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severelytalentless · 3 years

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A Room with a View

Gojo x Fem!Reader

A/N: Couldn't be more excited to be a part of this event! Thanks @nkogneatho for the juicy theme and for allowing me to participate. I had the most fun writing this. The scenario hit me like a ton of bricks. Hope ya'll like it too.

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CW/TW: sexual scenarios & strong language, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), degradation/name-calling/slut-shaming, dumbification, consensual unprotected sex (don't try this at home), creampie (don't try this either)

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It was a fairly simple request. Your only request. Surely other wealthier tenants had laundry lists of demands about how they wanted their apartments set up. Interior designers to boss around and do their bidding. You didn't ask for anything, other than a room with a view. Particularly that of the beautiful sprawling city you now live in. That's the only reason you chose this complex. You've lived your whole life on the ground level, and now thanks to this new job, you're finally able to afford the hefty premium for a spot on the second-highest floor in the building. You thought you had it made when you saw that yawning wall of glass in the bedroom. Unfortunately, you were unaware of the buildings’ layout when you came across the high-end modern flat online. You didn't think twice about putting in your bid. You were too busy scrolling through the photo gallery, imagining how your mornings would begin with shining sunlight, and how the twinkling city skyline would lull you to sleep. You didn't notice they had posted that same view for every available condo. The building is laid out in a hollow rectangle with a courtyard and pool in the center. Some condos face the outside world, while others face the middle. You spent all day politely arguing with management over the mistake, then moved in all of your belongings on your own when you lost the battle. There you sat on your bare mattress in defeat, staring out the yawning wall of glass, directly at the opposing condos no more than 25 meters away. At first, you left your curtains shut almost all the time, not wanting to be reminded of your naive mistake and dismal vista. But eventually, you would throw them open during the day, tired of living without natural light. It didn't take long for you to realize that not everything about your view was disappointing. While most tenants keep their curtains drawn at night, one leaves them open all the time. And his flat is directly across from yours.

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He's difficult to miss, and difficult to ignore as he goes about his evening routine by the soft purple glow of the LEDs that snake along the crease where the walls meet the ceiling. His white hair gleams in the light and it makes his skin appear tanner than it actually is. You know this because you've seen him outside of his bedroom as well.

Your neighbor is an interesting man, to say the least. From what you've gathered, he keeps odd hours at his job and takes extended business trips quite frequently. You haven't been formally acquainted, but you have exchanged glances in the lobby and the rooftop bar on several occasions. He always wears dark shades, even when it's raining, but he shifted them down to have a good look at you those few times. You've never seen eyes like his. On sleepless nights, you leave your curtains open to gaze at the light pollution glowing from the city just out of your view. Sometimes you can even see a star or two. Tonight is one of those nights, and movement catches your attention from across the way. Plagued by insomnia, you decide to watch as he enters his bedroom and starts to remove his clothes. The shades are the first to go, he places them on his nightstand. Then off comes his jacket and shoes. He unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it from his shoulders, letting it float to the floor. He pulls his phone from his pocket and scrolls the illuminated screen as he ambles around to the other side of his bed. He tosses it down and starts on his belt buckle. At this point, you're starting to get excited. He's far enough away that he can't possibly see into your darkened room, but close enough that you can see how well built he is, the glowing lights defining each slender muscle of his back and torso. He unzips his fly and his trousers fall to the floor, revealing tight black boxer briefs. Your core tightens up. He steps out of the piled trousers and reaches down to pull off his socks one at a time. He isn't putting on any sort of show, but for some reason, this is really turning you on. You slink your hand down under the covers and stroke into your folds, still gazing at the mysterious half-naked man in the window. What's he gonna do next? Maybe he sleeps naked..that'd be a treat. Your entertainment is cut short when he turns and disappears through a doorway you assume leads to his bathroom. A minute goes by and you stop trying to get off to an empty room. You're about to lose hope and surrender to sleep. Then he reappears, with his cock in his hand, lazily stroking his growing erection. You are now fully awake and invested, fingers returning to pleasure yourself to this private peep show. You don't need binoculars to see the impressive size of his member as he pumps it through his fist. He lays on his bed and picks up his phone while he continues to pull on his shaft, completely unbothered by the potential lack of privacy. There's something so naughty about secretly watching this man masturbate. He has no idea how he's fueling your arousal. What his boldness is doing to you. You begin to sweat and pull the covers off your naked body. You stir your slick up and around your puffy clit, pressing and rolling the inflamed nerves. You tilt your head back and moan at the ceiling as your fingers dive inside and curl into your sweet spot, fantasizing about being pumped full of that pretty cock. You look up again for another visual and freeze. He's not looking at his phone anymore. He's not on his bed anymore. He's standing at his window, cock still in hand, and it seems like he’s staring right at you. A strong wave of adrenaline surges from head to toe and your pulse gains momentum. You remain completely still, like prey that's been spotted. But there's no way he can see you right now. It's too dark. Isn't it? You decide to test the theory, slowly pulling your fingers from your dripping cunt, bringing them to your lips, licking at them erotically. A mischievous smirk appears on his face and he subtly nods his head. He can fucking see you.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being caught is such a rush. You thought spying on him was hot, but this. This feels illegal. The darkness of your room makes you feel hidden, and only he can see inside. Only he can see the way you suck the rest of your slick off your knuckles. Only he gets to watch you shift to the end of your bed and sink down to sit on

the floor at the foot of it, spreading your legs open for him. Only he’s allowed to enjoy the show you’re about to give him. But you've already given him plenty of private viewings. Not that you knew about them. The truth is, he's been watching you for a while. One of the perks of having inhuman eyesight. He can see right through your curtains. You've been unknowingly flashing him every time you change your clothes, every time you drop your towel, and every time you make yourself cum in the perceived privacy of that darkened room. He's been studying you closely, and his appetite for your bare skin has developed into an obsession. He's dying to know what you feel like, what you taste like, how those moans sound. Tonight is the first night he's come home to find you've left your curtains open, and he's very pleased to see that you're interested in him as well. Now he can introduce himself properly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being watched is such a rush. You moan and stare across at his pumping fist as you feverishly fuck yourself with your fingers and tug on your hard nipples, both parties indulging in the sinful performance. You're revving up to your release when he suddenly turns away. You pause and pant and furrow your brows. That's it? You watch him pick up his phone off the bed and unlock the screen. This fucker must be joking.. He looks up and you see his silent chuckle at the confused expression on your face. He wiggles the phone at you and points at the screen. All you can focus on is how his cock remains standing proudly on his hips when he just let it go. His vision is so keen, he is fully aware of what you're looking at and he chuckles again. He pats his thigh to get your attention and points to you, then back to the phone more enthusiastically. My phone? You huff and grab it from the bed, sitting down on the edge as you unlock it. You hold it up and wiggle the lit screen back at him. What's he on about? He doesn't have my number. Then your phone buzzes with an airdrop request. You smirk. Very clever.. You open the screenshot of a text note

Hey gorgeous, are you having fun?

You giggle and glance up, nodding your head at him.

Another airdrop pops up

D'you wanna come over?

Heat floods your face and you hesitate. Another airdrop.

I can see you blushing.

You look up and he's staring at you, sitting on the end of his bed, stroking that perfect heavy cock. There's no denying it. You want him so badly. You bite your lip and slowly nod. He grins, immediately typing again.

1606 Wear something hot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The purple lights in his room look even more ethereal in person. They make your white lace lingerie glow seductively, and perfectly match his illuminated hair. His head between your thighs showcases the stark contrast to the way the ultraviolet hue darkens your skin. But regardless of the lighting, his eyes still shine without help; so intensely that it shocks you every time he glances up to watch your face crease with pleasure. "S-someone's gu-hunh-nna..see..” His curtains are still wide open. You're splayed out on his bed for the whole world to see and that's just the way he likes it. Your worried whimper is met with another firm flat drag of his tongue that spreads your smooth folds and shuts you right up. You clutch at the bedsheets as he sucks and flicks your clit greedily, making your legs shake on his shoulders, held still by his grip on your thighs. You're not going anywhere without his permission. "Uh-huh.." He doesn't give a fuck who's watching him eat your pussy. He engulfs your cunt with his mouth and rolls his tongue over and over the throbbing tender bud. You writhe and gasp and moan at his flawless technique. His humming approval is just egregious self-indulgence. He knows it's more than you can take. He tightens his grip on your trembling thighs. He’s gonna make you cum in his mouth. Incoherent breathless pants take over for any understandable language as he holds your clit captive under his tongue and proceeds to light your core on fire. You shake your head and choke out a begging moan before the wave comes crashing down heavy over you and sweeps you into a lustful frenzy. You cuss and moan out into the purple room while you melt in his mouth and he licks you through your quivering climax. You start to settle and he finally releases you, allowing you to stretch out on the bed. You're high on the rush of endorphins tingling through your veins. You close your eyes and hum blissfully as your heart rate drops back down to a less frenetic pace. He stands up and looks down his nose at your cute little blushy grin, shaking his head as if you say.. You have no idea what you're in for. You purr at him. "That felt fucking good.." He hums a chuckle of agreement and curls his fingers, beckoning you to sit up and come hither. His hand catches your face and he strokes your hot cheek with his thumb. The lust swirling in his bright eyes warns you that he's not finished yet. "C'mere gorgeous, I'm gonna show you off.." You grasp his forearms and he wheels you around, stepping you back until you thump against the window. You gasp at the cold shock on your skin. His hands skate all over you and his lips land on your collarbone, he starts sucking and kissing his way up your neck. You only have a moment to think about what your ass must look like pressed up against the glass before his tongue is in your mouth, sharing the remaining taste of your slick. He presses his body against yours and you feel his stiff cock prod your stomach. You eagerly wrap your hand around it and relish the moan he sends into your mouth as you stroke him. It really is a pretty cock, rosy and swollen, just aching to stretch you out. You pull another breathy sigh from him and hum against his lips. He bites at yours and traces your waist with his fingertips. You like what you're hearing. He sounds impatient. And he is. He snatches your hips and turns you around sharply, pushing you forcefully against the glass. He pins you there with his hand between your shoulder blades, pressing your cheek and your tits flat against the hard clear surface, presenting you to anyone lucky enough to glance upward. Your nipples go hard immediately and he wastes no time lining up his leaking head with your sopping entrance. He hisses in your ear as you wriggle and pull heavy breaths. "You want it like this? Wanna get fucked on display?" You nod and catch your lip in your teeth, telling the honest truth even if it's shameful. You're too turned on to resist this. "Mhm.." He chuckles and

nudges in, plugging your slick narrow opening, teasing you just to hear you whine desperately for more. He mocks you arrogantly with a smirk on his face while his hands lock around your hips.

“What a fucking slut..” He knocks a lusty yelp from the depths of you with the harsh snap of his hips, sheathing himself within your body in an instant. Your poor shocked little cunt has no time to adjust to this forced filling before he begins his pounding onslaught. He's all up in your guts, fucking you onto the balls of your feet as you arch your back and gasp for air. Your toes curl into the carpet and your palms start to fog up the glass beneath them, smearing the prints with every sharp thrust. A jostled string of moaned profanities tumbles from your loose jaw, wetted by the drool that drips down and off your chin. Your pupils are nowhere to be found, lost somewhere up inside your skull. It's just the way he's hitting that spot. Tagging it rapidly..relentlessly. Giving you no respite from these ascending levels of pleasure. Fucking you limp, daft, and senseless. “Tell me how much you fucking love this..” He gathers a fistful of your hair and tugs your attention. You choke out a whimper and he scoffs. “You can't even speak right now..cock’s got you so dumb..” “Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh!” Yes. Yes, you are. You're pathetically drunk on his dick. “That fucking good, huh baby? You bobble your head and shift to spread your legs wider, dropping your weight to meet his smacking hips in hopes he'll sink even deeper. He takes notice of this feral behavior. “Does the little slut want more?” You cry out and nearly collapse as he fucks into you at this ungodly new angle. If that weren't enough, he just reached around to push and play with your favorite button.. "Fuck! Oh fuck..I-mmh..I'm c-cu-uhm! Nng-ooh fuuck me-uhh!" You drop your head back and give up on trying to tell him. Isn't it obvious? Your legs are trembling, struggling to keep you standing as your body starts to tense and your greedy pussy drools and clamps around his pistoning shaft. He mocks you again, rolling your clit firmly under his fingertips. He's being so mean, bullying the orgasm right out of you. “Oh, you're c-c-cumming? Of course you are.” You yowl and shudder, completely rocked by your convulsing core, then your muscles seize up and you fall silent, tongue lolling out against the glass. He pounds into you a few more times, forcing you to pull in a sharp deep breath. His hips roll up flush against your ass, digging and stirring his cock deep inside you. You cry and mewl letting it all out as you struggle to hold consciousness, all the while he's in your ear. Musing, praising, coaching you through this erotic fit, making it all so much more unbearably hot.

"That's it..that's a good girl..good fucking girl..c'mon..cum for me..cum all over this cock..don't stop..fuuck yess..that's it.." You're an absolute fucked-out mess. One last sharp thrust makes your whole body shiver and melt. He catches your hips as your knees give way. You're still spasming around him when he pulls out his still hard cock. You pant and purr and flinch with aftershock. He turns you to face him and lifts you off the floor, carrying you back to the bed and tossing you down on the glowing sheets.

Heat radiates from your skin and in your lustful daze, you feel his hands on your knees. You look up and catch his gleaming smirk as he part your legs. You whimper and your brows knit together in disbelief. Your heart only just started to calm down from your previous release, and now it's hammering again in anticipation. He leans over and nods down at your pretty face. He's still hard. He's not done. He wants more.

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severelytalentless · 3 years

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That's my girllllllllll 🔥🔥🔥

𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕒

(n.) the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet

mafia!sukuna x fem!reader - 3.3k words

CW: mafia themes, gambling, alcohol use, dubcon, explicit smut, unprotected sex, public sex, angst, jealousy, degradation, alpha asshole sukuna, yuji x f!reader, fem!reader, yuji/sukuna twin au

A/N: my first fic request ever for @wobblewobble822 <3 gah!! i hope it lives up to what you wanted it to be! thank you for dropping into my inbox, requests are open to everyone ;) this was a lot of fun i can't wait to do more in the future!

Banner credit: @/yuan_jessie0434 on twitter

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“I swear to god, Yuji,” You look nervously around the alley he was leading you down. Dumpsters spew over with garbage, grime clinging to the rusted metal. Sparing a glance up you gaze upon collapsing fire escapes clinging to bricks covered in years of blackened soot and polluted air. “If you’re bringing me down here to kill me…”

Such a scummy place for the polished ritz and glamour just around the corner. The city's largest and most expensive restaurants, casinos, and nightclubs lining the city's busiest drag. Yuji had briefly mentioned his family business, but you were starting to question his sanity.

“I’m just going to pay my brother a visit. The front of the club is locked during the day.” He calmly approaches a nondescript vestibule, a handleless metal door capping the alcove. “Besides, it has the best, most private pool hall in town. I figured we can shoot a few rounds.”

You groan, accepting his attempt at appeasement as you side step broken glass to join him at the door.

You find yourself huddling nearer to him, jumping at the sudden appearance of the rat who decides now was a fantastic time to scurry across your foot. Looking up at the pattern he knocks into the entryway, he directs you to look up and the security camera you had passed over.

“Look at the camera in the corner, they just want to verify who you are…” Confused, you look to where he’s directing with a furrowed brow.

The hell is this about? Before you’re able to ask him, the door suddenly swings open revealing a mountain of a man blocking a set of stairs that ascended to the second floor. He nods at Yuji, letting the two of you pass.

“Why are they making such a big deal about this?” You ask as he opens a heavy metal door at the top of the stairs… you swear it could stop a fucking bullet.

“Sukuna heads the-” Yuji coughs, voice dropping to a whisper. “Uh… unsavory criminal activities in the city.”

You blink in surprise. You may have thought he was poking fun at you if he hadn’t dragged you out here himself, seen the layers of security yourself. Denial wasn’t an option when you see the space the door opens to.

A large, darkened glass wall overlooks a desolate dance floor. The lack of noise that normally accompanied the thrill of the club blanketed the space in an eerie tone.

The small amount of people spread around the space only added to the hushed atmosphere. Men covered in head-to-toe tattoos with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths as they hunched over the numerous pool tables scattered throughout the space. A sense of uncomfortable anticipation settles in your bones. The hardened eyes turn to focus on you when that ridiculous door slams shut behind you. I don’t belong here, your thoughts starting to eat away at you.

“Hey,” You focus back on Yuji, who had led you to the small bar at the back of the room. “Don’t worry… no one’s going to touch you. Not when they know you’re here with me.”

You very much did not like that his statement implies that they would if he hadn’t been there...

“Get settled in, I’ll be right back.” He hands you a rack of pool balls and the cobalt cue stick chalk, motioning to a table a few feet away. “Then you can kick my ass, as always.” You can hear the smirk in his tone.

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Is there no clock in here? You groan inwardly to yourself. Your phone died hours ago. How long was he going to be in there?

After a few practice rounds with only yourself for company, you had taken to challenging a few of the regulars to a match. Using your best asset to keep them distracted as you raked in the cash they eagerly bet against you.

You were lining up your last shot, calling the pocket you were going to sink the eight ball into, when a familiar shade of pink catches your eye, causing you to pause.

You look over to your left, still bent over the pool table expecting to see Yuji finally exiting the back hallway to join you in taking money from these poor saps. A small gasp leaves you when you meet the direct and pointed gaze of a devastatingly gorgeous man, your eyes blowing wide, body stilling as you stare openly.

He stood slightly taller than Yuji, shoulders broader and the planes of his body wider, more angled and sharp. His eyes darker, harder than steel as if he had seen all this world had to give.

The most notable physical difference being the tattoos covering his muscled form. Not that it was strange in this settling. All the men that surround you to watch you wipe the floor with their friends had every variation and iteration of marks covering them.

This man’s were simple, adding to the intoxicating sense of power that surrounded him. Sukuna… your brain finally identifies; lagging behind your unsavory thoughts.

A hot flash of arousal spreads down your body, feeling his gaze follow the arch of your back from bending over the table and the swell of your ass jutting out so you could get the right angle on the shot.

You sense his stare linger there, watching his tongue dart out to wet his dried lips. His teeth catch slightly on his skin there as you turn away, quickly sinking the eight ball and turning away to hide your growing blush from him.

You palm the fat wad of cash your challenger bet against you, licking your fingers to count the bills as the crowd disperses from around you.

You were about to take a seat in one of the dark corners, as far away from the pull of Yuji's brother when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Compliments of the management, ma’am.” The bartender extends a large glass of a deep red liquid… Wine? Really?

“Management?” You question confused as to who would buy you a drink after you handed all of the regular patrons’ asses to them. You eye the bartender up and down, uniform sharp, impeccably cleaned with no wrinkle in sight, his posture rail straight.

“Ryomen Sukuna, miss.” You look up behind the man’s shoulder, to see the man in question leaning haughtily against the bar top. His gaze meets yours directly as he brings his thumb to mouth tonguing at the pad slightly, waiting for your response.

“No, thank you.” You say shaking your head to drive home your lie, ignoring the pooling heat in your center. The desire to gulp down whatever he wanted you to is almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t make it that easy for him.

“Mr. Ryomen insists…” When you’re about to deny the response again when he cuts you off. “It is expected, miss.”

Anger flares in your bloodstream. Expected? You can’t find it in you to have any pity in your heart when you snap back your response, refusing to acknowledge that this man was just doing his job, that he was in no place to disobey the pink hair man that was staring holes through you.

“I said no. Do I look like some bitch to be ordered around? Do I look that fucking cheap?”

You flinch out of your temper induced haze to see Yuji grasping at your upper arm, shaking you slightly to get your attention.

“I’m over this. Let’s get out of here…” You pause to send Sukuna a death glare, looking over to where you last saw him, but he had disappeared, was nowhere to be seen.

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You hadn’t wanted to come tonight, adamant as Yuji pulled your sorry ass out of bed, that a night at the club just wasn’t in the cards.

How wrong you had been. The thumping of the base hits in time with your beating heart, the bodies around you swaying primally to the music. Circling your hips, you grind your scantily clad ass against Yuji. One hand gripping tightly the glass of the fifth drink you were nursing, the other fisted back into his hair pulling his mouth to your neck.

Through your panting breath and racing heart, your eyes scan the edges of the dance floor, your gaze landing on the VIP lounge, the owner himself settled in the seat with two half naked women draped across him while he spoke to a bouncer.

Tch. You scowl brows scrunching slightly, totally not out of jealousy. How pathetic do you have to be to suck up to someone like that?

His stare slides to you as Yuji’s pants become heavy against your neck, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, his tongue trailing along with it before he nibbles lightly on your ear. He watches entranced as your mouth falls open, eyes going half lidded as you maintain eye contact through your growing haze.

Take a look at what you can’t have, Sukuna.

You smirk to yourself, half turning yourself in Yuji’s arms to bring him down for a sloppy kiss, you miss the bouncer beginning to approach you on his boss’ orders. He shoves his way through the intoxicated crowd, ignoring where the two of you were connected, tongues entangled fighting for dominance.

“Mr. Itadori, sir.” You look up at the bald man towering over you, his presence would have been threatening if it weren’t for his current objective. “Your brother invites the two of you to lounge with him.”

The earlier interaction with Sukuna’s last staff member barged into your head. This wasn’t an invite… it was an expectation, just like the acceptance of the drink was. “Go on without me, Yuji.”

“And leave you alone? Come on.” Yuji hauls you off the dance floor by your elbow, pupils still blown wide. “I’m not leaving you down here to fend for yourself.” He grins back at you quickly. “Besides… Sukuna doesn’t bite.”

Did he really have to be here? Of course he did, he ran the place... a scowl taking the place of your purposefully blank face as you approach the designated area, nodding silently in greeting as you let Yuji handle the greetings, zoning out completely as you grab a shot of top shelf tequila, knocking it back and handing two to Yuji to catch up with your pace.

Looking out over the dance floor from this vantage point had its advantages, you suppose, absentmindedly hooking a knee over leg, stroking your fingers lightly along his bicep. You’re sure the alcohol isn’t hurting the view either, your giggles slipping out when Yuji cracks his usual jokes, lightening the mood for you.

“Your muscles look so large in this shirt, ‘kuna…” one of the girls coos, her voice somehow traveling into your ears between the pauses in songs. Your eyes slide over to see her practically clawing at the fabric of his half buttoned shirt.

The feeble attempt at flattery has you rolling your eyes. You stop a large scoff from exiting your mouth, opting for an incredulous chuckle as you shake your head slightly. How fucking desperate could you be?

Taking one last glance when you catch Sukuna raking his eye over your form, landing where Yuji grips at the meat of your thigh, causing you to rub them together, obvious to the both of you what you’re trying to relieve.

“Yo’ ok?” Yuji slurs directly into your ear, his hand cupping your face, his breath sweet with the smell of liquor brushing past your face.

You whimper needily, pressing your face into his touch. The noise hit him deep and center, making him pull you in to straddle his hips, but takes it slow, looking at you more with love, but the lust present, simmering just under the surface.

The want displayed in his eyes was different from the animalistic lust in Sukuna’s. It was warmer, more welcoming, but it just didn’t hit as deep.

A petty side of you has you playing with Yuji’s hair, brushing his cheek with your fingertips as you lean in to nibble at his earlobe. You keen as he grabs a handful of your ass underneath your dress, making you let out a low moan, trying to keep at least the noise at bay, if not the view for the others in the booth.

Let Sukuna get as much of an eyeful as you were getting.

Yuji suddenly palms your chin, causing your head to move to the side, lining you up directly with Sukuna’s gaze has he bites down roughly, pulling an audible moan from you, Sukuna watching with barely contained restraint as your pupils go wide, body going limp in Yuji’s arms.

Getting up suddenly, you brush imaginary dirt from the short skirt of your dress, not bothering to adjust where it had ridden up as you turn your back to the group, bending down to whisper in Yuji’s ear, your nipples brushing his chest.

“I’ll be back…” Leaning in, you kiss the shell of his ear, exposing your soaked cunt to Sukuna as you bend at the waist, showing him every detail. The discolored wet spot illustrates to him your mounting arousal, the black lace that your lower lips and ass has sucked in, leaving your cheeks bare.

Stumbling down the small set of stairs, you make your way to the bathroom, hoping to catch a breather and fix your makeup.

In your drunken stupor, you easily miss Sukuna shooing off the girls he’d easily grown tired of after seeing the way your curvy form writhed against his brother on the dance floor. His predatory eyes stalk his prey, following you to the dead end you were leading yourself to.

You groan out a sigh of relief when you see the bathroom somehow empty, slouching against the edge of the counter.

Deep breaths… You inhale deep, calming the dizzy haze doing rounds in your head. Tsk. Damn tequila...You lean over the sink on your tippy toes, getting as close to your reflection as possible. It was rather difficult to see given the red bulbs illuminating the space you were in. Carefully, you concentrate on applying your lip gloss, refreshing what remained after Yuji’s assault on your mouth.

“There you are, princess.” You stop dead at the commanding tone that entered the space, clawing up your spine, leaving a shuddering mess in its wake. Looking up, you meet Sukuna’s smug stare through the mirror, your eyes dipping, catching the slight movement of his thick fingers deftly flicking the deadbolt’s lock.

Not daring to move, you remain frozen, trailing his movement as he approaches, stopping behind your hips. A gasp flies from your lips as he spins you around sharply, pinning your hips to the counter’s edge with a harsh growl in your ear.

“Such a tease. You’re no better than the whores I keep on my lap…” His pointer finger and long black nail extending from it trace the length of your neck, tilting your head up so he could see your features better. “Why were you showing off for me princess? You’re a cruel little slut to use my brother like that.”

Sukuna towers over you, demanding an answer to his question.

“You’re pretty fucking obsessed with yourself,” you scoff under your breath, screwing the cap of your lip gloss shut. “You’re not wanted or needed here.”

You see a spark of anger behind the amused lust in his eyes, his giant hands shove you back around to bend completely over the sink, the side of your face smashed against the mirror, your panting, shocked breaths fogging the mirror.

You only get to settle against the mirror for a second before a hand snakes itself into your long tendrils of hair, pulling you up, back arching into the bulge in his pants. You see him back just far enough away to pull out his hardened length to settle on your ass.

His hand moves to tug up your dress the last few, barely needed inches to expose your black lace thong. He hastily moves them to the side, immediately entering you without comment or concern for your well being.

“Pretty fucking wet for not being wanted or needed.” Sukuna snarls as he bottoms out in your sensitive cunt, covering your mouth with his free hand so you can hear the squelching of your juices as he sharply bucks back into you.

“With an outfit like this…” He pauses to groan, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “You’re practically begging for me to take you. A few shots of my expensive liquor and you open your legs like a desperate. fucking. slut.”

He ennouncates each word with a bruising thrust, the tip of his cock battering your cervix. You try to squirm out of his grasp, pleading with him, “P-leas- fuck! Slow down ‘kuna!”

Chuckling darkly, he turns your face sharply to the side, meeting your gaze directly for the first time. Sukuna feels the mix of his pre and your juices pouring out of you, dripping down your bare thighs to soak his pants he had shimmed down in his rush to take you.

“Only a whore gets this wet being treated like this.” He lets your face fall back to the mirror when he feels your struggling, swapping to pin your arms to your back, using his other hand to position your hips so he was ramming into your g-spot with every thrust

“Stop struggling sweetheart.” Sukuna purrs. “The more you fight the longer you’ll keep my poor little brother waiting.”

Thinking of Yuji while being used like this pulls an animalistic groan from deep in your chest, your cunt clenching wildly around Sukuna’s length even thinking about him seeing you like this with his brother.

“You like that, princess? Want me to go get him so he can see who you really are?” The unhinged sparkle in his eyes frightens you slightly. “So you can tell him how badly you want to be fucked by a real man?”

“He’d never fill you like this... would never fuck you like you needed.” Sukuna rambles on, slandering his twin with every breath, every slamming thrust of his hips, giving you everything he has.

“I can tell,” A hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack, echoing around the bathroom, causing you to shriek. “This cunt was made to take my cock.”

You shake your head back and forth against the glass, eyes watering as you feel the coil in your stomach knot to a fever pitch, about to explode. “D-don’t want him to see- shit! Please n-no.”

“Then fucking cum, princess. Tell me how desperate you are for this cock.”

You come undone after a few more harsh trusts send electricity up your spine, causing you to collapse against the sink, wordlessly groaning out your orgasm despite his direct order. Your shuddering pussy pulls out the high Sukuna has been holding in. He sinks into you and stays, making sure to pump his seed as deep as physically possible.

Sukuna roughly smacks your oversensitive pussy as he pulls out, a trail of cum connecting his cock to your fucked out cunt. He pats your panties back in place to help hold in the cum he filled you up with, making sure none of it will go to waste.

“I think I’ll keep you as a pet.” His finger scoops up your slick trailing down your thigh, placing the soaked digit in his mouth. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted…”

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