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Pairing: Aang x Top/Seme Male Reader x Sokka x Zuko

Summary: It's been years since you've seen any of the gaang, and the three male members have just been dying to get their hands on you.

Featuring: Oral/anal sex, straddling, biting, blood, hand job, cowgirl, no-prep, exhibitionism, infidelity, jealousy/possessiveness, blow job, creampie, prostate massaging, making out, temperature play, glowing body parts, minimal Sokka x Zuko at the end, and cum play.

WC: 4.7k

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The flicker that came from the flames presented in front of you did nothing short of create a beautiful scene. Their romantic glow caused an inconsistent cascade of light and shadow to mix in the cave you and the rest of the crew were in.

Of course, the master behind those flames was even more impressive himself. It had been a while since you had seen Zuko in person—hell, since you had seen any of the members from your teenage group. After everyone had decided to go their own way, there was never much time for you all to have a mutual meetup, as everybody was busy pursuing their own life.

Maybe it was a calling from a spirit that Aang needed all your guys' help on this mission. You did miss the dynamic and energy that came from being surrounded by the people closest to you; heaven knows you craved to be going back and forth with the guys or teasing the girls about something random.

In the midst of your zoning out, you suddenly heard an abrupt yet clear cough that came from your right. 

"Hey, Y/n, you okay?" probed the same voice that previously cleared its throat, seeming to add a slight playfulness to its tone as if to not discomfort you. "You've been burning holes into Zuko’s torso for a good minute now."

Blinking your eyes a few times, you zoned back in to realize that your pupils had been laser focused on the fire lord's chest. Immediately ripping your eyes away from his body, you looked at the floor instead, deciphering whether it would be better to explain yourself to who you now realized was Sokka on your right or apologize to Zuko for the unintentional staring contest with his pecs.

You ultimately decided to do both while keeping your gaze on the ground, assuming that would save you the most humiliation from the expressions plastered on your comrades’ faces.

"My bad, I guess I was too in my head and didn't realize where I was looking," you mumbled timidly, like a kid who was forced to say sorry by their guardian. On your right you heard Toph let out a cheeky snicker while Katara started to tease.

"What's so enthralling about Zuko’s chest that had you zoning out over it, huh?" the waterbender taunted, wrapping a lazy arm around Aang’s shoulders. She put a portion of her weight on him while eyeing you, her grin stretching across her face at the realization she struck gold in something to mess with you about when you covered your face with shame, groaning in response.

"It was nothing. I'm telling you, I got busy thinking and didn't pay attention to where my eyes were," you stated disgruntledly, trying to be as casual about the conversation topic as possible in hopes that it would make it die out faster.

"Yeah, right," Toph mocked, now starting to join in on the ridiculing that should've ended 30 seconds ago, "I bet you were doing it on purpose and are just making the zoning out thing up to not get caught."

The metalbender got more comfortable in her sideways position on the floor before looking in your direction. For a blind woman, she sure did have a talent for knowing where to look to make eye contact.

"You can admit Zuko is pretty handsome," she kept on going, manipulating a small rock to head in the firebender’s direction and circle his upper body. You dragged your eyes over to look at him, wondering if he was hating the situation as much as you, only to be met with a rather flustered expression.

Although he wasn't saying anything or interacting with the discourse, Zuko was visibly red in the face. His shoulders were nearly steaming from how hot he was.

'He's probably just surprised at the direction the conversation went in,' you reasoned, not questioning his reaction much. 'It's nothing.'

Thinking about reactions, it had just dawned on you that neither of the other males in the room had said a single word since you apologized. Looking over at Sokka and Aang, you noticed that they seemed rather...tame with the whole theatrical.

They didn't seem overjoyed at the opportunity to dogpile on you about something silly like they usually would. Instead, their faces reflected that of hidden discontent. 

Sokka was wearing a smile like usual, but the ends of his mouth shifted from time to time as if he were forcing himself to do it for appearances. Aang was barely reciprocating Katara’s physical affection, spiritlessly wrapping his arm around her waist while mundanely looking around the room.

Their reactions were inherently odd compared to how you last remembered them acting. However, again, it has been several years since everyone's gotten together like this. Perhaps they've just grown up and changed.

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Nighttime had officially fallen, and everyone had mutually decided it was time to rest. After a bit of rearranging had been done to better set up for sleeping, the crew had started to pull out their own bed linens and do whatever else was needed before lying down. 

You had found yourself taking the space between Zuko and Sokka, dropping your blanket and slowly following it onto the ground as well. Sluggishly mumbling a goodnight to the rest of the group, you closed your eyes and instantly began dwindling into a limbo between wakefulness and sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.

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Gradually evening out your breathing, you tried focusing on the black behind your eyelids and disconnecting from the rest of your surroundings. In the process of doing so, though, you heard a shuffling coming from in front of you. 

‘Someone's just probably changing positions,’ you thought to yourself. ‘It's not like sleeping on a cave floor is the most ideal resting location.’

Just when you were about to return to your previous activity of zoning into nothingness, you heard something again, but this time it was coming near you. Someone was up, but that shouldn't bother you. There isn't any danger from anyone in the team. You're safe, and as far as you know nobody from the outside is coming in.

Still, you opened your eyes just to peek at who exactly it was and what they were doing at this hour of the night. You did not expect, however, to be met with Zuko hovering over you, his stature unwavering even as he came to realize you were, in fact, awake.

"Uhm, hey there, Zuko," you started, a slight concern present in your voice by the odd interaction. "Everything alright?" The buffer man did nothing but gaze down at you for a few more seconds.

It was when you were about to go in again with another question that he finally acted, kneeling down to meet you at face level and inching towards yours. Somewhat appalled by the action, you attempted to lean back and put some space between the two of you, but just as you were starting to, another hand made contact with your neck, halting your movement.

Slightly jumping at the unexpected intervention, you turned around to be met with Sokka already looking back at you, his loosened hair cascading over the front of his face, giving him a rather alluring appearance. 

"Why are you up?" Zuko grilled in a low voice, though it came out more like a statement with how harsh his voice sounded. While asking, he leaned forward again, but this time his body language came off more territorial than usual. Your knees bumped together as he took a hold of your forearm, seeming as if ready to drag you away from the other man.

"The same reason you are," Sokka bit back, pulling out a smile as he gave Zuko an all-knowing look. You now wore a perplexed expression, completely unaware of whatever hidden message was being spelled out behind the pair’s short sentences to one another. What exactly was Zuko here to do?

You didn't have to wait much longer for that question to be answered, though, as Sokka pulled his arm back—your hair that was held by that same hand went with it. He forced the back of your head onto his collarbone, instantly diving into an open-mouth kiss. The tactician’s tongue played inside your mouth, making room for itself without prior notice.

Your eyes widened at the intrusion, too surprised to take any immediate action. Too caught up in the obscurity of the moment to fight back or do anything but make an alarmed noise. 

"You—" Zuko spat out, catching himself before going off the handle over what he was seeing in front of him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Everyone should've been asleep, and the two of you should be kissing. Yet, now that the situation has been changed, there's nothing he can do except modify his plan.

The flame king clenched his teeth, taking a breath before crawling towards you. Just because Sokka landed the first move didn't mean it was over for him. He slowly brought his hands to rest on your thighs, using them as leverage to put his weight as he neared your necks. The firebender began to leave soft kisses from your collarbone to your neck, finding home on one of your scent glands and beginning to suck. If Sokka got the first kiss, he was going to be the first to leave a mark on you.

You groaned into Sokka’s mouth at the sensation on your neck, subconsciously wrapping a hand around Zuko’s waist to keep him there. The man who was responsible for tonguing you seemed to take notice of this, a new rage filling him at the reciprocation in touch. How come Zuko got it and not him? Why were you even looking at his chest earlier? Did everything have to always be about him?

Deep in his thoughts, Sokka ripped his lips away from yours and dug into your neck instead. However, he wasn't as sweet with his markings as the fire lord. The inventor locked his canines into the skin in between your shoulder and neck, biting down without a second thought. An uncomfortable grunt came from your throat. Moving your irises down to look at the skin after feeling a trickling wet sensation on it, only to be met with your own blood flowing down and seeping into your clothes.

"W-what did you do?" you asked, a visible quiver in your voice at the fact that you already knew the answer. Sokka dragged his eyes back to your own, a small grin of satisfaction on his face. Lowering his head, he licked the open wound, not breaking eye contact with you as he lapped up the spilling red liquid. That seemed to have gotten your attention away from the other male.

While in a dazed state and still looking at the clear bite mark on your trapezius, you heard another shuffle come from across the cave. That's when reality hit you again: there were several other people in the lair that could wake up at any given moment and see the scenario unfolding.

Although you told yourself that scared you, and your stomach filled with anxiety at the thought, you somehow felt an additional mix of arousal at the idea too. That small drop of it must've been enough to cause your body to react, as you felt yourself growing.

Zuko seemed to notice it too, looking down to be met with a clear bulge sticking forward in your pants. Continuing to gaze at it, he moved one hand away from your thigh and cupped your clothed penis. A ragged breath tore through your lips at the feeling. This caused the fire lord to snap his head back up, looking at your pleased expression and uneven breathing that was mildly hitting his face.

A blush crept up his cheeks as he swallowed down the saliva that had unknowingly been building up in his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he whispered, letting himself catch a small peck from your unguarded lips before lowering his head to be between your legs. Though the contact of lips merely lasted for a second, you could feel just how high his body temperature was. Had he not been the leader of the Fire Nation, you would have become concerned at just how hot he was. 

You got distracted from his steamy kiss, however, when you heard the shuffling from before again, but this time it seemed more consistent. Hearing a groan, you turned your head to be met with Aang slowly waking up. Your heart started beating even harder, a mix of feelings seeping into your skin. 

The moment you were experiencing had happened so fast that you hadn't even thought to yourself what you would do if another member woke up. You hadn't exactly wanted this, so should you ask for help? Yet again, you weren't exactly fully opposed either. 

Not much time to think was given, though, before the airbender rubbed any sleepiness he had left over from his eyes and scanned the view in front of him. After shifting his now wide eyes back and forth and analyzing what was going on, his pupils ultimately landed on you. Staring back at him, you said nothing, but your expression was an amalgamation of panic, anxiety, and arousal.

A beat passed without anyone saying anything, but eventually the avatar slowly rose from his bed, walking more casually than you would've expected towards the scene. Squatting down in front of you, he cupped your face and leaned into a kiss. His kiss was less intense and aggressive than Sokka’s, but just as hungry. He let himself moan into the kiss, seemingly enjoying the small yet heated act of intimacy.

"Not gonna say hello or anything before crashing the party?" probed Sokka through heavy breaths. One of his hands was down his pants and the other up his shirt, twitching his right nipple. He had become so spellbound by the bite mark he left on you that he'd been lapping and sucking on it for minutes, getting off at just how dark and noticeable he could make that singular mark of his on your skin.

Aang spared him a glance before returning his attention back to you, not completely in the mood for talking.

"It's not like there's much to say. And anyways, I obviously showed up late, so I have some catching up to do." He simply stated, closing his eyes to continue the kiss while slowly reaching to hold one of your hands. 

By this point you had stopped including rationality or morals into the mix. You were so drawn in by the kiss that it hadn't even hit you that out of all three men, Aang was very much taken. The man who was necking you like he needed you in order to breathe was in a relationship with a woman who was less than 20 feet away from you.

The thought itself punched your gut with guilt, but with the way he was kissing you the negative feeling slowly transitioned into one of excitement. You eagerly kissed back, letting the airbender intertwine your guys' hands together as you made out. It wasn't your responsibility anyway to deal with the way people went about their relationships.

A sharp inhale was forced into your lungs as you felt a warm sensation overtake your cock. Slightly opening your eyes, you lowered your vision to be met with Zuko and his mouth wrapped around your shaft. You could see the tip of it poke out through his cheek as he made his best attempt at taking you all in. 

Utilizing your free hand, you moved it over to be on top of his head, caressing and petting his hair in a way of showing praise for his actions. The lord peered back up at you, his half-lidded eyes making their best attempt to stay on you as he swallowed, making more space in his throat for your dick to pierce through. 

"Lean back for me, baby," heaved out the strategist behind you, freeing the hand latched to his nipple and making a feeble attempt at pushing your shoulder down to put you on your back. You obliged, momentarily removing your hand from Zuko’s head—who seemed rather saddened by the missing physical contact—to balance yourself as you lay on your back, stretching your legs out to give the one between them better access.

Aang followed you down the whole way, continuing to smooch you like a lovesick puppy. It really started to make you wonder just how devoted he was to Katara with how feverishly he was about a simple kiss.

When he leaned back to catch his breath, Sokka took that as an opportunity to use your mouth for himself. Putting a hand on your chest, he used his other to peel off any clothing item that was on his lower body. Once they were discarded, he crawled closer to you, putting a leg on either side of your neck and straddling your face.

Without even needing to speak, you knew what he wanted to do and instantly cooperated, moving one hand to get a firm hold on his thighs as you helped lower him onto your face. Now that your mouth was taken, the avatar resorted to kissing your free hand instead, slowly moving it over to his lips. The wet sensation of his tongue rolling around your middle and index fingers was felt directly as he sucked on them while palming himself through his pants. 

You laid your tongue flat under Sokka’s ass, licking a long line from his balls to his brown hole. This seemed to appease him, evident by the strained exhale that left his lips. Deciding to stop teasing, you went for the real motive. Pointing your tongue, you wiggled it into his anus, letting a finger you had previously wet tease around the edges before ultimately sinking in too. The inventor arched his back at the intrusion, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep his voice down while you worked your way into his hole.

The change in pace seemed to have struck a nerve for the element bender more down south. Zuko retracted his lips away from your cock and impatiently started to part ways with his lower-body garments as well. Throwing them off to the side, he inched closer to your midbody, deciding to straddle your hips before he made a reach for your cock again.

By this point Aang had soaked your fingers in enough of his saliva that it dripped down the back of your hand and onto your wrist. He pulled back from it, a string still connecting to your middle finger before fully detaching. 

Lowering his pants just enough to unsheathe his cock, he moved your hand over to position it in a way that your palm would immediately make contact with his base. As you felt around it, you wrapped your hand around his dick with a firm hold, going to toy with the tip and realizing it was already leaking pre-cum. 

A groan left your mouth and reverberated into Sokka’s tight walls as you felt Zuko’s warm ones take in your cock. The sensation mildly came off as painful first due to the lack of prep he had done for himself, too eager to have you inside him to consider the faults of his rushed plan.

However, his walls were soooo warm. He absolutely lived up to the fire lord name with how heated and comfortable the muscles taking your penis in were. A small groan of discomfort left his mouth at the initial penetrating sensation, but eventually he started to move, not seeming to let the tenuous pain get in his way.

“Do you feel it, Y/n?” he called out, looking down at the visible bump in his stomach from your cock. He felt himself twitch just from the sight below him. Moving a hand over to lay it over the protruding skin, he instinctively tightened around you even more. “We’re one now, too.”

He placed his hands on your torso while swaying his hips, moving them in a circular motion as he made his best attempt to properly ride you. Although the lack of preparation made for an uncomfortable start, the more he grinded down on your dick, the more tolerable it became.

Just when he was about to start speeding up, the side of your cock hit a bundle of nerves that made him gasp, suddenly freezing at the spike of pleasure he felt. When he tried moving again, he realized it was a lot harder to hit that same spot with the way he was positioned. 

He grounded his feet on the floor, taking a squatting position before beginning to bounce up and down on your dick. The change had absolutely helped, as he was more frequently able to make contact with the spot.

"U-ughhh, Y/n, Y/n, Y-Y/n, this feels really good," whined the man, getting cock-drunk the more stretched out his walls became from your erect piece of flesh. His eyes started to unfocus as he didn't know where to look while feeling this almost unbearable amount of pleasure.

With Zuko now having a repeated pace he was fucking himself on your cock with, it caused you to also start reacting to the building feeling in your abdomen. Pulling your finger out of Sokka’s anus, you wrapped your hand around his thigh, squeezing it as a method to mildly ground yourself. 

Focusing instead on protruding your tongue as deep as you could inside him, you used that hand to push him even closer to your face. 

While moving your tongue near the middle of his walls, he suddenly clenched around your tongue, letting out a small mewl and clawing at your thorax. Seeing this as a good sign, you repeated your assault on that specific angle, locking your arm around his thigh when he tried rising from your tongue or squirming away. 

With your opposite hand, you had started to fully jerk Aang off, utilizing the pre he had been leaking as a form to more smoothly glide your hand on his cock. He had been able to better handle the sensation of pleasure than the other two men, focusing on keeping his breathing evened and as quiet as possible. 

Yet, even with not being as loud as them, his pleasure could be visibly seen by his arrows actively glowing. He had also put a portion of his weight on one arm, slowly starting to feel himself collapse the closer he got to reaching his high. Even with his energies being down, though, he made an attempt at reciprocating your actions by repeatedly pushing his hips forward, humping your hand in return for the service. 

"T-thank you f-for this, Y/n," he huffed out, trying to put together words without letting out an audible moan. With the hand not supporting his weight, he laid it on your forearm, wanting to have more physical contact with you even aside from the one already taking place.

"I-I," Zuko whimpered, taking in a few breaths before trying his sentence again, "I'm going to cum soon." Had you not been tongue-deep in Sokka’s ass, you would’ve realized that the firebender was heating up like crazy. 

Aside from his walls sucking you in so warmly, his back—leading up to his shoulders—and thighs were releasing steam at a rapid pace. It’s surprising he hasn’t caught on fire by this point.

Sokka agreed with his message by nodding his head, opening his mouth to speak, but only an airy moan came out.

"Me too," he added, biting his lip the closer he got to his climax. He’d started grinding his hips back into your face, alternating from shifting away at your abuse towards his prostate. “I-I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Out of the three men fondling you, the air nomad was the only one that stayed more so quiet, seeming too caught up on your hand pumping him to care about the other two’s words. Yet, he too felt himself building up and getting ready to explode. Anyone could tell, really, if they simply looked at him. He was lighting up like a glow stick the closer he got to reaching his peak.

Five more bounces later and Zuko had started shaking, his orgasm overtaking him as he clenched and unclenched around your cock. He wasn’t able to actually say anything, but small strained noises left his lips while he aimlessly looked up at the ceiling of the cave. 

His seed spilled all over your stomach, dripping down to nearly reach your belly button. The flame king’s breathing continued to waver as he felt his limbs collapsing, the overexertion from riding you taking a toll now that the high was coming to an end.

But it didn't come without the seeping of your own semen starting to fill him too. He softly gasped as he let himself hunch over, using your cum-splattered stomach for leverage while you let your load out inside him.

Sokka came next, the moans from you reaching your own peak being the last thing he needed to be thrown over the edge and climax as well. His thighs tightened around your head as he bit his hand to cheaply cover his moans. He tipped his cum on your pecs, some of it still dripping from his tip, painting little dots in the middle of your collarbone.

As Sokka and Zuko both were catching their breaths, stooped over and holding onto a part of your core for leverage, they timidly made eye contact. They were practically breathing on each other from how close in proximity they were. 

The non-bender decided to make the move first, and he weakly reached out for the flamebender’s face, pulling him into a tired and messy kiss. Although mildly surprised, the other didn't pull back and soon started to kiss back. The two silently rejoiced in the kiss, seemingly content with what they got out of tonight.

Aang finished last, an extra few pumps from you being enough to finally join the rest of you in the euphoria that came with experiencing sexual relief.

With his mouth agape but no sound coming out of it, his arrows maintained an unwavering glow throughout his whole orgasm, and his eyes fully went bright for a few seconds before calming down. His cum dribbled onto your closed hand, gradually slipping downwards and seeping into the web space between your thumb and index finger.

When the avatar finally came to—with wobbly breaths and tears poking at the corners of his eyes—and saw the mess of himself in your now-relaxed fist, he used that as a weak opportunity for the two of you to "unite" as well.

Shakily moving the hand previously grabbing yours, he slid it over to your knuckles, extending his fingers to intertwine his hand with yours once again, letting his still-warm semen mix into both of your palms. That was his personal compromise for not getting to have a part of you inside him.

Everyone seemed to have been satisfied for tonight.

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The next day you had mysteriously risen with a fever. Nothing deadly, but definitely not well enough for you to move much for the day.

"You were just fine yesterday," stated Katara, organizing her bag before getting started on whatever needed to be done that day. "I just don't understand where this could have come from in such little time."

"Maybe those guys chasing us had something to do with it," guessed Toph, shrugging her shoulders while putting her hair up. It's true, there hadn't been that big of a time window in between yesterday, when you were doing just fine, and today, when you're practically bedridden.

But there definitely had been a lot of action, and none of the men in the room seemed to want to offer any explanation for your sudden decrease in health.

"I'm not too sure what happened, but someone should stay near Y/n while the rest of us go out," the waterbender sighed, seeming both concerned and irritated at your condition.

"The three of us can stay behind, and you two look for resources today," chimed Sokka, getting closer to you and putting a hand to your forehead, checking your body temperature. "There's a decent chance someone might locate us here, and if that happens we won't be able to move as efficiently with one of us being weaker."

Katara wanted to interject, but Zuko and Aang cut her short by immediately expressing their agreement with Sokka’s idea. She eventually gave up on proposing any other agenda and went on her way with Toph, leaving you alone with the three other men.

Nothing to worry about anyways; they were obviously going to take good care of you.

synopsis. when choso dresses up as little red riding hood for a halloween party, what he doesn’t expect is his campus crush, you, to show up as the big bad wolf. “so, which one is it, little red? trick? or dick?” wc. 3.1k

tags. top! reader, bottom! choso. reader has a cock. little red riding hood!choso, big bad wolf!reader. roleplay sex, anal sex, predator/prey dynamics, pet names (mr wolf, little red, pup), crossdressing, exhibitionism, belly bulge, rimming, slut-shaming, dry humping, creampie, male squirting. sex, tension and fluff at a 50/40/10 ratio

a/n. had sooo much fun writing this. happy late halloween & enjoy <3

Choso hadn’t even considered the possibility of you attending the same Halloween party. That meant that him dressing up as Little Red Riding Hood—and you showing up as the Big Bad Wolf—was pure coincidence. 

Or fate, as Yuki had phrased, wearing an annoying smirk. 

He hadn’t wanted to dress up, much less go to a party. Staying at home, curled up on the couch with salted popcorn and a marathon of slasher films, sounded infinitely more appearling. But according to the forces of the universe, being a college student meant that socializing was inevitable. Before he could protest, he’d been shoved into a room with a short red dress, thigh-highs, and a handful of accessories, then manhandled into the back of a car. 

And now here he was—dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. 

Or rather, an alternate version of the tale where she had gotten lost on the way to her grandmother’s house and joined an emo rock band instead. The fit was complete with a basket of candy he held in one arm, watching as the love of his life paraded his Big Bad Wolf costume across the room. Okay. Maybe that wasn’t part of the story. 

✴︎ Re9!Leon…groaning and tilting his head back because you simply couldn’t help yourself and had to get a taste of him. His hand was on the side of your face, lightly pressed against your cheek as you dragged your tongue up his cock in a looong strip. His breathing was getting faster and he was closer to cumming than he was ten seconds ago.

“Fuck..c’mon.” He was getting sick of your teasing. Since you think he’s gone through well enough today, you decide to spare him and give him what he wants. Or maybe you can keep messing with him until he asks nicely? Your choice.

✴︎ Re9!Leon…letting a very quiet whimper slip from his lips. Your hands felt too good and he just couldn’t help himself. His hips pushed forward, seeking more pleasure and attention than he was already getting. “Greedy thing, aren’t you?” You shook your head, trying to hide your smile. All he did was whine in response.

Your hands were slippery and they glided along his cock easily thanks to his previous load. You thought about that sound you heard from him about a minute ago, and how you wanted to hear it again. So you quickened your pace and teased his tip just a bit, smearing his pre all over. Just those actions seemed enough for Leon, because he could be heard letting out a few, much louder sounds than before.

…jabbers high off his mind, out freaking you— in midst of what was supposed to be a training session soon turns into a fuck session…art credits [kurtiness on tumblr]

…cuming untouched…dry!humping…rough!fucking…mean!reader…hate!fucking…masochist!Jabber…

…JABBER…

“Hmm…hehe— we should—uh…let’s fuckkk” eyes lolling back as he mindlessly giggled into your neck, cheeks stained red from takin hits, a pout then a sniffle “still hurts y’knowwww— freak.—shit.”

You thought a harsh kick to the stomach would bring the bumbling fool back, but all you got in return were muffled giggles “fuckkk.. I’m so hard righttt now… wanna do it?” again with the requests, this wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. The same thing as always. He’d ask to train, ask for a fight, n it’d always end up with you on top of him, his fucked up face stuffed into the dirt.

Sitting on top of him, you could tell he wasn’t exactly..lying. “shit— you’re so fucking weird” your attempts at swiftly getting up were halted as he wrapped his legs around you, the sides of his torn up thighs encasing you,

hips jerkin up to you, or atleast— trying to, in his tired state n with your whole weight on him it was harder then usual- ‘SLAP’

“Mhm-“ a harsh jerk of his neck, his eyes flashing with surprise he grabbed your wrist, the hand that marked his cheek, you were fed up with his antics, his face stayed pressed against the dirt as his hazy eyes stared into yours his teeth bitting into his lips “harder.”

”you’re fuckin crazy.” Anger had your hands wrapped around his neck, his breath hitching as he threw his head back “fuucckkkk” a chocked out sound. hand digging into the dirt as the one on your wrist pressed into your flesh. Fingers digging into your skin.

“You like this dontcha’ fuckin whore.” His hips pushed up trying to find some friction but with his head in the clouds and you already having done a number on him it was an effort that remained unreciprocated. “hmm.. yeahhh— fuckkk”

his eyes rolled back as droll seeped down the sides of his mouth opening and closing like a fish, desperate for air. Blood seeped down your hands as his fingers continued digging into them, your flesh buried under his nails

Your fingers tightened against his neck, veins popping, those incoherent mumbling of his came to a stop, jaw slack, his fingers stilled their digging— did he just cum??? Looking down, there was a large wet spot on his pants, slimy globs of cum seeped through his pants and stuck to you. “Fucking disgusting.”

slapping his face to the other side, all he could do was giggle, childlike giggles muffled by the hands on his throat he gasped for air. With one final squeeze you let him go, watching as he gasped for air, chest rising up and down erratically, deep red hand prints were left on his neck already bruising. The hand that had buried itself in the dirt now waved around in search of something to grab onto, so you relented, grabbing his distressed hand, letting your fingers intertwine, with a sting you freed your other hand away from his grip, your blood stained hands went up to his face. Wiping away the tears that had welled up,

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It was really annoying that he still introduced himself as your best friend wherever you went, reaffirming the relationship, even though you’ve been sucking each other off for a little under two months. He’d limit the relationship and lie, with, “Well, yeah, I’m your best friend I would know!”, or “Hi, I’m his best friend!”, “Keeping secrets from your best friend?”-- it was so goddam annoying and irritating, and you restrained yourself from correcting him.

Well, technically he wasn’t wrong- you met in elementary and became super close in middle school, but fuck, you knew you loved him the second you set eyes on him. You however, never thought about bringing it up to him at all, not when he was slightly homophobic, he was straight, and, painfully, he thought you were straight.

Even still, it was frustrating that he didn’t even dare call himself your situationship or anything of the likes even when you two were alone.

You still remember the first time your friendship had crossed past the line of no return, your worries proven wrong as he acted like nothing had happened. Unfortunately, he played that role too well– still acting as if you two were nothing more than childhood buddies with a normal relationship.

Your memory of that night says different, though.

It started out with you and your roommates celebrating passing the midterms, but too tired to actually plan anything– you all settled for ordering pizza and lazing around the living room, playing multiplayer games with strangers who could easily tell you were not straight-minded with one of the guys’ awful tasting homemade cocktails. You settled for taking straight tasteless shots, and you consuming a little more than you usually would.

The place wasn’t trashed, but it would definitely be a pain cleaning tomorrow, as everybody tried to pin the blame on someone else and avoid doing the work. You glanced at him- he was a lightweight, and obviously out of it– his face was flushed, he was still holding a half cup of whatever cocktail he had picked up, staring at nothing as his fingers drummed on the floor.

You watched the pattern- it was the mario kart song, and you realized one of the guys had at some point hooked up your switch and booted the game. You were too out of it to protest, and you know they’d be careful anyway. Probably. You glanced around the room. One was still on his phone, two were on the switch, one guy had passed out on the couch, and he was sitting a bit away from you. You tipped your head back with your glass to your lips, only to realize it was empty.

The last drop fell on your tongue, and the liquid courage flooded you, and you scooched over to him.

“Hey.” You nudged him with your knee. He slowly turned his head to you, his head lolling just a bit. Shit, he was so out of it. “Wanna head to our room?” He shook his head. “Not even for cards?” He stilled, contemplating. “Sure, why not.”

He got up with a groan, stumbling into you, and pushing you towards the stairs. “Go set up the game…” He heads towards the washroom. “‘ll be there in a second.” He mumbles, struggling to walk straight.

You obey, going to your shared room and setting up the game. He walks in just as you finish.

-

Twenty minutes later and four rounds won by you, he’d furrowing his eyebrows, staring at his cards. “Hey. Be honest.” He picks at his cards. “You’re cheating right? You did something to the cards while I was gone? Huh?”

You stifle a laugh. “No, you’re just really drunk.”

His pout is pronounced as he chews his cheek. “Whatever man. You cheated, you dick.”

“You just want to feel better about sucking.” You laugh as he scowls, dropping his cards. He shoves at your chest, obviously much harder than he meant to, because he’s stumbling into you. “Sorry.” He mumbles as he corrects himself.

You teasingly shove him as well, but you too underestimate your strength, as the momentum takes you forward, your knee lands in the pile of cards, he’s grabbing your arms to steady the two of you, sending you tumbling into him.

You’re pinning him to the floor, now, trying your best not to fall on him. You stay there for a few seconds, situation still catching up to you. Neither of you make a move, breathing shallow as you stare into each other’s eyes.

You just had to get up- that was all you would have to do, because it was all an accident, which could be fixed if you just got off of him–Your eyes track to his lips, unintentionally– he notices it. “Hey.” He calls, probably to stop you. You ignore him, leaning in, eyes trained in his lips.

“Hey.” He tries again, your face getting closer. He might've tried to say it again, but your lips are on his now, a press of mouth to mouth. An innocent peck. You pull away for a short second before going back in, this time trying to force him to open his mouth.

Your tongue darts out, licking his lips, and he allows it, opening his mouth tentatively, slowly, letting your tongue shove its way into his mouth. The kiss turns sloppy, neither of you coherent enough to try to synchronize with the other. You pull off with bated breath, hoping he wouldn’t comment something that’d crush your hopes and dreams.

“Hey.” You hold your breath. “This… this isn’t gonna change our relationship, right?” He says it with an adorable pout, eyebrows furrowed. Your heart aches at the implication.

“Of course.” You say– not really answering the question, avoiding it but still replying to it. He’s still confused, and before he can ask for clarification, you’re on him again, lips locked and tongue running all over his mouth. His legs loosen up from the criss cross position they were in, allowing you closer. You take the opportunity, bringing your knee in between his thighs– then you feel it.

You pull away with a barely contained smirk.

You barely hold back your smirk. “You’re hard.” You state the obvious, and he shies away. “So you like that, huh? Yeah? You like being pinned down and kissed by me?”

His face was a brilliant red and obviously not from the alcohol as much as your knee pressing his hard on.

He finally glances back towards you. “Do…. Do you wanna help me with it..?” Your eyes widen and your dick twitches in interest.

That’s how you found yourself between his legs, which were thrown over your shoulder as he shudders above you, sitting on the edge of your bed. You were working on him desperately, expertly, holding his hips down as your head continuously bobbed up and down, tongue doing its best to add to the effort. His earlier words rang in your head. “Our relationship won’t change, right?” They pushed you to work harder, more intimately, to prove to him… you don’t know what, but just to prove to him.

The room resounded with slurps and gulps and his breathy voice that was obviously trying his best to hold back his moans. His arms held his weight, unsure where to place them, head rolling back as you continued your feverish movements., aiming to please.

He gasps sharply as you take him to the base, tongue pressing up against the underside as you constrict your throat. You did your best to hold back the gag, loosening and tightening your throat. He leaned forward, hunching over you as he presses his hands on your head. “Wait… ah, gimme a second…”

As long as he didn’t say stop, you were glad. You pull to the tip, slowly, before letting his dick drop from your mouth. He whimpers at the loss and your smirk, licking your lips. “I didn’t say stop, you jerk…”

You let go of his thighs, gently pushing him back to the bed. “Just stay down and let me.” His dazed eyes looked down at you as you went back down between his legs. You kiss his tip. “Does it feel good?” He nods, a high moan coming out as he closes his eyes.

“How good?” You slowly stroke him, running your tongue over the slit.

“Hngh? Really… really good.” He pants out, arms crossing over his eyes, hips wriggling into the warmth of your hand.

“Mm.” You put him in your mouth only to pull away. “Better than your ex?”

“What?” He tries to sit up, but your hand pushes firmly on his chest. You loom over him, slowly jerking him and keeping him down.

“I said, it’s better than your ex, right?”

“No! That- that’s gay.” He whines like he can’t bear the idea of saying that, that it’ll make him what he so dreads.

“If you say that I’m better at giving head than your ex, then it’s gay? But letting me suck you off isn’t?” You chuckle at the absurdity, slowing down your strokes. You hated how he’s treating this. “C’mon.”

“But… I can’t. Please don’t make me.” His watery eyes look up at you, and you want to kiss him. So you do, brushing his hair away from his forehead, pressing your tongue against his, still stroking him slowly. He’s letting out a pathetic noise, and you swallow all of them, forcing your tongue around his mouth.

Pulling away, you meet his eyes. “C’mon, just say it, and I’ll let you cum. You can do it.”

He sobs, pushing you away. “So mean, you’re so mean.” You only smile, grabbing one of his hands, kissing his fingers. Your hand stopped stroking him completely, and he’s left bucking his hips into it. “Please, please!”

You shrug your shoulders, resuming slow kisses to his tip.”Okay, okay!” He chews his lip and mumbles, “It’s better… it’s better than hers.”

That was all you needed, really, but you pushed it. “Nuh uh, that’s not enough.”

He glares at you through his fingers. “Fuck you… fine, you big asshole, head from you is so much better than from my ex!”

You hum in approval and put your mouth back where it belongs, and he moans a sigh of relief, hands crawling to grip your hair. You moan around him, deepthroating him, dragging your tongue up, hollowing your cheeks– anything to make him cum. And he does, because he’s never had such an intense blowjob before. You keep still as his tip splurts to your throat, and he gasps as he feels you swallowing around him, encouraging as much as you can until he feels it’s too much, sits up and is pushing you away.

You pull off, an obscene sight as a mixture of saliva and cum still connects you to his tip before it snaps. Reaching up to grab his hair, you force him to kiss you, having him taste himself again. He gags a bit, but lets you do it anyway, letting your tongue invade how it pleases.

You push him down and grind your own boner against him. He whimpers pathetically, eyes widening. “What?” You smirk at his surprised look. “Didn’t think you were gonna get the best head in your life for free, did you?”

Now you have him between your legs, watching him struggle to push your cock further into his mouth, one hand holding your thigh, the other holding the base.. He had said no in the beginning, complaining that it’ll never fit, but after pleas and coaxing from you, he finally got to work. You tried your best not to do anything to help him, making him do all the work. It was cute to see the frustration on his face.

He spits it back out, but his hand never stopped stroking, like it didn’t want to let go. “I cannnn’t.” He whines, flopping his head onto your leg.

“Yes you can, c’mon. I’ll help you.” You stroke his hair and he sighs, pushing his head towards your hand. He was so adorable like this, pliant, wanting your touch. He puts his mouth back around the tip, face scrunching up.

“Hg, I shouldn’t feel your teeth, babe.” His eyes shoot up to yours, and he has a pretty flush on his face, but he’s glaring. “Okay, okay, jeez.” You pet his head to calm him, seeing how he really was like a puppy. He covers his bottom teeth with his tongue, and opens his jaw as wide as possible. His eyes are looking up at yours, and you can feel the ask of approval. “Yeah, just like that.” You smile, ruffling his hair.

He takes you deeper, keeping mind of his teeth. He perks up at a groan from you and starts slowly bobbing his head. His saliva drips onto his hands, and it takes all your restraint not to shove his head down and force your tip to his throat.

His hand keeps stroking you awkwardly, trying to shove more into his mouth. “You okay?”

He hums a positive, and you bite your lip, grunting. He likes the reaction, groaning around your length. He pushes further, eyes tearing up. Surprisingly, he’s a natural, breathing fine, tilting his head and hollowing his cheeks. You bite back a groan at every inevitable brush of the teeth, but otherwise, he’s doing great.

“Mph, you’re doing good, really good.” You pet his head, encouraging more into him. Of course, he couldn’t take you further without gagging just yet. But you hold him down, cum into his mouth, and he frowns, but stills, taking you so well. You hold him there and have him swallow it. He pulls off, fake-gagging.

“Eugh! That’s gross.” He coughs, and collapses onto you. You pant, feeling good that you’ve finally, somehow crossed the line you thought you’d never be able to. You look down at him, nuzzling into your body, and drag him up by the shoulders so he’s properly resting on your chest.

You gently caress his hair and soon hear snoring.

-

Well, that was two months ago. Since then, naturally, you never let him forget it, ‘helping’ him jerk off, sucking him and vice versa. He was reluctant at first, but now he comes to you, asking cutely. “...Can’t without you no more. Feels weird.” He’ll blush and ask you to relieve him. You gladly do.

But he was such a coy little minx, always dodging the next step. You were getting greedy, you wanted more. You always restrained yourself, of course, because what if he ran away? You couldn’t deal with it if he decided to leave your life. You were starving.

twt link… moaning against your mouth because he forgot how to kiss.

it all started so innocently, just two “friends” cuddling together—what’s wrong with that? and now the room is too hot—should we take off our shirts?

the two of you were just laughing, making jokes like it was just another day, the kind of jokes that'd make anyone question your relationship. you pretended to ignore the sheen layer of sweat that glistened on his skin, the goosebumps that erupted when your fingers brushed his skin.

he pretended not to notice your nervous swallow when he rested his head on your chest, though he watched your adams apple bob his periphery.

then it was silent. the sheets ruffled as you adjusted, awkward huffs of air when the positioning still wasn't right.

“let me try…”

though you weren’t expecting him to roll on top of you and plant his palms on your chest with such a feverish expression. grinding his hips down, pulling a sharp gasp out of you, and he bit his lips to stop the whine he would've let out.

what a silly boy, thinking he’d be the one to control the pace—his arms were weak the second you slipped your cock past his puckering hole. you had no mercy, using your hands to keep him up, fingers twisting and tugging his sensitive nipples as you pleased.

your lips met, and for a moment, it was tame.

but he just couldn’t get enough, now messily lapping against your mouth, trying to savor every hushed sound of pleasure that escaped your throat as he sucked you back in with every roll of his hips.

oh, he was dying for this.

Mayhaps Sycophancy

❧࿔*:･༄˖°.Pairing: Homelander × Male Reader

⤷.Contains: Homelander being needy, cock-warming(oral); manipulation, blackmail, praise, Homelander rubbing one out while you're asleep (<- mentioned); coercion, set-up with planted evidence (<- implied);﹙Requested﹚

Those weak, pathetic humans don't know what they need. He can protect them but who will keep that temper of his at bay? Now, that's where you step in.

⋆˚꩜｡ A SPECIAL GIFT.

summary. boring birthday after boring birthday, your coworkers have had enough! they decide to bring you to a high-end strip club to celebrate your 25th. amongst the drinks and sweaty bodies, you meet a man so mean, yet so hot, it makes you wanna go insane. but you’re gonna have to tame him first.

tags: power!bottom sukuna to bratty!bottom sukuna, stripper!sukuna, sub!top to top!reader, overworked & lonely!reader, height difference (sukuna’s taller), big dick reader, crossdressing, drunk!reader, implied manager!toji & uraume, oral sex, anal sex, creampie & breeding kink, cum gurgling & swallowing, hints of praise kink, hint of dumbification, fluff at the end. slightly ooc sukuna near the end

wc: 4k

a/n: this is mostly unedited as well. i’m no pussy (i also enjoyed making this way too much which is why it’s 4k words & it’s my magnum opus. i do not use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations.)

Turning 25 wasn’t as big a deal as all your friends made it out to be. It certainly didn’t feel that big to you. No matter how many congratulations and hugs you received from family members and friends alike.

Even the thought of celebrating your birthday usually made you sigh and roll your eyes. Before you met your coworkers, your idea of a ‘birthday party’ was a store bought chocolate cake, a single candle, and the quiet atmosphere of your apartment to keep you company while you thought about all the work deadlines you had the potential of missing.

So sure, you can understand why they seemed so upset by the thought of you spending your birthday alone, but that didn’t exactly mean you wanted to change that routine.

Sadly, you weren’t given a choice. Because as soon as the clock struck 7pm, your coworkers practically had to wrestle you out of your office chair and toss you into the backseat of their car, whooping and cheering all the way. What they had planned? You had no clue. But you know you sure as shit would’ve left work early if this was their idea of fun.

Glitter and smoke made the air thick, a cough erupting from your chest as it filled your lungs. Alongside that was the smell of sweat, and all kinds of perfumes and cologne. Music blares from the loud speakers close enough to make your skull ring, but not close enough to make it hurt. You felt like a wide eyed doe as they led you through the place, a hand on your back to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your way out when they weren’t looking. But with all these strobe lights on the ceiling blinding you with every spin, you weren’t sure that plan was even manageable.

A club. These guys brought you to a strip club to celebrate your 25th!?

You can’t even glance to your side to send a mean glare before a big arm wraps around your shoulders, your male coworker leaning in with a leering grin, “Well!? Happy birthday, man!” His voice is barely audible over the cheers of passing patrons who hear the news, making your cheeks flush. Either from embarrassment, or the heat of the room and the bodies around you.

A groan full of contempt slips out, your head tipping back to lean against your coworker’s shoulder. “Seriously, guys!? This is the best you could come up with!?” Yet it seemed they hadn’t caught your tone, instead snickering amongst themselves as they led you deeper into the club. A woman bumps into you as she walks past, turning to send a smile away as she vanishes into the crowd, the gold on her dress reflecting off the strobe lights to give a halo effect.

She wasn’t the only gorgeous woman in attendance, and you’d have to be an idiot to act like your eyes hadn’t caught on the figures of several dancers on stage, or the girls passing out drinks. It was a Friday after all, the day the club would be packed with young adults, people wanting a good time, and others wanting something to take the edge off. And your coworkers thought for sure you were the last option.

The arm around your shoulders tugs over to one of the purple cushioned couches, pushing you to sit down with a huff as they sit beside you, arm kept firm around your neck to make sure you stay put. Not like going anywhere was really an option anymore. A finger moves to poke you in the chest, grabbing your attention.

“Listen man, I know you’re used to being all cramped up in that little apartment, but this isn’t just any random day. It’s your birthday! The big 25! Doesn’t that call for some celebration!?” You grimace as he leans in, sweat already on the temple of his forehead, “No—”, “Yes! Yes, it does!”

He snaps his fingers, gesturing to one of the scantily clad women, who places a clear glass of whatever that was into his hand, which he gives to you. “And celebrate we shall. Tonight you’re gonna forget about work, and forget about responsibility.”

A careful hand reaches out to grab the glass as he finishes his sentence, staring into your soul with an intent you don’t think you’d ever seen on the man’s face before. “We’re gonna get fucked up.” Is all he says before downing his glass of—what smelt like—vodka, hissing as it goes down his throat. You don’t know what you hate more; the stench of the drink, or the truth behind his words.

All day, you sit behind a computer, doing the same when you get to work and get home: rinse and repeat. Your responsibilities pile up, your happiness has halted close to a short stop, and you no longer find meaning outside of your job. You seem to drift in and out of existence, like a goddamn ghost. Your eyes move from his to drink in your own hand, watching the clear liquid slosh inside the beautifully designed class. Ah, what the hell.

You don’t give yourself a chance to overthink, letting the glass quickly meet your lip and go down in one quick gulp, the sting of the alcohol pushed back as your coworkers cheer, “Woo, let’s fucking party!” You don’t know how long it’s been since your last drink, or smile. But both are happening, and you find yourself nodding along with them as they wave over another waitress.

Thinking was something you really, really liked doing. What human being doesn’t love to think? Most think about food, or what TV show they’re gonna watch. But at the moment, you were mostly thinking of how good you were feeling right now. Like, really fucking good. You don’t know how long you’ve been at that club. One drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to your coworkers leaving to get on the dance floor or closer to the main stages.

The #whatever glass you were nursing rests in unsteady hands as your eyes wander from the cushion you were seated to the dancing, sweaty bodies. They were smiling, laughing, having a much better time than you were slouched on the couch like a fucking loser. You should be over there. You wanted to be over there.

So with a huff, you move to try and stand up, completely forgetting about the cup in your hand. Your shirt, previously warm (if not a little damp from sweat), is now mysteriously soaked and cold on your chest. It’s like a movie kinda, feeling it slip from your hand and watching in slow motion as it was about to hit the floor. Fuck, that was gonna be expensive. Terribly expensive. Probably a big chunk of your rent money. It gleamed on the way down, as if to say ‘haha, you’re so screwed’.

Well, there went your amazing night—Oh. It stopped.

A tan hand wrapped firm around the glass, long black nails tapping against the surface in a way that captures your attention instantly. It moves to place it on the table before you, and your eyes follow the movement, tracing any detail you can find. Veins stand out as the hand flexes. Black bands around one wrist that you almost mistake for jewelry, if not for the obvious movement of darkened flesh. A tattoo? A strange one, at that. Not strange enough for you to ignore the ping of strange curiosity you felt when your eyes caught onto legs: very toned legs. With the same two tattoos wrapped around each thickthigh. Barely covered by the skimpiest, ruffled black skirt you’d ever seen. Holy fuck.

“God, don’t you idiots pay attention? We don’t need more broken glasses. Unless you’re paying for it.” Where you expect a sultry voice, you instead find a deep, low rumble. One that sends shivers down your spine so strong you can’t help but drop your gaze. It was a voice that commanded respect, with a hint of annoyance in it. On instinct, you try to get up again, but that hand pushes you back onto the couch, making you lean all the way back this time.

“Nuh uh, I don’t think so. Don’t need you making more of a mess than you already did.” Huh? You tilt your head down, looking for the mess he could be mention before you look down at your chest, only to see a huge wet spot. Hm, guess there was something in the glass before you dropped it. At least it landed there instead of the floor. What a very nice lady to tell you as much.

You raise your eyes, an apology already on your lips, “Yeah, I’m so…” Sorry. That was supposed to be the last word. Unfortunately, your brain malfunctions and the words turned into a slurred stutter.

This was no woman, not even close. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t as pretty as one.

Short, spiked pink hair was the first thing that your brain can process, a strange color for the strangely gorgeous creature in front of you. Styled and gelled to perfection. Piercing red eyes gaze down at you, part of you assumes they’re contacts, and the other half is more than willing to believe that they’re real just by how judgmental his stare is. Like you’re just another problem he has to deal with. Not like you aren’t.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘you’re sorry’.” The man scoffs, rolling his eyes so far that you can see the whites, his cheeks flushing a little with irritation. It’s a good look; a really pretty look on him. “Everyone’s sorry when they break all this shit, except for Toji, who gets on my ass like it’s my fault–” His lips were glossy and plump, gleaming under the light as he ranted to you. His shirt is the tightest black tank you might’ve ever seen, squeezing enough that his defined chest stands out against the fabric, his pecs were nigh and shaped so perfectly that you knew you’d good get handfuls if he let you touch. Closer to tits than anything. God, it’s making the blood rush down—.

The quick snap of fingers makes you turn to look up, the gorgeous man’s angry gaze had turned into one of amusement and slight irritation, a smirk at the corner of his lips. “Hey. Eyes up here. You haven’t earned that yet.” Earned. God, you could earn something like that? You couldn’t tell if it was the drinks talking when your mouth opened to say, “How do I?”, but you knew it was worth it based on the raised brow and minutely larger smile you got in return. You pleased him. Good.

“Let’s worry about that later, huh?” The words roll of the man’s tongue, the clack of his shoes loud as he steps forward. You glance down just to see the flash of pleaser heels before a weight that makes you sink into the cushion a bit plops down onto your lap. “Gotta clean up the mess you made first.” The smell of whiskey cologne and skin hit you like a train, the back of your throat going desert try while you squirm a little underneath the extra weight. But you certainly weren’t uncomfortable.

As if noticing your reaction, he shifts, letting his ass press down on your crotch, making your vision go all hazy. Or maybe your eyes crossed. You couldn’t tell anymore. Not after he’d started touching you.

The tip of a long black nail presses against your adam’s apple, gently dragging down your skin until it reached the top button of your shirt, slowly undoing it and two others in a smooth motion, “Naughty, naughty boy. What did you spill? Hm?” Fuck, you needed to react. To do anything. Your mouth opens to answer, but a low groan leaves instead when you feel his finger drag up the apple of your throat.

Sukuna’s tongue wraps around the tip of his finger when he pulls it away, the sight of those glossy lips suckling around the digit sending molten lava straight to your crotch. He only pulls away when he’s had his fill, letting his finger slip out with a wet pop and a hum. “Awamori. Good taste.” It’s like a purr, rumbling within his chest, which is now pressed up against yours. Your eyes flutter back open, which you didn’t even notice closed, meeting Sukuna’s mischievous gaze. “And it all went to waste. What a shame.”

His fingers pinch your chin, turning your head to face him, crimson gaze demanding all your hazy focus. “What’s a guy like you here for in the first place? Hm? Can’t just be to sit all by yourself.” One sharp pink brow (you can’t believe he dyed those too) raises as the silence drags on, and it takes at least 2 seconds for you to compose yourself to give a decent answer, “It’s my birthday. I just turned 25…”

A fake gasps leave the pretty man’s mouth, his hand coming up to cover it like he was just as surprised, “Is that right?” His mouth forms into a leering grin that exposes pearly canines, chuckling to shift himself on your lap again, a subtle sigh leaving as his ass pushes down on your steadily hardening cock. “Today’s a very special day for you, isn’t it, handsome?” You nod, making his grin soften a little. You probably had hearts in your eyes, staring up at him like a total idiot. “And 25 at that? That’s not a small number.” His voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper, like this was a little secret between the two of you.

“No, that calls for celebration.” His head tilts, staring up at you through thick pink lashes, which flutter like glittery little butterflies in your vision, just as sparkly as the rest of him. That low growl turns a little sweet, making your ears twitch, “You wanna celebrate with me?” Fuck. He knew exactly what effect he was having on you. And what could you possibly do to stop him from taking advantage? Did you even wanna stop him?

“I, uh, I don’t have any cash on me, sir—” But that doesn’t deter him, broad shoulders lifting in a small shrug, the smug grin, “Sukuna” What? “I don’t do any of that sir shit. Unless you like that kinda thing.” Oh! His name! He’d just give you his name! The newfound information burrows into your head, the name bouncing around. Sukuna. Such a fitting name. The name repeats in your head as you feel the weight leave your lap, the automatic disappointment making your face form an expression he didn’t quite like. “Oh, don’t pout. We’re just going to the VIP lounge. Don’t wanna get interrupted, do we?” No. No you didn’t.

Hot. Everything was so hot.

The room you’re in is making you sweat a little. The blend of fancy perfumes that mixes in the air makes you feel like you’re floating, head tipped back against the couch as you stare up at the ceiling, low groans of bliss slipping past your lips. Lowly, you could hear slurping noises, echoing off the walls of the little room Sukuna had taken you to for privacy. ‘A little gift for the birthday boy’ he’d dubbed it. And this might be the best gift anyone had bothered to get you.

Hands grip your thighs, nail digging into flesh hard enough to grab you out of your pleasured filled haze enough to glance down. That head of pink hair bobs up and down, the angle showing off those glossy lips wrapped around your cock all nicely, leaving a sheen of saliva (a little glitter from his gloss mixed in) on your dick with every slide. He made such a pretty sight between your spread open legs, his knees cushioned on the thick pink carpet.

Sukuna sinks down all the way, letting your cock hit the back of his throat with a little gurgle, saliva bubbling at the corners of his mouth when his nose just barely brushed against your pubes. Just barely. A whine of either frustration or shared pleasure is let out around your shaft, your back arching up sharply from the sensations and chasing them as he slides off with a wet pop, hand wrapping around the base to let your dick slap against his tongue. And the obscene view of enough to make you twitch, precum spurting onto his tastebuds.

His mouth closes and audibly swallows the little taste you’d given him, glossy lips pressing against your mushroom tip like he was giving it a little kiss. “Fuck, you’re giving me so much to work with, birthday boy.” You could hear a bit of a strain in his voice, probably from trying to deepthroat you again and again, but to no avail. The hand around the base guides your dick to slap against his lips a few times, red eyes opening to gaze up at you. Faintly, you could see a sheen over them. “Can’t even fit it all. How do you walk around with this thing?”

But you don’t get to answer before he slides you, most of those 8 inches of you, right back into the warmth of his mouth. “Fuck…” It was like your dick was being enveloped in the best hug. A warm, wet hug that had a free hand rolling your balls in the palm of their hand.

Your fingers hesitate, twitching above Sukuna’s head, wanting so desperately to grab those pink locks and yank him down. And he sees this desperation, but doesn’t bother with shying away from you. The hand wrapped around the base of your dick moved to grab your wrist, forcing your hand to rest atop his head as he continued his work. And when you teeth one of those canines brush against a vein, all that meekness was flushed away as you gripped spiky pink strands in a tight fist.

The sudden pain makes Sukuna moan like a whore around your cock, his thighs clenching shut a little to seemingly give himself a little friction. It seemed like you weren’t the only one having a good time.

Every stroke eased you up, body slumping against the couch as you let your hand begin to guide him, your gaze never leaving his as he takes every inch his mouth can manage to. You were spurting so much pre down his throat that he could imagine the load he was gonna get out of you once you came. He was gonna be so full when this was over.

“You’re so good at this…” You let slip, eyes trying their best to stay open, or maybe not roll back as the underside of the man’s tongue drags along your shaft, swirling around the tip when he slides back up. You can see a small smile at the corners of his lips when you shudder from the brush of cold air, chuckling at you as if to say ‘of course I am’. Like he was just doing this because he had to. And for some reason, it made you a little angry.

The hand gripping his hair shoved him down, your cock hitting the back of his throat hard, and the gag that leaves him almost makes you feel sympathetic. Almost. Not enough for you not to feel the burst of pleasure that makes your stomach clench, of the saliva slides down to stain the couch underneath you as you use the man like a toy. Your hand brings his head down, forcing him to take you with every bob, gurgling and gagging around your dick while he’s at it. Hands move to grip your thighs, clinging on while you fucked his throat.

It takes only a few more thrusts before you force him down as much as you can, his struggles to breathe pushing you over the edge into bliss. Your vision whites out, cock spurting thick ropes of hot cum straight down Sukuna’s throat. Making him drink every last drop, even as he gurgles and accidentally lets some of it drip out. When you pull him up for air, strings of saliva and spunk connect from his mouth to your tip, his chest heaving and a few coughs are even forced out of him as he greedily sucks in all the air he can manage. He looked so pathetic like this. The sight made you realize your dick was still half hard, trying its best to stiffen up again.

You were wondering what else came with your gift.

“Y-Yes, yes, yes!”

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the VIP room like gunshots, audible enough to leave no second thoughts behind about what was going on in that room. That, and the high pitched gasps being bring forced out of Sukuna with each breath he tried to take, cheek pressed down against the soft cushion beneath him. The one his nails had sunken into looking for something to cling onto.

Hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, the ruffled black skirt Uraume helped him pick out now pooling around his waist to let you see everything he had to offer. And you were very much enjoying the view before you. Eyes locked onto the sight of tan asscheeks rippling every time they met your hips, a light pink shade visible on the skin from how hard you were thrusting into him from behind.

You were deep. So fucking deep. All 8 inches of cock that his mouth couldn’t handle his hole was taking at full force, legs slightly shaking when you bottomed out like nothing, like you weren’t rearranging his insides to fit your shape. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, the side of his face shoved into the cushion to try and mask how much he liked this. Which he was woefully unsuccessful at, as at that moment you finally found the spot you were looking for.

“F-Fuck!” The squeal that leaves him makes his face flush to match his ass in shade. And he didn’t think he could get any redder than before. The hands on his hips pull them up higher, forcing the pink haired man into a deeper arch that lets you hit his sweet spot with almost every thrust inside. A groan rumbles inside your chest, head tipping back to stare up with the ceiling like God was speaking to you. “Holy shit.” And holy shit was right.

Sex was never a luxury you could afford with how frequently you worked, being left with your hand and the occasional one night stand. You’d forgotten how good it felt to fuck into someone like this, feeling their walls spasm around you desperately, the intimacy of skin on skin contact. And of fucking the brains out of the man who’s been teasing you all night long.

When you glance back down, you can see a frothy circle clinging to Sukuna’s rim, and making a little ring around your dick. Your precum and his saliva mixing with every pump. A little squelch between you now audible as you were sinking into him deeper than before. It made a heat pool in the pit of your stomach. “Shit, Sukuna–”

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” Sukuna groans out, head finally raising from the couch slightly to look over his shoulder, mouth in an ‘O’ shape while his eyes had gained that hazy film both of you now shared. With a trembling bottom lip, you hear him whimper out, “Goin’ in so deep!”

Your cock throbs so hard inside him that he gasps from the feeling, one of his hands leaving the cushion to reach behind him and grip your hip, clinging onto you for support while you showed no mercy. Every inch stretches out him in ways no one had before, forcing sounds out that he’d rather die than let anyone else listen to. With every stroke, you make his brain short circuit, drool seeping out of the side of his mouth to stain the couch below. “You’re in my fuckin’ stomach”

His once mellow voice had pitched up to that of a whine, bouncing with every thrust you sent up into him, drilling his insides like it was your job. Sukuna feels a weight press him down, your chest flush with his back, one hand moving to the one gripping your hip and interlocking your fingers. Slightly chapped lips press against the side of his neck in a mock kiss. It’s so hot, every part of both of your bodies feels like they’re on fire.

“So fucking good for me. You’re amazing.” You can barely recognize your own voice, hidden between a sweaty shoulder and neck, closer to a growl than a moan. It makes Sukuna shudder, head tipping back to rest against your shoulder, no longer caring about hiding from the pleasure you were giving him as his cock pressed against the couch, leaking buckets.

“Fuck me, keep fucking me.” His voice bordered on begging, his hips rolling to meet every thrust with an eagerness and skill that reminded you of his job. Of where both of you were. But you could no longer give a shit about the coworkers who’d probably already left to go home, or the unattended drinks you left at that table as you let Sukuna drag you into the vip lounge by your collar. All you gave a fuck about right now was making the both of you cum harder than you’d ever have.

Which by now, seemed closer than either of you had anticipated judging by the heat building in your lower guy. You groan against the side of Sukuna’s neck, eyes clenched shut as your pace quickens, raising his moans up a pitch. “G-God, I’m close.”

His insides tighten around you, moans flowing through your ears as he slightly turns, “Fuck, me too. It’s too good.” The man mewls, his other hand coming to grip the back of your head, nails scratching against your scalp, “Give it to me. C’mon, give it to me.” His words dissolve into pleas as the both of you get closer and closer, Sukuna’s eyes trying their best to roll into his own head. But you? You were barely clinging on, beginning to groan out with every thrust, feeling his walls spasm around you so nicely, his whines only pushing you further.

“Gimme your cum. Fucking give it to me, I deserve it.” Almost there, almost fucking there— “Please, please I need that shit so badly. I want your babies.” Jesus Christ. Your eyes roll back, a mix between a groan and a whine tumbling out as that heat bursts behind your gut, a supernova bursting over your eyes as you’re pushed to release, hips slamming down into the man below you like a pliant toy.

Sukuna’s body tenses, a needy whine he didn’t even think he could manage being pulled out of him as a rush of heat floods his sore insides, spurts after spurt of your cum coating every inch of his walls. God, god, god. “Fuck…” His own orgasm hits him like a truck, cock twitching erratically as pearly white strands shoot across the cushion and hard enough to reach his chest, walls spasming around your dick. Like he was trying to milk every last drop you had left.

Eventually, his legs give out and he collapses down into his own mess, limp and satisfied, only groaning when he feels you do the same. Landing on top of him. The weight is weirdly comforting, grounding him as both his mind and yours drift away in the bliss of the afterglow. In the back of his mind, he can feel your hands still interlocked, and he squeezes them gently. You squeeze back.