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the taste of strawberry daiquiri still resides in your throat, mixing the frozen delicacy with casamigos had the alcohol thrumming in your veins like the best poison. soft expensive cotton from the duvet dressing the king sized mattress brushing on your knees as your hips buck with every wet, sloppy kiss to your exposed neck. your clit’s beating hard each time the tongue on his stomach licks you up, whining and pressing yourself down harder on his tummy, jerking up which results to sukuna smacking your ass for scooting off.

“sit back down and cum,” sukuna growls in your mouth, kissing you and grabbing your throat with one of the many hands he accrued. two heavy, veiny hands groping your waist to keep you still, your eyes watering from the multiple orgasms you’ve been through thus far.

“s’too much, ‘kuna,” a moan scratches in your throat, gasping when he leans forward and grips the back of your knees, getting on his and sitting back on the balls of his feet. your back is arched, a trickle of sweat rolling down your spine before there’s a line of saliva drooling down your sternum. clutching onto the pink and black undercut of his hair as he tongue fucks your tits, sucking your nipples gently before flattening his fat tongue over and kissing sweetly.

“what happened to ‘i can take it, ‘kuna. m’a big girl’ huh?” that damned smirk curls on his face as he lifts and drags you to ride his stomach, fixating on the white contrasting your eyes when they cross into nothingness. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought.”

the heart that beats in your chest feels as though it’s ready to burst out, dry heaving as your toes curl and your pussy tightens around his second tongue, thicker than the one in his actual mouth. drools more. coats you like water. hotter in terms of temperature. the slick coming from your pretty cunt splashing on his abdomen in the filthiest form.

“gonna put one in now, kay?” sukuna nods, coaxing you into understanding, brushing the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone. your mouth his open and a breathily moan makes his dicks that sit under your ass, layered, one above the other—so fucking hard. twitching and leaking precum like a fountain.

he holds your weight like it’s nothing, all four arms touching your body, hot like steam, your delicate, small figure compared to his so damn irresistible. sukuna’s got one hand around his thick cock, tatted with a band around the base, getting it wet with your cum as he sloshes it against your cunt, hearing the lewd interaction in the closed off space of his private jet. flying his best girl to venice for her birthday. you deserve it, all the trips, all the dates, gifts, cars—you’re his prized possession. possession; it’s what he has over your entirely. the dominance radiates off of him like the cologne residing on his skin you got drunk off of. you’re his. for eternity. and since establishing that, he’s allowed to fuck you like it.

getting one cock in was easy. you take it like a good girl all the time, so he’s proud of you regardless. petting your cheek, skidding his lips over your face after curling up his own from your gummy walls nearly milking him dry. sukuna pinches your cheeks to open your mouth, spitting in it with his dark brows furrowed over his tempting red eyes, kissing it back into his mouth as he fucks you. nails dig into his shoulder blades

“this shit so wet,” he groans, hissing as he angles his head to the side to get a better look at you. fuchsia top tucked right under your tits that move like waves whenever he snapped his hips to fuck you rougher. your stomach folding in, lips full and pouty as you stare down in between where you two meet. sukuna’s demonic tummy mouth swallowing at your clit with that same grin he has on his face.

“ ‘k-kuna, I—” squeals and whimpers take over the voice you no longer had, loosely clinging onto his soft hair as sukuna spreads your pussy wider with his second dick, being gentle and only pursuing once he knew you were ready. a feral-like growl echoes from his mouth, possessing you into his . . .

sukuna has your back flat to the bed down, your knees to your tits with your feet on his chest, sukuna keeping you folded beneath him as he pounds his cocks brutally, your cunt squelching and sucking him in so fucking well. by now, you’re spent. cumming again and reaching beside you to push at his hips to draw some of him out. sukuna doesn’t budge. smacking your hands away and pinning them down next to you, entwining your fingers to hold your hands and ignoring your pleas of ‘slow down’ or ‘can’t take’ its. ‘cause he knows your can. like his sweet girl, you’re meant to take everything he gives you. it’s your gift.

“stop fighting,” his weight on your wrist grasp tighter, arching over you like a god and rolling his waist into you. your pussy milks him so well he doesn’t think he’ll last any longer. your legs are straight, resting on his shoulders now and there’s absolutely no way to break out of this trap. he’s fucking you like a whore, your cunt’s being stretched so deliciously it’s insane to grasp onto.

“meant to be a fuckin’ hole,” he sighs elatedly. breaths mingled and sweat dampens both bodies, sticking to each other like glue. you’re thankful when he slows down his pace, laying his full weight on you so your chests touched.

“you gonna fucking cum for me?” he breaths over your face, kissing you sloppily, awaiting your answer, your thighs trembling, the comforter soaked, and his dick throbbing inside you implausibly. this had to be the fourth orgasm. you’ve kept track somehow. the bulky man before you wasting no time to fuck you the moment his jet disappeared into the clouds.

you don’t know how many more times you can cum, or if you’re even capable of it. but with him, apparently anything was possible.

“hey,” now he’s snapping his fingers in your face to draw your attention back. your body is drained, mind fuzzy and voice depleted. every muscle in your body ached. and this was any every time thing. he was a monster. “come back to me, baby.”

you’re close to sobbing. not from the need to reject or want, but from the overwhelming desire that your body still needed him. even after consecutive orgasms, leg spasms, and outer body releases. he made you feel like your body wasn’t yours to begin with. like he’s always had control over it.

“you done crying?” his brow curls up with curiosity, noticing your body has dialed down a bit. sukuna’s all for pleasing his women. but, you’ve had most of the fun. now it’s his turn to cum as many times as he wants. stuffing you full of it all. maybe give you a few babies if you’re lucky. he’s feeling primal today.

you swallow to gather some sort of saliva back in your ducts, lifting your pretty little head to watch his thick cocks slide in and out of you slowly to bring you back to him, the bulge in your stomach making your eyes widen with fascination.

sukuna smirks. “yeah, that’s the look i want.”

then, he’s locking his forearm behind your neck to keep you in a close headlock, holding your cheek to his before hiking himself on the tips of his toes, other hands additional balance as they plant flat on the bed beside him. he’s ready to murder your pussy, you can see it in his eyes that flicker dark when he momentarily kisses your forehead to let you know he’s still aware of your comfort. he’s not a complete asshole. if you were truly at your limit, he’d stop. your aware of the safe word.

“wait—”

“shut. up,” now, he’s drilling his cocks in until the breath kicks out of your throat, sobbing you of air entirely. skin clapping indignantly, clawing at his flexing backside and spreading your lips to scream. “and take this dick.”

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On the bed was a gorgeous, jewel-toned, sparkly outfit he got you in a color that was sure to bring out your eyes and turn heads at dinner. A backless halter neck dress with a long leg slit that was sure to hug your curves beautifully and flash a gorgeous leg. The high heels definitely looked designer–and super sexy, with a fancy purse and accessories that all matched the dress. Ornate. Over the top and gaudy, but sure to look stunning and classy. He did an amazing job at picking an outfit for your anniversary dinner!

On the bed was a gorgeous, jewel-toned, sparkly outfit he got you in a color that was sure to bring out your eyes and turn heads at dinner. A backless halter neck dress with a long leg slit that was sure to hug your curves beautifully and flash a gorgeous leg. The high heels definitely looked designer–and super sexy, with a fancy purse and accessories that all matched the dress. Ornate. Over the top and gaudy, but sure to look stunning and classy. He did an amazing job at picking an outfit for your anniversary dinner!

“Wow, my star, you really outdid yourself,” Tengen gushed as he faced his outfit you picked out for him.

A jewel-toned, well-tailored suit with an ornate pattern, sparkly brooch, jewelry, fancy shoes, and a shirt he was definitely going to wear mostly unbuttoned.

You grinned at his heart-eyes at your fashion choice. “I can say the same, babe. I’m so excited for dinner with you, we’re going to look so hot for our second anniversary.”

“Hot enough to burn the whole place down.” His hands were on your hips, and he brought you up into a hot, wet kiss. Your lips met and danced with a buzz of electricity that you felt run all the way down your toes in excitement to go on this fancy date. The kiss became not so innocent and made you excited in multiple ways as big, rough, greedy hands reached under the globe of your ass, kneading it apart so you could feel your sensitive pussy lips spread, making you grind into his touch. You both groaned into the kiss as it grew deeper and he ducked forward, fingers rubbing around your throbbing, wet core momentarily under your loose shorts. Then he broke the kiss, stood straight again, and you both were standing there like nothing happened. You looked at him wide-eyed as he brought his two fingers to his mouth and *sucked* your juices off of them, finishing with a pop, making eye contact the whole time. And your little clit absolutely had a heartbeat of its own.

“What do you say, I go to the bathroom and we get dressed and have a flashy outfit reveal?” he winked down at you and you cocked an eyebrow and smirked up at him.

“Well, the world is our runway, Mr. Uzui.” you took off your sweatshirt, freeing your tits and you saw his mind go dumb for a second. You giggled and pushed him a little, “Go, your lady is changing!! I still have hair and makeup to do, time’s of the essence or whatever they say!”

His maroon eyes got so dark they looked like amethyst for a second. “Mmmm…Of course, how could I be so rude, my sparkling gem. I will take my…indecent leave.” He mock-bowed with his outfit hanging on his massive forearm and sauntered off to the bathroom, sneaking back a little look at you and snickering to himself about something.

What a dork. My big, naughty dork.

The second you lifted your dress to put it on, you immediately thought, Oh, and you felt your pussy squeeze around nothing at the sight. Underneath, laying on the bed, was something bright pink, and definitely a vibrator. Quite the, erm, accessory.

You didn’t wait and knew he’d want you to put it in. It was a sizable head with a thin shaft that went deeper, deeper, and deeper until the end of the vibrator cupped over your clit and you gasped when the head hit…your spongey, delicate spot. Fuck, it was going to be a long night of him teasing you for your 2-year anniversary, wasn’t it?

Well. Two can play that game, you thought. When you were done with your makeup, you were pleased. You felt like the baddest lady in the land, and ready to snatch his heart away. Hell, you just snatched your own heart just now, serving major sex FACE, sheesh. Glassy, glowy skin with glitter body oil over your chest and legs. Pink flushed blush verging on erotic on your nose and cheeks. A colorful eye look to match your dress with well-placed colorful glitter (the glitter was sure to give him a hard-on). Full lashes to make your eyes droop seductively. And last, but not least, a nude lip look with a gradient that turned to a reddish pink….the exact same recognizable shade as a certain engorged little bud Tengen was very acquainted with. And a gloss that made your lips look so, so wet. Almost as wet as the ones downstairs currently were. Hair wavy, a little tousled, with an effortless sex-hair look.

The door opened, and a large beautiful aura whooshed into the air.

“I’m out, baby, oh my. You look as ravishing as ever,” his voice dropped at the last sentence, he was breathless. His eyes almost teared up at how gorgeous his darling was. Sure he was the god of festivals, but how did he get so lucky with such a goddess? She was like the sun, blinding every single day and never changing in her intensity.

“Yeah, now that you gave me privacy to change, perv,” you teased, hand on your hip, eyes now wandering to his chest, rendering you just as guilty. “You look great too.” Your words hung in the air as you were just as breathless, and not able to play it cool at all.

He looked…well, stunning as Tengen always is. His hair lay in loose, wet-looking waves. That suit hugged his arms and legs so well, his broad shoulders looking extra wide and sharp. His big, round chest said a gorgeous, “hello world” through his half-opened shirt, and the chain necklaces graced the large neck space above it just as perfectly as you’d imagined.

You both shared a knowing look–and decided to go to the car, but not without him pecking your forehead with his plush lips. Of course he wore the “soft lips” lip balm. Always paying attention to the little details, and admiring every detail you put into presenting yourself, like an art historian admiring a symbolic Renaissance artwork.

He let you pick the music and had it on full blast, with the windows open so everyone on the street could see the lord and his lady.

By the time you got to the restaurant, you were both in a laughing fit about some ridiculous scenario that’d never happen, but was still so funny.

He opened the door on your side and helped you out of his tall, huge, glittery sedan with flames. “You ready to eat your heart out, my dear?” he asked, to which you retorted, “That’s what she said, and she as in me.”

He let out a boisterous laugh. “Hah! What a flamboyant response! Well, you know me, Y/n. I'm always ready to eat, and if you were being served, I’d eat you under or over the table. Just give me the word.”

You blushed. “You wouldn’t though!!”

“What, like they could stop me?” ok, that’s actually true. You both laughed as you arrived at the classiest Japanese restaurant you’ve seen in your whole life.

The restaurant was shaped like a pagoda on the outside, with big gem-encrusted dragons above the entrance, blowing fire as torches, gorgeous roofs with sparkly gold on the end of each pane. You walked in and there were levels of open air balconies forming a square surrounding a large wisteria tree with round white lanterns in the middle and a well-groomed sand garden.

Well-dressed people sat at tables on all sides of the square, and laughter and music filled the air, but not deafeningly loud. Shrubbery and gorgeous decorations were throughout the whole place and the walls were dark red and jade plus dark oak, perfectly matching you both.

You both looked like priceless jewels on a crown, like this place belonged to you. Well…you made every place look like it belonged to you, you both were that type of successful fashionista power couple that was never caught lacking, always working the room, making everyone who gazed upon the two of you accept that they could be your side characters for the night. And that was without even trying. Everyone had a crush on both of you, regardless of sexual orientation—oops! A host holding table settings and two ornamental boxes led you up a stairwell to a private level, closer to the top of the tree.

Everywhere you walked, you felt eyes looking at you and people whispering about how you both looked like royalty, and you both basked in the awe and admiration, hand in hand the whole way.

Just an angelic, flashy, young couple in love. Making the whole world fall in love with you both.

“The design of this place is breathtaking,” you remarked, and Tengen’s thumb stroked the back of your hand.

“Well, if you need spare oxygen, you know I got you,” Tengen spoke in a quiet baritone to you, making your cheeks flush for real directly under your rosy makeup application.

You both made it to the table, Tengen pulling back your chair so you could sit in it, before sitting down himself. A seductive-looking waiter with pink hair and dark tattoos that looked like black jewelry bands around his neck and forearms came up to the table, eyeing you hungrily despite the six-and-a-half-foot machine of sexiness sitting right across from you.

“Irasshaimase, welcome to The Wisteria,” the man bowed in flirty hospitality, then turned more towards you, making you glance to your man who sent you a comforting smile, “My name is Akaza, I will be serving you tonight. What drink would I have the pleasure to give such a dazzling lady?”

Tengen smirked, agreeing that you are in fact dazzling, and you didn’t notice his hand was under the table until it was rubbing your thigh, making your brain go a bit dumb.

“Hmmm, I, I would like the Lapsang Souchong tea- and -gin cocktail, please,” you said politely, voice cracking as you inhaled slightly while Tengen’s hand slid further up your thigh and squeezed. Damn those long arms!!!

“Ah, such a smokey, mysterious drink,” the server’s sharp teeth flashed when he grinned. “A refined palette.”

“So sultry, my lady,” Tengen spoke so lovingly, his hand making your eyes almost roll back as it snuck under the slit of your dress.

“Oh yes, and for the fabulously stylish gentleman?” He whipped to the white haired man, grin never faltering. The tone turned to more of a jealous undertone, disguised so, so well under layers of trained, suave manners.

Tengen winked at you, and his hand left your thigh, lending you some temporary relief from what will be a long night of incessant teasing. “I would like the dark sherry shochu.”

“The 12-year aged shochu, correct?”

“Yes, yes that one.”

Suddenly you gasped and you felt your walls flutter around the toy you almost forgot about. Pulsing pleasure was hitting your most sensitive places, making you want to whimper at feeling as if Tengen curled a digit in your spongy area. You could’ve sworn both men’s ears perked up like a dog’s and they turned towards you.

“Was there something you’d like to add, Y/n?” Yeah, babe, fuck you and your stupid vibrator app, that you’re hiding under the table.

“O-oh, yes, uhm,” your ears felt so red, “I was going to say that’s a great choice too!” you smiled, teeth digging into your tongue as your pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“Perfect, I will get you both some drinks, and please, feel free to open the boxes, they’re our gifts to you,” the server gave you a second glance of yearning, and with that, he left, Tengen nodding in thanks.

You panted lightly, and looked up to see Tengen’s eyes sparkle darkly at your frazzled state.

“Open your legs, sweetheart– I mean, the box,” his voice was smooth and controlled.

“Very funny, babe, did autocorrect get you on that?” you gritted out through your clenched jaw.

Thankfully your vibrator let up as you both opened the carved, gold-lined boxes to find the menu in a cute little scroll, some pastries in a little box, cute sake glasses with your names on them, a flower in each box, and…..

“Red string,” you whispered, “how romantic.”

“Yes, my dear, we were definitely destined to meet. Just like how I am destined to make you cum by the end of this meal,” you shot him an incredulous look and out of nowhere, just in time, the server reappeared with your drinks, a bowl of edamame beans, and some glasses of water. Akaza told you both to ask him anything about the menu when he comes back, and Tengen told him you’ll just need a few minutes.

“Thank you,” you smiled weakly before the server left, and took a sip of your drink which was served in a lovely whiskey glass with a sprig of thyme. It smelled…spicy, woodsy, piney, smokey, comforting, almost like a bonfire. Almost like burying your face into Tengen. The taste was earthy and sort of bitter, but enjoyable. Your lover took a sip of his drink, and watched you shift a bit in your seat as he moved the intensity up and down, and way up, and back down a little. Your pussy felt like it was doing backflips, clit twitching, shivers running up and down your spine, and your mind grew hazy with lust as you tried to focus on what you would want to eat. He noticed your shaky hands holding the menu.

“What’s the matter, babygirl? Is your drink okay?” his voice was above a whisper and laced with faux concern. He ate the garlic edamame as he enjoyed the show, sucking it from its peel and licking at it with his wet tongue, wine-dark eyes feigning innocence.

You didn’t know your hips were moving a bit, and his warm hand returned to your exposed thigh, rubbing circles, leg brushing against your other leg. “You might want to stop moving so much in your seat, someone might see~” he rumbled, making you smile dangerously at him and attempt to still yourself. Gosh, such an asshole.

“Mmmm, I’m alright dear, just looking at the menu, my drink is delicious, too bad it’s not you I’m drinking.” You tried to tease back to get some form of upper hand, take back some power. But Tengen had a funny way of getting his way, every time.

You swallowed as you felt more blood rush to your sex and bit your lip, the vibrating pleasure in your core intensifying. Your clothed, now swollen sex was definitely even more perked up against the vibrator with no way of escaping such dizzying pleasure, and you could tell you were absolutely dripping right now. Guaranteed, if you got up now, there would be a wet spot on your seat through the high quality fabric of your dress, and you were starting to undress your date with your eyes. Not like he wasn’t doing that this whole time.

“Yeah?” your boyfriend teased, adjusting the vibrator on his phone, making your hips buck involuntarily from the stimulation, wanting to beg for him to bend you over and fuck you senseless in the restroom. You keened and gripped the table, taking another sip of your drink to stifle an audible moan.

“Y-yes, I-I want to try a lot of, um, dishes.” Your wet spot got wetter and wetter as your weeping pussy’s throbbing was practically making your ears ring and your heart pound.

“Well you can have whatever you want, my dear. As much of anything your heart desires. Say, what do you think we should order, Y/n dearest? Hah. Akaza, man, be ready to bring out a bunch of dishes,” your date smirked, and you turned, horrified, to the server.

“Oh, yes, there’s going to be ah-a lot,” you finished with a chuckle, a foot kicking Tengen’s shin. “F-first, I’d like the gyoza, a-an order of calamari,” you swallowed thickly as Akaza quickly wrote, leaning in to hear you, smelling your pheromones in the air.

“And, one question, what’s takoyaki, again?”

Akaza smirked, “fried balls of octopus meat, madam.”

“Four orders of those balls, please, with extra cream sauce,” you and Tengen tried not to laugh at four octopus balls with your twelve-year-old sense of humor.

“Mhm, what else?” amusement flickered in his eyes.

“Two orders of Pufferfish sashimi,” Akaza’s eyes widened because that’s the most expensive dish on the menu, and Tengen’s eyes sparkled because that’s his favorite food, “Unagi nigiri with extra eel sauce, oysters, riverstone wagyu beef, cold soba, uni sashimi, salmon lemon carpaccio, lobster tail with butter, toro tartare, the baked salmon cheek roll, the spicy boyfriend roll, and seaweed salad,” you fought but just saying the order made you proud of yourself for not letting a single moan roll off your tongue.

Akaza picked up his jaw from the ground, and turned to Tengen. “Anything else you’d like to add, sir?”

Tengen smiled, knee rubbing against yours. “Some mixed tempura, chicken on a stick, crispy taro, kamatoro, and black watermelon sake please. You can bring any dishes that come out first, but preferably the sake bottle first. Thank you.” Your server bowed and was gone in a flash to put in the hefty, hefty order.

“Yeah, we eat enough for a family,” you chuckled, and his eyes glittered mischievously.

“And we can make a family after I eat you.” You almost spat out your drink, and he turned the vibration he lowered for you to finish ordering, up to the highest setting. You threw your head back for a second, pleading with your eyes, biting back all the whimpers you wanted to let out so, so bad.

This was torture. “Tengen! Y-you’re so mean,” you whispered in desperation, and he laughed heartily.

“Me???” He acted scandalized. “For wanting to start a family? I think I’m not too terrible–Oh! I dropped something.” He ducked under the tablecloth gracefully, so unlike a huge broad six and a half foot man. You almost believed him when all of a sudden you felt two hands moving your thighs apart and moving over the vibrator that was torturing your poor, puffy clit. You bit back a yelp when a warm tongue licked a long, wide stripe all the way up your pussy and swirled over your clit. Stars swam in your vision like a firework show, and his tongue lapped up everything your wet, delicious sex had to offer.

You took a shaky sip of your drink, keeping your hands from pulling on his silky hair, and subtly glanced around. Luckily no one was around at the moment. Fuck, did you even care? Desperate need forced your hips into his face, and you felt a smirk against your pussy as his hands kneaded your juicy legs. Your breathing was heavy and you whined under your breath when he left and went to get back up, setting the vibrator right back onto your clit when he finished. Fabulous.

“Found it,” he said, and wiped his lips with his napkin, setting it back down on his lap as if he had a tasty appetizer. You blinked back tears of pleasure, trying not to cry off any glitter until dinner was over. He could tell the waves of stimulation were doing a number on you, and was excited to watch you come undone by the end of dinner, trying so hard to keep it together in front of an entire restaurant. He found it so sexy how flamboyant you looked, and wished your mewls could be loud and clear right now.

“You tasted so good, my little yome, so generous to me. Such a good girl,” he purred, his words alone riling you up, “I got to taste a delicious drink just now, let’s see if this watermelon sake even comes close, hmm?”

You poured the hot sake to find it had a black color. The dull throb went down a bit lower so you could pour the drink steadily.

“Black watermelon is actually black, huh?” you asked. You both clinked the sake and took sips. A sweet, refreshing watermelon flavor complimented a warm, milky rice wine.

“The skin is black, making this watermelon super rare and valuable, but not as rare and valuable as you.” You’re not sure if it’s the gin finally kicking in or if it was the butterflies in your stomach, making heat rise to your cheeks.

“So fucking cheesy, I love you,” you were melting, pliant, trying to keep your sass, but watching yourself turning to mush instead. But it felt good to slowly slip away into that submissive, stupid headspace. Intoxicated in his scent, intoxicated by the sweet sake and bitter smoked cocktail, waves of lust drowning out any cares of looking proper. You knew Tengen loved seeing you that way, when you stopped giving a fuck, and you hated how easy it was for him to get you like this despite your stubborn efforts to keep your composure in public.

He enveloped your hands in his huge ones and gave them each a warm, mushy kiss. “And I love you.” He really was breathtaking, with his usual energetic smile softened, eyes the color of deep love, looking at you with more admiration than anyone has ever looked at you, long white hair looking so grabbable if he went under the table again. How did you get so lucky two years ago?

Before you knew it, a bunch of beautiful dishes eventually lay in front of you both, and you began to eat.

( DRAWING ID: Tengen sitting in his seat across from you, food on the table, giving bedroom eyes, one hand under the table to touch your thigh.)

Tengen put the raw wagyu on the hot river stone, and it sizzled as he cooked some for the both of you.

“So, when did you realize you loved me?” you asked. He always told you what he loved about you and the first time you both confessed your love, he took you on a scenic hike in the misty mountains, and you kissed under the waterfall. He added to your life in so many ways, and made you the happiest you’ve ever been. But it was all a blur and he could never recall when he first realized he loved you.

He thought for some time, giving you the best-looking slice of beef, and took a little sip of sake.

“Y/n, I think I finally found the answer. I actually knew I loved you the first time I saw your flamboyant self walking in the city, in such a flashy colorful outfit, and not just because of your obviously gorgeous appearance and boldness in your self-expression. Your confidence and kind aura pulled me in. I knew I should give my heart to you, when you dropped that beautiful scarf of yours, and I gave it back, and we got coffee because you had some free time, and blessed me by letting me take it.”

“Why did that moment do it for you, love?” He savored the puffer fish sashimi, letting it melt on his tongue.

“You’re so radiant, and when I talked to you, and your eyes sparkled and your voice just sounded so confident, so powerful, I thought, ‘What a woman. I want to be hers.’”

You were satisfied with the answer, and put some green onions and spicy kimchi into your sauce bowl.

“And now you are mine. I didn’t even realize I dropped my scarf because I was just focused on trying not to stare at you and keep moving forward. But you forced me to look at your cute eyes when you said, ‘Ma’am you dropped your scarf!’ I wanted to be a strong independent woman, I didn’t want to find out if someone like you would re-break the heart I took so long to rebuild, I didn’t want to be tempted.”

“Thankfully, you know we are both strong, independent people, and that alpha female energy is what I love about you. I want you to know I will always look to shine your sparkle from the mountain tops, add more fuel to the fire if it dims. You can climb on me in the process, love, I’ll be that mountain.”

You shook your head, closed your eyes, and giggled. Ugh, he’s such husband material, you can’t even. Him talking like that made you blush and grow wetter, in addition to the low thrum of the vibrator hitting your g spot mercilessly. Men would pretend to be the full package, but it always came with a catch. They always thought you were weird and intimidating for being yourself. Meanwhile Tengen….he’d fuck you harder when you talked business to him. Get so pussy drunk and eat you so good when you’d talk about what you achieved. Being “too much,” taking the leash in your life, getting what you wanted…that was hot to him, and drove all the unworthy away.

“Babe, you’re literally perfect for me, you know that right?,” you smiled at him, “I will always cheer for you the same way.”

When you said that, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him, and then he looked at you like you were a meal and he was so hungry he hadn’t eaten in days, though you both had a 12 dish meal that was almost done.

You took the hint.

“Babe, if you don’t mind, I just need to use the restroom for a moment, I’ll be right back, we should get dessert once we finish,” you winked and he told you, “absolutely love.”

His eyes were glued to your ass when you walked over to the restroom on this level. That dress really does it justice, he thought.

Too bad he can’t see what’s underneath.

Once you went to the restroom, you moved the vibrator to the side, and your head was ringing and your chest felt flushed from how the alcohol combined with your arousal, combined with the soft feelings Tengen brought in promising to support you and your dreams. You snapped a picture of your pussy and sent it to Tengen, your main reason to use the bathroom.

Delivered

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Me: “Your second dessert 😉”

You used the restroom quickly and cleanly despite the alcohol level in your blood making time feel a bit stunted, and then went to wash your hands in hot water to ground yourself.

“You’re, like, so pretty babe!!!!” a pink-and-green haired woman said, washing her hands a couple feet away from you. You squealed, as the vibrator was POUNDING your sensitive cunt, but the lady thought you were enthusiastic.

“Thank you so much!! You too, your hair is so pretty! Enjoy the rest of your dinner!” You grinned, flushed, and dried your hands shakily.

“You too, that dress with that makeup is so pretty. Your date is lucky as fuck!!” her smile reached her bright green eyes.

“Girl, yours too, have a g-good night!“ gosh you were a mess. You grabbed your purse and checked your phone.

Daddy 😫💦💕 loved a message you sent.

Daddy 😫💦💕: fucking tease 😈

Daddy 😫💦💕: Get to the table.

Daddy 😫💦💕: NOW.

You obeyed, having a hard time walking because of the crazy stimulation your weeping cunt was getting, and smiled innocently at your date as you both resumed eating, his breathing looking as heavy as yours as he looked at you like you were his next course. He had a lot to say to you.

“You know what you’re doing, looking so delectable like that, no fucking panties. Wet drool on that chair. You know I could bend you over this table, right? Make all the plates go to the floor, and fuck you in that sparkly little dress and show everyone just how slutty you are and how good you taste before and after my dinner?”

His voice was thick with arousal, and you were thrilled to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Oh I know you can, Daddy,” your attempt at annunciating the word flirtily became a mewl, but you tried to pawn it off confidently. You were squirming in your seat, playing footsie to locate his hardon. Found it. Oh he was hard. As a rock. And he was very amused at you teasing back, as his tongue darted across his upper lip, and he made the pulsing go up and down repeatedly, sending you into a hard-to-control frenzy. You were running out of the strength to resist, to give a fighting look. Fuck.

Your head was spinning.

“Mmm—I, I’m getting s’close, you know?”

He chuckled dangerously. “Well you know me, I never break my promise, my baby firework.” He was such a fan of stupidly cute nicknames that weren’t supposed to work. And as if he cast a spell, flashes of white light spotted your vision like fireworks in the night, and your breathing was shallow. You bit your lip to try and keep your impending orgasm at bay, but it was about to hit you like a freight train.

When you were able to focus for a little bit, you saw your boyfriend kneeling on the ground, and your eyes widened. Wait…..what…..

“Y/N,” oh fuck. Oh fuck. You were gasping for air and his words echoed in your mind like it was just you and him in this moment, like a spotlight was on the two of you and the world stopped turning. Was this real? With the overdrive in your pussy, oh it was definitely real.

“My lady, you have made every day of mine so much more flamboyant than I could have ever imagined. And I just want a chance to make you happy, safe, and full of my love for the rest of your life. I promise to be your number one fan and supporter, as you keep conquering what you set out to do. I never break my promise. I will always make your light known to the whole world, if that’s what you want. I will always be proud of you baby.” Words. So many words, this is too much, you felt a thread about to snap and the pleasure, the love, the praise, the promises, the heat, thoughts of the future, it just kept you flushed and wanting to be fucked full, so full,,,,

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

Snap.

“Y-YES!!! OhmygodsYes!!” you screamed, toes curling in your heels, eyes tearing from ecstasy, and your fiance smiled warmly, slipping a gorgeous ring on your finger as you came, hard.

“YAY!!!!” he roared, just as loud, to save you from humiliation, and he wrapped your trembling form in a big bear hug, swooped you up, and kissed you, both of you moaning into the kiss.

Cheers hid your hungry moans, and people were touched, thinking, ‘Aw, they’re so excited to be together, look at all that passion! The lady is crying, how sweet!!’

When your climax died down, the server brought the check and an oozing lava cake with sprinklers and smiled a bit sadly, since you were definitely claimed with that giant rock on your finger, by that giant stud sitting across from you.

Your ears rang and you basked in the afterglow of your orgasm and the high of just getting engaged, vibrator brought so low you could barely feel it, but your pussy was definitely twitching and still engorged and puffy, needy for your man’s touch.

All of a sudden you heard something sound like a cannon blew off, and above you, in the sky, where everyone could see, was a bright pink firework shaped as a heart, that was HUGE and took up the whole sky, then fell into little white sparkles, making more people clap for you both. What a perfect depiction of how your entire body just felt two minutes ago.

Tengen winked at you and squeezed your hand.

“I love you,” you mouthed. He leaned forward and kissed you.

“I love you, and I’m going to eat you love,” he whispered in your ear. Chills.

The entire car ride was a blur, all you remembered was holding his hand in both of yours, admiring the sparkly ring he gave you. He carried you like a princess from his car to your home, but the second he put you down, you found yourself pinned against the door.

His huge, wide form enveloped your own as he continued that deep kiss from the beginning of the day, your hands reached for his strong neck under his open shirt, and his hands were once again grabbing your hips and holding a leg up so you were straddling his thigh. He ground into you, ravenous, moving down to kiss your jaw, and then your neck, biting and leaving an entire trail of love marks on your body. Your hands finally found their way buried into his hair, and his were now making quick work of removing your dress. It was all happening so quickly, but also not fast enough. You both moaned when your dress was off and his thigh was flush against your drooling pussy, lifting you off the ground against the front door.

“I’ve been waiting to have you all fucking day,” he growled, and you whimpered at his touch, trying to unbutton the last few buttons of his shirt, but his leg grinding on your core was distracting you.

“Focus, babe, or are you too dumb on the dick already?” he chuckled, and took his shirt off himself, to reveal huge, ripped muscles that gave you goosebumps every moment you were in a position like this.

“It’s hard to think when your most sensitive spots are being ravaged all night, and you haven’t even fucked me yet,” you protested weakly as you tried to undo his belt.

He laughed at your shaky hands moving too slowly to do anything, and he bent down, keeping your leg up, and slid out the toy, your juices absolutely soaking the bright pink and making the matte glossy and wet. A string of your glaze connected your pussy with the thing that was making you drenched all dinner. Well, one of them. The other sprung right out when he unzipped his pants, fuck he was so fucking big, always stretched you out and fucked you silly. He licked your arousal off the toy before putting it over your dress on the ground.

You whimpered. “Tengen, p-please.”

“Please what, my love, what do you need?” He was grinding his head against your clit, ruling you up more than at dinner.

“Please, fuck, I need your cock, right now!!!”

“Language, baby,” he bullied his thick head into your entrance and his fat cock pushed all the way inside you in one thrust, your pussy was practically sucking him in at this point with how wet and teased it was. He held you up with both hands and immediately started thrusting up into you at a bruising pace, stretching you out and molding your walls to fit him and only him.

You were a blabbering, inconsolable mess at this point, and wet slapping sounds filled the space, his head hitting your cervix over and over again, threatening to split you open. Your hands were holding his traps for stability, and he grinned, red eyes gazing into yours as he pounded into you.

“How does it feel to know you get to–use this cock for the rest of your life?” he asked, now thrusting at that perfect angle to hit the spot that’s been abused all night.

“S-so, so good, oh fuck, m’close,” you babbled, eyes tearing up as Tengen kept pounding your soft spot over and over, hips slapping your clit, balls hitting your ass, unforgivingly. He whined hearing you say you were getting close. “Is that so?” he mocked, and next thing you both know, your pussy was clamping so hard on him, it was milking his cock of his essence, and his hot, white seed spilled into your walls. Your back arched above the door, and he held you still while you both came.

But you knew him, and you knew he had plenty more in him, and he moved to hold you in one hand as he plugged his hot cum deep inside your womb, using his other to rub your poor little clit, which had some of your cream on it from his harsh thrusting.

You cried out, toes curling, “S’too much, I’m—ahh…” but he was not stopping, and it felt so good it almost hurt as he thick digits expertly worked your aching clit.

“Aww, is it too much for my little wife to handle?” he cooed, and your hips ground against his as you were still filled up, and you screamed while he prolonged your orgasm. His dick twitched inside of you, and your release splashed over both of your stomachs and some of his thighs.

“Oh, that’s a good girl, squirting all over my cock, hmm? Let’s go to our room cutie,” he carried you up the stairs, thinking, what if he bounced up each step and made you cry from even more overstimulation? That would be so funny.

But instead he took you to bed, pulled out, and lapped at your pussy, licking up your combined releases near your entrance. You tried to squirm but he lazily rested a big heavy arm across your hips, rendering you unable to move away from the pleasure he was giving you.

“Gonna marry you,” he went down on you again,

“fuck you full of babies,” he inserted his index,

“...make you a milf….” he said in between smooches to your pussy.

You were too far gone to even say anything back to that, he just had you begging and crying, drunk on his touch and desperate from a full night of teasing.

“Mmm, hubby, please? Fuck me now, please???” you finally managed to squeal.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, getting on top of you.

“Good girl, asking so nicely, you know I like when you’re direct like that,” he pushed your knees higher so they were in your chest, and teased himself into you again, making you mewl at finally feeling full, and so sensitive from everything.

“So good, please please please? I’m your wife, I’m all yours, breed this pussy, please?” you let your pussy do the talking, and being so vocal made him ram in, from halfway out to kissing your womb, then back out, over and over and over.

His deep, passionate thrusts rocked you back and forth like a tidal wave, he was so powerful, and he bent down to kiss you sloppily, both of you suffocating.

“You’re gonna take–ah–every last load, baby, gonna breed you, fuck…” Tengen loved how wet and reactive you were, all needy from his teasing during dinner. You whined and moaned in time with his thrusts, each time he hit your spot you’d make a breathy “ahh,” or “mmh”

He wanted to make your moans his ringtone so he could hear it all day long from his pocket, you sounded so fucking beautiful like this, he wanted it to last forever. You did too. You both ended up holding hands as he kept slamming into you in this mating press, and you maintained eye contact through half-lidded eyes.

You looked down to see the white dribbling out your pussy and around his cock, and he felt you tighten around him. Determined to pull yet another orgasm from you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb and whispered in your ear, “Come on, sweetheart, that’s it, cum for me,” and you obeyed, trying to scream but not making a sound as your mouth made an “O,” and he grabbed your chin to look into your glassy eyes, fucking you through another orgasm.

You swallowed back tears as his huge cock kept its pace as he chased his own release inside you again, his gasping and groaning getting louder as he felt himself nearing that same blissed-out state.

Then he pulled out momentarily, admired how your pussy winked for a second, and turned you around, pulling your ass up because you were putty in his hands.

He thrusted back in, barely holding back, and you screamed, “‘S’too much, toomuch, mmm, slow down please?”

And he laughed, ignoring your pout and pleas to stop for even a second, gripping your ass and thrusting over and over into your g-spot, heavy balls slapping your overstimulated clit.

“I told you, I’m going to fuck you ‘til my babies drip down your legs,” you had no choice but to be good and take his huge cock, your face was buried into the mattress, fucked dumb, nonverbal, just whining as he used you like his little fleshlight.

He pinched your clit and rubbed it just like that, and white-hot pleasure again started to take over as your sobs egged him on, and he stayed just like that, waiting to cum until you did.

You weakly arched your back higher so he could go in deeper, to which he grinned. “Such a good little slut, gonna knock you up, my perfect wifey, so fucking wet for me,” he was babbling, and with one particular rough thrust, you were cumming and crying, the perfect combo, squeezing him for a long time and getting every last bit of his cum deep inside you. He filled you up like a fucking donut, and you felt swollen with his cum.

You were spent and let him hold your ass up so it would all take, his cock still plugging you in.

When you felt the hot cum going into your womb he pulled out and gently turned you over to your side and he got in behind you, laying soft kisses on your neck.

“Are you excited for the wedding, sweetheart?” he asked, nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“Yes Tengen, we’re going to have such a flashy wedding…and invite all our friends and family…” your voice was sleepy.

“And you’re going to be pregnant…” Tengen rubbed your belly, breaking you out of your haze.

“N-not yet!!!” you turned to look at him.

He chuckled. “Fine, fine, but I’m not using a condom, so maybe you will be.”

“I guess I’ll be on top of the birth control, ‘til after the honeymoon.”

“I hope you forget it,” he winked. “If you’re sleepy now, the honeymoon’s going to be twice as bad, but we’ll work on preparing you.”

THE TASTE OF VODKA SLID DOWN YOUR THROAT AS YOU TOOK ANOTHER SHOT. The adrenaline ran through your body with each shot you took. The loud music hit your eardrums as your friends around you would take pictures and videos of you. Getting invited to a luxurious party hosted by bachelors Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru was like getting the golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only the elite got their name on the list and you were shocked to see the invite sitting in your mailbox in the mailroom in your apartment building complex. Your father, the Prime Minister of Japan warned you that eyes were always on you. You had an image to follow, but your father didn’t understand that you were growing up.

You are all grown up now. Super established in your career, bank account increasing each time you blinked, you weren’t his little princess anymore. So why couldn’t he see that? Usually, you would spend hours arguing with him that he couldn’t control your life, but you knew your words would slither into one of your father’s ears and leave out the other.

“I can’t believe you showed up.” One of your friends Mei said as she sipped her fruit cocktail in her hand. “Your father keeps you on a tight leash.”

You kissed your teeth sitting back into your seat. Your head fell back to stare up at the neon lights that danced above you. “This is why I have to do something so reckless tonight.” You sighed.

Mei would raise an eyebrow, “Reckless?”

“Mhmm, I’m just so tired of him treating me like a little girl.” You said over the music. “I’m grown.”

“And what exactly do you have planned? Please don’t say you’re going to get yourself arrested. Babes, jail is not for pretty people.” Mei whined as her manicured fingers traced alongside the rim of the glass.

Your head shot up as you could hear the crowd erupt in pure cheers. Your curious eyes follow the huge group of people gathering around the duo. Mei followed your curious gaze before shaking her head aggressively. “No.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything,” You said.

“But you’re thinking about it. They’re complete manwhores.” Mei reminded. “Have you been reading Gossip Girl?” Mei asked.

“Not really, I mean why would I want to read gossip about myself.” You commented. “But one of them is a perfect opportunity to be reckless. I just need to be spotted sitting on one of their laps or something,” You added.

Mei would shake her head before sighing, “I don’t think you’re understanding me (Y/N).”

“What is there to understand? They’re attractive and I want one.” You gave her a smile before pulling out your miniature mirror to apply some lip gloss. You soon stood up tugging down the expensive sheer dress you wore and you left the section you and your friends had. You could hear Mei calling out your name, but with each step, you took the music blurred her out.

You pushed your way through the crowd trying to interject into the hosts' section, finally getting to the front to get blocked by a huge bodyguard. Your lips parted to tell him off, about to ask if he knew who you were. You were the Prime Minister’s daughter. The one everyone wanted a taste of. The second most searched person on Gossip Girl at the moment (damn you Reiner Braun and your freakin’ engagement).

“Let her in! She’s cool to come in.” A voice behind the large bodyguard said.

You gave the bodyguard a charming smile, batting your eyelashes up at him as he let you in the section. There you stood in front of Japan’s biggest bachelors. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru. You toyed with your gold Cartier bracelets innocently, a complete shameless act to lure them into your plan.

But the thing is, maybe you should have listened to Mei’s words before you sprung out to introduce yourself to Gojo and Geto because those two were like two peas in a pod. They grew up with each other. They went to the same university. They traveled the world together. Rumor on Gossip Girl is that they even lost their virginity on the same night also.

“There’s Gossip Girl star right there.” Gojo chirped as he chewed on the ends of the decorative umbrella that usually floats around in fruity drinks.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Not really, haven’t you two heard. Reiner Braun stole the spotlight,” You sighed.

“Oh yeah, he’s engaged to that girl. I can’t remember her name, heard she has a nice pair of tits on her,” Geto said as he was holding a blunt. He didn’t even bother to look up at you. He was so fixated on rolling the rolled substance of marijuana.

“I’m glad you were able to come to our party tonight. We’ve all heard the story about the Prime Minister’s perfect little princess.” Gojo says as he peeked at you through his sunglasses.

Once Geto heard Prime Minister, his eyes finally looked up from him rolling. He made direct eye contact with you as he let his tongue glide across the rolling paper so the blunt could be complete.

“I couldn’t turn down an invite from you two. I just needed a break from being his perfect princess, you know?” You said as you shifted from one foot to another.

You watched as the two best friends shared a look before Gojo had moved over on the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You were expecting to take comfort in one of their laps, but your plan wasn’t going as it was planned. You sat down in between the two of them. Completely sandwiched by Geto on your left and Gojo on your right. You could get a whiff of the two expensive colognes they wore. You could tell just by their cologne how different their personalities and style were, but they balanced each other out as best friends.

“You smoke?” Geto asked.

“No.” You answered. “I’ve never done any illegal drugs in my life, just alcohol.”

Gosh, you sounded just like a freakin’ narc.

“Do you want to try?” Gojo asked. “It’s not that bad, it’s not my cup of tea. However, it does help when you want to let loose.”

You stared at Gojo and then at Geto who was fishing for his lighter. “We’re not trying to peer pressure you into nothin’, just here to have a good time,” Gojo added as he refilled his shot glass.

“Be careful on how many of those you’re drinking. You know you’re a lightweight Satoru.” Geto warned as he placed the rolled blunt in between his lips.

“Suck my dick Suguru!” Gojo yelled as he took another shot. “So (Y/N), what brought you to our section? Just here to say hello?”

“Uhh no, I want to have a good time tonight. I know after this night and when my dad gets a hold of the tabloids, he’ll probably ship me back to fuckin’ states for embarrassing him.” You sighed.

“So you want to give your dad a show?” Geto questioned as he blew smoke in the air.

The intoxicating smell of the marijuana lingered up your nostrils. Your words seemed to scramble up in your mind. Is that what you really wanted? To give your father a show?

You looked at Geto before slowly nodding. “Yes, that’s what I want. I’m just tired of him boxing me in this protective box. He doesn’t do my other siblings like this. Just me.”

“Well, let’s give him a show,” Gojo said.

“What?” You asked. Your perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed together in confusion before Gojo is tugging you up to sit on his lap.

“Let’s give Mr. Prime Minister a show.” He repeated as he gave you a shot and poured himself one also.

“Satoru! I’m not fuckin’ carrying your ass out of here.” Geto warned before taking another puff from his blunt.

“I promise, this is the last one,” Gojo whined as he clinked glasses with you and down the alcohol in his shot glass.

You did the same. Letting the harsh dark liquor burn the insides of your throat. For once, you felt relaxed. You didn’t care who was staring as you comfortably sat in Gojo’s lap like a pretty piece of eye candy. As the night went on, the party only got rowdier. You weren’t exactly drunk, a little tipsy from the fruity cocktails you were sipping on. But you were well aware of the actions you were continuing to push yourself to do. You’ve heard that Gojo and Geto could party all night if they put their mind to it. When one party ended at two in the morning, they shifted to an afterparty that some rich person in their circle would throw in their luxury high-rise apartment.

You feared that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the duo. It was only the consequences of your rebellious actions. As you let your head fall back to meet the cushion of the comfortable chair you were sitting in. Your mind was preferring the warmth of sitting on Gojo’s lap, but he had seen an old friend and went to pester them two private sections down from where you were. You felt the spot on the leather seat next to you sink, the familiar scent of Geto’s cologne lingered up your nostrils. You also could smell the intoxicating smell of the weed he was smoking. Your head lifted slowly to look at him, eyebrows raising in curiosity at him. “I want to try it.” Your head motions to the rolled substance in between his lips.

Geto stared at you with a blank expression. Gojo’s glasses sitting on top of his head as he would soon take the blunt out of his mouth. He inhaled and soon exhaled puffing out a ring of smoke into the air. Your teeth nibble against your lip gloss stained lips taking in the action he just did. Your heart fluttered in your chest, but it was your thighs that quickly tightened together feeling the intense feeling of your skin growing hot. You tried to chalk it up as the alcohol you consumed causing you to get turned on, but it could have been him.

“Come here,” Geto said as he motions for you to move closer, despite the two you already so close on the chair in the private section.

You watched as he took another hit of the blunt. One of his hands cupped your cheeks causing your lips to pucker. You didn’t even notice what he was doing until you felt the smoke get blown into your mouth. Your heart thumped against your chest so aggressively as you held the smoke in.

“Don’t waste it. Inhale and then exhale.” Geto explained as he placed the blunt back in between his lips. A smirk on his face as he watches you do what he told you to do. “See doll, it wasn’t that hard.”

You smiled at him before leaning over and finishing your drink. “I love hanging out with you two. I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.”

However, once again you realized you should have listened to Mei before entering Gojo and Geto’s space. Those two separate were two different power cards in a game of poker. However, the two together could have you winning the whole poker game you willingly brought your way into. You remember vividly how exactly you made it to one of their luxury apartments. The party had died down. Many socialites move on to another party or go home and puke their brains out. You on the other hand left with your now two favorite boys in the world. Arm linked with the two of them as you bubbly asked where the next move was. The ride to the next destination seemed like it was so long. You jokingly asked have the two ever had a threesome and your curious eyes seemed to light up seeing the stare the two shared.

“And if we did?” Gojo questioned.

“I don’t know, I’m just curious.” You would answer.

Curiosity surely got the best of you during the remaining seconds of the ride. What seemed like long minutes, was only short seconds of turning on the long street where Gojo condo was located. The faint giggles as you kissed one boy and the other was behind you kissing at your bare shoulder. The heated makeout session in the back of the limo felt like you were being passed around like an expensive dish of caviar. Swapping spit with Geto while Gojo's fingers lingered up your dress.

This was the show.

When entering the apartment, you were expected to be met with a complete mess. The way Gossip Girl described the duo, you would think they’ll be complete party animals leaving a mess everywhere they go (that’s including their home). However, your eyes couldn’t stop glancing around the surroundings of the nicely decorated condo. Specifically, your eyes were staring at the light of the familiar chandelier in the dining room. Only ‘cause you had the same chandelier hanging above your dining room table you hardly ate at. You took off your heels before moving further into the apartment. “You have nice taste Satoru.” You complimented.

“Wow, my interior designer would be flattered. It’s not like I’m home that much to live here anyway,” He sighed as he was in the kitchen looking through his fridge.

“You two travel a lot? I saw on Gossip Girl, she mentioned you two just came back from Bora Bora.” You pointed out. You could feel Geto’s arms snake around your waist tugging you closer to the front of him. An innocent gasp came out of your mouth when you felt your butt rub against his crotch.

“Thought you said you don’t read that page that much,” Geto mentioned, his chin soon resting on your shoulder.

“I don’t. Well, not like many other people.” You corrected.

“Still read it though. Which means you must know more about us than you’re telling,” Gojo mentioned.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. Your eyes staring at Gojo before clearing your throat, “I didn’t. My friend Mei seems to know you more than I do. Like I told you two, I just wanted to put on a show for my idiot of a father,” You answered.

Despite feeling so small in the situation, you still held your head high. You’ve been through rude crowds of paparazzi and even the false scandal of your father cheating. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru would not cause you to fold. Your skin felt like it was on fire due to how close Geto was to you and Gojo staring a hole in your body didn’t help either.

“And we did that, many people took pictures. But you’re still with us. Why?” Gojo's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he walked around the marble kitchen.

“Maybe she wants me.” Geto pointed out.

He heard you let out a scoff as you playfully roll your eyes. Especially considering that you swapped spit with both of them in the back of a limo. “That’s nonsense.”

“Maybe she wants both of us,” Gojo adds as he took steps forward leaving no more space in between you and him. You now were sandwiched between the two, holding in your breath trying to hold your composure.

“And if I do?” You innocently asked. Curious eyes staring at Gojo through your eyelashes, due to Geto’s chin still resting on your shoulder, you could feel his lips curve into a smirk.

That was the last before you were a moaning man riding Geto.Your perfectly manicured fingers clutching at his body parts coughing up helpless moans due to the overstimulation. The intense feeling of your cunt being stretched open caused a shiver to tingle down your spine. Your vision was growing blurry, if you concentrated hard enough, you were pretty sure you were seeing stars.

You had lost count at how many times you have orgasmed. From Gojo being in between your thighs slurping up your wetness like a thirst-deprived guard dog to the way, Geto’s mouth latched on your nipples. Your muscles were screaming for you to stop and your body was so close to giving out on you, but the pleasure you were enduring felt so much better. It was like an addicting adrenaline rush. Being on top of Geto while his cock shoved itself in you like a glove, while Gojo also pushed himself into your drooling cunt from behind.

You never thought to have to cross threesome off on your bingo card, but here you were a drooling mess moaning out their names as your orgasm was rattling at the pit of your stomach. You leaned down placing a kiss on Geto’s lips muffling the loud moans that cooed out your body. You could feel Gojo’s fingertips tracing alongside your sweat-coated back as he continued to thrust forward.

“Fuck, doll! I’m going to cum,” He uttered as his head back in pure bliss.

When you pulled back from the savory kiss with Geto, you could tell her was close to cumming also, just by the way his face was as red as ever and the way his lip twitched. A couple more thrusts, you knew like a snap of your finger their thrusting grew sloppy as they were coming down from a high. Your cunt pulsed around them as the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach was slowly going away.

When the three of you plopped down on the bed, you could hear all of your cellphones beep at the same time. Gojo would let out a tired laugh, his white-colored hair ruffled from the intense sexual workout he just endured. “Fuckin’ Gossip Girl, the bitch never sleeps.” He sighs.

Geto who was laying on his stomach in the king-sized bed would grab his phone off the nightstand. He unlocked it slowly and looked at the most recent Gossip Girl post. He didn’t even bother to read it out loud, he just passed the phone to you who was in the middle of them in the bed.

“At least you gave your daddy a show.” Geto sighed as he rested his head on the pillow. “We’ll take you home in the morning.”

You looked at the Gossip Girl post that went into detail about the events that happened in the club. Attached to the posts were countless photos of you with Gojo and Geto. One of you just carelessly sitting in Gojo’s lap. Another picture of Geto shotgunning the blunt smoke in your mouth. Then lastly, you leaving the club with a cheery smile on your face with Gojo and Geto. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you lock the phone and pass it to Geto to put it back on the nightstand. He turned the lights off in his room.

“We should do this again, you know? I have watched reality tv shows about poly relationships.” Gojo spoke up in the darkness.

“Satoru, go the hell to sleep!”

DEATH KNOCKS ON PEOPLE’S DOORS EVERY DAY. According to Georgetown University Bioethics Research Library, a total of 178,000 people die every day. Sukuna wasn’t the best at math, actually, he hated the god forbidden subject, but that could account for over 50 million people dying each year. It was a bit stressful when you were the grim reaper collecting the souls of each person whose life drained out their eyes when they get hit by a truck or when they bleed out to death after being shot or his personal favorite, slipping in the shower and hitting your head so hard it cracks in multiple places.

He had a duty, go undercover, collect as many souls as he could, and move on. When the case file was thrown on his desk in the darkest pits of a different dimension, he wanted to scold. How could such a small town be having an alarming increase in deaths in such a short period of time? He hasn't seen people die that quickly since his first job collecting the souls of Europeans when the Black Plague traveled through the continent.

“I think it’s a cult. Lately, the deaths have stopped since the priest of the only church in the small town has passed away. Well actually, it’s suspected he’s been murdered.” His assistant, Azriel stated.

“Murdered?” Sukuna would question as he glanced up at the file. His red-colored eyes stared at her as she stared right back at him, taking in his features. From the pastel pink shaded hair to the tattoos that embedded his face, and of course his two pairs of arms.

“Yes,” Azriel sighed. She rubbed at her temple before placing some pictures on the desk.

The gruesome sight of the preacher’s head being blown off didn’t phase Sukuna. He’s seen the worst. He cleared his throat before speaking, “So if the deaths stop why do I need to go undercover? I can collect the souls of people who have died in under five minutes.” He questioned. His head fell back in annoyance. Sometimes, he wished he could just stay in his home drinking while a curious angel stumbled out the gates of heaven and sucked him off until he was screaming Mary’s name.

“Well because for one you know who would be highly upset at you not doing your job,” Azriel mentioned.

So much for not doing his job.

That conversation with Azriel was a month ago. He spent a whole week preparing to transition into the real world and live among humans for a month or two. Collecting souls so they could properly transition into whatever fate the lord above had planned for them. He hated the fact that Azriel set his cover story for him to be the one to replace the one man whose brains were blown out by someone in the small town. Sukuna had no type of preaching experience. He hasn't even picked up a bible before. But he was good at pretending, he was good at hiding. So he tried his best.

Until he met her. (Y/N).

It was against the rules to have any relations with a human. Something along the lines of messing up their fate that God had planned for them. Blah blah blah. Sukuna dozed off when the higher-ups explained that to him. But she was addicting. The daughter of the priest whose brain residue decorated his living room walls like an ancient painting in an art gallery. She welcomed Sukuna with open arms compared to the other people in this town. She sat front and center on Sunday mornings when he was preaching words that caused his tongue to burn as they tumbled out his mouth. Each Sunday, her eyes alluded to things her father would be rolling around in his grave if he saw it. Each Sunday, the dresses got shorter, exposing more of her brown skin under the church lights. Every night, Sukuna found himself palming his cock thinking about her. Mumbling alongside the words of god will forgive him for the explicit thoughts he thought about.

But it was that night that Sukuna could remember even if he slithered his way on this planet for thousands more years. The moonlight shined down on the church as he was getting ready to leave after a long meeting about the finances in the church. He could care less, especially considering that he had learned that previous priests before him had pocketed many funds for themselves. So much for doing the lord’s work.

He had changed his clothes from the black clerical clothing to something simple, hoping to pop his head into the bar to sneak a drink while the town was laying low to pray and sleep. His car keys to the black pickup truck in his hand as he was walking towards it, his exhausted eyes soon landing on (Y/N). Due to her father’s former role before his death, she still had a huge say in a lot of things in the church. She attended the meeting and just sat and observed. Sukuna remembered vividly when one of the men commented how she would be such a perfect wife before she was obedient. That her father trained her well. Then soon later, Sukuna was collecting his soul in a tragic freak accident off route 95.

“Didn’t know you were still here Ms. (L/N),” Sukuna said as he tapped the button on his key causing the car to unlock.

“I was wondering if I could talk to you,” She said. She switched from one foot to another as she fiddled with the gold necklace that had a cross pendant on it.

If this was another annoying person in this town, Sukuna would have kindly told them to fuck off. That whatever conversation they wanted to have, could happen in the morning. But it was her. The woman he just couldn’t stop thinking about. “Get in and we can talk about it,” He motioned to his pickup truck behind her.

She gave him a small smile before turning around, tugging on the patient side car door, and climbing in. Quickly buckling her seatbelt and waiting for Sukuna. Sukuna climbed into the driver's side and soon drove off. “You should put your address in the GPS.” He motions to the small monitor.

“Just drive,” (Y/N) said as she looked ahead.

Sukuna’s lips parted to speak, but his throat went dry before he eventually did just that. He didn’t know where he was driving to, but his foot never left the gas pedal.

“I want to confess somethin’,” She admitted.

Sukuna’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. They weren’t really in the proper setting to admit your sins. He wasn’t even in the correct attire for that. He had to think quickly. He had to respond like a priest. “This isn’t the appropriate setting for this.” He admitted.

“I would rather do it here than in that church where I can feel my father’s presence next to me,” She soon adds. “But before I admit my sins, I want you to admit somethin’ to me.”

Sukuna had stopped at a red light. The roads being so empty, you most likely could hear the crickets outside. He still stopped so he could read her facial expressions. He has seen so many facial expressions within his years of collecting souls, he could tell if something was bothering her. However, when his eyes traveled over to the passenger seat he didn’t see anything. Her face was as dead as the elder lady's soul he collected two days ago. The light turned green and he was forced to continue driving down the long narrow road.

Sukuna had visited hell countless times to play poker with Satan himself and he never felt as hot as he was feeling in this car once he felt (Y/N)’s hand travel up his thigh.

“Do you want me Father Ryomen?” (Y/N) asked.

Sukuna could feel her fingertips tapping at his toned thighs and he instantly got hard. She had a charm on him and she knew it. She knew it ever since he first moved into this lousy town filled with possible incest cases and horrible reception. He could hear her unbuckle her seatbelt to move closer, her hands rubbing the inside of his thigh before feeling at the tent in his pants. Sukuna let out a hiss at the friction, his foot accidentally pressing down on the gas causing the car to jerk.

“(Y/N), this is extremely inappropriate,” Sukuna commented. But he didn’t stop her. His hands still gripped at the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were losing their color.

“It’s inappropriate to look at me the way you do while you’re preaching about god Father Ryomen,” She says as she unbuttoned his pants with a quick motion. Her lips curled into a smirk hearing the sigh of relief when Sukuna’s pants were unbuttoned. “So, I’ll ask again. Do you want me, Father Ryomen?”

“And if I say yes. Will you admit your sins? Or are you just here to tease me?” Sukuna questioned as he kept his eyes on the road.

There was silence before (Y/N) brought her hand to her mouth spitting in it. She soon let her hand glide into his pants to palm his hardened member. Sukuna let out a low groan as he was driving. His thighs instantly spread like a horny teenage boy experiencing the lewd events he watches on porn sites. She collected the precum that glistened on Sukuna’s pretty shaped mushroom tip and placed those same fingers that collected his cum in her mouth.

God forgive me for the sins we’re about to commit, was the only thing that was running laps around Sukuna’s mind.

Sukuna pulled over on the side of the road, instantly turning on his hazard lights. The sound of them blinking and the nightly owls that lurked in the woods could be heard as he leaned his seat back slightly giving her more room. His head fell back to meet with the headrest. The young woman's hand wrapped around the shaft of his dick and began to stroke it slowly. She inched herself closer to be able to be more comfortable. Her thumb rubbed at the tip of his dick before she’s speaking once again, “I did something really bad.” She says,

She flicked her wrist upward and downwards while she was palming his cock. (Y/N) leaned over, pooling up all the saliva that was in her mouth before spitting on Sukuna’s cock and repeating the process of jerking Sukuna off. “Shit,” Sukuna uttered as his eyes shifted closed.

He couldn’t focus like that. He couldn’t let his mind wander to talk over her sin while her hands were full of his thick cock. His teeth nibbled at his lower lip as he held back the pornographic groan he wanted to let out.

“Like, I don’t think God can forgive me for what I did. But it was bound to happen. If it wasn’t going to be me, it was going to be someone else,” (Y/N) adds as she gripped at Sukuna’s dick.

“God forgives all his children,” Sukuna uttered. Mentally he was saying how much that could be an argument. However, he was acting like a priest. He had to say comments like this.

When (Y/N) let go of his cock, Sukuna's chest heaved upwards and downwards as he tried to regain his composure. His cock rock hard from the intense pressure that was placed upon and it was aching for more. He watched as (Y/N) would make herself more comfortable before she’s leaning over gasping at his dick once again.

“I killed my father.” She admitted before her mouth was full of Sukuna’s dick.

So much for admitting your sins, huh?

There was a long moment in which time split in two as you rapidly blinked at Sukuna: where you felt trapped under his penetrating amber gaze. Meanwhile, the world around you kept spinning—oblivious and unaware of your predicament.

You noticed a few tells about him to know that he was doing more than watching TV while you were at Gojo’s. Honestly, you’d expected him to be gone by the time you got home, seeing as he never spent much time hanging around the apartment anyway.

How unfortunate it didn’t seem to work out in your favor today…

No matter how long you’d spent in Gojo’s massive shower using his expensive soaps, the faint scent of lube and sex still clung to your clothes, and you worried that he’d be able to smell it—not that you were ashamed about what your work consisted of.

After all, it afforded you all kinds of expensive and shiny things.

However, you didn’t exactly want your roommate to be privy to that information. Especially after finding out he had a dirty enough track record that it warranted someone like Gojo to help dig him out.

You cleared your throat, trying to find your voice again.

“O-oh? What things?”

“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” He leaned forward to brace his elbows on his knees, the look he steadied you with making you fidget nervously.

Your mouth opened and closed several times, probably looking like a fish out of water as you tried to muster a lie—but you’d always been a terrible liar.

“I know about you… and Gojo. And maybe—” The words jerked out of your mouth almost comically, your tongue feeling heavy and uncoordinated as you struggled to find the right words. And he was still just sitting there quietly, watching you—waiting. “Maybe I should change first—”

“No,” he told you and then nodded at the armchair in front of him. “Sit.”

The manila folder sitting in Gojo’s office suddenly came to mind—thinking about all of the unfavorable secrets it held about the man giving you demands in your living room. You did as he said on shaky legs with your heart beating so loudly against your chest that you feared he could hear it.

“You know, I saw something interesting today,” he started as soon as you got comfortable.

“Oh?”

“Would you like to see?” Then he unlocked his phone and showed you his screen.

It was hard to tell what came first: the shock that the person on the screen was you or the sheer mortification that he’d discovered your cam girl page. Angry? Yeah, you guess you were a little bit of that too. Either way, all you could do was gape at him—embarrassment crawling amuck in your veins.

You tried to say something, anything, but your mind felt blank.

“Well,” he drawled, turning the screen back to himself with a cruel twist to his mouth. “I guess since I know your secret, it’s only fair that I tell you mine, huh? That’s what you’ve been curious about, right?”

But instead of telling you, he slid a crumpled piece of paper across the coffee table with an address scribbled on it. Your eyes flit up to his.

“What’s this?”

“Be there tomorrow night at nine.”

The only thing you regretted about agreeing was that you'd never asked why.

~~~~~

You weren’t sure what you expected when the address he gave you led you to an abandoned-looking building covered in colorful splatters of graffiti.

At first glance, it'd seem like you were the only one there. However, as clear as day, you could hear the raucous sounds of a crowd seeping out from under the beat-up garage door and loud, trashy rap music that made it rattle on its hinges.

The thought that someone could easily hide a body here if they needed to made you weary of the place—even your Uber driver looked skeptical when you told him this was your stop. But, of course, that was ridiculous because Gojo reassured you that your roommate was, in fact, not a killer—though he didn’t laugh in your face when you suggested it.

Everything was fine.

Yet, a small part of you wondered if it was worth skipping out on a work night to come here. You were practically freezing to death in a cold, damp alleyway with your short black dress (probably too pretty for the circumstances) and scuffed sneakers that were slightly wet from a puddle you accidentally walked through.

But another, much daring part, wanted to scratch an itch.

See, curiosity was a fickle thing, and your roommate had yours piqued for some time—even though you tried to convince yourself otherwise after finding out he could be dangerous. So you only hesitated for a moment before sliding the squeaky metal door high enough to slip inside.

You followed the loud music down a long hallway and two flights of stairs until you came up to a wide entry that opened up into a massive poorly-lit area—whatever you were expecting earlier, this wasn’t it.

The building seemed to be some sort of make-shift arena, perfectly tucked away in the corner of the city that made it difficult to find if you didn’t know where you were looking. You leaned over the railing overlooking the floor below to scan the room for an unmistakable pink head of hair.

But everyone seemed too occupied on the lone boxing ring and the two men fighting in it—and that was when you noticed him. It’d be hard not to with the few lights scattered on the ceiling strategically centered on the platform—his tattoos somehow appearing starker against his skin in this lighting.

You’d never denied your attraction to your roommate, but it became more apparent as you watched him bounce across the platform and land blow after blow on his opponent.

Clearly, the rush from being somewhere you shouldn’t be was going straight to your head…Or maybe it was the fact that you could see the sweat dripping down in rivulets across defined planes of muscle that you’d always been too scared to stare at.

Now you couldn’t look away—mostly because he couldn’t see you doing it.

Several girls near the ring, wearing cropped shirts with Sukuna’s name printed on the back, gave high-pitched cheers (the bass thankfully drowning them out) when he won. And It started to make sense how he brought home so many women on a given night.

Sukuna glanced over to give them a cocky turn of his mouth only to make eye contact with you on the balcony instead—that smirk slowly morphed into a full-blown grin, and had you stood any closer, you’d be able to catch the dark glint in his eye.

Too bad you decided to stay near the rails.

~~~~~

“So, your illegal boxing habits are why you hired Gojo?” you mused when he brought you to a room down the hallway you just came from—small and just as shady as the rest of the building, but at least the couch looked new and clean enough to sit on.

“More or less.” He shrugged, wrapping a ribbon of gauze around his split knuckles. “I punched a rich snot-nosed prick in the face, and his old man didn’t like that.”

“Oh. Makes sense.”

Were you a bit disappointed with his answer? Maybe. You’d been tip-toeing around him for weeks only to learn that he punched the wrong guy at the wrong place and time. It felt kind of anti-climatic.

You started asking mundane questions about his job: If he liked it? And why is it so shady? His gaze on you was steady where he was leaning against the counter across from you, answering every question without any hesitation.

His brow raised when you eventually run out of things to ask. “Do you feel better now?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded and then glanced around the room—the noise outside still constant—before returning your gaze to his. “So, um, what now?”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed as he assessed you quietly. “Well, I normally get a prize after I win.”

“Oh.” You licked your lips, finding them dry. “Is the money not enough?”

He made a hollow sound, eyes dark. “No. Never is.”

It took you a moment to realize that he was taking steps toward you, and there was nowhere for you to flee—no bedroom to hide in or the excuse of work. He crowded you against the leather couch until you couldn’t really see beyond the wall that was his solid chest, his arms caging you in on either side.

Then he bent down to speak into your ear as if he did this every night: an unsuspecting girl invited into his changing room foolishly letting her guard down at the first warm smile.

And maybe he did.

“So, what are you going to give me?”

You white-knuckled the cushion beneath you, staring back helplessly and unable to move. “U-um… What do you want?”

The deep chuckle he gave sent shivers up your spine. “Oh, Red, you should’ve just picked something. Now I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk out of this room.”

There was no pretense when he kissed you, his tongue licking into your mouth like he was trying to claim you. He was easing you back onto the couch, and you only whimpered a little bit when he broke away to push your skirt up around your hips.

He groaned at the tiny red panties barely concealing your already swollen folds, a sound that you swore you felt reverberating in your bones. “Fuck. This pussy is so much prettier in person.”

You didn’t even get the chance to process his admission before he pushed your legs up against your chest and lapped at your cunt through slick lace—eyes closing with a content hum. The vibrations had a loud cry pushing past your lips, and he only smirked, moving his head side to side as if that would help him get deeper.

He traced your opening through your underwear, his tongue prodding as far as your underwear would allow. Your nipples pebbled against the cotton fabric of your dress as he ran a hand down your front— his nails catching on your stiff peaks had you arching.

“Ah!” You gasped, hips grinding up against his mouth.

"Come on, baby, rub that cute little pussy on me. Yeah, just like that." Sukuna dropped a glob of spit against your covered clit, and your legs threatened to clamp around his ears at how dirty it was.

You felt so good, light-headed, and he hadn’t even gotten you naked yet. His tongue moved in circles, dipping lower when he couldn’t keep your hips still. The intangible warmth in your belly coiled tighter and tighter—

“Please,” you whined, needing more, anything.

A hand came down on your exposed thigh, jolting you, and you blinked down at Sukuna to find him watching you. “You’ll come like this first.”

It wasn’t a question.

He dipped his head again, and when he sucked on your pussy, your head tipped back on a choked gasp, spine rigid as your orgasm suddenly struck you that it had you seeing dots. “Good girl, looking like a little whore.”

You felt his lips just above your slit through your haze before his fingers curled into your panties and peeled them away. Felt him pressing something thick and heavy against your unprepared gushing hole, stretching your tight walls and—

Your phone started ringing from its spot near your head, and a sinister smile spread across Sukuna’s face when he saw who it was. “Answer it.”

But his thumb was already swiping across your screen when you took too long, and your stomach gave an uncomfortable flip when you realized it was a video call.

“Hey, princess,” Gojo’s voice sounded from the speaker. “Where are—What the fuck?”

“Are you shy now? I thought you fucked in front of a camera for a living?” You tried to look away at the sound of Gojo’s gasp. But Sukuna’s firm grip on your cheeks forced you to keep eye contact when he finally pressed his cock into your dripping pussy, splitting you in two—the weight of his hips pressing into you as he curled over your body.

“Sukuna!” you cried out.

“Just claiming—fuck—my side of the bet,” Sukuna grunted.

Bet? You thought, blissfully unaware, but your head was too clouded to ask—

“Come on, Red,” Sukuna tapped your cheek, waking you up from your daze with condescending words. “I had to watch him fuck you. Now it’s his turn to watch you milk this cock.”

You sighed and briefly gathered your thoughts. “I’m mentally exhausted. Everyone at work is so annoying, but I know that’s only because I’m perpetually irritated regardless of the situation. They could be telling me I did an incredible job and I’ll feel myself wanting to lose my shit. And,” you hesitated. “I feel a little, uh, neglected.”

He frowned.

“Well that’s no good.”

You pulled on the flaxen tendril between your fingers.

“No shit,” you seethed.

He glanced over at you, little daggers dancing from his grey gaze.

“You do realize that’s no way to get what you want.”

“Then why does it work like 90% of the time?”

“I’d argue it’s 80%.”

You crawled into his lap and straddled him, planting your knees next to his hips. He cocked an eyebrow and looked over your shoulder at the television. You placed your hand under his chin and gripped it, forcing him to look directly at you.

“I know you’re just as stressed as me.”

“Your point being?” He questioned in a sing-song voice.

You clenched your jaw.

“Don’t you wanna let go? It’s been so long since we indulged.”

Zeke’s eyes softened and a tiny grin crossed his face. You had a point. He couldn’t remember the last time he “put you in your place.” Lately it seemed as if he forged a suit of patience, or rather what you would deride as indifference. He had recently taken on a managerial role at work, wrangling a gaggle of employees. And while Zeke had a knack for exercising power over people, it wasn’t something he was fond of. It was enervating if anything.

“Is that a yes?” You asked.

His hand found itself on the back of your head, softly patting it.

“What kind of man would I be if I denied a pretty, little thing like you?”

“The worst kin—”

His grip tightened around your hair, taking you by surprise.

“Get on the floor, slut, before I make you.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

He glanced over your shoulder making sure there wasn’t anything behind you. He used his foot to move the coffee table out of the way before shoving you off of him. Your body collided against the carpeted floor with a muted thump. He got up off the couch and looked down at your crumpled form.

“Get up,” he ordered, kicking one of your long legs.

You narrowed your eyes.

“No,” you sneered.

You looked up at him. There was nothing you loved more than his body towering over yours. It was such a rarity considering he wasn’t that much taller than you.

“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?”

“You fuckin’ know it.”

Zeke grabbed you by the hair and started dragging you towards the bedroom. The carpet met your back as your shirt ran up. It scraped along your spine, the friction marring your skin. The pain left you kicking your legs which helped him drag you down the hall. This game was always a team effort. As he made his pilgrimage to your bedroom every slight tug felt like needles penetrating your tender scalp. You winced as your skin waxed and waned in a flurry of ardor and agony. The stress was already melting away.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, letting go of your hair.

You sat slumped over by the door in a dollish heap. His fist left your hair a tattered mess. Thankfully combing it out was a task Zeke was more than happy to take on. Once you both had your fill of sadistic debauchery, he became fixated on putting you back together.

“I guess,” you murmured.

“You guess?”

You raised your voice. “I know you can do better… Or are you not man enough?”

“If you’re trying to piss me off, you’re failing miserably.”

Zeke squatted down in front of you and spit in your face, right between the eyes. His saliva was warm and tobacco-tained. You went to wipe it away as it dripped down the bridge of your nose.

“Leave it,” he said as he stood up.

“Hmph.” You pouted and let your hand fall to your side.

“Get up,” he demanded.

“That’s not very convincing.”

Zeke picked you up with hesitation, tossing you over his shoulder. You squirmed around, refusing to go down without a fight. It did little to deter him. His iron will was truly something to behold. Once you were in the bedroom he set you down upright. He stared at you like you were nothing more than a lamb being taken to the slaughter.

“A slut like you doesn’t need clothes. Take them off.”

“No,” you said defiantly. “Not gonna happen.”

His rough hand grazed your skin as he grabbed ahold of your face. His palm rested under your chin while his callused fingers squished your cheeks.

“Do you think this behavior is charming? Clever?”

You nodded smugly.

“It’s idiotic and banal. If you keep it up, I’m going to replace you.”

Usually Zeke winced after saying something so cruel, but this time he refrained. He had grown into his role, becoming more comfortable with it. But he was still plagued with a sense of guilt when he uttered those words. You were irreplaceable and he was certain you knew that.

“C’mon. Don’t you want to make me happy?”

You attempted to annoy him with a garbled, “Pathetic.”

Zeke gave you a swift slap across the face. A stinging sensation radiated throughout your cheek like a shockwave. He never raised his voice nor showed any anger when bringing you to heel. You were instead blessed with cruel and casual indifference.

You pulled down your unbearably short sleep shorts and underwear, stepping out of them. Next was your shirt. You pulled it off and tossed it to the side. You stood in front of Zeke, completely at his will.

He swallowed hard at the sight of your supple form. His eyes lingered on your legs, easily his favorite part of your body. He liked having them over his shoulders while he filled your cunt with his cum.

“Kneel. Now.”

You did as you were told. Your snarkiness had transformed into desperate compliance. You wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of his hand and earn his praise. You wanted every inch of your skin to sing, to be speckled with purple splotches and bite marks.

“Open your mouth.”

“Make me,” you mumbled. It was the death rattle of your brattiness.

Zeke was more than happy to do so. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick cock out. The tip was pink and pearly with precum. He pushed it past your lips with ease. Resisting him had lost all fun; you made room for his cock to fill your mouth. Though instead of sliding it in gently, he was forceful. You nearly choked as his tip grazed the back of your throat. His rough hand met the back of your head and held you there. Drool pooled and trickled out from the corners of your mouth. You looked up at him and were met with his indifferent, grey gaze. He gripped your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth. You breathed through your nose, trying to avoid asphyxiating on his length.

“Look who’s pathetic now,” he said, slapping you once more.

You did look rather pathetic kneeling nude in front of a fully clothed man. But there was something freeing in the vulnerability you presented to Zeke.

“You like being used, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question. Zeke knew you were in no position to garble out an answer. Still you wished you could tell him that you did like being used. Nothing made you throb more than him reducing you to a mere fucktoy. Though words could likely never articulate how grandiose your desire was.

“Disgusting brat,” he growled as you used his thighs to brace yourself. “You’re lucky I let you touch me.”

Hearing those words made your cunt swell with ardor. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping the friction would soothe your aching clit. Fluids flowed from your folds and slipped between your ass cheeks. His soft pubes tickled your nose as he held your face flush to his crotch.

Zeke loved defiling your mouth, how you struggled to keep his cock inside. Your resolve drove him wild. He used his rough palm to push you off of him. He grabbed you by the face and forced you to peer up at him.

“Beg for it,” he said before smacking your cheek.

“Please,” you whined while wincing.

“Please what?”

“Can I please suck your cock?”

“Why should I let you? Convince me. Now.”

“Because you can do whatever you want to me.”

He laughed. “I shouldn’t be surprised that a slut like you would have no self respect. Open your mouth.”

You parted your lips, letting Zeke’s cock fill your mouth. A sick grin of satisfaction crept across his face. He rolled his hips against your face letting the shaft hit the back of your throat. You breathed deeply through your nose and ran your pillowy tongue along the underside of his cock. He let out a hearty groan and placed his hand on the base of your skull. He thrusted, moaning your name as precum dripped down your throat.

Your chest was slowly coated with drool. It left your breasts shimmering under the dimmed pendant light hanging from the ceiling. Your nipples were tumescent and you longed for them to be in between Zeke’s teeth. You looked up at him wide-eyed like some sort of faux ingénue.

He swallowed hard. It was a privilege to have you kneeling in front of him. He kept fucking your mouth raw and gave your hair a hard tug.

“You know I can’t come if you don’t cry a little,” he goaded through gritted teeth.

He pulled on your hair again and forced you to hold the full length of his cock in your mouth. Little tears started to well up in your eyes and trickle down from the corners. He liked it best when you looked like a sobbing statue of the Virgin Mary, brows knitted in blissful torment.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned while clenching his jaw. “Fuck.”

Zeke tossed his head back and grasped your face by the cheeks and thrust wildly. All you could hear was him moaning as he fucked his cum down your throat. Some managed to work its way out of your mouth. Once he finished, he palmed your forehead, pushing you off of his cock. You sat before him with your lips and chin glossy with cum, your breasts coated in spit, and your thighs sticky with your own fluids.

“Do you have any more tiresome retorts?”

You didn’t bother answering.

He continued with his dressing-down. “You’re too easy to break. I always think you’ll put up more of a fight because of that mouth of yours. But every time you're reduced to a piteous slut with next to no effort.”

He lifted your chin.

“Though,” he cooed. ”You were very obedient once I beat you into submission.”

You went to speak, but all you could do was whimper. That little incomprehensible noise was enough for Zeke to get on his knees and tug off his cardigan. He draped it over your shoulders. You smiled weakly and slipped your arms through the sleeves.

“Can I be sweet to you now? I’m running out of fucked up things to say,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours.

You snorted. “Yeah. What do you got in mind?”

He stood and helped you up, letting you lie on the bed. He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead. It was a welcome change from the sting of his slap. Pain was a lovely thing, but exhausting all the same. He slipped his hand between your thighs, running his fingers along your slick folds.

“I want to bury my face in your pussy,” he replied before licking his fingers clean.

“Please do that,” you sighed as he nibbled on your collarbone.

He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping only to swirl his warm tongue around your nipple. Quiet, drawn out moans emanated from you as he began to suck on your swollen bud. His soft lips felt like heaven as he hungrily lapped your breast. In between the sounds of him suckling, he let out a stream of subdued whines.

“Want you so bad,” he said as he made his way down to your dripping cunt.

Your toes curled in anticipation as Zeke bent your knees. He parted your thighs and nestled his face between them. Your breath hitched as his beard tickled your skin. He tongued your weeping hole while his nose nuzzled your clit. You rocked your hips back and forth, grinding up against his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but could only let out a startled hiccup. Zeke surprised you by reaching up and grabbing you by the hips. He dug his fingers into your tender skin, a little reminder that he still lorded over you.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his breath hot against your cunt. He glanced up at you over his glasses. “You taste so good.”

Shyness pervaded your body. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You shut your eyes tight to avoid the brunt of his gaze.

Zeke couldn’t have been less pleased. He dug his nails into your hips.

“Look at me, slut,” he hissed.

You obeyed. There was no avoiding eye contact. He wouldn’t allow for it, not while he ate you alive. He ran his tongue along your folds, savoring the sapid slick that covered them. He wanted to consume you, for you to be his and only his. No one else deserved to taste your piquant nectar.

“Sh—shit,” you murmured, writhing against the mattress.

“Are you gonna come all over my tongue?” He teased.

He sucked on your clit, the hairs of his beard tickling the delicate flesh around it. Your whole body tensed up.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

You went to place your hand on the back of his head but hesitated at the last second.

“Go ahead,” he said.

You rested your hand at the base of his skull and held him close. He grunted as his face was buried further into your cunt. The room was filled with the sounds of your anguished moans and his lecherous slurps. A few labored “fuck”s fell from your lips as you arched your back. You felt like you were ascending.

“C—can I come n—now?” You begged, trying to stave off your orgasm.

Zeke gave your clit a slow lick with his soft tongue.

“I guess,” he said, echoing your earlier tone.

“Fuck you,” you coughed out as ecstasy enveloped you.

Zeke’s teeth grazed your clit; an act that would normally elicit a yelp provoked no alarm. You were awash in rapture. Your grip on his head tightened as you rode out your orgasm. You were dizzy with pleasure and rendered nothing more than a brainless dolly. All you could comprehend was the heat coursing through your body and wetness flowing from your cunt.

“D’you feel a little better now?” Zeke asked.

You looked down, and noticed his glasses were fogged up. His beard glistened with your fluids. You ruffled his hair gently and gave him a little nod. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up off the bed.

“Bath?” He asked cheerfully.

You nodded again. The act of speaking would return to you at a later time. Zeke scooped you up off the bed and carried you into the bathroom. He set you down on the bathroom sink while he ran a bath. Once the warm water was flowing he took a seat on the toilet and gestured for you to crawl into his lap. You curled up in his arms, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His heavy, rough hand slipped under the cardigan you wore and stroked your back. The soothing sound of running water and the heat radiating from Zeke’s body made you feel like you were drifting through a blissful dream.

It seemed you had gotten the best out of life.

your heart aches at the hints of loneliness you see in the man’s life—how he sits on park benches alone as yuji plays, how he comes home to a quiet apartment at night when yuji’s asleep and the babysitter has left, how he eats his dinners alone with no one to talk about his day with. and though you don’t know much about the two that live next door to you, you want to fill that gap in their lives desperately.

“i could’ve carried them,” you sigh, following him into the elevator, “but thank you,” you say softly. “how was the park?”

“yuji finally conquered his fear of the twisty slide today,” he hums, a small bit of pride evident in his voice. chuckling, you reach over and tickle the child under his chin, grinning widely when he squeals with glee.

“yuji is growing up rather quickly,” you poke the toddler’s nose, and nanami sighs softly, pressing a small kiss to his son’s forehead.

“very quickly,” he agrees, making you smile in sympathy.

“i think he was half the size he is now when i first moved,” you say thoughtfully. yuji could barely say your name when you first met, but now, he calls it cheerily whenever he sees you from a distance, and your own heart does a little clench at the nostalgia.

“you should’ve seen him when he was first born,” nanami chuckles, staring down at the boy curled in his arm in awe. “he was charming from the start.”

there’s a tenderness nanami holds when he speaks of his child, and you can tell he loves deeply. you wonder what it’s like to be loved by a man like him.

it must be pure, filled with honeyed words in the morning that are whispered against your skin, engraved for you to remember throughout the day while he’s gone. maybe it’s dinners where he wears a loose t-shirt and lets you have the last bit of wine, pouring it into your glass himself as he tells you events from work. or perhaps, it’s an arm wrapped around your figure in crisp white sheets, tender kisses mapping along your forehead as you ramble about your day, fingers tracing along the expanse of his chest.

“he’s a good kid. i’m sure he takes after his father,” you claim boldly, and it’s certainly a sight to see someone as calm and collected as nanami lose his composure slightly, breath hitching as a soft blush dusts across his cheeks.

“well…th-that’s…” he trails off, coughing slightly. he’s not sure how to respond, unable to meet your gaze, and you hold in a giggle. “ah, sorry,” he chuckles nervously, and you bite back a smile from seeing him so flustered, “i haven’t done this in a long time.”

“we can always change that,” you murmur, “if you want to, that is,” you add softly. a small grin erupts across nanami’s features, and he clutches yuji a little closer, eyes meeting yours finally.

you never noticed the small flecks of green in his brown orbs until now.

“i think that would be nice,” he agrees.

the elevator slides open with a ding, and you both break away from each other’s eyes to turn to the door. you reach over and grab your bags from him in a quick motion and with a second of contemplation, you give in and lean closely, pressing a quick, fleeting peck to his cheek.

his breath hitches once more, and this time, you really do giggle.

“dinner’s at my place tonight at eight,” you murmur, “bring yuji along too.”

he watches as you exit the elevator, and even though the door closes on him as he’s still standing inside in thought, nanami doesn’t mind as he thinks of how he won’t be lonely for much longer.

i think i’m gonna make this a series