𝕳𝕺𝕽𝕴

A shiver runs down your spine.

Truth be told, you hadn’t expected to get this far.

According to what the stories and legends claimed, a mere mortal like you would have been sniffed out—would have been sought after, would have your flesh torn to shreds the very second you stepped inside the Sukuna Estate. If not by the monster that inhabited it, then the Estate itself.

Some whispered that it was inhabited by cursed spirits - amongst something far, far worse - that both guarded and imprisoned. Whilst others whispered that the house itself was a cursed spirit in the form of this sprawling aristocratic estate—as vast as a palace. Even more whispered that whomever entered the house gained a taste for blood, and even most claimed that a house’s auspiciousness reflected that of its master’s. 

For who else would inhabit such a place but Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses himself?

If the public whispered about the estate, they simply yelled about the sorcerer that inhabited it. Blood-curdling screams. 

There was no avoiding the rumors that swirled around the special-grade; those who were unfortunate enough to cross his path painted a picture of a beast more than eight feet tall, with glowing blood-red eyes and horns that tore open the skies. Storms he could silence with a single wave of his hand. His powers were what made legends—never before had there been seen a sorcerer as strong as he, and it was likely that there never shall be again. Though that was not for a lack of trying, or talent, or assassinations. 

Despite remaining living, he was depicted in temples and murals of hell. Four arms. Four eyes. Two mouths and countless tattoos. So imbued in his sorcery that it metamorphosed his physical body itself - Ryomen Sukuna was said to be something more than human, but something less than a person. 

Look at him wrong and you might find yourself without sight. Without life. 

Thus, not many dared to lay their eyes upon him—but they didn’t have to. He left a pathway of destruction and blood-soaked footprints wherever he went. 

A kill count higher than several populations.

Wherever he went, it loomed the dark shadow of a hand across the land. Currently that hand was grasped tight around the city of Heian-kyō: the home of Ryomen Sukuna, it sat at the very center of the capital. Dubbed aptly by the citizens to be The Estate of the Dead. For no human that wandered inside, will ever wander out.

And yet, that’s exactly the chance you’d taken today.

You’d had enough.

You’d waltzed right up to those grand doors this evening, dwarfing everything and anything around it, and knocked. Dark mahogany panels. Gilded handles. Unlike most noble homes, the Sukuna Estate didn’t need to have guards stationed outside it—for who was mad enough to bother the King of Curses?

You, it seems.

And so the busy road froze around you; the residents paused mid-gossip, the merchants stopped haggling their prices, the carts and wheels creaked to a halt—the world itself held its breath as the doors to the estate had opened.

And a short, slender person stepped outside.

They were dressed in a dark monk’s robe draped over a white kimono, equally white hair dazzling - almost ethereally odd - underneath the sunlight. They closed the door behind themself, and looked at you intensely. “State your purpose.”

You struggled to remember why you were here in the first place, “I-It is my greatest honor to-”

“Hasten.”

“I only wished to-”

“Hasten-”

“A position.”

You weren’t sure who was more bewildered at the words that blurted out of you—you or the citizens around you. There were soft gasps that echoed into the air, peering even closer at the strange interaction. However, the attendant merely looked at you uncertainly, and you hurried to explain yourself. “I come seeking employment, my lord of the house.”

“I am but a mere servant.” They replied, raising one hand. “And we seek help no longer.”

As they attempted to turn back and go inside, you’re rushing. “Please-”

Brows furrowed, “I said we seek help no-”

“But I swear that I shall be the most loyal servant to the master…” Bowed slightly, a slight rush of relief goes through you as you notice they’ve turned back. Just barely, but it’s something. “-after yourself, of course.”

They huffed in slight amusement.

And your hands shook. Gripped onto the long length of your sleeves, you steadied them before you continued - just as you’d practiced. “I swear upon my soul that no assignment shall be too great, no concern too small. Please—please, I have scoured every street and alley for weeks now in search of employment, and you have been the only one kind enough to open your doors…Any job is enough for me- any. Just spare me the chance.” Hands twisted together into a plea, “I beg of you.”

They looked slightly taken aback, and you stepped closer to seize your chance.

“My body is the master’s, and I shall gladly undertake any task.” You gazed straight into their doe-like, brown eyes—“Any task.”

Their lips barely moved as they repeated, “Any?”

“Any.”

There was a ringing silence following your answer, and you knew that everyone in the once-bustling vicinity must have been staring at you. But that didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered but the way the white-haired attendant let their brows raise, they appraised you from head to toe.

Head to toe.

Head to toe.

It honestly seemed like forever before they finally sighed, “At ease.”

And you shot upwards from your painstaking bow with an awed breath. 

Untold, the doors to the Sukuna Estate opened. They turned around, not meeting your eyes - nor that of anyone around you two - and gestured for you to follow them inside. Stepping inside as though they didn’t care whether you proceeded or not, the strange attendant uttered. “I expect you to use your body well to serve the master.” Just barely tilted to the side to take another look at you, “You have one night to please him.”

The sound of wrought iron echoed through the ancient city like thunder.

And you touched your sleeve once more - your best silk, but more specifically…the dagger you’d hidden beneath it. 

You had one night to take down the King of Curses.

In no time, you’d been led around the massive estate by Uraume - they’d uttered their name to you between the meeting chamber and the second library - and your heart still thumps away at your throat as they now creeeeeeak—! open the quarters for the concubines. Blood bubbling in your veins. Blade cold against your skin.

There was a buzzing sort of excitement that seemed to extend from the weapon and onto you—only growing stronger as you’re pacing inside. 

It wasn’t the small, structured sort of barrack that you might’ve expected - you weren’t sure the validity, but you’d already heard stories about how concubines were cramped together in certain royal palaces. Bunks on top of bunks. Bodies that remained undernourished and untouched.

However, what Uraume takes you through is a gilded hallway—nothing out-of-place from the rest of the palace. On one side was a line of separate rooms, at the end of the hallway the paneled doors opened to a garden. It had unlit lanterns on the high ceilings and intricate artifacts that seemingly sprouted from the gleaming wooden floors; the spotless corridor branched and divulged into several other rooms and hallways, weighed with nameplates, and you were shocked to realize that each concubine seemed to have their room - no matter how small their rank; there was a lingering of perfume in the air. 

Fit for royals.

Your eyes bounce off of the walls, and Uraume watches your reaction closely. “I assume it is to your liking?”

“Yes-” You wouldn’t want to give off the wrong impression - especially not when a mere offense could mean death—“F-forgive me, it’s far more than to my liking, it’s…” Taking another awed look around, “-magnificent. I suppose I didn’t expect it to be so…”

“Beautiful?” Uraume seems to read your mind.

And you can only turn to them and nod. 

They sagely nod, something knowing in their tone. “The master has an inclination to all that is beautiful and surprising.” Looking at you closely, “Particularly surprising.”

Uraume’s expression gives nothing away, and you attempt to do the same - the dagger glints coldly against your hand. A single movement and it could cut you. A single movement and it could be in your hands.

You don’t know how long they maintain eerie eye contact with you before the sound of footsteps makes you tear your eyes away—and where you’re perhaps expecting to see the monster, the inhuman, the master of this house himself—it’s another woman. Human, perhaps.

Donned in expensive silk that robes her figure, she tip-toes towards the two of you with a sheepish smile upon her painted face. 

She bows, and you’re bowing back.

“Forgive my intrusion.” She says as she straightens once more, “It is seldom we meet a new girl. Perhaps this is forward, but am I right in presuming you are one of the new concubines?”

“O-oh, you are correct.” You’re surprised by her warm and welcoming demeanour - weren’t fights and jealousy typical of close concubine quarters? Wasn’t she supposed to scheme and plot against you just as you were doing against her- you suppose your master?

But she takes your hand and beams at you, “Then it is most wonderful to make your acquaintance. Ask me anything you would like.”

Your lips part - unsure what to say - but the white-haired attendant at your side beats you to it by announcing. “Dinner shall be served shortly.” They turn, about to make their exit before eyeing you closely. “Human.”

And you wondered whether they meant to call you human…or they meant that dinner was human. 

Once those delicate doors slide shut, and Uraume’s footsteps disappear, you’re just then realizing that you were still holding onto the other woman’s hand. Mustering up some semblance of a smile, you’re asking her—“Could you tell me about…Ryomen Sukuna?”

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“There’s a descendant of the esteemed Kamo clan here, as well—” One of the women chuckle, taking a deep drink of her sake - one of those expensive types that came in an intricate wooden box. She smacks her lips in satisfaction, “-but you just missed her.”

Your heart batters against your chest- you still had the dagger hidden up your sleeve. Setting down your water, you hope that none of the other concubines here can hear the waver in your voice- “I see. Is she perhaps attending the…?”

“Huh?” The woman looks at blearily for a few seconds. “Who? The master?”

You nod silently.

She exchanges a look with one of the other women-

Before bursting into rambunctious laughter. 

And you’re sitting there confused as they clap one another on the shoulders, as they rattle the food-laden table—as they wipe mirthful tears from their eyes. Repeating the last sentence to one another and breaking out into peels of laughter once more. Surely, you hadn’t said anything too humorous…perhaps this was some unspoken rule of etiquette you’d missed?

It hadn’t been too long since you’d been somewhat- absorbed into the group of numerous concubines upon concubines that were housed in the Sukuna Estate. Many more than you’d initially predicted - the hallway you’d entered had been just one of many residential wings. 

Right now, about half of them sat at a long table of which you couldn’t clearly see its end - both because of length and the sheer volume of food towering upon it. All sorts of soups and noodles. All sorts of breads and wines. All sorts of meats and charred vegetables. Desserts and colorfully-packaged sweets from around the world that you’d once believed that only the emperor himself would have been able to taste.

It would have been possible to dislike every food you’d ever known, and still find something here that made you wish to stay…if just for the food.

You could hear the other half of the women chattering and laughing away in another dining room connected to this one. 

All in all, your proponent - a woman you’d learned was connected with the Fujiwara family - had told you everything about Sukuna as she introduced you to the other concubines. They took you in readily, to your surprise, and cooed and surrounded and showed you around. Speaking to you about how the estate was designed personally by Sukuna himself. How Uraume was his (human) cook. How he was a ruthless ruler, and the hallways were more often bloodied than not—but he didn’t lay a hand on them.

When they’d told you this, you’d assumed it was regarding his more…aggressive reputation on the battlefield. You didn’t think it meant-

“Our Kamo girl has travelled to Edo.” The woman from earlier - Abe, you remember her name being - continues as the others settle down. She whispers scandalously, “To visit her lover.”

You breathe in sharply, “The master permits you to take lovers?”

“It isn’t that he permits…” Fujiwara smiles warmly at you - not too far down the table. The other concubines nod as she continues, “It’s that he doesn’t pry—he has no time for human frivolities. After all, the master hasn’t called for one of the girls in…well, since we can remember. He’s a picky man. But nowadays, girls enter and leave the estate as they please, as they wish for employment. Most choose to join the house staff in time, for we aren’t bound, and the master seems to have no need for concubines these days.”

Surprise overtakes you, your hand grips tightly on your sleeve. But your objective…

Abe speaks up now, “Which is why it’d been quite the surprise to know he’d allowed in yet another.” She leans in with a conspiratorial smile, “Perhaps you’re the type to really get his loins going-”

“Abe—!” A few other women swat at her.

“I jest- I jest—” She winks at you, “In part. Would you prefer to lay with the master?”

Something twists at the bottom of your stomach, “I-if it must come to it, I wouldn’t mi-”

You’re cut off as they exclaim in scandal all around you. 

Fujiwara shakes her head with a smile, then she looks at you. “No matter what it is, you shall be housed and fed here. You shall never go without despite the master’s…”

“Impotence?”

“…”

“I jest-”

“What’s more—” She pulls back her sleeves and gestures for a bowl of sake, “Given the state of affairs, I highly doubt that you would ever have to-”

Just then, there’s a tap at the sliding doors.

An announcement of Uraume’s title—before they’re cracking the entrance open just a fraction. That stark white hair of theirs flashes from the gap in the door, illuminated by both the dim yellow lighting and the curiosity leaking out of the dining room; eyes scanning the vast chamber before finally landing on you.

An utterance of your name.

All eyes snap to you.

“The master wishes for you to join him tonight.”

One by one, you could feel the jaws of the other women drop—as well as your own. Right alongside something at the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t quite describe. 

As the silence stretches and expands to the other speechless dining chamber- Fujiwara lets out a pointed cough—and it’s all you need to jolt right back to your senses. Scrambling to stand up, you barely have the time to smooth down your kimono before following Uraume out of the room - throwing a cautionary glance over your shoulder. 

Fujiwara smiles, slightly shocked. 

Abe winks. 

The sliding doors rattle closed, and the whirlwind of gossip that follows accompanies you even to the bridge. 

Head ducked. Hands in sleeves. Uraume remains painfully silent as you’re following them down winding hallways and past chambers vast enough to be estates themselves; and though you’d been given a tour of the place beforehand, you can’t help but let your mind get just a little frazzled at the thought of what was to come after.

Of what was to come once they finally stopped.

And they do—after what feels like nights upon nights, the white-haired attendant stops before two sliding doors - nothing but sliding doors. Though you’d assumed that the King himself might have decked his personal chambers with several of his best guards, you’re realizing with a prickle of anticipation that he didn’t need them.

But that only made your job easier.

Invisible hands seem to pull the doors - panes decorated in artwork depicting archery - apart, and you’re entering a room that would have been too lavish for an emperor. 

A massive rectangular-shaped room of which strange interconnected woodwork make up the flooring; windows towering from floor-to-ceiling, half-hidden by thick curtains of red velvet. They clung themselves onto a ceiling that was gilded, calligraphy rounding the high perimeter, and a chandelier-like composition of lanterns fashioned down from it. Reds and greens and blacks and golds, the most eye-catching painting colors of furniture within. 

In the far end of the royal chamber was the futon. 

And you would describe its incredible size and its golden threading, even the red, red blanket that covered it- you would…but your eyes were far more interested in who was occupying it.

Thighs spread. Two elbows resting on his knees.

All four eyes locked on you since the moment you step inside-

“Uraume.” His lips barely seem to move, though that hoarse baritone is hard to deny. It wasn’t as inhuman as you might have expected—it sounded human and yet, there was surely something malevolent in the way he made your thighs squeeze together with just a single word. “You are dismissed.”

You’re feeling Uraume bow deeply next to you, and in the blink of an eye they’re gone-

In another blink of an eye, Ryomen Sukuna has one large hand stuck out - index quirked at you, he beckons you to him once. Only once. 

And you gulp as you walk to him.

This was your first time really seeing the King of Curses- fuck. He was wearing nothing but baggy white pants and a strange, carnal inkling about him. Engulfing you in it the second you’re locking eyes with him. The legends were right…somewhat.

Because Sukuna truly was larger than any mere mortal could ever be: with shoulders sculptured and broad enough that they’d put your best warriors to shame, with corded muscle around biceps the size of your head, with his pecs creating a bumpy road for his tattoos. He was about nine feet tall—perhaps even taller than the stories said. Far taller. Far stronger. Far more monstrous. 

Abs consistently patterned his front, disrupted only by the presence of his second mouth - it slashes aaaaall the way across his navel, large n’ licking his cursed lips with a grin.

And those tattoos- oh, those tattoos.

They were the tattoos of a criminal - two looping around each of his four arms like shackles, and then a circle on all four deltoids.

You bite the inside of your cheek—you knew your mission. But fuck- you won’t deny that a part of you wanted him so bad. 

Sukuna’s pink hair catches the lantern light as he leans back on two hands, meaty thighs manspreading before you. And in-between you swear you could see the thick, throbbing outlines of two-

“On your knees.” The King commands. Crimson eyes narrowing, “Should you so wish.”

And your knees are buckling almost instinctually- he raises a rose-pink brow as he watches your hands reach for your sleeve…before ultimately going against your orders to settle down before the foot of the bed where he was seated. 

Embarrassment curdles in your chest as you’re crawlin’ yourself closer to him, and the sorcerer himself hums in approval once you’re leaning your cheek against his right thigh. Rubbing. 

The muscles underneath twitch—and Sukuna’s swollen tips let out a spurt of precum that puddles right in front of your lips. That translucent dampness stretches across the fabric and wets your lips with its salty taste- you whine.

Right before he grasps the back of your sweaty scalp with one massive hand- and shoves your head down onto one clothed cock. Your mouth gaped wide and plopping! right on top of his mushroomy tip—an open kiss against where his sensitive slit was flared outwards. 

He’s pulsating against your lips.

And you’re moaning with your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of his entire tip being nearly fuckin’ big enough to envelop your entire maw-

“Do you understand now?” Sukuna’s tone rumbles from above - low and level in a way that speaks of such power. He doesn’t reveal anything more, however. “Do you understand that your puny human body cannot handle me?”

You’re looking up at him with furrowed brows, “I-I understand…”

“Do you understand that I may ruin you?”

“I understand.”

“Do you understand that you cannot take m-”

“I want you-” And almost as bewildering as the fact that you’ve interrupted him, is that Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t crush you with his cursed energy on the spot for interrupting him. “-my lord.”

But that seems to be his tipping point. For his large stomach mouth quirks upwards in what almost seems like a smile—

And Sukuna gruffs out, “Then kiss your King.”

And so you’re gripping onto the soft edge of the mattress and leaning yourself up into his kiss- not the one his face was so ready for—but one where you’re leaning in and pressing a chaste peck onto his second mouth.

Onto those monstrously large lips hungrily gaping at his stomach.

Onto that fucking hungry - starved - maw so deprived of any touch that he’s immediately slurpin’ the edge of his textured tongue outwards. Attempting to enter his incredible size between your own lips, Sukuna’s only managing to fit about an inch of his cursed tastebuds—swipin’ the insides of your heated cavern and making you gasp, before he’s searing his grip into your scalp and tugging you off-

“Naughty naughty.” He trundles. And yet there’s a glimmer of something different in his eyes that told you Ryomen Sukuna was almost…excited. He’s patting one side of him on the futon, “Come up here with me, insolent thing.”

In no time, you’re hauled onto the bed and straddling the infamous King. 

Thighs struggling to squeeze around his toned core, cunt drooling your slick through your panties. As you’re inadvertently rubbing uuuup and down his ridged abs- it creates a snail trail of glistening sap that trickles all the way down to his pinkish-brown happy trail. 

Sukuna titters once he leans his head down and takes in the mess - n’ then he’s gripping one side of your waist with a single hand. 

Squeezing lightly, it doesn’t take even a mere fraction of his power to glide the exterior of your pussy down those unruly tufts of hair—dooooooown in a carnal scratch as he positions you directly on top of his second mouth.

His second mouth.

Now gaped wide open and fucking ravenous.

Immediately cracking apart from each other with a parched gasp- something deep and rumbling from his underbelly. It reminds you of a creature that’s been starved for eons—something that makes shivers run up your spine right from the in-betweens of your drippin’ wet cunt. Right as you’re feeling his oversized tongue press aside your ruined underwear and start to eeeeeease inside-

“Fuh-fuuuuck—” Dazed peripherals rolling to the back of your head - without even realizing it, you’re planting your feet onto the futon and bucking- whether more into Sukuna’s cursed mouth or away from it…you’re unsure.

But he’s making the decision for you. He’s cupping either side of your hips with two clawed hands, letting those pointed tips dig into your clammy flesh, “Easy-” Letting out a rumbling chuckle. “Easy there, woman.”

Gasping, you’re lurching- 

“Easy.”

And it’s all he needs to steady you.

It’s all he needs to tighten his hold onto your squirmin’ body, until it’s like he’s attached onto you with adhesive. It doesn’t take much of him to move you ‘round and spread open those folds even further like a pretty flower—that massive tongue of his wastes no time before swirling around that first ring of muscle. Cutely clenching around him- fuck, he can’t wait.

Before slurping his muscle back and shoving it straight between your pussylips. 

Through the popping pressure in your ear, “Because how’re you gonna take my cocks otherwise?”

And you really didn’t forget who you were dealing with, did you?

You really didn’t think that Ryomen Sukuna - the King of Curses - was going to go easy on you…did you?

Because without even waiting for your struggling walls to get used to the size, his enlarged tongue reels all the way backwards with a deafening slurp! Right until the curvaceous tip was ticklin’ at your entrance, before Sukuna’s thrusting all the way back in. Again.

Your toes curl. Your eyes dart instantly to the back of your head. 

Sukuna himself cracks a smirk- before he’s then doing it again.

And again.

“Don’t think yer running from it.” A third hand ends up plastered atop your clammy scalp- dangerously gripping your head and puuuuuushing you down onto him. 

As far as your tight hole would let him. Your thighs quiver, “B-but-” Bucking.

“Now now, brat—” Pushing you back down. “Ya get what you’re given.”

Again and again.

It doesn’t matter how many times you’re twisting on top of him because of the ruthless swabbin’ of his tastebuds inside. Honed at the very tip and zig-zagging around in a way that makes you viscerally shake on top of him—he’s slipping his velvety muscle inside and stirring it a few times to get a reeeeally good feel for your walls. For how much you’d stretch. “Because you shall fit- oh…” He seethes between clenched canines, nose scrunched at the very top. “You must- fit it. You must not run away.”

Another tough battering ram of his thick tongue - it’s almost adorable how your poor body is being jerked to and fro. He murmurs, “For who can possibly escape Ryomen Sukuna? Heh.”

His tongue seems to wind n’ stretch even deeper inside you after his own self-praise - you always have heard rumors about the King of Curses being particularly egotistical…though righteously. 

And again and again—“P-please.” Sukuna’s second tongue fills you up in all sorts of ways you’ve never felt before - not with the texture or the size or the complete and utter need…Those ridged tastebuds of his were pushin’ into eeeeevery single nook and cranny he could reach - which was all of them. At least, as far back as your dewy walls were allowing him to go, “Such a size should be-”

“Necessary.” He’s cutting you off cleanly. “Besides…”

Sukuna raises a pink brow, leaning backwards on the mattress to watch his massive tongue indulge in and out. In and out. In and out.

Your puffy folds being pushed apart at a rapid pace, your gloss seeping everywhere as he tunnels inside—he’s letting out a low whistle of approval as his second mouth creates such a mess between your legs. Monstrous tongue jerking outwards and slapping the front of your cunt teasingly- it makes a fresh wave of your juices slather down your thighs.

And he smiles - already knowing that he’s going to clean this up later.

The King’s chest rumbles with satisfaction, “Heh- you should be aware, little human…that m’not even halfway inside yet.”

There were two things in that sentence that drove you utterly wild: the fact that he mentioned he was barely inside, and the fact that he said…yet. As though to prove the point he’d just sparked inside your muddled brain, Sukuna arches his hips off the bed and ruts-

Pistoning his tongue a mere inch deeper.

Even though - to you - it feels like he’d just struck his tongue against your very throat—“Wh-what you claiming…” Your thighs quake as he continues fucking you between them, “How much longer may you possibly have to go?”

“Oh…an inch, two, four….seven.” Sukuna tilts his head airily, “Tch- such tedious tasks are meant for humans. How about you count instead?”

You balk, “Pardon, master?”

“Count, little human.” And without a single warning, his fourth hand snakes underneath your flapping kimono- between those sopping pussylips and squeezing at your poor clit. “Your master orders you to count.”

And the only thing you can possibly do is let your eyes shutter at the pleasure, lips trembling as Sukuna’s second tongue finds its mazin’ way across your walls. As you’re struggling to get a single word out, however, at least the ruthless sorcerer slooooows his pace down to something more languid- making sure you feel every bump and vein.

Every quirk.

Every inch.

Until finally you’re throwing your head behind and vocalizing—after only a few sloppy strikes. “T-two…”

“Heh…interesting.” One of those gnarled hands clasped onto your sides reaches upwards n’ grabs onto your pretty face, smushin’ those cheeks together as he stares deeply into your eyes. Sukuna takes in your dazed peripherals, your spit-glossed lips - the way you looked completely and utterly gone on his tongue, and yet…still managed to answer his question.

Mere mortals never did manage to surprise him anymore. You, however…

Before even he knows what he’s doing, Ryomen Sukuna leans inwards and spits between your gaped maw. Rushing to then kiss you with his own lips - eyes widened, mouth hungry. He looks bewildered himself, as his cursed mouth continues rubbin’ your pussy raw—“It seems we have a feisty little human on our hands.” Three out of four hands groping at your sides and making you ride him-

You’re trembling.

“And yet, who told you to cease your counting?”

Thwack!

“Three—” You cry out. Expectedly, Sukuna was mean—that fourth n’ final hand of his plasters his knobbly fingertips against your sensitive nub. Spanking you hard enough to see stars.

But Sukuna only grins, “Incorrect.”

Yet another spank. Yet another brush of his cursed tongue inwards- and you swear that you’re starting to hear his second mouth start to snicker to himself. Was that even possible? 

Were you even thinking? Were you even breathing?

It doesn’t take his keen eyes long to realize that he’s left you completely and utterly stupid on his tongue—just so luscious and lewd. Spreadin’ apart your puffy folds and funneling your insides with him, “Four- four—”

“Correct.” Just to tease you, those fingers of his leave another rude spank.

And Sukuna doesn’t bother letting you gather your bearings before he’s delving even deeper. 

“F-five…” You’re trembling out as you feel the massaging texture of his tastebuds enter, they’re pokin’ into spots you hadn’t even realized you had - filling out your tight channel and leaving his shape molded straight into your cunt. “And is that…ngh- six?”

“That was seven.” He rumbles out in a smug tone.

Your jaw drops as you register the massive number - seven inches of his cursed tongue fucking your pussy. And yet it still doesn’t seem as though he’s planning to stop anytime soon…

Back arched, you’re keeping your hands on top of Sukuna’s broad shoulders. Nails digging into his deltoids. And with all the strength that you could muster, you’re attempting to riiiiiide your hips back down onto his—grinding in figure-eight motions.

Sukuna was already manhandling you down onto him - now it might just be your turn to control the cadence. To control how much of him went inside you.

“J-just fuck me already—” You’re pleading. Your jaw drops with a parched whimper, hips veering down harder and harder- “Ngh- that was eight. Nine. Just fuck me- all of me.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen in slight surprise- before he’s quickly catching himself and tightening the two hands at your waist. “Now now…easy there. Go too fast for a little human, and yer going to hurt yourself.”

“But I need it.” Lip jutting out in the cutest damn pout, “I need you inside me, Kuna.”

His breath catches, “Repeat what you just uttered.”

Back bending into the most delicious curve, pushing up against his sweaty pecs. You’re sobbing out as his stomach mouth gapes even wider n’ seemed to push in even more, more, moooore of his sultry inches—“N-nine and a half…? I need you inside-”

“Not that-” Smacking your clit once more. “-you insolent brat.” The tip of his tastebuds reach the very back of your pussy, and it’s a sensation you just can’t describe. “That…title. I command you to hah, repeat it.”

“Title?”

Thwack!

“Repeat it.”

And it’s taking everything and anything in you - in your utterly cockdrunken mind - to conjure up the faintest inkling about what Sukuna was talking about. To let your head throw back with a final primal cry—for the first time since he’d started fucking you with his stomach mouth, you’re finally feeling your ass cheeks seat down properly on top of his washboard abs. 

And then you’re finding yourself in his strong arms, your moans muffled into his actual mouth. “T-ten.” Gasping through the constant drool n’ sounds of pleasure clogging up your throat, “That’s ten, Kuna—”

And there it was.

Theeeeeere it was - in more ways than one.

Ryomen Sukuna’s getting to hear that sultry nickname fall from your mouth once more - for some inexplicable reason leaving the tips of his ears feeling warm - and he’s getting to see you complete his command.

Ten entire inches of his cursed second tongue- lickin’ away every trace of sap at your inner thighs, before he’s pushing it all the way inwards. Inwards and inwards. The maw slashed across his stomach grins as he’s hitting the very back of your pussy-

And before you know it, the King is tugging you into his arms.

He kisses your mouth sloppily while his second tongue continues fucking you between your legs. Harder by the minute.

Sukuna grunts as he opens his mouth wiiiiide n’ slips his tongue between your jaw- “Suck on my tongue.” He’s echoing out in a hollow tone.

And you can do nothing but squeeze your glossy lips together—eagerly suckling on his tongue. You’re unsure whether it was from your lavish dinner prior or whether it’s just how hazy your brain is, but you’re finding him to taste almost…sweet.

And your eyes roll to the back of your head as you do so-

“Heh-” Sukuna manages to pant out between kisses, open-mouthed and hot. “Now both pairs of pretty lips are sucking on my tongue.”

And your jaw…drops- only for him to use the opportunity to kiss you even deeper.

Making you ride his stomach mouth whilst he kisses you stupid - his tongue probing inwards, inwards, inwards in looooong slick thrusts. Scrapin’ every orifice inside but especially bending around to hit your g-spot. 

You’re sure your body jolts as you feel the sudden zaps of charged pleasure, setting your body positively alight. “I-I’m so close, master.” You pout, “I must- hah- cum.”

“Must, hm?” Sukuna mutters - almost to himself. “And am I to believe that my human deserves to cum? Am I to believe that she is ready to take both my cocks?”

Nodding fervently, “Y-yes—yes, please-”

“Am I to believe that she will have no trouble taking me down to the very womb?”

“Yes-”

Crimson eyes narrow, “I will not slow down, needy human. Am I to believe that-”

“Yes-” Just so gone on your impending high. So close. 

And to your surprise, the King merely chuckles as you’re interrupting him - had this been anyone else, then they would have found themselves being made an example of. But you…you’re finding yourself jerked almost aggressively upwards as he bucks his hips, more to run the ridges of his cursed tastebuds along the interior of your walls. Harder. Faster.

You hurtle straight into your high at an incredible pace-

“If you had let your King finish…” It’s the last thing you’re hearing before the pleasure overtakes you - Sukuna’s rumbling tone. “-then perhaps you would have known my question was whether I’m to believe you shall give me an heir in my name.”

His question was going to be whether you’d give him an heir.

His question was going to be whether you’d give him an heir.

But you’re unable to articulate anything more than a few whimpers n’ grunts - because the waves of your orgasm that overtake you are enough to leave you numb. Enough to leave you babbling. Enough to leave you shaking on top of Sukuna’s toned body as he shovels his fat tongue in and out.

In and out. In and out.

The way his overlarge tongue curved was just perfect for hittin’ every spot, and you’re feeling him time out your peaks perfectly—knowing juuust when the surges of your dopamine were at their highest. 

Just then, he’d slam! his flattened tastebuds onto the exact spot of your nerves. Fingers nothing but a dizzying blur between your legs as he rolls his thumb over your clit, “Gonna take my t-tongue-” Sukuna spits between honed canines, “Gonna take my cocks then- gonna take my seed.”

“Sh-shiiiiit—” You yowl, “It feels so good, Kuna-”

“That’s ‘master’ to you.” He scoffs, nose sliding down the column of your throat. Sukuna takes one more look at the way you’re swallowing him up - at the way you grind deeper to stuff his glistening muscle between your pussylips, and shivers. “Or…consider yourself lucky to be shown mercy this time, human. Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Kuna.”

“Tch-”

And with that said, it’s not long before you’re completely and utterly fucked through your orgasm by the mouth on his stomach—through every tiny shred n’ ounce of pleasure. 

Once Sukuna feels your quiverin’ pussy finish, he’s pulling out of you with the most lecherous squelch! Letting your thighs drape limply around his waist for a few seconds- that’s as long as the King can manage before he’s sitting up on the futon and flipping the two of you around.

So that your back was against the mattress. So that your head was hitting the pillows.

Sukuna crawls his massive figure down the length of your body- four arms pinning back your slick-sheened legs as he pushes his head between them. He’s wasting no time before digging his larger-than-mortal nose between your sodden pussylips and giving your cunt a good liiiiiiiiick of his actual tongue - this time tasting you with his actual mouth.

“Shit—” You’re surging up from your comfortable position, sparks sizzling in your brain. “A-again, Kuna?”

“Your master never had his fill.”

And with that said, he’s lavishin’ your pussy with countless long licks and dribbles. Lips glued to your folds. Breathing through his nose. Sukuna darts his tongue out - thick, though definitely not to the extent of his stomach mouth’s - and zig-zags it across your entrance.

Easing his wet muscle inside—inside and inside. He’s scourin’ every inch of your walls as though to check every mark he’s made before. Just so tender. 

The velvety inches of his tastebuds flickering in and out- five inches long, you’re realizing automatically. Far longer than a normal human’s.

And it just drives you insane. 

The edges of his fangs nip either side of your entrance - Sukuna had already left you so raw with his cursed tongue prior, so now it’s only taking a few seconds before he’s getting you to spray your orgasmic juices all over his mouth once more—“K-Kuna, I’m close.”

He hums at the feeling of your trembling fingers weaving into his pink hair, “Close? Stupid brat, you’re already cumming.”

The wetness of your cunt spills down his chin.

And Sukuna’s dragging his tongue iiiiiiiiiiiin and out at a constant, sloppy pace to get you through your high. To elongate it. Curving the pointed tip of his tongue against your g-spot - he holds it there for a few seconds just to feel you shake n’ clench around him.

Before he’s breathing through his nostrils and starting to synchronize your peaks with the slashes of his tongue. “Mhmmmm—” He moans out sultry vibrations, they send shockwaves up your spine. “Yes- fuck, yes. I believe this pussy is ready for me.”

Raging through you hard and fast - he doesn’t have much time before your legs start to twitch cutely with overstimulation. Tears sheening down your face. Your jaw unfastened with the most sinful noises. 

Sukuna’s prominent nose pushes up against your clit and you’re crying out—

Looking up at you with hungry, half-lidded eyes. “I believe this pussy is ready to be my queen.”

With the pins and needles of your last two orgasms still coursing through your body, it’s nothing but a blur to you as Sukuna hovers his large body over yours once more. And it’s as if one second you’re blinking up into his handsome face, and in the next—you’re finding him laid back against the mattress- and you laid back against him. 

Your head rests against his collarbone. Your back was arched against his stomach mouth.

Your legs were dangling off somewhere around his lower half- until Sukuna reaches two of his powerful arms down to position you properly. First, he’s grabbing either side of your waist and aligning you with where his clothed erections were—then he’s spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open.

Finally, he’s cupping his clawed hands underneath your thighs and pulling them up, up, up, upwards—until they were stretched out almost beyond your ears. And Sukuna was just basking proudly in this rude full nelson that he’d manhandled you into.

Gruff laugh echoing by the side of your ear, “And now…” In the corner of your teary peripherals, you’re seeing his other two arms bend to your lower half. “-to check for myself whether this pussy can really follow orders…”

Your kimono was already an utter mess- and Sukuna doesn’t have to do much to have it bunched around your naked hips. Your cunt all glistening with slick n’ saliva from earlier—hissing at the heated air that’s hitting you. “Shit…I need you so badly, master.”

“Then I expect you to take every inch.” He replies ominously. Just then, his eager fingers drop to the hemline of his pants. “I expect you to take every drop-”

And he’s tugging.

Only for your jaw to fall—

Because Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t just huge - you’d already expected as much, given his height and other physical prowess. But he was just staggering.

Just like the rest of him, there was double the number of appendages as there would be on a normal human. Two achingly-hard cocks stacked on top of each other. Inches upon inches. Despite your counting challenge earlier, you’re having trouble registering the sheer lengths that he could possibly be - ten…no….twelve? Perhaps even longer. Though you’re noticing that the upper one was just the slightest bit longer than the other.

Both just as girthy. 

Round and reddened. The plump, puckered tips upon their ends throbbed with carnal desire- oozing out generous helpings of milky-white precum that dribble down the front of your cunt. It mixes with the mess already made before, and leaves your thighs sticky with need. 

Heavy ballsack twitching underneath his second shaft. So many veins that you lose count.

“K-Kuna—” You’re whimpering as he starts to rub the shafts of his two cocks between your swollen pussylips. Pushin’ them apart and making space for his ruthless girths instead, “Want it inside, Kuna- hck! I really crave you inside me…”

“Oh, little human…” He coos from above. Larger face craning down next to yours, “Did you really believe that I was hesitating? That I was waiting for you?”

“I suppose…”

“Here’s where you are mistaken, my puny thing.” Sukuna trundles, and you don’t have to look behind to know that his sharp fangs were making an appearance. “I am no kindred man.”

A shiver runs down your spine.

And before you can open your mouth to ask what exactly he meant—his rounded tips press against your wettened crevice. Just the sweetest dual pecks, they’re letting out harsh slurps! as he starts to slip around your needy hole. “I wasn’t waiting for your body to get ready, as you so might have believed.”

“Th-then—?” You sob.

“I was waiting…” Your body bucks down into his, your hands reach up to grab at his pinkish locks and- 

And your dagger slips out.

His voice grows excited. “I was waiting-” Both of you reach for it at the same time, Sukuna with his four arms and you with your two. Your heart stutters- your hand closes around the thick, metallic hilt—“…for a distraction.”

Several things are happening at once: for one, Sukuna finally forgoes teasin’ at your readied hole to instead scour his cocks inside - fucking in with a long, hard thrust. Deeeeeeeply pressing against your cervix—it feels as though he’s splitting you sensually from the inside out, and you’ve never felt anything better.

And then you’re closing your fingers around the blade - tight - and aiming behind you to press the sharpened edge of it against his throat. 

You knew you’d struck your target. Especially when you feel the dagger tremble as he chuckles- chuckles. The King of Curses has the audacity to chuckle.

When you have a weapon to his throat.

You’re unsure whether it was overconfidence or something else entirely- but his hips don’t falter for a single second as he rams his swabbin’ tips thoroughly inwards—thumping away at the back of your pussy. Your ears sizzle with the slamming impact of skin-on-skin, “And so?” He mutters to you, “For what reason do you stall? Do it.”

You grit your teeth, blade pressing against his sunkissed skin until a bead of crimson peppers out. “Do you believe that I am too cowardly to do so?”

“Forbid the thought.” Sukuna hums, “A King assassinated by his favorite concubine? How romantic. I merely implore you to hasten-”

“I shall—”

“So do it.”

“Do not regret-”

“Do it.” 

In fact, he leans in even closer as though to help you.

He’s fucking you deep from the rounded orifice of your cunt, to the very depths of your womb. Pulse thundering inside - until it felt like he was taking over every single part of you—until your teeth were set on edge, and the thud-thud-thudding of his matching cocktips was all that you could think of. 

Your hand trembles around the hilt.

Your lips wobble with emotion.

Your eyes lock deeply with Sukuna’s own hellishly crimson ones, and-

And the dagger falls gently onto the cotton futon.

Sukuna’s body ripples with a sensation that could’ve been anything from pleasure, to victory, to utter glee—but most of all, his tone just sounded awed. 

“I knew there was something special about you, woman.”

And then you’re being crushed in Sukuna’s arms as far back as you would go - as high as your legs could reach above your head, as curvaceously as your spine could bend against his core. He’s manhandling you like nothing but a ragdoll above him—plastered to his muscular back, you’re at the mercy of his vicious thrust after thrust.

The stretch was just incredible.

The stretch was like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Two thick, loooooooong shafts that were mazin’ between your sopping pussylips- the rounded edges of their cockheads manage to swerve your tight walls apart. Jostling against one another. Throbbing in synchronization inside you - ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Scraping his thumping veins inside and reaching aaaall across every nook, orifice, and cranny. Just so big.

Sukuna himself grunts out in pleasure as his cocks manage to press through the slight resistance you still maintained - his cursed tongue had stretched you out incredibly, and he’s groaning out in pleasure as his cocks manage to slide against one another and then against you- “And now- hah, and now I believe you remember what you promised me?”

“Promised?” Your lashes flutter open, “I-I’m afraid…”

“You promised me an heir.”

Your maw droops open. Your heart starts to race.

Your cunt’s drooling out your arousal at the prospect faster than you could register it- and Sukuna feels the sploshin’ leaks around his thickened bases. His grin stretches as he takes in your unspoken reaction, and before you know it—both sliding cocks are knocking at the door to your very womb-

“And I’m not Ryomen Sukuna if I don’t fuck one into you tonight, brat.”

Rough thrusts. Crushing you in his big, beefy arms. 

Closer and closer. Tighter and tighter. 

If you thought that you’d been treated like a ragdoll earlier- then you’d been lucky. Because now you’re pressed between his bulging biceps and his pecs, sweat covering both your bodies in a thin sheen as your movements grow more and more fervent—“Fuck a- hah, fuck my heir into you.” Sukuna was barely speaking by now - short, rasping bursts. “Fuck you so big and fuuuuuuuull.”

Running two hands down your front—“Master, I have doubts that it gets much more full than this.”

And he lets out what almost sounds like a guffaw, “It can.”

“Wh-what do you mean- oh.”

And all this time, you’d been damn thankful that Sukuna had chosen to stretch you out on his oversized tongue first—how else would you have fit him so easily? Softenin’ up the snug exterior of your channel. Mapping out your sweetest spots. 

Because it just made it even easier to slip inside—it just made it sooooo much more convenient for his dual tips to probe open your wet cunt. Inching and easing.

But then you’re starting to feel a third intrusion.

Then you’re starting to feel his needy tongue once more.

You’re gasping- 

The slightest, smallest ticklish sensation of…none other than his cursed mouth dragging down the inner sorts of your thighs. Just teasing. Just the roughened ridges of his tastebuds, long enough that he can snake them down and flatten them over that soft skin beside your cunt.

And in a matter of mere moments, Sukuna’s rugged hands settle deeper against your skin. Tight. Tough. He’s double-checking to make sure that your restless hips couldn’t skin away- before reeling his hips back and penetrating you in longer, harder ruts—each rude slammin’ of his cocks accompanied by the soothing laps of his cursed tongue. 

“Y-yet again—?” You’re blabbering out stupidly. Tears falling in big, bulbous beads down either of your cheeks and ending up smeared, “Kuna-”

“Mhmmmm.” He hums out - and you could almost hear the smugness in it. The way his piercing canines make an appearance as he says, “It’s for your own good, brat.” One of his hands lifts off of your sweat-covered body - folded like a lawnchair - and Sukuna runs it down your middle.

He stops right above where both his swabbin’ cocks and his tongue had started to form a tiny bulge at your stomach—“S-sensitive-”

“Exactly.” He sounds so content with himself. So damn content.

Those handsome lips - both pairs of them - quirk further upwards as he’s massaging the front of your stomach—particularly over that one spot where you’re stuffed till you’re bloated. Pressing down-down-dooooown- “And how shall this puny human body handle carrying my heir, hm?” He growls as he accelerates his ruts, “How?”

Mouth sobbing open in answer.

You're gripping onto either side of his muscular body and swervin’ your hips in response- unsure whether you wanted to rut back down for more or just…

“Running away?” Sukuna's dangerous trundle sounds from behind you, and the clasp he has on your shuddering body only grows stronger. Before you know it, you’re being manhandled like nothing but his favorite toy and shoved right back onto his twin erections-

He continues, “If you can’t handle two of my cocks—” They’re emptying out at the bottom of your pussy with two distinct thuds! The top one first, and then the squeezin’ of the latter. “If you can’t even handle my tongue…the babies of my lineage tend to be large.” 

Palm pressing down on your stomach.

“Does this pretty womb have enough space?”

And there’s nothing more for you to do but throw your head backwards and buck up into his awaiting arms. He’s only seeming to crush you even deeper against his toned body, “It does-”

“What was that?” One pink brow raises.

“I s-said it does—it does.” You’re blabbering away, thighs attempting to wrangle downwards so that you can steady yourself. But the only thing that’s succeeding in doing is making Sukuna tighten his restraint on you maddeningly - “I can fit even more of you- hngh, I can fit your…”

He grins- and this time it’s his second mouth that hisses demandingly at you. “Say it.”

“Heir in here…” And if this was any other time - if you’d been in any clearer of a state of mind - you wouldn’t have said such embarrassing words in your lifetime. And yet, here you were—bouncin’ down welcomingly into Sukuna’s largely gaped maw. “I want it, Kuna.”

“Heh?” He grins, “Then brace yourself.”

And it’s the only warning you’re getting - honestly, you’re surprised to realize that he’d given you any at all. 

Because in the next few seconds- his cursed mouth goes from lappin’ away at the sweet, sweet juices coating the edges of your cunt—to slithering between those puffy pussylips of yours and attempting to devour your pussy whole again.

Two arms laced behind your clammy scalp. Two more arms reaching down to toy with your overstimulated pussy.

“O-oh gods-” Hiccuping through your tears as you start to feel the pleasurable burn of your pussylips stretchin’ once more.

Wider and wider.

Deeper and deeper.

In, in, and in—

Sukuna's second mouth tenderly whips apart your wet walls—with the most lecherous squeeeelch! he's then attempting to stroke his tongue inwards between the thrusts of his dual cocks. Sharp, stabbing thrusts. Just to fit inside.

Three- three of his sinful appendages attempting to stuff you all full - you're losing your mind already with his throbbing cocks, but now Sukuna's tongue was a different sort of texture altogether that was just leaving you on the verge of-

“You can cum.” The King sputters out against your temple, lips moving what seems like a mile a minute. “But you have to remember to reward me with a strong heir after, hm?” Tap-tapping at the tummy bulge he was fucking into you, “Hafta give me one with my powers. Hafta give me one that- hngh, I can train into the strongest. Hafta give me one with- haaaah…” He breathes out laboriously, “-that smile.”

Your eyes shoot open as you’re registering exactly what he’s uttered, “Kuna…fuck, it feels so good.”

“Please…” And it might just be the first time that you’ve witnessed the infamous Ryomen Sukuna utter a word of plea since you’ve met him. That chiselled cheek of his nuzzles down the side of your temple, “-call me your husband.”

Oh.

Oh.

You’re barely even given enough time to let the entire ordeal sink of having him inside you sink in- before the wooden panels beneath the futon creeeeeeak—! And Sukuna’s arching his hips fully off of the dampened mattress, entering his entire greedy lengths into your pussy.

Again and again.

Reeling back until it was only the plump, glossy tips kissin’ at your entrance - before drag-drag-dragging his pulsating length inwards. In-between he just barely manages to squeeze his textured tongue inside.

Repeating once. Twice. Thrice. So many times that you’ve lost count, and you’re barely in control of your own ministrations as a third hand stuffs between your pussylips and squeezes your neglected clit.

And then your overstimulation’s hitting you all at once. All at once.

And Sukuna realizes it before you do- when you’re shivering primally on top of him and cumming once more. Around his cocks. Around his mouth. It’s such a white-hot pleasure that bursts stars behind your eyelids, creating heat at the tips of your toes and then sending it searing through every vessel within you-  your body shakes in his hold as the dopamine courses right through you. 

His lips crack into a chuckle, and he’s cooing softly down at you as he ruts his hips even harder—fucking you through every peak. “Theeeeeere, there…” Something almost sweet- though you know better than to expect sweet from Ryomen Sukuna. “My poor human couldn’t handle it?”

“I-I can…” You’re arguing back- even though your answer sounds like nothing but a jumbled mess of syllables. The sheer force of the high that wracks through you is enough to make your head spin, thighs shake—fucked up, up, and up by his never-ending hips. 

And he can only smile, “Is that so…? Then perhaps my fierce concubine won’t mind if I just—speed up a little bit.”

Even more?

Your mouth drops as you’re perhaps getting ready to beg for mercy- before even the choked-up syllables at your throat start getting fucked back down by his roverin’ tips.

Rubbing their flared ridges across every spot of your insides, dribblin’ out gooey precum into the smallest nooks and crannies. You’re feeling the sultry slickness of it puddling up deep inside you, and it’s almost enough to send you raging right into another high-

“K-Kuna—!” Your voice cracks.

“I know, heh.” He snickers, deep and hoarse. “I can feel this pussy begging even more f’me.” A few more vicious strokes and you’re feeling another faint arc of pleasure that you’re sure must be your nth high of the night. 

Hard and fast.

Hitting through every one of your bundled nerves- but especially that g-spot he’d bruised by now. Two large circular marks in the exact shape and circumference of his bludgeoning tips - they were slapping at two separate times—one after the other. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! 

Except…this time, Sukuna’s own thickened cocks twitch inside of you as you’re clenchin’ through your high-

“And don’t you worry, brat…” He growls from behind, “This time, your husband’s not too far behind—”

Your eyes flutter open in pure shock- and one of his hands reaches down to tilt your chin to look at him. “Shit-”

“Say it f’me.” Sukuna rasps, “Say it- call me your husband while I cum inside.”

And who were you to deny an order from the King himself? 

The words are barely escaping your lips—“C-cum inside me, husband…”

Before the strongest sorcerer in history throws his head back and jerks his hips upwards- letting the pouring wads of his cum plug your pussy up twofold. What’s better than one of his cocks seeping deeply at your innards? Two of them…There are so many gooey wads of it trickling all deeeeep inside- splashin’ against the spongy layer of your cervix. Swashing down your tight channel.

You’re shuddering as you feel the delicious sensation of him sprayin’ inside you - a sheer volume that ends up frothin’ in-between your legs. A circle of white forms around both of Sukuna’s thick bases. “There we go-” He snarls. “There- there, we go…”

“Shit—it feels so, ngh…” You don’t even have the words. Your body quakes as his ridged tastebuds start tickling the outer parts of your pussy. Long, luscious licks - it’s enough to make you cum again.

“And this baby shall become my heir.” Sukuna whispers - mostly to himself than anything. He runs a hand down the sweat front of your body, left ever-so-slightly more inflated with his constantly-pumping cum. “This baby shall be taught to become the strongest. This baby shall be- hah, feared amongst the nation’s lands and beyond…” His fanged smile grows, “Known by my name, I shall teach this baby to protect its mother with their life.”

The fatness of his tongue dips between your swollen pussylips- lapping again and again. He’s torn between drinkin’ up and pushing back the pearly white beads of cum that kept on leaking from you.

And you’re merely draped limply over his front. Crushed to his powerful body. 

“And this baby’s gonna become the most precious thing in this- hah, estate…” You feel him press a kiss to your temple, “-alongside you, of course, Your Majesty.”

“Majesty…?”

“The Queen of Curses.”

For who could’ve tamed the infamous Ryomen Sukuna?

In no time, he’s finally fucked himself into your pussy through his high- and it’s a tangled mess of limbs and moans as Sukuna attempts to pull out. Before realizing that his cocks were probed in too deeply, before realizing that that would mean letting his pool of cum spread out of your cunt.

Losing all his hard work.

And so he sniffs haughtily, reaching one pair of his hands up into the air and clicking-

In a split-second, you’re finding your back against the pillows. As if in a dream, you’re blinking up to stare into Sukuna’s handsome face—two hands braced upon either side of your head, both cocks still shovelled deeply inside of you. Throbbing. Did he just…did he just use his powers to change-

“Yes.” He answers your unspoken question- of perhaps it had been spoken, you’re too drunk on his cocks to realize whether or not you’d blabbered it out loud. “I call it…teleporting.” 

“Th-that should be outlawed-” You’re gasping. The air around you felt tightened with what you assumed must be his cursed energy - you’d heard the stories about them. Who didn’t?

And he merely hums, “I am the law, woman.”

Without another word, one of his four hands snake between your legs- his cursed second mouth had finished up lappin’ at the coat of cum around your thighs. And he licks his lips and belches almost gluttonously once Sukuna reaches down to cup your pussy and—

“O-oh.” Something buzzes between your overstimulated legs. 

Almost as soon as it’d started, it’s over- and Sukuna pulls his hand away—and then his rugged cocks. Letting out the most lecherous sluuuuurp! as he’s reeling his hips away, rounded tips funnel out from between your pussylips and leaving such a-

Wait…your eyes widen. There was no mess - whatever technique that Sukuna had collected between your legs stopped his cum from leaking out.

And the King of Curses wastes no time waiting for your surprise to register- not before letting out a deep snicker. He straightens his bulky body n’ edges himself closer—and before you know it, you’re suddenly finding your head straddled by Sukuna’s meaty thighs.

His dual, furiously-hot erections slapping their shafts down onto your readied face.

Both fanged mouths grin, “Now…open, human.”

And you just knew he was about to make you take both.

A/N. DJSFHSJKHS-

asshole!sukuna can’t help but crack a smile. he’d had about ten girls come and slap the fuck outta him today. they were all old flings desperate to get their get-back, but that was hardly the point. you were this new thing entirely, a soft thing that seemed sweet regardless of if he was notorious for being a cunt or not. 

“what’s y’ name, sweetheart?” 

asshole!sukuna decided he wanted to see you again after that. you’d caught his interest, which doesn’t happen often. he asks for your number. your instagram, your snapchat, everything. it was kinda pathetic how eager he was to get to know you, but you handed them all over anyway. your friends warn you after the fact that he’s definitely not good news, but you can’t help but want to see where this goes after only dating squares for most of your life. 

asshole!sukuna takes you on a date the very next day, and you were pleasantly surprised at how chivalrous he was. he pulled out your chair at the small hole-in-the-wall restaurant he took you to, he paid for everything, and even more surprisingly, made you feel comfortable. you talked for hours about everything and anything. 

you learned that asshole!sukuna had a lot of hobbies. he played guitar, drums, did a fair few building sketches in the art room with his friend geto when he had time, and had a real connection to film. all of which were things you found extremely attractive, and he could tell, because the next time you two went out he took you to his dorm and showed you his musical endeavors. 

“you’re like... super talented, it’s really attractive.” you smile gently, sitting at the foot of his bed, watching as he finishes up a love song he’d been learning for you. 

“yeah, y’ think so? gonna come to all my gigs when i’m a famous musician?” 

“will i get a backstage pass?” 

“oh, absolutely.” 

asshole!sukuna had officially swooned you after about five dates. he'd mustered up the courage to ask you to be his at that same restaurant he’d taken you to on that first date, and the rest was history. you and sukuna, the couple everyone of his mates envied due to how perfectly you two fit together. 

“how the hell did a guy like you bag a girl like her. yr' gonna destroy the poor thing.” geto teased while they were smoking up one night. 

asshole!sukuna could only reply with, “god, don’t you just hate jealous, hating ass motherfuckers?” 

asshole!sukuna loved to not so subtly brag about you to literally anyone he talked to. (which wasn’t many, but still.) 

“eugh, you’re buying lunch? my girlfriend made me food today, fucking loser.” he’d laugh at the dining hall when gojo and geto sat next to him with a greasy burger and fries. they just gave each other a look, smiled, and rolled their eyes. 

“hm? nah, can’t tonight. me and my girl are getting hot pot. have fun drinking your problems, tho.” he’d turn toji down, turning his nose up at the idea of bar hopping like he wasn’t the most frequent man along the strip a few months back. 

“a two man? i’m not bringing my girl around your little one and done situation, don’t ask me that shit again.” he’d laugh in jogo’s face, hating the idea of his precious baby being around a sleaze bag like him. 

asshole!sukuna always puts you first. his frat’s planning something big, another fundraising night where they really care about attendance, and he’s meant to be there early to help set up. but out of the blue, you’ll send him a text just to say that you've had a slightly shitty day, and boom, he’s suddenly nowhere to be found. his phone’s off, car’s out of the driveway, and he’s at your door with your favorite food and that pissed look, how dare the world have the nerve to bother you. 

asshole!sukuna likes to keep you very close to him when you’re out and about, with either an arm at your waist or his fingers intertwined with yours, he’s most comfortable when you’re right there where he can see you. that way, if anything were to happen, you’d be there for him to protect.

asshole!sukuna lets you get away with absolutely everything. 

“ryo, can i draw on you? like, draw on your back while we watch a show or something?” 

“sure, baby.” 

“ryooo, can i braid your hair?” 

“of course, love.” 

“hey, ryomen? could you drive me to my friend’s house? she lives on the other side of town, though.. it’s okay if you don’t want—” 

“no, no. let’s go, sweetness.” 

“ryo, you smell.” 

“shower with me then, baby.” 

with anyone else, asshole!sukuna would have either yelled or broken their jaw for even thinking they could ask him such questions. but with you? the princess gets what the princess wants or whatever the saying he made up in his head was.

asshole!sukuna fucking hates when people talk over you. it’s a common occurrence due to your soft-spoken nature, you’ll be in the middle of saying something, and someone’ll cut in with whatever thing they think is funnier or more worth listening to. sukuna never lets it slide. “she was talking, dickhead.” he’d scoff, shutting them up and earning a shy, thankful smile from you, as you continued with what you were saying, far more important than whatever that clown had to yap on about anyways. (in sukuna’s mind, at least.) 

asshole!sukuna spends a shit ton of money on you. you almost always go against the idea, but he just can’t help it... when he sees your eyes light up when you see something you like at the mall, he physically can’t resist. he’ll bookmark the product, then order it online to come to your apartment the next day. 

“ryo... why do i have another package?” you whine over the phone, earning nothing but a chuckle from the other end. 

“could tell you wanted it, so just enjoy it, sweet thing. you deserve all the fruits of my labour.” 

“you don’t work? isn’t it your parents’ mon—” 

“semantics. just enjoy, baby.” and he hangs up the phone, grabbing his keys to drive to your place and see how you like the new gift. he thinks it was a new dress? couldn’t be sure, it was hard keeping up with the millions of notifications from the post office. 

asshole!sukuna remembers everything about his girl and makes sure you’re always getting exactly what you want. if he’s out getting dinner before driving to your place, he’ll stop at five different places if that meant getting your order perfectly correct. local maccas has a broken ice cream machine? he’s driving to the next location to try his luck there. one place doesn’t have the kind of noodles you like? he’s making his way to the closest chinese place to see if they do. he is the embodiment of “if he wanted to, he would,” and it’s all worth it seeing your face light up when he holds up the paper bag with a smile. 

“your favourite.” 

“oh my god? this is the place out of the city? how did you—” 

“don’t worry about it, angel.” 

and that was another thing, ashole!sukuna  didn’t let you worry about anything. your place felt too messy? he was over there turning on mlp equestria girls and helping you clean. you wanted a home cooked meal? he’s at the store buying the ingredients. you needed help with an assignment? he’s pushed back his own work to sit down and help you smash them out. 

asshole!sukuna is so overly territorial when it comes to functions. he doesn’t know, there’s just something about people drunk and horny all around you that ticks him off. he’ll always have you either sat next to or on his lap at frat parties. you stick to him regardless, but he has to make it obvious to all the fuckwits blatantly staring at you that you are indeed, his. 

if they don’t get the hint the first time and are still gawking after his mild pda, asshole!sukuna would up the ante. he’ll take you off to some hallway or, if the guys are being particularly sleazy, he’ll kiss you right there. his lips trailling up and down your neck while he stares them dead in the eye, challenging them to look away. 

“ryo... people are looking!” you whisper nervously. 

“let them, sweetheart. you’re too pretty not to stare at.” he grins against your neck, sucking and biting at your soft skin. 

by that point, they always look off. whether that be due to his death glare or the realisation that you’re not going anywhere anytime soon was beside the point. 

asshole!sukuna gets embarrassingly hard at the smallest little things with you. you’ll just be sitting on the couch together and you’ll start scratching his back or head, boom, hard. when you’re sitting next to him in the library and you’re biting your pen, boom, hard. even when you’re just laying in bed, tired from the day, he’ll lay next to you and just sigh. 

“how the fuck do you just look like that. you make it so hard to keep my shit to myself.” he groans as his arms snake around your waist. 

“jeez, i can feel that thing poking into my back... what did i do now?” you smile sleepily. 

“i wish i knew. seems like one look at you and i pop a boner.” he admits, a little embarrassed. 

“can i help you out?” 

asshole!sukuna loved how willing you were to service him, but preferred it the opposite way round. sukuna would spend hours between your pretty thighs if he could, sloppily kissing and sucking at your cunt with dazed eyes, loving nothing more than the pretty moans and groans he could pull from your throat. 

“fuck yeah, y’ like that, baby? you like my tongue, hm?” he’d tease with his mouth full, pumping two fingers in and out of your soaked pussy as he dragged you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

asshole!sukuna knew how wet his filthy words could get you, and he abused that knowledge each and every time he needed you prepped and ready for him. 

“y’ think you can take me, baby, yeah? think you can take this fat cock?” he’d taunt, slapping the thick head against your cunt as your slick coated the pink, glossy skin. “fuckkkk, pretty pussy’s beggin’ t’ get drilled.” 

“what’s that? you need me? well, isn’t that fuckin’ cute. beg a little more and maybe i’ll give you what you want.” 

“be a good girl n’ say please and it’s all yours, angel.” 

asshole!sukuna was massive, but you always took him so well. “you can do it, baby. i know you can.” he’d coo in your ear, lining up the monster of a thing. 

“one, two, fuckkk.” 

asshole!sukuna saw stars every time he’d push in, letting go of a long, pornographic moan as he began to thrust slowly in and out of your tight entrance. the look on your face as your eyes rolled back in pleasure made coming in less than a minute extremely hard, but the intense need to make you finish first overrode any sort of selfish desire to fill you up to the brim in the first few minutes. 

asshole!sukuna loved missionary the most because he could see your pretty face. he enjoyed a bunch of freaked-out positions, but nothing could beat watching your pupils dilate and your lips quiver the second you finally came, his name on your tongue as you let go of the tension building in your tummy. 

“y’ gonna come, baby? y’ gonna come on this cock?” he’d grunt, slamming his member deeper and deeper the louder your cries got, faster and faster until— “fuck, ryo! m’ cumming!” you’d stutter, your insides spasming on his cock, drawing out his own orgasm with one final pound, filling you up with hot ropes of his seed. 

asshole!sukuna was the king of aftercare. words that were filthy before, now soft and caring. 

“you okay, baby? did i go too hard on ya?” he’d ask through tired pants, standing to grab the wet wipes in the side drawer to wash your messy parts off. 

“you want me to order something? anything you want, love. i’ll get you anything and everything.” 

“c’mon, sweetheart. drink some water.” 

asshole!sukuna never made you feel small after intimacy, in fact, sometimes you enjoyed the aftermath more than the mindblowing sex. 

“m’ okay, ryo. just wanna cuddle.” you’d admit shyly, reaching for him to come back to bed. 

his eyes would soften and he’d plop down next to you, pulling you into his lap. “anything for you, angel.” 

sure, sukuna was an asshole, but he couldn't even dream of mistreating you, his biggest exception.

“love you, baby.” 

“love you too, ryo.” 

a/n: i wrote this semi off my face so excuse any bad word or structural choices 💘

it’s been a long sunday of either radio silence or angry humphs from you if he was in the same room as you. he opens the door to your shared bedroom, twisting the door knob to see you laid on your stomach on the bed, your ears folding back as soon as you sense his presence. you were reading a book, some random comic he’d picked up for you after you excitedly showed it to him on your phone, but now you looked at him with a ticked-off look, as if saying why are you here?

toji resisted the urge to respond with something snarky, seeing your annoyed expression when he hadn’t even said anything yet. he steadies himself, seriously wanting just a calm moment with you, he needed his bunny back. toji whispers, the bed dipping with his weight, “you’ve been ignoring me, bunny, why?”

you look the slightest bit guilty before your irritated expression returns, turning away from toji on your stomach. you squeak softly when you feel large fingers grip your chin, toji tilts your head so you’re looking at him properly. he repeats, firmer, “don’t ignore me”

your bottom lip juts out into a frown, finally pulling your gaze onto the older man. he towered over you, his broad form boxing you in from where you were laying down, it was clear he wasn’t going to allow you to run from him any longer. you level him with an stand-offish look, huffing out, “..’m not”

toji responds, disbelieving, “you are. don’t play dumb, bunny. what’s going on with you?”

you try to wriggle out of the grip he has on your chin, but it was useless, his fingers quickly slid to the back of your head, a warning. you mutter out quietly, would’ve been inaudible if toji’s senses weren’t oddly heightened, “i dunno,”

he raises a sharp brow at you, eyeing your still agitated body language, though your eyes gleamed with something conflicted. toji pulls the firm hand he had behind your head away, letting you crawl up into a proper sitting position, bringing your knees to your chest. 

he watches you for a moment, your ear twitching against your head as your fingers press into the bunched up fabric of the mattress. your eyes slide elsewhere, baring the side of your neck to toji and that's when he realizes.

that scent you carried with you everyday, the vanilla one with fresh-berry notes toji’s grown used to the whole apartment smelling like, had a slightly sweeter twinge to it, a little more intense than usual. your cheeks also had a light pink flush to them, he’d merely dismissed it as part of your attitude but looking closer it could’ve been from excess body heat.

it was really starting to click into place–staying in bed for longer, acting all snappy and frustrated, not being able to sit still.

toji grins with sly realization, a smirk plastered on his smug face as he shifts closer to your sitting form on the bed, “ohhh, so it’s like that, huh?”

he crawls towards you, like a predator stalking its prey as he firmly, not roughly, guides you to lay down on the bed instead of sitting with your knees all curled up. toji hovers above you, his large frame casting a shadow over your small one, your ears perking up at the sight of him looking down at you with a dark look in his green eyes. 

you glared up at toji again, your eyes murderous but the rest of your body spoke volumes to what you truly needed. toji muses, tilting his head at you with that careless swagger he branded, “you should’ve said something sooner y’know?,” he adds, “would’ve taken care of ya as soon as you asked”

you grumble angrily but you don’t protest when toji pulls up your shirt, even raising your hands so he could easily take off the clothing. the loose t-shirt you were wearing is easily taken off of your form, revealing two stiffened nips to toji’s hungry gaze, you hadn’t been bothered to wear a bra when you were only lounging around the apartment.

toji hums, his large ring and middle finger circling the dusty brown skin of your areola. you shivered when cold air hit your warm, bare skin, toji’s fingers insistently rubbing your hardened nipples. they were swollen, perking up the more toji played with them with his coarse touch.

he croons, making you squirm in place, “already feelin’ better, baby?”

you nod, breathing out, “m-mhmm..”

you shudder out a breath, the more he rubbed your sensitive peaks the more relief you felt from the overbearing heat and neediness that’s been plaguing your body since friday night. toji chuckles quietly at the sight of you succumbing so easily, your attitude melting away just from him giving your chest a little attention.

he gives your cute nips one last pinch, his hands trailing down your ribcage, to your stomach, then to the hem of the tiny sleep shorts you had on. with one quick tug, the shorts are off your quivering legs and bunched on the floor. 

toji leans in, his lips pressing gentle, maddening kisses on your jawline as his hands encase your waist, his fingertips almost meeting around your frame. it wasn’t that you were particularly petite, toji was just unfairly large.

he says, his husky voice right by your folded-back ears, “what do you want now, bunny?”

now toji’s just being a tease on purpose. he couldn’t help it, he’d gone long enough without a push and pull between the two of you and he wanted to hear you beg after putting up with your attitude the whole weekend.

you frown lightly, your thighs beginning to clench together in lustful anticipation, your panties rapidly beginning to dampen. your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, the relief was nice, sure, but you weren’t completely over your grumpiness. you shake your head defiantly, your cheeks puffing out as you attempt to pull him closer to your aching body.

toji tsks, his gaze darkening as one of his hands move so quickly you didn’t even realize until your fluffy bunny ears were being yanked. you squeak, the sharp tug making you look up at toji with widened eyes. he speaks assertively, like you were a child he was scolding, “‘m not gonna put up with more attitude, babe. say what you want or you won’t get anything.”

you swallow your pride, your bottom lip trembling as you mutter, “i wanna suck you off..”

toji lets out a surprised snicker, though he won’t complain, “yeah?” he leans back from where he was hovering over you and releases the grip he had on your ears, sitting against the headboard and patting his thigh, “c’mere then.”

you crawl towards him, licking your lips as you settle between his spread legs. he hums in satisfaction, seeing the excitement shining behind your pretty eyes as your hands reach for his sweats. you pull down the gray fabric to his muscular thighs, squeaking when his thick, hard cock sprang up, almost hitting your cheek.

toji chuckles lowly in amusement, reaching to pet behind your fluffy ears as you encase him in one hand. you could never get used to his size; he packed a whole 8 inches of dick and you could hardly hold him in just one hand, he dwarfed you without even trying. you stroked him slowly, watching in amazement as foreskin covered his tip when your hand twisted upwards, your mouth watering at the sight.

you couldn’t hold back any longer, your heat was quickly getting to your senses as you lean in, your warm mouth encasing just the head of his cock. toji immediately groans, leaning back against the headboard in bliss at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth covering his sensitive tip. he tangles his hand into your locks, gripping firmly–not guiding, as you take more and more of his veiny cock.

your hand situates itself at the base, rubbing anywhere your mouth can’t reach as you finally sink mid-way onto his dick. you swallow around his length, it pulsated within your tight throat, twitching eagerly as you hollow your cheeks. your tongue traces each ridge and vein of toji’s cock, minding your teeth as you slowly begin to bob your head on his length.

toji groans, gritting out, “doing so good, baby..”

your ears perk up at the praise, the warmth of pride settling in your chest as you double the effort in your movements. your soft, pink lips are stretched around his hefty girth, a sight he finds adorable as he softens his grip on your hair, petting the strands gently as your mouth moves up and down his big cock. 

you pull yourself off his throbbing length, catching your breath briefly before smothering the tip in tiny kisses, stroking toji’s cock with a firm grip as your wet tongue licks the sides of his dick before prodding at the slit in the tip. you moan quietly, your eyes glassy and oh, so far-gone as you take his dick in your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down so good, tasting his pre-cum and taking him in your throat.

you can feel toji’s thighs twitch beneath you, a testament to how good you were doing as his quiet groans and the sounds of your slurping fill the otherwise quiet room. the hand on your hair hesitates mid–pet, toji’s fingers shakily gripping your bunny ears together with a grunt. his dick pulses when it hits the back of your throat and toji’s beginning to shake with the resistance it takes to begin thrusting into your mouth–he was close.

toji whispers, tense and his body coiling up, “‘m so close, bunny. swallow it for me, yeah?”

you nod sweetly, not even flinching when the grip on your floppy ears turns harsh, holding you in place as toji begins thrusting into the wet heat of your mouth. you mewl around his thick cock, your hands holding onto his thighs for support as his heavy balls hit your chin in time with his thrusts. the tip of his cock brushes along your constricting throat, welcoming him excitedly as his rhythm quickly loses composure. 

toji gasps out, teetering on the edge of release, “fuuck, there it is, cumming..!-”

with one last thrust, toji pushes your head onto his cock as far as you could manage without choking too hard, keeping you there as he pulses–once, twice, before a flood of warm liquid shoots down your throat in ropes. you swallow it–without much choice–gasping for air when he releases the firm grip on your ears. 

toji slumps against the bed, both of your chests heaving in the aftermath of your intense blowjob, his hand gently patting your cheeks. you crawl up into his lap, your hair tickling against his chin as your rest against his chest.

toji chuckles, a vibration you feel within his chest, “you did so good, bunny. sucked my cock so well,”

he smirks, seeing your tiny tail wag at his compliments, giving your forehead a tender kiss. you shift in his lap, leading him to groan when your wet cunt brushes against his spent cock. he pinches your cheek, eyeing the still-needy look in your expression, feeling the undeniable warmth you’re currently radiating.

you incessantly brush your nose against the side of his neck, as if searching for something that wasn’t there, humming in annoyance when you fail to find whatever it was you were looking for. you shift in his lap again, your hips grinding over his half-hard length, purposely this time.

you whine, your soft cheeks tinged with specks of pink, “i want more, toji..”

toji makes a sound of amusement, his large hands sliding down your body–over your perky breasts, down to your stomach, then to your hips, guiding you to grind over him a little more properly. he muses, “yeah? you’re done bein’ a brat now, huh? want me to fuck you?”

you nod, succumbing to the urges pulling at your nerves as you follow his guide, albeit a little eagerly as your wet pussy glides over his rapidly hardening dick. you moan, “please,” you mewl out, “the cramps are getting bad,”

toji cooes, letting you resume moving on his length as his hand slips between them, brushing against your sensitive clit, “is it now? i’ll help you, baby”

he smirks meanly, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your round ass, marvelling at the ripples it sends on your smooth flesh. he says, directly in your ear, “that was for actin’ a restless brat instead of asking me to take care of ya.”

you squirm in protest, a red, hand-shaped mark standing out against the rest of your skin. toji delivers two more spanks, smirking when he feels your hips rub against his cock after each slap. 

your ass stings with the impact, rutting against his cock needily as you choke out, “need it, t’ji– ‘m sorry for being bratty, fuck me!”

toji massages your reddened skin, satisfied with your plea and pressing a gentle kiss to your nose as a reward, a stark contrast to the harsh spanks he’d given you just moments before. he lifts up your hips effortlessly, like you were a pillow he was rearranging on his lap and grabbing his aching cock. it twitched towards you enticingly, the tip pressing against your weeping slit as he held you there. he utters quietly, “sit on my cock, baby,” he shudders when his fat tip finally breaches your wet cunt, “atta girl”

your back arches, pushing you into toji’s chest as you keen. you felt even more sensitive than usual, a cloudiness beginning to block all reasonable thoughts. your gummy walls squeeze around toji’s cock, greedily taking in each fat inch he shoves inside your cunt. you both groan when he finally bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix, his cock fully buried inside your twitching hole.

you're hardly given a chance to breathe before his hands grip your hips firmly, beginning to bounce you on his dick. you hold onto toji’s shoulders for support, a measly reassurance as he begins to thrust up into your drenched pussy, timing his thrusts with the same rhythm he bounces you up and down to.

you squeak with each rough thrust, the position allowed him to reach so deep within you, you felt like he was just shy of meeting your womb. toji manhandles your hips; up, down, up down, over and over again in a quickening rhythm that has you shaking.

you gasp out, uncaring of how debauched you may sound, “oh my god- toji! you’re so deep, mhf-”

toji chuckles lowly, thrusting upwards particularly hard at your lustful rambling, “you’re sucking me in, bunny.. so good f’me”

you whimper, half in embarrassment, half in bliss from the praise. your slick leaks between you two, soaking his dick before you even cum as he pounds into your fluttering pussy. you feel your abdomen coil with desire, signalling your impending release. it’s clear toji feels it too–your sweet pussy began to clench and tighten around his cock.

you meek out in some miracle, “toji ‘m gonna cum”

he abandons manhandling your hips, his nerves too shaky to keep the movements up as his thrusts lose his fast rhythm–becoming more erratic and deep instead, slamming his cock in and out of your hole hard. he responds in a raspy voice, “soak my cock more, fuck- cum for me.”

you twitch, your inner walls contracting as you cum on his cock, moaning so sweetly for toji as he continues to thrust up. he continues to move, chasing his own release as you begin to tremble from the overstimulation–he thrusts, once, twice, before slamming in one final time and sending gushes of warm cum inside of your spasming walls.

toji holds you as the last of your tremors die out from your intense orgasm, squeezing your hips gently as you recover. you squeak lightly, his right hand leaving your hip to cup your cheek and caress his thumb over the planes of your soft features. 

he smiles, seeing his sweet, ebullient bunny back, cuddling into his protective embrace. the air around you is calm, the overpowering smell of vanilla clouding his nose. 

he counts the seconds before you inevitably begin grinding your hips on him again, his cock still buried half-hard within you. you were clearly still.. affected by the heated daze your mind was in and he would gladly relieve you of the physical discomfort you were going through.

toji grins wolfishly, tugging on your hair to make you gaze up at him. god, you looked like a heaven-sent mess–your hair was full of tangles from how much he pulled at it, your cheeks were flushed light pink from the heat messing with your natural urges, and your round eyes, his favourite colour, had a dazed, subtle demanding look in them.

lowly, directly in your ear, toji says, “d’you need more, bunny? want me to fuck you even more stupid?”

he doesn’t need any more convincing when you respond with an immediate nod, foggy with only one thing on your dizzy mind. toji grips your arms tightly, his large, calloused hands easily wrapping around your limbs as he pushes you down onto the mattress. your back hits the sheets with a soft ‘thump’ and you’re hardly given a chance to react when your hips are pinned straight to the bed with a sharp thrust.

you let out a desperate whine, your back arching off the mattress at the sudden stimulation on your abused pussy. toji pulls out till his tip catches along the rim of your entrance, watching with fascination as his cock drags slowly out of your pussy, globs of cum leaking from between you two before he shoves back inside. your eyes roll back in ecstasy, you were still sensitive from the last round but you craved more.

your hands tremble as they grip toji’s shoulders, his hips begin to move once again, pounding into your tiny hole with rough thrusts. your pussy gushes with more slick, lubricating your cunt for his cock to slide in and out.

his eye catches on the way each hard thrust makes your tits bounce with the impact, grabbing one of ‘em with his hand, kneading the soft flesh. his veiny dick rubs along your inner walls, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot within you that has your eyes rolling back, your poor cervix was being bullied under precise movements.

you mumble, incoherent as your nails dig into the skin of his back, drawing blood beneath manicured fingertips, “nghh, toji it’s so good! ahh, breed me!”

toji raises an amused eyebrow at your ramblings, slamming into your fluttering hole a little harder as he muses back, “yeah? you want a litter? wan’ me to pump you full of my kids?”

you nod furiously, making him chuckle at your desperate, horny whines, you were clearly out of it. he adds, “i’ll give ya what ya want then. just hang tight, bunny.”

he kisses your forehead gently, uncaring for the scratches you were currently littering his back with. knowing him, he’d wear the marks like a hard-earned trophy the very next morning. you respond half-heartedly with tiny mewls, your thighs quivering from the amount of pleasure coursing through your body.

you squeak when his thrusts becoming particularly harsh, railing you into the mattress and sinking into your wet pussy again and again. toji’s hands drop down to your thighs, his movements pausing in favour of pushing your thighs all the way up to your chest, folding your sensitive little body in half. 

he listens to your cries with satisfaction as he pins you down in the mating press, shoving his throbbing cock into your glistening wet folds with renewed vigour, marvelling at the way you twitch and whine below him, your cunt spilling slick hungrily for his dick. with each thrust, his pelvis hits your hardened clit, peeking out from it’s hood as he fucks you mean.

soon enough, toji’s movements become increasingly fast, the familiar sensation of muscles tightening and intense pressure in your lower body coursing through the two of you.

toji grunts out, his breathing laboured and heavy, “..’m gonna cum, angel- fuuck- love this sweet pussy.”

you’re unable to form an articulate response, your needy noises and bucking up hips showed how close you were as well. your toes curl, toji’s thrusts becoming relentless and erratic, plunging into your wet heat with the goal of bringing the both of you release.

climax comes at the same time for both of you–toji buries his fat dick as deep as he could in your weeping cunt, somehow folding your thighs back even more against your chest. the strain is barely paid heed to as the overwhelming pleasure of you and toji’s collective orgasms washes over the two of you.

his dick twitches inside your pretty hole before jets of hot cum are released straight into your womb–pumping you full of his creamy seed that your cunt accepts greedily. your walls suck him in, tightening around his hard length almost maddeningly as you milk him for his cum, ensuring you get every last drop as you spasm around him.

your own release is just as messy, your hips jolting upwards as you squirt around his sensitive cock, getting slick on his abs. your pussy trembles, spurting with clear liquid and messing up the sheets as the two of you bask in the glow of your release.

he keeps you beneath him while you catch your breath, his hips pinning you firmly to the mattress as the last of his cum drips inside of you. toji steadies his breathing, pulling back and breathing out, “you good?”

you nod, your throat rubbed raw from all the moaning you were doing. your legs felt like jello and you didn’t believe you could even move right now. toji pats your hip as he sits back on his heels, observing the heavily debauched state you were in–his cock was still buried in your cunt, though creamy white liquid began to leak from between your legs, your body had become even more hot, and your saccharine scent was quickly beginning to fill his nose again, clouding all his senses with the need to fuck you even more.

your fluffy ears gives a tired twitch, your dazed eyes meeting his, giving him a questioning look as his hands suddenly lands heavily on your thighs. he turns you onto your side, bunching your thighs together as he hovers over you once more and you finally register the dangerous glint in his emerald eyes.

under such a dark gaze, you unexpectedly began to feel like you were caught in a wolf’s trap and you were the unfortunate prey. 

you gulp, toji was clearly intending to ‘relieve’ you of the effects of your heat to make up for the rest of the weekend you’d avoided him. your poor cunt was already trembling from oversensitivity.

it was going to be a long, long night.

The sudden nudity you could take, albeit begrudgingly. Jerking off in the living room on the other hand?

Absolutely not. 

He grips his cock from the base, slowly ascending to his flushed cockhead, running a thumb over the shiny slit. At least he never leaves a mess; he always cums in a wad of tissues, which he sometimes likes to leave in your bedroom bin because it’s funny to him, probably.

Oh, and the man uses nothing but spit for lubrication during his ‘self-care’ sessions. You know that how?

Well, because he had the gall, a while back, to beckon you over once he noticed you were standing there — gobsmacked at his audacity and obviously not turned on— and ordered, “Do me a favour, ma? Spit on it, and make it messy, will ya?”

You spluttered, “Excuse me? I absolutely will not be doing that! Get out of here with your stupid dick and perverted hobbies.”

Perverted roommate!Toji raises a brow. “If you want me out, y’r gonna have to lend a hand,” he smirks, “figuratively speaking, of course. Unless you wanna stroke it for me, doll.”

“In your dreams, old man.”

“Yeah, that’s usually how that goes. You got me.”

It was clear though that he wasn’t joking. 

He was sitting there, casually stroking his dick, showing no intention of finishing up, and waiting for you to make up your mind.

The nerve!

On any other day, you would have smacked him, or stomped away.

But your friends were coming soon — so, yes maybe you did drop a dollop of spit into the palm of his hand. Only to get him out of there ASAP though! 

And yeah, maybe his sharp teeth came into view with his wolfish grin. Maybe it made you gulp, and maybe, just maybe, he said, “Good girl,” in a way that kept you up all night after. 

That eventually became a routine between you. 

All it takes is a cock of a brow and you’re sighing, spitting into his palm and pretending you’re not observing what he does with it.

Now, he's grown so comfortable he just jerks off right next to you as you watch a movie. As soon as you sit down and he’s already got his cock whipped out, you bend over and let a fat glob land on his leaking tip. 

“Thanks, doll,” he mutters, hand spreading the wetness all over his generous length. “How was work? Everything alright?”

“Hmm. I’m exhausted.”

Perverted roommate!Toji pats your head with his spare hand, and you’re so tired you don’t even care if it’s dirty. It comforts you and that’s all that matters. “After I squeeze a load out, I can massage your feet. Consider us even after you did my laundry yesterday.”

“Least you could do for me,” you retorted. “I walk on your back all the time, but do I ever get that in return?”

He grunts, rough hand rolling his heavy balls. “If I walked on your back, I’d break it. Trust me, you’re better off with the occasional shoulder rubs, princess.”

Absentmindedly, his words enter one ear and exit the other. 

Shirtless, pyjama pants tucked under his balls, no signs of underwear, he seems to have just woken up from a nap (he likes to sleep naked — a fact you learned the hard way the first couple days of living with him, when you walked in without knocking to ask for your charger back).

A question you’ve been meaning to ask slips out: “Why do you jerk off in the living room?”

Perverted roommate!Toji glances down at you, then looks back at the TV, unsurprised by your question. “To get off — ain’t that clear enough?”

You roll your eyes. “Obviously. I just mean, why in the living room? Is it better for you, or do you do it to bother me?”

“Ah, who knows. Could be both. Could be neither.” Then, one corner of his lips quirk up. He nudges you with his elbow, halting his casual tugging of his cock and fires back a question at you. “You ever try?”

Heat rises to your cheeks at the inquisition. Truthfully, you answer, “No…I’ve always lived with other people, and something about being caught puts me off. I really don’t think I’m an exhibitionist.”

“Getting caught huh.” He thinks about it for a second. “Just you and me here, doll. No one’s gonna catch you. Wanna give it a try? You never know, it might become your thing.”

Aghast, you shake your head. “No, no, definitely not. You’re not gonna drag me down with you.”

Perverted roommate!Toji chuckles, resuming his jerking off without further interruption. “Suit yourself.”

And that’s that. 

You both return to watching the movie. Nothing about what’s going on in the scene registers in your mind. If you had to be honest, you’re far too distracted by the suggestion. In a way, he was right; it wouldn’t be the same as being caught, since he’s already here, consenting, and he’s doing the same thing. 

Your roommate would be the last person to judge you. 

But it’s weird. 

Normal roommates don’t do this kind of thing together. Normal roommates shouldn’t know how long the other’s cock is, or see the exact shade of their angry cockhead everywhere they go. Normal roommates shouldn’t be so open with each other.

Except, you are. 

Way too open, actually.

You know he likes his balls massaged as he goes, that he trims his hairs there once in a while but doesn’t care enough to shave it off altogether, that he doesn’t whine and whimper when he cums, only groans and grunts and curses under his breath.

You know he’s heard you cum through the thin wall separating your room from his, you know he’s seen you completely naked because he walks into the bathroom as he pleases and you often forget to lock the door, and that he’s seen the kind of porn you like after having to unfreeze your computer on an embarrassing website.

The two of you aren’t normal roommates; you’re way past that.

So maybe…

Biting your lip, you creep a tentative hand down your shorts, teasing a finger down the seam of your clothed pussy lips over your panties. It tickles. 

He always seemed to get hard at the drop of a hat; one or two rubs and he’s fully erect. Women, meanwhile, usually need a lot more than that. But, as you press your fingers down harder and you feel the telltale patch of wetness seeping through, you realise that all you need now is the visual stimulation of a big, burly man squeezing his base to keep from cumming too soon. 

Your hand ventures inside your panties. You look up at him. He’s staring straight ahead. Of course he can tell what you’re doing — you’re not exactly hiding it. The man’s simply showing it’s not a big deal, and it’s actually kind of helpful. 

When your fingers make contact with your bare skin, you release a breath. You’re not wet enough to start having a go at your clit. You frown.

“Need some help?”

You hate that you know exactly what he means, though not as much as you hate how needy you’ve grown.

A little shy, you bring your hand back out and hold it in front of him. Eyes never leaving yours, he grips your wrist and holds it still. Scarred lips part, and his tongue licks across your fingers. 

Perverted roommate!Toji chuckles to himself. “Ain’t showered yet, have you?”

You try to snatch your hand back, to no avail. “Shut up!”

“Relax, kiddo. Wasn’t complaining. Already know all the different ways you smell from the panties you leave in the bathroom,” he confesses with no abashment. “The smell of your pussy when you’re turned on is my favourite, a close tie to when you’re ovulating and you’ve been on your feet all day.”

“Don’t tell me things like that,” you breathe out.

He meets your eye. “Why? Scared you like it?”

“I know I like it.”

Your honesty makes his lips twitch. He rubs his thumb over your pulse. Finally, he collects his saliva and spits out a warm dollop. Careful not to spill it, you hastily spread it on your pussy, circling your clit with ease. You sigh, leaning back into the sofa.

Around and around, you rub your clit under your shorts, getting more and more wet and turned on. Your juices are oozing out freely now, lips growing more and more swollen. Pressing a little firmly on the bundle of nerves, your back arches. Hardened nipples poke through your thin tank top. 

“Don’t rush it, doll,” he advises. “We still got an hour left of this thing.”

“Mind your own business.”

You grope a tit with your spare hand at the same time he massages his throbbing balls. It’s funny how quickly you’ve grown accustomed to the weirdness of the situation, almost as if you’ve been doing this the entire time you’ve lived with him. 

What does that say about you?

“Don’t be shy,” he mutters, “flick your little nipple. Know you like that shit.” 

His voice is raspy, all low and deep. It sends shivers down your spine. There’s no hint of amusement in his words. He’s merely talking you through it. You flick a nipple, moaning when it hits just right. God, you hate how well he knows your body without having touched it. “Atta girl. Go on, put those fingers inside your messy cunt.”

Is it the arrogant rasp of his voice, the way your pussy’s pulsing, or the fact that his fist’s tugging on his flushed cock harder and faster at the growing squeelch! of your cunt that urges your fingers inside?

Whatever the case may be, your fingers find their way inside comfortably, curling past the textured pleats, stretching the tight ring of muscle at the entrance, and pushing against the gummy spot that has your toes curling and a whine seeping through your lips.

Perverted roommate!Toji growls, “Bet those little fingers of yours ain’t long, or thick, enough huh. Bet I’d play with your pussy so much better. Wanna let me try? Come on, ma. Give in to me, yeah? We know it’s gonna happen sooner or later.”

“Fuck off.”

Knowing that your wetness was mixed up with his spit, with his essence, is driving you wild. 

It’s no wonder you cum so fast, shuddering with a whimper. That hit you out of nowhere. The orgasm’s so strong you almost fall off the sofa. “Oh, fuck.”

Perverted roommate!Toji laughs. “Pent up little thing, aren’t ya?”

“Shut up.”

It’s never felt that good before. He’d only talked you through it; how would it feel if he actually touched you?

Still hungry, your gaze darts over to your roommate. He’s still jerking himself off, running a thumb over a prominent vein. His hand’s picked up speed. He’s so aggressive with his own cock, treating it like he owes it money, like pain doesn’t matter when pleasure’s on the line. 

“Might wanna -mm- take back that thing you said -hah- about not being an exhibitionist.”

It’s obvious he’s finding a lot of humour in thinking he’s better than you simply because he can last longer. The bastard…

Aggrieved, you pull your dirtied hand out from your shorts and grip his cock with no warning. He grunts.

“Wha– fuck!” He tries to yank you off — a reflex. But he’s powerless over the desire of his cock to be pleasured by soft, gentle hands. “You’re crossing a line, kid. Hell of a lot braver than me -hah fuck.”

“I know, but you were taking so long, Toji,” you say as innocently as you can, “thought I should…lend a hand, like you’re always asking me to.”

Using your juices, you jerk him off. The slide is so much easier now than he was making it look. You’re almost distracted by your own boldness. 

Almost.

There’s no hiding from how big his cock is — it’s huge, you can barely wrap your entire hand around it. It’s also so, so hot. Practically scalding. And the weight. Oh god, you’re still soaked and flushed. 

Perverted roommate!Toji huffs, unable to tear his eyes off the sight of your much daintier hands trying to tame his ridiculously sized cock. “S-shit, can barely hold it, can ya? Don’t be scared; not gonna break me.”

He leans back into the sofa, retired hand massaging his balls as you get to work on his cock. You’re covering the entire length with your juices. It’s messy, sticky, and so lewd, but he doesn’t care. On the contrary, you swear he’s getting even bigger in your hand.

Tightening your grasp, you jerk him faster and harder, wanting to hear him make stupid noises too. 

And he’s actually groaning, barely audible over the sound of the dull thrum of the TV but it’s plenty though. He sounds so manly, so big and strong. Everything about him emanates strength. It’s impossible not to be attracted to him. It really was inevitable that you’d end up like this, and more. 

More’s definitely coming.

Tonight, however…

Tonight, you’d rejoice in the sight of his whole body tensing and flexing at your touch.

“Mm, that’s it, baby. Such a good girl. Keep going. Fuck, that’s good.”

His other arm is bent behind his head, bicep bulging and bigger than your damn head. Unable to help yourself, you press a kiss there. 

Perverted roommate!Toji’s brow lifts up. He looks down at you with humour twinkling in his dark eyes. “Go on, take a bite. I know you wanna — always looking at my arms like you’re hungry.”

That’s the only invitation you need. Your teeth scrape his skin, it sinks into the hardness there. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t wince, doesn’t do anything but smile wider. You moan, biting down harder. Who knows where the fetish for biceps came from? 

Probably from him, with the way he’s always flaunting his perfect body.

He’s really ruined you.

“Next time you feel the -hah- urge to eat me up, just –harder, baby, yeah that’s it– j-just ask, yeah? I don’t work out for nothing.”

The noises your hand is making are too filthy. Too much sloppiness, too much fwop fwop and squelch! squeeelch!

Pearlescent beads are dripping out of his piss slit, sliding down the ridges of his cock. You thumb them into his skin, dragging his foreskin down ever so slightly. Breathily, you plead, “Cum, Toji. My wrist is getting tired.”

“Alright, whatever you say, pillow princess. God forbid you have to put in some work.” He unfolds his arm. Hand threading through your hair, he hauls your face to his. Half-lidded, his eyes linger on your lips. His scar twitches. “Wanna make me cum? Then give me a kiss.”

“A kiss?”

He nods, nose grazing yours. “A nice, long one. Kiss me like you mean it. I’m feeling romantic.”

The scruff of his shadow tickles your skin as your lips meet his. He groans before deepening the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue. He tastes you, every part he can reach. His hand won’t let you pull away, won’t let you surface for air — he keeps you there, unable to run from his desires. 

“Hah, T-toji, can’t breathe–”

“Through your nose, baby,” he advises, practically begs. “Not had my fill yet.”

Breasts squished against his chest, you taste him too. The slight tang of beer, the mint of his toothpaste, the power he radiates but won’t ever use on you. 

Kissing has never felt so fucking good. 

Dazed and not thinking straight, you suggest, “We should -mm- kiss more, Toji.”

Perverted roommate!Toji cums. Hard. 

“Fuck!” he groans. “S-shit.” 

You feel the rapid pulsing of his throbbing cock first, then the spurting of his cum landing on your hand and on the couch. Only then is his sudden grunting swallowed down your throat. 

“J-jesus.”

Mercilessly, you continue jerking him off, up and down, up and down, watching him throw his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing. 

His thighs shake, tense beyond measure. His balls are constricted so tight you worry they might burst. And the veins running up his arms and neck pop like he’s been taken by surprise at the intensity of his own orgasm. 

He smacks your hand away, panting and slowly coming down from his high. “Quit it, woman.”

You laugh, playing with the translucent webs that form between your fingers when you stretch them. “I see now why you’re so obsessed with masturbating in the living room.”

Perverted roommate!Toji glances down at you. He watches you for a second, then he snorts, tucking his softening cock back inside his pants. “It ain’t the living room I’m obsessed with, doll.”

“Huh?”

“Forget it.” Standing, he stretches, back muscles looking biteable. “Gonna shower. You coming?”

Feeling a little shy now that post-nut clarity’s sinking in, you shake your head. “I’ll wait.”

“Alright, but just know I’m probably gonna rub another one out in there to your panty.”

And as he walks away, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to smear the wetness on his hand all over your face, laughing when you make a noise of utter disgust. 

Perverted roommate!Toji strolls leisurely into the bathroom, expertly avoiding the pillows you throw at him like he has eyes at the back of his head. “You’re probably gonna wanna wash that off immediately.”

“Ugh! You just wanted me to shower with you.”

Perverted roommate!Toji stops at the doorway, looking back with a mischievous glint in his sharp teeth, scar especially delicious. 

“Now you’re catching on.”

"Pregnancy pillow?"

His shoulders stiffen, jaw setting in place to accompany the way his eyes narrow a little, staring straight past you into nothing.

"Yeah!" You beam, the sound of a box ripping open echoing through the room. "Now you won't have to wake up in the middle of the night to massage me anymore! If this works, that is."

"'Won't have to'?" You can practically hear the brow raise in his words. "Pipsqueak, you know I love you relyin' on me."

"I know," you drawl after, gaze trailing to the side before shooting back to the box as you pick the plush pillow out. "But I still don't like waking you up at night when you barely get any sleep as is."

He only chuckles in response, and it's right by your ear this time, his breath grazing your lobe as his arms wind around you and he tugs, making you fall back and right into his lap.

"Caleb!"

"Whaaat? Your real pregnancy pillow wants some attention."

You scoff, crossing your arms as he continues to hold you tight against him, almost like he's trying to mold your two forms into one.

"Like you could ever relieve my back ache the way this is about to."

He laughs again, responding playfully, "Maybe not," then his voice drops low, and his breath starts grazing your ear again, warm and wet, "but I know ways to make you forget about it."

Your jaw drops open. Married for 5 years and you still can't get used to your husband's sex jokes.

"You pervert." You push his face away with a hand, willing your heartbeat to calm down as he laughs again.

"You love it."

Later that night, you finish freshening up first, bouncing onto your bed with the pillow trapped between your arms and a huge smile on your face as you lie down ontop of it and instantly feel yourself sink in.

From where he's stood at his side of the bed, Caleb frowns.

"Why do you look happier to see that pillow than ya are to see me?"

Briefly, your eyes narrow in his direction. "Because you're the one who gave me this back problem in the first place."

He grins as he climbs under the covers. "'Course. Can't have you leaving me, now can I, pipsqueak?"

You only roll your eyes in response, readjusting yourself before sighing into the pillow with all the comfort and warmth it brings you.

"I don't like that you sighed like that 'cause of a pillow."

You pry one eye open, lips pursed. "You're the one getting jealous 'cause of said pillow."

"Only because it's taking my wife from me," he whines, scooting closer with a small pout.

But he's disrupted in his journey by the very pillow he scorned.

Caleb scowls.

"Do you really need that thing?"

Your lips curve a little at his tone. "Deffo."

And you don't need your eyes open to see the way he frowns in response, smile still on your lips as you drift off to his mumbled, "Stupid fucking pregnancy pillow."

You awake the next morning to the pillow chucked across the room and Caleb snuggled into your arms, a small, content smile on his face.

Sometimes, you swear your husband can just be so selfish.

Soooo this was something. Listening to it again, it sounds choppy but eh. Inspired by @lalalotta and @qinche-cvmslvt and wanted to give it a try.

i like guys with biggg sticks 🏒

hockey boys were typically assholes, this wasn’t new to you. for all the years you’ve played hockey, you’d always been placed on a co-ed team. once you got to a certain age and skill level, it was typically only you and one or two other girls on the team, so you got used to being around those types of guys- normally jerks, misogynists, and immature.

you were luckily spared from hearing ‘locker room talk’ because you weren’t allowed to change in the guys locker room, having to change in janitors closets mostly, but you heard a lot of shit from male players on other teams.

now, at college level, you were the only girl on your colleges hockey team and one of the only girls in the handful of teams in your league.

your teammates only succeeded in being assholes to you once before your childhood best friend, roommate, and teammate, caleb, gave them a nasty glare and a mean lecture. they didn’t make that mistake again.

you were sitting on the bench beside caleb before the game started, adjusting your gloves on your hands. your team was playing your rival schools team, so the pressure was definitely on to win.

bumping your shoulder into calebs, you smile at him behind your helmets visor. “bet i can out shoot you today.” you tease.

caleb pulled his gloves on, giving you a slight smirk. “oh yeah? whoever gets the least shots has to do the dishes for a week.”

you wrinkle your nose and huff, looking back at the ice where the faceoff is starting. “i was gonna do them anyways.” you mumble.

“suuure, sure.” caleb looks out at the ice as well, smirking cockily.

you were good- great even- but compared to caleb… you definitely weren’t our performing him. he was the top scorer on your team by a dozen goals, so you knew you were definitely going to be on dish duty.

halfway through the last period of the game tempers started to flare on both teams, the game was tied and reaching its end. you were on the ice heading for the puck when a whistle blew and you heard your teammates yelling.

you turned around to find out why the play was stopped only to see three separate fights going on.

you watch the fights intensely since you aren’t allowed to join in. the league had rules that prevented male players from hitting female players and vise versa, also preventing them from checking each other into the boards.

caleb was landing solid hits on a guy from the opposing team that had been shoving him all night, so you weren't really surprised to see that those two were going at it.

as you were watching their fight the wind was suddenly knocked out of you as a 6’3 player from the opposite team rams into you from behind, sending you sprawling face first into the ice.

everything goes fuzzy and when you blink your eyes open you’re not sure how much time has passed- a few seconds? a minute?

you stare up at the man above you who’s waving his hands around like he did nothing wrong. out of nowhere you see one of your teammates wrestling the man to the ground, climbing on top of him and hitting him.

the number on the back of your teammates jersey shouldn’t surprise you- you knew caleb would defend you against anything, but you wish you had the strength to tell him to let it go.

you wheeze as you try to tell him to stop fighting, only to realize the wind has been thoroughly knocked out of you. a few teammates manage to pull caleb off of the man who hit you from behind and he immediately skates over to you, kneeling down on the ice. he brushes a thumb over your forehead, finger coming away red.

caleb presses a hand to your chest when you try to sit up. “stay, you really don’t need to move right now.”

you blink up at him stupidly. maybe you should be concerned about your head, maybe you should be worried about the wheezing in your lungs, but all you can manage to focus on is caleb.

his pretty purple eyes as they trail over your form, searching for injuries on your body. his rough fingers as they wipe away the blood trailing down your forehead. the blood running from his nose that you swear wasn’t so crooked earlier.

“got your nose broken, huh ‘leb?” you tease, voice uneven.

calebs brows furrow as he tries to understand if

you’re purposefully ignoring your predicament, if you’re using him to distract yourself, or if you’re actually that out of it. “i might’ve. buuut you just haad to go and outdo me by crackin’ your skull open, didn’t ya?” he teases right back, but his words clearly convey his stress for you.

you laugh weakly, ignoring his description of your head- that was the last thing on your mind- your very foggy mind.

“your nose is gonna heal all crooked.” you hum and smile. “would be a… bumpy ride.” you bite your lip to hold back your snickers at your joke.

calebs ears flush beneath his sweaty hair and his eyes widen. he opens his mouth to respond a few times, but words fail him.

“you are without a doubt concussed.” he mumbles and looks over at the bench where the paramedic should be.

you can tell that caleb’s arguing back and forth with your coach but the only thing you care about is that calebs had hearts floating around his head and you have the sudden urge to kiss him.

wanting to kiss caleb wasn’t new for you, not by a long shot, but wanting to act on that urge? that was definitely new and your head was way too hazy to unpack that.

the medic comes over and gives you a brief check before calling for an ambulance to take you to the ER to get assessed.

the medic and caleb help you to your feet and help you skate off the ice. at one point you nearly fell backwards, but luckily caleb caught you, resulting in you giggling uncontrollably.

the ride to the ER is a blur of paramedics prodding fingers and caleb looking so dreamy riding with you, now in the compression shirt he wore during games and a pair of loose sweatpants. when had he even changed? you weren’t sure.

one of the paramedics kept pestering caleb. “sir, please let me evaluate your nose, it’s clearly broken.”

caleb huffed. “if it’s clearly broken, i’m not understanding why you need to evaluate it- you already know it’s broken and you can’t reset it, so you looking at my nose is pointless.”

“but sir-” the man tried again, getting cut off by caleb.

“no. she clearly has higher needs than me right now, focus on her, i don’t give a shit about my nose right now.”

you sigh happily, mumbling something about how dreamy he was to the other paramedic, who just nodded and shone a light in your eyes.

---

you didn’t wait long in a small hospital room before a doctor that you knew well walked in.

“dr. zayne, it is great to see you!” you smiled at him before tilting your head. “did you become a head doctor too?”

zayne closes the door behind him and shakes his head, rubbing hand sanitizer between his hands. “no, but you are still my patient. i heard you were here and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“well that’s sweet-”

caleb interrupts you, shaking his head at your mutual childhood friend. “your… expertise isn’t needed here, zayne. her heart’s fine.” his voice was slightly annoyed.

zayne adjusts his glasses on his nose and turns to caleb. “i wasn’t offering my expertise, if you listened to what i said, you would have heard that i’m just making sure she’s alright. she’s my patient and friend after all.”

caleb sighs and sits up in his chair, the worn leather creaking, his voice a bit calmer. “well, we think she has a concussion but they want to have a CT scan done just to make sure she doesn’t have anything worse going on. hitting the ice like that could cause serious issues.”

“hence why i came to check on her.” zayne says, his voice hinting at exasperation. “you act as if i don’t know how dangerous hockey is. have you forgotten that i used to attend your games when we were younger?”

your head was spinning trying to keep up with the boys back and forth, your stomach rolling slightly from how you looked back and forth. through your brain fog you remember a younger zayne sitting in the stands watching you and caleb play youth league hockey. zayne used to stay late after his figure skating lessons to watch a period or two of your game before his parents picked him up.

from what you can remember, zayne had been a really good figure skater. you and caleb watched his practices and a few of his competitions.

one time the three of you went to an open skate together and attempted the others skills- you’d never seen caleb fall on his ass more times than when he attempted a simple spin, and you’d never seen a puck travel so slowly towards a goal than when zayne shot it.

amidst the boys back and forth, you start to laugh to yourself at the memory, which draws the guys attention.

caleb and zayne watch as you suddenly start to laugh to yourself, slapping your thigh and wiping tears from your eyes. they look at each other and their banter is suddenly forgotten.

zayne clears his throat. “i’m… going to tell the doctor to rush the CT. she seems severely concussed.”

caleb nods and mumbles his thanks, eyes on you as zayne leaves the room.

he gently rubs your thigh, lips tilting up as your laughter rings through his ears. “whats got you gigglin like that? i’m having fomo over here.”

you look at him, smiling wide. “remember when you busted your ass doing a spin?”

caleb shook his head and held back a chuckle. “that’s whats got you laughing like a maniac? really?”

you nod and bite your lip to hold back another fit of giggles.

“alright, alright, i’ll let it slide.” caleb pats your thigh and you press them together, your heart fluttering.

you try to think of a change in subject to hopefully distract caleb from your flushed expression.

“remember when i busted my head on the ice during a game?” you say playfully, trying to make a joke about how you’ve both busted something on ice, but you know instantly that the joke didn’t quite land.

caleb clenched his jaw and looked down at the floor, nails digging into his palms. “that’s not funny, pips.”

“oh. too soon?”

he nods. “you could say it twenty years from now and it’ll still be too soon.”

hours later, your head was laying in calebs lap on the couch of your shared apartment. calebs fingers gently carded through your hair, mindful to avoid the healing cut on your forehead from where it hit the hard ice.

you were mostly coherent, but still slightly loopy. your cheek was pressed to one of calebs meaty thighs, your eyes zoned out while looking at his waist.

“i can’t believe that guy hit me. hes getting fined, yeah?” you mumble

caleb hums and nods. “fined and suspended for six games. they ruled the hit intentional.”

his fingers tighten around the ends of hair as he recalls how the guy sent you pummeling towards the ice.

“you’ll get in trouble for defending me- i told you before that i don’t want you to do that.” you roll onto your back so you can look up at him. calebs purple eyes looked down at you and you can see the anger and worry swirling together in them.

he scoffs slightly and shakes his head, running his hand through his damp hair. he took a shower after you were settled on the couch, tired of you complaining that he stunk.

“you act like you don’t know me, pips, i will always stand up for you. you think i’m going to watch someone twice your size shove you to the ice and i’ll just.. what, watch? eat some popcorn?”

you open your mouth to respond and he cuts you off.

“your helmet came off- i watched your precious head go straight into the ice. i thought you were dead.” his words are clipped and he sounds almost pained saying them, like reliving the moment is torturous.

you chew on your lip, looking away because his eyes suddenly became too intense. the rooms silence is only broken by the soft sounds of the washing machine running in the other room.

“if you think i care about not getting suspended more than i care about you, then maybe you’re.. uh..” his sentence trailed off, going from 100 to 30 as he bites back a laugh. “..concussed?”

you roll your eyes. “i am concussed, xia. i thought you said there's no jokes about my head allowed.”

he laughed finally, muscles relaxing beneath you as the subject matter turns lighter again. “hey, i’m not making any jokes about your head.”

his words are clearly dripping with innuendo- at least you think they are, the concussion has you unsure of everything at this point.

“ha, you shouldn’t be, i’ve had no complaints about my head.” you add onto the joke, giggling slightly. “get it?”

caleb chokes on nothing, smacking his chest in an attempt to clear his windpipes. “woah, pips, really?”

you laugh more, smiling up at him and nodding. “mhm, no bad reviews here!”

he swallows thickly and you track the movement of his throat. Absentmindedly you reach up and trace a nail down the column of his throat, slowly running it up and down over his adams apple.

he watches you with interest, a small smile on his lips. “mmm. waaanna test that then?”

you tilt your head slightly, a single eyebrow raising in question. “how do you suggest we do that?”

he shrugs, taking your hand away from his neck and into his, tracing your fingers with his own, which sends shivers up your arm.

“wellll, i’ve also not had any complaints about my hesd, sooooo, i figured why not have a challenge. see if either of us gives the other a bad review on their head.” he leans back against the back of the couch, still playing with your fingers. “plus, didn’t you say my broken nose would be a.. what was it.. a bumpy ride earlier?”

you snicker and shake your head, rubbing it against his lap unintentionally. “ah ah, not fair, i was wayy out of sorts when i said that. besides, if we did that, wouldn’t that mess with our whole 'friends/roomates/teammates’ thing?”

caleb sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. “can we both stop pretending that's all we are? i beat a guy up for you earlier, are you really still confused about how i feel about you? that was sort of a grand gesture.”

“maybe it would’ve been if i were a cavewoman, but alas..” you trail off, voice over the top. you smile lightly as you watch him circle your knuckles, the feeling making your stomach flutter.

it was pretty clear yo you how he felt, but you wanted to hear him say it with his own words, not with his actions.

caleb stared at your hands with interest, tracing letters and patterns on your fingers as he worked up the courage to finally speak his mind.

“i like you, pips, a lot. i have for a while aaand i thought it was pretty obvious.” he said, voice quieter than normal and a bit shaky.

you smile, happy to finally hear the words that you’d been itching for him to say for years now. “oh! i like you too, but apparently you already knew that?”

caleb laughs softly, relief clear in his face and in his eyes when he turns them onto you. “yeahh, i knew. soo what now?”

you gnaw on your lip in thought before smiling wide. “head contest?”

–

minutes later, you found yourself on your back on calebs bed, a soft pillow under your ass and your shoulders resting comfortably on calebs shoulder- exactly where they belonged. his tongue was all but splitting you apart, licking and sucking as his fingers scissored inside of you, stretching you open deliciously.

your fingers were entwined in his messy hair, gripping the front strands and holding his face between your parted legs like your life depended on it.

caleb worked you like this was his one chance, his one opportunity to impress you and make a lasting impression. and by god was he making an amazing impression. the entire time he was eating you out, he watched your reactions, trying to figure out what you liked and what you didn’t like.

you’d seen calebs eyes for almost all your life- through his hair, from behind the visor of his helmet, and even through the holes of a ridiculous halloween mask one year- but his eyes had never looked as beautiful as they did when he was between your thighs.

his purple and pink irises kept you pinned down to the bed. he watched you as if he were memorizing every part of this moment, like it was something sacred that he would need to remember for the rest of his life.

you suddenly cried out, hips grinding forward against the tip of his nose when the end of his finger pressed against the spongy wall inside of you, sending a flood of sparks through you.

“mmmhhmm.” caleb hummed against you, tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers pressed harder into the spot that made you cry. you were dripping down his wrist and caleb kept thinking about how he would lick his arm clean himself, no need for washing his arm- he refused to let a single drop from your delicious pussy go to waste.

“uggh cay-!” you whine out, hand gripping his hair tighter as the pleasure rises and suddenly feels uncontrollable. “it’s- oh, gosh, i’m..”

caleb pistons his fingers faster into you, watching your face contort into a mix of tension and pleasure.

“oh yeah? cum, pretty, please?” he says before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. he curls his two fingers inside of you, sharp eyes watching you as you fall apart, smirking against your clit in satisfaction.

you didn’t end up giving caleb head, much to your frustration. caleb wouldn’t let you because he didn’t want you to hurt yourself while concussed. after arguing that he shouldn’t have given you head then if that was his concern, he argued back that he was just giving you some pain relief.

in the month following you being out on concussion protocol and caleb being suspended, the two of you spent the majority of your time going to watch your team play- which sucked now that two of their best players were out- and fucking like rabbits who were trying to repopulate the earth.

you make jokes about how the concussion was the best thing to happen to you since it brought you and caleb this close, and caleb just sighs and shakes his head, holding your head to his chest every night.

---

a/n pt2: i kind of dislike how little hockey is in this, but i couldn’t add much more hockey with her being concussed and him being suspended. 🤷‍♀️ i’ll make another one and there will be more, promise. also some of this isn't entirely accurate to college hockey but just shhhh, pretend it’s normal (i garuntee no one cares) also something is off about this fic i just can't put my finger on what ???

tags🫶: @wetforsylus @sweetcalebb @colonelkaboom

that player when he saw caleb coming fr

the night air at skyhaven had always been cold and quiet. the familiar scent of tranquility drifted through the air, almost peaceful.

almost.

if not by the evident dew cascading down a certain someone's abode—caleb xia’s. what was happening inside was…the contrary; the atmosphere was thick, chaotic—devoid of tranquility.

caleb had you open up to him, your thighs separated, his firm hold pushing them to your stomach as he drove into you.

deep. desperate.

your ragged breaths mingled against his; symphonies of obscenity echoing across the room. he leaves no room between you. he moved with precision, hitting the spots that had you drawing crescents on his skin. “oh my g—babe—so tight–” he groaned the rest of his words, hissing at the way you grip around him like you wanted him dry.

you moaned a response. it felt good—too good.

hotter, shakier, your breath goes. you felt lightheaded, your mind too clouded by pleasure to think anymore. your vision was all blurry, unable to catch a glimpse of how caleb's lips tugged up in the slightest—mischievously.

just then, you felt the pad of his fingers worked it's magic, moving desperate circles on your clit that had you gasping and clinging onto him like he was your last string of sanity. you cried. “wait—caleb—it’s too m–”

“yes, yes. c’mon, cum for me, cum for me, babe—fuck—” he chanted, your name escaping his lips in symphonies of sighs.

as the sensation overwhelmed you, you cried out, your body convulsed. the moment you shuddered, caleb smoothly pulled back, his shaft slick and gleaming from your essence. but the relief was instantly replaced by a sharp, electric yearning. he guided the head of his shaft against your sensitivity, a slow, deliberate slide, then a tantalizing, firm tap. it shocked you, the delectable pressure made your hips jerk violently off the bed—a violent gushing stream hit his pelvis with its warmth.

“caleb!—caleb!” you screamed his name, vision blurring as the world dissolved into pure ecstasy.

he laughed, a low, reverberating sound in his chest. “fuck—that’s it, babe. let it all out f’me,” he whispered, eyeing how the spectacle beneath him fluttered onto nothingness.

then he began to push back into you, a sharp cry of overstimulation ripping from your throat. deeper and faster, caleb goes. your inner muscles enveloped him tight, aftershocks of pleasure intensifying once more.

zayne's home had always been quiet, saved by the low murmur of the refrigerator and the soft hum of the air-conditioner. the atmosphere was calm, but it all melted away the moment his focus turned to you.

his once pristine and serene space now littered with evidence of your shared sensuality. neither of you remembered how, who and when it all started, too drowned by each other's need. the desires burn relentlessly, your breaths tangled; your bodies to. now, he was kneeling before you, your legs—restrained by his firm grip—dangled on his shoulders. zayne's eyes never left yours, emerald orbs glint with pure focus despite the stubborn shield of his glasses.

“oh—z-zayne—zayne–” your hands flew down reflexively, gripping the mussed locks between you. zayne hummed, his lips wet, connected with your aching womanhood. the way he explored you with the same focused detail he applied to his profession was too much to handle. he's way too damn good.

every flick of his tongue drove you wild, a trophy of his mastery. faster, harder, his tongue goes now, leaving you a babbling, shuddering mess. “ah—wait—you’re gonna make me–”

then you felt it, the first tidal wave hit you. it was a sudden, uncontrollable surge. you finally let go. your body stiffened as you hold your breath. zayne stopped upon feeling your body tense before pulling his head back with a loud exhale. “no—zay—” you gasped when a sharp, sudden spray of warmth landed on the lenses of his glasses.

zayne didn't flinch like what you were expecting; instead, a small soft smile—the kind that only appeared when you did something he's proud of—crept onto his face. “look at you making a mess, my love.” you flushed at his words, mewling his name

before you could protest, his fingers cut you off, padding stripes against where you were gushing, tapping a rhythm of exhilarating praise. “oh—oh my g—zayne. zayne!” your eyes rolled back, your hips bucking unrelentlessly.

zayne hummed an answer for your plea as he spread your delicate folds with the lightest pressure of his two fingers, exposing your milky core entirely. he leaned back just enough to admire the effect of his handiwork, his eyes shining. "mmm. you're gonna kill me one of this days, love. my good girl—such a mess." he murmured before closing the small gap once more, enveloping you completely with the warmth of his mouth.

“oh yes—fuck—so deep, feel so full.” your words wafted through the thick air, a melodious sonata syncing with every flutter of your breath. you leaned against him, your back meeting the warmth of his rigid chest. sylus was seated on the wide leather couch, cradling your hips as you moved wildly above him.

up. down. you bounced brazenly, your right arm draped over his broad shoulder for support. “fuck—look at us,” an airy chuckle ripped up from you as you watched your vague reflections from the massive, sleek mirror infront—a backdrop for your kinky desires. it was obscenely carnal; the sight alone made your cunt pool once more.

how could you not? not when his crimson eyes demanded to lock with yours, his mouth full of your mound; latching, suckling, swirling his tongue along with your sanity. with an indecent pop, sylus released the nipple he’d been drawing on, his left hand shifting to your swollen core.

“you're so beautiful, sweetie,” he rasped in your ear, pressing a light kiss on your temple after. he didn't just touch; he commanded, stroking your clit with a firm, circular pressure that made your vision white. and as if on cue, your breath quickened, hips snapping faster along with the messy speed of his fingers. “that's it, that's it, go crazy for me, kitten. c'mon you can do it.” he gritted, his own hips snapping against yours as if your desperate movements weren't enough.

sylus. sylus.

your shaky pleas echoed. you were losing control, slipping into a delirium of pure bliss. “oh fuck—shit—i’m close—sylus ‘m gonna cum–" and just like that it snapped, a white-hot climax washed through your veins along with a sudden hiss of release. it was quick but a violent stream gushed right after, hitting the mirror before cascading down the flawless glass.

sylus’s eyes were blazing, his chest rose and fell. he watched your face, the raw satisfied expression on your features, and with one final tap on your sensitivity, he pulled out, chuckling. he spilled his own release onto your stomach, pumping his his slick girth with a hiss.

you collapsed backward, breathless, your cheek against his sweat-damp neck, his scent inviting. sylus wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you impossibly close and whispered, “do me a favor and do that more often, please, sweetie?”

“sylus!” you flushed, smacking his arm.

the said man just chuckled, pressing a hot, possessive kiss to your neck, his eyes still locked on your shared reflection in the mirror.

“let me see what you’re talking about, ‘leb,” you encourage with a subtle excitement, setting your phone down on the couch in preparation for him to fully open the door left ajar and give you another 360 turn like he’s done with every piece he’s tried on.

you already knew exactly what he was talking about. it’s precisely why you bought the item he questions in the first place. it’s also why you had no shame in the heat pooling in your stomach for what was revealed when he finally stood before you in the doorway.

from his wide and broad shoulders made more prominent by the black turtleneck greedily clinging to his muscular frame, strong forearms on display, and the black slacks that he continued to meddle with the silver buckle of, caleb was a prime representation of what one would surely classify as walking sex.

“see what i mean?” he huffs as if the perfection bestowed upon you was some kind of issue, arms falling to his sides to give you a proper look with him unmoving. oh, you were seeing alright. his nipples peaked beneath the material and the defined outline of his abs were giving you something beyond 20/20 vision.

“baby,” you exhale with your thighs pressing together, gaze trailing from his pink lips pursed in thought to the front of his pants that keeps one of your favorite things about him confined. “you look… really fucking good.”

his eyes widen and immediately does his cheeks grow rosy at your unfiltered compliment, that signature awkward laugh you adore making a cute addition to it all. he rubs the back of his neck shyly. “really? ya like it that much?”

“mhm,” you promise. “i’m literally throbbing in my panties right now, are you kidding me?”

“oh, c’mon… you’re playin’ with me, right? no way this is turning you on.” he gestures to his outfit and can barely attempt to act unfazed by your lustful appreciation, not when you shift your hips ever so slightly after watching his bicep flex from running a hand down the toned length of his stomach.

“caleb, have i not made it known that every single thing you do makes me want to pounce on you?” your tongue swipes across your bottom lip as you stand. “i mean, can you blame me? i do have a really, really, attractive man in the sexiest outfit i’ve ever seen, standing in our living room after all.”

his eyes never leave yours the closer you get in your approach. “i must admit, i did size it down. figured you’d make it look good and it seems i was very right. but do you like it?”

“it’s… different. i’m not too sure yet. buuut, i do like the way you’re lookin’ at me when i’m in it, more than anything,” he admits, inhaling sharply through his teeth when your hands begin to caress his pecs over the shirt and make a swift sweep past his sensitive nipples.

“yeah?” you whisper. “can i see how much you do?” he misses the opportunity to answer as your actions do it for him when you slowly undo his pants with your gazes working hard to hold one another captive. the gentle clink of the metal unfastening makes the insistent ache in your pussy intensify and the breath in caleb’s body work double time to gain a semblance of control. much to your delight, the turtleneck gives you a captivating display of it all.

your fingertips graze pass the fine hair that starts just beneath his belly button and you follow the roadmap it offers to something that you’ve already grown quite accustomed to as you slip past the white band of his underwear before you make contact with his hardening cock. it’s hot and so, so heavy in your palm when you firmly wrap your hand around him.

“my sweet baby. seems you weren’t lying, huh?” he nearly came from your praise right then without shame.

his eyes flutter shut at the inebriating pressure you apply and his body shudders when you start to stroke him in agonizingly slow tugs. “you should know that i really like it, ‘leb. love it, in fact. you look so handsome, so strong…”

“p-pipsqueak…” your boyfriend mumbles, ears ringing from the way you smear the thick precum spilling from his tip around with your thumb and make a mess you internally promise to clean. with that and the loving kisses you press to his ticking jaw and right under his chin, caleb seemed to have developed a newfound appreciation for fashion in that moment. “please don’t stop… oh s-shit that’s… mmph—what about… just… l-let me touch you, too…”

“you wanna touch me?” you coo, grinning with a kiss to the pulse thumping in his neck. “soon.”

“please…” he murmurs before helplessly falling into you and burying his face in the crook of your neck with a deep inhale of relief as your scent adds to his bliss. your pace never falters, never increases and never slows. you simply play the desperate man like a fiddle that’s begging to be used. “s-so good… ‘m gonna—”

“awe, already? just a little more for me, caleb baby… you’re so pretty like this.” he can’t think straight. not at all. and it only grows more difficult when he can feel his balls tighten and cock twitch from how close he is. “let me hear you say it?”

“s-say what?” the muffled whimpers in your neck that accompany his question gathers more slick in your panties.

“that you’re pretty. that you deserve to look and feel this good all the time.”

“mm—i’m p-pretty… fuck pips, just wanna look pretty for you…” he can’t help himself, licking and sucking on your heated flesh the best his body allows in the midst of his words. “i deserve it. i d-deserve this…”

“there you go…” your hand snakes up his flexing muscles and into his soft hair with a firm grip. “we have to make sure you believe it, hm?”

only then do you stroke him faster, grinning as his choked moans after your unexpected efforts grow louder and louder. you wince when he gently bites your shoulder, feeling the pleasure of the sting immediately reach between your legs.

caleb captures your mouth soon after, kissing you hard and impatiently until his body jerks and warm sticky spurts of cum spill into your hand that doesn’t stop even when his legs are close to failing him after something so intense.

a comfortable silence surrounds you while you give him the time he needs to recover with even more presses of your lips to his slightly sweaty skin.

“i like this one the most,” he breathlessly chuckles, resting his forehead against yours. “aaand… i’m ready to show you how thankful i am.”

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