#innapropriate

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˙⋆✮ synopsis: Trapped in the imperial palace as his concubine, you have one goal: make the Emperor regret it. Sukuna, however, finds you far more entertaining than any woman he's ever met. Maybe more than that.

˙⋆✮ cw: MDNI 18+, ogform!sukuna x concubine!f!reader, heian era, (apothecary diaries inspired), ETL, plot/dialogue heavy, reader from kamo, he's DOWN BAD, explicit, slowburn, tension, he's obsessed, dual pov, innappropriate use of belly mouth/hands/tongue, fingering, receiving oral, tongue fucking, dumbification (?) FERAL, possessive kink?, reader's a virgin, ur a BRAT, choking, suffocation, nipple play, he's a TOP, cowgirl, bathtub sex, teasing, riding, he's BIIIIIIGGG, pbulge, p!nv, creamp!e, bouncing on that dihhhh master.list ˙⋆✮ w/c: 7.0k ˙⋆✮ a/n: freakiest smut ive written...but its tumblr so who gives af

It’s been another month.

A month completely different from the one before.

He hasn’t called upon you. Not once. Nor has he visited your quarters either.

Usually, a concubine who has not interacted with the emperor for such a long time is demoted to a middle or lower rank, but somehow you’ve maintained your status regardless.

And you can’t help but wonder: why?

Ever since that night, you made up a whole bunch of reasons as to why he didn’t do anything – he had his chance to do whatever he wished, and it would be in his favour. Was it because you were ‘impure’? 

He’s an absolute dick if so, but it was the only reason that sounded realistic from any other. He had a pile of duties stacked up regardless, and recent gossip from your attendees revealed that he was barely present at the palace due to constant battles that he was leading – every single one successful of course. 

Of course, you’d think this would give you the chance to maybe think about escaping while he was gone, but he’s amped up the security of your quarters, completely flooded with guards, including guards of the imperial palace - which made it almost impossible for you to leave, even if you used your cursed technique. 

Plus, even if you did leave, it did not look like your clan wanted you back. You would have to live a life outside palace walls as an outcast, a sorceress scrambling to survive. And long before you know it, Sukuna would probably find you and bring you back to square one. 

Weirdly enough, though, you hate yourself for it, but you just keep thinking about what was going on in the emperor’s head. 

One minute he was looking at you with the utmost admiration in his eyes, calling you his lady and radiating a sense of possessiveness if someone dared to address you the same way. Then the next he’s ignoring you and seems to have completely forgotten about you. 

Was it selfish of you to think this way? Yes, he is the emperor of an entire nation, but he’s also…just a man. 

A man you called your lord–

You slapped yourself again, your skin stinging from the number of times you have done this past week. Not only have you been bored out of your mind in your quarters, but it’s led you to think about him so much more lately. He’s been infiltrating your dreams, your thoughts, your peace of mind – 

Even…your private sessions in your bed chamber. 

Desperately slipping your hand under the thin fabric of your nightgown in the middle of the night, trying to gain some type of pleasure, some type of relief from your stressed mind. Right when you would gain some type of momentum, biting down on your hand to hold back your whimpers, he somehow manages to cloud your fantasy – flashes of his marks, his skin, his body, his stupid, awfully pink lips – which only made you stop and get up in shame. 

Perhaps…you miss him?

Before you can slap some sense into yourself again, Haku stops you by holding onto your wrist.

“Lady Kamo, I must say, I am quite worried about you” She looks at you with a face of concern. 

“I- I am fine,” you bury your face into your hands, troubled thoughts turning into a headache “Just fine”

“Would you like to visit the palace grounds, Lady Kamo?”

Lord, not again.

“Actually,” a smile finally shows up on your face after such a long time “, I would like to visit the imperial palace” 

“But my lady, Lord Sukuna is not in the palace today–”

“Oh, I am aware, Haku”

…

You did, in fact, show up at the imperial palace.

…and sat on the Emperor’s throne, with your leg up and not a care in the world for it. 

Haku and the rest of your attendants had pleaded and begged for you to sit anywhere but there, that you would beheaded for it along with your entire staff, but you assured them and dismissed them out of the room. 

So here you sat, proud on the cold throne, with gold and red spikes across the entire seat, and a red-like cushion letting you sit comfortably here for a while. It was relatively large, your arm not taking up much space on the armrests, letting you adjust and take up more space. You don’t know how much time has passed since you showed up, waiting patiently for him to show and see the look on his face when he saw you here.

Surely, this would make him enraged. A man like himself can only have so much patience for your behaviour. You smile at the thought of it; finally, you could have the upper hand. Surely, this would do it.

Slam! The doors open.

“You”, voice hoarse and tired, echoing through the empty room. 

Lo and behold, there he was, dripping wet from the heavy storm outside that you didn’t even hear. He’s not in his usual laid-back attire - he looked like a real king. 

Hard black armour wrapped around his body, making him look larger than he already is, the lightning making him look menacing, sending shivers down your spine from your point of view. He looks otherworldly, his large shadow stretching all the way to the throne, and he stands still for a moment.

You can’t see his face, but you hear him command Uraume to leave his side, and they vanish in the blink of an eye. 

Another slam! And the doors close behind him.

He takes a step, his large armour making a slight clashing noise with each movement. Squinting a little, you see the real view in front of you. 

Hair in a slightly darker shade of pink messily lies on his forehead, droplets of water trickling down his face, hooded eyes and lips parted from trying to catch his breath after running in the storm to get here. He stops walking, stopping when he is directly in your vision.

“How dare you?” he smirks. 

Wait– smirks?

He…he’s not mad?

Before you can utter a word, he reaches his hand out to the armour on his shoulder and takes it off - deliberately slow. Then the other, then his other two arms. In a treacherously slow pace, he takes off every part of his armour, all the while never leaving your eyes. 

"You come here without warning, without a request, and seemingly without the faintest regard for my responsibilities"

You soon realise the cloth underneath the armour is ripping along with each one he’s taking off, 

“And comfortably sit on my throne” 

Marks in parts you’ve never seen before reveal themselves to you, all throughout his skin, each mark signifying the crimes he’s done in the past. Dark and tainted across him, poking through his ridiculously large muscles and hiding in crevices of his sculpted body. Sure, you’ve seen countless men shirtless, but never have you seen a body this well-defined, as if he’s walked out of a painting.

"Are you at all aware of the punishments that fall upon one who dares to sit upon my throne?"

Right before he takes off the armour around his legs and his crotch, he stops and takes a few more steps, looking up at you, the first time you’ve seen him from above. A sight to behold. 

Even after coming from battle, he doesn’t look the slightest bit dishevelled, as if he’s preparing to head out for just another one. He looks at you intensely, water dancing around his sharp features, skin reflecting off the dim light of flame torches lit around the room. 

You look down. This was no time for you to sit and admire. 

“Why.”

“Why?! I should be asking you that question”

“Why did you choose to leave that night?”

He’s shocked, gulping, a droplet of water tickling down his prominent adam’s apple. 

“I–”

"Why did you leave and never once come to see me? Not a single visit. Instead, you stationed guards about my quarters as though I am some common prisoner!"

“Were you not the one who wished to leave? These are simple measures I have had to place–”

"If you intend to keep me here with no means of escape, then at least have the decency to treat me as a true concubine!"

He takes a moment to study your face, your glassy eyes and furious expression trying to cover the mixed emotions you feel. 

“Since you are so aware of my cursed techniques and my cursed clan, then you are surely aware that I am no longer needed by them anymore. So at the very least, allow me to be the lady you have so insistently declared me to be. That is all I am of use for anyway” 

Tears are welling up in your eyes at the thought of your clan’s betrayal, how they mistreated you in not just this decision, but throughout your entire life. Forcing you to undergo brutal training, be one of the best users of blood manipulation, only to be in this position. 

"How cruel you have been, keeping me here to wither away as a concubine who cannot even fulfil her insolent lord's needs. Do you…do you no longer need me too?" You hate yourself for even asking that question, vulnerability spilling out with each word you say.

"Am I truly of no use to you? Is it that wretched test of purity that has caused such a reaction from you? If so, then you are–"

“I could not care less for such” You don’t even notice how he’s stood right in front of you, little drops of water falling to the foot of the throne, dampening the carpet. 

“Is this what has been troubling your mind, my lady?” There’s a hint of tenderness in his tone, a sense of care. You wipe off a tear that trickles down your cheek, taking a deep breath and trying to regain your composure.

He gets on his knees in front of you, and you’re so taken aback that you audibly gasp at him. 

He takes your hand and brushes his thumb across it, which was cold from the rain and rough against your skin, before he lifts it up and kisses it gently. His lips are oh-so soft on your skin, a little sound escaping his lips as he leaves your hand. Although he’s doing his best, you can feel him shake just a bit under your touch, and he covers the top of your hand with his other. 

“I apologise for my ignorance; it is my duty to ensure my concubines are well,”  he exhales, and you feel his warm breath against your hand “I did not fulfil that, thus, please accept my apology” 

“It is not your duty–”

“Will you listen to me just this once?”

He wasn’t one to utter the word ‘sorry’, or want someone to forgive him, but from you, he needed this.

"Your clan are utter fools for allowing a woman such as you to slip from their grasp–" he gulps again. 

What? You’re shocked at how he means it with earnestness.

“I would like for you to join me on my next expedition. Your techniques may be of use to me for my upcoming endeavours–”

“Is this some sort of joke?”

“Do I look like a jester to you?”

You lean back into the throne, your hand still in his hold, oddly comforting to you. 

“You can be quite a brat sometimes–”

“Thank you, that is so generous of you, my lord”, you say with a smile of sincerity, and he might as well melt right in front of you from the unfamiliar expression “I suppose I could forgive you, if you’re so desperate for it–”

“As I said,” his eyelids hooded as he looks bored up at you “, A brat”

You chuckle a little at his statement, and he smiles at you. He could live here forever.

“And as for the past few days,” he caresses his thumb across your hand, then up a bit to your wrist “You had never answered my question”, He says in a low tone, quiet enough for you to hear.

“Your question?–”

“From that night”

You try to remember it, but of course, even though you thought about it a million times before, it just wouldn’t show up in your head right now. The way his hand is slowly inching up your arm isn’t helping your poor memory either. After several moments of nothing, you break the silence with–

“I- I don’t quite recall–”

“How disappointing” His fingers traced your wrist, making little patterns on it “I was hoping for a response”

“Well, if you would provide me a prompt or a cue to guide my memory, I could–”

“Prompt your memory?” his hand stops. 

“Yes”, you say with a visible hint of disappointment from his action.

“I suppose,–” you feel another touch, and it catches you off-guard: a hand right at your ankle, fingers caressing a little spot near your heel, and he so slowly moves it up your calf, then draws little circles at your skin, lifting your dress in the process “–I could aid with that if you are so desperate for it”

You can’t even interject with the way he feels on your skin. Each touch leaving a trail of goosebumps following his fingertips, cold and damp from the rain. Rain still dripping down his skin onto the thick fabric of your dress. 

“W-what are you doing?” Nervous, you try retreating your hand from his hold, but he’s unfortunately much stronger, keeping it in between his rough hands. 

“Would you like me to stop?” 

His voice is so tender, so sweet, so unlike the great emperor voice he usually has. It’s low and coursing through your body, but it’s just so novel to you – him looking at you like this, touching you like this.

Touching you the way you’ve been dreaming about for so long.

And you hate how much it’s exciting you. You should be scared. Terrified even. 

But all you can think about is how entirely and completely stupid it would be to utter the word no. 

“Hmm, I see”, he hums and smirks at your lack of reaction.

“You know, you really do have a way of leaving a man utterly confused” his hand daringly moves up to your thigh, making little shapes in it, causing you to so embarrassingly pulse when his finger grazes a bit too close “I find myself unable to tell what it is you want. But, if I’m being honest–” you feel his last hand reaching for your leg that’s up on the throne “–I’m starting to suspect that you’re not entirely sure yourself”

You hate how he’s fucking right.

His hand nudges at your leg to bring it down, and you lean into it, letting him. Smirking at your reaction, he holds it slowly, letting your feet touch the soft carpet ever so gently. It causes you to lean forward, looking down at him much closer than before.

“Are yo– are you implying that I possess so little understanding of myself–”

“You tell me, m’lady”

He’s handling you with a patience you’ve never witnessed in a man with such power in the palm of his hand. 

Palms that are pressed up against your legs.

“You’re truly unlike any other woman I’ve met” That very same hand is inching alllll the way up to your thigh, and slowly spreading it open “–and believe me, I’ve lived long enough to have met quite a few” All the while, you’re letting him do as he wished, his words only stupidly hypnotising your movements.

“So, I am in quite the predicament here, my lady,” he lifts himself so he’s eye-level to you, his hands rising with him, your breath hitching at your legs spreading wide enough for the heat from his frame to radiate to your chest.

“You and I may just be uncertain of what you truly want, and yet–” he leans in, his voice dropping “–I’m not entirely convinced your body shares that uncertainty”

His lips are inches away from yours.

“Who should I be listening to, hm?” he leans in to the point where your back touches the soft cushion of the throne “Enlighten me” 

“Uh-” 

He’s got you completely overwhelmed. 

His hands are on you, all of them, and not only that. The hot breath of the mouth on his stomach is right at your core, underneath your almost sheer dress, fanning your pussy in heat from just touch. Every exhale from it causes your dress to lift up. 

“Y- You speak as though I am an open book,” 

“Quite a poor choice of words, my lady”

You look down to your legs spread open.

Oh.

Oh.

“Do you always have a way of avoiding my questions?”

“Might I add, you have still not prompted my memory–”

“I do not care for that right now”, he says in a slightly needy tone “Tell me if you want this, if you would have me, my lady” 

You look back up to be met with dark red eyes.

This is a horrible idea.

I mean, yeah, this is normal for a concubine. This is your duty, but this didn’t feel like an obligation. Not at all. 

It would be impulsive and egregious.

Without a single word, you cup his face in your hands, and he closes his eyes shut from your touch. Brushing your finger against his face, you trace a few of the marks you so badly wanted to feel for so long, and he’s letting you do as you wish. You reach up to the side of his face with two eyes, and it’s much rougher than his suppleness, purple and etched onto his skin. He exhales with every movement.

“My lady,” and his tone is much different than before; he finally opens his eyes “Tell me” 

He grabs both your wrists.

“Do you feel the way I feel?”

Oh.

That was the question. 

The question you never answered that night. 

The question that made you sit and ponder why he hasn’t seen you since. 

The question that made you slip your hands under your gown every night just to think about him. 

Fuck it. 

“Yes”, you take him in for a kiss, and he doesn’t move at first. 

The grasp on your wrists still holding on, tightening with your action. Before he absolutely and irrevocably melts into you. He holds onto your face immediately, a thumb grazing your jaw to open your mouth to give him better access. 

“I suppose we are certain of what you desire, hm?”

“Shut your mouth”

“I fear I’ve– mm–  made you quite a spoiled brat, haven’t I?”

His tongue is soft against yours, biting and nipping at your bottom lip whenever he pulls back for a split second, just to get back to devouring you. 

“Well, my lord, you ought to have noticed that some time ago”

It’s feral, it’s filthy, and it’s got him drunk off your lips. You can only imagine how drunk he might be underneath–

“I suppose I ought to see to that then” 

He grabs onto your hips and brings you closer to him, your hips colliding into his stomach. But then you feel something odd.

Something…wet. Something that didn’t feel like a torso. 

You gasp at the sensation, and before you can process it, a large wet tongue takes a long lick against your slickness - (not wearing underwear during this era can have its perks, I suppose). It hums in satisfaction, shooting vibrations up your core and making you arch your back into him. 

“Something wrong, my lady?” he smirks against your lips, before leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw, your neck and up your ear, not even letting you think.

“N-not at all” The roughness of the large taste buds is grazing against parts you never knew could feel the way it did. 

“I am warning you, my lady.” he says deep and serious “I will not hold back”

“D-do not”

He smirks at your answer.

It takes another lick, this time much longer, curving itself to be more pointed as it reaches your throbbing clit, and going in circles around it, teasing you shamelessly 

“My, my, how eager you are, my lady” 

That didn’t come from the lips against yours. You look down.

“I-It talks?!”

“It’s all me” 

You’re being surprised with every little thing he’s doing, and he’s taking his time revealing it to you too. Like he enjoys the way you’re looking at him with shock in your eyes, and pulling away from his lips to gasp at him. And he’s only got more. 

You’re overstimulated. Unsure if you’re doing anything right either. You’ve only ever touched yourself, and this was definitely not what you had imagined. 

“I–I must confess, though, I ha- have never done this before” 

“Is that so?” He grabs your waist, while his other two hands hold your face as you look at him “Look at me” He gives you a long kiss, something more gentle than before.

“Since your memory is quite poor anyway–,” You hold onto the armrests of the throne as his tongue starts lapping across your soaked pussy, causing you to jerk, but he holds you steady and against him “–I shall have to make sure my lady is given a first time worthy of remembering, hmm?”

He makes sure you stay looking at him, your facial expressions making him lose his mind, and his grin is widening. Head thrown back, the tongue is humming and going up and down, up and down, smothering itself in your pussy as if it’s not enough, making you ride your hips into him, until you feel something hard against your ass. 

“Is that?–”

“That is none of your concern”

He holds onto your hips, keeping up with your riding, his tongue making the most obscene sounds from below, and you grab onto the back of his head, taking him in for just another breathless messy kiss, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. 

“Your tongue is so– oh so–“

“Big?” He teases “I know”

A hand goes for your neck, squeezing onto your throat, making your whimpers turn into struggled moans. 

“What an utter little brat you have turned out to be.” 

It’s making you chase your high further, reaching a state of overwhelmingness, hands on you everywhere, one moving to the shoulder of your dress, slipping the strap all the way down down down till your breast is fully exposed, your nipples hardened from pleasure.

“If I had known, I would have tamed this brat much sooner, m’lady”

“Shut it”

He palms it first, making you fist his pink hair, and he clamps it between his fingers, fiddling with it before you feel yet another wet sensation, flicking across your nipple. A mouth on his palm?!

“H-how?!”

“Don’t trouble that pretty head of yours”, and he shuts you up with another kiss. He bites your nipple, before sucking it, and it’s turned you into a whimpering moaning mess on the lord’s throne. 

“Oh god– m-my lord”

“What’s wrong, my love?”

That made you melt into his torturous tongue even more. 

Another mouth appears on the hand that’s choking you, biting down just the right tender spot on your neck, definitely creating a hickey on you that would be almost impossible to cover. Hums are spread across you, shooting up your body, sending you into orbit. 

“What happened to all that bratty talk, hm?”

“I-I’m simply ohh–overwhelmed”

“Can you not handle it?”

“N-no, I mean– yes, yes–“

“Would you have me stop, then?”

Your pride was left in shambles at the mercy of his tongues. At the mercy of him. 

“No”

“Just as I thought”

His hands are making marks on your hips as he makes you grind against him harder, as he chases a non-existent high himself. The mouth underneath you bites your clit, menacingly chuckling at your reactions as if it had a mind of its own. It’s lapping and flattening against your pussy, opening her up to only then make figures around it, which is getting faster and faster. 

“Please- I- fuck, I can’t take it” 

He moves his stomach towards you more and more, rolling himself onto you as your hips are colliding into him, moaning with each roll, grabbing onto his neck to keep it up.

“C’mon, my love, you can do better than that”

He’s mocking you, teasing you, and making you so utterly infuriated, but the drop in your stomach won’t let you express it the way you truly want to right now–

“Show me just how much of a fucking brat you can be”

–And you’re right where you want to be. 

Your slick is mixing with the saliva of his tongue, dripping down the edge of the throne, sounds of your wet pussy rubbing against him echoing through the empty room. 

“Oh- s-sukuna!” you’re moaning out his name, and while that would be a direct offence to anyone else, he wants you to be louder. So much louder.

“Say that again”

“Sukuna, please– oh– there, right there” 

“How demanding.” Only you could.

“I-I’m gonna–oh”

You couldn’t care less if anyone could hear you, if this was wrong, none of it mattered as your lower stomach dropped, and you fluttered around nothing. 

Eyes rolling back, he’s tongue fucking your clit and extending itself across your pussy while you rode him out one last time. He grabs your hips close to him, his hand biting your nipple one time, the other kissing your neck, while he gently places his lips on yours. 

“Oh, Ryomen,” you breathe into him, absolutely euphoric, a high you’ve never experienced in your life. 

He actually blushes. A faint pink tainting his skin when you say his name.

You lean back into the throne, completely exhausted, holding onto the forearms that are extended to your hips, as he takes little kitten licks of the little beads of cum that trickle down you. 

He’s letting out short breaths himself, taking the sight of you all to himself. He loves this. He loves seeing you like this. 

Completely exasperated with him. Only him.

Maybe it was toxic the way he felt about you, how possessiveness can make a man feel like you were the only thing that mattered to him. But he has truly never seen a sight this angelic in his life. 

How ironic for the king of curses.

“I cannot believe that I have you all to myself”, he says low, leaning in to steal another kiss from you. He caresses your hips, massaging the sides of them.

“God, all you do is mutter on about something I can never hear–” 

“What did I say about that bratty mouth of yours?” 

“I see you quite enjoy this bratty mouth of mine” 

“Mmm,” he pecks your lips “That I cannot deny”

“But my lord,” you put your arms around his shoulders, and he lets you, caging you into his arms as he rests them on the armrest “I fear I am not yet satisfied”

“Pardon?” his face grows into a frown.

“I- I want more”

He really was right about never meeting a woman like you. 

“More?”

“I am simply curious, my lord”

“Oh?”  he trails his eyes across you and bites his own lip “Well, I should–”

“Lord Sukuna?”

You both sit still at the sound of the familiar voice outside the door. 

“I apologise for uh- interrupting my lord, but we have prepared your bath for you due to your long battle today; it is infused with many exotic–”

“Thank you, Uraume” he sighs “Care to join me?”

You nod, and he takes your hand, leading you to the door. 

…

Without even a second to spare, he’s slamming you against the wall of the bathroom, hands all over you, and he’s got you breathless against him

The walk here wasn’t very pleasant to anyone involved.

Uraume and the other attendants couldn’t really ignore the absolute mess the two of you were in. You specifically - dress completely rumpled. Sukuna couldn’t keep his hands to himself either, holding you by the small of your back and guiding you, inching down a bit too far for it to be publicly acceptable. Swatting his hand away wasn’t helpful either.

“How impatient you are, my love”, he says against your lips.

“And yet, I do not think I’m the only one”

You grab hold of his hair, putting your arms around him, until you feel two hands lift you, letting you kiss him deeper, tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, a string of saliva reflecting the dim light every time you pull back.

Grabbing onto his broad shoulders for balance, he places you on a table and continues to wander his hands all over you, fingers getting caught in the damp fabric of your dress.

He groans – “Take this off” he tugs it, lifting your dress once again, and his hands feel like fire on your skin, burning away any inch of shame you had left. 

“Who’s being demanding now?” You let him, and he takes it off you, throwing it into some corner of the bathroom. He chuckles.

You’re completely bare against him, and you feel quite overstrung like this, never having been exposed to a man like this before. And he notices your slight hesitation right after.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing- I just–” you trail off, smiling at his stupidly beautiful face “I just haven’t done this–”

“Trust in me, my love”, he says, pecking the corner of your lips “I intend to take very good care of you. Good care of this–” he trails his hands slowly across the curves of your breasts, your torso, your hips, and finally your legs “This is a temple–” 

His eyes are wide, intoxicated by every inch of you, and he only wants more.

“– And I have every intention of worshipping it” 

There’s something different in the way he’s speaking to you, like he’s lost any sense of mind. Lips parted and unsteadily breathing when he looks at you. He’s not quite sure of it himself, but he finds it exhilarating. 

“R-Ryomen?”

He kisses you once again, trailing his lips down your body, causing you to lean against the wall behind you. Biting down on your stomach, it causes you to jerk up a bit, but he just keeps kissing, licking your skin, then leaving little marks down the trail he’s leaving. 

That is until he’s met with the aching space between your legs, that’s already wet all over again. 

“You’d let me do all the work, wouldn’t you?”

“A-Again?!” 

He ignores your surprise and kisses your clit, before hooking his tongue under the hood of it and sucking on it till it made you slide a hand down the back of his neck. It’s passionate, and slow, and he’s taking his sweet time to explore his tongue across your pussy.

“All mine. All mine. All mine–” he’s chanting like a madman, and he growls - yes, growls - and suddenly he loses himself. 

He’s going at it, as he gives you multiple open-mouthed kisses, then licking you greedily and bullying your clit with his teeth, causing you to whimper at the sensitivity of it. He’s inhaling you in, and his hot exhales are making your pussy quiver from how much he’s making out with it. He spreads your legs further, and you feel a finger slip into your neglected hole, clenching around him immediately and–

“Oh, ryomen” 

He’s lost it.

“I cannot take it no longer,” he sighs and comes back up, his finger curving inside of you, your soft walls making him question just how good you’d feel around him “I must have you, I must–”

He lifts you once again, handling you with ease, not a single bit of effort put in, and he places you near the large bathtub in the middle of the large bathroom. The liquid in the tub was white, rose petals and other herbs floating around the top of it, and it smelt beautiful, like sandalwood and fruity fragrances - it smelt like him. 

“Get in” 

“All I’m hearing are demands, my lord”, you tease.

“Get. In,” and he’s unravelling the leftover armour and the threads holding up the black pants behind it.

“How could I ever object to you, my lord?”

“I don’t think you would like the repercussions if you did, my love” he plays along “Then again, from the behaviour I just witnessed from you, you’ll be just fine” 

You watch him eagerly as you get into the tub, watching his fingers easily unwrap everything, and he takes them off, his unbelievably hard cock springing out of them, slapping his washboard abs.

My goodness.

It’s awfully large - almost like two cocks were one - thick precum dripping down his mushroom pink tip in pulses, with veins decorating his length leading all the way up to his deep v-line, his bushy pink happy trail disappearing to the pale skin of his lower stomach. He rubs his shaft, the pre spreading across his aching cock, just a few times before getting in the tub himself. 

You stay on the other side of the tub, and he gives you his hand.

“I confess, I thought you’d be the slow-and-steady sort,” Taking it, he pulls you close to him in one tug, catching you in his arms with you on top of him “You’ve rather surprised me, my love”

Unsure of where your legs are, you place them as wide as you can, in hopes of caging him in. Sounds of the water and soft droplets falling down your arm as you place them on his shoulders. He looks ethereal from this point of view, your slick still present on the sides of his face and sharp nose. 

“Well, I do hope it’s the pleasant sort of surprise”

“Ohhh, it is”

He holds onto your hips and guides you down while another hand brushes against your inner thigh. His hand hovers over your pussy, his finger sneaking into your folds and letting it wander till it reaches your clit, and he was back to torturing you with this endless edging. 

“I w-want you to show me,” you whimper “Show me how to please you” 

“I’m warning you, my lady,” he smirks “You may end up with an heir all too soon if I do–”

“I want you now, Ryomen” you exhale “I could have escaped m-millennials ago if I did not wish to have your he-heir”

He looks flustered, gulping down once from how you look at him, speak to him with such confidence, not a single bit of regret in your eyes. 

“Anything for you, my love” His hand sneaks down to his cock under the water, placing the tip right where your clit was, the softness of his tip completely different from his fingers. 

“Do you feel this?” 

“Oh, yes”, you breathe out, pussy clenching around nothing with the need to feel him inside.

“This…” he moves it down your inner folds, the thick water guiding as a lubricant as he slides it up and down, causing him to roll his eyes back just once “This– oh, you feel diviiiiine”

You breathe out a chuckle, reaching your hand into the water to feel him yourself, the ridges of every vein pulsing underneath your touch. Until you position yourself so his tip is right where you want it.

“Wait- ohhhh god”

Sinking downnnnnn, you feel the insanely large tip at your entrance, fluttering around him just once, then rubbing it all over your folds till it's wet justttt enough, and you have no idea how you’re gonna manage this, but you do. He throws his head back and groans.

“I thought you would be the one to guide me, but I- I guess–” You sink down a bit further, your torso disappearing into the opaque water as you keep going down “–you seem to be at a loss for words” and his hard length is streeeettching you further and further.

“Oh, my love” he brings his head back up, looking at you with what you can only describe as menacing “I already warned you about me” 

He snakes a hand from your stomach to your breasts, pinching your nipple in between his fingers until it’s at your neck. 

“You want me to guide you?” Another hand snakes to your clit, circling it as you whimper, going down the most you can “I’ll guide you, brat” 

In a second, he lifts his hips, and his cock is so far deep in you that a bulge appears in your lower stomach. Moaning at the brutal thrust he’s just done, your gummy walls clench around his length once, squeezing around the thick girth of it all, doing your best to take more of him.

“Thaaaat’s it, take all of me” You’re still sliding down his length, whimpering and making dents on his shoulders from your nails. The mix of pain and pleasure makes you arch your back to take him in further. He’s circling your clit in maddening circles, and it’s making you squeeze him in. 

“You feel heeeavenly, good god” Finally, after a minute of groans and whimpers, you do take all of him, a bulge prominent on your stomach, and he sees it all, a little drop of drool leaking down his mouth from the sight. He greedily traces his hand across it, not letting you look as he choked you. 

“Look at you,” He greedily traces his hand across it, not letting you look as he choked you, tears running down your eyes “You’re all…mine–” he pushes down the bulge, also holding the small of your back so you’re between his hands, a squelching obscene sound coming from below you, causing the water to bubble “All to myself”

With that, he thrusts forward, and he hits the most blissful spot in you, making you grab a hold of the edge of the tub and moan out his name, but that only drives him crazy – you should’ve known. 

“Move.” 

“It’s too much–”

“Not too much for you.” he lifts himself, making sure he can hold you down on him, making sure you can’t leave now “Brats don’t complain”

“I-” you moan out when he thrusts again, and you move your hips with him, the unfamiliar sensation only making you so completely overstimulated “I won’t” 

“That’s my girl” 

And you’re rolling your body down to him, only taking more of him, and he ruthlessly drives himself into you, pounding and pounding, while he holds you down, nails slightly digging into your skin, controlling the momentum of your body. Hands on your hips, your neck and your waist, making you move at his pace. 

“Mine. Mine. All mine” He’s repeating it along with your name out loud with each relentless thrust, fucking you absolutely stupid, the water of the tub splashing onto the floor, half of it not even in the tub anymore. Tits bouncing along with you, and he loves it. All of you. 

“Oh– fuck, Ryomen– fuck” Rubbing and pressing down on your clit, as he’s got you in a state you can’t even describe. You’re crying out his name, so loud it’s echoing in the whole bathroom, and he’s merciless. 

His hand is tightening around your throat and your waist, struggling to breathe, but you’re only screaming out his name. He wants to hear it more. Hear his name louder, hear you scream it out till your throat gives out. 

“Say you’re mine” You’re rocking back and forth and back and forth, sounds of the tub and water and you’re screaming being the only things in this room.

“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours,–” you repeat, and you can feel him twitching inside you and his groans getting louder, longer - a little whine escaping his throat with how good your velvety walls are gripping around him. 

“Take me then, take me–” and you feel your stomach drop, his length thickening inside of you. His unforgiving thrusts are only getting faster and faster, riding you out, and you’re bouncing on his cock just as unapologetically, the water being almost nothing in the tub, rose petals stuck to parts of your skin. 

With a single cry of his name, in a final unsparing thrust, long warm ropes of cum pool inside of you, and it’s so much. Creamy thick drops spilling out of you, warming up your lower stomach and causing you to let out an exasperated sigh from how your thighs are aching, giving up on you. He lets go of your neck, sliding his hands down to your waist, the other remaining on your hips, to what you think might be permanent marks of his hands with the way he held you. 

Both of you stay like this, looking at each other, with nothing but ecstasy in his dark red orbs. Not a single word is appropriate for how you two feel right now. Trying to catch your breath, you feel him slightly twitch inside of you, little beads still leaking out of your pussy down your inner thighs and his balls. 

He leans forward, kissing your forehead and holding your face with the utmost gentleness. Then your temple and finally the crook of your neck, until he keeps his face there, and brings you into the warmest embrace. He holds you as if you were his world, his everything. 

And not a word was exchanged for a good couple of minutes, both of you inhaling each other and dragging your hands across each other’s bare bodies. A moment that was more intimate than before. A moment that felt like it wasn’t real. 

“I can’t believe you’re mine”, he says against your neck, so soft a whisper yet voice so deep it’s captivating. 

“You said that before, Ryomen” You chuckle, bringing his face in front of you. 

“I am aware,” he smiles at you “I am still in disbelief” 

You kiss his lips slowly, slipping your tongue into his mouth, just slow and a little messy. 

“I am all yours”, and he melts into you further, letting out the biggest relief of a sigh.

“Although,” you tease “, I must say, you are still far more demanding than me”

“Oh?” 

Let’s just say, the bathtub didn’t last for that next round. 

⋆✮ a/n: HOLY MOLY YALL, LMAOO i was TEWWW freaked out im sorry? ACTUALLY IM NOT AHAAHA. I hope you guys liked this! And tysm for reading it, ik it was a bit of a slowburn but trust me i always reward my babygirls with some egregious SMUT EHEH. Pls lmk what u think as always and i love you mwahhh <3

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These "parts" & lead you to pornsites

Given that Tumblr has a LOT of minors on here, if suggest reporting as many as you can (a lot have the basic saturated pfp but animenovan now had an ai looking person) because yeah tumblrs a weird place but sketchy links to porn sites is a no go (from my experience, witnessed very explicit content at a young age really messed with me for a long time - both in how I acted and thought)

These are mainly in ship tags but also feature fandoms as a whole (with animenovan, I was on the bloodymary tag and saw art of Ralsei)

I'm very sorry you wanted to look at fandom art or stories and saw this but it's better if this is known rather than left

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader (pre-established relationship)

A/N: Better late than never- HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

This was inspired by a comment I saw in a tiktok comment section-

P.S. I'm ovulating so- apologies in advance. ;)

CW: just a drabble so a little short-diabolical spice ahead. rough sex, dirty talking, reuniting after long mission, inappropriate use of shield?, Steve is a big boy, fem reader, not proofread, mentions of past injury for reader