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Stolen Heart

➳♡゛PAIRING: Bandit/Outlaw!Geto x Princess!F!Reader

➳♡゛SUMMARY: As a princess you've been forced to marry as your fate has already been decided for you. That's until you fall in love with a mysterious stranger, leaving you to decide on if you should follow that fate or let your heart decide.

➳♡゛WARNINGS: Mentions of arranged marriage, Fantasy AU, Angst (if you squint), 2 Smut scenes (MDNI), Fluff, Oral (F Receiving), P in V , Kissing, Nipple Play, Explicit Language, Creampie, Forbidden Love, Fingering, Female Reader, Unprotected Sex. (Word Count: 5.5K).

➳♡゛A/N: This is my entry for @junevenile The Renaissance Cabaret Collab. Italics & Bold is Past tense.

The brightness of the early morning sun shone through Y/N’s chamber as she sat at her golden vanity table, her attendant assisting her with the last of her morning routine.

She’d insist that she could get herself ready on her own, as she was no longer a child anymore but her mother’s words would continuously run through her head about how improper of a lady, especially of a princess that would be.

The constant reminder that she was a princess was constantly brought up, it was something she wanted to escape, but she knew better as she’d have important duties to fulfill.

One of those important duties would include an arranged marriage, set by her parents. Y/N would marry some king or prince, specifically to gain whatever benefits both parties would give each other even if it was to some old man, her words and choices meant nothing to them and there was nothing that she could do about it.

Y/N would continuously go about it without a second thought, but that would be until she met her secret lover.

It's funny how the two met, Y/N had caught him sneaking around the palace grounds. She remembered as if it was just yesterday as the two would constantly make jokes about it.

As she was still being assisted her mind drifted off to the exact moment of when the two had met:

“May I ask why you are sneaking about?” Y/N’s head remained down as she continued to pretend to read whatever literature she had at the time, as a small smirk played against her lips.

The mysterious raven-haired stranger slowly crept out from behind the overly large bushes. As he gave her somewhat of a mocking bow, “It seems as though I’ve been caught.” He spoke as he slowly looked at her.

A playful smile flashed on her lips as she rose her head to look at him, “I guess you're not as slick as you thought. Now, I'm sure I asked you a question.”

“Princess! Princess!” A voice called out to her as she looked in the direction of where it was coming from.

Y/N’s eyes widened in panic as she looked back at the man, a hushed “Follow me,” being said as she stood up to quickly lead the way.

The man stood for a brief moment before speaking, “Are you sure that’s wise Princess?” he questioned, a slight lace of arrogance coating his tone.

She quickly grabbed his hand to lead him away, “I’m sure you don’t want to get caught. Just follow me quickly,”

As she continued to lead to make sure she was far enough, she’d stop, catching her breath as she turned to face him.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier. And don't lie I know most of my people here,” she spoke, her voice low and sultry leaning in closer to him, a sly grin on her lips.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed slightly as he realized what she was asking him. “Are you asking me why I’m sneaking around your palace?” he asked.

She nodded slowly, as her eyes fixed on his. “I’m a bandit,” he said, the words falling from his lips like a confession.

Y/N’s heart raced at his words, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew that she should be afraid, that she should turn him over to the guards, but there was something about him that called to her. Something wild and untamed that she couldn’t resist.

“It’s dangerous to be around me,” he warned, as his voice lowered.

She stepped even closer to the man as another playful smirk crept on her lips again, “And what makes you think I can't call my guards?” she teased.

The raven-haired stranger chuckled, “Because Princess. I know that you won’t. I believe that you're intrigued by me,” he replied, his eyes flickering with a mischievous glint.

The woman couldn't deny the truth in his words, as her attraction to him only grew stronger with each passing moment.

As she continued to reminisce lost in her thoughts, her attendant finished the last touches to her makeup, a knock interrupted the silence of the room bringing her back to reality.

“Enter,” Y/N called out, her eyes meeting the reflection of her other attendant in the mirror.

"My lady, we must prepare for the arrival of your royal family." The individual said announcing the news.

Y/N sighed knowing that she would have to put up a front again, pretending to be content with the idea of her arranged marriage. But deep down, she knew that she could never love anyone as much as she loved the raven-haired bandit who had stolen her heart.

The sound of trumpets announcing the arrival of her parents was what snapped her out of her thoughts once more.

As they entered the room, her father wore a proud smile and her mother looked as regal as ever.

Y/N curtsied as they approached, greeting them respectfully. Her father took her hands in his as he spoke, “My darling daughter, I am pleased to announce that we have found you a suitor. He is a prince who will soon be king from a neighboring kingdom and your mother and I believe him to be worthy of your hand in marriage.”

Though it pained Y/N to keep up her appearance, she tried to smile and appear happy for their sake. Inside, however, she couldn't help but think back on the man who she’d fallen in love so easily with.

But as the words fully sunk in, her heart shattered and tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She continued to force a smile onto her face, not wanting to disappoint her parents by showing them her true feelings.

“I am honored to accept your decision father," she said, grateful that they didn't notice the quiver in her voice.

She could feel the weight of disappointment on her shoulders as she looked away for a mere second, taking in a deep breath before turning back to face them.

Her parents nodded approvingly at her show of obedience and continued speaking about the wedding plans before leading Y/N out of the room.

Once she left to head back to her quarters, her fingers played with the hidden small gold necklace that was given to her by Geto. Just a little after they met when they both confessed their love to each other; the necklace was a heart that had his initials on it. A simple symbol to show that she was his and that he’d always be with her in every passing moment.

It was moments like these where she needed him most.

(Y/N) hadn't told him about the arranged marriage her parents were planning on setting for her. Yet, she knew that she would have to tell him sooner than later.

She suspected that he would have known as word travelled fast around the kingdom but she still wanted him to hear the news from her himself. She was expected to be married within a few days now that a suitor was found, and she was not looking forward to it.

Tonight, the palace was holding a ball to celebrate her soon-to-be marriage and Y/N felt sick to her stomach as she knew her time was near, she wanted to cry but she blinked them away quickly as she continued to plaster the fake smile on her lips.

“My lady, are you alright?” the woman who was helping her stopped what she was doing as a genuine look of concern was on her face.

Y/N nodded her head, trying to mask the sadness that was overwhelming her. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit tired," she responded, forcing a smile onto her face. "But thank you for asking."

The attendant started to say something else before being interrupted by a knock on the door. "Excuse me, my lady," another spoke as they entered the room. "Your presence is needed downstairs for the ball."

Y/N took a deep breath, straightening her posture as she stood up from the vanity. She made her way to the door, taking one last glance at her reflection in the mirror before exiting the room again.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the grand staircase, the music started and she was greeted by a sea of guests. The room was filled with nobles and royals alike, all dressed in their finest attire.

Y/N inwardly groaned at the thought of having to socialize with these people, putting on a smile.

As she walked around the ballroom, most of the guests bowed to acknowledge her, some of them even letting out a few compliments about her grace and beauty.

Continuing to greet the guests and make small talk her thoughts kept drifting to Geto and the imminent wedding. She couldn't imagine spending the rest of her life with someone she didn't love even though she knew she had to.

A gloved hand then reached out to her, signaling that someone wished to dance with her. Y/N looked up, her gaze meeting the eyes of the prince who was betrothed to her. She plastered a smile on her face as he took her hand, pulling her close to him as the music started.

"I must say, you look quite lovely tonight," he said.

Y/N forced a smile, trying to be polite. "Thank you, your highness," she replied, her mind elsewhere.

The prince continued to make small talk, but Y/N couldn't focus on his words. All she could think about was Geto, and how much she wished he was here with her instead. She wanted to disappear, to be anywhere other than in this ballroom with this man she barely knew.

As the dance ended, the prince bowed to her, kissing her hand gently. "I look forward to our wedding day in the next few days, Princess," he said before walking away.

Y/N felt a bit sick at the prince's words, knowing that she should be grateful for the union her parents had arranged for her. But her heart belonged to someone else. This was not the life she wanted, but she had no choice. She had to marry the prince and accept her fate as a wife and soon to be queen.

Walking around the ballroom, trying to avoid any more dances with the prince, she spotted a familiar figure lurking in the shadows. It was Geto, dressed in black and wearing a mask to conceal his identity.

He caught her eye and nodded, signaling her to meet him outside. Y/N knew it was risky, but she couldn't resist the temptation. Her heart was racing as she made her way through the crowd, trying to avoid the watchful eye of her parents.

Catching the attention of one of her attendants she spoke, "Please let the Queen know I'm not feeling too well and must step away for a bit."

The attendant nodded and Y/N continued walking, feeling the weight of her dress slowing her down. She stepped outside into the moonlit courtyard where Geto was waiting for her.

"Geto," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.

"I couldn't stay away. I had to see you," he replied, his voice soft and gentle. "I heard about the wedding. Is it true?"

Y/N nodded slowly, her heart heavy with the thought of being forced to marry someone she didn't love. "Yes. My parents have found a suitor for me. It'll be in the next few days. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

"I can't stand the thought of you marrying him," Geto said as he pulled away, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I'll take you away from all of this."

Y/N's heart swelled at the thought, but she knew that it was impossible. "I can't do that, Geto," she said, her voice laced with regret. "I'm a princess, and I have a duty to my kingdom and my people. I can't abandon them like that."

"But what about us?" Geto asked, his expression pained. "Don't we mean anything to you?"

Y/N's heart ached at his words, and she took a step closer to him, taking his hand in hers. "Of course, you mean everything to me, you mean more than I could ever put into words" she whispered. "But I must accept my fate as a princess and marry the prince."

"Forget your fate Y/N. Can't you see? This isn't what you want. You deserve to be with someone who loves you and doesn't use you as a political pawn. Someone who will cherish you and make you happy," Geto insisted, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N's resolve wavered as she looked into his intense gaze continuing to listen to him speak.

"I love you too much to let you go Y/N, especially like this. Can't you see that you mean everything to me? You're the air I breathe, the water I drink, the food I eat, my heart that beats, you're everything that I need and I can't just go on without," Geto confessed, his voice rough with emotion as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

Y/N melted in his arms, feeling the heat of his body against hers. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent.

Their lips came crashing together, fire igniting between them as they kissed passionately under the moonlight. Geto's hands ran down her back, pressing her tightly against him as she moaned into his mouth.

“There's someplace I want to show you," Geto said as he broke away from the kiss. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he took her hand, leading her to the stables. "I promise you it'll be worth it."

He helped her on the back of his horse, before jumping on himself. Y/N wrapped her arms around him tightly, as they sped off into the forest.

They traveled for a few hours until they reached a small hidden cottage, and Y/N gasped at the sight of it. It was quite small from the outside but nestled on top of a hill in the middle of a forest. A light coming from inside drew them to the door where Geto dismounted, walking over to open it.

Once inside, Y/N marveled at the picturesque landscape that laid out before her. Warm light from flickering candles adorned the walls of the spacious room, mixing with the amber glow of the fire that was spreading through the hearth. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, covered with furs, and it was the most beautiful thing Y/N had ever seen.

"Do you like it?" Geto asked as he moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her to embrace her tightly against his chest.

"It's amazing," she whispered under her breath. "It's like a fairytale. How did you find it?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips as she relaxed into the embrace, enjoying the feeling of security that was spreading through her at his touch.

"I've been coming here for years," Geto explained. "I knew I had to take you here one day and today seemed to be the day."

He kissed softly at the spot below her earlobe as Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.

She felt the warmth flooding through her body as they slowly moved toward the bed in the center of the room. They laid down on the bed, slowly peeling away layers of clothing until their bodies were bare and intertwined with one another.

"I love you," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with fear and longing. "You're my everything."

Geto leaned down, his lips kissing softly against hers, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer to him. As he kissed her passionately, pulling her atop him in their kiss, Y/N felt herself yield to him. He was everything she ever wanted, and she didn't want to deny it anymore.

As she broke away from the kiss, her hands threaded in his hair as she stared down into his eyes. His hand roamed down her body, leaving a trail of burning desire on her skin everywhere it touched. He rolled over on top of her, his lips meeting hers again.

"I love you Y/N," Geto replied before silencing any further words with his lips.

As he kissed her, his hands roamed everywhere, caressing every inch of her until she was writhing beneath him. He smiled against her lips before he trailed kisses down her body. Nibbling at her skin, kissing every inch until she begged for him to continue.

Their hands continued to explore each other's body, as they took their time learning every curve of one another. He leaned down to kiss her neck, sucking hard on the soft flesh as Y/N arched her back to give him more access to her skin once more.

Forming a line with his kisses, he moved further down along the curves of her breasts. His lips latched onto her hardened nipple as she gasped, feeling the wet warmth spreading through her body as he continued pleasuring her with his mouth.

Licking her breasts down along her stomach, he gently spread her legs apart, taking a moment to admire her before continuing.

She could feel him smirking against her skin, knowing full well what he was about to do as he kissed wetly against her thighs.

He teased her entrance with the tip of his tongue, running it up and down before pressing it against her clit, making her moan out loudly, grabbing onto the sheets as pleasure coursed through her body. His tongue slowly spread her pussy lips before moving inside her, licking deep inside building up to a steady rhythm as she grinded against his face, groaning at the feeling of his tongue slithering inside of her.

Geto removed his mouth from her pussy to trail kisses up her body, dipping down to taste the sweetness of her mouth before hooking his arms under her thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders as he rose to then kneel between her legs.

Y/N felt the tip of his cock prodding at her wet entrance before he began pushing inside. He continued pushing until he was fully inside her hot, throbbing pussy, taking a moment to adjust as he continued to thrust in and out without pause.

"Oh, Geto!" Y/N moaned as she felt him thrust inside of her again.

"Fuck!"Geto groaned against her neck as he began increasing his speed and Y/N moaned louder with each thrust of his cock. He wrapped his arms around her waist lightly and held onto it tightly, rolling his hips against hers.

"Oh god," Y/N moaned emphatically as Geto spread his legs further, resting her back against his strong torso. She wrapped her legs around his hips as they continued to move against one another.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly as he fucked her senselessly. "Geto!"she cried as she dug her fingers into his back.

Letting out another groan, Geto's hands reached between them and pressed firmly against her clit as he continued thrusting.

Geto grunted as he pulled her hips closer to his cock, grinding against her as he neared his release.

Y/N let out a scream of pleasure, feeling the current orgasm run through her body as Geto continued to pound into her. He removed his hand from between their bodies, pressing it against her shoulder, pushing down on it as he filled her pussy with his warm cum.

Still breathing heavily, Geto leaned against her momentarily before rolling off of Y/N and onto his side. She turned to face him, a smile on her lips as she looked into the eyes of the man she loved so much. He smiled back at her sweetly before leaning in to kiss her gently one last time.

"You know this doesn't make any of it easier, right?" he said softly as he trailed his fingers lazily over her stomach.

Y/N smiled sadly, shaking her head. "I know," She said quietly.

They both fell into a quiet silence as they stared at one another, never taking their eyes away from the other.

"Don't walk out of my life, Y/N," Geto begged in a soft voice before standing up to get off the bed, his eyes pleading with hers. "We'll figure it out, I promise."

Y/N gave him a bittersweet smile as she stood up, and lazily slipped back into her dress. "You should probably take me back home. They'll notice I'm gone."

Without another word, the man nodded his head as they mounted the horse and took off towards the castle.

The ride was silent, as neither wanted to break the stillness that surrounded them.

As they arrived at Y/N's destination Geto pulled the horse to a stop and helped her off, giving her an intense look as he brushed his lips softly against hers in a tender kiss goodbye and handed her one of his handkerchiefs as a token from him for her to remember him as she held onto it with both hands.

"Take care of yourself. I hope he treats you well," he whispered as he watched Y/N enter back through the castle doors and disappear within its walls, leaving him alone once more in the silence and darkness outside.

The days of her wedding were quickly approaching and all the woman could do was pray for a miracle, pray that Geto would show up and save her from this fate.

If he did, she was sure they could find some way to be together no matter what obstacles laid in their path; however, deep down she knew the chances of it happening were slim especially after she'd pushed him away.

Regardless she continued to set out to the gardens daily, hoping that one day it would be him who showed up to come and take her away. Constant regret falling over her for denying to run away with him.

As the night before her wedding quickly approached, alone in her room, she stared out of the window towards the crescent moon as she held her hand against her chest, clutching the handkerchief Geto had given her as if it meant the world to her.

Her mind filled with thoughts of him and how much she was willing to give up just to be with him.

She thought that she could go through with the arranged marriage but the few days the two of them spent apart just didn't feel right, as she loved him too much to just let him go.

As she secretly headed out to the gardens she felt tears fill her eyes as the reality that she may never be able to be with the man she loved all too much began to hit.

It was then when she had almost given up on her search, that a figure emerged between the dense trees. She looked closer and saw Geto walking towards her. He ran to meet her and he opened his arms wide for an embrace.

Y/N felt the warmth of him surrounding her like a blanket and tears rolled down from both their eyes as they embraced each other tightly, nothing else mattered except them being together now in that moment.

They held onto one another tightly for what seemed like forever until she finally released herself from him just enough so that they could look into each other’s eyes.

"I'm here Y/N. I can't let you go through with the wedding tomorrow, as selfish as it sounds I just can't let you," he soothed as he held her close to his chest, loving feeling her in his arms again. He pressed his lips against her head as they both held onto one another tightly.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and knew that no matter what trials they may face in the future they were made to be together.

Taking his hand within hers, she smiled "Take me away from here. I don't want to be with anybody else but you."

Geto smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, pulling her close to him and kissing her softly on the lips as they both disappeared from the gardens and into the night leaving the castle behind.

The journey back to Geto's hidden cottage was filled with happy tears and gentle caresses as the two traveled together, taking in every moment they had been given.

As the sky gradually changed shades from a deep royal purple to a faint orange hue, indicating the dawn of morning, Y/N and Geto arrived at their destination.

Geto helped Y/N off his horse before lifting her face so that she could look into his eyes one last time before leading her inside where he suddenly dropped down on one knee and took both her hands into his own looking deeply into them, never breaking eye contact.

"Y/N," he started tenderly wiping away all remaining tears with his thumb on each cheek. "You are my entire world and my reason for living I can't exist without you by my side." Taking a pause until finally gathering enough strength to give her the words she had long been waiting to hear.

"Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" he asked as he opened up a small charmed box revealing a simple but beautiful three-stone diamond ring.

Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken at the display of Geto's constant affection and love for her as she melted in his strong arms. She looked into his eyes, admiring him as she nodded her head softly and whispered a simple "yes."

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," Geto replied kissing her softly on the lips before he turned and ran out to get the things they would need to clean themselves up after their long journey.

Y/N stood alone in the cottage's living room as she stared into the lit fireplace, admiring the beautiful ring on her finger. She was finally free and she could finally be with him. She smiled brightly as she heard Geto entering back into the cabin carrying a tray of water and clothes to clean themselves up.

"I'm back," he said smiling brightly at her before setting the tray down on the table in front of them. "Here is everything we'll need to get cleaned up."

Y/N watched as he stripped some off his clothes as she nodded happily. Watching while Geto began to wash off all his dirtied and sweat-covered skin next to her, after a while he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you take off that wet dress and join me?"

Y/N giggled softly as she began to strip down, peeling off her soaked dress before stripping off the thin undergarments. At the sight of her, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

A warmth filled her cheeks as she looked away, feeling timid with his undivided attention; however, Geto just smiled and pulled her towards him softly caressing the side of her face.

"Don't be shy," he whispered before leaning down and kissing her passionately against her warm lips.

Wrapped up within one another's embrace both Geto and Y/N shared a sweet tender kiss as they enjoyed each others' taste, basking in the moment. Her hands traveled up his toned chest and arms savoring each inch of his perfectly sculpted figure as their bodies moved towards the bed.

Geto kissed her gently down her neck and collarbone, causing Y/N to gasp in pleasure as he softly caressed her body before climbing back up near her neck, as steamy moans escaped their lips, tickling her ear with his hot breath.

Geto smiled against her neck having looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him.

"I'm glad I can finally be with you," he whispered before leaning back down to capture her lips again in another kiss, speaking all the words that could never come out of his mouth in such a heated moment.

Y/N smiled against his lips before wrapping her arms around him tightly, enjoying their passionate embrace as they slowly moved against each other in a rhythm. Geto softly kissed along Y/N's jaw causing her to moan out in pleasure as she arched into him further.

Geto slowly moved his hands around Y/N's body as his thumb brushed softly against her most sensitive spots. Her body quivered and trembled in pleasure as Geto increased the heat between them. "You're so perfect Y/N," he murmured against her lips before his lips descended the valley between her breasts.

As he lowered his lips and captured her left nipple in between his lips causing it to harden the sudden touch before beginning to suck on it, he gently gripped it between his thumb and index finger while he swirled his tongue all around in circles causing her to reach out and hold onto his hair, arching her back in pleasure; “Geto” she cried out as he worked on every part of her breasts, leaving love marks in a few areas.

He loved how she was so forward and intoxicating with desire. It thrilled him even further that she finally belonged to him, his princess.

"Geto.." she moaned out softly ripping the hair tie off in his hair as she felt the heat between her legs intensify. "I need you."

Hearing her shamelessly say out her need for him excited him even more as he felt his cock begin to stiffen and throb painfully against the last of his clothing, begging to be set free.

He took her hand into his own and she groaned softly when she felt the heat from his hand rub against her wetness.

Her sweet moans of pleasure echoed through the room as his fingers explored and gently rubbed against her clit. He quickly found a steady rhythm that caused her body to change from a soft tremble to a loud shudder every time he pressed against the right spot.

Y/N felt an unbearable heat rise through her veins as Geto climbed on top of her and leaned in close to her ear, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she replied softly rolling back and forth against him as she felt his throbbing erection press against her entrance ever so slightly making it hard for either of them to control themselves.

"You feel so amazing..." Geto moaned out as he grasped her rear firmly in his hands grasping her tightly against him, their bodies fitting perfectly together, he was right where he longed to be.

"Geto," Y/N whimpered as his breath tickled against her skin.

She was so wet and ready for him, she needed to feel his weight press down on top of her and have him inside of her even more than before.

Geto continued to rub against her clit before gently sinking into her inch by inch on the first thrust. The lips of Y/N's inner walls eagerly accepted him making it harder for either of them to keep going slow, as thrust after thrust each spike of pleasure coursed through Y/N's rapidly beating heart making each nerve ending in her body pulse with intensity.

"Look at me," Geto said looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, as he slowly began to thrust into her with long hard strokes fast enough to bring her right to the edge.

"Oh God!" she moaned out arching her back as one arm flung tightly against Geto’s torso while the other found its way up in his hair.

Her cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, feeling each stroke of Geto's cock annihilate any coherent thoughts she had left.

Geto passionately kissed against her neck touching tenderly as she slowly slid down from her high enjoying every ounce of pleasure his body could give her.

His hand traveled to her thigh, grabbing it tightly allowing him to pick up the pace of his thrusts on a few occasions.

Y/N whimpered as she felt her body stiffen and quiver underneath her lover again, Geto's cock found new flesh to pierce causing her pleasure to spike high and so close to reach it's peak.

She gasped loudly, covering Geto's mouth with hers and brushing her knuckles against his cheeks before feeling the waves of pleasure slowly begin to crash down onto herself. Her body exploding with ecstasy as she heard him groan out and release into her.

They both laid there silently after their orgasm, Y/N suddenly smiled softly staring into Geto's eyes as he held her close. "I love you."

The man smiled at the sweet words as he kissed the top of her head softly, "I love you too." He whispered back before wrapping his arms around her tight and pulling her close to his chest. "Now go to sleep we've got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."

She nodded, and leaned her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating as they drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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Locker Room Shenanigans.

Sukuna Ryoumen x Black Reader.

Summary: You were due for an interview with Sukuna Ryoumen, one of the greatest, most talented, most decorated center-backs of his generation after winning his fifth club local, fourth club continental, third national continental and most recently, second national global trophies, his second interview of this caliber of his career. Only you would be able to deal with his arrogant, demanding and strong personality, your editor said. You weren't quite sure how to feel about it.

What you did not know until meeting him, however, was that he specifically asked for you to do this interview. He trusted you more than other journalists - he didn't particularly have a good relationship with the press because of their tendency to focus a lot more on his private life - because you shared a nationality and you had a great technical understanding of the sport he claimed as his own.

He also wanted to be alone with you, to request you to indulge him in some locker room shenanigans, and who were you to refuse his request.

Please note: NSFW, Under 19 DNI, cream pie, rough sex, marking, light bruising, biting, choking lite, he fucks you from behind, fingering, oral (m receiving), risk of getting caught, orgasm denial, reader is black with Senegalese twists, dirty talk, praise + degradation combo, orgasm denial, dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, slightly implied corruption.

A/N: This is fully @vennilavee fault. She once said she thought Sukuna as a pro athlete would greatly resemble Sergio Ramos of Spain and PSG, who I also happen to be a fan of because I think they'd both be an experience LOL. Anyway, here's something I've been cooking for a while. Had a tonne of fun with this and I hope y'all enjoy reading it!

WC: 7.5k words

Squad: @enchantedforest-network

One of the greatest perks of your job was always the free tickets to go to finals games.

The atmosphere was electric, especially here towards the front, where you could see the field, smell the grass. The stadium was packed, and only your special press pass allowed you to skip the line, so to speak, a line that was already about two kilometers long, snaking out and around the stadium, three hours before the game begun. You had on your country's jersey (with your favourite player's name and number at the back), your flag colours painted on your right cheek, your flag bracelet in hand. You were technically here as media, and there was a level of impartiality expected of you, but these were the World Cup Finals, and your country was one of the teams that had made it.

So for these next four or so hours? Fuck impartiality.

You spared a glance at your watch. It was still one and a half hours before the match begun, and it seemed like the stadium was absolutely packed, Even around you all the chairs were occupied, and there was a cute little boy, about nine years that looked up at you and beamed, waving your country's flag, clearly very excited to be here.

"His first time," his father said with pride, when he saw you wave your own miniature flag with him. "He's a big fan of Ryoumen, and I'm hoping he can have a chance to get an autograph or something after. He'd more than treasure it for the rest of his life."

You filed that information at the back of your mind. "Oh, I'm sure we'd all love a memento of Ryoumen's," you replied, sipping on your juice. Personally, there were other things of his that you'd like, but that was between you and your intrusive thoughts.

You were very glad this man had not recognised you, or if he did he chose to not act on it. You were, after all, one of the most established football journalists in your region, and you had a particular reputation of coaxing some of the most difficult and unapproachable players for interviews, about the game and their place and relationship with it, and your reporting on events such as these, inflecting the feelings and emotions and vibes of the tournament.

However, that was for work, and work was for later. For now, you were fully intending not to leave this place with your voice, for better or for worse.

...

Ryoumen Sukuna.

Sukuna fucking Ryoumen.

He was definitely one of those once in a generation types of talents, the one who was born to play football. It's like he was destined for it, and everything just so happened to align to ensure that he was going to be a professional athlete, specifically football, and he thrived in it.

His father, a single parent of him and his younger brother Yuuji, coached one of the local little leagues, for little boys between the ages of six and nine. He was the first one to notice his son's exceptional, technical understanding of the game. He picked up concepts easily and quickly, understood very clearly the basic technicalities of playing after seeing or hearing them once, had an inherent instinct on how to defend; where the ball was going to land and getting it to his teammates, and his crossing accuracy was eerily strong.

He also infused a part of his personality in his playstyle: strong, fast, aggressive, particularly due to his elevation, eye for goal and heading accuracy, making him an excellent air player.

What made him stand out the most, however was his ability to sniff opportunities to enable him to easily transition from defence to offence. He had the highest score of defenders of his time - majority of them from cross-kicks and headers - and his ability stay calm under pressure, dribbling the ball past his opponents and essentially smelling blood in the water to attack, or defend.

His father recruited him and watched his growth, both as a player and as a person. As he grew up and he realised how immensely gifted he was, his confidence in his abilities morphed into cocky arrogance. It was then that it hit him he could push his boundaries a little bit, and dictate his tolerance and patience onto the rest of his team, always turning the tides of favouritism in his favour. Naturally that caused many a personality clash between himself and his teammates and the coaching staff, a flaw that bled over into his professional career.

And then there was his disciplinary record. He had a minimum of twelve yellow cards in a season, because though his tackles were relatively smooth, sometimes he jumped into them a little too enthusiastically. He also had a slick mouth, politely insulting referees and other players, rolling his eyes dramatically at verbal warnings and allegedly mumbling curse words under his breath.

Despite his monumental ego and his very wanting discipline, he was also praised for his leadership skills, ability to mentor newcomers and his juniors, and his capability of condensing and analysing very specialised strategies into much easier to understand concepts. His teammates always stated that he was just and fair, and he had a knack of figuring out how people best learnt concepts, whether practically or theoretically, and teaching them what they didn't understand. He also had an exceptional work ethic, staying longer in training sometimes to test out his theories, and was always willing to improve and adjust them, by getting opinions from his fellow teammates and coaches.

He really was a conundrum, if anything.

Of course there was also his social media presence. The funny thing was, he never posted anything too crazy or risqué. Just his favourite meal at a restaurant, or something fascinating he happened to come across or a picture or two of his long list of partners (he particularly loved to antagonize queerphobes as he was openly bisexual) or even just educational clips showing him explaining a concept or a theory or some ball tricks for fun in a park. He would occasionally post a thirst trap or two every once in a while, but him being so active and happily interacting with fans made people go a little crazy sometimes.

He had been in a grand total of three clubs in his entire senior career, having won local cups with all of them and the continental cup with two of them. He said he would start considering retirement after this world cup and start looking into coaching and analysis, something he had shown to be excellent at throughout his whole career, and as a journalist that had been following him the whole time - and who had always had a minor crush on him - you were looking forward to that particular trajectory of his life.

But first, his potentially last international competition.

...

You had never been so tense in a half time in your life, and you had attended many a finals game in your life.

You were up by one goal, and everyone was taking time to drink water, have something to bite, scroll social media, talk to people and just take a break, take a breather, because the next forty five minutes were going to be intense.

You were happily munching a hot dog as you ignored your boss' messages on why you hadn't posted any updates on the media house's social media pages. Yes you had the content, and yes you should probably get to sending it, but you needed a moment right now. You were watching the finals, and you really didn't want work to interrupt that.

Ironically you were watching finals for work, but your boss would understand. You'd explain to him enough to ensure he understood.

As you were still thinking about removing your phone and actually sending the content, about two members of the opposing team came out. You gasped, surprised that it was time for the game to resume already, immediately putting your phone back in your pocket, the content could wait, as you had a game to finish watching. You little friend was back next to you, stars in his little eyes as he watched the players slowly trickle in one by one. Ryoumen, team captain, was one of the last ones to came out, and the little boy next to you yelled out his name, and even in all the noise and chaos around you it seemed like he heard him, so he turned, facial expression aloof.

You had never seen this man in the flesh, and you weren't prepared how all the pictures and images through screens never quite fully encapsulated how annoyingly handsome he truly was. Pink short hair with a black undercut, tattoos on his face: his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, his sharp jawline, his chin, half-lidded crimson eyes, sharp nose, full lips, pale skin. Those same tattoos were behind his neck, on his wrists and you'd also seen them at the top of his thighs when he football shorts slid up a bit too high when he was executing a tackle on the field. He was tall, muscular, but still lean, his muscles compact without making him seem too bulky.

His eyes passed by you, and his expression changed, smiling at the child, sparing him a small wave. He waved back enthusiastically, and it was overall a very cute interaction, but his gaze found yours, and immediately the vibe between the two of you changed, and weren't sure whether you were seeing things but you swore, in that second you looked at each other he winked at you, the turn of his smirk a little sharper and he turned back to the field, his face back to that blank look.

You felt as though your throat was clogged and your lungs not quite as clear. Something had just happened between the two of you right then and you weren't sure you had the mental strength to unpack it right at that moment, so you kept it to the side and decided to focus on the game.

Everything else was future you's problem.

...

You could not remember the last time you had ever been this tense.

Your country was up by one goal, sixty eight minutes into the game. a foul had been committed about a meter and a half from the penalty box and the referee had ruled a free kick. Ryoumen was obligated to take it.

You all sat on your chairs, the relative silence in the stadium tense. It was pretty much right in the middle of the half, but if that ball was manoeuvred into the net it would change the entire mental trajectory of the game, which, you wagered, was exactly why the player that was chosen to take said free kick was chosen.

Ryoumen jogged his way to the ball, as the players positioned themselves. The wall was large, six players, and the ref was standing at the spot, waiting for him. Random players were sprinting and yelling in all manner of directions in their field behind Ryoumen and the wall, and you could literally hear the seconds of time ticking in your ear. You didn't want to imagine the sort of pressure he was going through if this was how it felt for you, but one of the many things Sukuna Ryoumen was known for in his career was his ability to stay calm and collected under pressure, no matter how stifling.

He took his position and waited for the referee to blow his whistle. You noticed he kept his gaze on the wall and the goal, as if making mental calculations on what needed to be done to score the goal. The shrill sound of a whistle was heard, and the stadium was somewhat quiet. He looked at the ball, up at the wall, and took a step back, then trotted forward slightly and struck the ball with a powerful kick. You all watched, unable to think, unable to breathe, as the ball whizzed through the air towards the goal. The wall jumped, as high as the could, but the ball seemed to be barely a hair out of their reach. The goal keeper leaped, trying with all his might, but it was all for nought. The ball settled comfortably in the top left end of the corner, a clean coal, whishing the net as it stopped its trajectory.

The instantaneous explosion of cheers could have been deafening if you weren't participating in them. You saw the substitutes and the coach all running and jumping on the touch line, and Ryoumen's teammates were sprinting to jump on him in their euphoric joy. He stood, trying to support all of them, as the referee came and told them to return for kick off after the goal. There really was hope for winning this competition pretty decisively.

The game went on (your country managed to score an extra goal, keeping the tally up at three nil now) and then focused on defending their lead. Extra time was two minutes, and though you could see the players were a little tired, they went on, pushing themselves and willing to see the game - and the competition - to the very end. You, personally could not stop glancing at the massive digital clock to your right, quite literally ticking down the seconds to the last whistle.

The game finally ended, and it was near pandemonium in the stands, all manner of positive and negative emotions going on. The rest of the team sprinted to the field, to celebrate another victory with their teammates, as your opposing team lamented their defeat. The celebrations were being set up, with the medals being given out and the champagne being grabbed from the crates. You sat back on your chair when the crackers finally littered the sky, champagne being sprayed everywhere when Ryoumen lifted the trophy over his head. It was a beautiful sight to witness.

The players were finally retreating back to the tunnel, probably to continue their celebrations in there when the kid that was seated next to you called for Ryoumen again. He turned to him, moving to the stands and gesturing him to go down. His father was still a ways away, so you smiled at him as you grabbed the baby. "It's okay, I got him," you said as you carried him down the steps to where Ryoumen wasy.

"Thank you."

The child got there, jumping into Ryoumen's arms and giving him a hug, giggling in delight when he was swung around, not at all minding the confetti and sweat and dirt on Ryoumen's person. "Thank you for winning us another trophy," he said enthusiastically, bouncing happily in his arms. You noticed that the people around had paused to see the interaction. It was so adorable.

Ryoumen chuckled, his usually smooth baritone hoarse, most likely from all the yelling he'd been doing. "Thank you for coming to lend us your support. You know we do it all for you."

"Thank you!" He chirped, before looking once at you, then his father, then back to Ryoumen. "In that case, please can I have a souvenir? I'd like your boots, and the nice lady that was sitting next to me said she'd love your shirt, because you wore them to play today's game."

You had never felt heat spread to your face that first. You had a couple of snorts behind you, no doubt laughing at how the baby had exposed you so publicly unprovoked, because he was a baby and kids embarrassed you due to their natural lack of chill, as you simply stared, mouth opening and closing in your shocked speechlessness. You looked around, trying to garner support because you were for sure not ready for this, but it seemed everyone was pretending not to hear.

You turned back to look at the two in front of you, and for some reason - the skin on your face hitting record temperatures now - you found it very difficult to look anywhere around his face. You snorted, crossing your hands under your bust, and you noticed, just barely, the curl of his lips into that trademark smirk.

"Did she now? Well why didn't she ask me for my shirt herself?" His tone had taken on a mischievous drawl, and you weren't sure but you were pretty aware there was also something quite flirtatious in the undertones of that question.

"Because she was with me the whole time and I heard her say that she'd love your sweaty shirt so I thought I should ask."

"How the hell did he hear that through all the noise?" You grumbled under your death as the snickers around you got far louder than you would have liked. You were very shocked your skin hadn't melted off with how hard you were blushing now.

Ryoumen proceeded to put the baby back down, on the seats where all of you were, as he stood excitedly, watching him remove the boots, tying the laces together and placing them around his neck, making sure the laces were lying on his t-shirt so that it doesn't hurt his skin, and said baby ran back of to his father, squealing in sheer delight as everyone put their palms out for a high five from him.

"Holy shit he's actually doing it." The exclamation of disbelief had you all looking towards Ryoumen again, and you nearly collapsed backwards into the stadium chairs. He was removing his shirt, exposing smooth, sweat-slicked skin to you, muscles gracefully moving as he pulled the shirt over his head and crumpled it up, handing it to you, his smirk turning decidedly sharper, salacious, and it had your mind reeling.

"Careful, it's a bit sweaty," he drawled as he walked away, winking at you again, and you swallowed dryly, grabbing the jersey and dutifully booking it right the fuck out of there like a bat from hell.

Oh boy.

...

"You're a day late."

You were back in the office, having sent all the pictures you were to send the following morning after the game, as you packed frantically because you had a flight to catch back home and you had overslept due to your overindulgence. You got home and refused to get to the bureau on the day you said you would, still making sure to complete your work for the day so that your boss, main sports editor wouldn't chew you out too badly.

"You shrugged, lying straight through your teeth. "Sorry, kind of underestimated my jetlag. Was meant to take a small nap before coming in but I overslept way too badly, so I just decided to work from home."

You flipped some of your errant Senegalese twists over your shoulder, smiling at him sweetly. You saw a muscle in his jaw twitch.

"You're very lucky your World Cup write ups were very well done. Everyone seemed to love them, including the team themselves and our football governing body. The fans really related to it too, and thought your reporting could almost be said to be a little fannish, there was never a lapse of professionalism in your reporting, particularly in explaining great plays of the opposing teams. You really do deserve all the praise you get."

You beamed at him, your pride in your craft very visible in your huge smile, trying your best to beam positivity all over his office. You felt you had succeeded when you saw the left part of his lip twitch, and he threw his face in his hands, shoulders heaving as he chuckled.

"Anyway, we need you to do an interview for us," he said, somewhat seriously despite the happiness in his face. "As you know, there's rumours surrounding Sukuna's retirement from international duty, and the fact that he might be leaving to Western Asia to accumulate as much money as possible before his retirement, and how he feels about another tournament where he pushed his country's victory. It would be really nice if you scouted his agent and tried to get an interview done."

You were having a little bit of a hard time comprehending what you were hearing. Your boss wanted you to go interview Sukuna Ryoumen? Like about his future professional life? The one athlete who dodged journalists like a deadbeat dodged his parental responsibilities? His agent was absolutely lovely (it was his younger brother, Yuuji) but really, how were you expected to work miracles straight out of sky daddy's mythical books when you were just but a sports journalist? You were a damn good sports journalist, yet, but still, a sports journalist none the less.

"Uh," you started, not sure how to continue. "Well, that's gonna be kind of difficult you see."

Your boss' smile turned more fiendish as he leaned back in his chair, ankle resting on his knew as he took a sip of his tea that seemed to materialize from out of nowhere. "Never know until you try. Now, please go and prepare. Sukuna's little brother is waiting for you to get in touch with him. You have his email, I'm sure. Quickly before Sukuna changes his mind."

What was going on over here?!

...

You had been staring at this email for the past ten minutes because this response was way too fast.

You had procrastinated on getting in touch with Yuuji by a day. Luckily for him (and unluckily for you) you had a boss who was a little hard on your ass when you were slightly tardy, so he kept bothering you to send the email until you finally did, and Yuuji had responded, with a positive answer that his older brother Sukuna would absolutely love to have you interview with him, or have a talk, as he himself said.

He even gave you a day and time.

You couldn't help but feel like there was scheming afoot. You knew asking your boss about any of it was not going to yield any substantial information, so you just decided you were going to confront Sukuna about it in the interview. For now, you were going to trawl social media a little bit.

Except you walked into pandemonium.

Usually, you switched off your notifications, or else your phone would never have battery power and it would constantly be hot. SO for the sake of your phone and for your own peace of mind due to the distractions the notification sound made, you decided you'd know what was popping when you went into the websites.

So when you went in and saw your mentions and notifications were an entire jungle, your first instinct was to find out who was the cause. Naturally, you found out it was fucking Sukuna, and that really explained everything that had been going on in your professional life the past forty eight hours.

It had all started from his interactions with you during the final. It turned out everyone around you had an idea of who you were (you had appeared on many people's timelines, and you made it a point to respond with an emoji or meme of sorts) and it's like they were working with Sukuna in his roundabout, subliminal flirting with you.

There was also the clear tweet where he said he'd love to have you interview him, because he respected you a pretty good and professional journalist, tagging your handle which was the primary reasons your mentions looked like a warzone.

So that explained your boss and his scheming.

They had somehow managed to plan it all along. Your boss had reached out to Sukuna asking for an interview after the world cup, in that month or so break they would have before the next football season would start. He had probably agreed only on the condition that you would be the one to interview him, and nobody had told you even a peep about it.

You honestly had no idea how to feel about it.

So here you were, preparing what you would need to go with for the interview. You had opted to take the whole day out of the office, because Sukuna was being deliberately vague about how long he wanted this interview to take, so much so that eve, emails to Yuuji yielded nothing. Your boss was surprisingly acceptable with that arrangement. You made it a point to take a week's leave after this, since everyone was playing with you.

You looked absolutely cute today too, with a cute, flowy dress, ending just above your knees with three quarter sleeves and some tasteful cleavage, the dress hugging your figure lightly. A silk headband held back your senegalese twists, with your classic aviator sunglasses on your eyes, and you opted to go for some lipstick only as your sole make up for today. Your ankle, chunky heel boots completed the look. In your bag you had a notebook and pen and your voice recorder. The first part of your meeting would be in a restaurant for a light brunch then you'd end up in the stadium of his current club.

You requested a company car to take you to the stadium, and you told the chauffeur to just go back to the office, and you'd call them if you finished within working hours. If you weren't done by clock out you'd just use a cab on the company's account.

You were wondering whether you should give him a call as you got to the restaurant, but you heard a squeal, followed by an "oh my god please sign my shirt" and you immediately knew that he was the one, and he was here. You turned to the direction of the commotion, and there he was.

Your breath was stuck in your chest at how utterly breathtaking he was. He was always a physically attractive dude, but it was truly something else altogether seeing him not in uniform. He had a dress shirt, sky blue with the top four buttons untucked, his chest and the tattoos visible on them, similar to his face, neck and wrists, very much visible. His sleeves were rolled to just under his elbows, complimented by a pair of light grey khakis, hems folded, fitting almost perfectly on his equally muscular legs (he had never and would probably never forget leg day, as you joked in the office) and a pair of loafers, same colour as his pants.

It really was unfair to be this sinfully sexy. You were glad for your shades because the way you were shamelessly checking him out, almost drooling could be considered criminal.

He noticed you as you were still ogling, and you were pretty sure your underwear got a little damp when that smirk and confident walk was directed at you.

"Yuumi. Thank you so much for making it," he drawled, his voice travelling all over body and settling squarely in your crotch. "I'm very honoured to be interviewed by a journalist of your caliber." He opened his arms up for an embrace, and his cologne - definitely Tom Ford - flooded your senses as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lean, muscular form.

Oh dear.

...

This interview was shaping up to be a pretty polite vibe.

Both of you had opted to dine quite lightly for this brunch. You chose a mango smoothie with a ceasar salad (with extra chicken and croutons), while he had chosen a chicken sandwich and a green smoothie (with extra variety of veges and he was curious about the smoothie, he claimed) and you judged him a little for the olives, which he made a point of eating seperately.

"I wouldn't wish your mouth anywhere near my person after you've eaten those abominations," you told him, taking a sip of your delicious smoothie. He chuckled, the sound low, warm and masculine, his smirk and hooded eyes making everything between your navel and knees clench.

"Noted, sweetheart."

He offered to pay, though it was more of a polite demand than an offer, and you were more than happy to agree because of all the things he had put you through prior to this interview. He requested you walk with him to his home team stadium to finish up the interview, and you agreed to it immediately. You were curious about the stadium, always wanting to go there without all the crowds and all the hype and all the pandemonium that came with the games.

"So, are you finally retiring from international play?" You inquired politely after starting a new recording. You noticed him eye it, and you felt a little self-conscious, so you quickly put it back in your bag, as his fingerprint was read by the automatic door. It opened and he ushered you in, his large hand just ghosting over the small of your back. There was literally nobody in the place.

"Mm, I'm contemplating it. I've won everything possible with the team, but maybe I'll stay on a little, a couple of more years. There are some younger players coming in and they might need some guidance. Once they have things a little down then I'll leave. But I'll definitely be out by the next major competition, yes."

That was in about two and a half years, you noted, stopping to scribble it into your notebook. You then took a moment to look around at the stadium, just admire it. It really was a beautiful place, and you had to physically stop yourself from sitting on the grass. You managed a light glance from the corner of your eye, and you saw that he, like you, was just admiring the place.

"I really like coming to this place. There is something so serene about it when nobody is here. It grounds me, and it's such a great place to just calm my mind and get my thoughts, in order, you know?"

There was something serene and comforting about his deep voice. You found yourself smiling, letting your guard down around him and nodding in agreement, because he was right. You would definitely find a way of putting this feeling of being so comfortable around him in your article, because despite his resting bitch face and reputation of being a bit abrasive, he was actually a very chill dude to be around.

If he allowed it, that is. Sukuna, you had come to realise during the course of the interview, had very strong boundaries and he did not like it when people tended to cross them. That was partially why he had the reputation he did.

"You mind taking me to check out your locker rooms?" You asked him, hoping that he couldn't sniff out your more than thirsty thoughts.

It was slow and deliberate. You knew he'd heard your request, but you did not mess the slow curve of his lips into his wicked smirk. The energy between the two of you immediately shifted, and when he coolly removed his shades from his eyes and slid them over his forehead into his hair, you felt the tremble wrack your entire body in response. His sharp, crimson gaze was suddenly directed to you, and there was something deliciously dark in it. You swallowed, waiting for his response.

"How can I deny a request so politely asked?" His voice. You literally had to give yourself the order to walk in your head as you followed him, your gaze subconsciously going to his ass. You were almost drooling before you snapped your eyesight back to his back, but that tiny voice at the back of your mind kept asking you if you wanted to know how it would feel to grab it.

The locker rooms were absolutely not what you were expecting. They were large, spacious and with excellent lighting. You in particular liked the small windows at the top of the corridors that let out a monumental amount of natural light in, together then the beautifully lighted locker rooms themselves. You saw their lockers, larger even than some closets you'd seen, and the door that led to the showers.

"Wow. This is pretty cool," you said slowly, spinning around on the balls of your heels. "Writing a story in here would seriously bang."

"Mm," he hummed non-commitally. You paused, slightly on edge, preparing yourself for whatever he'd spring on you next, but the words that next left his mouth would never had not caught you unawares.

"I have a favour to ask of you, actually. I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. Let me."

You felt your brain break in that moment, kind of like when a glass tumbler lands on the ground and bounces first, before smashing into smithereens at second impact. Your throat immediately went dry, and instead of panicking your mind supplied you with something of his that would return moisture in your mouth at that moment. The fact that he was so casual about the question, as if he was asking you to pass him a seasoning, so confident in that fact that the chances of you agreeing to his proposition were way, way higher than not.

Of course, he wasn't wrong, but you had absolutely no intentions of making him know that, and neither did you have any intentions to make this too easy for him, so you managed to calm down for a split second to somewhat snark back.

"You know, I know you're that bitch when it comes to football, but what really makes you think I'd be that ready to fuck you?" You hated how your voice sounded a little breathier than you'd have liked, but you really enjoyed the slightly sarcastic bite of the words when they left your lips.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's be a little real here." You heard his voice behind you, amused, lightly condescending, like a predator that had cornered his prey and was taking his time savouring the fruits of his hunt. "I'm not going to deny the fact that I want you, and we both saw how you checked me out back during the game when I gave you my shirt, and earlier on today when we first met. Why do you think I asked for you specifically to conduct this interview? I knew you'd do an excellent write up, but I was also looking for a chance to be with you alone, so that I could have you in the ways I've been fantasising about for a while."

Well, you supposed you had been caught, but also some of the things he was saying was straight out of your wildest dreams. You clenched and unclenched your fists, giving yourself something to think about, allowing at least one coherent thought to generate.

"U - um, well, we're not the only ones here. What if we get caught?" You closed your eyes for a moment, pressing your thighs together and judging yourself viciously for how wet your panties were. A strong arm was suddenly around your waist as you were roughly pulled backwards, your back hitting a muscular chest with a slight gasp, another large hand on your thigh, the heat of his skin scorching against yours as he slid it up your leg, under your dress. You threw one hand behind you, grabbing his hair as your other hand tried to hold onto his wrist, your head inclining backwards onto his shoulder.

"Well, they'll just have to shut the fuck up and watch, now won't they?" he whispered in your ear as he ran his tongue over your neck.

You whimpered, trying desperately to come up with a response, but all you could manage was to grind your ass into his now rapidly hardening cock, and his long fingers had already moved your panties to the side, sliding them up and down your folds before he dipped his index finger in.

"Sukuna," you gasped, when he pulled out and slipped it back in again. His lips were against your neck, dragging his teeth over your skin as your walls squeezed his finger, before he paused for a moment and added a second one. That mini stretch felt so good, and you were actively losing your mind at this point because he was reaching places you never could.

He snarled in your ear, the sound lewd in its harshness. "If you're this fucking tight around my fingers, how damn good are you gonna feel around my cock?" His voice had gotten lower, huskier, rougher, and you found yourself fidgeting in his arms again. "You really have been looking forward to this, huh, baby girl? Been waiting for a chance to get me alone so that you can get a taste of my dick? How would your fraternity see you once they knew how much of a slut you are for me?"

Your eyes popped open, but all you could see was white. You tried to say something witty back, to quip an equally snarky response, but the slow and deliberate way he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, the messy sounds in your ears at his fingers deep in your pussy, the way his thumb was rubbing and pressing on your clit, the pressure that was slowly and surely building up at the pit of your stomach, the way you were grinding against his hand, desperate for the friction you would need to tip you over the edge of pleasure.

Just at that moment though, he stopped. He pulled his fingers out despite how much you struggled to keep him in, and you whined in protest, squirming as he turned you around on shaky legs, holding you against him to keep you steady as your hands instinctively went around his broad shoulders, and then he made you look at him in the eye as he raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked off every last drop of you, closing his eyes and humming in bliss. Your face, on the other hand, felt like it was about to burn off, so you dropped your gaze to his partially exposed chest.

"You really are a fiend," you murmured, your pussy still throbbing at your denied orgasm, walls stretching around nothing as you ran your hands over his form.

He chuckled, and your grip on his shirt tightened. "On your knees. Suck me off." Internally you were swooning, but you still managed to look at him, eyebrow raised.

"Please," he added, lightly brushing your cheek with his knuckles and you couldn't help an airy laugh. Well, he did ask politely after you reminded him of his manners, so you dropped to your knees, already unfastening his belt and pulling the waist band of his pants and his boxers down, and his dick nearly slapped you in the face.

For a moment, you just stared, blinking at it like you'd never seen a penis in your life. "Okay damn," you mumbled, genuinely awed. You heard at the back of your mind sounds like him chuckling a little bit, but you were too fascinated with his cock right in your face. It was, well, big. Thick, hard, with two prominet veins running unevenly over it and a red tip, already leaking terribly. You lifted your hand up, to his base, just where his neatly trimmed pubes were (that was something you'd tease him about later) and his skin there was softer than you'd have expected, hit against your palm.

You squeezed lightly, running your hand up and down the shaft experimentally, and you were pretty sure you felt it jump in your hand as he hissed above you, no doubt sensitive. You grinned. This was gonna be fun.

You never gave him chance to recover, because you leaned forward and immediately took his tip in your mouth. One of his hands immediately headed to your hair, grabbing your twists like a lifeline as you took a moment to get used to his taste - a slightly savoury, lightly heavy consistency - taking a deep breath out through your nose and hollowing your cheeks, flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock and running it a little over the vein you found there, and sinking your head down, until your hand, as far along as you could go.

"Holy fucking shit," he rasped above you. "How are you so good at this?! That feels amazing." You smiled, basking in the praise for a little, before shifting on your knees, trying to get your own arousal out of the way, before moving up and down again. Slowly you created a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down on his cock, feeling his tip somewhere in your throat, twirling your hand around every once in a while and doing the same with your tongue, drooling all over your hand and his balls. His own enticing grunts of pleasure above you were doing an excellent job of encouraging you.

You gripped his thigh, feeling them tense as you continued, before he pulled your head up , making you let go of him with a large pop. You pouted, despite the string of spit separating your mouth from him as you stood up again, his arm around you and your hands back on his chest. "I wasn't done yet."

You could have giggled at the look on his face, one of his more narrowed than the other and his mouth curved into something that was both impressed and irritated. "First time I'm fucking you and I'm not gonna cum down your throat. It's an efficient way to shut some of your snark up but the best way to do it is to full your little pussy so much you'll be having flashbacks at how tightly you squeezed around me in your debriefs next week."

It was your turn to be indignant this time, but you never even had a chance to express it before he flipped you around again, your back against his front and his thigh was in between your legs. While he was doing this he was lining his tip against your vulva and before you could ask where the hell your panties had gone he'd already started thrusting in, forcefully pushing the air out of your lungs with how unexpected it all was.

He thrust once into you and paused for a moment, but that moment was enough for you to utterly lose your mind. The pleasure-pain stretch, combines with how much he really filled you had you seeing stars, grabbing onto his arm and his hair for dear life. You were already gripping onto him like a vice, and his harsh breath out along your neck told you as much. He held you steady against him, pulling out, despite your walls' resistance then pushing back in when he got to his tip.

Soon, you not hear or sense anything else happening around you, only the feel of his cock pistoning in and out of you. You felt his large hands on your neck, and your eyes opened again, long fingers on your chin as he tilted your head down, to look at him essentially fuck you. "Look at how well you're taking me, doll. So warm, so wet, so tight. My pretty little cocksleeve, made only for me, so desperate for every last drop of my cum, wanting me to fill you completely and remembering this as the best interview you've ever conducted in your life."

For the first time in a while you were actually speechless, but that was partly because your orgasm was finally finally coming. All that filthy shit he was saying in your ear, combined with his his slow, deep and deliberate strokes, and the way his dick twitched inside you was enough to push you to the edge. Your grip tightening on his hand and in his hair as you threw your head back over your shoulder as you came with a quiet whimper of his name, your walls clamping down so hard on him you wondered how he's be able to pull out. He fucked you through your orgasm, losing his rhyth before he buried his mouth in your shoulder and bit, hard, having you gasping as his grip on you tightened. Oh there would be marks for sure, you just had to hope your skin tone could hide them.

You felt a warmth inside you as he came, fulfilling his promise of filling you to the brim with his cum. He paused for a moment, to give you both some time to regulate your breathing, before he pulled, and some of his nut spilled out to. You gasped again, simultaneously turned on and embarrassed. "You're taking me home, by the way. It's the least you could do after using my like your personal harem queen. Or else I'll slander you in my write up towards the end.

He chuckled, pulling you closer to him and placing a soft kiss where his teeth marks were. "Of course, darling. Just allow me to take you to dinner next week then give you the best backshots of your life."

Well, a good compromise, if you had to say so yourself. No more locker room shenanigans though.

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never yours ⋆ kong shiu

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, canon verse (flashback then before the events of hidden inventory arc), no actual smut but i guess suggestive (references to sex) so mdni

author’s note: this is heavily inspired by deja’s debt series!! and mandatory tag for my shiu sisters (even though deja has returned to choso😞) @maydayaisha & @shunsuist 🤞🏽💓

word count: 1k

As you stood in the alley with him, he had a smile on his face, eyes curled up into crescents as his cigarette was between his fingers.

“You have it tough right now, don’t you?” He said, softly. “So I’ll help you out, okay? I like to help people when I can.”

“But…” You began, a little dazed at the fact a seedy contractor was giving you a way out of a situation you saw with no happy ending. “How can I ever repay you, Shiu..?”

“That’s alright.” He snorted. “You just need to stay alive and be happy. That’s plenty enough of repayment for me.”

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"Now aren't you two lovebirds truly a sight to behold." A smooth, familiar voice belonging to none other than an irritated Toji Fushiguro, as he flopped onto the bar stool.

"Yup." You snorted as you slid your fingers to grip Shiu's dark tresses and he held your jaw over the counter, shaking each other to purposely make a show.

"Eesh." Toji snorted. "Feeling left out here, you know."

You slid him his regular order. He has a tab that's been going on since the dawn of time but Shiu tells you to cut him some slack.

"Don't worry, you'll have me all to yourself in a minute." Shiu responded wryly as he took a drag of his cigarette, then turned to you. "You want me to to stay til you close up?"

"I'm feeling flakey. Feel like closing when you and Fushiguro there wrap up business." You respond with a grin.

"Now, now. I got you this job as a favor. Can't be playing hooky when you feel like it, honey." He chuckled as you gave him the same look that made him fold dozen times before.

"I just wanna spend time with you...you know we barely see each other.." You said, voice saccharinely sweet as you looked up at him through your lashes.

He rolled his eyes. He hated the hold you had over him.

"Fine." He said, waving a hand as he began to head over towards the booth Toji was sat in.

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You let out a sigh.

He and Toji stepped out, then came a text saying he'd drop by at your place if he could but the chances were slim.

You couldn't even be mad. Shiu Kong belonged to a sleazy underworld that required all his attention.

If he was to slack for even a nanosecond all hell would break close and blow up in his face.

As you opened the front door and he stood there, dark eyes stormy.

He smelt powdery and floral like — another woman's perfume, and there was body glitter imprinted onto his white dress shirt, where his collar buttons were undone and tie was loose.

He and Toji most likely went to a strip club. Again, you didn't have a choice to be mad.

He was never yours. He never promised to be yours.

Then he suddenly lunged at you, in a swift movement he flipped you around to shut the front door and slammed your back against it as he captured your lips.

You groaned into his mouth at the impact of the force. This was nothing like the man you’d grown to know over the years. Always calm and collected.

However, at this very moment in time he was almost carnal like. Trying to yank his own clothes off after he had discarded the t-shirt.

He knew your apartment well, hell he was the one who got you a good deal on it. As he lifted you up with ease, you immediately wrapped your legs around his torso. Taking you away.

Soon enough, the peak washed over you, and your head thumped onto the pillow. Chest rising and falling.

“Who do you keep those condoms for?” He asked, sitting up in the bed as he lit up a cigarette.

“None of your business, and if you’re gonna smoke do it out the window.” You chastised as you nudged his side, covering your chest with the duvet.

He simply nodded and raised his eyebrows to signal that he understood and clambered out of bed.

“I don’t think anybody would be able to tell you have quite a toned physique under those suits. Or well, when you’re next to Fushiguro.” You giggled.

“I am not with him that often.” He snorted.

“Yeah right. You two are practically attached at the hip.” You shot.

“He’s jealous of you, you’re jealous of him. I promise there’s more than enough of me to go around.” He chuckled. Once he finished, he headed out of the room.

“Where are you going?”

“Coulda sworn I saw an ashtray on the countertop.” He replied, nonchalantly.

You remember buying it when he dropped by when you were settling in, smiling to yourself at the memory.

He’s always been a guardian angel to you of some sorts.

Soon enough, he returned and lounged beside you in the bed. Silence fell over the both of you.

"You wouldn't believe me." He began.

"It’s fine. As I'm speaking it sounds like crap. I went there with Fushiguro cos the bosses like those places. Never been a huge fan of them, really. You see a few hot things here and there but. Whatever. Maybe it's my age. But all I could do was feel like a wallowing asshole."

"It's okay, Shiu.." You sighed. "We're...just-"

We're not acquaintances. We're not friends. We're not lovers. Are we co-workers? He got me that job, is he a contractor to me like he is with the others?

"Let me change that." He cut you off, dragging you out of your thoughts.

"Huh?"

“I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t have feelings for you, honey.” He said, plainly as he looked into your eyes. “We’re an odd pairing. But I adore you.”

“Give me a chance…” He said, taking your hand and dragging a thumb over your wrist.

“You not gonna use those negotiation skills, Mister? Because this is pretty weak reasoning.” You chuckled, wanting to pressure him.

“Oh c’mon honey.” He grinned, engulfing you into his arms. “I know you can’t resist me.” He said, beginning to nibble at your neck which made you squirm and giggle but he held you into place.

“Alright, alright!”

author’s note: man this is so sloppy, not the biggest fan but i did say i was gonna write for his ass in april saur. am i a bird for makin the reader forgive him, maybe. chirp 😹

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