𝐂𝐄𝐘.˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Firefighter!Sukuna who bust down your bathroom door when there was a fire in your building (one that you weren't aware of), clad in thick and hefty bunker gear, eyes scanning the brightly lit bathroom only to spot you in the middle of shower, completely bare, soap bubbles still coating your skin.

Firefighter!Sukuna who clears his throat, looking over his shoulder before turning back to you, cheeks dusted with a rather adorable shade of red.

"Th—there's apartment in next door fire." He stepped closer, hand gesturing for the bathrobe hanging beside the mirror.

"Huh?" Your brows are furrowed, trying to decipher who between you both was having a stroke, maybe the abrupt slam of the door did mess with you head.

The absurdity of the situation startles you enough that the thought of being completely naked before doesn't even cross your mind, at least not until he reached for the bathrobe himself, stepping closer to hand it to you.

Firefighter!Sukuna who acts instinctively, once you are modestly covered, yanks you over his shoulder to quickly move out into the smoke filled hallway, steps heavy against the wooden floor as he made his way out, making sure you didn't get knocked into the wall or door frames.

Firefighter!Sukuna who instantly jumps back into the building after making sure you are steady on your feets, looking over his shoulder once before continuing back inside, hoping he'd find you after the rescue is completed.

Firefighter!Sukuna who frowned when the medic informed that the people had scattered around some to the hospital for minor injuries other taking refuge with friends and family till the apartment complex was fixed.

Firefighter!Sukuna who mulls over the awkward interaction for days, rest of the team teasing him over his jumbled words, hoping to find a reason to go back to your apartment without seeming like a pervert or a creep.

Firefighter!Sukuna who groans loud when he is informed about the routine check up he must have to ensure health, begrudgingly walks into the hospital with rest of the team, brows furrowed as he waited for his name to be called.

"Ryomen Sukuna."

The lady at the desk announced his turn, gesturing towards the door with light glowing above the 'general physician's.

Sukuna sighed, stepping into the office only to be stopped in his tracks, before him stood you, much more clothed, stethoscope hung around your neck as you wrote on charts, eyes widening in recognition when thet met his.

Firefighter!Sukuna who awkwardly stepped into your office, almost tripping over nothing, nearly turning a routine check up into a life threatening emergency.

"You work here?" He asked, nearly slapping his own forehead, of course you do.

You nodded your head, lips pursed together as you placed the clipboard on the desk, patting the stretcher, "I'd hope so."

Firefighter!Sukuna who snorts at your sass, ugly little sound escaping the back of his throat, warmth blooming on his cheeks as you grinned back at him.

Firefighter!Sukuna who sits still while you noted his vitals, metal of the stethoscope cold against his warm skin, eyes following your movement, at one point he caught himself admiring your penmanship.

"You've got good handwriting." He mumbled, pointing to where you noted his pulse rate and blood pressure, "usually doc's have chicken scribble writing."

Firefighter!Sukuna who swears to keep his mouth shut when you continue to look at him in bewilderment, more than once did he catch you suppressing the urge to grin.

Firefighter!Sukuna who waits outside your office to get clearance, only to be handed a doctor's note instead.

𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔

jester!gojo x princess

"Let them," he grumbles into your ear, hiking your leg up higher on his waist so he can stuff a third finger inside you. He smirks when you mewl at the stretch. "You like that? You like being filled up?"

"Uh-huh," you whine, high and needy. He hums against your cheek, pressing a kiss there.

"I could fill you up so well, Y/N, hit every spot you like inside you. I could make you feel so good."

You moan his name when he curls his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit as he thrusts the digits inside of you. You can feel yourself leaking down your thigh.

"I could make you cum as much as you want, could go all night if you wanted. I'd do anything to make you feel good."

"Please," you whisper harshly, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm so close."

"Let me give you what you need, darling."

He keeps his pace and technique, hitting the same spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Other guys would've sped up or fucked something up, but your boyfriend is consistent, just what you needed.

God, you should've done this sooner. The orgasm creeping up on you is going to be big. You vaguely pray that his dick could make you feel just as good as you topple over the edge, tucking your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans.

He guides you through it, massaging your cunt as you flutter down. He pulls out his fingers and begins suckly them clean, moaning low.

God, you need him. You need him so badly. You'll even fuck him on your porch, you don't care anymore. You just need his cock buried deep inside you, thrusting wildly and meticulously until you're braindead.

When you go to palm his cock, he grabs your wrist. You pout as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, then leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your temple. He lets you go and turns away, stepping down off your porch.

"W-Wait—"

"i know baby, just take it for me" She speaks so gently, right into my ear.

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚

dropping by ellie’s place in the middle of the night to buy weed and you “forget” your cash at home, so she has to collect payment another way. it’s good weed, after all.

you end up folded over ellie’s knee, skirt pushed up to expose the plush swell of your ass, your skin stinging after she’d spanked you till you begged her to stop. and to reward you for making it through your punishment, she now had her fingers buried into your drooling cunt.

“fuck,” she pants, eyes rolling back at the sound of your gushing pussy, each thrust of her fingers making an obscene squelching sound. “so fucking wet, huh?”

you can’t even form words when she’s got you like this, so you just moan pathetically, and ellie loves it.

“poor girl. there’s not a thought in that pretty little head, is there?” she smiles at you, her eyes shining with amusement. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

stoner!vi who teaches you how to roll a blunt one night after you’d confided in her that you’d never done it before. she sets up a blunt-rolling station on her coffee table, complete with a pack of blue dutches - the superior blunt wrap, according to her - and a half ounce of her best weed. the sickly sweet, flowery scent of the bud tickles at your nose as vi shows you how to place it into her grinder, shutting it and twisting the metal disks until the weed is ground down to smaller bits.

stoner!vi whose tongue pokes out of her lips in concentration, her brow furrowed as she carefully demonstrates splitting a cigarillo right down the middle. she punctures the tobacco with her thumb nail, then works the tear down until the cigarillo’s opened up. you mimic her actions, and she reassures you when you struggle to tear the tobacco in a straight line.

“you’ve got this, angel,” she says with an encouraging smile, eyes glimmering when she looks at you.