Canada is really big

18+

keishin's favourite part of the day is when you're still fast asleep when he quietly slips back into bed after tending to the crops. the sun's barely up, and he's chilled to the bone from kneeling in the dirt in the cold morning air.

it's so warm back under the sheets with you. even warmer when you rouse slightly, half asleep and bleary eyed as you snuggle back into him.

and it's downright hot when he sinks into you, every bone in his body shuddering as his cock is enveloped in the heat of your cunt. as he bites the inside of his cheek in an effort not to come on the spot at the sight of last night's load of cum leaking out of you with each thrust, leaving a creamy ring around the base of his dick.

he likes to murmur teasingly about the mess it leaves in the sheets while he's fucking you. because then you'll whine some tired complaint about him wasting it while you try to push yourself back on his dick to keep it all inside.

and then 20 minutes later he's enthralled by it as you furiously stroke his cock. he wanted to wait for any sexual contact, but you're already soaked in one load-

you duck your face in embarrassment and he snaps. "don't you ever look away from me."

you turn back and watch how he furiously jerks himself off, his wicked smile pulls taut.

"where is the mess, my lord?" you stammer.

"I have not made it yet." He doesn't need to elaborate. A string of clear fluid has already dropped down the head of his member. "Have you ever seen a cock before?"

You hesitate, nearly turning away. "Yes, my lord."

"Was he gentle with you?"

The skirt of your dress is stiff in your hands.

"No, my lord."

and sukuna laughs with this breathy noise, head tilted back. He's close-- you can hear it in how he draws in a breath.

"Girls like you: no true man could be gentle with them. You're meant to be used. I can smell it on you. The weakness I need to exploit-- Look at me. In the eyes."

When you pull your eyes from his member to his face, sukuna grits back a deep groan. he cums across his barely stomach and chest, warm spend pooling on the skin as he pants. You have no choice but to stay there watching until he acknowledges you again.

"There's your mess. Clean it." He waves a hand dismissively and you turn for a rag. "You know how I want it."

"missed a spot."

his cock is hard again when he waggles it in your face, a droplet of precum on the tip. you lick it up and its replaced by another.

"'til it's clean," he orders.

one day you block him from the front door.

"You are forbidden from going to the capital."

the knight reaches to stroke your cheek. "It's only a day's journey, lamb. I will be back within a week."

"I am not allowing you to leave to see the king's court dressed like that!" you point to his cloak and garments. your husband furrows his brow hard, inspecting himself. "They are stained and ripped!"

"My appearance doesn't matter, my performance is battle does." Clothing wont fix his face or scars.

"Nonsense." Clothing has always been important to you; half of the gowns you wear are made by your own hand, the fabric supplied by your father. There's been a pile of things set aside for your hubsand, but he refuses to stay still enough for you to measure. "I am coming with. There are clothes I have half sewn for you that I can finish. The rest we will buy when we arrive."

"We will be late to the council meeting-"

"And then you can blame your wife."

usually your husband rides a horse to the capital, but you have forced him into the carriage with you.

"You look regal in a high collar," you say and you work a hem. "Why are you even being summoned?"

The knight adjusts uncomfortably, looking out the window to avoid your focused expression.

"They wish to move troops back into the north in case of uprising," he whispers, voice low. "It's a terrible idea. Forcing already exhausted men to march hundreds of miles before the cold season ends is just going to lead to illness, infighting, and death."

"They don't listen to you when you tell them these things?"

"Rarely."

"Well, then make them listen. Why have a commander if they insist on ignoring him? You have earned their respect."

at the capital, you stand up for him in ways he didnt know he needed. Another member of the council greets him coldly, biting his name out with an overly polite statement that might be a jab-

"Forgive me for interrupting, sir, but you must not have heard," you say, hand coming to rest on your husbands chest, your mdoest ring glittering on your finger. "My husband has been titled as Lord of The Ironhills because of his actions as Commander of The Royal Legion."

The man blinks slowly, one eye slower than the other. "I am very aware, miss."

"Oh, forgive me! You didn't use either title, so I assumed you did not know better," you laugh. The joyous air you keep has this deeper, more pointed undertone. Many of the spots he overhears in the capital have this rhythm to them, but he never has the ability to bit back in the same way. "And you may refer to me as lady."

The man is clearly unhappy, but he turns back to your husband. "Forgive me, my lord."

like imagine you come home from uni one summer and drop by sakanoshita market one morning after a run only to find that your dad’s best friend still runs it. you’re in a sports bra and shorts and you want to laugh at the way keishin decidedly looks away when you press the cold bottle of water he gave you right against your sweat-slick chest.

it becomes a thing—stopping by the store. usually late at night. you steal cigarettes out of keishin’s pocket, and he chides you with no real heat behind it. he plucks them from between your lips to take a drag before putting them right back and you think about indirect kisses and his callused hands.

you drink beers and get a little drunk and complain about the weather and your shitty boyfriend who thinks it’s your fault that you always take so long to cum.

keishin barks out a laugh and drags a hand through his hair as he shakes his head and you inhale as you clench your thighs together.

“it’s definitely not you, sweetheart.”

his words play over and over in your head as you plunge your fingers below the waistband of your shorts as soon as you get home.

you lay it on thick until he gives in one night, until you feel the cool wood of the office desk beneath your ass as he spreads your legs and sinks two fingers inside of you. keishin strokes your tight channel and massages your swollen clit and you cum so hard and fast you nearly cry.

he tells you how good you did for him as he kisses your cheek. tells you to go home and touch yourself like that and get a new boyfriend while you’re at it. your lips try to find his mouth, and he shakes his head with a smile.

“someone your age.”

keishin’s resolve not to be any more of a scumbag lasts all of three days before you’ve got your fingers buried in his hair while he tongue fucks you into a whimpering mess.

“we can’t keep doing this.”

till you’re bouncing on his cock in the back seat of his car.

and it’s bad enough that your brother convinced him to give you the job as a part of your university studies in the first place.

(it’s bad enough that you showed up in a fairly modest tennis skirt at the first practice and keishin still spent the whole drive home trying not to palm himself through his track pants.)

and then there’s your shitty, loser boyfriend. there’s the direct correlation between your fights and the days you’re flirty with keishin.

there’s the way you whine a little when you say his name sometimes.

it’s bad enough, the way you gasp we shouldn’t be doing this while you’re digging your fingers into keishin’s hips while he drags his cock vertically through your folds again and again. the empty way your pussy clenches and pulses around nothing every time.

the moral foothold you think you have based on nothing but a lack of penetration.

you duck your face in embarrassment and he snaps. "don't you ever look away from me."

you turn back and watch how he furiously jerks himself off, his wicked smile pulls taut.

"where is the mess, my lord?" you stammer.

"I have not made it yet." He doesn't need to elaborate. A string of clear fluid has already dropped down the head of his member. "Have you ever seen a cock before?"

You hesitate, nearly turning away. "Yes, my lord."

"Was he gentle with you?"

The skirt of your dress is stiff in your hands.

"No, my lord."

and sukuna laughs with this breathy noise, head tilted back. He's close-- you can hear it in how he draws in a breath.

"Girls like you: no true man could be gentle with them. You're meant to be used. I can smell it on you. The weakness I need to exploit-- Look at me. In the eyes."

When you pull your eyes from his member to his face, sukuna grits back a deep groan. he cums across his barely stomach and chest, warm spend pooling on the skin as he pants. You have no choice but to stay there watching until he acknowledges you again.

"There's your mess. Clean it." He waves a hand dismissively and you turn for a rag. "You know how I want it."

+18

you wondered how you ended up in this situation. sandwiched between two men, where the other was your boyfriend and the other was your boss.

oh, right - it was tamsy’s (the boyfriend) brilliant idea. tamsy’s unhinged and nearly disgusting idea that he felt rightful to just blurt out while you two were having a cozy evening together by the fire - yet the bastard knew you too well. he knew you would agree and that you actually enjoyed the thought, no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise.

and enjin (the boss)? he didn’t need to be asked twice. as tamsy proposed the idea like a damn business expansion, the man’s yellow eyes lit up with more possibilities than there was trash in the ground.

and that basically was how you ended up in this situation. tamsy’s cock between your lips as enjin fucked you from behind, his every thrust making tamsy’s cock poke against the back of your throat.

“fuckin’ hell, she’s a good girl, isn’t she?” enjin groaned from behind, tattooed hands holding you by the hips with a grip that was nearly bruising.

“yep. my good girl. right, sweetie?” tamsy cooed, his long fingers gently brushing the hair back that was threatening to fall on your face and disrupt your work. your eyes met his, cheeks hollow and lips coated with saliva as you nodded.

“mmh-” you moaned around him, trying to somehow sound coherent despite the fact enjin was fucking the sense out of you.

the man in question chuckled, suddenly tugging you by the hair. not firmly enough to hurt, but just enough to pull you away from tamsy’s cock. your lips and his pink tip were connected with a nasty trail of saliva, which tamsy however broke as his thumb brushed against your lower lip.

“say it to him properly, won’t you. say you’re a good girl” enjin urged - you could practically hear the cocky grin on enjin’s face.

“a-ah, i’m a good girl-“ you gasped out, watery eyes fluttering closed as his plump tip brushed against your yummy spots again. his cock had a nice curve that you hadn’t gotten used to yet - it was also thicker than tamsy’s. although tamsy’s was longer. “-a good girl for you. for both of you”

tamsy’s smile widened. his facial expression looked so proud and gentle as always, yet the situation in hand kind of ruined it. from your point of view, the encouraging grin resembled more of mockery at this point. not that you minded though.

“that’s it” he chuckles softly, before gripping your chin and pulling your mouth wide open again. tamsy guided his cock into the hole, allowing the familiar sweet warmth to envelope him again. his hand remained under your chin while enjin still held you by the hair - tamsy’s fingers being boney and long, gracefully squeezing against your skin, while enjin’s were thicker, more dominating.

“damn lovebirds. you’re making me feel left out” enjin half laughed, half grunted.

tamsy also let out a shakier exhale. you felt him twitching in your mouth, the tingle of his tip in your throat making you gag. enjin grunted louder, reacting to the sudden clench of your pussy as you choked.

“don’t say that, enjin. the more the merrier, right?”

“i can’t wait to get my hands on you. i’ll make you cum so hard the only thing you’ll be able to remember is my name.” your new cocky, arrogant boyfriend whispered in your ear.

buttt things weren’t how you expected.

“f-fuck! you’re squeezing me s’tight.” he buries himself to the hilt, stilling his movements completely. you pout, attempting to move your hips, craving friction. “toruuuu!”

he tilts his head back, taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “i know, i know baby, just… gimme a sec.” he starts moving his hips slowly, eyeing random objects in the room and recounting last week’s events—anything not to cum too quick.

you notice this and decide to tease him a bit.

“mmmh, you’re filling me up soooo good, toru.”

he lets out a silent whimper, squeezing his eyes shut but not stopping his gradual movements. “shut up.”

you start moaning unnecessarily loud, a shit eating grin on your face. “oh fuck! r-right there—”

he slams a palm over your mouth, muffling whatever bullshit you were about to say, and speeds up just a bit, now panting into the crook of your neck.

“y’are gonna be the death of me, y’know th— nghh that?”

he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, giving himself access to go deeper, and you both share a gasp as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

“i—shit can’t last much longer.”

he removes his hand from your mouth and brings it down to your clit, circling it fast. you finally start to feel your release building up. the last thing you hear is

“fuck fuck fuck c-can’t— fuck”

then you feel warm liquid filling your insides.

you stare up at him, deadpanning. “seriously? just when it was finally getting good…it’s only been 4 minutes satoru.”

he looks down at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as a faint pink creeps onto his face. “i’m sorry! can you blame me? you just felt too good.”

you roll your eyes but let out a light giggle “i guess you are all talk after all.”

he slaps a hand over his face, dragging it down with a sigh. “cmonnn babyyy, give me a break. all i need is five, then i’ll redeem myself.”