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lipglossanon · 6 months

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Costumes!

dark stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, CNC, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk, costumed sex, slight nipple play, tit slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, slight ass play, calling reader his little wife 🤭, degradation, name calling, mommy kink

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Your friend Tiffany invites you to her house for the weekend and for once Leon says it’s okay to go (probably cause you asked while your mom was in the room). Unbeknownst to you, Tiffany is actually hosting a Halloween party. So that afternoon when she picks you up, she’s bubbling over with excitement.

You get to her house and any confusion from her happy demeanor on the car ride over clears up when seeing the huge group of people already milling around her house in costumes.

“Go to my room and change!” she giggles, pushing you towards the stairs, “I picked out a costume for you already!”

Feeling a little hesitant once you see the outright slutty costume, you decide to live a little and quickly change into it. Giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror, you adjust the plaid skirt with the white button up top that’s showing off your breasts. The school girl getup is a little played out, but you still think it looks cute.

Heading downstairs, you join Tiffany and the rest of her group of friends. She introduces everyone and before too long more people show up until you lose sight of Tiffany and the small gaggle of her friends. Feeling a little self conscious at the stares of the other people at the party, you slip away to the basement, thankful that no one else has come down here.

Making your way over, you grab a soda from the mini fridge down here, planning on just hiding out until the party dies down. Turning around, you jump to see a tall figure at the bottom of the stairs. You squint and can make out a plain white mask covering their face.

“H-hi,” you give them a half wave, “uh, there’s drinks if you want one?”

You hold up your can of soda, but they shake their head no, stepping further into the empty basement. You give them a weak smile and go to bypass them but they reach out to grab your arm.

Wincing, you try to pull away but it only causes them squeeze harder making you gasp.

“You’re hurting me,” you frown up at the masked face, “let go.”

They do let you go, only to grab your throat and drag you over to the couch in the corner. You drop the can of soda; luckily, it lands on the soft rug placed down in front of the couch, so it doesn’t just explode everywhere.

He shoves you down onto your knees before sitting on the couch in front of you, spreading his legs so you’re forced to kneel between them.

“Stop,” tears bead your waterline, “my dad’s going to kill you, I swear.”

This response gets a light chuckle from the masked man, but he only unbuckles his belt to unzip and unbutton his slacks, pulling his thick cock from his briefs. Your thighs clench together as you see a bead of precum drip from the uncut tip.

His hand reaches out to wind in your hair, clenching tightly and making you whimper at the pain. A familiar cologne hits your nose making your eyes flutter. Your nipples harden to stiff peaks that can be seen through your flimsy shirt.

“You should s-stop,” you whimper as he flicks across your hard nipples, “my daddy’s gonna be really mad.”

That earns hard pinches to each nipple until you’re arching into the rough treatment. He yanks your top down so your breasts are completely exposed. Still holding onto your hair with one hand, he uses the other to slap your breasts, making sure to catch your nipples with his fingertips.

“No,” you cry, tears slipping down your cheeks even as your flimsy panties fill with slick, “I don’t want this, stop, please.”

The man groans and slaps your tits even harder, constantly swapping sides until your skin stings and tingles. Your eyes keep dropping to his leaking cock, mouth watering at the thought of that fat weight on your tongue.

As if he reads your mind, he drags your head forward until your mouth hovers over his dick, using his other hand to grab the base to slap it against your cheek and lips. You try to turn your head but the firm grip he has keeps you rooted to the spot while he drags his leaking tip all over your mouth and chin.

He presses the tip against your lips but when you press them together to prevent him from going any further, he laughs at you, a low mean sound, and lets go of his cock to pinch your nose shut. Your hands have been balled up in your lap this entire time, but now you bring them up to push against his legs but he doesn’t budge.

You hold your breath as long as possible but once your lungs start to burn you gasp out and he shoves your mouth down on his cock. Whining, your wet eyes stare up at his blank mask as he knocks the tip of his fat dick against the back of your throat making you gag. The familiar taste of his skin and the tang of his precum makes your pussy throb.

With his free hand, he reaches up to push the mask up so his mouth is free. Leaning forward, he tugs you away from his dick and drools on the head before yanking you back down making you swallow his spit along with his cock.

A low moan slips past your lips as he does it again, your own tongue greedily lapping up the spit dripping down his length. Leaving the mask pushed up, your blurry eyes take in his pouty lips making your cunt clench around nothing. He thrusts up until his tip kisses the back of your throat making you cough and gag. Pulling away as you retch once, thick sloppy strings of saliva bridge between your panting mouth and his throbbing dick.

“Good girl,” he murmurs making you whine, tears running down your face, “such a nice tight throat.”

With simple praise dripping from his lips like honey, he doesn’t even have to guide you into taking his cock back into your mouth. He still keeps a grip on your hair, but now it’s only used to hold onto as you eagerly suck him off.

You try to keep your gaze trained on his half covered face, watching as he smirks down at you while his thick length fills your mouth. He keeps you sloppily sucking him off for what must be most of the party.

He bottoms out again and again until your gag reflex can’t take anymore, pulling away while coughing and retching, saliva and precum coating your lips and chin.

“I can’t,” you rasp out, “can’t take anymore.”

He tightens his grip in your hair again and pulls until you’re seated in his lap. His wet cock slides against your slippery panties, completely soaked through at the point. He flips up the hem of your short skirt and pushes the thin see through panties to the side.

“Daddy,” you whimper and he thrusts up into your sopping wet cunt.

He slaps his palm over your mouth as you scream from the sudden stretch. His hips thrust up as he pounds into your pussy without any buildup, making your hole spasm and clench around his fat dick.

“Think I wouldn’t find out,” he hisses in your ear, hand pulling your hair so hard it makes you cry, “I always know what my slutty girl is up to.”

“‘m sorry,” you whimper, “I swear I d-didn’t know, please daddy.”

“I know,” he chuckles meanly, “it’s why I didn’t just take you in front of all your little friends.”

You clench hard around him with a moan, “T-thank you, daddy.”

“You’re so welcome, baby. Knew you could be such a good girl.”

He groans, fucking up into your wet hole even harder, heavy balls slapping against your ass making your pussy drip everywhere. Using his free hand, he reaches around to grab a handful of your ass, helping guide you to bounce down on his dick.

“Work that cock,” he grunts, “have to make up for teasing daddy in that little costume.”

Moaning, you arch your back and swivel your hips down, riding his cock faster.

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” you pant, “promise I’ll be your good girl.”

“Yeah you will,” he grits out, spanking your ass hard, “once we’re finished here, I’m taking you home.”

An idea crosses your mind has excitement buzzing through your body, “Can we stay at a hotel, daddy?”

You feel his cock twitch and throb inside your pussy.

“Of course, baby,” he lets go of your hair to use both hands in grabbing your waist, “I’ll take you to a hotel, probably too late to go home anyway. Wouldn’t want to wake up your mom.”

Mewling, you bounce on his dick harder as Leon squeezes your hips. His cock grinds against your g-spot making your pussy clench around him tighter and tighter with every thrust.

“Now cream my cock so I can cum in your soft little pussy,” he growls out, “if you don’t, I’m gonna spank your hot wet cunt until you cry.”

“I’m so close,” you whisper, tears still dripping from your eyes, “daddy, I’m g’nna cum.”

He yanks you down onto his dick as he bullies up into your spasming hole. The tip bruises your cervix as he grinds his cock as deep as he can into your cunt. He reaches up and tugs your nipples causing you to squeeze around him, making the pleasure pain of his cock knocking into the entrance of your womb so much sharper.

With another rough grinding roll of his hips, you cum hard. Your body folds forward, nails scratching across his clothed chest as your pussy walls flutter and clench around his stiff cock. Biting your lip, you stifle the wail that wants to escape.

“Good girl,” he coos condescendingly at you, “daddy’s gonna give you his cum as a reward.”

You shudder, body still climaxing as he humps your spasming pussy until he’s spurting rope after rope of hot cum into your soaked cunt.

“Take it,” he hisses, hands gripping the fat of your hips so hard you’ll bruise, “fat little pussy always so hungry for my cum.”

You whine in agreement, hips trembling as your pussy milks his cock for every drop of his cum. Unsure of how long you sit there, Leon finally pulls out once he’s completely soft, cum and slick dripping slowly from your used pussy.

He snaps your panties back in place although they’re so thin you’re not sure they’ll even stop any mess from escaping. Leon helps you to stand and pulls your cellphone from his pocket.

“I’m texting your friend that you don’t feel good and called me to pick you up,” he says as he locks your phone and slips it back into his pocket, “your bag is already in my car so we can go.”

Feeling out of sorts, you nod and let him lead you through the house and out to his car parked behind the garage. He sets you down in the passenger seat and begins to buckle you in place; however, he glances down, nostrils flaring to see the mess sticking to your thighs. The next thing you know, he’s moving you to the backseat and ripping your panties off, so he can eat the cum out of your pussy.

“Daddy, someone could see,” you whisper.

“I don’t care,” he grunts, licking up the creamy slick coating your pussy lips.

His tongue licks a hot trail up to your swollen clit, suckling the sensitive bud until you’re rocking up into his mouth. Moving his mouth down, he thrusts his tongue into your pussy, shoving his face against your cunt until his nose is grinding against your clit.

It doesn’t take long to make you cream on his face, slick and cum coating his lower jaw completely. He pulls away with a wet schlick and spanks your puffy mound.

“Got the best little pussy, baby,” he grins at you, eyes dark and mean, “going to fill you up so good once we get to the room.”

Shakily, you raise up and Leon kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth making you moan to taste the mixture of his cum and your slick together. He pulls away and spanks your cunt again.

“Get in the front seat, the sooner we leave the better.”

Leon plays with your pussy on the drive over until you’re leaking slick all over his leather seats. Anytime you squirm or wiggle your hips, he pinches your thigh hard which only makes your cunt ache more from the sting. You’re a complete mess by the time he pulls up to the building.

At the hotel, he keeps his arm wrapped around you all the way up to the front desk. The clerk makes small talk, eyes wandering over your costume and messy face before quickly looking away.

Leon laughs as he jostles you against his side, “My wife had a little too much tonight.”

Your brain buzzes as your body goes rigid in his hold from the way Leon causally drops that remark. Eyes moving from the clerk to stare up at Leon, you know you must have a love struck look on your face.

The clerk laughs lightly as he hands him the room key, “It’s to be expected this time of year. Have a good night!”

His hand is a hot brand on your hip as he guides you into the elevator and up to your room. Once the door shuts, he grabs you and throws you down onto the bed.

He takes off his shirt as he stares down at you, “You’re in for a very long night, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen with trepidation and excitement as you watch Leon undress down to his briefs. When your shaky hands reach for the top of your costume, he reaches out lightning quick to smack your hand away.

“It stays on,” he sneers down at you, “you have to earn that privilege.”

You nod, sucking on your bottom lip to stop the noises you want to make.

He smiles at you, blue eyes empty and cold, “Just what am I doing to do with you, hmm?”

“I-I don’t know, daddy,” you whisper, chill bumps racing down your body as he traces his thumb across your bottom lip while he cups your jaw.

“Of course you don’t,” his voice croons in that condescending way that has your thighs pressing together, “you’re just a stupid slut who’s gagging for my dick.”

Exhaling a sharp whine, you part your bottom lip when he presses down on it with his thumb.

“On your knees,” he points to the space in front of him.

Moving from the bed, you kneel down right in front of him.

“Tongue out,” he demands, “and keep that mouth open.”

Hot arousal swoops through your belly as you do as he says, tongue lolling out past your lips as you open your jaw wider. He slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue until they’re coated in drool. When he pulls them out, strings of spit fall from your tongue to land on your chest.

He wipes his fingers off on your cheek with a click of his tongue, “Messy little girl.”

Exhaling a heavy breath from your open mouth, your eyes droop as he tucks the band of his briefs down underneath his balls. He strokes his heavy cock once, fingers tugging his foreskin away from the leaking tip.

“I’m going to cum all over your tongue,” he grits out, “give you a reason to be so messy.”

He angles his dick until the head kisses the tip of your tongue as he jerks himself off. Eyes crossing as you keep your gaze trained on his throbbing cock, your cunt drools as much as your mouth does, slick and spit both dripping to puddle onto the floor.

He grins down at you, “Were you surprised when I called you my little wife earlier?”

Humming in reply, you can’t say anything while keeping your mouth open, but you know your eyes are overly bright with excitement.

“Like it, don’t you?” he rumbles, voice as soft as silk in your ears, “it’s not enough you’re my little mommy, but now you want to be my little wife too?”

Your eyes slip closed as you whine breathily across the head of his cock. The tip leaks messily onto your tongue as he tightens his fist around his dick to stroke harder. Hands twisting in your lap, you have to push down the urge to reach up and grab his thighs.

“Show me your tits,” he grunts, the wet schlick schlick schlick of his hand making you rub your thighs together.

Blindly reaching up, you pull the thin top up, breasts spilling out since you’re not wearing a bra.

“There we go,” he groans, cock kicking against your tongue right before he shoots out his thick cum all over your mouth.

He pulls back, slowly jerking his dick as he spills more ropes of jizz across your face. Your hands clench into fists, cunt aching as you feel him paint your face with his hot sticky cum.

“Look so pretty,” he laughs meanly, slapping his cock down on your tongue, “swallow.”

You moan unabashedly as you swallow down what few spurts of cum landed in your mouth, grateful for the chance to let your tongue rest.

“Get up and bend over the bed,” he directs, stepping away from you.

Knees throbbing when you stand up, you weakly stumble to the bed and bend over, resting on your forearms. Leon steps up behind you, running his hot palms all down your back, moving your skirt up to cup your ass.

He spreads your cheeks and spits on your asshole, “Need to train this hole next, sweetheart.”

You gasp, half in shock and half in arousal, as he rubs his thumb over your wet rim. He leans over you, one arm braced next to your head as he cages you under his bulky body. His thumb keeps rubbing across your furled hole, teasingly dipping inside.

“That’s what a good wife does,” he murmurs in your ear, “she takes my cock into whatever hole I want to use.”

You whimper, fingers clenching onto the hotel sheets as he slowly sinks his thumb into your ass.

“D-daddy,” you try to relax around the strange intrusion.

“Shhh,” he bites your neck, “let me play with my wife’s tight little asshole.”

Shuddering, more slick leaks down your thighs, clit throbbing for attention as Leon teases the rim of your ass.

“‘I’ll be daddy’s good wife,” you whine, nipples tightening into hard buds as you utter those scandalous words.

“Good girl,” he nips your ear, “daddy’s gonna eat this cute little hole next time, but for now I’m gonna stretch out your needy pussy.”

Squirming, you mewl weakly when he rocks his thickening cock against your sopping wet cunt. He moves both hands down to grip the fat of your hips as he continues to grind against your slit.

Guiding his tip into your pussy, he slides all the way into your hole until his cock’s completely sheathed in your wet heat. Without letting you enjoy the feeling of fullness, Leon’s pulling out until the head is spreading you open before thrusting completely back into your cunt.

His hips smack against your ass, the sound of your skin clapping together making you hot with embarrassment. Hand slapping across your ass, you squeal and clench down on him harder.

“What? You don’t want to be loud?” he mocks, “thought you were trying to be good?”

“I am,” you keen high in your throat, “I’m a good girl.”

“Uh uh,” he slaps your ass again in the same spot making you arch away from the sting, “not my good girl but..?”

“Wife,” you cry out as he slips a hand down to spank your clit, “‘m daddy’s wife.”

He groans so low you almost miss it, but he humps into your pussy deep, cock kicking and throbbing as he fills out even more inside your fluttering walls.

“Yeah you are,” he growls, “gonna fuck my wife’s fat little pussy til I’m creaming her cunt.”

Back arching, you push your hips against his thrusts, loud noises spilling from your lips as his cock batters into your cervix. The pain kaleidoscopes into pleasure when he grinds harshly into your hole as he teases and flicks across your clit, his other hand slipping up to your chest to pull and tweak your nipples.

“Daddy, so much,” you drool into the bed, body being jostled forward with every thrust until you’re prone on your tummy as Leon drills into your squelching cunt.

“Messy pussy,” he bites your shoulder so hard your legs kick out, “squeezing me so good, little wife.”

“Yes, yes, wanna be so good,” you gasp out, pussy drooling all over Leon’s cock as it pistons in and out of your hole.

The shrill ring of a cellphone cuts through the atmosphere like a knife. Leon stills inside you before pulling completely out with a wet schlick.

“Noo,” you wail out in displeasure, making him spank your ass so hard you squeak.

“Hush,” his voice is harsh as he pulls his phone out of his pants pocket.

“Aww honey, it’s your mom,” he smiles at you, all wicked and sharp.

Swiping before bringing the phone up to his ear, he keeps his eyes locked with you as he answers, “Hello.”

Your body freezes up as Leon joins you on the bed again, slipping his cock inside your twitching cunt as you shove your face into the bed to stifle any sound. Barely listening to what Leon’s saying, you’re hoping against hope that your mom doesn’t notice what’s taking place on this side of the call.

“Work’s as busy as usual,” Leon lies through his teeth as he ruts his cock lazily into your pussy, “I know, but it’s not something I can just ignore.”

You clench down on him as he starts to really thrust his hips, cock bullying in and out of your fluttering pussy until you’re moaning and whining. The way he’s rocking into you makes your clit grind down into the bedspread perfectly. Leon fucking you as he talks to your mom riles you up in the worst way, slick gushing from your cunt.

“Oh that?” Leon chuckles as he drapes himself over your body, “that’s just some of my coworkers.”

As his hips rabbit hard against your own, you’re surprised at how brazen Leon is acting.

“Of course,” Leon coos into the phone and you clamp down on his cock at the tone before you realize it.

He drops his cell down onto the bed as he grunts against your hair, cock buried to the hilt in your pussy. You can distantly hear the tinny canned voice of your mom still on the line.

“Keep that up,” his smoky baritone has you pulsing around him, “fuck, feels so good in your fat little pussy.”

You keep tightening around him, orgasm on the cusp of overwhelming your body. His hand reaches up and he grabs his phone again.

“Sorry about that, someone came in. I’ll have to call you later.”

He hangs up and tosses his phone without hesitation, both hands gripping onto your waist as he jackhammers into your cunt.

“That’s it,” he chuckles, “you were about to cum all over your daddy’s big cock while he was on the phone with your mom, huh? What a slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you hiccup a whine as he rams against your g-spot with every thrust, “daddy’s slutty wife.”

“Goddamn,” he snarls, yanking your body into every powerful flex of his hips, “need to wife you up soon, baby. Keep you naked and ready for my cock 24/7.”

The idea makes your belly burn with arousal, that sharp coil tightening even more.

“Want it, wanna be daddy’s slutty free use wife,” you babble out, eyes rolling back as your cunt’s battered by Leon’s cock, “want to be daddy’s little mommy.”

“Fuck me,” he slaps your ass with a loud crack, his handprint lingering on your skin, “ready for me to dump my load in this sexy little pussy?”

“Want it, want it so bad,” you choke out, “please, pretty please.”

He wraps his hands around your neck, squeezing until you can’t breathe as he rails you into the bed. The mattress has been knocking into the wall so hard you’re sure the neighbors can hear as Leon rearranges your guts.

Yanking your hair is the last straw and your spine bows back as your climax sweeps over your body like a tidal wave. Your toes curl as your pussy gushes and pulses rhythmically around his thick cock.

“Mm yeah, milk me,” he groans, “I’m so close to filling you up.”

You cry out as he shoves your face down into the mattress while he uses your pussy for his own pleasure. He pounds into your cunt until you’re crying from overstimulation. With a low growl, he snaps his hips forward one final time. You moan as he stuffs your pussy with rope after rope of his hot sticky cum.

He grinds down against your ass as he spurts his thick jizz against your fluttering walls, pussy still milking him softly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, “gonna pull out and play with your stuffed pussy til you’re cumming again,” his voice darkens, “then we’ll take a shower so daddy can eat that cute little ass. Okay?”

You whimper but tiredly nuzzle into the bed, “Okay.”

He softly pets your hair, “Such a sweet girl.”

As you relax into his soft petting, you think to yourself you’ll probably pass out before making it to the shower, but that’s a worry for later.

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demonichikikomori · 2 years

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Snakes Whisper

Jamil Viper x Fem!Reader

Word Count (Ao3): 8.5k+

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Hellolololo!! It’s me!! Your local Devil!! ↜(╰ •ω<)╯ψ <3 This was a request from my beloved anon… I always had a thing for Jamil hypnotizing Reader, but also I frequent the DubCon tag pretty often... I'll be using this space for quick summaries as you prepare to read the story, that way you aren't going in totally blind. Also I've changed the title to match the name of his Unique Magic written in the JPN version... It has a certain appeal that I like...

SUMMARY:

You sent Grim away for a few days since you needed some good ol' fashion alone time! You see a very attractive looking photo of Jamil Viper and decide to add a like. But, almost as if you rubbed the lamp of legend, Jamil appeared like a genie in your inbox. He wants to come over. He appears on your door step and has something very important to tell you...

Tags: Jealousy/Hypnotism/Dub-Con

You laid in bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone in the darkness of your dorm room. Grim had been sent off on a ‘Boys Trip’ with Ace and Deuce. That was just code for he was starting to get on your nerves and you couldn’t take it anymore. So, you got your favorite two dummies to watch him for a few days in Heartslabyul while you enjoyed some alone time. And with them owing you so many favors after saving their asses they really had no choice but to do as you asked. You made it through your MagiCam feed seeing Vil trash a shady makeup brand, a video of Lilia skateboarding extremely well for a man his age, Cater and Trey wrapping rubber bands around a large watermelon, all the way down to Kalim posing on his flying carpet with a charming grin. He was midair, white locks tousled by the wind as he winked at the camera. Most of the people in his comments were girls telling him how handsome he was. And then you noticed Jamil’s username at the very top of the comment section. In fact, his comment was pinned by Kalim.

Stop being so stupid and get down.

You couldn’t help but snort at the response and rolled your eyes. You could practically hear Jamil’s voice echoing in your brain from how often you heard him nag his childhood friend. You decided to like his comment and respond as well.

Be nice!There was a reason so many girls and even guys fawned over Kalim Al-Asim. Not just because of his bottomless wallet, but because he didn’t scowl all the time. Because he was fun and lovable to be around. Jamil was the polar opposite and had a stick up his ass over every small thing. “Maybe if he was more like Kalim…” You muttered and your eyes widened as you caught yourself. Jamil acting cheerful and friendly like Kalim? Scarabia would become a winter wonderland the day that happened.

You pondered a moment before curiosity struck you. What does Jamil’s MagiCam account even look like? You hesitated and gathered the courage to tap on Jamil’s username and glanced through a few of his public pictures. There weren’t many, but you feasted your eyes on the few there were. A lot of them were taken by Kalim or had been set by a timer. One of them was Jamil doing a handstand in a red tank top, his hardened stomach exposed with the shine of sweat as he gave a sharp toothed smile to the camera. A video of him showing how he braided his golden charms into his hair. Slim, charcoal gray eyes were watching the camera with such intensity you would’ve thought he was staring at you directly. A collection of photos that Kalim had taken of Jamil during basketball practice and during the game he had recently. His back faced away from the camera as he lifted his jersey to get air flowing through the garment, exposing his toned body and strong back again, more sweat causing his golden brown skin to shine. A photo of him shooting a three point shot during a game against the Royal Swords Academy, his long ponytail was pinned into a bun, and the one after was Ace jumping onto him as they cheered. Jamil made a successful shot. The final photo in the collection was him and Floyd standing next to each other, the Leech twin had lifted Jamil’s jersey to show off his sweat slicken stomach with a large bruise forming right above his belly button while the tan skinned student flexed an arm with a tight smile.

The caption simply said: Ouch. Kalim was in the comments to clarify what happened in the final photo as you were as curious as the thousands of comments below.

One of the guys on the other team elbowed Jamil pretty hard, but that didn’t stop him!! He’s so much cooler when he does something he enjoys!!

Your heart was now fluttering through your chest as you continued the task of scrolling through Jamil’s account for more content. You couldn’t help the smile blooming on your face as you studied how he looked mid laugh, how he poked out his tongue when he was focusing. How his body language looked when he was relaxed. How handsome his side profile looked in his off guard photos. You stopped scrolling as your heart skipped a beat in realization: Were you crushing on Jamil? Jamil Viper, who played the role of Kalim’s stressed out babysitter/older brother figure? Jamil who has the powerful ability to hypnotize and control you if he so chooses at any given point in time?

It must be his unique spell after all. Yeah. He casted it on his account to make you feel like this. There’s no way you could like him that way. Sure you spoke here and there, but there was never any romantic chemistry between you.

Sitting beside him in class with your elbows brushing as he shared his collected notes with you, the soft and warm vanilla scent of his hair surrounding you and filling your senses as he leaned in. How he would gently scold you while marking what you got wrong during a study session between you Jamil and Kalim, but he would then explain it a different way each time until you understood. The way your skin was electrified when you came over to help for a dinner party, and his large hands would gently grip your waist and inch you aside so he could get around you, his long hair tickled your skin when he whispered a soft ‘excuse me’ into your ear.

Yep. Zero chemistry.

You went back to digging through his account, wiping the smile off of your face. You just want to get to know him a little better since he was such a reserved person outside of Kalim.

A photo of Jamil chewing the top of a straw flat with Kalim sitting beside him in a booth, two long red straws up his nose as he made a strange face.

A video of Jamil dancing with Kalim to a popular idol song challenge, you caught yourself only watching Jamil instead of the pair together and you swiped away out of embarrassment.

The next one left your mouth hanging open as you stared. It was Jamil taking a timed selfie with his arms crossed over his chest, his tongue stretched out of his mouth to show off… It’s very, very impressive length and very sharp canine teeth. By eyeballing along you guessed it was about four- No. Five inches long. Much longer than any tongue you’ve seen before.

You lingered a little too long as your eyes then studied his sharp gaze, confident and if you held your phone up just right it was like he was looking down at you. Right at the bottom you could see the tops of his knees, his legs parted to show his relaxed body language.

Like a king ready to command his servant.

You felt your face start to grow warm as you started chewing on your lower lip, eyes widening larger than dinner plates as you read the caption. “Is it long enough for you?”

It was as if you could hear Jamil growling it into your ear with a smirk on his face, his hands would be on your hips when he said it, and you instinctively squeezed your thighs together. Was he intending to take the photo in such a way? It was his most popular post and you couldn’t help but scroll through some of his many comments.

Daddy!! <3

Oh wow…

Do you have a girlfriend?

We must stay focused sisters.

At least you weren’t alone in your thought process. But you were scared to let Jamil know you were digging through his MagiCam account. So, you opted to look closer at the photo and its many details to burn the image and the power it held over you into your memory until the day you passed. You knew you would never see Jamil posing in such a way ever again. Stretching his warm, wet tongue out for you to dream about whenever you wanted. The way his eyes looked down on you as if to remind you of your place beneath him. A harsh reminder that a girl like you would never have the luxury of seeing exactly what the muscle was capable of doing to, and for you. Feeling the sticky sweat slicked skin of his against your bare body as he forced his tongue down your throat, tangling with yours and you would be left gasping for air. His strong hips rolling against yours and you would struggle to keep up with his rhythm. The warm and inviting smell of vanilla from his long silky hair, tickling your skin like lips peppering you in cheeky kisses. His deep voice rasping in your ear, whispering and moaning things you could only dream about. His sharp eyes would be silently judging your every sound and movement and he would punish you the moment he dictated that you weren’t up to standard.

You liked the photo.

You weren’t sure what carnal instinct overtook you in that moment as you snapped your opened mouth shut, but now there's a rolling tide of bashfulness. Why like this picture? Why not like any of the much more tame ones? Your eyes fell half lidded as the warmth between your legs became way more intense, and you were alone in the dorm for the night. You shyly slipped a hand between your legs and rubbed over the developing wet patch in your panties with a flushed face. You wanted to get off to the picture Jamil. Badly. But before you could get any more intimate with the photo on your screen, a notification appeared in your inbox. Your eyes were now filled with shock, your hand frozen in place. It was from Jamil.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach and you developed a conspiracy that maybe he saw that you liked his picture and was waiting for a chance to talk with you. He was able to see all the fleeting fantasies you just had about him and his long tongue and was getting ready to scold you the moment you opened his message. To tell you how filthy and slutty you were for getting turned on by an innocent photo of him. How you were a lonely pervert who would hop into his lap if he commanded you to, with or without his unique magic.

Or maybe he just wants to talk to you just because he noticed you were awake.

You hesitated to open the message and pulled your hand away. Whatever pent up desires you wanted to silently enact in the curls of your brain would have to wait. Instead you braced yourself for whatever the message may be. Your shoulders shrugged as your eyes scanned over the little gray text bubble. Your heart fluttered once more and the warmth quickly returned.

This is strange to ask. But can I come over? Now?

You stared at the message with your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head. Jamil wants to come over? Right now? He sent it a few seconds ago and you shot up in bed, looking yourself over in alarm. It was 9:35 at night. But whatever it was could be important, especially coming from Jamil.

Of course! It’s just me here, I’m watching a movie. What’s up?

You offered a casual white lie and tugged at the fabric of the oversized school shirt you wore. You sniffed at the fabric with knit brows. Your eyes never left the phone screen as you sucked air through your teeth. You needed to change, after a quick shower.

Grim isn’t there?

You read the message and felt your heart rate pick up, your stomach twisted and curled into anxiously excited knots. Grim isn’t here. Jamil is coming over. It’s dark out.

Nope! I sent him to hang out with Ace and Deuce for a few days!

You were scrambling around the room in search of a more appropriate set of pjs. Black velvet shorts and a white tight fitting short sleeve shirt to go with it. Not that you didn’t like wearing an oversized shirt with a mysterious stain on the collar. But that was while you were alone or around Grim and the ghosts passing by. It wasn’t for an unplanned male company who was capable of hypnotizing you with a single selfie.

Must be nice to ship him away, I might do the same with Kalim. I want to talk with you. I’ll be there soon. It won’t take long.

A small scream left your mouth as you sent a thumbs up emoji in response. You felt giddy as you grabbed your best smelling soaps and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You brushed your tongue and teeth as you lathered yourself in suds, thinking of what it could be that he was coming over to talk about? Maybe he’ll profess his burning love for you? As if. You washed your hair next, scrubbing at your scalp as your eyes were trained on the digital screen of your phone.

He would be here soon, and who knows if he borrowed the magic carpet? The thought sent you into a panicked frenzy as you rinsed your hair and jumped out of tub. After swiftly towel drying yourself off you entered your room and slipped into your shorts, tugging the white shirt over your head. There was an attempt to dry your hair with the towel as you looked yourself over in the standing mirror. You hadn’t noticed how sheer the shirt was until now, and the droplets of water dripping from your hair onto your chest weren’t helping either.

Your nipples were visible, clad only in a sheer white filter and you debated on how much time you had to find something else. But part of you wanted Jamil to see. Maybe he would make a much more interesting expression than his usual frown.

There was a loud knock from downstairs and you sprung into action as you checked your phone. Another message from Jamil.

Hey. I’m here.

You quickly rubbed the towel against your head one final time before throwing it over your mirror. Hoping your hair would dry faster, you ran down the wooden steps to let Jamil in. You whispered to yourself words of encouragement and took a deep breath as you tucked your phone into the waistband of your shorts. Unlocking the door and tugging it open you greeted the student standing before you.

Jamil was staring down at his phone as he stood on the porch, the moon covering him in a ghostly pale light. Charcoal gray eyes were the first to greet you as a soft ‘hey’ escaped his lips. Jamil’s long hair was braided and tied up in his usual ponytail, but it was held in place with a maroon colored scrunchie. Most likely gifted to him by his younger sister. He wore a dark red sweatshirt, black jogging sweats and his sandals with large golden scarabs on them. You quickly stepped out of the way to let Jamil into the dorm and his eyes remained trained on you and you noticed a rouge painting it’s way onto his cheeks. He must’ve noticed your top. Score!

“The TV is off.” He filled the silence and interrupted your silent victory. You spun on your heels to the small TV with a nervous laugh. Shit, you forgot to turn it on. “Oh! Yeah it’s a pretty crappy TV, it just shuts off on its own sometimes.” You made up an excuse but Jamil wasn’t buying it. “I see, anyways there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He cleared his throat while tucking his phone into the pocket of his sweats. “Sorry to come over so late, but it wasn’t something I could just talk about over text.” He explained and you straightened up. It must be something serious then, just as you thought. “Kalim has a crush on you, and plans to tell you tomorrow.” He announced.

“Huh?” You couldn’t help the sound that suddenly left your mouth as you stood there in shock. Kalim has a crush on you? And he’s planning to confess as well? You were close with Kalim as a friend, but you never felt anything romantic between you. He was very sweet but you didn’t feel the same way. “Did Kalim ask you to come and tell me this?” You asked, feeling guilt building up in your stomach knowing that you would reject him.

Hopefully Kalim would take it well, you would be known as a heartless monster for crushing the affections of someone so bubbly if he didn’t. “No, I’m telling you for personal reasons.” Your heart jumped in your chest.

‘Personal reasons?’ He took a step closer, tilting his head away from you with his lips pursed into a thin line. Your body felt frozen in place as your pulse picked up impossible speeds. What was he trying to say? ”You should reject Kalim tomorrow.” He stated firmly and snapped his head back at you. His eyes narrowed as his expression began to relax. You were stunned by the declaration as you locked eyes with Jamil. A smug smile curled onto his lips. “We locked eyes.” You were confused, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt a sudden weight applying pressure to the back of your skull. You pressed a hand against your temple as Jamil began to speak.

“The person reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer if you are asked. Obey if you are ordered.”

Your knees felt weak as they locked, the clothes hugging your body held you down like cinder blocks as Jamil stepped closer. The pressure was spreading from the back of your head all the way around to the front. As if a snake was constricting itself around your brain and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Snakes Whisper.” You straightened out immediately. Being trapped in your own unmoving body caused fear to electrify your veins. Jamil hypnotized you, but why? Was he afraid of your reaction? You stared straight ahead at Jamil who was now eyeing you up and down, cupping his chin with his pointer finger and thumb. He appeared proud of himself.

“You will reject him, won’t you?” His voice was filled with confidence as you remained unmoving. There was pressure applied in your neck as you nodded slowly. You could feel a bizarre tickle of static zipping through your brain as your mouth fell open. “Of course I will.” You were shocked by how easily Jamil was able to manipulate you into doing and saying what he wanted. Even when you were under his control months ago when he invited you to Scarabia during Winter Break, refusing to hear a no. That was a finger flick compared to the total manipulation you were under now. “You don’t love Kalim.” Jamil was getting closer now, herding you towards the old couch behind you.

“Kalim is troublesome, foolish, and too naive to ever properly take care of you in a relationship. You would be stuck with not only babysitting Grim, but your own ‘boyfriend’.” Your butt pressed against the soft piece of furniture, your heart racing in your chest as your breathing remained slow and steady. Jamil caged you against the couch with his long arms on either side of you. He was frowning and his eyebrows were furrowed, his expression was twisting into jealousy. “I’ve spent all my life in second place to Kalim, but not anymore. That idiot should have never told me his plans.” He sighed. “How cocky can he be? I really do hate him sometimes.” Jamil grumbled and his hands left the couch to hold onto your upper arms in a tight, yet reassuring grip.

You could smell the familiar scent of vanilla wafting off of him, your senses tingling as you could feel the pressure start to dissipate. The discomfort of the ‘snake’ uncoiling around your brain made tears prick at your eyes. The spell was starting to come undone. “He isn’t better than me in any way, and I don’t plan to lose to him on this.” He growled and leaned in, his head pressing against yours and your eyes met once more. The charcoal gray had flaming embers within and you could feel the excitement from earlier returning.

Jamil likes you. He likes you back.

“You will not accept Kalim’s confession.” Jamil whispered as his lips suddenly connected with yours. You felt your heart leap into your throat as his tongue pressed against your teeth, swiping over the bones and causing your face to flush. You gasped softly under your stolen breaths as Jamil’s grip on your arms tightened. “You will stay here, you’re feeling under the weather. Very under the weather. You will not attend any of your classes tomorrow.” He commanded softly and your head bobbed in agreement.

His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time as his teeth knocked against yours. You wanted to move your hands, you wanted to touch Jamil. You wanted to feel his heart under the palm of your hand. But all you had the power to do was twitch your fingers with need. Jamil closed more of the distance between you, his weight pressing down on you heavier than his spell.

Your bodies fit together like snug puzzle pieces as he pulled his head away, Jamil’s long tongue flicked out to swipe over your lower lip. “I’ll collect all of your notes for you. I can’t let you hear his confession. Not until you’ve heard mine.” He was breathless when he spoke and again, his grip on you became gentle. “I’ll confess when you aren’t hypnotized. But for now, I’ll just convince you that I’m the better partner.” He whispered and you could feel Jamil starting to harden. Your breath hitched as his hips rolled against you. “Well, I can convince your body at least.” He purred and tugged you away from the couch by your arms, leaving you to stand as he glanced at the door leading into the dorm. “Let’s go upstairs. The ghosts aren’t around are they?” He asked and you silently shook your head. The spell weakened by the second as you felt the need to squeeze your thighs together. Being hypnotized unwillingly was not how you expected your night to go. You thought you would’ve been happy just spending alone time with your phone and most dominant hand. But Jamil was here to prove you wrong.

“Walk up the stairs. Show me to your bedroom.” He commanded and your legs were moving on their own. The pressure was becoming lighter and lighter as your heavy limbs trekked up the wooden stairs. You listened to the sound of feet behind you, creaking against the wood as if it was anxious laughter of what was to come. Your legs started to slow as you made it to the top of the stairs feeling even lighter now as you stood in the dim hallway.

The only light source available was a thin strip of moonlight bleeding through a gap between drawn curtains. From the position of the moon, it acted as a blue arrow, pointing out the way to the master bedroom. You walked slowly with Jamil very close behind. His very presence and the feeling of sharp eyes watching you with such intensity, only excited you more. Being bossed around and having absolutely no control over yourself has awakened something deep inside of you. Something that you had no intention of talking about with anyone else ever.

You walked a tad faster and stopped before your bedroom door. You hesitated with your hand on the doorknob as Jamil stood behind you, waiting expectantly for you to let him in. Your heart drummed in your ears as you gripped the knob shakily. You were anxious now. Getting cold feet as some might say. You gulped as he leaned over you, his arms extended as he pressed his palms against the wooden door. “Open the door. Now.” The simple command whispered against the sensitive skin of your ear, almost causing you to crumble right where you stood.

You twisted the knob and entered the room, you prepared to turn and face Jamil, but you instead had to choke back a gasp as his finger looped itself into your shorts. He was pulling you towards the bed and you felt your face start to burn with realization. The innocent teasing you planned out has clearly backfired on you. There was nothing underneath the shorts or your sheer white top. And Jamil would see that very soon. “Undress.” He commanded and you felt your chest tighten.

Your hands moved at a snail's pace to the hem of your shirt. With what was left of the spell lingering you pulled the fabric of your thin top above your naval. Embarrassment stopped you from continuing. You began chewing on your lower lip and peeked over at Jamil through the corner of your eye. He removed his sweatshirt and was folding it up neatly, his sandals were already placed against the wall. The student was dressed only in a black tank top and his black jogger sweats.

You took in a sharp breath as Jamil sensed your eyes and turned to look at you. You snapped your head away and your hands yanked the shirt over your head. Your back faced him as you crumpled the shirt in your hands, knowing you were caught. The feeling of Jamil’s gaze burning into you made you flustered as you used your arms to fold against your chest. “What are you doing?” He mumbled and approached from behind.

Jamil yanked your arms away from your chest and pulled them up into the air. One of the hands clamped around your wrists as your arms were now held above your head. Jamil looked down at you with a soft hum. Your eyes met as you attempted to shy away from him. “Oh? The spell didn’t last long on you.” He muttered and his free hand slipped over your waist, causing you to whine as he held you firmly against his body. You could feel his erection rubbing against you as you shuddered from the cold air lapping over your sensitive nipples. “No matter. I still plan to convince you. Show you that I am far more superior to Kalim, you’ll turn your nose up at the thought of being with him.” His tone held promise as he pressed his lips against your throat. You flinched as the kiss melted into a sudden bite. “J-Jamil-” You whimpered and he sucked roughly on the spot.

“Hush.” He commanded, and you snapped your mouth shut. He licked over the bruising flesh and began to kiss over it, listening to the sounds you tried to swallow down and the way you struggled to control your breathing. His mouth gnawed and sucked at your throat, and Jamil watched with pride as your skin develop a purpling bruise. He laughed against your shoulder and pulled his hands away. You cupped a hand over the bruise and frowned, the blush on your face trickled up to your ears as Jamil crossed his arms over his chest. “Now kneel.” You were embarrassed by how quickly you sank to your knees before him.

Your eyes nervously wandered over his body with a burning desire that chewed at the warmth between your thighs. You met the student's gaze as he smiled down at you. His sharp gaze was pleased and you couldn’t help the feeling of your heart fluttering as you pulled your hand away from your neck. Your fingertips were stained with the clear saliva from Jamil’s tongue. “Good girl. Maybe the spell hasn’t entirely worn off just yet.” He hummed and slipped a hand against the back of your head, massaging your scalp gently with the tips of his fingers as you squeezed your thighs together.

A soft whine slipped through your parted lips as the sopping wet crotch of your shorts became soaked with your arousal. “Or maybe,” He whispered and used his other hand to nudge his sweatpants down his thighs. Your eyes widened as you looked before you. Jamil has gifted you with the mouth-watering sight of his exposed cock. Long, thick, and bobbing with impatience for your attention. “Maybe you’re just as hungry for me as I am for you.” He stroked it slowly, the tip held a bead of precum as he slipped it through his palm. Smearing the salty fluid to make the stroking much smoother, and even a little faster. You felt a trickle of drool slip down your chin as you watched with bulging eyes and a fire in your stomach that burned more and more. It was so much bigger than his tongue.

The full smut will be on Ao3!! I hope you enjoyed reading because I enjoyed writing. <3 <3 <3

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icemavschild · 2 years

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Seeking Solace » Val Kilmer x Fem!Reader.

Pairing: Val Kilmer x Cruise!Reader

Summary: Val seeks out a friend during a rough time in his life. Y/N doesn’t turn him away.

Warnings: age gap smut, smut 18+, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: this was actually quite fun to write.

MASTERLIST

“Hi.” Val’s voice broke and his eyes showed the obvious tears he’d shed. Y/N couldn’t understand why he was at her door, or why he thought of her first. But she couldn’t leave him standing out in the open as broken as he was.

He was currently sat at her kitchen island, hands nursing an untouched cup of herbal tea, he was fidgeting and his breathing had settled down from its panicked pace 5 minutes earlier.

“She sent me the papers while I was on set.” The humourless laugh that followed was what caused Y/N to turn around, her eyes pitying him even if she didn’t want to.

“She’s a bitch then.” It was the first time Y/N had spoken, other than a quiet ‘come in’ 5 minutes earlier.

Val gave a huff, trying to laugh, but just shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry for crashing but—”

“Val, stop, it’s okay.” Y/N stopped the man from apologising. Sure she was confused by his presence but certainly wasn’t going to make him leave.

“Thank you.” Val’s voice broke and tears welled in his eyes. “I didn’t know where else to go.” A tear spilled over his eye and soon he was crying gently and failing to keep his sobs quiet. “She wants full custody with visitation control.”

“Fuck her!” Y/N exclaimed angrily, her eyes widening. “Sorry.”

“No, no. Fuck her.” Val assured, “I just hope it doesn’t turn out that way.” Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Let me show you the guest room.”

Val stood up and followed behind Y/N, his eyes looking at the walls and assessing all the design, photographs and movie poster. One particular photograph catching his eye.

“Is that our movie poster?” Val asked not even trying to hide his surprise. A small smirk on his face.

“Yeah, it was my first lead role.” Y/N paused, gazing adoringly at the poster, “it’s my favourite.”

Val smiled warmly at the woman before him, his fingers tracing over said poster when they walk further down the hallway.

Y/N stopped in front of a door, opening it and allowing him to enter first.

“It’s not much, but it’s all I’ve got.” The insecurity in her voice was evident, the woman fidgeting with her hands. “It’s not what you’re probably used to but—”

“Y/N, it’s fine.” It was his turn to cut her off, a smile tugging at his lips. A smile that Y/N adored and thought about a lot since their movie. “If you really feel bad, I could use some whiskey.”

Y/N chuckled and turned toward the man completely.

“Of course, let’s go to the kitchen.”

Val made an almost cheering sound, not sarcastic, but not genuine. It was filled with humour, a type of humour Y/N hadn’t heard since she was 19.

•••

The two sat in the lounge, laughing about something stupid when it happened. An almost featherlight kiss was placed onto their lips when the feeling of humour fell away to a comfortable silence.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, her cheeks turning red for a moment, Val’s eyes were still closed. A deep breath was heard before Y/N jaw was grabbed and was suddenly kissing him again.

The noise that escaped her lips had a smirk on Val’s face in an instant, his tongue swiping against her bottom lip, her mouth quickly granting him permission and the kiss deepened.

His lips slowly trailed against her jaw until his lips were against her neck. A small whimper escaping her lips.

“Val, are you sure?” Y/N’s voice was timid, altered by arousal.

“Don’t talk, just go along with it.” Val answered, Y/N completely taking his advice and moaning a little louder when he bit her neck gently.

She pushed him back gently, his eyes showing confusion. Though, it turned into a lustful smile when she crawled into his lap and began to kiss down his neck, beginning to grind against his growing erection.

“Just…uh…so you know.” Val gave a grunt and placed his hands on her hips to increase her movements, “it’s been a while.”

“Don’t worry, me too.” Y/N panted and quickly placed a kiss to his lips before removing herself from his lap and smirking at his whine of protest.

Y/N gave a quick tug to his shirt, Val quickly shedding the clothing and watching her face freeze. He felt insecure for a moment. He knew he wasn’t as fit as he was 10 years ago.

Y/N lent forward and kiss his collarbone, then trailed further down before making quick work of his pants.

“You don’t have to.” Val tried to offer her a way out, not knowing if she was okay with this, she was still young compared to him.

“Oh, I want to.” Y/N breathed out, conviction and pure lust clouding her eyes and thickening her voice.

Val moaned out, lifting his hips to allow her to pull down his boxers. Keeping his head up as to avoid feeling insecure when looking down at her. But his head quickly snapped down when she licked up his length. The loudest moan releasing from his lips.

“Aw, baby.” He breathed out, hand tangling in her hair before removing it quickly. Her response was to grab ahold of his hand and place it back into her hair, deciding that that was the moment she’d wrap her lips around his head and sink down to the base, letting him into her throat. The lack of a gag almost sending him to orgasm.

“Fuck, need you sweetheart.” And so, Val hesitantly made her release him and pulled her into his lap and lifting himself up and walking toward the hallway. “Taking you to the guest, it’s the only room I know.”

Y/N laughed out loud, Val enjoying the sound and lightly tapped her clothed bottom. Deciding that he’d strip her himself, slowly and surely. Make a show of it, calm himself down, bring himself away from the edge he could still feel in his cock.

He threw her on the bed and smirked down at her. “Strip baby, but leave your panties.”

Y/N got to work of her clothes and smiled at Val when she finally reached her bra, slowing down and teasing him with the strip. Val moaning out once he could see her pebbled nipples.

He quickly climbed onto the bed and pulled her panties down aggressively. His hands bringing her hips to his.

When he sank into her, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Her pussy was still young, still tight.

“Fuck baby, fuck.” Val moaned out, starting to move his hips rough and fast, applying pressure to her clit. Hoping maybe he could bring her to orgasm before himself.

Y/N moaned out loudly, the pleasure rising quickly. Her hips beginning to move along with his thrusts, the circular movements making her crawl higher and higher, almost reaching that edge.

All that hope went out the window when he felt himself spill into her, his eyes widening.

“No, no, no, no.” He repeated over and over again, trying to keep it going but failing to do so. He was done and he hated himself for it.

She was just telling him how no one had made her orgasm before, he was not about to be put on that list.

With a grunt of determination, Val removed himself and lowered down to her pussy and dove in without hesitation, the moan that followed made him smirk.

Y/N smiled to herself, knowing that he was taking care of her pleasure meant the world to her. No one had done that before.

Than again, none of those men were experienced men in their 30s, Val knew how to pleasure a woman. And he was determined to bringing her to climax.

“Fuck, Val, please don’t stop baby.” Y/N moaned out, trying to move her hips but they were just held down. One of his hands removing themselves and two fingers easing into her, the reaction was more than sexy in Val’s opinion. Y/N had her head thrown back and her breathing was becoming laboured. By the spontaneous clenching of her walls around his fingers he could tell she was close to orgasm.

Y/N screamed when she hit that edge, an edge that not even her own fingers could bring her. And suddenly she was falling over it and her screams became louder and she wanted to rip her own hair out with how good it felt.

So instead she found solace in gripping Val’s hair, his fingers and tongue slowing to ease her down from her high.

“Fuck.” She breathed out after he pulled away, Val agreeing and climbing up behind her, the two falling into a deep secret.

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A/N: Here’s Pt.2

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blueparadis · 4 months

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when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

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suguruplsr · 1 month

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i feel like a small kink-that-isn’t-such-a-kink-but-i’m-calling-it-a-kink that kento has is watching you squirm from overstimulation.

specifically your hands during sex.

“move ‘em.” kento grits out, voice shaky as he fucks you from behind. you whine at his command, ignoring it and holding onto the blanket underneath you just a bit tighter. he watches how your fingers crunch the fluffy fabric, body trembling once he gives you a thrust that rubs your g-spot. you mewl, head falling onto the bed with a force on the back of it. his larger hand slides from your head down to your chin, turning it sideways against the bed. “what did i say sweetheart?” he mumbles, halting his movement. his soaked cock stays full into you, wet and sticky cum mushed around where you two meet. you whimper, trying to push back. his tip nudges where you need him, but your wanton moan is greeted with a spank of your ass.

“you’re not listening, hm?” kento quips, rubbing your hot ass cheek and leaning down. your back further arches, “s-sorry, just..” you try to explain yourself, but the teetering moans leaving you as his dick rocks into you do you no justice. “my baby’s so needy..” kento smiles, kissing the side of your cheek, his peppered kisses going down below your jaw, a slick of wetness in its wake. “c’mon sweetie, let go f’me.” he coos in your ear, fresh regal cologne filling your senses. you purse your lips, following his words obediently and letting your hands relax. you didn’t even realize how hard you had clutched onto the bed, hands aching a bit and fingers red.

swiftly, your face is turned straight into the blanket, hands pulled behind you and wrists locked by just one of your lover’s hands. without words, kento begins pounding your cunt how your need it, loud squelches and sounds of the mess that you two have made. your whines and moans fill kento’s head, his eyes stuck on how your ass jiggles with each thrust into you. the skin slowly brightening with juices that leave your soaping pussy. however, his view trails up, feeling your wiggling fingers scratch at his hand. god, you’re so cute. even if he can’t see your lewd expressions, he just knows you’re losing every bit of sobriety you had left, letting yourself go dumb on his cock. your fingers stretch before digging into his skin, but with the thick head of his cock angling just too good, they widen again, matching the sound of your higher moans. “please! please! please— make me cum!” your words rip through you, sobbing and shaking. kento groans, he can get used to studying you like this..

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omg, i loveeee all your drew fics, and i was wondering if you could write a smut about drew wanting to go down on you in the bathroom while they’re at a restaurant? 🤭

Thank you baby, this is for you 🤍

Bathroom

Warnings: smut!

Drew has had to hold himself back as you subtly beg him for attention on the uber ride to the restaurant. Brooke is seated next to the two of you, taking photos and videos of all of her already drunk friends in the car. With three tequila shots down, your hands instinctively slide up and down Drew’s thighs as you lean in and whisper dirty things into his ear, telling him how badly you want him, how badly you want him to do things to you.

He can’t help but smile to himself at each dirty comment and the way you touch him so confidently. As the car full of people arrive at the restaurant, Drew takes your hands in his and pulls your body against his to keep you steady.

“You know how much I love you, baby…” He says with an innocent smile as his eyes trail down the front of your dress, gaze lingering on your cleavage for a moment.

Your breath is slightly heavy as you look up at him through your mascara coated eyelashes, “I do know that.” your gaze already drunk with desire as you wet your lips with your tongue, leaning further into Drews side as the group walks into the restaurant.

His lips press against your cheek as he smiles lovingly at you. You can feel the heat in your body as Drew holds onto your waist with his large hands, making sure you don’t stumble over your own feet as he leads you into the secluded area of the restaurant for the party.

The night had only just begun, and majority of the party were already in drinking mode, downing shots, or casually sipping on a cocktail. But you’re beginning to feel extremely clingy and needy when it comes to Drew, dragging him onto the dancefloor that’s filled with your mutual friends. Drew’s holding you close as you dance with him, your hands in the air as you smile and sing along to the various songs playing.

“holy shit, I’m feeling it babe!” you yell out to Drew, your head feeling dizzy from the alcohol but your body feeling very hot for Drew, craving him more as the night goes on.

Drew takes your hand and spins you around, grabbing your hips and bringing your ass against his crotch. “You are just so perfect.” He whispers into your ear, his soft lips brushing against your neck as he breathes against you.

You feel that familiar desire pool in your panties as you grind against Drew, desperately needing him in this moment as you dance together. “I need you so fucking badly… can’t wait…” Your head leans back onto his chest and you moan out, loudly enough for him to hear just how desperate you are.

You slowly pull away from Drew and begin walking in the direction of the bathroom, subtly looking back to your boyfriend and smirking at him, hoping he gets the hint.

Once you’ve been out of sight for a while, Drew makes his way to the bathroom, feeling pleased when he finds it empty. He spots you standing in front of the mirror and closes the door behind him, locking it before launching himself towards you, his lips instantly on your neck and you moan out.

His lips suck onto the warm skin of your neck, his teeth beginning to nibble at it as you grind your hips against his hardening cock, finding the friction you’ve been needing all night. Drew’s fingers find their way underneath your dress, kneading at your ass before pulling your panties down to your ankles and hoisting you up onto the sink. Almost instantly he’s on his knees and has his face buried in between your thighs, sucking against your sensitive clit.

His skilled movements send pleasurable jolts up your body, making you gasp and moan his name. Your legs and raised over his shoulders to give him better access to your dripping pussy.

“Oh god…” You moan out as his tongue trails up and down your wetness, teasing you with each kiss to your sensitive core. You harshly bite your lip as your head tips to the side to try and quiet yourself.

Drew was hungry. You could tell by the way his tongue would slide up and down in between your folds and the tip of his tongue would circle your clit before bringing his whole mouth down onto the sensitive bud, sucking you so severely that your hips buck up into his face, covering him in more of your slick.

Your moans echo through the small bathroom, bouncing off the tiled walls and filling Drews ears with your sweet sounds.

“Quiet, baby.” He growls, hot breath on your thigh, tongue immediately darting into your entrance after his warning.

You feel it. You feel that warm, bubbly feeling boiling in your stomach, that coil bending, ready to snap and bring you so much needed pleasure. “I’m so close… Holy shit.” You whisper, bringing one hand up to cover your mouth as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

Drew moans against you, his tongue slowing down and driving you insane from the slow pace.

“Don’t stop.” You whimper out harshly, dropping your hand from your face down to his head, lacing your fingers through his hair to keep his face in between your thighs. He loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, pulling him deeper into your heat. He can’t get enough of you and the way you taste.

“Come on, baby,” he groans, feeling his pants tighten just from this risky act, loving the way you moan and shake against him as his tongue pleasures you.

The sensation overloads you, your stomach tighten before you release. Your whole-body jerks, hips rolling up onto his face, his nose nudging your stimulated clit as you reach your climax. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath, head spinning while you come down from your high. You can feel Drews large hands caressing your thighs, pressing soft kisses to your skin as he eases you into a calm state.

“That’s it, baby.” He coos as he watches you try to calm your heavy and labored breathing. Your head rests against the cool bathroom tiles as Drew cleans you up and helping you come down from that immense finish.

You blink up at your boyfriend as his hands trail down your bare legs to your ankles, pulling your panties back up and helping you off of the sink.

“Felt so fucking good.” You murmur, leaning up and kissing Drew on the lips. Tasting your own finish on his tongue. Drew returns the kiss, tongues dancing as he relishes in the taste of you. His other hand slides up her pine, tracing softly over her clothed skin.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that, baby.” He smiles and kisses you again.

Your senses come back to you, and the loud music from outside the bathroom walls pumps back through your ears, reminding you of the party happening. You slide your hand down Drews bicep and lean into his ear, “I’ll make it up to you at home.” Your whispers have a teasing tone, finishing it off with a kiss and lick to his neck before you sneakily exit the bathroom.

“Better believe you will.” Drew growls as he watches you leave, eyes following your every move with a mix of desire and amusement playing on his face.

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R-18+; The King's Whore - Rewritten (Dom!Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Summary - Once, you had agreed to become the king's whore, however, it appears you have forgotten who you belong to.

Warnings - Smut, afab reader, female reader, degradation, language, swearing, male genatalia (Thorin), female genatalia (reader), being called a whore (a lot), being called good girl, the word arse being used (a lot), possessiveness, dom!Thorin (?), teasing, begging (reader), choking, spanking, slapping, slight impact play, clothes being torn (reader's gown), unprotected sex, semi-public sex, hand job (male receiving), oral sex (male receiving), not fingering but close (reader receiving), rough sex, creampie, mention of womb, Thorin growls(?), smut with a sprinkle of plot.

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person-ish

Word Count - 4,900+

A/N - I had the overwhelming urge to rewrite The King's Whore, but I feel like I might rewrite this rewrite in the future so...The King's Whore Re-Rewritten? I apologize for any grammar or anatomy errors, I had tried my best, there is a chance I didn't catch everything. I also apologize towards the end you can tell I started getting writer's block, but I really wanted to finish it! Pure smut under the cut!

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A shiver ran down your spine as the exposed flesh of your back sunk into the chilled stone behind you. "What in Mahal's name were you doing?!" The dwarven king spat, the question sounding like a hiss as his warm, calloused hand found its way around your bare neck.

"I was--" The grasp upon your neck suddenly tightened, forcing you to swallow down the excuse you were beginning to form. "You were what?" He scoffed, his muscular frame pressing into yours. The weight of his strong figure kept you pinned against the cold, smooth surface behind you, leaving you no room to escape from your furious dwarven lover.

"I was trying to be a good hostess--" "By entertaining the delusion of another man bedding you?!" The heat of his angered words fell upon the crook of your neck.

The rage-filled waves of his ocean eyes narrowed towards you, drying all saliva from your mouth as you attempted to swallow down the remnants of moisture that once filled it. Your lightly parched, soft lips fell open, opening and closing like a fish plucked straight from the sea.

The weight of your body leaned back against the cold stone wall behind you as you stood there helplessly, silently hoping that the plan you had set in motion would work.

"You know what I think of this, my whore?" The corners of his thin lips curved into a slight smirk as he tightened his hold on your neck. The warmth of his rough palm surrounded your sensitive skin as the other began to find its way inside your gown.

The smooth silk slid upwards, exposing more of your soft skin to the cold mountain air. The heat of the king's palm and enraged breath against your neck kept you from shivering from the bitter air's nip.

"I think you need a reminder of who you belong to." The silk gown now bunched up on your upper left thigh, nearly exposing your hip as you felt the glide of his rough, calloused on your exposed flesh. His thumb caressed the inner flesh of your left thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as the chill of the mountain air nipped against your exposed leg.

A nip that graced more sensitive regions as your angered lover tore the fabric with ease, exposing your entire front to the chill caress of the coldness within the air. Grazing against your exposed, bare cunt allowing it to further throb in desire.

"What if someone were to spot us?" The question left your lips in a choked gasp as you felt the tips of his rough fingers graze against your overly sensitive clit, trailing further down betwixt your legs and towards the entrance of your throbbing, needy core. Tracing the outline of the dampened hole as his hot, sharp breath fell against your shoulder.

"Then, you shall be a good hostess and provide some entertainment for their meal." He replies with a cold smirk, his words like an arctic breeze as the heat of his thick fingers continues to circle the entrance of your wet core.

The tips of his thick fingers grazed the entrance, a single one nearly slipping inside, teasing the drenched opening of your desperate, aching cunt, yet not sinking into your wetness.

An irritated sigh escaped your plump lips as you felt the pressure upon your neck ease, allowing the cold air to grace your lungs as the grasp now fell upon your hip. The desire to receive an ounce of pleasure from your dwarven lover rose with each fading moment. You attempted to ease these desires by sinking your weight upon his calloused finger, desiring nothing more than to be filled with his warmth in any form.

Yet, the desperate motion would not achieve fruition due to the sudden pierce of the dwarven king's fingernails dug into your flesh, causing you to jolt back into the cold stone wall behind you.

The king tsked as he shook his head, his thick fingers ceasing from tracing the entrance of your desperate cunt. Your dampened hole drooled with desire as you felt the heat of his palm hovering above the sensitive flesh between your legs, being so close yet so far away from giving you the pleasure you yearn for.

"Only good whores may fuck themselves with my hand, and yet," The heat of his words fell upon your lips as he leaned into you, the weight of his body pressing you further into the cold stones as his lips hovered a mere breath from your own. "you haven't been a good whore. Haven't you?" An irritated groan bubbled up in the back of your throat at the question, yet the sound never left your lips.

Instead, the sound which filled the relatively silent mountain halls was an all too familiar melody of loud thwacks of his harsh palm upon your cunt. The pleasurable sting of his palm coming down harshly against your desperate womanhood made your toes curl, each slap leaving a buzzing sting upon your sensitive flesh as you held your breath and waited for another one to knock the breath out of you in a gasp.

The skin upon your knuckles tightened, nearly revealing the sight of the bones beneath it as your fingers clenched around your thumb, palms growing as damp as the flesh of your inner thighs as you drank in every ounce of pain and pleasure the dwarven king was bestowing upon you.

Each cruel hit against your aching bundle of nerves was better than the last, your sensitive womanhood twitching with each sudden strike as you found yourself sinking deeper into the hypnotic harmony of your beloved's pleasurable punishment. The endless pool of pleasure was on the verge of overflowing, your body in a mindless loop of motion as it continued to jolt towards and away from the harsh strikes, droplets of pleasure beginning to spill over as a familiar tingle began to rise from the tips of your toes leaving you mere breaths from sinking into the pleasure and allowing it to flood over.

But, as quickly as the bitter-sweet pleasure came, it ceased. The harmonious thwacks that once led your gasps in the dance of pleasure ceased from the air, your gasps now dancing alone as you stood there, legs trembling, skin shimmering with sweat, and fingers clenched around your thumb in pure disbelief.

The weight of your lust began to weigh upon you as the ring of reality finally reached your ears, along with the pathetic whine that escaped from your plump lips.

"Why..." Your words clung in the back of your dried throat, yet the overflowing saliva within your mouth drowned it before it could reach your lips. Inhaling shakily, you swallowed your saliva and pride before speaking again. "Why did you stop?" The question left your pouting lips in a whine as your lustful, desperate gaze met his enraged one.

The corners of the king's lips threatened to rise in amusement, knowing that you had nearly forgotten what you had done to leave yourself at his mercy. Almost.

"Beg." His command made you tense against the wall, the size of your eyes widening to that of dinner plates as your gemstone gaze bore up into his stern ocean one. "I said beg, whore." The low hiss of his command made you sink your teeth into the flesh of your lower lip, your weight shifting from foot to foot as if attempting to bring his palm back onto your cunt, yet remaining unsuccessful as he kept his hand in place.

"Please, Your Highness," You breathed, watching as his cock stirred against the fabric restraint of his trousers. "I'll do anything you desire. Anything at all." The heat of your breath caressed his bearded face as you leaned up towards him, pressing the weight of your body into his just as he had done to you prior.

"Anything?" A thick brow raised at your offer, the curve of his lips turning into a mischievous smirk at the rare sight before him. You, his precious whore, were so desperate for him that you had been ready to do anything he commanded.

The blur of your head bobbing filled his view; the sight widened his smirk as he gazed upon your vulnerable, desperate form.

"Knees." He commanded, the grasp upon your hip disappearing as he stepped away from you. His gaze was stern as he watched you scramble to fall onto your knees before him as if you were a sinner prepared to plead for forgiveness. And how he planned to make you sin.

"Good whore." The king purred. His calloused hand encased your chin in a tight squeeze, his rough fingers dug into your cheeks, making your lips purse together as he brought your chin upwards. "Keep your eyes on me." He breathed, the smirk upon his lips never leaving as the once pure anger within his gaze began to spark with something else.

Lust.

A soft chuckle escaped from the back of his throat as he felt your face bob rapidly in his grasp, feeling how the flesh of your face began to heat in desire beneath his grasp and how your pulse rose in speed.

"Good girl." The low vibration of words caused your form to nearly tremble with desire, as you had yearned to hear that praise so desperately after all those sleepless nights you had spent alone.

The sudden swish of fabric falling upon the floor had reminded you that this was reality, not another late-night fantasy you conjured up beneath the heat of your sheets. The sight of your lover's throbbing cock springing free from the fabric which restrained it increased the wetness within your mouth and between your thighs as you stared at his manhood in all its glory.

"Open." The low command was listened to instantly as your plump lips fell open, his previous instructions now ignored as your gaze was upon his throbbing cock. The air thickened with desire as your mind began to wander.

Oh, the fun you would have if you were in charge. Hell, the things you would do if you weren't in a lustful trance staring at your lover's cock.

"Eyes." The command quickly pulled you back from the hold your lustful thoughts were beginning to have upon you. Your eyes darted up from his shaft and onto his cold gaze. "Be a good whore, and please me." Another command you were quick to follow, as your hands were quick to wrap around the throbbing flesh of his cock.

The halls soon filled with the familiar tune of his deep, breathy moans as your hands slid up and down his sensitive flesh.

"That's it." He breathed, a faint sheen of sweat glistening upon his forehead. "Just like that." His breathless words encouraged your movements to quicken. Your gaze remained upon his face as you watched the lids of his eyes flutter shut.

The weight of his head fell back slightly, a low groan of approval escaping his thin lips as his hips began to buck against your palms, guiding you in what pace to keep to pleasure your king.

"Mouth." He breathed, the lids of his eyes remaining closed as he halted the bucking of his hips into your grasp. "Put it in your mouth. Suck my cock, whore." He commanded breathlessly.

As quickly as he commanded it, you obliged. Sliding the throbbing tip of his cock into your mouth, earning a low moan of approval from your lover.

The taste of his cock filled your mouth, one you could only describe as odd but yours. It was bitter and salty, with a tang that made your eyes well with tears and your mouth water, and you couldn't get enough of it.

The corners of your lips dampened with escaping saliva as you began to bob your head at a steady speed, pushing his throbbing cock further inside of your warm, wet mouth as you continued to stroke what you could not fit.

"Fuck, that's it." He hissed in pleasure, hips bucking at the sensation of the damp heat surrounding his throbbing flesh.

His thick fingers grasped at the back of your head, halting you from any further movements as he began to thrust his cock into your mouth. The speed of his hips started slowly, allowing you a few moments to become acquainted with the taste and sensation before the pace of his hips quickened.

A low groan of pleasure rumbled from your lover's chest as his eyes opened. His gaze met yours as the speed of his hips quickened.

The sight of you taking his manhood left the king utterly entranced. How easily you took his throbbing manhood, the way it pushed your saliva out of your mouth and made it spill down your chin and throat with ease, and that desperate misted gaze you gave him was all too much.

A throaty growl escaped the king's lips as his limbs began to move on their own accord. The once loose grip upon the back of your head had tightened as he bobbed your head back and forth on your cock, his speed now ramming his cock into your mouth, making your hands move from his shaft and onto his lower abdomen as he began to fuck not only your mouth but your throat as well.

His harsh gaze remained on your face, feeling the vibrations of your gags upon his cock as your lips swallowed it whole. The wet, harmonious slap of his cock thrusting into your mouth echoed within your ears and throughout the empty halls.

The muscles within his lower abdomen began to tense, a sensation you felt beneath your soft palms signaling he was close. A lustful excitement roamed throughout your veins as you thought of him flooding your mouth with his seed, knowing he was much more agreeable with you shortly after he cums.

But, the warmth of his seed flooding the damp heat of your mouth never happened as he slowly pushed you off of his cock. The throbbing tip rested against your plump lips as you gasped for the sweet mountain air. A string of saliva and precum clung onto your lower lip and his cock, moving slightly with each uneven breath that left your lips.

"Up." The grasp he held upon your head eased. "Face the wall, legs wide." His breath was hot and uneven as he backed away from you, breaking the string that once connected your lips and his cock. "Now." The command made you scramble up from your knees, momentarily falling onto all fours before him before you quickly scrambled up to the wall.

Hands pressed firmly into the smooth stones, legs trembling with desire as they took a wide stance, allowing the cold air to grace your sensitive cunt once again.

"Such a good little whore." He hummed lowly, his rough hands gliding over your plump arse. "My good little whore." The heat of his breath fell upon the crook of your neck, the prickle of his beard against your sensitive skin making you shiver at the sensation and earning a soft giggle to slip through your lips.

Finally, you were getting what you yearned for.

"Please." You breathed, your back arching at his touch, pressing your arse further into his calloused palm. The only thing separating you from his full touch was the remaining fabric of your torn dress.

"My, my, needy today, are we?" Though you could not see it, you could hear the smile on his lips by how the taunt dripped with amusement.

"For you? Always, my king." While speaking, a needy whine slipped through your lips, making the words rise in pitch from the king's touch. His hands now roamed beneath your skirts, allowing you to feel his rough palm on your supple skin. A sensation you had craved for many nights, yet you craved the pleasurable thwack of his palm against your arse more.

A sensation you soon felt as his hand came down upon your arse, the sound echoing throughout the halls alongside the choked moan that fled from your plump lips. Your skin stinging from the sensation, and yet that sting only fueled the wetness to grow between your legs.

"Must you tease me?" The whine dripped with desire, not caring how pathetic it sounded as you continued to face the wall. Any care of how you may be perceived if one were to walk by had inched out of your mind, as your only care now was of the inches between the king's legs.

"Patience, my dear whore." The king's hands continued to explore your desperate form, gliding over each curve of your flesh. Each ounce of your flesh received a momentary hover of the king's hands, some ounces, in particular, receiving small circles before gliding over to the next mass of flesh. Admiring each scar and imperfection within his view as if you were a work of fine art, sculpted by the hands of the gods themselves.

An action which typically warmed your heart, knowing well how his grace adored your figure and the evidence of the life you had lived before and with him, but now was not the time you desired this gentle side of him. You needed him badly. You needed him now.

The weight of your figure shifted, your covered arse now pressed firmly against his throbbing cock as you slowly began to sway your hips from side to side, earning a groan of approval from the king at your attempt to sway him. "You know you want to." The low, sultry tone of your lust-filled voice caused his cock to twitch against the plump flesh of your arse.

"Oh?" The king chuckled, his hips beginning to move back and forth, allowing his cock to glide back and forth against your arse. "And what do I want if you are so clever?" As you opened your mouth to answer his inquiry, you felt the weight of your skirts hoist up, now resting upon the arch of your back.

"Go on, whore. Speak." The heat of his breath grazed the side of your face as his grasp fell upon your arse, grasping the round flesh in a tight, pleasurable manner. "I--" The words died upon your tongue as you felt the throbbing tip of his cock pressing against your soaked hole.

A soft moan escaped from your lips as his throbbing cock sank into your wetness. The stretch of your inner walls made your eyes loop upwards. "Shit, Thorin." The pulsation of his cock deep within you felt more heavenly than anything your fingers could ever imitate.

The rhythm of its pulsations was enough to leave you in a slight trance, your hips gently swaying in circles in sync with the beat of his cock. Though you could not see it, a pleased grin spread upon his lips at your mindless action. His hips bucked upwards, pushing the throbbing flesh deeper inside the soaked hole.

"Such a good little whore. Taking all of my cock so easily." The muttered praise against your neck sent a shiver down your spine, the prickle of his beard tickling against your neck as he nipped against it. The motion within his hips slowed, allowing you to adjust to the heavenly stretch within you.

The entirety of his length slowly slid out of you, stalling at each quarter inch until nothing but the swollen head remained inside of your entrance. His hot breath continued to caress the crook of your neck as he slid back inside to completion, just as slowly as he had pulled back.

The king's attempt to ease you back into the stretch of his cock soon failed, as you were quick to back your arse into his hips. Sinking onto the entirety of his length in one sudden motion. "Fuck." He groaned, the lids of his eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation of your soaked cunt grasped around his cock.

The warm glide of his palm roaming up the front of your body sent an eager shiver down your spine, an eagerness which paused for a moment as you felt the familiar warmth and pressure of his palm clasped around your neck.

Your eyes widened slightly at the gentle pressure, as the warmth that radiated off it soothed the faint marks he had left upon your neck mere moments ago. "Be a good whore and stay still." The harshness of his tone returned the smile your lips once held, the wetness of your core practically dripping around his manhood.

It was a tone you had heard once before, once where he had pulled out of you, leaving you desperate and yearning for more. The last time you two were together.

However, this time was different.

The melody of skin slapping against each other soon flooded the less-than-slight halls as the dwarven king thrust into your soaked cunt. Though the king was not mighty in height, his cock was far mightier than any would believe. It reached all the spots none before him could and stretched you in ways none after him would ever dream of. That is if there were to be any after him.

The sensation of his cock carving into your inner walls made your back arch, flesh bouncing with each sharp thrust of his majesty's cock, leaving the dwarven king in a trance.

The hand he once held upon the flesh of your hip moved to your lower abdomen, pushing down the small bump that would appear as his cock continued to carve itself inside of you. The slight pressure it gave you made the weight of your head fall back slightly, leaning against his shoulder as a choked moan escaped your lips. "Thorin." His name fell from your lips like a soft prayer, a plea for more pleasure. A plea he soon answered.

The sound of skin slapping against each other grew louder, catching within every ear that lingered near the halls alongside the shared moans that fell from the lips of you and your lover.

A familiar burn began to rise in the king's hips, the muscles of his lower abdomen beginning to clench as well, yet he paid it no mind as his thrusts grew sharper. Harder. Faster. Animalistic. As if he were a caged beast set free for mating season.

"So fucking wet, so fucking wet for me." He growled lowly into your ear, the thrust of his hips not easing as the squelch of your cunt echoed throughout the halls. The grasp you held upon the smooth walls slipped slightly as your nails attempted to claw at it. "All for you, Thorin." You choked out softly, your eyes looping up within your skull as your lips fell open.

"Who's pussy is this? Fucking say it." The king growled with each harsh thrust of his hips, adding a noticeable amount of added pressure upon your neck, ensuring you would remember who it belonged to. Who you belonged to.

"Yours." The word strained in the back of your throat. A familiar tingling began to rise from the tips of your toes and throughout your entire body, as if pure pleasurable static was roaming through your veins, as an all too familiar knot began to tie within your lower abdomen.

"What was that, whore? I couldn't hear you!" He hissed, sliding his hand down your abdomen before making harsh contact with your throbbing clit. The sudden impact made your body jolt forward as a whimper escaped your lips. "Yours! You own my pussy, Thorin!" You cried in pleasure; the knot within your stomach tensed as you sank into the mercy of his punishment.

The weight of his hand remained on your aching cunt as his hips continued to slam against your arse. His calloused thumb found its way onto your clit, circling upon the throbbing bundle of nerves as his animalistic thrusts refused to ease up on your aching pussy. The sweat of your palms made your hands glide down upon the cold walls, falling off them entirely as your exposed chest pressed against the smooth stone surface.

"Please, I can't--" The knot within your stomach began to strain, as edges started to fray as each rough, unhinged thrust of his throbbing cock reached that spot deep within you - beginning to overfill the pool of pleasure. "I can't." He snarled at your pathetic plea, the soothing circles of his thumb against your clit quickly replaced with the sting of another thwack against it, making you press yourself further into the wall. Arse pressed against Thorin's cock. "Then cum." He commanded.

And with that simple command, the knot within you snapped.

The pool of pleasure overflowed completely, drowning you in the sensation as hot tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. The familiar electric sensation you had nearly forgotten now roamed throughout your veins as the weight of your body sunk into the stone surface before you as the waves of pleasure pulled your sensitive body into the endless sea beneath it.

Yet, the king did not let up.

His mind was overwhelmed by his lust, his hips moving on their own accord, far more feral-like than before. Nostrils flared as he sunk further into his animalistic trance, growling in pleasure as your inner walls trembled around his cock.

"Mine. All mine!" He snarled. The grasp he held upon your left quickly removed as his sturdy arms wrapped around your waist tightly, keeping you in place as his hips slammed against your arse. Each thrust turned sloppier by the second as he fell further into the primal darkness of his lust. Low growls and snarls escaped his lips as the tension within his abdomen began to form once again.

The milking sensation of your inner walls fluttering and clenching around his cock encouraged him to keep moving, as the grasp your cunt held upon his cock, and in all aspects of his life, was one he never wished to lose.

The weight of his head tilted backward, and the grasp he held around your waist tightened further as his grunts came closer together as he unintentionally led you back down the sea of pleasure alongside him.

The familiar pleasurable static returned to your body as his name turned into a prayer upon your lips, both body and inner walls trembling in pleasure due to his cock. The sensation of your inner walls milking his now stilled cock earned a deep, guttural moan from the dwarven king.

The white ribbons of his seed flooded into your core, painting the depths of your womb as your hands found themselves upon his toned arms, grasping them tightly as you were drowned by another wave of pleasure at the overwhelming sensation. A soft hiss escaped Thorin's lips as he felt your nails sink into his arms, leaving new puncture wounds behind.

Ones which he could claim he had received during a battle - and silently hope that the stir of his cock from the memory of how they came to be would not give away the truth.

The pair of you remained in this position for a few moments. Your trembling bodies clung against one another as your nails remained in the king's toned flesh.

"Thank you." He muttered as he pressed a gentle kiss against the crook of your neck; the uneven air of his pants made your body shiver a bit as you panted alongside him. "Anytime, my king." The words left your lips in a breathy whisper, and the grip of his arm loosened, freeing the trapped skin from your nails as you sank into his grasp.

The brief tender moment you two shared eased the prior tension from the cold air, leaving a simple orgasmic peace in its wake. "Come, let us return to our chambers before our guests notice our absence." His tone was full of pure love as he pulled his softened cock out of your warm, cum-painted depths.

A soft, disappointed sigh escaped your lips at the sudden loss of stretch, wishing nothing more than to have it inside you for a few moments longer.

"If it were up to me, my king, we wouldn't return to our chambers till we had to crawl back." The soft mutter barely caught his ear, but when it did, he could not help but chuckle, especially as he watched you attempt to cover your exposed figure with the torn gown.

"Perhaps another day I shall make it so you have to crawl back to our chambers," The king spoke, as the sudden softness of his furs surrounded your exposed front, covering it from all eyes as he fixed the back of your gown. "but now I wish to make it hard for you to crawl out of our chambers tomorrow, let alone walk." The smugly grinning king pressed a kiss upon the side of your face before he hooked his arms under your legs and back with great ease, thanks to the strength of dwarves, hoisting you into his arms as you squeaked in surprise at his sudden actions.

"Come, now, whore." The soft clicks of his boots echoed throughout the halls as he carried you off. "We have much to discuss."

Since that day, the mountain halls rarely received any silence, especially near the king's quarters.

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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Moonlit Walk

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Subby Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, masturbation, dirty talk, pillow frottage, unprotected sex, creampie, mommy kink, spanking, Leon whining and begging

Not proofread ✌️ just a thought that wouldn’t leave my brain 🤭

title from Moonlit Walk by Purrple Cat 🐱

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His low moaning wakes you up.

Your parents brought you to some silly retreat for the family; you’re having to share bunk beds with Leon which is hilarious to you but it’s been so busy and the walls so thin that you’ve honestly collapsed into bed each night and passed out.

Now though, you’re wide awake staring at the springs above you as Leon whines and groans, wet noises loud in the quiet as he fucks his fist.

“Oh fuck yes,” he whimpers softly, “unh, fuck, mommy, please. Feels so good.”

You bite your lip as you listen to him jerk off.

“Wanna cum so bad, unh unh,” he whines, then you hear as he spits into his hand, moaning louder when he starts to stroke his cock.

“Yeah mommy want that pussy, want that perfect cunt,” the bed above you creaks as he humps up into the slick tunnel of his hand, “give it to me, give it to me, been such a good boy.”

Slick leaks into your panties as you listen to Leon mutter dirty talk under his breath.

“Noo,” he whimpers, going still in his bunk, “wanna drag it out, mommy, hate edging but fuck it feels so good.”

You quietly ease yourself out of the bottom bunk and step up on the bottom rung of the wooden ladder running up the side. Using Leon’s own noises to mask the slight creaks, you climb up until you can see his form splayed out on the mattress.

“What’re you up to, Leon?” you whisper with a laugh.

He jumps, trying to cover up with the blanket before you pull it away.

“Keep going,” you climb all the way up and lay down next to him, wrapping your leg around his thigh as you nuzzle into his neck.

“Wanna watch you play with that pretty cock,” you press a wet kiss into his neck, watching as his dick twitches and kicks in his hand.

“Fuck,” he gasps, slowly dragging his fist up and down his cock, thumb swiping across the head as he pulls the foreskin down in his strokes.

“Heard you moan for mommy,” you kiss across his neck, “is that who you need right now? Need mommy to make you cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, I do,” he whines, “need mommy so bad.”

“Poor baby,” you simper, kissing him on the shoulder, “I have an idea.”

You raise up and kneel next to his hip, patting his side.

“C’mon kneel for me and face the foot of the bed,” you shift as he moves around until he’s sitting on his haunches, watching you.

Grabbing one of the pillows, you place it in front of him.

“Hump that pillow, show me what a good boy you are,” you murmur.

He whimpers and shoves it between his thighs, widening his legs as he drags his leaky cock all over the soft pillow case.

“Ohh,” he whines, “like this mommy?”

“Sandwich your cock for me a little more, pretty boy,” you run your hands down his chest and tease his pink nipples until he’s bucking his hips like crazy.

“S’good, fuck,” he whispers, eyes watery as they watch you

“Yeah? Like your cute nipples pinched?” you grin as you tug them with your fingers.

“Uh huh,” he grinds his hips harder into the pillow, precum soaking the fabric, “making my cock leak.”

You bite your lip as you softly tease and twist his hard buds until he’s fucking the pillow harder and harder.

“How do you feel, little bro?”

“Want mommy’s pussy,” he pants, hands clasped around the pillow tightly, “wanna fuck my fat cock into your perfect cunt, cum all in you.”

“Keep talking,” your hands scratch a trail down his stomach to his balls, softly squeezing them in your palms.

“Unh, unh, fuck, mommy, please,” his head falls back with a keen, “wanna bury my cock in your fat pussy and cum, fill you up so good, over and over all night. Stay in bed all day and just rut my cock in your sexy fucking pussy until I can’t cum anymore.”

“So dirty,” you giggle as you tease and rub at his balls, “you know we can’t stay in here all day, so you’re just gonna have to cum all over this pillow for me.”

“Mommy,” he whimpers pathetically, “it’s not as nice as your cunt— your wet, tight mommy cunt.”

You shift until you’re pressed against Leon’s side, hands caressing his body softly, teasing across his abs and up his ribs.

“Be a good boy for your big sis,” you kiss his shoulder, hands squeezing his pecs, “and I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Oh thank you, thank you,” he chants, hips flexing as he thrusts into the pillow faster.

“Y’know little brother, I love watching my pretty boy fuck his makeshift fleshlight, like watching as he can’t help but want to cum all over himself,” you whisper against his skin, “so desperate.”

He whines so loud, you pinch his nipples.

“Hush, you’ll get us caught.”

“Ngh, fuck, can’t help it, feels too good,” he snaps his hips forward, making sloppy wet sounds as his cock drags through the sticky strings of precum clinging to the pillow, “just need you so bad, sis. Need my big sister’s pussy or ‘m gonna go crazy.”

You yank the pillow away from him and throw it into the floor. Shoving Leon down on his back, you straddle his lap, grabbing his cock with one hand to drag across the gusset of your drenched panties.

“Pull my panties to the side so I can sit on your fat cock, baby brother,” you coo down at him, watching with dilated eyes as he quickly follows your instruction.

You tap the drippy tip against your swollen clit before dragging it across your slit to press his head inside your slick hole.

“Please, I’ve been such a good boy, please, I’ll do anything,” he begs, blue eyes so needy as they stare up at you.

You slowly sink down on his cock, feeling as he stretches you out to the point you think you can’t take anymore, only to sink down even more. Leon’s hands grab your ass making you whine and grind down until he’s completely buried in your pussy, dick so fat and long it feels like he’s in your throat.

“Spank me, Leon,” you circle your hips without letting his cock pull out, “want you to be rough with me.”

“Y’sure?” his voice sounds wrecked and raspy.

“Mmm yeah, go on, spank me for teasing you earlier,” you bounce a little on his dick making him whimper.

One of his hands comes down with a loud smack, the sting making you clench down hard around his dick.

“Oh fuck yes,” he whines, spanking you even harder making you squeal and hump down on his cock.

He alternates hands as he slaps your ass, getting harder and harder until you fall forward, burying your face against his neck as you constantly whine and moan, pussy walls milking his cock as he fucks up into you.

“Leon, oh fuck, s’too much,” you whimper.

He doesn’t stop or even let up, “You deserve it, teach you a lesson in being such a tease.”

You moan, mouth open and drooling against his chest, grinding down on his cock.

“I do, fuck, give it to me, want you to spank me so good,” you mewl as he grabs your ass with both hands and squeezes, the hot skin sticking to his palms.

“Oh god, so good, yes, yes, ungh,” he sighs, bouncing you harder on his cock, “love my mommy so much, got the best pussy, takes my dick like she’s made for it.”

You moan and raise up to ride him faster, swiveling and grinding down onto his fat dick.

“Mmm yeah, make me take it, make me take that big fucking cock, little brother,” you lean back, placing your hands on his thighs to fuck down on him even faster.

He growls up at you and you feel as he pushes you up and off of his cock making you keen at the loss only for him to shove you down onto your back and plunge back into your soaking wet cunt.

“So good,” he kisses you sloppily, tongue licking into your mouth before pulling away, “gonna cum for you.”

“Do it, fill me up,” you tangle your hands in his hair and yank him back in for another messy kiss.

He grunts as you pull his hair again, hips snapping into your squelching pussy so hard, the bunk shakes.

“Mommy, fuck,” he gasps out, burying his cock deep into your spasming hole and pumping you full of hot cum.

He reaches down and rubs your clit until you clamp down around his dick, your own orgasm making your whole body shudder. His fingers continue to rub and flick your clit until you have to push them away, body shivering from overstimulation.

Slumping down onto your body, Leon kisses your neck.

“Sleepy now.”

You giggle and rub your hands down his back, “Me too.”

You feel his cock pulse and throb inside your walls as they softly milk him.

“Wanna stay like this, keep you plugged up,” he slurs, eyelashes tickling your skin as his eyes droop.

Arousal coils low in your belly but you tamp it down.

“Mmm for a little bit, but then I need to get a shower.”

“Kay,” he nuzzles further into your neck, letting his body weight sink down onto you so you’re pressed snug against the mattress.

His breath evens out as you pet his hair, your own eyes slowly drifting shut.

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demonichikikomori · 2 years

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Ace Trappola x Fem!Reader x Deuce Spade

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↜(╰ •ω•)╯ψ I'm here again!! I have been really into the thought of Ace and Deuce tag teaming against MC... Of course consensually!! Well, this one is dubious and involves a LOVE potion becoming a LUST potion from a project gone wrong in Ramshackle Dorm!! Oh dear... And of course, the full thing will be posted on my Ao3 account!! I hope you all enjoy <3 P.S More cunnilingus.

Annoying…

These two are so annoying!

Your class was split into groups and were assigned different potions to finish and bring to Potionology at the end of the week. You, Grim, Ace, and Deuce were assigned to make a Love Potion, of course, a temporary one. But, the only ones ACTUALLY working on it were you and Grim.

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade had suggested coming to the Ramshackle Dorm to work on your group project. The pair had claimed their own dorm was far too rowdy for such a delicate task, but it ended up being a far worse idea.

The pair were arguing about something pointless (once again) and you attempted to break them up (once again). But to your dismay, they elected to ignore you each time or ended up even more riled up than before.

Grim sighed from where he sat and looked up at you with a frown, his fluffy arms were crossed over his chest and his forked tail swished in annoyance. “Hey, they aren’t going to stop anytime soon are they?” He asked with a tilt of his head. You only shrugged while offering a defeated expression to Grim. “I don’t know what they’re yelling about now...” You spoke while carefully adding a lock of pink unicorn hair into a beaker filled with clear liquid. The pair remained trapped in a shouting match as you moved on to the next step without their help. They seemed to have however moved on to arguing about Ace eating an egg custard pudding belonging to Deuce and not replacing it.

Grim stood and stretched his little arms high above his head. “It says here we need more singing tulip petals.” He picked up the paper lined with instructions for your project off of the floor. He pointed a paw where it showed you needed to slice up the petals and toss them into your mixture. “I’ll go get some more from the school garden, have fun babysitting.” He smirked and darted towards the small cat door you had installed. Before you could offer any refusal Grim was already gone, leaving you with two big brats to deal with.

You bit your lip in frustration and started to open your mouth before Ace began yelling. “You’re the worst person to work with! The three of us are just going to work on this!” He snapped at Deuce and slid to your side, throwing his arms around your shoulders. “Tell’m! We don’t want you here idiot!” He barked as Deuce started to look more and more offended. “Says the pudding stealer! Tell Ace to leave! He’s just going to skip out on you and make you and Grim do all the work!” He warned with a pointed finger and you rolled your eyes. “Well, right now it really is me and Grim doing all the work. You two have spent the past hour shouting at each other.” You reminded them with a scowl and they suddenly looked at you with guilty expressions. “Right… Sorry.” Deuce apologized first as Ace frowned, giving you a small squeeze. “It’s Deuce’s fault anyways.” Ace mumbled and grabbed the instructions to look them over, freeing you from his grasp for only a moment.

Ace Trappola had always been the touchy-feely type among your fellow classmates, but him being that way has made it hard for any other guy to approach you. Ace was always there throwing himself around your shoulders, holding your hand on the way to class, he even waited for you outside of the only girl’s bathroom so you “wouldn’t feel lonely” on the way back to class. Your favorite moments were during basketball season, he was bringing you to all of his practices to show you off to the others… And during the games, you and Grim magically had front row seats each time. After scoring a basket he would look for you in the crowd with wide red eyes and an even wider smile. At half time, he would sit between your legs and drink from his water bottle, telling you about how much fun he was having or he needed you to fix his hair from his face… It made him seem like your boyfriend…

But that's not the case at all! He's only your friend!

Deuce moved across the floor to sit where Grim was previously. The blue haired student peeked over your shoulder to read the instructions with Ace quietly. His chin nestled into the crook of your neck and he hummed with interest. Each of his hands rested on the floor on either side of you, almost like he was caging you against Ace. “Let’s see where you two left off, I’ll try to keep up. Sorry for leaving you hanging.” Deuce assured and flashed you a small smile. His teal blue eyes left you hanging onto his words as if he sealed his promise with his innocent gaze. Your heart skipped a beat as you muttered a soft ‘thank you’ and turned away from him. Your face began to burn as you suddenly realized you were sandwiched between the duo. But you didn't really mind. You trusted them both… However…

Deuce Spade was another reason you had lacked a boyfriend throughout your entire school life thus far. If Ace wasn’t hanging off of you, Deuce was practically the bodyguard you never asked for… But didn't mind having. He was constantly looking out for your well-being and safety at Night Raven College. He understood that you were the only girl in an all-boys school, and being raised with only his mom. He offered to carry your heaviest books, walk you through the Hall of Mirrors and all the way back to your dorm when it got dark out. Even when a student you couldn’t remember the face of attempted to make moves on you, Deuce was there to save you from him. But your favorite moments were when he passed a test with a score higher than a D, he would race over with glittering eyes to you and give you a tight hug. Hoping you were as proud of him as he hoped. You could feel his muscles flexing under his uniform as he engulfed you in his embrace each time. Then, he would be showing you the grade he got with a wide smile smeared on his face. And you were sure you would never get tired of the feeling or sight…

And It made it seem like he was your boyfriend…

But you were just friends! Nothing more!

Besides, the duo probably didn’t view the situation the same way you did. Ace was always holding on to you because that’s how he is, Deuce watched over you because that’s how he is. You were invited to all of Ace’s games because you’re his friend. And Deuce came to excitedly show you he passed his test because you’re his friend. And that’s it. Nothing else.

You were snapped out of thought by the overwhelming stench of burning marshmallows. “Oops… Wait, did you already put the rose petals in?” Ace asked nervously, turning his head to look at you as he sucked through his teeth. Your eyes got big and Deuce hurriedly grabbed more ingredients. “I-It’s fine! We just have to even it all out! Right?!” He asked with a panicked tone and scooped up a handful of shredded lavender from a small wooden bowl. “Wait Deuce-” You reached out to stop him but it was already too late. As he threw the flowers in, the clear liquid began to bubble and foam. The duo eased you away from the project gone wrong while narrowing their eyes at one another. An argument broke out as you watched pink smoke ease out of the glass, and start to fill the dorm. The sweet smell transformed from burnt marshmallows to the smell of an exotic flower garden. It had a very pleasant smell! But maybe it was too pleasant… Your skin started growing hot and your head felt cloudy almost instantly.

You lolled your head over in Ace’s direction, noticing he had freed you to cover his mouth and nose with his hands. There was a rose colored rouge now bleeding across his cheeks and up his ears, proving his hands weren’t helping as much as he hoped. Deuce was having just as much trouble as he pressed a chilled hand against his forehead, leaning away from you as he began to loosen the tie on his school uniform. “Sh-Should I try to open the…?” You asked, feeling a weight on your shoulders weighing you down as you looked up at the window and lazily pointed your finger up at the glass. It was very difficult to open, sealed with paint, but if you could at least crack it open to clear the smoke, hopefully, that should bring you all back to reality. “I’ll help.” Deuce offered quickly. His teal gaze felt as if he was trying to burn holes through you.

Deuce has never looked at you with such an aggressive gaze before. But it didn't feel hostile… Must be the effects of the pink smoke.

“Ah… Thank you.” You murmured with a small smile as Ace began pouting. He wrapped his arms around you once more, his long slender fingers started fiddling with your tie. “Hey, what if I offer to help too? What do I get?” He asked with a joking tone paired with a playful frown. Deuce started scowling and reached out to flick Ace’s forehead. “This is serious, we don’t know what the effects might do to us if we breathe in the smoke for too long.” Deuce snapped as the blush spread to his ears. “You’re kinda cute when you’re mad.” Ace snickered as he pulled your tie away, discarding it behind himself. His hands rolled casually over your clothed breasts as he moved onto the few buttons of your uniform blazer.

Your heart was now pounding and you could feel heat pooling between your legs as you squeezed your thighs together. “Hey, Prefect, do you think Deuce is cute too?” He asked teasingly, his lips moving dangerously close to your ear. You could only gasp as Ace ran his tongue over the shell of cartilage, sliding a sneaky hand to pull at the buttons on your top. You could feel a heat pooling between your legs as your coat was unbuttoned with Ace’s skillful hands. “Hey, answer my question.” He scolded gently and kissed at the nape of your neck, causing you to flinch from the sensitive contact. “Well…” You ended up letting out another gasp at the feeling of teeth biting down on the soft skin with a thin film of sweat. You gasped, causing Deuce to flinch at the sight as his tie was discarded as well. The blue haired student sat up on his knees. His almond shaped eyes were stretched as wide as dinner plates as he attempted to look away from you and Ace. But his eyes kept darting back. “I’ll bite you harder if you stay quiet.” Ace warned playfully and you sheepishly nodded. “D… Deuce is pretty cute…” You whispered as your uniform shirt was now left unbuttoned. You were now exposed to Deuce’s teal colored stare, and you couldn’t help but notice his growing erection. His eyes widened in shock and his body was frozen as he rested his hands on the floor, inching closer to you and Ace.

This is getting dangerous.

Your face was flushed red as your brain was now clouded by the pink fog. “Well, if Deuce is cute, does that make me cute too?” He asked softly, continuing to nip and lick at your neck, tilting his head to occasionally kiss your throat. You only nodded, softly whining as your shirt was peeled from your body and discarded, along with your blazer. A moan escaped your lips this time as Ace gently bit down on your shoulder, licking over the spot with his tongue as his hands moved to your bra. “Say it then.” He spoke breathlessly and you swallowed softly, tilting your head away from Ace to expose your neck. Your arms shyly came up to hide your breasts from the teal eyes burning into your skin as you choked back a soft gasp. “You’re really cute too Ace…” You whispered as the red-headed boy laughed against your shoulder. “Thanks,” He pulled your bra off of your chest and discarded it next. “I think you’re cute too.” He purred as you squeezed your eyes shut, the heat flowing from your body was making you more and more disoriented. Drool began trailing down your chin as you began to spread your thighs, forgetting to cover your chest as hands eased down to your thighs. Your hands were moistened by the sweat dripping down your legs, caused by your newfound body temperature.

Cherry colored eyes were now locked on to Deuce who was still frozen from what he witnessed. “Hey, Deuce… If you plan to sit there then make yourself useful and get rid of the smoke before we go too far. But if you plan to have some fun,” Ace moved to sit with legs on either side of you as he slipped his hands under your knees. He pulled your legs so your uniform skirt slipped to expose your now soaked panties to Deuce’s starving gaze. “Get to it, lover boy.” Ace smirked and resumed kissing along the nape of your neck. You let out a sigh as you leaned back against Ace, dazed at him lifting your legs as you stared at Deuce, focusing on his form in front of you. “Is… Is that okay?” He asked you with a nervous tone, starting to unbutton his blazer and dress shirt with fumbling fingers.

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you were really okay with this… Or if it was just the love potion gone wrong.

The pair had been your friends for so long, they never seemed to show any intimate interest in you before, until now. But your body was practically burning for their attention at this point, and feeling Ace hardening against your lower back wasn’t making you feel like you needed to stop. It’s just Ace and Deuce. And besides…

You didn’t feel like you could trust anyone else on the entire campus to do this with you.

“I-It’s okay Deuce… Really. I don’t mind.” You offered a shy smile to the blue haired student which caused him to let out a soft sigh as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt. He was silent as his shirt was discarded and he reached out towards you, grabbing your thigh experimentally and giving it a soft squeeze. He swiped his tongue over his lower lip and swallowed, preparing himself for something mentally. Before you could decipher his expression you let out a squeak of surprise, feeling Ace pull your legs farther against your body so he could massage the mounds of flesh on your chest. A quiet whimper slipped out of your mouth as you jerked your hips towards Deuce. The friction on your chest was pleasant, now you needed some love between your legs. “Doin’ okay Loosey-Deucey? If you don’t snap out of it you’ll get left out.” Ace teased him and glanced over at you. “Right?” He whispered your name and you nodded unaware of what Ace actually said. You almost felt as if you were melting into putty between the two.

The only thing grounding you back to Twisted Wonderland was Ace pinching your nipple between his pointer and thumb. He let out a soft ‘ooh’ as a squeak trickled through your lips and into his ears. You shuddered in excitement, jerking your hips as Deuce reached to press two fingers against the wet patch of your panties. “You’re soaked down here…” The blue haired student spoke softly as his gaze became more and more intense. His teal eyes were setting each patch of skin he landed on ablaze. You could only swallow with excitement as you attempted to open your legs wider for Deuce, feeling his fings hook under the waistband of your panties as his eyes never looked away from you. For someone that was usually so anxious around girls, he was doing a pretty good job so far!

Deuce then leaned in, gently kissing the top of your head. “If… If it feels like I’m not doing a good job… Don’t hesitate to tell me.” He instructed as your eyes locked. “H… Huh?” Your mind was so cloudy you couldn’t process what he was talking about. The action of him kissing your head was so delicate you felt as if you were sent floating on clouds. You became aware of what Deucs meant as he was lowering himself, kissing along your stomach as your skirt was scrunched up and your panties were being pulled down your thighs, easing Ace’s arms out of the way to in order to remove the garment.

Oh. This changes things.

“W-Wait, Deuce, um… I haven’t showered today…” You spoke up shyly as your face began to burn, eyes watering and blurring your vision as you suddenly felt embarrassed. You planned to that night since Coach Vargas had you run ten laps around the field. You were definitely a little extra sweaty down there. “It’s fine.” He spoke firmly as his hands continued holding onto your thighs, his tongue slid slowly across your folds and you gasped. Your heart was now racing in your chest, so fast it might explode as you looked down. All you could see was the top of Deuce’s head. “It tastes really good.” He murmured against you, his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin between your thighs. “I like it. It's really good.” He purred as the tip of his tongue began flicking wildly over your clit.

Your head was spinning as you reached down to grip Deuce’s hair. Your other hand came up to your mouth as you began chewing on your thumb to keep any embarrassing sounds from coming out of you. You could hear Ace mumbling about something as he began grinding against your back.

“I wanna feel good too!” The red haired student whined and released your legs, sliding out from under you to lay you on your back. Your thighs clamped around Deuce’s skull the moment you felt his tongue slip inside of your wet walls. Within your gasps and whines filling the air there was the rustling of clothes from above and the sound of Ace unzipping his pants. You looked up to see Ace holding his penis in his hand, looking down at you with a flushed face and shy expression. “What? …It’s not gonna bite you.” He grumbled and laid the meat against your face. You pulled your thumb away and remained stunned with your back against the floor. Compared to Ace’s lanky figure, you didn’t expect this size from him. That must be why he’s so confident. “Taste test it if you’re nervous.” He instructed, tapping it against your cheek as your heart threatened to jump out of your chest. You shyly opened your mouth, letting out another quiet string of moans thanks to Deuce’s intense tongue work. The tip was slowly rubbed against your tongue as you awkwardly used a hand to feel over the skin. It was salty, but not unbearable. You were too drunk on lust to even notice the true intensity of the flavor.

You’ve seen the erotic videos of girls confidently handling more than one man, but doing it in person was much more difficult than you had initially thought. Ace let out a soft groan, feeling your hand slowly rub over the sensitive skin. Your tongue slipped out of your mouth as you continued softly moaning, licking over Ace’s tip and slowly stroking him while your other hand gave silent praises with the tugs to Deuce’s soft navy blue hair. This was not something you expected the three of you to end up doing today. Ace moaned and grabbed a fistful of your hair, his hips jerked erratically against your tongue as he let out a string of curses. “Sh… Shit…” He breathed out as his eyebrows knit together. “This is way better than I thought.” He grunted almost inaudibly. You felt your chest grow warm as he ‘Than he thought?’ Before you could ponder much longer you let out a soft scream as Deuce slipped his tongue inside, his nails digging into the thighs squeezing his head. Your back arched off of the floor and you pulled on his hair as if trying to get him closer along your grip around Ace. You managed to squeeze a moan out of him as he slipped his thumb into your mouth and pulled on your cheek. Your hips were shaking as he continued, feeling him groan against you from you pulling so roughly on his hair.

Ace let out soft groans as his hand wrapped around yours, easing you back into jerking him off as he chewed on his bottom lip, the smile on his face widened as his face was dyed entirely in red. “Seriously… Letting two guys use you like this. I bet you’ve been thinking about the three of us together since the day we met.” He teased quietly and began rolling his hips against your joined hands. The room was growing hotter and hotter as the scent of flowers flooded all of your senses. “W-wait, Deuce- Ah, Ace wa- I’m-” You struggled to string your words together to be coherent as Ace yanked on your hair, pulling your head up as his penis slipped into your mouth. His jerks were sloppy as he held you up like a rag doll, thrusting into the side of your cheek he plunged his thumb into with moans dancing out of him by the second. You could feel even more drool dripping down your chin as the muscles in your stomach began constricting, tighter and tighter. You needed to tell Deuce you were going to cum, but that was impossible with Ace mercilessly stuffing your mouth. Your eyes started rolling up into the back of your head as your thighs squeezed Deuce’s head one final time. You began shuddering around him as your juices flowed onto his tongue and he swiftly lapped them up. A firm hand gripped your hip as Deuce lapped over your folds one last time before he began patting your thigh as a way to get you to release him. You relaxed your legs, still throbbing from your orgasm as Deuce lifted his head and licked over his lips. He watched you both with red cheeks as Ace continued thrusting into the side of your cheek with airy moans. “Ace, seriously… Humping her face like a horny dog…” He scolded under his breath as the shorter man grit his teeth and scowled. “Shut the hell up, ugh, you gotta try it next.” He whined as his hips started to stutter. His thumb pulled away as he then wrapped his hands around your head. Ace forced you to remain still, pistoning in and out of your mouth with soft moans and gasps as your cheek rested against his hip. “G-Gonna… It feels super good… Too good…” He praised you quietly as his hips suddenly stopped and there was a thick salty fluid filling your mouth. Before you could pull away Ace pinched your nose tightly and held your head firmly in place. He looked down at you with narrowed eyes and parted lips, swollen from his teeth digging into them previously. “Swallow.”

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Trigger Finger Ready and Got Nowhere To Run To

Did you ever imagine your boyfriend would offer up your body to solve a yakuza dispute? No, but you aren't surprised.

✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors. ✧. ┊ ⁭yakuza!ryomen sukuna x f!reader x yakuza!toji fushiguro

Genre: filthy filthy porn with a plot Notes: biggest happy bday to the dilf of dilfs (and my husband of husbands), toji!! (++ sukuna bc they r both beefy n hot :3) Warnings: 18+, dub/noncon, mentions of violence/murder, toxic!relationship, free use ♡, manipulation, jealousy, fem!Uraume, degradation ♡, praise, no prep, oral fixation ♡, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking (hands + belt), slight breathplay, exhibitionism, spanking, dacryphilia ♡, dumbification, creampie(s), calls your pussy “she/her”, slight cucking, oral (m+f receiving), restraints, fingering ♡, pussy spanks, squirting ♡, multiple orgasms, double penetration!(one hole), brief anal mentioning, breeding ♡, belly bulge ♡, pet names (princess, brat, good girl, sweetheart). Words: 15.2k

You’re numb.

Only mentally, numb, to the word which you willingly leapt into. A world with bloodied rivers and bodies piled to the height of the highest mountains. None of it bothers you, not anymore.

Talks of murder and dismemberment barely reach your ears as you flip through the pages of your magazine. You aren’t sure why Sukuna insisted that you be here. He likes to show you off, you suppose. He likes to flaunt what he possesses, and his men never will.

“How much longer?” you whisper, eyes scanning the pages on the gossip mag in your hands. You’d rather be reading a copy of Vogue, but one of Sukuna’s idiotic subordinates picked up the wrong magazine in a hurry.

Actually… You haven’t seen him since.

“What have I told you?” your lover whispers back, he leans over to you. His head turns away from looking at the men in the room as the meeting goes on. But their boss sharing his attention with you rather than the subject at hand earns a few nosy onlookers watching you converse. “Be a brat in private, not here.”

You sigh, crossing one leg over the other as you carry on reading. Sukuna’s hand rests on your thigh before he scowls at the men who’d dare to look at him with an emotion other than fear in their eyes.

He stands up, staring down silently at everyone in the room. It even manages to get your attention. The dread he’s able to instill into his subordinates is more than just impressive to you. It’s exhilirating. Sukuna is a king, and not just to you. To his little brother sitting nearby as the meeting continues. To the subordinates he trusts and who hang on his every solitary breath. And to the public.

People know who you are, now.

You’re Sukuna’s girl.

You were nothing, until him.

He was quite fond of your big mouth and downright horrible attitude when you met. He liked that you didn’t know who he was, and you didn’t hold back when he accidentally bumped into you while shopping. You were wearing a white sundress that hugged every inch of your body, and the coffee in your hand turned the material murky and hideous.

The men surrounding him and ready to silence you for good weren’t even registered in your mind. You didn’t even notice they were there until the friend you were shopping with told you to shut up.

You insulted him, sure. But Sukuna was barely listening. He was too drawn to the way the liquid made your already tight dress cling and stick in all of the right places. Your decision to go braless became painfully obvious to anyone who’d dare let their eyeline drop to your chest.

He dismissed his men, earning a sigh of relief from you and your friend. You watched him carefully as he pulled out his wallet.

“I ruined your dress, huh? Let me buy you a new one, and a new coffee.” he told you. Your eyes bulged as you saw the fat wad of cash in his hand. He smirked, watching your hand hesitate back and forth as you were unsure whether to accept it.

Before him, you weren’t wealthy.

The opposite, really.

You were barely making ends meet and every penny you had was spent on living essentials and rent. The money he offered you was enough for more than that. He was handing you the option to live a little. But before you could take it, before you could fully grasp the bank notes in his hand, he flicked his wrist away.

“I want your number for the pleasure of this expensive meeting.” he grinned.

In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid to accept money from a yakuza man. It seemed like too good of an offer to turn down, though.

For the pleasure of knowing Sukuna and that chance meeting, there have been ups and downs. Everything you knew before Sukuna is your old life. You can’t remember the last time you saw those friends you had. You haven’t been back to your old apartment in over a year, though you know Sukuna still pays the rent on it.

It’s used for some kind of illegal activities, you’re sure. You don’t know why else he’d still pay for it otherwise.

Your old clothes weren’t good enough for you anymore. That’s how Sukuna felt. And with each extortionate purchase he made, you began to agree. You can no longer bear the thought of wearing some cheap, discounted item like you used to. Your entire wardrobe is designer, and you’re like a new woman.

If anyone from your past could see you now, they wouldn’t recognise you.

You don’t care, though. You’ve been poor and you’ve been miserable. What Sukuna gave you that day wasn’t just money, it was an opportunity to cast the old you aside. You’re glamorous, you’re taken care of.

But most importantly, you’re loved.

You’re an object, a doll for him to play with.

But he loves you.

It’s apparent in the way you are in private together. He can be so many things in so many ways. But you know that you are more loved by him than you’ve ever been in any other relationship. He loves you more than friends and family combined.

To Sukuna, you’re everything.

“Listen. Up.” he starts. You know he doesn’t mean you. He wouldn’t mind if you kept your nose buried in your tacky magazine for the entire day. And yet, you find yourself closing it and putting it down on the desk in front of you. Your sole focus is on him. “My wife and I have better things to be doing than sitting here listening to this shit. Figure out this territorial dispute, today, or I’m going to lose my patience.”

His wife.

Everyone’s eyes fall on you when he refers to you as such, and it takes every ounce of concentration and sheer will power to stop yourself from smiling. Your face remains straight and composed, but there are two men who know you enough to see through the façade.

Sukuna, and his brother.

The elder of the two looks down at you, only because he loves to see you squirm because of him. And he’s proud of you, oh so proud that you are well behaved and know that you should appear as strict as he is.

Yuuji, however, has to turn away so no one can see how much he wants to laugh. He’s always liked you; he likes that his brother likes you and he likes how nice you are when you warm up to people. People like him. He’s gotten to know you through being his brother’s second in command. If Sukuna can’t be by your side, Yuuji will be.

And he thinks it’s cute, really, how much you love his big brother. The big brother that most would see as nought more than a terrifying monster. A murderer and a fiend who can so easily ruin lives just because he feels like it.

Yuuji thinks it’s downright adorable.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when his big brother whistles. He watches as you hurriedly stuff your magazine back into your handbag and follow him to the exit. Yuuji follows, too, after his brother gives him a commanding look.

“You shouldn’t lie.” you mutter, leaving the room and walking by Sukuna’s side as Yuuji trails behind you both. Sukuna turns his head sideways so he can look down at you. His tattooed hands remain in his pants pockets as you approach the exit of the building. You keep looking forwards, though. And he smirks.

It’s a cute little pout he recognises.

“You are my wife.” he tells you. “Don’t be a brat because I haven’t proposed, how droll.”

You scoff, finally looking at him, your full glossy lips seem to pout even harder when you actually face him.

“You know what happens when you get married for real, princess?” he asks. And you scoff, again, because you know what he’s going to say. He says the same thing every time you have this truly trite conversation. “Boring sex. And then, none at all. And I know you can’t live without this cock in you for too long.”

“You’re disgus—”

“Speaking of which,” he stops walking and turns to face you. It makes you laugh every time he talks about how boring your sex life would be if you got married. You aren’t sure how true it is, but it amuses you, nonetheless. He gets his wallet from his inner breast pocket and withdraws his credit card, handing it to you with a wide smile on his face. “That’s what you get when you’re a good girl. Thank you.” he grabs the crown of your head with a large palm and plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“I thought we were talking about sex, not money.” you speak, and he smiles. “Which do you think I prefer?”

“With me, sex. In general, money.” he tells you, and you suppose he’s right. “But with money, you can buy things for sex. Unless you want to be a brat, I can take back the card. Otherwise, buy a pretty set for daddy to fuck you in.”

He loves how your demeanour changes at the use of your favourite name for him when you’re alone. Yuuji is here, yes, but he knows the intricacies of your relationship so there’s no need to be concerned.

“Theeeere she is, daddy’s good girl.” he approaches you; his hand settles on your waist. A simple cue for Yuuji to know he doesn’t want to be here. He walks on ahead; and you both watch him walk by before focusing on each other again. He backs you up until your shoulder blades rest against the wall. You tilt your head to kiss him, but he pulls his head back to tease you. “Why aren’t you always a good girl for me?” he wonders.

You allow your head to loll back against the wall with a gentle thud. He watches you, intently, wondering what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. His eyes drop as your right hand gently traces over his crisp black dress shirt until you find his tie.

And you tug.

His body cages you in and you will never get over what a behemoth of a man he is. He’s so intimidatingly large. You’re like a little mouse about to be devoured by a viper. And yet, somehow, you’re in control. He gasps, albeit quietly, but there is pleasure behind it as you pull him closer.

“You’d be so bored if I was always good, daddy. And you fuck me better when I’m a brat for you.” you tell him, voice filled with lust as your sultry tones reach his ears. His cock twitches at your words, although he’s tired of you having the upper hand. One hand grabs your jaw, and you know if he wanted to, he could break it with ease. But you smile, willingly.

If you are to die, it would be an honour by his hand.

He kills you with a kiss, instead. Your thoughts dissipate as you allow your lips to lock and teeth to clash as you needily make out. His body presses into yours, uncaring for the place or potential audience that could find you at any moment. A soft, needy moan slips by your lips as you feel his hardening bulge grind between your legs. It makes him smile, smugly and proud as he steals continuous little noises from you.

“You only keep your fucking mouth shut when you’re getting this dick.” he comments, his tongue licks against yours before he suffocates your desperately mewling with heated kisses once again. He pulls away, whispering in your ear. “You’re nice ‘n wet for daddy, yeah? Want my cock, baby?”

“Mhmm…” you nod, raising your leg to rest on his hip. His fingers squeeze into the flesh of your thigh as he helps it settle in place. His kisses are barely there anymore. Soft pecks as he gradually pulls away until you’re whimpering and begging for more. “Please, daddy… please.”

“Awe,” he gives you one final kiss before looking over his shoulder to see some of the higher ranked members of his organisation approach. He pulls away, leaving you completely breathless. “Brats don’t decide when their holes get used. Their daddy’s do.” he reminds you.

You’re left panting with your hand on your chest as he walks away. He looks over his shoulder at you before giving you a self-satisfied smirk as he waves at you.

“Keep your cunt wet for daddy.” he tells you.

You scoff, fleeing the scene quickly as the humiliation of his words surges through you. The lack of respect and discretion should make you furious. And honestly, it does. But that feeling of anger and fury is overridden with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Yuuji asks as you walk through the double doors and out into the blaring summer sun. The heat is unbearable, you’re sure the sidewalk would steam if you poured water onto it. “Are you okay? Thirsty? Can I carry your jacket?” Yuuji wonders. And you nod.

“Thanks, Yuu.” you smile, taking off your coat for him to hold for you. “You’re taking care of me again, I guess.” you sigh, but try to remain optimistic. You both know you’d rather Sukuna be the one taking you shopping, but you don’t hate spending time with his brother.

“What are we shopping for today?” he asks, opening the door to his car for you to climb into. He puts your coat in the back and rushes around to driver’s seat. “You can go crazy since he won’t be there to stop you.” he winks. You giggle a little as he buckles himself in and starts the car. “Oh, he wanted you to get some lingerie, right?”

You go quiet, looking down at your hands as you nod quickly. It’s almost unnoticeable, but Yuuji knows. He starts driving to a boutique he knows you like, smiling to himself. You’re so brazen and loud most of the time. You can be so confident and fearless.

But he thinks it’s sweet that you get so shy about things like this.

“I’m not judging you, y’know.” he tells you, looking to the side to see if you’re listening. You raise your head to look at him, the slight anxiety you feel slowly leaves your body the longer you look at him. “You’re a good friend to me. I’m happy Sukuna met you, otherwise I wouldn’t know you.”

“Yuuji…” you respond, you can’t stop yourself from smiling as you hear his sweet words. It makes him laugh, though. He’s happy he managed to break you out of your nervous sulk. “I wonder sometimes… if I’m crazy.”

“You are.” he tells you. You lightly slap his arm, “Hey, I’m driving!” he laughs. “You have some kind of arrangement with my brother, right? That doesn’t matter. You love him, don’t you? I know he loves you too. He’s told me enough, and I can see it in his eyes. You’re crazy, but he is too.”

An arrangement.

You’re happy it’s a secret, even to Yuuji. If anyone from your past life knew what you agreed to with Sukuna, they’d be ashamed. You figure anyone would be, really. But you don’t care. Yuuji is right.

Sukuna is crazy.

But so are you.

“Thanks, Yuuji.” you smile, weakly. “You’re a good friend to me, too.”

Sukuna is possessive, he’s greedy.

But what Sukuna doesn’t know won’t hurt him. You model a few lingerie sets to his little brother. And Yuuji, of course, is a perfect gentleman about it. His eyes rake over your body, though you can detect a lack of lust in him. There’s another woman on his mind that you know to be the reason. He’s a lovesick puppy, and you are off limits. He isn’t stupid, but he’s happy to help you shop.

Sukuna should be the one here with you now, anyway. He should be the one watching you try on panties and bras and pretty baby dolls. And yet, he’s sent you away to give himself some peace while he works on whatever the hell it is he does all day. Threatening and being a general bastard to the city at large.

If he were here, you know you’d be getting fucked within an inch of your life in every pretty ensemble you try on.

“Yuuji, what is your brother doing today?” you ask him, pouting a little. It feels humiliating to have to ask. You should know where your boyfriend is and who he’s with. Even Yuuji looks taken aback. Does Sukuna often keep you in the dark? It’s not like what he does for a living is some big secret.

“… There’s a huge territorial dispute right now…” he starts, looking at the store clerks and urging them to walk away if they know what’s good for them. They do, giving you two the space to talk. “He and the other higher ups are having a follow up meeting to decide what to do.”

You huff and start to undress as you head back into the changing room.

“Uraume?” you wonder, already knowing the answer. “Is she there?”

“Well, she’s Sukuna’s right hand. After me, obviously.” he tells you, and it only earns another huff of annoyance from you.

You know what Sukuna will want is for you to pick a pretty lingerie set to wear under your clothes all day until he gets home. You’re not doing that, though, not now. Not when you know he’s with her. He’s lucky you’re even still buying any in the first place. Yuuji watches you as you tell the staff to ring you up, a look almost akin to sorrow lingering in his soft brown eyes.

“Nothing is going on between them, y’know.” he tries to assure you. All you can do is scoff. The notion of remaining silent dies as you begin to think about how many positions he’s probably fucking her in while you run around and play the role of the oblivious wife.

A wife without a ring, at that.

“No offence Yuuji, I’m not exactly going to take your word for it. He’s your brother.” you sigh. He grabs the shopping bags for you once you pay the extortionate price. Sukuna had told you to get a set, not several. But you think it’s the least you deserve after finding out he’s with Uraume instead of you. “I want some new jewellery, let’s go.”

You hold the door open for Yuuji before you walk side by side towards the nearest jewellery store. Sukuna’s feelings are the least of your concern, whether he’s frustrated with your purchases or not doesn’t matter to you. Not right now. You’re hellbent on giving his credit card a workout before you go home.

The air conditioning hits you as you enter. Yuuji finds a seat as you begin to browse, dumping your shopping bags by his feet. He keeps a watchful eye on you as you’re shown around at some pieces you might like. A necklace is calling your name, but new earrings would be nice, too. But with the way you’re feeling, you might just leave with everything that you take even the vaguest of interest in.

You hear Yuuji’s phone ring behind you, and it forces you to look at him expectantly. It’s embarrassing, really, how badly you’re hoping it’s Sukuna to ask for your location so he can be here with you. But his younger sibling shakes his head despondently, feeling sad that he’s letting you down.

“Shit, I have to go.” Yuuji tells you, and your brows furrow. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been left alone. What could be so important? He looks at you, eyes serious and almost desperate as he wills you to listen to him. “I won’t be long, please don’t leave. Sukuna will kill me if anything happens to you.”

“It’s fine, Yuu.” you nod, barely looking at him anymore as you admire the glimmering jewels in their glass display cases once more. “I’ll be here.”

He smiles, gratefully, and squeezes your shoulder. His speed is impressive, you’re surprised you haven’t been left with a dust cloud as he leaves your side and departs the store. You have no idea what’s happening, but it must be serious if Yuuji had to rush off like that.

The clerk assisting you can’t help but fawn over how gorgeous you look as he allows you to try on a diamond necklace that caught your eye. It’s simple, something you’d wear every day. It’s glamorous but not overstated.

“There are matching earrings, if you’re interested.” the clerk tells you, and you nod. “And there’s—”

“If it matches, I’ll take it all.” you smile. The clerk nods and takes the necklace from you. You watch for a few minutes as he wanders around and collects everything you’ve asked for, but you soon get bored and begin browsing again.

You raise your head as you see two men with black hair enter. You unintentionally stare, but soon avert your gaze when another necklace catches your eyes. You hear the men discuss something about a sister, and you deduce they are likely here to purchase gifts. You feel your blood run cold as they become silent, and you feel them glaring at you.

You’ve gotten a sense of when people are sizing you up, now. Even if it’s something as tedious as being leered at. Being with Sukuna has taught you to sense danger, however small.

“I’d like this necklace as well, please.” you speak, hoping your confidence and signalling of the staff will get them to stop staring at you. The clerk nods and sends another member of staff to your side to aid you.

You look in the direction of the men. Truthfully, you aren’t sure if you had tried to warn them that you were onto them with a look their way. It seems like you’re more interested in scoping out a potential threat.

“It’ll suit you.” the younger one says. “Maybe we should get something like that for Tsumiki?”

The older man is silent.

Your skin tightens together, breaking out in goosebumps as his looming presence gets closer and closer to you. You clear your throat, hoping that it will be enough to tell him that you know he’s there and you don’t want him to be. It does little to dissuade him, though.

He stares at you, urging you to return it. There’s an uncomfortable yet palpable silence between the two of you as you look into each other’s eyes. His face is sculpted, yet damaged. And still, you find him beautiful. A scar stabs betwixt his lips, though it’s aged and healed.

It’s a warning, in itself, that you shouldn’t trust him.

But his gaze is serious and endearing all in one. His eyes are beautiful, just like the man he’s with. There’s no doubt, now, that they’re related. They’re like a copy of one another. Father and son, you suspect. Though they remind you of Sukuna and Yuuji. The man in front of your appears to be the same age as your lover, maybe a little older. Yuuji is around the same age at the young man accompanying him.

You find yourself lost in his eyes, an odd compulsion to figure out this man and his life story. Who is he and what could he want with you? Your guard has been lowered, despite it being unwise. You should be more alert, if anything.

But those eyes are—

“You’re staring, sweetheart.” he tells you, breaking his eyes away from you to look at the clerk behind you. He curls his finger, a simple instruction that you seem to miss until you see him holding the necklace in his hand. “May I?” he asks, acting before you even answer.

You turn around and make sure your hair isn’t in the way so he can put it on you. This isn’t right, you know it isn’t. You aren’t sure why you’re allowing him to do this. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, the hairs stand on end when you realise.

He fastens the clasp behind your neck, and casually allows his hand to fall into the small of your back as he guides you to a nearby mirror.

“Suits you.” he tells you, tucking hair behind your ear so he can examine it further. You don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, though, and you clear your throat again. It prompts him to slip back into his cool demeanour. “My daughter is around your age. Think she’d like it?”

“I don’t know your daughter. And I don’t know you.” you remind him, earning a soft chuckle from him. You watch him summon the man he brought with him, and now you’re sure he’s his son. After hearing him mention his sister, you manage to put the pieces together.

“I want two of these.” he announces, making sure everyone can hear. You aren’t sure if he’s instructing his son or the clerk beside you. Either way, he hands his credit card to the man he’s with in a similar way Sukuna does to you.

It’s almost… dismissive.

“Two?” you say, curiously.

“I’m buying yours.” he tells you. He shushes you when you go to protest. “You’re brave, hah? Big mouth, attitude, ‘n your pretty too. I like it.”

“I’m spoken for. And expensive things won’t—”

“I know.” he interrupts you, putting his hands in his pockets. He looks over to his son as he pays for the jewellery. You’re nervous, though it’s not entirely because of him. The thought of explaining this to Sukuna sends chills down your spine. “Girls like you are always spoken for. And he looks after you, yeah? Buys you nice things ‘n all that. Figures.”

“… Y-You didn’t tell me your name…” you say, meekly. It’s pathetic and wimpy, though that’s how you feel beneath his divine gaze. He smirks at the sound of your voice, maybe it’s the submission.

“Toji.” he replies, simply. His son approaches him with a single shopping bag, it’s black and sleek with the store logo on the side. It makes you excited and impatient to receive your own purchases. And after this, you have no desire to shop anymore. You want to get home where you know you’re safe. “We ought’a get goin’, Megs.” Toji tells his son, who nods in agreement.

Just as they’re about to leave, Yuuji returns.

He can’t say anything, not right away. If you were looking at him, though, you’d be able to see how much he wants to burst. There’s a vein bulging in his forehead as he looks between the men.

But your eyes are solely on Toji.

His hands remain firmly in his pockets as he walks away and towards the exit. And then he turns around again, fully, facing you head in to gift you with his parting words.

“Give Sukuna my regards, won’t you, sweetheart?” he smirks, leaving the store with his son in tow.

“Fushiguro!” Yuuji yells, though they pay him no mind. He faces you, now, intent on finding out what the hell is going on. “What was that all about? Are you stupid? Seriously stupid? I told you not to talk to anyone!”

“You didn’t, you told me not to leave.” you remind him, and he grunts. “Who were they, Yuuji? I’ve never seen either of them before.” you tell him. He just shakes his head and decides to ignore you. He’s furious, though you can’t figure out why.

Have you really done something so bad?

The fact that Toji seems to know who Sukuna is certainly doesn’t bode well. They’re from rival gangs, clearly. His and his son’s tattoos aren’t like Sukuna’s. His are brazen, confident. He was cocky enough to get them on his face, too. But the Fushiguro’s, as Yuuji had named them, must hide their markings beneath their shirts like most yakuza men tend to.

“Let’s go.” Yuuji speaks, anger lingering in his quiet words as he leads you out of the store and back to his car. “I’ll have to tell Sukuna about this…” he explains, making sure all of your shopping is secure safely in the trunk of his car. You get into the passenger seat and shrug, it makes no difference to you if he tells his brother about this.

You don’t even know what he’s telling him.

It gets later and later into the evening, with no signs of Sukuna returning any time soon.

And you’re ready for him.

You’re fully dressed, wearing the very same clothes you’d worn to go shopping hours earlier. But you had stripped briefly when you got to your room. The lingerie options were almost infinite as you peaked in each and every shopping bag you brought home from the boutique.

He’ll like the pink one most, you suspected.

So, you put it on.

“Where’s Sukuna?” your one and only true friend in this cutthroat world asks through the speaker of your phone. It snaps you from your daze as you recall how the pink lingerie fit your body like a God damn glove while you checked yourself out in the mirror. “You’re doing housewife shit while he’s out having fun?” Nobara continues, and it makes you scoff. There’s laughter in it, but your annoyance towards your lover is evident.

“He’s with Uraume.” you say, calmly, as you continue washing the mountains of dishes in the sink. You aren’t normally one to do chores, but you thought it would distract you from your worries. Even if only for a moment.

“Oh I hate her.”

“Me too.” you agree. Something tells you Nobara doesn’t feel as strongly as she’s making out, she’s just showing support. You appreciate it all the same, though. “There’s something going on… I know there is.”

“No way. You don’t know, you just think you do. But even I can see how much he worships you. He’d never cheat!” she says confidently, and you wish you could believe her. It’s not like you’d leave him, even if he was.

He’s conditioned you to need him, after all. How can you go back to your old apartment when it’s his, now? Your old, pathetically paying job won’t cut it, either. Sukuna has gotten you used to the finer things in life, things you don’t want to lose. Your friends, your family, it’s all gone and forgotten. All you have is him.

There’s no leaving him, now.

“… I don’t trust him, sometimes.” you confess, quietly. You aren’t even sure if she heard you over the sound of the gushing tap. “I don’t trust—”

The sound of a lock turning in the door stops you from speaking anymore. You look over your shoulder, and you finally see him. He doesn’t say a word as he comes in. He gives you a curt nod as he hangs up his jacket.

“Uh, Nobara, how’s your day been?” you ask, loudly, hoping she’ll get the hint and change the subject.

You tense up a little as you feel Sukuna’s presence looming closer and closer. You put down a plate as you feel him behind you. His body traps yours between his and the sink. You hold your eyes closed lightly as you feel him. Really feel him. You aren’t sure you’ll ever get over his domineering size.

Nobara begins to prattle on about nothing in particular, and relief flows through you. You manage to stifle a heavy breath as Sukuna begins to kiss your neck; though you almost falter as he takes your earlobe softly between his teeth.

“Sukuna, ‘m on the phone.” you angle your head to whisper, but he just silences you with a kiss instead. And instinctively, you’re smiling again. You’re so simple, maybe even stupid. It’s always so easy for him to placate you, even without knowing you’re upset with him.

“Don’t care,” he growls into your mouth, kissing you again. “You agreed, did you not?” he asks, feeling you up over your clothes. Your head droops back onto his shoulder as you feel him caress your tits through the fabric of your dress. His free hand roams between your legs, pushing the black material covering your thighs between them and dampening it with your slick.

“Mmpf,” you hum, lightly, biting your lip. You can’t help but wriggle and squirm beneath his touch. As much as you’d prefer to stop so you can wrap up what you’re doing first, you did agree to this when you started dating him.

“Anyway, I still don’t think Sukuna would fuck Uraume.” Nobara speaks, and you both freeze for a moment.

As she lists her reasons, in gratuitous detail, Sukuna’s hands move across your body. They’re slow, but with purpose. Your dress settles back into place once he moves his left hand away from your core. He wraps his arm around your midsection, tightly, giving you no chance to flee. His right hand moves a little quicker, fingers brush along your collarbone until he finds your neck. He somehow manages to choke you, slightly, while holding your jaw with his thumb and index finger.

And he makes you look at him.

He doesn’t speak, the sound of Nobara discussing everything you’ve told her about him and Uraume is the only sound either of you hear. His red eyes terrify you the longer it goes on. The longer he goes without speaking a word.

“’Kuna—”

“You’re jealous of Uraume?” he says, loud enough for Nobara to hear. She’s quiet. Uncharacteristically so. And then your heart plummets when you hear the beep that signifies the call has ended. “Still?”

“What do you— Sukuna!” you yell, feeling him pull your dress down your body. You try to scold him. You try to focus on finishing the dishes so you don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperately you crave him. But it’s all in vain as he spanks you upon seeing the pretty pink set hugging your body.

“Good girl.” he tells you, spanking you again.

The chore of washing cups and plates is soon abandoned as he yanks your hair by the roots. Your back arches gloriously, and he can’t help but slap your ass repeatedly until it stings. He wants to hurt you, just because he loves you.

He’s insulted that you think so little of him.

“What happened to you, princess?” he asks, spanking you again. “You never used to be so insecure. That’s what I liked about you.”

Liked?

“Don’t— c-care—”

“Oh?” he interrupts, “You really want to be a brat for me right now? I’m not in the mood, but you can test me if you’re feeling brave.” he warns you, and you manage to shake your head in defiance.

“Sukuna, I just— I don’t like her.” you tell him, you see an eyebrow raise out of the corner of your eye. It’s a curious look you can’t quite place. Maybe he hadn’t expected you to say something so honest, or maybe he just can’t put his finger on why you feel this way about her. “She has feelings for you… it’s so obvious.”

“And?” he speaks, his hand that had been around your throat moves to the bend of your knee. He effortlessly raises your leg so that it rests on the marble countertop. His breathing is heavy and stained with alcohol as it fans across your shoulder.

Your breath hitches as he hooks his finger into the seat of your panties, moving the pink material into the crease of your thigh. You shiver just slightly as the cool air of the air-conditioned room hits your folds, and he growls as he holds you tighter.

With one hand, he unbuckles his belt and manages to free his length from his trousers. You gasp as you feel him press his heavy tip between your folds, the tacky wet sound reverberates through the room. He isn’t targeting anywhere specific, but he snarls each time you mewl when he catches against your entrance.

“Unff— fu-uck!” you keen as he finally pushes into you.

“This,” he starts, slowly sinking inside of your welcoming slot. Your eyes roll over white with each agonising delve into your walls and towards your sweet spot. He spanks you once more, demanding your concentration as he tries to drill his words into your before he starts drilling his cock into you. “It’s all yours, y’hear me, princess?” he explains as he carefully rocks his hips, his chest swells with pride as he repeatedly nudges against your g-spot.

“S-Sukuna,” you pant. “Daddy, I love you.” you tell him, tears spill down your cheeks as you pathetically confess. He knows, of course he knows. But his ego will never tire of hearing those four precious words from the lips of his favourite girl.

“Yeah? Y’love daddy?” he asks, faux sympathy in his voice as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. “Hurts my feelings when you don’t trust me.” he lies.

“’m sorry,” you sob, “I trust you, daddy, ‘m sorry!” you continue, and you melt into his touch when you feel him softly kiss your cheek again and again as his thrusts get faster and faster and faster.

He’s so deep you can feel him in your throat. Your mind is churning, thoughts become liquid the harder and deeper he pounds into you. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he continues, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence your cries.

You suck and lick and lave over them as if your life depended on it.

He forces your mouth open wide, strings of drool dribble from your lips and tongue as he repeatedly fingers dangerously close to your throat. He laughs maniacally when he flies to close to the sun, triggering your gag reflex.

“Oh, baby, got real tight for daddy like that.” he tells you. Your hands search for something, anything to grasp as he ruins you from the inside. “So fuckin’ tight for me, princess. Wanna cum?”

“Yes, yes please.” is what you’re hoping to say despite his fingers still invading your orifice. “Please daddy, n-need it.”

“Mmm, good fucking girl.” he praises you. “So needy, hah? I’ll be good to you this once. So cum.”

You brace yourself, twisting your torso so that you’re facing him. His fingers remain in your mouth, but your fixation on them has dies a slow, painful death the longer this encounter carries on. His fingering slows, but the spit leaking from your mouth still pools out and covers whatever it squelches on top of.

“Go on, cum for daddy.” he orders.

And you do.

You cream his length as you lose control of your entire body and give it to him. You’re crying so hard but you don’t know why. He licks your cheeks, though, getting off on the taste of the salt and sorrow you’re gifting him with. You convulse as you reach the peak of your orgasm, and he makes sure to keep a careful hold of you.

“Hate you being fucking jealous.” he explains as he chases his own high, the deafening sounds of your genitals meeting again is so sloppy and lewd. If you weren’t so tired, you’re sure your face would flush with heat from the embarrassment of it all. “You’re mine. I only fuck you. I only cum in this perfect cunt. Are you listening? Or did daddy fuck you too fucking stupid?”

“D-Daddy,” you mumble, “love you…” you trail off, exhaustion consuming you as you bargain with yourself to rest your eyes for just a minute.

“Daddy’s slutty girl, yeah?” he grunts, and he’s surprised that you manage to nod in response. “Only shut that big fucking mouth of yours when you’re getting this cock.” he speaks, he hopes you’re listening but he’s not so sure.

With only a few thrusts later, he’s cumming buckets into you. You hum at the sensation, the warmth of being gifted with your daddy’s load is a soothing feeling that makes you feel completely claimed. You’re safe, secure, like this. He plugs his cum inside of you for a while as he refuses to move.

You don’t want to think about the fact that you aren’t ever really going to know the truth. You won’t know if he’s just telling you what you want to hear while he’s out doing exactly what you’re worried about. You won’t truly feel safe unless Uraume goes.

But you know that will never happen.

He pulls out of you, watching as your pussy pulses while he splits open your lips on his fingers. His softening cock jumps at the sight of his sperm gushing out of you and splattering against the cold kitchen tiles below. He angles your body, again, so that he can plant a searing, messy kiss on your lips from behind.

He wipes his dick against your ass, doing a poor job of it before he tucks himself back into his grey trousers. He moves the gusset of your panties back where it belongs to stop anymore cum from dripping out of you.

“I should… clean up…” you say, wistfully as you look at the remaining dishes in the sink and the dollop of sperm on the ground beneath you.

“Don’t worry about it.” he tells you, walking towards your bedroom to find your shopping bags. “Show daddy what else you got today.”

You take a deep breath and stumble a little on unstable legs. He looks behind himself, reaching out to take your hand to support you. He leads you to your room, a little surprised by the amount of new shopping bags spread out.

He lifts you up and places you down carefully on the bed. You bite your lip as he helps you out of your high heels while he’s down on one knee. He watches, attentively, as you throw your head back as he kisses each of your legs.

“I don’t recall telling you to buy jewellery.” he speaks, knowing he didn’t say it at all. You only giggle, which makes his smile grow wider. He rests his body on his knuckles on either side of your thighs, his nose almost touching yours as he examines you. “That one is new, isn’t it?” he asks, reaching up to hold the pendant against his palm. You nod, and he hums.

He takes his time admiring everything as he looks through each and every bag. You’re silent as he searches, not sure what he’s actually looking to find. Sukuna seems pleased with the multitudes of lingerie you’ve returned home with, often looking between the material and yourself as he envisions it on your body.

Though soon enough, he’s looking through the jewellery. He’s full of flattery, for some reason. You can’t help wondering if it’s because of your very obvious insecurity.

Your heart sinks, however, when he picks up the receipt.

“W— uh, what are you doing?” you ask, cursing yourself for not playing it cool in the least.

He’s silent as he looks over each item and price. His eyes drift briefly to look at you before he’s fixated on the receipt again. “I’m checking how much having a bratty princess for a wife has cost me today.” he tells you, his voice almost monotone as he speaks. He picks up each piece of jewellery as he mentally checks it off of the list in his hand. And then his eyes zero in on you once more. Or specifically, the necklace you’re wearing. “Did you steal that?” he asks.

You shake your head.

If there’s one thing you’ve learnt from being with Sukuna, it will never serve you to lie. He knows more than you can possibly imagine. And what he doesn’t know, he figures out quickly.

“… I’m going to fucking kill him.” he speaks through gritted teeth, crumpling up the receipt in his hand. You have no idea who he’s talking about. He stands up, holding the necklace around your neck in a clenched fist. “Tell me, princess. Do you love this necklace? Or did you pick it impulsively?”

“Both,” you nod. “I was only looking at it because— b-but I love it, now.”

He lets go of the pendant, now warm against your skin after being in the palm of your lover despite it being brief. He smooths his hand over your hair and then strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“A lovely gift from a man trying to muscle in on my territory.”

You knew Toji must be yakuza, too. But you had no idea he was such a direct rival of Sukuna’s. It’s unsurprising, though. Maybe they’d been tailing you and Yuuji today. You’d assumed it was a coincidence that they wound up in the same store as you, but you’re no stranger to being naïve.

Sukuna’s territory…

Could he also be referring to you?

“Territorial disputes are standard practice in our line of work, Sukuna.” Uraume starts, trying her best to calm your boyfriend down as he seethes in yet another meeting. “Although she has certainly complicated things.” she speaks, looking at you as her tone becomes more calculated and vicious.

Of course to anyone else, it sounds like she’s just making a point.

But you know better.

“I didn’t complicate anything, thank you, Uraume. I went shopping as I was instructed to do and he just showed up.” you try to defend yourself maturely despite wanting to rip her hair from her scalp.

“No, this isn’t your fault.” Sukuna reassures you. “You shouldn’t have fucking left her you idiot!” he bellows, his voice booming through the room until it reaches his brothers ears. His words seem to echo the longer Yuuji remains silent. He doesn’t even get the chance to talk as Sukuna demands he be quiet. “More and more of them are doing shady shit in areas that I own. Making profit that should be mine. How do we—”

“Yuuji, you’re friendly with his son, right?” you ask. And he shrugs, passively. You’re sure there’s a story there. Perhaps they went to school together given that they’re the same age, but you don’t want to press it and risk him getting in deeper trouble with his sibling. “Do you have a phone number or anything for him?”

“Uh…” Yuuji pats down his body as he looks through his phone. Sukuna watches, everyone watches as he scrolls through his contacts. And finally, he nods.

“Call it.” Uraume orders, Sukuna looks at her and then nods at his brother in agreement.

The tension in the air can be cut with a knife as each ring passes. You feel sick to your stomach the longer it goes on.

Until finally—

“I was wondering when you’d call.” the younger Fushiguro answers, Yuuji places the phone down on the table and puts it on speaker. “My old man has an offer for your brother.”

“Megumi, Sukuna isn’t exactly the negotiating type.” Yuuji explains. “He wants you and your dad dead, to be honest. That shit you pulled at the jewellery store—”

“Is he listening?” Megumi asks. Yuuji looks up to his brother for permission to confirm or deny his presence. The silence lasts a beat too long, and Megumi figures it out for himself. “I’m with Toji, now.” there is a shuffling sound on the other end as he hands his phone over to his father. A large sigh rattles through the speaker, and then he finally speaks.

“Sukuna.” he starts.

“My brother is right, Zen’in, I don’t negotiate.” Sukuna speaks, announcing his presence to them finally. “There is no benefit to me letting you stake your claim on my territory. We’ve killed a few of your men already for your insolence and disrespect. You’ve no idea the lengths I will go to so that you will understand this threat isn’t empty. We won’t just be killing the small fry next time.”

He looks at Uraume, listening carefully as she warns him not to resort to threats of violence so soon. You look between them both, trying to gauge how he’ll respond. He only sighs, agreeing with her, before asking what the negotiation would entail.

“I want to fuck that little girlfriend of yours.” Toji says.

The room falls silent. Sukuna stares daggers at you for a few minutes as if it’s your fault he said something so outrageous. You look around uncomfortably, seeing everyone’s eyes have fallen on you.

You feel dirty.

You feel like a mere bargaining chip, an object for them to make a decision over.

“Everybody out.” Sukuna says, noticing your distress as you feel compelled to hang your head in shame. “NOW.”

Everyone scurries from the room, the only people that remain are yourself, Sukuna, his brother and Uraume. Your lover slams his palm, hard against the table before yelling down the phone at Toji.

“Are you FUCKING joking?” Sukuna shouts, Uraume tries to calm him down but it does little good. “In what world do you think I’d agree to something so stupid?”

You hear Toji chuckle, like he’s considering how to use his words and what he should say. He knows exactly what he wants to tell him in response, but he’s deciding if he wants to rile Sukuna up further or get straight to the point.

“I’ve heard rumours that you use her like a toy.” he starts, a smirk curls on his lip and his scar pulls along with it. You and Sukuna look at each other, wondering who could have found out about your lewd secret. “I’m not… unreasonable. If you comply, I’m willing to come to a binding agreement that we will keep clear of your turf.”

“… Hang up the phone.” Sukuna orders, and Yuuji immediately presses the big red button. Sukuna looks at you, eager to speak. And by his expression, whatever he wants to say seems fuelled by rage. But by a stroke of luck, Uraume intervenes.

“I think you should do it.” she starts. Sukuna directs his angry glare towards her, while you look at her in surprise. “We’ve all heard the rumours, it’s not a secret, Sir. I believe it’s called ‘free use’ yes?”

“Why is that relevant?” you ask.

“Well, you’re used to being used, no? Why is this any different. It would be for Sukuna, for all of us. I’m sure you’d be able to open your legs for a few minutes for the sake of peace.” she speaks, calmly, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back in her seat. You scoff, standing up to argue, but Sukuna splays out his hand and warns you to keep in line. “Sukuna, it’s just sex. You won’t have to pay them off, you won’t have to share your territory that we— that you have worked so hard for. A simple trade.”

He sighs as he looks between you both.

“It’s not that straightforward, at all.” Sukuna tells her. You hope he’ll elaborate but feel a little deflated when he opts to keep quiet instead. You feel comfortable with your so-called arrangement because you’re in love.

At least, that’s what you thought.

“A shame. You continue to be a useless disappointment in this organization.” she tells you. “If it were me, I’d do it.”

“Well, Uraume. It isn’t you. You know why?” you spit back, shoving by Sukuna with the intention of leaving when you’ve said your piece. “Because you are his subordinate. I am his wife.” and with that, you leave.

Uraume is unfazed, however, which would infuriate you more if you were around to see it. Instead you’re leaving with your handbag in tow. You’re stopped, however, when you reach the exit. Sukuna’s men are holding you hostage on his orders. He hasn’t followed you to see if you’re okay. He’s still talking to Yuuji and Uraume as you pace around an empty meeting room.

You’ve always hated this building. Every time you come for a meeting here you’re nauseated by an overwhelming mechanical smell. It’s the office supplies, you assume. The copy machines and printers whir all day and night, the perfect operation taking place to disguise Sukuna’s general misdeeds.

Around twenty minutes later, you’re no longer alone.

Sukuna enters the room and shuts the door behind himself. Your eyes water as you instantly read his expression. You know there’s another way, but he’s obviously made his decision. Uraume’s influence played a part, you don’t doubt.

“I don’t want to. I love you…” you cry. “She’s trying to—”

“Enough.” he silences you, curling his finger. A simple instruction for you to follow him. “I haven’t decided yet, come along.”

He brings you back to the meeting room where you were sitting earlier. He commands Uraume and Yuuji to leave, and they do, Yuuji leaves his phone behind so Sukuna can call Megumi’s phone again.

“I don’t want to share you.” he confesses, pulling you into his lap as he spins the phone in his hand. Each thud against the desk makes your anxiety spike. “Uraume is right, though. It’s a tempting offer for the sake of a few measly minutes.”

“I don’t want to fuck him, Sukuna.” you pout. “I can’t believe you’re even considering it! What if he’s lying and will keep asking to fuck me? I don’t want everyone to find out about it and think I’m some whore. Do you—” you stop, a large knot gets stuck in your throat as you try to remain composed. You feel sick to your stomach, and you hate that you even have to ask. “Do you even love me anymore… Sukuna…” you ask, lower lip trembling as you speak.

“I do, of course I still love you.” he tries to assure you, but it feels half-hearted at best. “I’d prefer you to make a decision; but I want it to be the right one. And remember, you agreed to let me use you. And I will use you for whatever purpose I desire, if that means letting other men use your cunt for the sake of peace… then…”

“’Kuna…”

“I’m talking now.” he stops you, grabbing your cheeks in his hand and squeezing until your lips pucker. “You better spread those pretty legs nice ‘n wide for daddy, I want you to make me proud.”

He lets go, slowly, and uses a single finger to call Megumi back.

It rings.

And it rings.

And it rings—

“You mull it over?” Toji answers, his cockiness radiating through the phone. “Who am I speaking to? Sukuna?”

“I’m here.” he answers, he bounces his thigh, a silent instruction for you to announce yourself. And, for him, you do. “We’ve thought about it.”

“And?” Toji speaks.

Sukuna looks up at you, expecting you to do the honours of answering. His face is stoic and it makes your heart sink. He really wants you to agree to this. This is the first time since you’ve been with him that’s he’s made you feel like the object you agreed to be, for him. You thought it was out of love. Maybe even respect.

You were a fool to think that, you see that now.

You take a deep breath, and your whole body shakes. Even the little breaths you take to steel yourself warble and you try and gain the confidence to tell Toji that you agree.

Sukuna agrees, you don’t.

“We’re not interested.” you tell him. Sukuna glares at you, and you swear you see flames licking through his pupils. You try to stand up, but you’re trapped. He holds you, tight, and you worry about what you’ve let yourself in for. “Sukuna, get off.” you try to warn him off quietly, but it only increases his grip.

He mutes the call, and fingers sink harshly into the fat of your hips as he lifts you up. You land on the large meeting table with a thud as he towers above you with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“You dare disobey me?” he starts. You flinch as he raises his hand, the rings on his fingers twinkle under the fluorescent lights in the room. He doesn’t hit you, and you can’t tell if that’s what he was considering. He’s never struck you before. But, thinking about it, you’ve never defied him before. He balls his hand into a fist, a singular finger breaking free as he points in your face. “I don’t think you understood me before. Did you get confused?” he asks, voice dripping with condescension as his eyes alternate between your shimmering eyes and tremoring lip.

You ignore him, you just stare at him as you wait for him to finish.

“Understand me now. You are mine. Your life, your clothes, the bed you sleep in? Mine. Your body is mine. Your cunt is barely yours, I own her.”

“You said the decision was mine to—”

“I said I want you to make the decision I’m telling you to make. I’m not giving you a choice, I was giving you the power to make the decision yourself. But I see now, you’re too dumb to make the right call without daddy’s help.”

You sniff, picking up the phone to your side and unmuting the call. You’re surprised Toji is still on the other end, perhaps he knew that you’d gone against orders and was waiting to hear your reconsideration. He doesn’t say a word, nor does Sukuna, as you continue to sniffle and gather your bearings.

“T-Toji?” you whimper, and you hear an amused breath on the other end.

“Yes, darlin’, I’m here.” he speaks. His voice is somewhat soothing given the circumstances. Your lovers fiery stare remains on you. He and your very own body are imploring you to make the decision he’s expecting of you. But your heart, your mind, tell you otherwise. If Sukuna kills you, so be it.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to sleep with you, I love Sukuna too m-much.” you whimper, tears cascade down your face as you look at him. Even after this, after how he’s spoken to you and what he’s trying to make you do, you can’t help but love him. Even his face softens as he hears your plea. Your utter devotion to him makes his heart skip a beat.

There may even be a slither of remorse behind his eyes.

“You’re a real good girl, aren’tcha? So loyal… It’s hard to find girls like you.” Toji responds, and it snaps Sukuna out of his daze. The looming anger returns as he realises you’ve ignored direct orders twice now. “Tell ya what… Sukuna, you still there?”

“… I’m here.” he responds, slouching down in the seat he’d been sitting in previously. It’s odd, looking down at him like this. He looks deflated, like he doesn’t know how to handle you. Maybe he does still love you, after all. He doesn’t want to hurt you or kill you, he’s wrestling with it. If you were like his subordinates you’d be dead already.

He doesn’t know what to do with you.

“Princess, would you feel better if Sukuna was there?” he asks. You both look at each other, unsure of what he’s getting at. The idea infuriates Sukuna. Why on earth would he want to sit like some cuck while one of his enemies rails his girlfriend? “I don’t need you to myself, I just want to fuck you.”

“Um… oh.” you speak, the penny finally dropping. “I like that better.” you confess.

“Mm, I’ll bet.” Toji smirks. “Alright, I’ll make arrangements.”

“Go find Yuuji and go home.” Sukuna whispers as Toji continues to speak. He barely looks at you as you slide off the desk. So you don’t even bother saying goodbye. You’re still so fucking angry at him for all of this. But, really, you can’t help but feel like he isn’t pulling the strings here.

Not really.

You find Yuuji outside vaping, and he chokes when he sees you. He desperately attempts to swat the plume of smoke away, but it’s too late. You take the device from his hand and drop it on the ground.

“Enough.” you tell him, crushing it beneath the chunky platform and heel of your boot while looking him dead in the eye. “Stop buying them.”

“Sorry.” he chuckles. “Want me to take you home?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “The long way… if you don’t mind.”

He nods, understandingly.

Maybe you chose the wrong Itadori to fall in love with.

You hadn’t realised how close Toji’s apartment is to yours and Sukuna’s. You never even knew he existed until a few days ago. And yet, now, you’re in the elevator on your way up to the penthouse suite.

The preparation into this night, which you’re sure will amount to a few grunts and thrusts from each of them before they’re panting and bored, has been substantial.

Sukuna agreed to let Toji cover the cost of everything, which surprised you. Sukuna is a proud man, he’s proud of himself and the money he makes. And he’s especially proud of his possessions.

Most of all, you.

You’ve been accompanied by Yuuji and Megumi for the last week everywhere you go. And they’ve bickered about everything.

As you were sitting in the hair salon earlier, Yuuji insisted upon how Sukuna would like your hair to look, whilst Megumi argued about what Toji would prefer.

They argued when they took you clothes shopping about what kind of outfit you should wear. They argued about what colour lingerie you should wear. Hell, they even argued about what perfume would be best.

You didn’t have the energy to intervene, however, not when it feels like your world is crumbling around you. You’ve lost Sukuna, you think. You aren’t sure how or when it happened, but you don’t see love in his eyes anymore. And it’s a fool’s gambit to try and force that love back.

Now, you’re just a toy he’s grown tired of.

The elevator stops with a ding as you reach the top. Your stomach is doing somersaults, and you’re a little taken aback as Sukuna takes your hand in his. The reassuring squeeze he offers calms you immensely as he leads you out directly into the apartment.

“Welcome.” Megumi greets you both. He gestures to a bottle champagne and three pre-poured flutes filled with the gorgeous, bubbly liquid. You don’t notice until you get closer that there’s even strawberries drowning in the glasses. “Make yourselves at home, he won’t be long.” Megumi speaks, gesturing to the modern staircase that leads upstairs.

And with that, he leaves. He enters the elevator and waves as the doors shut, taking him all of the way to the ground floor. You can’t help but wonder where he’s going. Maybe, despite all of the bickering, he and Yuuji are planning to go out and have fun together while their bosses are occupied.

You feel sick.

Everyone’s going to find out about this. Everyone is going to have you down as a slut who trades her body for the sake of gang disputes. The naïve nature within you is telling you that this is a one time thing. That you made the choice and you only made it because there is something so alluring about Toji.

But, really, after this… you fear that you may be better off dead.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Toji speaks as he announces himself, slowly descending the stairs as he drinks you in. His shirt is open, revealing his glorious body beneath. Each move he makes is teasing, only subtly showing off his musculature that glistens beneath. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” he tells you.

His hand settles on your hip as he kisses your cheek. It’s gentle, yet forceful, and it lasts a beat longer than you had expected. The feeling of his lips is cemented against your face, and it takes every ounce of willpower that you have to not hold your cheek longingly.

“Glad you could make it, both of you.” Toji expresses, looking at Sukuna briefly before focusing on you again. He can’t get enough of you. He can’t stop ogling your perfect body in the skintight, chocolate coloured dress you’re wearing. The way your breasts slightly spill over the bust, the way the plunge shows the perfect amount of cleavage, the way a huge slit down the side perfectly showcases one of your legs and teases the treasure at the apex of your thighs.

He picks up two glasses, handing them to you and Sukuna, before grabbing his own.

“To peace.” he smirks. Sukuna chuckles and repeats his sentiment, though you’re silent. You aren’t exactly proud of yourself for doing this for the sake of peace.

But at the very least, you might have a little fun. You take a small sip, while Sukuna and Toji’s glasses are bare. Toji tops them up, and they chat as if they’re old friends.

“I’m sure you didn’t invite us over just to make nice, Zen’in.” Sukuna comments, and Toji laughs but nods. Sukuna sets down his champagne flute, tilting your head up by your chin with two dominant fingers. “She won’t object to anything. Isn’t that right, princess?” he asks, and you nod.

Toji finishes his drink again, circling around you both to stand behind you. Sukuna sits down, already pouring his third drink of the evening as he watches how you choose to behave. You’re not going to defy again, though. Not when you agreed of your own accord.

Your gaze narrows as your eyelids become heavy from Toji’s presence behind you. He softly gropes and manhandles every inch of your body. And even the areas you wouldn’t normally consider sensitive have you shuddering under his touch.

He attacks your exposed thigh, dragging the back of his nails upwards towards your pussy as his teeth lightly graze your pulse point. You emit a vociferous moan as his fingers splay outward, his digits barely breaching the material of your dress and yet somehow stimulating your immediately drenched cunt.

“I think she likes me.” he sighs against your skin, maintaining complete eye contact with Sukuna as he feels you up. “This dress was made for you, baby.” he tells you, kissing softly behind your ear.

“Look,” Sukuna starts, standing up as he looms above you. He pulls down the bust, revealing the black mesh bra underneath. Your nipples are barely covered, perfectly visible to all eyes in the room. He cups your breasts, and his thumbs repeatedly swipe over the raised buds. “They’re so hard, princess. Is this exciting you?” he asks.

You nod, dumbly. He captures your lips in a deep kiss and you moan into it. Toji reaches forwards over your shoulder, grabbing a handful of your tit as he squeezes the flesh and lightly flicks the nipple. His other hand settles in the curve of your hip, and you yelp slightly into Sukuna’s mouth as he pulls you backwards against his body.

“Feel how hard you’re makin’ me already, darlin’?” he asks, sharp canines nipping lightly against your bare neck as he pants shallowly against your skin. “Haven’t even touched your pussy yet and I’m aching. Haven’t even seen your fuckin’ panties.”

“Strip her, go on.” Sukuna orders. He backs away as he allows Toji to move you wherever he desires.

You gasp as you feel him move you with ease until your bent over the countertop, your face turns to the side to face Sukuna and the bucket of champagne. You’re distracted by the water droplets slowly traversing down until you hear Toji gnarl against the nape of your neck.

You can’t help but whimper when you feel him repeatedly kiss your bare skin until he reaches the zip of your dress. Sukuna stares into your eyes. Watery, eager eyes that are still focused on him without him even touching you. The red irises that own you and your every move, Toji was right, you are a good loyal girl.

Toji takes the zip between his teeth and pulls downward until the dress shucks from your body, it starts to pool at your feet, but still clings to your waist. Sukuna helps yank it downwards, while Toji lands a harsh strike against your supple rear. He whistles at the sight of your flesh jiggling, repeating the action on the opposite cheek just to see it again.

“Do you know how to use that mouth, princess?” Toji asks, and you nod.

“She knows how to talk shit with it.” Sukuna informs him, and Toji smirks. “But she gives good head, too. Get on your knees.” Sukuna tells you.

And you drop like a stone in front of Toji, you’re sure your knees will be red raw from the uncomfortable landing. You watch Toji with complete focus as he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes stay on his, getting the perfect view of his defined abs and large pecs as you stare up at him. The metal of his belt echoes through the room as he throws it in Sukuna’s direction.

You’re awestruck when Toji’s length is revealed. He’s beautiful. You don’t even realise you’re drooling until the bubbly liquid drips down and splats against your hand. He’s huge. Sukuna is too, but Toji might have him slightly bested. His cock curves upwards, and you can’t help squirm as you think about it hitting all of the right spots inside of you.

His pubic hair is trimmed perfectly. You wonder if he usually keeps himself groomed or if he only did it for this occasion. His tip is gorgeous. A slightly more blush pink in comparison to the rest of his cock. And it’s oozing. It’s shimmering with pre, the tip is completely covered and some of his length below is coated too.

“I’m gonna kill you if you keep staring at his cock like that, princess.” Sukuna warns you. You look at him, worry stabbing through your eyes before Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to focus on him again. He bends down, his face dangerously close to yours.

“He might kill you later, but I’m gonna kill you now if you don’t hurry and put that pretty mouth to work.” he snarls. You nod, widening your mouth to accommodate his girth. He groans, passionately, as his tip hits against your restrictive throat. “Fuuuuuck, good girl.”

You hold his hips as you attempt to take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your jaw already hurts, you feel like you might need the ability to unhinge it like a snake just to take him. It’s a similar experience with Sukuna, though he doesn’t make you suck him off often. He prefers your cunt, he doesn’t like to waste time on foreplay normally.

Only if he’s particularly stressed.

“You’re right, she’s a good little cocksucker.” he tells Sukuna as he praises you. He lightly combs his fingers through your hair with one hand before he forcefully shoves you to take his full length. And you cry out, you sob, and he slightly pulls out before shoving back in. “Are you gonna sit and watch me face fuck your toy?” Toji asks, earning a scoff from Sukuna.

He bends down, picking up the belt Toji discarded as he approaches. “Watch.” he orders. You gasp as Toji sets you free so that you’re true lover can take over. He wraps Toji’s belt around your neck but doesn’t completely fasten it, giving them both the freedom to tug and choke you into submission if needs be.

Sukuna removes his own belt, handing it to Toji to do with whatever he pleases. You whimper as he pulls your wrists behind your back, tying them together with the uncomfortable leather binding.

He pulls out his cock, slapping you lightly across the face with it as you wait patiently with your tongue hanging out. You mewl at he taps his tip against your tastebuds, the taste of his pre instantly permeates your senses.

Two hands settle on either side of your skull as he sinks his cock into your drooling mouth. He throws his head back, groaning as he slots in comfortably. He wastes no time, thrusting into your mouth again and again until you’re sputtering and sobbing.

“She cries easily, huh?” Toji drawls as he strokes himself.

Sukuna nods, forcing you down all of the way to the base until you’re choking. You can’t even steady yourself anymore with your wrists being bound. You can’t breathe and you can’t push away. He pinches your nose when you remember you can breathe through it, suffocating you completely.

“Aw, what’s wrong darlin’? Not gonna break so soon, are ya?” Toji asks, grabbing the makeshift collar and leash around your neck as he softly pulls. But he lets go as Sukuna frees you from his malicious clutches.

They both laugh as you cough and sputter, collapsing into a heap on the ground as you try and get your breath back.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” Sukuna asks. He picks you up with ease, and you’re soon bent over the counter again. But, this time, your feet don’t touch the ground. You’re left there, powerless to their touch with your ass perfectly raised while your feet and legs dangle helplessly over the edge.

Toji spreads your ass apart, and the stickiness sounding through the room is deafening. He sneers when it hits his ears. “She’s lying.” he spanks you, hard. And then his fingers toy between your pussy lips, making a complete and utter mess of your panties. “Do you like old men picking on you, hm? You must do. Can you feel how sloppy this cunt is, princess?” he asks.

You whimper out apologies, though they don’t seem to be interested. Toji picks you back up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you towards the stairs. Sukuna follows, a wicked grin on his face as he observes your tear-stricken face.

“Does she like anal?” Toji wonders.

“She likes whatever I tell her to like.” Sukuna laughs. “Would you like that, baby? Should we use both of your pretty holes?”

“Can’t wait to tear these fuckin’ panties off ya.” Toji explains. “Dunno why you bothered coming here with clothes on. Should have come bare, with a bow on your head.”

You enter Toji’s bedroom. And it’s gorgeous. It’s so sleek and stunning and there’s even a fireplace crackling away. The atmosphere is romantic, but this situation is hardly that.

Sukuna strokes your cheek, a subtle check to make sure you’re okay as he looks into your eyes. You nod, discreetly, before he slips his thumb between your teeth. You bite down, softly, and he can’t help but smile.

“Think this is the quietest she’s ever been,” Sukuna starts. He massages his thumb into your tongue, and you can’t help but instinctively suck. “Bein’ so good for daddy tonight.” he praises you.

“Daddy, huh?” Toji smirks, taking two fistfuls of your panties between his hands and tears them apart carelessly. “Hope you’ll call me that, sweetheart.”

You look to Sukuna for permission, and he nods. “Just this once.”

“Real pretty girl when you’re suckin’ on somethin’.” Toji comments. He sits on the bed beside you, lifting you up abruptly to sit on his lap. He unhooks your bra and Sukuna seamlessly breaks the straps between heavy fists, ripping it quickly from your body without undoing your bindings. “Suck ‘em while I play with this sweet little cunt.” Toji groans against you as he pulls your back flush against his chest.

Sukuna lightly slaps your tits before walking away. You watch him as he takes a seat in the corner of the room, and he’s become exactly what he hadn’t wanted to. He looks unfazed, though. He seems to be enjoying it if anything. He pulls a cigar from his inner breast pocket along with a lighter, he rests his ankle on his knee as he watches Toji toy with you.

“Watch him, want him to see how good I make you feel.” Toji whispers. He presses two fingers into your mouth slowly. The metal of his rings clang against your teeth, but you don’t care. You wish you could hold his hands as you suckle and lap at his digits. Though you’re broken from your efforts as he starts to circle your clit. “Mmm, such a messy pussy.” he comments.

You wriggle and squirm even with such little pressure applied to your clit. He runs his fingers through your folds, teasing your hole only slightly before he massages your swollen clit again and again.

“—addy!” you whine, unable to sit still as he torments you.

“Hear that? She called me daddy.” Toji chortles, looking at Sukuna. He smirks, but again seems more unfazed than anything. You almost screech around his fingers as he finally inserts his other digits inside of you. As if they weren’t already thick, more metallic rings seem determined to push your pussy to the limit. “You’re gonna make a mess f’me. Alright? Don’t fight me.”

He inserts a third finger between your lips, your mouth contorts and stretches uncomfortably, and still, you suck.

He digs around inside of you like he’s searching for something in particular. And when your legs begin to jolt and quiver, he deduces he’s found it quick enough. His ministrations are almost evil as he alternates between hard and slow fingering. It’s so intense, so excruciating that you can barely concentrate on his fingers in your mouth.

“Can’t see your face, baby. You still with us?” he asks, and you can only offer a barely intelligible response. Sukuna leans forward in his chair as he smokes, uncaring for where he flicks the ash. It’s the last thing on Toji’s mind, too. Especially when you’re already losing consciousness like this. “They’re just fingers, darlin’. Gonna go stupid for my cock if you can’t even handle this.” he laughs.

“Slap her cunt.” Sukuna tells him. And soon enough Toji is landing a hard enough spank to your puffy clit. You mewl, so he repeats it. Again and again. Harder and harder. “Finger her, I’ll do it.”

Toji puts his fingers back inside of your tight walls and finds that spot again. Sukuna lords above you, cigar resting between the gentle bite of his teeth as he spanks your cunt hard. It makes you dizzy, almost delirious. The conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure make your eyes water.

“Crying again.” he says as he spanks your pussy again. “Who knew two cocks would make you so obedient and submissive?”

“And we haven’t even fucked her yet.” Toji reminds him, and he smirks. “I should have invaded your turf a long time ago if I knew it would get us here.”

“Hm,” Sukuna hums. Your breath hitches, and he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. “She’s going to cum. Is she getting tight?”

“Like she’s gonna break my fingers.” Toji smirks. And with a few more spanks against your clit as Toji continuously batters his fingers into your g-spot, you’re cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Sukuna doesn’t move away as he feels you douse him with the thick stream shooting from your cunt. “Oh fuck. You’re a little squirter, huh. Or a big squirter, look at the fuckin’ mess you made of us, dirty girl. Told ya you would.” he teases you, not letting up on your insides as he tries to draw every last drop of your arousal from you.

It's not like it’s the first time you’ve squirted.

But you’ve never squirted that much before.

Your mouth is free as Toji pulls out his fingers, and you feel a chill as he wipes your saliva against the column of your spine. You’re surprised when you feel him undo the belt keeping your wrists together. And you’re even more surprised as he helps you straddle him properly.

He squeezes your ass as you begin to rut your hips against his cock, the tip catches against your hole as he holds cups your cheek and offers you a showstopping, tongue tangling kiss. You yelp as Sukuna yanks your hair until your vision is his face at an almost upside down angle. He spits in your mouth, crudely, before releasing your hair.

You don’t bother swallowing it as Toji brings you back to him and locks his lips with yours. He couldn’t care less that Sukuna had spat in your mouth. You’d already sucked his cock, what did it matter to him?

“You’re so well trained, princess.” he smirks. He stands up, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist. He places you flat against the bed, nibbling on your collarbone before he nips and kisses downward. Further and further and further. “Let daddy taste you.” he demands, and you nod.

Sukuna holds your underarms and pulls you until your head droops backward, lolling over the edge of the mattress.

You wince as he slots his cock between your lips again, and he loosens the tightness of the belt still around your neck. The slight choking feeling is replaced with his hand, intent on feeling your throat bulge from the broadness of his cock.

Your legs cramp around Toji’s head as he gets to work feasting on your folds. If not for Sukuna’s length stuffing your throat, you’d be screaming at the way he suctions his lips around your clit. He licks and sucks again and again until your mind goes blank.

“That’s a good toy,” Sukuna chuckles darkly. “Stop thinking, now, we’ll do that for you.”

Toji can’t get enough of your taste. He can’t help but stroke himself as he pleasures you, and he grunts again and again against your heat. The fingers on his free hand sink into your doughy thighs. He’s doing all he can do to make sure you stay put. And he wants his face to be suffocated by your cunt.

Sukuna pulls out, determined not to cum this way. He’ll only cum if he’s doing so directly into your womb. He drops to his knees, helping you up a little so you can look down at the man about to give you your second orgasm of the evening. Your head sags against Sukuna’s broad shoulder, but you manage to look through barely open eyelids to see raven locks shaking and swaying as he lashes his tongue against your clit.

“’m gonna c-cum, daddy… fuck.” you mutter, unsure if you’re referring to Sukuna or Toji. Neither of them seem to care, though, they’re more focused on your wobbly thighs and spasming cunt. “Ngghh—!” you wail.

Toji slurps up your mess as you squirt all over his face. He laughs, scar pulling deliciously as he tries to catch your essence in his wide, smiling mouth. He sticks his tongue out before attaching his lips directly against the source again.

And even he’s panting when you’re finished. Completely satisfied from this alone.

Though his eyes and mind are full of desire as he fantasises about how close he is to feeling you wrapped around him.

“I want her pussy.” Toji insists, and Sukuna shrugs his shoulders.

Sukuna scoops you into his arms, and the two of them help position your near lifeless body between them. Though your pseudo-husband is the first to shove his cock into your drooling slot. Toji scowls, prepared to pull you away from him if needs be.

“I said—”

“And?” Sukuna responds. “Fuck her pussy, then.”

Toji is frozen, unsure of what he means. But they keep eye contact as Sukuna fully sheathes himself to the hilt. Toji’s gaze only falters when he hears you moan from the stretch. You look up at him, your sweet doe eyes absolutely sodden with tears. And still, you bite your lip as you lose yourself to the bliss of being an object.

“Oh, princess,” Toji smirks, kissing the tip of your nose before he lines his cock up with your hole. “Gonna have to break this little pussy, ‘cause your daddy’s so selfish.” he tells you.

He hisses as he breaches inside of you, and your head falls forward to rest on his chest. They both hush you and coo sweetly as their cocks tear you apart. You aren’t sure which of them he was calling selfish, but really, it’s both.

They could have taken turns if they both wanted you this way.

But they were hellbent on double stuffing you.

Their hips move in tandem, neither of them giving you a single moment to catch your breath as they bully their cocks into you again and again. You’re screaming out moans as they pummel your insides. You’re bound to be aching and bruised tomorrow. You don’t care, though, not right now. And they certainly don’t. Not when your tight little hole feels so Goddamn perfect.

“Fuck— fuck,” Toji grunts. “Don’t wanna pull out.”

“D—on’t.” you squeak out, and they both let out a little laugh each at your weak request.

“She’s a little cum slut, can’t get enough. Fill her up, fuck if I care. Want this little pussy bred, baby? Hm? Want your daddy��s to fuck you full’a kids?” Sukuna teases. And you nod, it’s weak, pathetic, but determined. “Goooood girl, ‘m close.”

“I’m close as well, I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it.” Toji announces, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more staggered.

The change in pace has you clenching, the third and final nail in your coffin as your pussy begins to gush for them both. They’re both a little embarrassed, flushing red in the face as your tightening hole leads to both of their mutual demise.

“That’s it, take it, little slut.” Sukuna commands as he empties his balls inside of you. Toji is no better, the obscene names seem like second nature to them both.

“Fuck, look at her stomach.” Toji snickers. Sukuna looks down to see your tummy swollen with their cocks and cum.

They both pull out, wholly beguiled as your body collapses onto the bed in a heap. You’re practically asleep as they position you onto your stomach and split your legs apart to see how their sperm leaks out of your twitching cunt.

“I want another go.” Toji smirks, unable to pull his eyes away from your glittering slit.

“Let her rest a little.” Sukuna tells him. “I’m not done with her, either.”

You’re tired.

You’re so tired of coming to these fucking meetings.

Sukuna walks through the building with you close by. His arm around you, protectively. Somehow, you think the encounter with his rival has made him love you more. He’s been clingier, lately, which isn’t like him. He never wants to let you out of his sight, or his grasp.

He’s been using you more too.

It’s like how things were in the beginning again.

You’re sure everyone knows what happened. Eyes are on you, and their full of judgement. It hurts, of course, but there’s nothing to be done. Sukuna was right: you agreed. You did it for him and yet out of the two men who were supposed to deal with this amongst themselves, you’re the only one paying the price.

Nobody cares if their boss had a threesome.

Everyone cares if his girlfriend got used like a slut though.

Mostly, you can’t bring yourself to care. As you sit down beside Sukuna, his hand rests on your thigh while you scan everyone’s shame-filled faces. You’d challenge any of them to care what others think of them after the night you had.

It was mind blowing.

To be dominated thoroughly by the two biggest men you’ve ever met like that is a feeling you can’t begin to describe. To feel so small and worthless in comparison to them. For your body to be used in whatever manner they see fit and for them to still allow you to cum despite your purpose being for their enjoyment…

You haven’t stopped thinking about it.

About them.

About him.

Sukuna’s hand leaves your thigh as he addresses the room. Explaining how Toji miraculously decided to back off after a firm warning. No one believes it, but everyone is happy enough. But there’s always going to be issues and problems when you’re involved in illegal activity. So despite your nose being buried in your phone, you can’t say you’re surprised when you hear Sukuna move onto the next issue.

Uraume sees you smirking as your fingers tap away at your keyboard. And it makes her smirk, too.

Toji insisted that you put your number in his phone when you spent the night. Sukuna was using the bathroom, and he forced his phone into your shaky fingers. You were panicking, but you typed fast.

You’ve been texting non-stop ever since.

Uraume thinks you’re a naïve fool.

She knows exactly what you’re doing because this is what she had envisioned from the very start. She orchestrated everything. She invited Toji’s foot soldiers to start operating their business on Sukuna’s turf; just like she is the one who informed Sukuna of the invasion with such haste and loyalty.

She is the one who hinted at where they might find you that day you were shopping with Yuuji. And she is the one who let slip to Toji what your arrangement with Sukuna is.

Sukuna respects Uraume, but he doesn’t give her nearly enough credit.

She has managed perfectly to drive a wedge between you that neither of you even know is there yet. His lack of respect for your body has driven you into the willing arms of another man. Only through texting, for now, but before long that won’t be enough for you. Sukuna’s jealousy and possessiveness have made him love you more, the scales have tipped the other way and it is all to benefit Uraume.

Sukuna will find out, she’ll make sure of that.

And whether he kills you or casts you aside, it matters not to her. Because his heart will be broken either way; and she will be there to pick up the pieces. Sukuna hates how jealous you are of Uraume. But neither of you have a single solitary clue that she’s thinking all of this through right now.

Uraume feels a little bad for you, your intuition is keen. But Sukuna will never suspect a thing. You’re just insecure, he thinks. But Uraume applauds you for having your guard up about her.

You were right to worry.

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