“man, i’m soooo bored,” he announced, flopping dramatically across the entire couch so his head landed in your lap. his ears flicked against your stomach as he nuzzled into your thighs. “we should do something fun. like… build a blanket fort. and then maybe stay in it for nine months, or whatever.”

you blinked down at him. “nine months?”

“long game, baby. commitment builds character.” he grinned up at you, zero subtlety, tail thumping the cushions like an excited drum.

you snorted and poked his forehead. “weirdo.”

hint number two came after dinner. satoru had been extra clingy all evening, tail constantly brushing your calves under the table. now he was “helping” you load the dishwasher, which mostly meant crowding you against the counter and watching what you were doing with his chin hooked on your shoulder.

he leaned in close, voice dropping into that silky purr he knew made your knees weak. “you know what would be really relaxing after a long day? some deep, thorough stretching. the kind that leaves you all warm and full and glowing. i’m excellent at stretching, by the way. top tier. its practically in my dna.”

you raised an eyebrow, handing him a mug. “yoga again?”

“something like that,” he said, ears perking hopefully. his tail curled around your thigh for half a second before loosening again. “very… intimate yoga. private lessons only.”

you laughed and ducked under his arm to grab the dish soap. “pass, last time we tried yoga you complained about muscle cramps for a week.”

hint number three arrived near midnight. you were brushing your teeth innocently when he appeared in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips. the fluffy tip of his tail kept flicking back and forth like a metronome set to “horny.”

he held up a little bottle of massage oil he’d clearly just bought when he went outside with the excuse of grabbing mail, shaking it with way too much enthusiasm. “heard this stuff is great for sore muscles. especially lower back and… inner thighs. thought we could test it. you’ve been looking a little tense lately. i could work it in real slow. make sure every inch gets taken care of.”

you spat toothpaste and gave him a look in the mirror. “satoru.”

“what? i’m being helpful! boyfriend of the year material right here.” he wiggled the bottle, ears doing that cute little twitch they always did when he was trying too hard. “maybe that yoga idea from earlier could work well with this too!”

“is there something you’re trying to tell me, toru?”

“no! not at all. why would you think that?”

you rinsed your mouth with a short laugh and patted his cheek on the way out.

hint number four was subtler, or at least he thought it was. the next morning he made breakfast— pancakes shaped like little hearts, because he was nothing if not extra. but the real giveaway was the way he kept “accidentally” bumping his hips against yours while you reached for syrup, his tail sneaking around your waist to pull you closer.

“these pancakes are pretty good, right?” he asked, voice casual. too casual. “soft. warm. perfect for filling up on. you should eat more, actually. gotta keep your strength up for… activities. lots of energy needed later.”

you forked a bite and eyed him over the table. his ears were practically vibrating.

“activities,” you repeated. “care to share what you’ve planned?”

he nodded so fast his white hair flopped into his eyes. “mhm. cardio. endurance training. maybe i can pin you down and—”

“satoru.”

he stuffed an entire pancake in his mouth to shut himself up.

by day three he was a mess. you came home from running errands to find a sheet of paper stuck to the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet. in a sparkly bright blue gel pen, obviously, were two neat columns written his familiar handwriting.

you read it twice, lips twitching.

soft footsteps padded behind you. satoru leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, ears flat against his snowy hair like he was bracing for rejection. his tail betrayed him completely, swishing in hopeful little figure-eights across the floor.

you folded the list neatly and turned to face him.

he swallowed. “so… verdict?”

you stepped closer, sliding your hands up his chest until your fingers brushed the soft base of his ears. they flicked under your touch, then angled forward, greedy for more.

“you’re the most ridiculous boyfriend on the planet,” you told him, voice soft.

his shoulders drooped. “that’s a no—”

“it’s a yes, satoru.”

the change was instant. his ears shot straight up, pupils blowing wide, and that massive tail exploded into full fluffed mode before wrapping around your waist so fast it nearly lifted you off your feet.

“finally,” he breathed, scooping you up like you weighed nothing. the purr that rolled out of his chest was loud enough to rattle the fridge magnets. “three whole days, baby. i was running out of hints. i almost resorted to writing it on the ceiling in glow-in-the-dark stars.”

you laughed as he carried you down the hall toward the bedroom, legs wrapped around his hips. “you could’ve just asked like a normal person.”

“where’s the fun in that?” he nuzzled into your neck, sharp teeth grazing skin in a promise. “though i really thought you’d get the hint much earlier.”

“the nine months in a blanket fort gave it away, actually,” you held back a laugh when he looked so surprised, unable to stop yourself from planting a kiss on his part lips. “you’re not exactly james bond, babe.”

he kicked the bedroom door shut behind you, the click of the lock sounding very final. when he laid you down on the bed his eyes were practically glowing, ears forward, tail curling possessively around your ankle.

“gonna take such good care of you,” he murmured, already tugging your hoodie over your head with reverent hands. “fill you up nice and deep, just like you need. keep you warm and full until that sweet scent goes away… or maybe a little longer. who knows.”

you reached up to scratch behind his ears, watching them flutter in bliss. “my stubborn kitty.”

“your stubborn kitty,” he agreed, grinning and leaning down to kiss you again.

it was hard for him to maintain his patience with the child.. but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before.

“get over here now so i can tie your shoes, boy.” he added a light sternness to his voice, hoping that would be enough to get the kid to listen for once.

yuji stared back at him with a look of boredom, one that sukuna matched almost instantly. the boys were too stubborn for their own good.

“okay kuna!” at first sukuna thought he was trying to trick him but the kid actually complied.. looks like the stern voice worked after all.

sukuna finally felt comfortable with escorting the boy to class once his shoes were properly tied. he didn’t need that little brat tripping and falling on his ass. “you got all your shit in that ugly backpack of yours right?”

“yup yup. wanna go to school now, wanna see ms. (l/n), and all my friends!” he cheered— a cheeky smile on his face like always. sukuna’s brows raised at that, ms. (l/n) huh? he was always curious as to who you were.

obviously you were a teacher of yuji’s. but with the way the kid always talked about you, he couldn’t help but wonder what you looked like. maybe today would finally be the day he got a glimpse of his competition?

according to yuji, you and sukuna were his favorite people in the whole wide world. not including his best friends megumi and nobara, that is!

sukuna always got jealous when the little brat talked about you. because every time he did, there was this unrecognizable glint in his eyes. one that he never gave sukuna or anyone else for that matter. who wouldn’t be jealous?

“alright kid, let’s get you to class.” sukuna gripped him by the back of his paw patrol hoodie, and dragged him along through the open gates. no wonder it wasn’t very crowded outside, school started thirty minutes ago.

he knew the class number by heart because of how much yuji brought it up at home, the kid really did love his school.

room 304. when they finally made it, yuji wasted no time busting in the classroom with that signature smile of his. every head turned in his direction and nearly every kid was up and greeting him. that’s yuji alright, he always had a way of making everyone he met love him.

sukuna stood in the door frame with a blank stare on his face, eyes doting around the room for the teacher who’s name was already embedded into his brain.

“aww yuji, glad to see you made it!” a light voice called out, causing sukuna’s head to snap in it’s direction. “i managed to save you your favorite doughnut before everyone snagged them all,”

almost in an instant, that familiar glint of happiness took over the boy’s vision. and before you knew it he was ditching his friends and running towards you.

“ms. l/nnn, i missed you lots!” his perky voice dragged out, tiny arms wrapping around your knee because that’s all he could reach.

when sukuna’s eyes met your soft ones, everything finally clicked. now he knew why the brat loved you so damn much. it took everything in him to not fall to his knees right then and there, you were ethereal.

one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen in his lifetime, he felt like he’d been blessed to even be receiving a glance back from you. your bright smile, that contagious laugh, and that perfect pretty face. he couldn’t believe someone like you even existed.

you gave sukuna a small smile before picking up yuji, placing him on your hip. the kid was so busy munching on his donut he didn’t even notice he was off of the ground.

sukuna maintained his look of boredom, he couldn’t let himself be too affected by your beauty. he had more self-control than that. the clacking of heels snapped him out of his thoughts, where were you going? fuck were you heading over to him?

‘fuck fuck fuck fuck’ his mind chanted the words like it was a mantra. he didn’t have much time to register— or prepare, before you were in his face with his brother accompanying you.

“hey, i don’t think we’ve ever met!” your head tilted, taking in the appearance of the man before you. no doubt him and yuji were related, they looked almost exactly alike. “i’m ms. (l/n), yuji’s teacher for the year!”

he wanted to say he already knew your name, first and last from how much the little brat always talked about you, but he decided against it.

“nice to meet you, im sukuna. and that brat’s my little brother,” the older man pointed to the boy who was resting comfortably in her arms, still downing his doughnut.

“well it’s nice to meet you too, sukuna.” you held a free hand out to greet him, and it took a while for him to process it all. you almost thought he was going to leave you hanging.. but he proved you wrong, putting his firm and tattooed hand in yours.

the touch of him lit something in you, what was this feeling? and when the hell did it get so hot all of a sudden??

“you’ve got a real great little brother here, he’s so well behaved!” you pinched the boy’s cheeks, enchanted by his cute smile. tch. like hell, if only you knew how much of a actor the kid was.

“yeah he can be pretty great.. sometimes,” just saying it felt foreign to him.. but he supposed it wasn’t too bad. he never gave yuji praise, so what’s the harm in doing it just this once?

your beautiful smile was almost enough to have him return it, but he hated smiling. the only person who’d ever made him smile was his little brother, a real demon in disguise.

“my bad that he’s so late. do i need to sign him in?” sukuna questioned, knowing that schools usually had a sign in and sign out system.

you paused for a second, “no it’s fine, ill do it for you! i know you’re probably tired of being cramped up in here already.”

surprisingly he actually wasn’t. he enjoyed this little conversation the two of you had, even if it was short and just formalities. “thank you for that, i appreciate it.” his hand came up to his brother’s hair— giving it a small ruffle.

“ill see you later, brat. make sure you behave yourself,” the stern voice came out again, but ever so slightly. yuji’s chubby cheeks scrunched up and he smiled the biggest smile of them all.

“yes kuna, ill be good! want some doughnut?” his small hands held a piece of his donut to his older brother’s mouth, and sukuna opened his mouth slightly.

your heart warmed at their interaction, it was too cute. who knew yuji had an older brother? at first, you made the mistake of thinking sukuna was his dad.. but it actually made sense that he wasn’t. his demeanor gave off older brother much more than dad.

sukuna gave his brother one last goodbye before turning his attention back to you, his piercing gaze making you want to disappear.

it was silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say to the other. it was you who finally broke the silence, something you were unmistakably good at.

“well i guess this is goodbye, sukuna.. unless you want to stick around with me and these little ones?” you teased, your lips forming in a small smirk.

hanging around in a room filled with brats who are possibly even more annoying than yuji? no thank you.

“yeah im gonna pass..” he scratched the back of his head, causing a bubbly laugh to form in your throat. god your laugh was so cute. it was just as contagious as yuji’s, which is why he couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with you.

“that’s fair! kids can really be a handful.” you smiled. there was something about this man.. something that made you want more. it was very unlike you, but you found yourself wanting to see him again.

and little did you know, he felt the exact same.

—

ever since that day he met you, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. that welcoming smile, your wonderful scent, those pretty eyes.. everything about you had him going insane.

he ran into you again a few times after that. sukuna usually dropped yuji off at the gate instead of walking him to class, now he walks him to class every day. all in hopes to see you again.

it’s been working for the most part.. but he needed more. just seeing you and talking to you were no longer enough, he was stuck.

sukuna had no idea on how to advance whatever this thing the two of you had was. he wasn’t delusional, you definitely felt the same as he did.. even if only a little bit.

his other brother— choso, noticed his frustrations and suggested they go out for once. that’s how he ended up in this loud and crowded bar, drinking all of his problems away.

yuji was with his grandparents so he didn’t have to worry about that brat too much. the kid was in great hands for the night.

“so are you gonna tell me what has you so..” the black haired man paused for a moment, thinking of a right word for it. “disoriented?” just the thought of it had sukuna sighing.

he took a snag of his drink, getting ready for a little ‘therapy session’. choso had always been the brother that likes to solve other people’s problems. he may have been younger but he was definitely more mature than sukuna.

“it’s yuji’s fuckin’ teacher, (y/n) (l/n).” he spat. “i can’t get her out of my damn head. the little minx,” now this.. was intriguing. choso couldn’t help the smile forming, or the low chuckle that followed after. “the fucks so funny?”

“i just wouldn’t expect you to be this worked up over some girl, that’s all.” choso waved his hands in defense, but he did have a point.

the infamous ryomen sukuna stressed over some elementary teacher he barely even knew? who would’ve thought…

“well the sukuna i know wouldn’t just be sitting here, he’d do something about it.” choso shrugged— hoping he actually talked some sense into his brother. it was hard to get through to sukuna because of how stubborn he was. he never liked to listen to anybody, or abide by any rules.

the more he thought about it the more he realized choso was right. he’s ryomen fucking sukuna, the man who always gets whatever he wants. and in this case, what he wanted was you.

choso downed the rest of his drink, while staring intently at his older brother. he knew sukuna more than almost anyone, choso was positive his brother would get what he wanted sooner or later.

“how about you go get us some more drinks, im gonna need em’ if im to deal with your shit.” he slid the glass cup across the table which sukuna stopped with ease.

if it were anybody else talking to him like that, sukuna probably would’ve killed them. but this was choso so he let it slide, “shut up, kid. i’ll get your stupid fuckin’ drink.”

without waiting for a reply, he walked off. this bar was so humid, and there were people all over the place. playing pool, making out, passed out, you name it.

in times like these sukuna couldn’t help but think about you. what were you doing right now? were you thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you? all these questions he would probably never know the answer to, and it pissed him off.

“can i get a light vodka, with a side of lime please!” an awfully familiar voice called out, making sukuna stop dead in his tracks. it took everything in him to not drop both glass cups onto the floor. he’d know that voice from anywhere, it was you. but what were you doing here?

you didn’t notice him yet which he was thankful for, he looked like a star struck little kid. but when he did finally get himself together, your name was the first thing to fall from his lips. “(y/n)?”

your head perked up at that, looking around until your eyes finally met his. no way..

“sukuna! what are you doing here?!” you exclaimed— that pretty smile taking its natural place on your face.

he eyed you dangerously, taking in every ounce of your appearance. you wore a skin tight dress that was a bit too short for his liking, and with the way you were sitting he almost had a full view of your ass cheek. the man didn’t know whether to be aroused, or pissed off.

“i came here with my brother to get out for a bit. what are you doing here?” that was the question he wanted answered. you were here alone, with a dress that barely passed as clothing at all. were you on some type of fuckin’ date or something?

before answering his question, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the seat that was closest to yours. you wouldn’t admit it but.. you only did it because you didn’t like that he was so far away.

his eyes lit up when your hand met his, he felt like he was going to die. sukuna couldn’t tell because of how good you were at playing it off, but you were eying his appearance as well.

he wore a fitted black shirt, with black jeans to match, and not to mention the silver chains around his neck to bring it all together. nearly every arm tattoo he had was on full display and it was doing something to you.

it took everything in you to not pounce on him right here, right now. and sukuna felt the exact same, watching your eyes take him in as he gave you a look of pure lust.

the sexual tension was so strong almost anyone could sense it, you knew for a fact what would happen if you guys kept this up. you needed to snap out of it, before you did the unthinkable.

“uhm so, you have other brothers?” you crossed your legs while rubbing the skin on your arm. you were starting to get chills from this man, what was he doing to you?

“there’s yuji, then there’s choso who’s closer to my age.” he pointed to the table where his brother was glaring daggers into you both. his glare was almost as scary as sukuna’s, what the fuck was up with these two?

“don’t mind him staring like that..” he mentally rolled his eyes, he should’ve known. choso could be fairly nosey at times, sukuna figured he probably pieced it all together by now. “he’s just not a people person.”

you chuckled at the fact that he really wasn’t either, but sukuna didn’t laugh along with you this time. “you still didn’t answer my question,” his head tilted to the side as his eyes worked their way down your whole body.

“why’re you here all by yourself?” you looked off to the side letting out a slight sigh. well you very well couldn’t tell him the truth. that you were on your way home but saw his car parked here, and decided to pay a visit. you’d look like a fucking psycho. “same as you kind of. i just wanted to get out of the house.”

he gave a soft hum to that, nodding his head. for some reason he just didn’t believe you, and you could tell. a pretty thing like yourself coming to a bar like this all alone, just for the hell of it? no. you weren’t telling the truth. sukuna knew it, and so did you— but neither of you were willing to speak up about it.

“i’ve been thinking about you a lot since we met, y’know?” his eyes never left your soft ones, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss all over your pretty little face. to sukuna, you were already his. he just needed you to finally accept it.

you felt your heart beating even faster than before, and now the chills weren’t just on your arms but your whole body. you need to pull it together. you’re finally getting the chance that you’ve been longing for, and you weren’t letting it go to waste.

“ive been thinking about you too, sukuna.. a lot more than i should be.” you tried to hide the small tremble in your voice, but he could see right through you. how cute of you to try and put on a brave voice for him though.

“you wanna get out of here?” and there it was. the words you’ve been dying to hear ever since he came up to you. your pussy throbbed just looking at him— it always did. since the day you two first met and every time you’ve seen him since then, she just gets wet.

at first you thought it was nothing. but the more you saw him, the more you talked to him, and the more you heard that enticing voice of his.. you knew. you wanted this man, no. you needed this man.

“yes please.” you whispered, and that was all the clarification he needed. he was right, you wanted him in the same ways he wanted you. a cheeky grin spread across his lips and within an instant he was grabbing your hand and pulling you from your seat.

as much as he wanted to hurry and get you to his place, he needed to borrow something from choso first. sukuna slid his arm across your waist on the walk back to his table, he needed all these bastards to know who you belonged to.

choso’s lazy smile was the first thing he saw once he reached the table, but the smile dropped as soon as he saw there was no drink in his brothers hand. “hey where the hell is my drink?”

“gonna have to get it yourself,” sukuna shrugged before pulling down part of your dress that was rising in the back. “let me borrow your jacket really quick.” he pointed to the coat that was hanging on an empty chair, and choso knew better than to question him.

without saying anything he handed the coat over, and took a glance at you. it was a cold stare, just like before when you were sitting at the bar. “hey, im choso. his little brother that he’s too rude to introduce.”

you smiled ever so slightly, giving him a small wave. “hi im (y/n)! nice to meet you.” that name was all he needed to hear for a small smile to reappear. he knew his brother could do it, he just needed a little push.

sukuna didn’t know how much longer he could wait, he needed to get out of here now, both of you did. he could tell you were getting antsy as well.

“we don’t have time to stay around and chit chat.” sukuna sighed. he left some money on the table to pay for both him and his brothers expenses, and bided choso a small goodbye to which he returned.

on the way out he could feel the glances of old and drunk men staring you down in that tiny ass dress you had on. he hated it.

the pink haired man growled out a string of curse words before taking the jacket, and wrapping it around you. “keep this on until we get to my place. i don’t want any of these fuckers looking at you, ever if i can help it.”

the tone of his voice and how protective he was over you had you even hornier than before. how was this even fucking possible? this man was driving you absolutely crazy. “sukuna please hurry, i need you.” you whined, and gripped onto his arm.

with the position you were in he could feel your tits right against chest, he almost wanted to say fuck it and bend you over right across the bar counter.

“fuck woman, gotta’ be patient for me okay? ill give you what you want soon enough.”

—

as soon as sukuna got the door open, your lips were on his almost immediately. the two of you were tripping over your own steps, but neither of you cared. the man picked you up with ease— refusing to take his lips off of yours.

once he made it to his room he wasted no time tossing you onto his bed, and ripping off your dress in the process.

sukuna had no mercy when it came to ripping it. “hate this fuckin’ dress, got everybody staring at you and shit.” his anger only got worse once he remembered the looks of all the guys in the bar.

“mhmm want you s’bad,” you bit your lip while bringing a hand down to your panties, attempting to get some type of friction.. but sukuna wasn’t allowing it.

sukuna gently slapped your hand out of the way, “don’t touch it, only me okay?” the whines of frustration you let out sent blood straight to his dick, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

his hands gripped on the waistband of your panties and ripped them away with so much ease. why were your clothes so easy to rip? and more importantly, why did he keep ripping them?!

just the sight of your pussy alone could’ve had him cumming right on the spot. it’s even prettier than he imagined.

you found yourself getting shy from how intense he was staring, so you shut your legs. maybe he didn’t like it? was he rethinking his decision to bring you back to his home?

“tch. who told you to close them, you brat?” he spat. his hands shoved them back apart, making a gasp fall from your throat. he was so rough, and you loved every second of it.

he took a good look at your glistening folds— savoring every second of this moment. he’d waited long enough after all. without any warning his lips latched onto your thigh, gently kissing on the soft skin.

the biting didn’t come until after he remembered all those fuckers from the bar. he needed to mark you, stake his claim on you before anyone else got the chance.

“n..no more teasing sukuna! need you. right here,” your hand grazed over your pussy, gathering some of your wetness along the way. you stuck your hand in your mouth after— sucking on it slowly while staring straight in his eyes.

he grinned, amused by your little show. “nasty ass girl. call me ryomen,” your pussy clenched at the mention of his first name, that you never knew. “hm? she likes my name doesn’t she?”

you nodded hysterically, patiently waiting for the man in front of you to finally stop with all the teasing. you’ve wanted this since the first day you met him.. now it was finally happening.

his warm breath hitched over your pussy as he placed small kisses over your clit— the juices getting all over his lips. he spat a glob of spit onto your folds, watching it slowly fall down in fascination.

it wasn’t long before he went back to his attack on your pussy, pushing his tongue into your tight little hole causing you to squirm. your hand met the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer to your cunt— if that was even possible.

“such a pretty ass pussy you got here, all f’me huh?” he used his hands to spread your lips— giving him more access to all your sweet spots. “yes ryo yes! mm, all for you!”

you were this fucked out already and he hadn’t even stuck his dick in you yet? he couldn’t help the chuckle falling from his lips, “think it’s time i get serious,”

the man took his thumb and circled it around your clit, softly flicking it in the process. one look at you had his dick even harder. drool was dripping down your chin, and your bra was slightly ripped open from his previous assault on your dress. now he even had a clear view of those perfect tits of yours.

“want you to play with your tits for me, princess.” he coated his finger in spit and pushed it inside of you, watching your face scrunch up. “did ya’ hear me brat? can you do that f’me?”

when he added a second finger, you felt like you were already on cloud 9. and you didn’t even get a taste of his cock yet, you just knew you were in for it.

“f..fuck yes, i can do that. i’ll do it for you!” your hands slid up your stomach, and up to your tits that were already so sensitive because of the cold. you squeezed them gently while locking eyes him, your juices dripping down his chin was enough to push you over the edge.

once you felt him curve his fingers, it was over. you couldn’t hold back the familiar pit in your stomach for any longer. your hips moved on their own, and right now they were grinding against his thick fingers, longing for more of that overwhelming pleasure. “‘m gonna cum ryomen, ohh fuck!”

the way his name sounded falling off you lips had him going berserk. sukuna felt you getting tighter around his fingers, and just before he got the chance to pull them out.. you were already cumming, a silent scream to go along with it.

with a hiss, he took his fingers out of you as strands of cum dripped down his hand. “who gave you permission to do that, you damned brat?” the man gave your pussy a light smack, causing your whole body to jerk.

“mm stop, ‘m sensitive now!” you tried to shut your legs, but he was quick to give your thigh a slap. “keep this shit open (y/n).”

a small whimper fell from your lips as you followed his orders and kept your legs open to his liking. he brought his hand with your cum on it up to his mouth, and wasted no time licking it clean. “tastes so fuckin’ good, shittt.”

you tugged on his shirt, trying to get it off and getting frustrated when you couldn’t. “wan’ this off ryo, take it off.” he gave you a stare that you didn’t recognize and took his shirt off, revealing his chest to you.

he had tattoos in almost every corner of his body, and he was absolutely ripped. you’d be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing at the sight. “wanna touch ‘em mama? you can,”

you ran your hand across his chest slowly, feeling every ounce of muscle he had. from abs, to biceps, to v line.. it wasn’t long before you were tugging on his pants too, letting him know you wanted those off next. to which he chuckled, but still did as you said and slid them off.

now all he was left in was his boxers and that was next to go. this time you didn’t have to say anything, he already knew. his boxers were off in an instant, and next thing you knew he was hovering over you.

“you sure you want this brat.. not gonna take it easy on you y’know?” it was sweet, but you didn’t care about any of that. in this moment right now.. you’d let this man do whatever to you. “‘s okay baby. i jus’ want you, need you to fill me up so bad.”

those words alone were enough for him. he gave you a cheeky smile and wrapped your thighs around him, slowly slapping his tip on your aching clit.

you looked so pretty like this. sprawled out on his bed, all eager and ready for him. if sukuna had it his way you’d be like this everyday. he was mesmerized by the way your pussy clenched at the smallest of things, “so fuckin’ perfect.”

your soft hands rested on your thighs as you held them apart in anticipation. his words only added onto your fire.. and you didn’t know how much longer you could take this.

when the man in front of you finally decided to make his first move, your eyes almost plunged out of your head. with a slow rock of his hips he was already sliding inside of you with ease, being careful not to overwhelm you.

once he was in, your gummy walls involuntarily clenched at the intrusion. it hurt. you nearly had the sensitivity of a virgin because of how long it’s been since you last had sex— and the size of him wasn’t making things any better.

to sukuna, this was heaven. he had to stop himself from cumming right there on the spot. with the way your deprived little cunt clamped down on him every other second, he definitely wasn’t going to last.

“fuck girl,” he let out a tight lipped grunt while giving your thigh a small smack. “lemme in, gotta relax for me yeah?” it was true you did need to relax, your whole body was tense and shaking, and he hadn’t even moved yet.

“‘m sorry.. can’t help it.” small whines left your mouth and you found yourself finally calming down— body included. when you weren’t as stiff anymore, sukuna took that as his sign to move.

cold yet comforting hands rested on your stomach, playing with the tiny pudge. sukuna couldn’t stop his mind from wondering.. you’d look even prettier with your tummy all swollen.

the room was filled with the sounds of skin clapping, and you choking on your own spit. you were already going brain dead.. and sukuna wasn’t far behind. the divine man was already so caught up in his own little fantasy.

what if he didn’t pull out tonight.. what if he got you pregnant and glued to him for life? yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea. he’s always been a selfish man, and this situation was no different. how else would he make sure you never left him?

the pace of his strokes only got sloppier, rougher. before you knew it he had one of your legs over his shoulders, and he left a litter of kisses starting from your calves all the way down to your feet. every inch of this perfect body was his, and he wasn’t going to stop until you realized it too.

“this..” he started off, bringing his hand down to massage your poor puffy clit. “and this..” now his hands were groping at your chest as he brought his lips toward your perfect tits. the realization that he barely payed them any attention had him quickly latching his mouth onto your nipple— somewhat eager like a baby.

his mouth was tired and red from all the attacks on your body, but he didn’t care. all the pain was worth it if it meant bringing you pleasure.. that’s how head over heels he was. he only pulled away after he’d given both of your nipples a soft bite, and his eyes never left yours.

ah, how could he forget? the most important part. “this too,” he grinned, and within a split second both of his hands were on your stomach— pressing down onto the lower area. “it’s all fuckin’ mine, you hear brat? nobody else gets this shit,”

your face twisted at the random feeling of pressure, it was too much. answering his question was the very last thing on your mind. right now all you could think about was getting this man out of you before you lost it. a mix of tears and drool dripped down your face, and onto your exposed body.

“oh s..shit ryo please! ‘s too much, can’t take it!” your shaking hands went to his stomach, eagerly trying to push him away. “mm ‘m gonna fuckin’ pee if you don’t quit it!”

he growled at your measly attempt at pushing him away, and wasted no time slapping your hands away. who the fuck did you think you were? trying to push him out of such a heavenly cunt like yours?

“don’t do that again.” the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order, and something that you should definitely follow, or else. “where’d my good girl go, hm?” he cooed, a small pout on his lips.

he brought his thumb to your clit and flicked it slowly, but not before wrapping his hand around your throat as a means to trap you. the tip of his dick hit against your cervix over, and over, and over again— making your jaw drop in response. and the smirk forming on his lips couldn’t be any bigger.. he finally found it.

“that’s your spot mama. feels good?” you mindlessly babbled through your spit as he wiped away the stream of tears on your pretty face. “yes y..yes yes right there, oh fuck!” your legs wrapped around him on their own, craving for the man in front of you to be even closer.

with the way your pussy was clamping down on him more aggressively than before, he could tell you were almost at your limit. perfect.

“gonna cum so deep in this tight lil’ pussy, fill you up til’ you’re round n’ swollen with my babies.” you let out the lewdest whine at his words, feeling the pressure in your stomach suddenly snap. “you’re so good with kids, so good with yuji. think it’s time you have some of your own, hm? gonna be the best mama ever,” the whole time he was fucking you, a hand always stayed glued to your stomach.

if it weren’t for your addicting cunt sucking him in, or that pretty little face of yours, your stomach would probably be his favorite thing about you. and that’s only because of the fantasies he had, that he’d be fulfilling tonight.

“p..please ryo, wanna have all your babies- fuck ‘m gonna cum!” you let out heavy breaths as sukuna pressed down on your lower stomach— again. your legs shook at the un-welcomed pressure, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over him. stomach, thighs, dick, you name it. every inch of his lower body was covered in your juices, and he couldn’t be happier.

call him crazy, but sukuna wished he could scoop up the liquid, and put it in a jar or something to preserve it. he wanted a memory of the very first time you squirted for him, even though it surely wouldn’t be the last.

“f..fuck woman. who knew my brother’s teacher was such a slut,” his rough hand tightened around your neck as he felt himself twitching inside you. from the looks of it, he wasn’t too far behind.

your mouth was still wide and filled with spit, runny mascara dripping down your cheeks all the way to your neck. you looked an absolute mess, but in sukuna’s eyes.. you were the prettiest like this.

“f..fuck brat, you don’t know what you do to me.” when he got a look at your messy-fucked out face, he couldn’t stop the throaty groan from arising. without any warning he was releasing his load into you, finally filling your hole full of his cum. “look at that shit,”

he looked down at his dick— watching it disappear inside of you only to come out with a ring of cream coating it. “she’s milkin’ me fuckin’ dry,” you mewled in response, taking both hands and placing them on his chest.

“no more okay? ‘m tired baby.. no more,” when he finally pulled out of you, a series of liquids leaked out and he was mesmerized. sukuna had you right where he wanted you, on his bed with his cum dripping down your sweet cunt. the man made a mental note to get a plug for next time.

before you were even able to get a break in, sukuna lowered his head right between your thighs. he just wanted to give her his thanks for taking him so well.

“just wanna talk to her for a bit.. that alright with you mama?” your head titled in confusion, but nonetheless you let him do as he pleased before letting your eyes finally close.

small kisses being left on your pussy had you stirring in your somewhat ‘sleep’. what the hell was he doing?

“mhmm you said talking not kissing ryo. you liar,” you used your foot to push him away and he couldn’t help but to laugh. you were never usually this whiney, but when it came to your sleep you didn’t care.

“she’s just so tempting,” he left one more kiss to your clit before trailing his way up to your stomach until he’d finally had his fill. “cmon my brat, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

if you weren’t pregnant with his seed in the next two weeks, he’d just have to try again until it takes.

bonus.

“oh gosh, no way!” yuji exclaimed as soon as he walked in the door with sukuna trailing behind him. the small boy didn’t even bother to take his coat off because he saw you— his teacher at his house and in the kitchen cooking dinner. the first thing he thought to do was run to you and hug you, so that’s exactly what he did.

tiny hands made up motions at you, and you knew that meant he wanted to be picked up. “ms. (l/n)!! why’re you at my house, i missed you!” his hands were clapping and you cooed at his chubby cheeks and missing teeth.

“call me (y/n) when we’re not at school yuji,” you pinched his cheeks. “me and sukuna are.. friends now, he invited me over.”

sukuna leaned over the counter, a scowl forming on his face. “tch, friends my ass.” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. just hearing those words come from your mouth had him wanting to set the world ablaze.

yuji’s mouth dropped in an ‘O’ motion, and not long after he was wiggling his eyebrows with a small smirk on his face. “friends.. like boyfriend and girlfriend?” your lips parted to correct him, but sukuna beat you to it.

“yeah you little shit, she’s stayin’ with us forever and ever. guess i have two brats to deal with now,” and possibly another he wanted to add, but decided against it.

your heart warmed at his small speech, did he really mean all of that? a smile fell over your lips, and when your eyes met his you knew it was genuine. the glint in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“yayyy, my two favorite people in the whole wide universe!! (y/n) and kuna!”

©rissouu 2024 (if you steal my shit i will get your ip and fuckin end you ^_^, this is a threat.)

Although he truly didn't need to, for other ninjas were simply at his snap.

But Kakashi Hatake, although an old man – although he hated how you used his maturity to remind him that some things needed to be taken care of with utmost responsibility – enjoyed anything but fulfilling his Hokage's duties.

And so the reports piled up, while he slipped out of his office early in the morning, only to return late at night, after the crickets had chirped their last melody.

This night was no different, as he suddenly rolled into his office, half-undressed in his daily ninja armour, wearing nothing but a tight, sleeveless shirt, its long collar covering his lips.

He didn't simply walk, but rather stumbled – with deep breaths escaping his tightened throat and hands shivering, as if a sickness had struck his mind.

"Kakashi?" Your head tilted as you still stood by the window.

A gentle wind swirled your hair, carrying the sweet scent of your skin towards his burning face. His eyes, one crimson, kissed, the other obsidian, looked up with an almost miserable frown, before a groan slipped past his lips.

It seemed he wasn't happy to see you in his office at such an hour, but what could you do? Being the Hokage's assistant felt almost as if you were the village's chief yourself!

Only a moment had passed before your eyes slipped lower. Towards his legs, thighs, with one of them leaking barely visible, vermilion liquid. A metallic smell of his blood was suddenly more palpable than ever, and so a low gasp fell from your lips.

You quickly drew closer, catching his massive body before it could hit the floor with a weak groan.

"Kakashi, what the hell happened?"

But it seemed that your touch burned more than the wound itself, as he gently pushed you away with a, "P-please, don't come any closer."

Droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping leisurely as he hung his head. Arms barely holding on, trembling as he walked towards a soft chair in the corner of his office and sat with a low groan.

Or rather a moan, as your eyes involuntarily fell towards his bulging trousers, noticing a painfully hard swell.

"Kakashi, what happened?" You pose, putting a hand on your hip. "Where have you been?"

He grabbed the armrest and leaned back, letting the black collar finally expose his panting, fallen lips.

"Nothing, d-don't worry," he murmured, yet his voice was low and honey-dripping, as if on the verge of losing his mind. "Please, go back home."

But you didn't move. Didn't even breathe, watching the massive man writhing in the cushioned armchair, sweat rolling down his temple, eyes lidded by the fire bubbling in his loins.

Nothing.

He was a man who always kept the problems to himself.

Not solely the problems, but desires too. Erotica-kind-of-guy, who read some filthy romances during his office hours yet kept blushing whenever you swirled a lock of hair around your finger.

Built from muscle upon muscle, with a handsome jaw and sharp eyes, a nasty, salacious scar slashing across his crimson one.

Always an utmost kind gentleman, who somehow kept himself away from women. Everyone thought so because Hokage had never been seen with a female ninja, nor even with a simple villager. He hid behind the office walls instead or went on lone missions.

Yet you knew Kakashi Hatake wasn't the apathetic, almost impotent man some people took him for. Because you felt his deep eyes following your figure as you came and went from his office. Staying a bit longer on your naked thighs whenever you wore a skirt, and on the way, throwing knives hugged them tightly, until the muscles bulged under the leather straps.

You knew he liked the sweet scent of your perfumes, deep and almost nauseating in their warmth, yet always wrapping around him like the petals' gentlest kisses. He followed the movement of your soft lips, eyes mingling beneath the sunlight spilling into his office, hair always looking so soft and shiny, like the satin scarf he wished to wrap around his neck.

And so after working with you for a while, Kakashi decided that the safest option to not get himself embarrassed with the way his cock always leaked whenever you entered his office in the morning – would be to quickly disappear. To go out in the morning and slip back late at night, while Hokage's office was left with nothing but the faint traces of your sweetness.

He thought he was clever, sly. That you didn't know how mellow you made him feel.

That's why he thought that you would simply nod and leave him be. With cock painfully straining his briefs and mind slowly slipping into pleasurable dizziness.

Instead, to his utter dissatisfaction, you observed him carefully, squinting, your gaze moving between his shallow wound and the flushed, blooming face that dripped with arousal.

"What did they spike you with?" You sighed, crossing arms over your chest. "Hm? What is it? A poison?"

His head shook, a few wisps of snowy hair sticking to his wet forehead. Almond-shaped eyes, much more lidded than usual, as his gaze wandered over your body.

Skirt hugging your hips sweetly and a tight sleeveless shirt, quite similar to his, clinging like a second skin. He didn't need much to imagine you were already naked. With body-hugging clothes in dresses so tight, he could clearly see every deeper rise of your soft belly.

You came closer, slowly, snapping in front of his eyes. "Hello? I can't help you if you won't tell me what's going on."

Your smell was painfully pleasant, so he quickly, with a single move, pulled the collar back over his nose.

"Please j-just go, I–mhmm," another groan escaped his throat as you came even closer.

This time, you stood right between his spread thighs as he tried every way possible to apply a bit of pressure around his hips. You leaned closer, putting your arms on the chair's handles and lowering yourself to meet his eye level.

"What happened? Tell me, because there's no way I'm leaving our Hokage in such a state."

Such miserable, innocent, pure, giving you every chance to push his sweet buttons and tease his wrecked mind.

Kakashi furrowed as the warmth radiating from your body slowly slipped beneath his tight collar. His throat bobbed as his finger slowly pulled the material down, allowing a quiet "Aphrodisiac" to fill the serene office.

With a few candles still dimly flickering on his desk, and the moon's shy kisses bathing your blooming face in a virgin glow.

Something wicked danced behind your eyes. A mischievousness of sorts, as you hummed and slowly, leisurely, sank to your knees.

"What are you doing?" Kakashi gasped, following the lovely pout that twisted your lips. "Wait–" His fingers tried to grab your hands as they slipped towards his hips, yet you gently smacked them.

"What do you mean? I'm only helping our dear Hokage, of course," your devilish voice mingled with the faint melody of the crickets. "As I do believe, our Hokage is wise enough to know how to get rid of…" With a single move, you pulled his trousers down to the middle of his beefy thighs. "This problem. Right?"

The moment his briefs slipped off his hips, the fat, leaking head smacked into your cheek with a wet smudge. Pearly droplets spattered his abdomen, and only then did you notice that–

"Did you just cum?"

His throat bobbed and brows furrowed as a sudden wave of arousal smooched your spine.

"T-twice."

You giggled, biting down on lower lip. Fingers clenched on his meaty thighs, digging into the milky skin. "Why?"

Your warm breath hit his cock, veins bulging and curling around the fat shaft. You leaned closer, plush lips kissing its softly and spilling another needy groan from his lips.

"Tell me," you demanded, spreading his thighs wider. "Why did you cum twice, Kakashi?"

A moany fuck hit your warm cheeks when you licked off the pearly cum still dripping from his swollen head.

"You know why." His long fingers gripped the armrests, head falling back to reveal pale neck. "Baby, fuck, c-can you suck on it?"

A demon must have taken over his mind. A wicked spirit of some sort, as Kakashi, in his mature, gentlemanly age, would never, ever say such filth to his young assistant.

Not that young, too, yet almost ten years youthful, with the loveliest cheeks already smiling foxily and a wet tongue licking his trembling shaft from balls up to the feverish head. The spit mixing with the last droplets of semen, trickling down his cock like a crystal thread.

"No, I don't think so," you chuckled, nuzzling your lips against his head without taking it into your warm mouth. "Tell me why. Did my sole presence turn our Hokage on that much?"

He nodded without giving it much thought, although it was the truth. Your presence did, in fact, make him pathetically cum right into his slacks.

"Mmm," a sweet hum bounced off his cock, as you placed in its top a gentle kiss. Before taking a deep, nasty sniff, and letting his mind spin into madness. "Did your younger assistant turn you on that much?"

"Stop," he groaned, feeling the last threads of his patience slowly tearing. "J-just, fuck, let's pretend it's a one-time t-thing."

You knew it was a lie.

And he also knew – from the moment you slipped him past your lips, and he immediately cummed right onto your tongue. The sole warmth of your mouth and those wicked, foxy eyes looking up at him with a squint were enough to send another ripping pleasure down his spine.

Big hands instantly falling onto your head, forearms bulging from restraint he desperately tried to cling to, yet still pushing you down his cock. Till the full, fat length slipped into your mouth, pulsing head hitting the back of your throat.

A crying choke tried to escape your throat, but instead your fingers dug into his beefy thighs, leaving nasty, crimson scratches.

He didn't give you a second to get used to his full length, instead moving your head up and down his cock. With swollen lips and tears dancing in the corners of your eyes, you gagged on his musty, delicious fatness while he fucked your throat without a drop of usual gentleness.

Legs spreading wider, crimson eyes mingling in pleasure at your full cheeks and trembling hands, as you took him fully without a fight. Instead, clenching your own thighs and rubbing them together, just to feel your drenched panties brush the swollen clit.

"Such a good fucking throat," Kakashi muttered, another wave of pleasure bubbling in his loins. "I swear, fuck, I swear it's only a one-off. Only once, baby. For all those days you've been teasing me like a little slut."

You wished to laugh, to chuckle, to tease him back. Yet your eyes rolled back, and heavy breaths escaped through your nose as he dragged his length relentlessly through your throat. You felt its mass on your tongue – each vein pulsing beneath your breath, the sizzling head smooching the back of your throat.

His thumbs brushed away tears dripping down your cheeks. "Shh, baby, don't cry. You're doing such a good job, f-fuck–"

He groaned as your pace quickened. A bit sloppier, with the filthy squelching and your gagging filling the quiet space of his office. Candles cast a gentle glow on your teary cheeks; the moon kissed his milky hair, sticking to sweating forehead.

He was ready to cum any second, spill his semen right onto your throat and watch your cheeks burst from it in a lovely pout.

But instead, you suddenly pulled away.

"Wha-" He didn't finish, when you pressed lips to his, in a messy, vile kiss.

First load of his cum still sweetly coating your tongue, as you pushed to his mouth. Letting a few creamy droplets layer his palate as he moaned right into your grinning lips.

"How could you cum in my throat, dear Hokage? You chuckled, lifting your soaked panties to the side, and giving him a clear view of your juices dripping down his swollen cock. "Such a waste of resources, don't you think?"

Kakashi could only nod – madly, unconsciously, savouring the warmth radiating from your wet pussy.

"Why won't you fill my womb instead?" Another wicked giggle, smooched his blooming cheeks, as you pressed your entrance to his leaking head. Hands on his muscular arms, to let yourself slowly, painfully lower onto his fat cock. "Allow me to give you an heir. Spill into your assistant's fertile womb and make me a mommy."

Kakashi felt unbearable, a pinching desire smouldering across every part of his body. In his eyes, your figure, hanging over his massive, trembling body, seemed like a tempting demon of sorts. A succubus, and if he squinted enough, with the aphrodisiac still filling his body with a lustful mist, a shadow dancing behind your head looked almost like two lovely horns.

His head slipped inside, the rest of the cock following in, sending a wave of maddening pleasure over his spine. Strong hands gripped your hips, trying to lift you up a little, as if his mind still tried to resonate with the urge to nuzzle himself deep within your warmth.

"Baby, f-fuck, we can't–"

Usually, you wouldn't have a chance against his brutal strength, yet this time you easily pushed through his grip. Lowering yourself with a sweet moan, head falling back.

"Mhmm, Kakashi, you fill me so good," you sighed, feeling his fat cock tremble deep within the clutches of your cunt. "I can't believe you didn't fuck me sooner."

He couldn't listen to you. He couldn't stand the way your pussy clenched around his spilling cock, sugary scent wrapped around his mind, sweetening the salty cum that still coated his tongue.

He filled you so well, with a slightly curved head brushing your sweet spot just right, as you started rolling your hips up and down.

With hands gripping his arms and face leaning towards his fallen mouth, to lick a little beauty spot right beneath his lower lip. Kiss it wetly, to draw another deep groan past his throat.

"Don't fight it, Kakashi," you pledged, biting down on his lower lip. "Just let me take care of you," your hands grabbed his, sliding them up and down your velvety skin.

Your pussy sent a few pulses down his shaft as you clenched on him with a muffled moan. Lips connecting with his again, wetly, messily, pressing your chest to his.

He finally gave in.

Strong arms curling around your waist, pulling you closer to his heated body. Hips bucking up to meet every mean roll of your hips, the tip of his cock finally hitting your womb in dripping squelching.

Your juices dripping down his slacks, eyes rolling back as he pounded you at a merciless pace. Almost painful whenever his cock slid through the tight walls of your pussy, tearing another moan from your throat.

His crimson eye followed the lustful expressions pouting on your face, each more maddening than the last, forcing a scowl between his milky eyebrows.

"K-Kakashi–mmmm–you're filling me so good," you snapped, wrapping your hands around his neck. Your hips bounced with a nasty squelch, as the pleasure already bubbled in your lower belly.

"Maybe I should get hurt more often," he groaned, one arm slipping down between your bodies, to roll your clit through the flimsy material of your panties. "If that's how–ngh–you're planning to treat me."

His rough fingers pressed the swollen button, feeling the foul juices drip from the soaked fabric.

You nodded, letting a sweet moan hit his rosy cheeks. "Y-yeah, ahhh, I'll let you fill my pussy every single day."

It felt impossible to fight the desire that bubbled in Hokage's loins for all those months. So Kakashi could do nothing but press his hips to yours, until his balls smooched the swell of your ass and head nuzzled against the puffy womb.

With the last shudder and your moan splashing past your lips – he came. Flooded your pussy with sticky stripes of burning cum, cramming it right inside your weeping womb. His whimpers mixed with your cries, as he pulled you closer and connected your lips in a last kiss. Full of passion, desire, lined with months looking over your shoulders with the burning need to fuck out all the craving that bubbled within you for this whole time.

Your heavy pantings filled the warm office.

"So–" But you didn't finish when he suddenly stood up.

With you pussy still clenching around his hard, aphrodisiac-spiked cock and cum dripping down the wooden floors.

All the documents piling up on his desk fell to the floor in a crying mess, and a gasp caught in your throat when he laid you down on its big surface.

"I spent all day–" He shushed you with a kiss, licking your lips and brushing warm cheek with his thumb.

"Sorry, baby. Let me use your pretty pussy for a bit longer, hm?" He muttered, pressing your thighs against your chest. "Just a bit, fuck, let me breed you again, yeah? It's your Hokage's order."

And how could you call yourself a good assistant if you didn't fulfil it with utmost pleasure!

©liahcharms all rights reserved. Do not copy, plagiarise, feed AI, translate or modify my works.

Wanted to clean the palate and remembered that jjk is actually not the only fandom I can write for lmao

But there is no species that gets under his skin the way that cats do. He can’t stand their fur that shed and get every fucking where so he winds up sneezing and his eyes swell. He hates how active they get at night, meowing and running around with their nocturnal asses until he’s up for hours. He hates how prissy and high-maintence they are, requiring 24 hours of attention, the right type of cat food, and a human servant to wait on them hand and foot.

So when Toji, his longtime roommate, pitched the idea of getting a cat of the blue while running errands, Sukuna was, of course, very against the idea. The only reason Toji even brought up the idea of adopting a cat was because they passed by a quaint, disgustingly cute pet store where a special on cats for National Cat Day was happening. 

Toji stood in front of a makeshift fence made to keep the kittens inside, staring down in adoration at the furry little things meowing, playing, and leaping around. Specifically the soft-looking black one with the pretty eyes and tiny mews. “We’re not gettin’ one,” Sukuna growled. 

Toji glared at him, irritated by Sukuna’s lack of enthusiasm. “Well, you ain’t, but I am. C’mon, man, she’s a cutie, ain’t she?” He gently scooped the kitten up from the runt, her tiny body fitting right in his big hands. The kitten stared up at him curiously with those big, irresistible eyes. “Just look at her eyes. And those cute little ears.” 

Toji fell in love right on the spot, scritching behind her ears and under her chin with his thick fingers. “Hey, darlin’,” he coos. “Oooo, you like that? I hit juuuust the spot, didn’t I?” The kitten’s eyes fluttered shut and her body rumbled as she began to purr from the petting. “Purrrrrrr~” 

Sukuna looked away from the disgusting scene, right over at the old woman pretending to admire the tabby kittens when really she was eye-fucking Toji. “Stop before this old lady squirts in front of me,” he hissed. “And stop talkin’ to it like that. We ain’t gettin’ it.” 

Toji glared at his room, still scritching the kitten’s ears. “And why the fuck not?” 

“We don’t have the space for a damn pet! Who’s gonna take care of it while you’re at work?” As a tattoo artist, Sukuna definitely didn’t (and wasn’t) going to have the time to care for it. Toji is a mechanic, so he works long hours too, always coming home covered in car oil and groaning from being on his aching knees all day. 

How the fuck are two working, forty-something year old men going to take care of a little kitten? Paying for taxes and groceries every two weeks is bad enough!

“I guess not you,” Toji scoffed, nuzzling the kitten’s head with his chin. But she will be fine! I’ll feed her, potty train her an’ everything so she don’t bother your bitchy ass.” As if listening and hearing him, the kitten mewed at Toji and nuzzled into his cheek, still purring. “C’mon, Kuna,” he pouted. “How can you resist her? She’s adorable!” 

The kitten turned to Sukuna then, her eyes glistening curiously. Sukuna stared at the cat, noticing something…different about her. Something un-feline that didn’t match the other kittens behind the fence. But just as quickly as it came, it vanished when the kitten purred as Toji’s big hand petted her head, pushing her ears back. So he caved. “Fine, but she’d better behave or I’m gettin’ rid of her. One mess and she’s out.” 

Toji grinned like a little kid and excitedly held the kitten up to his face. “You heard that, little one? You’re comin’ home with me.” And he raced inside the pet shop with the kitten in tow to sign the papers that day. 

For the next 24 hours, Toji was doting on his new pet while Sukuna stayed out of the way and stocked up on allergy medicine. But you were a brattier feline than either of the men anticipated…and you weren’t even a real feline. Not entirely. 

That night, after falling asleep on the couch to the last season of “The Boys”, Sukuna passed out somewhere during episode 4 only to be woken up by something tickling his thigh. He grumbled, flicking it away, only to feel it again minutes later. “Damn bugs,” he growled, opening his eyes and looking across the couch to see– 

“Jesus!” he yelps, nearly falling off of the couch. His startled yell scared you out of your sleep. You curled up with a blanket covering you, furry black ears and a tail attached to your head and backside. Your eyes glistened as you stared at him, wide and glowing in the dark. 

Sukuna jumped up from the couch, alarmed at the stranger in his apartment. “Who the fuck are you?! How’d you get in here?!” You didn’t reply, sitting up on your knees where the blanket slid down to reveal your naked tits. “And why the fuck are you naked?!” Sukuna grunted. 

Nevermind the fact that you had the best rack he’s seen in ages! So pretty and soft and plump-looking. Just aching to be sucked and tweaked and pinched and massaged and fucked with his big, fat c– 

Suddenly, a light flickered on, casting the living room in a soft, warm glow. Toji stood in the doorway of his bedroom in his KFC bucket-printed boxers and a T-shirt, yawning. “The hell are you on about, Sukuna? It’s 6 in the fuckin’ morning.” But all sleep immediately faded when he got a look at you sitting on the couch. 

“Master!” you happily say. Your tail stood up happily and your fluffy ears pricked, excited to see your owner. Toji scowled, just as confused as his roommate as you flung yourself off the couch and scurried over to him with the blanket wrapped around you. 

“Master?” Sukuna parroted, confused. “You know her? What, did you fuck her last night and forget?” Toji stared at you, utterly disturbed at why a strange girl was standing in his apartment naked with cat ears.

“I don’t…wait. That collar.” He turned your chin up where you proudly flaunted the pretty pink collar where a gold nametag hung with your name printed on it. The same collar he got the kitten. Toji’s eyes glistened with recognition. “Y/N? That you, sweetheart?” 

At the mention of your name, you smiled at him, all joy and affection. “Master,” you purred. “Snuggle.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, barely grazing his broad chest. Toji grinned, hugging you tight, recognizing his sweet kitty. “I knew there was somethin’ special ‘bout you. You’re one of those cat girls, ain’tcha?” 

You purred and snuggled into your owner’s chest, in your own little world with him. But Sukuna wasn’t having it. “She ain’t stayin’. How the fuck do you expect us to pay for another fuckin’ human in here?!”

“But she’s a cat too,” Toji argued. “And nobody’s askin’ you to pay for her; I will. She’s MINE.” He protectively held you as he glared at Sukuna, stubborn and unrelenting. “C’mooon, just look at the girl!” He turned to you around to face Sukuna and maybe it was the beer he consumed beforehand, but…something in your eyes grabbed at the pink-haired tattooer. 

Not that he liked you or anything. But still, he wasn’t a monster. Just an asshole. He groaned, pinching his sinuses. He felt a headache coming on, both from the cat hair flying about and the current situation. “Fine, but make sure she stays in your room. And remember: one mess and she’s out.” 

Turns out one mess turned into many. Catgirl or regular cat, you were prone to doing cat-like things, like knocking shit over on the table and destroying toilet paper. You showed up in unwanted areas, like when Sukuna was showering, and you constantly meowed for attention. 

As the months went by, the two roommates quickly realized that you shifted into your cat and human forms depending on the time of day and on your mood. In the daytime, you were a little kitten prancing around on all fours, furry and fucking up Sukuna’s sinuses. But at night, you were a curious, adorably sexy human woman, all up under Toji like you were cold. 

And Toji was hooked. He no longer invited any hookup over (probably because he was too busy fucking you), instead spending all his time with you after he got home. He couldn’t wait to get home to you just to stroke your fluffy ears and tail just to hear you purr for him. 

He used all his money to buy you the cutest outfits and the prettiest collars for your neck, bedazzled with gems and bells to hear you coming when he called your name or clucked his tongue to signal for you. He spoiled you rotten, always taking you to the park on warm days or to the pet shop to buy you more treats and toys that you didn’t need. 

Toji was totally determined to be the best pet owner to his little kitty. And Sukuna detested every minute of it, especially since his roommate’s pleasure was at the expense of his discomfort. 

Mostly because he was tired of hearing Toji fuck your brains out through the bedroom walls at night and seeing you slink around in those damn ruffled mini skirts and sundresses Toji insisted on buying you that Sukuna definitely didn’t think make you look so cute and sexy in. He was sick of your shit. 

So one morning before work when he came in to see you sitting on the couch in your cat form, like you shouldn’t have been, he had a fit. “Oi!” he bellowed. “Get the fuck down! Why the fuck are you on my couch?!” 

You stared up at him, unbothered, and made a mean grumble when Sukuna stormed over to you. “Damn fur ball. Don’t growl at me or I’ll skin you.” But he didn’t dare pick you up. Last time he did that, he got a deep scratch on his hand that bled for hours. Because you couldn’t speak in your little cat body, you began to loudly meow, signaling for your Master. 

Toji came running in, dressed in sweats and ready for coffee. “What’s up, baby?” he cooed, coming right over to you. “Aye, you fightin’ with Y/N again? I think you woke her up.” You sweetly meowed and purred for Toji as he petted your backside, unfurling from your loaf to stretch in greeting.  

“She ain’t supposed to be on the couch. I told you this a million times, asshole. Remember my allergies?” Sukuna sniffled, already feeling his nose becoming itchy. Toji gave him an apologetic smile, secretly laughing. “Ohh, riiiiight, you’re allergic. We got plenty of medicine in the bathroom for that.” 

“That’s not the point,” Sukuna groaned. “I don’t want all that fuckin’ cat hair on my—did she scratch up my couch?!” He eyed the tattered fabric on the couch, looking suspiciously like cat claw marks. Toji picked you up, cradling you. 

“Oops. Y/N, honey, I thought I told you no scratchin’ the couch up.” You purred in his arms, blinking up at him with those magnetic eyes. Toji melted, ever so in love with you. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he cooed, giving you heart eyes as he scritched behind your ears. 

Sukuna rolled his eyes at the disgusting display. “This prissy little pussy is gettin’ on my nerves. I’m about to throw her in the street.” Toji rolled his eyes at his roommate’s dramatics. “No, you’re not. You love her just as much as I do!” 

“No, I don’t. I only tolerate her ‘cause she’s yours. You’re the only one she even likes.” You were all lovey-dovey and sunshine for Toji, but all Sukuna got were hisses, growls, and occasional scratches if he happened to pick you up or get too close. You didn’t like him and he sure as hell didn’t like you either. 

“That’s because I don’t yell at her or swat her with newspaper or call her names,” Toji said accusingly. “Of course, she loves her Master more. Right, kitten?” He snuggled you into his chest, your purrs loud enough to be heard from down the block. 

Sukuna pretended to gag and stormed into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee before popping on the rest of The Boys. It was his day off and he was going to enjoy it. “God, get a fuckin’ room,” he growled. 

“Someone’s jealous,” Toji chuckled to which Sukuna gave him the middle finger. “Listen, I’ll probably be late today with work, so just take care of her while I’m gone?” Sukuna turned, staring at his roomie like he was insane. And he was. “Da fuck I look like? I’m not her owner.” 

“Yeah, but I’m not here to care for her,” Toji stressed, looking absolutely gutted at leaving you alone for so long. He was usually back in the afternoons after a job at the mechanic shop, but today was one of his days he wanted to work overtime. “Just feed her and try not to skin her, alright? Be nice to my girl.” 

He took your paw and held it up for Sukuna, showing off your cute, pink toe beans. Sukuna sighed and grabbed a mug before turning away to brew himself a pot of coffee. “Whatever.” 

As he tried to ignore the cute sounds of your meows and purrs, Toji spoke again. “Wish you would just give her a chance. She really is a sweetheart, Kuna. Trust me: one day, this little darlin’ is gonna rub off on you.” 

But Sukuna ignored him, only hoping that you didn’t piss on his couch or shred his clothes while your Master was gone. How was he going to survive a day alone with such a little brat on his hands? 

•••••••••••••• 

Hours later, the day turned into night and it was raining cats and dogs. “Jesus,” he muttered, watching the downpour from his window. 

The window overlooked the cityscape outside, droplets of water pouring down the glass. It was the perfect night in; rainy, dark, and gloomy. Sukuna was prepared to spend his night diving into some takeout, beer, and Netflix on the couch while Toji was still working a shift. 

But as he turned around to get started on his evening in, he realized how difficult that would be because you–the furry little thorn in his side–were lying curled up on the couch in your human form. Toji had picked up a pretty ruffled black mini dress that you’d been wearing all day, waiting for your Master to come home from work. 

You didn’t bother Sukuna much today, only making a lot of annoying sounds with your loud ass bell tinkling about as you walked around in your cat form, sipping water and playing with your barrage of toys that Sukuna always stepped on. But when he saw you lying on the couch, your knees curled up to your chest and your pretty face looking so serene, he blew a fuse. “Yo!” he growled. “Oi, get down! You can’t be up there!” 

Your furry black ears twitched as your eyes fluttered open. Sukuna tried not to take notice of how long and defined your lashes were, reminding him so much of a doll’s. Your cat-like eyes flickered up to him, your sweet voice thick with sleep. “Toji,” you murmured. “Master?” 

Sukuna felt a strange tug in his stomach when you mentioned his roomie, mistaking him for the tall mechanic. He had no idea how long you had been sitting on the couch while he wasn’t watching, but that nap must’ve knocked your brain loose a couple screws. “Your Master ain’t here. He’s at work; you know that. Now get up.” 

You sat up from your position, stretching, your tail unfurling and curling around your ankles before fanning impatiently. “Want Toji,” you grumbled. “Wanna call.” You pouted those plump, pink lips at him to which he rolled his eyes at, struggling to keep his cool. Especially with the way that tinkling gold bell attached to your collar brushed just above your sweet, juicy-looking cleavage. “Call him if ya want. Just get off the fuckin’ couch.” 

But you didn’t, still sitting there, arms crossed and lips pouted. You were a stubborn little thing, indeed. Sukuna growled like a wolf hunting his prey, becoming irritated. “Little brat. I said GET DOWN.” After sizing him up with an unbothered stare, you laid your head back down against the couch cushion. “Sleepy,” you murmured. “Cozy.” 

You snuggled into the couch as you curled your knees back up to your chest, accidentally showing off a sliver of your lace panties and a bit of your supple asscheeks underneath. Sukuna felt a hot flush enter his body at the sight and he quickly averted his eyes to the newspaper lying on the coffee table. “You little wench. If ya don’t move right now, I’ll—“ 

BOOM! 

Suddenly, you were up from your comfortable sleep position, fear and shock evident on your pretty face. Your tail poofed up from the loud noise, frazzled, and your ears shot back. “Eeeeek!” you shrieked, causing you to fly off the couch and into Toji’s bedroom to hide. Sukuna flinched as the door slammed shut, leaving him alone once more. “Da hell is her problem?” he muttered. 

But then something weird happened: he actually began to walk towards Toji’s room to see you. Comfort you. That has never happened before. He instantly stopped, one foot pausing in front of the other, as reality smacked him hard. “What the fuck are you doin’?” he asked himself. Quickly, he fetched his beer and sat down with some Netflix, ignoring the strawberry-sweet scent you left in your wake on the couch. 

As the storm raged on and the thunder boomed, lightning flashing across the living room in the darkness, Sukuna felt his eyes growing heavy somewhere between Daredevil: Born Again and Love Is Blind (he loved laughing at the mess of reality TV). But quickly, the heaviness of sleep and the rain stopped his approaching nap when he heard Toji’s bedroom door creak open.

He turned and there you stood, wrapped in a blanket, your tail literally between your legs. Your ears were still sitting back, flat against your head. The look in your eyes held nothing but fear. “Back again?” Sukuna asked, one tatted arm tossed over the back of the couch. “Ya come to apologize?” 

You didn’t answer, too busy jumping at the sound of more thunder booming, cutting through the white noise of the TV. Sukuna rolled his crimson eyes at your reactions. What a squeamish little thing. “Jeez, relax. It’s just thunder. And some lightning.” 

As soon as he said it, more lightning struck, flashing across the walls. You gasped and raced for the couch, jumping onto it with Sukuna. But then you tried to take his arm. “What the fuck are you doin’?” he growled. He snatched his arm away from you, much to your hurt expression, and shook his head as he moved over as far as he could from you. “Uh-uh, back up. I don’t do cats.” 

You stared up at him with pupils as big as moons, your eyes welling up with wet tears that made them glassy. You slunk off of the couch, shivering in your blanket, the picture of fear. “Toji,” you whimpered. “S-Scared.”

Watching you, Sukuna couldn’t help but feel like an asshole. He wasn’t pleased that you were here taking up his movie night, but he didn’t want to be a total dick to you. So as you turned to walk back to Toji’s room, alone and afraid, he caved. “Hey,” he called. You turned, confused, your ears perking up. “You can come up and sit, but no funny business. I ain’t your owner.” 

You seemed confused at first, like you couldn’t figure out if he was serious or not. But slowly, you slunk back over to the couch and sat down. You were stiff at first, all of your limbs wound tight together, but overtime as the show continued and the minutes ticked by, you sunk into the couch. Sukuna looked over at you, finding you curled up in your spot again. “Better?” 

You nodded, lazily, not quite awake, and let out a cute little yawn that tugged at his heartstrings. Maybe it was the beer. He couldn’t be actually thinking you were adorable…right? 

He didn’t overthink it, instead distracting himself with the mess and drama of Love Is Blind, humorously smirking whenever an argument happened and rolling his eyes at a kiss. The storm raged on, but you were quiet, never flinching or shrieking in fear. Perhaps this is all you needed: some company. And at some point, you fell asleep. 

When Sukuna looked over at you, he wished he hadn’t…because you were the most adorable sight he had ever seen. Curled up under the fluffy blanket, you looked so serene and peaceful, your ears twitching ever so slightly, your tail serenely flicking by your pink-painted toes. The only thing that snapped him out of it was his phone ringing. Quickly, he snatched it up so he wouldn’t wake you and answered without looking at the caller ID. “What?” he barked. 

“Hey, asshole,” Toji greeted. “How’s my baby doin’? You skin her yet?” Sukuna looked over at you snoozing away, soft purrs leaving your lips. “She’s got one more time to make all that yowlin’ again and I might,” he grumbled. He had to keep up appearances after all. 

“She’s scared,” Toji sighed, sounding worried for his poor kitty. “Poor baby. She hates the thunder. Listen, just watch over her, alright? And if you need to, pet her. It makes her less scared.” 

‘Pet her?’ Sukuna thought. ‘Pet her where?’ He grimaced, confused. “How the fuck am I supposed to–” 

“Gotta go,” Toji interrupted before he could finish asking. “Just watch over my girl. I’ll be home soon.” And then the call was finished. 

As soon as Sukuna put his phone down, he heard a slight mew and turned to find your ears twitching rapidly, your tail flicking in agitation. You were shivering under the blanket, your brows drawn in fear and distress. You then began yowling again in your sleep, that awful, pitiful sound ringing in his ears. The tattooer swallowed, unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to scare you anymore than you already were…but he couldn’t see you look so damn pitiful. 

Slowly, he scooted over to you, careful not to make a sudden move or sound. Once he was within arm’s reach of you, he gently stuck out a hand and poked you. Immediately, you were awake and tossing the blanket off of you. Your eyes were sharp splits and your claws were bared, every muscle in your body tight. 

“Hey, hey, chill,” he grumbled, snatching his hand away. “It’s just me. Don’t bite me, alright?” Though you relaxed, you still looked slightly perturbed, staring at his hand adorned in ink. “This is just so you ain’t makin’ that annoyin’ ass noise. It’s not ‘cause I care. Plus, your Master keeps botherin’ me.” 

At the mention of your Master, your eyes softened. “Toji?” you whispered. Sukuna grimaced, his lips tightening. “No, I told you: he’s at work. I’m–” 

“Sukuna,” you replied. The tattooer stopped short, shocked at the sound of his name escaping your lips. You had never said his name before. It sounded strange coming from you, but also…nice. “Yeah,” he said, surprised. Your eyes jet back to his hand, staring dead at his thick fingers. “You ain’t gonna bite me, are you? Or hiss? Or scratch me?” 

To his surprise, you did neither. You were silent, tail curling curiously around your feet. Slowly, inch by inch, he reached toward you and softly petted the top of your head. Your ears shot up at the sudden contact, alarmed by the touch, but then you settled into it. “You want more?” he cooed. “Don’t get used to it. It’s just for tonight.” 

But even as he said it, he didn’t believe himself. Because the moment he began stroking your soft hair and ears, the moment he heard you purr, was the moment he started falling. Hard. He didn’t think it was possible and he couldn’t explain away the pounding of his heart or the way his stomach fluttered as he stared at your peaceful expression. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, your long lashes fanning your cheeks, as you purred nonstop at his ministrations. He never pet an animal in his life before this moment, but he was glad to know that he wasn’t terrible at it. But once you let out a soft moan at his touch, he instantly stopped, feeling his cock twitch in his sweats at the sound. 

What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn’t be here getting hard over his roommate’s pet! “Alright, that’s enough,” he grunted, much to your dismay and confusion. “Lemme get back to my show.” 

But he couldn’t. Because you were crawling your little self into his lap. Sukuna tensed, confused and alarmed at your change in behavior. “Whoa, whoa,” he coughed. “Da hell are you doin’? Get down. I’m not your Master.” You didn’t listen, snuggling your cheek into the hard planes of his chest. “M’cold,” you whispered. “Warm.” 

You stared up at him then with those big, glittery eyes. Eyes like a siren luring in a sailor. Sukuna blinked, feeling his face flush from the sight of your pretty face and eyes staring through your thick lashes at him, his mind taking him on a journey to his dirtier fantasies of you looking up at him like that while you sucked his fat co–

“No, no, wait,” he grunted, trying to push you off of him. “We can’t. I-I don’t like cats and you’re…you’re…” So cute. So small. So perfect. You felt so soft and warm against him, your hands laid flat against his chest, right below his hammering heart. His arms ached to hold you. His hands itched to feel you. Every part of his body yearned for you as you sat in his lap. He didn’t know what you were doing to him. 

“What are you doin’ to me, huh?” he panted, staring down at you. He made the mistake gently petting your tail, causing you to let out a tiny keen of pleasure. “Sukuna,” you murmured, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. And then your lips were on his. He told himself that you initiated first, but he couldn’t be so sure. 

All he saw were your dialed pupils before your eyes closed and your soft, plump lips touched his. He couldn’t deny it: you were a really good kisser. Your lips were supple and sweet, tasting like cherries; such as soft as your tail that tickled his skin as it curled up around his waist. He didn’t know much about cats, but when you began to purr, he could tell you were enjoying this. 

So he allowed himself to slowly touch you, stroking up your thighs; your spine through your backless dress; your soft tail. Then his lips were on your neck, shoulders, and jawline, his lips touching places that made your nipples harden beneath your dress. He could feel them press against his chest as you arched yourself into his touch, your soft moans and keens driving him up the brink of insanity. 

Now, your body wasn’t tense from fear anymore. It was all pleasure. Even as the storm grew louder and stronger, you didn’t flinch or run. Instead, you stayed in Sukuna’s lap, straddling him now. 

“Please,” you whimpered. “More.” The tattooer eyed you, his cock throbbing beneath your lace panties. “More?” he asked in a deep tone thick with arousal. “Tell me where, little one.” 

His hand brushed your back, making the hairs on your neck stand up. He smirked, loving that he had such power over you now…the same way you did over him. He let you take his hand and guide it, blushing when you guided his fingers between your thighs. “Right here?” he panted, feeling you throb against his fingertips. “You want my fingers right here?” 

Slowly, you nodded, your eyes hooded and lips parted as you softly moaned when he began rubbing you. He kept his movements slow, allowing you to pull away if you chose to…but you didn’t. You stared at him as he kept stroking your pussy through your panties, your lips becoming puffy and soaked from his thick fingers. 

This was so wrong. So bad. You were Toji’s pet! His perfect girl! And yet…. 

Sukuna’s eyes ticked up to meet yours, seeing nothing but lust there. “Feels good?” he asked. He began to rub your clit with his thumb, causing you to moan and close your eyes from the feeling. He grunted in disapproval, stopping his rubbing. “Look at me and tell me,” he firmly ordered. “Tell me how I feel pettin’ that little pussy.” 

You whimpered at his words, opening your eyes, shining like a cat’s in the darkness. “S-So good,” you stammered. He could see how hard your nipples were now, not to mention how soaked you’d grown. His fingers practically dripped with you. “I-Inside? Can you, Kuna? Please?” 

Those soft, hopeful eyes stared into his, begging him for exactly what he thought you wanted. What he secretly always wanted after listening to Toji praise your pussy through the thin walls at night, the headboard banging and your sweet cries filling the apartment. “So polite,” he chuckled. “So fuckin’ sweet. But you’re still a brat.” 

He drew a squeak out of you as he suddenly snatched you up and sat you in his lap, your back to his front, your tail tickling his stomach. “You need to be punished for that,” he whispered before gently kissing your soft, furry ear. He nibbled on it slightly, drawing another gasp out of you. 

His thick fingers swirled around the wet spot of your pussy before he pulled your panties aside, your thighs spread wide to welcome him. He groaned at the sight of you–so soft and pretty, pink on the inside with the most gorgeous puffy pussy lips and a nest of trimmed curls leading down to your honeypot. “You’re so spoiled. You’ve got Toji wrapped around your little claw.” 

Snap! He tugged on the waistband of your panties and snapped them back against your skin, smirking when you keened at the sensation. “But I ain’t Toji. I’m gonna make you work for this.” 

SMACK! 

You let out a mix of a moan and a yelp as his hand roughly smacked against your pussy, his palm becoming sticky with your juices. Slowly, he stuck one finger in, growing harder at the noises you made as he gently finger-fucked you, getting you used to him. You were so used to Toji and his sex, so he wondered if he was able to make you feel just as good with his fingers…and maybe his cock too. 

His thoughts could only get dirtier than the gutter as your moans, gasps, and whimpers filled the air, your soft thighs shaking around his hand as he curled his finger up to rub your G-spot. You leaned your head back into his chest, those eyes closing against the pleasure he was giving you. “S’kuna!” you moaned, squeezing his wrist in your tiny hand. “P-Please more! N-Need…need you!” Sukuna’s cock twitched in his sweats, damn near putting a hole in it. 

“You want more?” he huskily asked in your twitching ear. You only whimpered and nodded, probing him to slowly slide his middle finger in. Your mouth fell slack as your pussy gushed around his digits, soaking them. “How ‘bout this? Is this what you want, kitty?” he growled, pumping his fingers in and out, making sloshing sounds in your tight, wet cunt. 

His mind drifted as his thick fingers fucked you out of your fear. In his head, he replaced his fingers with his cock instead, fucking you till you cried and creamed all around him, dripping down his balls until they emptied inside of you, filling your pussy to the brim. As you squeezed around his fingers, his dick got stiffer until he was rubbing against you, much to your enjoyment. “You close?” he whispered in your ear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight! Squeezin’ ‘round me so good…” 

He fucked you a bit more intensely, speeding up, not caring if his knuckles got tired. He wanted you to cum for him. To scream in pleasure. To give him everything he wanted. Finally, your moans grew louder, bouncing off of the walls as lightning flashed against your pretty face.“Kuna….m’close! So close!” you squeaked. 

He grinned, endorphins pouring inside of his veins at the sheer fact that he was making you this submissive for him. “Cum for me, kitty. Just this once. Let me make that pussy cum f’me.” He suckled on your furry ear and continued his thrusting, loving how slick you made his hand. Finally, with a broken mew, you came all over his fingers. 

It was glorious and entertaining watching you cum for him. Even more entertaining than anything on TV! The way your ears flew back and your tail curled into a knot as you moaned so sweetly into the quiet living room sent shivers down his spine. He groaned when he felt your pussy spasm and clench around him, making him yearn to feel your pussy walls clamp around his dick in the same manner. 

You soaked his fingers down to the knuckles, leaving his palm sticky and wet. After your muscles relaxed and you let out a tiny sigh when your orgasm high faded, he slowly slid his fingers out of you and placed them up to your mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered. You did so, opening your mouth to suck on his digits, your wet tongue slipping and sliding along his fingers. He grinned, satisfied with your submissiveness. You must’ve been sooo needy without your Master here. “Good girl,” he uttered, making you turn to stare at him. You seemed shocked that he would dare let such praise slip past his lips. 

Realizing his fuck-up, he cleared his throat, his cheeks hot. “Um…that was–whoa!” But before he could finish, you were sliding off of his lap and staring at him with a look of hot lust. He could hardly breathe as he watched you slink down to your knees, your tits nearly dripping out of your mini dress, looking like a picture of sex. 

Sukuna sat back, watching you, his cock throbbing in his sweats. “So you think you just own the place, huh? Slinkin’ ‘round here in them little dresses and all that lingerie…” 

He couldn’t stand it when Toji bought you such sexy outfits, mostly because he couldn’t fuck you in them. It was almost like Toji was teasing him, letting you flaunt your body in your cute little dresses, booty short pajamas, and lacey sets. But he certainly wasn’t complaining watching you kneel before him now in one of your little numbers.

You began to indulge in his muscular body, running your claws up his thighs to his stomach, peeling his shirt up to reveal his abs and tattoos. He groaned at the feeling of your sharp claws dragging against his skin. “Shit,” he panted. “Da hell do you think you’re doin’, huh? You can’t just…oh, fuuuuck.” 

The moan dragged out his throat as you leaned your head down between his thighs and began nuzzling his dick print. Hard, hot, and heavy against your soft cheek. Sukuna nearly came right there from the slutty act. “You like that, huh? Is it big enough for you, kitty?” You nodded, nuzzling his cock. “Go on; take it out if you want it. Show me what that mouth can do.” 

You did so, expertly untying his sweats in a way that impressed him. You purred as you slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles, exposing him to your lust-blown eyes. Your eyes widened at the sight of him–big, hard, throbbing, and veiny. A pink happy trail moved down to smooth shaven skin and his cock head was pierced at the tip with a silver ring that had you drooling. He sat before you, eyes hooded with lust and thighs spread for you. 

“So pretty,” you murmured before your hand was wrapping around it. Sukuna softly groaned as you began to stroke him, up and down, your eyes fixed on him. Then you wrapped your luscious mouth around him, being careful to not nick him with your fangs. He let out a loud, long moan at the feeling of your wet tongue and soft lips sucking him, licking him, wrapping him up like a velvety hug. “Shit,” he exhaled. “Fuck, you ain’t too bad at this…for a feline.” 

Cat-like eyes flicked up at him, sharp and shiny. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him a bit harder, making him grunt. He had to grab the couch cushions to avoid cumming right there down your throat. “Fuck!” he moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. Then it was right back to you giving him the deepest, most excellent throat he had in his life. 

You were truly a pro at sucking dick, using your tiny hands to pump, pump at his base while you sucked him off at the tip, alternating between deep thrusts of your throat down his shaft and licks of your tongue against his cockhead ring. You even tugged a bit on that, making him mutter, “Little fuckin’ brat” through a grunt as pleasure zipped through him. 

“My bad. Is that a slur to your species?” he chuckled, kind of enjoying your little bite. Your eyes locked on him as you fucked his cock down your throat, your cute little ears twitching in pleasure as you did. You were enjoying this too. He could tell by your eager sucking and the spit that drooled from your mouth, coating his balls. “Goddamn,” he grunted, tilting his head back against the couch. “Is this what you do for your Master?” 

“Just about,” Toji replied. “But she uses more tongue than that.” 

Like a record scratching, reality smacked Sukuna hard in the face at the sound of his roommate’s deep, gruff voice. His head shot up, seeing Toji standing at the door in his work uniform, arms crossed over his buff chest. “Fuck!” Sukuna yelped. Mostly out of alarm but also because you didn’t stop sucking. Though your tail shot up happily to see Toji, you kept gagging on Sukuna’s cock, sweetly moaning around it. The vibrations traveled down to his balls, making his toes curl in his Nike slides. 

Why the fuck weren’t you stopping?! 

Toji smirked at the sight as if he knew this would happen. “Well, well…looks like you’ve gotten real close to my girl, huh, Kuna?” He paused, grinning. “I knew she’d getcha. She’s impossible to resist.” He stared down at you as you continued to work Sukuna’s cock with your throat like a pro, each velvety stroke down your tight channel making the tattooer groan. 

“I…w-we…she…” Sukuna didn’t know what to say or what to do. Should he push you away? God, he didn’t want to! Your mouth was just too good!

But to his surprise, Toji laughed as he stomped over to the couch in his boots wet from the rain. “Dude, it’s fine! I should’ve told you that my kitty can be a real slut too. Y’know, she’s always wanted to have you join us in bed, right, mamas?” He gently petted your head, making you purr against Sukuna’s cock. 

Toji smirked, a playful glint in his eye. “Go on, show him what you can do with that mouth. Doesn’t he deserve to be thanked for keepin’ you company?” He winked at Sukuna, making the tattooer sneer at him. “You just wanna watch, creep.” 

The mechanic didn’t even act like Sukuna was wrong, plopping down next to him on the couch. “Well, of course, I do. Gotta make sure you treat her throat right. After all, she’s mine.” He then took your collar between his thick fingers and turned it around to show your tag: Property of Toji Fushiguro (with his phone number included). 

Sukuna imagined his own name next to his roommate’s on your tag, representing their ownership over you, and the idea of you being his nearly made him bust. Toji watched with lust as you sucked off his roommate with the expertise of a professional cocksucker, your cheeks hollowed and eyes rolling back like you loved this shit. Loved Sukuna’s taste and how fat his dick was. 

“Doin’ so good f’me him, babydoll,” Toji murmured, stroking your ears. “I’m almost jealous.” Sukuna looked over and sure enough, he saw that Toji was pitching his own tent. You noticed it too and wetly popped off of Sukuna’s dick to grab at Toji’s bulge in his mechanic pants. “Master,” you panted. “Need you.” 

You began to rub him through his pants, making your Master tug at his bottom lip at your neediness. “Ohhh, so you want your Master’s cock too? You want some more milk, greedy girl?” He gave your tail a sharp tug, making you whimper at the pressure. 

Before Sukuna knew it, Toji’s pants were unzipped and his cock was springing free. It was just as hard and thick as Sukuna’s though he had a nest of black curls and a happy trail you seemed to drool over. “Well, cutie?” he crooned, smirking at you. “You gonna show my roomie how much of a big girl you are? How good of a kitty you can be?” 

Eager for more praise, you let Toji spit in your hands and wrapped your fingers around both of their thick shafts, causing both of them to wantonly groan at the lewdness of it. As you stroked the both of them, up and down from slow to quick, you alternate between sucking on them in a way that you made look easy. 

They each gave you luscious, deep moans and grunts as you slobbered all over their cocks, saliva dripping from your lips and down your chin. You licked, sucked and slurped them up, moaning obscenely as you did, eager for more of them. The more you sucked and blew their dicks, the wetter you got, causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the ache of your sobbing wet pussy.

“God!” Sukuna grunted, damn near popping a vein in his hands from how hard he was gripping the couch. “Fuck, how is she this goddamn good at suckin’ dick?” 

Toji cackled, finding humor in seeing his roomie so whipped for his kitty cat’s throat. “Taught her everything she knows.” He groaned as he pried his cock out of your mouth, slapping it against your tongue and cheeks. “Open up f’me, kitty” he demanded. You did so, prying your lips open to allow him to lean in and spit in your mouth. 

Sukuna watched in awe and utter horniness, wishing for the chance to do that to you. “Now put it back on my cock,” Toji orders, grinning when you stooped down to spit his saliva onto his slick, hard dick and balls. Then it was right back to you sucking his cock, making him groan as he took your hair in his hand, keeping a secure yet gentle hold on you. “That’s right, mama,” he praised as you pumped Sukuna’s cock in tandem with your sucking. “Mmm, take us both. Such a good kitty.” 

‘Yeah. She’s so good.’ The thought came out of nowhere for Sukuna, conjured by the way you completely made it your mission to please the both of them. When you wrapped your lips around him again and got to sucking, Sukuna felt his balls tugging at your suction, your throat tight enough for a nice, big, fat, creamy load. “Ngh! S-She’s gonna make me fuckin’ bust if she keeps s-suckin’ me like that.” 

Toji grinned toothily at him, encouraging him to ruin and use you. “Then do it. Pet her tail for her. That’ll make her suck you down even deeper.” Sukuna did so, petting your soft tail with his thick fingers, earning your slutty gagging, your throat flexing around him. As the tattooer fucked your throat, Toji licked his fingers and began playing with your pussy, petting your ass as he did. “You’ve got me s’hard for you, kitty. You don’t mind if I fuck that pretty hole, d’you?” 

Plap-plap-plap went his cock smacking against your asscheeks. You pulled off Sukuna's cock, mouth dripping in spit and pre-cum, to plead with your Master. “P-Please, Master. Fuck me.” Toji tapped his cock against your pussy this time, groaning at the soft, wet plap-plaps. “Baby’s so desperate to be fucked, she’ll do anything for it!” he chuckled and leaned down to kiss your ass. “Of course, sweetness. Anythin’ for my good girl. Just don’t stop suckin’ that cock, okay?” 

He then hummed out an “mmmm” of pleasure as he dived into your pussy, pushing his mouth deep against your sticky, puffy lips and clit. Your mouth clamped tight around Sukuna as you moaned, somehow taking Sukuna deeper. The tattooer watched as his roomie swallowed your pussy straight off the bone, shoving his tongue deeeeep inside of you. 

“Hey.” Sukuna tugged on your furry ear, making you look at him. “Don’t slack. Aren’t ya gonna be a good kitty and keep suckin’ me down?” He groaned as he pulled out of your mouth, strings of spit following in his wake.  

Instinctively, you pried open your lips and stuck your tongue out, allowing him to wetly tap the head against your tongue. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently replied. Sukuna nearly nutted right there. Something possessed him to lean down to give you a rough, mindblowing kiss, making you moan against his tongue. “Don’t get distracted now. That’ll piss me off.” 

Referring to Toji’s sloppy pussy-eating, Sukuna continued to fuck your mouth, even while Toji’s fat tongue licked across your slit, his nose nudging your clit. They shared moans between one another–Sukuna’s deep, smokey moans drifted into the air while Toji groaned into your pussy, using his hands to pry your asscheeks apart, your back in a perfect arch. 

Soon, you couldn’t take much more of the torture and pulled off of Sukuna’s cock to plead with the men. “Please!” you whined. “Please fuck me now, Daddies!” Sukuna shared a look with Toji, both surprised at your plea. “At the same time?” Toji chuckled, thoughtfully stroking your ass. “Oooh, what a naughty little kitty.” 

SMACK!

You keened as he smacked your asscheek hard and rough, almost leaving a handprint. “You’d better take me nice and deep then, girl,” he growled as he snatched off his shirt, leaving him totally naked. Sukuna did the same, loving how your eyes drank in his handsome face, toned body, and big cock that eclipsed everything else on the couch because of how big he was. “I’ll take her even deeper than that. Might even make her cum harder than she’s ever had in her life.” 

He gave Toji a shit-eating smirk, wanting nothing more than to snatch you away for the love of the game. Plus, you were quite the cutie growing under his skin.

Toji couldn’t have that, so after some more light tapping and teasing, he lined himself up and finally slid home inside of you. Your thighs clenched and your eyes widened as your pussy stretched around his thickness, feeling every inch fill you up to the brim. Sukuna saw it, his cock pulsing in jealousy as Toji stretched you out wide.

Your Master gripped your hips, keeping you steady between himself and Sukuna. “Ahhh, fuck,” he exhaled. “So fuckin’ tight.” He began to thrust his hips against your ass, drawing his cock in and out of your pussy at a slow yet deep pace that made your eyes roll and your tail curl as you gagged on Sukuna’s cock.

Toji chuckled at your reaction to his fat dick, biting his lip as his eyes grazed over your body squeezed between him and Sukuna. Sukuna’s cock had slipped out of your mouth so you could take a breath, but all you did was moan and wail in ecstasy. God, how he wanted to make you sound like that! He wanted to fuck you for so long, wishing for the change to make you moan and scream on his dick the way Toji did. 

He watched the lewd sight before him as Toji fucked you deep and hard. Your walls flexed around him yet kept him inside; the way your pussy lips slightly stuck to his shaft when he pulled out as if to keep him there. His dick came back shining in your gush, the vein trailing from his heavy, cum-filled balls to his pulsing head. 

As he began to fuck you faster, your titties bounced, finally popping out of your dress to freely bounce and sway in Sukuna’s face. You bounced back onto Toji’s cock, fucking him back, unashamed and oh-so slutty. 

“Shit,” Sukuna exhaled, transfixed at the way your pretty pussy clenched around Toji’s cock. The way your body moved. The way you sounded. “Switch with me.” He said it in a rush of air like he couldn’t get it out fast enough, desperate and greedy for your cunt. Toji tossed his head back and laughed, still bumping his hips against yours, his thighs slamming against your ass. “Told ya she’d get you!” 

He finally slid out of you with a groan, his cock slick with your honey, and gripped your chin to turn you to face him. “Someone’s obsessed with ya, darlin’,” he huskily whispered. He gently stroked your chin, forcing your head still. “You still doin’ okay? Try and gimme your words.” 

Sukuna could see in your dazed eyes that your mind had turned to mush. Your holes leaked with pre-cum and you seemed fucked out of your head, but you still managed to reply. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you stammer, giving him a wobbly smile. 

Sukuna growled with need while Toji cooed at you as if you are a baby. His baby. “So fuckin’ cute,” he groaned, stroking a thumb along your bottom lip. “We’re gonna make you cum your pretty brains out, babe. I promise.” He paused to press a kiss to your lips, sweet and light. 

Finally, the men switched and lifted you up on the couch so you’d be more comfortable getting your brains fucked out. While you faced Toji, sucking him off now, Sukuna held your hips and faced your pretty, puffy, wet pussy, everything he ever wanted right in front of him. He tapped his dick against your clit for a moment before finally, fucking finally, sliding in. He grunted as you squeezed those satiny walls around him, tighter than a vice, sucking him in straight off the rip. 

You felt perfect. And he wanted to make it last…really he did! But he couldn’t. Feeling your wetness dripping down his balls and seeing your soft, plushy ass and fluffy tail pressed flush against his abs took him over. 

Then Sukuna was fucking your pussy off of its hinges while Toji fucked your throat, their groans and grunts filling the sex-scented air. Toji used your sloppy, tight throat to please himself while Sukuna pushed your pussy, his eyes becoming glazed with lust at the way your soft lips stretched around his shaft. 

Toji chucked through his grunts and huffs of pleasure as they pushed and pulled on you, rocking you between their big, muscular bodies. “Go ‘head, man. Smack her ass.” Sukuna didn’t have to be told twice. 

SMACK! 

His hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of his palm hitting your skin echoing throughout the room. The way you moaned in pleasure at the sharp sting broke him and he fucked you harder, faster, your ass smacking against his abs. He was coming close to his end and he wanted you there too. 

So he licked his fingers and proceeded to rub at your clit in semi-circles, loving how wet you were. So responsive to his every move. “You wanna cum for us, kitty?” he grunted. “Say it, slut. Say you wanna cum all around my cock.” 

You were losing your shit, your grip on reality slipping. The two studs fucking you into euphoria weren’t off that great either. They couldn’t stand how cute you were getting split between them, and shared the way you craved. Toji slipped out of your mouth, busying himself by jacking off in your face so you could speak. “Please, Daddies!” you whimpered. “Make me cum! Need to cum!” 

Your soft, gorgeous begging pulled both over the edge. They couldn’t resist you.

The harder Sukuna fucked you, the more he could feel his orgasm coming, the build-up growing more intense with each passing second. He stroked your tail as Toji petted your ears, stimulating you so bad that you began to tremble. “Fuckin’ give it to me,” he whispered in your ear. “Cum for me, kitty! Cum all over that dick!” 

His harsh tone and sexy demand caused your body to tremble and shake like an autumn leaf as finally, you came. You moaned aloud, sweet and loud, as you exploded all over Sukuna’s fat dick. Your walls tugged on him like you wanted to lock him inside you, your pussy quivering around his cock bullying your insides, stuffing you full even as your walls grew sensitive. You drenched him, your slick dripping down his balls and coating your inner thighs. 

You whimpered and moaned into the sex-scented air as you creamed all over Sukuna’s cock, soaring and flying among the stars. Sukuna was right beside you, right there on the edge of bliss as he fucked you faster, harder, your ass smacking louder agaisnt his pelvis. 

Once you came down, Toji went right back to fucking your mouth, pushing when Sukuna pulled and vice versa. You bounced between them as they fucked your holes, knocking all common sense, thoughts, and logic out of your pretty little brain until you were nothing but their mindless, slutty kitty. 

“Fuck, I’mma cum for you, pretty!” Toji groaned, plowing your throat as if it was a fleshlight for his enjoyment. 

“Fuck!” Sukuna growled, gripping your ass so hard that he nearly left bruises. “Goddammit, m’gonna cum! Gonna give you my fuckin’ load, kitty cat!” He tugged on your collar, making you gasp around Toji’s dick. “Take it, baby. Take all that fuckin’ milk!” 

You had no choice but to do so. They each came with luscious, guttural, throaty moans and grunts that made your pussy throb around Sukuna, their cum filling up your cunt and their mouth in a rush of spunk that has your back arching and your tail twitching. Toji moaned out your name like a prayer and strings of pet names as his cum coated your throat. He then pulled out to finish the rest on your face and chest, covering your lips, cheeks, and tits in his sticky spunk. 

Sukuna wore like a sailor as he filled you up to the brim with his cum, coating your insides in him until he was dripping down your asscrack. Tingly sensations crackled in his blood and veins, addictive like a drug. Like your perfect pussy. His mind grew blank as his eyes rolled back, exhaustion kicking in as the sex high faded, leaving him exhausted. 

With a huff, he stared down at his dick plugged inside of your wet hole, cum dripping down your thighs and staining the couch. So much for keeping you off of it. As their highs finally faded, the men gently pulled out of you and, after Toji lovingly wiped his cum off of your face, laid you down between them, their big, muscular forms like two walls squeezing you in. 

But you never looked so happy. So content. You snuggled into Toji’s side as he threw a duvet over your naked body, snuggling up close to wrap his arms around you. He began to stroke your head and scratch your ears, smiling as you softly purred. “Now that’s a good kitty. Ain’t she, Sukuna?” 

Sukuna stared down at you curled up between them, your tail swishing peacefully between your legs. He fell completely in love with you right there, seeing exactly what Toji saw the first day he got you. “Eh,” he grunted, his cheeks growing hot. You’re not so bad…but I still don’t want her scratchin’ up the couch though. Maybe then I can think about us doin’ this again.” 

Toji chuckled, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Did you hear that, pretty kitty? How’s about bein’ a good girl for Sukuna too, hm?” 

You peaked over at Sukuna and he expected you to give him a hiss. But instead, you rolled over and snuggled into his broad, tatted chest, scent marking him and purring even louder as his body heat embraced you. Sukuna, shocked, stiffly wrapped his arms around you while Toji chuckled at the sweet moment. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

THE END.

That day was warm, as always. The evening before, he landed in Malaysia and stayed here, in a luxurious hotel, for the next week. Nothing but him, drinks, quiet and peace.

The first time he saw you was at the beach, beneath the warm sun, basking in your bikini-clad body, with gentle rays dripping like sizzling waves down your skin. Your hair lifted and clipped, sunglasses high on your nose and a magazine in your hands, as you flipped through it with little to no interest.

Oh, you looked so beautiful. And older. Much, much older, surely, and twenty-seven-year-old Nanami felt a sort of uncertainty, a foolish desire to approach a woman of your sort.

Going out with younger women was easy. Of course it was, as he was utterly handsome and tall, with a wide, muscular back filling out his shirts and a body that smelt strongly of a mixed cologne. It was easy to find someone for a night, to have fun and let the work stress go away, with one woman or another.

But this time, as he looked around at all the empty chairs on the beach, trying to find a quiet place to sit with a drink and a book, his eyes immediately fell on you.

And by pure accident, there was indeed a free chair right next to you.

So he decided to risk it all. Let the nervousness leave his body together with a cough, muscular arms tense just in case, his classic, handsome smile tugging at his lips.

"Is this chair free?" he asked, at his most polite, expecting to hear a lovely, almost motherly voice from your glossed lips.

But, oh well, how surprised he was when your head shot at him, fingers pushing the sunglasses up, and the most beautiful, definitely the most frightening, eyes looked at him with a furrow.

"What do you want?" you snapped, your voice dripping with disinterest and clear dissatisfaction. "What's wrong with the other chairs?"

His breath trembled, fingers clenching around the book he held. "N-nothing," fucking hell, and now he was stuttering. He cleared his throat, thankful for the sunglasses that hid his eyes. "Nothing, sweetheart. I just thought you might like some company."

He never felt a gaze heavier than yours. Not from other managers at his company, not even from the CEO himself. The aura you projected made him stand to attention in an almost military way. As if each word of yours held a mysterious, unfathomable power that immediately straightened his back.

A man almost two metres tall, with a broad back like a mountain, stood nervously in front of the loveliest yet dominant woman who probably ever walked this earth.

You hummed, taking your bag from the second chair and turning back to the magazine. "Sit down, then. Let's see what your company's worth."

He fell almost immediately, as if your gaze alone pinned him to the warm chair. The umbrella over your heads was wide enough to shelter both of you, protecting your skin from the Malaysian sun's sizzling burns.

The ocean waves rolled quietly, children's laughter carried through the air, and salt and wetness clung to his naked chest. Yet he couldn't focus on anything but the way your fruity, refreshing perfume wrapped around his nostrils with a tickling sensation.

"So, you're also on summer holiday?" What a stupid fucking question. It was the middle of July, of course you were on holiday.

"Mhm," you hummed, eyes not leaving the magazine.

"Alone?"

Great, and now he was acting like a creep.

"Alone," you murmured, uninterested in keeping the conversation going. Yet, to his surprise, your head turned his way, eyes lingering a moment longer on the muscular chest and the light, happy trail leading down below his trunks. "Why? Are you trying to feel me out?"

He bit the inside of his cheek, and you giggled sweetly, seeing how quickly you caught on to his nasty intentions.

"Don't worry. You're not the first one today," you said, before taking a melting drink that had been waiting on the small table between your chairs and sipping a bit of a fruity cocktail. "The youngest one? Probably."

He knew you were older. It was clear in the way your eyes watched him carefully, like a viper, with a mature, wicked gaze that warmed the pads of his fingertips. There was something sensual in the way you talked, moved, and wriggled in the chair, with your plush body relaxed and soft, as if waiting for him to bite it with devotion.

"How old are you, then?"

Your eyes shone, lips bit down on the plastic straw. "Guess."

He chuckled. Chestnut eyes ogling your face, as if trying to capture each plushness, each curve that could give him even a slight hint. His blonde hair caught the rays of sunshine spilling through the thatched wooden umbrella.

"Thirty?"

You tsked. "Don't sugarcoat me."

But Nanami wasn't doing it. You truly looked young. And beautiful and smart. Even then, as he tried to appreciate your wit, his eyes could barely keep from drifting down to land on your suncream-coated breasts. He looked at them – quickly, shyly – before looking back into your squinted, amused gaze.

"You can look at them," you said, turning to your side on the chair. This way, your breasts pressed against each other, almost spilling out of the tight swimsuit.

His breath whistled with each puff, cheeks blushed with rosiness. "I'm sorry. That was rude."

But you only shook your head, taking another sip of the cocktail. "Hm, you're just a man, after all. And I know you approached me with filthy thoughts."

There was something wicked behind your eyes. Behind a smile that, although lovely and sweet, curled on your lips with almost devilish intent. Something looped in your mind. And he could see it, in the way you suddenly sat straight and tilted your head.

"I think we can make it work," you hummed, eyes shamelessly drifting up and down his body. Beefy thighs, a bulge in his trunks, big hands and full biceps. "Are you healthy?"

His sandy brows arched, yet he still nodded.

"Any chronic diseases?"

"Uh, no."

"Syphilis?"

His head shook.

"HIV?"

He almost choked on his own saliva. "No, I test myself regularly."

You nodded, clearly satisfied. "Mental illnesses?"

Nanami thought that his only mental illness, by far, was how balmy and horny he felt beneath your dictatorial tone. "Not that I'm aware of."

Your lips curled into a smile, gaze mellowed, as you grabbed your magazine and unfinished drink. As you stood, you let his gaze take in the fullness of your body in a split second. You watched him, amused, as a blush crept up his thick neck and into his chestnut eyes, mingling with desire. Almost like a kid who looked eagerly at the sweetness that seemed to be out of his reach.

"Good. See you at six p.m. in the lobby's main restaurant, then."

And so you walked away, leaving him speechless and bewitched, his eyes fixed on your slowly disappearing figure. At the wave of your hips and hair kissing your neck, as you didn't look over your shoulder even once.

He groaned, covering his face with an arm. Gaze dropped to bulging trunks – a wet, sticky stain clearly visible on their blue material.

That fateful evening would stay in his mind for a long, long time. It was the best, the most humiliating, yet the most passionate night of his life. He would return to it months later, cheeks burning and cock straining his briefs tight.

He met you at six p.m. sharp, dressed in a bluish shirt and elegant brown trousers. Smelling of heavy cologne, blonde hair neatly slicked back, an expensive watch on his wrist.

The hotel was one of the most luxurious in Malaysia, and so were its restaurants, dripping with lavishness. Yet it wasn't the dark, silver, quiet sort of restaurant. No, its luxury was in the view of the setting sun stretching right in front of the tables, painting the sky pink, blue, and yellow, casting a warm glow on your lovely face. The sea hummed longingly, and fire burned in the torches that led him deeper into the restaurant. The wooden, thatched ceiling bent over small tables, held up on columns wrapped with lush vines.

The waiter led him straight to one of the white tables, with a single candle in the middle and a tall palm looming over it, its fronds making gentle swooshes.

"Apologies for being late," he said, drawing your attention.

You sat, watching the slowly setting sun, before turning your head towards him.

"You're not late," you smiled, looking at your watch. "It's six p.m."

He joined you at the table, his heavy, musky cologne immediately wrapping around your senses. Warm, cozy, carrying a woody, snug fragrance.

"It would be more gentlemanly to arrive before you." He chuckled, admiring the woman seated directly in front of him. "You look stunning."

Because you did. Dressed in a long black dress that clung to your body in all the right places. Hair falling loosely along your cheeks, neck draped in a gold necklace. The warm flame of a candle bathed your face in glory as you tilted your head and let a sweet hum slip past your lips.

"You don't look bad either, Mr, who still hasn't told me his name."

Oh dearest.

Nanami sighed, head falling between his shoulders.

Of course, he started to hit on you before even exchanging the most basic pleasantries.

You giggled at his embarrassed face. Ears slightly warm, cheeks flushed rose as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest.

"Forgive me, sweetheart. It seems your presence makes me lose my mind." Something in your eyes flashed, and he caught it immediately. "I'm Kento."

Your name reached his ears in reverse, while the waiter brought two glasses and a bottle of wine to your table.

"Hm, pretty," he smiled, not even trying to stop his gaze from drifting between the heavily cut neckline. Another move of yours, and the nipples would spill past the black material any second now.

"The name or my tits?" You took a sip of red wine, lips curling cheekily.

The wit and confidence of your persona seemed to slowly influence him, and so a low "Both" hit your heated cheeks. "Is that a proper answer, madam?"

You giggled, the sweetness of your laughter sending warmth down his spine. Straight to slightly tight trousers as he shifted in the chair.

"I'm not old enough to be called madam," his arched brow pushed you to hum, and so you finally admitted, "I'm thirty-seven."

Ten years older than him.

"So how old are you, sweetheart?" you asked, gaze squinted.

Nanami bit the inside of his cheek, arms still crossed over his broad chest. Your gaze dropped to his creamy buttons, dangerously close to popping right into your face.

"How low do you usually go?" He asked.

"No lower than thirty."

Fuck.

"Then I can be thirty," yet when your arms crossed over your chest and eyes stared at him intently, he sighed. "I'm twenty-seven."

It was only a three-year difference. No more. Although Nanami didn't feel fully worthy of your glorious attention, he needed it. Fuck, he needed it desperately, and a sensation in his mind told him he was ready to crawl on his knees if it meant gaining your acceptance.

It seemed, however, that there would be no need to do it.

Because a minute later, he felt something slip up his leg. Warm, soft, brushing his calf, knee and thigh. Only after a second did he feel your foot pressing against his cock, straining his trousers.

He trembled, taking a deep breath with a whistle.

Burning pleasure spilt over his loins, heart pounding madly, upon seeing your witchy, devilish smile and eyes shining with wickedness.

"I ordered for us, but are you truly hungry?" Your voice rolled low.

Oh, he was. Starving.

"What's on the menu?" The words barely escaped his throat, mixing with a faint groan as your feet pressed harder against his cock.

Your head tilted sideways, lips pushed lovingly. "Only the sweetest stuff."

It sounded like a promise. Like something offered to foolish men like him, who were easily trapped within the wicked embrace of your warm arms.

Nanami doesn't quite remember how everything turned next.

He wished to pay for the uneaten yet ordered dinner and the surely expensive wine, yet you simply said it had been paid. You paid, and he never, ever felt more humiliated in his entire life. Yet it seemed you didn't mind, truly. You simply overlooked the five-numbered bill as if your card could handle it just like that.

Thus, Nanami promised himself to give you the best orgasm you'd ever experience. The one that would make your thighs shake, and head loll back, irises heart-shaped while he would fold you in half on his bed.

Yet a few minutes later, he somehow found himself in a rather different position.

Naked, head propped on the pillow, eyes darting between your breasts shaking right in front of his eyes and drenched pussy swallowing his cock full. You leaned back on his thighs, legs parted wide, head fallen back, as you bounced on his fat, girthy cock.

Plush walls of your wet pussy wrapping him tight, taking every inch, every vein, till your hips met his fat balls with squelching smacks. The nasty, lovely moans slipping past your throat, as you fucked yourself on his cock senselessly, trembling beneath his thumb rolling your clit.

He was in awe. Fuck, he was fully, madly, completely bewitched by the sight stretching right in front of his eyes. Your breasts bouncing softly, belly squeezing around the shape of his cock, bulging right through the skin, pussy leaking, weeping, yet swallowing him fully.

Not many women could take him whole.

But you did. Of course you did, with this wicked smile dancing on your lips and brows drawn in a lovely, blissful furrow.

"Fuck, Kento, you're so fucking big," a moan escaped your lolled head, eyes slightly lidded. "Filling me so good, oh god. I can feel you–mhmm–in my womb."

Your hand touched the softness of your lower belly, bulging with his fatness.

It felt too much. It was too much to hold a sight of you bent in such a slutty position, with an arching back and hips rolling against his, with wetness and sticky juices smeared all over his pubes. Your cunt leaked sweetness, clit swelled beneath his fingers, and ass fit perfectly in his palm, as he helped your bounce faster.

"Look at you," he almost chuckled, trying to muffle the cry that threatened to slip past his lips. "My pretty girl, aren't you a sight–ahhh"

You hummed, leaning yourself farther on his thighs, to give him an even better view of your slick cunt swallowing his cock. "Fuck, I need you to cum inside me. Breed me full till I'll be–nghhh–leaking with your cum. Kento, ahh, I need you to get me pregnant."

You were serious. And he was fucked.

Because he truly wished for nothing more than to make you a mommy, fuck sideways and stuff this plush pussy with his massive cock until you're crying and whining over his body.

His fingers played with your clit a bit harsher, rolling, pinching, massaging it in circles, till your feet curled.

You were close – he knew it because he hit your swollen womb each time your walls clenched around his full shaft, until his leaking head nestled warmly into the soft, plush muscle deep inside you. He heard the splashes deep in your lower belly, saw your lips parted wide, eyes rolling back as you moaned his name with a high-pitched voice.

Your fingers dug deep into his thighs and hips smacked against his, as you suddenly gushed all over his chest. And chin, face, squirting with crystal droplets that drenched his upper body fully, as he filled you with fresh, heavy cum. Filling your womb to the brim, till a few droplets squeezed past his fat cock, filling your plump pussy and landing on his pubes.

"Again," you panted, falling to press yourself against him. Your lips caught his in a long, hungry kiss. "You need to fuck me again. Actually, fuck me every day till you leave. I want to have a baby."

Your eyes shone with tears, fully possessed by the maddening pleasure. And Nanami? He looked no better. Blonde hair messy, lips swollen from your hungry kisses, arms wrapping around your waist.

"So you want me to be your–"

"No," you interrupted quickly. "I want you to give me a child, and then you can leave. Live your life. I don't need a man in mine; I just want a baby."

He suddenly flipped you over. Your chest pressed to the mattress, hips lifted high, as he pushed his leaking cum back into your fluttering cunt.

"I can provide for you. I can stay. I don't know what your job is, but–"

"I'm the CEO of this hotel."

He stilled. Fingers digging deep into your cunt, another hand grabbing your ass.

Fuck, he was hard again.

Your head turned back, eyes squinted, lips curled into their wicked smile. "I'm the boss lady. So you don't have to worry about the providing thing. I can do it."

He leaned over, lips pressing to your sweating spine, head of his cock already catching on your puckered hole. "No, let me stay. Fuck, please let me stay."

He thrusted shallowly, slowly, pulling a soft moan from your tightened throat. "Wh–ahhh."

"Because," he muttered, biting gently at your shoulder. A massive, heavy body lay against yours until you felt the sweet, painful heaviness of his warmth. "You're so fucking sexy when you act like a dictator. And I may be into milfs."

Your giggles mingled with another cry, hips trying to roll back just to feel the rest of his cock push deep into the sticky wetness of your pussy.

"I'm n-not a milf–"

"Not yet," he chuckled, thrusting painfully slowly. Knowing how much you needed him to enter you in a single, quick push, he denied you with satisfaction. "Make me your president. Vice-president, manager, fuck. Just let me stay."

You liked when he begged. You liked seeing this massive man trembling and whining while being deep within your cunt, as you clenched around him a few times, only to push another lovely groan from his throat.

You didn't plan on marrying, again, but… the thought of keeping him for longer sounded rather nice.

So you nodded, with a "Shut up now and fuck me," getting a low, satisfied hum from his lips.

Nanami kissed you sweetly, long before finally stuffing your needy pussy to the brim.

And so, a year later, he suddenly remembered your first meeting, when the warm rays of the sun spilt on your face, and your forehead rested in peace.

His thumb pressed to the soft skin between your brows, rolling soft circles.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled, pushing his hand away. "Go feed her."

You were always grumpy in the morning. Yet he still, nevertheless, noticed a lovely smile tugging at your lips.

And so he kisses you once again, longingly, hungrily, before leaving the bedroom to take care of your dearest daughter.

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