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Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary: Holidays back home are here, Sukuna makes you cum harder.

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,

Tags: College/modern Au, hurt/comfort, phone sex, orgasm denial, Sukuna likes to be called sir, Sukuna pep talks, mutual masturbation

Word Count: 4.04K

Master list

Chapter Six || Chapter Eight

Y/N: I have landed in the land of layovers! Now it’s time for food!

Sukuna: Overpriced fast food? How exciting.

Y/N: A land of layover delicacy.

Y/N: I landed home.

Sukuna: good, you managed to get home without falling out of the sky.

Sukuna: Morning doll.

Sukuna: Do not look at the image Yuji sends you

The gang(but we aren’t like a gang gang)

Yuji: Y/N! We went to go see the Christmas lights and I got bro to ride the littel kids' train with me!

Yuji sent a pic

Y/N: omg

Nobara: look at him! Ha! He barely fits! How did you manage to get him to go???

Megumi: He looks pissed. He’s going to scare the children.

Yuji: …He did make a few cry.

Megumi: Did he go on the train ride just to make small children cry?

Yuji: I told him it would make Y/N smile.

Sukuna: Morning again

Sukuna: That littel shit ate all the cereal again.

Sukuna: I. fucking. Hate. The supermarket. This time of year is the worst. They’re all like littel bugs scurrying about in a panic, but I really want that cereal.

Sukuna: What are you up to tonight? Any fancy parties?

Sukuna: I swear to god the barista was someone from the club. I flirted with him a bit in case you wanted to take him home one night.

Sukuna: It’s pretty nice out today.

Sukuna: Keep leaving me on read, ok

The moment you got off the plane it was dinner with your mother’s roommate for college. The next morning it was brunch with your grandparents on your father’s side at the country club followed by a late afternoon tea. That evening it was a  Christmas party at your mother's law firm. 

You did manage to sneak a peak at your phone to see the most adorable picture of Sukuna, squished into a child-sized seat little train ride full of kids and their parents. He had his arms crossed and a deep, pouty frown. What a humbug.  God, he was so cute!

You have just enough time to send a quick reply in the group chat before you have put your phone away and pretend as if nothing happened. Your mother finding out that you had a boyfriend was the last thing that you needed right now. And one that did not meet her standards? You don’t even dare fathom the response she would have. Your relationship was already strained from transferring to a university not her choosing.  You will be the first L/N not to graduate from the private university of your hometown.

For the rest of the evening, you do the same thing you had been doing since the moment you stepped off the plane, pretend. You pretend to be elated to see your old friends from high school, your old roommate, relatives, and your parents’s coworkers. You pretend to laugh along with their jokes and jabs about you going to a state university now.

All the while feeling more and more alone and desperate for just one genuine thing. A real smile, a real compliment, or real merry anything! But what would be the use of that? Wasn't looking pretty and perfect enough?

When you get home you're pooped but you cannot sleep. You toss and turn in your sheets. You feel weird. You feel so lonely and disconnected from the real world. In the darkness of your childhood bedroom, you wonder if your university was even real. 

'that's stupid Y/N of course it's real.'

You remind yourself of all the hard work you put into the last semester and how you deserve a break. But when could you take that? It's so much work not making any waves here back here at home. Making sure that the holiday remains jolly and all that.  Had it always been this hard?

You remind yourself that you have friends. You scroll through the group chat reading what everyone is up to. This was a bad idea. They all lived in the same town, and they all were enjoying the break together. They didn't have to pretend like everything was fine and great and like they were not becoming the disappointment of their families. 

You make a bigger mistake by clicking on Sukun's messages. He gave you these cute littel updates that slowly stopped which made sense since you had not replied to any of his texts since landing. Not much sense in doing so now since it was later in the time zone he was in. 

But, fuck, you missed Sukuna. You missed Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi. You missed how Sukuan's bed smelled. How you could hear Yuji and their grandpa in the mornings.  You miss how lived in and warm the house felt. you missed feeling happy. 

It was stupid but you called Sukuna. It rings and rings. 

rings and rings.

"Oh, so you can't return a simple text but you can call me at three in the goddamn morning?"

you swallow a knot in your throat. God, just hearing his pissed-off, groggy voice made you relax under your comforter. 

"I'm sorry, I've barely had time to check my phone,"  is the excuse you gave to him. You keep your voice quiet, paranoid that your mom can come knocking at any moment. 

"Oh, too busy being all rich and distinguish to give your low-life boyfriend a text?" he sneers.

"It's not like that, my mom-"

 He does not give you a chance to explain your actions, "Would be appalled that you're dating a guy like me?"

"No- well yes, but it's more than that. She is already mad at me-

"Mad?” his laugh and dark and sends a shiver down your spine. “About what? Did you use the wrong salad fork? Did she find out that you fraternizing with someone so being your wealth? " his voice is now shaper, cutting into your feelings and getting straight to the bone. 

No, no, hearing Sukuna's voice was supposed to make you feel happy and remind you that there is an end to this long trip home.

"It's not like that...."  you trail off. What was it like to go back home, to feel so hesitant to tell everyone about your boyfriend, and your friends, and how much you are enjoying your degre program??

"Oh, I think it very much is Doll. You see all your rich friends and their rich parents with their nice cars and nice-"

"No!" your voice rises and becomes tighter, "It's not like that at all and you sound like yo-you don't understand at all."

"Than make me," he threatens.

Oh, oh that littel shit was good. It was one of the oldest's tricks in his book. He pesters and angers you until you tell him exactly what it is that is bothering you.

"It's all so fucking fake Sukuna...."  the dam breaks and tears well up in your eyes. "It's been one gathering after the other where I felt like I have to act like everything is fine and the whole family doesn't see me as this..this disappointment for not choosing the university they went to.  And everyone here is so fake too.  I don't that one person has genuinely wished me a merry anything. And you know what I want to gush about you. I wanna tell everyone how you make me swoon and laugh I want to save that cute picture of you in that tiny ass train seat as my lock screen.  I want to tell them about my friends and the things we all get up to….  but I can't because.... because...I'm scared of dealing with ramifications. "

you were scared of what your mother might do.

But she would never...

would she...

"Doll?"

"I'm scared of what she might do if she finds out I have friends there....if I have you....a-and I'm afraid she might...." your voice was shakey as things came together. It is still not all there, but the feelings are. 

"Doll keep talking to me," you hear Sukuna encourage.

"I-all this time I thought it was so ridiculous that me going to a different college bothered my mother so much. b-but I get it now, that's wh-why I'm hiding all of you... I'm afraid she'll take it away from me."

Sukuna scoffs, "Oh she can try doll. but I'd hunt you down no matter where that wench tries to hide you."

he can't see you shake your head," No...you don't get it.... This is what she does. If I choose something that that's not up to her standards she doesn't just take it away or hide it from me... She'll- she'll make me give it... I-I do want to give you up. Sh-she so manipulative that way  I’ve fallen for it so many times.”

"Hey,”  god his sift voice was killing you in the best way. You could melt into it. Just become lost in that deep tone forever. You cling to it like a lifeline. You'll continue clinging to it until you can find your way back to him. "Don't get choked up on me.... just breathe with  me for a bit."

you try, you really try. God what if your mom passes by? What if she makes out your hushed tone? You can hear the things she would say.

'Baby, why are you crying?'

'No, no, baby, a good boyfriend wouldn't make you cry.'

'Well the fact that you have to hide him tells me you know this is a bad relationship to be in.'

"Su-Sukuna...."

"Yea Doll?"

"C-can you just talk to me? just- don't want to think. I just wanna hear your voice, please?"

"Yeah," and Sukuna goes on the tell you about his day, about the appointments he had at work, and what he's eaten. There we go, you breathing clams. When Sukuan can't hear the sobs and hiccups he starts to ask you questions.

"So you have to tell me how about all the crazy rich people shit that’s been happening."

“Wait hold on! You mean she dated twin A all throughout school, had this man's child, then left him for Twin B! And no one really bats an eye because it's his name in the law firm?"

When Sukuna hears you giggle he can finally relax. He made a note to ask you more about your home situation, mabey torturer some information out of his younger brother. But right now he just doesn't want to hear you like that again with him being so far away.

"So what are you wearing?"

"Oh my god Sukuna really?" you giggle again and it was so fucking cute how you sounded.

"I'm in nothing"

"B-bull," he can hear the flusteredness in your voice. 

"Well I am now", he says kicking off his sweats. "So know what you know what I'm wearing..."

"a slik pjay set,” You answer. “Just a shirt and shorts. Nothing really special.”

"Fuuuck," his hands slip down his bare stomach, "That pretty pink one you 've worn to sleepovers ?"

"Yeah- you remember what I wear to sleepovers?"

"Oh, i remember that little set."

you squeeze your thighs together grab your AirPods from your nightstand and pop them in so your hands feel to play with yourself. 

"Why?" you ask

On the other end Sukuan smirks. his hand reaches his soft cock that's already getting hard at your timid inquiry.

"Why? Are you really asking me that? you really don't have a clue what you do to me? You’ve got to have soem idea doll. Did you ever think it was odd that I took one look at you in those little shorts and wished all you little shits a good night then  headed up to my room?"

 A hand finds itself between thighs. your fingers being rubbed yourself over your shorts. "I-I just brushed it off as Sukuan being Sukuna.  What did you do up there, while we were all just downstairs?"

"I stroked my fat cock like am now, " he tells you.

"Oh," you moan.

"What are you doing right now doll?"

"I'm touching myself, th-through my shorts," you tell him feeling hot and needy all of a sudden. That's just the effect that Sukuan's deep, shameless voice has on you. 

"Over your clothes? That doesn't sound too fun. Be a good girl and put your hand down your shorts, slip your fingers between those pretty lips, and tell me how wet you are."

 Getting so caught up in his playful and authoritative voice you obey. Your breath hitches when your cold finger slips under the waistband of your panties. You hear Sukuna hum on the other end. 

"Fuck Doll I'm already so hard for you, missed your sweet cunt squeezing around my cock. "

"Su-sukuna..." You push your fingers between your lips and gasp, "Oh-oh my god, i-i'm wet."

You hear a raspy giggle, "I fucking knew that needy pussy missed me."

"So much," you mumble gathering up the slick and rubbing it over your clit.  "A-are you still....."

"Mhm, going nice and slow. Taking my sweet time and enjoying all those sounds you making for me."

You giggle," I've barely made any noise. I'm trying to be as quiet as I can."

His voice grows stern, "Don't you fucking dare doll. Don't keep one sound from, I wanna hear it all." 

"o-ok"

"Ok sir," he corrects you. 

Your pussy throbs at the authority in his voice, "Wh-what?"

"Tonight, you call me sir and follow my orders. If you do that,  be my good girl, then you'll get a reward."

"Damn, " is all your mind can muster. your boyfriend was so hot. 

"What was that?"

"y-yes sir."

"Good girl," his voice was like melted honey in your ears, "Take off those shorts so you can get to that cute cunt better. "

You kick off your comforter then push your shorts and panties down your hips. They wind up somewhere beside your bed

"it sounds like you enjoying yourself doll."

"I am," you answer and quickly remember to add, " sir."

"You catch in so quick." Sukuna rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

 "Permission to ask a question, sir?" you ask before your mind becomes too muddled that you forget it.

"yes, doll?"

"W-what did you think about? When you were upstairs jerking off?"

Sukuna hums,  the noise going straight to your core makes you moan softly. 

"Curious thing aren't you? why should I divulge my secret fantasies to you?"

Of course, Sukuna was teasing you. And of course, you getting so caught up in the way he makes you feel so lot and good that you play into this sir kink he has. 

Honestly, Sukuna would love to tell you all the lewd fanatics that he had since you first called him an ass to his face. 

"B-because they have me in them?"

"mmm, try again~,” he teases.

"Because I wanna know what makes you feel good sir."

He smirks, his hands flicking over his head and smearing pre-cum down his shaft. "Mainly I think about you under me, fucking into you so rough your titis bounce under that silky top. Yes, making ride my thigh until your cryin' and creaming though the shorts making a big wet spot  all before a fuck anther orgasm out of ya."

"Oh god," you gasp.  Your body responds to his deceptions. “Remind me to wear that more when I get back. Can I go faster sir, please?"

“Of course doll,"  he tells you but don't register the sly tone. You wanna hear more of his voice and let him make you feel so good that you do not that think that there mighty a catch."Tell me how it feels."

You spread your legs wider, leaning your head back as you described the ecstasy coursing through your body as your fingers work at your clit faster," So good sir, my pussy sounds so wet for you. I miss you so much. My hole’s clenching around nothing sir.”

Sukuna lets out a ragged breath, fisting his cock faster ."That’s a good girl, Don't leave that tight cunt out, fuck yourself on your fingers for me."

"Ye-yes, sir," you were so wet at this point that your index and middle finger slipped right on in.

"Oh god, s-sir I can fit in two so easily."

Now it's Sukuna's turn to throw his head back. "And what about three?"

The noises you make are so cute m, so lewd, and shameless. Just how how lies to have you. You push in another, "Yes"

"And a fourth?"

"Mmm, makes me feel so full sir."

"That's good, that's good. Now fuck yourself like that was my cock filling you."

" y-yes sir, haa~ sir, feel so good, I can feel myself squeeze around them, so tight 'n' hot sir."

"That's it, that's my good girl,” he purrs.  Sukuan swallows.  He hopes that you can hear the quick fapfapfap of him stroking his cock. God did his body miss you did it crave to feel your touch again. He swears he can cum just knowing that he is not the only one craving sex.

The heel of your palm now scrapes over your clit making you tremble and moan Sukuna's name.  you feel an orgasm growing and the world falling away.

"That’s it, that’s my good girl," he praises you making you feel so warm and happy. "Now stop."

"Sir~" You've graon but do as told.

Sukuna gets a rise out of this and laughs at you.,"Not so soft am I now?"

You blink up at the ceiling of your bedroom, fingers sit soaking in your cunt. soft? soft-" Are you serious? you bringing that up now?"

"I told you I wasn't going to forget that."

"Ugh, you are so evil."

His voice talks in that authoritative tone again, "I'm sorry what was that?" 

"You are so evil, sir."

He hums. Sukuan grips the base of his cock. It weighs heavily in his hand, matching the weight he feels in his balls. They are filled with cum he wants to spill into your clenching hole and not his hand.

“Poor Y/N, “ he coos,”  So hot and needy from her boyfriend's words, but he’s being so mean make you sit there with that needy cunt filled with  her fingers.”

The wine that you make makes Sukuna groan, “That’s it doll, cry for me soem more. Beg for it.”

"pleeeease sir," your hole needy cut squeezes around your fingers, "Please let me fuck myself on my fingers for you. need it so bad. Please, sir."

Holy fuck are you a fast learner. In his state, the thought that you could be a succubus who knows just what to say makes his cock hard, and aching crosses his mind.  Sukaun lets a low moan rumble through his chest,  That’s it doll, more. G-give me more."

You inhale a wobbly breath, straining to keep your fingers still inside yourself. “It's so hard not to move sir. Not to curl my fingers inside me the way that you do. Miss the way you fuck me so much. Miss you so much, sir.  I-i don’t think I can make myself cum the way you make me do.”

“You sound so patient right now,” Sukuna mocks you as he starts to stroke his erection again. “Can’t even make herself cum, you have to have me ther to do it for you. It's only been a few days and you already miss this fat cock stuffing you cunt.  Fucking you full of my cum until you’re screaming.”

“Sir please,” you beg. 

You hear Sukuna’s harsh breath on the other end,” fuck, sound so good when you beg like th-Ah! That Doll.  You wanna cum with me?”

“Yesyesyes,” you nod eagerly even though he can’t see you. Your cunt is just as eager squeezing around your fingers.

“Then go on, fuck yourself for me doll, let me hear all those cute noises you make as you cum imaging those fingers are my cock fucking  you like your my little sex doll.”

 Finally being given permission to pleasure yourself, you began pumping your fingers in and out of you.  Ecstasy runs rampant through your system.  Your soft cries of pleasure sound so good to Sukuna. He groans pumping his fists faster. 

“That's is doll that's is, that's it, fuck you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, " your fingers curl and manage to find that spot inside you that makes you arch your back,” Please master let me cum, need to cum so bad.”

There is an amused moan from the other end before Sukaun taunts you,” Yea you need to cum that bad? You think you can get there with my voice alone?”

“Yes,  please let me cum sir,” You plead feeling the pressure build in your gut, but you're somehow staving off an orgasm until  Sukuna says which is madding. “I need so bad. Please, sir.”

Having you pleading like that and knowing he has so much power over you at this moment makes him feel so good.  He curses as his hips jerk. 

“My desperate little slut being such a good girl waiting for me to give her permission, “he says in a breathless voice.

You whimper this time making his eye roll back, “Yes I’m desperate to cum Sir. Please, please i need this. “ 

“Then cum,” Sukuna demands bucking his hips into his fist, “Hard.”

Your whole body feels light, your ass floating off the bed. You ruthlessly shove your fingers knuckle deep in your sopping wet pussy.  Your palm ruts into your clit as you feel yourself become flooded with pleasure and ecstasy.

On the other end of the phone, Sukuna moans your name as cum covers his closed fist. He feels his cock twitch against his palm as spurt after spurt leaks from the tip and over his fingers. 

As you float back down to your bed you barely register any of the lonely feelings of being home again. 

“You still with me doll?” the softness of Sukuna’s voice for the other end begins your voice back.

“Yeah,”  you give a small uncomfortable noise as  you slip your finger out of yourself, “just, wowed like always.”

“How you feelin’?” he asks reaching over to grad some tissue for his nightstand.

“Great, I think I really need that….and to just hear your voice. Thank you for picking up.”

Sukuan throughs the tissue into the trash leaving the two of you in silence  before replying, “Even if I’m annoyed with you for designing your ghosting shit… I’ll always pick up Y/N”

“Thank you.”, your voice wobbles a bit,” I’m sorry for haunting you.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes “Come on don't start crying again.”

“I’m sorry it's just a lot harder when I’m home.”

“God stop apologizing you sound so pathetic,” Sukuna scoffed then addressed you in a stern voice,” Listen y/n, stand proud. You are strong. You will continue to smile and endure your family knowing that you will come back here. When you do come back then you can let out all those emotions, to me, in my arms. Understood? “

“Yes sir,” you confirm wiping away your tears,” But can you do one more thing for me? Well, two actually.”

His automatic reply is, “Anything.”

“Can you stay on the line until I fall back asleep? And, can you keep giving me those cute little updates about your day? They kind of make mine.”

“As long as you don't call them cute, then yes. 

You pull up your shorts and settle back under the comforter. You get lulled back to sleep by his soft voice and more stories about what everyone has been up to since you left. And just when you are on the edge of falling asleep ask,” Oh, and doll?”

“Hmmm?”

“Happy holidays,” he says and wants to say more, but he thinks neither of you is ready for those words, at least not yet.

You make a happy hum on the other end of the phone and Sukuna only ends the call when he can hear your even breaths and a slight snore here and there.

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please write a chapter 7 on the sukuna fanfic it's actually so good i haven't stopped thinking abt it since i read it

It's in the works! so happy adn giddy that you enjoy the fic!

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Teacher's Pets

Fandom: JJK

Paring: Professor!Geto X Reader X Incubus!Gojo

Summary: The classic spell gone wrong that ends the reader being Professor Getot's pet Incubus' next meal.

Warming: NSFW, Darker Content, dub-con, no beta, minors DNI

Tags: College AU, student-teacher relations, fingering, praise, dirty talk, cum play, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral, size kink, double penetration, anal, squirting

Word Count: 7.5K

You only performed the silly ritual with your friends so that they would let you go home. You were all from pregaming at their house, laughing as they got ready for a night out, but you had no intention of being out on such a chilly and dreary night after a long day of classes. 

You have every intention of spending the evening at home under your heated blanket with Animal Crossing and a big mug of hot chocolate. Your English Lit professor was not a part of these plans, but here he is sitting in the middle of your living room sofa with his legs so invitingly spread. 

“P-Professor Geto…h-how did you get into my apartment?” you demand. The shake in your voice gives away how unnerved you are to find your professor has broken in.

Professor Geto lays his head against a closed fist and gives you that smile that makes him known as one of the more easygoing professors on campus. He is one of your favorites who had made reading those long classics printed on Bible-thin paper enjoyable. So enjoyable that you are currently taking him for the fourth year in a row.

He was also young, the youngest in the English department to be precise. The proximity age,  good looks, and charm made a lot of the freshmen develop some sort of crush. You were not an exception to this. However, this infatuation with Professor Geto never went away after freshman year. You are ashamed to admit that scene you have walked in on is the beginning of a fantasy or two that keeps you up at night trying so hard to bring yourself to an orgasm.

But it was never enough. Your fingers could never quite reach that spot, you could never rub your clit in just the right way. It was so embarrassing and strange to be thinking that you can’t make yourself cum while a professor has broken into your apartment. 

“I had a friend's help, one that has been just dying to meet you.” 

Snapping his fingers, a sudden presence looms over you. A tall white-haired man stands just behind you in nothing but a black blindfold and matching collar around his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.

“Isn’t she just a cutie drenched in that sweet smell of need?”

Need? Need what? You gasp when the man pulls you back into his chest. You can feel his hardened cock sandwiched between him and your back.

“Is that so Satoru? That does make sense. Desire will make us do just about anything after all.”

Satoru nods eagerly, “Out of those mortals she was the one that was marked. So needy and desperate to cum because she can’t do it herself.”

“Oh, “ Suguru coos and his voice is dripping with a faux pity, “you poor thing.”

“H-how,”  you bite your tongue so as to not reveal such embarrassing information about your….troubles.

“You look a little confused Y/N, allow me to explain what’s going on and what’s going to happen. It may be hard to believe but this is  Satoru, “ He pauses and pats his thigh, which looks so sung in those dark slacks. 

 Your foot moves to step forward, but the professor isn’t calling to you.

A black wisp of smoke passes you, the weight of Gojo’s body against your back disappears and he reappears at Professor Geto’s feet. He sits there on his knees, hard, dripping cock on full display, like a loyal dog with a black leash now attached to his collar. You feel a tinge of jealousy somewhere deep in your chest at how happy and content Satoru looks.

“And he’s, my incubus. Now at the time, I’m sure you and your friends were completely unaware that the little ‘get lucky’ ritual you all performed was actually a marking ritual and it looks like it marked you to be my succubus’s next meal. So, you’re going to let Satoru here fuck until his full and satisfied.”

Satoru for his part looks so docile smiling at you, but there’s just something about him, an air he has that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Like at any moment the demon is going lounge at you.

You swallow and look between your professor and his ‘pet’ babbling, “But…I- I didn’t know. How could- when? I-I mean we did that like what? An hour ago?”

“No excuses. This is your doing and you’ll be fixing it whether you like it or not,” The sternness in his voice leaves little room for argument.

“Why me though?” your voice is getting higher as the panic rises.” We all did the same ritual together. We all wanted to ‘get lucky’. So why was I marked”

“Oh, that’s because Suguru’s got a big fat-hng!” Suguru shuts the demon up by pulling his leash taught.

“Because Gojo desires what I desire,” He supplies little of an actual explanation.

Suguru then lets the back leash be turned into smoke, thin whisps falling between his fingers before dissipating into nothing. The demon’s blindfold follows suit revealing a predatory pair of shining blue eyes.

 You have no time to dwell on the warmth that Suguru’s words leave in your stomach. Their meaning is just on the tip of your tongue but is forgotten under Satoru’s gaze.

“She looks so cute blushing Suguru,“ the demon wines,” Please I'm dying over here!”

“Well Y/N? Are you going to let Satoru sit here and suffer?”You swallow thickly. Satoru did look pitiful down there. His cock flushed red and drooling. Aching for soem of relief. He’s so desperate that he jerks his hips into the air as if that would help. It was arousing. And your professor sitting on your living room sofa, legs spread wide and welcoming with that lazy smirk was even more arousing.

The sick thing is that the thought of laying down and letting this stranger rut his hips into you like a dog in heat while your favorite professor leisurely watches does cross your mind and does make you feel hot. But, there’s a single thread of logic that pulls you back to reality.

 Your professor broke into your apartment with some…some demon who he wanted you to fuck in front of him. Ok, that still sounds a little hot- no! This was all wrong. This was a crime. This was….This was…

You take a step back and Suguru’s face falls. He warms you, “Now, now Y/N you wouldn't want me to sick him on you, would you? I can’t be held responsible for anything he does if I have to.”

“Bu-but I don’t mean…I didn’t think that it was real. I-I just wanted to go home.”

“Excuses, excuses,” he tsks.

You take another step back. Suguru nudges his sleek dress boot against Satoru’s naked thigh and the demon attacks.

In the blur, you are on your hands and knees, a firm hand pressing down on the back of your neck keeping your face smooshed into the carpet.

“Aww listen to her wine~ ain’t she such a cutie?”

With his free hand, Gojo pulls down the cotton shorts and panties down to your knees.

“Suguru! Suguru! look! She’s got a little wet patch on her patients already,” your face burns as the demon excitedly points out the dark patch on your underwear.

“Looks like she’s been hiding some things from us. You should  know now Y/N that you can't hide anything for Satoru.”

You feel a hand creep further and further up your thigh. No, not there, don't touch there-

“Fuck you sound so good whining,” Gojo comments as his fingers slip between your slick folds, “And you’re wet already. Bet it was all those dirty fantasies about your English professor running through your pretty head when you came back to see him here.”

How did he know that? You can’t dwell on the question too long because Satoru is pushing two slender fingers into you.

“And what are these dirty fantasies of Y/N’s about?”

You do your best to shake your head and plead to the demon, “P-please don’t-oh god!” your own moan cuts You off. Gojo's fingers are slipping in and out of you. Going deeper than your fingers could ever reach.  They Curl into spots that make you tremble and forget how to string words together into coherent sentences. 

“She’s got such a filthy mind,” He begins revealing all your dirty secrets while fucking a third finger into you. ”Wants you to fuck her pretty much everywhere on campus. Over the desk in your office, down on her knees letting you fuck her throat in the most secluded parts of the library's old wing, letting you fuck this soaking cunt  in front of the whole class to show them who she belongs to. Fuuuuck, what a lewd girl you are.”

In the position the demon has you in you can’t see Professor Geto squeezing the outline of his hardened cock through his slacks.

“Go on,” Geto demands.  

“And you like it messy don’t you cutie,” Gojo laughs spreading his fingers apart making your toes curl at the feeling of being stretched open even more, “You can drop the sweet and scared virgin act. I know you want to be drooling all over Suguru’s cock, want your spit and his cum to be dribbling down your chin. You want Suguru to use that heavy, beautiful  cock of his to paint your face and tits. Y/N here thinks about getting to go to your office first thing in the morning just so you can fuck this sloppy cunt full of cum and walk around with a cute little jeweled plug keeping it all in for the whole day. Doesn't that sound so nice Suguru?”

“We’ll see how things play out Satoru. Now come on, don't play with your food.”

You are flipped over onto your back. Gojo makes quick work of throwing your shorts and panties to the side. You are left in nothing but the cropped hoodie you wore to your friend's place. Since the pre-game took place at her apartment just a few floors below, you had not bothered with a bra.

From this new position, Satoru looks down at you with the hungriest look in his eyes and a big smile plastered across his face. Craning your neck to escape his hungry gaze you see an upside-down view of your professor working on unbuckling his pants.

Gojo, wanting all your attention, gets it by slapping the head of his cock against your slick clit. 

“You hear that cutie?” and yes you do hear the wet slapping noise you two make. Each time the tip slaps against your clit it sends a pleasurable little shock through your body. 

Then he starts rubbing his erection between your folds, using your wetness to coat it.  His hands yank your hoodies up over your plump breasts. You whimper as his hands run back down your sides and grip your hips. 

“W-wait- don’t!” but you plead goes ignore as Gojo pushes himself inside you. 

Your back arches and your eyes roll back. Gojo feels so good, he’s going so deep, hitting all the right spots that are making your jaw tremble, it was like his dick was made for you. 

“S-see? Doesn't that feel good? You feel so good squeezing around my cock. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You can try and d-deny that all you like,” he begins slowing rolling his hips into yours, “But the way you’re suckin’ me in right now. Your body can't lie to me Y/N. I know how much you crave to be fucked until you can’t think. You want to be nothing but a  fuck toy for your favorite professor.”

You whimper and turn your head away from him.  The demon was right about everything. You love this. Your body is thrumming with lust and pleasure that you have been craving for weeks. But you never wanted it like this!

“B-but this is so wrong~,” you say as tears well up in your eyes, and his pace picks up.

“Shhh, shhh, there's no need to cry like that baby. Just listen to yourself,” Gojo soothes cupping your cheek so that your eyes stay on him. 

With a little hiccup and a sniffle, you obey. You don’t have to strain your ears much to hear the lewd noises you and Gojo’s bodies make. You moan,you sound so wet, and it feels so good.

You can tell yourself that this is wrong, but you can’t deny how the incubus’s cock is making you feel.

Suguru has fished his hard-on out of his pants and is now slowly stroking himself to the view before him. His incubus rocking his hips into your squelching cunt.  Each time Gojo thrusts into you your tits give a little bounce. It's quite a sight to see his favorite student getting fucked by his favorite pet. 

‘Mabey Satoru is on to something. We both have become lonely.’

“S-satoru! s-slow down, s’too much” Your senses become muddles with ecstasy and pleasure.  Your morals are slipping away from you too fast.

The demon laughs at your pathic pleas, “Slow down? But your body is loving this cutie. Fuck, fuck fuck, that’s it.  Feels so good squeezing around my cock. Gunna milk me dry if you keep this up.”

Your back arches to the carpet again and your eyes widen. No way that you were about to cum on a stranger's cock while your English professor watched stroking his own! And so quickly! Holy fuck, the upside-down views of Professor Geto jerking off his thick cock is mouth-watering.

Your orgasm crashes over you. Your skin becomes flushed with a delightful tingle and that knot that kept tightening in your tummy just snaps. You can’t think about anything else but the way that your wall is molding perfectly to his cock.  A thick viscous warmth floods your cunt as Satoru’s hips press against yours.

“That’s that’s it cutie. yesyeysyes,” Satoru chants in a tight voice.

He doesn't pull out until your body feels like putty in his hands.  Thighs twitching from the aftershock is the first of many mind-blowing orgasms to come. In your post-orgasmic state, it is easy for the demon to pick you up off the ground and set you between his legs. Your back sags against his bare chest.

As you come back down to your senses the incubus pulls both your legs over his thighs. Your face becomes flushed red all over again as the demon spreads you out in front of your professor.

Said the man stopping stroking himself, settling his hand around the base of his cock. He doesn’t want to cum yet. You’ll be taking his cum tonight, all of it. 

You try to look away from Professor Geto’s intense stare but  Satoru grips on your chin between his fingers, keeping your head forward. You wine in protest and squeeze your eyes shut as the demon begins to play with his own cum seeping out of your hole.

“St-stop-ah! Please th-that’s”

“It’s what cutie?” Gojo teases smearing his cum between your fold,” it feels good?” he gathers some of the milky white substance between his fingers and pushes it back into you,” It must feel good within how you’re clenching around my fingers.  Feel like the horny thing wants to be filled with a cock again.”

“Is that so Satoru?”

“I'm sure of it. She’s still drenched in that smell. I think she just needs some reassurance. You just need to relax Y/N we know exactly what you need and what you want,” Satoru curls his fingers inside you right over that spot that has you throwing your head back with a gasp. “But you are fighting it with those pesky morals. Come on now, just let’em go Y/N.”

The incubus words are doing something to you. Suguru knows what the succubus is doing, he can sense the magic coming off his breath causing you to grow unfocused again. Not enough to make you lose track of where you are or what’s going on, but enough to make you crave another orgasm.

The demon nuzzles into your neck and continues to enchant you with his words and slender fingers,” Don’t deny yourself this Y/N I know how much you need to feel good, and Suguru and I are here to help. You just got to relax, that’s it, relax those muscles for us. Let yourself feel good yea?”

Watching you relax against Satoru as he lazy pumps his fingers inside was a scene that Suguru could watch for hours, but some other parts of him can’t wait. 

“Y/N, come here,” he patted his thigh just as he had done with Satoru. 

The succubus lets go of you so you can crawl on your hands and knees to your professor. His incubus takes a moment to enjoy the view before crawling after you. You sit on your knees between the professor’s spread legs, still with that red blush across your cheeks. By the end of the night, they’ll fuck that shyness right out of you. He is sure of it. For now, he wants to see how obedient you can be. 

“Suck it,” he demands softly, angling the head of his dick towards your mouth. 

Suguru lets off a shaky breath as you take him into your mouth. From behind you Satoru’s darkened eyes watch you slowly slip more of Sugur's thick shaft into your mouth.

You've never had anyone as big as  Suguru so of course you struggle.  A firm hand running its fingers through your hair and another pair massaging your ass keeps encouraging you to keep going. 

His praise is just a bonus,”That’s it, shit look that Satoru. She's so determined.”

“Turns you on, doesn't it?”, the demon asks knowing the answer but wanting to see your reaction to your dear professor confirming it.

“Yes.” With your nose finally nuzzled snuggly against the thick patch of hair between his legs you moan. Finally, finally, you're seeing Satoru’s and Suguru's side of things. Realizing that they are here to make you feel good so the demon can have his fill of your sweet energy.

You pull back quickly and cough, gasping for breath. But you are so determined to please the English professor that you take  His cock back into your mouth pressing your tongue into the underside of his shaft this time. 

“Look like Satoru was spot on about you, “ Suguru groans. “Acting like this is all sorts of wrong, but when it comes down to it you are such an obedient little slut for us.”

He watches you experimentally bob your head, catching on quickly. Who knows that timid, studious girl who sits in front of all his lectures but barely says a word could suck dick so good?

His eyes flutter close enjoying your mouth bobbing and slobbering all over him. You get into a steady rhythm, drooling all over his cock making the process of slipping him down the back of your throat easier. 

His eyes snap open when you begin to gag. Your throat constricts around him and thank God you pull off of him or else you’d be gagging for different reasons.

You scramble to brace your hands against Suguru’s big thighs and whip your head to look over your shoulder. Satoru smiles innocently at you as he rolls his hips into you again.

“S-Satoru! I-I can’t suck him off with you d-doing that ~”, your head collapses against Suguru’s leg as the demon fucks into your messy cunt making your legs feel like jello. 

Suguru’s hand slips from the top of your head  to cup your cheek to have you look up at him. You look beautiful with your ruddy cheeks, short breaths, and blow pupils. 

“You can too baby,  you're such a fast learner after all and so eager to please.” that seemed to be all the encouragement you needed because you took him back into your mouth. Suguru lets out a long breath, “Atta girl.”

Your rhythm becomes unsteady, and you are still gagging every now and then, but it is just as good if not better. Suguru’s combs back your hair to keep it out of the way of your pretty lips warped around his cock.

As Satoru takes you from behind, he leans over to talk into your ear, “Now try hollowing your cheeks, yea just like that. fuck, you’re a natural at this” he cuts his eye to Suguru, “ We have to keep her. She’s barley done this before you know. She’s read some dirty fanfictions, watches porn, had a few akwrad times, but has barey evrer tasted dick like this  until now. “

No, not this again. You didn't quite like how the demon could work his way into your head and find out all your secrets. You can't object this time with your mouth already occupied, but you can groan around Suguru’s cock and wiggle your hips. Satoru laughs, griping you tighter so you can’t wither around much as he sinks his cock  back into you.

“She's so embarrassed Suguru~” he teases, “She doesn’t want you to know sad her sex life has been until now. Just some flings here and there, awkward grouping, and pathetic dry humping in a Honda Accord. She's the only person who ever made herself cum before me, well before she hit this dry spell that’s made her so desperate for pleasure. Oh fuckfuckfuck.  Y/N  we’re going to ruin this pussy. Shit, she's so excited for that Suguru.”

 You pull back to catch your breath, burring your face in Suguru’s clothed thigh as Satoru pounds into your tight cunt. The words were spot on but still embarrassing to hear out loud. Suguru for his part thinks your reaction is cute and funny. 

“Now now, “ he turns her head up to look at him “No need to be embarrassed.  You want to feel good right?”

“Y-yes, but-”

“No buts then. Just be a good girl, do what I say, let Satoru feed on you, and you’ll feel so good you’ll lose your God damn mind OK.”

Oh, did sound good. Too good to be true  And it was still wrong. But you couldn't say no to the idea of being used by the two men. Let them fill just about every hole you have with their cum. Getting to cum so many times that you might lose count.

“Ok.”, you answer them opening your mouth wide for Suguru to slip his fat cock back onto into. 

“yesssss,“ Satoru hisses, “she’s thinking about letting us use her like our cute personal sex toy.  Wants us to  cum inside her, doesn't want to waste a single drop.”

You moan around Suguru’s cock confirming that yes, you want both their cum, you need it. You need to feel your English professor fill your mouth and his demon fiils your cunt again. 

“That’s such a good girl,” Suguru groans, hands coming to comb back your hair so he can get a good look at you, “Gonna be a good girl and take everything we give you?”

 You do your best to nod. 

“She does sound like a keeper Satoru .”

“I-I told you.”

You continue to bob your head. The repeated assault on the back of your throat causes tears to collect at the corner of your eye. Even though it’s uncomfortable and going to cause your throat to be sore tomorrow you keep going. You want to feel your  English Professor’s cum shooting down the back of your throat. 

“Shit, that’s it, baby, that ittttt,” with his other hands Suguru  reached out for the demon, “Satoru come’er,”

Looking up Suguru grips the back of his head and pulls Satoru into a hungry kiss. He pushes you down on his cock making you gag more. You don’t mind it though, the sight above and the grunts from Professor Geto as his cum spurts down your throat is more than worth it.

Suguru pulls away and looks down at you. He feels you swallow around him trying your hardest to swallow every single drop of his cum, but some still manages to slip out of the corner of your mouth. Luckily the incubus is still there behind you, steadily thrusting his cock into you. He dips down to lick the cum dribbling out of your mouth.

“Poot thing, you cummed too much Suguru”

The Professor was quiet for a moment, thinking over what the Incubus had been hinting at tonight, “She’ll learn to take it all like a good girl in time. “

Satoru moans giddy, “She will, and I’ll teach her all there is to know!”

Satoru was still hunched over you as you pull off  Suguru's cock gasping for breath. You don’t get a chance to catch it Satoru pulls you into the same kind of messy open-mouth kiss you were seeing above. He can taste Suguru on your tongue.

When he breaks away you still gasp for breath and it’s such a sight. A  shiny string of spit connecting your swollen lips, your eyes too big and dazed, your face full of want, fuck,  you’re perfect

“You ready to cum again cutie?”

You nod eagerly, pussy clenching around his dick.  Satoru let's go of your chin and snake hands down between your legs. His finger home in you your clit and starts to rub vigorously back and forth over it.

Your eyes go wide and it's like something suddenly snaps. If not for Suguru’s leg you probably would be face down on the floor right now. You collapse against your professor who’s already caught on to what his incubus wants from you. He’s pretty sure this will be the first time that you’ve ever squirted.  

Sugar is no help to you. He lays his arms across the back of your couch and enjoys the look of panic that crosses your face. 

“W-wiat !” You get a little bit of strength back and use it to try and escape Gojo, but it's useless. Feeling the pressure continue to build in your stomach only makes you more frantic, ”I need a time-out! Hnnn~p-lease, i-i need a bathroom break or i-i’m gonna”

The demon doesn't stop his assault. Big fat tears of embarrassment well up in those pretty eyes of yours as you feel the release coming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

You cry as Satoru's cock counties to drill into your gushing pussy. He fucks you through the blinding, mind-numbing orgasm while chasing his own.  Slurred cruces mix with your name bubble from his mouth, and he empties himself inside your cunt again. 

“Shit,“ Satoru breathes. He pulls his hand to his mouth and licks your wetness from his fingers, ”She so good. I am so glad you marked yourself for me cutie. Couldn't think of any other mortal I'd want to fucking ruin.”

Your mushy brain barely registers anything the incubus is saying. It’s still clouded by feeling dam good and just having cummed so damn hard. You can feel how the demons are still plugged inside you and hard. Eventually, you begin to feel other things, like the button of Suguru’s slacks digging into your cheek and the wetness coating your thighs.

‘Wow’

“D-di I just squirt?”

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You can't believe it.  You’ve ever seen people squirt in porn and you thought it took some sort of special skill set to do so. 

“Mhmm, “ Satoru  hums,  “And I bet it felt as good as it looked.”

You bashfully nod, “it did.” 

You shift your knees, the carpet beginning to leave a scratchy red imprint on your skin. Doing so reminds you of the pulsing  cock still inside you. “H-how are you still hard? We’ve done it twice already.”

Satoru laughs, oh he has so much to teach you, “Because I’m still hungry for you.” 

“Y/N,  baby, come up here to get off your knees. You look like you are getting uncomfortable in this position.”

You nod and though Satoru’s pouty about it he pulls out and helps you crawl onto the other’s lap.

With Satoru’s help, you pull your last article of clothing off. In front of you Suguru’s eye level with your titis and can’t keep his eye off them. You shiver as his fingers glide over the soft flesh then flick one of your nipples making it pebble from the harsh treatment. He hums approvingly.

Ok, that was pretty hot. Even hotter is the dark and hungry way that he stares at you. Behind you, Satoru's hands guide you down starting from your shoulders then past your elbows, and stopping at your wrists. You squeak when he wraps one hand around your writs and pulls them towards his cock still hard and slick from your pussy.

 With your breast now pressed even further in his face Segura cups one of your supple breasts in the palm of his hand. He runs a thumb over your pebbled nipple. Your breath catches in the back of your throat. 

You straddle the professor’s leg. His hard-on presses into your tummy making you moan wantingly.  Suguru smiles softly. All it took was a good fucking and your putty in their hands. 

“Oh, not expecting them to be so sensitive?” Suguru teases with that easy smile of his.

You nod your head. Since when was your home this cold? Or was it the man- the demon behind you? The one who is occupying himself by leaving sloppy wet kisses along your neck.

Another mouth, Suguru’s,  is suddenly on you as well. He takes a nipple into your mouth and sucks, hard, causing a moan to be ripped from you. Suguru doesn't leave out your other tit from his attention either, squeezing and pawing at the fat. 

You find yourself rocking your hips back and forth, the rough material of his slacks providing only some relief to the aching between your leg that has flared up again. 

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Satoru whispers against your ear.

His hands move to your hips now,  holding them and guiding them in a steadier rhythm. It wasn't as hard or fast as you had in mind, but you can feel so much more. The incubus knew exactly what your body needed, more so than you apparently. 

“It’s s’good S-Satoru, but…I want more,” there is still a hint of that downright adorable bashfulness, but the two can tell you lust is overcoming you and you become their shameless little whore. 

Suguru pulls away from the boob with a wet pop, “Insatiable, she’ll fit right in.” Then begins giving the other the same treatment.

You whine, leaning back more, and shove your chest further into the professor's face. The demon’s voice behind you only drives you closer to cummign again, all over your English professor's nice dress pants. 

“Look at him Y/N, his cock’s already hard for us again.  So flushed and drooling just for us, for you. You know how long he’s wanted to bury it in this sweet cunt of yours?” to be the malevolent demon he is  Satoru slips hands hand down the pinch of your clit as you roll it against Suguru’s thigh.

“Satoru, “  he warns the demon. 

“What?” Satoru begins to lightly rub the sensitive nub as if to say he is sorry. “If you get to know all  of Y/N’s dirty thoughts about her favorite English professor she should get to know what you think of your favorite student.” 

When Suguru doesn't have a reply to the demon he continues, “He loses it when you wear those cute skirts and baggy cardigans. Loves thinking of how your titis fit so snugly in those tank tops.  He Imagines just yanking them down and getting these perfect tits to flop out. And you’re not the only one who fantasizes about fucking in a lecture hall. He wants to watch you go down on your knees in an empty classroom. Take these tits and squish them around his cock. You stay down there like a good girl while you let him cum all over your face.”

Your moan is high-pitched, and another orgasm is building up in your groin. How many would this make now? You‘ve already lost count.

“You like that?” Satoru asks you and you nod. 

“M’gonna cum again.”

Suguru Chuckles, ”We can tell. Look at  the mess you’re making baby.”

When you look down sure enough there was a  dark patch where your pussy is grinding back and forth. Normally you would have hid your face in embarrassment, but if you can't keep track of how many times you’ve cummed how could you find the will to be embarrassed?

“Why don’t you go ahead and cum for us again baby, go on. Let us see that pretty face again, ” Suguru commands.

 You don't have to be told twice. On his word, you feel your body tense. You have to grab onto the professor’s shoulders just to hold yourself steady as an orgasm shudders through you. You look absolutely amazing cumming. Suguru leans back just enough to really get a good look at you. Your chest rises and falls with one big breath after the other. Your nipples are perked. Your body is obviously overstimulated at this point.  Your drolling, eyes glossy with unshed tears, and pupils blown wide.

“That’s it, atta girl,” Suguru praises you.

You fall against Suguru’s chest feeling spent from benign brought to one orgasm after the other. Satoru’s hand groups at the supple flesh of your thighs meaning that it isn’t over yet A small sound akin to a whimper comes from you. It wasn’t that you were opposed to more, but you’re not sure that your body can handle it. 

“Tapping out already?” Satoru asks and you  nod, “Well that's too damn bad, there is no tapping out in this situation, did I fuck  you so good that you forgot?”

Oh, oh no. “I-I don't think I can go one though.”

“Aww, I don't care,” his voice is lowered to some darker and greedier, ”You're the one that performed that ritual, and you know you have to face the consequences of those actions.”

You whimper again because he was absolutely right, and your body was too tired to fight him on it. You have been marked, the incubus was going to feed on you until he was full, and by the looks of things Satoru had a big appetite. 

There was also your English professor and his hungry eyes and those fantasies that his pet shared. Said man lets you lean against him and catch your breath. He almost feels bad, almost. The way your body looks with you overstimulated and so fucked out that you have a hard time catching your breath was just so addictive. He could look at you all day on this. 

“Oh, you wanna know  what just popped in his head?” He doesn’t wait for a response,  “He wants to tie you up in some pretty ropes and put a wand to your clit and just sit back with a nice drink and watch you squirt and cum for hours.  How does it sound cutie?”

You moan. You’re not sure what a wand is,  but you can tell from context it's some kind of sex toy. A sex toy that the professor you’ve been crushing on wanted to use on you for hours on end? Along with arousal, you feel a warm feeling flutter in your chest and smile goofily. Your professor likes you. 

“Aww look at that, “ Suguru cups your cheek as a signal that he wants you to look at him.  You push on his chest and sit up on his lap.”Whatcha smiling for a baby?”

“You like me,” you answer. 

He chuckles combing your hair back to get a look at your love-drunk face. Maybe they should stop soon. You look so far gone already,” Yea baby  I do like you, and Satoru likes you too. Was that not clear before?”

“Mmm, maybe?” you giggle. 

“You look so beautiful drunk off our cocks  cutie. You want more of them?” Satoru asks kneading your ass cheeks. 

“Oh god,” you huff.  You feel so good but it’s too much, you don't know if your body can handle all this attention at once.

The demon behind you giggles, ”Aww, cutie, there isn't a god here tonight. Just a sorcerer and his demons.

There was something off about that sentence, but your fuzzy head can’t connect the dots. 

“Would you like that cutie? You wanna work with me to make Suguru feel good?”

Now that you understand and nod eagerly looking down at the inky hair your fingers are interned with, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Then why  don't you ride that thick cock of his?”

At the suggestion, you're already pawing at  the professor’s hard cock. When did he get so hard again? Or was he still hard from the last time? You couldn't tell what time was anymore.

Somehow you managed to line himself up with your messy entrance then slowly start to sit down. Fuck, he was big.  The fat head of his cock already felt like too much. Your little whines from the painful could make Suguru cum  on the spot right then and there if he wasn’t putting so much effort into not cumming. He can't look away from your contorted face as you continue to take more of him.

Then finally, you let out a heavy breath fully seated on Suguru’s lap. You feel so dazed. He’s all the way in and you can feel every inch of the man in every spot inside you. Just having him inside you feels like you’re going to cum. 

“Good girl,”  he purrs rubbing his palm over your abdomen. Pressing down and groans because he can feel his aching cock under his hand. “Took me so well all by herself, fuck you’re so beautiful like this baby. Gonna stuff you full of my cum sooner than I thought. “

“We,” Satoru corrects from behind  spreading your cheeks apart,” because while you get to fuck that perfect cunt, I get this cute little ass all to myself.”

You yelp feeling something cool slip between your ass cheeks. It's a struggle but when you get a glance over your shoulder you see a long string of his saliva dripping down from Satoru’s mouth. Your eyes widen in what might be the horror or a residual wave of embarrassment. 

“S-Satoru i-i’ve never done it this way  before.”

Suguru’s fingers under your chin draw your attention back to him.  His smooth smile is intoxicating just like the incubus’ words. 

“Now come on baby, yes you can. “

“But all at once?”

“We know you can. And you wanna feel good right?” Satoru asks right by the shell of your ears. 

While you shiver under him Satoru strokes his dick, spreading his precum down the shaft.

“I do.”

You can't see him, but Suguru can see the excited, borderline feral look in his eyes. He licks his fangs, long ones that you might be too far gone to feel pierce your skin, and continues his magic onto you, he places his hands back on your ass, “And you want you to make us feel good?”

“I do.”

“And I can taste that want rolling off you in waves cutie.”

With just the slightest roll of his hips, Suguru has you moaning his name and collapsing back into his chest. Suguru himself moans feeling you clench around him even tighter. 

Satoru crowds further over you like he’s closing in on his prey.

“You wanna taste it Y/N? Do you wanna be like me and be able to taste the feelings you feel right now and see all the naughty things going through our professor’s head?”

You’re not thinking straight You’re so cock drunk  that you don’t see the glaring red flags of what his words imply. You just know that yes,  you do want to know what  Professor Geto t really thinks of you. 

“I do.”

With a  thrift thrust, you feel another cock enter you. Both you and Satoru moan. You felt full before but now you felt absolutely stuffed with one cock stretching your pussy and the other stretching your ass. How did he slip so easily inside you? How could you still think at this point?

“S’much,” your words feel heavy on your tongue. 

“And it's not even all of it,” Satoru says putting your body at ease, “We haven't even started to fuck you yet cutie.”

A guttural moan is ripped from you as both men began fuck your holes. The world fully falls away at this point. Suguru’s grip your hips moving them how he wants to. His feet are planted firmly on the ground so he can fuck up into you. Behind you and in the same tandem that Satoru fucks your ass as his own hands grope your breasts.

“Oh fuck…c-can feel. Ahh~” Your hand's fists Suguru’s nice dress shirt. It wasn't fair that he was the only one that got to be dressed. Your struggle to breathe each time you feel, yes feel,  the heads of their dicks connecting inside of you your breath hitches in a little hiccup. It's adorable. Satoru looks forward to experiencing more of these cute reactions.

Suguru swallows and looks down at you in awe at how you can take them both. He can feel your drool seeping into his  dress shirt and the way you clench around him. You won't last long like this. 

“Satoru if you’re going to do it, do it now.“

“Fuck fuck, fuckI I know.  Fuck she feels so good Suguru,” the demon moans and whines.  Suguru is the only one not drooling now. 

Your professor’s pace becomes more brutal making your moans higher and louder. His demon follows suit. His hips loudly smack against your ass with enough force to make your cheeks jiggle. Below you, there is the lewd squelching of Suguru driving into you. 

Satoru pushed up on your tits so that your back is flushed against his. Now you can't hide your face anymore. And what a face it is. 

Your jaw snaps shut when Satoru brings his fangs to your neck. Your teeth clack together, and a hiss of air is pushed through them. It hurts a lot more than you think it should.  The pain spreads from your neck to the center of your chest. 

“S-S’toru,” you weakly protest.

The demon unlatches his mouth from your neck. He looks ethereal to Suguru. At the call of his demon's name, his gaze shifts to Suguru just as the man pulls him into another sloppy kiss.  When the two pull apart both of their mouths are now smeared with your blood.

Satoru smiles and then turns his attention back to you. Your next to get a sloppy open-mouth kiss that you greedily accept.

You're about to cum again, you can feel that familiar pressure building. Satoru can taste it in the air. He savors inklings of another orgasm from you. They can feel the way you pathetically roll your hips trying to meet the brutal pace he’s set that’s become more erratic. 

Satoru pulls away and you stare into the wild eyes of the demon  “You about cum pretty girl?”

 You weakly nod watching as he bites his lips hard enough to draw a fat drop of blood, he picks it up.

“Then cum with us, join us, yea?”

“Yes, yes, yes~” you catch as the pressure bursts, and you see nothing but darkness and stars. 

“Shit, Atta girl, fuck goanna milk me dry,” Suguru’s hold on you becomes bruising as he thrusts up once more and buries himself into your tight heat, and empties himself inside you.

Satoru crashes his lips against you once again, slick tongue slipping into your mouth that fills with a copper taste. The demon’s hips staling flush against your ass. 

Your eyes roll back, and you let this new darkness consume you. The world is still for a moment. The pleasure courses through you. God, it feels like it’s never going to stop. Your mind starts to fade. You try to cling to these new sensations that are barely there but eventually, you get pulled away in unconsciousness. 

The two men lose their breath as they fill you with their cum and your body greedily squeezes every last drop. Once they grow soft they gingery pulling out of your limp body. 

Satoru is hesitant to break the scene,” Is she?”

Sugar nods looking at your unconscious body in his arms,” Yea.”

The demon laughs, Oppsie~”

“How long until the transformation comes to fruition?”

“A while, a few weeks Mabey, “he soothes your hair,” But she’ll feel her first hunger for sure.”

“Hmm,  you know  your venom.”

“Oh, I know, poor thing, but when her first hunger hits  she’ll instinctually seek you out, master.”

The Sorcerer hums, “Won’t that be interesting?”

#jjk #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto smut #gojo smut #jjk suguru #satosugu #privet stacks

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Paring: Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Matsukawa fingers you in a car and clues you in on his plans

Warnings: NSFW, no beta reader, Minors DNI

Tags: fingering, car sex, cheating

Word Count: 1.8K

Table of Contents

Chapter Two || Chapter Four

When you awake it is past noon, but not too late. Your mom still lays a hand flat on her chest and gasps when she sees you come downstairs,” Why oh my stars look who has come to grace us with her presence.”

“Late night studying,“ You tell her then ask, ”Do you mind if I borrow the car? The twins want to meet up for coffee .”

She frowns and you already know what that means. 

“I can take ya,” Matsukawa peeks out from the kitchen. 

Your mom speaks over you, “ Are you sure?” 

“Oh yeah,  Y/S/N is out with her friends anyway, so I don't have much going on.”

“Wonderful! Then we can swing by and pick you up later for gift shopping!”

Oh, right. Gift shopping. You had to pick up that photography book for Dad you ordered from the bookstore and still find something for your sister. You were really just trying to mentally block out all the family time you had to spend together at this point. 

“Great then. I’ll go get ready.”

You rush back upstairs to get showered and get dressed. You put a little more effort into dressing up just because you get to be alone in a car with Matsukawa. You pair your favorite docs with a dark pair of pantyhose, a turtleneck, and a jeans overall dress with some embroidered flowers on it. 

“Oh, you look nice,” your mom comments when you come back downstairs with your bookbag. “Are you sure that this is just coffee with twins?”

“Yes, I’m just helping them not fail trig,” you roll your eyes.

Matsukawa held his tongue about what he thought of you until you two were in the car. 

“You do look really pretty today .” 

“Thanks.”  You say smiling shyly and playing with the strap of your seatbelt. 

“But” he goes on to  add, “Nothing beats that pretty sight of you last night.”

“Last night?” you giggle, “What about in the morning too? Did, you lose track of time when you were down there?”

With one hand remaining on the wheel  Matsukawa puts his other hand on your exposed thigh and oh wow, look at that,  his hand nearly covers your whole thigh. He gives it a firm squeeze that makes your stomach do a little flip. Swoon-worthy, panty-wetting behavior 

He keeps his hand there as he turns down a street that will make it take longer to get to the coffee shop you had punched into the GPS. You don’t mind though. The twins will understand, and they’ll have questions, but they won’t be mad if you have ten or so minutes late.

He hums,” I guess you’re right. I got so lost in that perfect pussy of yours last night. I could probably spend days down there and not even realize it.”

“Oh, shut up,” you feel your cheeks grow hot and bite back a bigger smile.

“You really want me to shut up talking about how much I loved last night?”

Matsukawa’s hand creeps further up your thigh, his finger teasing the end of your dress. Your breath hitches and you look over to your sister’s boyfriend. His eyes were still on the road but there was that lazy smirk plastered across his face.  A warmth bursts in your tummy and seeps down to your core.

You too return your eyes to the raid. Since Matsukawa had chosen to take the scenic route he was now driving down a long stretch of road sounded by snow-covered evergreens.

“Ok, no not really. Not when you put it like that.”

You shiver feeling Matsukawa’s thumbs stroke your thinly covered skin just under your dress.

“Good, because you��ve  got me addicted, pretty girl.”

Oh god, there was that nickname again that makes you wetter.  You practically squeal in excitement as his hand slips between your thighs.

“So….that your hand’s  inching toward my pussy?”

In a brave move, you sink a little in your seat and spread your legs for him. Matsukawa’s eyes flick to you slumped in your seat waiting for him to touch you again, then back to the road

“Fuck pretty girl, you’re so lewd and shameless and I love it. bet you already wet huh?”

You  were but you urge him, “Why don’t don’t you go and see?”

“But I got to keep my eyes on the road, pretty girl.”

You place your hand over his and ask, ”You want me to show you them?”

“Fuck, please.”

So you do. Swept up in the attention you’re getting from your older sister’s boyfriend and wanting to feel his touch again, you guide Matsukawa’s hand to your core and push his fingers firmly against it through your pantyhose and underwear. A tiny moan escapes you at the pressure. You ask yourself why you bother with underwater.

Matsukawa swallows. He can already feel his cock stirring in his pants.

“Good girl, you wanna use my hand to get off?”

You nod eagerly and begin rutting your hips against his fingers that you keep firmly pressed against you. Matsukawa carefully shifts in his seat. His dick was now fully hard and straining against his jeans

“O-oh fuck,” you breathe.

“Feels good pretty girl?”

You nod, pressings his fingers hard against your clit.

“Fuck, you are getting soaked pretty girl aren't you?”,  he coos, and sure enough when he glances over there a damp spot forming over the crotch of your pantyhose.

“I-I need more though. It’s not enough,” you pout. The friction was great and wonderful, but you were so greedy when it came to him. Feeling him over your clothes wasn’t going to cut it. you needed to feel Matsukawa's bare fingers rubbing those perfect circles over your slick clit again. you want to feel his thick fingers stretch your cunt out.

“That so?” Matsukawa wants to give you more. He’ll give you whatever you want as long as you ask nicely.

And he doesn’t even have to tell you that. You began to plead, “Pleeeeease, wanna feel your fingers stuffing me like they did last night? Please make me feel cum hard again Issei.”

Said the man pulling his hand away. He lets out a Shakey breath. God, you make him so hard like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Matsukawa quickly pulls over to the shoulder of the road.

“Ok then, pull’em down for me pretty girl, he instructs and is surprised at how fast you wiggle your cute little ass out of that pantyhose and pull them down to your docs along with your underwear.

“Like this?” you ask sinking further down in your seat and spreading your legs for him.

 The dark-haired man balanced and arm on the center console so he can lean over it and slide his finger along the wet lips of your pussy.

“C-cold!” you jump.

“Sorry pretty girl, give it a minute. You so hot here it’ll will warm  them right up.”

Any argument that you had about his icey finger turned into a moan. Matsukawa gathers up more of your wetness between his index and middle fingers before shoving them inside you. The action has such a force behind it your whole body jolts.

“Fuuuuck,” your whine turns into a sob.

Matsukawa, that devil, doesn’t give you any kind of forewarning or warm-up before he goes straight to drilling his finger into you. The ‘schlickschlickschlick’ sound of his fingers rutting into you fills the car along with the heat of your tow’s labored breaths. You weakly grip at his wrist. It’s all so much. Eventually, all you can do is grab at anything you can and hold on for dear life.  His two thick fingers going deep and the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit.

“Fuuuck , I- Issei,” you hiccup, eye wide as you stare at his glistening fingers fucking in and out of you,” It’s so much,i-ah~ please please.”

“Yea? Keep it up pretty girl. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“S-so good m holy shit Issei!” you cry, eyes rolling back and head thumping against the car door.

Matsukawa groans feeling you clenching around his fingers. You thrash about like you couldn’t handle the way the orgasm he’s brought you to. he is loving it. 

As you calm down heaving for breath Matsukawa slips his fingers out of you and sits back in his seat, puts the car back in drive, and goes on as if not a thing happened.

“So  was that enough for ya?”

You don't trust yourself to speak just yet so you just nod and go about pulling up your pantyhose and settling back down. You soothe your hair and pull down your dress that had ridden up past your hips.

As Matsukawa, drives into town you ask,” Do you feel bad about this?”

“Do you?”

You look out the windows and play with the strap of your seatbelt again. “To be honest, nah not really.”

“Then neither do I,” he shrugs.

“But your girlfriend is my sister.”

“And I wanan to break up with my girlfriend.”

“Then why not do that ?”

Matsukawa chuckles  a littel, “She’s your sister so you tell me.”

A frown sours your face. No one breaks up with Y/S/N. And because of that, you start to wonder if you two had similar devious plans. “Are you trying to get her to break up with you by using me?”

“Well I prefer to put it as benign a total sleaze bag-”

“I’m  in.”

Matsukawa stops at a red light and turns his head to face you. You look back at him with a completely serious face. 

“I’m tired of being treated like a child and I’m tired of being the laughing stock of this family,” you explain, “If getting caught sleeping with my older sister's hot boyfriend will change that perception, then  I’m in.”

Matsukawa, smirks,”You think I’m hot?”

You settle back  in your seat,” The light’s green hot stuff.”

You end up getting dropped off at the coffee shop 20 minutes late, but the twins aren’t curious as to why you’re late.

“Was that Matsukawa in the driver’s seat?” Atsumu asks upon you sitting down at the table. 

“It was.”

“And  the bitch is ok with  him being your littel chauffeur?” Osamu asks.

You pull out  your  trigonometry textbook and a notebook from your bag. ”probably not.”

“She doesn't know?”

“She doesn't know a lot of things,” you open your textbook only to have it shut by the blond twin.

“What does that mean?” he demands.

You smile, not feeling at all bad for being caught so easily.

“Holy shit you gorgeous, amazing homewrecker. Oh, You have to tell us everything, we’re gonna need to have updates. Stats, “ Atsumms smiles wide,” this is the best Christmas ever. Can you imagine when your sister finds out?”

“We have to tell the group chat,” Osamu is already swiping open his phone. 

You put a hand over his phone screen,” After your homework.”

 The twins groan, leaving it to the theme to be so excited that their manager is sleeping around with her older sister’s boyfriend. You hope the rest of your friends will have similar reactions.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #privet stacks #mattsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #mattsun

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From Creepy Stalkero To Creep Gaurd Dog pt.1

Fandom: JJK

Paring: Choso X Reader

Summary: How Choso goes from your creep stalker to your creepy guard dog

Warming: NSFW, Darker Content, no beta, just word vomit, minors DNI

Tags: College AU, stalking, masturbation, Choso is a messy cummer,, Choso being a peeping tom, just all around creep behavior, mutual masturbation

Word Count: 2.1K

This got a littel long so part 2 will be coming soon!

Stalker!Choso who develops the biggest crush on you just by having you in the same gen ed class. And who would have a crush on you? You are just so cute, cool, confident, and always look so put together. He’s probably one of a hundred guys who are jealous that the most liked girl on campus already has a boyfriend, but he’s the only one who lets his crush develop into an obsession.

Stalker!Choso who usually sits in the back of the class. Who gets literal heart eyes when you get up to present. He loves to listen to your honeyed voice as you go through your PowerPoint. He notices how you’re always messing with your Apple Pen or twirling a strand of your hair as you present. You always give a small, light giggle when you mess up.  You look so at ease in the spotlight, like this is where you always belong looking adorable to Choso in your outfits reading off notes from your iPad.  You make public speaking look so easy.

Stalker!Choso who gets braver and eventually moves to sit behind you. He starts to get to class early. That way when you come in with your friends and sit down in front of him, he gets a whiff of your lavender and vanilla perfume you put on every morning. He grows to love this seat because he can see how perfectly your hair falls. If he leans against his desk, he can smell the sweet shampoo you use. He can hear the little jingle of the jewelry you wear as you jolt down notes in your neat handwriting. He can stare at the slope of your neck all class. He can count the number of little flay-away hairs that come loose for the silk bows you wear.

Stalker!Choso who seems to luck out one day when during break the whole class empties out of the classroom, including you, leaving your water bottle sitting right there on your desk for him.  He can’t help himself! He reaches out for the water bottle and takes a long drink once he removes the cap. He moans when his lips touch the same stainless-steel rim that your lips touch. He can taste the faintness of the ChapStick you use. Strawberry. He sets it back in place and watches as you come back in and take your seat. His heart skips a beat you pause before taking a drink. Did it seem lighter? No, that’s silly, then take a long swig. Choso swallows thickly. His face goes beat red and he has to cross one leg over the other quickly before anyone else sees how hard he is.

Stalker!Choso who finds and bookmarks all your social media. He’s careful not to like any of your Instagram posts as he does his nightly scroll while palming the firm bulge in the sweats. When he finds the perfect picture he wants to get off to, this particle night being one of you in a cherry red bikini and a big floppy sun hat at the beach, he sets up on his knee and lays his phone between his spread thighs. As he fists his cock he’ll aim the angry bulbous head at his phone screen. He moans and chants your name “y/n, y/n, y/n, of fuuuuck y/n pleasepleaseplease,” before spurting his load across your digital face.

Stalker!Choso who notices that after class you walk home, alone. Tsk,  what? your loving, great, funny boyfriend can’t even bother to walk you home or come pick you up?  He can’t get the nerve to ask you if you want him to walk you back to your apartment, so instead, he just follows behind you at a safe distance. Your house is the opposite way of his own but that’s ok. As long as you get home safe, he doesn’t mind the longer walk back to his own house.

Stalker!Choso who begins to stay a little longer. Not just making sure you get inside but peeking through your window to make sure you’re all safe and tucked into bed.  Franticly stroking his cock at the little sliver of smooth skin as you change into your slik pjay set or the fluffy ribe you step into your bedroom wearing fresh out of the shower.

Stalker!Choso who follows his usual routine of following you home, eager to get you home and make sure you are safely asleep in your bed. When you two get home your boyfriend’s there joking about how cold it is and how you should just go ahead and give him a key to your place. Choso is so beyond annoyed, borderline enraged when he sees that the only reason your boyfriend came over was because he wanted to have sex.

Stalker!Choso who imagines it’s him that’s striping you of your clothes. That’s his chopped lips kissing your soft lips. Damit he’s the one leaving sloppy marks over your skin. He would go further down that beautiful body he would make sure to praise every inch of skin and enjoy the taste of your sweet cunt before ruining it. He watches your boyfriend, that prick, lead you to fall back on your bed.

Stalker!Choso furiously fucking his fist from outside your bedroom window while imagining that he’s the one on top of you, grabbing your legs and warping them around his waist. It’s his hair you’re running your nails through, oh god, a shutter running through his body at the phantom feeling of your nails racking across his scalp.

Stalker!Choso who’s not at all surprised that he doesn’t last long but is prideful that he lasts longer than your boyfriend. He drops to his knees, the cold and wet soil soaking into his jeans. He can’t keep his desperate moans and whimpers to himself. Fuck, he wants that to be him, he wants to be the one inside you, funking into you, and making your bed creek. Fuuuuck, he wants you so bad. He wants to make you cum again and again and again-   a cry is ripped from chops as his cum splatters against the side of your house.

Stalker!Choso who gets even more bolder and begins to leave you little notes here and there. you find them throughout your day tucked into the pocket of your jacket or your bookbag. They start out as little complainants like ‘You look nice today’, ‘You always smell amazing’ or ‘god you look so pretty in that skirt’. They honesty doesn’t creep you out at all, you actually really like them. Your own boyfriend barely ever says these things to you. Each little note you find brings a  smile to your face. You keep them in a shoe box tucked away at the bottom of your closet.  You start to dress up not for you or that pompous boyfriend of yours, but for your stalker.

Stalker!Choso who notices you starts to leave your curtains open a smidge more. It has to be for him. Choso can now see the glory of your naked body. You must know that he watches you nearly every night. Why else would you stop wearing that fluffily robe (it’s in the wash)? He takes pictures and videos of you going about your nightly routine. patting dry your skin,  rubbing lotion on your arms, legs, between your thighs, and practically groping yourself as you do your breasts. His cock is achingly hard he keeps forgetting to swallow his drool as he films you.

Stalker!Choso who buys the same lotion and shampoo that you use. He uses it as lube to jerk off at his computer desk or in his shower. The scent makes me groan and sob. Rather he’s alone at night, hips arching off the bed and bedroom filled with a quick repetitive ‘fapfapfapfap’, or in the shower using his hand and the multiple shower head setting, it is never enough. Choso knows that once he splatters his load on his chest or watches his spilled cum be pulled down he will still be left wanting.

Stalker!Choso whose wanting leads to him to become more obsessive and drastic. Those little love notes start to become lewder.

‘That little outfit of yours today made me so hard.’

‘I use the same lotion as you  to stroke myself every night.’

‘I need to stuff your cute cunt full of my cum, I hate wasting so much of it.’

‘Wanna worship  every inch of your body baby.’

‘I daydream if sending our between the plush though feasting on your wetness.’

‘You pussy’s the only this I seem hungry for these days.’

‘I wanna fuck you raw until  your cunt only made me me,’

Each time you read these notes your cheeks heat up and you squeeze your thighs together

Stalker!Choso who can’t stand the sight of your ruddy cheeks being stained by big fat tears.  He already has your phone out calling you. You try to sober up as you accept the call. Choso doesn’t say hello he just asks if you wanna get off. If he can have the honor to make you cum. Makes you a promise, “I can help you feel good baby, please.”

Stalker!Choso who is surprised how you nod then say ok in a small voice. He instructs you to get comfy, and lay back on your bed, yes just like that. He tells you to start out slow. “Show me how you like your clit played with.” you follow all of your stalker's instructions. Rubbing yourself and teasing your hole till you dripping wet and hot. He then tells you to slowly start to fuck yourself with your middle finger, god your such a good girl. Then add your index. “Curl then now, yeah, that feels good doesn’t it? need to pay attention to what spots make you feel really good baby” By the time he has you plunging four fingers into your soaking cunt, Choso is right outside stroking his cock in tandem with you.

Stalker!Choso whose breath is becoming labored as you fill his ears with your sweet moans and squelching cunt. “Fuuuuck, baby, feel good?” and when you tell him yes, that he’s the one making you feel so wet and hot he has to grip the base of your cock so he doesn’t cum. He needs to cum with you. “N-now I need to rub that puffy little clit like you like- fuck yes.”

 Stalker!Choso who is in heaven as he cums with you, watching the way your cunt tries to squeeze around your finger and the way you buck your hips. Then, you thank him and he’s so flustered that he hangs up. But your breathless “thank you” plays in repeat in his head and makes his whole week.

#jjk imagines #choso kamo #jjk smut #jjk #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk x reader

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Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary:Sukuna was supposed to be helping you pack for your trip home for winter Break, a trip you really aren't looking forward to.

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,

Tags: College/modern Au, fake stackage, littel fluff a the end

Word Count: 1.6K

Master list

Chapter Five || Chapter seven

You can feel Sukuna’s eyes on you, and you don’t really care. At least not right now. If you packed quickly enough then maybe you would have time to let yourself feel hot and bothered by his gaze. Right now you were squeezed halfway into your dorm room’s closet shifting through a pile of dark clothing looking for a pair of comfy leggings you really wanted to bring home with you.

“Have you called maintenance?”

You huff. Of course, you called them. Your jammed-siding door just seems to be at the bottom of their list. “Yes, I have. Like three times, I hope they come around to fix it over break.”

Your leggings weren’t in this pile. Mabey your dresser? You go to shuffle back out of the closet, but a pair of hands on your hip stops you.”Don’t”

“What?”

“Just stay like this for me yea, doll?”

His hands are quick to slip up the loose crop top you were in. They waste no time finding your bare breasts and giving them a nice squeeze.

“Fuck doll. Do you have any idea how good you look right now in nothing but this flimsy top and those cotton shorts? You look so fuckable right now stuck like this.”

you blink, Sukuna can’t see the confusion on your face but it’s evident in your voice,” I’m  not stuck -ah!”

Sukuna gives your nipple a playful little pinch making both of them hard.

“Ok, but let’s say you are, you’re stuck here and so, so helpless. And how could I, being the arrogant sleaze bag I am, not take advantage of my cute little girlfriend being stuck like this with her ass up and all. Practically begging to be fucked aren’t ya doll?”

You’re still not sure what Sukuan was on about. You weren’t stuck. You could easily crawl backwards out of the closet and he could have his way with you on your bed. But this is… well something about it is hot and you aren’t too pressed to figure out why.

“Sukuna,” you rub your thighs together, wiggling your ass against the tent in his pants.

Sukuna lets a low groan slip from his lips. His hands slip back down gripping your hips. “You really want me to fuck you like this, Doll?”

You are nodding your head. You want him to hurry too because there was still packing to be done. Packing that you will not be able to focus on when this heat Sukuna’s ignited between your legs.

“Ah, ah, you gotta use your words  remember?”

“I want you to fuck me Sukuna,” Your voice is tight, trying not to sound as needy as Sukuan has been able to make you feel with such little action.

“That’s a good girl. And if it gets too much for you?”

“I’ll tell you. Now please,” You are wiggling your ass again.

“It’s cute how you can get so needy for my cock so fast, but I can’t fuck you just yet,” Sukuna informs you making you give the tiniest wine. You don’t have time for that, you want him now.

You feel your shorts and panties being pulled down around your knees. You feel warm hands give your ass a good squeeze then one slip down between your legs. Knuckles graze your inner thigh. The silent command that you follow, spreading your legs for better access.

“You’re such a good girl,” Sukuna’s low praise makes you wetter.

He feels this wetness when he dips two fingers into you. Your moan sounds like a winey hum. Music to his ears as he curls his fingers inside you and drags them almost all the way out.

“What sort of lube you got? You’re so wet for me already but I don’t think it’ll be enough.”

You didn’t have lube. You had lubed condoms but there was no time for that,” Just put it in already~.”

Sukuan lands a sharp slap to your ass making your body jump, “You are in no position to be talking back doll.” Then goes back to dragging his finger in and out of you. “Now answer me.”

“I-I don’t got any…” you huff. He’s managing to find that one spot inside you that makes your legs feel like jelly.

“That’s too bad,” he says picking up the pace,” Looks like I get to play with this pretty pussy with my fingers and you’ll just have to make do.”

“Co-condoms! I have lubed condoms under my mattress,” and with no shame, you beg him, “Please hurry.”

“Stuck, helpless, and so eager to get fucked by a fat cock. Damn, doll could you be more perfect?”

You feel Sukuan pull away from you. Sure, enough when he lifts the corner of the mattress there is a roll of condoms. He wonders if you bought these after you two got together or if you always had them as a just-in-case measure. His smart, beautiful Y/N always prepared.

Ripping one of the condoms from the roll, Sukuna holds the foil wrapper between his teeth and yanks down his sweets.

“Sukuna,” You moan wagging your ass,  so ready to be filled by his cock now that you didn’t care how needy you looked.

He feels his dick pulse in response. He rips open the wrapper with his teeth and slides it over his hard cock, giving it a few long strokes as he watches you wiggle your ass.

“So, fucking impatient,” he growls.

You feel his hands settle back on your hips and in the next second you feel Sukuna push into you. Your eyes roll back as you feel his stretch your pussy. Sukuan for his part hisses at how tight you are. He has to bully his dick into your tight, soft cunt.

“There we go,” he coos once he’s bottomed out.

Was he ever not going to feel like he was splitting in two? One thing was for sure, you will never get tired of the slight sting from it or the way you feel so full when he is inside you.

And when he begins to move, you almost collapse into the pile of clothes. Just as quickly as  Sukuan fucks  into you at a steady pace with his hands guiding your hips you become a moaning mess. It’s so fucking good. You’ve never been in this kinda position before down on your hands and knees unable to see the man fucking you, enveloped in darkness.

“Su-sukuna, oh god,” You mona before smothering your face into what felt like one of your black hoodies from one of your favorite bands.

Sukuna’s breath hitches when your ass is pushed up and ruts against his hips. He wants to hear all those cute noises you make when you're getting roughly stuffed. He is also aware of the little time you have left together. So, all though  Sukuna would love to sit here and languidly thrust his cock into you while he watches you lose yourself over it, he has no time for such pleasures.

One of his hands takes a fist full of the back-cropped shirt. With one hard yank, you pull up just enough that you can no longer muffle your moans in the pile of fabric.

“I want to hear all the sweet noises you make while you get fucked like this Doll.”

“Sukuna~” You spread your legs a little more asking for more.

And Sukuna is more than happy to comply. Thank god your roommate has already left for the holidays. Your small bedroom I  filled with the harsh slaps of your boyfriend’s hips meeting your ass and your cries of pleasure.

“Shit, you’re really loving this aren’t ya doll?”

“Yes, yesyesyes, fuck~” you moan, and if that wasn’t enough your body agreed. You feel how you hug around his cock and how it doesn't slow him down from pumping in and out of you. ”Sukuna, Sukuna m’gonna cum,”

“Then you do just that Doll, you cum all over-fuck!”  Sukuan demands are cut short by your high pitch wines and hot, slippery cunt clamp around him.

Your own orgasm brought Sukuna to his own. If only you could see how the man’s jaw goes slack and his head tips back. You can feel his dick twitches inside you and he feels the condom with his load of cum.

Your knees hurt. That’s the first thing that you notice when you come back around. Oh, right you're halfway in your closet looking for a pair of leggings. The second thing that comes to mind is that you really need to leave soon. Or….you could purposely leave late, or you could tell Sukuna that you forgot something and have to turn back halfway to the airport, or you could just miss your flight, and have to get another one. No, you can’t. What would your family think if you missed your flight?

“Doll?” Sukuna’s soft voice reached your ears. His thumb strokes the bars, the soft skin of your hip. He doesn’t want to pull out and let go until he’s sure you won’t collapse.

You buy your face into the pile of clothing and take a breath, inhaling the scent of your perfume. So, these had been the pile of dirty clothes. You don’t want Sukuan to pull out, not just yet. You want to stay like this a little longer because when he does pull out it means you have to go back home.

You pull your face away from the pile, “If I’m late because you couldn’t keep in your pants we’re breaking up.”

Sukuna laughs and slaps your ass, ”There’s my girl.”

You smile and your stomach flips, ‘my girl’.

Once you get cleaned up and all evidence of what just transpired is through in the bathroom’s trashcan you get back to franticly packing, but still stop here and there to kiss Sukuan softly. When he asks why you are being so affectionate you tell him, “Just getting a  few more kisses to hold me over.”

#privet stacks #sukuna x y/n #jjk sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk #jjk itadori #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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Paring: Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: After some way to personal stores that embarrass you, Matsukawa sneaks into your room to make sure your ok but of course, he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Warnings: NSFW, no beta reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, oral(reader receiving), lot of oral, fingering, overstimulation, masturbation

Word Count: 4.5K

Table of Contents

Chapter One || Chapter Three

Another time-honored tradition of the L/N’s was decorating the tree. The following day after what your friends had embarrassingly dubbed ‘the foot-long under the table’ incident, Matsukawa helps your dad bring down boxes from the attic. 

 Then the work begins. It’s not just the tree but the whole L/N household that gets decked out. Your mom loves to go all out for the holidays and your dad loves to spoil her. He loves seeing her so happy and despite how they treat you, you like seeing them so full of holiday cheer.

 Your mom is so jubilant this time of year.  But ever since her slip which resulted in a broken arm a few years back, she’s not allowed on a step ladder. Instead, she ‘supervises’ you and your dad on how to hang tensile the halls with a glass of wine in one hand and the other.

  Matsukawa and your sister work on detangling lights and unboxing decorations for the Christmas tree. He looks downright adorable tangled up in the very string of light he was trying to untangle like he was an oversized kitten getting lost on them. Your sister giggles at him snapping a few pictures before ultimately helping him.

 Seeing them all happy and coupley makes you feel sick. Just yesterday you were feeling him up under the table and he was letting you, encouraging you. Now here he and your sister are looking as happy as ever. 

 Did he really like your sister? Or was he just as good an actor as her? Was their relationship just for followers? Mabey he is a sleaze bag? A very handsome sleaze bag who thinks that he can get with you, and have some sort of holiday fling he can brag about without your sister being none the wiser?

 Honestly,  Matsukawa could have whatever kind of fling he wanted. Every time you think about the feel of Matsukawa’s hard-on constrained by his pants your mind goes wild. It should make you feel embarrassed and ashamed of how much you want your sister’s boyfriend’s cock.  Mabey that would be the scandal to finally get your family to see you as a grown-ass woman?

 Because you were the one that picked out the tree your sister is the one to put the topper on. Like with the Tree Farm, she goes all out. She puts the topper on twice. Once for an Instagram reel and the other for a photo op. You stand on the metaphorical sidelines watching your mom gush about how cute the two of them are and watch your sister eat up the attention.

 Once pictures are taken of everyone and all the now-empty boxes are put away your mom makes everyone hot chocolate to drink as you all admire all the work put into the house and tree. It really was a beautiful tree.  Even though your sister keeps reminding everyone how it’s a little crooked. Matsukawa tries to tell her that’s what makes it perfect. The flaw makes it look like a real tree. She just rolls her eyes at him.

 Your parent set on the loveseat tonight. Your sister stretched out on the couch head in Matsukawa’s lap. She goes through pictures posting the best ones of her and Matsukawa and your parents,  and the worst ones of you on her socials. You set in a recliner crisscrossed. You looked cozy there with a mug topped with whip cream. You’re actually smiling and laughing with your family. Matsukawa likes it when you smile. Do you look lighter? Like an invisible weight has been lifted off you for a brief time. 

 You take another sip, and a bit of whip cream gets left on the side of your mouth. You can feel it, swipe with your thump, and lick it up with your tongue. You barely pay any mind to the action, far more interested in your dad spilling the tea about work. He’s so proud that he knows what that means now and gives credit to one of the new interns for teaching him ‘how the cool kids talk’.

 Matsukawa's mind gets whiplash with how fast he goes from thinking you look cute and cozy you look to imagining how you’d look down on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock. You’d sit between his legs all pretty for him, mouth wide open, and tongue out waiting for his cum as he jerks off. Matsukawa loves it messy. Loves the thought of hearing you gag on his cock then watch as his cum dribbles down your chin. Looking up at home with half-lidded eyes and pupils blown wide, cum on the side of your cheek, begging for more-

 The dark-haired man takes a nice hot, stinging drink of his beverage to calm himself. He feels dirty. Ever since he thought about the idea of cheating on his sister with you, he can’t get you out of his head. These forbidden fantasies are only fueled by the fact that you may be on board with that too. At least if what happened at the restaurant was any indication. God, how he wishes your dad would have ordered a round of dessert.

 The conversation quickly turns to you, specifically to embarrassing stories that make your ears burn hot. Matsukawa watches as your smile quickly fades and your eyes become a little duller. He sees the way you shrink into the recliner trying to become smaller. 

 You try and stop your dad from telling the story of last summer when you went to a sleepover but called your mom crying, wanting to be picked up. Such a momma’s girl. Can’t even spend the night away from her.  

 “Oh it’s not that embarrassing, it's cute!” he dismisses you.

 He leaves out your panic attack, and you never told them how the twins helped distract you with their hair care routines they did on each other. It was hard work keeping the color in and their hair soft.  Like them you were in the bathroom, hiding in there until your mom drove across town to pick you up. 

 Then there was this 4th-grade sleepover with your cosines where you peed yourself and you almost hid from everyone if not for your sister finding the evidence when doing the laundry the day you came home.

 "It was so gross," your sister shivers. "I remember dry heaving at the smell."

 Matsukawa watches as you suddenly down all your hot chocolate which had to hurt. “Well, this has been fun, but school projects don’t do themselves…I’m supposed to meet with my group tomorrow and I haven't even started on it yet....”

 “Oh honey,” your mom starts but you stop her.

 “Really, I don’t wanna be up half the night working on this. Night everyone.”

 Your sister's head in his lap keeps Matsukawa grounded in his seat as you head to the kitchen to put your mug in the dishwasher then upstairs to your room. Your dad just shakes his head dismissively and your mom actually laughs a little. 

 It pisses him off. Your parents are just like your sister. They don’t seem to see how much they’re hurting you by revealing all these embarrassing things about you for a laugh.

 “She doesn’t handle any kind of embarrassment well at all. Tends to be a little dramatic. Best to let her cool off,” your mom tells Matsukawa who was looking off at the stairs.

 “Yea,” your sister agrees eying her boyfriend.

 Upstairs you’re breathing in deeply and exhaling shakily. The sugar rush is already hitting you. You pace back and forth. Eight steps from one side of your room and back to the other. Was this what the whole break was going to be like? Were you going to go back to being the second-best laughingstock of the family? Angry tears well up in your eyes. You stop at the foot of your bed and reach for your phone.

 Season’s greetings and all that jazz group chat

Y/N: I hate it here. Absolutely fucking hate, it. It’s one thing to tell embarrassing stories about my childhood as a family when it’s just the four of us. But to sit there and tell the worst of them in front of a practical stranger? It’s so infuriating and fucked up and I hate it here.  You know I really put too much faith in my parents.  I really had hoped that this Christmas would be different. That they would treat me better, but low and behold I'm fucking stupid. I was wrong.

 ARAN: Heyyyy you don’t sound ok.

 KITA: He’s right what exactly happened? Are you having an attack?

 Y/N: No, it’s not an anxiety or panic attack. I’m just really mad and embarrassed right now. I also just downed like half a mug of hot chocolate which has given me a sugar rush that isn’t helping. I don’t wanna leave my room either after leaving my family and Matsukawa downstairs.

 ARAN: Wanna have a group call? The twins and Suna are out tonight but as far as I know, me and Kita are free.

 KITA: I am, just got back from dinner at my grandmother’s.

 Y/N: It’s ok. I just needed to get that off my chest and I thought it was better to text it than to scream it in my pillow.

 ARAN: Got it

 Kita

KITA: And Y/N

 Y/N: Yes?

 KITA: fuck your sister.

 Y/N: Wow Kita Shinsuke cursing? For me? I’m touched.

 KITA: Not like you’ve heard me curse before.

 Y/N: Ok, but isn’t it funny how I’m always the one to make you say fuck.

 KITA: You know it kind is. You might just be a bad influence on me.

 Reading the texts again makes you smile. Not only because it was reassuring to know that you’re in the right to feel this way but in memories of that late night you and Kita had shared last summer. You are not being dramatic like your mom likes to say to brush off your reactions. The sugar rush is still coursing through your body, so you decide to try and do something productive with it. You weren’t lying about having a project due the first week back, just the day you were meeting with your group to go over it.  For your speech project, each person in your group would talk about a subtopic of a larger topic. You all were supposed to meet the Saturday before school started back to go over it.

 You set down at your desk and pop in your earphones. You pull up a documentary you had saved on Netflix. It was great background noise to research too. With two potential sources in and half a page of notes, you’re out.

 This is how Matsukawa finds you later that night once everyone else in the house is dead asleep. He knocks softly before entering. Your room smells like old paper and lavender. The space is lit by the warm glow of lamps on your nightstand and another on your desk,  a salt lamp on your dresser, and Christmas lights strung across the ceiling. That dresser has a TV perched on top of it. A mirror beside it that Matsukawa thinks about taking you in front of. Mabey being a little rough, ok a lot rough. Putting you in a full nelson and fucking you like that, making you watch how his dick disappears in and out of you and the blissed-out look on your face. His eyes move to the next thing, a small books shelf just overflowing with books,  before his fantasy makes him hard. 

 Back at your desk, he sees that you were even drooling a little. It’s the kind of cute that he wants to have as his lock screen. Your sister would kill him if he ever took a picture of her like this. Complain about how it’s so unflattering and could ruin her image. 

 But the picture was never the point. It was how you looked. Peaceful and calm. He really wishes that he had brought this cell phone with him. It’s still on the charger in the guest bedroom. He doesn’t want to wake you so instead Matsukawa grabs a blanket from your unmade bed.

 He snuck into your room to see how you were feeling. He wanted you to know that there was someone in this house you was in your corner.  He also wanted to have a serious sit-down talk about his scheme, but then he saw you asleep, his mind went in the gutter, and he decided it was best to let you sleep. 

 A new weight across your shoulder wakes you up. Groggily you lift your head and see Matsukawa standing there in a university tee shirt and sweats. “Hi.”

 “Hey,” his voice was so quiet and soft. Caught between being surprised and guilty for waking you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

 “It’s ok,” you say. If he hadn’t woken you up, you would have slept the whole night at your desk and woken up with an ache in your neck. But why was he in your bedroom? “So, what brings you here so late?”

 “I wanted to see you.”

 “Really?” you ask trying to not sound so happy and hopeful. No need to be even more embarrassing.

 Matsukawa nods. God, you still look half asleep and probably have no idea how his mind is going wild. No one had ever made him feel this horny this much.  The smallest things about you get him going. 

  Matsukawa sits himself down right there on the floor by your desk chair. He still doesn’t say a word as he grabs one of your ankles and uses it to spin to fully face him. You can feel the warmth of his hands through your leggings as they grip the back of your calves and pull the chair closer to him. The process was made easy because of the wheels of the hardwood floor. You have to keep your keens spread to accommodate his broad shoulders. 

“Really. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since the trip to the tree farm and that little stunt you pulled at the restaurant. You know how much I wish your dad would have ordered desert ?”

 You hear the question loud and clear in the quietness of the night, but your mind is still stuck on the fact that you have been on his mind since the tree farm, since before the restaurant. So, you weren’t just overthinking things. Your older sister's boyfriends really wanted you. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face or even care about the consequences.

 “I don’t know if that speaks for my ability to feel up my sister’s boyfriend or your eagerness to be felt up.”

 “It speaks about how much I want you,” His voice is low and heated.

 You swallow thickly. Did your sister’s boyfriend really just say that? Was this really happening? God that sounded a little fucked up. Was it a little fucked up that you liked it too?

 “Then show me,” you say in total confidence.

 The first thing that Matsukawa does after being given permission is getting rid of everything below his waist. Fuzzy socks, leggings, and cotton panties all end up strewn about on the floor he is like a kid on Christmas morning excitedly tearing away at wrapping paper.

 Once bare you get self-conscious and try to close your legs but Matsukawa’s broad shoulder prevents that from happening. You tell yourself that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ve been seen naked before and been called beautiful before. You can’t stop comparing yourself to your sister and all the admirers she has. All the thirst comments she gets when she shows off her body. 

 “Now, now pretty girl, “ Matsukawa’s voice is soft with you but still stern, “Don’t go getting shy on me now. That’s awfully unfair to take away such a pretty thing before I even got a taste.”

 “S-sorry I just feel a little, um, self-conscious …”

 “Yaea?”, he soothes a hand over your inner thigh. “’bout what?”

 “W-well,” You glance down at your stomach blocking your view of your pusy hoping he would get the message. When Matsukawa  doesn’t say anything you stutter out,” I-I don’t shave and I, um, I don't know if that’s like a thing you're used to or…”

 Then he laughs, a short little scuff that doesn’t help.

 “Sorry, sorry, it’s not funny. I hate that you feel that way,” now both his hands are inching up your thighs pushing them further about. His eyes flick down and greedily take in the sight. “ And you should know that this is one of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

 “Is the other one my sister’s?”, you immediately regret letting the question slip.

  “The other was a vintage porno I saw online when I was in my second year of high school,” Matsukawa doesn’t seem bothered. To enamored by the fact that‘s finally getting to have a taste of you.

 “Oh. Oh!” You jump in your seat feeling Matsukawa spread your lips apart with his thumbs.

  You’re such a reactive, addictive thing and he hasn’t even gotten to his favorite part.

  “You better hold onto something pretty girl.”

  “Why would I- “ a mona gets caught in the back of your throat as Matsukawa digs in. He presses his whole face into your pussy, sticking out his tongue and ruining flat over your clit.

 Your hands can’t decide what to grip onto. One thread its fingers through Matsukawa’s head of dark hair while the other grips the edge of your desk chair.

 Big hands slip under your thighs to keep them spread for him as he relentlessly works his tongue against slick bud in ways that have you seeing stars.

 “Matsukawa-“

 Said the man who suddenly pulls away making you wine. Fuck, could you be any lewder? Hearing the high pitch, disappointed noise almost makes Matsukawa want to edge you until you're crying his name, pleading for him to let you cum. But you’ve been through enough tonight.

 “No need to be so formal pretty girl. Call me Issei.”

 “Issei, it feels so good.”

 You’ve never had a guy go down on you. You’ve only seen it in porn videos and read about it in romance books. You had been under the assumption that there was a lot of fiction and acting involved. Mabey Matsukawa was just a god at oral? That had to be it because it felt too good to be anything but average.

 Matsukawa switches to sucking on your clit  in quick succession.  Your toes curl and you clamp your mouth shut, but a moan still slips through.  Matsukawa looks up at your flushed face. When your eyes meet another moan escaped under your breath. You feel embarrassed to be looking into the eye of the man eating you but you can’t seem to look away. With a hard suck you through your head back. Oh, this was going to be so so so hard to keep quiet. You feel grateful to be from a family of heavy sleepers. 

 Matsukawa huffs against your soft curls as your hand tightens in his hair. It's not a painful feeling having his hair pulled, quite the opposite really. He can feel his cock growing to half-mast in his sweats.  He doesn't say a word about it. He just keeps sucking and licking away.

 “Issie, gonna cum,” You warm feeling the familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach.  But this felt so much more intense. 

 “Issie, Issie ‘m cumming, holy fuck,” Your voice is low and rushed, and music to his ears. 

 Your orgasm pulses through your whole body. You breathlessly maon his name as you arched your back and press yourself against Matsukawa’s tongue. 

 Said man laps it up. Your breathless voice chanting his name, the grip in his hair, the way your thighs trembled in his hands, and the sudden wetness. If he wasn't painfully hard before he is now. 

  Pulling away from you Matsukawa gets a good look at your post-orgasm face. He changes his mind, he wants this face to be his lock screen. 

 “Felt good pretty girl?”, he asks soothing your thigh. 

 You nod, then swallow another gulp of air, “Made me cum so hard Issie.”

 “Lay down on your bed for me and I’ll make you cum more.”

 You scrabble to the bed you take out your clip as you lay down causing your hair to slip out and across your pillow. Matsukawa crawls on top of you and takes a moment to just admire you like this. Your hooded, wanting eyes never leave his face. Your lips are parted just enough to let in one deep breath after the other. You were still catching your breath from the orgasm he just gave you. Matsukawa smirks in that lazy way that makes you swoon. He wasn't going to give you a chance to catch your breath tonight.

  Sinking down between your spread legs, Matsukawa takes his time getting comfortable just was watch you squirm impatiently. Looks like he wasn’t the only one getting addicted to the other. Did you feel ashamed for being so needy for your the touch of your sister’s boyfriend? No at all right now, but Mabey later.

 Matsukawa throws both your legs over his broad shoulders. You squeak when Matsukawa starts to rub your sensitive clit. The bud was already flushed red and a little puffy. He wonders how long it will take to make you an overestimated mess. Probably not long by the looks of it.

 When you feel a tongue teasingly probe at your hole your eyes widen. Your hands quickly go to push Matsukawa's head away,” W-Wait!”

 Matsukawa pulls away. He look up at your panicked face, thick brows scrunched together in worry. “what’s the matter, pretty girl?”

 “I- “You forget what had you so panicked for a moment. “Is-is that ok?”

 “Do you like it?”

 “I-I don’t know. Do-do you?”

 Matsukawa gives you that damn smirk again, “I like everything about you pussy pretty girl, but I won’t do anything to it you’re not comfortable with.”

  God, and with that soft tone? He could do just about dam near anything. “It just feels new and a little weird, but not bad.”

 “I’ll go nice and slow then.’

 True to his Matsukawa slows down, way down. Lying between your legs and rubbing lazy circles over your clit while his tongue languidly plays with your hole.  Matsukawa makes you cum like this too. Because the buildup is slow you fully enjoy the feeling of his fingers pressing into your clit and his tongue exploring your cunt, occasionally dipping into the soaking hole.

 Your orgasm trembles through you.  You hug your thighs around Matsukawa’s head as your back makes a small arch off the bed.  The soft fat of your thigh is muffling any of the small noises you make. Matsukawa can feel the way your twitch she shivers as you cum.

 “How ya feeling pretty girl?”

 “So good,” slurred response has Matsukawa humming in approval.

 “You good for a few more?”

 You eagerly nod,” Yes, please.”

 “Fuck you sound so good when you say please for me,” Matsukawa says before diving right back into you pussy he’s been making a mess of.

 This time you can’t keep the wines and soft moans quiet as Matsukawa thrusts his tongue into your soaked hole.

 “Issie, s-sensitive.” You try and warn but it either falls on deaf ears or the man likes that you are becoming so overestimated that you’re having trouble stringing together a sentence.

  Once you cum again you are left out of breath. Matsukawa told himself he wasn’t going to let you catch a break tonight.  He switches to using his finger to fuck you. Two long fingers push into it, reaching deeper than your finger could ever reach. Curling inside you and pressing and dragging against your walls.

 You stop thinking about the outside world when Matsukawa adds a third finger and quickens his pace. There were no parents, no sister, no class work, no embarrassment. It was just with Matsukawa. The feeling of being full of his fingers and his mouth latching back on your puffy clit.

 “Iss-ah, f-ha, mmmm~” you tremble, unable to form a coherent word now.

 Matsukawa laps it up loud enough that you can hear the lewd and wet noises. Matsukawa doesn’t even stop with your walls start to convulsive around his fingers.

  At some point rather you are aware of it or not, you are gridding against his face. Matsukawa gladly lets you use him to chase your own resales, smearing your wetness all over his face. He knows he’s going to have to rub one out in the bathroom before returning to bed.

 Matsukawa wasn’t expecting you to use your grip on his hair to pull his face flush against your core as you hump away as breathlessly telling him how you cumming. Matsukawa can barley breathe but he doesn’t let go of your hips until he feels the rest of your body slump against the bed.

 Crawling back up to look down at your tired face you too get a good look at the way. His mouth and chin glean on the soft lights of your bedroom. You really made it a mess and through your muddled mind, your wonder what your sister would think if she saw the two of you like this.

 “Looks like I wore you out  pretty good.”

 You nod sleepily the weight of so many orgasms back-to-back crashing down on you.

 Matsukawa is not far off, but there are still a few things he has to do. Like taking care of the wet patch of pre cum that has seeped through the crotch of his sweat. He takes his time tucking you into bed, making sure you're comfortable and asleep before he slips out of your bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. it’s nearly down at this now, it is a quiet soft blue. Not his usual time to jerk off but fuck- the way you let him drown himself between your legs for that long and use him to chase your own high made him so fucking hard.

 A shower was decided to be the best place to do that. If your sister asks about it he’ll just say he couldn’t sleep. Under the hot spray of the shower, he lets out a shakey breath. Matsukawa picks out your body wash to use.

 The sound of the shower drowns out his soft grunts and the fast ‘shlickshlickshlick’ of his closed fist moving up and down his dick.

 “That’s it, That’s it, such a good girl. “he whispers to himself, head craned back and eyes squeezed shut picturing himself buried deep in your cunt.

 he lets out a  finally shaky moan as cum dribbles down his cock.

 “Fuck that was good,” Matsukawa says to himself staring down at his soft cock laying against his thigh.

 Yea, he decides he’s defiantly got to get you on board with this cheating scheme.

#mattsun #matsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #Mattsukawa Issei #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #privet stacks #haikyuu smut

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Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary:This time around you get to see Sukuna how he wanted you to see him the first time..

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI, brief assault( being grabbed at a party)

Tags: College/modern Au, stuck in an elevator, oral, blowjob, soft sukuna AND soft sex

Word Count: 4K

Master list

Chapter Four || Chapter six

It felt a little odd to say goodbye to the group after just the first bar. But as soon as Sukuna closes the front door behind you two and his mouth is on yours, you forget all about them. It is that easy to get lost in him.

 Your arms snake themselves around Sukuna’s neck. Deeping the kiss you two languidly explore each other mouths. Your stomach flutters each time Sukuna’s piercing brushes over your tongue.

 With Wasuke on his end of the semester fishing trip and the gang not coming back until the wee hours of the morning, you two had plenty of time to draw out every moment of making each other come undone tonight. Sukuna would just like to do that in his bedroom. He wants you in his bed where he can have you all to himself.

 Once you two break away for air he expresses this want in two words. “Bedroom. Now.”

 You eagerly nod as you kick off your shoes then let Sukuna lead you further into the house your hand in his. You pause as the two of you pass the kitchen.

 “Y/N?”, Sukuna's voice was stern not liking that the two of you had stopped. Not unless you wanted to have a little foreplay over the kitchen counter.

 “Give me like two seconds to fill the Britta filter.”

 Sukuna rolls his eye impatiently but lets go of your hand. “They can do it themselves “

 “Yea but not without making a huge mess, or they’ll forget altogether.”

 “It’s water.”

 “It’s a nice thing to do.”

 “Making me suffer is not a nice thing to do to me,” He grumbles as you make your way back to him.

 “Poor baby,” You coo leaning up and pecking his cheek. Your hand slips for his shoulder to tug on his hand.” I’ll be sure to make it up to you.”

 Sukuna’s room looked exactly the same as it had this morning, just darker. A lamp on his bedside table and on the corner of his desk lit the space in a warm light. The bed was still unmade, clothes were still in a pile by his records, and the mess of paper and books still spilled over his desk. So why, as soon as the door closed, do you start to feel nervous?

 Sukuna smiles down at you. The softness of it makes your knees weak. His hands cup your face as Sukuna dips his head and captured your lips in another kiss. It helps you forget the stupid feeling in your gut. It even gets lighter the longer you two kiss.

 Then Sukuna‘s hands are on your hips. Then those hands are slipping up under the bottom of your shirt. Fingers press into your skin, still cold from the night and making you gasp. His hands keep sliding up your stomach taking your shirt with them.

 “So soft and warm,” Sukuna purrs against your lips.

 His voice should send the good kind of shiver up your spine, and it kind of does. That feeling in your gut is coming back and it would seem that it crawls up to your chest along Sukuna’s finger. You can now feel it making you its home in the center of your sternum.

 You force yourself to ignore it. You do so by fisting Sukuna’s shirt and pulling him closer for another sloppier kiss. You tell yourself that this will go away. They are just nerves is all. But what was there to be nervous bout in the first place?

 You two break apart so Sukuna can take your shirt off. His mouth goes straight to your neck, biting and sucking while his hand finds the clasp of your bra.

 It’s at this moment your body decides to betray you and tense. Sukuna stops what he’s doing to pull away and look at you.

 “Y/N?”, his voice was surprisingly quiet and worried. Well, it shouldn’t be surprising because this was the real Sukuna and not the personification you’ve been making up.

 “Hmm?” you ask like nothing was rooting itself in your chest and ruing the night.

 “Talk to me. “

​​ 

“I-I’m nervous,” You admit, “it’s like the club again. I-I think this is just an intimacy that’s new to me. I don’t know what to do. And I don’t want to ruin anything.”

 The chuckle for Sukuna helps de-root that feeling in your chest. “For an honors student, you really can be an idiot “

 “Rude.”

 “Y/N nothing you do is going to ruin this night. Do whatever you want. Whatever helps you not be nervous.”

 You think about what could help. Maybe instead of ignoring it, you should just distract yourself…and Sukuna was right I is here in front of you with plenty of distractions to offer.

 “Let me strip you, please. If we’re taking things slow, I want to explore your body.

 “I can never so no when you ask so nicely doll,” Sukuna says as he drops his hands back to your hips.

 You start with Sukuna’s shirt. Mimicking his action and slipping your hands under it. You inch your way up his stomach feeling it tense and relax under your fingertips.

 “Fuck your hands are freezing.”

 “And you’re doing such a good job at warming them up.”

  Sukuna’s nipple immediately perks up when your cold thump brushes over it. He takes in a sharp breath when you do it again. Were they sensitive? You wanted to find out.

 “Take your shirt off, “You request then add that magic word,” please.”

 Sukuna practically rips off his shirt for you. You’ve never played with someone’s nipples before. But, at the moment, you feel bolder and more confident. You keep looking up into Sukuna’s face as you latch your mouth around a nipple.

  Feeling your tongue swirl around his nipple causes him to moan breathlessly. The moan goes straight to your head and your core. Just like that, you can barely feel that nervous feeling anymore. You’re surprised that it diminished so quickly. You give the nipple a soft nip before pulling away

 You watch your fingers slide back down Sukuna's stomach. You trace the defined lines of his tattoos unaware of what it’s doing to the man until you come to the hem of his pants.

 Holy fuck, he was hard. You trace over the budge in the crotch of his jeans then cup it in the palm of your hand. The realization that Sukuna is needier than you dawns on you. The tattooed man's face confirms this fact. He looks so fucking good like this too.

 “Fuck, Y/N. you’re torturing me over here.”

 You stifle a laugh, “I’ve barely done anything.”

 “Exactly.”

 Somehow you unbutton Sukuna’s pants without looking. “Wasn’t that the point of tonight? Take our time with each other?”

 Sukuna makes a noise of frustration. “I know but, fuck. This is more painful than I thought it’d doll.”

 “Are you just acting needy to make me feel less nervous?” you ask.

 “No, I’d never act needy for anyone. You’re making me so fucking hard it hurts.”

 “Well, we can’t have that,” you tell him. You had said you would make it up to him for your little detour in the kitchen.

 You actually have the Sukuna Itadori at a loss for words as you drop to your knees. Sukuna looks at you with a mixture of a desire to ravish you until you are raw and…love?

 You feel giddy as you return your attention to Sukuna’s erection. Hooking your finger under the waistline of his pants,  you drag them and his underwear down. Above you, Sukuna hums in relief when his cock is finally freed.

 Sukuna’s erection did look like it hurt, and you still can’t quite wrap your head around that you did this. You can wrap your hand around it. You stroke up Sukuna’s dick then move it down, settling around the base.

 Next, you give a small lick all the way up the underside of it. Right along a vein that makes Sukuna moan and waver on his feet. You make a note of how sensitive that vein is. And then, you smile. It looks like all those things you took note of while Sukuna was pleasuring himself in that stalled elevator did get to come in handy.

 You stroke back up and flick a thump over the tip. Sukuna cursers under his breath making you feel hot.

 “Glad to see you feeling better,” he comments in a tight voice.

 You give another stroke, this time precum dribbles down your loose fist. “Great. How are you feeling?”

 “Like I’m going insane, and I love it.”

 “Good, because I was planning on making you cum so hard, you’ll lose your mind.”

 Sukuna doesn’t get a chance to reply with words. He can only moan as you take him into your mouth.

 You can’t take all of him, but you are determined to at least try. Whatever you feel like you can’t fit you stroke. Above Sukuna clenches his jaw. It’s taking so much not to grab the back of your head and force his cock the rest of the way down your throat. He wants you to go at your own pace. He wants to see that look of triumphant look when you are able to take all of him and your throat squeezes around his cock.

 You take more of him bit by bit. You feel Sukuna shift and hear his gruff moans as you do. Then finally, your nose is pressed into his pubes, and you can feel him in the back of your throat.

 “Fuck, look at you. Such an amazing girl. You feel so good.”

 The praise makes your body buzz and your toes curl. It’s still a feat to suck him off. You gag a little every time the tip of his dick bumps again in the back of his throat. Sukuna's grip in your hair tightens, but he is never the one in control. Sukuna’s letting himself be at your mercy and that spurs you on. You want to see that face he makes you he cums again.

 But his control snaps when he cums. Sukuna cradles your head, and you let him push his dick down your throat. You eagerly swallow the seed that he spills, and your throat greedily constricts around him milking him dry. When Sukuna pulls your head away he groans at the sight below him.

 You are sitting there on your knees looking up at him with a dazed face as you inhale deeply to catch your breath. You are barely aware of the drool smeared on your chin. The sight goes straight to Sukuna’s dick  

 “Come’er doll,” Sukuna helps you back to your feet then pulls you into another kiss.

 A delightful feeling makes your body hum. You let Sukuna lead you back to his bed. You lay yourself down over his sheets and smile up at him. You’re loving the way Sukuna hovers over you just staring. It’s a major boost to your ego and fills you with more of that warm giddy feeling. Something that a day ago you didn’t think you would get to feel with Sukuna.

 “You’re smiling like an idiot.”

 “Only cause I’m with one.”

 Sukuna lets out a short laugh and doesn’t pass up the opportunity for a little banter” Do you want me to give you a list of the idiotic things you’ve done in the past 48 hours?”

  “How is it organized?”

 “I can organize it any way you want to doll,” he starts to kiss down your jawline. “Alphabetical, chronological, itemized?” By this time, he’s kissing the valley between your breasts while his hands shove themselves under your bra.

 You moan and arch into his touch. Sukuna spends time nipping and sucking at your skin, making sure to leave his mark for you to find in the morning

 “Is that like dirty talk to you doll?” Sukuna teases as his hands slide around to unclasp your bra. “Do you go to squeeze your thighs together when you’re organizing your notes? Working with you on a group project must be awkward.”

 “Shut up,” you huff out a laugh.

 “I’m just wondering if I need to change up the way I talk dirty to you?” he leans away so he can get a look at you while taking off your bra. His hand returns to your breasts and gives them another nice squeeze making your breath catch in your throat. “Like instead of telling you how I think about squeezing these perfect tits together and fucking them, something like talking about what kind of appointment book I should get for the new year?”

 “Noooo, go back to the tit fucking,” you wine and you don’t know how hot it sounds. “What kind of appointment book to get is pillow talk.”

 “Your sure?”

 “Yes.”

 “You sound so impenitent.”

 You look Sukuna dead in the eye with a cute little pout across your lips. “Just wait until you feel how impatient I am. I’m soaked through my panties right now.”

 And that wasn’t an exaggeration. There’s a very evident damp spot in your panties. you tremble when Sukuna brushes his fingers against the spot. He was so close to touching you. Sukuna would say that he was already touching you, but it wasn’t enough.

 Sukuna hooks his fingers under the waistband and pulls. You lift your hips to let him pull them down your legs. He brushes his knuckles up the inside of your thighs that are already spread for him. 

 “Fuck you are a soaked doll,” Sukuna notes as he spreads you open. You moan in response, eager to feel him on you.

 “And so reactive for me,” he mummers before leaning in to lick you.

  “Fuck!” you throw your head back at the feeling of Sukuna’s tongue pressing into your clit. 

 You feel stupid. You know he has a tongue piercing, but you forget how that pricing feels swiping back and forth across the sensitive bud. Sukuna’s hands are resting on your hips now, but his grip is loose enough that you can freely grind against his face as his tongue works you over.

 You are making such a mess all over his face. You don’t care and neither does the pink-haired man. It is so damn hot to see you lose control like this. He’s the reason that you needly grind against his face while you card your fingers card through his hair. 

 “Sukuna,” you gasp out as the coil snaps in you making your body shake. You cum gripping Sukuna's hair as you though squeeze your thighs around his head. Sukuna moans against your flesh letting you ride out your orgasm.

 Sukuna pulls away gasping for air and smirking. He could spend all night down here, making you cum on his face like that again and again. Feeling and watching you use him to reach the peak of your high, come down, then do it all over again. He’s almost tempted to if not for his aching cock. That’s ok though, he’ll have plenty of nights to try that.

 He crawls back up the bed and hovers over you. From this point of view, you can see how His chin is covered in your juices. This night was amazing. Just a few of that reasons was how wet Sukuna has you and how good he looked smirking down at you, his hair tussled by your hands, and his eyes filled with hunger and admiration that’s just for you.

 “Condom?”

 “No,” you quick to answer, mabey and a little impenitence because you want this man in you now. “And if I need you to stop I’ll say red.”

 “Good girl,” Sukuna praises.

 “yea,” you nod,” Whose good girl?”

 “My good girl.”

  Sukuna shifts closer and you wrap your legs around his waist as he lines himself up.

 “Ready? It might sting.”

  Even though it does sting as Sukuna slowly pushed his way into you, warmth hums in your chest. You reach out for the man, and he leans down so you can hold onto his shoulders.

 “Oh fuck,” You hiss.

 Sukuna reached down and rubs small circles against your clit to take some of the attention away from the pain.

 “Almost there doll,” Sukuna reassures you. “Shit, your so wet I can just slip right in.”

 It doesn’t feel like he’s slipping right in, it hurts. But, the way he’s touching you and speaking to you makes you like the pain. Each example of breath comes out shaky and with the occasional tiny moan.

 “Look at that doll,” Sukuna stares down where you two are connected. “You take me so well.  Bet you can feel my dick pulsing inside you with how tight you are. Fuck,” He looks back up to meet your eyes.” You so amazing Y/N.”

 You take a moment to stare at the man feeling giddy, warm, and happy, and a little like an idiot again. Sukuna tried to show you this softer side of himself before you didn’t believe him. Now you do though, and you love that you get to see more of this side.

 “Y/N?”, Sukuna asks his voice a little strained.  He wanted to move so bad, but he wanted to make sure you were ready for him too.

 “Oh sorry, I was just still getting used to soft Sukuna.”

 “I’m sorry?”

 “Soft Sukuna. This side of you that I get to see,” Your voice drops into a more somber tone,” I’m sorry that I didn’t believe it before.”

 Sukuna groans but kisses your forehead.” I’m going to remember this ‘soft Sukuna’ shit, but I just really wanna make love to you right now.”

 “Then make love to me.”

 ​​This image of you below him, face flushed, lips parted ever so slightly as you pant, eyes filled with so much warmth and desire. He’ll never get tired of it. The way your jaw trebles when Sukuna begins to thrust back into you. Your moans are soft as he fucks you slow and deep. You roll your hips to meet his thrusts.

 You two take your time. There is no rush to reach the peak of the mounting pleaser between you two. You share messy kisses and small pecks across each other faces.  

 When Sukuna not kissing you, he’s slurring praises about how good you feel squeezing around him, how perfect you look being fucked by him, and how beautiful you look bare and open for him.

 “S’good Sukuna. So good. I-fuck Sukuna don’t stop. I-I’m gonna cum.”

 “M’not gonna doll,” Sukuna promises letting himself be completely drunk on you. “Gonna cum together.”

 Sukuna keeps his pace just as is making you moan his name. The pleasure budling inside you feels like it’s too much, too big. When you reach your orgasm you feel it everywhere, your body becoming flushed with heat Sukuna is right there with you. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss as he puts his hips into you. You both moan feeling his realise fills you.

 You both pull away and stare at each other for the longest time as you catch your breath.  You’re both smiling like idiots, basking in each other’s afterglow.

 You scrunch your nose up when Sukuna pulls out of you. You can’t even clamp your thigh together the stop the feeling of his cum seeping out of your pussy because he’s still between them.

 “Adorable,” Sukuna pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

 “Not adorable. It feels weird.”

 “I’ll go get a rag to clean you up.”

  Sukuna disappears and returns with a warm rag he uses to clean the mess you two have made between your thighs.  You would really like a shower instead, but with your body feeling so spent and Sukuna collapsing beside you think you can wait a bit.

 “So, appointment book,” You begin, snuggling up to the tattooed man.

 “You were really serious about that weren’t you?” Sukuna rubs a hand down his face.

 “It’s great pillow talk.”

 “It is not.”

 “Oh, then what else do you want to talk about?”

 And because Sukuna will not admit that he can’t think of anything he says,” I want something durable. One that won’t get all scratched and looks professional.”

 “Ohh, I know a good brand.”

 You two talk about the appointment book and planners until your conversation dissolves into soft hums and you doze off together.

 You wake up from the sound of the front door closing and laughter.  Looks like the trio made it back safe.

 You move to get up, but Sukuna's strong arm around your waist keeps you in bed. You try to nudge the man awake but he only grunts.

 “Sukuna, I need to get up.”

 “No, you don’t,” he grumbles.

 “Please, we can take a nice hot shower after I help get everyone settled.”

 “They can get settled themselves.”

 “Sukuna please let me do this, They would for me. We take care of each other.”

 That did the trick, only because you sound like his grandfather. It is gross to compare the makes woman in his bed with his grandfather, but also makes something warm tingle in his chest as he watches you throw on some of his clothes.

  Downstairs Megumi is already dozing off on the couch being the sleepy drunk he is. Meanwhile, Nobara and Yuji were flighting with the blankets to make a pallet on the floor.

 Curious as to what the drunk trio was up to Sukuna gets dressed and goes to watch. He presses himself against the wall in the hallway as you carol everyone into the bathroom to brush their teeth and wash their faces.

 “You’re acting like their mother. Mabey I should start calling you mommy.” Sukuna steps into the bathroom after you all are out.

 “Only if you’re begging while you’re at it,” you counter with a sly look causing the man’s head to go blank.

 Before he can redeem himself, his younger brother makes a gagging noise. You roll your eye at Yuji as you get everyone back downstairs and help them make a pallet of blankets. While you are busy filling water bottles Sukuna starts to run the shower for you two.

 You join Sukuna not long after. There’s a permeant smile plastered across your face as Sukuna helps you wash your hair. You use his soap to wash off. Something that he tells you you should do more often when you stay over. He loves to bury his nose ageist your skin and be able to smell him on you. You call him possessive as you snuggled up under the blanket.

 Sukuna wakes up from a deep sleep with you pressed into his side. There is an insistent buzzing from the nightstand. He doesn’t have work today. In fact, the parlor is closed. Did he book someone one today by accident? No, he colors s in the days the parlor closed with his pen. It could be Choso. But when he lifts his head, he sees that it’s your phone lighting up from the nightstand.

  “Doll get up or I’m throwing your phone out the window. “

 “So grumpy,” you mutter rolling over and grabbing your phone. “Oh, the drunkards are up.”

 “How do they feel?”

 “Thankful, disgusting,” You scroll through the messages in the group chat,” in anguish that I’m ignoring them, and in desperate need of Denny’s”

 You roll out of bed and stretch. You want Denny’s. Greasy bacon and your favorite pancakes smothered in syrup sound great. But that means that the semester really is coming to an end and soon you would be back at your dorm packing for your flight home Monday.

 “So that rating still a 12/10?”, Sukuna asks drawing your attention away from the mental list of all that needs to be packed.

 “Seriously,” You laugh “Yes honey, you still have that 12/ 10 dick and top-tier sex, and “your voice grows soft, “Now I hate you a lot less.”

 That warm feeling on his chest wasn’t going away, was it?

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Nightly Visitor

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Incubus!Asahi X Fem!Reader

Summary: you finally meet the Incubus who has been haunting your dreams for nights. 

Warnings: Minors DNI, No Beta, Dark content(non/dub-con)

Tags:  spells/enchantments, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kind, creampie

Word Count: 2k

You've been having this reoccurring dream. All you recall from the dream is a voice telling you, "M'sorry, so sorry." and cumming hard. So hard that you sometimes wake up mid-orgasm. The dreams leave you spent. Even though you've been falling asleep early you still wake up drained. It's gotten so bad that you now lay in bed wondering why even bother trying to fall asleep.

  You feel the bed dip and God dammit you just want one night of sleep-wait

 You bolt upright now more awake than ever. At the end of your bed, there is a man frozen in place like a scared deer caught in the headlight. Though maybe a sheep would be a better comparison as his dark honey-colored horns remind you of one. Those horns that spiral from his soft hair should be what you are most concerned about. They aren't natural but neither is the size of this man's cock.

 You had caught him just as he was crawling into your bed; one knee pressing into the mattress and his opposite foot still planted firmly on the ground. Though as soon as you bottled up in bed, he threw his hand up.

 "M'sorry! I'm so sorry I-I thought you were already asleep.

  You stare at the man in all his naked glory slacked jaw. That was the voice. The one you had been hearing from your dream night after night. This too should be more of a pressing matter than the erection between the man's legs. It curves to the side under its own weight. A bead of clear precum drools from the tip and your eyes follow it down where it makes a dark stain on your duvet. Oh my god, nothing had even happened and the man- what he even human? Looked like he was about to bust.

 “What are you?” the question slips from your lip in your stupor. Really how were you so hung up on a dick when there was a naked man with horns in your bedroom?

 “My name’s Asahi. I ‘m an incubus; a demon who feeds off of sexual energy,” he supplies then goes back to crawling onto your bed. “And I am so hungry.”

 No, you should say no. You should be screaming and pushing the sex demon away, of your bed, out of your house, out of your life he has disrupted with his nightly visits. But Asahi is so much bigger than you. It is so easy for him to push you back down onto the bed while the shock is still fresh in your system. Now that he’s fully on top of you, trapping your waist under his weight and caging you between his arms on either side of you, there is nothing that you can do but plead to the demon to spare you for just one night.

 “Pl-please leave me alone. I can’t do this another night.”

 “Nonono, you totally can. I know you can. That’s why I keep coming back to you,” Asahi reassures.

 Something is happening. As the demon cups your cheek in one of his big hands, he gives you a soft smile. Your mind gets foggy as soon as the warmth from the palm of his hand seeps into your skin. There is a heat that spreads across your body that no matter how much you squirm won’t go away. You hear yourself moan which seems to put the nervous demon at ease.

 “See how good you are for me. Falling under my spell so easily like such a good girl.”

 There’s this tiny part of you that knows you should be scared but hearing that deep voice call you a good girl makes you want to melt. And you do. You essentially become puddy under the demon’s hands. Asahi peels back your covers. Admires how little that tank top and cotton shorts cover-up. You can only whimper as the demon strips you out of what little clothes you wore to bed. He takes his time with this part of his nightly ritual. He loves the way that his fingers dip into the supple fat of your thigh and how your tits feel squeezed in his hands. 

The fog starts to clear from your mind when Asahi’s hands remove themselves from your body momentarily. In this moment of clarity, you try to escape. Flipping yourself over onto your stomach you scramble to crawl away. The demon’s quick to grab your hips and pin them to the bed. Feeling the weeping tip of his cock slide against the small of your back you let out another one of those whimpers that sounds about as close to heaven as Asahi is ever going to get. 

 “Please don’t try and run from me,” Asahi’s tight voice makes the warming sound more like he’s begging.” That’s just goanna excite me more and I’m trying so hard to go easy on you.”

 You can’t seem to think of any sort of reply or retort. Not even another attempt at pleading to the incubus to just leave you alone. With his hands on you once more your mind fogs back up.

 Everything feels hot. Your skin, Asahi’s hands as they pull at your hips up so that your ass is up in the air, each breath you take, especially between your legs. That’s where you feel it the worst. Asahi’s form leans over you and even the new proximity feels hot. You think that this is it. He’s going to take you again. He’s going to leave you so fucked out you won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning.

 What he does instead is grab one of your pillows and slips it under you. Asahi is a demon but he's a monster. Ok, maybe a little since he has you trapped under him and his spell. You barely have time to register the kind act because in the next moment he is slipping his hand between your thighs and running his fingers along your folds. 

 You almost sob. You were so wet that the demon has no problem slipping two fingers inside you. You didn't think the unwanted touch would feel so good. Relief and pleasure wash over your body. In the wake of the feeling, you find yourself wanting more. You need more. There’s still some small part of sanity somewhere inside telling you that this isn’t consensual and asking about a condom, but it can’t stop your hips from rocking back against Asahi’s fingers. 

 “That’s a good girl,” the demon purrs. A delighted moan follows when he feels you squeeze around his fingers.

  You look at the duvet clenched in your fists. Ashamed that Asahi doesn't have to do any of the work because you’re fucking yourself on his fingers.

 Then Asahi adds another then a fourth, and you've lost. Everything feels too good. You’re too far gone for any common sense to reach you. If this was bad, then why did it feel so good? If it wasn’t consensual then why were you the doing the work?

 There's a string of slickness when Asahi pulls his fingers away. He can't have you cumming yet. Asahi needs you to cum on his cock. He's so hungry his mouth is watering as he lines himself up to your empty hole. 

 Asahi enters you with one swift movement of his hips. Both of you moan. You are so tight, and you can’t understand how he fits so snuggly inside you. You can’t even move your hips anymore because of the grip the incubus has on them, but you so desperately want him to move.

 “Please,” you’re begging in a much different tone now, “Need you to move. Please Asahi, I need you to fuck me. Need to cum so bad.”

 You can’t see the giddy smile that crosses the demons. This is why he can’t stay away from you. With just a little charm you fall right under his spell with no fight. You may say and act as if you don't want him. But if the hat were really the case, he would have to put in a lot more work to put you under his spell. 

 Asahi begins thrusting his hips and hisses,” Fuuuck, fuck, you always feel so good around my cock y/n. “

 He knows that he won't last long. He never does and that’s fine because you don't either. The energy is already coming off you and waves and it’s so delicious. 

 You hug the pillow under you and spread your knees more. You can't tell if the moans you hear are from your own mouth or from Asahi’s. All that’s on your mind is the surprise and shock that you're already cumming. Asahi hunches over your body, struggling to keep his rhythm as you wall repeatedly squeeze his cock. 

 He babbles praise after praise about how good you are to him. He can’t imagine any other human who can milk him like you can. And he can’t get enough of it.

 The world blurs and suddenly you are on your back. Asahi’s big hands lift your thighs up and press them to your chest.

 “Wait Asahhh~”, you throw your head back. 

 The incubus wasn't going to give you a break. He doesn't even care how embarrassing the sloppily sounds of his cum being fucked back into you are. Asahi loves everything about you right now. The sloppy sounds your cunt is making when he thrusts back in and how you’re doing such a poor job at hiding your red face. Turing your head and trying to smother it into the comforter while your hands are too busy clingy to the incubus’ shoulders. 

 “No, “Asahi wines. “Don't hide such a pretty face from me. I know you never remember and that’s ok because I know you love it when to tell you about the pretty faces you make while I’m fucking you. “

 And you do. The praise makes you practically melt into the bed. Asahi knows you better than you know yourself. Visiting you nearly every night had made him keenly aware of what made you come undone beneath him. Rolling his hips a certain way. Letting you know how good you are making him feel over and over. He was never good at staying quiet in the first place and you love it when he a moaning mess. 

 “That’s its y/n, yes~ cum all over my cock. Just like that, so good.”  Asahi’s cum spills into your squelching pussy. This time there is so much that you feel leak out down the crack of your ass.

 And as much as the incubus would like to sit back and admire the mess, he’s still so hungry. He is definitely a demon because no human can keep going like him or cum as much. At the rate, things are going the demon's going to fuck you raw, and much to your horror you want him to. 

 “Fuck, your so fucking perfect y/n. Makes me want to keep you forever as my little pet-” Asha gasps when you clench down around him. “Oh, you like that idea?” 

 Of course, you do, and Asahi knows you do because he fantasizes about it out loud every time, he visits you. This just might be the first time you remember it. 

 “Put a cute color around you and keep you with me in the demon realm. You’d have nothing to worry about but satiating my hunger. I’d dress you in nothing but pretty and soft lingerie. Occasional share you with my friends Show them how much a of good girl you can be oh Fuck, just like that y/n, keep squeezing me just like. Keep losing yourself in pleasure. So delicious.”

 Your head is so muddled and lost. You're faintly aware of the drool dribbling across your cheek. You can’t believe you going to cum again? How many would this make? How long had it been since the last time you orgasmed? Surely not that long. Would you survive these back-to-back orgasms? You can. You have to. If you wanted to be Asahi’s good little pet, you’ll learn how to give him one orgasm after the other. As many as he wants. 

 The sad truth is that Asahi knows he can never have you. You would never survive in the demon realm. Too many demons would want such a sweet mortal like you. So, he has to be satisfied with coming back to you every night and fucking until his hunger is bearable or you wake up. Or now that you've seen him awake until you pass out.

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A Taste of Your Own Medicine

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader 

Summary: This time around Iwaizumi is the brat 

Warnings: Minors DNI, No Beta 

Tags:  College AU, teasing, sexting, dick pics grinding, pussyjob, slight dacryphilia, brat Iwa, squirting

Word Count: 4k

Shout out to  the lovely person in the Anilysum server who got me going with this idea.

No promises but maybe i’ll write a prequel about  what happened the night

Taking your seat in the back room of the lecturer hall you open your laptop to see that your boyfriend had sent you a massage. Normally if it wasn’t something important or urgent Iwaizumi would wait until after class. 

Iwa: I’m in a teasy mood today.

Y/N: What does that even mean?

Iwa: Wanna see?

Y/N: I’m about to start the class right now.

Iwa: The one you never pay attention in to begin with?

 Y/N: Yep, that one. The one that you tell me I should pay attention to.

 Iwaizumi sends you an image anyway and thank God that the wall of the classroom is behind you and not another row of students who could catch a glimpse at what you are seeing.

Iwaizumi was in his bedroom sitting on the floor. You can see his made bed in the background. Even on his days off, when he didn’t have class or his internship, he always went for a morning run. This morning was no exception to that ritual because he was still in his sneakers and running shorts. 

Any sort of retort about how you bet Iwaizumi’s glad you talked him into buying a nice full-length mirror dies faster than you can type it because in the reflection of said mirror Iwaizumi's thighs are spread apart and on full display straining against those tiny shorts. It was like he was wanting you to skip class and come over. Crawl between those strong legs and kiss down that toned stomach.

But you can’t just skip. Half the class probably would not even be here if the professor wasn’t so strict about attendance. And by the mischievous little smile in his picture Iwaizumi knows that too. 

 Y/N: Babe you can’t be sending me thirst traps when I’m in my lecture. 

Iwa: But I am.

 Y/N: I am in a lecture 

 Iwa: So? I’m bored.

Now, why did that sound so familiar?

 Iwa: I think I’m getting why you like doing this so much.

 Iwaizumi sends you another image before you can respond. It’s another mirror selfie this time but Iwaizumi is on his knees, chest puffed probably out, and a thumb hooked into the waistline of his shorts. Pulling them down just enough to reveal the sharp v of his hips and the thicker part of his happy trail.

 This has to be some sort of punishment because this was not normal behavior from your boyfriend. He wasn’t acting like himself. He’s acting like me. Normally you would be the one to be texting Iwaizumi sinful images and texts to distract him from class and he would be the one telling you to pay attention in your lecture. 

 Y/N: Is this about the other night? I thought I already got punished for teasing you in front of everyone.

 Iwa: Oh, you did. But I don’t our normal punishment is sticking anymore. It’s almost like when I drag you off to the nearest privet place to fuck you dumb you like it.

 Y/N: Well yea I do, that’s kinda why I’m such a brat in the first place.

 Iwa: Don’t forget a masochist too. I know how much you love it when you wake up sore and you’ve got bruises in the mark of my fingerprints.

 This was very true, no matter how much you complained about being sore it was really just guilt tripping Iwaizumi into letting you sleep in a little longer or bringing you coffee when he got back from his run.

Iwa: You just seemed to enjoy last night a little too much. You were practically giggling when I pulled you into the lounge. I remember how you wiggled your ass when I was yanking down your pants and bent you over the pool table

 Y/N: But I said I was sorry!

 Iwa: I know. I just think it wasn’t a sincere apology. I think that you cared more about my fat cock drilling into you than you did my actual feelings. Your pussy was drooling for me, and I bet you were too infatuated with the idea of milking me dry that you didn’t even notice. You seem to think of me more of some kind of fuck machine than your loving boyfriend. But I can’t say that I didn’t love every minute of it. I’m getting so hard just thinking about last night.

 The next image Iwaizumi sends is a downward shot showing you, his crotch. He’s gripping what is clearly his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts. Just that alone makes the core pulse with a need that no amount of squeezing your thighs together can relieve.

Y/N: Iwa, you’re making me horny in class. IN CLASS. Where I am supposed to be taking notes and not fantasying about you in those running shorts.

 Iwa: You don’t pay attention anyway. Usually, you would be the one messaging me while you’re in your lecture. Telling me how much you wanna suck me off right now. If I scroll up enough, I can find that whole little story you sent me a few weeks day. What did you call it? An AU? TA!Iwa X student!YN. Yea that was it. Hold on.

 Y/N: Wait are you really going to look for it?

 Iwaizumi doesn’t respond for a bit. Leaving you sitting in class trying to decipher where the professor was at in their lecturer. And just when start to follow along with what the professor was saying Iwaizumi messages you back.

 Iwa: I found it. Honestly, it’s kind of enduring that in a different life you still think of us being together. I don’t think I’d be as shy and winey as you made me out to be. 

 I read like such a clueless virgin. You have to outright tell while you are down on your knees that you want to give me a blow job. You just think that I’m so stressed and pent up that I’ll be no help as a tutor like that. 

I don’t even last that long when you know full well, that I can go for hours. You had been needily bucking my hips into your mouth. Moaning and gasping about how you feel so good. How I can’t stop myself from cumming down your throat. Then all I can do is stare jaw slack in amazement as you swallow every last drop.

Y/N: Iwa you don’t need to give me a full recap of the damn thing. I wrote it.

 Iwa: You just make me sound so desperate and downplay how much of a little miscreant you are. Like, I can imagine you trying to pull something like that again and I would be able to see right through you. I would know the moment that you meet me in one of these secluded study rooms for another tutoring session you don't really care about that big test. You just wanted your TA to fuck you.

 Y/N: Is this how you felt when I was teasing you about this stuff in class?

 Iwa: What are you already red? I haven’t even started.

 Anyways, in my AU, I would call you out on it and I’d be pretty annoyed that you’re wasting my time. After all, I reserve this space to study, not to fool around. I lay you into it, but you do look pretty cute when you're getting in trouble. Make you look pretty cute. You know what face I’m talking about right? The one where you look so guilty, and you can’t look me in the eye.

 I would make you study. After all, that’s what I reserved the room for. I would make sure that you understand the course’s material even while I am thrusting into you at a shallow pace from behind.

You cry about it. Tell me that I’m being unfair or that you can’t focus. I’d just shush you, but I also wouldn’t be able to tease you about it. Asking if you can hear how wet you are. How sloppy your cunt’s being.

 I would rearward if you really tried to study. Flip you around and layout in the table. Pull your top down so I can see the way those perfect tits bounce as a fuck you. Play with your clit until I have you cumming and crying my name.

 Those rooms are pretty soundproof, right? Can’t say that I wouldn’t be quiet either. Your pussy’s just so dam perfect. So tight and wet for. Making the lewdest sounds. 

 Fuck my cock’s throbbing baby.

 Iwaizumi sends another image as if he needed to provide proof. This was another mirror selfie but taken in the bathroom from his chest down. The bathroom’s counter cuts off everything below his thighs. You have a very clear and high-quality view of the red and heavy-looking erection he’s holding with his other hand. The longer you stare at it, admiring every detail, you notice how the rest of the image seems just a tad blurrier than the rest. 

 Y/N: Did you take a portrait photo of your dick

 Iwa: Wanted to make sure you could see how hard I am.

 Y/N: How did you do that??

 Iwaizumi doesn’t answer. This meant that he was either A) in the shower, or B) filming a video to send to you. There was also the C option where he’s doing both. Your mind goes wild with the thought of Iwaizumi jerking off in the showers, using your body soap while grunting about it reminds him of you. Was it getting hot in here? Not likely the lecturer hall felt like a huge freaking meat freezer every morning when you walked in. 

 Iwa: You’re about to be on break, right?

 You look at the clock in the top corner of your screen. Had had of the lecturer already passed by?

 Y/N: Yep, like clockwork

 Iwa: Great, I’m bringing you coffee

 This text was followed by a more wholesome and PG image of his hand holding a large coffee in a to-go cup.

 Y/N: Suspicious but I’ll take it. I’ll meet you downstairs.

 Iwa: I’ll be waiting

Your professor was a little more kind when it came to the break in class giving you 20 instead of 15. You still rush out of the lecture hall and down to the building’s lobby where you immediately zone in on your boyfriend who’s just standing there looking oh so innocent.

 “Hi and thank you,” You push yourself up on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss then take your coffee. “But stop with the innocent act.”

 “Who says I’m acting innocent? I didn’t just come here to give you coffee. I was kinda hoping we could have some fun in that one bathroom.”

 You know exactly what bathroom he was talking about. An old one that was never in service but still always kept clean. It was the one he dragged you into a few weeks ago and made you choke on his cock because you just couldn’t wait until you two got back to your apartment.

 ​​“That’s a great idea,” you say taking his hand and leading him to the deserted hallway where the bathroom is.

 As soon as the door is locked, and your coffee is placed safely out of the way Iwaizumi is on you. His hands on your hips guide you back against the wall. Lips and teeth on your own. With your back to the wall, his hands move their attention to your pants, getting them undone and pushing them down just past your hips. Why not push them all the way down to your ankles? You really can’t seem to care about it. Not when Iwaizumi’s undoing his own pants and pulling his cock out.

 Iwaizumi gets himself hard in only a few strokes. Then he pushed his erection between your slits. Quite easily too because as much as it embarrasses you to admit you’re still wet from all the texts he sent during the first half of class.

 Iwaizumi doesn’t tease you for it. Instead, he asks you, “Grind on it for me baby?”

 You start to rock your hips unable to say no to that voice. The initial movement causes Iwaizumi to take in a sharp intake of air. He can’t keep his hands off you as they move back to your hips to guide you.

 “Fuuuuuuck,” The curse under a long breath as you feel his dick drag along your clit, constantly stimulating it. 

Despite how good giving your boyfriend a pussy job is, frustration wells up inside you. The head of his cock probes at your hole every time you roll your hips forward. But the hold Iwaizumi has on your hips prevents him from ever entering you.

 “Iwa please just fuck me already.”

“Mmm, but that pout’s so cute baby.”

 “But I need more,” You bet. Hand come to fist the cotton of his shirt. “Can’t cum like this. Need your dick in me. Need to fill me up.”

 “Aww, what’s wrong? “Iwaizumi’s voice becomes rougher. “Is this not enough? fuck, you won’t be satisfied until you get what you want?”

 you nod vigorously. Shame be damned, if agreeing to such things would be what led to Iwaizumi finally fucking you then you’d agree to anything that came out of that sinful mouth of his.

 “You are so God damn hot when you get desperate you know that? Fuck fuck fuck.” He pants.

 “Iwa please,” somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder how long it’s been. You two only have 20 minutes before you had to be back for the latter half of your lecture.

“That’s its baby,” he grunts pulling your hips into his. “Keep looking at me like that. That it’s, shit.”

You feel Iwaizumi’s body tremble as he cums. Making a mess between your folds. You can feel it drip down and soak into your panties. Welp so much for going back to class. 

Iwaizumi's hands slip down to your pants and hike them back up making you squeak. His cum was still warm but that didn’t make the feeling of being on your panties and smooshes against your skin comfortable.

 You are still in a state of shock as your boyfriend fixes your pants making sure you look presentable to walk out of the bathroom. He even garbs your coffee and hands it to you. You take the to-go cup still trying to figure out what was going on. Where are you two going home? Somewhere more private? Less privet?

 “See you back at the Aoba Joshi house after class?” Iwaizumi asks before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head

 And then it clicks. And you honestly might cry.

 “What-no! Hajime wait, y-you can’t leave me like these!” your voice was low but urgent. “I literally have cum in my freaking panties right now.”

 “I know that baby,” he coos. “I was the one who put it there after all.”

 “I didn’t even cum though!”

 “Aww, you look like you might actually cry. That’s so cute. But you got to suck it and get back to class.”

Iwaizumi tucks his soft dick back into his pants and soothes out his clothes. He then turns on his heel and unlocks the bathroom door.

 “This isn’t fair!” your voice was small and tight making Iwaizumi stop mid-step.

He looks over his shoulder with the meanest smirk you’ve ever seen on him. “This is just a taste of your own medicine baby.”

 Iwaizumi is amazing. You can’t help but feel a little astonished that he bought you coffee, pulled up you into a secluded bathroom, and came in your panties all in the span of 15 minutes. You sit back down on your seat and grimace. At least there weren't many people in the classroom to see your face as they were all still out on the break.

 You can’t focus on the lecturer for a whole new reason now. With every little movement, you can feel his cum. You message Iwaizumi, telling him how this is the worst and that you hate him. He never responds. So, you are left sipping your coffee. So horny and frustrated that there is a tiny knot in the back of your throat. You’re Feeling giddy too. Iwaizumi not only knows your favorite orders by heart but also knows what sort of drink to order based on the kind of day. Today was cold and gloomy so he orders a drink you like on a cold and gloomy day. You wouldn’t have even noticed you had a pattern if Iwaizumi hadn’t shown you the note he keeps on his phone about your favorite orders from your favorite places.

 God, did you love him no matter how insufferable and mean he was being right now. Damn, was this how he felt most of the time?

 The minute that your lecture is dismissed you pack up and bolt in the most casual act you can put on. You do stumble, your face turning a bright shade of red. The only thought you had as you made your way over to the Aoba Johsai house was that you were going to make Iwaizumi pay.

 You step inside the house demanding, “Alright where is he.”

 The rest of the seniors were in the living room looking like they were studying.

 Mattsun is the first to speak up. “Uh ohhh, looks like someone is a little angry with her boyfriend.”

 “Ha! What’s lover boy done this time?” Hanamaki asks not bothering to look up his laptop.

 Oikawa was the only one being quiet, staring at you for a long moment before his face cracks a coy smile, “I believe poor Y/N got a taste of her own medicine.”

“Guess that means we oughtta clear out?”, Mattsun stretches his arm above his head. “I could go for brunch.”

 “Ohhhh, with fancy mimosas?” Oikawa’s attention is drawn away from you.

 “Yes, with fancy mimosa,” Mattsun confirms then adds, “Because I need a drink after this fucking assignment.”

 The group clears out soon after. They wish you the best of luck with your bratty boyfriend. Said brat was upstirs waiting patiently in his bedroom with that same mean smirk. At least he had the decency to strip down for you. He’s sitting in his bed, back against the wall, legs spread, and facing the door so you have a nice view right when you walk in. 

 “So how was class?”

 You glare and steep over to his nightstand where he kept a pack of wet wipes in the draw. You quickly strip down to join Iwaizumi but not before cleaning up the mess he left behind.

 “You are the worst you know that?” you say tossing the used wet wipes in the trash. You turn to him and place your hand on your bare hips. “Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it was to sit through the rest of class with your freaking cum in my underwear?”

 “Probably about as uncomfortable having to sit through class with a boner.”

 “Ok well, you’ve proven your point. Can we please have sex now? Where we both cum.”

 Iwaizumi hums then flops his body down. Oh, this ass was not about –

 “Sure, but you have to do all of the work, “Iwaizumi pats his thigh.

 You eagerly crawl on the bed and straddle Iwaizumi’s waist. He makes a show of not touching you. flexing arms as he folds them behind his head in a leisurely way. Iwaizumi’s body responds quite differently. Grinding your pussy against his cock, you can feel him grow hard.

If you weren’t so God damn horny from earlier, you might have had enough self-control to edge your boyfriend the way he did you. Make him be the one that’s so frustrated that he doesn’t get to cum that it brings him to tears. This doesn’t mean that you’re going to give him what he wants. You still wanted to pay back after all. You straighten your back as you place a hand on his chest to steady yourself.

You lift your hips and line up his erection warning him, “This whole thing is about to backfire in your face,” then sink down on him.

​​Both you and Iwaizumi can’t keep quiet about how good it feels for him to be inside you and you to be filled by him. You’re usually the one on the bed while Iwaizumi hovered above you. Fawning over how tight you are once he’s bottomed. Now you are on top of him trying to catch the breath that’s been knocked from your lungs. You are not as patient as the man below and now you are paying for that.

“Forgot how thick I was didn’t you baby.”

“No,” that was mostly a lie. You’re actively resisting the urge to look away from Iwaizumi’s gaze or see if you can feel a new bump in your abdomen. You knew very well that Iwaizumi was big, you just forget how slow you needed to take him at the start.

You also forget how weak you are. You aren’t a sports science major who takes grade A care of his body. Iwaizumi could fuck you for hours, two and a half hours was the current record. You however begin to feel a burn in your thighs not even ten minutes into riding him. And Iwaizumi just lays there, enjoying watching the resolve crumbling on your face.

You didn’t want to give up so easily. You were hell-bent on making him pay. You tried telling yourself to just try ad hold out until Iwaizumi's body began to tense and shift below you, that tall tale sigh that he was about to cum. Then you could sit on his dick. Roll your hips every so often to stimulate him but never not let him cum until his voice cracks while he begs.

“I-I may have overestimated my own stamina, fuck.”, you admit. Your movements becoming slow and losing rhythm fast.

 “Oh, yeah?”

 “My thigh is burring so bad right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. guess we’re shit outta luck then, aren’t we?”

 You pause and fully seat on Iwaizumi’s hips. Your thighs scream in relief from the release of muscles, but the rest of your body is filling with dread. “What?”

 “I told you you’re doing all the work. If you wanna cum you got to do it yourself.”

 “But my thighs are on fire right now.”

“Not my problem.”

“Why are you being so mean!” you are huffing frustration.

Out of that same frustration, you go back to moving your hips up and down. Well, you try to, but your thighs still burn. You can’t get any sort of relief out of it.

Was this how Iwaizumi felt when you were a brat to him? So frustrated and annoyed with you. So, fucking desperate to cum? No, this was different because if the roles were switched, if you were the one who had told Iwaizumi he would have to do all the work, the man would be able to edge you for hours. He could manhandle you into just about any positing he wanted to. He would be able to fuck you for so long without his thigh aching and chest feeling like it’s concaving. 

“I can’t do it…” you admit in a somber tone. 

“Why? It’s not that hard baby.”

“But I’m not like you! “Your voice cracks in your sudden outburst. You ball your hands into fists and that knot in the back of your throat is back. “I can’t handle the teasing. I’m just a weak little brat who can’t get herself off without you ok. And it really fucking sucks. So, can you please just fuck me? I can’t cum like this. I can only cum when you fuck me.” 

Through the blurry tears of frustration welling up in your eyes, you can still make out that way Iwaizumi's face softens. He finally moves his hand from the back of his head to your aching thighs, running his palms back and forth over them. You might mistake the action of being fully comforting if not for being able to feel his cock pulse while inside you.

What can he say? Iwaizumi just thinks you look so fucking hot when you cry and beg for him to fuck you like this.

“Not easy is it baby? Takes a lot out of you.”

You nod helplessly and almost sob in relief and Iwaizumi sits up and pushes you onto your back. You do however moan feeling him shift inside you. Reminding you how thick he is by forcing you to adjust to him all over again.

And of course, because he cares so much for the well-being of your body he holds on of his legs to your chest while keeping the other straight 

“Really?”

“What?”, he asks switching legs. 

“Are you making me do recovery stretches while your dick is inside me?”

“That last thing we want is for you to get a cramp while I’, Fucking this perfect pussy.”

“Well, when you put it like that….”

 Iwaizumi takes your other thigh again and folds both of them to your chest, kissing your forehead when he leans into you. He also remembers to grab a pillow and slip it under his hips. You're not sure if it is the feeling of his cock going deeper or the care, he's putting in to make sure you’ll be comfortable that makes your stomach flutter. 

Iwaizumi groans when he starts to thrust his hips. You just feel so good. Squeezing him and being so wet for him. You can be such a good girl when you want to. You’re being one right now. Letting him fold you up like this and fuck you deep and rough. The little sounds coming got your mouth and the wetter ones coming from your sloppy cunt drive him wild. 

You don't how your arms have come to wrap around Iwaizumi’s neck. You can barely think at all anymore. Which is something you are fine with as long as Iwaizumi keeps thrusting into you like this. He’s going so deep that you can feel him everywhere. Pushing and dragging along every spongey spot inside you that makes your body wither and beg for more.

“Haijime, Haijime, Haijime,” you chant his name, having a hard time thinking of more words to convey the pleasure of finally getting fucked like you want, “So good, feels so good.”

 “Yea? I can see. Practically drooling over my cock. Fuuuuck,” Iwaizumi’s words tapper off in a low moan. 

You know he’s about to cum because he reaches down between you two and swipes his finger back and forth over your clit. It’s too much. Every nerve in your body finally gets to feel the sweet explosion of an orgasm. But it's so much. Your eyes roll back, and you can only sob Iwaizumi’s name as you cum. It feels so intense, sounds so much wetter, and leaves your body trembling in its aftermath.

You barely register the deep, shaky moans that come from Iwaizumia pushes himself as deep as can and spills his seed, filling you while still moving his fingers. 

It’s not until Iwaizumi pulls himself up and away from your body, unfolding your legs that you start to notice something different this time. 

Iwaizumi’s just staring down at you his face in utter bewilderment. His chest flushed and heaving as he catches his breath. 

“What’s wrong?”

Iwaizumi blinks once, twice, then speaks,” I-I made you squirt.”

 Your boyfriend slips out of you, then helps you sit up. That’s when you really feel the wetness between your thighs and see it splashed across his abdomen. You can feel his cum mixed with it begin to leak out of you. The sinful mixture getting on the sheets is the furthest thing on your mind. 

“Holy fuck. It’s everywhere, isn’t it?

“I know. Fuck that was by far the hottest thing I have ever seen you do for me, baby. I should be a brat back to you more often. 

“...I can’t say that would be the worst punishment” 

Iwaizumi is already getting off the bed. Searching for a clean pair of sweats, you catch his smile before his back is fully turned. “So, you liked it?”

“It’s very, very frustrating, but yea…. I like it when you’re a brat back to me.”

Iwaizumi makes sure you have some water first before going to run to a bath in the senior's bathroom. It never ceases to surprise who clean the Aoba Johsai seniors keep their floor’s bathroom. You never complain as your student apartment only had a shower and not a tub. Said tub was really only big enough for one but Iwaizumi finds a way to fit in behind you after he brings you some orange slices and more water.

You two lounge in the bath talking about the reverse psychology, being a brat to tame a brat, until the water turns cold. Then once you both are all dried and the sheets have been changed You and Iwa spend the rest of the day there. Dozing off and watching a few games in each other’s arms. All in all, though you cried twice today, it was a good day.

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Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary: Sukuna realizes that by dating you he may be creating a horny little monster and he's ok with that.

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI, 

Tags: College/modern Au, more fluff, very suggestive themes

Word Count: 5k

Masterlist

Chapter 3 || Chapter 5

Author Note: I would have included the sex scene in this chapter but I’m feeling real slutty for a parallel with the first chapter.

You don’t wake up from your alarm blaring right next to your ear causing your heart to lurch in your chest. You simply wake up. There is not even that small moment where you feel like you’re about to cry like a baby because you want to go back to sleep. You feel refreshed, good, ready for the day and that stupid final exam.

 You still don’t want to get out of bed. At least not yet. You want to enjoy this time laying in Sukuna’s bed before your thoughts catch up to you. Everything is so warm and comfy, and you slept so well. The kind where you wake up with sheet impressions, drool dried across your cheek and soaking into the pillow. Only you weren’t laying on a pillow.

 You sit up abruptly, waking Sukuna up with a startled grunt. Sukuna hates when people disturb his sleep. But all his anger dissipates when he cracks his eyes and sees your face staring back down at him. Your face is red with embarrassment. Dried slobber glues a few stands of hair to your cheek. You look so cute like this.

 “I’m sorry.”

 His face falls. What did you have to be sorry for? What is for the past week? Couldn’t you just forget about that for a little while longer and enjoy a morning with him?

 “I-I drooled all over your shoulder.”

 Oh, was that it? Why do minuscule things like this make you sound so guilty? You did this same thing last night too when you left your tears soaked into his shirt.

 “If it bothers you that much in can invest in something more waterproof to wear around you. Did you sleep as good as it looks?”

 You nod, “Yea, it was the best sleep I’ve had in a while actually.”

 Sukuna smiles triumphantly and folds his hands behind his head. “Good. Then you should be rested enough to tell me what the hell’s been going on with you.”

 “You know a small part of me was holding out hope that you would have forgotten about that long enough for me to sneak out.”

 “Ha, not a chance doll. In fact, I might not even let you leave this bed,” waking up to the warmth and weight of your body alone was enough to arouse him. He really did have it that bad for you.

 “And how would you plan on doing that?” the banter came out easily.

 The tattooed man just has to give you that stare and lick his lips to cause your cheeks to heat up.

 “Would be ashamed if you had to miss that final of yours.”

 ‘Would it?’ because honestly losing yourself in these sheets with Sukuan didn’t sound as bad as it should.

 “So come on, out with it.”

 “I’ve…” though you weren’t tired, and you can actually think, this is still hard to put into words, “I really fucked up. I’ve been such a horrible person. A horrible, stupid person.”

 “And how have you been so horrible and foolish?”

 “I- oh god,” you have to look away from Sukuna. Choosing instead to focus on the scattered sketching paper atop his desk. “I had this really big stupid schoolgirl crush on you when I first started to hang out with Yuji. You know, like, the best friend's hot older brother kind of crush.

But then I started to get close to everyone and I was like ‘wow this is what having real friends feels like. Which, I know, sounds pretty lame. But just having formed like Yuji, and Nobara and Megumi made me realize that all the friends I had back home were so…surface level. They wouldn’t hold my hair back when I got sick. They didn’t care if I was overworking myself. They really just cared about reputational and how we looked out friend’s group looked to those outside of it. But that’s beside the point.

The point is that I was afraid of losing that. Of being all alone at this big new school. I was so afraid of losing these first real friendships that started to make up reasons why we wouldn’t be a good match. But then I had to start thinking about why we wouldn’t be good together. And I guess- no I know at some point all those reasons kept telling myself just started to sort of snowball until I was making all these assumptions about you being a bad person. But you were never one in the first place, ok wall not as bad of one as I made you out to be. 

You had feelings for me this whole time I and I just fucked that all up with the way I acted and made assumptions.

 I wanted to apologize for the way I always thought the worst of you even when you were trying to be a good person to me. But I was so stressed and tired, and I could barely think of anything beyond finals and work, and I wanted to give you a genuine apology. I want to give everyone a genuine apology for pushing them away. I just don’t know if I can find the right words. I mean would an apology even do anything. What if I already ruined everything e with everyone?”

 You take in a shaky breath. Sukuna is relieved. This wasn’t something that was entirely his doing. He is still confused.

 “Why did you say had?”

 You look back to Sukuan mimicking his face of confusion, “When? I kind of just word vomited there. I’ve surprised that was all coherent.”

 “You said I have feelings for you.”

 “Oh,” you guess you did, and you are remained how much that realization hurt. “Uhm yea, I ruined my chance with you- “Sukuna’s bedroom walls blur for a moment, and you find yourself under an annoyed-looking Sukuna quickly laying back in bed with him. 

Sukuna just stays there above you, hand on either side of you. Just glaring, saying nothing to help you figure out what was going on in his head.

 “Um, Sukuna- “

 “Shut up. I’m thinking.”

 “Of?”

 “I said shut up.”

 You open your mouth to say something, but you really can’t think of anything besides the fact that Sukuan isn’t always angry or annoyed. He just has a resting bitch face, doesn’t he?

 “I’m shit when it comes to bluntly say stuff like this. I’m not all for deep emotional talks and all that. I can see how I came off like the arrogant ass to you. And you were never full wrong in those assumptions as being arrogant and an occasional ass is my brand of charm. It still wasn’t ok for you to go making assumptions like that. I should have just come out and said that I liked you a long time ago instead of beating around the bush and hoping you’d get the message”

 You blink up at Sukuna who continues to look down at you waiting for a response. But all you can think of to say at the moment is, “You still like me.”

 Sukuna sighs and his eyes flutter close, “My god y/n seriously?”

 “What? I- “

 “Yes, I am fucking like you. I like so many things about you. I like how you can look like you’re about to take on the work and win. I like that I can be myself around Yuji and you aren’t intimidated by me. I Like that you call me out on shit and don’t back down until I apologize. I like your body. Fuck, your body is amazing. And when you dress business casual? Holy fuck y/n, that shit drives me crazy-

 You slap a hand over Sukuna’s mouth before he can go on. “Ok ok! I get it now. I- I just wow. I- “a smile breaks out across your face and giddiness blooms in your chest.

 Sukuna licks the palm of your hand, and you jerk it back. He’s smiling too. So, you did get to see that softness his face can take again after all. Your hands come to cup Sukuna's face, and he lets you pull him down closer to you.

 “So does this mean….”

 “Mean what?”

 “Well since we both still have feelings does it mean, ya know,” you try again hoping he’d catch on

 And Sukuan has caught on, he’s just Sukuna. “Oh, of course, we can doll, 12/10 dick right?”

 “No- I mean that too, but does this mean that we can, ya know.”

 “No, I don’t,” he says then drops his voice to that sinful tone. “You got to use your words doll.”

 It’s too early for him to sound that hot and make you feel this turned on. But it works he wins. “Does this mean we can date?”

 “I thought that was obvious.”

 “So, is that a yes then?”

 “Yes,” Sukuan rolls his eye but closes the tiny distance between you two. Between the small kisses, Sukuan confirms,” We’re dating. You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. We’re lovers now. In a relationship. Together. Spoken for.”

 You don’t let him pull away that time. Your hands slide up, combing your fingers through his short pink locks. All it takes is a nibble on your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You two stay like this, engrossed in each other until you need a deep breath.

 You turn your face away from Sukuan apologizing as you catch your breath,” Sorry, I probably have morning breath.”

 “Rancid.”

 “Shut up.”

 “We should get up anyway. You need to get ready.

 Sukuna rolls off you so that you can get out of bed and go about your daily routine of getting ready. Since you’re final was just a written exam you don’t need to dress up which is good because you don’t have any clean clothes. In fact, after going through your morning skincare routine and brushing your teeth you decide to just stay in leggings and Sukuna’s hoodie.

  Downstairs in the kitchen, Yuji’s grandfather is at the stove fishing up a pan of bacon. At the table, Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi excitedly wait for everything to be finished up. When everyone looks at you, you’re suddenly at a loss for words. Or more specifically there are so many words swirling in your head that you don’t know where to start.

 So, your left with your mouth gapingly like a fish out of water. You’ve ever apologized to friends before. You never had friends to apologize to before. Anything before the three were fake. fake smiles, fake happiness. This was real. This is something you don’t want to lose. So, an apology might be a good place to start.

 “I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have, um shut everyone out like I have.”

 “And?” Sukuna’s voice behind you makes you jump.

 “Um, I-I’ve just never had friends like your guys, and I didn’t know how to do this, apologize that is. I still don’t think I’m doing right, like saying sorry isn’t enough. But here I am trying,”

 “And?” Sukuna urger’s again and you rack your brain for more words to grab onto.

 “I promise to not do it again. If I’m having a hard time, I’ll talk to someone.”

 “And?”

 “I just really don’t want to lose you guys as friends, you’re like the first real friend I’ve had. Sad sounding but true.”

 “And?”

 And? and what else. What was she missing? What else was there to tell?

 “Um, me and Sukuna are dating now.”

 “And?”

 “I hope he doesn’t make things awkward.”

 And?” Sukuna's tone is amused, and you don’t pick up on it because you’re still stuck on thinking that you’re missing something.

 “We’ll um, we’ll work out system. Like a sock on the doorknob or something so that no one walks – “

 “Nope, don’t even go there,” their grandfather cuts in pointing the spatula over your shoulder. “And you, stop torturing the poor girl. She’s said enough.”

 “Gramps is right. Sorry was enough.” Yuji adds.

 “I just wanted to see how long she’d go on for.”

 You turn your head to glare over your shoulder, “you are an ass.”

 “And you’re very attracted to it,” He retorts stealing a quick kiss and then heading on into the kitchen.

 You do your best to suppress a mile and follow suit. You feel lighter. Happier than you’ve been all week. Everything has come to a head and passed. This is what has come after, and it is nice. You had thought of the worst-case scenario, but never the best-case scenario. You and Sukuan have taken a seat at the table.

 “So, who confessed?” Nobara asks

 “Um, you,” you point at Sukuna who laughs.

 “Not a chance. You the one would have to ask multiple times to make sure we were dating.”

 “But you did confess to me first.”

 “Nope. You did.” 

 “I did?”

 “You probably didn’t nice it because you were just rambling on and on.”

 “I- “you cut yourself off and slump your shoulders because yea that sounds like something you would do.

 “I win,” Megumi pipes up.

 “Oh?”, you curiously ask,” what’d you guys bet on?”

 Sukuna didn’t share in your amused curiosity,” You three dweebs bet of us?”

 “We bet on who would confess the feelings first,” Nobara corrected and went on to explain,” Megumi was the only one who bet on y/n I bet you would, and Yuji bet that neither of you would nor we would continue to a bear witness to the great pinning.”

 “I was not pining.”

 Their grandfather comes over from the stove to place down the plate of bacon with the rest of the food he’s cooked.

  “Oh yes you were and even I was getting fed up with it,” He gripes while taking a seat on the other side of Sukuna.

 “I wouldn’t call it pining…”  Sukuna’s continued protest now seemed more like pouting that no one paid any mind to being too busy filling their plates. 

 “So, what finals you kids got left?”

 “I’m the only one with a final today, right?” 

 The three other students nod in agreement with their plates now full.

 Wasuke grits his teeth then snaps at the three,” Then why the hell did I cook breakfast for you three if you ain’t even got finals anymore?”

 “Reward?” Yuji offers.

 “I thought you said last night you were going to make breakfast because you didn’t trust me to make it.”

 “Certainly not after that little comment you made last night,” There is a pointed tone on Wasuke’s scolding.

 Sukuna, being as arrogant as he is, leans back on his chair and swings an arm across the back of your chair. You realize too late that he was seizing this as another opportunity to make your face beat red. “Who am I to judge my girlfriend's taste? If she likes a little something extra on her eggs, why am I to deny her that? “He cuts her eye to you. “Especially when I have so much of it.”

 Megumi scrunches his face up. “Do we even- “

 “ANWAY!” you nearly screech. “My final. It’s with professor Ully.”

 “Ully, that old geezer?”

 Yuji scoffs trying to stifle his laugh. “I don’t think you much younger than him gramps.”

 “At least I know how to use the godman Blackboard.”

 “Amen to that.” You raise a glass of orange juice Sukuna had poured for you. “He’s the one that doesn’t everything on paper remember.”

 Nobara hums putting the pieces together,” Oh gross, and isn’t your final, like an essay questions test?”

 “Exactly.”

 Breakfast goes on like this, light conversation and complaining about the semester’s professors with Wasuke throwing in a bit of gossip here and there with that gripey tone of his that almost made it seem like he was uninterested in the whole thing.

 When breakfast finished Waskue hades upstairs to pack for his end-of-the-year fishing trip. With the five of you on clean-up, it only takes a few minutes. You and Sukuna take up washing and drying the dishes.

 “So, the strip tonight?” he asks.

 The strip was one street a few blocks from campus that was just bars. You and the gang plus Sukuna would always go bar hopping to celebrate the end of another semester. You have some fond memoirs of stumbling home, laughing, and drunkenly trying to order from whatever fast-food place was nearby. Sukuna would have left you four longs before then with his arm wrapped around someone’s waist and his hand lips against their ear. You don’t tell him how would take a shot of something strong to burn away the pang of jealously. You wanted to be the one he wraps up his arms. The one who he was probably whispering sweet and lewd little nothings to. 

  And now you were.

 “This will be the first time going out with a partner. Do you think you can behave yourself? Will it be too jarring for you?”

 “You trying to tease me doll but you’re failing so bad l. I’m just wondering if you’ll leave early with me or am I going to have to take your drunk ass to get Taco Bell.”

  “Leave early?”

 He nods tossing a glance over his shoulder before dropping his voice so that only you would hear him. “I get wanting to celebrate, but I want to take you home tonight and make love to you.”

 A little noise gets alighting the break of your thought.

 “What?”

 “Didn’t expect you to ever use the phrase ‘make love to you,” you admit handing him another plate to dry.

 “I think it’s a nice way to encompass all the things I wanna do to you.”

 “And what sort of things do you wanna do to me.”

  Sukuna smirks and explains “I would offer to take you up to my room and show you, but I’d hate for you to miss your final. But if you must know I want to fuck you the way I wanted to fuck you that night.”

 “Oh,” is all you can say because your head gets a little fuzzy at the thought of it.

 “That’s all?”, his face falters

  “No. Just- my mind went a little blank at the thought of mushy gushy romantic sex with you.”

 And the arrogant smirk is back.” Oh, I’ll make you so gushy you won’t be nothing but a puddle who can’t even think.”

 “OK!” Yuji slaps his hand on the counter he was just wiping down, “If this is gnat to work, we need a ground rule here. No dirty talking or anything dirty of the sort while in our presence got it.”

 You’re unable to hold back a snort of laughter and hold up your soapy gloves. “We’ll be sure they stay three whole bibles lengths apart.” even going so far as to take a step away from the tattooed man. 

 “As far as you’re concerned little brother, we abstinence. No kissing until marriage.”

 You two break that vow right before you head out for your final. Sukuna wraps his arm around your waist and spins you around to give you another quick peck on the lips. You can’t stop the giddy giggles on the way out. It just feels so nice to finally be able to not hide your feeling or deny you have them anymore

 “You know we are happy for you.” Nobara notes as the for of you walk to campus. “But can we please keep the verbal fucking down to a minimum?”

 “Thanks, and I promise I will try my best. I can’t say the same for Sukuna. Now, what are we wearing tonight?”

 Your final went just how you thought it would. Quick but painful. Your hand is cramping so bad as you make your way back to your dorm. Your roommate is still at her final, singing her lungs out in a place that isn’t the dorm. Something you are extremely thankful for

  You spend the rest of the day clearing up the disaster left behind by the week and lounging around in bed still in Sukuna’s hoodie. You smile goofily to yourself because that was another plus to dating Sukuna now; you don’t have to buy warmer clothes. It would be a con for Sukuna since he was about to have a lot of lees holies and crew necks.

 When it gets dark you get ready for the night and head over to Nobars’s dorm to help her get ready. The boys meet you at the edge of campus. In the semesters before Sukuna would have simply given you a smirk and some sort of teasing remark. He still doesn’t that, only with the added part of tucking you to his side and keeping you warm on the walk over. 

 Something else is different though. It’s not something wrong. At least you don’t think it is despite the uneasiness churning in the pit of your stomach. It’s not something that everyone else seems to notice either so maybe it's just you. But what is it? What was making you feel so nervous?

 “Doll?” Sukuna finally asks while in lone for the I.D check after you’ve been quiet the whole way to their first bar.

 “Hm?” you look up.

 “You just seem to be in your head.”

 “Oh, I’m fine- “you stop as you look continues to look into Sukuna’s face, it has the same hits of concern from last night. You suddenly remember what caused that concern and how you might be doing it again. “I um, well…I think I’m nervous. I’m just not very sure why?”

 Sukuna watches you gnaw on your bottom lip. He can practically see your mind working overtime to try and figure it out. He knows that it’s a lot more than just some nerves, but at least you not trying to hide that something’s bothering you. The line moves up and Yuji gets his I. D checked. It’s too late to ask you to elaborate on it but Sukuan doesn’t forget it.

 Once Megumi comes back with the first round of drinks you almost feel like you were never nervous, to begin with. Everything settles into normal. The only difference is that you are setting tucked into Sukuna’s side with his arm around your shoulders. You want to enjoy this but there is just this thing in the back of your mind that you can’t hide tiny that makes you feel uneasy. It bothers you.

 After drinks, the three go off to the dance floor while you and Sukuan sat behind to watch them. You would usually go with the three, but Sukuna’s firm arm keeps you in place. 

 With the trio gone leaving the quiet booth to yourselves so he can finally ask you, “So nervous?”

 You slump a little and take to sliding your index finger around the rim of your empty glass. “I should just stop holding out hope you’d forget this kind of stuff huh?”

 “It’d be a lot easier if ya would. And to stop to avoid talking about it too. We know what happen last time. Don’t get me wrong the head was great, but I’d rather have you suck me off without all the drama.”

 “How do you just do that? Say naughty stuff like that?”

 “Don’t change the subject.”

 “I don’t know why I’m nervous,” You admit quickly like it was a shameful thing that you don’t know how your own mind works.

 Sukuna glances from you to the trio of idiots currently jumping around on the dance floor and screeching out the lyrics to the song blaring on the speaker. He was stalling for time. Making sure that what he said next wouldn't be too vague. You were the only one trying to change after last night, 

 “I think you think too hard about stuff.”

 “Was that supposed to be reassuring?”

 “Yes? I hoped it would at least. Do you have any idea of what's making you nervous?”

 “That’s the thing. I can’t. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with everyone. Like I’m excited and happy to be celebrating and to leave with you to have some awesome sex. But I’m still just nervous. And I can’t figure out why.”

 “Have you ever felt nervous like this before?”

 “I don’t think so. But I am all honestly…. but in all honestly these nudes feel kind of new to me,”

  And there it was. Sukuna bites the inside of his cheek bit doesn’t work. He still laughs. It’s cute and funny and he just can’t help it. The glare you look at him with is even funnier because you really can’t see it.

 “Y/n do you think you are nervous because this is new to you?”

 “What do you mean? I’ve been out to a bar,” you point an accusing finger at him, “With you before.”

 “Yes, you have. But we’re together now. You don’t have to shoot me dirty looks because you're the one who gets to take me home. Because we’re out at a bar as a couple. “

 “I was never jealous.”

 “Never said you were a doll.”

 “I hate you.”

 “Haven’t you always?”

 You only stick your tongue in reply. Sukuna presses the back of his thump into the underside of your jaw making you crane your neck so he can lean down for a kiss.

 When he pulls away, he warns in a tone that almost makes you think he’s daring you instead, “Now, now, don’t be a brat tonight, I wanna so easy on you tonight.”

 “Is it really that simple?” you ask in disbelief.

 A coy chuckle makes your stomach flip, “Let’s not find out yea?”

  You let out a small huff leaning your head on his shoulder. “No dumbass that that’s the way it is. Am I really nervous because this is just something new to me?”

 “I dunno, you tell me.”

 “…. I’ve never done this before.”

 “What did I say about using your words doll?”

 You huff,” I am. I’m trying. I’ve never been out with someone like this. My dates have been pretty vanilla. Like nice dinner and a movie ya know. Like I said: surface level. They didn’t me feel like this. All giddy and stuff. “

 “That sounds kind of sad. But also, is more proof to my theory that I am the only man to have ever made you cum.

 “You don’t have to remind me,” you tell him. “I just don’t know what we’re supposed to do ok. God, I sound so freaking clueless right now.”

 “What do you want to do?” Sukuna’s serious tone catches you off guard

  You to sit straight so you can look at him. “What do you mean?”

 “You’re here tonight to celebrate another semester and I’m not here to put a damper on that.”

 “But there's got to me like boundaries something?”

 “Wow, doll what naughty things are you thinking about.”

 You feel your face flush with heat. You weren’t thinking of anything of the sort. You just couldn’t get acclimated to the idea of that much freedom. You had grown up around rules and structures that extend to all parts of your life, including dating. To suddenly not have nothing to dictate how you behave and tell when what to do- well it was scary, but it also made you feel drunk and giddy with the power.

 “Whatever I want?” you ask, mind getting lost in the sea of possibilities now before you.

 Sukuna swallows at the sudden change in your voice. At times like this, he wonders if you are aware of how seductive you can be. Your lips are parted slightly and look so inviting. Your eyes are full of so much desire and Sukuan wants to give it all to you. Whatever you want. Whatever you desire.

 “Yes, “he answers trying to sound somewhat like he’s not getting lost himself, “I’m not here to tell you what you can and can’t do y/n,”

 “Oh?” fuck that coy smile goes straight to his heart. Your eyes cut back to the dance floor. Absent of the trio who went off to get another round of drinks. 

 When you return your attention back to Sukuna, he can tell you challenge him. Testing these new waters. “What if I wanted to take someone home with us?”

 Fuck, you were so God damn perfect.

 “Oh, you want a toy to play with?” he refuses to look away from you. He probably couldn’t even if he tried to excite to be hearing this side of you. “Why even wait? You could have any one of these people following you into the bathroom like a lost puppy. We could have them between us within the hour doll. Or would you rather me watch as you make them come under your touch? Or are you the type to like an audience while I fuck you?”

 You open your mouth to say something but quickly close it and grow beat red. You’re the first to break and it causes a smug sense of satisfaction to swell in Sukuna’s chest.

 “Ok, yea. It’s going to take some work to get used to that. Don’t think my confidence is quite there yet. Seriously how do you do it?” 

 “A threesome not your thing?”, he teases.

 But then you look back out the dance floor and bit your lip. It makes Sukuan get the sense that he’s watching the beginnings of a monster being made.

 “Another conversation for another day.”

 “Are you blushing,” Yuji asks coming back to the table followed by Megumi and Nobara.

 You cup your cheeks. They were warm but Yuji shakes his head and points a finger at his brother. “I mean you.”

 “No.” Sukuna answerers with that a pointed glare that told his brother to shut up. But you can see now too.

 “I made you blush!”

 “Don’t let it go to your head doll.”

 “Too late”

 After another round of drinks, you want to join the dancing this time. Sukuna lets you pull him to the dance floor with everyone else and with the thumbing base so loud you must pull Sukuna down so your lips are pressed into his ear.

 “I can’t wait to go home with you tonight!”

 Sukuna's chest thrums as a large smile plasters itself across his face. You can’t hear what he says but the way he pulls your hips into his and smothers his face into your neck tells you he is very happy to hear that.

#sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk imagines #jjk #privet stacks

[lilsocksiswriting]

He’s A Killer

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Serial Killer!Bokuto X Fem!reader

Summary: It’s only when the killer has his blade to your throat and he's thrusting into you, moaning like this is the best fuck of his life that something dawns on you. This all feels so familiar This all feels like Bokuto . It is as if your boyfriend's been here the whole time.

Warnings: dark content, no beta, Minors DNI

Tags:  Serial Kiler Au, college Au, non-con/dub-con, knife play, degradation, dirty talk, noncon/duncom

Word Count: 1.9

Your boyfriend is just too damn adorable and too much of a himbo that no one suspects him to be the ghost-faced killer stalking the campus. Bokuto’s got everyone fooled, even you. You, who lets him walk you home from your night class because he makes you feel safe. You who occasionally invites him inside when your parents aren't home and leads him up to your bedroom.

You don’t even see the red flags like the way he can be a little rough when the two of you have sex. He is sadistic really. But you don’t complain because you like it when Bokuto wraps his hand around your throat and gives you that devilish smirk he doesn’t give anyone else but you. It makes you feel special when he degrades you but calls you his. His cute little bitch, his tight hole, his love that he gets to use to heart's content. It's a complete 360 from the way he treats you any other time. Cupping your cheeks and smothering your face in kisses, getting that goofy smile when he sees you bundled up in one of his scarves or jackets. Holding your hand in his while you wait in line to get coffee or walk across campus in the early autumn morning to class. Or like now hugged close to his arm talking about how your day was as he walks you home. He could keep this act up for ages with you because a part of it wasn't acting.

Then you let it slip your parents weren’t going to be home this weekend. Your reassure him you’ll be fine though! The new security system daddy bought is top of the line. Bokuto knows exactly which one it is and how to disarm it. Making the fantasy he's had since the day he met you all the more tempting to make a reality.

The text you send him on date night, Friday night, is what tips him over the edge. Makes him decide to say fuck it to all the pretending. It was just ‘you don’t get to worry about condoms tonight 😉 this bitch has birth control! god, I've been wanting to tell you that all week, but I wanted to be a surprise!', but do you know how long he’s wanted to take you raw? Have you been trapped under his weight with nowhere to go? See the fat tears rolls down your cheeks as your eyes roll back from him being balls deep in you. To feel your walls, clench around his throbbing cock as he presses his blade just a little further into your soft skin. To hear you beg and babble for your life.

As you wait for the popcorn to be done you get a text from an unknown number. ‘You look so cute in those pjays tonight y/n’ that’s followed by a picture of you taken form just outside the kitchen window.

‘sooo defenses.’

Your mind kicks into panic mode. You swipe out of your massages with shaky fingers and to the alarm system app.

‘You think an alarm system is going to keep you safe?’ the text says at the top of your screen.

The light suddenly goes out and with it the alarm system.

‘let’s play a game of hide and seek. Rules are simple. If you win you live, but if I win you die and I’m taking that silk pajama set as a prize.’, The light flickered back in single that rather you like it or not this game has begun.

Bokuto just loves how fucking stupid you can be when you get panicked like this. The fear making you his dumb little bitch as you run though the house to hide. By the soft thuds of your feet, it sounds like you went to your parent's room. Then instead of, ya know, calling the police you text him.

'Bokuto please hurry.'

'what's a wrong babe?' he texts you as he stalks through the house.

'The killer, he's in the house.'

'What oh god, what happened to the security system?'  he knows exactly what happened to it.

'I think the power was cut or something. It's back on but the killer's in the house. please hurry.'

'Call the police. I'll be there as soon as I can.'

'What if he hears me?'

Bokuto already does hear you. You've cornered yourself in your parents' walk in the closet trying so hard to contain your sniffling. What? Did you think that this wouldn't be one of the first places he would check?

"You must've really sucked at hiding and seek as a kid," The killer says, his voice muffled by the ghost face mask, as he flips on the closet light.

Everything seems to slow down as you watch as a pair of boots stops in front of your mother's fashionable trench coats. Gloved hands rip the coat apart and you scream.

Bokuto feels his cock stir at the sight. This is what he's been dreaming about. Tensed up in ball tying o push yourself further into the closet wall. Your eyes are wide and glossy. You bottom lip trebling like your abbot to cry. This, this, is what has him up late at night fucking his fist. The images of fear seizing your body and making your helpless makes him cum so hard into his hand that his back arches off the bed.

The killer takes you right there in the closet, just one of the places in your fancy house he plans on fucking you. Your survival instincts aren’t fully kicking on. A Firm and familiar grip pulls you by the ancle out of your hiding spot and cut off all that pretty silk in your boyfriend’s favorite color, he uses the same blade to tease your skin.

The masked man takes his time tracing patterns in your skin leaving little red scratches that will disappear in a matter of a few hours. That is if you make it that long. You will though. You will. Bokuto will come to save you any moment. He would. He will…

“Fuck, your pussy’s drooling for me. I never pegged to be into this kind fucked up stuff baby.”

And it’s what makes you feel so distraught because the feeling of his sharp knife and his gloved hands grouping your body made arousal swell between your legs. Only Bokuto was supposed to make you feel this. Where was he? Surely, he should be here by now? How long has it been since the killer found you? Had time ceased to exist in this closet?

It’s only when the killer has his blade to your throat and he's thrusting into you, moaning like this is the best fuck of his life that something dawns on you. This all feels so familiar This all feels like  Bokuto It is as if your boyfriend's been here the whole time. No, nonono.

"B-Bokuto?" your voice cracks.

the makes man still his hips, halfway inside you. He tosses his knife aside. You watch it thump dully against the carpet. Was he done? Was it possible he wasn't going to hurt you? Mabey even leaves. Yes, he would leave and Bokuto would come and you would be proven wrong-

"What gave it away baby?"

Your head snaps back to see Bokuto peel off his mask and then toss it next to his knife. His hair is messy. A few starches sticking to his forehead with sweat. He stares down at you with something wicked and mean in his eyes. Fuck, he looks so unhinged. so good- oh god what was wrong with you? You're so fucked up to think that.

"Oh-shit!" Bokuto hisses feel your walls squeeze around him. "You- HA! you like this don't you?"

Bokuto thrusts back in making your whole-body bounce. While one hand grabs at your hip the other wraps around your throat just how you like.

"My little suck fuck likes it when I fuck her like this? fuuuuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this? How many times I've gotten myself to that look on your face. And now I get to fuck my little cum dump all night long like this!"

A sob of emotions bubbles past your lips. Shame, disgust, fear, euphoric pleasure, they're all flooding your senses. Bokuto continues humping into you. His face is so close that you can't look away. You can't stop the building heat either. You were really going to cum, weren’t you? How could you not cum when your boyfriend was making you feel so good.

"Oh, fuck baby, fuck. So good. So, fucking tight for me. Sucking and squeezing me like such a slut. Mmm~ my little slut."

Yes, yes, his little slut. You roll your hips, tiring to match his feral pace but failing, it doesn't matter though. It still feels so good. insanely good. You're losing your mind right now. That's the only way to explain why you're locking your ankles around his waist. Why are reaching up and digging use nails into his shoulders as your back arches off the floor. Babbling his name like he is your savior when he's anything but.

Bokuto moans are completely feral now, mixed in with bubbles of mad laughter. With that hand around your throat, you are forced to look him in the eye as he cums. With a snap his hips  Bokuto burries himself deep inside you, enough so that you can’t the blunt head of his cock pierce your cervix, you can feel it twitch as he fills you with his seed.

"Kotaro," his name escapes your lips slurred and heavy with lust.

Your body reacts on its own and your mind is too muddled and distracted by your orgasm to tell it to stop trying to get close to the heat radiating from Bokuto's flushed body or strop bucking your hips milking his cock as you try to draw out your orgasm for as long as you can. Just like the desperate little slut he loves so much.

When your body flops back onto the carpet Bokuto removes his hand from your throat, letting you catch your breath. He stays on top of you, still inside you even as you can feel his dick going soft. He leans his head down to rest it against your shoulder. You can feel strong puffs of breath and small kisses against your collar bone.

Was this it? Was he going to kill you now? The knife was still so close by, either of you could grab it. Could you kill Bokuto though? Could he kill you? He was a killer after all, but he also genuinely loved you.

"Let's do it on your parent's bed next. Bet mommy and daddy wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye after they find the mess we leave behind." his voice cuts your thoughts short. He has that bright smile everyone loves as he pulls you to your feet and the two of you stumble over to the parent's king-size bed.

"wanna do I the roof." You mumble staring up at him again.

"What was that baby?

"I wanna do on the roof, under the stars,” If he wanted to fuck you on ever surface of the house you might as well include the roof, right?

Bokuto kisses your forehead. " Of course, baby. We go do it wherever you want," already pushing your knees into your chest.

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Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Tenou X Fem!Reader

Summary: Your mother has you transferred fro Nekoma to Shirtorizawa all in the hopes of getting you to think more practically about your future. She sees no worth in writing , especially when you’re too afraid to be open about it. But being around the volleyball club may change that. If it doesn’t get you into trouble first.

Warnings: no beta

Tags: Horror writer reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, SMAU with written parts

Table of Contents

Chapter 5 || Chapter 7

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Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Multiple, each noted in chapter description 

 Series Summary: In which you become the MSBY Black Jackals human to feed on.

Warnings: no beta, timeskip spoilers, dark content, blood, biting 

CONTENS

Are Those Fangs?: You didn’t mean to eavesdrop. You didn’t mean to find out that the Meian and Bokuto might not be human, but how can you look away from when they’re doing that?

Paring: Meian X Reader, Bokuto X Reader, Meian X Bokuto

Tags: vampire AU, handjob, hair pulling, dirty talk, voyeurism.

Word Count: 1.3k

Is It A Sex Thing?:After what you have dubbed 'The Sakusa Incident', Meian shows up on your doorstep to answer all the questions you have about vampires.

Paring: Sakusa X Reader, Meian X Reader

Tags: lots a fantasizing, fingering, handjobs

Word Count: 5.3k

AO3 Link

Last updated: 7/19/2022

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Is It A Sex Thing?

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Reader X Sakusa, Reader X Meian

Summary: After what you have dubbed 'The Sakusa Incident', Meian shows up on your doorstep to answer all the questions you have about vampires.

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers, no Beta, Dark Content, slight dub con, blood and biting.

Tags: lots a fantasizing, fingering, handjobs

Word Count: 5.3k

Masterlist || Chapter One

In the end, it was Sakusa who broke. He’s not like Bokuto, he didn’t have that kind of  self-control.

 Bokuto could whine, he could beg, he could stands there in the middle of the court staring longingly as you pass them to buy, imagine sinking his fangs into your soft flesh or something lewd about your thighs, but he would never act on his urges. 

 Sakusa however was already putting a plan into action. Just go about a practice like everything was fine. Mention ramen to Hinata loud enough for Bokuto to hear. Soon enough everyone was excited to go out  for ramen and you couldn’t come because you were staying late. Of course Meian asks if you wanted him to grab you to go order before they can leave. Sakusa then falls a few steps behind pretending to check his bag and says something about forgetting his knee pads in the locker room which was conveniently attached to the clubhouse where your office was. It won’t take long to loop back and get them and the ramen shop was just a street over so  he can catch up. No need for everyone to wait up fro him.

 You were still in your office, getting ready for a meet and greet before a game next week. You don’t even hear Sakusa slip into your office. You nearly jump out of your skin when you turn around and from organizing some papers laid out on your desk. The wing spiker was nearly on top of you, just a few feet separate you two. You can’t place why but he’s looking on edge. But of course, he was. It was  flu season and there were going to be a lot of fans there. Lots of hands to shake and hive five. Lots of gifts to receive and thank yous to give. It was an introverted nightmare. 

 “Sakusa! You could have literally given me a freaking heart attack.”

 “I forgot my knee pads. But I saw that you were still here,” the prepared lie doesn't roll off his tongue as easily as he thought it would. At some point during the day you had thrown your hair up leaving your neck on full display.  

 Again, you chalk the tone up to him being fretful about the toll socializing takes on him right before a game. Which you were working on. It was why you were staying late. You were trying to push the meet’n’greet up so he and the rest of the team could rest a bit before the game. 

 “WellI’m glad you stopped by. I wanted to ….”

 Whatever else you were saying Sakusa did not hear. He’s thinking of how you probably wouldn't be so glad to see him if you know why he was really here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be doing this. Sakusa knows that he should have told Meian that he was having a hard time with his urges. Once he made the plan this morning he had to follow through.He can never just leave things unfinished.  And now here he is, in your office, all alone with you, control slipping little by little, and consequences of his actions seeming further and further away. 

“Sakusa?” you wave a hand in front of his face. He catches your wrist in a grip that’s a little too tight for your comfort. He opens his mouth to say something, or maybe just to take in a deeper breath, and you see them.

 ‘He’s one of them.’

 Two sets of fangs that could almost be mistaken for abnormally sharp canines if you wanted to try and be in denial of what is right there in front of you. You want to touch them. prick your finger and see how wild that drives someone who is usually so in control like Sakusa. But you don’t think that’s the best idea. The man already looks like he’s about to pounce 

 “Umm, Sakusa …I- “ you what? You were coming up blank with trying to think of a reason to be scared or uncomfortable. Yes, you were feeling these things but you don’t want Sakusa to back off.  

 He doesn’t respond,  only acts. That’s all he can do because if he tries to speak right now Sakusa is afraid that will give away how he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He steps forward once, twice until you bump against the edge of your desk. Sakusa grabs your other wrist and holds both of them against the edge of the desk effectively trapping you in place. 

 Sakusa leans forward, resting his face in the crook of his neck. You can feel the unsteady puffs of air as he breathes. All you can think is that he’s going to bite you and bleed you dry. That’s what vampires do right? You feel a chill run up your spine. The idea of going out like that  should scare you and only scare you, but it excites you too.

 “I can’t hold back any more y/n. I try and try but fuck,” Sakusa curses, something  you don't usually hear from him and God does it sound downright sinful. His voice is tight, like he’s about to snap, but begging for permission to.

 “Sakusa…” you try to say something, anything again. Feeling his uneven breaths against the pulse of your neck. “Sakusa, what are you going to do to me?”

 ‘What are you doing to me?’

 You feel like you are watching Bokuto and Meian again. A familiar ache settling between your legs. Enamored by the fact that these men have fangs like in all the movies and books you read as a teenager. But this is not a book. This is real life. This is a man, creature? This is Sakusa  who could very well kill you. But you can’t seem to accept that. Sakusa was your friend too and he would never do that. 

 “I’m going to bite into you,” He says like he’s finally accepting that for himself too. 

 Sakusa runs his tongue along your neck. You tense up while a moan slips from Sakusa and holy fuck does that sound just as good as him cursing. 

 Yup, you were done for. You are about to be preyed upon by a real vampire. And you know what? you might be fine with that? It was something that you had been dwelling on ever since you saw Meian rack his fangs along Bokuto’s neck as he desperately fucked his captains fist. You should be scared of them, revolted, tuning in your two weeks notice and running from the nearest church. But here you are craning your neck for Sakusa who is moaning more at the submissive act.

 Sakusa doesn’t know rather be thankful or concerned that you are doing this. If you put up a fight, then maybe would have come to his senses. But you’re not and you taste so good already, and he’s already so close to having your blood on his tongue. Sakusa slips his hands down from your wrists to intertwine them with your fingers as he opens his mouth for the bite.

 “Kiyomii.”

 Fuck.

 You and Sakusa both jump apart. When Sakusa turns his body to face the doorway where Meian’s stern voice came from, you see Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata standing behind him.

 You swallow again. Meian looks pissed.  The sort that makes his face dead calm. His stern eyes trained on Sakusa pinning him to his spot beside you.

 You are suddenly aware of your breathing, rough and deep. Were you even breathing before? You focus on managing your breathing as you assess the situation. Meian had Sakusa just before he bit you. He had caught Sakusa about to bite you. Something you remember is strictly forbidding Bokuto to do. 

 “Meian I- “

 “Don’t,” is all the captain has to say to shut Sakusa up.

 Meian steps further into the room followed by the rest. Atsumu is the first to get to you. He wraps you up in a warm hug. His chest is like a wall between you and Sakusa that feels like cotton and smells like Irish spring.

 “What do ya think yer doin’ Omi-omi? Forcing yourself on y/ like that.”

 “Yea you could have seriously hurt her!” Hinata sounds a lot more  worried than angry.

 “I-I’m sorry,” Sakusa says, looking between you and Meian. “I know I should have told you I was having trouble controlling myself, but...”

 “But you didn’t,” Meian finishes for him.

 Sakusa looks like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs in shame. You had to say something. After all, this wasn’t all his fault. When you try to speak, the admission comes out of a mumble into the setter’s chest.

 “What was that?” Atsume asks, losing his grip just a tad like he was giving you the space to speak up. 

 Everyone’s eyes are on you as you swallow your embarrassment and confess to a room of vampires, “I- I liked it. I liked it. I was going to let him. ”

 There are a long few beats of silence. Was it that weird to get a little (A lot) turned on by the prospect of being bitten? Of course, it was. Right? You think back to Bokuto’s desires for you that went beyond biting. But what about the rest? Did they just see you as a mouth-watering meal they weren’t allowed to touch? Did Meian see you as that and only that?

 “Wait, really?” Hinata asks, hopeful and practically bouncing on his feet.

 You nod, beginning to feel a little bolder but before you can say anything else Meian speaks up again. 

 “I think it’s best if we give y/n some time to wrap her head around all of this.”

                                    ____________________

 And they did give you space. A little too much space. That very night after the Sakusa incident your boss called you to ask how you were feeling. Apparently, Meian had noticed you looked a little sick today. You tried to weasel your way out of it, too much work to do and all. But your boss wasn’t having it. Working while sick would only make things worse for yourself. And it wasn’t like taking a few days off would be the end all be all for the team.  He assumes that will be something Tomas and Branes get up to.

  You were now on day two of your sick days. Your second day just lounging at home in an oversized tee shirt and underwear, slowly going insane. 

 The group chat was silent. no matter how many times you texted it and no one, not even Meian, was answering your calls. You can’t wait to get back to work where no one, not even Meian, can ghost you. They would have to answer all your questions then. The questions that you had made a list of and printed out. Currently laying neatly on your desk in your home office. 

 As it turns out you never had to wait until you went back to work because the captain himself shows up on your doorstep with your favorite take out in hand. An apology, but one that you will not accept so quickly. Crossing your arms over your chest you do not move from the doorway to give him room to enter.

  Instead you ask, “Do I need to invite you? Is that how it works?”

 Meian rolls his eyes, “You know that’s not how it works.”

 And you did. If that was true Atsumu would have to ask every time before barging into your office and Meian would have to ask to come in even though he had a spare key to your apartment  in case of emergencies. 

 But you weren’t going to back down yet. “Well, I wouldn’t know since no one seems to want to answer me.”

 “Which is why I am here on your doorstep, begging for forgiveness the best way I know how,” he holds up to bag .

 “Food is the way to my heart,” You note as the facade of being angry with Meian begins to slip. It was a hard act to begin with. You could never be angry with the captain for too long. “But it won’t answer my questions.”

 “Which is where I come in. I’m here to answer all of them.”

 “All of them? I have listed you now .”

 He scoffs, “Yea I figured. Probably typed in Times New Roman and double spaced.”

 “You know me all too well. Get in here. We have a lot to catch up on.”

 You wouldn’t tell Meian out right but you're relieved. The fear had been in the back of your mind all day. You were afraid that this kind of big revelation would change everything. But you and Meian sit on the sofa eating the takeout he brought over like it was any other night you two had dinner at your place. You two laughed and talked about nothing in particular between  him answering each and every question on your list. The interrogation doesn't even feel like that. It felt like a normal conversation with him. The kind that made you smile and relax back into the sofa

 The mood did shift when you came to the second to last question on your list, “So um, pretty obvious that you all, or most of you want to bite me…. among other things, but right now I want to know why you didn’t feel like you could tell me, “You try and leave it at that, but the rest of the words just came tumbling out with it. “I thought we were close like that, all of us, not just you and me. So….it just makes me feel like we aren’t? But I know that’s not true.”

 Meian rubs the back of his neck sinking into the sofa and mirroring your position but stares up at the ceiling. “The thing is I wanted to tell you. I think that we all just feared how you’d react to it. That’s why I wanted to ease you into it and not have you find out in the literally worst way.”

 “I wouldn’t say it was the worst way to get confirmation of what I already suspected to be true….” You say quietly but Meian ears pick up on it., but he tries not to look too hopeful by it.

 “We were all just trying to be cautious. We didn’t know how you’d react to the existence of vampires.”

 “Do you really think I would run for the hills?”

 “It’s what Hajime Iwaizumi did when he found out Toru Okiawa was a vampire. They both fled Japan after that.”

 “Why does that name sound familiar…. Doesn't he play Volleyball in San Juan?”

 “Yes, he does. But staying on topic. We were all trying to be as cautious as possible because the last thing we want is to scare you or make you feel like you can’t trust us anymore. We all decided early on that above all else we wanted to keep the friendship we’ve made. We all want to feed on you, but not if that means making you in any way uncomfortable or scared of us.”

 ‘Feed on me. Biting me. Bokuto’s fat cock. Bokuto’s desperate pleading voice, Sakusa's desperate face, his tongue running along my neck. What is wrong with me? Meain is sitting here saying the most heartwarming stuff and I'm thinking about dick.’

 “Y/N, stop spacing out on me.”

 “Is it a sex thing?”

 “What?”

 “Feeding on people. Is it like a turn-on for vampires? I know you said that you have to have blood to live among humans, but well…you know what no. I bet you know since you all have super senses.”

 Meian suppresses a smile because it is kinda cute when you get all huffy. 

 “When you were…’ taking care of’ Bokuto the other day you both seemed to not just wanna feed on me.”

 Meian could tease you, make you tell him exactly what you mean. Describe in detail  the way you saw him pleasuring Bokuto. But this wasn’t why he was here. He was here to answer all your questions and lay everything off the table then see how you wanted to move forward.

 “It can be. Arousal changes the taste, makes the blood savory, and some vampires like that. It’s just rare to come by.”

 “It is?” you feel your stomach drop a little. So maybe you were an odd one out.

 “Yea, it’s not very arousing if it’s not fun for both parties.”

 Ah, that made sense, and it makes you even more curious. You had stayed up late last night thinking about what it would be like to be fed upon while being fucked. If the others hadn’t found you and Sakusa in time. If he had bent you over your desk and continued to give in to his  urges. If you had stepped out of your office that day. Helped Bokuto through the frenzy he had worked himself into with Meian’s large hands spreading you open. Or it could be just Meian.  Just the man who you had been friends with since your university days. Who you knew before he became MSBY’s Iron Wall and captain. Meian sinking down between your legs and working you with his fingers and tongue. Praising you about how cute every little sound you make, amazed at how wet you are for him, and how good you taste after digging his fangs into the fat of your thigh. 

 “Y/n you’re spacing out again.”

 “Right, sorry I was just thinking?”

 “Care to share?”

 “Can you try it on me? feeding that is, like you all want to?” there is a long moment of silence causing you to grow anxious and sputter out more words to fill it.” I just, well I’ve been curious, really curious about what it would feel like.  And, like, I don’t wanna get your hopes up because you’re right; I won’t know if I like it or not until I actually try it. But I think I really would like it and I can’t think of anyone better to try it with. I trust you and I know that whatever the outcome  it won’t change our friendship.”

 Meian almost can’t believe what he’s hearing but he knows that he needs to say something because the longer he stays quiet the more anxious you will get. 

 “Really?”

 “Umm, yea. But if it’s something that your aren’t ready- “

  “Fuck no, i mean yes. I’m ready. Fuck  you are amazing y/n”

 “Alright so we’re doing this then?.”

 “Yes,” Meian nods and gets up to try the couch offering a hand to you. “Though I don’t think that your living room couch is the right place for this.”

 “Right, bedroom then?”

 “Bedroom, '' he agrees. 

 Meian leads you to your bedroom and clicks the door shut behind you too. In the soft glow of your bedside lamp, he sees you as looking so soft and eager. Meian lays you down on your comforter, slipping a knee between your legs. He hovers above you just taking a moment to stare down at the sight just in case he won’t get to see you like this again.

 “I’m going to take it  slow ok. And you tell me if I need to  stop.”

 You didn’t know that by going slow Mien meant teasing the ever-living shit out of you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Meian starts at your neck, kissing and giving the nape of your neck kitten licks all while his fingers slip under the bottom on your tee shirt. His hand came to rest on your hip, thumb stroking the warm skin.

 Your hips shift looking for some sort of friction from the thigh between your legs. Mercifully Meian presses his leg into you giving you something to grind against. Your moan is high pitched. You push your hips up grinding against him. This soon proves to be not enough, you need more. You can’t cum like this and by the looks of things Meian is going to continue to take his sweet time. Sure his mouth is getting sloppier and you’ve started to feel the light scrap of fangs against your neck , but nothing to indicate him actually going to  bite you or giving you something more than a freaking knee to grind against. 

 “Meian,” Your voice gives away how you are on the verge of tears. 

 He pulls away from your neck to ask, “You want me to stop?”

 You shake your head, “no!”

 This earns a chuckle from the vampire that you feel rumble in his chest. “That’s what I thought. Fuck you’ve soaked through my pants.”

 “I what-“Before you can get the rest of the question out, Meian shows you. He pulls his knee away just enough to feel the cool air of your room against the wet patch in your underwear. Oh, holy fuck. Have you ever been this wet? How could you just be gushing down there from some sloppy hickies and a well placed me? 

 “Meian, please. I can’t take the teasing anymore.”

 “I’m not teasing, I told you I’m going slow."

 “Yeah well it feels like you are teasing me and you’re going to make me cry.”

 You knew he hated to see you cry. You feel him smirk against your skin.  Meian hated to see you cry right? That being said he never saw you cry in frustration because you weren’t getting off. 

 “I don’t know. I kind of like the way your voice sounds. All wobbly and tight. So exasperated because you can’t get yourself off,” Meian’s voice is low which doesn’t help but to make the ache between your legs worse.

 “Meian pleaaase,” Your hand fists the cotton of his shirt. You try to pull him closer but he stays put. “Please I need more.”

 “Fuck, it’s so good to hear you beg like that y/n. Can I touch you?”

 “Yesyesyes.”

 You arch into Meian's touch as pulls aside your underwear and pushes his fingers between your slick folds. Meian lets out a shaky breath against your neck. You are downright irresistible. Maybe he should have given everyone a little more credit. It's driving him crazy to have you under him writhing and moaning as he plays with your clit. To have you begging him for more.

 Meian’s fingers take on a pattern. The smooth circles across your clit that makes you see stars. It’s slow, but you can feel your orgasm building. You can feel yourself getting lost in the pleasures that just mounting and mounting. Making your head fuzzy and body tinglingly and light. This was far better than anything you could imagine. Mostly because for as long as you stayed up trying to get yourself off to all those imaginary scenarios you could never reach fruition. 

 “Can I bite you know?” Meian’s voice sounds rushed and breathless.

 “Yes, please. Wanna know…” You swallow thickly, “Wanna know what’s like.”

  And Meian did too. He wanted to know how you really taste. He wanted to feel your body come undone under him. He needs to know if you find pleasure and enjoyment in being fed on just as much as he does. 

 Feeling the graze of his fangs your toes curl but your body doesn’t tense. Your body was ready for this, excited for it even.  You pull on Meian’s shirt again to pull him closer. Craning your neck to the side to give him more room. 

 The vampire wonders if you know how rare it is to find someone like you. How lucky he was. How lucky the rest of the vampires on the MSBY team are. To have such a hard-working manager who would be their human. Who’s excited and so eager to give them the kind of blood they all crave.

 Meian speeds up the way his finger is moving over your clit making you blood pump faster. 

 “Meian, of fuck. M’gonna cum, gonna cum. Meain,” you warn a mounting voice

 The moment that Meian sinks his fangs into your neck the world stills into what feels like an endless moment. It hurts. There is a pain that you can only describe sharp and burning.  But it’s good. Fuck does it feels good. It’s the pain in your neck that pushes you over the edge. Meian continues working your body through orgasm. Your head is swimming as he takes from you while continues to move his finger against your clit. But you can still hear his own moans rumbling against your neck. Like he’s biting into a five-course meal. 

 It’s not until your orgasm fully leaves your body that Meian’s unlatches himself from your neck.  You blink slowly coming back to reality. Meian hovers above you, hands no longer on you, He was staring down at you. Lips parted as he catches his breath. You note how you can still see his fangs and the smear of your own blood on the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t look as happy as you thought he would having finally been able to taste what he's been craving for so long.

 “Y/n?”  His voice mimics the worried expression.

 “Holy fuck. I hate you. How dare you keep such a mind-blowing thing from me. That was-wow. I can’t believe I came so much. I feel so good right now Meian”

 Meian finally cracks a smile and helps you sit up. He leans against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, you relax into his hold and let him lick at the spot on your neck where he bit you so he can help it heal over faster.  How did he explain it earlier? Your head still a little muddles but you think it was something about healing the skin fastor?

 “You didn’t take much”

 He hums,” I told you we don’t”

 “Yea but I thought it’s more than a few gulps.”

 “It’ll feel like a lot more than a few gulps when it’s five of us feeding on you,” Meian warns but then resizes what he's said and quickly adds,” That is if you want to. You don’t have to”

 “Oh no, I want to. We might have to make a feeding schedule, but I think being-how did you phrase it?”

 “You’ll be our human.”

 ‘Our human.’ Yes, you liked the sound of that.

 “Right, your human. It will be nice, but, “ you wiggle out of Meian's loose grasp and make yourself room between his thighs then point to the bulge still present in his pants. “This won’t do. I get you get good food out of this, but I don’t think it’s fair. After all, didn’t you just say a while ago it’s not really a good meal if both parties aren’t having fun? And that doesn’t look fun. It looks painful.”

 It was. His dick had been straining against his pants since he began to feel you soaking through them and he hasn’t been able to make it go away. 

 “You don’t have to sound like you're scolding me.”

 You cross your arms over your chest and double down on the tone. “I am  scolding you. But I also want to know if you want a hand with it.”

 “I would very much love you to help with my hard-on.”

 “Then come on, shimmy shimmy,” you gave a little wiggle then  lean over him to your bedside table and pull out a small bottle of lube from the dresser drawer. Given what just transpired you don't; feel at all ashamed if Meian catches a glimpse of the small collection of vibrators you keep in there along with a few condoms. 

 Meian did as he was told. He Unbuttons his pants then lifts his hips to push them down enough for his cock to spring free. He lets out a sign of relief with it finally being freed. You settle yourself back between his thighs, making sure he’s comfortable too, then pop open the cap and pour a generous dollop of the lube into the palm of your hand. Meian sucks in a breath between between his teeth, the lubes makes your hand cool but fuck does it feel amazing when when you wrap your hand around the base.

 You give one experimental stroke from the base to the tip to spread the lube. You bite the bottom of your lip and continue the slow strokes, getting used to the feel of his cock in your loose fist. He’s big. There is no denying that, but you have a sinking feeling Bokuto's bigger than he is.By taking your time you can feel when he cock twitches or the way he tense like he’s trying not to buck his hips into your hand. 

 How long had he thought of this? How many times had he thought your hands working him like this? In all the times that he thought about you pleasuring him he never could quite imagine what your face would look like. But he can now. You’re looking down at his erection with a slight look of bewilderment, biting your bottom lip , taking your sweet time and enjoying it. 

 “it’s…. Weightier than I thought it would be.”

 “Yea? Fuuuck , y/n I’m not going to last long like  this.

 You crack a crooked smile and look up to his face. He really did look like he was just about ready to cum. “But I've barely started.”

 “You’re just doing such a good job, I've just been dreaming about this for so long baby- “His voice cracks off into a moan and he tilts his head back.

 “Nu-uh, I wanna see your face when I make yon cum Meian,” You order softly.

 The vampire obediently dips his head to face you again. In return, you speed up the pace of your hand and apply a little more pressure. Meian opens his mouth like he wants to say something, mabey more  praise, but all that comes trembling out is a moan. You were going to like Meian like this. You’re loving the way his pupils are blown wide and the only one that seems to be able to focus is you. He literally looks like his mind is blank, drunk on the pleasure you are making the usually, a cool and calm captain is not even able to form a coherent thought, and just because you give him a handy?

 “y/n.”

 “Hmm?” you humm continues to study his face while you stroke him.

 “I’m cumming,” you feel his dick twitch in your hand again, “fuck, I’m cumming  baby.”

 Just like Meian ,had you worked him through his orgasm. Not stopping until you’re sure you’ve milked him dry. Your hand is left covered in cum.  A small laugh of disbelief sputters past your lips.

 “I’m going to go grab us some wipes for us. I wasn’t expecting that much cum.”

 You come back with a small pack of wet wipes and a hand that’s now clean. You pass the pack to the Meian setting, “for the lubey dick.”

 “Please don’t call it that.”

 You shrug, “it is what it is. 

 You crawl back onto bed. “So, I have one more question.” 

 It was the last question on your list.

 “Yea?”

 “What are you going to do to Sakusa? Or have you done anything yet?”

 Tucking himself back into his pants and fixing them Meian returns to leading against the headboard of your bed. “I haven’t apprehended him yet of your asking and I’m not quite sure really.”

 You perk up a bit. “So, you’re open to suggestions?”

 “Oh, you have an idea for a proper punishment?”

 “And a nice little surprise to let the rest know they now have a human,” you add.

 “So, what scheme do you have cooking in that head?”

 You make yourself comfortable, snuggling up to Meian  as he throws an arm around your shoulder and tucks you into his side.” I'm so glad you asked.”

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In the middle of one chilly night, sukuna wakes abruptly. He doesnt know why, he's usually not one to have any trouble with sleep - but on this particular night, his eyes seemed to open for no apparent reason. When he looks to his side, there is nobody. The space beside him is cold, which tells him that you left his side quite a while ago. Where are you?

If it were anybody else, he would've brushed it off believing they were just in the bathroom. If it were anybody else, sukuna would've just gone back to sleep. But it's not anybody else - it's you. His first thought is to find out where you are.

It's cold, dammit. He thinks this as he plans on dragging you back to bed to use you as his personal heater, after he finds you. Sukuna drags his feet across the floor as he reaches the living room.

In the dark, he sees a figure sitting on the couch, hunched over and making odd noises - like muffled sniffling. An eyebrow is raised as he slowly puts his hand over the light switch and flicks it on.

"What are you..." he stops himself when he sees you covering your eyes with a bunch of tissues.

"Why are you awake? Go back to sleep," you tell him, your stuffy nose making your voice sound weird. The day couldn't get any worse.

Sukuna walks over to sit down next to you. He tries to pry your hands away from your face.

"Stop it-"

"Show me."

He cleverly changes the strength within his touch, handling you more gently to coax you into revealing your face - and it actually works.

"What's wrong?" he questions, deep crimson eyes focusing on your bloodshot ones, with tears running amok down your face. Sukuna understands now, why his own body woke him up at a time like this. You need him.

You've never felt so embarrassed and ashamed, yet relieved at the same time. It feels so terrible crying alone in the dark, and part of you always wanted someone to notice your sorrow. yet there was that complicated feeling of also wishing that nobody would see you like this, in your lowest state.

You tell him you don't know.

There are just nights where you feel like this - your brain suddenly throwing every bad thing anyone has ever said to you, bringing up memories that you want to forget about, shining a light on all the insecurities you might have. For no reason.

You just leave it at that, because you don't know how to tell him the rest of that. Would he even understand? Such ugly doubts pierce into your mind as you cry some more.

Sukuna doesn't press you on any further, and wordlessly brings you closer to him instead. Face into his chest, he pats your back and he hugs you tight, because that's the only thing he can do for you in this moment.

When he brings you back to bed, sukuna tells you that next time, you should just stay beside him instead of going out into the living room. He's sitting down cross legged on the bed and you’re in his lap, chest to chest with him.

"But i don't wanna bother you."

"It bothers me more to know that you're crying behind my back by yourself."

Tired and numb, you give him an "okay".

"Rely on me. Use me for support. I'm not yours for nothing."

You take him in on the offer and squeeze around him tighter, and even more so when the two of you eventually lay back down to get back to sleep.

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