in a cursed world like ours..only you are my light in those vast emptiness, so I shall ask you to join this view I have that with you only I will ever want to share with, cause you, my kind muse, are the rarest gem in a world of liars
reader uses she/herđ«¶đ»
In the clandestine world of Jujutsu sorcery, where curses and malevolent spirits lurked in the shadows, Suguru Geto was a haunted figure. His encounters with the darkness had tainted the view of the world he still didnât want to believe was truly like that.a lie... Amidst this desolation, yn with her earnest and compassionate soul, stumbled into his world.
At first, your paths crossed sporadically during skirmishes with cursed spirits. Suguru, always composed and distant, couldn't help but notice the unwavering kindness that seemed to emanate from you, it was like a light too pure he couldnât dare to touch..he believed that he could only ruin that pure warm soul. He tried to keep his distance, knowing his own soul was contorted by the horrors he had witnessed and the choices he had made cause of the cruel reality that all of his world was..but yours seemed different from his..he often wanted to know the answer you would give.
Fate wove a relentless thread between you both. In a moment of profound vulnerability, Suguru found himself at his lowest and it all seemed so dark, empty, without a purpose..surrounded by the suffocating grip of despair. It was then that you appeared, drawn by an innate desire to help that heart that you only saw as a warm and gentle one.
"You shouldn't waste your time on someone like me," Suguru muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of self-loathing and resignation, as you attempted to reach out to him, confort the one that truly felt close to you in jujitsu high.
Ynâs kind-hearted persistence knew no bounds. she refused to be deterred by Suguru's attempts to push her kind hand away, seeing beyond the shadows that clouded his spirit. She truly witnessed the fragments of goodness that still resided within him, even as he distanced himself from her unwavering attempts to help.
"You're not alone in this, you will never beâ you insisted softly, your voice a soothing balm in the midst of his inner turmoil. "Let me in, Suguru. I know that you mean to harm no one, even if you can't see it yourself."
âYou are only hurting yourself for the sake of others that donât deserve suchâ
Her silk voice, while saying this, had opened a scar in getoâs heart, a scar so deep that let out a tear that he immediately tried to hide with his hand, covering his face, a face that yn found so beautiful but when there once she saw a warm smile she now sees a broken suguru.
Haunted by his past, Suguru's internal battles raged on. The fear of tainting your purity with his own darkness made him push you further away, a self-imposed isolation meant to protect you from the cursed existence trough he led.
Despite his efforts, your resolve remained unshaken. You refused to let his self-imposed walls hinder your intentions. You persisted in your attempts to break through the barriers he had erected, determined to show him that his past did not define his future.
However, Suguru, fearing the repercussions of allowing someone as kind-hearted as you to become entangled in his cursed existence, withdrew further, his actions speaking louder than words as he distanced himself from the warmth and light you offered simply be going out of that room that was so dark with him in, but so bright when you entered, He knew he was running away from one that truly cares..but does he deserve such a heart?..
And so, amidst the chaos of battling curses and confronting the shadows of his own soul, you found yourself going to reach his handâŠ
âwhy are you pushing me backâ
You said while asking with a steady tone that left him with wide open eyes that had never saw you with that look of anger that when was seen by his sad eyes only left his speechless and accidentally made his say out loud his thoughts..
âthose broken expressions that are the only thing I bring to you donât truly frame your beauty and caring soul that will only corrupt by being close to mineâ
gojo satoru didn't love, he lusted. that's what the rumours said. and blissful, innocent you assumed better of your husband to be. arranged to marryâ or perhaps doomed? your dream come true turned nightmare once you realise that your new husband; man of your dreams, despises you. and worse, that you'll do anything for his affection. including ruining your own innocence in a desperate endeavour for his attention in the only way you know how. . . lust. .
â :: đ»đŠđđđđ đ»đđđđĄđ ê° hybrid jjk x reader ê±
college life in your world is. . . fun to say the least. moose horns blocking your way in the corridors, the hyena cackle in the middle of advanced calculus, the cafeteria that can never cater to the ravenous lions. what's your story in a world where humans and hybrids co-exist? :: haretoru :: tigerkuna :: snakeguru :: stagnami :: spidercho :: manned wolfsho :: separate pairings
after leaving the sorcerer world behind, you took up the quaint life. away from japan, away from curses, away from the man you love, with so much left unsaid. only to return when death nearly takes him from you. and this time? you're not leaving without him. with a scar across his middle and his heart in his hands, satoru agrees to simple life in the humble romanian countryside with you. his only problem? after being the strongest for so longâ how does he adapt to nothing but sweetness? to not death, but love, not curses but. . . cows.
⥠:: đđđđ đŒđ đâđđđ'đ đ¶đđđĄâđđđ ê° serial killer!satoru x prosecutor!reader ê±
you're one of japan's best and most notorious prosecutors. but when you meet your match, how do you handle looking straight into a morbid mirror? when an old flame lights the courtroomâ and you're met with the man you haven't forgotten since law school. now sat in the defendant's chair with an infuriatingly charming smirk to woe the jury and a new title to terrify them: the reaper's successor.
â :: đșđąđŠđ đđŠ đŽđđ ê° older jjk men x reader ê±
guys your age just really don't know how to do it for you huh? not a problem when he's twice your age though, hunny :: ceo!toru :: crimeboss!suguru :: assassin trainer!sukuna :: best friend's dad!nanami :: separate pairings
⥠:: đ»đđđ đŒđ đđđđĄđđ'đ đđđđ ê° post shinjuku!satoru x sorcerer!reader ê±
death was the only way to escape the jujutsu world. rundown by the world of which you dedicated your life to, you search for rest. but your trip to the snowy japanese mountains takes a cold turn when a blizzard knocks your car off course. cold and injured, you accept your fate. until a rigid stranger drags you from the snow and tells you with dry finality that you won't leave until the storm passes. he won't tell you his name nor why the barrier around his humble cabin is as strong as it is. but the snow only melts away to reveal one truth: the man who saved you is supposed to be dead.
â :: đđđđđđ đ·đđąđđđ ê° nerdjo x reader x bikerjo ê±
you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person. what happens when your heart gets caught up in the messy drama between rivaling twins?
⥠:: đđĄđđđđđĄđđ đ ê° college jjk men x mean girl!reader ê±
college has always been a breeding ground for particular characters, especially men. the scrambling nerds, boistering nerds, high-nosed academicsâ and you're sick of it. is nuance dead? when you're given an assignment to study these âcharactersâ closer, you decide to take a less ethical but all the more fun approach :: nerdjo :: jockuna :: punkguru :: giftednami :: harem
⥠:: đ”đđđđ đŒđ đđđąđ đđđđđ ê° vampire!satoru x reader x vampire!suguru ê±
[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] â it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students â with very high libidos, and didnât want any random stds â that this was purely a sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else. [ fratboy!sukuna fwb series ]
[ TAGS ] â MDNI. 18+ nsfw. contains explicit sexual themes and content. piv. angst. friends with benefits. toxic frat culture. hazing. fraternity/sororities. hurt/comfort. hurt/no comfort. SLOW BURN. fluff. spit. rĂĄw. rough. heavy spanking. degradation. dacryphilia. slight exhibitionisim. pda. soft sukuna. choso + yuuji r his younger brothers. every position. heavy creampies. violence. depression/anxiety. anger issues. squirting. cockwarming. alcohol. family death. family trauma. reader slightly oc. sukuna is a football (soccer) player too. HAPPY ENDING. tags will be updated as series continues.
âź ch 1 || how it all started âź ch 2 || miss me already?
âź ch 3 || call me âź ch 4 || two worlds
âź ch 5 || conditions âź ch 6 || tbd
âź ch 7 || tbd âź ch 8 || tbd
âź ch 9 || tbd âź ch 10 || tbd
âź ch 11 || tbd âź ch 12 || tbd
âź pt 1 â sukuna is starting to toe the line
âź pt 2 â youâre desperate to prove this is just sex
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[ INFO ] : the chapters are the actual series. it begins mid-spring semester JUNIOR year. the parts exist in the same story, but as stand alone oneshots and will not be mentioned in the chapters. they take place between sept-nov fall semester of their SENIOR year [parts and chps can be read separately]
there is NO SERIES TAGLIST ⊠age should be visible on your blog â (art: @/xhealer_ tiktok, dividers: @/lariesographic )
In which the reader accidentally kinda owns Lucifer's soul
Warnings/Notes/Tags: Dusting off my tumblr writing skills for this first fic on here. SMUT, read the bio, MDNI!! fingering. fluff. comedy. Set in between season 1 and 2 so no s2 spoilers. self indulgent af. lilith is not mentioned, establishing a relationship. not proofread
W/C: 2.3k
Part 2
It's been roughly a month since the hotel got back on its feet, guests wandering about with the misguided goal of killing angels. It's reputation started booming, for all the wrong reasons, you think so anyway. Unlike most people, you had come to stay because they claimed to not charge their residents. You recognized that they were trying to redeem people and were quite surprised when you saw everyone flocking to it. You quickly realized however, no one really got the message.
You were one of the first people to sign up after the whole extermination day happened, seeking a safer place to live. Even if you were sent to hell, failing divine judgement, you weren't as bad as you found other sinners to be. You weren't sex-crazed or a drug addict, just someone who wasn't good enough for heaven. That's why you lived in a shoebox apartment, making money as a waitress who pickpockets passed-out sinners and finesses them with false promises of prostitution, catching them off guard and knocking them out before running away with the payment. That's why you found yourself signing up for "redemption," rolling your eyes whenever hotel owner Charlie turns her back.
The first week wasn't bad. You would show up to the hotel's therapy sessions, only vaguely sharing information. You said just enough to pretend you were improving yourself, getting Charlie's eager eyes to stop watching you so intensely. You also wandered around, partaking in the bar occasionally and secretly pickpocketing people in the crowd once things got hectic.
When you finally got situated, you met him. Lucifer Morningstar. King of Hell himself. He was in more casual clothes, loungewear that was unexpected enough to be seen on him to not have anyone bat an eye to his presence. You knew it was him though, the footage of him beating up Adam was way too cool not to watch over and over again.
You didn't want to bother him, worried that he would kill you or something. So instead, you opted to catch him at a time that was casual enough that didn't show how you've been watching him for a few days.
Eventually, you worked up the courage to say hi to him. You're practice with sweet talking unsuspecting men made it so that you didn't alarm him. Actually, it was quite surprising how well you two got along. He remembered your name which was unusual for him, and you found yourself being more and more real with him day by day.
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That was about a month ago, now, you find yourself spending time with him in his suite. Charlie was all turned around and things were getting hectic so you both opted to hide out in his room when neither of you were needed downstairs.
You were giggling about something he said about annoying sinners, both sitting in his bed surrounded by various rubber ducks. He wondered aloud why you were even down here. You fiddled with one as you explain why you ended up in hell.
"I don't know. I wasn't even that bad. I did the whole school and then job thing, didn't do drugs, didn't even really do sex..."
You missed the way he gulped, the mention of sex opening his thoughts to some more inappropriate ones.
"...I wasn't even as bad as I am now! Hell sucks, it's like earth but worse. I still have bills to pay but humble, honest work is barely a thing anymore. I just steal shit which I rarely even did when I was alive" You huff and exaggeratedly fall back on the bed
He chuckled, feeling a bit bad for your circumstances, "Yeah well, Heaven's like that. Their standards are WAY too high, I should know"
You roll over to lean on his shoulder as he rests on the headboard of the bed against the plush pillows. "Well I didn't really care for people, even if I didn't go out of my way to hurt them, I guess I didn't do much good either. It's kinda crazy though, how decent-ish people end up here. You ended up here and you're not all that bad, you're actually really nice." You say, smiling up at him
The rosiness of his cheeks spread across his face. He clears his throat, "Well, I don't care for people much either now. They stuck me here to see the evil in people and I guess it worked, I kinda hate these sinners"
Realizing what he said when you shift away the slightest bit, he stutters and backtracks his statement, "Well not you! You're better than everyone!" He messily tries to recover which causes you to burst out laughing
"No, it's fine, I know what you mean" You assure him as your laughter dies down.
He nervously chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, "Yeah..."
Silence settles and you both look at each other. Your smile melts into something warmed as his eyes flicker to your lips. You bite your bottom lip as a slightly nervous tell when you notice.
He licks his lips when he sees it, leaning in ever so slightly. You follow without thinking, eyes fluttering closed as you lean in as well.
Your lips meet his and something about it is so inviting and warm. Normally, you'd be so jittery about kissing people but this time, it just felt right.
Your hands go up to cup his face and his find your waist. You can tell by his touch that he's stopping himself from pulling you in roughly, opting to be the one to move closer to you. He deepens the kiss and you both escalate so naturally, the kiss making it evident how long it's been for the both of you but slotting against each other so perfectly anyway.
His chest against yours nudges you to lay down and his arm moves around your waist as the other is against the bed, steadying you both as he lays you both down. He ends up on top of you, hands caressing from your waist to your thighs.
His lips leave yours and find your neck, pressing soft kisses to it when his hands find the waistband of your bottoms.
"May I?" He breathes against your ear, voice coming out more pleading than just asking permission.
You nod quickly and he rushes to remove both your clothes.
With you both bare he gets to work prepping you with his fingers. It's been years since you felt anything like this, not caring to have sex with randos on the street or even have any partners. This means you were extra sensitive. Every touch making you gasp and let out high pitched sounds.
He looks down at you, panting and breath mingling with yours. He continues working you up with his fingers as you get closer and closer to the edge. His other arm is wrapped around your neck, pulling your face in closer as your moans and whines get louder and higher in pitch. Your mouth has fallen open with your brows scrunched while your back arches.
He pulls away slightly, chuckling affectionately at the sight when he rasps out "You look so beautiful, it's almost..." He trails off, trying to find the perfect way to describe how you looked right now
You let out a breathy chuckle as you offer to finish his sentence for him in an ironic fashion, "Sinful?"
You make eye contact with him, the way he's looking at you brings you closer to the edge. That was before you even heard him finish his sentence.
"...Heavenly."
He finishes and looks at you like you were a deity and not someone banished into damnation. You cup his face and pull him in for a passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth.
You feel your climax nearing when he curls his fingers just right, and he can feel it. He pulls away again, smirking when he goads, "Tell me, tell me what you want. Do you wanna come, my love?"
You moan out in frustration, just needing him to go a little faster and press a little deeper for you to finish, knowing he wasn't going to do it until you asked. "I want you, Lucifer. I want you."
He looks at you, eyes widening for half a second before immediately folding. He kisses you messily and moves his fingers just right, letting you reach your climax as he talks you through it, "Yes, I'm yours, you can have me, I'm all yours." He whines it out against your mouth, holding you close and he himself also finishing on the bed.
In your simultaneous highs, you both barely even feel it. Feeling more connected somehow, like your energies were mingling in a specific sort of way.
You both come down from your highs, lips meeting rushedly once again as you shift positions.
Safe to say, you were both nowhere to be found until after the hell version of sun set.
-
The night after that, as well as the following day, was spent in the throes of each other's affection. You skipped a meeting or lecture or whatever about "acknowledging your faults" to stay in his suite.
It starts with little things, asking him to change the bedsheets with his magic powers, requesting that he bring water to the room you were cooped up in, asking him if you could wear his clothes because you didn't want to leave the suite. All these small requests that it felt like he innately could not say no to. He was blinded by endearment, wanting to do it all anyway.
Until after dinner the next day.
Charlie was texting him, asking where one of her most promising residents was. He chuckled nervously, wanting to take any chance to interact with and explain to his daughter. He almost makes his way out the door as he explains, "Hohohh, Charlie's asking me something. I should go down for a bit and talk to her"
You end up pouting and playfully demanding right before he makes it out the door, "Nooo, stay here, come back to bed."
And like clockwork, he turns his heel, shutting the door and returning to your side. You were also a bit confused, not all that serious about stopping him but shrugging it off and curling up to his side anyway, happy with his presence.
A little bit later, you fall asleep. He notices, still awake and laying there with the same confusion that had started when he came back to bed. He didn't really want to, I mean he did, but he was going to politely say no and then come back to you after he updated Charlie. He has no idea why he listened with no hesitation, like his body moved to listen before he could think about it.
Then it hit him.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no" he mumbled, slipping out from beside you and rushing to the lobby of the hotel. Only a few people were there, everyone already in their rooms. Who was left was Husk behind the bar, Angel and Cherri having end of the day drinks, and Charlie, planning next weeks redemption curriculum.
"Oh, there you are! I haven't seen you all day-" Charlie cheerfully starts before she notices the worried expression on her dad's face. "What's wrong?"
The question alerts everyone, being that the King of Hell looked slightly disheveled and very panicked.
He chuckles nervously, "I- hee hee, hoho. I, uh, may have uhm. Sold my soul to (Y/N)" He says, awkwardly pressing his lips together
It goes silent, before Charlie processes it. "You WHAT!?"
"(Y/N). Y'know. She's a person here. At the hotel" He states
"I KNOW who she is, Dad! What- How- Your SOUL!?" She starts rambling in a panic, her breath starting to get harder
Vaggie rushes in and steps in, holding Charlie by the shoulders to calm her down. "Babe, breathe. What happened?"
She takes a huge, comical, gasp of breath in between words, "My dad SOLD his SOUL to a SINNER"
"What!?" Vaggie asks in shock
Angel then has to step in, "Woah woah woah, exactly what happened?"
Lucifer goes silent and red in the face. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat, "Well, uh, you see... Okay okay." He takes a moment to collect himself, "So I really like her, alright. She's pretty nice for a sinner-"
"SO you sold your SOUL-!" Charlie interjects but gets cut off by Vaggie, urging Lucifer to continue his explanation
"I didn't-! Well, sorta- anyway! So, we were talking and I was just noticing how pretty her eyes were and how her lips looked and- So we kinda... did it" He quiets down at the end
Everyone looks mortified, except Angel, who was smirking and leaning on the counter of the bar. They start to express their disgust at the thought and confusion as to how he sold his soul during sex before he waves his hands frantically, stopping them.
"Well while we were *ahem* finishing... I kinda said something along the lines of 'Yes I'm yours' so...."
Everyone groans in the realization and Charlie facepalms, "Oh my gosh, okay first: that's gross. But also, what now? Does she know? Is she using it against you?"
"No no, she doesn't know, and I don't know if I should tell her. I mean I think she's not a bad person and I really like her, but she is a sinner so I don't know if I fully trust-"
Before he could finish, you emerge from an elevator. "Babee, you left. Oh- am I interrupting something?" You stop yourself when you sense the tension in the air, everyone looking between you and Lucifer
Lucifer nervously diffuses your curiosity, "No, no, Charlie just updated me on some hotel things"
You smile, heading back to the elevator, "If you're done let's go back. Let's rest tonight and you can continue being normal tomorrow, let me just get all the cuddles out of my system"
Lucifer, without even having a chance to say anything, follows you into the elevator. He shoots Charlie a look of panic and everyone watches the doors close, you none the wiser.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I'm posting this right after I wrote it just to get a feel of posting again. There will be a part 2, idk if anyone will read this but it's alright I need the practice. If anyone sees this just know I'm super grateful you read it all I hope you enjoyed. I just be thinking them scenarios ykykyk
honestly this is just pure filth, pls enjoy. mdni - if I see a blank, ageless blog your ass is getting blocked
pervyroommate!suna who knows all about the videos you upload because he knows the contents of your panty drawer like the back of his hand and recognizes, instantly, the hug of teal lace around your nipples. you've got a small channel, and the videos could honestly be improvedâhe totally doesn't spend hours thinking about how much better they would be if he helped you film, if he directed your hands and told you what you could touch and howâbut there's something in your inexperience that turns him hard as iron.
pervyroommate!suna who doesn't take long to sneak out of his room after you're done filming so he can start huffing up the smell of your wet panties.
pervyroommate!suna who messages you every time you post. he doesn't bother starting out tame or some shit; he wants you to know that your pretty little virgin cunt is keeping him up at night.
and he isn't subtle, either, about the fact that he knows it's you.
but you always respond all the same, all shy and cute in a way that makes his eyes bug out of his head.
pervyroommate!suna who starts dropping hints around the apartment that he knows all about your extracurricular activities just so he can see you flush and stammer. he wants to cut off your rambling with a hand to your throatâlet it rest on the column of your neck while your heartbeat thrums wildly under it.
pervyroommate!suna who hears you whimpering through the too-thin walls of your shared walls one night and can't ignore how much he wants to pin you down and make you squeal and cum so hard you wet the bed.
when he opens your door and sees you, flushed and panting and gorgeous, he actively has to stop himself from jumping you. he settles into a chair and gestures.
"you usually make videos of this," he says.
you just bite your lip and nod.
"you make videos 'cause you like to be watched, right?" the smirk on his face turns feral when you nod again. "well, i'm here now, baby. i'll watch you."
pervyroommate!suna who, buried balls-deep in you an hour later, has no idea you've been playing the long game
what happens when a notorious manwhore, stoner, and player, encounters someone who doesn't seem all too interested.
or: you piss suna off so much that he wants you
â§wc: 5.2k
â§au: college!au, freshman!suna, freshman!reader, miya twins side characters
⧠tags + warnings under the cut | ao3 link (sentence case) |
âȘ⏠intentions - starfall
â§warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, bratty!reader, experienced!reader, sadist!suna, dom!suna, fuckboy!suna, stoner!suna, sexual tension, alcohol consumption, fwb, suna is an asshole with standards,
â§tags: fingering (f.), oral (m.f.), teasing, degradation, pet name (kitten/ princess), unprotected sex, rough, edging, mirror sex, dubcon, creampie, face-fucking, cum swallowing
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frat parties themselves were frustratingâloud, crowded, sweaty. but on the bright side, they always accompanied themselves with free booze and weed. a lot of the guys here played for various sports teams on campus, most of them on the volleyball team.
one in particular, suna rintarou. the guy you so happened to sit next to in the blunt rotation and the very guy your friend warned you about yet also praised. rumour has it suna rintarou only calls up girls when he's high but he was an insane fuck. you didn't take much notice until it was your turn in the rotation. with a tap on your shoulder, you turned to the tall, foxy-featured volleyball player.
âhey. you want some or not?" rintarou suna said lazily, expression blank. his sharp, foxy features complement the entire vibe he was exuding. plus, you were surprised that you could smell a sexy, earthy cologne on him and not just the weed.
you turned around, meeting his eyes with a similar blank expression, not really vibing with his tone. you might have had a resting bitch face... but, you didnât say anything as you took the offered blunt, taking a big puff and blowing it at his face, saying, âthanks," clipped with a fake smile and then turned back to your friend, dismissing the surprise on her face.
what you didn't notice was how suna raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by your boldness yet intrigued. as you blew smoke in his face, he had taken a slow, deliberate breath, his eyes never leaving yours. even when you turned away, he kept his gaze drifting lazily over your body in a way that was both assessing and appreciative.
leaning back casually against the couch, he pulled out his phone but continued to sneak glances at you from the corner of his eye. a slow, sly smile spread across his lips.
meanwhile, your friend yui was erratically sputtering about your passive-aggressive interaction with the known âmanwhoreâ. honestly, you didnât get the big deal and continued sipping at your drink and making conversation with the other sports guys, purposely ignoring suna.
sure, you'd be lying if you said you didnât find him attractive but he was surprisingly not the kind of guy you usually go for. sunaâs and your mutual friend osamu was more up your alley since you shared an elective with him and he seemed way more of a green flag than a notorious womaniser.
yui was in the middle of not-so-quietly warning you about him, no doubt painting him as some kind of villain suna thought. with that, you felt as though a certain someone was staring a hole into the back of your head causing you to shift your gaze brieflyâmr hotshot himself already looking with that same lazy, blank yet sharp expression of his. he quirked the side of his lip. you rolled your eyes at him, something suna definitely wanted to see again.
you were alerted to a ringing and a name that pissed you off reading. âshit⊠sorry, I gotta take this call.â you told yui, putting your drink down and leaving the group, trying to find your way through the crowded living room and up the stairs into a hopefully unoccupied room.
.
.
.
you waltzed upstairs and managed to find an empty room where people weren't fucking in to take the phone call. it wasn't a very fun one.
"christ, anzai, I told you not to call me again. do I really have to block you?" the conversation was pointless and getting on your nerves. you sat down on the bed, rubbing your temples out of frustration. sighing and about to cuss out your ex-fwb over the phone, the door opened, letting a bit of light into the dark room.
suna rintarou. your eyes grew at the coincidence but you needed to end the phone call. suna was just quiet, watching you with a blank expression and that stare of his.
"you're blocked. don't call me."
the invader leaned casually against the doorframe, watching you with keen interest as you hung up. you sighed as you rubbed your temples which probably struck a chord in himâyou're sure he knew this feeling all too well. the room fell silent except for the muffled noise and shit music from downstairs. wordlessly, he pushed off the doorframe and moved further into the room, closing the door softly behind him. suna came to sit beside you on the bed, close but not quite touching. reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a joint and lighter.
"trouble in paradise?" he asked quietly, sparking the lighter. his tone was devoid of its usual sarcasm, surprisingly gentle. he took a long hit before offering it to you, exhaling smoke slowly through barely parted lips. his eyes, usually sharp and mocking, had softened as he regarded you in the shadows. for now, the game was on hold - it seemed he was simply offering a moment of quiet understanding.
this was the infamous manwhore on campus people were dying to get in bed with? you glanced at the joint that he offered. you didnât take it, saying, "can't a girl get a little bit of privacy? I prefer escaping the party alone, actually."
"this is my room, actually," he replied calmly, taking another drag from the joint.
âshit- sorry.â you started, about to stand up and leave but he didnât seem bothered or react as if he was so... you slowly sat back down.
suna exhaled slowly and shrugged. "don't worry, I'm not gonna try anything. just thought you could use someone to vent to, if you want." his tone was casual, non-threatening. holding the joint out to you again, he added, "or... we could just get high and forget about our problems for a while."
his expression gave nothing away as usual, but his eyes were open and attentive, implicitly letting you know he was genuinely offering an ear. the ball was in your court now - you could take the outstretched joint as a peace offering and relax in comfortable silence, or tell him to fuck off.
âwell, guess I'll take you up on that,â you said in reply, the faintest hint of a smile on your glossy lips.
a ghost of a smirk tugged at suna's lips as you accepted said peace offering, brushing against his fingers slightly (intentionally or not), clearly pleased with himself. he leaned back on one arm, mirroring you, close but not quite touching and watched the end of the joint glow orange as you took a hit.
"so, what's with the aggressive call?" he asked casually, your brief contact sent a subtle spark through him, though his expression remained as bored as ever. "ex giving you trouble?"
he took another long drag, holding the smoke for a moment before releasing it. his hooded gaze remained fixed on you, waiting patiently. there was a comfortable silence as the weed started to take effect, blurring the edges of discomfort.
during the brief silence, you took him in, only now realising how long his legs were and how huge he actually was without that oversized jacket- arms, hands, fingers; everything.
averting your eyes, you instead noticed a few things about his bedroom. one - a massive wall-to-ceiling mirror on his built-in wardrobe, a volleyball and some trophies on display on the shelves. some of his clothes were thrown about, as you would expect in a first-year guy's room. not to mention his impressive PC set-up.
suna had followed your gaze around the room, catching the subtle once-overs of his physique and belongings.
you finally indulged him by replying to his question, ânot that big of a deal. just an asshole that begged to tap again despite being a one-minute wonder," you smirked through the confession - subtlety not being one of your strongest suits.
"really? wouldn't know what that's like." you could practically hear the smirk in his voice too, confidence oozing through.
you rolled your eyes at his comment, "though, seems like you're the same in that you don't know how to take the hint. heard all about you." you continued before you could really think over what you had just implied.
he hid a smirk by taking another drag.
"hmm, really?" he replied lazily, "and what exactly have you heard?"
of course, suna knew the rumours that circulated about him - manwhore, player, only calls girls when he's high and or drunk. but he was curious what impression you in particular had gotten. his hooded gaze watched your expression closely.
the joint was starting to take effect now, softening the edges of his usual sharp demeanour. a pleasant buzz hummed through your veins.
letting out a soft chuckle, closing your eyes and replying with shrug, "you only call girls when you're high or drunk. and⊠you're an 'insane fuck'. a friend's words - not mine."
as you spoke, suna reached his arm past you, leaning over your thighs to stub out his joint on an ashtray atop the bedside table. your eyes grew wide at the sudden proximity.
"hmm, your friend isn't entirely wrong," suna hummed, his breath ghosting over your ear. he took his sweet time stubbing out the joint, not missing and clearly enjoying the subtle tension of your body.
when he sat back, he turned his head to meet your eyes, mere inches away. his gaze, usually sharp and mocking, had softened into something molten under the haze.
"but, what do you think?" he asked quietly, a hint of challenge in his tone. one of his long fingers came up to brush a lock of hair from your cheek, lingering there for a moment as his eyes dropped to your lips. the game was still afoot, but the rules had changed - this was no longer just casual banter.
this was an invitation.
and, your own gaze failed you too. for a split second, your eyes flicked down to his lips and then back up to his greyish-yellow eyes. you decide not to swat his hand away.
âwell, shouldnât judge a book by its cover, and so on...â you whispered low and sultry, âas for âinsane fuckâ⊠letâs just say I donât have the experience to give my own opinion.â
"wise words," his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek. your admission both surprised and intrigued him. he liked the way you talked.
leaning in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away, he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear once more. "what do you say we change that?" he breathed, letting the question hang tantalizingly in the air.
his free hand came up to tangle gently in your hair, tilting you enough to expose the long, column of your neck. suna pressed a lingering kiss there, feeling that pulse quicken under his lips and forced a breathy sigh out of you, the pressure feeling so good.
"or d'you wanna continue our little game of cat and mouse?" he whispered, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. his eyes, when they meet yours again, gleam with promise and challenge.
"that depends,â you whispered out, âwhoâs the cat and whoâs the mouse?â contrary to conflicting words, your own hands moved to slide up his shirtâto the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his brown locks. hands on his bare skin sent sparks through his veins, sharpening his focus.
"good question," suna murmured just above your lips, eyes half-lidded with intent.
in one smooth motion, he pushed you down, caging you against the plush mattress. his knee parted your thighs, making that tight mini skirt ride up just enough, pressing against your core, eliciting a gasp.
"for now, I think it's safe to say the mouse has been caught. but, I have a feeling you're more kitten than mouse," he gazed down at you with hooded eyes, taking in your flushed cheeks and sweet curves. "so you gonna let me kiss you, or...?
that shit-eating grin on his face made the idea of denying him so much more tempting. alas, suna rintarou was stupidly good with his words. but, so were you.
"I'll let you do more if you hurry up."
you could hear suna curse under his breath right before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. he rolled his hips against yours, grinding his hard length through the thin layers of fabric. a low groan rumbled in his throat at the exquisite friction.
breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking marks into the tender skin. âso youâre the impatient type, huh?â he teased, hands making quick work of that skirt. "alright, Iâll give you what you want.â
not a second later and youâre stripped bare. heâs settled between your thighs. no more teasingâhe delved right in, lapping eagerly at those dripping folds. his reputation precedes him, ministrations focused and skilled, clearly well-practised in the art of reducing his flings to a quivering mess.
you didnât know what to expect but suna going full-throttle was definitely not on the list. either suna really was a god with his hands and tongue or the weed in your system was making you feel pleasure tenfold. you hoped it was just the latter.
you couldnât even stop to think about trying to avoid the mounting orgasm. suna didnât help with the way his tongue perfectly circled your clit. or how his fingers curled and prodded that sweet spot in your tight, soaking wet cunt.
it wasnât your fault how your thighs quivered and threatened to close around himâbut suna kept you spread, happily lapping up the slick and wetness from your cum.
you cursed and could feel his fucking grin, taking his time kissing and nipping down your inner thighs. only when you stilled did he crawl back up your body, grabbing at the flesh of your curves.
his lips and chin glistened with your essence, kissing you once more and letting you get a taste of yourself on his hot tongue.
suna nipped at your swollen lips, erection straining painfully against his jeans. âyour turn,â he said, taking your hand and guiding it to the tent in his pants.
your brows frowned and you smirked, somewhat irritably. that nonchalant, confident arrogance of his really did a good job at pissing you off (and turning you on). two could play at that game.
recovered from that mind-blowing orgasm, you pushed against his chest, making him sit up and lean on one arm. âyou really are full of yourself, arenât you?â
you claimed his lips once more, undoing the belt and unzipping his pants with practised ease as he helped by kicking them off.
his grunt out of surprise was delightful to hear as you gripped him by the base, cock twitching eagerly in your grasp.
âguilty as charged,â he breathed when you parted, watching with that lazy grin and hooded eyes. âbut you seem to be holding your own just fine,â he reached down to stroke your cheek. sunaâs expression softening from his usual mocking edge into something almost tender. almost.
now that you were quite literally face-to-face with his cock, you couldnât think anything else other than, âfuck, heâs bigâ. stupid volleyball players and their stupid big hands, big build and big dick apparently.
âyouâre not the only one whoâs been around,â you confessed, teasing the tip, flicking salty pre all around, all while looking at him doe-eyed through your lashes.
suna sucked in a sharp breath, hips twitching slightly from the teasing touches. âmm, Iâm learning that,â he replied, voice roughening with barely restrained desire. what he would give to shove his cock down that diabolical mouth of yours. the mental image of your full, pouty lips stretched wide around him might have been enough to send him over the edge on its own.
his fingers tangle into your hair, not pushing but definitely encouraging, giving it a light tug. you took that as the go signal, licking up a stripe from the base of his cock. your spare hand, already coated with the juices from your cunt came up to pump once and then twice.
and, just as you finished licking up that stripe, you closed your mouth around the tip, bobbing your head and experimentally hollowing out your cheeks.
the throaty groan suna let out was more than satisfactory, head falling back as you sucked harder. âfuck, just like thatâŠâ he growled encouragingly, hips wanting to jerk up into that perfect mouth but he held back, letting you set the pace.
furrowing your brows at him, you swallowed him deeper until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning, sending waves through his cock. he was in so deep. you could feel it twitch inside your throat and taste what was uniquely suna rintarou.
"f-fuck," he stammered, hips bucking up helplessly at the sensation of your throat fluttering around the head of his cock. oh, you were taking him so well, like you were made for swallowing his length. "so fucking good," he praised roughly, stroking your cheek. his release was coiling hot and tight already.
just before sending him over the edge, what could a little more teasing do? with a lick of your lips, you gazed up at him from below and with a smirk saying, âyou holdinâ back or somethinâ? Iâm not a stranger to being face fucked," and licked another swipe down his cock.
suna scoffed. his eyes flashed dangerously.
in a flash he flipped you backwards, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his cock jutted heavy and eager between you, glistening with his pre and your saliva.
"you asked for it, kitten," he warned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. without further preamble, he plunged back into your mouth, setting a punishing pace as he fucked that perfect throat.
suna's hips snapped forward relentlessly as he took what he wanted. one hand tangled roughly in your hair to hold you in place for his merciless punishment.
"such a naughty little slut, begging to be face fucked," he growled, feeling his release coiling tighter with each slick thrust. "swallow it all when I come, got that?"
his groans and grunts were honestly music to your ears. a few more hard thrusts and he was spilling down your throat with a guttural groan, pounding into your mouth through the entirety of his climax.
you weren't immune to having tears well up in your eyes as white hot cum spurted down your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling and to not choke around him.
when suna âgenerouslyâ (not) pulled out of your mouth, you puffed your cheeks and swallowed hard, turning to cough. you faced suna after, licking your lips and swallowing all while looking at him dead in the eye almost defiantly, âpeople usually stop fucking moving when they blow,â you complained, voice slightly hoarse but that just made suna even more prideful.
he just chuckled at your complaintâthat same evil laugh accompanying that shit-eating smirk. "dunno who you're tryna convince since..." he shifted, fingers tracing your hips and tapped your sopping wet cunt, wetness practically dripping down your thighs. "you're ruining my sheets."
you detested that suna rintarou face-fucking you made you wet to the point where you dripped all over his bed. it was now clear to him exactly how he should continue treating you.
rolling smoothly atop you, he caged you in with strong arms and settled between welcoming thighs. "Iâll clean that up for you," he purred, dipping his head to sample the sweet flavour lingering on his tongue.
suna let his fingers do most of the work stretching you out, making you mewl, moan, and arch your back. âs'that what you say to all the girls you fuck?â
suna chuckled darkly against your slick flesh, tongue delving deeper in response. "not always," he replied, lips and chin glistening when he pulled back to meet your eyes. two fingers scissored inside you, curling to stroke that sweet spot, while his thumb circled your aching clit in lazy eights.
"now quit your yapping and enjoy the ride." he resumed his oral devotion with renewed vigour, determined to reduce you to a quivering mess once more before claiming you fully. only when you were sobbing his name and gripping the sheets in abandon would he deem you ready for his cock.
fuckâ his fingers really were magic. you were questioning why he was so adamant on stretching you out. though, after taking his cock in your mouth, you were actually wondering how itâd fucking fit inside. you were so, so close to coming for the second time that night. but, you oh-so badly wanted to cum on his cock. youâd rather die than admit it though, stubbornly biting your lip, muffling cries so as to not give him satisfaction.
suna hummed, smirking around the mouthful of flesh his lips and tongue were lavishing. he could feel your inner walls fluttering, body coiled as tight as a bowstring on the edge of release.
pulling back with an obscene pop, he withdrew his fingers to your disappointed mewl. "tsk, so impatient," he chided, nipping at your inner thighs. "don't you want the real thing?" he purred, rubbing the thick head of his cock through your slick folds in slow, teasing circles. he was fully hard again, ready to plunge deep.
"beg for it like a good girl and I'll consider it," he challenged, grey-golden eyes glittering with mischief. his thumb returned to rub tight, fast circles around your clit, keeping you right on the razor's edge.
your brows furrowed, eyes closing tight in hopes to stop yourself from coming. you swallowed hard and managed a smirk despite your hazed eyes, closing your legs around his torso, pulling him in, playfully nipping at his bottom lip. "not until you ask me for my name, asshole."
suna growled low in his throat. little minx was going to be the death of him. his cockhead nudged insistently at your entrance, aching to breach that tight heat.
his voice was low and smooth, lacking its usual teasing edge. for once, his full attention was focused solely on you, "alright then, kitten. what's your name?" you waited on his question, and then you'd give your answer, along with the fucking of a lifetime.
whispering your name into his ear, you continued, "but, you can call me your slut if you let me cum on your cock this time. and, if youâre good I might even let you have my number."
the way your voice stayed low and sultry almost lulled him into some sort of spell. it didn't help suna's patience when your legs tightened around his waist, making his cock kiss the entrance of your cunt.
suna's eyes darkened at the sinful proposition, cock twitching eagerly. oh, he was going to make you beg for release before the night was through.
he purred your name, tasting it on his tongue as he rolled his hips, "such a pretty name for a dirty slut." he chuckled, nipping your lobe.
in one swift thrust, he finally sank home, burying to the hilt in one smooth stroke. your velvety heat clenched so tight around him. it was exquisite torture. the moan you both shared together was downright diabolical and the proceeding muffled cries that you let out in your mess of a kiss felt delicious on sunaâs tongue.
bracing himself on muscular arms, he set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward to grind against your clit on every pass. "you'll probably be begging for mine once I'm done," he mumbled against your lips, grey eyes alight with primal hunger.
with the way your pussy clenched down on him, the way your nails dug into his shoulders and the way you moaned his name: how could he not feel like he was running on pure ecstasy.
suna gripped your hips and flipped you over, leaning over your arched body. he nipped the shell of your ear with a smirk. his free hand gripped your chin, pulling your head up, making you look up at that full-length mirror on his wardrobe, "remind me how you want it, again?"
you wanted to curse him out so bad with how badly your walls fluttered achingly around nothing. biting your lips, you let out a shaky sigh as your cheeks flushed an even deeper red. finding the strength to lift a hand to turn his head and whisper devilishly into his ear, "rough."
with a breathy chuckle, he replied, "sure thing, princess." without further warning, he gripped your hips once more and slammed back in. you cried out, whether in pain or pleasure or a sick mixture of both, you neither knew nor cared. all that mattered was the feeling of suna wrecking your insides.
suna's hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to look at the debaucherous reflection in the mirror. the muted sounds of the frat party downstairs faded, replaced with the noises of sex and slapping skin.
your skin flushed pink and red from the marks he left on your body. looking up for a brief second, you met his blown-out pupils in the mirror, managing to get out, "a little fucked in the head, arenât you-"
suna's lips curled into a feral smirk at your words, meeting your gaze unflinchingly in the mirror. "takes one to know one, princess," he growled, angling his hips to drive even deeper. his thrusts were relentless, pounding into you so hard the force shifted you forward.
leaning over you and reaching around, he splayed his large hand over your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock. "feel that?"
of course you fucking felt itâhe was practically splitting you open. and you'd hate to admit it but you felt high and it was definitely not the weed.
he caught your mouth in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue. his eyes bored into yours in the mirror, a feral challenge gleaming in their depths.
you couldnât stay up. you lowered your head, body high on firey pleasure as suna pounded a second orgasm into you. you cursed and sputtered out, "f-fuck...! I'm gonna..."
his own face twisted in ecstasy. fuck, he needed to fill you up. your cries raised an octave and walls began to spasm around him, making him groan deeply into the crook of your neck. as much of an asshole he was, he found a slither of control inside him to care enough to ask.
he cursed, his control hanging by a thread, "you on anything?"
his cock pistoned in and out of your walls, hitting that spongy sweet spot every single time. the slap of skin filled the room along with your mingled moans. suna's orgasm was coiling tight, ready to explode.
somehow summoning the last shreds of willpower, he panted against your skin, "hurry, tell me before I lose itâŠ" the decision was yours, but he wasn't sure he could stop even if you said to. not when you felt this fucking good.
part of him wanted nothing more than to spill deep inside, and claim you as only his. a few more erratic thrusts were all he could manage, hanging on the razor's edge for your reply before the dam broke.
âf-fuck... justâ fill me upâŠ!â you couldnât even think straight as you peaked. your back arched like a pretty moon with a death grip on the sheets, trying to at least hold on to a bit of your sanity.
a guttural groan tore from suna's throat at your permission, the last of his restraint shattering. he slammed home one final time, spilling hot white cum deep inside your clenching walls with a full-body shudder.
wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him as he pulsed into you, your climax dragging his out for an agonizing eternity. your velvety heat milked him for all he was worth, and he swore he saw stars behind his lids.
coming back to himself, he collapsed heavily over you, panting for breath. suna buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent as you both floated down together.
"fuckâŠ" was all he could manage in a gravelly rasp, still nestled inside.
the previously faded noise of the party had now become slightly audible and matched with the beating of your heartbeats and panting breaths. holy fuck. suna rintarou really was an insane fuck.
pulling out slowly, he watched his seed leak from your abused cunt with a satisfied smirk. rollling onto his side, he tugged your limp, well-fucked body towards him, tucking you under his arm.
was he still high? cus the way he was looking at you was kinda dangerous⊠you didnât say anything else and pressed your lips against his again, wanting to forget about everything else and enjoy the âinsane fuckâ that was suna rintarou.
suna readily returned your kiss, losing himself in the feel of your pretty soft lips. for once, his mind had gone blissfully blank - all he knew was the girl in his arms and the taste of you on his tongue.
reluctantly breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead to yours, noses brushing almost intimately as you both caught your breaths. his fingers traced idle patterns along your flushed skin, committing every curve and plane to memory.
his eyes cracked open to meet your gaze, and for a heartbeat, something almost tender flickered in his usual sardonic depths. "stay the night?" he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft. fingers tracing the bow of your lips, he awaited your answer.
âwhat, canât get enough of the girl that accidentally walked into your room?â you teased, biting the finger that traced your lips.
suna huffed out a soft laugh at your retort. he replied, "can you blame me? think I hit the jackpot with you." his fingers combed idly through your tousled locks, gaze roaming your well-fucked form with unabashed hunger and appreciation.
"besides," he purred, nosing along your jawline to nip at the spot below your ear that made you gasp, "you still need to answer my question."
his voice had dropped to a low, gravelly rasp that went straight to your core. he smirked against your flushed skin. "do I live up to my reputation as an 'insane fuck'?"
yes, you answered mentallyâbut you weren't about to feed his ego even more.
trailing his fingers down your spine, he purred, "and I believe someone promised me her number? for being 'good' and filling her up.â
despite the way you shivered at his touch once more, you huffed and pushed against his chest. âyour volleyball friends not gonna miss you?â you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him.
"probably too busy getting shitfaced to notice I'm gone," he replied with a lazy shrug. "I'd much rather stay right here and wreck you a few more times before calling it a night." his hand slid down your stomach to tease that oversensitive clit, smirking at your involuntary gasp.
âyouâre impossible.â
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.
.
unfortunately for you, you did surrender your number to suna in the end. and, you even stayed the night, surprising a few of sunaâs house mates from the sight of the smoking hot girl he managed to somehow get into his bed. you paid them no mind as you left his place. well- apart from giving your classmate, osamu miya, an awkward greeting before leaving.
it wasnât long before you and suna would meet again, and again, and againâŠ
