#dividers by @/adornedwithlight and @/cafekitsune

[starmapz]

❝ in which ryomen sukuna lets the intrusive thoughts win ❞ ❦ cw ; gn!reader. fluff. crack. suggestive themes. mentions of sex. ❦ words ; 330.

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All four of Sukuna’s eyes are trained on the open back of your robes as you speak with Uraume. Both pairs of arms cross over his broad chest as he stands close behind you. A scowl paints his features as he huffs, capturing your attention. Both you and Uraume turn to see what’s ailing him, but his attention seems to be elsewhere.

As soon as you turn your attention back to Uraume, that’s when you feel it. Long, warm, and wet, something trails the length of your bare back. Letting out a shrill gasp, your eyes widen as you jump, whipping around to face your boyfriend. His stomach mouth is slightly parted as proof of what he's done.

“Sukuna! What the hell?”

The four-armed behemoth is staring down at you, so much smaller than him, with a smirk, nothing short of pleased with himself.

“Why did you lick me?” You shuffle as you attempt to wipe his saliva from the length of your entire back with your robe-covered arm. “So gross…” You mutter to yourself, staring at your wet sleeves.

“Why do you wipe my saliva from your back? You had no complaints when my tongue was between your-”

“Kuna!” You hiss in a scolding tone that Sukuna secretly adores. His smirk grows to a grin as your cheeks visibly heat up. “For a king, you can be such a menace,” you grumble, pleased to see his grin falter at your words. “Cut that out while I’m talking to someone.” You shoot him a pointed glare and it takes every bit of self control he has (that he didn’t have thirty seconds ago) not to toss you over his shoulder and fuck you dumb until you re-learn some manners.

You know Sukuna secretly adores the way you aren’t afraid to put him in his place and you’re sure he did this just to get a rise out of you. You don’t need to know it was just an intrusive thought.

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[kamospeach]

plot: jjk men as sexy biker boys

content warning: freaky deaky choso per usual, standing, exhibitionism, size difference, big ole meanie sukuna, backshots, degradation, praise, famous cocky gojo, second hand embarrassment warning (i cringed), milking, handjob, old soul nanami, praise, missionary, cunnilingus, jealous toji, angry sex, spooning, choking, super slutty geto, gagging, orgasm denial, cum eating

peachy's yap: do y'all like these type of post for my lil ideas that i could see them all in? i was thinking about doing them all as nerds :P

NSFW BELOW

CHOSO .ᐟ

he's defffff the one whose shy and doesn't show his face if you're not with him. he doesn't even like to stop when he's on his bike. girls flocking over asking what kind of bike it is. he would just smile at them and pray they would leave him alone.

but if you were with him???? oh yeah he'd be a fucking show off doing shit he'd never do alone. stopping everywhere so you could get a better look at him in his slutty black compression shirt. going too fast to scare you then console you in a big bad wolf boyfriend typa way.

or when you both go out on a late night ride and he pulls into an eerily empty parking garage. you get scared and ask him 'are you here to kill me'. to which he responds 'if i wanted to kill you i would have done that a long time ago.' but it was worse than death worse than what you could have imagined.

he would fuck you on his bike in PUBLIC. titties hanging out of your shirt bouncing with every rough thrust he gave you. it was embarrassing being fucked out in public where anyone could see. did i mention you're in a parking garage of a mall. there was surely cameras but choso didn't care he just needed to feel you.

your hard nipples pressed against his back the whole ride. he was taking it out on your poor pussy. you knew he loved your titties, you knew he was an tits man and you still came out with no bra. your hands pushed at his midriff that was now showing since the bottom hem of his shirt was inbetween his teeth.

his large veiny hands gripping your waist forgetting about the bike. he picked you up and began to fuck you while he stood. your wet pussy staining his pants but of course he didn't care. and after you came all over his dick you got on your knees like the good slut you were. sucking him off the rest of the way until he painted your face white with his warm milky cum.

SUKUNA .ᐟ

now sukuna? he was the reckless one swerving in and out of cars. he's got into so many accidents your not even sure how he's still alive. it got to the point that you started hiding his keys around the house so he would settle for taking his car. but today he wanted to ride his bike and he was turning the house upside DOWN about them keys.

your closet looked like a tornado went through it, everything was off the hangers and shoes were thrown out. if you didn't know any better you'd think a nic fein was looking for their vape. you were fed up with his obsession to the bike that you confronted him. yelling out his name and stomping down the stairs.

you demanded he tell you why this bike why such a big deal. he rolled his eyes ignoring you as he searched through the kitchen drawers for the keys. you got in his face yelling at him about how dangerous he was. telling him if he maybe didn't hurt himself everytime he rode the bike you wouldn't care.

when sukuna finally did answer it was with a scoff telling you to just give him the keys. then you broke sukuna's only rule for you, which was surprising since he was a stickler for rules. you cussed at him, which you both promised you would never do to each other. you just got angry and yelled 'don't worry about those fucking keys and answer my damn question'.

you were even silent after your outburst it only made sukuna chuckle darkly. he gave you the only punishment he knew would straighten you up. backshots. not just any backshots, merciless, relentless, never ending, sheet gripping backshots. calling you every name in the degradation book as he gripped your wrist behind your back.

fucking his big dick into your needy cunt your pussy squelching as he called you his bitch, slut, whore, and even his fuck toy. he was pissed that you broke his one and only rule. but after you finished and he bred your sweet pussy he held you praising about how well you did. rubbing your sore muscles, the massage almost as orgasmic as the sex you had before. key word: almost.

TOJI .ᐟ

NOW THIS PIECE OF SHIT would say you can't backpack with him. hell no, no way. say he gets hot or your arms around his waist made him feel like a pussy. so he gave you two options either learn how to ride or miss out.

toji FULLY expected you to miss out since you were even too scared to drive your car. but you proved him wrong by telling him you wanted to learn. and he taught you plus your big brother added in some extra lessons teaching you how to be better than toji, specifically. after learning for a year you finally got your license a week before your birthday.

so what did toji do? he bought you a bike, a black one identical to his only different was that yours had subtle girlie decorations. and since you had your own bike you both went out, a lot. but it did not go how toji planned AT ALL.

the men were flocking towards you telling you how attractive it was to see a biker girl. coming over and asking for your number, instagram, snapchat anything they could scrape up. your answer was the same 'nah i have a boyfriend, oh here he comes!'

but as days, weeks, and months went by toji was getting fed up with the men flirting with you. toji didn't want to take it out them he had to seem like a level headed boyfriend. infront of the guys of course, sitting behind you all nonchalant.

but when you got home? he took that anger out on your poor poor pussy. you were laying down expecting to go to sleep until toji got behind you his heavy cock pressed against your ass. whispering in your ear how angry it made him when all the guys lusted over you.

telling you it wasn't your fault and that you were such a good girl for him. you thought to yourself if that was the case why was he fucking you like this. one of your legs lifted and his thick cock stretching you out.

his hips snapped into yours quickly his hands wrapped your throat. he loved the way your moans were broken up by hiccups. the way tears poured out of your eyes from pleasure. he apologized for being a possessive boyfriend all while he fucked you silly.

GETO .ᐟ

he's slutty... but he's not like gojo being cocky and attention seeking. no he's a fucking show off becaus he wants to turn you on. coming out in the TIGHTEST compression shirt he could find. tattoos on full display even the one of your name on his neck.

you'd pout saying you wanted to wear sluttly clothes like him. but he'd be damned if he let you get hurt or scrapped up. so now he had you covered head to toe trying to secure your helmet. you closed his visor messing with him liking when he was mad.

he grabbed your neck squeezing lighting pulling you closer to him. telling you to chill out in his deep sexy voice that turned you on. you both rode around but you were getting bored ready to go home and FUCK. yeah... you could admit you were ready to turn around and go home to get fucked.

playing with him some more you squeezed his man boobies. you did it often so he wasn't surprised but did he like it? no. actually you usually got the same sexy angry tone you got earlier. but this time geto was quiet, not saying anything. he didn't even attempt to move your hands from his pecs.

and silly you, you thought you were off the hook. rubbing his thighs even grazing your acrylic nails over his print. you felt him get hard under your hands. yet again he said nothing nor moving your hands.

off the hook? yeah fucking right, this nigga would have you ass up face down looking into the mirror next to your bed. forcing you to watch yourself get fucked like a toy. you would be screaming loud if you weren't gagged by your panties that geto shoved into your mouth.

and don't even THINK about pushing him or trying to run. your hands were behind your back both of your hands being held by just one of geto's. he had came 2 times and was still making you hold yours.

he didnt want to deny you of an orgasm but you wouldn't apologize. that was all he wanted and he kept telling you that but you didn't care. you weren't sorry, this is what you wanted... well to an extent.

he kept fucking you as tears poured out of your eyes. he kept repeating the same thing 'just apologize and you can cum baby'. he was overstimulated and was ready to stop. but as much as you wanted to cum you wanted geto to tap out first.

unfortunately that wasn't the case, your needy pussy was fluttering around his cock. you were about to cum and you really couldn't hold it this time. so you apologized and as soon as you did he tells you to cum.

your body twitch ass you squirted and soaked the bed. geto pulled out of you telling you to turn around and he came in your mouth as you swallowed all his cum. from that day forward you never purposely aggravated geto AGAIN.

NANAMI .ᐟ

okay here's the gag... he has a harley. yes, a harley. although you both were only in your 20s you had old souls. nanami is def the type to take you to hot august nights an old school car show. you two had been together for years and he'd always had the harley. it was his baby after you of course. okay but hear me out?

you'd get on his harley and take the 20 minute ride to downtown. you'd both sit on his bike watching the cars ride by. eating food and sipping on a lil drank only you though because nanami had to get you both back.

you'd both crack jokes, people watch, and even judge someone else's harley here and there. you were just a old head ass couple doing old head couple shit. until you got a little too tipsy and were ready to go home. he was getting a bit tired too so he agreed to take you home.

and when he did you were on his ass like white on rice practically begging him to please you. although he was tired and was ready for bed he couldn't resist giving you what you wanted. so he ate your dripping wet pussy running his tongue up and down your folds.

he even fingered your pussy while he ate you helping your orgasm come upon you faster. but while doing all this he found himself getting hard. his hips ground against the bed as he indulged in the sweet taste of your cunt.

after he made you cum for the first time he gave in and ended up just fucking you. stuffing you full of him giving you long and slow thrust that surprisingly was enough for you. you both made love that night and you couldn't have asked for anything better.

GOJO .ᐟ

i have no doubt he's the cockiest mf who has a bike. he'd post at least 3 biker thirst traps A DAY to his mainly female fanbase. women fangirling over him in the comments even 50 year old ladies saying if only they were 20 years younger. how'd you get the unlucky pull to be that cocky man's friend with benefits.

backpacking him when he's not making content for his thirsty little fangirls. arms wrapped around his waist as the two of you swerve through traffic. except this time he asked if he could make content with you saying he was getting too much attention.

you called bullshit knowing that gojo was an absolute FEIN for attention. he buttered you up by saying, 'i don't want the attention if it's not from you.’ which you also called bullshit on but he swore up and down it was the truth.

so that's what you were doing today creating content. yes. thirst trap content. your hands splayed over his sickeningly toned abs while he flexed in the camera. you were feeling awkward not really enjoying the performative actions. so you told him that it didn't feel real and explained how you felt.

he offered to cut off the camera and you told him no. it wasn't like you were uncomfortable or anything you liked the idea, it just wasn't authentic. but gojo said he'd cut it off or so you thought. so just like regular the two of you rode around no destination in mind, just having fun.

as the two of you stopped at a light you wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a hug. your hands rub up and down his biceps he smiles under his helmet. he was so happy he had that shit on or the camera would have see the blush he had right now.

he already wanted to be more than friends with you. you guys were always touchy but he never got used to it. you let go of him as the light turned green and at another stop light is when he asked to be more than friends. your jaw was dropped and you were in immense shock.

you didn't say much as gojo took you back to his house. he pulled into the garage cutting the bike off and closing the garage. you both took off your helmets and he looked back at you. he had to double check that you heard him, and you cut him off by kissing him.

somehow someway sometime when you were caught up in his hypnotizing blue eyes. his cock found it's way into your hand and you were milking him dry. his head thrown back on your shoulder as you slowed and fastened your pace. his thighs trembled and his hips bucked into your hand chasing his climax.

when he finally came all on your hand you licked it clean as gojo watched you intently. after everything was all said and done and you went back inside. he ran back to footage realizing he forgot to cut off the camera when you gave him the handjob. he showed you the video and that was how you both ended up deciding to do no face adult videos. (idk that took a turn for me too ngl LMFAO)

[idlescara]

Hi there! How are you?

So with Phainon being introduced recently, I started to become more obsessed with him haha. Could you please write a Phanion x shy male reader fic? I think their relationship dynamic would be funny.

shy shy shy

sypnosis. — ★ you considered yourself blessed that you managed to bag a man like phainon, but you often questioned your love for him when he loves to torment you (lovingly) because of your shy personality.

word count. — ★ 313

warnings. — ★ male reader, established relationship, phainon is a bully but in a loving way, usage of pet names (love), myedi dan heng & caelus (male trailblazer) cameo, angst if you squint

an. — ★ tysm for the request! i hope this meets your expectations <3

“c’mon love, please?” phainon said as he hugged you from behind, his strength overpowering yours as you tried to free yourself from his grasp.

“i said no! now let me go!”

“not letting you go until you agree to go with me.”

you groaned, “you know i don’t do well in crowds, so why do you want me there so bad?”

“because you’re my boyfriend?” he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you sighed, resting your hands on top of his, “is you know who going to be there too?”

“who? myedi?”

“yes, him.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“i still don’t get your problem with him, but i am assuming so.”

you turned in phainon’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, “how bad do you want me to go with you?”

“as bad as dan heng wants caelus.”

you groaned, “why do you want me there that bad? you’d have a much better time without me.”

phainon gasped dramatically, “untrue, you make these events bearable!”

“stop being dramatic, my presence cannot be that life changing.”

“you underestimate me greatly, love.”

you two stood in silence, phainon looking at you with an expectant look in his eyes, making you chew your bottom lip nervously.

“if you really don’t want to do, i won’t force you to.”

“it’s just… there has to be another reason besides liking my presence as to why you want me to go with you so bad.”

he grinned, making you groan. “why do you like tormenting me because of my personality so much?”

“because you’re adorable when you hide behind me as if i’m a shield.”

you pouted, leading phainon to lean down and kiss you, “i can’t help it, i just find everything you do cute.”

“do you want me to break up with you?”

“don’t threaten me with my worst nightmare!”

© idlescara. do not repost, translate, or modify my work.

[ljubimaya]

˙⋆⊹.꒷꒦꒷ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇

SYNOPSIS: Waking up in the pool of your own blood was the worst way for you to wake up to, and just like the start, the day progressed just as terribly. Lucky for you, you have a vampire boyfriend who's more than willing to make the pain go away C/W: afab! reader, vampire! Baji, aged up characters (18+), period and mentions of period symptoms, mention of blood (duh), consumption of blood (duh 2x), cunnilingus during period, a little dubcon-ish at the beginning but reader later on gets into it, a tiny bit of coercion, technically monster fucking, Baji has a long tongue (like fruit bats), established relationship, petnames (baby), not proof read if I missed smth lmk <3333 W/C: 2.9k+ A/N: It's been some time since I wrote something :,) truth be told I wanted to write this during my last period but I physically couldn't bc I was in such pain :,) either way, this is super self-indulgent and inspired by a conversation I had with my lovely friend @avatarofstars. Thank you for being my enabler ily so much <33

It would have been a lie to say things started off innocent- they never do with Baji. 

Cold calloused fingers trace random shapes on your thigh as you sat uncomfortably next to him. You and your boyfriend were wrapped in fluffy blankets, snuggling close to one another as the TV illuminated the dark living room. Fatigued, you laid your head on Baji’s shoulder as you continued watching the movie with him. You were getting tired, especially after the long day you had today. Waking up grumpy and hurting, you found your bed sheets and panties stained with blood. Of course you would get your period unexpectedly after changing the sheets the night prior and wearing your favorite pair of panties to bed. 

For you, the day was already ruined before it even started. Everything else that followed suit could only be described as an unfortunate domino effect: You changed your sheets and frantically searched for any pain meds, resulting in you coming late to work and getting into an argument with your colleague. To make matters worse you were searching for your pain meds for nothing, since you’ve used them all up on your last period and forgot to stock up on them again. And so, you were left to work with no way to alleviate your pain, both physical and mental as the fight with your colleague and the tense atmosphere were only adding to your mental distress. But you pushed through with your day, knowing that after coming home from your hellish day, you would be able to spend the night with your boyfriend. 

Baji could only visit you at night. Being a vampire, the ravenette wouldn’t step outside during day-time, making the darker hours the only times he could spend some time with you. Your undead lover knew what to do when he saw your exhausted self walk through the door: he’d have to help you relax in the best way he could. Thus, the idea of a movie night was born. 

“You tired?” Baji asked softly when you laid your head on his shoulder. You could feel the coldness of his body radiate through his clothes, but you didn’t mind. You grew to love his icy cold skin along with his other unhuman traits. 

“Yeah, kinda” you whimpered as you felt a cramping pain in your abdomen. Unable to move due to the pain spreading to your lower back and legs, you tried to make yourself as comfortable as you could without moving too much “But my body hurts so much, I can’t even fall asleep” 

Baji turned his face to look at you, eyebrows knitted as he eyed your limp form lean against him. You felt the subtle shift of his body, but instead of facing your boyfriend your head remained nestled on his shoulder. He couldn’t see your face, but your tired tone and the overwhelming smell of your blood told him you were beyond spent. 

The ravenette didn’t know much about periods, let alone the pain that comes with it, but he knew enough to understand that this might have been the worst period you have had yet. He couldn’t bear to watch you suffer, to watch you lay still as if life has been drained of you. One part of him wanted to take care of you, to rub your tummy and make sure you get enough rest. 

The other part, the selfish, hungry part, wanted to rip off your shorts and dove his tongue inside your pussy. 

You were too fatigued to even think about the implications of being on your period and Baji, a monster of the night thriving off of blood, being close to you. Dating him meant you were aware of the risks and issues you might run into, and dating you meant he was prepared to keep his hunger at bay as much as he could. But he couldn’t not when your sweet blood was polling between your thighs. The smell was intoxicating Baji’s senses, challenging the man to keep his composure any longer. He would have had a much easier time resisting his primal instincts if his pants hadn’t grown unbearably tight. Maybe a little taste wouldn’t hurt?

“Hmm, I know something that would make you feel much better” Baji whispers into your ear, his voice deep and raspy from his restraint “You just gotta relax and let me work my magic. Can you do that for me?”

The predatory growl did not fly past you; you lightly shuddered when you heard it, suddenly feeling wide awake. Suddenly, you were very aware of who your boyfriend was and what he could do to you. Your stomach twisted in a knot, unable to tell if you were afraid or excited. 

Yet, you pulled yourself together. Maybe he was hinting towards something else, you tried to reason with yourself. Despite your best efforts, you knew your boyfriend too well.

So you swallowed, torn between reason and intuition, torn between fear and lust, mustering up all of your strength to lift your head and look at him. You whimpered as the pain shot through the lower half of your body, having moved your upper body with your head as you gazed into your lover’s eyes. Reddish brown eyes clouded with lust and want stared right back into yours, watching your every move intently. 

“kei, it’s fine really. It’s not my first and definitively not my last period. I’ll just tough it out” You vetoed, even though you wanted to rip your own uterus out. 

Baji scoffed, unwilling to accept your defiance “You don’t sound like you wanna tough it out. You sound like you wanna be taken care off, baby” 

With that, the vampire stood up from the couch and repositioned you gently. More whimpers of pain left your lips, a sweet melody to Baji’s sharp ears. This wasn’t the first time Baji was tasting your blood, far from it. You’d let him feed off of you from time to time whenever he was sure he wouldn’t go overboard and drink too much of your blood. He’s eaten you out plenty of times too, but waiting you out on your period - that would be a first for the both of you. So he’ll make sure to make it an experience of a lifetime. 

“Kei, wait-” you tried to stop him as he yanked your fuzzy blanket away, exposing you to the cool air of your living room. Baji had none of that, he didn’t want to hear any protests from you. The man kneeled down and took your shorts off a little too fast to your liking. 

“Keisuke, you know, maybe some rest would do me much better” You sheepishly murmured, heat shooting up to your face at the sight before you: Baji, on his knees between your thighs, strong hands holding your squirming legs in place, his gaze intense and the outline of his hard cock on his sweatpants….

Your boyfriend could only scoff at you, finding your idea to be not only dumb, but also offensive “Bullshit, baby. Nothing could do you better than me”

Cold lips wandered over your hot skin, seducing you to comply with his demand “C’mon, I just wanna make you feel better” Baji hoarsely, half lying, half telling you the truth. He did want to make the pain go away after all,  but your sweet blood and your cunt were calling to him. And who was he to deny your urges - even when you weren’t fully aware of them?

There was something so hot about Baji this assertive. While the vampire continued giving your inner thighs kisses, you began to wonder if maybe he was onto something. After all, you did have a long day, and you knew of the euphoria inducing bites your lover could give you. Perhaps tongue fucked by your boyfriend would make you feel better. Your gaze met his just as he sunk his canines into your soft flesh. Wimmers and gasps left your lips as Baji began sucking on your skin, letting the blood flood his mouth. You shut your eyes tightly at the sharp pain of his monstrous teeth digging themselves into your tender flesh. The pain faded and morphed into euphoria. 

One bite was all it took for you to take your mind off your abdominal pain, and one bite was all it took to fully break your resolve. 

Your eyes were still shut as you savored the exhilarating feeling you got from your lover’s bite. Baji continued to bite into your thigh, feasting on your blood as his bites trailed closer to your clothed cunt. He stopped, his hunger for your blood seemingly quenched. The man took a good look at your thighs; covered in bite marks, bruises blooming on your skin like wild cornflowers on a field. Truly a sight to behold. 

You were feeling a bit lightheaded. Baji was careful not to take too much blood from you - after all, he had to save room for dessert - but he still fed off you more than he usually would. Not that you could complain, you were no longer in pain and felt more relaxed.

“How are you feeling?” your boyfriend asked while he toyed with the lining of your velvety red panties. Finally, you opened your eyes.

“I’m feeling better now. Much better, actually” you mused “but I feel a bit dizzy, thanks to a certain glutton” you rolled your eyes teasingly and laughed lightly. A smirk formed on Baji’s lips as he heard your little insult, amused by your cheekiness. 

“Ah, I see you’re coherent enough to joke around. Good, means I didn’t take too much blood from you” Baji remarked in a husky tone “But I can make you feel even better. After all, I’m not done feasting on you”

With that, he bit the elastic band of your panty and slowly pulled the flimsy piece of clothing down to your ankles with his teeth, his sharp canines grazing your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you intently watched the erotic scene unfold in front of you. Baji held your gaze the entire, hypnotized by your half lidded eyes and plump lips slightly parting. 

Baji threw your panties to the away, uncaring of where they would land. Opposite to his earlier movements, the vampire forcefully gripped the apex of your thighs and swung your legs over his shoulders. A surprised yelp left your lips as you were being repositioned to sit closer to the edge of the couch. Your back and head hit the backrest of the couch with a light thud. You wanted to glare at him, maybe even tell him to chill out, but the hungry gaze you were met with made you feel weak to your knees. 

Baji was practically on eye level with your cunt. Drenched in your own blood, your pussy looked as delicious as a cake being served on a silver platter to him. Baji licked his canines, licking the remaining droplets of your blood as his gaze switched from your pussy to your face. Despite being practically bare and feeling his icy cold hands gripping your thighs, you felt so damn hot; he made you feel hotter than the sun. 

“You’re not going to refuse me, are you?” He rasps out as he was mere centimeters away from your pussy. The vampire grinned as he saw you shaking your head unabashedly “I need words, baby. Tell me what you want, and don’t take too long to think-”

“I want you to eat me out” You admitted loud and clear, not a trace of shame in your tone or face; no, the way you said it was so bold yet desperate at the same time, as if you were begging him. Perhaps you were begging Baji to tongue fuck you, but your boyfriend saw no need to tease you any further. After all, your wish is his command, and he was aching to taste more of you. 

Baji stuck out his long tongue and lapped at your folds, groaning at the taste of your blood mixed with your arousal. His wet muscle traced your labia before easing inside your wet cavern. The vampire pushed his tongue inside slowly, making sure you were comfortable. His tongue wasn’t in any way thick, just thick enough to not hurt you when he’d thrust it in and out. 

Moans bubbled out your lips as your undead lover took his time tasting you. He savored every thrust, every droplet of your blood, every little sound you made. Baji's nose pressed against your clit as he sunk his tongue deeper between your velvety walls. The tip pressed snug against your g-spot, making your toes curl from sheer pleasure. 

Your eyes pressed shut when you threw your head back, hands finding your lover’s raven hair and grabbing them, pushing his face closer to your aching core. And while Baji loved that you embraced the pleasure, he grew frustrated.  

Reddish brown eyes, half lidded and clouded with lust, watched your trembling form fighting yourself from releasing too soon. He pulled away, making you whine in protest. You looked down on him, eyebrows knitted in confusion and frustration as you managed to stutter out “W-why did you stop all of a sudden?”

Baji’s lower face was covered in your blood, a sight that made you feel excited and hot “I want you to look at me” he breathed out ruggedly, his lips deathly close to your nether lips “Don’t look away when I fuck my tongue into you. Don’t close your eyes, keep them on me” Biting your lower lip, you hesitantly nodded, unsure if you would be able to keep your promise, but God were you determined to keep it. 

So Baji thrusted his tongue back inside, this time a bit more forceful. You yelped at his roughness before your moans of pain soothed into frantic moans of need. You needed him to make you cum, and you needed it to be as hard and nasty as he could give it to you. 

Your fingers raked his hair, pulling on his locks hard when he relentlessly fucked his tongue into your pussy. There was no going slow and sensual anymore as Baji now forced his wet muscle in and out of you as hard and fast as he could. 

Trying to keep eye contact with the ravenette proved to be harder than you had initially expected; his iron grip on your tender skin was painful, his tongue bruised your insides in search of your sweet red nectar and his eyes burned with carnal desire. The way Baji was looking into your eyes felt like a predator looking into its prey’s eyes before eating it alive. A shiver ran down your spine to your clit as he nudged your sensitive bud with his sharp nose, creating a delicious friction that had you seeing stars. 

But you stayed put: you kept on looking back into his eyes even when his tongue grazed your g spot. Once he found your spongy spot there was no going back. The vampire carefully watched your reactions when he pistoned his tongue, always making sure to hit your g spot. Your eyes began to tear up the harder he went on you, your vision became blurry from the pain and pleasure; your lips parted as a string of ‘Oh my God’s, curses and Baji’s name left your mouth like a broken record and your hair was disheveled. The hottest mess Baji has ever seen in his life.

His dick strained painfully against his sweatpants, aching to be let free and sink itself down your throat. But that would be for later, after he has had his fill on you.

“Oh God, Kei” you screamed as you buckled your hips against his face. The tightness in your tummy became overbearing, dulling your sense of shame even more as you unabashedly screamed and begged your boyfriend to make you come. You didn’t care about the thin walls or the noise complaint you’d get in the next morning, brain full of the way his tongue feels inside you. 

Chanting ‘Please, please please please’ as the knot bursted in your tummy, you cried out his name. Your body felt limp after your release, so you fell back, hitting your head and back on the back rest yet again. Panting heavily as you came down from your orgasm, Baji helped you ride your high out before he pulled out his wet muscle from your clenching hole. His grip softened before releasing you, standing up from his kneeling position. 

“Fuck, my knees hurt” Baji groaned as he patted his knees “next time I better get a pillow to kneel on, baby”

“Next time?” you teased breathlessly, smiling at the gruff man once he stood up to his full height. 

“Yeah, next time” Baji replied smugly as he licked off the remainder of your blood away from his lips “I got a taste for you now baby. This will become a monthly routine from now on” 

You hummed at his idea, eyes wandering to his very obvious bulge. Somehow the view alone sent a tingle to your spent pussy. 

Baji wasn’t dumb, he knew you were looking at his cock and he knew you were thinking about the unspeakable things he could do to you with it. A smug smirk crept on his lips as he wiped off the blood on his chin before he stepped closer to the couch. With one movement he had you laid down on the couch, your back on the cushions and your head propped up on the armrest. 

The vampire stood above you, looking down on you as he slowly pulled his sweats down “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn”

[tetta-kissaki]

chifuyu drabble bc the parasites told me to do it <3

chifuyu is sooo needy. it doesn’t matter where he is or who he’s around. he cannot keep his hands off of you.

grocery shopping? he smacks your ass every time you bend over to get something from the bottom shelf. waiting in a line? he’s standing behind you with hid arms around your waist, reaching up and squeezing your tits when no one’s looking at least once. this often ends in public sex, because you just can’t stand to see him waddling around like a fucking loser because his cock is so hard and achy. if he can’t make it to the parking lot to fuck you in his car, he’ll just fuck you in the bathroom.

sometimes when he’s driving home and somehow hasn’t had enough of you, he begs you to take your clothes off in the car. you do it, but it doesn’t last too long. his knuckles turn white as he holds onto the steering wheel for dear life. he’s hard and leaky and it hurts so good. you typically put your clothes back on once he starts paying more attention to you than the road ahead of him and he begins swerving into the other lane.

sometimes when you hang out with chifuyu and his friends at his place, he has you sitting in his lap and god, he just wants to see your tits so fucking bad, and he knows you’re not wearing a bra, so he lifts your shirt up in front of god and everybody (he occasionally does this in public as well). he doesn’t know why he does this to himself. his mouth waters at the sight of your tits and the way your nipples immediately get hard the second they’re exposed, and it takes everything in him to not suck on your tits right then and there. he snaps back to reality when he hears his friends wolf whistling and making comments.

“shut up.,” he huffs, his cheeks flushed as he puts your shirt back down. he doesn’t stop there, though. he hooks his index finger into the collar of your shirt, tugging on it to look down your shirt. he frequently kisses your collarbone as he does so, almost as a thank you for letting him look at you like this.

he loves a cozy hangout session while the guys are over. he’s snuggled up under a soft blanket with you, touching you however he wants to and his friends don’t even know it’s happening- at least, he assumes they don’t know. they see his head on your shoulder and his hands moving underneath the covers, and they hear his heavy, shaky breaths. they exchange looks and hold back their laughter because it’s pathetic, the way he so desperately needs you, but they know they’d be doing the exact same thing if they were him.

chifuyu pouts when he walks in and sees you changing shirts before bed. he only gets to see you in just your panties for a split second before you cover up again? how could you be so mean and do that to him? “what’d you put that on for?,” he frowns. he lays down in the bed and pats the empty space next to him, waiting impatiently for you to fill it.

you lay down and he pulls you close, his bare chest pressed against your back and his legs tangled with yours as he spoons you. he wraps his arms around your waist, toying with the hem of the oversized sleep shirt you’re wearing. he slips his hands underneath the fabric. his hand rests on your stomach at first, then he starts rubbing it after a few minutes. he presses kisses onto the back of your neck as his hand moves higher and higher until your shirt rides up and your tits are out. he falls asleep holding your tits and the next morning, you can feel his hard-on pressed against your ass as he wakes up to the feeling of your hardened nipples under his palms.

[kokonoooi]

》》LOUIS VUITTON HER HUSBAND - hajime kokonoi x black!fem reader

★ ―table of contents

I. paper money.. [☆]

II. like a jellyfish..

III. drag me under..

IV. time not to be wasted..

V. louis vuitton her husband..

➛ syn: kokonoi x black!stripper! reader. the haitanis are sent out of the country on an assignment for mikey, leaving kokonoi in charge of their most popular strip club where a mysterious new dancer has just been hired..

inspired by ➛ this.

➛overall warnings: language, mentions of nudity, mentions of illegal activities, explicit sexual content. more tbd. minors/blank/ageless dni.

➛chapter warning(s): language, mentions of female nudity. not much happens this chapter (it's only the intro🤭)

➛wc: 2.4k

This was definitely something Kokonoi wasn’t used to…

He’d much rather be back at Bonten’s headquarters, squared away at his desk with his laptop and a steaming cup of coffee or tea, but no–

Mikey had sent Ran and Rindou out of Japan on what he called ‘essential international business’, and who did the brothers decide to leave in charge of their beloved strip club?

Why, him, of course.

Not that Koko wasn’t a good fit for the job — no, quite the contrary. Having graduated from one of Tokyo’s most prestigious business schools (paid for with blood money from Bonten, of course), he was the most logical and obvious choice to oversee the affairs of the club while the Haitanis were away.

So that’s what brought the white-haired man here tonight. It would be his first night managing the club, making sure all the dancers were taken care of and that no drama was occurring. 

If there was drama, then there was bullshit; if there was bullshit, then money wasn’t being made.

And that’s one thing that Kokonoi would not let happen under any circumstances.

“Good evening, sir. Please, go right this way to the office. You can get set up there before the first set of the night.” The doorman spoke to Koko, who in turn nodded without a word as he was led to the ornate elevator that would take him to the top floor of the club.

The top floor was where the Haitanis’ offices were located, but Koko would have his own office during his stint as club manager.

“I can take it from here, thanks.” He spoke to the doorman, who immediately bowed and left the room, going back towards the elevator and the lower level of the club to resume his duties.

The entire office was decorated ornately with black leather furniture, polished black marble tables, and various live plants tucked into each corner of the room. A full bar sat against one wall, stocked with numerous bottles of alcohol, water, tea, and soda.

‘I’ll be partaking in that a bit later,’ Koko chuckled to himself as he situated himself behind the large oak desk and took out his laptop. A small remote sat atop the desk, which he assumed controlled the large TV monitor in front of him.

Upon pressing the large red button at the top, the screen flicked on and he was presented with a view of the entire club.

“Convenient.” 

With the press of a few buttons, he had already learned how to zoom, pan, enlarge, and minimize each screen. 

Kokonoi continued playing with the buttons on the remote until a particular sight caught his eye:

The hallway outside the strippers’ dressing room.

Squinting his almond-shaped eyes, Koko pressed the button to zoom in to a still-shot of one of the dancers leaving the room and making her way out into the hallway.

He’d been to every one of the Haitanis’ club several times over, watched many women dance on stage and thrown money on them, but he would for sure have remembered a body shaped like yours.

You were dressed in a black, hip-length trenchcoat with the ties dragging behind you on the floor. He could see just a sliver of the diamond-encrusted thong you were wearing, the sparkly gems highlighting the curves of your voluptuous behind.

“Goddamn.”

The word left his slightly parted lips before he could think about it.

Not only did you have the roundest, juiciest ass he’d ever seen (and he’d seen a LOT of asses), the swagger in your walk let him know that you meant business.

And he couldn't be more correct.

As these titillating thoughts traveled through his mind, the bleached-haired male had failed to realize that your form was no longer visible on the camera. 

The loud thump of heavy bass music shook the bottom floor of the club, and the DJ’s voice came over the loudspeakers, introducing one of the club’s newest acts:

Diamond.

____________

  ‘Ask around about her

  She don’t get emotional

   Kill off all her feelings

      That’s why she ain’t approachable’

____________

A Few Moments Earlier…

Seated at your vanity halfway towards the back of the large dressing room (that was really more like a miniature luxury hotel suite), you calmly brushed your hair while two dancers argued back and forth over - who really knew? 

Oh, one girl was claiming that the other had stolen her money and now she wanted to fight. Titties hanging out and all, she continued getting all up in the girl’s face, pointing her long nail right between the girl’s eyes.

“Diamond, you always act all nonchalant ‘bout everythang. You know that hoe wrong as fuck for that!” Another dancer instigated, trying to get you involved in the mess unfolding before you.

What other way was there for you to act? You were here for one reason and one reason only:

To get paid.

When the Haitanis hired you, they made it crystal clear what your purpose here was: to look good, raise dicks, and make them money. Some of the girls just thought that you were a little too good at what you did.

So good, that many of them accused you of fucking the Haitanis on the side for extra money.

Like a duck with water, you just let their comments roll off your back. You were doing what you had to do to survive, so you didn’t care if you made friends here. Most of these bitches were two-timing and fake as hell anyway.

You didn’t respond to the random girl’s comment, only slipped your arms through the sleeves of your coat and stood from your chair. Your set was to start in a few minutes, so you had no time to waste on their frivolous argument.

“That ain’t got shit to do with me.”

The click of your heels on the cold, marble floor echoed in the room as everyone suddenly got quiet. You always elicited that type of response whenever you spoke, because you hardly did.

A goal was set in your mind when you applied to work at this club, and you’d do everything in your power to achieve it.

The two girls that were arguing (or the one girl who was arguing by herself) moved out of your way so you could leave the dressing room, surprised expressions on their faces. Clearly they were used to the attention that petty drama would bring, but you really couldn’t care less what they did.

As you approached the stage, bright, white spotlights flickered on, following you up to the pole.

“Now introducing the newest addition to our late-night, grown and sexy set - Diamond!”

Cheers erupted around the floor as the music started. You took hold of the pole with one hand, slowly walking around it, sliding your black-gloved hands up its smooth, slippery surface.

Wrapping one leg around it, your swung your body around, and using one hand you continued to twist around until you had climbed to the very top of the pole. 

The diamonds in your black cateye mask glittered under the lights. Gripping the pole with both hands, you threw your head back, your long black ponytail falling beneath you like a tail as you spread your legs into a ‘V’ shape and slowly lowered yourself to the floor.

Your brown eyes scanned the crowd as you dropped to your knees, crawling across the floor where bills had already begun to scatter. The faces of the usual club patrons stared back at you, their eyes full of unbridled lust as they ached for you to get close enough for them to stuff dollars into your thong.

Smiling slyly, you wagged your gloved finger at them before strutting back to the pole, letting your trench coat drop onto the floor to reveal your black thong bikini, a strip of diamonds embedded into the crack of your ass.

Bending over to touch your toes, your hair swished against the floor before you grabbed the bottom of the pole, swinging your legs up and twisting your body around. Your breasts lay against your chest beautifully, brown nipples covered by black heart-shaped pasties with diamond tassels hanging from them.

____________

‘Okay ‘lil mama had a swag like mine,

      She even wear her hair down her back like mine..’

____________

“Thank you.”

Kokonoi nodded at the bottle girl that brought over an ice-filled bucket with his choice of champagne. On nights like this after a particularly long meeting with Bonten’s investors, he’d opt for a few shots of hard liquor, but tonight he wanted to stay sober for this particular act.

There she was, the girl from the security cam footage right in front of him. 

You were even more beautiful in person, the way the lights highlighted your silky-looking brown skin, making the white diamonds contrast so perfectly against the melanated tone.

Koko pushed a handful of his platinum-white hair behind his shoulder, the black ink of the Bonten tattoo imprinted on his scalp standing out against the bleached strands.

He idly swirled his glass of champagne around, the stem clutched between two long and scrawny fingers as he observed the woman dancing on stage.

Finally, he dipped a ring-covered pinky between his lower lip and bottom row of teeth, slipping the 24-karat white gold and diamond-encrusted grill out of his mouth and setting it on a napkin imprinted with the Haitanis’ club logo. 

He took a long sip of his champagne, dark brown eyes travelling over every inch of your figure as your body swayed seductively to the music, your best assets out on display right in front of him.

As if you were dancing just for him.

Reaching into the pocket of his black tailored suit jacket, he produced a wad of crisp bills and used his fingers to peel a couple off.

The stage was slowly becoming covered in currency notes - most of them Japanese yen, but many were also American dollars, since many girls that were hired here came from the States.

Ran Haitani had an eye for exotic-looking women; the club was filled with girls from many different ethnic backgrounds, a rainbow of colors to fit anyone’s preferences.

Kokonoi finished off the last splash of champagne in his glass and leaned forward, tossing the bills onto the stage in front of him. His deep-slanted eyes studied you hard, attempting to catch your attention so you’d come over to him.

____________

On stage, you could feel a domineering presence over you as you ground your body against the pole and over the floor, rolling over the steadily growing pile of money that would be all yours once you finished.

Your right palm began to itch with the urge to count the money, but you still had a few moments left in the song.

The feeling of being watched followed you around the stage, eyes that you hadn’t yet seen raking over your body and drinking in every dip and curve of your exposed form.

Feelings of shame and vulnerability had long left you since you began dancing - now you reveled in the attention that you received from the club patrons.

Out of the corner of your eye, a blot of white moved towards you and before you knew it, a man with long, snow-colored hair was tossing money onto your stage.

He was dressed in a very expensive designer suit, tailored to perfection with diamond cufflinks set at his wrists. His hair fell around his shoulders and down his back like a pristine cape of glittering pale silk.

He was, dare you say it, ethereal. The most attractive man you’d ever seen, and the Haitanis weren’t nothing to sneeze at themselves.

This man, though, his aura exuded something more mature and sophisticated than the playful brothers that you’d come to know as your bosses.

You naturally gravitated towards him, crawling on your knees like a cat on the prowl. 

His table was situated right at the end of your stage - if you leaned your head down, you’d be face to face with the mysterious man.

Big brown eyes peered out of the eyeholes of your mask as he reclined back in his seat, a confident smirk set across his handsomely effeminate features. 

Long, black eyelashes laid across half-lidded almond-shaped brown eyes. A diamond-shaped jawline extended into the smooth curve of his neck, his light-colored skin paled against the dark fabric of his suit.

He had to be someone of great importance, because only valued patrons (those with the most money) and Bonten’s executives could sit that close to the stage.

And that’s when you saw it - the unmistakable tattoo of the criminal organization, the same one that belonged to your employers, tattooed right against the man’s temple.

As your song ended, bouncers rushed onto the stage with black bags to gather the money that had accrued during your set. You carefully backed away on your knees before you stood up and gathered your black coat, shooting one last glance towards the man before you exited the stage.

Leaving a sea of paper money in your wake.

____________

‘Give it up for Diamond everybody!’

The DJ’s voice sounded far away to Koko as he exited the club floor. More loud applause erupted for the woman, whom he saw leave the stage and disappear into the back hallway where the locker rooms were.

He was going to catch you before you could leave.

A pathway was made so the Bonten executive could maneuver his way back to the elevators that would take him to any level of the club that he desired.

An elevator operator stood poised at the doors to the machine, positioned to greet the man as he approached. 

Koko grabbed hold of his shoulder, briefly shocking the man whose countenance turned from one of professionalism to slight fear at the harsh grip that Koko held him with.

“I need you to find a girl for me. Have one of the bouncers send her to one of the empty VIP rooms to wait for me.”

The operator visibly relaxed, thankful that he hadn’t somehow incurred the wrath of the powerful man in front of him.

“Y-y-es sir! Right away! Which girl would you like me to tell them to send up, sir?”

A moment of silence before a flash of something mischievous crossed over Koko’s eyes. He relaxed his grip on the man’s shoulder and moved to step into the open elevator. With his back to the operator, he uttered the name of the woman that managed to capture his interest and attention:

“...Diamond.” 

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◇ taglist. ◇ ao3. thanks to @ranspuppy & @prncessrindou for beta reading this for me! xo

©kokonooi. do not repost or plagiarize my works.

[bleach-your-panties]

1-800 D!CK-DA§H ... × 📞

ft. none other than, who else, but the golden mf trio (renji, izuru, shuhei) + kensei lol. creds to @sacredwarrior88 for the concept!

cw for entire work: fem reader, modern au, explicit sexual content (you literally called a 'dick-for-order' hotline), explicit language, pet names, oral (f! & m! giving/receiving), creampies, cumshots, + MUCH MORE. read at own discretion. individual scenarios + a gangbang at the end. the receptionist is so done with life LOL.

wc: 1.5k

menu: 💨 1. 💨2. 💨3. 💨4. 💨bonus

"Hello and thank you for choosing Dick Dash. My name is Shinji; so, what's your type?"

You had to press your free hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh - when your friend Mashiro told you about this, you honestly thought she was joking.

A point was made in your late-night girl talk about the guys at your university being lackluster in the bedroom and being too lazy to satisfy a woman properly.

"U-uhh, my type?" You stuttered dumbly, "you mean like -"

"Dick size, pubic hair, circumsised-"

You cut him off abruptly, "Oh wow, this is kind of embarrassing."

On the other end, Shinji rolls his eyes. He sat up straighter in his chair and removed the toothpick from his mouth.

"And calling a dick hotline in the first place isn't? Come on; I don't have all day, sweetheart."

'Okay, attitude.'

You let out a huffed breath. "Alright, Shinji, I'd like to place an order: "

"-lots of tattoos, dick length 8.5-9 inches, circumcised, good stamina, and cums A LOT."

Your cheeks were absolutely enflamed as you relayed your request to the stranger over the phone.

"My, that's a tall order," Shinji smirked, "I have just the person for you, doll. He'll be right over. Thank you for choosing Dick Dash!"

And he hung up right in your face.

As soon as the phone call ended, your palms began to sweat.

Were you really that desperate for decent dick to go and blindly order it off the phone like you were simply ordering a pizza?

Nervously, you began to pace around your living room, your hands continuously running over your jeans to eliminate the moisture from your palms.

Ding dong.

Well, you're about to get the answer to that question.

You stood on your tip-toes to look out of the peephole. All you could see was...red.

You unlatched the door and a tall, redheaded male - covered in tattoos, just as you'd asked - stepped over the threshold.

His hair almost matched the color of the red polo shirt that he had on.

A giggle bubbled up in your throat at the fact that they had an actual uniform and everything: red polo, black pants, black belt, and a cap with 'DD' in black lettering across the bill.

"Hey cutie, I'm Renji. You called for me?"

Renji had a cocky confident smirk set across his lips.

Then he started unbuckling his belt.

Your eyes blew wide. "W-wait, you mean we do it right now?!"

Renji shrugged, "I mean...I can wait. Just keep in mind that I get paid per 15-minute interval."

"Oh! Well, that's fine then."

For the first thirty minutes, the two of you just talked. Renji was pretty down-to-earth and funny, in all actuality.

You had tears in your eyes from the stupid jokes that he was telling you.

Now those same tears stung your eyes as you kneeled on the carpeted floor of your living room, your knees getting rug burns as Renji fucked your mouth.

"Just like that, baby. Remember to breathe through your nose. Atta girl.." His thighs clenched when you laved your tongue over his balls, right up through the seam separating them.

Heavy, rough hands pressed down further on your shoulders as Renji groaned loudly with his head thrown back.

His cap rested on the arm of your couch and the hair tie that had been holding his hair up had broken earlier due to his rough thrusting. A few maroon-red hair strands lay slicked against his forehead while the rest cascaded down his back.

The feeling of Renji's cock nestled deep in your esophagus had your pussy running rivers onto the soft beige material beneath you, and even more so when he reached down to rub a calloused thumb against your sensitive button.

Your knees shivered and your stomach buckled in, orgasm washing over you in undulating waves.

"Damn babe, you cum just from sucking cock?" His chuckle was strained and throaty as he moved to stroke his fingers over your dripping cunt before pushing two inside.

"Ohh!"

Renji began fingering your pussy at an insane pace that had your toes curling and tears trickling down your face like a fountain.

You placed your hands on his thighs to try and push back from him but he moved his free hand to take a fierce hold of your hair.

"Nuh uh. Take it. Take it and keep my dick in your mouth while you do."

You did as you were told, but it was a struggle. His heavy balls slapped against your neck while pre-cum and saliva dribbled down the sides of your mouth, coating them.

"Fuck! Gunna cum, gunna cum, gunna cum - oh shitttt." A steady stream of ejaculate shot into your mouth - warm and salty - and you gulped it all up like a greedy whore.

Renji held you by the back of the neck and slowly pulled you off of his dick with a soft 'plop'.

"Fuck, that's a talented mouth you have there, babe. Now, how do you want it?"

You weren’t so hesitant with your requests now.

"Rough. From the back."

"Nasty," Renji smirked, "bend over."

Your aching knees screamed at you as you then planted them into the rough fabric of the couch.

"Arch f' me, baby."

His hands smoothed over the globes of your ass before he smacked each one, enjoying the way the flesh jiggled beneath his large hands.

Hiking one foot up on the couch and taking his heavy dick in one hand, Renji teased you by sliding the head against your puffy clit.

"Please Ren...put it in.."

"Giving me a nickname already, sweetheart? I must be doing something right."

You were about to ask again when he thrust upwards, then dragged the head through your slippery folds until he was slipping inside your hole.

"Oh God.."

Your head dropped to your hands that were gripping the back of the couch in earnest.

Renji was long and thick; the veins trailing up and down his cock massaged your walls with delicious friction.

"Feeling good, baby girl?" He pressed you into a deeper arch and your mouth fell open.

“Y-y-y-” You struggled, stuck on the first letter of the word. Renji chuckled and smacked your ass, jiggling the flesh in his palm.

His brown eyes were transfixed on how his dick was moving in and out of your pussy, your juices covering his length leaving a silky, translucent sheen up to his base and smearing into his red pubes.

“Damn, pretty. Good pussy like this shouldn’t have to order dick. If you were my girl, I’d fuck you good every night.”

Renji’s large hand cupped your ass cheek, spreading you open wider to take more of his thick length, which left you howling. He wasn’t even going that fast, but he was so thick that he could reach all your spots with a few deep strokes.

“You stopped talking to me, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell Ren how good it feels, yeah?”

He sped up his pace, thrusting harder and directly into your G-spot, making you scream out his name in pure bliss.

“Renji!”

Said redhead hummed, moving the fingers of his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it vigorously side to side as his thrusting never slowed. Using his upper body, he pressed you further into the couch cushions. 

The entire couch banged against the wall from the sheer force of his thrusts. Your neighbors might have something to say about that..

“Renji, please..! I’m going to c-cum!”

You had never felt anything like this in your young adult life. Seems that the guys on your campus really didn’t know how to fuck.

“Go ahead, pretty. Make my day and cum all over this dick.”

Strands of his lustrous, dark red hair stuck against your back as your orgasm hit you like a crashing wave, but Renji didn’t stop thrusting; in fact, his thrusts got even faster.

“W-wait!”

There was no waiting when Renji was focused, and right now his focus was getting a second release out of you on top of his own.

“What are we waiting for, pretty? This is what you ordered, right? Come on, you didn’t think I was done that quick, did you?” 

The smirk in his voice was evident as the sly redheaded male quite literally fucked you into the couch. With one tattooed arm wrapped around your middle while the fingers of the other toyed with your sensitive clit, you could feel that same feeling bubbling up in your stomach once again, but more intense.

“Go ahead, and let go for me, babe - oh, holy shit - !”

Renji’s rough, calloused fingers stroking your clit like guitar strings paired with his rough, rhythmic thrusting caused a stream of liquid to gush from your pussy and soak the cushions of the couch. Good thing you lived alone…

Your squirting triggered his orgasm and the redhead pulled out just in time to spray his cum across your plump ass cheeks, some of the white strands hitting your upper back and even landing in your hair.

“Good girl…” He cooed, patting you on the butt affectionately as he climbed off of you and headed to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up with.

Meanwhile, you lay flat on your belly in the wet spot, attempting to catch your breath.

Renji had righted himself, looking exactly how he did when he first entered your apartment, smirk included.

After paying, you gave an awkward smile and walked him out so he could return to his shift. The thought of him seeing other girls made you just the teensiest bit jealous, but what could you do?

Turning to walk back inside, you heard a soft crinkle of paper in the back pocket of your jeans. Upon reaching into the pocket, you’d pull out a crumpled note:

‘Think I might call in sick for the rest of the day. Only thing that’ll make me feel better is a 2nd round ;)’

[vxnusorbit]

now your mouth is moving, cinematic timing —

winter. she/her. 18+. agere & selfship friendly.

you pull me in and touch my neck, and now i'm dying.

occasional writing for genshin and hsr. minors dni with nsfw. reqs closed.

you should be mine for life,

rules. byf/dni. m.list. selfships. tags.

i'll be signing every dotted line.

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© vxnusorbit. do not plagiarise, repost, or feed to ai in part or whole.

[nerdy-willowsthetic]

──★TEACHER'S PET. ﹙JAZZYGUNS ﹚

— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.

──★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢�� 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲. ──★ 𝐜𝐰 : 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐰𝐥𝐰.

just thinking about tutoring jasmine who looks like a complete nerd with her hoodie and thick glasses and soft spoken voice until she has you bent over the table at library with her long thin fingers inside your cunt.

your body jolted and twitched with each thrust as jasmine ramming into your g-spot.

"don't make too much noise now." she leaned over and whispered. "you don't wanna see me fail right?"

through cries and whimpers you tried to explain to jasmine what steps she needed to do but she didn't listen nor did she care.

actually, she knew everything that you were talking about. she was very intelligent and scored high grades. so, why did she ask you to tutor her?

i'm not sure why, but she is enjoying this session.

"oh? are you gonna cum for me?" she flipped you around on the table and got on her knees.

"hold it for me. i'm not done yet..." jasmine fondly smiled as she began to tenderly lick and kissed your wet pussy.

with all the might you've got, you attempt not to make too much noise but a few moans and grunts would escape.

jasmine looked at you annoyed "the hell are you so loud for?" a small smirk would appear "you never had a woman please you like this?"

"s-sh-shut up–!" you growled.

jasmine laughed and went back but stopped when thick cum began to ooze from your twitching pussy.

her gaze was sharp "you just couldn't hold it in, huh?" she stood up and fixed her glasses. "it's been a pleasure doing this session with you, i've learned so much. maybe next time we could some tools.."

ִֶָ𓂃　࣪˖　ִֶָｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ　ｂｙ　ｗｉｌｌｏｗ．　་༘࿐

[comphy-and-cozy]

Homecoming: Crush

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) x Mikko Rantanen

Summary: JT’s first time back in Denver after signing in Detroit was always going to be memorable, but with the help of a friend, you make it a night he'll never forget. Read @senditcolton's sister fic, Homecoming: Craving, here.

Word Count: 8.6K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, mild degradation, dirty talk. You know, the usual.

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Leaving Colorado was bittersweet. Denver had been home for years; it was the city you first lived on your own, made new friends, and started your career. It was also where you met JT, fell in love with him, and watched him achieve his dreams of playing in the NHL and, ultimately, winning a Stanley Cup. But when his time wearing an Avalanche jersey came to an end, you were equally excited and hopeful for your future in Detroit. 

The part that was entirely bitter was saying goodbye to your friends that would no longer be just down the road, but instead halfway across the country. Your memories of your last few weeks in Denver were happy, but lined with tears as you bid a see you later to them all.

Meanwhile, your first few weeks in Detroit were layered with excitement of exploring a new city, meeting some of JT’s new (and old) teammates, and getting settled into your new apartment. It was fun to do it with him, turning a new city into a home, and as you grew more comfortable with the change, the people, your new life, you found yourself even more certain that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him by your side.

The date of his return to Colorado has been circled on your calendar since the season started. JT was grateful to have ample time to adjust to life in a new city, on a new team, being the ‘new guy’ for the first time in a long time, before going back to his former home and being exposed to all of the memories and feelings that Denver dredged up. But now that the date looms nearer, there’s a slight flutter of nerves and anticipation that hangs in the air. JT seems to be ignoring it, so you do, too.

So, needless to say, the last thing you expect to come out of his mouth is a proposal gauging your interest in having a threesome with one of his former teammates.

‘Surprise’ is putting it lightly, and you don’t even know where to begin with the millions of questions running through your head, so you start simple. “You’d… you’d like that?”

Heat flares in his eyes and his jaw ticks. “I can’t even begin to describe what watching you get fucked would do to me.”

The bluntness of his words causes warmth to flood through your body in an instant, a low pulse beginning to throb between your legs. You clear your throat. “Did you… have someone in mind?”

A glimmer of amusement shines in his eyes, his lips curling up ever so slightly. “Did you?”

You swallow thickly, heart ticking wildly in your throat under his knowing gaze. The weight of it makes you look away, suddenly very interested in the grain of the hardwood floor beneath your feet. You couldn’t deny the flash of blue eyes, the sound of a deep laugh that echoed through your mind when he’d posed the question…

Chewing on your lip, you try to build up the courage to speak, but the nerves stop your voice from coming out. JT steps closer to you, tilting your chin up with his finger so he can look you in the eye. 

“I’m not going to be mad,” he says softly, and the sincerity in his voice makes you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. His eyes are gentle and warm. “I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t okay with it. I want to know. Want this, if you do.”

You fidget on your feet. Something about it feels so… wrong. Taboo. But you can’t ignore the flash of excitement, the flutter of anticipation at the prospect. Sometimes it’s fun to be wrong. “Are you sure?”

A small smile plays at his mouth, and he moves his hand to interlace his fingers with yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. You smile back, heart warm at the tender action. But then he brings your joined hands down, pressing your palm against the very hard appendage beneath his zipper. “What do you think?”

Oh.

The twitch beneath your touch is all you need to convince you to share the name that’s resting on your tongue.

“...Mikko?” It slips out, quiet, lilted at the end as if it’s a question.

His smile is slow, flickering at the corner of his mouth before it grows into something more broad. “Should’ve known.”

Three weeks later, you find yourself standing in the middle of an ornate hotel room, with a luxurious-looking sofa, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the mountains, and sleek, modern furniture. In the center of the large bedroom is a king-sized bed with crisp white linens, so pristine you’re almost afraid to sit on it. 

JT had insisted on splurging for a room at the Four Seasons as a way to show appreciation for you flying all the way to Denver to support him; he said if he got the red carpet rolled out for him, then you deserved it, too. You suspect that your extra guest was also a factor in the room selection, like you’re a piece of high, fine art that ought to be enjoyed in a beautiful setting.

You’ve got an Avalanche jersey on, the white #37 proud on your back underneath his nameplate, an obvious claim to who you belong to. Underneath is the lingerie JT bought you special for the occasion—pretty lace encasing your body like a beautifully wrapped present. High, fine art.

Nerves course through you, the cocktail you had at the game not quite enough to protect you from the rapid pulse fluttering in your throat when a knock sounds at the door. Your boyfriend looks at you, silently gauging, confirming you’re still comfortable with the plan. Steeling yourself, you suck in a deep breath and nod.

JT smiles, pressing a kiss against your lips and offering an encouraging squeeze of your hand before moving to answer the door. As it swings open, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of Mikko standing in the hallway, hair damp from his shower. He either ditched his suit or stopped at home to change, now sporting expensive-looking black sweatpants and a hoodie. Even before he steps in the room, his figure is looming; large, broad, towering over your boyfriend, who is already significantly taller than you.

The Finn greets JT first, a grin blooming on his face as he claps his hand and leans in for a hug. “Sorry about the game, brother.”

With a wave of his hand, JT brushes it off. The Red Wings had lost 7-2, and although you know it’d have been much sweeter to win, he says, “Just glad to be back. Feels weird being here.”

“Feels weird that you’re here as a visitor,” Mikko comments, wrinkling his nose at the sentiment. JT nods in agreement, no further statement needed. 

Russet eyes flick to yours, and you watch the smile curl up on his face. “Since you’re hosting, I brought you a gift this time.”

You feel Mikko’s gaze shift to you, and you’re patient in the way your eyes blink over to him, offering a small smile. “Hi, Mikko. It’s good to see you.”

A glimmer of heat flares in his eyes. “It’s good to see you too.”

JT stifles a chuckle. Crossing the room, you go to hug Mikko, warmth coursing through your body when his arms wrap around you. All at once, the sheer size of him hits you, and you feel the way your pussy practically purrs for it.

You pull away, and the tension in the room turns thick, almost tangible, when you look into his eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you pray that he can’t hear the thud of it the way you can. 

“You sure you want this?” Mikko murmurs, hand raising like he wants to caress your face, but he stops himself to make sure you’re really good.

“Always had a crush on you,” you whisper with a smile. You’re not confident in the strength of your voice. 

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and the glitter returns to his eyes as he steps in closer to you. His lips are inches away from yours, your breath frozen in your lungs. “Oh yeah?”

JT’s amused huff behind you offers a gentle encouragement and a surge of confidence washes over you as you let your eyes trail over Mikko’s large frame, over his broad shoulders, his defined chest, the thick thighs that you know could easily crush you. For a moment, you let yourself think all of the filthy, carnal thoughts that have flashed through your mind every time you see him. “Couldn’t help it. You’re so… big.”

His smirk widens, smug and dripping with an air of cocky confidence. It’s always been just a part of life, his intimidating size, but the way you’re devouring him with your heated gaze has him appreciating it in an entirely different light. 

“Baby, you’re drooling and no one’s even taken their clothes off yet,” JT says with a chuckle, and his words have you imagining exactly what Mikko might look like when he does, in fact, remove his clothes. Or maybe he’ll let you do that for him.

“Can you blame me?” you ask.

Mikko’s eyes roam too, lingering over the logo on your chest, though you have a feeling he’s imagining what it’ll look like without the jersey covering your body. 

“I always had a thing for you, too,” he confesses at last. “Always told Comph he had the hottest girl.”

Your heart flutters at the compliment, and your eyes flick to JT’s in surprise. How come he’d never told you? 

“Couldn’t have you running off to be with Mikko. Wanted to have you all to myself,” your boyfriend admits with a smile. “He’s less of a threat now that we’re in different cities.”

At his words, Mikko grins before leaning in to kiss you, almost like he was waiting for a silent permission from JT to touch you; he hovers mere inches away from your face, giving you the choice to change your mind or close the gap. 

It’s a no brainer to meet his mouth with yours. His lips are warm, soft, his fingers sliding into your hair, and you can’t help but sink into him. Your own find purchase on his biceps, strong and huge beneath your fingertips, your knees wobbling slightly when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Kissing Mikko is easy. It’s no wonder JT was cautious. 

Mikko’s hands begin an adventure roaming your back, warming you up to his touch, before he’s reaching behind you to cup your ass with a firm grip. JT’s breathing is ragged, but you can’t tear yourself away from Mikko’s lips to glance at him. It’s only when he pulls away for air that you look at your boyfriend, wings beating in your belly when you see his flushed cheeks and dark eyes. There’s an obvious tent in his pants; you resist the urge to tease him. 

“Comph told me about how good you are with your mouth,” Mikko says, voice husky, like he feels exactly how JT looks. He drags a thumb along your bottom lip, and you let the tip of it dip just past the seam of your mouth. Beside you, JT groans, and the sound encourages you as you slowly slink to your knees in front of Mikko.

“Do you want to see for yourself?”

He sucks in a breath, watching when you reach up to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. Already, he’s hard, and you can’t help but wrap your hand around him—or, try to—over his boxer briefs. He’s firm and warm beneath your hand, and your pussy throbs when you imagine what he’ll feel like inside of you.

You help Mikko divest himself of his pants, kicked to the side while JT takes a seat in the armchair beside you. A glance at him, melting under his smoldering gaze before you’re leaning forward to press your lips against the firm muscle of his quad. He hums, then stifles a chuckle when your teeth bite into his skin gently. 

If you could, you’d spend an hour marking up his thighs, but your attention is drawn back to the erection bobbing above you. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you see the smirk grow on Mikko’s face before you take his tip into your mouth. He curses when your tongue laps at the beaded liquid at the tip, slowly allowing more of his length to slip into your mouth. 

“Fuck, JT wasn’t lying about your mouth, sweetheart,” he groans. JT hums, pleased at the assessment. Part of you wonders exactly what he’d shared with Mikko—and if he’d ever shared with anyone else.

You work Mikko’s cock between your lips, bobbing your head over him with wet, sloppy movements. His hands clench at his sides, an effort to keep from burying them in your hair and fucking your face. Not that you’d mind.

“C’mon, baby, show him how good your throat is,” comes JT’s low murmur of encouragement. “Y’look so pretty when your face is stuffed with cock.”

Inching forward, you take more of him, bit by bit, until he’s brushing at the back of your throat. His hips strain with the effort of resisting bucking into your mouth, mumbling what you presume to be curses in Finnish.

Obediently, you blink up at Mikko to let him know you approve of the way his hips slowly press forward, the head of his dick slipping further down your throat. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as he pulses ever so slightly in and out of your mouth.

Quiet curses sound from both men, eyes glued to the way your lips look wrapped around Mikko’s considerable length. You feel another flutter between your thighs, the feeling encouraging the slow stroke of your tongue on the underside of his length. Thick fingers caress your hairline, tucking a handful of it behind your shoulders and out of the way.

“That’s it,” Mikko groans, the low rumble of approval deep in his chest before his head tilts back. “Her mouth—so fucking good, Comph.”

Though he’s talking to your boyfriend, your heart flutters with the praise, and you become determined to hear more of it, to pull more of it from his throat alongside the guttural groans. A deep breath precedes the slackening of your jaw, opening wider to accept him until your lips nestle in the trimmed curls at the base of Mikko’s pelvis. Distantly, you wonder if he landscaped just for you.

“Vitun iso,” Mikko exclaims, pulling himself out of your mouth quickly. The action earns a splutter from you, a gush of saliva and precum spilling out of your mouth at the sudden absence. “You’re gonna make me come and I haven’t even gotten to fuck you yet.”

Coyly, you look up at him, as if you hadn’t been sucking his lights out moments prior. “I like it when you speak Finnish.”

Flames lick in his eyes and he smiles down at you. You lick your lips, a weak attempt at tidying up what you know is a disheveled appearance. But instead of stopping, you lean forward and let your lips press against Mikko’s balls, letting your tongue flatten as it glides along them. He stutters, and so does JT, Mikko’s hands flying back into your hair. 

“Perkele—no, no, baby, y’gotta stop ‘cause I really wanna fuck you.”

Though it takes everything in you to stop, you do, tearing yourself away from his length. Your gaze trails over it, hard and wet and huge, and you lick your lips when you once again envision what it’ll feel like pressing into your wanton, waiting core. Mikko notices, observes the hungry way you watch him, a devilish smirk forming on his face.

“C’mere,” JT murmurs, hand gently nudging at your shoulder as he offers a hand to help you stand. His expression is warm as he looks at you, admiring the sheen on your swollen lips, the watery line of your eyes, gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you softly. A tender, sweet moment, a brief check-in without words, silently confirming that you’re good to keep going. 

You’re more than good.

Toying with the hem of your jersey, knuckles caressing the skin of your thigh, JT holds your gaze before he pulls the fabric over your head. Beside you, Mikko groans in approval at the ensemble you’ve hidden beneath the jersey; ivory lace, wrapped around your hips, encasing your breasts, satin straps over your shoulders. Wrapped up like a pretty package.

JT takes a moment to admire you, gaze trailing over the lace and your curves. He casts a glance at Mikko and offers a wink. Like what I’ve done with her?

With an outstretched hand, he guides you to the bed, seating himself against the pillows and motioning for you to sit between his legs. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him brushing your hair back, scratching lightly against your scalp as you settle in against his solid frame.

JT’s hands wrap around your body, moving over your breasts, kneading them until your mouth falls open in a sigh. They tickle you slightly as they caress down your sides, firm and steady, tracing over your waist and the lace adorning your hip bones. When they reach the apex of your thighs, you feel a flutter where his fingers ghost over your pelvis, teasing you. A glance at Mikko shows that his attention is focused solely on your center, following JT’s movements the way he’d track a puck.

The breath that Mikko sucks in is audible when your boyfriend parts your thighs, spreading you open like your legs are curtains at an upscale Broadway theater. You watch the way his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of you on display for him. Act I, Scene I.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” your boyfriend’s low voice asks, amused by the trance that his friend seems to be under. 

All Mikko does is nod, unwilling to take his eyes off of your body for a single second. “Beautiful.”

“You want to taste?”

At the question, Mikko’s blues shoot up to meet JT’s. Can I? Next, they flick to yours, seeking permission. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you; instead, you let your hand draw between your legs, finger tucking into the fabric before you tug it to the side. It’s consent, permission, and a silent request all at once.

The weight of Mikko’s large body dips into the mattress when he crawls his way toward you. Your heart thuds in your chest as he nears, and you swear you can feel JT’s heart beating just as rapidly against your back. When the Finn reaches you, he wastes no time being shy as his hand reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you toward him to press a heated, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. He devours you, groaning into your mouth while JT’s hands drag along the back straps of your bra, unhooking it. 

Slowly, the straps slide down your arms, and as if he can sense more of your bare skin revealed, Mikko pulls away to admire the sight of your bare shoulders and collarbones. His eyes glitter, though you notice the way his eyes linger on the lace that still covers your breasts, like he’s willing the material to disappear. 

JT anticipates Mikko’s next move and his hands slip around to your front, letting his finger hook into one of the cups before dragging it down. Your breasts fall free, and Mikko stifles a groan, his lip disappearing between his teeth as he takes in the sight of you topless.

“Been thinking ‘bout these tits for a long time,” he murmurs, and you shiver at the statement. Your nipples peak under his gaze. “Ever since I accidentally saw that picture on Comph’s phone.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Pardon me?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t send a warning before you sent a nude,” JT says in self defense, fighting a chuckle. He falters when he sees Mikko’s large hand cupping your breast—and you’d be lying if you heard a single word that came out of his mouth once Mikko’s warm palm pressed against your skin. His fingers knead the soft tissue, acclimating himself with the feel and size of your breasts; a moan slips out when he lightly pinches your nipple.

“Maybe it was on purpose,” Mikko muses, the glint in his eye passing so quickly you think you must have imagined it. “Maybe she wanted someone to see it.”

JT hums. You glance over your shoulder to ensure that his low groan is one of pleasure and not jealousy or unease, worried the sentiment will upset him. But your eyes catch his, and you see the lust that’s grown in them. At the thought of you seducing his teammate. At the thought of Mikko craving you. His girl. 

The knowledge that you are something that others covet, someone that his friends desire, and yet you crawl into his bed every night is… priceless. He doesn’t try to fight his smile. “That true, sweetheart?” 

“Why else would she send it with no warning?” Head cocked, and a smirk plastered on his face, Mikko adds, “You wanted to show off this gorgeous body, hm? Make everybody jealous of Comphy?”

Your cheeks heat. You had no way of knowing that JT was anywhere near his teammates when you’d sent photos, but you find that you really like the thought of wandering eyes, of someone—Mikko—seeing something private, meant for JT. A shiver runs down your spine. 

Mikko’s heated gaze floats down your frame, to the lace that’s still wrapped around your hips. Watching his eyes trail lower, you wonder if the dampness you feel there is visible. His hand tickles your stomach on its route down to your panties, where the tip of his middle finger runs along the hem, still pulled to the side exposing you. JT’s breathing is practically ragged beside you, both of you watching the way Mikko toys with your entrance. You can’t help but notice how huge his hand looks between your thighs. His fingers are so thick, one or two of them have got to be equivalent to his—

“Who’d you want to see it, baby?” JT probes with his words the same way Mikko’s fingers press gently against your slit. Just teasing, not giving you any relief. 

Your boyfriend’s thumb caresses against the underside of your breast, a breath of a touch that’s just enough to drive you crazy. And with a request like that, you have no choice but to obey. “Him.”

“Tell him, darling.”

“Y-you, Mikko,” your voice falters, cheeks warm as Mikko allows the very tip of his finger to dip inside of you. You’re not sure if the heat is from your confession or from arousal; you’re pretty sure it’s both. 

“Me?” he asks with a low chuckle, as if he’s even trying to pretend he didn’t already know the answer. “Comph, your girl’s a little minx.”

JT’s fingers slither across your skin, slowly kneading and massaging your breast beneath a strong hand, sending a wave of goosebumps down your arms. Lips brush against the tender spot of your shoulder blade, grazing along your skin before pressing a kiss against the crook of your neck and shoulder. His voice is low, so sensual it makes you shiver. “He’s right, sweetheart. You are the most lovely, tempting mistress.”

The butterflies that flutter in your chest threaten to erupt, and Mikko presses his thumb against your throbbing clit as if in agreement. A zing of pleasure shoots through your system and your head falls back against JT’s shoulder, who nuzzles with the side of your face. His thick beard scratches against your jaw. “You gonna let him taste you now?”

A nod is all you can muster, followed by a whine that you hope Mikko accepts as a plea. Luck is on your side, it seems, when he doesn’t drag out your torment any longer, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the lace around your hips and tugging the fabric down your legs. Pulling your thighs apart with painstaking slowness, you watch him make eye contact with JT. An evil smirk curls up on his face before he focuses his gaze back on your center.

He murmurs something in Finnish, tongue darting out to wet his lips. They press gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, soft and slow, relishing the delicious tension. When he finally reaches your center, his tongue takes a long swipe up, collecting your arousal. The heat of his mouth makes you sigh dreamily.

“Fuck,” Mikko groans, “you taste even better than I imagined.”

“Told you,” JT says, then turns his attention to you. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, thick beard tickling the skin while his nose nudges against your hair. “You have the sweetest, tightest, most delicious pussy, baby. I know it, and so does he. Can’t believe it’s all mine to taste and touch and fuck whenever I want.”

Heat blooms in your stomach, blossoming through your veins. The praise, dripping like honey from your boyfriend’s pretty mouth, makes your head spin with desire. Mikko hums from between your legs, enjoying your dripping honey, while JT takes one of your pert nipples between his fingers, rolling gently. He groans behind you, adding on to his commentary, “Pretty, perfect tits, too.”

You preen under his compliment, but your attention snaps back to Mikko when his tongue begins to move, swirling around your lips and slipping inside of you. He explores, familiarizing himself with your pussy, testing out different moves to see how you respond. He licks, sucks, kisses you, tasting your nectar and before long, he’s devouring your forbidden fruit like a starved man. 

Mikko’s curls bob above your pelvis, his blue eyes locked on yours while his tongue wraps around your clit. You cry out, head tossed back against JT’s shoulder, one of his hands sliding up your stomach to knead at your breast. The feeling, paired with Mikko’s mouth on your pussy, licking and delving inside your folds, sends heat coursing through your body.

When your spine curves, your lower back presses against something firm, and your boyfriend hums in your ear. “Feel that? That’s what all your pretty little sounds do to me.”

The gentle pulse of him against your tailbone has a moan slipping from your mouth, encouraging Mikko to keep the rhythmic flicks of his tongue against your entrance. Your hand slides into his curls as his own dig tightly into the sides of your hips, holding you in place. 

“C’mon, baby,” JT whispers, so low that even Mikko probably can’t hear him. “You gonna come for me? Wanna watch you gush all over that handsome face.”

“Mikko,” you sigh, the plea clear in the way you say his name, because you want that, too. Desperately. Your partner takes it as a command, accepting it as an oath, trying his hardest to completely bury his tongue inside of you.

“That’s it,” JT murmurs when your hips rise to meet Mikko’s mouth, rolling against his face and seeking your high. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, keeping his face pressed tightly against you, committed to his silent promise. You’re not positive, but you’re pretty sure that the muffled hum against your pussy is his encouragement too.

Not only is the climax one of the most anticipated orgasms of all time, but it’s also one of the best you’ve ever experienced. White hot heat blazes through your system, pleasure radiating to each cell as Mikko’s lips coax out every last bit of ecstasy from your body. Vision fuzzy, you register the gentle roll of your hips while the remaining waves of your orgasm subside. 

“I like the way you hump his face when you come.” Your boyfriend’s voice is the beacon that pulls you back to reality, oozing with arousal and amusement. 

Mikko pulls away to nod in agreement. The scruff littering his jaw is coated in your slick, and he grins at you, the sheen on his lips beautiful enough to have you pulling him toward you to kiss him, tasting yourself. His voice is low, molten, and it makes you throb despite just having an orgasm on his face. “Your pussy is so perfect, murunen.”

“You wanna fuck it now?” you ask, looking up at him with a smug smile.

“Do you want me to fuck it now?” he poses back, an eyebrow raised.

You nod so earnestly that JT chuckles beside you, and Mikko leans forward to capture your lips once again, his kiss scorching. The slow moan that slips out is a surprise to you, all control over it lost as heat winds back through your body. A wanton whine follows when he tears his lips from yours, crying out at the loss of him against your skin.

“M’not sure you’re ready for me to fuck you, baby,” he says with a smirk. 

“Trust me,” you purr, catching his hand in yours and drawing it to your center. He growls when you plunge the tip of his middle finger inside of yourself, the sound nearly covering your gasp. “I’m ready.”

JT groans loudly watching you grip Mikko’s wrist, guiding his hand to dip in and out of your pussy. “Fuuuuck. That’s it, baby, fuck yourself with his fingers.”

The Finn chuckles deeply. “She liked that, Comph. She just squeezed me so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yeah?” JT says with a smirk. His voice is a low whisper in your ear. “Why don’t you get yourself ready to take his cock?”

At his command, you slide Mikko’s finger in and out of you, urging him to add a second, a gasp rumbling out when he curls the digits inside of your heat. You’re in awe that just two of his fingers stretch you out so deliciously, slipping in and out of you with wet, squelching sounds. His eyes hold firm with yours, letting your hand guide his wrist, head leaning back at the pleasure his fingers shoot through your body. Your hand moves his wrist faster, your moans lilting higher.

The feeling is heavenly, but it’s not enough. You need more. 

Mikko is on the same page when he takes control of his hand back, ceasing his movements. Pressing his fingers past your lips, he earns your complete attention even as JT shifts out from behind you to kneel beside you on the bed. Your essence is tangy on your tongue, the pad of Mikko’s middle and index finger gently massaging it; your lips wrap around his digits and suck obediently, mimicking the exact way you sucked his dick earlier. With a smirk, Mikko pulls his hand away and you swallow thickly before turning your attention to the redhead next to you.

“J,” you whisper, glancing at the bulge that was just throbbing against your back. “Let me take care of that.”

Your boyfriend smiles, a glimmer of affection in his brown eyes before he reaches down to palm himself. But to your surprise, he shakes his head. “Nah, baby, I’m okay. Jus’ wanna watch for now.”

“Are… you sure?” you ask, another glance at his erection. Mikko’s still there, his own erection standing proudly, silently tempting you with a primal promise of ecstasy, but for the moment, you’re more concerned about ensuring your partner is as satisfied and willing as you are for this to continue.

JT tips your chin up with the crook of his finger, closing the gap between your lips. It’s soft and sweet, and maybe a tiny bit of a pageant display for his friend, who stands watching the two of you closely. “Remember how badly I want to watch you get fucked?”

Heat blooms in your cheeks—and between your legs—when you see the fire in his eyes, pupils blown. Your teeth dig into your lip, taking a shaky breath before you glance back at Mikko, a silent nod to let him know you’re good to continue. He returns the action, tugging off his shirt until he stands before you, a fucking Greek god statue—only instead of carefully sculpted marble, he’s lithe limbs, rippling muscles, warm flesh that you can feel, taste, touch. 

You can’t help but gape at him. You’ve been treated like the piece of art tonight, but he is the true masterpiece. 

Large hands grasp at your hips, tugging you toward the edge of the bed, until your core is mere inches from his own pelvis. Your eyes are locked on his hand: wrapped tightly around his length, stroking himself smoothly, the muscle of his bicep jumping deliciously at the movement. Your mouth waters. So does your pussy.

“You want it?” he asks, dimple peeking out beside his smirk. His eyes stay on yours even while he continues rubbing the tip of his dick against your entrance, bumping steadily into your clit. It sends a jolt of pleasure through your veins, and your hips buck toward him. “Aw, come on, tell me.”

“Mikko,” you whine, “please.”

“Tell him what you want, honey.” JT’s command is gentle, but firm. 

Your eyes trail up the cut lines of Mikko’s wide frame, admiring the sheer size of him—ignoring the wanton throb of your pussy at the size of his cock, positioned right at your entrance—and look into his baby blues. With your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you let your legs fall open a little more, spreading yourself wide. You don’t miss the way his eyes flick to the center of your thighs, feasting on the view of you, open and wet and waiting. It earns another pulse deep in your core.

“Fuck me, please, Mikko. Been wanting this for so long. Need you so bad.”

A dimpled smirk meets your desperate gaze, and JT looses out a heavy sigh as he watches your pussy greedily swallow Mikko’s dick inch by inch. He’s impossibly huge, stretching you so wide you can’t help the way your eyes roll back at the sensation. 

“Shit,” he barks out, accent strong. “Your cunt is pretty and tight, baby.”

With a moan, you let your heels dig into the flesh of his ass, encouraging him to move further—though you’re not sure there’s any room left with how much of him there is. He chuckles low, a rumble deep in his broad chest, leaning forward to bracket his arms around your head as he starts a slow, steady pace. Mikko’s lips press against yours, drinking in your soft whimpers while your arms wrap around his shoulders, clutching onto him.

Exploring lips make their way down your jaw and to your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. Lowly, he murmurs strings of Finnish in your ear, the sound stoking the flame inside of you. Each press of his hips drives more and more pleasure through your veins, already laughably close to your peak. Your heart thuds in your throat, your breasts pressed against his chest while he sucks a mark into your skin. A mark, like so many left before in its wake, but a first in the shape of Mikko’s teeth.

The sound of JT groaning has your eyes fluttering open, glancing over at him beside you on the bed; you’d almost forgotten he was there, the feeling of Mikko inside you pulling all thought from your mind. JT’s shed his shirt, his pants unzipped and hand fisting at his length. His eyes are on your body, on the mark on your neck, but then they flick to yours and he winks.

You’ve seen it before, your boyfriend stroking himself before he slides into you, but you’ve never seen him like this—wanton, desperate, jerking himself off to the sight of you. It sends heat coursing through your body, an adrenaline that you didn’t expect. To know that he’s turned on, fueled by the sight of you with another man. 

And not just any man—his teammate. His friend. His brother.

Jealous, Mikko nips at your neck to bring your focus back to him. He pulls away, holding you with nothing but his steady gaze, the blues of his eyes locked with yours, his hips moving steadily to continue driving his length into you. It’s intense, intimate, unwavering. Each thrust forward sends you further into blissful oblivion. 

When Mikko rises to his full height, he tugs your hips harder so he can continue pounding into you at his relentless pace. Your body slides against the formerly pristine sheets, now wrinkled underneath your romp with a large Finn. His hands slide up your arms, interlacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. A smirk rises on his face when your back arches into him, the only way you can press more of your skin against his, desperate for his heat.

JT’s voice is a gentle purr. “You like that, sweetheart? Can hear how fucking wet you are. Makin’ a mess all over his cock, aren’t you?” His attention turns to the Finn. “Aren’t I the luckiest man in the world, Rants? Coming home to that pussy every night?”

Mikko nods in agreement, eyes glued to the way you’re wrapped around his length, snug and wet and warm. “Dunno how you get anything done with her in your bed. Tightest cunt.”

JT’s smile is greedy, like a cheshire cat, and he brushes the hair out of your face with an affectionate hand. “She’s definitely a tempting little vixen.”

His thumb strokes a soothing caress on your jawline, and you can’t help it when you twist your head just slightly to take it between your lips, looking up at him with wide, unfocused eyes. Mikko curses, his thrusts faltering as he watches you suck on your boyfriend’s digit obediently. “Fuck. Such a good girl.”

“You are,” JT murmurs, admiring the way your tongue flicks at the pad of his finger. You release it, beaming proudly. “My beautiful, perfect, good girl. Takin’ his big dick like that.”

Mikko’s hands grip tighter on your waist, his thumbs nearly touching with how large they are wrapped around your sides, like he’s silently commanding you to pay attention to him. His eyes connect with yours, the soft blues a deeper shade as he drives home. The only sounds in the room are that of your moans and hips slapping against the underside of your thighs. He’s impossibly deep, stroking inside your guts, touching places that no one has ever reached before. It’s sinful and wicked and you want more. 

“Mikko,” you sigh, fingers slipping into his disheveled curls, “d-don’t stop.”

JT takes your lilted whine as a call to action, nudging at your chin gently to tilt your face toward him. He doesn’t have to say anything, just dances his marriage and middle fingers across your lips before you take them obediently in your mouth.

He hums, pressing his fingers farther in, feeling the way your tongue lolls against them. “Nice and wet, darlin’. That’s it.”

You gasp when he pulls them out, a gossamer strand of saliva connecting your wet lips with his fingers. He doesn’t waste any time before he reaches between yours and Mikko’s bodies, pressing both fingers against your clit. JT’s rhythm is slow, intentional, patient, pulsing at half the tempo of Mikko’s hips; he listens to the sounds of skin on skin, the slick of your pretty pussy getting fucked, and your gorgeous pornstar moans—and, more importantly, the silence when your breath catches in your throat.

You’re close.

JT presses harder, rubbing with more speed, Mikko’s hips following suit like following a leader. Your mouth falls open, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as you stutter a cry and your orgasm rips through you. Mikko’s thrusts remain constant, milking out the waves of your climax until your legs are trembling around his waist. Weakly, your arm raises to knock JT’s hand away, the pressure from his fingers overstimulating.

Your second orgasm, it seems, is enough to have JT shucking off the remainder of his disheveled clothes, laying on his back on the mattress and beckoning for you with a finger. It’s on shaky legs that you approach him, savoring the feel of his fingertips brushing against your thigh. “Come sit on my face, sweetheart. Wanna taste what he did to you.”

Not five seconds after you’ve agreed with a nod, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to haul you over his head, and you shriek with delighted surprise. Mikko chuckles beside you, the sound quickly turning into more of a growl when he watches you settle onto your boyfriend’s face. Auburn hair and a small peek of his forehead are the only things that reveal his identity, his nose wedged up against your clit.

JT hums, tongue lapping up cautiously at your entrance, testing if the action overstimulates you. It doesn’t, instead earning an indulgent sigh from you, and he wastes no time in diving between your folds with his tongue. The feeling is different, more familiar than Mikko, who’s taken a seat at the edge of the mattress, content to watch for now.

“You taste so good after you’ve been fucked,” comes JT’s muffled voice from between your thighs. The gentle vibration against your core sends a shiver down your spine, his words earning a fresh ooze onto his lips. “So fucking wet, baby. So hot.”

JT’s hands grip at the globes of your ass, keeping you pressed against him as his tongue delves into your folds, feasting on exactly what Mikko did to you. What he finds, he must like, for his pleasured groan is both audible and felt vibrating between your legs. He’s diligent in the way he flicks at your clit, lapping up your arousal. 

You lose track of time as your boyfriend eats his way to your heart, relishing in the way his tongue works magic on your pussy. Over the years, he’s dedicated hours of his time to learning what makes you sigh, studying what gets your hips to move against him, memorizing what makes you drip nectar onto his tongue. Beside you, Mikko strokes himself leisurely, watching intently, like he’s studying tape of an upcoming opponent. 

JT nudges you with his hands, coming up for air. His thick, russet beard is drenched in you; the sight makes your walls clench. “Think m’gonna take you up on your offer,” he says, gently encouraging you to slide off of his face. “Wanna be inside this delicious little cunt.”

The body part in question flutters with anticipation, greedy for more despite having been filled to the brim not long ago. You follow the motion of JT’s hand to sling a leg over his hips. His erection, bobbing patiently above his stomach, leaks into a small pool of precum in the dark auburn hair above his belly button. 

JT shifts, sitting up to meet your lips. The world around you floats away underneath the spell of his kiss; for a moment, you’re all alone. His caress brings you back to reality, one hand on your waist, the other on your neck, holding your jaw.

“Ride me,” he whispers against your mouth, helping you to shift your hips upward so that he can line his tip up with your entrance. With an open-mouthed sigh against his lips, you sink down onto him.

Swallowing his groan, the two of you move in sync to find a rhythm that’s slow and steady; it’s intimate, your thighs wrapped around his waist and your bodies pressed against one another. Nearly every inch of your body is touching him, connected to him—and your new partner loves it.

“You look good riding his dick like that, murunen,” Mikko says, watching the way your hips roll leisurely circles atop his friend’s lap. “Can’t believe he kept you to himself all this time.”

“Can you blame me?” your redhead asks, tearing his lips away from yours to look at his friend. You follow suit, surprised at the hunger in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you, hips circling in hypnotizing motions. You quell the urge to shiver under his watchful gaze. “You’d do the same damn thing, if you were me.”

“Can’t deny that,” Mikko agrees with a grin, then cocks his head toward you. “Probably wouldn’t ever let you leave my bed.”

“Who says I’m going to let you leave mine?” 

Mikko’s brows raise in surprise, then a smile cracks over his face as he laughs. His smile falters when JT’s lips dutifully return to your neck, tongue soothing the sensitive skin. Your redhead’s skin is hot against yours, creating a twin mark beside the one that Mikko left.

“Darlin’,” JT husks against your collarbone. “You ready for Mikko to fuck you again?”

Your heart skips a beat at the question, and simultaneously, a disappointed whimper leaves your throat. “Was gonna come on your dick. Want to.”

The soft exhale of JT’s laugh caresses your skin. You can feel the curve of his smile against your neck as his hand stills the movement of your hips. His voice is sympathetic as he purrs, “I know, baby. But I get to feel this tight pussy grippin’ me every night; Mikko doesn’t. Wanna be a good host, don’t you?”

His words, his confidence make your heart swell—and your pussy clench. Talk about big dick energy. Another chuckle breathes against your collarbone, and you know he felt it. He knows how much it turns you on, how much you love being Mikko’s party favor. The sensation is nearly overwhelming.

“How generous of you,” Mikko says. “I would’ve kept that orgasm all to myself.”

Your body is weak, mind a little hazy as four hands help to maneuver you off of JT’s body and onto your hands and knees. Resting your head against your forearms, you smile up to your boyfriend while Mikko’s tip teases your center.

“Mikko, please,” you whine. Your voice is wanton, pussy humming with the ache of an almost-release. “Fuck me. Need it.”

“She gets a little cockdrunk at this point,” JT explains, a loving sort of pride etched onto his face, “after a few orgasms. So pretty and obedient.”

You let your waist sway, hoping to goad Mikko into plunging his length into you. He tsks, sliding his shaft against your clit as if to reprimand you, instead eliciting a moan from you. The sensation isn’t nearly enough; you need to feel him buried inside of you.

JT hums, his voice dripping with amusement and approval. “I love when you’re desperate. You get so slutty.”

“Please,” you whine again, sighing when your greedy pussy gives another heavy throb, desperate for another orgasm. You can’t find the energy in you to plead, wouldn’t be able to find the words for how bad you want him even if you tried, so it’ll have to do. 

Mikko’s merciful, granting you a sinful relief when he slips back inside of you. Your fingers grasp at the sheets, trying your best to stay upright despite how heavenly he feels, filling you up to the hilt. He finds his rhythm, rougher than before, his hips slapping against your ass. Distantly, you wonder if his resolve is slipping.

“Fuck, dude, how do you handle all this ass?”

A smile drifts its way onto your face, feeling the heat from Mikko’s gaze. His hands roam freely over the curve of your ass, over your hips, up your spine, all while he rearranges your guts. The tip of his finger trails over the ridges of your spine until it finally lands between the globes of your ass. He muses, “Now what’s this?”

JT’s chuckle is low. Evil, even.

“May I?” Mikko’s question makes your skin thrum with heat. His finger drags along your backside, the touch featherlight. It’s teasing, torturous, sinful, contrasting with the rough, deep thrusts of his cock into you.

The pad of his finger rests against your puckered hole, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it and moan. Only two words exist in your mind, void of all other thought.

“Mikko, please.”

“Filthy girl,” JT chimes in. The designation makes you shiver.

Mikko’s hips maintain their relentless rhythm, his tip striking at the most delicious angle to have you seeing stars. Your third orgasm lingers, body aching for one more release, greedily accepting his assault on your pussy. When the tip of his finger presses past the resistance of your hole, a guttural moan slips out of your throat. The sensation earns a deep throb of your clit, swollen and needy; one hand leaves its post on the bed to frantically paw at it. 

A low exhale sounds from Mikko behind you, and you can tell by his ragged breath that he’s approaching his climax as well. His finger presses deeper inside of you and on his next thrust, your world shatters. Weakly, your walls convulse around his length, the force of your release sucking the air out of your lungs. 

Through the haze, you hear JT’s voice followed by a deeper one—Mikko’s—before gentle hands stroke the hair out of your face. You’re aware of a feeling of emptiness, soon registering that Mikko is no longer sheathed inside you, but kneeling beside you. 

When your eyes open, it’s his blue ones that you see first. Smiling down at you, he says, “Hi, kultsi. How you doing?”

“Good,” you manage to say. After sitting up, your eyes are drawn to his erection, glistening with you. Next to him, JT’s length also bobs between his legs, and your mouth waters at the prospect.

Your gaze floats between both of them as you move off the bed and sink to your knees. They follow in unison, in sync with you and one another, coming to stand side by side before you. The sight is intimidating, truly: gazing up at two very strong, very muscular men, their erections hovering above you. 

Licking your lips, you press forward to lick at Mikko’s length, eager to taste yourself on him. JT waits patiently, watching the way your lips work down Mikko’s shaft. Your cheeks hollow, tongue swirling on the underside of him. 

A hand gently threads its way into your hair, gently guiding you off of Mikko’s cock and toward JT’s. You blink up at him, his brown eyes warm as they watch you. Etched on his face is an expression of pride, and you respond to it by dragging your tongue up his length. He groans, stroking your cheek with his thumb while you press kisses up to his tip, lapping at it before taking it between your lips. 

It’s not long before Mikko’s hand comes to the other side of your head, drawing you back toward him. Their pace quickens as they chauffeur you from cock to cock, cheeks growing more flushed as they work themselves up to their climax. Mikko’s loud groan fills the room first, warm splatters landing on your face with his climax. Salty droplets dribble toward your lips and you can’t help but lick them off before turning to smile at JT. 

The sight of you covered in his friend’s cum, marked by it, must be what spurs his own release, contributing to Mikko’s original artwork. Your tongue sticks out to catch him, earning a low groan from both of them as you swallow it. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” JT says with a bemused smile. “You know that?”

“Welcome back to Denver, baby.”

Author's Note: Happy New Year! Here at comphy-and-cozy, we're kicking 2025 off with a bang. It's been a long time coming (no, literally, this fic is a year late, but what's new?). Y'all know this is basically my dream threesome with a very C-esque angle. I had a blast working on this project with my friend and one of my favorite writers, Nicole! I hope you all enjoy the dual perspective of this series. 😜

Finnish translations (from Reddit and Google): vitun iso = fucking good perkele = shit murunen = little crumb (affectionate pet name, akin to 'sweet little thing') kultsi = honey or babe

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[starmapz]

❦ cw ; heian!sukuna. gn!reader. fluff! crack.

Your husband Sukuna often spends his time relaxing in the garden while you tend to the various trees and flowers in the courtyard. Even as you work in silence and pay him little mind, he simply enjoys being in your presence. He’s a particular fan of sitting alongside the creek and enjoying the babbling of the brook, finding peace in the white noise.

Today is a different story.

Today, your husband is beyond restless. He’s gone back and forth between different areas of the garden, scowling down at anything his crimson gaze finds, only ever moving to scratch at his shoulder. That is, until he finds himself standing behind you as you water a patch of red wisterias.

Satisfied with your work, you get to your feet, eyes scanning the deep scowl etched into his face.

“What’s wrong, Ryo?”

“Nothing is the matter,” he grumbles, one of his upper arms reaching up to scratch at his shoulder blade. He crosses his lower arms, his brow twitching with a deeply unsatisfied expression.

Tilting your head, you study him as he stares off to the side, suddenly uncrossing his lower arms to scratch at his lower back when it suddenly clicks.

“Four arms and you can’t even scratch your own back, hm?” You tease, grinning as you circle around to scratch at the center of his back. The tension in his muscles dissolves under your touch as you ease what’s been bothering him this whole time. Stubborn as ever, of course he wouldn’t ask for help. 

Both pairs of his arms cross over his chest as he glowers at your teasing. “Silence. I could have reached it, had I needed to.”

“Mhm,” you agree, the teasing lilt remaining in your tone. “I’m sure you could have. That’s why you’ve been so grumpy for the past thirty minutes. Because you can reach your back.”

You reach your hand higher, your nails scratching just beneath his shoulder blades and he hums lightly in satisfaction.

“Just ask for help next time, silly,” you grin.

“You grate on my nerves.”

“And yet, you keep me around,” you circle back around to face him once more, noting that his scowl has lessened in spite of his grumblings.

He sets a single hand on the crown of your head as if he isn’t quite sure how to respond, because he is grateful, but you are also teasing him. Still, the hand slowly slides down to cup your cheek, his large thumb running gently over the skin.

You can’t help your smile at the subtle show of appreciation, one fitting of the harsh man whose heart you’ve found a place within. It may be a small action to someone observing from the outside, but you know better. Because nothing means more to a man like Sukuna than slowing down and enjoying the peace you bring him.

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[kamospeach]

plot: yuji spends the day with unckuna and his favorite girl

content warning: lil smut to start off, mating press, more smut at the end, doggy, breeding, cum eating, choking

peachy's yap: wc 2k .ᐟ i love anything revolving around sukuna being a uncle to yuji. might do one where yuji is older ! kinda short because it's basically a crack fic.

mornings were the best time for sukuna to get a nut off. you laid next to him naked doing nothing in particular. but it was just enough for his dick to get rock hard and leak precum. he would nudge your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"you up?" he asked pulling your eyelid up and looking at you and you sighed.

"i am now ryo..." you said with an annoyed tone and he smirked pulling the covers up.

"look how hard i am baby... can i just slip it in. i promise to be gentle," he asked and you were a sucker for sukuna asking politely. even if you did know it was a lie and 10 minutes later he'd be pounding into you. your knees on the sides of your head as his thick cock pounded into you.

"ryo y...you said you'd be gentle," you whined and sukuna hummed in your ear. you attempted to slow his thrust by pushing his thigh. but you stopped nothing as sukuna was relentlessly bullying your poor pussy.

"i can't help it ma, you look so good when you wake up," he grunted close to finishing. his dirty words pushed you closer and closer to your climax. "shit i feel you, i feel you cum on my dick." he moaned feeling your walls clench around him letting him know you were close. he made one last exaggerated thrust and you whined as you came.

"nghh ryooo~," you yelped as sukuna's phone rang. he stilled inside you as you looked at the clock and he checked his phone. it was 8 am... you both looked back at each other realization hitting you both. you agreed to babysit yuji today.

next thing you knew the doorbell rang back to back either jin being childish or yuji eager to see his uncle kuna. sukuna quickly pulled out of you, although frustrated he had to keep his promise. even if he did want a nut he loved yuji way more than his pleasure. you came so that means both people he loved would be satisfied.

you stood up slipped on a bra and panties grabbing appropriate clothing. after you slipped on sukuna's sweatshirt you ran downstairs. you wanted to say hi to jin as well so you put a little pep in your step. the two brothers sat on the couch as yuji sat on the floor wheeling his car. hearing your footsteps yuji was the first to notice your presence.

"teetee!" he yelled running to you and you picked him up playfully kissing all over his face.

"hello my baby." you smiled walking over to sukuna and his brother. sukuna gave you a nasty side eye as you played with yuji. the three of you engaged in conversation until it was time for jin to leave.

"uncle kuna, what are we doing today?" yuji asked sitting on your lap.

"for one you can get off my girlfriend," he said and yuji tilted his head to the side not exactly sure who he was talking about.

"whoo?" he said turning his head to look up at you "my teetee is your girlfriend?" he asked genuinely confused it looked like his poor head was spinning.

"you didn't know that yuji?" you asked and she shook his head. "well... anyways i was thinking we could go to the amusement park."

"yes! i want to ride the alligator ride!" yuji screamed jumping off your lap and running to grab his backpack. "i kept telling daddy but he kept telling me to wait."

"cause your uncle kuna wanted to take you." you laugh looking at sukuna whose face turned pink as he looked away.

"don't tell the brat that he'll be asking to go again," he complained knowing if yuji asked to go anywhere sukuna would take him. that's just the type of person sukuna was, he loved but not outwardly. he definitely thought he was slick.

"uncle kuna can i have a churro," he asked struggling to put on his human earthworm backpack and you helped him. (y'all weren't leaving for another hour and a half)

and just like he asked yuji ran through the park with a churro. his leash only letting him go so far as sukuna held it tightly. you looked at the two laughing at the way he gripped the handle.

"you did not need to get a leash." you shook your head and sukuna side eyed you. turning his chin up at you like a snooty mother.

"don't you see the way he's running off? you think i didn't need a leash?" he scoffed as yuji ran trying to pull sukuna behind him. "plus it's an alligator leash." he smiled at you, his canines showing which made you feel some type of way. you had to shake your head to rid your brain of the nasty thoughts.

"whatever." you waved him off as you both pulled up to the alligator ride yuji was so desperate to ride.

"i'm not riding this shit... it's childish." sukuna scoffed and you frowned not liking his attitude.

"it's not childish." you defended and sukuna didn't agree with you not one bit. "oh i get it now... you don't want to ride it because you're scared." you said in fake realization and sukuna looked at you in bewilderment.

"me? scared of a kid's ride? never. matter of fact i'll prove it." he said as you made it to the front and you all got in sitting with each other. sukuna had his arms crossed the entire time as the workers locked the seats.

"you're leaving in 3...2...1! have a good ride!" the attendant yelled as the alligator-shaped ride zoomed off. the ride went up an incline to which sukuna rolled his eyes and called it puny. arms still crossed as the ride hit the drop. you and yuji screamed as the thrill rushed through you.

unexpectedly the ride hit a sharp turn and sukuna grabbed the handlebars. out of nowhere, the ride went completely sideways and sukuna yelled.

"what the fuckkk!" he yelled as the ride stayed sideways for a while. the ride continued speeding off and sukuna yelled again. "what kind of kid's ride does this!"

"sukuna shut up!" you said as the ride finished and you stopped in the station. he was embarrassing you with his loud screaming.

"no this is a fucking death trap!" he yelled as the seats unlocked and grabbed yuji. he was acting like a mom who complained about everything. "we're never coming back here!" he yelled carrying yuji over his shoulder. yuji lifted his head and waved at the workers at the ride.

"bye!" he smiled happily not understanding what his uncle did.

"sukuna you cussed around all those kids," you whispered and sukuna snorted.

"you think i care when they almost killed my nephew," he said still holding yuji over his shoulder and storming off from the ride. yuji just rode on sukuna loving that he was upside down. while sukuna yelled about suing the park yuji had his arms out feet kicking as he pretended to be a superhero.

you were embarrassed that sukuna was making a scene because the ride scared him. yuji had fun and that's all that mattered but he swore up and down they tried to 'kill his nephew'. after some convincing sukuna finally shut up, and the three of you sat at a table eating. yuji licking at an ice cream cone while sukuna ate his chicken strips.

"they're not the best they're just alright," he grumbled his actions telling a different story as he quickly took down the chicken.

"iths okay uncle kuna because my ice cream is yummy!" yuji smiled with ice cream all around his mouth. you grabbed a napkin wiping his face as sukuna sent a deadpanned look to yuji.

"thanks, yuj' that makes me feel so much better knowing your food is good and mine isn't," he said sarcasm evident in his voice. but of course, yuji didn't notice.

"you're welcome uncle!" he giggled going back to attacking his ice cream. sukuna looked at you as you laughed with your hand covering your mouth.

"how's your food?" he asked you and you nodded enjoying your meal.

"i like mine." you smiled and he nodded staring at you.

"that's good," he mumbled resting his cheek on his palm. his eyes looked around the park now and then but they mainly stayed on you and yuji.

you guys stayed at the park for another 3 hours. sukuna finally found the fun in the rollercoasters and you all had a good time. you carried yuji out of the park and he was knocked out on your shoulder.

"he's not too heavy, is he? i could always carry him," he asked and you shook your head with a smile.

"no, he's not that heavy, did you have fun?" you asked laughing knowing the first part of your trip was iffy. surprisingly sukuna nodded his head smiling and looking at you.

"yeah, it was my first time at an amusement park." he laughed and you gasped looking at him.

"that's why you were so scared! you've never been on a roller coaster before." you pointed at him and he scoffed.

"i wasn't scared." he waved you off opening the door for you to put yuji in his car seat. you buckled him in as sukuna walked around you to open your door.

"you definitely were scared but it's okay," you said getting in the car and sukuna closed the door. when he got in the car he gave you a look that you supposed meant he disagreed with your statement. "it's okay really... you're still my big strong boyfriend."

"hell yeah i am." he scoffed nodding his head with now newfound confidence. he smiled to himself as he drove to jin's house to drop off yuji.

sukuna wouldn't tell you but spending time with you and yuji healed his inner child. whenever you all had a good time it made him feel like he was back in his childhood or his lack of one. and that's why whenever he got the chance to spend time with yuji he would.

and you? when you both got home he needed to finish where he left off of course. this time he had your face pressed into the mattress and both hands wrapped around your neck.

he was thrusting with no mercy, he was playing catch up trying to get his nut from this morning that he missed. you had already came 3 times in the last 30 minutes and sukuna had only came once.

"shit baby." he groaned as you gained the stamina to throw your ass back on him. "yeahhh like that," he said stalling his thrust and letting you do your thing.

"can't..." you mumbled into the bed and sukuna laughed.

"yes you can ma you got it." he encouraged you lightly smacking your ass cheek and you fastened your pace making sukuna smile. "that's it..." he laughed at your hips stuttering before he began to thrust into you again. your body fell limp but sukuna helped you keep your arch.

"m'cumming again ryo..." you moaned into the mattress and he never once acknowledged your words. just continuing to pound into like it was the only thing he knew. before you knew it you were cumming around sukuna's cock walls clenching while his thrust stilled. he came in you filling your hole up with his cum.

"fuck..." he panted his chest falling up and down. he let go of your neck holding himself up while his dick was still inside of you. after you caught your breath he pulled out of you. you felt his fingers slid along your folds making your body jerk from being overstimulated. "turn around."

"mmm," you whined flipping over you saw sukuna's cum on his fingers. immediately knowing what he wanted to do you opened your mouth. his fingers went into your mouth and you licked them clean.

"good girl." he smiled at you patting your cheek. as the two of you took your shower he thought about how satisfied he was with his day. he got to fuck you this morning and he got to spend time with yuji. then he got to fuck you again and spend another night with you.

[dwaekkicidal]

'Kinktober 2024' Masterlist ฅ^._.^ฅ

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune and @/adornedwithlight

Happy Kinktober!! The first 8 posts will be Member x Reader, the 2 after those will be Member x Reader x Member, and the last post will be Member x Member. The index explaining each day is under the cut!~

general warnings: all chapters are nsfw/smut

There will be posts on the Red days!

🕷Main Series🕷

29 30 01 02 03 04 05

06 07 08 09 10 11 12

13 14 15 16 17 18 19

20 21 22 23 24 25 26

27 28 29 30 31 01 02

Index; (the other kinks will be filled in once the day’s posted)

Member x Reader

October 1 🕷 ‘Little Red’

Bang Chan ✗ Teratophilia | Size Kink | Stomach Bulge

October 4🕷 'Right Where I Want You'

Lee Know ✗ Dubcon/Noncon | Knife Play | Spanking

October 7 🕷 'Eyes on Us'

Changbin ✗ Daddy Kink | Exhibitionism | [Semi]Public Sex

October 10 🕷 'Just Relax'

Hyunjin ✗ Massages | Hand Kink | Breath Play

October 13 🕷 'A Welcome Interruption'

Han ✗ Role Reversal | Bondage[Restraint] | Deepthroating

October 16 🕷 'Intense Desire'

Felix ✗ Sex Pills | Overstimulation | Squirting

October 19 🕷 'My Love. Mine, All Mine'

Seungmin ✗ Slapping  |  Pet Play  |  Collaring

October 22 🕷 'Late Nights'

I.N. ✗ Hatefucking | Hair Pulling | Spit

Member x Reader x Member

October 25 🕷 'Control Freak'

HyunSung ✗ DP in One Hole | Orgasm Control | Edging

October 28 🕷 'Sweetheart'

ChanIn ✗ Spit Roasting | Brat Taming  |  Manhandling

Member x Member

October 31 🕷 'Affirmations'

MinLix ✗ Mirror Sex | Worship | Handjob

(If you're confused as to where the other MxM fic went, it's going to be on my general masterlist instead <3)

[tojisglazer]

Welcome to my Masterlist!

🎀This is where all of my works will be going!! I plan on posting more in the future!🎀

💮Mostly JJK writes on this blog! If there’s any other characters you’d want me to write about, just ask!💮

🌸Credits to @cafekitsune and @adornedwithlight for every divider and pattern I use in my works!🌸

• Toji Fushiguro

• Kento Nanami

• Shiu Kong

• Choso Kamo

☁️ - Fluff 🤍 - Smut 🕊️ - Angst ☕️ - Comfort

💌 - Romance

Toji Fushiguro

Clingy - ☁️

He would be the type to…. - ☁️

He would be the type to…. (pt. 2) - 🤍

JJK men headcanons - ☁️🤍💌

For The Thrill - 🕊️🤍 (In progress!!)

Toji’s Birthday - 🕊️☕️☁️

Kento Nanami

Teen!Nanami - ☁️💌

Nerdy - ☁️

JJK men headcanons - ☁️🤍💌

Barista!Nanami - ☁️

Shiu Kong

The kind of guy to… - 🤍

JJK men headcanons - ☁️🤍💌

Flashing Lights - ☁️💌

For The Thrill - 🕊️🤍 (In progress!!)

Choso Kamo

Super Shy - ☁️💌

Virgin!Choso - 🤍

[thenickgirl]

“boyfriend chats” pt 2

bf!nick x oc!jalen

summary: messages between nick and jalen

type: texts ✩ pov: jalen’s

warnings: swearing, suggestive

a/n: as promised here’s part 2. i’ll be doing ‘x reader’ texts soon!

a/n: a little treat for halloween ❤️‍🔥🎃

🏷️: @muwapsturniolo @mattslolita @sturnioloslvtt @dumbf2ck @freshloveee @maliaforstvrns @freshloveforthefit @soursturniolo @asherrisrandom @sturniolossss @ameerahsblog @nicksbestie @nicksgirlfriend

dividers by @/cafekitsune @/adornedwithlight

[suosteacup]

Pancakes ~redux~

pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.8k

tw/cw: post-timeskip, food, Kenma and reader are newlyweds here, one swear word from Kenma, kitten as a term of endearment from Kenma to you.

a/n: a rehashed version of an old Kenma drabble I wrote on @/mrskodzuken. Thank you Mari @littleplantfreak for betareading this AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ilysfm 😘 Star dividers by @cafekitsune + support banner by @adornedwithlight 🫶🏻 tagging @pixelcafe-network

The whole house is quiet on an early Sunday morning, save for some tapping and cracking sounds coming from inside the kitchen. A soft plop! can also be heard as Kenma carefully discards a stray egg shell away from the pancake batter mix using a spoon. He then slowly pours fresh milk into a liquid measuring cup until it reaches the desired level, before carefully adding it to the mixture. Next, he picks a measuring spoon nearby, unscrews the cap off a bottle of vegetable oil, and adds two tablespoons of it into the batter.

It’s unusual for Kozume Kenma to wake up early in the morning, much less cook breakfast, but today is very special; the reason why he woke up earlier today is to make you breakfast in bed—after a month of saying “I do’s” to each other, to make your favorite kiwi fruit pancakes with love.

He remembers something you’d said almost a year ago, while having a friendly date at a cafe just beside Kuro’s office one early morning…

“You know, Kenken? When I get married, I’ll ask my husband-to-be to make me pancakes like this one day,” you say to Kenma as you take an IG-worthy photo of a plate of kiwi fruit pancakes drizzled—no, heavily soaked—in maple syrup on your phone.

“Ehhh… really? Well, good luck to him, I guess.” He looks at you with a shit-faced grin plastered on his face. “That ‘one day’ is going to turn into ‘one week’, ‘one month’, and so on—ow!”

“Zip it, Puddinghead. As if I would force him to make pancakes everyday, you know?” you tell Kenma poutily, waving a forkful of pancake in front of his face before stuffing it up to your mouth. “I’m not that cruel~”

He sighs in defeat and smiles sheepishly before taking a sip of his latte.

“Okay, okay, if you say so…”

After slightly mixing the batter, Kenma adds the minced kiwi fruit that he prepared earlier and whisks it in until fully mixed. He then proceeds to dip a ladleful of the batter into the preheated pan, quickly shaping some of the corners with a clean toothpick to resemble cat ears before the bottom side completely cooks.

“Cute,” he chuckles softly, looking proud of his ‘artwork’.

“It sure is…”

Kenma suddenly jumps from where he’s standing, his golden cat-like orbs widening. He slowly turns his head around to see you peeking over his shoulder, sleep still evident on your face.

Your husband holds his breath in for a second before letting it go as butterflies start fluttering inside his stomach. “H-hi, Y/N, my love. Morning.” Fuck. Kenma internally slaps his mouth after messing up his greeting.

“Hi, Kenma, my love… g’morning~” Kenma feels your arms snaking around his waist as you snuggle closer to him from behind. He notices you looking at what’s into the pan and—Kenma finds this adorably endearing—your eyes twinkle as they widen a bit, sleepiness a thing of the past.

“Pancakes! And they’re cat-shaped, too!”

He hums and smiles, slightly checking the bottom side for any signs of browning before flipping the cooked side of the pancake with a spatula. Bringing his free hand to gently pat your head, he says in a matter-of-fact voice, “Did I also mention that they’re kiwi fruit pancakes?”

“Huh? Kiwi… fruit?”

Kenma feels your embrace around his waist getting a bit tighter. His cheeks gradually heat up as he silently continues on making another pancake, with you still hugging him.

He finally speaks in a soft voice. “Um… y-yeah. Because you told me to make one for you when we get married one day…”

“Oh. That conversation we had at the cafe that time…” You smile, both of you fondly remembering the memory.

“Yeah.”

Kenma silently cooks the remaining pancakes, the only sound heard in the kitchen is the slight sizzle of the pancake batter cooking. He feels your weight shifting from behind, strands of your hair tickling the side of his neck. He wonders if you can still feel his heart beating loudly just as he can feel yours.

“Y/N, kitten? Still sleepy? I’m almost done here, you should sit down and wait for me. Then we can eat breakfast together—“

A sniffle. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He then glances at your small form in alarm before quickly turning your attention back to the last piece of pancake, bringing the pan to a big plate sitting nearby before tilting it down, the cooked pancake sliding off and on top of the stack. Kenma turns off the stove. “Y/N… are, are you crying?”

You snuggle closer behind your husband again in reply—Kenma can feel a slight wetness forming at the back of his shirt, accompanied by a few sniffles and chuckles.

“Thank you for remembering. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for loving me, all my flaws and strong points. Thank you for marrying me. My bestest friend in the entire universe. My love. My everything… I love you, Kenma.”

Kenma holds your hand and kisses it softly, smiling. “I love you too, my Y/N.”

And he really loves you back. More than everything in the world.

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