your palm smacks! weakly at his stomach—. “fuckfuckfuck!—sukuna—slowww!!”
he snorts, grabbing your wrists in one hand, pinning them flat above your head. “slow? thought ya said you could take it?” his free hand comes to your jaw, palm squeezing your cheeks together until your lips pout. “so fuckin’ take it.”
your thighs tremble, heels digging holes in his lower back—desperately trying to ground yourself.
“quit movin’ your ass.” he mutters, his hips slamming up brutal, fat cock punching so deep it feels like you’re gonna split.
your breath stutters, hips bucking into him. “s-soooo ngh—deep..”
“yeah? no shit.” he laughs under his breath.
your wrists twist under his grip—trying to brace against the way he’s fucking you into the mattress, hips snapping into you hard enough to make the bedframe shudder.
you stare up at him through big bleary unfocused eyes, tears sticking to your pretty lashes. “k-kunaa.. hngh please? lemme catch my-”
“catch it while i’m still bein’ nice,” he grunts, hand sliding from your wrists to wrap around your throat—not choking, just enough to make your breath flutter.
he leans down, chest brushing yours, eyes tracing your cunt, drooling on the sheets and making your face burn. “pussy’s s’fuckin’ greedy—” he rasps, breath hitching as he watches his cock stretch you out.
his hips grind harder, sliding in deep, deliberate strokes, cock dragging over that spot that makes you keen. your stomach tightens, chest rising and falling so fast it hurts.
he yanks your hips flush against him, slick coated thumb pressing against your nub—rubbing quick little circles that elicit high-pitched moans from you. “awwh… look at that face,” he murmurs, smirk tugging at his lips. “gonna make such a mess for me, huh baby?” he coos.
“yesyesyes! s’much—pleaseeee!” you babble, drool slipping from your lips as your brain melts. moans spilling in time with the way he’s driving you closer to your high.
the tight knot in your tummy bursts, fat tears sliding down your face—as the rest of your body locks, muscles twitching and hips jerking—sharp pleasure tipping straight into overstimulation.
“ngh! n-no more—kunaa!” your mouth falls open, a ragged a whine escaping as you claw at the sheets, legs kicking in a weak, useless attempt to push him off—but his grip on your waist is iron.
he drags you back down, pounding straight through your orgasm. “uh-uh. c’mere, hah!—take this shit.” he tuts.
you don’t even have time to breathe before sukuna hisses low, a drawn-out groan slipping past his teeth. his cock pulses deep inside you, creamy ribbons spilling hot, flooding your cunt so full it runs over and pools on the sheets.
it’s not long before his hips start up again, each thrust dragging through your overstimulated cunt, the messy sound of him fucking you drowning out everything else, your fucked-out, twitchy body locked in place under him.
he grabs your jaw, forcing your face up. “nah… you wanted this, silly girl… we ain’t done ‘til i fuck you stupid.”
a/n | ive been soso sick this past week, sorry if its a lil rushed <\3
╰┈> summary: your obsessed with biting deans biceps.
dean had long since accepted that you were weird.
at first he’d catch you zoning out during research, your chin propped in your palm, eyes nowhere near the lore book in front of you- instead staring at his arms. specifically, whenever he rolled the sleeves of his flannel past his elbows.
dean leaned back in his chair trying—and failing—to hide the smug grin spreading across his face.
“sweetheart” he teased, “you got a thing for muscles?”
you buried your face in your hands with a groan. “…its embarrassing.”
“nah.” his grin widened. “kinda flattering.”
then it started as a joke the first time you grabbed his arm during a movie marathon, frowned thoughtfully before sinking your teeth into the solid curve of his bicep- the toned skin rough under your soft lips.
“ow- what the hell?” dean groaned looking at the noticeable marks of your teeth dug into his skin.
“you just look biteable!” you whined, nudging your cheek into his bicep.
“…seriously? no wonder the hounds love me..”
you nodded with complete sincerity before kissing the mark gently like you hadn’t just assaulted him…
…now it was just… a thing.
dean would be sprawled across the motel bed after a hunt, sleeves rolled up and exhausted. you’d wander over without a word, curl up against his side, wrap around his arm with both hands and bite. not hard enough to hurt—just enough to leave the faint crescent marks and kisses that disappeared by morning.
“there she goes.” dean would sigh dramatically. “my little vampire, always gotta have somethin in your mouth huh?”
you’d hum against his skin taking in his scent- taking in him and refusing to let go while he’d try to keep up the fake complaints.
“y’know normal girlfriends kiss their boyfriends…”
“i do kiss you!”
“you also gnaw on me.”
“it’s affectionate.” you sigh while dean rolls his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck.
“…yeah.” he’d mutter unable to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth- unable to hide how much he actually enjoys the feel of your lips all over him.
sum after the scourge virus devastates the vitrum empire the few survivors are assigned a mating partner in an attempt to rebuild the population. You’re paired with Nolan Grayson; He's a warrior accustomed to conquering worlds, but as you share a bed, he discovers a new frontier: the exquisite surrender of being conquered himself.
—warnings! viltrumites, smut, straddling, p in v, rough sêx, little to no foreplay, virgin Nolan, pússy whipped Nolan, brêeding, soft!sub Nolan, porn with little to no plot, unprotected séx, slightly ooc since this is porn but I kept it as canon as I could!
note couldn’t find enough fics of him so i took matters into my own hands
The Scourge virus tore through the Viltrumite empire, leaving only death in its wake.
Nolan was one of the lucky few who survived its horrors—though it did not come without cost.
What remained of the Viltrumites was reorganized with ruthless efficiency by the Grand Regent. Survival was no longer a matter of conquest, but of intercourse.
The empire announced a program meant to repopulate the world. Mating partners were assigned based on compatibility regardless of bonds or relationships.
All remaining Viltrumites were called to a meeting place where they would be given their partners. One by one couples left the meeting place to carry out their mission.
Eventually, Nolan’s name was called out and then the name of a woman he had never met—your name.
The two of you walked side by side to the room where your duty would be fulfilled. You both remained silent and the air between you hung with a heaviness so stark it seemed as if the two of you were marching into battle.
He had never met you.
You had never met him.
Though, just from a glance he could tell you were strong.
At least he wasn’t assigned a weakling.
When the both of you reached the room he swung the door open and stepped inside, you followed closely after.
The room was cold and bare holding only a large bed. It was clear the only purpose the space served was mating.
As soon as the door shut you began to undress, removing your uniform with careful movements—like you’d done this before.
He wasn’t familiar with mating rituals or bedding techniques, so for the first time in a while Nolan followed by example. He began to undress as well, stripping himself bare unashamedly.
Nolan didn’t look at bodies in a sexual manner, he only saw their strengths and limitations.
At least he did…until yours.
Your breasts, hips, thighs—it was as if they had awakened a dormant beast within him.
For the first time in his life he felt the strange sensation of his cheeks warming.
You noted the way his composure slipped for a moment and took it as an opportunity. Your finger dug into his chest and pushed.
Nolan’s eyes slightly widened when his back hit the mattress. Both of your arms were on either side of head now, your hips aligned with his—you’d pinned him beneath you.
He felt you everywhere now, felt every inch of your soft skin.
Like instinct his hands found your thighs, gripping them harshly as if they now belonged to him.
With each controlled roll of your hips the heat inside of him grew. His resolve which had once seemed tangible crumbled as the seconds passed.
Your hands wrapped themselves around his cock without a warning. He groaned and shut his eyes, you seemed content in taking the initiative throughout the process—and for some reason unbeknownst to him, he liked it.
You eyes swiped over him as you positioned your entrance over his cock, skillfully maneuvering him inside of you.
Tears welled in the corner of his eyes threatening to fall as he was moved further inside of your warm embrace.
You began to bounce against him rhythmically, your breasts slapping together. Your cunt felt wet and deliciously tight as it struggled to take him in.
He felt like he was going to implode. It was all too much too quickly.
Your hands wrapped softly around his throat as you leaned down, your mouth crashing down onto his. He parted his lips and let your tongue swipe across his.
His hands ran along your body squeezing harshly enough to leave bruises. He could have flipped you over and snatched the reins from you at any moment—but he didn’t want to.
He liked being pinned beneath you, being inside of your cunt and kissing you. His whole life he was forced to keep himself from being vulnerable, from losing control. Even if it was just for now, he wanted to let go, to know what it felt like—and it was even better than he could have imagined.
The room was filled with the lewd sounds of your bodies colliding. As you moved faster your cunt began to mold around his cock like if it were made for him and only him.
He was a groaning mess beneath you, sloppily thrusting upwards to match your movements—his cheeks flushed, eyes blurry, lips brushing desperately against yours. He wanted more, needed more.
He gripped your ass with one of his hands, forcing your body even closer.
You broke the kiss, a string of saliva dangled between you two for a few seconds. Nolan simply watched you as you sat up on his cock, your back no longer arched but straight.
Your gaze held a certain intensity as it wandered over his body. You continued rolling your hips against his as you ran you fingernails along his torso—as if you were admiring his toned muscles.
Nolan looked up at you through hooded eyes, he was close, he could feel it in the way the heat beneath his skin intensified. He could tell you were too when your body began to slump against his.
You pressed your lips back against his and the two of you moaned into each other’s mouths.
Your walls spasmed around him as you came, gripping his cock impossibly tighter.
That’s all it took to send Nolan over his own edge. He gripped your hips as he came, making sure every drop of his seed filled your cunt.
He’d waste no single drop —or risk failure.
He flipped you over in one swift motion, pinning you beneath him.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to mate again.
A/n first post on this acc kinda nervy—but my reqs are open! lmk what you guys want to see!
Can u pls do bull! Rafe x reader and cuck topper and kelce? They could be in the next room or Rafe facetiming them during it🫢
pov. rafe just loves having a hot girlfriend.
notes. this idea is so fun to me! thank you so very much for requesting this, i love how your head works. i finished this so fast, soon as i saw this request i was literally inspired #fastdelivery
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, foreplay, fingering, cussing, voyeurism, recording during sex, no proof read, teasing, praising, bonus at the end
you knew rafe’s friends wanted you. he made sure of that.
to rafe, his girlfriend wasn’t just a girlfriend, you were a trophy. a prize, something to parade, to claim, to flaunt. he loved showing you off at parties, his hand possessive on your waist, his smirk sharp whenever topper or kelce stared a second too long.
but, of course, rafe was never satisfied with just looking. he loved rubbing it in their faces. he spoiled them with little erotic glimpses of you.
like earlier, you were in the kitchen, bringing the boys fresh drinks in that tiny skirt he loved. you bent over the counter on purpose, the hem riding up just enough, the boys already looking.
rafe didn’t even hesitate. he stepped to the side of you but still being behind you, facing the boys, slowly pulling the skirt up over your ass with one rough hand, to tease, exposing your uncovered ass panties to the living room where topper and kelce were sitting.
“fuck, look at that,” rafe drawled, his palm smoothing over your bare skin, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “this is what you two idiots jerk off thinking about, right?” rafe taunted, looking over at the boys.
you smile, looking over your shoulder at the boys, biting your lip. your hips roll slowly, teasingly, before you stop and start shaking your ass side to side in that filthy little rhythm you knew drove them crazy.
the recoil made topper swallow. rafe chuckles, his palm stays on your ass, squeezing hard to leave a mark. rafe moves fully behind you, making the meeting of your ass against his dick still visible to them while he grinds his hardening cock against your ass.
“look at her,” rafe says, voice thick with arrogance as he stares straight at topper and kelce. “you two pathetic fucks wish this was yours, don’t you? bet you’re already getting hard just watching me play with my girl.” he laughed to himself.
topper shifts on the couch, eyes glued to the way rafe’s hand disappears under your skirt again, fingers slipping between your thighs to rub over your soaked panties. kelce’s face is flushed, jaw tight, but he doesn’t look away.
rafe smirks and moves to the side for them to see him tugging your panties to the side, exposing your glistening pussy to the room. two thick fingers drag slowly up your slit, spreading your wetness while he keeps you bent over the counter.
“fuck, she’s dripping,” he taunts, holding his shiny fingers up so they can see. “this pussy gets like this for me every single time. you think she’d ever get this wet for either of you losers?” he questioned.
he pushes his fingers back inside you without warning, curling them deep as his other hand keeps kneading your ass. you moan softly, pushing back against his hand, and rafe laughs, arousal coated in his tone.
“yeah, that’s it, baby. show them how good you look when i touch you.” he pumps his fingers faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “tell them who this pussy belongs to.” he commands, you gasp, voice shaky with pleasure, “it’s yours, rafe…”
he rewards you by slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, then soothing the sting with his palm while still fingering you.
“that’s right. mine. and you two get to sit there like the sad little losers you are, watching me play with what you’ll never have.” rafe teased.
the teasing didn’t stop there, it never does. rafe always takes it to another level, and his friends would be liars if they said they didn’t like how extreme he was.
rafe dragged you down the hall and into his bedroom, shutting the door hard but not locking it. he pushed you onto the bed on your back, crawling over you with that cocky smirk. his hands were everywhere, teasing you slowly like he wanted the boys in the living room to hear every single sound.
he kissed down your neck, one hand sliding up your skirt to rub your pussy over your soaked panties. “so fucking wet already, yeah?” he murmured against your skin, pressing two thick fingers against your clit and circling lazily. you whimpered, hips rolling up into his touch.
in the living room topper shifted on the couch, his ears open and hearing everything that was going on. kelce swallowed hard, leaning forward. the boy’s eyes meeting as they listened.
rafe pushed your top up, sucking on your tits while his fingers kept teasing your pussy, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back out. he loved making you squirm. “gonna stretch this tight little pussy on my cock,” he said loud enough for them to hear. “you want it?” he toyed.
you nodded and he played with your hair next, fingers threading through it gently at first, then gripping a handful and tugging your head back so he could look down at you. you moaned louder. he smiled and spit directly into your open mouth, watching you swallow it with hazy eyes.
“good girl,” he praised, finally pushing two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them while his thumb rubbed your clit. the wet sounds were loud and filthy.
topper looked away from kelce’s gaze, sighing out his nose to attempt to relax his body and the juices flowing.
kelce’s face was flushed.
rafe kept pumping his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you, all while still gripping your hair. “hear that, baby? they’re listening to every moan i pull out of you.” he added a third finger, making you cry out at the stretch. “feel how big my hand is? wait till you feel my cock.”
minutes later, still knuckle deep in your pussy and playing with your hair, rafe grabbed his phone and facetimed topper. topper answered, kelce right beside him, both of them staring at the screen.
rafe angled the camera down so they could see his fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. he spread you open with his fingers, showing them how wet and stretched you were.
“look at this shit,” rafe taunted, voice low and smug. he slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in deeper, making you moan loudly. “this pussy is mine. you two pathetic fucks just get to sit there and listen… or watch if you’re lucky.” rafe taunted.
he leaned down and spit into your mouth again while still fingering you, then tugged your hair so you arched for the camera. “tell them whose pussy this is, baby.” rafe coos. you gasped, voice shaky, “yours, rafe… only yours.” you moaned.
rafe laughed darkly, eyes locked on his friends’ humiliated faces.
rafe ended the call after teasing them a little longer, tossing the phone aside. he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were face down ass up on the bed. he gripped a handful of your hair, tugging your head back as he lined up his thick cock against your entrance.
“you ready for me, baby?” he asked, rubbing the fat head up and down your soaked slit, teasing you even more. you nodded desperately, pushing back against him.
he pushed in slowly, stretching you open. you gasped sharply, breathing heavy as the sheer size of him made your walls flutter and struggle. “rafe— fuck, you’re so big,” you whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets. “it’s too much… you’re splitting me open.” you squeal.
rafe groaned, pinning you down harder with one strong hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your upper body pressed into the mattress while your ass stayed up for him. “take this dick like a good girl.” he whispered to you, teasingly.
he kept pushing deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out. you were panting, trying to adjust to the stretch, but he didn’t give you long. he started fucking you in deep, steady strokes, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing through the room.
“oh my god— rafe it’s so fucking big,” you moaned loudly, voice breaking. “i can feel you in my stomach… please— give me more.” you beg.
rafe smirked, tightening his grip in your hair as he picked up speed, pounding into you harder. the headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. in the living room, topper and kelce could hear everything; your desperate moans, the filthy wet sounds, rafe’s low grunts.
topper muttered under his breath, and kelce was breathing hard, eyes fixed on the hallway.
rafe leaned over you, still pinning you down with one hand while the other reached around to rub your clit. he spit into your open mouth again when you turned your head, watching you swallow it with teary eyes. “beg for it louder, baby. let them hear how much you love my cock.” he said.
“please rafe! fuck me harder,” you cried out, tears starting to spill down your cheeks from how overwhelming it felt. the pleasure was too intense, his size hitting every spot perfectly. “i need it— you’re so deep, so big… i’m gonna cum—” your body shook as you cried harder, tears soaking the sheets while he kept railing you, never letting up. rafe groaned at the sight, tugging your hair tighter and spitting on your tongue one more time.
“that’s it, cry on my dick like a good little slut. this pussy was made for me. only me.” he possessively said.
rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly, his hand still pinning you down firmly between your shoulder blades while the other stayed tangled in your hair, tugging just right. every deep thrust made you feel impossibly full, his thick cock stretching you wide and hitting so deep it made your eyes roll back.
“rafe— fuck— it’s too big, you’re so deep,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure built unbearably. your whole body was shaking, pussy clenching around his massive dick. “i can’t— i’m gonna cum— please don’t stop—” you plead.
“cum on my cock then, baby,” rafe growled, spitting into your open mouth again as you moaned. you swallowed it desperately, crying harder from how good it felt. “let them hear what a real orgasm sounds like from you.”
your orgasm hit you like a wave. you screamed his name, body convulsing as your pussy gushed around him, walls fluttering and squeezing his thick length so tight. the tears wouldn’t stop, your breathing ragged and broken as you shook underneath him, completely lost in it.
“that’s my good girl,” rafe groaned, fucking you through it, the wet sounds even louder now. in the living room topper was gripping the couch cushion, face red. kelce looked wrecked, shifting uncomfortably because of how hard he was.
rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier, harder, his grip in your hair tightening as he chased his own release. “gonna fill this pussy up,” he panted, leaning down to spit on your tongue one last time. “take every drop like you always do.”
with a deep, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside you. he kept grinding slow and deep, making sure you took everything while you whimpered and twitched underneath him, still coming down from your own intense orgasm.
rafe finally slowed, breathing heavy, still buried inside you as he stroked your hair gently now. “good fucking girl” from the living room, the boys stayed quiet, both of them clearly affected by every sound they’d just heard.
notes. and yes you guys deserve a bonus to this, did the requester ask?? no. but ily
rafe was leaned back against the couch, legs spread wide in that cocky manspread, his thick thighs locking yours open so you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. you were sitting between his legs, back pressed to his chest, head tilted all the way back against his shoulder. one of his big hands was tangled gently in your hair, stroking and playing with it while the other was between your thighs, slowly playing with your soaked pussy.
his phone was propped up on the coffee table, recording everything in perfect view.
“that’s it, baby… just relax for me,” rafe murmured sweetly against your ear, voice low and affectionate as two thick fingers circled your clit lazily. “look how pretty you are like this. my good girl.” he adds.
you whimpered, hips twitching as he dipped his fingers lower and pushed them inside you. the stretch made you moan softly, squirming against his hold. his strong thighs kept your legs spread wide, completely exposed for the camera…for topper and kelce.
“shh, i know it feels big,” he cooed, kissing the side of your neck while slowly pumping his fingers deeper. “but you can take it, can’t you? this tight little pussy always takes what i give her.” he curled his fingers, rubbing that perfect spot inside you, and you cried out, body jerking.
rafe tightened his grip in your hair, not tugging hard, just holding you in place against his shoulder so the camera caught every expression on your face. he leaned in and spit gently into your open mouth, smiling when you swallowed it with a needy little moan.
“good girl,” he praised softly, fingers moving faster now, wet sounds filling the room. “you’re getting so close already, huh? i can feel you squeezing me.” he taunted. your breathing grew heavier, thighs trying to snap shut but unable to because of his manspreading legs pinning you open. “rafe— fuck, it’s too much—”
“i got you, baby,” he whispered tenderly, still playing with your hair while his fingers fucked you deeper. “cum for me. let it happen. i wanna see how pretty you look when you fall apart on my hand.” he continued.
your orgasm crashed over you hard. you squirmed and cried out, head pressing back against his shoulder as your pussy clenched and gushed around his thick fingers. tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, body shaking uncontrollably in his hold.
rafe kept his thighs locked tight around yours, holding you wide open for the camera the whole time. “there she is… such a good fucking girl cumming so pretty for me,” he murmured sweetly, slowing his fingers but not pulling them out, letting you ride it out while he stroked your hair gently. “that’s my baby.” he comments.
he kissed your temple softly as you came down, still recording every twitch and whimper. “gonna send this to the boys later,” he said with a quiet smirk, voice still warm against your ear. “let them see exactly how i take care of what’s mine.”
EDIT 12.04.26: Me making suggestive gifs and writing smut is not an invitation for unsolicited messages and comments acting like creepy men talking about your (aka a stranger's) genitalia, bodily fluids and your irl bedroom life or lack of (there is a difference between thirsting and being graphic + invasive). Results: you will be blocked + messages deleted..
Nanami's eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, heavy with exhaustion, as the dim glow of his computer screen reflected off the thin lenses of his glasses, now precariously perched at the tip of his long nose. His tie hung loosely around his neck, the once-neat knot undone and forgotten in the day's chaos. His fingers danced mechanically across the keyboard, the soft clicking sound filling the otherwise silent office, a monotonous rhythm that mirrored his fatigue.
He stole a glance at his wristwatch, the sleek silver hands inching closer to 11:45 pm. Time seemed to crawl, teasing him with its sluggish pace. His thoughts wandered—unbidden, yet welcome—to you. He missed the faint trace of your scent, the delicate floral note that lingered long after you’d gone. The memory of your touch haunted him, the gentle caress of your fingers brushing against his skin, leaving a warmth that his sterile cubicle office could never replicate. And then there was your pussy—a sweetness he craved more than anything, a memory that had become both his solace and torment.
Nanami’s hazel eyes shifted from the slow-moving hands of his wristwatch to the glint of the wedding band on his left hand. The faint light caught the polished metal, a quiet reminder of the day his life had changed forever. His mind drifted back to that moment, the memory as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.
He could still see the way your eyes welled up with tears, wide and shimmering like pools of starlight, as he lowered himself onto one knee. The small velvet box in his trembling hands had felt impossibly heavy, burdened with the weight of hope and love. Your gasp, soft and unguarded, echoed in his ears as he opened the box to reveal the delicate ring nestled within.
It was a decision he never doubted, not for a single moment in the five years that had followed. That day wasn’t just the day he proposed—it was the day he pledged his heart, his future, and every piece of himself to you. The memory was a warm balm against the cold monotony of his office, a tether pulling him back to the life and love waiting just beyond the clock’s relentless ticking.
After what felt like an eternity, the slender hands of his wristwatch finally aligned at 11:45. Relief washed over Nanami, replacing the sluggish weight of the day with a sudden, urgent energy. Without hesitation, he pushed back his chair, the legs scraping softly against the polished floor. Rising to his full height, he swiftly logged off his desktop, the screen flickering off like the end of a tiresome day.
He reached for his coat, draped over the back of his chair, and shrugged it on with practiced ease. The fabric still held the faint scent of you, a whisper of warmth and familiarity that spurred him forward. He didn’t linger—he couldn’t. Every second between him and you felt like an unnecessary delay.
The thought of your welcoming arms, your soft touch, and the way your smile could melt away the weight of the world made his steps quicken. He had to leave, to close the distance and return to where he truly belonged—to you.
Upon arriving home, Nanami paused at the edge of the driveway, his sharp eyes softening as they fell on the familiar figure of the stray cat lounging near the porch. The small creature perked up at his presence, its tail flicking with quiet anticipation. Despite his weariness, Nanami crouched down, retrieving the small bag of kibble he always kept in his coat pocket. He poured the food into a bowl near the steps, his fingers brushing lightly against the cat’s soft fur before rising again.
With that completed, he stepped inside, the soft click of the door behind him cutting off the chill of the night. He bent slightly as he untied his dress shoes, a slight stumble betraying his fatigue. Slipping them off, he set them neatly by the door before shrugging out of his coat, hanging it carefully on the nearby rack. His movements were deliberate, quiet, as if he feared disturbing the peace of the dimly lit house.
Nanami placed his keys down gently, the faint clink barely audible in the stillness, before making his way through the hallway. The soft glow of the bedroom beckoned him forward, each step bringing him closer to the sanctuary he craved. The air grew warmer, tinged with the subtle, familiar scent that reminded him of you. As he reached the door, his heart quickened in anticipation, the weight of the day slipping further from his shoulders.
As Nanami pushed the bedroom door open, the soft creak barely stirred the tranquil silence within. His eyes immediately found you, curled up beneath the warm covers, your breathing steady and deep in the peaceful rhythm of sleep. The faint glow from the bedside lamp bathed you in a golden hue, illuminating the serene expression on your face.
He approached quietly, each step careful and measured, as if afraid to disturb the fragile stillness of the moment. Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, his gaze softened as he leaned closer. With a tender hand, he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, revealing the delicate features he loved so dearly.
For a moment, he let himself admire you in the gentle light. His eyes lingered on the soft curve of your lashes resting against your cheeks, the natural pout of your plush lips that seemed to invite his touch even in sleep. His gaze wandered downward, tracing the graceful slope of your neck and the elegant dip of your collarbone. It lingered briefly at the valley of your cleavage, the softness of the swell made his mouth dry.
In that moment, the world outside faded entirely, leaving only the quiet breathing and Nanami's heavy breathing as he found himself growing hard, he needed to taste your sweetness and he felt terribly sorry for disturbing your sleep. But he needed to relieve some stress.
“Sweetheart, open your beautiful legs for me.. please..” Nanami urged breathlessly against the delicate skin of your inner thighs, gently gripping them apart and pulling you closer before burying his face into your slick pussy, not giving you time to fully wake up.
You were so fucking pretty moaning his name like a prayer. He has been eating you out for at least forty minutes, neglecting himself. He couldn't care less as he was addicted to the sight of you cumming again and again, taking more pleasure in knowing that he was the one making a beautiful mess of you without even fucking you.
“One more, darling.. I need to make you cum one more time.” He murmurs in a slurred daze against your pretty pussy, before spitting onto your sensitive nub, plunging his thick tongue inside you, his hazel eyes locked onto yours, full of love and desire. He looked like he would reach an orgasm just from tasting your sweet pussy.
✵ Pairings: Dragon!Sylus x Mate!Reader x FaeKing!Gojo
✵ Rating: Explicit (mdni) 18+
✵ Synopsis: The dragons and the fae have been at war for centuries. What happens when the sovereign dragon and the fae king find their mate in the same human?
✵ Content Warnings: f!reader, explicit sexual content, porn with a little plot, brief descriptions of violence, blood, piv, double penetration, 2 ps in 1 v, belly bulges, cream pies, squirting, praise, breeding kink, Sylus and Satoru arguing over who gets to knock reader up first, acotar typical mating dynamics, heavily based on acotar fae, set in the same universe as acotar
✵ WC: 7k
for @madamechrissy’s 2 year JJK crossover event
You wake up warm, so warm, nestled between two broad, muscular chests. Dawn light spills across your body, painting it in oranges and gold, along with the two distinctly male forms trapping you in. One heartbeat pounds steady against your back, and the other beats in counter-rhythm against your chest. This is contentment. Something you used to think you’d never be able to have.
If anybody had told you a year ago that your life would have turned out this way, you would have laughed in their faces. Mated? What a foreign faerie term. But you’ve come to love that word and the loaded meaning carried with it. Eight months ago, you were just a normal girl, living in your parents’ cottage—human, grateful to have survived as long as you had living amidst the war between the Eastern drakes and Rakuen, the fae island stronghold off the East coast of the continent.
The village you lived in was at the base of their sacred mountain, constantly under the threat of dragon fire and the side effects of violent faerie magic. You lost your father to the former as a child, and the aura of the latter caused innumerable harmful side effects to the whole village. It took your first love, a boy you can now barely recall—he was turned into a stag and took off into the woods, never to be seen or heard from again. Burning and rebuilding, burning and rebuilding, every day growing more hopeless and weary. From the time you were twelve, you have known how to thatch a roof. Your father was no longer around to do it, so someone had to.
The seemingly endless war had brought nothing but pain not only to its participants but also to everyone caught between them. Every day that passed, the battles only worsened and became more frequent. Of course, both sides seemed to forget that the dragons descended from the High Fae, that once upon a time they were cousins. The two races used to be closely related, though eons of evolution have separated them into distinct species. It’s no wonder that they hold the same mountain in sacred reverence.
You have plenty of reasons to despise the drakes and faerie-kind, though now you have two reasons not to. Two very good reasons.
It was the fae king you met first—Satoru Gojo—clear pale skin, eyes that seemed to contain the whole sky in them, delicately pointed ears, and slightly elongated canines. Just after yet another dragon attack, your family’s cottage burning under the white flames, he simply appeared out of nowhere, a blip of space distorting, and then he was there. Winnowing, they call it. From the instant you laid eyes on him, you understood him for what he was. It was impossible to miss. Not just fae, but High Fae. Ethereal, beautiful, and entirely lethal. A faerie could kill a human a thousand ways before they could even blink, and they have. There’s a reason human tales of the fae are always cautionary; faeries are predators, and humans are oft nothing more than prey to their kind.
To be truthful, you don’t remember much of the exchange except begging him to save your mother and sister, who were trapped inside. Your face was covered in soot and ash, simple wool dress scorched to bits, hair wild and untamed. No one else dared speak to the faerie, or even look him in the eyes. But you did.
“Anything! I will give you anything if you can find it in you to help them,” you cried, twin streams of hot, salty tears running down your cheeks. You had already lost your father. To lose your mother and sister as well would be a grief too much for you to carry.
“Anything?” He purred, leaning in close to you, the skies in those uncanny eyes swirling and shifting. “Do you swear it?” His expression was unreadable as he offered his hand to you. And the desperate, thoughtless girl that you were took it. Too naive to understand the magic that would bind you. Up close, you could see the points of his teeth. “Careful what sorts of promises you make to my kind little human,” he said. And then he rescued them, with a snap of his fingers. The fire was put out too, your childhood home restored, like the drakes never touched it. And after, he turned to you with a wide smile and said, “As for my reward, I’d like you to come live with me in Tenkū Toshi.”
With magic now bonding you, you had no choice. You were bound by its governance to live in the fae city at the summit of the sacred mountain. To your embarrassment, from the very beginning, they were calling you the king’s human bride.
At first, you didn’t love him. In fact, you despised him. The two of you fought constantly, but over time you learned that behind his arrogance, the flippant attitude many immortals have, the impulsiveness, and his revelry in the body and violence, he was also kind, funny, and utterly charming when he wanted to be. Not to mention fiercely loyal and protective.
He utterly spoiled you—from conjuring or purchasing anything your heart desired to humbling himself just to make you laugh to accompanying you down the mountain to visit your family whenever you so wished. Whatever skills you wanted to learn, whatever hobby happened to have your eye, he supported and funded. There have always been gifts for your mother and sister, both of whom he treats with respect. But what truly planted the seeds of your feelings was his vow to shield your village from the dragon raids going forward. You no longer had to live in fear of it being razed by ruby and white flames.
Maybe you were doomed from the start. He is your mate after all. Even unseen, unrealized, the bond was always there. It snapped into place the first time he fucked you. Deep and hard, on top of the dinner table you had just been arguing at. You can’t even recall what it was you were arguing about. However, you can’t forget how he made you come three times and then carried you off to his bed. You didn’t leave it for three days.
The memory makes you smile now. A treasure that you hold close to your heart, especially in these soft, quiet moments.
As if roused by your thoughts, Satoru stirs underneath you. His white lashes fanning across his flawless skin. No painting could ever truly capture his beauty, you think. It’s something to be experienced, rather than just seen with the eyes. The broad spread of his hand runs slowly down the soft skin of your side; the other blindly finds your tit, palming the plush flesh even barely awake. The King, you’ve learned many times, has no restraint whatsoever.
Last night was a demonstration of it. You’re still sore, your cunt aching and well used, your throat raw from Sylus’s cock. Even now, hours later, you’re still soaked from it, not to mention still full of their cum. Marks of passion—faint scratches, a few light bruises, hickeys, bite marks—litter your soft, tender skin. Beasts. Both of them. But if the two of them are beasts, then you are too.
Outside, Tenkū Toshi, the city of the skies, still sleeps. Usually, raucous and bustling, only the sound of the wind and the birds carrying their hymns through the white maze of buildings can be heard. The silence is peaceful, rather than unsettling. Rarely do the three of you get mornings like this: soft, quiet, gentle. Ruling two separate peoples takes up so much of your time, so every second is something precious.
Against your back, the other man finally stirs. You can feel puffs of his hot breath against your skin, his body running naturally hotter than yours due to the fire in his chest. His knee comes up, pressing between your thighs. The hard, thick shaft of his cock flush with the curve of your ass. Sylus, the other half of your heart, the other third of your soul. The end of his tail is curled possessively around your ankle, his wings whooshing every so often when they twitch in his sleep.
Satoru had to double the size of the bed to accommodate said wings. He might have complained about it the whole time, but he did it. No matter how much he dislikes something, he can never deny you.
The scent of Satoru’s skin, something crisp and refreshing, like citrus, early morning dew, and evergreens, is wreathed around you, a contrast to Sylus’s richer tones of bergamot and sandalwood. It smells like home.
It’s easy to love Tenkū Toshi with its open-air architecture, the pristine white walls often decorated in murals and vines, the music constantly flowing through from the heart of the city to its outermost walls, like lifeblood. Tenkū Toshi is known for its music, famed throughout the continent. Before the dragon raids worsened, fae and human alike travelled far and wide to hear the Hawthorne Troupe play. The first time you heard them play in the massive amphitheater in the city’s center, it was like having a spell cast over your heart, mind, and soul.
Letting out a sigh of contentment, your hand draws lazily up Satoru’s muscular chest. Sylus’s long, scaled tail tightens around you like he can sense your attention to Satoru, even though he's mostly asleep.
Your dragon came later. A few months into your living in Tenkū Toshi, just as you and Satoru were starting to find even footing and fresh new feelings started to take root in your heart, there was an attack—an assassination attempt. The dragon sovereign, Sylus, lord of the eastern skies and the dragons that ride them, broke into Satoru’s bedroom himself after letting loose his warriors on the gates of the city. A distraction, one that nearly cost your mate his life.
With you to protect, Satoru fought in a way you can only describe as feral. Blood and gore splattered the room. He even went so far as to injure the dragon’s wings to prevent any hope of escape. At the end, with the dragon lord lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, Satoru’s crystal dagger, infused with pure fae magick, held to his throat, it was almost sad. Sylus turned his head, just enough for you to catch the sad, empty look in those ruby eyes, and something called to you deep in your soul.
“Wait!” You screamed, just as the tip of the dagger nicked skin. At the time, you didn’t know why you stopped him. Every bone in your body told you that you could not allow Satoru to kill him; your heart wouldn’t stand for it. Understandably, the fae king was not very happy about it, but he respected your wishes, however irritated about it, which is all that mattered.
Over the next few weeks, you nursed Sylus back to health. Something deep in you compelled you to. It was wrong. He tried to kill your mate. Guilt weighed like a stone in your chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, couldn’t bring yourself to let go of the crimson-eyed, silver-haired fiend who looked at you with such longing that it made your heart ache.
Although he was confined to the dungeons, you entertained him by reading to him, showing him art, and playing music for him. In turn, he told you tales of his time in the skies, the sense of loss his kind feels over their constant roaming, how they long for a home to rest their wings. And one day, out of the blue, he just kissed you, kissed you breathless. Despite your guilt, despite your fear, you couldn’t stop kissing him back. That was when you discovered that you, the unimportant, average human, had two mates.
A single mate is rare and blessed enough, but to have two? That’s a cauldron-blessed gift from the goddess. Entirely unheard of. Especially for a human.
Your dragon and your fae king, whom you have grown to love equally and tenderly. It wasn’t an easy road to reach this point. At first, there was so much fighting, with both males constantly at each other’s throats. Satoru despised Sylus for trying to steal you, his most precious human, from him, and Sylus despised Satoru for not giving you up. They were always at each other’s throats and had no qualms about beating each other’s faces in.
It was tearing you apart. You could love them both, you could hate them both, but the one thing you absolutely could not do is choose between them.
After one particularly bad fight, you had to sit the two of them down and lay it all out. “If you two cannot coexist together, then I will be forced to leave both of you behind. My heart cannot bear to choose between you, so if that day comes, then I’d sooner you cut out my heart than foist that choice upon me,” you said calmly. “The two of you are immortal. Surely you learned something somewhat diplomatic in your hundreds of years alive. Use that. For my sake, for your peoples’ sake, and for your own sakes.” Although having those eyes, one pair crimson like crystallized blood, the other like the sky contained in two irises, was somewhat unnerving, you delivered your words without flinching.
As if they could ever hurt you anyway. It’s impossible. Mates cannot harm each other, even before the bond is fully formed.
Things changed for the better after that. While they didn’t exactly like each other, and you doubted they truly would, they became cordial and respectful to one another. That’s just about all you could ask for. Peace has finally come to Rakuen, for human, faerie, and dragon alike. It took some doing and many, many treaty negotiations, most of which you mediated, but there is peace. All because the goddess saw fit to bless you with two mates.
And now you’re here. Smashed between them, half on top of Satoru, and Sylus half on top of you. In these quiet moments, with the sun breaking through your window, the birds singing their songs throughout the city. Beneath you, Satoru is completely and utterly naked. The fae aren’t exactly shy about nudity, so it’s not out of the ordinary for the wild creatures that they are. But Sylus is naked too, which is out of the ordinary. Dragons have more sensibilities than the fae, attracted to beauty and delicate things, an irony of the fierce creatures. You, somehow, are the only one with anything on, though you’re sure that’s not going to last long once the two of them fully awaken.
A delicate silk nightdress, trimmed in lace. Something Sylus had bought you the other day, imported from Velaris. He paid an arm and a leg for it, but it truly was very beautiful. The material felt like some light, airy liquid against your skin, the material like shimmering starlight. Even Satoru had begrudgingly thanked your dragon for the purchase; that’s how well the delicate little piece suited you.
You’re surprised it lasted the night, honestly.
Sylus lets out a long sigh and shifts, his knee grinding slightly against your clothed pussy. Slowly, you tilt your head, trying to get a look at him, but you can’t without moving and disturbing both of them. Is he really asleep or just faking? It’s hard to tell with him sometimes. He can keep up the pretense remarkably well when he’s not keen on being disturbed. But because you’re incapable of restraint with them, you can’t help but grind back against his knee, hissing quietly at the friction.
You feel the rumble against your back before the sound of the sleepy chuckle reaches your ears. On a good day, Sylus’s voice is low and slightly raspy. In the mornings, though, the sound is rough in a way that makes you want to sit on his face. “Mmm, don’t tell me my cute little kitten is all needy this morning. Did we not satisfy you yesterday?” He murmurs against your skin, tongue darting out to drag against you. A large hand slides around your body, dragging slowly over the beautiful silk of your night dress, to find the soft flesh of your other breast, fingers sinking in, iron claws poking out to just pierce the soft fabric and brush against your skin, before they retract and it’s his warm calloused hands, squeezing and kneading.
“What if I say no?” You gasp as his knee grinds against your pussy again, making your wells clench around nothing.
Satoru’s hand twitches around your tit, his leg bending at the knee, trapping you in between them completely, and he lets out a soft grunt. With the shift in positions, his hard cock presses against your thigh. Your hand slides up his chest, feeling the densely packed, lean muscle. “Then you’d be a liar,” he says, beating Sylus to the punch.
“She’s not a liar.” A large wing shoots into the air and bends to cocoon you all in. “She’s just greedy.” Reaching out, you drag a finger along the thin, soft membrane. The drawn-out groan and full-body shudder make your thighs damp with need. Wings are such sensitive things.
Satoru’s answering hum is accompanied by his long fingers pinching the peak of your breast. You hiss from between your teeth, “Can’t complain. Both of us love greedy, don’t we?” He squeezes your nipple a little harder and gives it a slight twist, grinding his cock against the plush of your thigh.
You can feel Sylus’s small smile against your back before he says, “I’d say it’s one of the few things we can agree on.” His fingers, slimmer but just a touch longer than Satoru’s, squeeze your tit over the silky fabric of your nightgown. Flicking your nipple, he follows it up with a sharp pinch, rougher than the other male. “When it comes to what you want, kitten, be as greedy as you’d like. We’ll support you,” Sylus purrs, nuzzling against the back of your neck, scraping his teeth over your soft skin.
Heat pools low in your gut, the space between your thighs growing wetter and wetter with each little ministration. There’s an ache deep in your cunt, one that could only ever be truly satisfied by your mates. Sylus’s teeth graze over your neck, pausing at the silvery scars left behind by Satoru’s canines from the first time he fucked you stupid, when you found out you were his mate. Sylus grinds his knee into you again, and you can’t stop the whimper from slipping out of your lips.
“Hah, no matter what? Even if I want all of your heart and soul, your riches, and possessions?” You counter, arching as Satoru tugs gently on your nipple.
“Especially then,” Sylus returns, voice rough and dark. Then, his teeth dig hard into the soft skin of your shoulder, making you cry out. He chuckles, his tongue laving over the area, soothing the sting. There’s going to be a mark there.
Satoru smirks beneath you, grinding his cock shamelessly against your thigh. “Be greedier with us, princess,” Satoru encourages, a look of pure mischief on his face, such a fae expression. Those swirling opal sky eyes lock onto you, and you can’t help but get pulled in by them. “Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you,” he says, the seriousness in his tone and his expression making that heat in your gut burn a little hotter.
“Want you inside me,” you breathe, not even sure yourself which of them you’re referring to. Satoru? Sylus? Both of them?
Sylus chuckles, nuzzling against your neck again. “Yes, but which one, kitten?”The hand not toying with your nipple slides down to the hem of your little silken night dress. “Do you want me…” he drags that word out, grinding his cock against you, rutting against your skin like an animal. His voice darkens a few shades as he adds, “Or him?” A nip at the shell of your ear, another to the sensitive curve of your shoulders.
“Or both?” Satoru suggests cheekily, reaching up to brush his fingers gently over your cheek. Your skin turns warm and pink under his touch, not from the sensation, but from the rough, wanting cadence of his voice.
Your mouth practically waters. “Both,” you breathe out. “Need you. Now.” Will the craving for them ever stop? Will this hunger ever fade? You hope not.
Satoru laughs and drags you up to crash his mouth into yours. Even in the mornings, he tastes good, like honey. His mouth moves against yours, claiming you deeply and thoroughly, tongue swiping against your lower lip. When your mouth parts for him like a flower opening in the spring, he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage, plunging his tongue inside and swirling it to tangle with yours and taste you fully.
You moan into the kiss, your body shuddering, especially when one of Sylus’s hands pushes up the hem of the night dress to reveal the bare curve of your ass. Lashes fluttering closed, you melt into it. The heat in your gut depends as the slickness between your thighs doubles, just barely starting to leak down your thighs. His tail, still coiled around your ankle, tugs your legs apart, revealing your soaked folds to him fully.
“Fuck, look at you, kitten, so soaked for us,” Sylus growls out, one of his fingers slides down to brush your clit, then drags upward to circle your entrance, making your hips jerk. When his fingers pull away, only for you to hear a slurp behind you, you know Sylus is cleaning his fingers of you with his mouth.
Satoru’s cock twitches beneath you in anticipation, hard and thick, pressed against your stomach. “No fair,” he pouts, looking over your shoulder, “Let me have a taste.”
With a chuckle, Sylus’s hand drifts down, a damp, singular finger circling your entrance again before diving inside. There’s no warning, but you can take just one finger, especially after how they stretched you out last night, trading off between your greedy cunt and your mouth. He curls that finger toward your belly, making you cry out as the calloused pad scrapes over that spot that makes your toes curl, forcing a little cry from your lips. That finger curls again and again, your slick soaking it from how needy you are.
When he withdraws with a filthy, wet sound, you let out the neediest little whine. But Sylus just leans over and pushes his finger roughly into Satoru’s mouth. The fae male eagerly sucks your taste from Sylus’s skin, groaning as he swallows, his throat bobbing. When Sylus pulls his finger out, Satoru’s tongue swipes over his lips, collecting any stray drops of your slick. “Delicious,” Satoru lets out.
Behind you, Sylus shifts, grabbing your hips at the same time to pull over Satoru completely, manhandling you into straddling your fae king. “Think she can really handle us both?” Sylus asks with a heady chuckle, the heavy, thick length of his cock tapping impatiently against your ass.
Both of your mates have perfect anatomy in your humble opinion, though different. Sylus is thick, thicker than any cock you’ve seen before, but that’s not saying much as you haven’t seen many. Plus, it’s hardly fair to compare fae cock to human cock. Being a dragon, he has a broader tip, perfect for stretching you out even in your deepest reaches. Not to mention the jagged, angry veins wrapping around his shaft, a particularly thick one running up the underside. Satoru isn’t quite as girthy as Sylus, but he makes up for it by his sheer length and the slight curve that makes him naturally stroke against that soft spongy spot in your walls, the spot that’s made you soak him more than once.
“Tch. Our mate can handle anything we throw at her,” Satoru says like it’s a challenge, reaching up to grab your jaw, “Can’t you, pretty girl?”
You nod eagerly, not caring about the consequences. Maybe if that ache deep in your cunt wasn’t there, you would think it through a little more, see how it might be a bit above your body’s limits, but that need overwrites every logical thought your mind tries to conjure. “I can take it,” you gasp out as Sylus slaps his cock against your pussy, making your hips jump in response. “Please?”
Satoru chuckles, lifting his hips enough to grind his leaking tip against your entrance. Your nails dig into the firm flesh of his chest. “You beg so pretty for us, my sweet,” he purrs, reaching out to pinch one of your nipples. “How could we ever deny you?”
“We’d be failures as mates,” Sylus adds, dragging a hand down your spine before smacking his palm hard against your ass cheek. The sound rings through the room and stings against your soft, plush flesh. It’s immediately followed up by a squeeze, Sylus grabbing a handful, fingers digging in just because he can. His tail slides up your calves before wrenching your legs open wider for him. His hand finds your entrance again, and he whispers roughly, “You want me here?” A pause as his fingers slide up to circle your puckered unused hole, “Or here?”
Fuck. How are you ever supposed to choose? It’s like trying to choose between the two of them.
“Or, we could both squeeze in here?” Satoru adds, lifting his hips to grind his tip against your weeping entrance.
Your cunt practically oozes slick at the thought, walls clenching around nothing. It has you pausing and blinking as you stare into his sky eyes. Both of them in one hole? They’d never fucking fit. But still … you can’t deny the tremor it sends down your spine.
Sylus groans, “Fuck, you should see this, her little hole is squeezing around nothing.” He smacks your pussy this time, the sting making you moan and jerk your hips at the same time. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, kitten? Both of us stretching out your tight cunt at once? Hmm? Say it for us, darling. Say it, and we’ll give you anything you ask for.” The tip of his tail draws tantalizing circles and patterns up and down the soft skin of your calf.
You whine as Satoru reaches between you to brush his thumb over your clit. His skin is softer than Sylus’s, less calloused, but no less skilled. He circles that needy little nub, not quite touching, but brushing enough to make that ache in your cunt double in intensity. “Fuck, yes, both of you,” you manage to get out while trying to grind shamelessly against Satoru’s fingers.
Both men chuckle this time, the dark rumbles harmonizing. “Greedy little thing,” Sylus purrs, his hands gripping your thighs until the muscles in your legs are taut and you’re wide open for him. “You first,” he murmurs to Satoru.
Your fae king needs no further invitation; he notches the tip of his cock at your entrance, one hand finding your hip to hold you steady. Slowly, inch by glorious inch, he sinks into you, filling you completely. As he slides home, a ragged moan tears from your lips in tandem with a groan drawn from his chest.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweet girl, take me,” Satoru bites out, long white lashes fluttering.
The bond between you tightens and crackles like a strangle of lightning tying together your minds and souls. He lets you adjust and stretches you out even more with slow, gentle, small rolls of his hips. The hand between your thighs keeps skating around your needy clit in gentle, steady circles, but fuck, you want more. Your own hips rock, grinding his tip against your cervix in a way that makes your head tip back, makes you moan.
“Ride him,” Sylus orders, leaning over you to pepper kisses over your shoulder, and when he bites down, your hips jerk automatically. It pulls a moan from both you and Satoru in one fell swoop.
You rock your hips, grinding down on Satoru’s cock, feeling it in your deepest trenches. “Fuck, so deep,” you let out, your hips moving in slow, tantalizing motions. Finally, Satoru’s thumb brushes over your twitchy clit, which has your back arching, another moan tumbling out of you.
Finally, Sylus’s teeth release you, and he murmurs, “No, you misunderstand. If you’re going to do something, then commit to it. Ride him like you mean it.” His fingers thread through your hair, roughly tugging you back for a kiss. His mouth crashes into yours, tongue sliding into your mouth without any askance. You can taste yourself on his lips.
That’s a challenge if you’ve ever heard one. You can’t help but rise to it. The snap and roll of your hips has Satoru whining and whimpering beneath you, the scrape of the velvety head of his cock against that spot inside you that makes you see stars has your cunt dripping, leaking down your thighs, dripping onto his pelvis. The dual sensation of Satoru’s thumb working your clit and his cock splitting you open has your thighs trembling on either side of him. That familiar tension starts building low in your gut, your walls tensing up. With his hand on your hip, he helps guide you, makes the glide a little easier as you bounce up and down on his cock.
But before you can get any closer to the brink of that pleasure abyss, Sylus’s hand grips your other hip to hold you still. That’s when you feel the broad head of his cock nudging at where you’re squeezing Satoru so exquisitely. Your toes curl in anticipation, walls fluttering around Satoru’s shaft.
“Easy, kitten,” Sylus murmurs, smearing his leaking tip in your abundant slick. “You’re so wet for us, pretty,” he adds. Once his shaft is nicely soaked in your wetness, he drags it back up to your entrance again.
“Be gentle,” Satoru hisses through his teeth when he feels you tense, your walls clamping briefly around him.
“Gentle?” Sylus purrs, pushing forward just the slightest bit. The intense pressure and the burn have you gasping, tears welling in your eyes. “Is that what you want, kitten?” Another little push, another half inch in.
A whimper leaves your lips. Your breath comes in heavy pants, eyes watering at the sting of being stretched so fucking much. Thighs trembling, you try to get a grip on yourself, but all your thoughts are scattering like feathers on the breeze. Being the stubborn little brat you are, though, you shake your head at Sylus’s question. It’s the truth anyway. Sure, gentle is nice from time to time, sweet and tender, but times like this you just want to fucked into next week. Your nails bite into Satoru’s warm flesh, crescent moans forming where they dig in.
“Hmm, that’s what I thought,” he grunts as he eases in just a little more. His hand sweeps soothingly down your back, “You’re doing so good for us, taking us both. A little more, pretty. You can do it.”
“Fuuuuuck,” Satoru groans out beneath you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “So fucking tight.” The hand between your thighs falters, just for a second, before picking up the pace again, this time rolling his thumb right over your sensitive nub.
You gasp, blinking away the tears in your eyes. All you can do is sit there and take it as Sylus eases in bit by bit over the course of what feels like forever. Every time you tense and squeeze, he has to pause and coax you back into relaxing with sweet nothings and gentle kisses. You swear you’ve never felt so full in your life, and when you look down, there’s a big bulge in your belly from where they’re both being squeezed so tightly by you. Once he’s finally seated all the way inside you, all three of you remain completely and utterly still.
“Look at that,” Satoru breathes reverently, his sky eyes darkening as he looks down at the swell, where your body stretches to accommodate them. “So fucking full of us. God, you’re so pretty. So perfect.” His hips twitch up just a little, drawing hisses from all three of you.
Sylus’s hand in your hair tightens, and he bites out, “Don’t fucking move you, fae bastard.”
“Hah, like I really could,” Satoru counters.
“Stop arguing and fuck me,” you cut in, your tone demanding and bratty, but how can you help it? You’re oozing slick, dripping from where both cocks are shoved up inside you, thighs shaking, cunt aching, stretched to your absolute limits. And they want to sit there and chat while you’re in this state? Idiots.
“As you wish,” Sylus purrs, pulling back slightly only to shove all the way back in. His cock drags along your inner walls, against Satoru’s flushed, leaky shaft where it’s buried right next to his. Both you and your fae bastard let out a moan. You carve your nails down Satoru’s chest, leaving red streaks in their wake, digging in hard at the end.
“That’s it, princess,” Satoru coos, “If you need to hold onto something, need to mark something up, you can use me. Good girl.”
Giving a tsk, Sylus mutters, “You spoil her.” But the gentle hold he has on one hip and the way his other hand rubs soothing circles into your back betrays him.
Sylus pulls back a little more this time and then slides back home. With each pump of his cock, the burn fades a little more, replaced by overwhelming pleasure. You can see him moving in you, the swell in your belly shifting every time he slides out, then pushes back in. When he’s all the way in, he grinds the tip of his cock as deep as it will go, giving you that delicious friction, which has you moaning and arching wantonly for him.
“Spoil her? Please,” Satoru grunts out, his fingers curling into your other hip while his free hand circles and then flicks your clit. “If I spoil her, it’s because she deserves it.” He leans up to brush his nose with yours, then capture your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you fully, dancing with yours.
“Ah, Satoru,” you let out when he breaks the kiss, your soaked, tacky walls pulsing around them. Both men let out simultaneous groans and Sylus’s hips jerk forward hard until they’re flush against your ass. “Sylus. Feels so good. Please. Harder,” you beg, the tears streaking down your cheeks, dripping onto Satoru’s chest.
“Fuck, cryin’ for us and begging for more,” Satoru laughs breathlessly when he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva stretching between your mouths, those crystalline sky eyes glazing over.
Sylus sets a strong, easy rhythm, ploughing into your tight cunt like he’s determined to make sure you feel it in your heart and soul. The sounds of pleasure ring loud and filthy through the room, the wet squelch of sylus fucking into you, your high, needy moans, Satoru’s grunts and whines. The way Sylus’s cock strokes your walls, pushes and pulls at your insides, against Satoru’s length has you writhing between them.
Maybe this is paradise. Having your two mates stretching you out as much as your body can possibly take, the heat between you, the flex of Sylus’s hips, the flutter of Satoru’s sweeping white lashes. So much pressure, so much pleasure. Your thoughts start to fracture into dust until the only things you know are their names. Sylus, Satoru. Satoru, Sylus. Your mates. Yours. No one else’s. These two gorgeous, strong males belong wholly, completely to you.
Your walls clench around them, and Satoru’s face screws up in pleasure. “Keep doing that, princess, and I’m gonna fill you with my cum right fucking now,” he bites out, his hips twitching slightly, cock drooling pre into your warm, waiting pussy.
“No,” Sylus grunts out sharply. “She comes first.” He says it like it’s a necessity, like it’s an immutable fact of life. The hand on your back moves to cup your tit, pinching and tugging your pert, stiff little nipples. The darkness in his tone when he adds, “If you come before her, I’ll take you outside after and make you regret it.”
“Tch. And I’m the one who spoils her here,” Satoru breathes. But at the same time, the way his fingers work over your clit becomes frantic, feverish. “I’ll take that risk. At least if I fill her up first, I have a better chance of seeing her round with my baby first, too. I’ll take a beating for that.”
Sylus’s thrusts falter, and he freezes for less than a second. A growl rips from his throat, and you can’t even prepare yourself before he’s sliding almost all the way out and then slamming back in. The jolt of his tip bumping your cervix has you crying out, nails clawing into Satoru’s skin. “If anyone is putting their baby in her, it’s going to be me,” Sylus snarls at last as he finds his rhythm again with another mean fucking stroke.
“What do you think, kitten? Who should cum first? Whose little one would rather carry first?” Sylus coos.
“I-I—“ you can’t even get the words out, can’t even form a proper sentence. It doesn’t matter anyway. You could never choose. Never. “Both. Please. Fuck.” The words burst from you in quick succession.
“Good answer,” Sylus grunts, slamming his cock into you with ease now that you’re nice and stretched out on them. “Very, ah, diplomatic.”
Satoru’s mistake was in provoking him. Your cunt squelches sopping as Sylus’s hips piston against your ass, his hand coming down to smack the soft flesh again with a crack. That tension starts to tighten down in your guts again, the remnants of your thoughts scattering to the winds of pleasure mounting within you.
“Gonna fill you up with our cum,” Satoru gasps, hips twitching up. “Gonna be up to your pretty body which one of us gets to have you all swollen first. That what you want?” The pad of his thumb rolls frantically back and forth over your swollen clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Goddess, yes, please,” you cry out, lower lip trembling, thighs shaking. “Want it so bad.”
It’s the little pinch to your aching clit that pushes you over the edge. Your hips jerk sharply, walls spasming, tightening, around their hard cocks. Pleasure shoots through you, radiating from your center but rolling through you in sparkling waves of complete bliss. You come so hard that your vision darkens at the edges and your hearing rings in your ears. Satoru doesn’t stop, though.
He’s staring up at you with an intense, eternal hunger in those eyes that contain the skies in them, like he could live off gorging himself on you. His thumb keeps rubbing rough circles across your oversensitive clit until you’re whining, whimpering, and being yanked into another orgasm.
Between the pressure of having them both squeezed inside you and Satoru’s fingers, your body convulses, a flood of slick running down your thighs, soaking Satoru, the bed, the sheets. You’re screaming, or it might be moaning; you’re not even sure anymore. There are no thoughts in your head. All you feel is overwhelming bliss.
Sylus’s thrusts become harder, sloppier, the rhythm breaking down into pure, unadulterated need. His fingers on your hip tighten hard enough to bruise. The two of them work you through both orgasms, your body feeling so heavy and so light all at once.
Satoru is the first to follow when you drip all over him. He groans, his teeth sinking into the plush of his lower lip, as his cock twitches inside you over and over. Hot, sticky bursts of cum paint your insides white as your walls milk him with the last dregs of your release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the string of curses that falls from Satoru’s lips is interspersed with gasps of your name. “Ah, that’s it, good girl, take it. Every drop. Put a baby in you.” The words are choked out and nearly unintelligible, his praise overshadowed by the sounds of pleasure ripped from his lips.
Seconds later, Sylus tips over the edge as well. “Fuck. Gonna have mine first, right, kitten?” He grunts as he shoves his cock as deep in you as it will go, until his tip is pressed right up against your cervix and spills warm, thick strands of cum over and over. There’s a whoosh of air as his wings flair, the shadow of them blocking out the sunlight pouring in through the window. You can feel his legs and arms trembling as he fights to keep himself up, fights to keep from collapsing on top of you.
The three of you stay like that as seconds tick by, then a full minute, then two. All of you are trying to catch your breath and piece together your minds. Eventually, Sylus pulls out with wet schlep, and you immediately feel their spend start leaking down your thighs.
Sylus doesn’t stand for that. No, he uses his fingers to scoop up everything that’s leaked out and shoves it back inside you, curling them in you one last time for good measure. Then he collapses down beside you.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever …” he breathes out, still trying to catch his breath.
“Me neither,” Satoru murmurs when he doesn’t finish his sentence.
Slowly, Satoru eases you off him and rolls you between them. All of you have responsibilities to tend to, but none of you are in a hurry to leave this bed any time soon. Sylus’s hand strokes down your tummy, over your thigh, and his tail curls possessively around your ankle again.
“You’re ours,” Satoru says, voice low and soft.
“And we’re never letting you go,” is Sylus’s dark, rough reply.
You really couldn’t have asked for better mates. Settling into the warmth between them, you thank the goddess for these quiet, beautiful moments.
A/N: I had such a fun time writing this and am so glad I got to participate. TY for reading and I hope you all enjoy. TY Madamechrissy for letting me participate and happy 2 years! Comments and reblogs are especially appreciated. XO
