having three lovers in one body has never bothered you. they each love you in a different way, you thrive off of it too. your friends talk about how much you’ve been glowing. only if you could tell them about the sex life you have that is absolutely out of this world. let’s just say, having a mirror is a must. the boys love to communicate and spectate when it’s time for sex. all three are generous lovers and fuck you entirely different.
steven, your sweetheart. gentleman by every standard. but when he was was having his way with you he could be a bit bossy.
“i’m talking to you love” steven looked up at you from his favorite spot, between your thigh. his warm breath against your wet folds made your body shiver.
“please steven” you respond to his question you almost forgot about.
“look up at the mirror love, the boys want to have a perfect view” he grins before swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. he glanced at the mirror behind the headboard. marc and jake cheering steven on.
marc, when it came to him he was a slut for you. in the hottest way possible, as stoic as he is, one thing is for sure and that’s how down bad he is for you.
“that’s it baby. keep riding me just like that” he groans. his hands grip your hips enough to leave the traces of his fingertips behind. “you’re taking me so well” and you could only respond with a moan bracing yourself against him as your speed increased and his thrusts matched the pace you were going.
“arch that back some more baby. the boys want to see those pretty tits bounce” you do exactly as he says, you always do. anything for your boys.
jake, your quiet lover who put you through the mattress every time it was his turn with you.
his hand in your hair forcing you to look in the mirror as he took you from behind.
“look at you cariño, look at how pretty you are taking my dick” he cooed in your ear.
“go ahead and give the boys that pretty little fucked out smile. show them how good jake takes care of you” he bites your shoulder his eyes never leaving his reflection.
“i bet you wish this was you don’t you pads?” remus’ eyes met the silver eyes of your shared lover who was in the ‘time out’ chair in the corner of the room. you were face down with your back arched as remus fucked you within the edge of your life. your moans and sirius’ grumbles of ‘how unfair this is’ filled the bedroom. your eyes didn’t leave sirius’ either until remus decided to flip you over. “you don’t get to look at him anymore dove. focus on me only”
“moony you aren’t being fair” sirius complained his tone whiny.
“what’s not fair is you not eating the breakfast our pretty dove made for you. she worked hard to make sure we had a meal before heading out and you didn’t touch it” remus locked eyes with sirius, his gaze glancing down to you. “how’d that make you feel dove?” the question paused your train of thought.
“i was sad about it” you answered before remus could thrust again drawing a moan out of you.
“you hear that pads? you made her sad” remus growls at sirius. they both take your feelings seriously. however sirius didn’t think remus would go a bit feral over him skipping breakfast.
“rem please” you whine getting his attention.
“what is it dove?” he asks sweetly, though his pace is still brutal.
“focus on me. don’t talk to him” you softly commanded. you were never one to make commands but when you did your boys loved it.
“as you wish dove” remus captures your lips in a heated kiss feeling you clench around him as his hands wander your body.
“that’s not fair love” sirius groaned at the same time.
“you should’ve ate your breakfast sirius” you grin breaking away from the kiss. sirius couldn’t help but come undone at you saying his name. he’s a weak man when it comes to you and he promises never to skip a meal again… or he might just to watch his lovers torture him for his bad behavior.
your fingers shakily gripped onto the counter the moment steven pinned you between him and it.
“love, did you really think we would let you out in this skirt?” steven rhetorically asks thrusting into you agonizingly slow, the squelching filled the bathroom as your pussy greedily accepted her fate. your mini skirt that you planned on wearing for girls night is bunched your waist. his deft fingers reach around to flick your swollen clit. a weak shake of your head was all you could muster. yet, that wasn’t good enough for steven.
“tsk tsk love” he grips your chin tilting your face up forcing you to make eye contact with the bathroom mirror. “and how wet you got just because i manhandled you a bit” his thrust picked up the pace as he glanced into the mirror giving a little nod that you didn’t catch before dropping a kiss to your nape and shoulder.
the rhythm changed and you were no longer being filled, a resounding skin to skin smack fills the bathroom.
“baby i can’t believe you tried this little stunt” another smack, accompanied by your pathetic moan. “i shouldn’t even fuck you” marc unabashedly groans grinding himself against your dripping arousal. “but,” he pauses thrusting himself back into you, “how can i deny such a pretty pussy that’s begging for me?” calloused grip tightening each time his tip kissed your cervix as your walls fluttered around him.
“dios mio cariño” his voice huskier than normal. thrusts picking up to a brutal pace. “lost your mind when you thought girls night was going to happen in that skirt”
“jakeeee” the moan that slipped pass your lips was so pathetic he barely heard his name.
“come on cariño do better” he bites down on your shoulder before smirking at the mirror before glancing into the corner of the bathroom. his hand slipping down teasing your clit knowing you’re getting closer, by the way your knuckles are whitening as your grip slips from the counter and your moans are broken and needy.
“look at you little star” the deep voice sending a jolt through you. for the first time since you’ve been with your boys, you can hear khonshu, your eyes glance to the corner seeing the skeletal bird god of the moon leaning against the wall. “i see why my avatar keeps you to himself” stretching out his hand, his fingers lightly trace your chin. “you are quite exquisite” a whine ripples through you as your walls clamped down around jake.
“that’s it pretty fall apart for us. make sure you smile for them” jake groans as he spills into you. a satisfied fucked out smile graced your face as the boney hand of the moon god made sure you didn’t tear your eyes away from the mirror.
being a single dad, toji didn’t think he would date again. he didn’t even think he would find someone who’d be willing to raise megumi with him. every doubt in his mind went away when he met you. correction, when megumi introduced you to him. megumi loves to explore the park, he never strays from toji’s sight until the day he met you. for a stoic and standoffish little boy, he went straight up to you. to him you looked like a fairy, your choice of clothing leans towards the whimsical side. you also had two husky puppies, one that was pure black and the other pure white. megumi asked a million questions about them. after the conversation he introduced you to toji, with the hopes of getting to see your dogs more.
you exchanged numbers; meeting at the park or going on a walk together. you babysat megumi, you even became his emergency contact to pick him up from school. his school was close enough to you, you’d walk the dogs with you to get him. one day you overheard one of megumi’s friends say “your mom has some cool dogs” the little boy with the pink hair exclaimed excitedly and “your mom is real pretty” the little girl with brown hair squealed. megumi cracked a smile, not even correcting them. he greeted you with a hug, like he always did petting the dogs. you waved to his friends as you two took off down the street.
one night at the dinner table megumi is talking a lot to toji, which surprised him. he kept talking about things him and his mom did. which puzzled toji, until megumi said “can you really make her my mommy?” the question was innocent, but something in toji snapped. toji texted you asking to take you on a date, you agreed. here you are; less than a year later. moved into a cute little house and engaged. more specifically you’re pinned under him in a full mating press, his tip bullying your cervix as his thumb teased your clit.
“maybe we should make a baby”
“someone else to call you mommy”
“you’d like that huh? all swollen with my baby”
“these perfect tits of yours filled with milk to feed our baby. i don’t know if i’ll survive”
are just some of the things he’s growled into your ear. you couldn’t even give him a good verbal answer all you could get out were your needy moans and a few “uh huh” or “p..p..please”. he was living for it. he wanted nothing more than to see you pregnant as soon as possible. seeing you love his son and care for him, another reason there’s a ring on your finger right now. his thrusts weren’t slowing down either each snap of his hips and the pressure of his thumb on your clit was driving you crazy. clenching around his length back arching your breasts pressing against his chest.
“toji” your voice sounded too sweet whining his name like that. his thrust faltered for a moment.
“what is it baby?” he asked cockily in your ear. “use your words baby. with that big educated brain of yours”
“want your baby” your broken plea comes out between your breathy moans. he angles your hips off the bed holding you up with one hand with a good grip and his hips increase speed. he feels himself twitch whenever you clench around him.
“keep doing that baby and you’ll milk me dry” he groans into your neck before he starts nipping you leaving marks.
“please toji” your nails dig into his shoulder blades leaving marks along his back. your cunt flutters around him, you’re close he knows your close the way your face contorts to pleasure.
“come on baby, let go for me. then i’m going to fill you up” thrusting with a purpose while playing with your clit, your head is thrown back into the pillows, his name falling from your lips in a scream as your orgasm racks your body. he fills you up keeping your legs locked around his waist. once he hits his final thrust he collapses down onto the bed next to you pulling you with him to be on top, still nestled inside you.
“you’re not leaving this house until i knock you up” he grunts kissing you softly. your response? a soft laughter that fills the room and a small nod.
a/n: lowercase on purpose bc my laptop charger broke and this is typed in my notes. idk the word count but enjoy!! also, reader has her hair in a ponytail, the texture or color is not described. nor is skin tone! for all the baddies that love nanami💙
you loved the way your husband gripped his tie. you’ve always wanted him to grab your hair the way wraps that tie around his hand. recently you’ve been putting your hair up in ponytails for easy hair pulling. however, you haven’t told him that. you didn’t know how. as you stood in the kitchen of your cute home baking a fresh loaf of bread for the week, flour dusting your cheeks and apron that’s when he made the first comment.
“darling, you’ve been wearing your hair up more. any particular reason?” He asked wrapping an arm around your waist kissing the top of your head.
“you’ve noticed?” you asked with a tiny smile.
“of course i have. now, what’s the reason?” he asked leaning against the counter.
“i don’t know how to tell you” answering his question while washing your hands.
“you can tell me anything darling. take your time if you need too.” reaching for a paper towel he leans in wiping the flour off your cheeks.
“thank you kenny” you stand on your toes kissing his cheek.
“are you going to tell me darling?” his tone teasing.
“does my hair look worthy of being pulled?” you ask turning around flipping your ponytail slightly.
“is that what this is about darling?” he asks chuckling. his free hand wraps around your ponytail giving it a playful tug.
“kento” you use the most serious voice you could muster.
“how do you want it pulled darling? you weren’t specific” he smirks lazily.
“like how you pull your tie after wrapping it around your hand” you specify looking away instead of at him.
“oh darling all you had to do was ask” he rewraps his hand around your ponytail tugging it firmly drawing a moan from you. that moan alone brought his cock standing to attention. “that was such a pretty sound darling. i must hear it again” he praises tugging your ponytail again a little harder this time. the moan it drew from you this time was more raw and guttural and damn it made him need you now. “on your knees for me darling”
you wasted no time sinking to your knees in the middle of the kitchen. his hand still in your hair, you looking up at him with the ‘fuck me’ eyes you’ve been giving him since the day you two met.
“may i please take you out baby?” you purr looking up at him placing your hands on his muscular thighs. using the grip he had on your ponytail he pushed you forward. using your teeth to latch onto the waistband of the pajama pants and boxers he wore you pulled them down slowly. his cock springing out smacking your face. you spit in one of your hands wrapping around him stroking him slowly as you kiss and lick the tip of his cock teasingly. licking it from base to tip you wrapped your lips around the head swallowing his him down til your nose brushed his pubic hair. the hand in your hair tightens keeping your head down in place. your throat full of him and you aren’t gagging. he slowly began to thrust into your mouth as if it were your pussy his space quickens. knowing he wouldn’t last in your throat he pulls you off flipping you over before dropping to his knees behind you tearing your pajama shorts off your body lining up with your wet folds, giving your ass a firm smack he snaps his hips forward with a purpose. free hand reaching around so his fingers can toy with your clit. pulling your ponytail back making your back arch so he can place kisses down your neck and shoulders. whispering dirty praises in your ear:
“you’re taking me so well darling”
“the way you’re squeezing me i won’t last long”
“you sound so pretty, like a little siren”
“i never want to know what life is like without feeling your walls around me”
“that’s it darling”
“use me as much as you want”
needless to say, your hair in a ponytail will be a forever occurring thing especially if this is the outcome.
a/n: i know i’m hella behind but i’m catching up by saturday i swear 😤
college au!
warnings: 18+ mdni, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), piv unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), idk any more of the top of my head
❤️🔥
you and sukuna? on no one’s bingo card this year. you were the resident sweetheart, volunteering at animal shelters or children’s hospitals on the weekend. he, was the one partying (despite his distaste for people) and participating in slightly shady activities. when toji brought you to their place for the first time; since you were friends. which is another relationship no one understood. you stood there in the boys kitchen, wearing a little dress and cardigan holding a few trays of baked goods for the party later. however, you weren’t staying, toji just told them parties aren’t your thing as he stole a cookie you made.
sukuna grabbed a brownie you made, and practically moaned at the taste. he grabbed toji by the shirt demanding to know your name. the bastard smirked in his face, and told him he wouldn’t tell. shoving his friend away he does what a normal person would do and follows you out the door not too far behind you.
“excuse me!” he calls out as your heading to your car. you stop turning to look up at him as he halts in front of you.
“hi, you’re one of toji’s friends right?” your voice was sweet and polite. you had such an approachable stance along with a warm smile.
“yeah, i’m sukuna. ryomen sukuna. i respond to either” he answered slightly stumbling over his words. if the boys saw him now they would fuck with him for it. you offered your hand for him to shake as you shared your name with him. the way he tested it sounded like honey dripping from his tongue. “those brownies were killer. you bake all the time?” he asked, the confidence back in his voice.
“yes i do” you beamed. “i’m glad you liked the brownies” your smile was something he wanted to see directed towards him everyday. he asked for your number and you gave it to him with a smile.
you didn’t expect him to text you the way he does, it wasn’t just brief conversations. you would text all day, he’d even call you at random times, just to hear your voice or at night until the two of you fell asleep. the more he learned about you he was made aware of how innocent you were. it’s something he learned when he started taking you on dates. toji was baffled when he found out you were the girl sukuna was going on a date with, he even called you to make sure sukuna wasn’t delusional, when you confirmed he wasn’t toji was about to go protective mode but heard how happy you sounded about it and let it go.
sukuna went all out for this date, the prettiest bouquet that reminded him of you. a picnic at the park with a beautiful lake that you mentioned one time over a call. your favorite food and dessert. you absolutely melted. he took a picture of you with the bouquet at sunset in front of the lake; it’s his lock screen now.
but something that was on the edge of his mind as ruining you in the best ways possible. how could he not want to? that sweet smile of yours whenever you greeted or thanked him for everything. the way you shyly reacted every time his kisses deepened. how you slid your hand into his while walking or when just spending time together. you get shy whenever he’s shirtless around you. the way you get needy when you wear his shirts to bed because you love the way he smells. at this point it’s not about the fact you were a virgin, no. yes it’s special to him that you trust him to be the first and he hopes only. it’s when you started asking your innocent questions about what he likes. looking up at him as you laid on his chest maintaining eye contact with that curious look in your eyes that you got when learning something new.
“you want me to teach you?” he asked, his tone gruff, to cover that he was in shock. you nod eagerly.
“please ryo” and that fucking smile did it for him, along with the nickname only you could call him. he agreed, and when you asked for your first lesson to be right now you ended up in your current situation. legs thrown over his shoulders, your hands in his hair tugging it.
“tug harder princess” he instructs before shoving his tongue in you. his nose rubbed against your clit in all the right ways. his fingertips bruising your thighs. you tugged harder, he groans against your soaked folds as he ruts into the mattress. doing his absolute best not to take you right now. he wanted you to be able to have a good experience. besides this was only lesson one. he ate your pussy like he had something to prove. setting a standard that sent a clear message “this is mine”. he sent that message by placing a sweet kiss to your abused clit after you just drenched him from mouth to chin with your orgasm.
your second lesson, was a day you were sitting in his lap just wearing his shirt and a cute pair of panties when you were over at his place. while he was playing the game you couldn’t help but fidget in order to get comfortable. he handed you the controller instructing you on how to play the game as his hands explored beneath the shirt you wore, playing with your breasts and pinching your nipples. the noises you make fill his room over the sound of the game. his hands trailed down slipping into your panties only to find you’re dripping wet.
“all this after playing with your pretty tits princess? this is a fucking reward” he groans in your ear, his arousal making itself apparent pressing against your ass. he works two fingers into you as his calloused palm is pressed against your clit applying the right amount of pressure to get you to squirm. and squirm you did.
“that’s it. that’s my girl. go ahead and soak my fingers princess.” his tone never lacks the gruffness of it but the undertone still soft as ever as he nips your earlobe and peppering your neck with kisses. when you cum on his fingers due to the curling of his expert fingers he almost nuts in his pants. the sounds you make when he brings you to an orgasm is something he needs it recorded to put on a repeated playlist.
“can i taste it?” you asked quietly after you came on his fingers. he short circuited momentarily before sliding his fingers out of you to hold them to your parted lips. you wrapped your lips around his finger making unintentional lewd eye contact with him. sukuna thought he was about to lose it.
your third lesson, you asked him oh so sweetly to have sex with you. what made him go crazy was when you requested he do it without a condom. “i would like to feel you” you said innocently, though the action he is about to take is in no way innocent. he agrees eagerly, yes. it started with a heated makeout, you’re finally comfortable with this type of kiss, and he couldn’t be happier as he smirked into the kiss priding himself in the way he taught you to kiss. pinned beneath him, the way you’re up at him with lust evident in your mesmerizing eyes. no part of your body was untouched his hands explored you, his mouth explored you.
“you can leave marks if you want” when those words left your lips and reached his ears, he practically whined. his teeth began nipping at your skin, kissing his way back up to your neck he made sure to leave a few visible strategically placed love bites, leaving the rest for below the collarbone. kissing his way back down your body he slipped his fingers into you with ease. your arousal from all the attention already soaking the sheet beneath you.
“feel that princess?” he questions grinning lazily leaning against your thigh, eyes flickering between your eyes that beg for more and the way his fingers are disappearing between your folds. “you sure you’re ready for me?” working a third finger in you making you whine and moan; he knows two wasn’t going to be enough to get you ready.
“please ryo. i want you” he buries his face into your pussy, giving your clit all the attention it deserved as his fingers curled within you, the rough padding of his fingers brushing your g-spot sending intense waves of pleased through your body.
“i can feel you’re close princess. cum on my fingers and i’ll give you what you want” he rasps giving your thigh a nip. you cum on his fingers and he keeps going until the wave of pleasure surging through you subsides for a brief moment before positioning himself between your legs. dragging his cock up and down your slick folds. “are you absolutely sure baby?” the gruff voice with the undertone of sincerity made your heart flutter.
“i’m sure ryo” you nod with a small grin. he lines up with your entrance slowly pushing in, your face contorts in pleasure at each once he pushes in. once he’s buried in you he gives you a silent nod letting you adjust to his size. “please start moving” you plea in a soft tone, that almost made him come undone before starting. his thrusts started at a slow and even pace to get you accustomed to him, his fingers intertwined themselves with yours holding your hand delicately during this moment. you gave his hands two soft squeezes. “you can go faster ryo” and if only you knew how innocent but filthy you sounded. his thrusts picked up the pace, you sounded so unsure of your moans until he encouraged you.
“go ahead princess. i want to hear you, every sound i get you to make. let me hear you” he cups your face giving you kisses in between his words. every thrust was meant with one of your pretty moans, the way your walls clenched around him felt glorious making his thrusts stutter.
“ryoooo” your drawn out breathless moan of his name caused his thrust to pause.
“baby, i’m trying to hold out” he groans looking into your eyes, before he continues thrusting into you.
“i’m close ryo” you whine throwing your head back into the pillow.
“go ahead, make a mess on my cock.” as his thrusts sped up, your walls clenched down around him. your back arched, your nipples brush against his chest as he wraps an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. bliss washes over you, your moan probably heard from outside the room. he buried his face in your neck groaning as he finished in you. staying in you for a moment before pulling out slowly when he’s softened makes you whimper a little at the emptiness. he rolls onto his back bringing you with him to rest you against his chest.
“thank you ryo” you kiss his chest looking up at him.
“anything for you baby” he kissed the top of your head lovingly. after moments of comfortable silence you broke it.
“so when do we get into the fucking?” you ask innocently making him bark out a laugh.
