at your entrance and reminded yourself to relax your body, sighing away the tension in the muscles you didn’t mean to flex: your thighs, your back, your shoulders. But then you’d feel the friction of his tip dragging against the gummy walls of your g-spot, and your mind was clouded by pleasure all over again.

He wasn’t going nearly as fast as before, but it was obviously a choice, and not one made out of tiredness or necessity. It just felt too good for him to change the rhythm. With your knees together as you lay prone, your canal was tightened in a way that made you feel dense and so, so warm around his tender cock. You always felt incredible to him, but if sex always felt like this, he wouldn’t just fuck you all night, he’d stay buried in you so long he’d risk starving to death.

You were each lost in your own minds as the feeling went on and on. The air was heady and thick as you breathed against the blankets, and Leon was humping into you like waves rolling into shore– fluid motions that still crashed onto the shore or your center, followed by another and another, a constant ebb and flow that lulled you deeper into euphoria.

“Feels s’good, Leon, oh my god… d-don’t stop.” Your voice was laced in awe.

“Really fucking does… shit…”

The words were airy and held just as much wonderment as yours had. He traced a hand down the valley of your spine, revering the body that gave him such immeasurable bliss. Knowing that he was feeling the same seventh heaven you were made you feel even more connected to him, and your toes curled at the thought.

It kept going, and going, and going. You couldn’t tell how long it remained exactly like that, neither of you searching for your next orgasm, just totally and completely captured by the present. Time wasn’t something that existed in the room. It was a long time, but it’d never be enough.

He groaned as you felt his hips stutter involuntarily as the next thrust landed even deeper inside. The unexpectedness hit you both and turned it back into something needier. The next thrust snapped against your ass and you arched into the air to meet it. He shifted to hold you firmly as he set on a new wanton speed.

You mewled as you keened into him, legs parting slightly to make room for any spare length he had to give, and gripped the sheets as his balls began to slap against your clit. Each time he crashed against your walls, you felt them begin to bloom with electric want, and you braced against the bed to push yourself back into his thrusts as they became gritty, harsh pounds again.

He felt just the same as you, blood rushing to the parts of his brain that demanded another orgasm, and he felt every flutter of your walls around him that beckoned to milk him dry– exactly what he wanted you to do, to drain him until he had nothing left to give. He wanted to do whatever it took to make sure that fluttering didn’t stop.

He reached under you to rub your clit. You yelped as his fingers made contact, gliding easily against the cum-covered nub. His forearm was pressed against your navel, pinned between you and the mattress, and you could feel the size of his cock protrude against it from within you. Your legs spread even wider as you cried out, struggling to hold onto reality as he worked the thousands of nerve endings he’d already made oversensitive. Now, it bordered on torture.

The way you opened yourself only made it easier for him to find purchase to pound even harder, meeting the way you writhed and keened for more, his eyes rolling back as you bore down as if you were trying to squeeze him out. But all it did was drive him harder into all the right spots inside of you, and you were so overcome with sensitivity, you came before you even knew you were close.

And you came hard. Jolting and seizing as you cried his name, your eyes growing wet from the shock of it. He was loud as he reacted to the way you clenched and pulsed around him, your warm, slick cum covering his cock and making his movements sloppy and wet. And you were even louder as he kept going even harder.

He was surprised that he didn’t cum again right then and there, but it only galvanized him to pull your hips back and use you again. Your body was growing limp, you were shuddering and shaking, and his eyes widened with madness as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He was watching for signs that you’d say your safeword, too, but every moment that passed that you didn’t, he took as permission to fuck you even harsher.

Your head lolled and your lip quivered as you took it like a punishment, not a single coherent thought inside your head. You registered that he was close like white noise, simultaneously in the background and all around you. His hands seared in their grip on you as he hammered in once, twice, and then held himself deeply inside with broken rasps and moans. Your lips fell open as you felt his fresh load mingle with the first, pooling hot against your cervix.

He pulled out with a violent hiss, and you cried out as the fluid stung against your sore opening. Your legs trembled until they collapsed back onto the bed along with the rest of your body.

You were vibrating from the inside out, still reeling from how aggressive both of your orgasms were. You could hear him catching his breath, too. You twitched as you felt him touch the outside of your cunt, bracing yourself for more, relaxing when he only stroked the outside. He drew his fingers up and down the crease of your folds, languid and smooth, leisurely playing in his overflow. He pressed them in once just to watch you jolt, and then cleaned them off with his mouth.

He finally gave you a break and turned his focus to taking care of you. By the way you lay there limp, he knew you needed it. He peppered you with kisses as you floated in the afterglow, sprinkling them softly on your rear, up your spine, and onto your shoulder blades, until he placed one on your cheek.

He brushed your frazzled hair away from your face and the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile at the absolute state of you. But then the lamplight reflected off a tear and he furrowed his brow as he gently wiped it away.

“You with me, sweetheart?”

He chuckled at the small sound you made in acknowledgement, the only thing you had effort to respond with. He placed a kiss onto your head.

“Did so good for me, love. So perfect.”

He grunted as he laid down, pulling your back into his chest to spoon you. You weakly held onto his arm as it wrapped around your torso, shifting back into him to steal his body heat.

You closed your eyes with a sigh as you soaked in the way he took care of you after such a brutal display of lust. His thumbs circling against your sweat-damp skin, nose nuzzling against your hair, gravelly voice soothing you with praise.

“M’so glad to be home, baby. You always made me feel young again, but it’s almost like I am young again. Don’t want to take it for granted. Gonna take some time off, take you on vacation, let you see the world. Might fuck you on every continent.”

You giggled at his ambition, still high on happy chemicals and swimming in the dream he laid out. It’d be a significant change, him enjoying the fruits of his labor with things more permanent than gifts and fast cars. You always encouraged him to, but he said it’d be easier for him to cope with losing a material possession than a vacation being ruined by being called on a mission. You hoped it wasn’t just the endorphins talking.

“Yeah, you like that idea? Good, ‘cause I mean it.” He kissed under your ear and squeezed you in closer. “Wanna spend every day making you happier than ever, make up for how long I was sick. Can’t waste any of ‘em not fucking you the way you need me to.”

You gasped as you felt his half-hard cock twitch against your ass, instinctively arching back into it. A shiver ran over your skin as he pressed it against you in turn, and you realized he still wasn’t done, confirmed by the way his voice darkened against your ear and he started kneading your breast in his hand.

His kisses against your pulse turned open-mouthed and erotic, one hand pinching your hardening nipple as the other reached for his cock, slowly stroking himself with the tip resting against your sopping hole. You were so flush together that with each wave of bloodflow that grew him towards full-hardness, it breached your pulsing entrance without him even trying.

Your toes curled as he leisurely thrust into one centimeter at a time. It was just enough of a tease to eat away your apprehension. You really weren’t sure how much more you could take, but as he shallowly fucked his tip into you, you became increasingly desperate for more, until you were squirming and panting in his arms.

You gasped as he suddenly pushed halfway in, feeling your folds and your entrance smart in their soreness. Just a few minutes left empty and you needed time to accommodate him all over again. He wasn’t quite as big as before after two orgasms, but with his size, being slightly smaller was still pretty fucking huge. And now you needed to adjust to more than his size; you needed to adjust to your own overstimulation, too.

He thrust halfway in and stilled there, holding you tight to prevent you from backing into it, feeling your legs shake around him.

You already couldn’t walk, he was sure of it. But it must be well past midnight now. Did you need to use your legs tonight anyways? He decided that you didn’t. Might as well make them truly useless.

He bottomed out in one smooth, sharp thrust, aided by the lubricant of the two creampies inside. His eyes rolled back as he stayed there for a brief moment, just long enough to feel you throb around his cock, like your body was begging him to make it three.

He’d never cum that many times in a row before, not even in his prime. But now, he felt like he’d entered a new prime, and he wanted nothing more than to see just what his limit was. He wondered if he’d reach yours first. But you were a tough girl, he thought. You took him like you were made for it.

His navel thumped against your ass as he drove in with that goal in mind: find out how much cum he could stuff inside your cunt until one of you tapped out.

He started steadily, knowing it’d take him longer to find his finish a third time, and seeing how you were already a mess of moans, both from pleasure and physical overwhelm. It boosted his ego to know he was pacing himself for you much more than for himself.

You felt like an unraveled spool of thread. You couldn’t believe he had the stamina for another round, his age considered or not. You were shocked you could keep going yourself. But at the same time your swollen cunt ached around him, it sucked him in for more.

He twisted your head back to take you in a kiss, swallowing your moans as he beat fast inside again. You reached back to hold onto any part of him you could until your senses were once again flooded and you melted open to him.

“That’s it, relax for me. Just one more, baby, gonna fill you to the brim. Fucking take it.”

And take it you did, until the night sky turned light blue.

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PRETTY GIRLS GET WHAT THEY WANT!

Pairing: Bouncer!Toji x College Girl!Reader x Bouncer!Sukuna

Synopsis: You and your friends decide to take a trip to Miami for spring break to really live it up. But you’re also there to chase the bag. Miami’s nightlife is crawling with rich men and you’re prepared to suck as much coin out of them as possible. Even if it means lying, scamming and cheating. However, two hot nightclub bouncers you meet are onto your little game and when your friends ditch you for some dick and you decide to drive home drunk, they have the perfect opportunity to spring their trap. Because these two aren’t just bouncers: they’re undercover cops. How will you use your looks and pretty body to make it out of this one?

Warnings: 18+(MDNI); No Curse/College AU; Miami Shenanigans lol; Baddie/City Girl/Scammer Girl!Reader; Older Men x Younger Woman; Reader Is A Bratty BITCH; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Manipulation; Drunk!Reader; Dubcon; R*pe (cuz Dubcon); Seduction; READER MAKES QUESTIONABLE DECISIONS LOL; Public Sex; Doggy Over Car Hood; Oral (Giving n Receiving); Spanking; Pussy Spanks; CWNM; Brat Tamer!TojiKuna; Deepthroat; Facefuck; Slutty!Reader; Objectification; Piercing Kink; Tattoo Kink; Spitroast; Road Head; Car Sex; Bouncing On It; Raw Creampie 2x; Reader Cums 3x; PLOT TWIST; Shiu Kong Cameo

Word Count: 15.5k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: HAPPY SPRING Y'ALL!! And happy spring break to the college kids on here hehe. A BIG THANK YOU to @yung-notorious for inspiring me to write this with her Gojo fic! I adore her work & I know y’all will too 🥰🥰 I recommend her work if you like the whole baddie!reader thing. She's got that down pack & she EATS!! A big thank you to her for inspiring & influencing this idea!

Credits: This fic was inspired by the talented & sweet @yung-notorious & her bomb ass Gojo fic! Sukuna & Toji fanart by Kinorilima & thatsallitchief! Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @dividers-are-us! All photos found on Pinterest!

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You can't believe it. The biggest, wildest spring break of your life and you've been stranded by your girls at a nightclub...in Miami, no less!

"What the fuck?" you groan, trying not to rub your face in frustration as it's beat to the Gods with makeup and setting spray to make your skin dewy and glowy. The humidity helps with that too. 

Maybe it doesn't help that you also walked off to flirt with a hot silver fox at the bar either. He had been staring you down for quite some time too—you could feel his eyes grazing up your legs, slick with oil and body glitter under the flashing pink and purple strobe lights, as you stood with your girlfriends, laughing, drinking, and recording videos for your IG reels of your wild night on the Miami strip.  

But your friends knew what you were doing! They knew what was up as soon as you touched down in Miami last night! As soon as one of them suggested, “Let’s go to Miami!” for your spring break trip while chilling in your dorm, you all knew what it was all about. “Sure, I’m down,” you replied from your bed, painting a new, fresh set on your nails for the week. 

“You just wanna go ‘cause you wanna get a dollar,” one of your friends had giggled, knowingly smirking at you from her spot drinking a Buzz Ball. It was a warm, chill night where no parties were happening and you three were fine just being lazy and girly in your thousand-something-dollar-a-month dorm for a Friday night. 

You playfully side-eyed her, pursing your glossy lips. “No,” you scoffed. “Not a dollar, boo. I want that black card and everything!” Your girls began to giggle and snort at your joke, rolling their eyes, but you were dead serious. To pay for books, classes, food, and tuition at an ivy league school, you needed your hustles and side businesses. 

And yes, you call hustling and scamming rich, horny guys out of their money your “hustle” and “side business”. Your main side hustles include an online boutique for custom press-on nails and writing smut commissions of your favorite anime characters. Your main gig, however, is working as a bartender at a ritzy bar when you’re not studying for exams and cramming for papers. 

You used to do this online during your freshmen of college, selling feet pictures and lewds in your cutest bra and panty sets for a price, flirting with men behind a screen who would sent you hundreds of dollars for commissions. But when you turned twenty-one and got a job at the bar across town, all of that changed for you in the best possible way. A whole new world of dinner dates, gifts, and a plot line straight out of a City Girls song had been opened for you. 

You got your first start chatting up customers at your job, flirting with the most prominent business men—from lawyers, doctors, and CEOs to blue collared men and 9-5 fellas coming off from a shift for a drink. You realized the more you flirted and flashed a pretty smile, the more tips you got. The more they kept coming in as regulars. The more they offered you drinks, dates, and their digits. 

So you started going to the clubs with your friends and hitting up the best restaurants and bars. Not only to treat your girls to the nightlife with your new income, but you also wanted to fish out catches for them too! You were the kinda girl who put your pretty friends onto your game and they caught on very quickly. Soon, you three were getting the bag together. 

It was fairly easy, you realized, selling men a dream and promising them something you had no intention of giving them: your heart. Your affection. You may act like it through the way you moved your body, flashed your smile, and used your mouth, but you’d never ever date any of the men you came across. 

Send them a nude? Sure! Let them eat you out and perhaps give them a blowjob if you were feeling generous? Bet! If they are coming with big dollars and even bigger gifts, you’ll even let them hit. But as soon as they get too comfortable, too close, or start pulling back on the loot, you dump them. 

And this is the same mindset you carried as soon as you stepped off of plane in Miami, FL with the other spring breakers looking to wild out for the next couple of days on the beach, the pool, and the best resorts and hotels. You kept this in your mind as you sat at your vanity mirror in your gorgeous hotel room complete with two beds, a futon, a walk-in closet, a whirlpool bathtub, and a balcony with a hot tub. 

“So we still goin’ to the club after dinner?” one of your friends asked from the bed, strapping on her heels. Your other friend scoffed at her as she stood in her closet, choosing between two mini skirts for the night. “Of course, silly girl! We in Miami, bitch! We’re hittin’ up as many clubs as we can!” 

“Mmm-hmm,” your girlfriend from the bed giggled, eyeing you as you carefully styled your hair for the Miami humidity and heat in the bathroom, wearing a pretty white robe. “Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ll be out till we drop.” 

“You bitches always clown me,” you tutted as they laughed, turning in the leather stool, not yet dressed since your dinner at the steakhouse was in an hour. You took that hour to make yourself look and smell like you tasted like sugar. 

Your skin was soft from a fresh shave, supple and creamy to the touch, smelling of the tropical coconut bubble bath that you soaked in earlier. You got a mani and pedi two days before your trip, picking a nice pink toe and a French tip for your fingernails. You even went to get your bikini wax and although it hurt like hell, your pussy looked like a million dollars! Smooth, soft, and oh-so beautiful.

You felt like a million dollars too, excited to wear your new vacation clothes to the hottest restaurants, boutiques, clubs, and the pool: nothing but sundresses, bikinis, mini skirts, and strappy heels and sandals. You were guaranteed to pick up a few catches for the next four days in Miami. 

“And most importantly, we agree to stick together, right?” you asked your friends as you turned back to pluck a hair out of your chin. “We come together, we leave together.” 

“Yes, ma’am!” your friend hollered. “In a zoo like this, we’ve gotta stick together.” 

“Hell yeah!” your other friend agreed. “The guys out here are big horny already! Need to make sure none of us get snatched up in a van or somethin’!” 

“Exaaaactly,” you replied, lowering your tweezers and preparing to get your makeup ready. “So don’t go wanderin’ off, you two!” 

But of course, your dumb, drunk ass didn’t follow your own advice or rules. Of course, you pre-gamed too much before you left for dinner. Of course, you got a cocktail at dinner and was feeling frisky. So of course, when you arrived at the beach-y nightclub and caught the eye of the silver fox, you walked away from your friends without telling them where you were headed. 

Time had passed on as you flirted with the owner of a chain of burger restaurants, complimenting his short-cropped hair and indulging in his sweet compliments towards your beauty and outfit. You sat with him at the bar, legs crossed, titties popping, and the effects of the several glasses of tequila and vodka you’ve had taking over in addition to breathing in some weed smoke wafting through the air and your friend’s strawberry cheesecake vape smoke in the rental car you drove over here. 

You had originally planned on being the designated driver, but that shit went straight out the window (no pun intended) as soon as you pre-gamed. You were able to sober up relatively quickly, but the fact that you were vacationing in Miami and rubbing elbows with the hottest men got the best of you. So you drank more than you should’ve. 

And now here you are, looking around the same nightclub for your friends who have vanished from their spot on the dance floor. You have seen the same bathrooms with the same people in tank tops, board shorts, and mini dresses shuffling in and out. The same palm trees and lounge chairs giving the club a tropical feel. The same bar, bottles, and DJ shuffling his mixes. 

You start to feel dizzy and disoriented, so you venture outside of the club, already knowing you won’t be able to get back in since you paid for entry. Nightlife in Miami is pretty strict—you have to have the right clothes, the right crowd, and the right money. The club you and your girls chose was one of those “no pay, no entry” clubs, and while annoying and ridiculous, these are the type of clubs crawling with the elite. 

That’s why you dressed in the cutest outfit tonight: an ensemble of a cheetah-printed mini dress tight on your curves, accentuating each one, and highlighting your thighs and cleavage glistening in body oil and a shimmery gold glitter that makes you shine and shimmer every time you move in some lighting. You chose black Gladiator-type sandal heels that made your legs look immaculate due to the straps twining up your calves like ivy and golden jewelry. Even your makeup is set for the occasion: juicy, glossy lips, a cat eye, and shimmery highlight adorning your cheekbones. 

But you feel now that all of your hardworking has gone out the window. You’ve never felt more unsexy and more irked than you do now standing in front of the neon nightclub sign glowing above you…and right beside the hot bouncer you and your girlfriends were checking out when you got here. 

Very tall. Very muscular. Very hot. Rugged but not too much with the right splash of sexiness given from his inked arms, black muscle tee, black, short cropped hair, a scarred lip, and the silver chain dangling from his thick neck. A piercing in his left brow glistens like his storm cloud-colored eyes and a ring dangles from his bottom lip as he sneers at the college boy beaming at him with a very fake-looking ID from the red velvet rope. “Now you know good and goddamn well that ain’t you,” he scoffs. “Fuck outta here before I call the cops, kid.” 

He only has the give the guy a look before the boy takes off running, leaving the line of spring breakers waiting to enter. You were once one of them with your girls just hours before, checking the hot bouncer out. “Is that the guard?” your friend gasped. “God, look at those arms! He’s so fuckin’ hot!” 

Your other friend nodded, drinking him in like he was a tall class of water. “Uh-huh. He can carry me outta here anytime he wants.” You silently agreed, your eyes roaming over the older man’s tattoos and pecs pushing against his shirt. At some point, his eyes drifted up from checking IDs and driver licenses, and they locked on you. 

You felt a hot current run through you like someone just stuck you with an electric wire. Attraction pulsed inside of you, making you feel hot all over. You weren’t used to a man making you feel this way, especially when you had so many older men on your roster already. You didn't date college boys, especially ones at your school. You kept to men in their thirties and stopped at late forties. 

You couldn’t tell quite what age the bouncer was, but you knew he was much older judging by his deep voice when you finally walked up to him with your girls. “Evenin’, ladies,” he crooned, but his eyes stayed dead on you. “Got an ID for me?” His grey irises then glazed over all three of you, appearing to be checking you all out. “Sure…Toji,” you purred, reading his name tag. “We have that and more~” 

You heard your girls titter behind you as you dug into your purse, smirking as you felt Toji’s eyes laying on your tits. You were so glad you glazed them with body glitter to make them sparkle earlier before dinner. You finally found your driver’s incense and handed it to Toji, smiling brightly at him. But your smile fell when he pulled a sour face. “Sorry, sweets; we don’t take expired licenses. Ya got your ID?” 

“I, uh…left at the room,” you lamely admitted. You had only realized it at dinner, but you weren’t carded once even while you were ordering alcohol. You didn’t think getting into the club would be a problem. “So she can’t get in?” your friend asked. “C’mon, Mr. Toji, we swear she’s twenty-one!” 

Toji quirked a brow at the name, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Yeah! My birthday is on my college ID, here!” You practically shoved the ID at him to which he peered at the smiling, bright student with your university printed underneath. He stared at it then at you, peering through your soul like a dad trying to get a lie out of his kid. 

You knew at this point that you had to up your game. “Can’t you just accept this one time?” you asked, peering up at him through your lashes. “I’d really appreciate it.” You stuck your tits out a bit more and flashed him a smile, flirty and pretty. The same smile you flashed at every man you wanted something out of. 

Toji didn’t look like he’d budge at first, still examining your college ID. “First time in Miami?” he asked. You and your friends nodded, silently praying he’d give in. Finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes into his head, and handed you back your ID. “You’re lucky that you’re cute. But if you leave, you gotta pay again to get back in.” 

You resisted the urge to squeal with victory, biting your lip as you eyed the bouncer. “Yes, sir,” you replied, your tone sultry and sweet. “Thanks for bein’ so sweet, Toji. See you later?” He didn’t reply, but the look he gave you said a lot as he let you pass the rope. As you walked on by, you felt his eyes on your ass and smiled to yourself. 

Now you feel no kind of sexiness or seductive energy as you stand here now, irked beyond hell with the booze only fueling it. Toji sees you standing there with your phone just as he lets a gaggle of college boys inside the club. “Hey, you good?” he calls over to you. You glance at him, noticing his concerned expression. “Yeah, m’fine, thanks,” you slur out all in one breath. 

You don’t pay any attention to him as you begin to furiously type out yet ANOTHER text your friends in your group chat. The last one you sent was ten minutes ago. 

You: Where the fuck are y’all??? 

*Delivered at 11:09 PM* 

You then resort to calling one of them, impatiently tapping your heel on the pavement. “C’mon, bitch, c’mon,” you mutter. Beeeep! “This caller’s mailbox is full!” the voice of the robotic bitch cheerfully announces before the call dies. You cuss, wanting to break your phone into little bits out of pure anger. 

Now they’re just not answering their phones. You picture them in a car, pool, or hotel somewhere, kissing on hot men and hopping on dick while their purses lie somewhere in the cut, their phones abandoned…and you as well. You feel forgotten, standing in your nightclub best, phone hot with your new catches’ phone numbers and your wallet fat from— 

“Hey there.” You startle, turning to see Toji standing there, practically towering over you. He wears a disarming smile to try and ease your nerves, but with men, you never know. “Hey, girl, you sure you good? Anythin’ I can help ya with?” You scowl at him, the alcohol making you less tolerable. “I told you that I’m fine, thanks,” you firmly reply. “And I’m not a girl; I’m a grown ass woman.” 

You try to inch away from him, but you nearly stumble, having to grab onto his arm for balance. He lets you, watching you in amusement. But the bouncer just chuckles. “I saw from your ID. You just turned twenty-one a month ago. Happy belated.” You snatch your hand off of him, trying to mask your arousal at how hard his muscle felt under your fingertips. “Thanks.” 

You look down at your phone again, checking the text. Still not read. “Actually, maybe you can help me,” you say, clearing your throat. Awkwardly, you turn to Toji who looks 100% smug that you actually acknowledge that you need his assistance now. “You seen two girls in a zebra mini skirt and a tiger-stripe dress? I can’t find ‘em.” 

The reason you and your friends matched themes tonight is because it was supposed to be easier to find each other throughout the night. Too bad that plan went to shit. “Yeah, the girls you came in here with, right?” Toji asks, furrowing his brow in concern. “You can’t find ‘em? They left you here?” 

He is working that sexy jaw as he pops some gum, the scent of mint wafting through the air.“No,” you reply with a huff. “I just can’t find ‘em. This club is crowded as fuck and the strip is—“ 

“Toji!” a rough, rasped voice suddenly yells, scaring you and half the crowd. Toji ran a hand over his face, immediately going back to dealing with the rest of the line of people like he hadn’t taken a break to chat you up. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Here comes trouble.” 

When you twist around to face this “trouble”, you swear that you start shaking in your heels. This bouncer is just as tall as Toji, maybe even a few inches taller, practically looming over you as he stomps towards you in his black boots. He has the same black attire as Toji, the bouncer uniform, his muscles pushing against his black tee and cargo pants like he pumps iron for a living. Even his pink, spiked hair can’t take much away from how fucking scary he is. 

His arms and neck are roped in ink and piercings embedded in his ears, right eyebrow, and bottom lip (fucking snakebites, your weakness) glisten in the Miami moonlight, giving him a forbidden, almost dangerous look to him. But it isn’t just the muscles or tattoos that get you shaking: it’s his eyes. Crimson as blood just drawn, accessing the area as he storms up to the velvet rope, completely ignoring your presence as he glares at Toji. “You botherin’ with the girls again?” he grumbles, putting his hands on his hips. “You keep it up and you’ll end up on the watchlist, ya perv.” 

His eyes then trail down, down, down to you, making your heart pound and your skin sweat in the humid air. “Who’re you?” he demands. His tone is rough and totally out of pocket. Instantly, your attraction fades…just a smidge. His cologne doesn’t help the situation. “Y/N. Who’re you?” you shoot back, raising a brow at him. 

Toji chuckles, already knowing some shit is about to go down. “That’s Sukuna, my partner and someone who definitely needs a heavy dose of happy pills.” He grins at the pink-haired bouncer as he opens the club door for two girls wearing matching pink mini dresses that could pass for swimsuits too. 

Sukuna is still staring you down, a toothpick moving around in his mouth. You ignore the flash of metal in his tongue (and how much it makes you throb when you imagine feeling it somewhere down below). “You tryin’ get in, girly?” he gruffly asks. “Got an ID on you?” 

“Nah, she’s tryin’ to look for her friends,” Toji answers for you. “They left her here.” 

“They didn’t leave me!” you snap, glaring at the bouncers who only look amused at your feistiness. “I just can’t find them. I was at the bar, looked, and they were gone.” Which isn’t entirely true, but you don’t dare show it. “So you two ain’t seen ‘em at all?” you ask, crossing your arms over your bosom, unintentionally pressing your tits up for more of a view.

Toji shrugs, looking somewhat apologetic. “Nah, sorry.” Meanwhile, Sukuna scrunches his nose and crosses his beefy arms over his big chest. “Fuck I look like? A babysitter?” He pauses, tossing his toothpick away. “I got enough trouble dealin’ with y’all drunk kids when the club closes.” 

You grit your teeth, irritated with this jerk. He may be hot, but he’s also disrespectful and annoying. “I’m not a kid,” you growl. “I just turned twenty-one. What are you, fifty?” Toji snorts into his hand, failing at stifling his laugh, while Sukuna sizes you up with a hot look. “Can’t imagine why your girls left you,” he sarcastically replies. “You seem so sweet.” 

You feel your blood boil at his sharp remark, but you don’t let your anger get the best of you. The last thing you need is to fight a bouncer and get arrested for assault…but if he keeps playing, he’ll end up getting hit with your shoe. “Listen…Sukuna,” you hiss, looking at his name tag. “I’m just tryin’ to find my friends. And then I’ll let you get back to your stupid minimum wage job, how ‘bout that?” 

You turn to him fully, hand on your hip and glossy, plump lips pursed in a way that he can’t keep his eyes off of. You can see his simmering irritation, but you also see the way his eyes are glued to your mouth; your tits; your neck. You can’t keep your eyes off of his tattoos or the way his Adam’s Apple bobs, your anger slowly simmering down to lust. 

“Alright, alright,” Toji says, putting an end to your bickering. He places a big, tatted hand between Sukuna and you, creating a barrier. After sharing a look with Sukuna, the pink-haired bouncer sniffs and busies himself getting buck with club-goers while Toji deals with you. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, but we really ain’t seen ‘em. They might still be in the club or they could’ve went back to your hotel.” 

“Or they left with some dudes to get some dick,” Sukuna adds, side-eyeing you and you return it with a glare. “What? I’m just bein’ real about it.” 

You are beyond annoyed, both by your friends’ actions and the bouncers’ lack of help. Anything could’ve happened to your friends and they don’t even care! “Sooo neither of you can look at the security cameras?” you scoff. 

Toji pulls a face that looks like that grimacing emoji. “Nah, that’s more for security hazards, like theft, shootings an’ shit. Not for drunk posses gettin’ broken up.” 

“But this is a security hazard!” you argue. “They could’ve gotten kidnapped or drugged o-or—“ 

“Whoa, whoa, Ivy League, chill!” Toji cuts in, stifling a smirk. “You’ll give yourself a damn heart attack. I’m sure they’re both fine and just chillin’ with some guys. They’ll pop up again.” 

His lips then stretch into a smile that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. “In the meantime, you can chill with us. We’ll keep you safe.” 

Sukuna’s blood-red eyes skate back over to you, making you shiver. “Thanks but no thanks,” you grumble. “No offense, but it would look weird for a college girl to hang with two old guys she doesn’t know.” 

“Ain’t that what you were doin’ already?” Sukuna asks, raising his pierced brow at you. “I saw you at the bar with that old prick in the blue suit. Looks to me you were quite cozy.” You scoff at him, realizing that you’ve been watched by the bouncer right under your nose. “You were spying on me?!” you hiss, alarming the crowd and definitely causing a scene. The bouncers barely react, still looking amused at your outburst. “When I get back to my room, I’m gonna make sure I report you, you old—” 

Brrring-brrrring! 

You gasp, realizing that your phone is ringing in your purse. “Saved by the bell,” Toji chuckles. “You might wanna get that, sweets.” While his back is turned and he’s busy helping Sukuna with the rest of the clubbers, you dig into your bag for your phone and check the caller ID. It’s your friend! Thank God and the inventor of phones! “Hello?” you gasp when you answer. 

The sounds of blasting Cardi B music and rushing wind hits you dead in your eardrum.“Heeeey, baaaabe!” Your friend slurs into the phone. “Giiiirl, where have you been?! We’ve been lookin’ all over for yoooou!” 

You try hard to relax, but your anger builds the more you hear the music and male laughter in the background. Is it possible your friends really did leave you for dick? ‘Like what you left them on the dance floor for?’ a critical voice in your head whispers.

“Da fuck you mean where have I been?!” you angrily shout. “Where the hell are you two?! I’ve been lookin’ all over for you! You just left me here!” 

“No, we didn’t!” your friend argues. “You walked away from us and we tried lookin’ for you, but then we—” 

“Damn, you on the phone instead of kissin’ me?” a male sultry voice asks. It is deep and seductive, even turning you on while you’re on the other end. “Turn the music up, Satoru,” another sexy male voice orders, this one deeper. “This cutie back here said this is her shit.” 

Then you hear girlish laughter, the very obvious soft, wet smacks of a make out session, and the music getting amped up to the point where you have to scream into the phone. “Who the fuck is that?!” you gasp. “You two left me for some dick?!” 

“Who’s that?” one of the males—sounding like this “Satoru” guy—asks. "Another friend? Tell her to come through! Me and Suguru got room for more!” You pinch your sinuses, feeling a headache coming on. You can’t believe this is happening to you. The more you picture your friends chilling in a car with these hot strangers, the more you feel your irritation boiling. 

“Well, we were lookin’ for you and called your phone, like, a dozen times!” your friend argues. "Then we met Satoru and Suguru and they’re goin’ to a pool party, so…” You pauses, laughing. “Toru, stooooop!” she giggles. 

You pinch your nose harder, nearly digging your French tips into your skin as the headache pounds harder against your skull. “Bitch, how am I supposed to get home?” you ask, exasperated. You already know buying an Uber will be through the roof since the block is hot, never mind that you live fifteen minutes from the club. 

“O-Oh, girl, you’re b-b-breakin’ up!” your friends says, her voice coming out static-y. Suddenly, the call cuts and it drops, leaving you alone once again. You resist the urge to crash out, feeling nothing but violence. “Well, that didn’t sound good,” Toji deadpans with a whistle. “Y’know, if you’re really in a pinch, I could drive you wherever you need to go.”

You scowl at him, wondering if he’s deadass suggesting something so reckless. “I don’t get into cars with men that I don’t know,” you scoff. Sukuna catches your answer and glances at you, chewing some gum he probably slipped out of Toji’s pocket. “Wasn’t you just about to do that with an Uber?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. 

If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now with the way you glare at him. “I don’t need to fuckin’ explain myself to you,” you hiss. “You’re just the bouncer. Shouldn’t you be doing your job?”

Like clockwork, a college frat tries to move past Sukuna’s neglectful eye, only to get a hand in the chest. “Aye, no buttin, asshole,” he growls. “Back of the line or I’ll move your ass for you.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Toji is still watching you while you open the Uber app. Just as you suspected, it’s $40 for one trip…and that’s just with a 15-minute wait! Beep-beep!The sudden honking of a car grabs your attention and you turn to see the line of cars coming up in valet parking beside the club venue. Right where you came through and parked your rental hours ago. 

“I hope you ain’t thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’.” 

You twist around, finding Toji watching you closely with his arms crossed over this beefy chest. “Excuse me?" you sharply ask. He replies, barely missing a beat. “The last thing you wanna do is get behind the wheel of a car drunk, ‘specially in Miami. Trust me: you’re better off with that Uber.” 

You gape at him, not believing the balls this man possesses to be telling you shit. “I need you to tell me anything,” you scoff. “You’re not my father.” With that, you turn on your heel and stomp off…well, really stumble since you can hardly walk in your heels. You shouldn’t have drank as much as you did. 

You know that if you can hardly walk, you can’t drive either. Though you’ve driven drunk before, it was only from frat parties; your dorm has always been right up the road. The risk of getting arrested or possibly wrecking is high here. But…you also don't want to spend all this money getting an Uber and face the humiliation of leaving your pretty rental at the club to pick up tomorrow.

 “Fuck it,” you huff to yourself. So what do you do? You push all logic to the side and try your luck at the valet. 

After conjuring some willpower and straightening your back, you slowly strut over to the young man standing by the white Range Rover you rented specifically for this trip, wanting to ride in style. As soon as he sees you, his eyes widen and he looks starstruck, staring dead at your tits. And like an idiot, after a purr of a thank you and offering to buy him a drink sometime, you get your keys AND his number with no intention of calling. 

As soon as you get your keys, dangling with a bedazzled Kuromi and cherry keychains, in addition to the rental pod, you hop in the driver’s seat, slide your heels off, and place your purse on the dashboard before getting comfy. “Okay, bitch, relax,” you whisper to yourself. “You got this. It’s just a five-minute drive. You know what you’re doing! Just take it nice and slow…” 

Slowly, you put the key in the ignition, start the car, and begin to slooooowly peel out of the valet to drive around the club. You gasp, quickly ducking as you ride by the two hot bouncers, not wanting them to see you. But they’re too busy arguing with three guys a head shorter than them about getting in the club. 

After a few minutes of driving as slow as possible, you’ve successfully made it away from the club and you’re still in one piece. You’re on the street now, about ten minutes away from the hotel. The lights are bright. The AC is cranked up high. Everything feels okay despite the cars driving in back, in front, and beside you. 

You giggle to yourself, feeling proud and giddy over how easy this is. “Fuckin’ assholes,” you mutter, referring to both the bouncers and your friends. You’ll tear your girlfriends a new one when they get back from hopping on dick, that’s for sure. 

That’s when the sound of your favorite Kehlani song blasts from your phone as you get a call from one of your friends. “Speak of the devil,” you murmur. But as you reach for it, the bumpy road causes it to slide across the dashboard and on the floor. “Fuck!” you yelp. But as you reach for it, keeping one hand on the wheel, you accidentally drift to the left and nearly knock into another car. 

HONK-HONK! 

“Fuck out the way!” a driver hollers as he speeds past you in his pickup truck. You gasp, quickly sitting upright and gripping the wheel with an iron grip. Your brain begins to go into hyperdrive as your phone keeps ringing from the floor. ’Pull over, bitch!’ your subconscious screams at you. ‘Are you trying to get yourself killed?’ 

Only problem is that this road has no room to pull over. The street is hot with cars and you can’t seem to focus enough to shift after nearly getting into an accident. You feel panic set in as your phone continues to ring, your fists clenching the steering wheel. To make matters one hundred times worse, you begin hear police sirens. They are distant at first, somewhere behind you in the lane. 

But then the cars begin to part and you can see the flashing red and blue lights. They get closer and closer until the squad car is behind another car, the sirens making you ears hurt. Then you realize it: they’re after you. “Oh, shit,” you whimper. 

Horrifyingly, the car behind you shifts into another lane, leaving the squad car to drive right behind you. You can’t see the driver or passenger’s faces in the rearview, the lights too bright and blinding. Then you hear the dreaded echo of a radio speaker, and a deep, rasped, and vaguely familiar speaking into it: “Driver in the white Range Rover license plate #T00G00D4U. Pull over now or you’ll be subject to arrest.” 

You’re the driver in the white Range Rover. You’re the one with that license plate which made you specifically rent this car for your trip. He’s talking to you. You clench the wheel, terrified, and your brain begins to sober as fear takes over. You can’t believe this! You haven’t been chased by the cops EVER in your life!

Another harsh honk makes you jump and you see that the police car is right on top of you, damn near peeling the paint. “Okay, okay!” you shout, putting your hand out the window for the officers to see. 

Quickly, you turn the first corner you see down a semi-deserted street where there is nothing but gates and palm trees hidden behind a hotel and a strip of condos. The only audience you have are drunk college kids who are too busy indulging in their own conversations to pay much attention to you. At least you have witnesses if something goes wrong. 

You pull over on the side, heart about to fall out of your ass and chest rising and falling as you gulp down deep breaths. You try to tell yourself to stay calm, to be focused, that everything will be okay. But when the police car parks behind you and the passenger’s side opens, you feel your blood run cold. What if you go to jail tonight? What if everyone back home finds out? What if you lose everything you’ve worked so hard for? You don’t know what you’ll do if you’re expelled from such a prestigious school. 

Maybe you can still take off, you deliriously think. Maybe you can act like you’re having seizure or something. Maybe— 

Knock-knock! The rapping of a fist against your car window stops you short from thinking of a stupid ass escape plan. You gasp, startled, and turn to face the officer…only to see the familiar face of one of the club bouncers from earlier, scarred lip and all. “You?” you hiss. 

Toji smirks at you, dressed in the blue police uniform with the hat, tool belt, and badge that.“Me,” he chuckles, peering at you through the open window. “Evenin’, miss. I told you to get that Uber.” He sighs like a disappointed dad and takes out a notepad and pen. “License and registration please.” 

He looks at you expectantly and firmly when you don’t do what he says ASAP. “What is this, a fuckin’ joke?” you scoff. “You’re not a cop! You’re a bouncer!” But his uniform looks pretty damn real to you; even the gun you see in its upholstery at his belt. He pauses, frowning. “Are you refusing to give me your license and registration?” he asks. You say nothing, still staring at him in shock, trying to figure out if you’re hallucinating or not.

Toji sighs and pulls out his walkie talkie, pressing a button before speaking into it. “Callin’ for backup, Ryomen.” His grey eyes shift to you, making your heart pound. “This one is bein’…difficult.” He then gives you a wolfish smirk that makes your blood run cold.

You see the driver’s door to the squad car open behind you and another officer gets out, just as tall and menacing in his black boots as Toji is. He comes walking up to your car, whistling as he does, and comes around to the passenger’s side where a harsh light shines into your car. When you turn towards the shining light, placing a hand over your eyes, you are met with the crimson irises of Sukuna. 

He, too, is wearing a police uniform with a toothpick dangling from between his pierced lips. “Typical,” he scoffs. “I knew you’d do some dumb shit like this. College girls like you always do.” 

You gape at the both of them surrounding your car, still in deep denial about your current situation. “What is this, some kinda joke?” you snort. “There’s no way you two are actually cops.” 

But Toji tuts, placing his hands on his narrow hips. “Oh, on the contrary, sweets; this is realer than realer. Nothin’ funny about this or drivin’ under the influence.” 

“See this, smart girl?” Sukuna mocks, popping the collar of his shirt, showing off the gold police badge stuck to it. “This here is a very real uniform, a very real badge…” Clink. Your eyes widen as he yanks the pairs of metal handcuffs from his belt, dangling them at you. “And very real handcuffs.” 

Despite the alcohol still making your head fuzzy, clarity begins to rip at the edges of your drunken state little by little. You sit there, frozen, unsure of what to do. Toji makes the decision for you, nodding at the door handle. “Out of the car, miss.” 

“You’re joking,” you whisper, still in denial. Then Sukuna jumps in, rougher and more aggressive than his partner. “Did he fuckin’ stutter? Out of the car.” Not wanting to push this anymore than you have, you slowly step out of the car, stumbling slightly in your heels. Toji shuts the door for you. 

Sukuna joins him, the both of them towering over you like mountains while you stand there, humiliated, hugging yourself tight. “Got calls that you were swervin’ around the road, not to mention you got in this rental totally drunk.” Sukuna scowls at you, sizing you up. “Did you know it’s a crime to drive under the influence?” 

You stay quiet, your glossy lips in a slight pout as you stare the officer down, your stubbornness still licking with a vengeance. “He asked you a question, sweets,” Toji says, his tone blunt. “I suggest you answer him.” You lower your eyes from Sukuna’s piercing gaze, staring down at your pretty, painted toes. “Yes,” you begrudgingly sigh. 

Sukuna sighs as if he was hoping you wouldn’t say that. “Where’s your license and registration at?” You tell him that your bag fell on the floor to which he fishes it out. Despite your irritation at him digging around in your shit, you bite back your harsh words and let him get your license out of your wallet. Sukuna examines your license, rolling his toothpick around in his mouth. “License expired two months ago. Better get that checked out. Now where’s that registration?” 

“It’s a rental,” you murmur, referring to your ride. Sukuna raises a brow at you, his gaze glowering. “Damn, you rented this ride and you’re drivin' around in it drunk?” Toji scoffs. “No offense, ivy League, but your priorities are mad fucked up.”

“But a girl tryin’ to score clubs for some loot usually has fucked-up priorities,” Sukuna adds. You glare at him, especially when he keeps your purse, letting it dangle off of his big arm. “What the fuck does that mean?” you hiss. 

The two bouncers/officers share a humored look, finding you adorable. “In case you ain’t piece it together yet, we’re undercover,” Sukuna explains. “We pose as bouncers at that club ‘cause it’s a hotspot for crime: shootings, fights, and drunk drivin’.” 

Though your heart begins to accelerate as realization hits you, you refuse to give in. You won’t submit to these pricks and let them ruin your night. Then, like clockwork, you get an idea. A horrible, drunken, messy ass idea that may just get you arrested anyway…but it’s worth a shot.

“Okay, fine,” you sigh, raising your hands in defense. “You got me. I’m a bad girl and I won’t do it again, officers. Can I please go now?” You stare at them both through your lashes, putting on the charm that you know is irresistible to all men. 

If either of them are hooked onto your charm, they don’t show it, looking unamused and somewhat irritated (especially Sukuna). “After some field sobriety tests, sure,” Toji replies, his eyes locked right on your face. His gaze is intense as if he’s looking straight through you, seeing the scared girl there beneath the sexy clothes and flirty attitude. 

You fight to stay cool, calm, and collected, keeping focus on your freedom. “So if I pass, am I free to go?” Toji nods, slipping a pen out of his belt. “If you pass ‘em. Now pay close attention to this pen.” You nod, inching closer to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his big body. “Yes, sir,” you purr, eyeing the ink lacing his knuckles. “Nice tattoos.” 

Toji ignores your statement, but you notice that his Adam’s Apple bobs. You bite back a little giggle, feeling emboldened and oh-so smart. This is a walk in the fucking park! At this rate, you’ll make it out of here in no time!

….But of course, that’s just the shots talking. 

Each test you do is like a game to you and it starts to test the officers’ patience. When Toji instructs you to watch the moving pen to test your eye movement, you keep staring at his neck and tattoos. When Sukuna instructs you to walk in a straight line while counting to ten, you turn around and “accidentally” flash him and Toji a peek of your ass. 

“Whoops!” you giggle, pulling down the hem of your dress riding up onto your hips. “Forgot my dress is short!” Sukuna isn’t amused, rolling his crimson eyes, his jaw tight as a drum. “Sure, you did. Just do the steps, college girl.” 

You cluck your tongue at him, picking up on the derogatory tone. “So mean,” you coo, staring up at him through hooded eyes. "What, a college girl come and break your heart, Officer Ryomen?”

You say his last name slow and sultry, making Sukuna’s eye twitch. “Don’t push it, girl. Start from ten and walk in a straight line.”

You smile, feeling like hot shit, and begin to sashay down an imaginary line in the street, counting as you do. You stumble a bit, nearly tumble in your heels a few times, and even miss some numbers so the officers have to fill you in. Through it all, you keep your walk slow and sexy, feeling your ass jiggle in your dress with every step you take, knowing that the officers are watching. 

Finally, you turn and walk back to them, titties bouncing and smiling confidently. “Did I do good, officers?” you purr. The officers share discouraged expression and look back at you, unswayed by your antics. “So you’re gonna arrest me now?” you laugh, placing a hand on your hip. “But I did every test!” 

“And you failed ‘em all, sugar,” Toji dismissively replies, jotting something down in his notepad. “You can barely focus and your coordination is fucked. You get on the road again, you’ll kill somebody or yourself.” 

That’s when you see Sukuna’s hand inching towards his cuffs. Quickly, your mind flips into fight or flight mode, racing for a diversion. So you decide to stupidly turn up the heat and stare up at the officers pleadingly. “There has to be something I can do to make you rethink this,” you say, your voice soft and sultry. “Please…I’ll do anything you want. You really wanna take me to jail?” 

You bat your long, soft lashes. Stick out your chest. Inch yourself towards them so they can smell your perfume. Suddenly, their expressions soften and you feel a spark of hope. “Anything?” Toji ponders, raising a brow at you. You grin, pleased with yourself. “Yes. Anything that you—”

Clank. 

You gasp, finding the metal cuffs interlocking your wrists behind your back. Sukuna stands behind you, working them tight around your wrists. “That ain’t gon’ work on us, sweetie,” Toji huffs. “Sorry to break it to ya, but we ain’t dumb. We’ve had plenty of girls flaunt their mama gave ‘em tryin’ to get out of jail.” 

Sukuna sneers at you, looking disgusted at your tricks. “Don’t play dumb either. We know exactly what you’re doin’, ya little freak.” He wraps a hand around your elbow, keeping you still, and you resist the urge to fight against him with your wrists back. “Tryin’ to seduce a cop to get out of an arrest. How predictable.” 

He stares down at you, his eyes glistening with mirth. He’s enjoying this. “Y’know, we’re liable to add a charge just for that, right?” he snickers. “In addition to your side quests at the club.” You gape at him, confused, until Sukuna tosses Toji your purse. “Give it back!” you gasp, incensed. 

“Ah-ah,” Toji tuts, wagging a finger at her. “Not when we’ve got probable cause to search it. Not when a couple of guys from the club were missing their dollars after chattin’ you up.” 

Suddenly, it feels as if all the air has been sucked out of your lungs. “What?” you squeak. “I-I don’t know what you—” 

“Don’t lie,” Sukuna growls, his grip on your elbow tightening. “I was watchin’ you with that old geazer at the club. When his back was turned to order you a drink, you slipped $100 out his pocket.” 

Toji nods, digging into your wallet and flashing you the wad of money that got increasingly bigger after your romp at the club. “Mmm-hmm. Not to mention the other male patrons puttin’ in reports about stolen goods. We had a hunch it was you.” 

You feel your blood run ice cold as Sukuna twists you around, forcing you against the hood of his squad car. You feel his big, calloused hands adjusting the cuffs, his minty breath fanning the back of your neck. “That’s why we got put undercover,” he bitingly whispers. “To bag any scammin’, lyin’, cheatin’ college girls who think they can just fly to Miami and snatch a bag just because they want to.” 

You feel tears prick your eyes, humiliating pricking your skin. Now they know your secret. What if everyone else finds out too, in addition to your DUI? ‘Oh, damn,’ you think. You’ve dug yourself a deep hole that you can’t get out of. 

“So theft, DUI, soliciting sex with an officer, and resisting arrest…” Toji pauses, his fingers grazing the little camera attached to his belt. "All on body camera. That’s four charges on your pretty hands, mama. You sure you wanna keep goin’?” He gives you a mocking smirk, making you want to spit in his face. 

But instead, you feel the tears build. “I can’t go to jail,” you lament. “If my parents and my school find out, I’ll lose my scholarship! I’ll get kicked out! I’ll lose everything!” The situation has sobered you and you just now are thinking about the consequences of your actions a little too late. 

The officers are less than persuaded, barely even blinking as Toji comes to open the back door to the cop car. “Please don’t do this,” you beg as Sukuna yanks you up, making you stand up straight…and brush against his groin. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but it feels a lot stiffer than you thought. Is that his belt buckle? Maybe his gun or taser?

You have no time to think before Toji is waving you into the backseat. “Just doin’ our job,” he inanimately says. “Now c’mon, bad girl.” Sukuna releases you, watching you as you do the walk of shame to the car. Toji comes behind you, loosening the cuffs a bit for you so you don’t get markings. “I won’t make ‘em too tight like Kuna,” he murmurs. “Don’t wanna rough ya up…but somethin’ tells me you like that shit.” 

He brushes up against you then just as he gently pushes you into the backseat. He feels hot and hard, but you can’t focus on it for too long when you’re in the cop car, reality hitting you like a slap in the face. “Watch your head, girly,” Sukuna says. “Don’t let the door hit you.” He pauses, his eyes rolling over you cuffed in the backseat. “I don’t recommend a nap; the road is kinda bumpy.” 

Toji smirks as he stands next to his partner, muting his walkie talkie that buzzes and crackles on his hip. “She can handle it…can’t you, doll?” And maybe it’s your imagination, but you think you see him wink. 

Then he shuts the door, leaving you to quietly sulk and rethink your life’s choices, praying to God that tonight will end. 

The ride isn’t as bumpy as Sukuna said it would be…but maybe that’s just because you fall asleep during the ride. 

You didn’t think it was possible at first, but the alcohol catches up with you, in addition to you crashing after such an adrenaline rush earlier. Before you fall asleep, you catch snippets of the officers’ conversation: calling a tow company so your rental will be at the station; fingerprints; a possible mugshot, etc. 

The only reason you wake up is because Sukuna neglects to drive into a pot hole. The car shakes and you startle awake, still cuffed and still in hell. You look around groggily, finding nothing but an empty street ahead of you. “Where are we?” you ask. “Is this where the station is?” 

Neither of them answer. “Turn right here,” Toji says, his hand dangling out the window, a cig between his fingers. Sukuna glares at him, gripping the wheel with one hand. “I know where the fuck I’m goin’,” he growls. “Stop drivin’ from the passenger’s side, bitch.” 

You gape at them from the backseat, your blood pressure spiking. You don’t know why you feel so weird, like something is terribly off. When the car cops to a stop, you peer through the window at your new surroundings: you’re under a highway standing beside the empty, serene shores of a beach.

The dark, frothy waves crash against the soft sands and mossy rocks, the sounds of them accompanied by the cawing of seagulls and the hum of cars above you on the bridge. 

Everything is quiet, including the officers. You stare at them, petrified. “What is this?” you ask. Again, they don’t answer. Instead, Sukuna cuts off the engine and steps out of the car with Toji. The black-haired officer comes around to your door and opens it, his grey eyes glittering in the moonlight. “Out of the car,” he orders. 

After unbuckling you, you tentatively step out into the balmy air, hands cuffed. You are shaking in your club best, scared out of your mind. You feel tears burn in your eyes, blurring your vision. How could this all go wrong so quickly? Why did you have to be such a money-hungry bitch and leave your friends? 

Toji leans against the car, watching you intently and smoking his cigarette. Smoke billows from his plump lips and hits you in the face, making you cough a bit. “So here’s the plan, sweets: we’re not gonna arrest you.” 

You scowl at him, utterly confused. “You’re not?” You look at Sukuna who just sits on the hood of the car, arms crossed. Watching you ever-so seriously. 

“Nah,” Toji replies, smirking. “You caught us on a good night and you seem remorseful, so we’ll let’cha off the hook…but only if you’re a real good girl for us tonight.” His smirk grows, crossing villain-like territory. “Or a real bad girl, I should say. You said you’d do anything for us. Right, ‘Kuna?” 

His grey eyes slide over to the pink-haired menace, as do yours. You watch with uncertainty as Sukuna silently rises from his spot, takes three strides towards you, and grips you into his body with one yank of your elbow. You squeak, terrified…until he presses his mouth against yours. 

His kiss isn’t nice either: it’s rough. Possessive. Forceful. “Mmph!” you gasp, angered. Abruptly, you pull away, glaring. “What the fuck are you doing?!” 

His crimson eyes narrow, his grip possessive. “Takin’ what’s owed to me. You think you can get out of this without givin’ us somethin’ in return?” The big, fat moon glistens in his eyes, making his lustful stare even more intense. 

You can’t even attempt to protest, your throat dry as sandpaper. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doin’, baby cakes,” he hotly growls. “Showin’ that ass off. Stickin’ those tits out at me. Betcha did the same thing with those other geezers.” He pauses, pushing himself into you, making you feel the hard, hot throb of his cock that you felt earlier. He’s hard. 

You silently gasp, aghast by this. Usually, you’d be a lot smugger, but something about these two assholes, as sexy as they are, getting rock over your drunken, seductive antics is shaking you to your core. Aren’t officers supposed to be immune to this type of bullshit?! 

Sukuna’s hand circles around to grab your ass just as Toji comes up behind you, his hands sliding over your arms. “You know you want this, baby doll,” he murmurs. “We want it too. Can’t you feel it?” You can, pulsing and throbbing into you at both ends, their cocks chubbing against their pants. 

You are trapped between them, unable to go anywhere. You are nervous and uncomfortable…but also aroused; you can't deny the throb that has formed in your pussy, warm and pulsing. “You said you’d do anything for your freedom,” Toji continues, his lips at your ear. “So prove it. You show us a good time and let us use that pretty body.” 

His big hands slide over your sides while Sukuna cups your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. You see nothing but molten lust there, bubbling like volcano lava. You swallow hard, knowing that you can’t escape this or talk them out of what you’ve caused. “What will you do?” you whisper. 

Sukuna smirks at your determined expression, tilting your chin up farther to stare into his red coal-like eyes. “Whatever we fuckin’ want,” he replies. You shiver at his response—whether out of fear or arousal, you aren't too sure. It is all combined, swimming inside of your belly, making it flip and jump like you’re on a rollercoaster. 

“But you’ll love it, darlin’,” Toji adds, pressing a kiss to your neck. “We promise. We know you like it rough, but we wouldn’t dare hurt you. We don’t bite very hard.” He steals Sukuna’s thunder and turns your cheek to face him. “Just kiss me and find out,” he murmurs, the scent of mint gum and his cologne wafting off of him. 

Maybe it’s all of that or the tequila shots or the Miami heat, but whatever it is, it makes you close the gap from his lips that are just inches from yours. He never moves; he lets YOU take that opportunity, proving to him how much you want it.

Unfortunately, Toji’s kiss is like magic—his mouth is sweet yet rough, his tongue tasting of whiskey and nicotine. You find yourself getting addicted to him the more his soft lips move with yours, gently suckling on your tongue. 

When he pulls away, he latches his lips onto your bottom lip, pulling it back into place. “Not bad, baby girl. You’re a good kisser.” He gives you a smirk, his eyes trailing down to your dress. “I can tell that I am too. Those nipples are sayin’ hi to me.” 

You look down, finding your nipples embarrassingly poking through your dress. “I-I’m cold,” you stammer, still stubborn despite all odds. His smirk grows, amused by your bratty streak. “Aww, poor baby. We’ll warm ya up, won’t we, Kuna?” 

He then proceeds to kiss you down, his pierced tongue swirling with yours, while Sukuna busies himself rubbing his hands over your tits, hips, and ass. He gropes you like you belong to him, squeezing all the right places. You gasp as he grips your chin, yanking your face towards him and tearing you away from Toji’s drugging kiss to give you his own. 

Sukuna kisses roughly and possessively, smashing his lips against yours, his cold metal snakebites pressing into your chin. You taste tequila on his tongue, spiking the sloppy kiss. “Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he gruffly chastises you against your lips. “You were eye-fuckin’ me hard outside that club.” 

Toji hums in agreement, his thick fingers tickling your sides as they slide up to your shoulders. “Me too. I’m shocked you ain’t fall to your knees and whip my dick out to suck.” He pauses, yanking down the straps to your dress. “Wouldn’t mind that right now.” 

“Uh-huh,” Sukuna exhales, pausing to suckle on your bottom lip, leaving you gushing in your panties. “Same here. She needs that smart ass mouth filled with somethin’.” He takes your palm, pressing it against his hard cock pressed against his pants. You swallow, your stomach flipping at the feeling of how hard, hot, and big he is. “So you like my smart mouth?” you find yourself quipping. 

Sukuna’s eyes flash with a wildfire that excites and frightens you, making Toji chuckle. “Mmm, don’t push him, baby. Sukuna knows how to tame the brats.” And you start to believe it when Sukuna roughly hikes your dress up over your hips, right around the same time Toji successfully pulls your straps down to expose your tits and pierced nipples. 

“Shit!” Toji hisses, staring in awe at all you have to offer under the moonlight, including your creamy thighs holding your soft, pushy pussy between them. But that isn’t what gets him swearing: it’s the fact that you’re wearing— 

“A G-string?” Sukuna tuts, his brows raising an inch at the sight of your asscheeks looking plump and succulent from the tight string thong. “You fuckin’ little slut.” 

SMACK!

“Ow!” you gasp, jumping as Sukuna’s big hand comes down hard across your ass. You can’t give him an earful though because suddenly, he is forcing you towards the cop car and forcefully bending you over it, his hand flat on your backside. You squeak, taken aback by the sudden move. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls, pressing his hard dick against your ass bent over the hood. “Keep that mouth shut. Don’t play with me.” 

Despite your stubbornness and irritation, you do as he says and brace yourself for another harsh hit. But even as you mentally prepare yourself to feel that sharp sting across your ass, nothing prepares you for when you actually feel it. 

SMACK!

Shockingly, you moan at this one. Though Sukuna is a hard hitter so his assault stings like hell, it also goes straight to your pussy, making it throb annoyingly in your thong. “Ooooh, you like this, huh?” he chuckles, smugness in his tone. “Naughty girl likes gettin’ spanked, hm? Not surprisin’ at all.” 

SMACK! 

“Bet this is all you need to whip ya into shape. Make you into a good girl,” he whispers.  

SMACK! 

“You just needed a nice.” 

SMACK!

“Hard.” 

SMACK!

“Spanking.” 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“S-Stop!” you beg through tears, feeling them burn in your eye sockets. “I-It hurts!” You grip the chuffs holding your wrists, your thighs shaking and pussy dripping at the lick of fire across your asscheeks. Sukuna begins to rub and pepper your ass in wet kisses, soothing some of the burning sensation from your skin. “Aw, it hurts, pretty girl?” he mockingly coos. “But you’re takin’ it so well. Bet you can take this dick just as good.”

“C’mon, Sukuna,” Toji says, but his voice is breathless with arousal. “Let her breathe. We ain't even get to that pussy yet.” You feel his fingers pinch your thong, pulling it back and snapping it back into place like a sling shot. The sharp sting against your skin makes you squeak, earning a laugh out of him. “She already gave us such easy access,” he chuckles. 

SNAP!

“H-Hey!” you exclaim when you hear the very-obvious sound of your G-string snapping when Toji yanks it off your body. He smirks, shoving the tiny, wet fabric into his pocket, freeing your soft, plushy, puffy pussy lips from the last thing protecting it from the officers’ lustful eyes and the humid air.

Sukuna groans as he ruts himself against you through his pants, rubbing himself against your bare ass as if it’s there for him. “What could that be, babydoll, hm?” he asks. “A nice, big pistol stickin’ in your back?” He claps a possessive hand on your ass, gripping it, making you whimper. 

“I’ve got one too,” Toji jokes, taking your cuffed hands and placing them right on his bulge. “Right here, baby,” he says through a shudder. “It’s ready to shoot up your club.” Sukuna glares at him, sneering in disgust. “Never say that shit again. Just plug her mouth up while I’m back here.” 

Toji grins an evil grin that glints in the moonlight, watching his partner lay his palms flat on your ass and prying them apart. You whimper as you feel him duck down between your thighs, open that mouth up, and— 

“O-Oh, fuck,” you gasp, instantly rearing yourself back to sit on his face as much as possible. You’re not shocked that Sukuna is good at eating pussy—a man with as much mouth as he has usually is. His tongue is wicked, sliding along your wet folds, prying them apart to caress your clit. He does so slowly, tantalizingly, driving you to frustration and impatience. “Dammit, don’t tease me,” you hiss, earning a harsh smack on the pussy. 

You squeak at the assault, your clit jumping as his palm smacks it. “Don’t tell me what to do,” Sukuna growls as he pries your asscheeks apart farther, making you whine. “You must be forgettin’, little girl: you don’t have a say in this anymore. I do what I fuckin’ want. Tonight, I own this pussy.” 

SPANK! 

“Ow!” you exclaim, flinching at another smack on your pussy. Sukuna gives your asscheek a scrape with his teeth, making you flinch. “Shut up,” he demands. “You knew what you were in for when you decided to seduce us. Just who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” Then he dives right back into your pussy, sucking on your soaked lips, making them glisten in his spit.

You moan and whine at the feeling he gives you, your sounds wafting in the summer air. “You’re so cute like this, mama,” Toji murmurs, giving you a sloppy kiss as his big hand cascades down your stinging ass, soothing the fiery sensation from Sukuna’s spanks. Sukuna is less gentle, instead opting to give your pussy a couple of smacks as that tongue gets to work. 

You can’t run or hide or squirm when Sukuna presses his thumb against your asshole as he continues eating your pussy, his soft lips and tongue caressing your slit. You moan against the cold metal hood of the cop car at each long lick that he gives you, prying your lips open to slurp you straight from the source. It’s too intense, each stroke of his tongue and press of this thumb against your hole quickly making you soaked. “A-ah, fuck!” you gasp aloud. “Shit, slow down!” 

But he doesn’t. He doesn't even listen to you, licking as much as he wants without end. “Man is starvin’, ain’t he?” Toji cackles, palming himself as he watches the lewd scene unfold before him. “Mmm, but you can take it. You’s a big girl, right?” 

Click-click. 

Your body freezes at the sound and you find yourself staring up at the barrel of a gun. ‘Da fuck?!’ you think, your heart plummeting into your chest. Toji smirks, cocking his head at you as he presses the cool barrel of the gun against your wobbly lips. “Suck on it, mamas,” he coos. “C’mon now, you know exactly how to put those lips to work. I know ya do.” 

With no choice in the matter, you open your mouth and allow Toji to slowly insert the gun between your glossy, wet lips. And you suck. No matter how afraid or how much your body is fighting against it, you bob your head up and down as if you’re sucking a cock, hollowing your cheeks along the cold metal barrel. “Atta girl,” Toji teasingly drawls out. “Open that throat for Papa.” 

You whimper around the gun as Sukuna’s tongue toys with your cunt, making you sobbing wet, the cold metal ball of his piercing tickling your clit. You can’t tell if any of this is against your will anymore. You seduced them, right? You were willing to do whatever you could to get out of an arrest, right? The lines are becoming blurry now. Nothing makes sense anymore. 

 “Enough of this shit,” Sukuna growls, the vibrations traveling up your pussy. “She needs to suck on somethin’ else now.” 

Toji huffs, but fortunately takes the gun out of your mouth now slick with your spit. “So impatient. Whatever happened to foreplay?” You see him reach for his belt, unbuckling it, and then snatching his zipper down. 

Then out comes his cock—hard, thick, and curved at the tip. His stomach is sinewy with black hair, traveling down towards a sexy happy trail and some heavy balls full of cum. “Want somethin’ else in that mouth, mama?” he whispers, a hot smirk adorning his lips. He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead pressing his cock against your lips and pushing forward.

You let him enter, having no choice but to do so, keeping your teeth behind your cushiony lips. Toji groans as he slides into your hot, wet mouth, making his home there. “Ahhhh,” he exhales. “That’s it, babe. Such a pretty mouth on you when you ain’t complainin’.” 

He begins to rock his hips forward, fucking your mouth while Sukuna tongue fucks your cunt, even sliding a finger against your clit to stroke it while his tongue invades your hole. Your eyes grow watery from the pleasure and Toji’s big cock stretches out your mouth, making your jaw ache. “Yeah, you like it?” he asks, his voice heavy and breathless. “C’mon, you know what to do with a nice, big dick, I’m sure.” 

He pulls out and slaps his heavy cock against your tongue, making a wet plap-plap sound as he does before sinking back in deeper, making you nearly choke. Sukuna’s tongue is invading your pussy, making your quivering walls and each muscle even more tender and sensitive from his relentless tongue-fucking. “But wait!” you wail around Toji’s dick, desperately panting and wailing from Sukuna’s mouth. 

And then Toji is sinking his cock deeeeep into your throat, silencing you with wet choking and gagging as your throat flexes around the foreign object in it. “But nothin’,” he growls through his teeth, his eyes grey slits as he watches your hot mouth wrap around his cock. “Nothin’ but you takin’ the rest of this dick. C’mon, mama, don’t you wanna please me? I could be the reason you go home tonight.

His chuckle is almost evil as he fucks your throat like it’s a fleshlight, his hands indulging in your soft hair and ass, smacking the beautiful globes as Sukuna greedily laps at your cunt. His soft lips and long tongue caress every single part of your pussy and clit, alternating between slurping at both, drinking you in like a starved man.

It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to rise to the surface, forcefully so. Sukuna can feel it in the way your pussy tightens around his moving, swirling tongue as Toji groans, plap-plap-plapping away at your mouth. “Hold it,” the pink-haired officer growls, sending vibrations throughout your pussy. “Tell us you’re ours and you can cum. Don’t you dare fuckin’ disobey me.” 

Gasps and moans leave your lips, your fingers and toes curling at the pleasurable sensations and the sheer willpower it takes for you not to cum. “Tell us, mama,” Toji moans, tapping your chin with his fingers. “Tell us that this pretty body is ours and we’ll make you cum as many times as you need to.” 

And you do. Despite the fury you feel at giving into them, it feels too damn good! You’ll do anything it takes to just cum. It is too much for your body to hold on and not release. “I’m yours!” you sob, gripping your cuffs for dear life. “I promise I’m yours!” 

Your beautiful voice crying out for them both is enough to make both men stick their cocks in you and rail you until they fill you up. Finally, you are graced with a nut after you commit the ultimate sin and sign of disrespect to yourself. “Do it,” Sukuna growls into your pussy. “Cum for me.” 

It takes a while to build, but once it does, it comes crashing down like a house of cards, washing over you as Toji grips your hair and fucks your throat. “F-Fuck, that almost made me cum!” he groans. “C’mon, Sukuna, get inside her before I take your spot.” 

Sukuna glares at his partner from behind your ass, slurping up your honey as you twitch in his mouth. “Not unless you want a cap in your ass.” As you continue to moan around Toji’s cock and your pussy continues to cream, Sukuna quickly tears himself away from you and slides his cock inside of you without warning. 

You let out a high-pitched yelp at the sudden stretch just as you are in the throes of your intense orgasm. You nearly bite down on Toji’s dick from the sudden sensation, making him hiss. “Jesus, girl, watch the teeth,” he huffs. 

Sukuna leans down to nibble on your ear, his teeth catching your earlobe. “Gotcha,” he whispers. He grabs your hips, digging his nails in, and proceeds to slowly rock into you, giving you both a chance to get used to each other. Unfortunately for you, he feels good. Horribly, sinfully, disgustingly good. The way he stretches out the velvety, wet walls of your pussy and creates sloppy, squelching sounds whenever he thrusts add to the tingles of pleasure in your core that grow with every passing second. 

Sukuna grunts in your ear, overcome by how tight and wet you are. You grip him like a vice, tempting him to get closer by gripping your ass with one greedy hand while the other toys with one of your juicy tits squished against the car hood. Toji watches on, pulling out and pumping his cock with one fist in your face. “How’s she feel, partner?” he asks, his tone husky and low. 

Sukuna’s hooded gaze briefly meets his before falling back down to your jiggling ass. “Fuckin’....fuck,” he groans. 

Toji tosses his head back and laughs as if that was the funniest shit he has ever heard. “I knew it was a good idea to catch you tonight!” he guffaws, giving your ass a hard smack as Sukuna continues to pound your pussy against the car hood. “I knew we’d come across you again.” 

“It was only be a matter of time till we met again,” Sukuna adds, wrapping a hand around your throat. “And now here we are.” He squeezes, causing you to let out a wheezed gasp as he sinks his cock in deeper, his balls slapping against your clit. “C’mon, fuck me back. You’ve gotta work for that nut and your freedom, slutty girl.”

You do your best to rock yourself back, only causing him to fuck you harder. The sounds of his balls slapping your clit and your ass colliding with his thighs echoes throughout the quiet Miami air along with your moans and his and Toji’s deep groans and grunts. You’ve never been fucked like this before–so rough and ferocious. 

No man could ever fuck you and make you feel such a way or take you out of yourself. “Oh, my God!” you bellow around Toji’s cock, losing all composure. Sukuna chuckles, massaging your throat as he continues to plow your pussy just right, nailing that spot that makes you see stars over and over again. “Thanks, but not quite, baby,” he sniggers. “Guess the dick has got that brain goin’ stupid, huh?” 

Toji cackles, massaging his cock head against your soft, juicy lips and panting, drooling tongue. “Stupid is a nice look on her,” he comments, chuckling. “You look so pretty takin’ cock, sugar. Ain’t this better than hoppin’ on some college kid’s cock? Or takin’ some old geezer in a bathroom stall? 

You don’t respond. You can’t. The act of talking has completely left your brain as the officer behind you fucks your pussy off of its hinges, grabbing your ass for leverage. His fingers dig into the flesh of your butt cheeks, the sting of it mixing with the pleasurable sting you feel from his cock repeatedly plunging in and out of you. 

You can tell that he is close when his moans start increasing, getting louder, and his cock starts swelling inside of you. “Take it,” he hisses into your ear. “Take this shit. Just like a good girl should!” And without warning, he finally blows his load inside of you with a loud moan that triggers a second nut. You gasp as you feel a warm shot of his cum enter you, filling you up, while you shiver and shake through the currents of your orgasm, moaning wantonly.

Sukuna purrs–actually purrs–as he nuzzles his face into your ear, nipping at your cheek with his teeth while your pussy squeezes and flexes around him. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers, still softly groaning as the rest of his spunk escapes him and enters you. 

Once exhaustion and post-nut clarity kick in, he slowly slides out of you, emitting a weak moan from both of you. His cum drips from your pussy and down your thighs, making them slick. Toji smiles at you, looking proud. “Not bad, mamas,” he chuckles. “I was sure he fucked you out of your mind.” 

And he did. You are so dizzy, dazed, and disoriented that it feels like your head has been dunked underwater. Your eardrums are throbbing. You’re in need of air despite your lungs filling with it every time you inhale to catch your breath. And yet, you’re cum drunk. Dickmatized. Sukuna did something to you. “More,” you whine. “I-I want more.” 

Toji looks shocked at first but then breaks into a shit-eating grin as he looks at Sukuna, happy as a clam. “Fine by me, baby,” he chuckles, tapping his dick against your tongue before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I need to get my nut too. Let’s sit her down; her legs are gonna give out.” 

Minutes later, you find yourself straddling Toji’s lap while he sits in the open passenger's seat, his pants down and his cock slapping against your sobbing pussy. Your thighs are spread wide for him and Sukuna’s viewing pleasure as he stands before you and Toji, one hand up on the car roof while the other is tweaking your pierced nipples, pulling on the studs till you whine. 

You whine and moan like a bitch in heat as Toji’s fat dick massages your pussy, stroking along your slit, nearly sinking it but not quite. Toji teases you, grinning as you desperately grind your cunt against his stiff cock, desperate to take him, but it’s hard to do so when your wrists are still cuffed behind your back. “You want this?” he whispers. “You want Papa to fuck this pussy and make you his good girl?” 

“Yes, please!” you moan into the night sky, not caring about anything anymore but fucking and cumming. “God, Papa, please fuck me! I need you to—”

Without waiting for you to finish, he slides his hard cock inside of you. Your eyes squeeze shut as he fills you just as Sukuna had, stretching out your wet walls and tenderizing your cunt. You can’t take it. It’s too much. Your pussy is about to burst!

“Hey.”

Sukuna taps your cheek with something hard, hot, and throbbing. When you open your eyes, you see his cock out now—big, thick, veiny, and pierced with three studs starting from the underside of his cocked and traveling up. “Look at me,” he demands, his handsome face flushed, his top unbuttoned to show off his tattoos licking his pecs, abs, and pink happy trail. “You look at nothin’ but me while my partner fucks that pretty pussy, got it?” 

You don’t answer. You can’t–not while Toji is deeply filling your pussy with his cock, plunging in and out of you, drawing weak moans and sobs out of your tired, aching body, bouncing you up and down on his dick like a little bunny. 

Suddenly, Sukuna’s cock head is pressed against your lips as his hand wraps tightly around the base, pumping himself in your face. He hovers above your head, his balls hanging down to lightly brush against your nose as he strokes himself away using your throat to the sight of Toji fucking you dumb in in his lap. “Fuck, that pussy’s amazing!” the black-haired officer moans. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ nut soon.” 

“Shit, me too,” Sukuna grunts, pulling out and desperately slapping his cock against his hand to stop himself from spraying his load. “This girl’s throat is tighter than her pussy.” But you need it. You need their cum like you need air, wanting to get drunk off of it. “Do it, Daddies,” you moan. “Cum for me. Fill me up please!” 

Toji takes that personally, using you as a personal fuck doll to get himself off, the sound of the car seat squeaking as he thrusts up harder, faster, making your tits bounce with every rough thrust. “Shit, I’mma cum! I’m gonna fill you the fuck—”

Brrrring! Brrrring!

Both the officers look like they just witnessed a murder as Sukuna’s cell phone begins to ring in his pants. “Shit, that’s probably the station callin’!” He snatches it out, glares at the caller ID, and passes it to Toji as he continues to fuck your throat. “Answer it; I’ll keep her quiet. She can’t say shit around this dick.” 

Toji glares at his partner, slowing his thrusts but still fucking you nice, deep, and slow. “I have to answer it?” he scoffs. He rolls his eyes and grips you tight against him as he answers the phone, clearing his throat. “Officer Fushiguro,” he answers. “You’re on speaker.” 

Which means this man can probably hear the sound of these two officers filling both of your holes and turning you into a personal toy. To your surprise, you kind of like that freaky shit. 

“Toji? It’s me, Shiu. I can only imagine you’re busy since you didn’t check the caller ID first.” The officer—Shiu, his name is?—sounds knowing and tired as he speaks from the other end. Toji chuckles, sounding shockingly normal despite still fucking your guts out and filling your pussy up. “My bad, Shiu. I got preoccupied.” 

He smirks against your sweaty cheek as he reaches around to rub your throbbing clit, making you whine around Sukuna’s pulsing dick. “What’s up? You need us there?” 

“Yeah, we’re swamped with spring breakers and need more people,” Shiu sighs. I know you and Sukuna left earlier, but the club closes in about an hour.”

Toji nods, biting back a grunt as you tighten around him, squeezing his cock in the most forceful hug ever. “Roger that. We’ve got our own spring breaker to bring it too.” He pauses, winking at you while Sukuna gives you a toothy grin. “She’s quite remorseful though.” 

“Uh-huh,” Shiu replies, sounding like he knows just what’s up. "I’ll see you three back here then.”

When he hangs up, Toji kisses your neck, feeling your muscles tense. “Relax, baby, you’re not under arrest. Nothing’s goin’ public, so unclench that pussy…actually, don’t.” He groans into your shoulder, suckling on it as he fucks your pussy again, jackhammering up into it, massaging your G-spot and making you see the entire galaxy. 

“No, do,” Sukuna growls. “We need to get outta here.” He looks enraged as he pulls his hard cock out of you, shoving it back into his pants like nothing happened. Toji groans in frustration, slowing his thrusts but never pulling out. “Dammit! And I was just about to nut!” 

So were you—you can’t help but feel a pang of sexual frustration and temporary insanity at being denied another orgasm. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Sukuna huffs, dressing himself. “There’s always the ride there.” He gives you a hot look and a smirk as he stares down at you, the promise of more fun in his eyes. “You up for the challenge, babes? I’m sure you’ve given road head and pussy before.” 

Toji softly chuckles, the sexy sound traveling straight to your belly, making it flip. He nuzzles his nose into your neck as his cock continues to slowly thrust in and out of you, making you teeter on the edge of an orgasm. 

And against your better judgment, you agree to get back in the car—because the fuck you look like getting stranded at the beach and not getting another nut out of it?—and have the two officers drive you to the station this time.

And when you do, they use you. Take you. Make you cum in the thirty minutes it takes to drive back to the station. 

First, they take turns using your mouth, gripping your hair and letting you use that hot, wet mouth with that skillful tongue and plush lips on their cocks. Toji crawls into the backseat at some point and spreads his thighs wide, leaning against the car window as he watches you bob your head up and down his stiff dick, making him groan, hiss, and swear.

“That’s a good girl,” he sighs, loving how your wet mouth feels massaging him. “God, mama, you were gonna give this mouth away to just ANY rich dude tonight?” 

Sukuna takes his turn, using one hand to place on your scalp as you stroke your mouth up and down his length. He swears and grunts as your saliva trickles down to his balls, staining his pants and drenching his balls while Toji plays with your pussy, licking his thick fingers and sticking them in your dripping hole. The sensations make him swerve around the road, causing him to put on the flashing lights and sirens to alert people that the cops are coming through…and cumming through. 

And you do this all with your hands still cuffed, using your neck and jaw like your life depends on giving some bomb ass head. It is less than easy since both Toji and Sukuna are so goddamn big, but it helps you make your pussy nice and slick. 

Finally, Toji has you sit in his lap and jackhammers inside of you in the passenger’s seat, finishing what was rudely interrupted. You are a moaning, whining, wailing mess, your legs wide open, dress hiked up on your thighs, heels pressed against the dashboard and Sukuna’s lap while he reaches over to toy with your pussy. He rubs your clit with two thick, wet fingers while he steers the car with the other, alternating between staring at Toji fucking the shit out of you and on the road ahead. 

With every thrust of Toji’s hard, throbbing, pulsing cock, you know that you will never be the same after tonight. Toji digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, pinning you open, drilling his cock into you with every intention of shooting up your club. “Shit, mama,” he exhales in your ear. "Keep this shit up and we may just keep ya.” 

“Bet she’d love that shit,” Sukuna grunts, his naked cock stiffening against his thigh out of his fly. “Bet she’d love to be kept and locked up so she won’t have to deal with these rich, horny bastards, wouldn’t you, sweets?” 

You only whimper in response, your head lolling back against Toji’s shoulder, his cologne filling your nostrils, making you drunker. The officer’s grey eyes roll to the back of his head, showing the whites of his eyeballs, as his thrusts become harder and fast paced. “M’close,” he warns. “‘Bout to fill this pussy up. C’mon, cum with me, mama.” 

Your moans fill the cabin of the car he rails you harder, faster, making your tits and tummy jiggle with the force of his fucking. Sukuna rubs your clit faster, telling that your close from the way you begin to gyrate in Toji’s lap, desperate to reach your peak. Finally, with a moan louder than Sukuna’s, Toji explodes inside of you, releasing rope after rope of cum inside of your pussy. 

You can’t help it: you cum too. Sparks of electric pleasure shock you from the inside out as your pussy tightens and flexes around the hard cock inside of you, drawing your third orgasm out of you. Seconds later, Sukuna forces your head over to suck on his cock and gives a guttural groan as he busts another load down your throat, coating it in his spunk. 

You look in his eyes as you do it, allowing him to slip the head in and gently fuck your mouth, letting his cum settle onto your tastebuds. Meanwhile, Toji is pushing the rest of his load inside of you, soft grunts leaving his lips, quite possibly knocking you up. Maybe Sukuna did too. There was no condom. But you find that you can’t find it in you to care right now. 

Finally, Toji slows his thrusts and pulls his cock out of you, causing his cum to leak from your cunt and drip down your throat, coating them in his glistening, sticky spunk. He leans back into the carseat, his toned body dripping in perspiration. “Nice job, babes,” he pants. “Consider yourself a free woman. You’ve convinced us well.” He gives you a smirk, a playful glint in his grey eyes. Sukuna chuckles, slipping his now-flaccid cock out of your mouth. 

You slump against the glove compartment, breathing heavily, feeling sticky, heavy, and exhausted. “Hey.” Tap-tap. You feel Sukuna’s hand lightly smack your cheek, making you weakly open your eyes. “You good, baby?” he asks. “Talk to me.” 

Somehow, you find the willpower and energy to speak: “Y-Yes,” you stammer. Sukuna looks pleased with this, moving your fucked-out hair out of your face. “Good ‘cause we’re here. Gotta get you home to your girls so you can tell ‘em all about your night, don’t we?” 

Toji chuckles as he helps you sit up and squeezes you against him as if he doesn’t want to release you. To your surprise, he unlocks the cuffs from your aching wrists just as you pull up to your destination…but it’s not a police station. You’re back at the nightclub, parked around back so the gaggle of club goers and spring breakers exiting the venue can’t see you stumble out of the cop car. 

Toji slips you off of him and helps you out, his rough, calloused hand gripping yours. “Lemme help ya,” he says, pulling down your dress and wiping your mouth for you. You keep a hold on his hard bicep, feeling unsteady, sweaty, and sticky.

You need a hot shower, a blunt, and a bed…but before that, you need answers. “We’re back at the club?” you asked, utterly confused. “Why?” 

You get your answer when the back door opens and another officer comes walking out, looking rather haggard yet still very handsome with his thin mustache, masculine features, and a cigarette dangling from his lips. The name tag above his gold badge reads “Kong Shiu”. He pauses at the sight of you three and places his hands on his hips. “Well,” he deadpans. “Guess you two had a joyride.” 

“Oh, definitely,” Toji cackles, palming your waist as he squeezes you against him. “This one is good to go, Shiu. She’s all yours. Thanks again for lettin’ us take a spin.” You turn to Toji, confused and worried, a gut feeling that something isn’t entirely right making your stomach twisting. 

“Don’t worry, doll,” Shiu says, his deep voice soft and assuring. “I’m gonna take you to where you’re stayin’ at. I’m sure these two fuckheads put you through the wringer.” He sighs, shaking his head. Freaky ass men, aren't they? Roleplayin’ as cops to catch some ass.” 

Suddenly, your entire world stops and you feel like you’ve just been dipped in ice water. You are terribly sober now and completely aware of this big ass plot twist. Sukuna smirks as he gets out of the car, knowing that you know what is going on now. “Oh, you really thought we were real cops?” he snorts. “Guess we’re just that good.” 

“Nah, baby,” Toji chuckles, crooking his finger under your chin. “We just like to have some fun every now and again with chicks like you…but you were by far the best.” You stand there frozen, completely in shock, realizing that you just let these two lying-ass bouncers fuck you raw and use you like a fleshlight all for nothing. 

Sukuna sheds his uniform like it’s nothing, stopping at his pants and shoving his shirt in Shiu’s hands. “Hope you learned your lesson, doll,” he murmurs in your ear as he passes you. “Come back again while you’re here if you need to get fucked by a real man again. Here’s your purse back.” Then he’s gone, disappearing into the club. 

“C’mon, Toji,” Shiu says, making an impatient come hither motion with his hand. “Gimme my shit and my ride. You need to clean up that damn club.” 

Toji rolls his eyes but coughs up his shirt too, stopping at his boots and pants, leaving his impressive muscles on display. He gives you a cheeky smile as he passes by you, not-so-subtly pinching your ass as he does. “Thanks for the fun, mama,” he whispers. “Till we meet again next spring break.” 

Once he’s gone, Shiu invites you back into the cop car, tossing the used shirts in the backseat while you sit in the passenger’s seat, the scent of sex evident. Shiu acts like he doesn’t notice it as he slides into the driver’s seat, sighing as he tosses his cig out of the window. “Where we headed?” he asks. You tell him the address of your hotel and sit back in your seat as he drives off, taking you away from tonight’s events. 

“Soooo they told me to let you off the hook for your crimes tonight,” he explains, eyeing you curiously as pulls away from the club. “So what exactly did a gal like you do to get out of an arrest tonight?” 

You say nothing, instead digging into your bag for your phone. It is blowing up with texts from your friends wondering where you are. You slip your phone back into your bag only to find a slip of paper hidden between the money you snatched tonight in your wallet. You take it out, finding a scribbling of Toji and Sukuna’s names and cell numbers on them. 

In case you decide to be a bad girl again on your little trip. -xxx 

To your surprise, your lips stretch into a smirk and you slip the paper back into your bag. “Just did what I could,” you answer, turning to look at Shiu as he says it. He is already looking at you, his brown eyes glittering with a light that isn’t professional or friendly. 

“Damn,” he sighs, hooking an arm around your seat as he cruises down the street with one hand. “Wish I coulda been there. Both them motherfuckers always get all the fun with spring breakers.” 

THE END.

[ilchul00]

BEHOLD! tenna undertale

(update)

[heliocentric9]

They're pouting together

[lovecandyyy]

human nature. eren yaeger (18+)

a/n: lost the request but this is for the anon that requested toxic frat!eren x nerdy reader <3 lowk he not toxic cuz idk how to write toxic men they must be a bitch to everything i say.

warnings: frat!eren x nerdy sub!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, degradation, dumbification, spanking, pet names, he rough wit it, all dat good stuff 😛 enjoy freaks ♡

MINORS DNI

eren never spared a pathetic girl like you a second glance.

high-hoisted ponytail swinging ridiculously, meticulously ironed dress shirt buttoned to the top, plaid skirt the specific length right before it crosses any suggestive lines. books always tucked in your arm, lipstick smudged because you're always biting your lips, deep in thought in some intellectually-challenging literary prompt and he's never about all that.

eren's never about the type of girls like you, up-tight and know-it-all but too shy to speak up, your head high and your shoulders straight when you saunter across the courtyard. he's the kind of animal that stares at you while you strut to class through the front widows of his trashed frathouse, 8am and holding a 750ml bottle of absolut. the kind that opts for girls with dark lipliner and low cut shirts, inch-long shorts, ones that go to his parties instead of group study sessions and god knows you'd never dare miss a group study session.

but it's easy for him to choose you over all those other girls when you're so close like this, puckering your glossed lips and losing patience as you walk him through a calculus problem (that he didn't really need help with in the first place). smelling like vanilla and candy and god. he didn't know that you were so easy.

eren believes that it was fate that brought him to choose a seat next to yours in the calc 3 lecture room, and eren believes that it is the same fate that leads to you face down ass up on his bed right now, choking on your own sobs as he slowly pushes inside you, your small body struggling to accommodate him.

"she's trying to hard to fit me," he grunts, grabbing your hair out of your face. your mascara stains your lids black and your mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut as if it would help. "you always a try hard baby? on all those fucking assignments and on my dick?"

"'ren!" you cry, nails digging at his sheets for purchase as the feeling overwhelms you, full and filled to the brim but he's still pushing, forcing you to adjust. "urrgg...go slow 'ren! p-please! please, ple-"

eren reaches down and yanks your head roughly up by your french braids. "you take what i give you," he says simply, ignoring your squirming and tiny whines. "okay princess?"

he drops your head, and bottoms out. you scream, noise muffled against the navy-blue sheets, and every sensation feels like it's being intensified ten-fold. you're so stuffed it hurts, and the stretch knocks over to pleasure and your head spins, trying to decide on what it wants. your rational part wants to stop, it's too much and tears burn your eyes from how overwhelmed you are, but the other part, the one eren somehow unlocked screams for him to move, to slide and slam into you and use you like his own personal doll.

"you're so tight, fuck," eren groans, watching his dick nestled between your pretty plump ass, modest skirt rolled up to your hips. "who knew the campus nerd was such a freak? huh? giving yourself up the first time we're alone?"

eren hates being honest with himself and hates admitting that you've always been, begrudgingly to him, the center of his attention. you were untouchable and unreachable, keeping to yourself and always silently preening to yourself every time you get a shoutout by a professor (which is all the time). he refused to acknowledge that he was looking that one time you bent over to retrieve a pen and your skirt hitched up the slightest bit, just enough for him to catch a peak of your polka dot underwear and the curve of your ass. refuse to acknowledge that he somehow always sees you when he's fucking his hand pathetically in the middle of the night, staring at him with your head tilted like it always is and that curious, innocent expression on your face.

he hit jackpot when you reluctantly agreed to the study session he set up (more like begged) and if he had known how easy you were to rile up, he would've done it forever ago. who knew the campus nerd is this hungry for cock, rutting against him like a whore and moaning like a fucking star.

he really did hit jackpot.

you whine loudly, clearly embarrassed by his words but your body betray you, body moving so that you begin fucking yourself on his cock, your sopping pussy creating dirty, lewd noises that fill the room. he spanks your ass and you cry to each one yet humiliatingly wiggle back for more, wanting more of anything, everything. "you greedy slut," eren hisses, digging his nails into the plush of your ass, guiding you onto bouncing on his dick and forcing you deeper, until his fat tip slams against your cervix. "you're a fast learner, sweetheart. 's that why you so smart? so much better than everyone?"

you visibly perk up at the praise, small breaths falling out of your mouth as you work yourself up and down his cock, chasing the high that's piling at the pit of your stomach. cheeks warm and mind fuzzy. it's rare in moments that you can't think straight, and this is definitely one of them.

eren suddenly moves, swiftly flipping you onto your back and pushing your legs up to his shoulders. he finally gets a good look at you, debauched and fucked-stupid, tear stains on your cheeks and drool glossy over your lips and you're not one bit like the girl he checks out everytime he sees you on campus. your white dress shirt is wrinkled and see-through from sweat, tits spilling out of the leopard print bra you're wearing underneath and skirt hiked all the way up your torso, looking so much better than he had fantasized.

"such a stupid girl," he says, hips slamming into yours and you moan loudly enough to cancel the noise out, your cheeks blushed a poppy red. "fucked so stupid can't even speak. that's all you are, doll, just a stupid," he pulls out nearly all the way and slam into you and your eyes roll to the back of your head. slam. "fucking," slam. "doll. ain't that right?"

"mmm yes! yes yes yes stupid, 'm a stupid girl! 'm yours yours yours-" you've officially lost it, babbling incoherently and eyes wild. your body begs for release. "'m so close eren, please-feels so good, wan' cum-"

his pace never falters. pretty, pretty eyes stare at you, waiting until you snap and it knocks into you all at once--what's happening, eren's gaze, his heavy cock that slides in and out of you with every sob of your pussy, the study session, the kiss, him knocking you into bed.

"cum for me, slut," eren mutters, leaning down, teeth nipping at your lips. "my dumb slut. she's takin me so well, you're being such a good girl for me, y/n."

"f-fuck!" his words tips you over and your orgasm rips through you. everything feels overstimulating all at once, hot flashes of pleasure and your body convulses, dizzying and feeling oh so fucking good. your pussy clamps down on him hard, pulsating and aching and you're no longer in control of what the hell you're saying. so when your stupid mouth blubbers out the words "love you eren, i love you, love you!" you had no choice but to let them go, brain too fuzzy to even comprehend the damage you'd just done.

one last thrust into you and eren pulls out, his length red and angry. he's cumming all over your tummy, pretty strings of white coating your sweat-sheened skin, belly rising hurriedly as you take sharp breaths. his heart beats fast, as if its trying to escape out of his ribs and run away. panic and dread settles into an uneasy feeling at his chest and every organ in his body beats loudly, the audio of what you said repeating again and again in his head.

you’re stupider than he thought.

[summerandfall]

sunshine(s) ☀️ & sunshine protector(s) 🛡️

.// i am NOT joking about kralsusie anymore...

[cupcakegirl3]

some kinks i think wanda and natasha would have

tw: daddy and mommy/mama kinks, all the kinks are listed before so if you don’t like one, don’t read it! some are dark but not all of them!

cockwarming

she’d have you perched on top of her while she plays video games so she can have a warm, wet hole to fuck when she gets frustrated. she plays for hours filling you with load after load. eventually she’d have to gag you, your pathetic moans would be too loud and she doesn’t want anyone to know how beautiful you sound while you’re sitting on her cock

sometimes she’d use your mouth, you’d both be laying on the couch and she would move you to be face level with her crouch. she’d have you pull it out, sink your mouth onto it so that you’re comfortable not to move for a while. it turned your mind completely off, especially when she’d get too pent up and hold your face steady as she fucked it.

forced intox

forcing you to take hit after hit of the joint, until your loose and pliable in her lap. She’d be gentle with you of course, but you didn’t really know what was happening as she dipped her fingers into your panties and coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you. she wouldn’t even get off that night, she’d watch a funny movie snd play with your pour, overworking pussy all night until you passed out, completely fucked out in her arms.

fear play

holding a gun up to your head, watching as you tremble under her, knowing she knows exactly how to use that thing. you’re tied to a chair, completely bound and unable to move. you’re babbling pleas for her to stop, for her to take the gun away, but she doesn’t listen. she drags the barrel down, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. she traces your cheekbone, then your lips.

“Open.”

you open your mouth, your lips shaking with fear as she pushed the barrel into your mouth.

“suck it good, babe. never know when my finger might slip.”

dollification

dressing you up in cute outfits, doing your hair just how she likes it. she just loves seeing you dressed up all cute. making sure to buy you outfit after outfit, more and more revealing until you’re just wearing lingerie around the house all day.

making sure to dress you herself, slipping it over your body, caressing your skin as she does so, telling you how beautiful you look all dressed up for her

forced intimacy

you’ve been having a rough adjustment to your new life with natasha. constantly fighting when all she wants to give you is love. she’d make you kiss her while she was fucking your cunt wide open, threatening to kill you if you didn’t. she’d make sure to tell you how much she loves you while you’re shaking underneath her, then forcing you to say it back in a convincing tone.

and of course afterwards, cuddles were required. you would try to pull away, but she wouldn’t let you. it’s not as if you were strong enough to push her away. she’d cuddle you, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheek.

breeding kink

“Imagine what’d you look like pregnant.” She’d whisper in your ear as she pounded into you. “All glowy and swollen.”

“Wans…” you trailed off throwing your head back onto her shoulder. She was holding you up from behind, her strap buried so deep inside of you it felt like you could feel it your throat. her hands stroked your stomach.

“I don’t even know why I’m asking, you’d let me do anything to you right? Anything for your mama?”

“Fuck—“ you whined your body trembling, you’d fall over if it wasn’t for her grip. “anything mama…”

“I know baby. I know. I’m gonna fill you up soon honey…”

probably make a part 2 of this…lmk if you have any headcannons