Every time I put out some other work, now matter what, my brain always going back to " So what can I write about Toji /Sukuna next?" lmao. They just my easiest and favs to write sue me
Kento was the first one to notice it. There was a sweet scent in the air.
There was no candle or incense burning. No air freshener was sprayed. Not even a plug-in. He couldn’t figure it out as he made his morning coffee. His one roommate wasn’t home from his night job yet, and the other was still asleep in their room. Even the freshly roasted coffee beans couldn’t knock the scent out of his nose.
It was Saturday morning. Kento usually took his time on days off like today, making breakfast while sipping his coffee and watching one of the TV shows he missed during the week in the living room. A morning ritual he’s been able to keep even when you and Renji were around. Even though Kento could still do it now, the new addition was this scent that made it uncomfortable to sit and focus. He felt antsy, and Kento had better control over himself than this. So today shouldn’t have been different. The only thing that it had to be was that damn scent.
He heard the locks move around before Kento heard the door open and close. He was already looking at the man’s back, mug in hand, as Renji dropped off his keys. When the redhead turned around, Kento watched his face shift for a split second. A deep inhale and exhale with a shake of his head, “ Did you spray something?” Renji asked, eyes looking at him. Kento took a sip of his mug before placing it back on the coffee table. “ No, but I’ve been smelling it since I woke up this morning.”
“ Was it here last night when I left?”
“ If it was, I was asleep.”
Renji huffed, mumbling something about his head as he was heading off to the bathroom, wanting to shower after a long shift. He was too distracted by the sudden candied smell to know that you were already inside.
You kept staring at the empty pill bottle, upset that your prescriptions got delayed, and now you were on day 3 without your suppressants. Never did you think everyone’s warnings and precautions would ring true. Living unmated with not one, but two alphas was like throwing raw meat into the lion's den. But they just weren’t some random men that you didn’t know. These were long-term friends. Both Renji and Kento have seen the good, the bad, and everything in between, and vice versa.
They were supposed to just be good friends to you, no matter the fleeting looks you would give them around the flat. Renji’s tattoos are always on full display when he’s off and home. Kento has always been the sweetest, guiding you out of the way by your waist or lower back so he can pass by. Renji teases you just to get under your skin. Kento bringing you one of your favorite pastries from the bakery you both like.
But now, with the suppressants wearing off, you realize just how strong their scents were. You’ve been living in the flat long enough for their scents to be deeply embedded in the walls and shared spaces.
Even the bathroom had smothered your senses with them both, hating how your thighs pressed together. “ How much longer do I have to wait?” You asked yourself quietly, not hearing the footsteps to the door. Renji opened the bathroom door and was just as shocked to see you there. “ Oh my bad. I'll wait.” Renji was already stepping out as you were stuffing the jar in your hoodie pocket. “ It’s fine. I was just leaving.”
Your eyes stayed low, afraid to look in his face when his scent was now strong and fresh. You walked past him, shoulders brushing against one another as you tried to head to your room. That’s when the scent hit Renji’s nose again. Sweet and oh so delectable. He almost purred, but it made his eyes stare at your figure. He shook his head, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door before looking down. “ The hell?” The sudden erection confused him, even as he stripped out of his clothes and turned on the shower.
Kento almost missed you, catching you slipping back into your room. “ I made some breakfast for you and put it on the side.” You almost jumped at his voice, slowly turning and mustering up a smile. “ I’ll eat soon, I promise. I haven't had much of an appetite.” You tell him and see the small knit in his brows and the frown on his lips. He instantly walked closer, one hand grabbing your wrist gently to pull you in while the other pressed against your forehead. “ Are you feeling ill? Is that why you’ve been sleeping in?”
Kento’s scent was different from Renji’s. His scent lulled you in, making you lean on the softness of his palm. You wanted to speak and say something. Tell the man that you were fine and just tired. But when he leaned into your space to eye your face, you were on edge. His scent was stronger, probably because of his concern for you. “ At least, let’s get you some tea.” He spoke again, taking your silence as an answer. You're usually up and yapping away to either of them. Sleeping close to noon and silent? Something’s wrong.
A gentle tug pulls you away from your room, your only safety net. Now you were getting swarmed with their scents again in the shared space, legs barely moving correctly. Kento’s head shook, smelling the sweet scent again as he searched for a tea you would drink. He didn’t even realize he was still holding your hand as his back was towards you, facing the cabinets. “ What symptoms are you having?” Kento asked, while your head started spinning. You still couldn’t answer, like a lump was in your throat and made it hard to speak. Breathing was more of a strain, as all your body could do was be forced to smell your friends' scents. Finally, you notice just how delicious their scents could be.
Kento felt your face pressed against his back. He was going to speak when he heard you inhale and sigh. He simply froze, unsure what to do as your nose pressed further. “ I’m sorry.” You mumbled, feeling your thighs press tighter to stop yourself.
This is bad. You have to move away from him, or you’ll embarrass yourself even more. You pushed off of him, his grip loose from your sudden actions as you tried to leave the kitchen. Your legs are much weaker than before, probably from the deep inhale of Kento’s scent that you took. The blonde couldn’t ignore it now. The tooth-rotting sweet scent that was driving him crazy trailed from you in waves. His throat grew a bit parched as he followed you, legs catching up to you in a few strides. Kento’s hand reached for you again, pulling you back to face him.
The words caught in his throat as he stared at you, the sugary scent fogging his mind, “ Your suppressants?” Kento’s voice shouldn’t have done damage to your body as it did, praying he couldn’t smell it. You can’t continue to live together if he can smell how badly he is affecting your senses. But that was a feeble thought when Kento smelt it the second it happened, and he swallowed a sudden growl that bubbled in his chest. He’s usually in so much control, yet his handle on it seems frail this morning.
“ Sorry. They were delayed, and I ran out.” Your tone almost sounds pained. The longer you stood in Kento’s scent without any action to follow, an ache bloomed in your belly. Your hands grabbed at his forearms, and your head hung low. “ Never realized how good you two smell--” You silenced yourself, pushing yourself away from him. “ Just let me isolate myself until it gets here.” Your back was turned to him, hoping to just walk away and call it that. That’s what you both were expecting to happen.
But Kento’s body wouldn’t let that happen.
You quickly found yourself caged in by your supposed friend, feeling the heat radiate off his body against your back. The only thought filling in the silence was the shower from their other roommate and friend. Kento still didn’t know what he was doing as he leaned down into your space. His nose pressed right into the exposed part of your throat, and he gave a deep inhale. A stupid mistake. The smell goes straight below the belt, groaning into your skin. You couldn’t move. You didn’t want to move, and your body wouldn’t allow it either. You actually turned your head to let him sniff more. A hand had gone to steady you at your waist, pressing more into the scent as Kento sandwiched you between him and the wall.
Your hips pushed back, pressing into his front, and you heard the low growl leave his lips. He pressed you closer to the wall, his hips grinding against you for a split second before he gathered himself. You were his friend. Even if you weren’t, he always had better self-control. But your hips wouldn’t stop moving, rolling back into him to feel what you just felt before.
Your brain couldn’t care about your dignity at this point, not when your omega was melting at your first bit of action in years. The suppressants nearly made you weaker than a beta, never experiencing heats or symptoms with them as an omega. So after being off of them for the first time in forever, your body was sensitive to it all. “ Kento~ help me~” You whined, rolling your hips more and feeling his hips press back and pull a sound from you both.
Your scent spiked, making his dick harden in his pants. But your needy humps didn’t fix it.
He could have walked away. Could have just let you walked to your room instead of being so concerned. But now, you’re begging him for his help. Was he just supposed to tell you no?
He turned you back around, your back touching the wall as he wrapped your legs around him. It startled you when he bent down to squat and lift you up into his sturdy arms. His mouth went to the spot where your scent was the strongest, placing kisses there as his erection pressed right into your center. Your shorts did nothing to hinder the feeling of him nudging you. Your arms were tangled around his head and shoulders, more concerned with trying to feel him grind against your clit than the shower turning off.
Renji tried to dry his hair the best he could, just thankful that his erection had subsided before he had to step out to face either of you. That scent still lingered in the bathroom, and Renji just hoped his bedroom would bring him the peace he needed after a tedious shift. His hand went to the doorknob, barely cracking it open when his senses got saturated with that damn scent again! It felt like it was way stronger now, pulling a groan from his throat as he held himself up with his other hand on the doorframe. Now his ears picked up on sounds from the hallway, peeking out with blown-out eyes.
Kento braced himself against the wall, while his other arm was still holding your hips. He used that arm to pull you into his hips, grinding into you as he couldn’t pull himself away from your neck. You didn’t even want him to pull away when your eyes looked back when another appetizing scent hit your nose. You saw Renji standing in the hallway, unable to make any decision other than to stare. But you could smell the way Renji’s scent rolled off of him, and your omega grew eager. The blonde growled again, hand gripping the wall as he fought not to bite. He turned his head to see his friend as well.
Usually, he would have been bashful. Apologizing for a display like this, even if it’s his friend of many years. But any kind of logic was cloudy and muddled to all hell. It had to be when the next few words came from his lips. “ She needs our help. That sweet scent we’ve been smelling was her.” Kento pants, releasing your wobbly legs back to the ground as Renji’s legs moved on their own. His scent pulls you in, similar to Kento’s. Shaky steps push you towards him, his arms catching you as you press your face into his naked chest. “ You smell good, too.” You whined, arms reaching up to pull him down towards your height.
Your nose pressed right into his neck and inhaled, thighs pressing together as Renji gasped at the action. You and Renji have been close, but you’ve never touched him like this. Always trying your hardest not to trigger their secondary gender with little to no problems. But this? He doesn’t know why he’s gone this long without having you do something like this. Renji’s eyes looked up and saw Kento watching, an obvious tent in his pants that Renji mirrored under his towel.
Self-control slipping by the second as the words come out, your lips pressed against his neck. “ Are you sure? Do you really want it to be us?” Renji asked, but his arms were pulling you in. His head turned to the side, letting you scent him again and again. He found himself eager , loving how his body craved your touch. Like something he never knew he needed. “ If you tell us no now, I’ll leave for a week or two.”
You whined, like you were pained. Your arms pulled him in, forcing him to stay close. “ Don’t leave me alone!~” You sounded like you were gonna cry, eyes already teary at the idea of being left alone. “ Both! I need both of you, please!”
You were begging, and that’s not something you do. You usually deal with things on your own and figure them out. But this? You didn’t want to figure this out alone without them. Not this time.
Your shaky hands pulled at Renji, guiding him towards your bedroom. When you looked back, you still saw Kento and reached for the blonde too. Both of the men eyed each other once more, getting pulled through the threshold of your bedroom for a foreign reason.
A reason neither of them thought would happen, no matter how long they were friends. Both men thought the three of you would stay the same, oddly functioning trio. Even as all of you grew up, it was supposed to stay like that, right? But now the same girl who saw them through weird haircuts and crazy life changes was trying to strip the blonde out of his clothes. “ Wait a minute—” Kento tries to slow down your shaky hands, pulling at the shirt he threw on. Your wrists were grabbed in one strong hand, feeling Kento give a small tug to have you focus back on him. “ Wait.” It wasn’t a suggestion when the word came from his lips. It halted you, making you whine when you felt Renji’s hands grab at your waist. “ We told ya we’ll help, and you’re still impatient.”
His hands pulled at your hoodie, tugging at your body and watching the empty bottle hit the floor. His mouth leaned down to your neck, nipping the skin while his hands stayed at your waist, trailing up slowly towards your chest, and your knees buckled. Kento still held your arms up and above your head, all while feeling Renji’s hands tease you. “ There’s no need to rush when we have time.” Kento reminded you, releasing your wrist so Renji could move you towards the bed.
Renji hovered over you, staring at your lips. Almost like that was the only thing stopping him from really losing himself. He just didn’t want to ruin anything. “ Last chance before I lose myself here,” Renji asked, trying to keep his eyes glued to your face, making sure he doesn’t misread anything. He moved closer, his hand gripping your face when you nod. That’s when you felt Renji’s lips on you for the first time that night, and you both sighed. Like the kiss eased some sort of heat between you two. Your hands trail to his neck, pulling him in closer, and the feeling of his weight on you makes you thirst for more. You didn’t know each kiss and touch could feel this good while in heat. Have you gone this long without experiencing this? Crazy work.
When Renji’s lips moved to trail back to your neck, inhaling wave after wave of your scent, Kento turned your head towards him. A big enough pause for a silent question that another nod answered. Kento’s kiss was more impatient, something unfamiliar to the man you knew. All while feeling Renji slowly inch his hands lower, like he was taking his time despite feeling the same. The hoodie was unzipped in the front, heavy palms happy to feel no bra, and gave a squeeze.
Kento swallowed the sound you made, using the time to press his tongue inside, and it made you buck. You had no time to think when another mouth yanked the tank top out of the way. Lips wrapping around a nipple and rolling his tongue around it, hearing you moan into Kento’s mouth. His hand went to your throat, giving the smallest squeeze to stop your squirming and to focus on kissing him back. He could barely comprehend why he was acting in such ways. But he also realized that he doesn’t care.
Especially not when your scent is getting sweeter by the second. Reminds him of something from the bakery you two frequent, a warm puff pastry with cream and sweet fruits. Something he wanted to taste and devour again and again.
Renji felt the same way, sucking and licking away at your chest to hear every sound he could. Feeling you buck when he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. Renji pulled away, fingers toying with your nipple as his other hand went to the shorts that seemed to be in his way. “ I wanna know what all of you taste like.” He brought both hands down and gave a harsh tug to get them off your plush thighs, along with your panties. A sound bubbled in the back of his throat, something similar to a grunt, when he got a chance to be at the source of your sweetness.
Hesitation nowhere to be found as he grabbed your legs and pressed them towards your chest, mouth already parted before he even got close. No warning when his lips kissed your clit, feeling it twitch and pulse under his touch. His hand kept your pussy spread open for him, with Kento’s body adjusting to hold open your legs. He heard your hushed sounds, arm reaching closer to force your head down, “ You have to focus. You need to get the full experience of what a heat is like for a sweet omega like you.”
No one could even question the words coming out of Kento, not when Renji had decided to move his mouth lower to press his tongue into you. His nose bumped into your clit with each movement of his head, bucking closer to his mouth. Renji’s brown eyes looked up at you, groaning when he felt your slick land on his taste buds. His tongue had pressed into different spots, seeing which stroke of his tongue caused you to buck and squirm.
You could feel something hot press against your back, all while lips placed kisses and small sucks to your throat. Kento was more talkative than usual, stuck by your ear as his eyes were locked to the same place you were looking at. “ Make sure you tell him what feels good.” A kiss to your temple, something so soft in comparison to your surroundings. Renji’s eyes were closed, dragging his tongue out to glide over your folds. Sloppily kissing up to your clit before sucking it hard with a shake of his head.
Your legs tried to close, but the blonde behind you tsked. “ Renji, do that again.” Kento looks past you, staring at his friend when Renji shakes his head again, with a suck on your clit. More dripped out and coated his chin, a growl coming from his throat whenever his tongue would seep back down. Renji could barely get enough, mouth moving down to taste everything you gave him.
Kento stared, almost like he wanted to take Renji’s spot, yet a different idea came into his mind. Kento leaned forward, moving your body with him as you watched his hand wrapped in Renji’s hair. The sudden grip on his scalp, pulling a sound from Renji’s throat that he wasn’t expecting. None of you were. “ Stick out your tongue.” Kento had told him, pulling him closer as if there were space. Renji’s tongue was pressed against your slit, your eyes watching the blonde move his head up and down, your hips almost following the movement. “ Ken, what are you-”
“ Hush and focus.” His voice was sharp and directed at you. “ I want to watch you fall apart with his mouth.” Kento didn’t recognize himself, nor could he understand why he had a sudden fixation on watching Renji pleasure you. He doesn’t know why he had to control the exact way Renji’s tongue glides against your soaking core. Let alone, why was Renji letting him get away with it to begin with?
Maybe your taste was clouding his judgment, just enjoying the way you started to use his mouth to get off. His towel has long since slipped off, idle hand moving to stroke himself in time with your hips. Even when Renji pressed his tongue back inside, Kento still used his grip to push and pull Renji into you. “ Please, just like that!~” You moaned, hands grabbing at a forearm that’s holding you down. “ I’m right there.” You weren’t lying. Renji’s tongue kept moving, pressing into all the right spots that made your body shake with excitement.
Kento moved Renji’s head faster against you, keeping him in the exact spots he wanted him. From sucking at your clit all the way to tongue fucking you and tasting your sweetness. Renji’s senses were already a mess. He’s gone through his heat fine and been around other omegas, but this? Oh, your scent was driving him mad!
Renji’s mouth came back to your clit, mouth moving sloppy and fast. Your moans topple over wobbly lips, hip bucking when Renji’s suck again, finally falling apart for the first time of the night. Renji’s mouth moved on his own, going against the grip in his hair to taste what you dripped out. The taste goes straight south, and he feels himself twitch in his hand.
You were trying to focus again, feeling Kento move your body as he leaned forward. “Let me get a taste,” Kento asked, still using the hand that had a firm grip in his hair to pull Renji’s face up to meet him. You watched Kento turn Renji towards him, mouth moving to slot against his in a kiss Renji wasn’t expecting. Renji hummed, feeling his own mouth move against his as he shared your taste. The kiss wasn’t long; both pulled away soon after, and the grip in Renji’s hair was gone. Both of them stared at one another before Renji turned his head to look back at you. A boyish look on his face as you now noticed the wet chin and lips, despite how much Kento tried to clean with his tongue. “ You wanna have a taste too?” Renji asked, barely giving you a chance to respond as he pulled you into his space, mouth pressing into yours as you kissed him back. His kiss was as sloppy as his mouth on your pussy, making you buck into nothing the longer I went on. “ I need to have more of you two.”
Everyone was shifting around until you had them both back in your bed. You made Kento lie down on his back before they both watched you swing your leg over his upper body. He sucked in a breath, finally seeing the aftermath of Renji’s efforts. Thighs sticky and glistening in spit and your release, and suddenly Kento was parched. Eyes so zoned in on the hole that kept twitching for attention, he almost missed the feeling of your hands touching him. You eased him out of his pants, grateful for the drawstring as his hips raised to let you pull his pants down to his thighs. The same heat that was grinding against your core was now twitching in your face, making your mouth water as you placed kisses at the tip. It was all you did, kissing up and down his length, tongue peeking out to tease, and hearing the deep growl that radiated through his chest. “ I don’t have the patience for teasing.” Kento grunts, “Don’t play with your food.”
It’s like his words held magic in them, your mouth opening to take the tip past your lips, swirling your tongue as you take more into your mouth. Renji was kneeling on the bed beside your head, a hand reached up to stroke his length, and his hips bucked into your soft palm. Was the angle awkward? Yeah, it was. But the sounds you were pulling from them were all the motivation you would need. You tried to tune into each pant and groan pulled, noting what makes them tick and spasm as Kento brought your hips firmly down on his greedy mouth. A moan muffled when Kento mirrored Renji’s moves, tongue pressing and swirling inside as he only seemed to grow inside of your mouth.
His hands kept you spread open, not wanting to miss a single spot as you took more of him down your throat. “ Atta girl! Keep it up.” Renji grinned, hips thrusting into your hand as he reached for you. His mouth pulls you off towards his, tip pushing past spit-covered lips as he treats your mouth the same way he treated your hand. Your jaw relaxed as your tongue slipped out, looking up to stare back at the scarlet-haired man. It almost felt like he sped up the second you stared back, like a challenge to see who would give in.
Soon, your head moved without Renji, making you grind your hips down onto Kento’s face, and your nose was smacked with the scent of citrus and something muskier. It only made you grind harder into his mouth as you bobbed, still reaching for his length to not exclude him. But Kento didn’t care, not when he was getting smothered by your plush thighs and your pussy drowning him.
And it wasn’t even an exaggeration at the slightest. Kento’s mouth and chin were drenched already, tongue barely getting a break or coming up for air. He didn’t need air when his senses were getting overwhelmed by you. He didn’t think he could get this hard from tasting you, yet his dick stood tall in your palm. Renji looked down, seeing how much of your attention he stole. His hands grabbed at your head, pulling you off completely with spit connecting between. “ We both started enjoying ourselves a bit. Let’s make sure Kento gets the same treatment. He’s been patient too.”
The blonde barely listened, but he did feel your mouth take him back down into your mouth, sighing at the feeling. You still felt Renji’s hands guide you up and down, making sure you took more each time you came back down. Kento felt more and more of himself fit into your mouth, making the movements with his mouth slow as he gets wrapped in the tight heat that’s your throat. His head pulls away, groaning as he feels your head bob.
Renji and Kento were close in length, but there was some girth at the base, making your jaw stretch in a way you weren’t prepared for. But Renji was starting to think for you anyway. “ C'mon, Ken. Use that throat of hers.” Renji watched the man’s legs bend underneath you, Renji’s hand keeping your mouth in place when Kento first thrusted up. You gagged a bit, still trying to stay there as Kento fucked up into your mouth like he would die without it.
Spit dripped out of your mouth and down Kento’s length, down his pelvis and thighs to reach the bed. Even with all the experience he had, he’s never had oral this sloppy, this messy. But, oh, does Nanami Kento and his wolf love every second of it. “ Like that…” Kento panted out, hips thrusting up fast before he pulled his mouth back on your pussy. “ God, keep sucking me like that.”
Renji had shifted his hands, one still holding your head in place as the other dipped between, hands tentatively touching the heavy balls that swung from each thrust. Hips stuttered when he felt the second hand, much larger than yours, massaging him, and Kento couldn’t keep thrusting at the combination. Kento tried to go back to pleasuring you, wanted to get a taste of you cumming on his tongue, but gosh, you made it difficult. You both did. But he didn’t want either of you to stop. Kento inhaled whatever oxygen he could take before bringing your hips back to his mouth, with a strength that startled you.
There wasn’t a need to ride his face when the man was doing it for you, dragging your pussy back on his tongue. Your moans muffled as Renji managed to finally get you to swallow the whole thing, your mouth close to his hand that was still fondling his balls. Your throat constricted too well, and with just the right press of Renji’s fingers, Kento was in a losing battle. The feeling of your throat around him and the touches from Renji, all while the scents in the room drove him past a point he doesn’t think he’ll recover from. His hips bucked once, twice before you felt cum pour straight down your throat, a groan leaving him as he still flicked his tongue.
Renji’s grip was gone, letting you come up to just the tip, trying to swallow down the sudden treat Kento gave you. The taste and the way his scent spiked made it easy for you to ride out your second orgasm, giving Kento something to drink down all the same. Renji leaned back down, hand gripping your chin, pupils blown out as he watched your eyes meet his again. “ Open up for me.” Renji’s fingers pressed into your cheek, making your mouth open as he leaned in to kiss you. Your arms came up to wrap around his tattooed neck, getting pulled off and away from the blonde, trying to catch his breath and savor the taste of your juices that still covered his lips and chin.
“ No more waiting. I can’t last any longer.” Renji kissed and nipped your lips, tasting you and Kento on his tongue as he gathered your legs in each arm before standing with you both. “ First, Ken now you?! Don’t I weigh too much?” You questioned, feeling his tip nudge right at your entrance. Renji frowned at you, as if you had insulted his pride. “There are other things you need to worry about.” Renji's grip loosened just a bit, letting your body sink down on him, “ Like trying to take all of me in.” It was a slow sink down, Renji’s eyes watching your face and trying his hardest not to thrust the rest of himself in, like his wolf wants.
The second your body started to get stretched by Renji, all things coherent were getting pushed away. Nails digging into his shoulders when he pulled out halfway to push more of himself in, and you both moaned. “ Of course, you’re tight too.” Renji grits out, holding you in place for his hips to slam up into you. Brown eyes never leave your face, too focused on how your eyes try to flutter closed. “ Renji!~” Your moan was drawn out, and each moan only fueled the man’s pride and ego, pulling your body into his hips. You leaned forward, mouth near his neck and collar, taking long inhales of his scent in your nose. A sweet smell similar to a ripe mango and something woodsy, making you whimper against his skin, all while his tip was pressing deep inside. Your walls squeezed him, only making him want to go deeper.
Kento had since moved, sitting up to watch you both as he stroked his sensitive dick, slowly growing again in his hands. Renji’s hair cascaded down his back, tattoos covered in a light film of sweat as he held a cocky grin on his face. “ You back with us, Ken?” Renji’s tone was playful, looking over his friend as his hips kept going. “ You tapped out before the real fun started.” He watched the blonde’s brows furrow at his words before Kento watched him slow down, walking you both back to the bed.
Your back touched the sheets again, feeling Renji push open your legs to get your knees closer to your head. Kento was on your left, still watching you two, but he was now listening to what Renji was saying. Renji pulled back out before slamming back in and sucks in a breath when you squeezed him. “ Might have been a good thing for you.”
Renji’s wolf couldn’t help but brag. He not only got to taste you first, but he already has you falling apart on his cock. Hands grabbing at whatever they could as your senses were buzzing. It’s like every time he goes back in, he’s pressing into a spot that feels way too good. Your poor sheets didn’t stand a chance for a heat like this. And Renji knew it after every stroke he gave. “ If you thought her throat was tight, her pussy is a vice.”
“ So what are you saying, Abarai?” Kento spoke slowly, but the tone was evident. He sat up more in bed, barely two feet apart from Renji, even as his hips didn’t stop moving. Kento kept his eyes trained on the other man, despite his hand reaching down to grope at your chest, thumb rolling around your nipple. “ I prefer when people are direct.”
Renji’s teasing almost stopped completely, sensing that there was something different about his friend of many years. He knew the man wasn’t a pushover, but he usually ignored whatever he said or dryly responded back. At most, a verbal jab that is playful in every sense of the word. But his tone wasn’t playful, yet held no malice. An enigma all of a sudden to his wolf, yet he couldn’t focus on that solely. Not when your hands tried to push at his stomach. “ Ren…slow do-mmph!~” Words dying out on his fingers, stuffing themselves inside your mouth. “ Wrong answer, lil omega.”
Drunk on your scent and still a fucking bully.
Renji’s attention was back on you, not even noticing how Kento had disappeared from the room briefly. He simply leaned back down to stare at your face, fingers pressing into your tongue as you gagged on his thick digits. His hips didn’t stop even when he felt a new wave of your wetness hit his pelvis. Renji grinned when he felt your tongue suck at his fingers, hips rolling deeper into you. “ See? Isn’t it nice when you don’t have to think?” Your head nodded in response, eyes faintly seeing Kento come back into your room. The tattooed man still paid no mind to his surroundings, fully focused on you. “ How much more do you think you can take?”
“ I wanted to ask you that too.” Kento’s voice had rung from behind him, his voice too close to his ear, and he felt a hand on his lower back. Renji’s hips stilled inside, hearing the whine that left you as a hand reached between their bodies. Fingers coating themselves with your wetness before bringing that hand back. “ The hell are you-“ Renji tried asking, feeling a sudden pressure at the back of his neck, and his body fell forward at the waist. “ Hush. You’ve done enough talking for now.” Renji felt his fingers touch somewhere he wasn’t used to. A spot he never even touched himself.
The pad of his finger circled his rim, feeling it twitch at the touch. He kept it up, using his body to keep Renji sandwiched between you both. “ Don’t stop making our omega feel good. You didn’t give up already?” Kento questioned, only to chuckle when he felt the man’s hips move again. But this time, each stroke is slow and deliberate. Kento’s finger circles a few more times before pressing one inside, and Renji audibly gasps. “ Ken—you…”
His finger moved slowly, pressing back and forth inside as Kento listened for any discomfort in his voice. It’s like Renji’s voice was stuck in his throat, cheeks only a few shades lighter than his hair. Renji twitched when he felt it press deeper, a growl coming from his throat. “ Aren’t we... supposed to take…care of her?” Renji’s voice was shakier now, feeling a second finger press in easier than he wanted to admit. Kento hummed, spotting his face peek over the redhead’s shoulder. “ Yeah, we are. But, your wolf is too mouthy for me.” Kento answered, scissoring his fingers inside and feeling the way he squeezed around him, “ But you're more respectful back here.”
“ S-shut up, asshole.” Renji grits out even as his hips push back into his hand, despite your walls clenching to keep him inside. Even when his fingers picked up more speed, you felt Renji’s dick twitch deep inside of you. The feeling made you giggle, gaining their attention again. “ He likes it a lot~ᥫ᭡” You grinned, looking at Kento, and you felt like the man knew what you were saying. Kento’s palm pressed into Renji’s back, keeping him flush with your front. “ Let’s help him like it better, hm?” His fingers pulled out slowly, tearing at the condom that he had placed nearby. He rolled it down, rubbing at his rim before he moved closer. That’s when Renji felt something nudge at him, something thicker than just some fingers. “ Kento, you know I was just teasing you, right?” Renji tried to barter, brain and body confused on whether he could even handle so much at once.
But his scent said something else. It was muddled together like your bodies, your arms reaching to wrap under his as Kento moved closer. He rubbed his tip against his rim, spit slipping down his lips, and landed between them. “ Yeah, I know you were teasing.” Kento pressed his tip closer until he felt himself slip an inch inside, his voice sounding rougher, “But some pups need a harsher lesson so they’ll know better.” He didn’t stop pressing deeper inside, your eyes glued to Renji’s facial expressions. The man was flustered to all hell; flushed cheeks, heartbeat racing from your closeness, but his scent sweetened in a way that made you press back into his throat. “ So good, Renji~ᥫ᭡ Got to have a taste before me.” You kissed him, trying to relax the man, when Kento stopped halfway, hands rubbing at his hips.
“ God---this is…” Renji tried to speak, feeling Kento pull out of him before pressing back, and his hips flexed, making him rut into you. Every thrust from Kento knocked Renji’s hips back into yours. “ Use your hips, Abarai. You have to be a good Alpha to our Omega here.” Kento talked down to Renji, feeling the man clench around him, and he resisted digging his nails into his tattooed hips. But he did move Renji’s hips along with his, just to thrust back into you, and pull moans from your throat.
Renji’s brain was going to lose it. He could practically feel each spasm coming from your pussy, squeezing and drowning him in your wetness, so that he doesn’t know where he stops or ends. But then,the feeling of Kento’s weight pressed against him as his hips sped up, pushing more of Kento’s dick inside. Being in the middle of them both while his body was being stimulated was a lot, and it was only going to get crazier. Especially when Kento bends at the knees to angle his hips, thrusting up and pulling a whimper from Renji. “ Did that hurt?”
“ Again…” Renji’s voice was barely above a whisper, his hips pressing back when he did it again, and you felt him twitch inside again. Your mouth moved to his ear, tone teasing as you nipped the shell of his ear. “ Oh cute, he found your prostate, huh?” Renji couldn’t even answer when Kento thrusts at the same spot again after noting how his scent didn’t change. He kept hitting the same spot, and Renji’s face pressed into the sheets nearby. His hips were barely pulling out of you, letting Kento be in charge of moving. Renji doesn't even think his legs would work right now if he did.
The blonde leaned forward, hips pressing him deeper, and he had to let out a shaky breath. “ Still with us, Abarai? Don’t tap out before the real fun starts.” Kento didn’t even hide the smirk on his lips, scent flaring out as he moved faster, pulling moans from both of you. His hand went back to Renji’s fiery locks, tangling a fist in them and pressing his face into the mattress more. He could only rut into you as Kento's thrusts got meaner, knocking right into his prostate so meticulously that each hit added another star behind his eyes that threatened to roll into his skull. Kento pulled his head back up. “Baby, how does our friend look now?”
Your eyes glanced up, enjoying how pretty and disheveled Renji currently looked. He was barely surviving by getting drunk off your scent, but now he looked worse for wear than you. “ Ren isn’t gonna last much longer.” You laughed lightly, pulling the man into a kiss that he slowly returned as he hummed against your lips.
“ So what do you want Renji to do? We’re supposed to make you feel good.” Kento slowed a bit, just for Renji’s hips to wiggle. You thought about it while your brain cleared for a small second. “ Doesn’t matter. Just wanna watch him fall apart when he cums.” You answered, feeling Renji move his hips forward to get inside of your pussy and then press his hips back into Kento’s hips when he pulls out.
Kento let the man move on his own, his hand still firm in Renji’s hair to keep him in your line of sight. His arms braced on either side of your body, all while his hips rutted back and forth, brain muddled and mushed into an overstimulated mess. “ FuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyou—” Renji’s words came out rushed and fast, cursing at you both for attacking him at once. But god, it was amazing. His body was buzzing, and he felt himself twitching too much now. “So close~”
“ Renji~ You're gonna let me see how bad we ruined you, right?” Your tone is giggly, too zoned in on your friend, “ You gonna cum for me in here, right?” A hand runs down to your belly, pressing where you were feeling him inside, and his hips stutter. Kento immediately picked up where he left off, slamming his hips into Renji, and he choked out a sound. A hand reached back to grab at his forearm, wanting to pull him in closer as he felt himself on the edge. “ Hit that spot again,” Renji asks, tone low like he was trying to focus on speaking coherently.
“ Act like you have manners and I will.” Kento grinned, scent flaring and pulling a sound from you both. Renji doesn’t like to fold so easily when challenged, but the man had no fight left. Not at this point. “ Ken, please~ I need to cum in her so badly.” Voice scratchy from his moans, you could see his pupils blown out and cheeks flushed to all hell. You could even see some drool slip from down his chin. “ I need this.”
Kento hums, hips picking up a speed that barely gives Renji room to adjust, “ Then let our lil omega watch how deprived you are. Cumming from getting fucked by another Alpha. How pathetic.” The comment shouldn’t have turned him on. It shouldn’t have made his hips fight to move desperately with his own. His tip knocked into his prostate a few more times before the man stills, feeling the warm spurts of his cumming while Kento fucked him through it. You watched the man get pushed into overstimulation, cum getting pushed back and forth inside until Kento finally showed some mercy.
His hand released Renji’s hair, finally letting the man’s body fall forward again. Your hands came up to rub his shoulders, feeling him shift when Kento pulled out of him slowly with a few rubs to his hips. You kissed at whatever parts of his face you could reach, mumbling praises as the man couldn’t move but so much. Yet he still used his strength to pull out of you with a hiss, dick feeling the cool air after being inside of you for so long. Felt so good that he might have to ask about cockwarming on another day.
Kento had removed the condom he wore, his dick still standing tall against his stomach. His hand was wrapped around his shaft, giving small tugs as he stared back at your messy entrance. “ I didn’t forget about you either.” When you looked at Kento. He seemed more relaxed, but there was a clear edge to him. Something you rarely even see when he comes home pissed off over a manager at work. But even in his relaxed state, with the lingering smell of citrus clouding your thoughts enough to miss how close he was to you again. His hand moved, one to cup the side of your face while the other splayed out on your tummy. “ I can’t calm down until I get another taste of you.” You leaned into his palm, scent fluttering as your thighs pressed together again. “ Then hurry up, Ken. Procrastinating doesn’t look good on you.”
He gave you a smile, a wicked one that should have let you know how depraved the man was. Especially when the soft hand switched over to your throat, leaning back to kiss you, and felt how you submitted to him. It only made him hungrier, pulling his lips away to flip you over to your hands and knees. His hands went to your waist, keeping you arched as he was able to slip inside you with no resistance.
This wasn’t the same Nanami Kento who was worried about your well-being, or at least it didn’t feel like it with how sudden his thrust became deep and crazed. Like whatever last bit of restraint had snapped off the moment he was able to finally slip into your pussy. He didn’t care if you were reaching back to ask for mercy. He didn’t care that you tried to crawl up the bed away from the deep strokes that curved into you. He didn’t even care about the pleading “ Kenᝰ.ᐟ” in between broken moans and sobs.
A growl rumbled in his chest, hand moving from your waist to the center of your back to keep you planted where he wanted you, “ Don’t run from me.” His other hand pulled you back to the edge of the bed. “I know you can last for me, right?” It was a question that you weren't even sure you could answer, yet your body spoke for you. Hips shaking and trying to press back against him, and at this point, he let out a laugh. “ You and Renji are too similar.”
The red-haired man was lying on the side, pillow under his head as he watched his friends lose themselves in the woes of pleasure. Your face was pressed into the sheets, your mouth opened, and you were begging for something that you probably didn’t even know. “ Fuckᝰ.ᐟ Kento pleaseᝰ.ᐟ”
“ Use your words.” Kento wasn’t even looking at you, eyes stuck on the mess that coated you both. From your slick to the cum that started to slip out from his crazed pace, it was like a motivation to have you fall apart one last time. “ Tell your Alpha what you need.” His words only made your body buzz, whining in response. Yet you still tried to articulate, trying to even think of the proper sentence when he was pushing you towards delirium.
His pace was something carnal even, Renji feeling how the bed moved with each thrust. Damn near bottoming out every time he pressed in, just to pull out and see himself covered in a mixture of fluids that emphasized the skin-slapping sound. Even when the words couldn’t say it, your hips still matched his greed, meeting his thrusts and pulling a groan from him. “ Doesn't make sense…” He mumbled to himself, leaning his body over yours, which only pressed him into the spots that made your toes curl. “ I feel insatiable when inside of you.”
You took in a breath, words coming out in a whine, proper thoughts gone, “ Alpha~ᥫ᭡ I want it inside too~ᥫ᭡ ” Hips wiggling more as you continued, “ Need it in the same spot Renji was at.” The blonde had to suck in a breath, feeling his sanity try to leave him in that second as the fleeting thought of knotting you flashed in his mind before shaking his head. No, not today. He’s not that selfish. “ I can do that, baby. Last a bit more for me.”
Kento mirrored Renji from before, thrusting in deep but not at the same crazy pace. But it was more than enough to get you to moan out again. Hearing the low praises and words from Kento only brought you closer; you felt your tummy twist at the thought of another orgasm. But you needed this one, not wanting it to stop until you feel it again. Lips at your shoulder, and you clenched when his tip knocks into your cervix every time. Kento made sure Renji could still see your face, almost like an olive branch from earlier. Renji watched the way you fell apart underneath the same friend who ruined them both. Even as the blonde leaned down to your ear, her eyes glanced back to the other alpha. “ Fall apart for us.”
And that is exactly what you did. Your scent becomes its sweetest as you cum around Kento, feeling his ruts inside of you with a few pants and growls mixed in. Fucking through your release as your mind blanked for a second, only moaning when you felt him cum inside of you and keeping himself bottomed out so it doesn’t spill. You felt arms wrap around your center, pulling you close before flipping to the side, facing Renji fully.
His face wasn’t a few shades from his hair color anymore. His breathing has gone back to normal, and he doesn’t look as drunk on your scent as before. He saw your hands reach out, and inched himself closer, despite still feeling sore. Which prompted him to kick the man’s leg. You heard the man behind you grumble as Renji spoke again, “So?...” He draws out, making your eyes focus on him fully, “ What are we calling this now?”
You thought over his question before giving a shrug of your shoulders, “ I mean, I’m not treating y’all any differently. But did you want it to be different?” You felt the arm around your center tighten just a bit, feeling his chin brush your shoulder. “ We can talk about it more when our heads aren’t as clouded.”
Renji huffed at the man, “ Oh? Is that why you decided to take my virginity today?” You snickered, hand covering your mouth. “ Why would you say it like that?!” You asked through giggles.
“ How else am I supposed to say it?” Renji points at you as Kento clears his throat, “ Well, you didn’t seem to hate it.” The glare the man gave was halfhearted as you pulled Renij closer, “ Anyways, there’s something more important than that right now.”
You felt both of their eyes on you, waiting for whatever else you had to say next. “ I still want some more, so don’t think I’m letting you two leave just yet.” Both men glanced at one another before both letting up a smile. A kiss was planted on your shoulder as Renji pulled at one of your arms, feeling himself get hard all over again.
“ Fine by me, but I don’t want any complaints later.” Renji grins as you feel Kento nod. “ That’s something I can agree with.”
Kento was the first one to notice it. There was a sweet scent in the air.
There was no candle or incense burning. No air freshener was sprayed. Not even a plug-in. He couldn’t figure it out as he made his morning coffee. His one roommate wasn’t home from his night job yet, and the other was still asleep in their room. Even the freshly roasted coffee beans couldn’t knock the scent out of his nose.
It was Saturday morning. Kento usually took his time on days off like today, making breakfast while sipping his coffee and watching one of the TV shows he missed during the week in the living room. A morning ritual he’s been able to keep even when you and Renji were around. Even though Kento could still do it now, the new addition was this scent that made it uncomfortable to sit and focus. He felt antsy, and Kento had better control over himself than this. So today shouldn’t have been different. The only thing that it had to be was that damn scent.
He heard the locks move around before Kento heard the door open and close. He was already looking at the man’s back, mug in hand, as Renji dropped off his keys. When the redhead turned around, Kento watched his face shift for a split second. A deep inhale and exhale with a shake of his head, “ Did you spray something?” Renji asked, eyes looking at him. Kento took a sip of his mug before placing it back on the coffee table. “ No, but I’ve been smelling it since I woke up this morning.”
“ Was it here last night when I left?”
“ If it was, I was asleep.”
Renji huffed, mumbling something about his head as he was heading off to the bathroom, wanting to shower after a long shift. He was too distracted by the sudden candied smell to know that you were already inside.
You kept staring at the empty pill bottle, upset that your prescriptions got delayed, and now you were on day 3 without your suppressants. Never did you think everyone’s warnings and precautions would ring true. Living unmated with not one, but two alphas was like throwing raw meat into the lion's den. But they just weren’t some random men that you didn’t know. These were long-term friends. Both Renji and Kento have seen the good, the bad, and everything in between, and vice versa.
They were supposed to just be good friends to you, no matter the fleeting looks you would give them around the flat. Renji’s tattoos are always on full display when he’s off and home. Kento has always been the sweetest, guiding you out of the way by your waist or lower back so he can pass by. Renji teases you just to get under your skin. Kento bringing you one of your favorite pastries from the bakery you both like.
But now, with the suppressants wearing off, you realize just how strong their scents were. You’ve been living in the flat long enough for their scents to be deeply embedded in the walls and shared spaces.
Even the bathroom had smothered your senses with them both, hating how your thighs pressed together. “ How much longer do I have to wait?” You asked yourself quietly, not hearing the footsteps to the door. Renji opened the bathroom door and was just as shocked to see you there. “ Oh my bad. I'll wait.” Renji was already stepping out as you were stuffing the jar in your hoodie pocket. “ It’s fine. I was just leaving.”
Your eyes stayed low, afraid to look in his face when his scent was now strong and fresh. You walked past him, shoulders brushing against one another as you tried to head to your room. That’s when the scent hit Renji’s nose again. Sweet and oh so delectable. He almost purred, but it made his eyes stare at your figure. He shook his head, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door before looking down. “ The hell?” The sudden erection confused him, even as he stripped out of his clothes and turned on the shower.
Kento almost missed you, catching you slipping back into your room. “ I made some breakfast for you and put it on the side.” You almost jumped at his voice, slowly turning and mustering up a smile. “ I’ll eat soon, I promise. I haven't had much of an appetite.” You tell him and see the small knit in his brows and the frown on his lips. He instantly walked closer, one hand grabbing your wrist gently to pull you in while the other pressed against your forehead. “ Are you feeling ill? Is that why you’ve been sleeping in?”
Kento’s scent was different from Renji’s. His scent lulled you in, making you lean on the softness of his palm. You wanted to speak and say something. Tell the man that you were fine and just tired. But when he leaned into your space to eye your face, you were on edge. His scent was stronger, probably because of his concern for you. “ At least, let’s get you some tea.” He spoke again, taking your silence as an answer. You're usually up and yapping away to either of them. Sleeping close to noon and silent? Something’s wrong.
A gentle tug pulls you away from your room, your only safety net. Now you were getting swarmed with their scents again in the shared space, legs barely moving correctly. Kento’s head shook, smelling the sweet scent again as he searched for a tea you would drink. He didn’t even realize he was still holding your hand as his back was towards you, facing the cabinets. “ What symptoms are you having?” Kento asked, while your head started spinning. You still couldn’t answer, like a lump was in your throat and made it hard to speak. Breathing was more of a strain, as all your body could do was be forced to smell your friends' scents. Finally, you notice just how delicious their scents could be.
Kento felt your face pressed against his back. He was going to speak when he heard you inhale and sigh. He simply froze, unsure what to do as your nose pressed further. “ I’m sorry.” You mumbled, feeling your thighs press tighter to stop yourself.
This is bad. You have to move away from him, or you’ll embarrass yourself even more. You pushed off of him, his grip loose from your sudden actions as you tried to leave the kitchen. Your legs are much weaker than before, probably from the deep inhale of Kento’s scent that you took. The blonde couldn’t ignore it now. The tooth-rotting sweet scent that was driving him crazy trailed from you in waves. His throat grew a bit parched as he followed you, legs catching up to you in a few strides. Kento’s hand reached for you again, pulling you back to face him.
The words caught in his throat as he stared at you, the sugary scent fogging his mind, “ Your suppressants?” Kento’s voice shouldn’t have done damage to your body as it did, praying he couldn’t smell it. You can’t continue to live together if he can smell how badly he is affecting your senses. But that was a feeble thought when Kento smelt it the second it happened, and he swallowed a sudden growl that bubbled in his chest. He’s usually in so much control, yet his handle on it seems frail this morning.
“ Sorry. They were delayed, and I ran out.” Your tone almost sounds pained. The longer you stood in Kento’s scent without any action to follow, an ache bloomed in your belly. Your hands grabbed at his forearms, and your head hung low. “ Never realized how good you two smell--” You silenced yourself, pushing yourself away from him. “ Just let me isolate myself until it gets here.” Your back was turned to him, hoping to just walk away and call it that. That’s what you both were expecting to happen.
But Kento’s body wouldn’t let that happen.
You quickly found yourself caged in by your supposed friend, feeling the heat radiate off his body against your back. The only thought filling in the silence was the shower from their other roommate and friend. Kento still didn’t know what he was doing as he leaned down into your space. His nose pressed right into the exposed part of your throat, and he gave a deep inhale. A stupid mistake. The smell goes straight below the belt, groaning into your skin. You couldn’t move. You didn’t want to move, and your body wouldn’t allow it either. You actually turned your head to let him sniff more. A hand had gone to steady you at your waist, pressing more into the scent as Kento sandwiched you between him and the wall.
Your hips pushed back, pressing into his front, and you heard the low growl leave his lips. He pressed you closer to the wall, his hips grinding against you for a split second before he gathered himself. You were his friend. Even if you weren’t, he always had better self-control. But your hips wouldn’t stop moving, rolling back into him to feel what you just felt before.
Your brain couldn’t care about your dignity at this point, not when your omega was melting at your first bit of action in years. The suppressants nearly made you weaker than a beta, never experiencing heats or symptoms with them as an omega. So after being off of them for the first time in forever, your body was sensitive to it all. “ Kento~ help me~” You whined, rolling your hips more and feeling his hips press back and pull a sound from you both.
Your scent spiked, making his dick harden in his pants. But your needy humps didn’t fix it.
He could have walked away. Could have just let you walked to your room instead of being so concerned. But now, you’re begging him for his help. Was he just supposed to tell you no?
He turned you back around, your back touching the wall as he wrapped your legs around him. It startled you when he bent down to squat and lift you up into his sturdy arms. His mouth went to the spot where your scent was the strongest, placing kisses there as his erection pressed right into your center. Your shorts did nothing to hinder the feeling of him nudging you. Your arms were tangled around his head and shoulders, more concerned with trying to feel him grind against your clit than the shower turning off.
Renji tried to dry his hair the best he could, just thankful that his erection had subsided before he had to step out to face either of you. That scent still lingered in the bathroom, and Renji just hoped his bedroom would bring him the peace he needed after a tedious shift. His hand went to the doorknob, barely cracking it open when his senses got saturated with that damn scent again! It felt like it was way stronger now, pulling a groan from his throat as he held himself up with his other hand on the doorframe. Now his ears picked up on sounds from the hallway, peeking out with blown-out eyes.
Kento braced himself against the wall, while his other arm was still holding your hips. He used that arm to pull you into his hips, grinding into you as he couldn’t pull himself away from your neck. You didn’t even want him to pull away when your eyes looked back when another appetizing scent hit your nose. You saw Renji standing in the hallway, unable to make any decision other than to stare. But you could smell the way Renji’s scent rolled off of him, and your omega grew eager. The blonde growled again, hand gripping the wall as he fought not to bite. He turned his head to see his friend as well.
Usually, he would have been bashful. Apologizing for a display like this, even if it’s his friend of many years. But any kind of logic was cloudy and muddled to all hell. It had to be when the next few words came from his lips. “ She needs our help. That sweet scent we’ve been smelling was her.” Kento pants, releasing your wobbly legs back to the ground as Renji’s legs moved on their own. His scent pulls you in, similar to Kento’s. Shaky steps push you towards him, his arms catching you as you press your face into his naked chest. “ You smell good, too.” You whined, arms reaching up to pull him down towards your height.
Your nose pressed right into his neck and inhaled, thighs pressing together as Renji gasped at the action. You and Renji have been close, but you’ve never touched him like this. Always trying your hardest not to trigger their secondary gender with little to no problems. But this? He doesn’t know why he’s gone this long without having you do something like this. Renji’s eyes looked up and saw Kento watching, an obvious tent in his pants that Renji mirrored under his towel.
Self-control slipping by the second as the words come out, your lips pressed against his neck. “ Are you sure? Do you really want it to be us?” Renji asked, but his arms were pulling you in. His head turned to the side, letting you scent him again and again. He found himself eager , loving how his body craved your touch. Like something he never knew he needed. “ If you tell us no now, I’ll leave for a week or two.”
You whined, like you were pained. Your arms pulled him in, forcing him to stay close. “ Don’t leave me alone!~” You sounded like you were gonna cry, eyes already teary at the idea of being left alone. “ Both! I need both of you, please!”
You were begging, and that’s not something you do. You usually deal with things on your own and figure them out. But this? You didn’t want to figure this out alone without them. Not this time.
Your shaky hands pulled at Renji, guiding him towards your bedroom. When you looked back, you still saw Kento and reached for the blonde too. Both of the men eyed each other once more, getting pulled through the threshold of your bedroom for a foreign reason.
A reason neither of them thought would happen, no matter how long they were friends. Both men thought the three of you would stay the same, oddly functioning trio. Even as all of you grew up, it was supposed to stay like that, right? But now the same girl who saw them through weird haircuts and crazy life changes was trying to strip the blonde out of his clothes. “ Wait a minute—” Kento tries to slow down your shaky hands, pulling at the shirt he threw on. Your wrists were grabbed in one strong hand, feeling Kento give a small tug to have you focus back on him. “ Wait.” It wasn’t a suggestion when the word came from his lips. It halted you, making you whine when you felt Renji’s hands grab at your waist. “ We told ya we’ll help, and you’re still impatient.”
His hands pulled at your hoodie, tugging at your body and watching the empty bottle hit the floor. His mouth leaned down to your neck, nipping the skin while his hands stayed at your waist, trailing up slowly towards your chest, and your knees buckled. Kento still held your arms up and above your head, all while feeling Renji’s hands tease you. “ There’s no need to rush when we have time.” Kento reminded you, releasing your wrist so Renji could move you towards the bed.
Renji hovered over you, staring at your lips. Almost like that was the only thing stopping him from really losing himself. He just didn’t want to ruin anything. “ Last chance before I lose myself here,” Renji asked, trying to keep his eyes glued to your face, making sure he doesn’t misread anything. He moved closer, his hand gripping your face when you nod. That’s when you felt Renji’s lips on you for the first time that night, and you both sighed. Like the kiss eased some sort of heat between you two. Your hands trail to his neck, pulling him in closer, and the feeling of his weight on you makes you thirst for more. You didn’t know each kiss and touch could feel this good while in heat. Have you gone this long without experiencing this? Crazy work.
When Renji’s lips moved to trail back to your neck, inhaling wave after wave of your scent, Kento turned your head towards him. A big enough pause for a silent question that another nod answered. Kento’s kiss was more impatient, something unfamiliar to the man you knew. All while feeling Renji slowly inch his hands lower, like he was taking his time despite feeling the same. The hoodie was unzipped in the front, heavy palms happy to feel no bra, and gave a squeeze.
Kento swallowed the sound you made, using the time to press his tongue inside, and it made you buck. You had no time to think when another mouth yanked the tank top out of the way. Lips wrapping around a nipple and rolling his tongue around it, hearing you moan into Kento’s mouth. His hand went to your throat, giving the smallest squeeze to stop your squirming and to focus on kissing him back. He could barely comprehend why he was acting in such ways. But he also realized that he doesn’t care.
Especially not when your scent is getting sweeter by the second. Reminds him of something from the bakery you two frequent, a warm puff pastry with cream and sweet fruits. Something he wanted to taste and devour again and again.
Renji felt the same way, sucking and licking away at your chest to hear every sound he could. Feeling you buck when he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. Renji pulled away, fingers toying with your nipple as his other hand went to the shorts that seemed to be in his way. “ I wanna know what all of you taste like.” He brought both hands down and gave a harsh tug to get them off your plush thighs, along with your panties. A sound bubbled in the back of his throat, something similar to a grunt, when he got a chance to be at the source of your sweetness.
Hesitation nowhere to be found as he grabbed your legs and pressed them towards your chest, mouth already parted before he even got close. No warning when his lips kissed your clit, feeling it twitch and pulse under his touch. His hand kept your pussy spread open for him, with Kento’s body adjusting to hold open your legs. He heard your hushed sounds, arm reaching closer to force your head down, “ You have to focus. You need to get the full experience of what a heat is like for a sweet omega like you.”
No one could even question the words coming out of Kento, not when Renji had decided to move his mouth lower to press his tongue into you. His nose bumped into your clit with each movement of his head, bucking closer to his mouth. Renji’s brown eyes looked up at you, groaning when he felt your slick land on his taste buds. His tongue had pressed into different spots, seeing which stroke of his tongue caused you to buck and squirm.
You could feel something hot press against your back, all while lips placed kisses and small sucks to your throat. Kento was more talkative than usual, stuck by your ear as his eyes were locked to the same place you were looking at. “ Make sure you tell him what feels good.” A kiss to your temple, something so soft in comparison to your surroundings. Renji’s eyes were closed, dragging his tongue out to glide over your folds. Sloppily kissing up to your clit before sucking it hard with a shake of his head.
Your legs tried to close, but the blonde behind you tsked. “ Renji, do that again.” Kento looks past you, staring at his friend when Renji shakes his head again, with a suck on your clit. More dripped out and coated his chin, a growl coming from his throat whenever his tongue would seep back down. Renji could barely get enough, mouth moving down to taste everything you gave him.
Kento stared, almost like he wanted to take Renji’s spot, yet a different idea came into his mind. Kento leaned forward, moving your body with him as you watched his hand wrapped in Renji’s hair. The sudden grip on his scalp, pulling a sound from Renji’s throat that he wasn’t expecting. None of you were. “ Stick out your tongue.” Kento had told him, pulling him closer as if there were space. Renji’s tongue was pressed against your slit, your eyes watching the blonde move his head up and down, your hips almost following the movement. “ Ken, what are you-”
“ Hush and focus.” His voice was sharp and directed at you. “ I want to watch you fall apart with his mouth.” Kento didn’t recognize himself, nor could he understand why he had a sudden fixation on watching Renji pleasure you. He doesn’t know why he had to control the exact way Renji’s tongue glides against your soaking core. Let alone, why was Renji letting him get away with it to begin with?
Maybe your taste was clouding his judgment, just enjoying the way you started to use his mouth to get off. His towel has long since slipped off, idle hand moving to stroke himself in time with your hips. Even when Renji pressed his tongue back inside, Kento still used his grip to push and pull Renji into you. “ Please, just like that!~” You moaned, hands grabbing at a forearm that’s holding you down. “ I’m right there.” You weren’t lying. Renji’s tongue kept moving, pressing into all the right spots that made your body shake with excitement.
Kento moved Renji’s head faster against you, keeping him in the exact spots he wanted him. From sucking at your clit all the way to tongue fucking you and tasting your sweetness. Renji’s senses were already a mess. He’s gone through his heat fine and been around other omegas, but this? Oh, your scent was driving him mad!
Renji’s mouth came back to your clit, mouth moving sloppy and fast. Your moans topple over wobbly lips, hip bucking when Renji’s suck again, finally falling apart for the first time of the night. Renji’s mouth moved on his own, going against the grip in his hair to taste what you dripped out. The taste goes straight south, and he feels himself twitch in his hand.
You were trying to focus again, feeling Kento move your body as he leaned forward. “Let me get a taste,” Kento asked, still using the hand that had a firm grip in his hair to pull Renji’s face up to meet him. You watched Kento turn Renji towards him, mouth moving to slot against his in a kiss Renji wasn’t expecting. Renji hummed, feeling his own mouth move against his as he shared your taste. The kiss wasn’t long; both pulled away soon after, and the grip in Renji’s hair was gone. Both of them stared at one another before Renji turned his head to look back at you. A boyish look on his face as you now noticed the wet chin and lips, despite how much Kento tried to clean with his tongue. “ You wanna have a taste too?” Renji asked, barely giving you a chance to respond as he pulled you into his space, mouth pressing into yours as you kissed him back. His kiss was as sloppy as his mouth on your pussy, making you buck into nothing the longer I went on. “ I need to have more of you two.”
Everyone was shifting around until you had them both back in your bed. You made Kento lie down on his back before they both watched you swing your leg over his upper body. He sucked in a breath, finally seeing the aftermath of Renji’s efforts. Thighs sticky and glistening in spit and your release, and suddenly Kento was parched. Eyes so zoned in on the hole that kept twitching for attention, he almost missed the feeling of your hands touching him. You eased him out of his pants, grateful for the drawstring as his hips raised to let you pull his pants down to his thighs. The same heat that was grinding against your core was now twitching in your face, making your mouth water as you placed kisses at the tip. It was all you did, kissing up and down his length, tongue peeking out to tease, and hearing the deep growl that radiated through his chest. “ I don’t have the patience for teasing.” Kento grunts, “Don’t play with your food.”
It’s like his words held magic in them, your mouth opening to take the tip past your lips, swirling your tongue as you take more into your mouth. Renji was kneeling on the bed beside your head, a hand reached up to stroke his length, and his hips bucked into your soft palm. Was the angle awkward? Yeah, it was. But the sounds you were pulling from them were all the motivation you would need. You tried to tune into each pant and groan pulled, noting what makes them tick and spasm as Kento brought your hips firmly down on his greedy mouth. A moan muffled when Kento mirrored Renji’s moves, tongue pressing and swirling inside as he only seemed to grow inside of your mouth.
His hands kept you spread open, not wanting to miss a single spot as you took more of him down your throat. “ Atta girl! Keep it up.” Renji grinned, hips thrusting into your hand as he reached for you. His mouth pulls you off towards his, tip pushing past spit-covered lips as he treats your mouth the same way he treated your hand. Your jaw relaxed as your tongue slipped out, looking up to stare back at the scarlet-haired man. It almost felt like he sped up the second you stared back, like a challenge to see who would give in.
Soon, your head moved without Renji, making you grind your hips down onto Kento’s face, and your nose was smacked with the scent of citrus and something muskier. It only made you grind harder into his mouth as you bobbed, still reaching for his length to not exclude him. But Kento didn’t care, not when he was getting smothered by your plush thighs and your pussy drowning him.
And it wasn’t even an exaggeration at the slightest. Kento’s mouth and chin were drenched already, tongue barely getting a break or coming up for air. He didn’t need air when his senses were getting overwhelmed by you. He didn’t think he could get this hard from tasting you, yet his dick stood tall in your palm. Renji looked down, seeing how much of your attention he stole. His hands grabbed at your head, pulling you off completely with spit connecting between. “ We both started enjoying ourselves a bit. Let’s make sure Kento gets the same treatment. He’s been patient too.”
The blonde barely listened, but he did feel your mouth take him back down into your mouth, sighing at the feeling. You still felt Renji’s hands guide you up and down, making sure you took more each time you came back down. Kento felt more and more of himself fit into your mouth, making the movements with his mouth slow as he gets wrapped in the tight heat that’s your throat. His head pulls away, groaning as he feels your head bob.
Renji and Kento were close in length, but there was some girth at the base, making your jaw stretch in a way you weren’t prepared for. But Renji was starting to think for you anyway. “ C'mon, Ken. Use that throat of hers.” Renji watched the man’s legs bend underneath you, Renji’s hand keeping your mouth in place when Kento first thrusted up. You gagged a bit, still trying to stay there as Kento fucked up into your mouth like he would die without it.
Spit dripped out of your mouth and down Kento’s length, down his pelvis and thighs to reach the bed. Even with all the experience he had, he’s never had oral this sloppy, this messy. But, oh, does Nanami Kento and his wolf love every second of it. “ Like that…” Kento panted out, hips thrusting up fast before he pulled his mouth back on your pussy. “ God, keep sucking me like that.”
Renji had shifted his hands, one still holding your head in place as the other dipped between, hands tentatively touching the heavy balls that swung from each thrust. Hips stuttered when he felt the second hand, much larger than yours, massaging him, and Kento couldn’t keep thrusting at the combination. Kento tried to go back to pleasuring you, wanted to get a taste of you cumming on his tongue, but gosh, you made it difficult. You both did. But he didn’t want either of you to stop. Kento inhaled whatever oxygen he could take before bringing your hips back to his mouth, with a strength that startled you.
There wasn’t a need to ride his face when the man was doing it for you, dragging your pussy back on his tongue. Your moans muffled as Renji managed to finally get you to swallow the whole thing, your mouth close to his hand that was still fondling his balls. Your throat constricted too well, and with just the right press of Renji’s fingers, Kento was in a losing battle. The feeling of your throat around him and the touches from Renji, all while the scents in the room drove him past a point he doesn’t think he’ll recover from. His hips bucked once, twice before you felt cum pour straight down your throat, a groan leaving him as he still flicked his tongue.
Renji’s grip was gone, letting you come up to just the tip, trying to swallow down the sudden treat Kento gave you. The taste and the way his scent spiked made it easy for you to ride out your second orgasm, giving Kento something to drink down all the same. Renji leaned back down, hand gripping your chin, pupils blown out as he watched your eyes meet his again. “ Open up for me.” Renji’s fingers pressed into your cheek, making your mouth open as he leaned in to kiss you. Your arms came up to wrap around his tattooed neck, getting pulled off and away from the blonde, trying to catch his breath and savor the taste of your juices that still covered his lips and chin.
“ No more waiting. I can’t last any longer.” Renji kissed and nipped your lips, tasting you and Kento on his tongue as he gathered your legs in each arm before standing with you both. “ First, Ken now you?! Don’t I weigh too much?” You questioned, feeling his tip nudge right at your entrance. Renji frowned at you, as if you had insulted his pride. “There are other things you need to worry about.” Renji's grip loosened just a bit, letting your body sink down on him, “ Like trying to take all of me in.” It was a slow sink down, Renji’s eyes watching your face and trying his hardest not to thrust the rest of himself in, like his wolf wants.
The second your body started to get stretched by Renji, all things coherent were getting pushed away. Nails digging into his shoulders when he pulled out halfway to push more of himself in, and you both moaned. “ Of course, you’re tight too.” Renji grits out, holding you in place for his hips to slam up into you. Brown eyes never leave your face, too focused on how your eyes try to flutter closed. “ Renji!~” Your moan was drawn out, and each moan only fueled the man’s pride and ego, pulling your body into his hips. You leaned forward, mouth near his neck and collar, taking long inhales of his scent in your nose. A sweet smell similar to a ripe mango and something woodsy, making you whimper against his skin, all while his tip was pressing deep inside. Your walls squeezed him, only making him want to go deeper.
Kento had since moved, sitting up to watch you both as he stroked his sensitive dick, slowly growing again in his hands. Renji’s hair cascaded down his back, tattoos covered in a light film of sweat as he held a cocky grin on his face. “ You back with us, Ken?” Renji’s tone was playful, looking over his friend as his hips kept going. “ You tapped out before the real fun started.” He watched the blonde’s brows furrow at his words before Kento watched him slow down, walking you both back to the bed.
Your back touched the sheets again, feeling Renji push open your legs to get your knees closer to your head. Kento was on your left, still watching you two, but he was now listening to what Renji was saying. Renji pulled back out before slamming back in and sucks in a breath when you squeezed him. “ Might have been a good thing for you.”
Renji’s wolf couldn’t help but brag. He not only got to taste you first, but he already has you falling apart on his cock. Hands grabbing at whatever they could as your senses were buzzing. It’s like every time he goes back in, he’s pressing into a spot that feels way too good. Your poor sheets didn’t stand a chance for a heat like this. And Renji knew it after every stroke he gave. “ If you thought her throat was tight, her pussy is a vice.”
“ So what are you saying, Abarai?” Kento spoke slowly, but the tone was evident. He sat up more in bed, barely two feet apart from Renji, even as his hips didn’t stop moving. Kento kept his eyes trained on the other man, despite his hand reaching down to grope at your chest, thumb rolling around your nipple. “ I prefer when people are direct.”
Renji’s teasing almost stopped completely, sensing that there was something different about his friend of many years. He knew the man wasn’t a pushover, but he usually ignored whatever he said or dryly responded back. At most, a verbal jab that is playful in every sense of the word. But his tone wasn’t playful, yet held no malice. An enigma all of a sudden to his wolf, yet he couldn’t focus on that solely. Not when your hands tried to push at his stomach. “ Ren…slow do-mmph!~” Words dying out on his fingers, stuffing themselves inside your mouth. “ Wrong answer, lil omega.”
Drunk on your scent and still a fucking bully.
Renji’s attention was back on you, not even noticing how Kento had disappeared from the room briefly. He simply leaned back down to stare at your face, fingers pressing into your tongue as you gagged on his thick digits. His hips didn’t stop even when he felt a new wave of your wetness hit his pelvis. Renji grinned when he felt your tongue suck at his fingers, hips rolling deeper into you. “ See? Isn’t it nice when you don’t have to think?” Your head nodded in response, eyes faintly seeing Kento come back into your room. The tattooed man still paid no mind to his surroundings, fully focused on you. “ How much more do you think you can take?”
“ I wanted to ask you that too.” Kento’s voice had rung from behind him, his voice too close to his ear, and he felt a hand on his lower back. Renji’s hips stilled inside, hearing the whine that left you as a hand reached between their bodies. Fingers coating themselves with your wetness before bringing that hand back. “ The hell are you-“ Renji tried asking, feeling a sudden pressure at the back of his neck, and his body fell forward at the waist. “ Hush. You’ve done enough talking for now.” Renji felt his fingers touch somewhere he wasn’t used to. A spot he never even touched himself.
The pad of his finger circled his rim, feeling it twitch at the touch. He kept it up, using his body to keep Renji sandwiched between you both. “ Don’t stop making our omega feel good. You didn’t give up already?” Kento questioned, only to chuckle when he felt the man’s hips move again. But this time, each stroke is slow and deliberate. Kento’s finger circles a few more times before pressing one inside, and Renji audibly gasps. “ Ken—you…”
His finger moved slowly, pressing back and forth inside as Kento listened for any discomfort in his voice. It’s like Renji’s voice was stuck in his throat, cheeks only a few shades lighter than his hair. Renji twitched when he felt it press deeper, a growl coming from his throat. “ Aren’t we... supposed to take…care of her?” Renji’s voice was shakier now, feeling a second finger press in easier than he wanted to admit. Kento hummed, spotting his face peek over the redhead’s shoulder. “ Yeah, we are. But, your wolf is too mouthy for me.” Kento answered, scissoring his fingers inside and feeling the way he squeezed around him, “ But you're more respectful back here.”
“ S-shut up, asshole.” Renji grits out even as his hips push back into his hand, despite your walls clenching to keep him inside. Even when his fingers picked up more speed, you felt Renji’s dick twitch deep inside of you. The feeling made you giggle, gaining their attention again. “ He likes it a lot~ᥫ᭡” You grinned, looking at Kento, and you felt like the man knew what you were saying. Kento’s palm pressed into Renji’s back, keeping him flush with your front. “ Let’s help him like it better, hm?” His fingers pulled out slowly, tearing at the condom that he had placed nearby. He rolled it down, rubbing at his rim before he moved closer. That’s when Renji felt something nudge at him, something thicker than just some fingers. “ Kento, you know I was just teasing you, right?” Renji tried to barter, brain and body confused on whether he could even handle so much at once.
But his scent said something else. It was muddled together like your bodies, your arms reaching to wrap under his as Kento moved closer. He rubbed his tip against his rim, spit slipping down his lips, and landed between them. “ Yeah, I know you were teasing.” Kento pressed his tip closer until he felt himself slip an inch inside, his voice sounding rougher, “But some pups need a harsher lesson so they’ll know better.” He didn’t stop pressing deeper inside, your eyes glued to Renji’s facial expressions. The man was flustered to all hell; flushed cheeks, heartbeat racing from your closeness, but his scent sweetened in a way that made you press back into his throat. “ So good, Renji~ᥫ᭡ Got to have a taste before me.” You kissed him, trying to relax the man, when Kento stopped halfway, hands rubbing at his hips.
“ God---this is…” Renji tried to speak, feeling Kento pull out of him before pressing back, and his hips flexed, making him rut into you. Every thrust from Kento knocked Renji’s hips back into yours. “ Use your hips, Abarai. You have to be a good Alpha to our Omega here.” Kento talked down to Renji, feeling the man clench around him, and he resisted digging his nails into his tattooed hips. But he did move Renji’s hips along with his, just to thrust back into you, and pull moans from your throat.
Renji’s brain was going to lose it. He could practically feel each spasm coming from your pussy, squeezing and drowning him in your wetness, so that he doesn’t know where he stops or ends. But then,the feeling of Kento’s weight pressed against him as his hips sped up, pushing more of Kento’s dick inside. Being in the middle of them both while his body was being stimulated was a lot, and it was only going to get crazier. Especially when Kento bends at the knees to angle his hips, thrusting up and pulling a whimper from Renji. “ Did that hurt?”
“ Again…” Renji’s voice was barely above a whisper, his hips pressing back when he did it again, and you felt him twitch inside again. Your mouth moved to his ear, tone teasing as you nipped the shell of his ear. “ Oh cute, he found your prostate, huh?” Renji couldn’t even answer when Kento thrusts at the same spot again after noting how his scent didn’t change. He kept hitting the same spot, and Renji’s face pressed into the sheets nearby. His hips were barely pulling out of you, letting Kento be in charge of moving. Renji doesn't even think his legs would work right now if he did.
The blonde leaned forward, hips pressing him deeper, and he had to let out a shaky breath. “ Still with us, Abarai? Don’t tap out before the real fun starts.” Kento didn’t even hide the smirk on his lips, scent flaring out as he moved faster, pulling moans from both of you. His hand went back to Renji’s fiery locks, tangling a fist in them and pressing his face into the mattress more. He could only rut into you as Kento's thrusts got meaner, knocking right into his prostate so meticulously that each hit added another star behind his eyes that threatened to roll into his skull. Kento pulled his head back up. “Baby, how does our friend look now?”
Your eyes glanced up, enjoying how pretty and disheveled Renji currently looked. He was barely surviving by getting drunk off your scent, but now he looked worse for wear than you. “ Ren isn’t gonna last much longer.” You laughed lightly, pulling the man into a kiss that he slowly returned as he hummed against your lips.
“ So what do you want Renji to do? We’re supposed to make you feel good.” Kento slowed a bit, just for Renji’s hips to wiggle. You thought about it while your brain cleared for a small second. “ Doesn’t matter. Just wanna watch him fall apart when he cums.” You answered, feeling Renji move his hips forward to get inside of your pussy and then press his hips back into Kento’s hips when he pulls out.
Kento let the man move on his own, his hand still firm in Renji’s hair to keep him in your line of sight. His arms braced on either side of your body, all while his hips rutted back and forth, brain muddled and mushed into an overstimulated mess. “ FuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyou—” Renji’s words came out rushed and fast, cursing at you both for attacking him at once. But god, it was amazing. His body was buzzing, and he felt himself twitching too much now. “So close~”
“ Renji~ You're gonna let me see how bad we ruined you, right?” Your tone is giggly, too zoned in on your friend, “ You gonna cum for me in here, right?” A hand runs down to your belly, pressing where you were feeling him inside, and his hips stutter. Kento immediately picked up where he left off, slamming his hips into Renji, and he choked out a sound. A hand reached back to grab at his forearm, wanting to pull him in closer as he felt himself on the edge. “ Hit that spot again,” Renji asks, tone low like he was trying to focus on speaking coherently.
“ Act like you have manners and I will.” Kento grinned, scent flaring and pulling a sound from you both. Renji doesn’t like to fold so easily when challenged, but the man had no fight left. Not at this point. “ Ken, please~ I need to cum in her so badly.” Voice scratchy from his moans, you could see his pupils blown out and cheeks flushed to all hell. You could even see some drool slip from down his chin. “ I need this.”
Kento hums, hips picking up a speed that barely gives Renji room to adjust, “ Then let our lil omega watch how deprived you are. Cumming from getting fucked by another Alpha. How pathetic.” The comment shouldn’t have turned him on. It shouldn’t have made his hips fight to move desperately with his own. His tip knocked into his prostate a few more times before the man stills, feeling the warm spurts of his cumming while Kento fucked him through it. You watched the man get pushed into overstimulation, cum getting pushed back and forth inside until Kento finally showed some mercy.
His hand released Renji’s hair, finally letting the man’s body fall forward again. Your hands came up to rub his shoulders, feeling him shift when Kento pulled out of him slowly with a few rubs to his hips. You kissed at whatever parts of his face you could reach, mumbling praises as the man couldn’t move but so much. Yet he still used his strength to pull out of you with a hiss, dick feeling the cool air after being inside of you for so long. Felt so good that he might have to ask about cockwarming on another day.
Kento had removed the condom he wore, his dick still standing tall against his stomach. His hand was wrapped around his shaft, giving small tugs as he stared back at your messy entrance. “ I didn’t forget about you either.” When you looked at Kento. He seemed more relaxed, but there was a clear edge to him. Something you rarely even see when he comes home pissed off over a manager at work. But even in his relaxed state, with the lingering smell of citrus clouding your thoughts enough to miss how close he was to you again. His hand moved, one to cup the side of your face while the other splayed out on your tummy. “ I can’t calm down until I get another taste of you.” You leaned into his palm, scent fluttering as your thighs pressed together again. “ Then hurry up, Ken. Procrastinating doesn’t look good on you.”
He gave you a smile, a wicked one that should have let you know how depraved the man was. Especially when the soft hand switched over to your throat, leaning back to kiss you, and felt how you submitted to him. It only made him hungrier, pulling his lips away to flip you over to your hands and knees. His hands went to your waist, keeping you arched as he was able to slip inside you with no resistance.
This wasn’t the same Nanami Kento who was worried about your well-being, or at least it didn’t feel like it with how sudden his thrust became deep and crazed. Like whatever last bit of restraint had snapped off the moment he was able to finally slip into your pussy. He didn’t care if you were reaching back to ask for mercy. He didn’t care that you tried to crawl up the bed away from the deep strokes that curved into you. He didn’t even care about the pleading “ Kenᝰ.ᐟ” in between broken moans and sobs.
A growl rumbled in his chest, hand moving from your waist to the center of your back to keep you planted where he wanted you, “ Don’t run from me.” His other hand pulled you back to the edge of the bed. “I know you can last for me, right?” It was a question that you weren't even sure you could answer, yet your body spoke for you. Hips shaking and trying to press back against him, and at this point, he let out a laugh. “ You and Renji are too similar.”
The red-haired man was lying on the side, pillow under his head as he watched his friends lose themselves in the woes of pleasure. Your face was pressed into the sheets, your mouth opened, and you were begging for something that you probably didn’t even know. “ Fuckᝰ.ᐟ Kento pleaseᝰ.ᐟ”
“ Use your words.” Kento wasn’t even looking at you, eyes stuck on the mess that coated you both. From your slick to the cum that started to slip out from his crazed pace, it was like a motivation to have you fall apart one last time. “ Tell your Alpha what you need.” His words only made your body buzz, whining in response. Yet you still tried to articulate, trying to even think of the proper sentence when he was pushing you towards delirium.
His pace was something carnal even, Renji feeling how the bed moved with each thrust. Damn near bottoming out every time he pressed in, just to pull out and see himself covered in a mixture of fluids that emphasized the skin-slapping sound. Even when the words couldn’t say it, your hips still matched his greed, meeting his thrusts and pulling a groan from him. “ Doesn't make sense…” He mumbled to himself, leaning his body over yours, which only pressed him into the spots that made your toes curl. “ I feel insatiable when inside of you.”
You took in a breath, words coming out in a whine, proper thoughts gone, “ Alpha~ᥫ᭡ I want it inside too~ᥫ᭡ ” Hips wiggling more as you continued, “ Need it in the same spot Renji was at.” The blonde had to suck in a breath, feeling his sanity try to leave him in that second as the fleeting thought of knotting you flashed in his mind before shaking his head. No, not today. He’s not that selfish. “ I can do that, baby. Last a bit more for me.”
Kento mirrored Renji from before, thrusting in deep but not at the same crazy pace. But it was more than enough to get you to moan out again. Hearing the low praises and words from Kento only brought you closer; you felt your tummy twist at the thought of another orgasm. But you needed this one, not wanting it to stop until you feel it again. Lips at your shoulder, and you clenched when his tip knocks into your cervix every time. Kento made sure Renji could still see your face, almost like an olive branch from earlier. Renji watched the way you fell apart underneath the same friend who ruined them both. Even as the blonde leaned down to your ear, her eyes glanced back to the other alpha. “ Fall apart for us.”
And that is exactly what you did. Your scent becomes its sweetest as you cum around Kento, feeling his ruts inside of you with a few pants and growls mixed in. Fucking through your release as your mind blanked for a second, only moaning when you felt him cum inside of you and keeping himself bottomed out so it doesn’t spill. You felt arms wrap around your center, pulling you close before flipping to the side, facing Renji fully.
His face wasn’t a few shades from his hair color anymore. His breathing has gone back to normal, and he doesn’t look as drunk on your scent as before. He saw your hands reach out, and inched himself closer, despite still feeling sore. Which prompted him to kick the man’s leg. You heard the man behind you grumble as Renji spoke again, “So?...” He draws out, making your eyes focus on him fully, “ What are we calling this now?”
You thought over his question before giving a shrug of your shoulders, “ I mean, I’m not treating y’all any differently. But did you want it to be different?” You felt the arm around your center tighten just a bit, feeling his chin brush your shoulder. “ We can talk about it more when our heads aren’t as clouded.”
Renji huffed at the man, “ Oh? Is that why you decided to take my virginity today?” You snickered, hand covering your mouth. “ Why would you say it like that?!” You asked through giggles.
“ How else am I supposed to say it?” Renji points at you as Kento clears his throat, “ Well, you didn’t seem to hate it.” The glare the man gave was halfhearted as you pulled Renij closer, “ Anyways, there’s something more important than that right now.”
You felt both of their eyes on you, waiting for whatever else you had to say next. “ I still want some more, so don’t think I’m letting you two leave just yet.” Both men glanced at one another before both letting up a smile. A kiss was planted on your shoulder as Renji pulled at one of your arms, feeling himself get hard all over again.
“ Fine by me, but I don’t want any complaints later.” Renji grins as you feel Kento nod. “ That’s something I can agree with.”
Before this week ends, I'm dropping something for Pride but it's also a gift for my Twin/ Pookie 🫶🏽 My fav gemini asked for something for the Pansexuals and ask me to deliver her something with Renji and Nanami. Been a minute since I wrote something like this, so I'm rusty but fuck it we ball
I do have something else thats wlw based too! So look forward to that too!
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ dad!toji witnesses his son’s first steps and it nearly makes the grown man cry.
“gumi, look here,” you coo at your child who’s sitting in his playpen. you’re laying against some stuffed animals, too tired to move after doing all kinds of chores. the baby looks up at you with curious eyes and you take your chance to make a silly face.
megumi giggles and responds by throwing a small toy your way. it accidentally hits your head, though luckily it isn’t anything too heavy.
toji, who laid lazily on the opposite side of the playpen, watches the scene unfold. he grins once he sees you rub the spot on your forehead, “oi, megumi, careful with y’r mama.”
you chuckle, dropping the dramatic act. you ruffle megumi’s hair a bit before standing up. a yawn escapes your lips and you stretch your arms above your head—clearly in need of a break.
“i’m gonna take a quick nap, honey,” your eyes meet toji’s. your husband nods and sits up with a groan. he’s also sleepy, but he knows that you did most of the work today. he’ll gladly watch over megumi while you rest and regain your energy.
megumi starts to fuss the moment you step out of the playpen. his tiny hands reach out to you—the little boy clearly too attached to his mother. toji shakes his head and effortlessly picks his son up and puts him on his lap, “naw, y’re stuck with me buddy. mama’s gotta rest.”
megumi squirms around and whimpers. he’s clearly not interested in his dad at the moment. toji sighs and tries his best to keep the baby still, but to no avail.
“mama! mama!” the baby’s cries for you breaks your heart. you stop a a couple steps away and turn around with a pout. you notice how megumi is kicking his legs, thrashing around in toji’s arms in attempt to free himself.
you sigh and crouch down, “gumi, mama’s sleepy. . papa’s gonna play with you, okay?”
megumi, of course, does not understand what you mean. he thinks you’re leaving him alone and it causes him to wail loudly. you’re about to console your son, but backtrack when you notice how megumi’s starting to stand up on his own.
his chubby legs are barely holding his body weight up. the balance is hard to find for the baby, yet he still does his utmost best. he nearly trips from just standing.
even toji looks on with wide eyes and a hint of a prideful grin on his lips. he’s silently encouraging his son in his head.
“ma..ma,” megumi babbles. he almost topples over, but toji’s quick reflexes come in handy. a big hand keeps the baby standing straight. the dark-haired man carefully lets go again, however keeps his hand near his son’s body. just in case.
neither toji nor you could believe what was happening. you both watch in awe as megumi’s left foot moves forward—the right one copying that same movement.
your precious boy, taking his first steps right in front of you both to witness. it’s a heartwarming sight. you hold your breath and toji’s lips part slightly. your husband has yet to grasp why this scene in front of him makes him feel so. . . giddy on the inside.
“c’mon! come to mama!” you squeal excitedly and open your arms, encouraging megumi to your best ability.
the tiny boy giggles and moves his limbs as fast as they could go. his chubby hands flail around as he quickly walks over to you.
toji stares at his family and that’s when it hits him; how much he loves this peaceful life. his son just achieved another great milestone that he had the honour of witnessing firsthand. it made him happy that he chose this path instead of the more ‘darker’ one.
it also nearly causes your husband to shed some tears from pure joy. but, toji didn’t want to seem too ‘soft’. even if he secretly is for his wife and child.
toji coughs subtly. totally not to get rid of the irritating lump in his throat. a ghost of a smile appears on his face while he got up, immediately moving towards megumi and you.
“good job, kiddo,” toji says as he puts his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. he stares down at megumi in your arms—the little boy getting drowned in kisses and compliments.
your ears twitch. there’s no denying it; the faint crack in toji’s voice. you give your kid a break from your overwhelming affection and tilt your head back. your eyes meet your husband’s.
you grin when you see how he quickly avoids your gaze. something he never does unless he’s. . .
“gonna cry?”
toji rolls his eyes at your question. he ignores your teasing by trying to change the subject. he focuses on megumi who’s still going absolutely wild in your embrace—cutely demanding more praise and kisses.
“daddy can also give ya some kisses, y’know,” toji pokes megumi’s cheek, fascinated by the plush fat. the baby stops babbling the moment his dad talks to him. he looks up at toji and then back at the finger still prodding at his cheek.
megumi opens his mouth and doesn’t waste a single second. he goes for a playful bite, though his little baby teeth do no real damage, “yumm.”
you giggle at the way megumi frowns at toji, his teeth holding tightly onto toji’s fingertip. it’s time for your husband to take over the dramatics now.
“hey, that ain’t so nice now,” toji hisses and leans forward until his face is right in front of megumi—a similar frown on both the dad and son’s faces. they really do look alike now that you see them both from up close again.
megumi only bites down more on the finger in his mouth and toji reacts to that by feigning his anger. it’s amusing to see how neither of them gives up first.
but, it’s also rather cute to see how the father-son dynamic plays out in cozy family moments like these.
your eyes focus back on toji’s face and you can’t help but smile to yourself. he’s a good husband and father; always there for the both of you. his own way of showing support for megumi’s first steps is rather heartwarming. plus, the playful banter between the two never fails to make any moment all the more precious.
“toji, babe, you can’t just hold megumi like that.”
you had left your husband and one year old son alone to go to the kitchen and returned a minute later, only to find toji holding your child like he’s holding onto a grocery bag.
“why not? kid seems pretty happy ‘bout it.” toji shrugs nonchalantly, looking down at the baby, “look at ‘m.”
your eyes move to focus on megumi, whose limbs are kicking around in the air, the back of his romper being held by toji’s rough hand. your son seems fine; no cries or protests. in fact, he’s happily sucking on his pacifier and those blue eyes of his are shining like he’s having the time of his life.
“see, told ya,” toji smirks as he sees the surprise on your face because of how content megumi is in such an uncomfortable-looking position, “no need to worry. ‘m strong enough not to drop him.”
you can’t help but roll your eyes and walk over to the couch, sitting down. you have a small bowl of food and a spoon ready to feed your child, “thanks. you can hand ‘gumi over now though. need to feed him.”
toji raises an eyebrow as he looks at the baby food. he sits beside you, placing megumi on his lap before grabbing the plate and utensil from your hands, “i can do it.”
he goes ahead and scoops up some mushed food, which is way too much for one bite. especially for a literal child.
“alright lil’ buddy, open up,” toji hums and guides the big bite to megumi’s mouth. your son parts his lips with a happy expression, taking in the food, but not without leaving a small mess around the corners. it’s expected to happen since his mouth had only so little capacity.
“tha’s my boy,” your husband grins before feeding the poor child another huge bite. more than half of it got smeared onto megumi’s chubby cheeks; his romper also catching some drops that fell from his lips.
though, that didn’t matter to toji. all that matters is that megumi isn’t making a fuss and that he’s happily munching on the food that he’s given.
the mess being made is of little importance to toji. the fact that he ‘succeeded’ in doing such a small task without making his son cry, is enough of an achievement for now.
“damn, i’m gettin’ pretty good at this parenting stuff, don’cha think?” toji snickers.
…well, it seems like he still has a long way to go for it to be considered ‘good’ enough by your standards. you’re glad he is trying at the very least.
The sound of the room’s clock ticked in the background, along with the sound of your manicured nails on the keyboard. When you glanced to your left, you saw it was ‘6:37pm.’
You glanced back at the man across from you, noting his fixed focus on the project you were assisting him with. His glasses were low on his nose, and his brown eyes were fixated on the screen. Blond hair parted on the right before your stare broke away when he exhaled deep within his chest. It gave the perfect opportunity to hide your sudden halt, “Are you okay, sir?”
Nanami reached for the coffee that he shouldn’t be drinking, shaking his head before taking a sip. You forced yourself not to stare at the bob of his Adam’s apple before he placed the cup back down. “You want my honest opinion?”
“Always.”
“No, I’m still pissed at that white haired bastard.” He grits out in that deep timber of his voice, “He didn’t even give me a warning.” Your laugh made his shoulders relax just a bit.
Nanami rarely relaxed with anyone, let alone break from his calm and stoic demeanor in the office. Now, your boss wasn’t an ‘ice king’ in the slightest. Many coworkers speak highly of the overworked man, as he usually helps newcomers with a warmth you would only feel once you had a conversation with him. He carried himself in a manner that turned heads; his shoulders pulled back as he would stride across the floor in his shiny dress shoes. The well-tailored suit, steamed and meticulously fitted in a navy pinstripe, is the set for today’s look. It made sense why the girls from marketing giggled whenever he entered the break room for his second coffee run of the day, offering them a simple greeting that made their day. Shit, you were staring him down before he moved.
However, he takes pride in being able to help those beneath him when things get complicated or confusing, rarely giving himself a break from his own tasks. Usually, he plans around his own deadlines, so he can still help whenever he’s needed to ensure his personal projects are completed ahead of schedule.
Yet, Nanami can’t do that when his own boss drops some crucial tasks on him, as he informs him of the business trip he kept forgetting to tell him about. You remembered seeing the irritation etched on his brow when he came back out of his office.
“Do you need me to take another section? I don’t want you overworking yourself again, sir.” Your tone leveled as you gently tilted the laptop screen, “You do a lot for our department, and many people go to you for support.”
Nanami gave a sigh as he leaned back in the office chair that lightly creaked with his weight, “Most of our staff are efficient in how they handle their workloads. Some more than others. So long as I see effort and minor errors, I’ll give the wiggle room for growth.” He leaned back, prepared to type again, when he saw your nails on the back of his laptop before pushing it to close gently.
“But as your assistant of two years, I would appreciate it if you leaned on me to properly aid you in any endeavors like this before they arise.”
Tired eyes glanced up at your smile. A smile that Nanami felt himself growing insanely weak for makes him want to lose his composure. A smile that he never gets tired of seeing when you greet him in the morning. A smile he sees when you bring him his coffee and notices your lil doodles and messages for him on the cup, giving him a pick me up whenever he glances at it. Yet your smile seems the biggest whenever he thanked or praised your hard work, even though you’re telling him you’re just ‘doing your job.’
But that was another thing about you. Nanami remembered when he was told that you would work underneath him to aid in his workload and assignments, as well as take on delegated responsibilities of your own. Your resume was decent, along with your degree and high-standing recommendations, which helped secure your position at Infinity Inc. He even recognized one of their long-time business associates’ names there, with whom you interned before. By all means, you were a perfect fit.
It’s a word that Nanami rarely likes to throw around for numerous reasons. But as he watched your work speak for itself, the paper load on his desk was cut in half, and it was already scanned into files and faxed. As he watched, people became envious that he had managed to snag a well-off assistant, who was not only well-liked but also efficient in her work. Nanami felt a slight sense of pride in his colleagues’ envy, knowing he would have felt the same if any of them had been given the same treatment.
Furthermore, the office floor knew that you two worked in a kind of harmony and rhythm that no conductor would dare to interrupt. Once both you and Nanami decide to work on something together, unless the building is on fire, everything is dead to their world. The primary goal is to ensure that the deadline is met and every paper and report is completed to the highest standards. That’s how you both found yourselves being the last ones in the office after coworkers and associates tried to say goodnight to you both, even past the custodial workers.
Nanami nodded, “You’re right. I can’t help it. I just wanted to finish this project already.”
“Well, we will finish this project together,” You added and saw the corner of his lips turn upward before glancing back at the clock, “But we both have work tomorrow, and it’s 6:52pm now.” You watched Nanami turn his head to look at the same clock. Time did fly by.
“You have a point,” The wheels of his chair glided on the plush carpet in a muffled sound as he stood, and you soon followed, adjusting your pencil skirt. Both of you were packing up your spaces, “Let me drop you off at home at least for keeping you so long. Your car’s still in the shop, right?” You hid the small smile at his attentiveness to your car, something you mentioned in passing. You put away your last item and tapped the papers on the table to even them, “If it’s not too much. I appreciate the offer.”
Nanami had his briefcase in his hand as he walked to the glass door and waited for you to close the distance before opening it and letting you walk out first. He even caught some of your perfume, and he felt his fingers flex on the leather handle, almost having him miss your words, “Can I say something that might sound odd?”
“I work with Satoru Gojo. I promise whatever you say won’t be worse.” Nanami matched his pace with yours, so you wouldn’t have to rush. Walking past the personalized cubicles in a nearly perfect stride, “I hope you find yourself a good partner that keeps you happy and stress-free.”
The words completely caught the man off guard. He couldn’t even hide it on his usually controlled face. His feet stopped the longer he listened to you. “You work really hard, and I can only do so much as your personal assistant since we work together. But I just hope that…” You trailed as you couldn’t smell his cologne, as he was still a few strides behind. It made your shoulders tighten as he stared at you with something unreadable that didn’t sway how you felt now. “...Did I speak out of line?”
Nanami cleared his throat before catching up to you, “No, you didn’t. I…just wasn’t expecting to hear that.” You cleared your own as you felt you were overstepping, yet Nanami made sure that feeling never stayed. “Continue what you were saying. I made you cut yourself off.”
You hated how it made your heart flutter. He was really too considerate for his own good! Why did he have to be your boss?!
“I was just saying that I hope…,” You tried to think of the right words as you slowed once near his office door, watching him grab his spare key once Nanami realized custodial locked it out of habit again, “I just feel like your a good man and I think you deserve a good woman that fits you like the last puzzle piece you know?”
Nanami listened to you intently even as you followed him into his office. His gaze was soft as they focused on your lips as you continued telling him about finding a good woman that Nanami feels like he has already found. Even when he lightly told his other long-time friend and manager, Suguru Geto, about his small dilemma. Suguru was very intrigued to stay the least. He knew it must have been serious if he had asked him. Nanami would only chat about select personal matters. He didn’t think his younger, overworked friend needed help with an office crush.
‘If the feelings are mutual, then to not have problems in the office, she’ll have to switch departments. Or don’t, if you think you can control yourself. A lot of people find your assistant pretty, so don’t take too long, Kento.’ He remembered how the man snickered to himself before making one last comment he wouldn’t explain, ‘But I doubt that’ll be an issue for you.’
Nanami wasn’t sure why his focus kept faltering, but he picked up when you complained that you were talking too much. His mouth moved before his brain could catch it. “I like listening to you talk.”
The room filled with a pregnant pause that both of you tried to tiptoe around, yet curiosity crept in, wondering how this would play out. You turned your body towards him, “You meant that?”
There was a slow nod, Nanami throwing hesitation out the window, “I do. And from what you said earlier, you made me realize something.”
You tilted your head a bit, the move endearing to him, “I did?”
Nanami cautiously reached out, grabbing your soft hand in his larger one, pulling you in just a bit. He was worried you wouldn’t follow him, but he could smell your perfume again in proximity. “I realized that there is a woman in my life, but I’m worried she might not be interested in me.”
You weren’t expecting to hear that, but you continued on, “Why wouldn’t she be interested? Based on the years I’ve known you, she would have to be blind to not find you handsome, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Well, she doesn’t wear glasses and I don’t think it’s contacts either,” Nanami glanced back at your face, trying to soothe the heavy thumps in his chest, “I’ve been told that she’s single, so I might ask her to go out for dinner.”
Your smile was still contagious as you spoke, happy that you weren’t going over the line. “If you want a recommendation, I know a great Italian place downtown. The wine selection is extensive, and the pasta is so fresh. It’s to die for!”
“Then what time sounds good for you?”
Your brain shut off. You blinked a few times as Nanami waited for a response. His nails dug slightly into his palm as he awaited your answer. He was prepared for the rejection. He would have been okay.
Your mouth opened and closed twice, trying to find the words before you felt Nanami release your hand that he’s been holding. You only noticed when the cool air touched the back of your hand. “Don’t feel pressured. I just thought--it was a good moment to ask. If I made you uncomfortable, I will provide a smooth transition to another department. I don’t-” Your palm raised to silence Nanami. You glanced back up, tone soft, “Do you mean it?”
“If you’re asking if I like you in the romantic, unprofessional sense, then yes, I meant it all.” Nanami swallowed the spit gathering at the back of his throat. He saw you shift your weight to your other leg before Nanami decided work wasn’t the place to keep this conversation going, slightly turning his body in the direction of the door, hand on the doorknob, “I don’t want to keep you here due to my own selfishness. We can head ho-”
“I like you, too?” You hated how your response was so unsure. You saw his sharp brows raise at your admission before releasing the door handle. “You don’t sound confident in that...”
“I’m sorry, it’s just…I wasn’t expecting you to admit something like this now. You ended up sitting down on the leather couch behind you, staring at your knees before looking back up. “I thought it was just a simple office crush where you would never know anything. I didn’t think I had a chance, outside of my dreams, if I’m honest.”
Nanami walked over to you, placing the briefcase against the leather before squatting down and looking up at you. Even his eye contact felt like a lot as you turned your head. He tried to follow your gaze, “Can you look back at me, please?” He spoke in that low, raspy voice as his thumb rubbed over the back of your knuckles. He watched you slowly turn back, still hiding, “You have the best chance out of anyone. I don’t notice the rest of the team in the same way I look at you, nor do I feel the same way about them. You make it more enjoyable to come to work and help me keep my workload manageable, which reduces my stress significantly. By your own words, would you not be the best pick?”
You felt like you were caught like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar. Nothing but complete astonishment as you weren’t expecting your genuine advice to be thrown back at you so quickly! Yes, you always hoped something could come from this, but this was your boss! All the hard work you’ve done could be ruined if you had acted before now.
You leaned forward, closing the distance just a bit, “So…you think I’m missing your puzzle piece?”
“Yes, but you have to tell me if you mean it. I won’t be an asshole and jeopardize your job. You are an exceptional worker, and I won’t have your name tarnished because of my feelings.” Nanami clarified, and it did bring a small smile to your face, “This is how you make it hard for me to not like you more.”
You felt a hand on your knee before seeing how his brown eyes stared up at you, and felt almost hypnotized by the light brown that swirled in them. You both stayed there silently, both missing how the other’s eyes flicked to the other’s lips before looking back. You shifted forward, trying to guide the situation like Nanami did before. But Nanami didn’t budge, staring with something that made your stomach do somersaults. It got worse when his hands gently cupped your face, giving you plenty of time to speak up. Even the lowly asked, ‘please’ from his lips when he got close enough, pulling you in and you couldn’t resist.
This first kiss was tentative, testing the newly crossed boundaries that you and Nanami had never planned to cross before. Even if the kiss was quick, your lips felt soft against his and he wanted to lean back in. But instead, he just held your faces close, inhaling deep through his nose to calm his heated body. A tamed kiss shouldn’t have ignited him like this. “You have to tell me. I’ll take you home right now. I need a clear answer. A yes or a no.” Your hands reached up to squeeze his wrist, calming your nerves as you had nowhere to run.
Not like you planned to, since you leaned forward to kiss him again, forcing a low sound to leave his mouth as he leaned into your kiss. You could feel your body giving in, your shoulders relaxing as he leaned forward for more. Like you were going to vanish if he pulled away. Nanami feels your hands move to his shoulders, while one of his hands slips to your nape. When you felt him pull away, you both looked at each other silently. It was almost like you both were thinking of the same thing, and it wasn’t the most work-appropriate idea.
The next few moments happened too fast for your brain to process.
From how Nanami only moved from you to ensure the door was locked. By the time you stood, he was back, strong arms wrapping around your curves and kissing you again. You have never been this close to your boss, suddenly feeling every hard ridge of his body as Nanami slowly walks you backwards, small steps in between kisses. Your fingers went under his suit jacket, feeling one of his hands move to undo the two buttons so you could slide them off his broad shoulders. The jacket fell as soon as your ass touched the edge of his desk, moving the nameplate and causing you to turn your head. That’s when you felt lips on your neck and hated how easily you were putty in his hands.
It just felt dreamlike to have him touch you like this, let alone in his office, despite how many times you mentioned to your friends in a drunken haze that you always wanted him to. His hands smoothed over your body, starting at your shoulders with a firm rub before his hands confidently glided down and gave a firm squeeze to your breasts over your clothes, earning a sigh. It’s like he was painting. Using delicate strokes of his large hands to caress your body as his mouth worked its way up your neck, he was tempted to add hues of blues and purples if not for your professional setting. “I always wondered how you feel under my hands.” Nanami’s voice bounced off your skin, and you hated how easily your legs parted for him to step closer. His brown eyes looked forward, seeing his own reflection looking back at him before your silhouette as his hands made it to your waist.
Your hands were still at his shoulders, almost scared to roam them as freely as he did. He gave you the go-ahead already. No point in being nervous now.
You first glide your hands to his arms, enjoying the feel of muscle that is clearly hidden under neutral dress shirts and heavy suit jackets. All the while, his hands massaged your hips as he tentatively toyed with the pencil skirt you wore. Your hands came back and flowed to his chest, dragging down nervous fingers as they touched his abdomen.
You were right there. You could feel the cool material of his belt buckle.
And yet, you couldn’t do anything about it as Nanami easily scooped you up, muttering a low apology for the startle as you were already getting placed back down on something softer; His leather office chair. You watch this man squat down again to his knees, his hands back on your hips, almost silently asking as he pushes your skirt up your thighs.
Brown eyes never leave, even as he placed your calves delicately on his shoulders. At the same time, he pressed the handle to have you recline back. He only looked away after you stuttered ‘yes’ and his eyes glanced down.
Nanami could hear his heartbeat in his ears as you raised your hips to pull your panties down. He only managed to get one of your legs out of your panties before his nose brushed against your clit, making you jump into his mouth as his tongue took a long drag. A hand rested on the plush of your thigh as he steadily moved his tongue back and forth, listening to your low sighs above him. The metal of his glasses contrasted with the heated skin as each move of his mouth pushed his nose against your clit before his mouth moved to touch it directly. His head followed the tight circles around your clit that he drew with his tongue, feeling the small bucks before he moved back to your entrance.
You couldn’t look down, feeling like it was a dream and you’d wake up to disappointment again. Yet, you knew this was real. You couldn’t stop fidgeting, hands traveling down to his hair and tugging, feeling him inhale against you before pulling you closer. Shit, the only reason he pulled back was just to snatch off his glasses and chuck them onto his desk in a way that made you clench around nothing. Like they were getting in the way of something more important. You couldn’t even begin to be concerned about the eyewear when his tongue pressed deep into you, nails curling along his scalp.
You wanted to speak, almost too scared to let out your voice, and your body reacted to that thought, stiffening up enough to make Nanami pull his mouth away just for a second. Even as his mouth paused getting his fill, his fingers found a way to rub your clit and make you mewl. “ If I had known you’d feel like this,” Nanami cut himself off, a faint tinge of pink dusking along his cheeks as he continued, “ But I wanna hear you too.”
You could have died right there and come back. His words had to have some sort of magic, a spell even! A spell that made your head nod as he dove back down, keeping his fingers where his mouth once more, and you shuddered. It wasn’t too long for Nanami to hear your soft moans when his fingers moved and set a pace as he scissored you. The sharp intake when he sucked your clit and pushed his fingers fully inside, massaging your g-spot, making him twitch. He could feel your calves press into his shoulder, and he grinned against your skin.
You couldn’t look away from him, his eyes closed as his tongue continued to practically make out with your clit, fingers finding a steady speed, only picking up when your moans reached his ears. His idle hand reached up, eyes peaking out to push your button up to hold you still as your hips began to buck, hand splaying on your tummy. Nanami couldn’t find himself to stop, let alone breathe, as he tried to press his face further into you. His slacks suddenly became too tight as his erection strained against him, and he heard the breathy sound of you begging him to ‘keep going’.
Nanami finally pulled his head up, blonde strands wild from your pulls as he leaned forward. Your hands wrapped around his neck when he leaned back to kiss you, swallowing your moans when he quickened his pace as a sticky sound started to echo between your thighs. Your hips bucked against him again, feeling how much your body was affecting him on your inner thigh. You had to push his head away, him quickly going back to your neck as he got to listen to your pretty moans against his shoulder as you started to ride his fingers, chasing the orgasm he could feel was coming.
Lips trailing up your throat, making their way near your ear, “I know you’re close. I want to feel it.” You almost tried to push his wrist, yet his arm remained unmoving, and a chuckle left Nanami. “Just slow down a bit…” You could barely get it out as his thumb soon added pressure to your clit in tight circles. You almost felt bad that his leather chair might be ruined by the end of it. “I’m sorry love, but I can’t.” His tone is almost needy, yet hidden in the low drawl, as his fingers kept pressing into the spot that made you squeeze down on his fingers.
“Kento, please~” You begged, for what you weren’t sure, but it felt like he understood when his mouth found yours again, your arms wrapping around his neck as you felt the way your legs spasmed around his waist. Nanami swallowed all of the moans he drew from you when he felt your back bow into him, twitching walls squeezing down so much that he almost couldn’t pull out.
You let go of his shoulders as he pulled back from you, eyes watching him unbuckle his pants like you wanted to do before, all while he brought his fingers to his mouth, and you swore his eyes fluttered closed for a second. He offered you a hand, pulling you to stand on wobbly legs as you braced your hands on the solid desk. That’s when you felt him press against you, nothing to stop you from feeling the heat radiating from you both. You both sighed when he rubbed his tip along your core, teasing you both as his lips found your shoulder, and his other hand unbuttoned your blouse.
If you weren’t so eager for this dream to come true, you’d be a bit embarrassed by how much wetter you grew as he teased you both up into you felt his tip slip lower and press past your folds. Nanami’s hand was by yours on the desk, while the other held your hip to steady you as he continued to push further into your pussy. You could feel the stretch as you sank closer to his base, feeling the way your body buzzed at the new sensation. This was even better than your dreams could conjure up.
Nanami let out a shaky breath, head resting on your shoulder, when he pulled his hips back and slammed into you deep, hearing the sudden moan that left your throat. The squeeze you put on his fingers doesn’t even compare to how it felt inside of you. He wasn’t even pulling out entirely, just until halfway before bottoming out, because he doesn’t think he can. Actually, he doesn’t want to. He could feel the way you squeezed him, and Nanami soon started to let out low, strained grunts that almost synced with you.
You were full. Sooo full, and it was almost comedic how you briefly forgot where you were when you let out a loud moan when his tip accidentally hit a spot you didn’t know was there. Something Nanami was quick to slam his hips against, now using both of his hands to pull you back into his thrusts, “If I had known you’d feel like this,” A groan cut him off before kissing his words along your heated skin, “I would have done this sooner.” Nodding your head, agreeing with him as your hips started to press back into his moving hips. You felt his hand move down, shifting your leg to rest on the edge of his desk, and that shifted the depth he reached into you.
You didn’t have time to think. You had no time to talk when you felt his hand press into your back, pushing you down on the cool oak as you soon got acquainted with your boss’s hidden strength. Nanami couldn’t help himself when he was stuck watching how your ass bounced off of his hips each time and hearing how your moans matched with how he hits your sweet spot. Hearing his name on your lips cast something on him, his hand moving without even thinking, and at first, he grabbed the back of your neck to keep you flush against the desk. The part of his mind gave just a small window for rejection before you felt fingers wrap around the front, and he felt you clench.
“Just like that…” Nanami almost didn’t recognize his own voice as he could feel how much you dripped around him and onto his desk, letting him thrust with no remorse. Your body buzzed with pleasure and could barely take it. But you wanted it so bad. Needed more than anything at this moment. The shudder from his lips on your back as his hips lazily rolled against you, his body hovering as he used his hand to tilt your head up for another kiss that you sloppily returned when you were too busy cumming around him again unannounced. Nanami stopped, stilling his hips and removing his hand while his other hand rubbed circles on your hips, easing you through your second orgasm. “Do you wish to stop here? I don’t want to push you too much.”
You immediately shook your head at him, “You didn’t cum yet. I’m not that selfish, sir.” Though your voice was shaky, he didn’t miss the playfulness at the end. He gave you another quick kiss before pulling out of you slowly, and letting out a sigh when he was out completely for the first time since he had been inside of you. He slowly shifted you to your back, this time facing him and getting a better look at your boss in all his glory.
Here he was, with blonde hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead. His tie was long gone, and his button-up was fully open, showing the peek of muscles and abs that you felt underneath with your hands earlier. All before seeing his dick that was previously stretching you open, covered in your own mess as you soon watched him line himself back up with you. His one arm kept you spread open before his other hand eased him back inside. Once he bottomed out again, he placed your legs on his hips and started a slower pace. Yet, you felt how his hips rolled against you, this time unintentionally rubbing your clit with each pass, and he saw your eyes flutter close. “Kento…there, please!~ᥫ᭡” The beg was so pretty, and Nanami didn’t even stop to think when his thumb moved to rub your clit in his place directly as his mouth came back to your neck, feeling the tiny nips as your brain turned to mush.
Maybe it was a bad idea to do this in the office. You were expecting sex with your boss to be like the fireworks and confetti in your delusions, but this was something you weren’t prepared for. This didn’t feel like the first time you two had done this. This doesn’t feel like you both confessed to each other half an hour ago. It felt like something more than that, and hearing Nanami’s praises at the same time wasn’t helping you any better when his lips moved away from your neck.
“I wish you could see how pretty you look.” You watched his eyes scan over your body carefully, all while his hips and hand hadn’t stopped, rubbing tight circles on clit with his pace getting messy as he twitched inside of you. “God, it took too long."
You almost wanted to close your legs, your pussy still sensitive from the last two orgasms he gave you, but you could tell by the knit of his brows and the way his mouth slacked open to pant, he wasn’t far behind. He could barely tell where you two started and ended, feeling the way your wall spasmed and squeezed his length, and he swore he had to fight to not cum inside you. He felt your hands pull him in, his eyes looking back to you as you had him hold eye contact with you again. Your lips were a few inches apart before you moved to his neck, similar to his earlier actions, but when Nanami felt your lips on his neck? He almost stopped completely. “Keep going,” Your tone breathy, not demanding but firm, before you felt his other hand move to fold your body on his desk, pulling you near the edge.
His hips tried to stay consistent despite the way your lips continued to place messy kisses, like how he did before, but he felt much weaker to them with the way you praised him on. His head was pressed against your shoulder as he tried not to use his full weight to slam into you, not wanting to harm you from the edge of the desk. Nanami thought he could handle himself well, but he underestimated how you would feel about him. A few more messy thrusts in your overstimulated walls, and he had to force himself to pull out of you, warm spurts of cum painting your tummy as he released a shaky breath he was holding when he finally finished.
He was holding himself up for a while as he tried to catch his breath again, slowly pushing himself away as he massaged your legs that he kept folded for so long. “I’ll clean you up. Just…give me a second.” Nanami explained as he helped you into a sitting position, your wobbly legs finally touching the floor again. You watched him walk around his office, grabbing tissues to clean you off as he massaged some of your body with his hands, making you become putty in his hand like you weren’t already. “You’re gonna make it difficult to stay casual on the clock.” You teased as he helped you put your panties back on before smoothing down your skirt.
Nanami furrowed his brow as you helped button his shirt, mentally saying goodbye to the abs hidden underneath, “Well, switching departments is still an option, so there aren’t any complications at work.” You shook your head at him as you finished the last button. “That’s not what I’m worried about. More so, my productivity will be affected because I’ll be thinking about this on the clock, but I’ve never been afraid of difficult assignments.” You adjusted your shirt back, trying to smooth out most of the wrinkles, as Nanami helped you walk out of the office. The lights were long since turned off, and the nearby clock displayed ‘7:57pm’. “Oh god, we’ve been in here for an extra hour.”
Nanami couldn’t stop the grin on his lips, more relaxed than he’s been in a while, as you two made it to the elevator. “Maybe I indulged myself a little too much. I was a bit eager when you let me keep going.” By this point, you had found your footing again, glancing over at him as the doors opened for you both to step on, and you pressed the button for the lobby. A grin almost matching his when hearing his words, “Eager wasn’t bad at all. Exceptional work if I say so myself, sir.”
His eyes glanced to the elevator floors counting down, leaning down to place one more kiss on your lips before the doors opened, “I’ll make sure to keep it up then, but first we need to eat something before I take you home.” Nanami moved out of the way to let you walk out first before he followed, both of you waving at the security guard who lightly scolded you two for staying so late again, like the countless nights before. But unlike those other nights, you both walked closely, hands comfortably interlocked as a sign of the new boundaries you both crossed.
Structures shifted in the background as you walked around the halls of this 'Infinity Castle' that a fellow demon controlled. Japanese architecture filtering around, moving and shifting as lowly demons scattered away. Scared of the demons that were beneath your feet. You waltzed to the edge, peering down from the thousands of floors up, seeing a few specs from below to the average eye. But you saw everyone clearly.
You leaned onto the railing, eyeing the man on the higher platform who was delivering a few words to the others. Something along the lines of killing some humans. That made you move to the railing, swinging your legs over gracefully, and jumping down before you saw the fleeting glance of yellow eyes from your free fall. You could hear the cord of the biwa as a structure helped push you closer to them, your feet pushing off and creating a crater as you landed just behind the conductor of the castle.
Some of the Kizuki watched your movements while the others ignored you, dusting off the kimono from the man in front of you. Muzan continued talking, despite the feeling of your arms draping across his body. It made you grin, glancing around his body to gauge his reactions, but your eyes had drifted down. You knew they were looking up at him, but some of their eyes had drifted to you. You had waved down with a grin, the only one returning the favor was Douma. Kokoshibu didn't react, only listening to Muzan's words as if they were fair and true. But it was the short, pink-haired one who caught your eye, but you knew he avoided looking at you.
The meeting must have ended, as Kokoshibu bowed and slowly walked away. At the same time, Douma waved bye to everyone, making sure to antagonize Akaza one last time before he escaped, missing his fist. Finally, you hear Muzan call your name, making you shift your sharp gaze to him as his arm snaked around your waist, "Did you grow bored so soon?"
There was a tenderness in the way he spoke with you, having your arms slip behind his neck, "Just a little. So I started to explore. I didn't know you were having a meeting."
The tenderness leaves, replaced with annoyance, but not at you, "Upper Moon 6 have been killed. These demon slayers are becoming an eyesore, especially that damned Tanjiro Kamado." You watched his free hand flex, eyes looking somewhere different until your hand guided his face back to yours, a pout on your lips. "I don't mind killing them for you. You've been so generous since I came to your country."
"They can't know about you. Not until I've finished my tests with your blood." Muzan started, finally pulling you away through the endless halls, "If I can figure out why you don't burn, we can live forever like you."
That's how Muzan's infatuation came to be. A traveling demon from a country and land that was foreign to any of the demons here. You garnered stares, your skin darker than the region, making you a spectacle in the daytime. But then it came down to one night, the demons here thinking you're a mere human woman out too late at night. They were quickly mistaken, most of the lowly demons getting sliced by the claws on your hands. Many bewildered, not smelling Muzan's blood in you, and when the sun started to rise back up into the sky, you shockingly watched them flee. That's when Muzan was told about a demon who "didn't fear the sun"
He showed up at an inn you stayed at the next night, already sensing his presence. You remember him telling you that he was curious about how you were created and how you came to be here. He was almost in disbelief when he mentioned how he was informed about you. "For some reason, my demons believe you have no fear of the sun."
He still remembers the stretched, fanged smile on your lips as you laughed at him, "I love the sun! Have you never seen it?" That's when he realized you were truthful. He hurriedly brought you in, now intrigued by your words as you mentioned coming from a land full of sun. Muzan had never known of such things; his brain went into overdrive, and he suddenly felt grateful that you had appeared.
The man spoiled you the second you arrived. There was nothing you couldn't do or want as long as Muzan could get it for you. Even when you fawned over his lap, your kimono parting with your legs, Muzan fell victim to you and became even more obsessed as you allowed him to test your blood.
You have been enjoying your vacation here in their country, slowly meeting the demons who work beneath them. They were an odd bunch between the lots, watching them from the rooms above whenever Muzan had meetings. And yet, your eyes always drifted to the one they called 'Akaza.'
He was Upper Moon 3 from what you remembered. Short pink hair and bright yellow eyes with blue striped tattoos covering his body. You don't know what it was, but whenever he spared a glance, feeling eyes on him, he was quick to turn away. Now you were intrigued. He would do it every time. Even if you happened to run into him, he would pivot and avoid you. You only wanted to see him more, basically stealing glances at the demon during all meetings.
"Are you doing more tests today?" You asked him, walking by his side slowly as he looked forward, giving a hum, "I am. I don't want to waste your blood." He turned his body towards you, grabbing your hands and kissing the knuckles, "I'll give you all of my time, once I'm done. Is that okay for you?" You nodded, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm. "Don't take too long then."
You let go of him, watching him soon vanish right in front of you. It made you pout just a bit before you got an idea, taking a deep inhale. Your eyes closed as you focused on the scents around you before you grinned. Your body took over on its own, moving fast towards the scent you smelled. In a blur, your feet halted, stopping only a few feet from your new distraction, and Akaza felt like he saw a ghost. "Finally! I found you~" Your tone was happy and light as Akaza eyed you.
Akaza wasn't even going to address you, just silently leave until you reached for his hand, and he froze. "Why do you avoid me?" You were direct, making him swallow hard as he tried to look everywhere but you. Akaza tried to keep his voice even, "Does lord Muzan want to summon me? Is that why you came looking for me?"
You stepped even closer, and Akaza did not even realize he was against a wall. Your leg is now wedged between his own chest pressed against his, and suddenly, Akaza thinks the interior looks lovely. "No, he's busy. But you can occupy my time." You give him a smile, reaching behind him to open the sliding door, and he almost stumbled at the action. "You don't need to be afraid of me."
"I'm not." He corrects you quickly, his hands still avoiding touching you, and you find it cute. "What are you planning?" Akaza asked you before you pushed him, your foot kicking at his ankle and making him fall. Akaza looked up, watching you stand over him with a smile. "Why do you fight your urges? You always avoid me."
Akaza was frozen in place, watching you lower your torso down, and Akaza had to stare at just your face to avoid looking at your chest. "Are you afraid to act because of your Master?" Your question made his body twitch, as he smelled the foreign scents of berries and oud. "Because even when it's just us, you run from me." You faked a pout, something that usually doesn't work on him, but he soon felt the weight of you in his lap, which brought him back to the present. "Get off."
You rambled, "I just want to spend some quality time with you. The others don't seem friendly or worth conversing with. I can only be around Douma for but so long until he begs to taste my blood." You sighed at first, before your gaze softened as you stared at him. "But you were the main person I wanted to be around, at least when you're not doing your missions. "Your hands went to his shoulders, still stiff underneath your clawed hands.
Akaza gave a small huff, head turning away from the closeness, "And you thought to be around me like this tonight?" Your giggle filled his ears, feeling how he slowly relaxed in your hold. You sank more comfortably in his lap as you went to guide his hands. "If you mean in a more intimate way, then yes." He almost stiffened amidst your words, nearly believing that he had misheard you.
You were curious how long this game would go. Clearly, he wasn't opposed to it. You could tell by his scent what exactly was keeping him from touching you: Fear. Muzan clearly held a stronghold on Akaza, fully pushing away whatever he might have felt in the hopes he didn't have to face his wrath. "Akaza, if you wish to deny me, then I won't be angry or tell him of this." Your tone is soft, lulling him away from the thoughts, the thoughts telling him he shouldn't. Yet you continued on, the color in your eyes mimicking the sunrise that they could never see, a serene feeling you washed over him. "But if you wish to continue, I'll ensure you won't get in any trouble."
Even if there was no actual relationship between you and Muzan, the harm would be placed on him regardless. It felt like an empty promise that there's no way you can keep. But Akaza felt like the weakest man alive when he felt your lips ghost his throat. He twitched underneath, still too scared to touch you even when your kisses grew heavier, even trailing your tongue up to his ear. "Touch me too. Your hand won't destroy me."
Akaza's fingers flexed against the mat beneath him, slowly raising just to rest where your hips were. They felt heavy against you, hand reaching down to trace over the tattoos on his forearm, down to his fingers, overlapping. He inhaled sharply when you pressed his fingers into you, and it didn't make sense that he could tell how soft you were even through clothes. "I don't…" Akaza wasn't even sure what he was going to say; his brain was fogged entirely and lost in what he should do. He's used to fighting, not situations like this.
"You don't have to worry," You eased him, having him lean back, realizing the work you'll have to undo just to have him relax. "You don't seem to be used to things like this, but that's fine. You look like you'll adapt fast." The smile on your lips as you waved your hands, and the outer layer of the kimono was gone, only leaving the juban that was underneath.
Akaza was stuck. You weren't even fully exposed, and yet, his mouth parted just a bit in awe. Maybe it was because you were completely rare in a country like this. Everything about you was different from what he knew and heard of. Even the human women he saw in passing at nights and missions didn't stir him like this. Was it the way you were as pretty as the sunrise they can never see? Was it the heavier curves that he wasn't used to seeing that stirred something in him? Or was it just how forward you were with him? It could be all three, but he felt the way he twitched beneath you again.
A choked sound left his throat when you first rolled your hips down, just teasing him and stirring his body awake. You could feel how hot he was pressed against your center, making you eager for what's to come. "Akaza, I'm going to teach you how to please a woman." You tell him as you rise off him and slowly shuffle forward. He watched you do it until your thighs were nearly wrapped around his head.
A groan left him, a scent so eager and appealing that his mouth almost watered. His eyes tried to stay on your face, but he kept looking at the wet patch that covered your core. "You'll be putting your mouth and tongue here." You lowered yourself, smiling widely when you felt his hands move to your thighs, tugging just enough towards his eager mouth. You felt the first tentative lick, swiping up and catching your clit at the end, pulsing with desire. That's all he did for a second, just trying to put a name to the taste he just had.
In any other time, you would have let him explore you, but tonight you can't. You finally got the pink-haired man where you wanted him, and your body could barely contain it. "Move your tongue up and down faster and make sure to focus on that nerve at the top too." Akaza hummed, doing just that. He moved his mouth up, tongue rolling around your clit and pulling a moan from you. That motivated him to do it again, and again, pulling more praise and sweet sounds from you. Akaza never felt more greedy than he did now, stuffing his tongue into you and rolling his hips into the air.
Clawed fingers stretched through his pink hair, tugging him closer, and he moaned against you, sending vibrations up to your core. "Stick out your tongue more." Your hips rutted against his face, pulling at his hair to keep him where you wanted him. Where you needed him most.
Akaza wasn't sure what it was that made him spiral out of control so much. Having the taste of you on his tongue, a sweetness he's never had before. Or the beautiful, yet indecent display of you using his body for your own pleasures and vices. It was a power that Akaza had easily fallen for and could admit with honesty that he was a weak man in front of you.
Akaza pulled you down even closer, adding to the friction against his tongue, and you bucked on him again before hovering back up. It was cute when you saw that confused expression on his face while covered in your wetness from the nose down. "I can't wait any longer~ᥫ᭡" You almost purred, keeping eye contact with him while tugging down his pants low enough. He twitched in your hand, almost as excited as you as you rubbed him against your folds. "No matter how good it feels, you can't cum until I say so." Akaza couldn't even look at you, too focused on where he felt his tip glide against where his mouth just was. "I..I can do that."
The uncertainty shouldn't have made you squeeze around nothing before you lowered your hips. Your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you started to sink down, watching his hands ball into fists against the floor at how tight you were, despite how easy it was for you to bottom out. How the hell was he supposed to survive this?
You lowered back down, your chest partially spilling from the loosened juban on you. Your hands cupped Akaza's face, making him stare back at you. "Move your hips too, like you did earlier." It's like everything you said to him was law, hips slowly thrusting up and making you spasm when he nudged at your g-spot. "Just..like that~ᥫ᭡" You sighed and felt the way Akaza's hands found themselves, going to your hips to help pull you down into his pace. He could see the way your face twisted and panted as he kept going, eyes glazing over with need that he desperately wanted to help with. He even raised his head, pressing light kisses to the exposed skin of your breast until you tugged it open for him. This time, you didn't have to tell him anything. His lips went to latch onto your nipple, his hips stuttering when he felt you clench before he kept going.
Your sounds echoed in the halls, uncaring of who was to see you two, and you meant it. Even when you feel the air prickle and a familiar scent fills your nose, it only makes you grin and slam your hips down harder. Akaza was too relaxed now, wrapped in your pussy and tasting you on his tongue, that he never sensed his master coming closer, anger barely contained under the surface. Akaza didn't even see him enter, as his eyes were closed as he rolled your nipples against his tongue, your moans the only thing he hears until Muzan's voice shatters whatever peace he felt underneath you. "I guess I took too long."
Muzan wasn't even addressing him, eyes focused on you as Akaza's fear stilled him instantly, despite your whining when he did. It made it worse when you didn't stop, even with Muzan standing right beside you. You looked up at the man, pout on full display, "I haven't had your attention in some while, and then you run more tests." Akaza couldn't even turn his head, hating how, despite his mind telling him to push you off and run, his body couldn't find the strength to do so.
"Oh? And your willing participant decided to help you?" There was a hint of venom in Muzan's tone when he said it, his head turned just a bit to look at Akaza. "And out of all of them, you chose him?" Akaza swallowed, hating the way the comment felt like a dig, and thankfully, you picked up on it.
Your arms wrapped around Akaza's head, shielding his face from Muzan as you pull him up into a sitting position, "Outside of you, Akaza is the only demon I'm willing to play with. I only have so many vices here, Muzan." You whined, still stuck in pleasure as your hips grind into Akaza, forcing the man to switch to biting his lips to hold back his own sounds. Even when his dick was grinding into the depths of you, you didn't stop. "You can have human families and wives for cover, but I can't indulge in just this one?"
Muzan's lip twitched, seeing the games you were playing. It made him chuckle darkly before stepping back a bit to eye you both fully. Muzan wasn't dumb and knew all too well that you had reached out to Akaza, being connected by his blood. He knew Akaza tried to resist you, and something you said cracked through to him. At least enough to swallow his fear of whatever would happen to him after. It just made Muzan all the more intriguing with you. You truly came into his world and shook things up immediately, and now your reach is trickling down to his men.
"Indulge hm?" Muzan rolled the word on your tongue before taking a few steps back and sitting down, "Go ahead then, but I plan to take you right after." Muzan glanced back over, and he chuckled when he saw Akaza stiffen more once he felt his sharp gaze. "Then how about this? Akaza, make sure she cums before you." There was a tone in his voice. The same tone he would use when Akaza fails a mission once in a blue moon. He could almost feel the claws digging into his scalp at his failure. You turned your head slightly, trying to gauge his face as you leaned near his ear. "You can do it, Akaza~ You were doing a good job anyway." You praised him, kissing the side of his face, and you felt him twitch inside you.
Your hips started back up, and this time, you could feel Akaza try his best to ignore the looming presence in the room to give you all of his attention back. You gave a moody glare at Muzan, knowing all too well what he was trying to do. He heard you mumble the words' bully' before you bounced more, almost out of spite.
But your moans weren't mistaken, something they both keened to as Muzan's slacks grew tight on him. Akaza's hands, which were weapons of destruction and death, were the same ones gently tugging you down whenever he thrust up. You were so wet, it didn't even feel like he was inside of you until he felt you squeeze down like you didn't want him to leave. His groans muffled against your chest, placing kisses along the skin still. You held him close, letting your scent and pussy distract him from Muzan's attempt to purposely make him fluster. Your voice low against the shell of his ear, "Keep hitting that spot like before." Your sharp canines nipped his ear before continuing, "Prove him wrong for me."
Muzan almost chuffed out a sound at your comment. Yet, it must have been just enough for Akaza to regain himself, hips with renewed vigor as he slammed into your sticky depths. The surprised moan that left you, along with the new force he used, made your tummy flutter, clinging to him as if you just tried your hardest to hold on. Muzan watched your face over his shoulder, mouth parted and agape as moans flew from your pretty lips. So much heat in your belly that you chased that feeling, unwavering in the burn as your small praises made Akaza keep going.
You don't know what was driving you more mad: Akaza's needy thrusts that were desperate to satisfy you, or the intensity of Muzan's eyes watching you act and behave so indecently, while still being turned on by you. It only added to the teetering pleasure until your body locked in place, gushes of wetness flowing from you in a broken whine at the back of your throat.
By that time, Muzan stood, sensing it before it happened as he pulled you off of Akaza mid orgasm, just in time to watch him spurt ropes of cum against his stomach and chest, "If you think I would let you cum inside her, you're mistaken and a fool." Muzan looked down on Akaza, pathetically panting and catching his breath after your orgasm milked him clean through. When he opened his eyes, he saw how Muzan had maneuvered you with ease.
He was making you stand on shaky legs, your body bent at a 90-degree angle at the waist, as you heard Muzan unbuckle her belt. Your thighs shook when you felt him tap his tip along your clit before dragging himself up and slipping in without a second thought, and your legs buckled underneath. "Even if she indulges in you when I'm not available," Muzan pulled his hips back before giving a harsh thrust that made your body jerk, "You can't give her the same pleasure I give her, and you'll understand that now."
His hands tightened at your wrist before giving you a frenzied pace, no mercy ever given after your little display in front of him. The funny part of it is that you couldn't care less, squeezing down on him like you did. Even when your legs suddenly feel weak, Muzan ensures your stability by keeping a vice-like grip on your hips. You felt his one hand travel to the back of your neck, angling your head to look down at Akaza, who was now stuck in an awkward situation.
Sitting on his knees now, forced to stare up and watch Muzan pick you apart far easier and faster than he could. You couldn't even look him straight in the eyes because those pretty sun-like eyes were fighting to not roll into your skull. Your moans broken and unashamed as your own hand reached back to grab anything, something to keep you from flying or falling from Muzan's hips. The skin slapping between them didn't even sway the spent life brought back between his legs, which Akaza fought to ignore. But just sitting there and watching you fall apart, still looking as ethereal as you had before, made Akaza want to reach back out and touch. But he knew that he would lose his hand if he did.
"Do you understand now?" Muzan's voice is rough now, etched in pleasure and something more possessive, "I don't care what she allows you to do when I'm busy." Muzan pulled your body up close to him, bringing you back to the floor and closer to Akaza. When you finally got a chance to breathe, your knees were on the floor, and Muzan had your head pinned down by your neck before he slid back in, nudging your cervix and forcing out a sob. Akaza's fingers flexed at the sound, but he didn't move, smelling how your scent spiked, and it only grew when she made eye contact with him as Muzan couldn't stop his mean pace. " Get a good look at what true pleasure on her looks like because this will be the only time you'll get to witness something like this."
The comment shouldn't have made you squeeze him, earning a tighter grip on your neck as he bullied your poor pussy. "Wait a--oh shit-- wait a secondᝰ.ᐟ" You almost tried to plead, but not from any discomfort or pain. Oh no, your pussy couldn't handle the force and depth he was giving you so soon after your orgasm with Akaza. Your little pleas fell on seemingly deaf ears, your hands almost reaching to slow him down, and Muzan smacked them away. "No, you don't. Not after the act you pulled," It was the way he growled out his words, almost like Muzan still felt slighted that you couldn't just wait for him. And the fact that you nearly undid the hold he had placed on Akaza for hundreds of years in half a night. He was impressed, but more so, angry that you shared your body with someone beneath him. "You wanted attention so bad, so have it and don't complain. Acting like you aren't shameless."
Muzan wasn't a fool. You've been fucking soaked even more since he made Akaza stay in the room. Your overstimulated body goes into overdrive, trying to milk him just as fast, and he tries to refuse what your greedy pussy wants. "Clearly, you wanted to be watched since hearing your desperate cries around the castle wasn't enough." Muzan huffed out, curly strands sticking to his forehead as he leaned over you, pushing him deeper like he had anywhere else to go inside. But yet you took him with ease, drool pulling past your lips from your mouth. Akaza could see it from his proximity. It almost looked like you weren't even there outside of the broken moans that left your lips. "Deep~ Too deepᝰ.ᐟ" You try to warn, feeling the spasming in your lower stomach, and Muzan was uncaring. He was just as mean when he lifted you up from your throat, making Akaza watch your face now as he made you cum around him. Your mouth went slack, and your scent reached a sweetness level that made him almost groan aubidly.
Muzan kept you there, ringing your nerves as he used you like he wanted. Even with the slick wetness between you two, he never slowed down, leaning even more to turn your head towards him. You felt his lips against you and keened, pussy milking him as he fucked his cum into you with a shaky exhale through his nose. Blood-stained eyes glared into yellow ones. It felt like it was then that Muzan finally allowed Akaza to leave, confused as all hell before you even came too.
Your body buzzed so much, twitching beneath him as he slowly scooped you up in his arms, not even bothering to pull out of you much. "You know, you may be helping me, but you are troublesome too." You weren't responsive, but the grin was evident on your lips as Muzan walked unbothered with the indecency you evoked in him and walked back to where his bedroom was. "Are you that upset with me?" Your voice is soft and a little rough from your moans. He shook his head, "Not anymore. I'm only intrigued even more."
You glanced past his body, still seeing the silhouette of Akaza and seeing the way he glanced back, even as he ran to still avoid his master's fury. But it couldn't have been that bad when he still looks back and catches the small kiss you blew on him, making him run harder with a flushed face. You settled in, content in your greediness, "Isn't that a compliment from a man of science?" You asked, earning the smallest of smirks from him.
It was a tradition for the trio to go out during Halloween weekends to indulge in the festivities, as well as the delicious humans to feast on. You’ve only grown closer over time, hunting together, but also enjoying shopping sprees, arcades, and your house feeling like a lively home. You never felt more at peace and alive with having them with you, and vice versa. Satoru and Suguru are happy to have stopped flying from city to city, which has made them eager for the human holidays and traditions that make this town fun.
All three know the other too well, how the other thinks, all the way to their favorite kind of ‘meals.’ But this? Oh, this wasn’t something they were prepared for.
Suguru scooped out a party at one of the big clubs, ones that you’re better off purchasing a section for, and promptly did, so you all expected to find something decent to feast on. Everyone already had a game plan for what to do if they saw someone here, whether it was to leave, invite them over, or something else. But what the hell were they supposed to do when they were stuck wanting what they believed was a couple? It was even comedic in how you three found out.
First, the boys noticed the pretty, yet tired-looking, silent hill nurse, who had a fake knife on the bar counter. As Gojo, dressed as Ken from the Barbie Movie, offered to buy drinks for her and her friends, she seemed interested. Satoru continued talking to her, watching her lean into his words all the way up until her drinks arrived, giving him a wink before leaving him high and dry. Suguru couldn’t help but mock him for his pout over being used.
And there you were, dressed as Chel, looking through the crowd and finding it amusing that the blonde across the way was watching you. You found him appetizing, dressed as a firefighter, and despite still wearing a shirt, you clearly saw the stiff muscles underneath. He tried not to watch you, tried not to stare. And failed horribly as he glared at your exposed hips from your skirt. You were sooo close to going over there yourself, pushing through crowds until you saw a brunette standing in front of him when you could see again. She leaned to give him a kiss before handing him a drink. You released a sigh before pushing back to the section, waiting for your friends to return. You missed how the couple stared; the firefighter was watching you as your hips swayed with each step.
You saw Suguru, dressed as Aladdin, sitting there in the booth, with Satoru staring back out before seeing you slip inside. “My mark has a girlfriend.” You pouted, and Satoru blinked before telling you what happened while you left towards the dance floor. It made you both look out towards them and see the brunette wave, and you two swallowed.
“Did she just acknowledge you both?” Suguru sat up and asked, almost in disbelief, as he chuckled.
“Holy shit, what do we do?” Satoru was staring at his two friends, who looked just as lost as he was. A rare occurrence. Everyone was nearly silent, unsure of how to move forward. You took the drink from the table and looked back at your friends, “We’ll act like a couple, and I’ll invite them to the section. If it works out, we’ll go back home. What do you say?” You looked at them both as they glanced at each other before nodding.
They both watched as you went back over and walked to the couple. They were so curious if they would have agreed and became more interested when the pair followed you back, the nurse’s hand in yours while she pulled in her man with the other. Satoru waved when they approached and slid into the seats.
The conversations weren’t dreadful at all, chatting and drinking away as you got to know the married couple, who you learned names were Ieiri and Kento. They were a poly couple who had cut off a partner and wanted to go out and have some fun. They asked how long you’ve known each other, and Suguru said you’ve been dating for about a year and a half now. You didn’t miss how Kento stared at you a little more openly now or how Ieiri leaned into your arm to talk, chest pressing into your arm.
Ieiri stayed seated as she chatted, complimenting Satoru’s eyes and white lashes as your arm had slowly dragged over her hip, and felt Kento’s fingers lean to touch you from his hand on her thigh. Suguru watched it all from the end seat, sipping his drink when he leaned in and asked them bluntly if they were returning home after tonight or wouldn’t mind heading back with them. You and Satoru almost thought it was too soon, shooting him a glance. Yet, Ieiri gave a glance over to Kento, watching him nod before she looked back at them with a somewhat lazy smile.
It was an interesting drive home, the couple following behind you three in the car, and you couldn’t stop talking. “Oh my god, does she want me too? I’ve never been with women before. Like, what the hell am I supposed to do? Do I lead, or maybe she does it?” You talked to them as Suguru was trying to keep his excitement down, too. For what, he’s not sure. Satoru was just a lost cause as he kept going on and on about wondering how she’ll taste on his tongue and more immoral thoughts, before helping you. “She looks like she’ll guide you easily, so just enjoy it. But I’m ready for this regardless.”
Yeah, that’s what Satoru told you. But now? When the same woman leaned forward to kiss you after all the kinks and hard nos were discussed [ props to Suguru and Ieiri ] and took you by surprise. The three of them watched as Ieiri took her time, holding your face as you soon followed her, taking your chance to give her a dose as her hands roamed over your hips and back.
It was almost hard to pull away to guide them to your bedroom, as Kento this time followed you, when Ieiri went to kiss Satoru. You paused to watch, seeing his hands roam down to her lower back before scooping her up to follow you both, Suguru hot on his trail. Your hand held Kento’s up the stairs, as he only closed the distance when he saw your bed.
The cologne he wore deep in your nose when his lips first ghosted your neck, and you let him. His hands reached up and cupped your chest while Satoru had carried Ieiri back to the bed, hovering over her body as she pulled the jean top off of him, to touch more skin. Satoru felt her lips go to his neck, making him roll his hips down onto her with a low sound. You look up to see Suguru in front of you, kissing you a few times before turning around to do the same with Kento, much to your surprise, since it wasn’t unwelcome. But Kento didn’t forget about you in the slightest when he pressed his lips against yours.
You wrapped your arms around him, nipping his lips to make him kiss you deeper, and dosing him as well as he groaned into your kiss while Suguru groped at your body. They both guided you to the bed, Ieiri looking up from Satoru kissing around her chest and taking a nipple into his mouth as she hummed, “Just like that, pretty boy.” The small praise shouldn’t have made his dick jump, yet it did. Ieiri looked back to see Kento pull down your top, mirroring Satoru as he rolled your nipple against his tongue, as Suguru’s fingers toyed with the other. You rolled your hips up into the blonde, the heavy costume pants restricting him from feeling just how soaked you were already.
Suguru moved around Kento for a second, moving to give Ieiri the same treatment, but this time down to suck the other nipple when Satoru bit down, making her buck. Ieiri almost forgot how it felt to have two mouths on her, body slowly relaxing into soft sheets. All the while, Kento went back to kissing you, but down your body, hands moving to spread your thighs apart. He didn’t even care enough to pull your panties down, simply shifting them to the side as he gave a quick kiss to your clit. It was the sweetest gesture he gave before his mouth covered you entirely, tongue gliding up and down, making your finger tangle in his hair fast.
Ieiri’s moans weren’t too far behind, Satoru having flipped her to her stomach as he tasted her from behind, his tongue already delving deep as Suguru had pulled his loose bottoms down, springing his own length free. You watched from your spot on the bed as her tongue traced him before she slowly took him in his mouth. Your hand reached out to him, the other still tangled along Kento’s scalp, to stroke what wasn’t in her mouth, and Suguru hissed.
It was hard to stroke when Kento was pressed against you, nose bumping your clit as he moaned against your puffy lips. Even when you rolled your hips against him, he just pulled you closer like air wasn’t necessary for him to live. Suguru watched you struggle before focusing back on the brunette’s face, “Can you take more down?” He asked low and promptly twitched when Ieiri did. Her eyes were peeking up at him while Satoru was busy pressing his tongue in and out of her weeping core, wetness trailing down his chin. “So mmph!—so good!” Satoru groaned against her, pulling his tongue away to replace it with his fingers, and he felt the way she squeezed when pressing two fingers inside. He mumbled low enough for only himself, “Lucky man.”
He glanced over at the blonde, who was pushing your knees closer to your chest as he made out with your lower lips. You were pulling his head in closer and feeling the muscles that were hidden under clothes, keeping you in place for his unrelenting mouth. “Fuck~ Kento~ᥫ᭡” Your head fell back as you moaned, letting this man devour you in ways that you’d have to pray for. It only made Kento stay longer, not satisfied until he felt the way your orgasm trickled onto his tongue, and he lapped it up as your thick thighs shook around his head with aftershocks.
Suguru’s head had fallen back just a bit, hips slightly thrusting into Ieiri’s mouth when Satoru was standing up behind her, pulling off his pants as he did. He tapped her hip, making Ieiri pull off before Suguru with a loud pop, hand stroking him and choking a sound out of him when she thumbed his slit, “You’re sensitive. How cute.” She looked up at Suguru, and he hated how he jumped in her hand as Satoru moved her to rest on the bed. She looked back at Satoru, body buzzing from the aphrodisiac as she reached back to guide the white haired man to where she wanted, “ You know what you want, huh?” Satoru tried to be cheeky, like he wasn’t eager for her since the bar. Like the man wasn’t begging to have her pussy on her tongue earlier and got hard from her praise.
Ieiri gave a smile, finding the faux confidence adorable. “I always do, so stay still so I can sit on you how I want.” She dragged the tip to her slit, catching the wetness over him a few times before she held him steady and sank down. Satoru’s eyes were focused, watching her slowly sit down onto him and bottoming out without much of a shaky breath. He didn’t even have to say anything as she rolled her hips up before bottoming out again. His hips only started to move when Ieiri told him to, since he was stuck watching, hands finding her hips to pull her into his pace.
Suguru watched her rock back into his friend, almost wanting to snicker at how the human woman still had so much control despite feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac. But he wasn’t safe from her either, feeling her tap his leg. “I didn’t forget about you, Suguru. Come here, please.” Her words were still level-toned, even as pleasure was laced between each word. He wanted that to be gone by the time they were done with her. So he easily inched further, hands moving to hold her hair [ like a gentleman ] when he slips himself back into her awaiting throat.
Satoru only gets pulled from his view when he catches your feet in his peripheral, now on Kento’s bare shoulders, as he thrusts into you at an almost lazy pace. Panties barely clinging to your leg as his eyes never turned away from you, as your lip gets tucked between your teeth. Stuck watching the way he slid in and out and pressing deep into you so soon, and you loved it! “Thought about this… since I first saw you.” His voice came out hushed and low in your ear, and he turned your head to face him. “I was trying not to stare, but--mmph--I couldn’t help it.” He admits, and something about that just made you squeeze around, pulling a low grunt. “ The feeling’s mutual~ᥫ᭡" You kissed his ear and soon his thrusts became a bit harsher, meaner almost.
That’s when you felt a hand snake between you two, rubbing at your clit, and you almost closed your legs. Kento pulled back, watching Satoru rub quick circles on your clit and making your insides choke him, along with his thrust. “She always gushes when you rub her like this.” Satoru teased as his hips never stopped from the other side, hips angled just enough to make Ieiri gag around Suguru. Spit down her chin, moans muffled as she tries to take all of Suguru down. Taste heavy on her tongue, as her hips shake from each collision of skin from behind. Suguru’s fingers were tight, bullying himself down her throat like it was a toy. He didn’t want to go too crazy, but it felt too nice at the back of her throat. You could see Kento’s eyes watching them, slipping away from you, and you felt the way his dick twitched at the sight. He really did enjoy watching her get pleasured like he mentioned earlier.
Suguru pulled himself out of Ieiri’s mouth, tapping himself on her tongue to let her breathe as her moans mingled with yours, almost like Satoru and Kento strumming your bodies like instruments to create intimate music together. Satoru brought his hand back from you, Kento using his to replace it, as Satoru’s hand went to the back of her neck to keep her arched. Her scent spiked in his nose, quickly starting a clapping sound that pulled a higher-pitched moan from the brunette. “That’s what I want to hear.” Satoru grinned down, feeling the way she spasmed and making sure he relished in the feeling of making her clamp down and cum around him first tonight as fresh wetness hit his thighs.
You couldn’t even pay attention to it all when the blonde man had you folded on your bed, tongue kissing you, and you nearly forgot about the others. His thrusts had such a weight to them. It was as if they were trying to keep you planted there underneath his large, solid body. Ieiri was a lucky girl!
But when he finally slowed himself down and pulled out, you felt like you could breathe again just for a second. But you already missed the stretch he gave as Ieiri had tapped at Satoru’s calf, making him slow down as her eyes shifted to you. “Can’t forget about you either.” She smiled as she crawled along the bed towards you. You watched her confidently stalk as she stared at you, “You’re not used to being with women, are you?” Ieiri asked and saw the shake of your head. Suguru watched with a curious brow as Kento sat back further, watching his lover do what she does best.
They’ve known each other well, long before being partners. Shoko Ieiri has always been a calm and levelheaded woman. She has a walking sense of peace that many appreciate when they feel themselves spiraling. Even in the bedroom, her matter-of-fact tone paired with direct actions has been a bigger turn on for him than him making that side of her reside with pleasures.
You watched her lean down to you, chest pressing against yours as she kissed you again. This time, you didn’t fear it, hands cupping her face as she crawled up your body more. You bucked into her when her hand had first found itself rubbing slow circles on your twitchy clit, liking how you coated her fingers. “This will be more entertaining then.” Ieiri angled her legs, seeing her own glistening pussy lodge itself against yours. She glanced back at the trio of men behind her with a smile, “ Enjoy the show, boys.”
Her attention back on you as she gave a small teasing roll of her hips, clits nudging into each other, and you let out a small gasp at first. Ieiri grinds down onto you, getting you used to the feeling and using the help of the men’s earlier ministrations to glide you two more. Ieiri made sure your legs were spread out of the way, so you were forced to enjoy the sweet friction between you as soft moans rolled out of your throat.
Satoru doesn’t think he can get more turned on, but here he is! He wants to join you two so bad, even if it’s just his tongue to help get you both off. Sitting there, stroking his soaked length at the show Ieiri presented: you falling under the control of a mortal woman. Well, at least to Suguru and him. But this was what Nanami Kento was used to.
They were used to women joining them for these once-in-a-while sexecapes they started up. So Kento always got to see her get her fill of their temporary lover just as much as him, and you weren’t any different. But something about watching his lover do this with someone as ethereal as you just made him buck in his hand.
This couple was dangerous!
Ieiri’s hand went up to your chest, hand kneading the soft flesh under her fingers as she grinds down harder, making your clit twitch more and clench around nothing. But the friction was so nice~ You were even stuck watching the gorgeous woman above you slowly bring back the release her husband almost gave you to the forefront, “Ieiri, wait a bit…” You try to sigh out, a hand going to her hip, confused if she wanted to make her grind harder or stop her. “Why should I? Does it feel bad?” You mumbled a breathy ‘no’ and then you felt her press even closer, clits rubbing hard, and your head fell back. “Then enjoy yourself more~”
“Kento, you really are a lucky man.” Satoru leaned close to the man, missing the fleeting glance the blonde gave him as Satoru was still glued to watching you come undone from Ieiri’s hips. His hand, now holding himself at his base to stop the orgasm he felt tickling at the base of his spine. His eyes still stuck to the way your poor pussy leaked, clenching and spasming around nothing. It was a breathtaking sight to behold. Satoru and Suguru have made it a habit since the human Choso to secretly watch you get your fill on whoever you choose to feast with tonight. That also didn’t stop either of them from crawling into your bed to get a taste for themselves just because. But this was the first time they saw women have sex with each other, and honestly, it was hot.
So hot that Satoru didn’t feel the second hand that had slowly stroked him up and down. A warmer hand that brought him back when he looked down. Satoru was silent when he saw Kento’s hand, still watching his wife work, while his hand didn’t stop moving. Satoru caught himself panting, heat and confusion on his face, flushing a lovely shade of pink. “You know… I’m usually not this forward, but I didn’t expect you two to be so pretty.”
That world isn’t foreign to the duo. Saoru knows that while they are men, they’re features are soft. Long eyelashes, a clear complexion, and a slim waist. They’ve thrown a few drunken men away from advances or quietly rejected them. It’s not that he was opposed. He just never looked. But now? Satoru’s hand had moved out of the way, low-sounding inhales as he could feel the blonde watching his reactions. He tried to look onward at you and Ieiri, almost wanting to deny how nice his hand felt on him.
Suguru leaned over on the other side, mouth by his ear with a grin, “You look more hot and bothered now than with Ieiri. Does his hand feel that good?” Satoru knew when Suguru was being a little shit. Wanting to curse him out until a shaky sound, something foreign, when he felt lips on his neck. Kento moved his hand in time with Ieiri’s hips, fighting to not mark his snowlike skin despite the sounds he heard. “Keep watching them.” His voice came out in a deep, somewhat gruff timber, driven by desire. Satoru nodded, hating that he couldn’t even shit talk anymore about you when he found himself in the same boat. And with Suguru’s hand now ghosting his thigh, spreading his legs open more for the human man that planned to unravel him.
You weren’t any better, sloppily trying to kiss Ieiri back when she messily grinds against you. She’s been strategic, giving you just enough but not enough to finish you both. She was milking the way you fell apart, and it turned her on more. “See? We can have just as much fun by ourselves.” She panted, eyes now glossed over as she reeled her moans in. You knew the couple was dosed, maybe more than intended, but it was worth it. This won’t be a typical meal for the demon trio.
Your hands went to Ieiri’s hips, using some of your strength to keep your clits bumping along the other, a stickier mess than before, keeping the pace fluid in more ways than one. It feels like your desperate push had stopped Ieiri from being a tease, sloppily grinding down and motivated by the small pleas to ‘keep going’. She almost wanted to stop, but she felt too needy, too. Ieiri wasn’t even sure if she was ever this aroused before, but it could be you. With your hair fanned out by your head, chest heaving beneath, and mouth panting open. It was a pretty sight, truly. “No need to hold back now. I’m just as close as you.” Ieiri had leaned back down, positioning herself closer to you. You leaned up to kiss her again, fighting to not dose her more when your hips bucked into hers. Your soft cries muffled by heavy kissing when you both stilled, bodies feeling the electric aftershocks from cumming together.
Ieiri pulled away first, panting just a bit as she kissed your cheek. She glanced over her shoulder, a faint laugh heard above as she slipped off of you. You glanced and saw how much of a mess you two had made; everything from your mound and down was covered in a sticky mess that Ieiri fought to clean up with her mouth. But your eyes did glance up when you saw Satoru looking more wrecked than you last saw him.
His tip was leaking pathetically as his eyes were barely open, and Kento’s hand was stroking him faster. You weren’t expecting to see Satoru almost a wreck, small sounds muffled behind the blonde’s lips until he pulled away when he realized you two had stopped. “He’s been needy since you two started,” Suguru mentions, hand keeping Satoru’s legs spread as he occasionally attempted to close on Nanami’s hand.
When Kento finally pulled away, you clenched. You haven’t seen Satoru look this fucked out since he was starved, and you pounced on him. It almost stirred back those same feelings from then, when Ieiri crawled past you. “Kento, you look like you have him close to losing it.” She straddled right into the man’s lap after he slid down the bed, staring down at Satoru with a drunken gaze that did more than make him hazy. He bucked when Kento used his hand to rub his tip against his wife’s folds before she eased herself down.
Satoru threw his head back as a semi-clawed hand almost tore into the linen when he felt how wet she was. It only took a few swivels of her hips to have Satoru let out a pathetic whimper, and the poor demon didn’t understand just how hot it was for the rest. Suguru almost covered his nose for a second, smelling how sickly sweet his friend’s scent became even when Kento shifted to let his back touch the bed. “Not too..fast..” Satoru pants out, head comfy between firm thighs, almost trying to ignore the length near his head.
You took the time to crawl over to Suguru, feeling the needy tug he gave you. “I’m a little impatient now, baby.” Suguru’s voice was rougher around the edges as he was already raising your hips to make you bottom out with a moan that could put an adult actress to shame. It didn’t help when Suguru found his tongue slowly rolling your nipple until it perked as his hips slowly thrust into you. All while your eyes stayed glued to your pretty friend, who found himself stuck between the couple. “Satoru~ᥫ᭡ You look so cute between them.”
He couldn’t even look over as his eyes were glossed over, especially when Kento gently guided his head to the side. Satoru doesn’t even know why, but his lips parted, and a heavy taste was placed on his tongue. Both you and Suguru watch with part fascination and something needier, hungrier as Kento slowly pressed his length in his mouth. His brown eyes never looked up, peering down, and Satoru really wasn’t used to being on the receiving end. He still tasted the remnants of you on him, adding to the groan that left his throat when Ieiri squeezed down on him.
She was barely keeping it together herself, too turned on by the display in front of her. She couldn’t even tease Satoru when his dick curved right into her g-spot when she grinds down on him. It was a feeling she was already itching for, but in a sense to overwhelm the pretty, white-haired man beneath her.
Suguru’s hands flexed on your hips when you slowed the pace down, almost too slow, and forced a deep sound from him. It landed you a quick smack that turned into a grab as he forced you to move how he wanted, all the while making out with both of your nipples sparingly. You were still staring at Satoru, knowing all too well your incubus friend might be screwed by this point as you saw his head lazily bob in the blonde’s lap. His hips kept bucking up, still not trying to submit, and soon his hands went to Ieiri’s hips. The brunette almost took the time to tease him before he thrusted up as he pulled her down, silencing all of the thoughts she previously had. It was a persistent and desperate display. It was sloppy. It was a sticky mess. But it felt too good for both of them, and any chance of Ieiri holding back the quick orgasm that washed over her, feeding the starved incubus in ways that made his night feel complete. Ieiri rode her orgasm through, almost ignoring how Satoru, now with his mouth free, was trying to warn her. She didn’t care, nor did she stop when she felt a warmth spilling inside of her before bottoming out.
It made you giggle when you saw how flushed his face was, panting with his eyes closed as Kento slowly moved his head onto the bed as he stood. Ieiri took her time getting off, as she turned to you, “I might have taken out your boyfriend.” Suguru finally released your sensitive nipples from the torturous games of his mouth to retort, “Good. He acts like a brat anyway.” Satoru, still conscious, gave a weak middle finger before putting it back down.
“Toru, you want us to keep going without you?” You asked him gently and saw him nod, glancing back at the couple, and you saw how Kento was eyeing you as well. You gave a knowing look to Suguru, already knowing the plan and giving a nod before you looked back at the couple. “Partner swap one last time?”
That’s how you found yourself bent across your bed, leg propped up while Kento fed you strokes so deep, you’d thought he was your husband. It was bad how he had you moaning every time he thrusted back inside you, adding his own percussion as his hips met your ass. It didn’t help with the firm hand on your throat, almost using it more to pull you back onto him, just in case you thought to flee.
Ieiri wasn’t any better, lying on her side as Suguru had one of her legs folded at the knee as he thrusted just as deep between. She was holding his arm for support as she moaned into the sheets of the bed.
Suguru gets why Satoru was losing it. Her pussy could almost rival yours with how good it felt inside of her. He didn’t even care that his friend’s cum was slipping out as he continued to plunge deeper. He made it even worse when he leaned down, forehead pressing into her as his hips were unrelenting.
The same sinful musical from before started up, featuring both you and Ieiri as star performers, moaning in competition with each other. It wasn’t even planned, but everyone was too worked up by this point. There’s no way anyone’s lasting past this round.
“God, you must love this, don’t you?” Kento’s voice is right by your ear again, “You like it that much?” Your head nodded fast, eyes threatening to change color again, but you held on like the grip you gave his forearm. Almost like an anchor to the way he just curves right into your spongy depths, milky cream coating him and dripping down to his balls and partially on the wrinkly sheets. Even when you tried to slam back into his unforgiving hips, he just shook his head. He just wanted you to take everything and just relax in his hold, and something about that just made you accept it.
Suguru and Kento shared a similar trait in that way, like when he stared down at Ieiri while he licked the tips of his fingers and went straight to her clit. Even as her arm tried to weakly push it away from the hypersensitivity, Suguru stared at Ieiri with something more salacious, and her eyes closed. It made him chuckle. “Look back at me. I like watching you fall apart.” His voice was smooth as silk, and Ieiri looked back up. He was knocking into her cervix, and she cried out each time he hit that same spot.
Your head fell forward, finally having Kento’s hands fully hold your waist as your cries muffled beneath you before you turned your head to the side. He wasn’t any better than you, making no eye contact with you as he watched the way you greedily wrapped around him, sucking him in, and he felt himself stutter. Kento leaned back down, his full weight and body still dwarfing you as he held your body tight. Every husky sound or groan against your ear made your stomach twist and turn with aching demand, letting out silent begs and ‘please moreᝰ.ᐟ ‘
All the while, Gojo, now propped on his elbow, was watching the pairs bring one another over the edge like he had moments ago. Suguru was a bully, fucking Ieiri through her orgasm and sealing her moans with his lips as he fed. Even as he replaced the cum that was lost with his own, Suguru stilling just enough for her to feel him pulse inside. Kento had squeezed your body close, forehead almost touching the bed with you, when he felt the way you convulsed around him, and it teetered his own release. The small whimpers from your lips as he gives a few more deep thrusts into you before he stills completely.
Kento and Ieiri felt their bodies grow weak with exhaustion, feeling like lead as their panting soon became even breaths as Suguru’s eyes flashed a bright gold as he sighed, “Now that’s what you call a feast.”
It made you three laugh a little before Satoru and Suguru helped remove the sleeping blonde from your back so he wouldn’t fall. They were tired too, their bodies exhausted by the aftermath of their passions, which had drained them more than usual. You three stared at the couple, sleeping in your bed peacefully after successfully feeding off of them, “I wanna see them again.” You spoke low, looking between the two of them.
Satoru snickered, “Why? So you can rub your clit against your new girlfriend?”
Suguru didn’t even give him a chance to breathe, “Didn’t you have a random man’s dick in your mouth? At the very least, you could have done me first.” You had to fight the obnoxious laugh that was gonna come out from your mouth as Satoru’s face flushed as he gripped the vest from Suguru’s costume and shook him back and forth. It added an airy feel to the end of the night, and you tried to get them to relax and head to their room across the hall. Even as they bickered back and forth as you got in the middle of them, legs automatically tangling and arms draping across, before you just kissed them both to end the chatter. “Just go to sleep with me.”
Suguru and Satoru exchanged a knowing glance before sharing a smile. Maybe that’s why Ieiri got them both so worked up, bossy and straightforward in what you want from others, while looking so pretty when doing so. Many of your traits made them stay here in this town. They both relaxed against you, letting the night end with the sound of your light snores and cuddling into their bodies.
It’s been almost a full year since the big ceremony, one that had stretched out across the lands to symbolize peace and union; the new era that was going to occur with the arranged marriage that the higher-ups reluctantly agreed to, towards the curse that ruled over them all. You still remember the ceremony. Some of your long-time friends and allies, who you fought alongside, gave you solemn looks, while others told you to be strong for the Jujutsu Order. Telling you to find happy thoughts since you would have to throw away everything to become the wife of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses.
You remembered how awkward the ceremony felt as you had walked out, bowing low and presented as his bride for the first time in front of everyone. You don’t remember how you got picked, but you remember the small fear of being rejected. What would happen if he felt like you weren't acceptable to whatever standards he has? Would something so small cause a war, or would it cause you mistreatment? You weren't sure, but when you raised your head to finally see the monster everyone warned you about, your heart stopped for a different reason.
He was far more handsome than you assumed after hearing only murmurs of the descriptions you were told. A staggeringly big man who dwarfed many in his true form. Four large arms that were sleeved in a dark red kimono, the lower arms tucked inside, crossed while the upper two framed his throne. He stared at you with something unreadable, but you almost missed the hand that reached out as you took it shakily.
You can barely remember the ceremony, trying to keep your eyes down and not spare more glances at your newfound ‘husband’, who had found himself staring at the top of your curly head instead of this theatrical display of peace for negotiations.
It was a unique experience getting used to the place he called home, dark in color but illuminated with candles and magic. The decor and structure looked like the traditional structures you have seen in the Edo period, but on a grander scale.
It was even more intriguing as your new married life went on much smoothly than you could have imagined. You didn’t have much contact with the Jujutsu World outside of the few meetings that they negotiated seeing you to at least judge your wellness. The thought almost makes you release a dry laugh. It’s funny that they care enough to make sure you're ‘safe’ like you weren’t tossed into the lion’s den. But surprisingly, to them, this lion actually likes and tolerates his newest lioness that walked into his territory.
Sukuna wouldn’t say much at first, just watching you to see if you had any trickery in mind. A final attempt to take his life for the sorcerers who offered you up. But he found you trying your best to adjust to life in his home and attempting to perform wife duties, despite having many workers to do so. It almost made him chuckle, intrigued by how calm you were taking it.
If only he knew that it was due to the increasing attraction you had started to gain after meeting him face to face. You tried to fight it those first few weeks, but whenever you would look up and catch his gaze watching your every move, you turned away with a new heat burning from your cheeks down to your stammering heart. It felt like it was even worse when you were finally able to share a bed after Sukuna believed you wouldn’t try anything to kill him in his sleep.
You were anxious for a second, wondering if he would have taken you that night. Instead? Sukuna slept comfortably with your scent tangling in his sheets, almost feeling like he was bewitched as he woke up to find you curled into his side. You tried to stay at the very edge when he first closed his eyes, and now, you were curled against his lower left arm. “ Maybe you're crazier than I thought.” Sukuna spoke silently to himself, staring at the look of ease your face held in his bed, already smelling like him after one night.
It was after that night that you noticed Sukuna would pull you in closer. No longer did he allow you to try to run from him. Whenever he eats, he keeps you beside him, making sure you eat and complaining if you didn’t eat enough. When he had to handle important business in the realm of curses, he made you trail behind him, but never too far. Even when lowly curses with no ounce of cognition who could tell you were human, stayed clear of you just from smelling Sukuna on you. Even deep in their bodies, they knew it was a trap and they would end up dead. It threw you off. From being apprehensive to having you cling to him was a whiplash stronger than the arranged marriage itself.
It only made it more confusing for your mind, body, and heart, especially when he has you sitting on his lap in his throne room, hand possessively on your waist, and peering down at whoever as you fought not to embarrass yourself. His hand was heavy on you, a weight you felt many times before, and just the way his fingers dug into the soft side of your curves, it made you buzz. It was a prideful and possessive display to let all know that you, his wife, were his and his only. It’s something a jujutsu sorcerer like yourself shouldn’t have liked, but Sukuna can smell the contentment roll off you.
He made it worse when it was time for another meeting, and Sukuna made sure that you were placed on his lap again, discussing mundane things [ to him more so ] while his large hand spread across your thigh. Some of your old colleagues were furious, while others stayed quiet as you looked down. It didn’t help when a mouth appeared from the palm, nipping your legs teasingly to taunt as your scent spiked every chance he did. How shamelessly could you be?
You don’t think you can withstand his games for longer. Sukuna kept feeding you some form of touch before starving you again for the warmth the dangerous man gave. He's been doing it for months, and it drove you mad. It felt like your only solace was when you were in bed, curled against him as he held you close with one of his arms, your back pressed against his chest. This felt the closest you two have been since everything was arranged. His beefy arm curled around your waist, and his hand splayed out on your thigh, close to that part of you that woke up. Your chest was still racing from the contents of it, the very man pressed behind you, snoring low.
You tried to wiggle away, wanting to relieve yourself like the few nights before. But his grip was ironclad, trapping you against him as you still tried to wiggle free. You only stopped once you heard a grumbling sound behind you. The strings in his robes loosened when the mouth on his stomach opened behind you. It made you hyper aware of the faint breaths felt on your lower back before the tongue lulled out with a mind of its own.
Still stuck in place when you felt it slither between your thighs, afraid to move at all now with the tip of the tongue dragged against your clothed center, and you gasped before silencing again. Sukuna’s snores were still heard as the appendage with a mind of its own, dragged back and forth against your closed clit, making you bite down on your lip. It shouldn’t be something that you should be panting about. It shouldn’t be something about feeling his weight and warmth against you while he subconsciously teased your body more. Panties growing damp from more than just spit, and you felt your hand betray you. Slipping down your own body to gently slide your panties out of the way, bucking the second his tongue touches you directly.
The small grinds back onto his tongue, feeling it move faster after tasting something it never had before. A dessert he never had. You easily coated his taste buds, hearing the low hum from his throat when the tip just manages to nudge at your entrance. You weren’t prepared to feel the way it pressed inside, and the moan left before you could stop it. It was so foreign to what you're used to, making you squirm more against his solid body. It shouldn’t have made you press into him further. It should make you feel disgusted as a sorcerer to have a curse touch you in such ways, yet you felt no shame when you ended up cumming like that and muffling your cries in the pillow.
You had to push the tongue away with fatigue, so lost in your confusion in lust to know that Sukuna was more than awake. Yet, he made no sense to move, just allowing you to believe it was his anatomy moving on its own. You acted bashful during the day with his advances, but shamelessly used his sleeping body to get off?
Sukuna was allowing it for those first few nights you left the bed to touch yourself to him, like he couldn’t smell it on your fingers when you returned. So he made sure to stop it tonight, and yet, you surprised him again with your shamelessness. Worse than that, with the taste of you on his tongue, the action has cut his patience down to a fraction of what he gave you.
It was still the only thing on his mind, days from then, as he was discussing something with Uraume, still finding his lower mouth licking its lips at the memory. He didn’t even realize how late it got, already finding you sleeping in your shared bed. You wore a baby pink slip, face peaceful, and your body at complete ease. It easily called him towards you before stopping when your thighs pressed together, mumbling low in your sleep, “ Su..kuna…”
His gaze sharpened and swallowed the groan in his throat as he went to your side of the bed, sinking down as he pulled at his belt on his robes. You were still deep in your dreams when he pulled down the sheets and arranged your body like you were laid out on a table for him to feast on, though he plans to do the latter regardless. When his lower arms pushed up your slip, a chuckle left from the back of his throat, “ And you make this so easy for me.” He stared at your bare pussy, seeing the way you were already soaked from the dirty thoughts running rampant in your mind.
The mouth on his stomach opened again, tongue dragging over your slit and catching the taste he’s been thinking about for days. Sukuna watches your sleeping face, still unresponsive until he slowly presses his tongue back inside of you, causing you to sigh. “ That’s right. Submit to me.” Sukuna speaks low, hand moving to your clit to rub tight circles on the bundle of nerves, and a small moan leaves you as he times it with the thrusts of his tongue. You only grew sweeter, and now he felt that mouth on his stomach wasn’t good enough anymore to feast with.
His lower mouth retreats and closes as he lowers his upper body down, quickly covering your slit with his mouth as he presses his tongue into your hole like before with a groan. His hand never stopped rubbing you while his upper arms kept you spread as he could hear your breath speed up as you squeezed down on his tongue. He pulled his mouth away, watching how you twitched when he pressed two of his fingers into you and curled. “ Sukuna~” He glanced up to see your eyes still closed, now squeezing shut a bit tighter but still sleeping against the sheets. You call for him even now as he watches the way you dripped down his fingers, rushing blood between his legs as he felt your thighs twitch under his palms. His mouth covered your clit, kissing it messily as his fingers moved faster, your hips chasing the feeling from your dreams as your body grew hot. Sukuna could taste it; he knew you were right there, and he wanted it just as badly as you did in your dreams.
The hushed moan from your lips as your walls convulsed around his thick fingers, feeling how your walls sucked him in, and he knew all patience was lost. “ I’m tired of your games.” He says as he stands, his robes slipping off completely. He pulled out his fingers as he moved you towards him. He rubbed his tip against your twitchy cunt, smearing your essence along your clit before lowering and starting the slow press inside. He knew you would wake soon, uncaring for your silence any longer, as he inched in more to his surprise. “ You must have wanted this for so long. How else could your cunt take me with much ease on the first night?” Sukuna teased as he nearly bottoms out, while his hand stroked his other length before pulling his hips back and plunging deep again, and you moaned louder, brows furrowed as you started coming to.
Your vision was blurry as you felt your body move back and forth. You felt a deep stretch within your belly before realizing your legs were being held up and open. “ Wake up, girl, look at how honest your body is.” Sukuna’s voice cut through you like a knife as you looked up with sleepy-filled eyes and confusion, and he twitched at the cute expression you made. “ Wait…huh?” You try asking before a moan leaves you, before your body is suddenly folded even more. He startled you up just enough to now see the way he managed to bully his dick inside of you. How? When did he even?...
“ You think I don’t know about all the nights you've touched yourself?” Sukuna starts as his hips don’t stop, plunging into your squishy insides and forcing your small hands to hold onto him for support. “ Your fingers smell of your shamelessness when you leave our bed. Your pathetic calls of my name when you do. How your scent spikes in my nose when I’m possessive of you. My wife, be honest like your body, and I, as your husband, will aid you.” His thrusts curved into your tummy, forcing out moans from your throat as you listened to his words, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “ You..knew..”
“ Of course I did,” Sukuna leaned down over you, his mouth by your ear, and feeling the weight of not just him, but the second cock that rubbed along your clit with his movements, “ I was up when you let my other mouth taste you and using me to pleasure yourself. So I thought I could do the same.” You tightened around him, and he groaned against your ear before pulling back and angling your head to see the way he bulged out from your tummy as he pressed deep into your body. It was so erotic to see, and Sukuna smelled how your scent sweetened, making his pace fasten as you clung to his body. Your pussy clutched him tightly, coating him with each grind with a glisten that shone from the moonlight cascading in. “ This is…oh fuck!~”
Sukuna leaned back up, keeping your thighs spread wide, and got a good look at your body beneath him. He first stared at the way your pussy welcomed more of him, almost fitting him completely as you messed up the sheets beneath you. Then he went back to your body that shook with his thrusts, seeing your straps to your dress slip down your shoulders before his arms reached down, and a tearing sound echoed in the room. The cute pink nightgown, now shredded in the center to reveal the rest of your body for him, and kneading your chest with his hand. Finally back to your face, mouth stuck open as you were fighting the embarrassment and desire within you, as your body was already close to your second orgasm. “ No more hiding from me. I want to see it all.”
Your body was betraying you. You shouldn’t have been so turned to, but when you looked up to see the man towering over you, molding your body with ease as he gave you a pleasure you hadn't felt so intensely in so long, it made it a losing game. You almost wanted to push away from it, him and his gaze, but Sukuna wasn’t having any of it. He used his strength to pull you into his mean thrusts, forcing out another orgasm, and he relished how your walls squeezed around him with each shake.
When he pulled out, you thought he was finished. Thought you would be able to sleep again after he decided to get you back, but oh, how wrong you were. Sukuna had flipped your body onto your stomach, easily arching your back, and a hand pinned your head to the bed. “ I’ve been patient with you, my wife. I plan to get my fill of you tonight and forever more. ” He told you as you felt his mouth lower again, tongue dragging up and down your sensitive slit once more, and he grinned when you pressed your hips back against his mouth. A sharp spank makes your wiggling stop when he drags his mouth up, feeling you buck once his tongue circles your rim. You weren’t prepared for the intrusion at all. His thumb circles your clit when pressed back and forth inside of your ass.
You weren’t used to something like this, body tensing and unprepared as he gets your body used to the pleasure blooming from his skills. You tensed even more when you felt his fingers replace his tongue as he stood, thrusting in gradually as he slid back into your pussy like he never left. He timed his actions perfectly. While he pulled out of you, he’d thrust his fingers deeper into your ass. When his fingers pulled back, his tip knocked into your cervix and made your toes curl. Drool pooled from your mouth as your hips couldn’t stop wiggling from his antics, missing the way he watched you fall apart. “ There’s no need to worry about anything else now. Just perform your duties as my wife and follow my words.” It’s like he was captivating you, making you nod as his fingers pulled out completely, his other length teasing your ass as he let spit dribble pass his lips and onto you before he pressed forward there.
His hand now placed firmly at the back of your neck as the head of his dick went past the puckered rim. You don’t know if you’ll make it. “ Sukuna!~ It..might be..” You try to speak, hating how your pussy leaked around him as he pressed more inside, stuffing you in ways you never thought were possible, “...too much~”
A few quick smacks to your clit had made you sob against the sheets,“ Nonsense. Your body doesn’t resist me. You need to be more honest, like your mouth down here.” Sukuna’s thrust was slow, deliberate. Forcing you to feel every inch of both of his lengths inside you. It didn’t help with the stretch of his girth, making your walls conform to him. You didn’t even know that you were panting and whining against the sheets, feeling both nudge one another when he inches more into you, up until he bottoms out entirely. Your back arched, legs shuffling to run away from the deep fill of him inside of you, and Sukuna made no move to do so. “ Get used to this feeling. Your body will only know what my taste is like from now on.” You could barely hear him when he felt liquid splash against his hips, feeling your pussy squirt around him as he kept you plugged. You missed the wicked grin he gave as he pulled his hips back and left all mercy behind him.
The bed shook with the velocity of his rough thrusts, forcing every and any sound out of your body. Whether it was begs, his name, or just sex crazed babble, he was enjoying the way your body sucked him in. “ That’s right. Just take all of me. ” Sukuna’s voice was laced with honey, velvety smooth and making you sob when squirts of liquid shot out from between you again, uncaring to stop at all. “ Too deep…too good~ᥫ᭡ ” You muttered out, hips weakly trying to match him as he moves his hand to the front of your throat. The action made your back bend, eyes unfocused as they stared up at his red ones.
Even now, with your eyes blurry with wet tears from the overwhelming pleasure, you still saw how he stared down at you like he meant what he said earlier. You belonged to him and no one else. Another conquest of the king of curses for him and him only, and the thought only muddled your thoughts more. So much so to weakly obey his command to open your mouth as he spat down into your mouth before stuffing his fingers to follow. You felt pathetic as you sucked on his clawed digits, arch failing with each thrust as you could hear the man tsk at the action. Another spank to your body, yet your body weakly falls forward. “ No, you don’t. You were begging for this.” Sukuna scolded, keeping your body flushed as it felt like he was making out with your cervix. You couldn’t even run from the deep position as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You didn’t even have the chance to say anything when his arm wrapped around your throat, placing you in a headlock as he grinds his hips back and forth against you.
You couldn't even hear yourself anymore, cries filled with a need as he filled you with no resistance. “ It shouldn’t feel this good...” You whined out, lips pouting from the sensitivity of your body as he toyed with you.
“ Why not?” Sukuna questioned you, his hips stuttering at how you tried to milk him, “ Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head faster than you wanted to admit, making him grin. “ Then stop thinking and just cum until you can’t anymore. ” Sukuna turned your head, pressing a kiss to your lips for the first time that night, and you both groaned at the vice you gave him because of it. It was messy, yet so domineering for you. It felt like Sukuna was taking away any sense in you and filling you with his will and his thoughts. If this were how you would have gotten treated in the long run, you would have let him touch you before now.
Sukuna pulled his mouth away from you for a split second, letting your moans filter past your lips as he just stared at you. He wouldn’t let you turn or shake away, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. It didn’t matter if your eyes were closed. “ Look at me.” He wasn’t asking. He was ordering you, and your eyes fluttered back open the second you heard him. You couldn’t even tell where he started and ended anymore, just lost in the fuzzy sensation that tingled over your body. Sukuna could already see the distant look in your eyes. Light pats to your cheek stirred a whine from you. “ You stay with me. I want you to stay awake for the rest of this.”
You grabbed onto his arm for support; the muscles flexing beneath your fingertips were the only thing keeping you steady. Keeping you from drifting too far into delusions, yet your begs were doing something to him. The teary look you gave him when saying “ pleaseᝰ.ᐟ” and “ right thereᝰ.ᐟ” only made him more certain in what he intended to do. His mouth was right beside your ear again, muttering words that should have been your biggest fear to hear. But not you. No, the words almost made you wish you could push back on him harder. “ Maybe if I cum this deep inside of you, you could give me my first heir.”
You moaned at the thought, completely lost in the pleasure as you begged pathetically. Begged for him to stay inside your pussy. Begged him to not pull out until he’s finished and made his claim. Begged him to cum deep in your belly because that’s where his cum should go as his wife.
The proclamation made his hips brutal, slamming down onto you as he used your body how he saw fit. Giving you no remorse as you happily took it all for him. Even when his body pulled you closer and onto your sides, you still held your leg open for him. His mouth placed dark marks on your throat as his right upper arm took hold of your leg in the fold of his elbow, when the lower one on the same side rubbed your clit in messy circles.
“ Where do you want me to cum?”
Your hand quickly dragged him from your clit to your body, right where he was thrusting, “ Right here! Nowhere else, please!~” You whined before he put his hand back to your clit, and you squeezed him so hard it felt like he wouldn’t move at all.
Sukuna’s smile was wicked against your skin, “ Are you sure? I can pull out for you.” He faked the concern in his tone, and you still shook your head. “ I deserve it here only. It’s only-fuck!—right to have it here as your wife.” It’s almost like you believed your words as your head fell forward. His thrusts were sloppy, yet slammed into you so deeply. So full that you can’t even imagine how big you would grow carrying a child for him.
“ If that’s how you feel, then I shouldn’t deny you that as your husband,” Sukuna growled against your ear, chasing his release as you were forced to take it all as his tip kissed your cervix, and his mouth covered yours again. Sukuna’s last words were hushed along your lips, a possessive order he expected to follow. “ Don’t spill a drop of it.” Your answer lay bare on your lips as you kissed him again, feeling his clawed hands flexed along your thighs before a groan rumbled deep in his throat. You felt the way his hips didn’t stop as he came deep inside of you, filling you in ways that shouldn’t have rolled your last orgasm weakly through you. The warmth spreading deep into your body and the whines that left your throat when he slowly pulled himself out of you, admiring the way he stretched both holes of yours with a chuckle, fingers pressing into your sensitive pussy to force back the cum that was going to spill.
You felt like this was a fever dream, feeling how numb you were from the consecutive orgasms he gave you. You thought sleep would have given you mercy, but Sukuna was stronger than such forces, using your body long into the night and being filled each and every single time. And you loved it without a batting thought.
It only made things more interesting as the switch within you was night and day. No longer did you hide from his heavy gazes, now knowing what’s to come when he gives you such looks. You walked around with more confidence, knowing you're the most well-protected person in the entire estate.
It was even more of a shock when you arrived late to another meeting between Sukuna and the Jujutsu Society, some almost passed out in shock from the noticeable swell of your belly and how happily you sat on his lap, unlike before. You even waved at them as you pressed a hand to your tummy, giddiness and excitement filling Sukuna’s nose as he heard the elders ask what this was all about.
Sukuna gave a nonchalant look as you sank comfortably into his lap, one of his arms reaching to touch your belly as well and place a gentle rub, “ You should be happy. My heir will symbolize the union and peace between us. Isn’t this what you wanted?” You had to stiffen your laugh as you heard small concerns from old allies and gathered their attention, hoping your words would ease them. “ I was told to become his wife. Was this not a part of the deal?”
Someone actually fainted. Sukuna simply chuckled, and you could only shake your head, happy and content with surviving the ‘lion's den’ they threw you in. At least your king spoils you well, and soon will spoil the heir you carried.
The giddiness in your body wouldn’t leave, and you didn’t want it to. You stared at the text one last time before heading back to your friends, telling them that your boyfriend was en route. They teased like all the times before, hoping to finally meet the mysterious man that you’ve been dating for months. You always get asked the same questions when events or get-togethers let you bring a plus one, and you arrive alone each time.
“Is this man real or not?”
“He can’t make it to one event?!”
“He thinks we’re gonna bite or something? Tell him to stop being scary!”
You always defused your friend’s constant chatter about him, the more typical reason being work, while the rest just came down to Toji being too tired and wanting to spend his day off sleeping in or with you only. But this time you pleaded with him. You know all too well that Toji wasn’t the most social of men, and your friends can be more high-energy than you at times, but you realllllly wanted to show him off for once. Toji almost said no, but your pout and pleas softened him considerably, and he promised to find a costume for your friend’s Halloween party. You even got him to match your theme since you were dressed as Chucky. You told him just to pick a random horror icon. The easiest ones to do.
You had come over early to help with decorations, and with the party an hour and a half in, you’d had a few shots and were in a great mood. It only got even better when you got a text, saying he was parking, and you told your friends your boyfriend is here and hurried off. Your one friend, dressed as a pin-up Cinderella, with playful banter on her drunken lips, “I hope he isn’t dressed as the Invisible Man.” Another friend, dressed as Poison Ivy, popped her arm as you headed down the hallway towards the door. You didn’t even give a second thought as you opened the door before you found yourself stuck staring at the man before you.
A white, ghoulish mask faced you, towering over you as he wore all black. You found yourself stuck as he tilted his head and gave a wave before a voice pierced through, “Are you gonna let me in, Doll?”
You shook your head a bit before sliding to the side as he walked towards you, arm wrapping around your waist as he tilted his mask off just a bit to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed against him before he pulled back, catching the familiar scar over his lips as he closed the door for you. You barely noticed your friends crowded at the other end of the hall, staring at the tall man who was holding their friend. They watched him slip off the hood and pulled off the ghostface mask completely to address your friends, “Nice to finally meet y’all. I’m her boyfriend, Toji.”
Your friends were gobsmacked as they watched the raven-haired man circulate through your friend’s living room, watching him chat with some of the men, as you now became holed up in the kitchen like an interrogated criminal. “Bitch, are you dating a midnight ballerina?” You smacked her gloved arm playfully as your friends giggled as she kept going, “No, but seriously! What the hell does he do to look like a Greek statue?”
You took an inhale of the blunt you had in your hands, exhaling with a shake of your head, “He goes to the gym, but he works a bunch of construction jobs during the week, and he’ll pick up some shifts for security on weekends sometimes. Hence why it’s hard to get him outside.”
Your other friend, dressed up as Harley Quinn, leaned against the counter with a knowing smirk, “Nah. You just wanted to keep all that eye candy for yourself, and I don’t blame you. Sex with him must be spectacular.” It erupted a good laugh from you all as you felt a hand rest on your hip, and a gloved hand reached for a Jell-O shot in the center. He gave you a glance before downing the shot there and walking back to the guys who pulled out some cards, and suddenly, Toji’s attention was glued to the Blackjack bets. “You really are a lucky girl.”
Your friend’s words had your mind running, even more with your new fascination with Toji dressed up in costume. It was a simple costume and one that’s been done plenty of times, and yet, your mind kept going back to the gut feeling you had when you first opened the door. Something that wasn’t foreign in feeling, but more so in reasoning as to why now? It was a feeling that stuck with you long after the party was finished, and you felt how your body might have been a little crossed at this point.
“Toji, make sure my good sis gets home safe! We made her drink more than she’s used to!” A green-gloved hand waved at you two, the pair laughing with amusement at how Toji just carried you with ease to the passenger seat and strapped you in before he answered back. “Always do. Who do you think deals with her after all those brunch time mimosas?” The comment earned him a few laughs and brownie points in their graces as he waved one last time, you waving through the window as he drove you away.
He eyed you on and off as he drove, hearing you mumble the lyrics on the radio as you found yourself staring at the mask on the center console before eyeing his profile with a grin. You always made it known when you were staring at him, without muttering a single word. He can always feel where your eyes are. “Yes?”
He heard you giggle as you leaned in, liquor having you more honest than usual, “I don’t know why, but you look really hot in this costume.” It made him chuckle, but you kept going, “ Especially with the mask on.”
Now that made him turn to glance at you at the red light. He could see the liquor and desire swirling in your eyes as he grinned, moving one hand to rest on your thigh, “With the mask on? I thought you said I was handsome?”
“You are. But you did something to me. Maybe that’s why girls always have their men buy this damn mask.” You weren’t thinking of your words, but Toji became even more amused as he let you keep going. “Why do women do that? Y’all like the movie that much?”
You gave a weak wave at him as you played with the fake knife on your lap, “No, it’s something about wondering what or who’s behind the mask. I know it’s you, but even if you were playing the part, it was almost like you were a different person. I feel like it’s hard to put into words, so maybe it’s better to say I got turned on by it.” You said the words like it was nothing, but they were replayed inside Toji’s head. He glanced back down at the mask on the center console for a second as ideas bloomed in his head, as you chatted about something else from the party tonight.
The ideas filled up his mind for the entire ride back to your shared home before Toji helped you inside and mentioned doing something and coming right back. You paid him no mind, nodding to agree as you went to find a snack before taking off your makeup for the night. The munchies were too strong of a feeling to miss how the door slammed shut, and when you turned around, it was nothing.
You didn’t think anything of it at first until you saw a figure in the hallway further past the steps of your home. A closer look, and you could see the ghostface mask and the fake knife in one hand. You grinned at first, leaning against the wall, “Why hello, Mr. Ghostface. Happy Halloween!~” You watched how he did that same head tilt and wave, and Toji now saw the way your thick thighs pressed against each other at the action. But he stayed silent.
You eyed him as he first approached you, heavy steps as he stalked forward. You wanted to giggle at how he took your rambles seriously, so you wanted to play along. “Why are you here tonight? I should be in the seq—” The words snatched from you as you gasped at the sudden hand around your throat that yanked you forward.
“Now, when have sluts ever survived the movie?”
His voice sounded deeper when it was this close to your ear, and the whimper that left your throat was pitiful. And the sound only made him put a slightly tighter grip as he spoke, “And you’re proving my point now. You sound so pathetic, and I haven’t done anything to you yet.” He gave you a chance to speak, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Being a slut? Nah, you don’t mean that, but it’s your lucky night.” Toji told you, before letting you go, giving you a firm shove towards the steps, causing a slight stumble as you grabbed the banister, “I’m gonna have you work for it, if you’re gonna make it to the sequel.”
Your legs suddenly felt like jelly, unable to move as a sudden heat ran through you, along with a whole bunch of mixed emotions about yourself. It made Toji tsk before he abruptly threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing to him. Even as you try to play your ‘part’, trying your best to struggle before a loud smack landed on your bare thighs for your disobedience. It shouldn’t have turned you on. It shouldn’t have made you wish for him to do it again, as his hand massaged the reddened skin he had hit before tossing you unceremoniously onto the bed. By the time you sat up, he was peering down at you. “What …are you gonna do?”
Toji leans down towards you, hands propped on his knees as he stares you down behind the mask, “If you satisfy me tonight, I’ll reward you with your life. I think that’s fair, don’t you?” Toji nodded, and you found yourself copying his movements. He leaned in closer, voice barely above a whisper, “But still tell me if anything’s too much.”
That was the voice of the man you knew all too well, still caring about your safety and comfort like always. You gave him a small ‘okay’, and all of the softness was gone like before as he stood up again to his full height. “How do you want me to satisfy you?” Toji didn’t say anything in response as you watched him slip off the hooded costume, keeping the mask in place to show the black wife-beater underneath and the matching loose pants he wore, tugging at the strings.
And you’re just stuck staring at the man you watched undress hundreds of times before, playing a role you haven’t seen from him ever. Your eyes were still stuck on the mask for the most part until he grabbed you again by the throat, maneuvering your head to hang over the bed. Your back was against the sheets, and you were staring up at him, but more so the twitching length a few inches from your face. Maybe it was the blood rushing to your skull, but your mouth was already moving to place wet kisses on the underside, and you felt the flesh twitch along your lips. Your tongue peeked out, licking at it, and he chuckled, tapping the tip against your lips. “ Open your mouth. ”
And you did exactly that.
Toji got a nice view of watching his dick slip down your throat until it was halfway, before pulling out to roll his hips forward. His taste was heavy, familiar, and welcomed as you muffled a moan around him. Toji could see how your thighs quickly pressed together as he forced more of himself down your throat as he leaned forward. The way he just pried your legs apart makes you forget how strong your boyfriend was, feeling his hand cup over your clothed mound, and his firm grip made sure you didn’t close your legs again. You could feel him rub through the fabric, fighting to not roll your hips up into him. You gagged when he placed a few harsh smacks to your clit, making spit spill from the edges of your lips.
“Of course you like choking on it.” Toji teased before rubbing his fingers against your clothed slit, feeling the wetness underneath the layers he felt, “Maybe I should give you some relief, huh?” His hands gripped the seams of your romper, giving a quick tug, and you felt the material give way to his strength. Toji pushed your panties out of the way, giving your clit a couple more smacks directly before having his fingers trail up and down your slit.
By now, your head tried to bob, tried to get any movement for yourself. But that’s not what he wanted. Toji’s hips were mean as he forced more of himself down your throat. He was treating you like a sex object. Using your throat the way he felt, groaning above you when you hollowed your cheeks, his fingers soon found themselves deep into your pussy with little warning. You squeezed down on his fingers when he curled them every time he pressed them deep. He wasn’t as sweet as he used to be, simply fucking your cunt in a way that had you bucking against him.
The sound of your muffled gags on and off, mixed with the grunts of Toji’s and loud squelching sounds from between your legs, was deafening. Toji couldn’t help but lean down, pulling his mask up just a bit to place his tongue on your clit, and you were forced to stay there at his mercy. Feeling his whole weight on top of you, while his fingers never slowed, and you swore your eyes were rolling inside of your head. Toji let out a chuckle, feeling your body convulse beneath him, watching you coat his fingers when you came. He stopped, adjusting his stance as he pulled his dick out of your mouth, tapping it against your face. “I’m surprised you didn’t beg me to stop. Maybe you can survive this after all.”
You were yanked back up, still a bit dazed from such a quick coming release, before you felt the man folding your body. He tugged down the straps of your costume and yanked off the strapless bra, kneading the soft skin before teasing and tugging your nipples with his fingers. Your moans spilled past your lips, feeling him rub his spit-covered tip against you before he lowered. Thighs twitching when you felt him sink in, already feeling how deep he was reaching, and he didn’t stop until you could feel the trimmed hairs against you. You were so full already, the stretch and depth made you squirm as he didn’t move, just staring down at you through he mask as you whined and whimpered pathetically. “What’s the crying for? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Toji spoke above you, feeling your walls squeeze around him, almost like they were trying to force him out, but Toji barely pulled out when he did move his hips.
He pulled out to just halfway before bottoming out again. He could see your cute, little toes curl every time he kissed your cervix. The moans from you only made Toji want to be meaner if you’ll start milking him like this. “Hold..on..” Your shaky hands press on his chest, feeling your stomach twist with liquid fire, as he sped up his merciless hips. You saw him shake his head slowly, hand pressing into your thighs to spread you more for his cruel pace. He should have grabbed his phone first, seeing how your brows were furrowed, mouth draped open, and watching how he forced himself deeper like there was somewhere else to go. And Toji also felt how your pussy easily convulsed again and forced a groan from him as he could hear the wet slaps of skin against each other. “So filthy and selfish. You came twice already, and you aren’t even thinking about me.”
The sudden emptiness almost made you sob, already used to his stretch, but Toji quickly returned, flipping your body again, and you nearly wanted to crawl away. Shit, you started to, but Toji pulled you right back. “No need to act scared now. Especially when she’s crying for me here.” He pulled up your hips, rubbing his tip along your soaked entrance before he thrusted back inside, starting a pace that had you seeing stars. Your fingers dug into the sheets, even as his hands landed a few more spanks and pulled a moan from you each time. Toji grinned when you started to press back against him, your hips rocking with his.
It took you a second to notice the object on the bed. Toji’s phone was propped up against the pillows to record the sinful display he caused. “Make sure you do a good job. You’re on camera now.” Toji teased, slamming into you faster, and your moans picked up. He was hitting into the same spot as before, but it felt more intense. More hypnotic, causing a new feeling to bloom in your gut that Toji noticed made you try to crawl away from it again. That made his hand reach out to grab your neck from the front, physically pulling you back onto his dick, and he saw your eyes roll back on his screen. “That’s right. Don’t run from anything. Take my dick like the good lil’ slut you are. Continue to be a ‘Good Doll’.”
His words shouldn’t have sounded so hot in your mind, feeling that same virgin feeling continue to spread, your body not feeling like its own. You tried to voice it, tried to warn him, but Toji wasn’t gonna stop his pursuit of driving your body crazy. “waitwaitwaitwait-” You babbled off, trying to fight off his grip. Toji didn’t stop until he felt the spray of your arousal force him out, tapping his tip against your clit until it stopped. Your lower body shook as Toji gave you no breaks and pressed back inside, slipping out of character just a bit, “I always knew you could do that. Do it again.”
Your pussy fluttered around him, sucking him in so well that Toji couldn’t stop talking for once, “It doesn’t make sense how wet your pussy is.” Toji landed another harsh smack to your ass before propping up his leg, “I must have chosen a good slut to like something like this.” He watched you nod your head fast, feeling the way he rolled his hips down to knock into your cervix. “I’m a good slut~ᥫ᭡ I promi-ᝰ.ᐟ “You were cut off as you let out a small scream, feeling the way Toji’s fingers snuck to rub your sensitive clit, making you cream against him, and Toji only edged on your lust-filled thoughts.
“You’re gonna be a good slut for me?” Toji had your face closer to his phone, capturing your sex-crazed face as you didn’t realize Toji had stopped thrusting, letting your hips slam back onto him while he still toyed with your clit.
“ Mhmm~ᥫ᭡”
“Keep fucking back on me like that.” Toji gave another spank and felt how you tightened and drool around his length, “You like getting hit like that?” Toji grinned as he started to thrust back along with you, making you sob beneath him as your body screamed at you. You were too far gone, yet Toji knew all the right buttons to push to drive you down his own lust-filled ideas. “ Yes, it feels good…so good baby~ᥫ᭡”
Toji, still wanting to keep up the ploy, had rearranged your bodies again. It shouldn’t have soaked you more with how he moved your body with ease, like how he had his phone propped to catch him slipping you back down on his length. “Show me how good it feels. Get yourself off.” Toji told you and your hips were quick to find a rhythm. You could hear the wet sounds between your thighs, evidence of how badly Toji turned you on in the moment. He could see how much you were enjoying this and remembered another conversation you two had before. It felt like now would have been the perfect time to do it.
You’re oblivious to Toji’s thoughts, happily bouncing in his lap as you fought the exhaustion in your body, pulling a whine from your throat, “I.. I can’t do this.” You sobbed as your bounces slowed down just a bit before a loud smack was heard. Small prickles of pain spread from your face, spreading down the heat all the way down to your core, and Toji felt you squeeze down on him. That’s when his hands went to your throat, thrusting his hips up into you, and Toji watched your eyes gloss over like all the countless times before he gets you in bed. “ Yes you can. A slut that loves getting smacked and choked out can do it with no problem. "
His thrusts were so mean, slamming into you from below with his tip, making out with your cervix as broken moans and sobs were forced from you. It didn’t help that Toji sporadically smacked your face and ass as his hips didn’t stop while he put just the slightest of pressure on your throat still. You looked at him so pretty, tears starting to fall down your face, and your makeup all smudged. Your costume barely held together from his rough treatment of the fabrics. But he couldn’t let go of the feel of your pussy, cursing beneath the mask as his head hit the headboard, feeling you squirt around him again.
He could hear your small begs from you, releasing your throat to listen to your pleas, “Kiss…toji please…” You looked straight through him, like the mask wasn’t there at all. Toji damn near ripped the mask off and tossed it, hair looking wild as he pulled you back to slam your lips onto his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to match Toji’s messy pace as you kissed him sloppily, “Cum already~ᥫ᭡ I wanna feel you inside.” You moaned by his ear, kissing right beneath his ear, and his hips had stuttered for a second. Your lips placed wet kisses on his throat, almost marking his skin with reddish marks as Toji groaned beside you. “Baby, don’t start speaking to me like that. I’ll ruin you for sure.”
The sex must have made you loopy, letting out a small giggle as you nipped his ear, “ It’s too late for that. Ruin me some more.” Toji hated how your words made him twitch inside, slamming your hips down before biting at your shoulder as he came deep inside with a guttural groan. Ropes of thick cum painted your walls as you shuddered above him, forced to stay pressed against him as you felt everything. Your head rested on his shoulder, breathing mingled and slowly coming to before you looked up to see those same green eyes staring at you. You leaned over to give him a chaste kiss, feeling his hand rub your reddened cheek, “Did I overstep with the slaps? I know we mentioned it before, but I thought our roleplay session was a good time to try it.”
You giggled, staying close to him as you kissed his palm, “I wasn’t expecting it, but I hate to admit that it was a turn on with the mix of everything else you were doing.” You lay against his shoulder again, feeling his other hand rub at your back and sore cheeks as he shifted to reach for something. You look back at his phone, still recording you two as he faced it towards you. You had that sex afterglow despite the ruined costume makeup on your face that morphed from drool, tears, and smudges against the bed. “Any last words for the camera, pretty girl?” You give a big smile, leaning against his chest with that look in your eyes that had his dick twitch inside of you again.
“Can’t wait to see you in the sequel, Mr. Ghostface. Make sure to call me next time too ~ᥫ᭡ ”
This is just a masterlist for all song fic related things. Most of them will probably be smut, but I'll use markers to specify if it's more than that. These are all stand alone oneshots and some people might appear in it more than once cause they fit the vibe of the song more, but I'll try to give variety.
Toji x Reader: You knew what was going on. You weren't dumb. Many friends, family and coworkers alike have told you that they saw the man your were head over heels with too close to other women. You knew exactly what was going on , and yet, you couldn't find it in yourself to leave him.
All Mines x Brent Faiyaz ⚘𑁍
Muzan x Reader: Muzan knows he's the reason for your breakups. He knows he's the reason why he gets so pissed seeing you with other men smiling. They weren't worth your grace and smiles. That was a luxury meant for him and him alone.
Roll Some Mo x Lucky Daye ✿ 𑁍
Nanami x Reader: Nothing like a lazy day of just laying in bed. With your boyfriend and some weed? Even better. Especially when his hands get touchy, but you're not complaining
Edible x Flo Milli 𑁍
Sukuna x Reader: All you wanted was a mentorship. Someone to help guide you in the right direction to be a successful business owner. You didn’t want to tarnish that hard work by being the latest woman to fall into the lap of Ryomen Sukuna. Though it might not be a catch he’s willing to let go of.
You x Lola Brooke ft. Bryson Tiller 𑁍
Kashimo x Reader: Everyone was tired of the relationship you had with Kashimo, and sometimes you were to. But no matter how much he pisses you off or the times he likes to get under your skin with petty stuff, Kashimo will make sure he's forgiven all by the end of the night. But you also knew you would never look for another man when Kashimo can handle you perfectly fine.
Gang Baby x NLE Choppa 𑁍
Enjin x Reader x Toji: You weren't intentionally trying to share a flat with men whose content you watched. It was a lucky accident as you had to make yourself not seem easy. But the duo just makes you comfortable. So comfortable that when they ask you to to film something with them, you couldn't resist. Just keep your face out of it.
Candy Drip x Lucky Daye ✿𑁍
Satoru x Reader: Satoru was never one to care about anything but his vices. If you weren't Suguru and Ieiri, you were ignored, but can't you blame him? The Gojo name made him a spetacle and drew in people who only cared about his name and family. Something he grew up to hate long into his Sophomore year. But then you were paired with Suguru for a mini project, and Satoru can't understand it! Your cute smile. The way you listened to him talk. And now your plaguing his mind when he should be studying! He can't be crushing on you, right?
While your city was big with thousands of people living there and traveling day in and day out, locals knew about you simply because of your boyfriend. Well, your sometimes boyfriend.
While you were working your dream job, helping patients as a nurse and trying your hardest to remind yourself you can lose your license, you were still messing around with men like Hajime Kashimo. The man was known mainly for the fights he got into and won. Most issues with him are settled with his fist, and he’ll grab a gun out of your hand before you get a chance to pull the trigger. And that’s the kind of man that you ended up so crazy for.
You and Kashimo always butted heads, always wanting to rile up the other, but that was y’all. Sometimes you both hated each other's guts for however long before he found himself deep in yours, apologizing for whatever. It was a cycle that anyone who wasn’t you was tired of. But you have history with the man. He’s been around for so long that you can’t imagine your life without him.
But that doesn’t mean you haven’t wanted to smack him upside the head a couple of times.
Even Kashimo’s friends didn’t understand why he kept going back to you, knowing how often he goes to make you jealous with how women would approach him. It only made them more confused when he would always stop you from fighting the women that he involved in his toxic little games.
Tonight wasn’t any different as he convinced you to come outside on one of your off days. Kashimo couldn’t stop eyeing you, let alone keeping his hands to himself, as the white dress clung to your body. It was a pretty contrast against your skin tone, and the perfume you sprayed just happened to be one of his favorites. Kashimo was only outside because his friends told him, and they weren’t shocked at your presence, sitting pretty on his lap as you all shared a few drinks. You were enjoying yourself for the most part. Up until you stepped away to use the restroom and freshen your lip combo, before you noticed the pair of women standing near the table you were at. Your face is already frowning as you try not to let your attitude bubble as you watch Kashimo smile in their faces, as one even reaches out to touch his bandaged forearms that you recently treated for him.
You stood there and watched the scene continue, even witnessing one of the women attempt to sit in the booth, damn near on his lap. At least Kashimo was smart enough to dissuade her from that, but it didn’t stop him from holding her hand and smiling up at her like the asshole he was.
Your legs moved on their own, and it was like Kashimo sensed it. His eyes glanced past them, and he was already standing as you rudely pushed past the crowd and didn’t give two fucks about how anyone felt. Kashimo was already trying to calm you down, but your words flew at the pair before you could blink.
Maybe the alcohol impaired you more than you thought, as you just felt so angry seeing them trying to get close to the man you’ve been through hell and back with. So impaired and angry that you barely noticed the muted sounds as he pulled you out of the club. “ Kash, get the fuck off of me, I swear to god!”
It was futile trying to pull away until you found yourself leaning against his truck's door. “ Why did you have to create a whole scene like that? That was uncalled for.”
“ Uncalled for?! So now it’s uncalled for when I see some random bitches surrounding my boyfriend, whose goofy ass is always entertaining them like the fucking clown he is.” You spat, and Kashimo eyed you at your tone.
“ Watch your mouth.” He warned, already giving an inclination for what he could plot. But caution was long gone from your brain; nothing but attitude and anger there.
“ I’ll say what the fuck I want. Same way how you feel you can speak to whatever bitch is around.” You went into your purse, grabbing your phone as he watched you swipe across your screen, “ Waste of a fucking day off. I’m going home.”
“ Then get in the car.” Kashimo pressed his car keys to unlock it, but you walked away. “Where the hell are you going?” You barely answered him, just paying for your Uber before he snatched your phone out of your hand. Kashimo canceled your ride as he heard you curse him out more.
“ You asshole!” You yell, reaching back for your phone that he held out of the way, “ I’m not riding in the car with you anywhere. Go bring one of those bitches back!”
“ Babe…” Kashimo’s tone was a warning, still ignored in your fury.
“ Just go the fuck back inside and piss off! AND I’m blocking your number tonight.” You nagged on as you still tried to get your phone, hating that the liquor impaired you just a bit more than usual.
“ Baby, listen to me…” Kashimo felt the vein on the side of his head pulse with irritation. Even if he was the source of your rage, you never spoke to him like this, let alone disrespect him this badly in public.
“ Why should I listen to you when you want to keep playing in my face all this time, Kashimo?! I’m over that shit!” You point your short manicured nails at him, giving him a glare that he wasn’t sure he could tell if you meant it or not, “ I’m done with you. Leave me alone.”
The words sounded deafening; it was even louder than the club music as Kashimo stared at you wide-eyed. He almost felt like you meant your words, giving you the chance to snatch your phone back to call another Uber. Kashimo opened his passenger side door before he reached back to grab your arm, just hard enough to make you jerk back. Your head whipped around, ready to lash out again until you made eye contact.
His cyan eyes pierced you, and his face was almost unreadable. You only see this look on his face when he is sizing up someone for a fight. Like he dared someone to challenge him. “ Get in the car. Now.” Kashimo’s voice was rough around the edges, keeping his grip on your arm firm as your legs found themselves walking back. He still held open your door, watching how you eyed him now before sitting in the seat. But by how the car door slammed once you got in, you realized you may have overstepped.
Even the car ride was silent. No talking. No radio. Shit, it barely sounded like everyone was breathing. You know you barely could, phone no longer interesting in your hands as you tapped your foot on the floor. When he parked, you knew better to touch the door handle, seeing him get out to do exactly that. You stepped out before he slammed it shut and locked it, catching up to his fast pace. Kashimo still said nothing to you, walking through the lobby of your building with little effort. Holding the elevator door open with a more visible attitude as you just walked in. “ Kash baby, please--”
“ Shut up.” Kashimo spits it out in a tone that makes you huff. “ I don’t need to deal with your fucking attitude.” He gave a dry laugh as the elevator doors opened, grabbing your arm once more and pulling you down the hall. “ Always switching between your moods fast,” He used his free hand to get the spare key that you swore would snatch back from him a long time ago, “ But don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”
Your door opened, and he practically pushed you inside, stumbling in your boots as the door shut and you whined at the sudden grip at the nape of your neck, “ You think Imma let you throw away all this time, baby? Think you can get rid of me?” He made you walk to your couch, knees falling into the cushion as he pushed your face down onto the decorative pillow. “ All over girls whose names I don't even remember.” You pushed your head back up, pouting at the man, “ You keep entertaining them, and you know I hate it!”
“ It’s because you make such fun reactions. Love seeing how worked up you get over lil ole’ me.” Kashimo talked as his hands rolled up your dress as he squatted down, “But you have a point, so Imma make it up to you, hm?” He stuck out his tongue and dragged it over your clothed slit, making you gasp. “ Will you accept my apology?” Kashimo kept toying with you, dragging his tongue up and down, stopping to poke at your nub and you bucked.
“ No…you jerk...” You sigh out, feeling the way he pulled down your panties, jumping when he used his hands to spread you open. He grinned at how your hole twitched for attention,” Guess I have some begging to do.” Kashimo’s mouth descends as his tongue repeats the same motions but directly, pulling an easy moan from you. He kept the action going before moving down, placing sloppy kisses on your clit before going back and toying with your entrance. He barely stuck the tip of his tongue inside before teasing you, making you slowly soak. “ Like I can’t leave this taste. This is mine.” Kashimo mumbles, pressing his tongue and chuckling at the squeeze you gave him.
Your hands fisted the material of the couch poorly, shaking your hips for more as resolve rapidly died out in your body. You could feel how he would thrust it back and forth, coming out to toy with your clit before going back to taste you again. A rhythm that soon had you moaning low against the furniture. His tongue stayed in place as his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles, slowly rocking your hips onto his face, “ Just like that pleaseᝰ.ᐟ ” You moan out, feeling his tongue pull out, but his thumb never stops. “ Making you feel good, huh?” Kashimo asked, seeing you nod when he spat down onto your pucker rim, watching it slide down to your pussy before catching it with his tongue.
You knew damn well you weren't leaving Kashimo any time soon. No one can keep up with your dramatic mood swings and single-handedly spoil you as Kashimo does. And you especially weren't gonna find someone who would eat you like this ever in your life. Never had to ask. Never had to direct. He always knew where to touch, press, and lick to get you there every time. Kashimo knew it was his quickest way into forgiveness, and he knew you weren’t far from doing exactly that. You were already rocking back onto his tongue, grinding against his face with an eagerness he wanted to tease you about.
But he knew how to get you begging for it, trailing back up to your neglected hole, tongue teasing the rim, and your hips stuttered. You almost pulled away when his tongue pressed past the tight ring, feeling you drip further, reaching his thumb that never stops its ministrations. Kashimo groaned, enjoying how your body shook under his tongue, going back and forth between both holes as you kept making the sounds he liked. “ Baby, I’m sorry, and I mean it.” His tongue was still going at it, before a slurp sound came from him, and you pushed against him more. “ You gonna forgive me?”
You whimpered against the pillow you grabbed for support, still ignoring him, and Kashimo realized how stubborn you plan to be. He just smiles, his hand moving to coat his fingers in your juices and slip two fingers into you. It felt good to have something other than his tongue inside, though you aren’t complaining. You just wanted more without begging for anything. Maybe this is why Kashimo called you a ‘brat’ from time to time.
His mouth stayed busy, giving full attention to your ass as he fingered you open, curling right against that spot that made you continue to throw your hips back. Kashimo’s lips and chin were a mess, speeding up with your pace as he knew you were chasing your orgasm. “ Gonna cum on my fingers for me?” Kashimo coos at you, watching you nod, “ Yes baby~ᥫ᭡.”
“ You gonna accept my apology?” He slowed his long fingers down just enough to make you whine again, bouncing back to chase that feeling in your stomach. “ Yes, I do~ᥫ᭡ ” Words tumbling out when your brain was clouded in lust, riding out your sudden orgasm on his fingers before Kashimo replaced it with his tongue. He groaned against you, riding out the aftershocks before he finally pulled away. The glistening of your pussy from the lamp made him hurry to undo his pants and snatch off his shirt.
He wasn’t the only one to strip, manhandling your body to take off your outfit, leaving you with just your boots and your panties stuck on one leg. You felt Kashimo tap against your clit, as his other hand pressed on your lower back to keep you arched. “ I still think it’s funny that you thought you could get rid of me.” Your toes curled in your boots as he slowly sank himself inside, not rushing in the slightest, as you choked out a sound from how deep he was so fast. He pulled out slowly, keeping his movements deliberate and making you feel every inch. It made your mouth part open, yet no sounds came as they were trapped in your throat. “ You feel how she’s treating me? This feels like home.” Kashimo talked like your pussy wasn’t attached to you.
Kashimo didn’t pick up speed just yet, still making you feel the drag of his length going in and out of you. “ I’m not giving any other woman this treatment. All of this is just for you.” Kashimo said it with a certainty that made you squeeze him when he slipped back inside, arching more with the angle pulling a sound from you both. “ Do you hear me?” Just as he had asked, his hips finally started to speed up. You couldn’t hold back any sounds that he pulled from you, feeling him pull your hips back into his thrusts. “ I love your moody ass too much for you to just walk away.”
You were throwing your hips back at him, too. Letting out moans and curses alike as his tip kissed so deeply inside of you. Kashimo could already see the way you creamed around him, his eyes stuck staring before spreading you open to get a clearer view. “ Think you can find someone that’ll do better than this?” He saw you shake your head, and he rewarded you with his thumb pressing into your ass, “ That’s what I thought.” And you weren’t lying either. Even when you tried to distance yourself from Kashimo and tried other people once, it was so lackluster that you never tried again.
He made sure his thumb was plugged in as he adjusted his footing on your couch. “Doesn’t matter what happens.” You felt just enough pressure on the nape of your neck, and suddenly, you couldn’t turn around because of his foot: “ Sex with anyone after me is mediocre.” Kashimo was smug as his hips drilled down into you, unable to run from the delicious pressure he gave. No man should be treating you like this, and yet, it’s so fun being with him. “ fuckfuckfuckfuck~ᥫ᭡ ” You chanted out after each thrust back inside, hating how badly you were enjoying this. You loved this man so much that you hated it!
His foot soon moved to be propped, hand grabbing at your neck from behind to pull you up before landing a harsh smack to your asscheek. “ Move,” Kashimo told you, hating how fast your hips slammed back onto his pelvis, chasing that yummy feeling he gave inside of you. “ Looking really pathetic for someone who was done with me.” You reached back to smack at his leg in defiance, yet your hips never broke up the rhythm. The smacking sound echoing between you two was deafening, making it worse when he pulled out his thumb to use both his hands to grip your hips. “ Cum on this too since it’s yours.” He was mostly pulling you back onto him, before you were slamming back down on him yourself.
Your hands held onto the couch arm, to support your body as you were in such a need for your second release of the night, “ So close babyᝰ.ᐟ” Your voice peaked as you felt Kashimo fuck back to get you there. You felt his hand grab at your chin, bending your back to see your face when he watched your orgasm crash over you, and he had to fight not to cum inside you now. He let go of your face before slipping out of you with a hiss, already missing the way you wrapped around him. You felt the other cushions move as you looked up to see him sitting down against the sectional, seeing his dick glisten and stand proud against his stomach. Kashimo tapped his thigh, seeing you crawl over before straddling his lap. He sighed when you grind against him, feeling your lips against his throat when you raised your hips. Your hand grabbed him to line yourself before sinking back down and adjusting to your feet. When you raised your hips and slammed down this time, Kashimo had to tilt his head back against the back of the couch.
If there was one thing he couldn’t deny, it was that he loved having you ride him. He barely wanted to do anything once he realized you knew what you were doing up there. Now was no different as he felt how you squeezed him every time you bottomed out. Your lips kissed his throat, and you could feel him twitch inside of you. “ You know I hate when you let women play in your face.” You speak against his skin before sitting up. “ I’ll do this as much as you want if you stop.” Your hands went to the back of the couch, encasing his head in your arms as he looked at you. “ I’m serious!”
Kashimo smirked at you, but it didn’t last for long when you bounced a bit faster on him, “ But you're so cute when you're jealous.” He grinned before letting out a groan, spreading his legs to let you do your worst…or best on this occasion. You did it with ease, sucking him in repeatedly and forcing groans from him. “ I can never leave this. Your pussy is--fuck-made for me.” Kashimo’s hand went to your waist, just holding you there before you rolled your hips in a way that made his nails dig into your skin bluntly. “ Is she made for you? ” You teased him, slowing down the same way he did to you several minutes prior. “ Shit…” You heard him mutter as you kept it up, hand pressed right against his chest, and almost feeling the way his heart rate sped up.
Kashimo had a fair share of experiences with women before dating you, but even when you two had your little spats, he didn’t mess with anyone else. You were the best of the best, and Kashimo had you beating him in the only fight he’s always willing to lose. You loved hearing how relaxed and raw your boyfriend became the second you rode him like no tomorrow. The same man who can easily win any knife fight with a bare fist was begging you to ride him faster. And you did, but now you went back to your knees, hard bouncing in his lap before feeling him finally thrust his hips up when his arms wrapped around your waist.
You choked out a sound from the force, making you wrap your arms around his neck to bounce with the same vigor as him. You both moaned pathetically, trying to keep up with the other as neither one of you could stop speaking to each other. “ I wouldn’t leave you for nothing. I love you, you know that?” Kashimo turned your head to look at him, as neither one of you slowed down. “ I love you too~ᥫ᭡ ” You sob out when his tip knocks into your cervix, eyes threatening to roll back into your skull. “ O-only want you.”
Kashimo pulled you in for a kiss, almost making you stutter as he started to feel his release trickle through. His dick twitched inside you so bad, and by how he was moaning, he was gonna cum fast soon. “ Gimme my nut, and I’ll accept your apology, baby.” You pull away and gather whatever strength you have left to ride him harder than you should have, knowing your thighs will burn the next day. “ Wanna feel it inside again.” Your words and hips got him easily, watching him nod. “ Take whatever you want.” He sighed, feeling how your walls wouldn’t stop trying to milk him. The sticky mess between you two and his thighs didn’t help either,
You weren’t any better, feeling your body threatening to crash into another orgasm, but you wanted him to cum first. Or else you’ll miss your favorite part. Kashimo's eyes were shut when he felt your hand on his throat, squeezing the sides just enough like your pussy when you bottomed out. “ Filthy girl…” Kashimo teased, no malice and more breathy from the pressure of your hand. But you felt his dick twitch again when you did.
He looked back up at you, mouth agape and brows furrowed, when you got to see the city’s street fighter, become a panting mess beneath you, as he cums and you continued to ride him. Tip sensitive yet still knocking into those special spots that make you topple through your own. “Oh shit!” Kashimo groans out, feeling you ride out both of your releases, overstimulating you both until Kashimo’s arms had to hold you still. “ Damn vixen, that’s enough.”
You giggled, grinding just a bit in his hold as you gave kisses to his jaw since his head was leaned back against your couch. “ It’s not my fault you look so pretty when I’m riding you.” You told him and saw his side eye from the angle. “ You're the only one I’ll allow to say that.” He huffed out, sitting up further with you both while you're still connected. He stared at you with those cyan colored eyes that you could never get tired of. “ So am I forgiven?”
He watched you give a faux performance, thinking it over, “ I guess you are. But seriously, I’m tired of you doing stunts just cause you like seeing me mad.” You pointed at him, and he chuckled, kissing the hand you pointed at him with. “ Then stop being so cute.” Kashimo countered before hissing when you grind down and squeezed his sensitive length. “ I’ll never ride you again.”
“ Heard you loud and clear.” Kashimo changed tunes so fast you had to laugh, making him grin at you as he suddenly stood, “ But let’s go to the bedroom. I still wanna apologize a bit more, just to be safe.”
You felt a tap on your shoulder as one of your people nodded their head in a direction that you followed. A frown immediately pulled on your lips at the sight of short pink hair. “ Of course, his bitch ass is here.” Almost like he telepathically heard your shit-talking, his head turned to you, and he quickly gave you his middle finger before getting lost in the club’s crowd.
“So what are we doing?” your homeboy asks from your section, where your crew usually stays. You take another drag of your blunt, exhale, and tap the ashes off to the beat of the music. “Imma do what I do best.” You flash a grin, get up, and let your oversized shirt fall loosely around you.
You walked down the steps, waving and nodding to some of the patrons. Patrons with eyes low and red from the indica you sold them. Shit, most of them were your clients, even a few who used to go to the bastard who strolled into your area.
Ryomen Sukuna. A damn bastard to all ends. When you started to pick up your sales, he made himself known. You remember him showing up when you were on corners, hoodie baggy as hell, and hearing him say something about ‘seeing it for himself ’. You guess he couldn’t believe that a woman was actually making moves in the streets better than most of the competition. You think it was then that the rivalry started, remembering telling him that soon he’ll be beneath her too. Even his face frowned as he told you to watch yourself.
Since then, you two always had words, no matter where you are. You never tolerated disrespect from anyone, especially from some man. And especially from a bastard like him. It was the same thing on his end. Sukuna rarely had people who had a bark to match their bite. Let alone from women who typically tried to fling themselves just cause he had money, or they wanted his weed for free. But there are barely any women dealers in the city. Any that started got run out or roughed up for attempting to steal clients. But you? You always held your ground.
Even when low-life runners tried to intimidate you, you sent two of them to urgent care to get bullets removed. That alone quickly earned you respect and the desire to do business with you. They found out that not only can you step on people's toes to get the money you want, but your weed was also some of the best for a good while, and it was consistent, outside of Sukuna’s supply. Which might have led some regulars to develop a preference. When he noticed it, that’s when he showed up.
You push through the crowd, and it parts by the section where Sukuna has decided to sit. His arms were already filled with women, and a blunt was tucked between his lips as one girl lit it for him. He glances up at you. “The fuck do you want?”
“That’s so crazy,” you say, sarcasm sharp. Then you lean in, attitude cold, “I was gonna ask you the same thing. What the hell are you doing here?”
Sukuna inhaled from the blunt on his lips, the tip glowing a deep orange before he exhaled, “ Had some spare time and extra bud to sell. This looked like the perfect spot.” You knew he wasn’t dumb. Everyone knows that you have been selling in this club for months, even him. And it showed with that stupid ass look he gave you. But that never stopped you.
“Aww, your stale ass weed ran people away, and you followed them here? I know it’s hard to work past your prime.” You taunt, noting how his eye twitches and his frown deepens, tapping the girls as they move to let him stand in front of you, nearly chest to chest. “ Can never shut your fucking mouth, can you?”
“I’ll shut up when I see ‘RIP Sukuna’ or ‘FREE S.R.’ in your gang's bio. But you walk in here like you own the spot?” You match his glare, eyes never leaving his. His friends rise behind him. You just smirk. “Leash your boys, Kuna. They look more pressed than you.” With a mocking wave past his shoulder, your gaze returns to his. His jaw tenses at the hated nickname.
Just a typical Thursday night for you.
“ You always gotta bitch and have this funky ass attitude every fucking time. What, you haven’t got any dick recently or something?” Sukuna quipped, and your eyes rolled. Shit, they might get stuck in your head.
“Cute. Did you ever go to the doctors for the itch down there?” You pulled up your shirt, parts of your lower stomach exposed, but so was the .40 in the waistband of your shorts. “ This can fix it, but I don’t do charity work. Might cost ya.”
Sukuna raised his hand at how one of his boys nearly did the same. He knew you weren’t stupid. You weren’t by yourself, and he didn’t know how many there were. He's been doing this for too long not to notice the three men spaced out around their section. He was crazy enough to see what would happen, but he pushes back the thought of being more upset if you ain’t make it through the night. It would be boring again.
Sukuna grins, pointing at you with a grin. “I can’t tell if you don’t care about your life, or really think you’ll win these? You like your odds?”
You grinned, gold grills showing on full display, “ Sometimes, I like the risk, so yeah.” You slowly stepped to the side, “ Shall escort you fellas out? I’m in a good enough mood to do it peacefully.” You watched his jaw shift, flagging some of his boys who begrudgingly walked past you two, not without eyeing you down as you paid them no mind. Your eyes are still focused on the red ones looking back at you.
“ You know this ain’t over, right? You’ll bite off more than you can chew eventually.” Sukuna took a slow step forward, his shoulder brushing against you as you soon matched his pace to the entrance.
“Oh, I’m shaking. I must really scare you boys. You daydream about me that much in front of your boys? You're getting soft.” Your voice drips with mockery, and you feel the way his hand wrapped around your arm. You loved pushing all of his buttons. His grip tightens on you, a silent warning you shrug off. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, Kuna. Door’s right there.” You giggle, yet the singsong tone didn’t hide the darker message that Sukuna heard. You giggled as he shoved past you and out of the club.
He itched to ruin the night for everyone, but Sukuna never acted without thinking. If he were honest, he recognized you knew what you were doing. Your approach showed that, or maybe your dedication to the trade, and the money. The hustle wasn’t always rewarding, but Sukuna still craved its power. With some cops on his payroll, he quickly monopolized the city. Then he heard about you, after his crew failed to scare you off—an outcome he usually accepted, provided no cops got involved.
But then, Sukuna was told one was sent to the ER, and the other's nose was bloody. He didn’t know who the fuck you were and was almost excited that someone had balls in this city to attempt to dismantle his empire. Let alone fight back against his lackeys, and for it to be a woman. Then you had the nerve to steal his regulars? That’s when Sukuna had to go out for himself to see who decided to shoot his people and steal his money.
Many thought you were stupid for already starting beef with a much larger and well-organized gang. But they stepped up towards you! You faced everything head-on. It didn’t matter how it went down; you always grew up seeing your brothers or uncles handle it the same way. You demanded that respect, and most people have given it without much problem. If they had one, you simply fixed it.
But sometimes, when you turn in early for the night with the clock flashing around 3am, your brain is still working. Thinking about the many girls' nights you missed out on to sell and supply your new lifestyle, but also help those around you. It was worth it, but not at the cost of missing all the fun nights. You saw one of them post about a party Saturday night. You decided to dust off the part of your closet you barely get a chance to touch anymore.
It’s weird. You always had the confidence to stand up to anyone, yet here you are, standing in your towel at the dresses that arrayed your walk-in closet. Playlist on shuffle as your body moved on beat, as you hurriedly grabbed something that was skin tight instead of baggy. The more you get ready, the more confidence grows back into you in a completely different sense. You knew damn well you were pretty, but now? In the black leather set that hugged your usually hidden curves. Tattoos on full display, and you even wore some thigh-high boots to match. You sifted through your jewelry and added a Cuban link necklace and bracelet. A simple full glam beat to tie it all, and your smile couldn’t contain itself.
Your personal phone ringing from your bag, your friends telling you to hurry up, and you laughing, telling them you're coming down now, jogging past your car keys. You didn’t need that kind of attention tonight, when most people recognized your car.
You heard the music blare from the silver sedan, their smiles contagious as they greeted and cooed over your looks. You hopped in the backseat, hugging your friends and trying to remember why it’s been this long since you saw them?!
Just the ride to the club was filled with laughter, joy, weed from yours truly, and Megan Thee Stallion on the highway. Your friends, almost as wild and crazy as you in their own sense, pressed on the gas, and the whole car erupted in mini screams and giggles. It was nights like this that reminded you that you had people who sold for you, too. You don’t have to be at the forefront, but you liked the lifestyle. But moments like this tell you that you need to let it happen more often.
Relax. Unwind. Enjoy. That was the goal for tonight.
And it worked.
From the face cards that got all of you inside for free to the manager recognizing you and gifting two bottles for you all. Despite the section you guys had, you wanted to party on the floor for once. Thankfully, one of your friends came out to follow you, missing the eyes that did a double-take when they saw you. Or, more importantly, seeing you in a way he never saw before.
But you didn’t sense the eyes on your back when you saw how some of the men and women were eyeing you tonight. You knew you looked good, and it showed in how you walked to the dance floor, ignoring the few men who tried to reach out and pull you near. You ignored them all to get to the dancefloor and dance with your friend. You heard the DJ mix the tracks effortlessly, feeling your hips sway with your friend.
Sukuna was amused. Sipping on his drink as he leaned against the railing to watch you. Seeing your colored ink on display, along with the curves he’s seeing for the first time, as if you were a woman he wasn’t familiar with. He finished the rest, setting the glass on the nearest table he passed as he started to make his way. Maybe it looked like you were enjoying yourself too much despite being in his area of the city.
By this point, the Don Julio had done its job, leaving you with a nice buzz as you danced on and off between your friend and the one man who had bought a round of shots for them. Your hips whined to the beat before coming back up, and that’s when you felt the hands on your hips. Your eyes glanced across to your friend, giving a smile and thumbs up as you let the music guide your hips. Thankfully, the man kept up. Even as the tempo sped up and down, his eyes were stuck to the way you moved, pulling you enough to press against him more. A hand reaches back for his wrist to support, making him chuckle as he wonders how long this will go on for. Even if he didn’t want it to stop.
But you soon stood up, a little fast for your own good, as your body was pressed against him. He heard the giggle that left your lips, and he wouldn’t believe it was the same person who had pulled a gun on him before. You steady yourself in your shoes, glancing down before you stilled. Your small hand was still around the wrist of the tall stranger. A stranger with a familiar-looking black tattoo wrapped around his wrist. Your brain is trying to fight the thought as you feel him lean down near your ear, missing how your friend got swept into a dance with another man nearby, “ How long until you noticed?”
The voice solidified the thought, and you felt how he pulled you closer, “ Don’t you start. Just relax for a second.”
“ How the hell are you gonna tell me to relax?” You started to yell, but felt how he pinched your side and shushed you. “ That hurts, asshole!”
“ Dummy shut the fuck up for a second, “ Sukuna grits out before continuing, “ What part of the city are we in, and where do I reside?” He asked you, and your brain quickly jumped to the answers before he felt your shoulders slump a bit. “ My fucking luck.”
Sukuna held in the laugh he had at your pout, pushing back a thought as he made your body sway to the beat with him, “ I told you to relax because I’m being nice. None of my people even recognized you here. But I did.” Sukuna finally turned you around, making you face him. You watched how his eyes swept over you. It was fast, but you saw it amid the flashing lights.
“ And you just happened to see me?” You questioned, hating that you're close enough to smell the cologne he is wearing. You hate it, but it smelled good when he was that close to you. The tequila in your system lasted the longer you were in his arms.
“ Well, I didn’t know it was you for sure. I kind of see why you hide this side of you.” You heard his tone, glancing up at him. Even the grin he made makes you want to smack him. But it was more than just you worrying about yourself. You came here with your friends. Your friends who were more like sisters since growing up on the same street. The friends that weren’t in the streets as deep as you with no rap sheets. Sukuna wouldn’t, but you don’t need his goons to bother them. So you played it safe, despite how much your hand twitched.
“ Yeah, cause yall assholes wouldn’t have taken me seriously even more than now, and think I’m just something to fuck on. I would rather put a bullet in my head.” You grit out, hating how his hands rested on the exposed skin of your hips now. He leaned down, glancing at your friend, who was checking back at you two as he gave a thumbs-up. “ Your friend is eyeing us. Play along for now.” Sukuna wasn’t asking, and dishearteningly, you listened.
Your hands slid up from his chest, gliding up his shoulders as your friend saw you sway back and forth with him. All the while, missing your irritated face as she came over for a quick second. Sukuna pulled back just enough, glancing between you two as she mumbled something to you while giving a friendly smile to him. Something he didn’t deserve in your eyes. “ I’m going back to the section for shots again.” She gave a quick wave to Sukuna as she ran off nearby.
None of your friends were far. You two were dancing close to the section. So they could see you the entire time with Sukuna, enjoying your imprisonment in his arms. “ What’s your end goal? I’m close to crashing out.” You announced, and he chuckled.
“ My end goal?” Sukuna knew it pissed you off as he acted as if he thought it over, “ Who knows. I’m enjoying having you at my mercy for once.”
“ That's only because you wouldn’t be able to get it anywhere else.” You hissed at him, nails digging into his arm over the clothes.
“ Outside of my bed.” Sukuna knew the comment fueled your anger, and he liked the look you gave him. Glaring daggers at him with you all dressed up only made him half attempt to fight the erection he was starting to have. “ You were dancing like you wanted someone to put you in your place.”
“ You won’t shut up about that, will you?” You tried to hide your face, only because you were enjoying yourself as you danced with him. He matched your rhythm, and his hands felt nice on you. The same hands that had gripped you up that were usually paired with low threats had been caressing your exposed skin. Like he was writing little spells to keep you there, and they were working. Sukuna went back to your ear, pressing your body closer as the music slowed down, “ Why would I? The same one who threatened me and my people every chance she gets and was found all pretty, dancing on the same man that she swears she ‘hates his guts.’
You turned your head slightly, not missing the closeness to his face, “ And I still fucking do.”
“ But you still like having my hands on you?” Sukuna quipped before laughing at the defiant stomp you gave his foot, like he could read the inner turmoil you were facing. You hated the conflicting thoughts in your head. Thoughts that shouldn't be hard to decide if the liquor didn’t weigh in for the cons. “ If you want me to touch you more,” A hand of his, bold as all hell to grab a handful of ass, “ You just had to ask me.”
You bit back the urge to press your thighs together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, “ Sounds like you haven’t had good pussy in a while, Kuna. The whores have been that bad that you wanna get a taste of me?”
Sukuna didn’t even frown at your words, leaning closer, and you swore you didn’t imagine him giving a tiny nibble on your ear, just to get you to flip,“ Always wanted a taste, but you gave me an even better reason tonight.” He felt your fingers ball into his shirt, thinking you were trying to grip him up again. You weren’t even sure what you were doing. The whirlwind of emotions running through your body is at a boiling point, and the cause was directly in front of you.
“ Ya know what? I’m done pretending. Let me the fuck go and please shut the fuck up.” When you looked at him, it didn’t match your deadly threats. It wasn’t the same cold eyes that had no care when you unloaded a clip on a rival. No, it was a gaze that Sukuna knew all too well. So when he practically squatted down to look you directly in your eyes, his mind was already jumping steps ahead.
“ Make me then.”
Oh, you made him shut up alright. Well, eventually you did. After you had said goodbye to your friends for the night earlier than expected. And long after ducking your head down into his chest, while Sukuna told his people that he was leaving for the night. And well after the man managed to get you into his bedroom and have your pretty pussy sitting on his face.
You're glad you can’t see his face right now. You didn’t want to see him while his tongue fluidly dragged along your slit. Anything his cursed mouth touched made you buck and press into him more, moans flying out when you didn’t want them to. Those same hands that were on your body in a different sense were now wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady before he pulled his mouth away briefly, “ Don’t get lazy on me now.”
You weren’t lazy. You were still confused in your own actions as your lips wrapped around his tip with a swirl of your tongue. He felt heavy against you as you slowly bobbed your head. Your hand at the base, feeling each twitch as you took more of him down. Sukuna’s tongue found itself back by your entrance, pressing his tongue inside and feeling you clench. He almost started to chuckle when you started to bounce against his face, rewarding the action with a few harsh spanks to your ass, boldly telling you to keep going.
You could feel his hips begin to move, thrusting up into your mouth as you tried not to gag. You don't need to give him something else to talk about when he has you moaning around his dick. He trailed back to your clit, replacing the emptiness in your core with thick fingers that made you buck again. “ I know you can take more of me down.” He mumbled against your inner thighs.
Your jaw was starting to ache from how his length stretched it, and his thrusts didn’t help to aid in your concentration when he was scissoring you open, too. You had to pull your mouth off to breathe, and soon felt a hand reach for the back of your head. “What I say?” Sukuna scolded as his fingers didn’t stop thrusting inside of you. You tried to put it back in your mouth, even as moans filtered through, and he held your head in place when he thrusted back up into you, much harsher now. You drooled around him, and he felt you squeeze down on his fingers.
“ I knew it. Just needed someone to talk to this mouth and shut up the other one to be more likable.” Sukuna smirked, despite how his lips couldn’t stop tasting you. Lips wrapped around your clit in a hard suck while his fingers massaged your g-spot and you swore you could have come from that if you didn’t have a bit more dignity. Your tongue dragged along the sensitive underside of his dick, hearing him grunt as his hips didn’t stop thrusting up into you. If anything, you wanted him to cum first!
It was a hard task to do when Sukuna made it his mission to make you fall apart. A sticky, wet sound came from between your legs as he never stopped, only adding to your turmoil. You finally shook out of Sukuna’s grip. “ Slow down!~” Your yell sounded like a whine in Sukuna’s ears as he instead gave a nip to your inner thigh.
“ Nah. I like how your pussy tastes,” He leaned up to toy with your clit again, “ Lemme taste you some more.” Sukuna’s mouth went back to your core, his wet fingers now rubbing your clit in tight circles as you bounced again onto Sukuna’s face to his delight. He didn’t have to thrust up as much when you bobbed your head fast, almost trying to match him. You tried to hold back, not wanting to satisfy him, but your own body betrayed you. Pressing your hips as far back against him as you could when you finally came on his tongue.
Sukuna groaned at your taste, pulling your hips down onto his face as he drank from you. You felt how he twitched in your mouth after every suck and lick. You came up off him, gasping, throat raw from how he treated you. “ Fucking asshole…” Your voice strained a bit, even when he shoved you off of him and onto the bed. You were manhandled to your back, feeling his grip on your ankles as he pulled you to the end of the bed, “ Call me what you want, but I’m not finished with you yet.”
Sukuna’s hand went to your throat, squeezing the sides just a bit when he leaned down. You could feel his tip rub against your clit when he ended up kissing you. You weren’t expecting it at all, body twitching under his teasing as he forced his tongue into your mouth. You hated how he kissed you so good, feeling his weight on your body before feeling him push inside of you at the same time.
It was a much deeper stretch than you were prepared for, but Sukuna wasn’t ready for how tight you were either. He kept pressing his hips forward until there was nothing left, and he felt you gasp against his lips before he pulled away. Sukuna looked down at your face, brows already furrowed as he maneuvered your legs to his shoulders, when he pulled back and suddenly slammed back again. Your hand almost went to his chest as his pace didn’t start that slow at all, his hands gripping your hips tight. “ I knew you hadn't had dick in a minute. Why else would you be this tight?”
You smacked his chest, trying not to moan too loud as you glared up at him, “ Just say you like how my pussy feels.” You say that, but you're really liking how the pink-haired man was fucking you. Even as much shit-talking as you do, he didn’t have to put your pussy in his mouth to make you cum first. He didn’t even have to kiss you at all. But your brain didn’t want to think about how muddled and complicated your relationship is turning into.
Sukuna only blurred the lines further as he leaned down, folding your body as his hips slammed down into your already sticky center, “ I like how your pussy feels.” Sukuna states your words back at you, emphasizing with his hips that forced a choked sound from you. “ Now I want you to start being honest, too. I know I’m making you feel good, so I wanna hear it.” Crimson's eyes stared directly at you while you still fought to stay silent, hand covering your mouth, while the other tried to push his face away from the closeness as if you could move him. He can’t just get lucky with you on a random night, and now, you're moaning in his bed? You won’t hear it down! “ You're…too close!” Your voice was still muffled behind your hand, almost muted in comparison to how Sukuna’s hips sounded connecting to yours.
He shakes away the hand on his face, slowing down just a bit to grab both of your wrists into one hand and above your head. You looked up at him with a glare that was half-hearted before he went back to his original pace. Sukuna was amused by how you still tried to muffle your voice, lip pulled between your teeth, as he went to place wet kisses on your neck. He barely pulled out of you, and it’s like it wasn't the first time you two had sex. “ Oh shit…” You breathed out, airy and mixed with a sigh. You hated that you could hear how wet you were, and you swore you’d never been wetter. The kisses mixed in with the bites he gave to your throat only made your moans come out with ease.
“ That's right. Let me hear you.” Sukuna rolled his hips down and chuckled against your skin when you tried to wrap your legs around his body.
A hand went to your hip, keeping you close as he only rolled deeper into you, feeling the way you squeezed and spasmed around him, “ Be honest like your body, brat.” Sukuna spoke into the purple hickey he placed on your throat as he pulled some of his weight off of you, as he used his other hand to make you look where he was looking. Between your bodies, you saw just how much you two were enjoying each other. His dick was covered in a milky, white wetness that only grew bigger as you stared. It was almost hypnotic to watch as you heard yourself getting more vocal, just like it sounds between your legs.
Sukuna kept his forehead pressed against yours, watching your face and making you fall apart beneath him. Your hands flexed in his hold, and his other hand just dipped into the plush of your ass that held you close. He only pulled his head away from you to kiss at the ankle on his shoulder beside him, smirking when you squeezed him. “Sukuna, wait a bit-” You felt that knot again in your stomach, approaching faster now as he kept hitting the same spot that had you attempting to hold him tighter with your legs. He leaned back down, dipping back to kissing your neck as he picked up a faster pace. You were fucked; too fargone to have any sort of self-respect left when your legs spasmed as you cummed for him again. He chuckled against your skin, only slowing down to reach for something, fucking you through your release still.
The salmon colored hair, highlighted briefly from the lighter as he inhaled from the blunt he had left over. You almost wanted to smack it, but he never stopped bullying himself into the same spot, even after you cummed the second time. Your hands had since been released from earlier when he decided to smoke, mid-stroke inside of you, and were now grabbing and pushing him all at once. A different feeling grew in the pit of your stomach, as your legs were unable to stop shaking. He exhaled as he watched you try to fight the feeling, knowing all too well what he was doing. After all this time of hearing your mouth, Sukuna wasn’t having any kind of running from you.
“ Stop fighting it,” Sukuna tells you after a low groan, taking another inhale and placing it on a nearby ashtray as a hand grips your chin to open your mouth. You felt his lips first before feeling the smoke as you quickly inhaled.
You were still trying to fight the new feeling in your core. But that's a senseless wish when Sukuna filled you in a way that made it a losing fight. His lips pulled away, and each exhale of yours was shaky with smoke. He gave you that time to breathe before kissing you again, his lips and hips holding the same intensity that finally had you leak around him, trying to force him out as you squirted. Hips bucking up, kiss becoming sloppy as your body went limp, and as he pulled out, clear liquid splashing along his hips and abdomen as he teased your clit with his tip. “ See? I bet it felt nice not holding back.”
Your head swirled with the weed and dopamine of your high, feeling him move your body once again with barely any grace. Sukuna shifted you back to your hands and knees, feeling his body on your back. His fingers tapped the side of your face, your eyes glancing to see the lit blunt that he handed you. Even with your arms shaky, you reached for it, bringing it to your lips as you felt his tip start to split you open again with your inhale. You were able to exhale when he bottomed out again, trying to inhale, but felt how he dragged himself out before slamming back inside.
The blunt was snatched back from your hand when he saw your upper body fall towards the bed, his other hand keeping your hips up with his grip. Sukuna got a nice view of you from above, enjoying the view of your ass slamming back into his hips, smacking the tattoo on your ass that said ‘ bite me’.
“ Are you sure you hate me? You're gripping me tight.” Sukuna had grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading you open to get a better look. He even let a dribble of spit drip from his lips and down to where you were connected. Your hips are too eager, shame nowhere to be found, as you were bouncing against him more than he could thrust. Fingers gripping the sheets tightly as your body buzzes when each slam back. Your voice was high-pitched as Sukuna just listened to your jumbled words, mixed with a whine and annoyance that only sounded endearing to him. “ So fucking deepᝰ.ᐟ I hate-fuck!---hate how good your dick isᝰ.ᐟ ”
You could hear the man laugh above you, feeling him lean to put the blunt down after a few more puffs. His large hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you back onto his length with an ease that shouldn’t have made you rock back even harder. Each thrust emphasized with a skin-smacking sound that only seemed to motivate you both. “ You can hate it as much as you want, ” Sukuna started, licking his fingers before reaching to rub your clit, making you fall forward, “ This pussy is mine now.”
“ Like…hell it is!” You yelled, but it sounded too much like a whimper in his ears. “ Your body already likes me too much. Plus…” Sukuna leaned back to your ear, hips never stopping and seeming to press deeper that your toes curled, “ Your pussy listens to me.” You felt his grin on your ear before he nipped it, timing the rolls on your clit to your bounces. You felt how sticky it was between your thighs, feeling it grow worse when your body convulsed again, forcing him with another squirt as he smacked your clit, making it spurt out further and slipping back in.
Your body is flush against the sheets, his weight comforting yet so smothering when his dick could reach places that had you not thinking straight. Even his weed was more potent than you thought. You could feel your body grow more honest and soaked as he rolled his hips deep against you. “ I told you so.” He was smug, a hand wrapping around your throat as he slammed his hips down into you. The squeeze of his hand around your throat only made you clench him tighter, hearing the low baritone of his pants and groans above you. “ At this point, I might make you fall in love with it.”
And damn, he might be right.
It didn’t matter how much you came or how your body tried to squeeze him out, Sukuna was giving you the kind of sex you had only ever dreamed about. Your body turned into putty in his rough hands, and your body felt like it was in heaven, despite being dragged through all the kinds of sins in hell.
You felt your head tilt upwards from his grip, meeting his heavy stare, possessive and something more. It was hard to look anywhere else since he made your face still. The only deafening sound was Sukuna’s hips slamming down into your ass, trying to make an impression with his dick in your stomach. “ Tell me you like my dick again.”
Your mouth moved before you could really think about it, “ I like your dick more than I like you.” You still tried to grin at him despite how he smooshed your cheeks together. He could still see the flicker of defiance in your eyes, even as he sloppily thrusted inside of you. “ Now that’s something I can believe.” Sukuna grinned at you, but you didn’t miss how his voice had slowly lost the sharp edge he had earlier.
Your hearing only got better as you started listening to how he spoke to you. “ Squeezing me so damn tight like I’m going somewhere.” He mumbled to himself, forehead resting on your shoulder as he felt how close he was. “ I’m cumming again.” You whimpered out, and you felt Sukuna slow down. “ No, you don’t. Wait for me.” He heard you whine in response, hips rolling back onto him.
His hand adjusted on your neck, feeling his face pressed against your right side, “ I’ll let you cum if you're honest about where I should cum.” Sukuna kissed your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine from how close he was. Hips slamming down with an urge that he needed to fulfill right then and now. “ Don’t…ask me that.” Each of your words was pushed out from his thrusts, his body weight the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment. Yet your pussy wouldn’t let him go! Sukuna huffed, “ Lie again.”
Your muffled cry was still heard, hating the idea of him pulling out. You might actually cry if the asshole of a man went through with that. Guess a plan b was the last option for the night.
He watched you turn your head slightly to see his face, eyes glossy, and your face looking more feminine now than when you were in the club. It was a side of you that he likes just as much as when he pissed you off. But even Sukuna wasn’t fully prepared for the words to come out of your mouth.
" Please…inside Kuna~ᥫ᭡” Your voice is barely above a whisper, sounding wrecked from pleasure and your moaning.
Now, Ryomen Sukuna was never an easy man. No matter how much anyone begged him, he barely relented unless it was for his benefit. But this? Oh, he hated how much the phrase affected his body, his teeth suddenly etched into your shoulder. Sukuna’s hips didn’t stop as he bucked inside carelessly. You could feel how deep he pushed his cum inside of you, the warmth spreading deeper with each pump. He didn’t slow down for a while, just stopping as he bottomed out and releasing your shoulder.
It was silent in his bedroom besides both of your breaths’ evening out. Sukuna had since adjusted your bodies in his bed, and a silence overtook you both.
You didn’t even know where to go from here, but thankfully, Sukuna filled the space with another blunt that he passed to you. A few inhales and some back and forths of the rotation later, Sukuna broke the silence first. “ Say whatever you wanna say.” Sukuna exhaled his smoke in your direction as you held the blunt in your hand.
You took another inhale, seeing him watching your profile with low eyes, “ Where do we go from here? Not even two days ago, I threatened to shoot your ass, and tonight you were in my guts and your nut is still inside of me. I'm kind of lost here.”
You were always straightforward, and you would rather hear how he felt over this than to embarrass yourself. Sukuna leaned back against the headboard, eyeing you as he thought it over. “ You can keep acting the way you usually do.” Sukuna reached and pulled you over by your waist, “ I’m a selfish man. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this but me.” Those wine colored eyes glared down in a way that you hated because your thighs pressed together again.
“ Don’t get cocky now. Who said you’ll get another chance at fucking me?” You passed the blunt back at him, and he took it with a smirk. You watched him take a few more puffs before putting it in the ashtray. “ I know I will, and you’ll be stone cold sober when I do.” He exhaled the smoke into your face, and he grinned when you scrunched your nose and smacked his arm. “ Imma have you begging for it even more next time.” His lips found your throat, and he felt the way you tried to fight falling apart again. He was almost on top of you like before, and you felt him slip back between your thighs like he never left. You could feel him pressed against your thigh as his teeth nipped near your ear.
“ Matter of fact, I’ll do it now before I drive you home.” You could already feel Sukuna slowly pressing inside of you, and your hands went to his shoulders, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around him, “ Still have to give you something to tell your ‘other’ friends about later.”
