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art donaldson x reader
âI didnât think it was a big deal at first- but then I was sort of on him like-â You try to mimic the position with your hands as demonstration but Art looked like he had no clue what you were talking about.Â
Without thinking- or without really caring about the consequences, you huff like youâre exasperated with trying to explain yourself, and instead climb up on his bed, and then onto his stomach.Â
You donât know how you manage to keep up with the ditsy act as you straddle your friend like itâs the most normal thing in the world. Art wonders the same thing as he slid his hands under your skirt and rested them on your hips to âstabilizeâ you.Â
âThen what did you do?â
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sugar daddy nanami kento x black hyperfem reader
warnings: brat tamer nami, super duper big arms actually, spoiled reader, heâs a bit mean, heâs such a man omg, public sex, squirting, creampie, you'll almost get caught, mirror sex
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âExcuse me, Sir? Is this seat taken?â
A sweet voice interrupts Nanamiâs focus on the book in his lap, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The train's movements cause his body to sway slightly. He holds in a breath, really not in the mood to speak, but he's a gentleman. So, he looks up anyway.
He doesn't feel disappointed, actually the opposite. He's never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Your brown skin is smooth and clear, and your lips are glossed and full, with a slight pout. The makeup you put on was such a compliment to your face that it made you look like.. a doll. With eyes that made him seem like your salvation, you stared down at him.
Where did you come from?
âIâm sorry to bother you! Itâs just- Iâve been trying to find a seat for a few minutes, and my feet are starting to really hurt. God, I shouldâve never worn heels.â
Youâre talking to him. He quickly comes to the realization that staring at your moving lips would make him appear creepy. Your voice was a little.. distracting. He clears his throat as he catches his lips quip up in amusement,
âItâs not taken. Please, sit.â You're walking towards the seat near the window, following his hips as they adjust to allow you to pass in front of him. Your clothes were... to say it bluntly, provocative. Your skirt was pink. He found that cute. But it was short, way too short to be worn out in public.
As you leaned down to prevent hitting the overhead storage area, his eyes caught the fat brown pussy lips poking out from the sides of your panties. Who the fuck let you go out like that?
You were wearing a strapless top that was also pink. The word 'BRAT,' which was printed in a bold white color, caught his attention. Hm, is that so?
You sit down, and now the blond man is hyper-fixating on your plush thighs pressing next to his. Heâs interrupted by your sweet voice again, âThank you, Sir. Youâre too kind!â
He attempts to offer a smile, but he observes that your face is already buried in your phone, and your medium-length French tip nails echo a tapping sound. Well, now that wonât do. He wants your eyes on him again, your attention on him again. So he decides to speak,
âYou headed somewhere important?â He acknowledges that this isn't the most ideal thing to ask a beautiful lady, especially during a train ride. His thoughts were running wild, and he was desperately trying to come up with something to say to you. He hopes you don't overthink it, but you look like the ditzy type.
You stop your typing and look up with your mind in thought, âHmm, not really,â Your eyes turn to him and his cock twitches.
âIâm just going to meet up with some friends at the mall. The amount of walking Iâm about to do is going to kill me but I canât really do nothing since my carâs in the shop.â
âYeah? Whyâs that?â
Nanami observes that you have no filter or awareness that you may be talking too much. Either that, or you're so self-confident that you don't care. Regardless of what it is, he discovers that it is something he enjoys. He has the opportunity to ask more questions and hear your voice in his ears for just a moment longer.
You sit up straight, and now... Your body is facing him. And now he can see the nipple piercings that are pressing through your top. Nanami grits his teeth and forces his eyes to look at your wide ones.
Were you doing this on purpose? You have to be, but when he looks into your eyes, he finds no evidence of any alternate motives. That, or you were good at being coy.
âWell, somebody crashed into it when it was parked. And it was so bad, there was a weird creaking sound every time I drove! So now itâs in the shop, and itâs staying there.â Youâre pouting again. And Nanami finds that he doesnât like that hopeless look on your face. He has a burning desire to fix it, to alleviate any problems you're facing.
His voice grows soft and tender as he gazes into you, âItâs staying there?â
âI havenât paid for the fix yet. So, the mechanic guy wonât give it tâme.â You shift in your seat. As you browse through your photos, he watches as you click on a picture of a pink Mercedes with its rear end completely broken. The color didn't catch him by surprise; in fact, he was more amused than anything.
âI see. Is there a reason you havenât paid yet?â
Your brows furrow, and your head drops slightly as a sign of embarrassment. He thinks you're so cute. Nanami wonders if you have a job. You donât look like the type to raise your perfectly manicured nails, and if you were his, he would never let you.
âWell... Iâm in between jobs right now. My daddy wonât lend me any more money, and he told me yesterday, âYou spend too much, and I canât keep paying for your expensive shit.ââ
Your bubbly, soft tone gets higher in pitch as you try to imitate your father's voice. You pivot and grasp Nanami's massive bicep through his blue dress shirt with your fingers. You notice a slight flush of your cheeks as you shift your eyes to where you grabbed it. He's so big that both your hands can barely wrap around the entirety of it.
Your eyes look up at him, âAnd yâknow I get it! But ever since he got his new girlfriend, sheâs been telling him these things. He never felt this way before!â
Your hand is covered by his, his veiny and large hand. You seemed really shaken up by this, and he canât stand it. Someone as beautiful and perfect as you should not have to suffer like that. He wants to make your life easier; he wants you not to be bothered by such trivial matters.
As one hand raises your chin, his finger softly moves back and forth. His warmth makes the hairs on your skin prickle. âIâm very sorry about that, sweetheart. Would paying for your fix make you feel better? I can get a car to take you to your friends as well.â
You gasp and immediately shake your head, âOh no, sir! I couldnât ask you to do that. I-I mean, youâre a strang-â
âKento, my name is Kento. And donât be silly. I have more than enough to spend.â
âBut-â
âNo buts, sweetheart. I just met you, but I donât like seeing a frown on that pretty face. Let me take care of your troubles the best I can.â
That day, you left the train with his number, and he left with your name. His generosity didn't end there. Kento started paying for a lot of your stuff, and eventually, he sent you money every day, making it such a habit that he just gave you one of his black cards. He would only ask for your company as compensation. There's nothing sexual about this, in fact.
Kento would go above and beyond to spend time with you, even leaving his job in the middle of the day to care for you. During your shopping sprees, he would hold your bags while you ramble about your week as you walked into another store. When you came to him crying about your dad's girlfriend not giving you a break, he decided to buy you your own apartment. It goes without saying that he pays for both your rent and all of your utilities. He would take you out for dinner and treat you to the finest high-end places because he knows that's what you deserve. The finest, and only the finest.
Nanami takes pride in the amount of self-control he has. Almost nothing gets under his skin.. but you. You and the short skirts you wear. You and your tight outfits. You and the way you bend down in front of him, exposing your pink lace panties. He tries to keep his eyes away, but he sometimes feels as if you're doing this on purpose. You must be.
And the truth is, you were. Nanami was the most attractive man you ever had the pleasure of seeing. Not only that, but his company has become something you've come to love. Ever since you met him on that crowded train, you've had lewd thoughts about him. Thoughts of him feigning a sex attack, thoughts of him bending you over and drilling his cock into you. You wanted him so badly, but he refused to do anything with you. It was making you crazy.
But you didn't know how to directly say that you want him to fuck your brains out. You opted for giving him hints, bending over in front of him, brushing against his thighs. Once, you managed to sit on his lap while he cooked you dinner at his home. He never moved, never did anything except keep his hands on your hips. That was enough to make you wet.
On a Tuesday afternoon at Japan's biggest mall, Nanami reached his limit. Your mini white heels were clacking on the tile floor as you entered the Victoria's Secret store, looking for the newest Valentine's Day set. This isn't his first time going shopping with you for lingerie, so he's not bothered in the slightest. Picking up the set and asking him to judge how it looks on you is what surprises him. You've never done that before.
âPlease Nami, I have a date tomorrow and Iâm hoping I can show him!â
A date? What the fuck do you have a date for?
The situation confuses Nanami. Antsy. Annoyed. He has a sense of jealousy. He can tell. You were his. Only his. You don't need a sluggish, limp-dick man who probably couldn't find your g-spot spot. You needed a man. You needed him. What advantage does your date have over him? What can your date do that he doesn't currently do for you? Are you insane?
He is unaware that you don't actually have a date. You were lying and trying to get him to react once more. You are the epitome of a brat. Kento doesnât like brats. He breaks them.
You flick your pretty eyelashes at the 6'4 man who stares down at you with an unamused expression on his face. Youâre pouting again, and Nanami really hates that he says yes to you. When you look at him like that, he can't say no. It's so hard to say no, but he's tired. Tired of the way you rile him up, he's sure that you're just hoping for a reaction from him. He has to put an end to this.
â..Lead the way, sweetheart.â
You're too occupied with other sets to notice that his voice becomes deeper when he speaks.
Nanami doesn't go into the dressing room with you. He planned to wait on the small, bright pink benches outside. Your angelic voice called out to him to help you with the zipper on a corset, ruining his plan. He loves helping you. It actually makes his day when he makes yours easier in any way. So, he agrees.
His breath hitsched when he pulls back the curtain. Oh fuck. You were... In red panties, the stockings lie softly on your thighs. While staring in the mirror, your brown skin is visible to him, and the corset is loosely hanging off your shoulders. You are a sight to beholdâa sight of beauty, delight, and sweetness.
He creeps up on you slowly as though he doesn't want to frighten you. The moment he pulls both ends of the top together, you release a cute gasp. The zipper's faint sound as it rises makes you shiver when his hands brush against you. Once he's finished, his hands rest on your waist, your warmth radiating onto him. His voice, grave and breathless, causes you to catch your breath when he speaks,
âThis is what yâre wearing? For your.. date?â
You hum and turn your body side to side to look at how the set fits on you.
âUhuh! Yâthink heâll like it?â He tilts his head and observes your ass moving slightly with every move you make.
âHm. What reaction do you suppose youâll get out him?â
His fingertips can be felt on the panty line as he plays with it and pulls the band. You leap when it snaps itself back to your skin. His other hand is reaching in front of you and grazing your pussy
âSomething like this?â The lace that clings to your pussy is grasped by his big hand, and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sight of it. Youâre dripping. It wasn't your stupid date that caused this, it was all because of him. You succumb to his grip, and, of course, he steadies you.
âK-Ken?â Your voice squeaks out.
He pays no attention to you and only looks at the slick on his fingers when he moves away from your cunt. You're seeing all this through the mirror, watching his every move. Despite having dreamed about this moment every night, you still feel a little nervous. His expression in the mirror seems... upset.
âYâknow, sweetheart, I am tired.â His hands slowly take the panties off of you, allowing them to fall to your heels on the floor.
âTired of how you tease me.â
He spreads your folds out from under you, letting the moisture drip all over his palm as he slides up and down. He groans when you emit the most adorable moan right next to his ear. God, you were so precious. He wanted you all to himself.
He scoffs, âA date. The hell do you need a date for? Yâneed someone to fuck you, is that it? Someone to teach you some manners?â He slid his two thick fingers into your wet mound, scolding you when you let out a dirty mewl.
âQuiet sweetheart, bad girls donât get to make a sound.â
He pushes them in deeper, immediately finding your spongy, and presses into it repeatedly. You tremble in his arms, pressing your hands to muffle your moans.
He murmurs to you, battling against the squelching noise your pussy is making. Your knees are buckling, but there's another hand pressing on your stomach to keep you upright and amplify the pressure you're feeling in your stomach. âI treat you so good. I buy you whatever you want, I make sure youâre always eating good. And yet you still insist on being a brat.â
He seethes in your ear, watching your pretty eyes roll back in the mirror. Kento feels that your loudness is causing you to forget you're in public. At this point, he doesn't care much. Throughout all of this, Kento is pulling down his zipper, freeing his hard dick from his boxers.
âItâs okay, baby, Iâm gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard you forget all about that stupid date.â He stops finger-fucking you and leaves your sopping cunt suddenly, causing you to whimper at the loss.
Without warning, he plunges his fat cock deep into you and immediately presses his hand on your mouth to stop you from screaming. Your body falls back against him, leaving you drooling against his palm. It was too much, but you loved it. Had you known it would result in this, you would have done this a long time ago. Your body felt stuffed as he sucked his length in and out of you, observing how your pussy creams every time it disappeared inside.
Kento thinks you're perfect. Every aspect of your being is perfect. The way you squeezed around him almost made him forget that this was your punishment. Shit, you felt so good that he doesn't even want to carry on with the punishment anymore.
âThere you go, sweetheart. Shh, just take it.â
You whine against his palm, your eyes barely open as this man is practically splitting you in half. You were both pouring your juices onto the floor, creating a small puddle below you. âFuck. Such a messy girl.â
Your haze and pleasure make it impossible for you to hear footsteps coming near you and Kento. But he did, and he figures... It's a good idea to torment you a bit. So he speeds up his pace, letting the music drown out the light papping sound his thrusts and balls are making on your clit. If it's even possible.
âMiss? Is everything alright? Dâyou need any help?â
Your surprise is evident when your mind recognizes the voice of one of the employees. Fuck. No.
Nanami whispers into your ear, low enough for only you to hear, âBetter answer her, sweet girl. Wouldnât want her to suspect anything, hm?â
Heâs so mean. Speaking is not an option when he's drilling into you like a madman. Fuck, could the poor lady even hear the noise? You're shaking, and you really can't help the yelp you let out every time his cock gets buried so deep inside of you. You rapidly nod against his hand, desperately attempting to do anything for him to keep fucking you like this. His hand slowly descends from your lips and grasps your covered tits in the corset, never once halting his pace inside you.
âMiss?â She speaks again, and you answer quickly so she can leave,
âI-Iâm okay! Still- Ah! t-trying the s-set on.â
Nanami thinks youâre so cute as you try to keep your voice steady, chuckling to himself when you moan out in between your words. He thinks it's unfortunate when you're forced to speak again due to the lady's persistent pestering.
â..Are you sure? You donât sound-â
âYes! E-Everythingâs f-fine, Iâll be r-right out!â You cut her off, your mind still reeling from the strong blows that Nanami never ceases to give you.
You faintly hear her muttering an 'Okay' before her heels recede into the crowded store. In all honesty, you believe you're starting to hear colors now. He was fucking you so good, and when you feel that familiar fire pit burning in your lower abdomen, you know what's coming. Or, in this case, whoâs coming. You.
Nanami knows it, too, because your cunt just squeezed twice as hard on him. Itâs practically pulsing open and close. Youâre trying to fucking milk him.
âGood job, sweetheart. Yâgonna be my good girl from now on?â His hand doesn't even bother to cover your mouth anymore. Instead, his fingers reach down to your pulsating clit and start rubbing in tight circles. You forcefully bite your lip to prevent screaming out, savoring the metallic taste of blood on your tongue.
Nanami knows that if you let go of your lips right now, you're going to attract attention. He doesn't want that type of distraction at the moment, so he's not too upset about your quick nod as a response. He doesn't even think you know what he's saying, too drunk from the sensation of his cock to think about anything else other than that. Even so, you're saying yes. You, indeed, are perfect.
âThink you deserve to cum? I think you do, you were so good earlier talking to that lady. So cum, sweetheart. Make a mess fâme, yeah?â
That you definitely heard. It seems your pussy did, too, because she doesn't hesitate to squirt all over the floor. The mirror was being sprayed with your overflowing juices. Throughout it all, he was intensely watching you through the mirror, observing the face you make when you cum. It was so beautiful. The way your brows scrunch, and your eyes roll back, almost into your skull. The sight was enough for him to conceal his groans in your silk press, cumming so deeply inside of you that you thought it reached your womb.
Heavy breathing was all that could be heard under the faint music buzzing through the speakers. As Nanami slips out of you, you let out a whimper and gaze into the now-wet mirror, watching as he crouches down to where both he and your fluids are dripping out of you. You hear him mutter a curse under his breath, shivering when he runs his finger through your slightly gaping cum stuffed hole.
He lifts his finger, slipping it into his mouth to taste the aftermath of your.. lovemaking. He can detect some of your juices and his own. He only utters one word when he releases his finger with a pop,
âSweet.â
He rises, gathers your clothes, and pockets the panties you wore when you initially came into the store. He believes that letting you confront people with his cum dripping down your thighs is an appropriate punishment. He pauses when he recalls something, âThat date of yours tomorrow? Cancel it.â
Oh right! You didn't let him know that there wasn't a date.
âKento?â
âYes, sweetheart?â
ââŚI lied about having a date.â
Nanami freezes. His hands hold your skirt by your knees, and his eyes immediately catch yours in the mirror. He chuckles and shakes his head in astonishment when he realizes that this was your plan all along.
Despite not saying much, he whispers in a raspy voice,
âBrat.â
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The amount of times this has happened is funny
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Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)
If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable đĽş
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đđ an: hope u like this, my dear reader! because i actually dont really like how it turned out but it is what it is :(( read more about cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader here!!
cool boyfriend sukuna doesnât give a single shit about what everyone thinks of him and his pretty loser girlfriend.
he found himself falling in love with your weird antics, your sweet and quiet personality, your ability to drive him wild with just one lovesick look and a few honeyed words â and nothing could stop him from doing that because he accepted your love for him too.
so he was ready to prove to you that the stigma around him being this ice-cold and ignorant prick(well, that was true actually) was just something that people around him got used to. to his coldness, his violent tendencies, his boldness and ignorance.
but you still accepted him with open arms and didnât care about anything like that, only focusing on the side of him that he showed. a little softer around the edges, a little bit less poisonous, a little more loving and accepting. just for you, though.
uraume once asked him before one of his games, after noticing sukunaâs gaze trained on the entrance of the arena, âwhoâs she?â
they both watched you walk into the court with a slightly anxious expression as you observed your surroundings curiously before you tripped over something laying on the floor, stumbling forward a little bit before you looked up to see if anyone noticed your little incident.
your eyes met with sukunaâs amused ones you gave him a sheepish smile and an awkward wave, quickly taking your place on the bleachers. he only grinned in response, saluting to you lazily before returning to his warm-ups, ignoring the way uraumeâs eyes showed a little bit of curiosity in the whole situation.
âso?â they nudged, referring to their previous question.
âsheâs the best part of my day.â
uraume was silent after that, just taking in the new side of their old friend.
because coming from sukuna, things like that sound very unnatural and insincere. but the way he said that; the confidence in his voice mixed with his softened features as he was clearly busy thinking about you and only youâ he clearly meant what he said and it was something new.
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on this Motherâs Day, Iâd like to wish all the wives of Nanami Kento a very sincere âgood luckâ.
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contents. sukuna attempting (key word attempting) to hold his child. tooth rotting fluff <3
other. mentions of having a child. mentions of being a mother. sukuna being soft for his child. mentions of mama/dada big thank you to @ssaeth for helping me out with the banner!
Ryomen Sukuna doesn't know jack shit about taking care of a baby.
Of course, he always says he does but you know he's lying to preserve his fragile pride.
Like right now, as he stares at you with a dead look in his eyes as he holds the wailing baby like a piece of trash.
"Why is it crying."
"Oh, I don't know, probably because you're holding our child wrong?!"
"Thats what a human child looks like!"
You glare at Sukuna, resisting the urge to stand up and snatch the baby away from his careless grip.
"Yes, its our chil-"
"Huh. Its ugliness is most likely inherited from you."
Rendered speechless at that (partially) unexpected reply, you blink as Sukuna hoists the baby up, frowning as he meets his child's eyes.
"...Da..."
"What. Spit out already."
Shaking the child, as if it was nothing more than a toy, he continued to scowl as his child giggled, holding onto his finger with one small hand.
"Dada!"
You choked on your spit, jealousy flaring up in your veins as you stare, confused at the giggling baby.
That was their first word?!
What about mama?!
"...yeah."
You pause, watching Sukuna's face and his face softened with a smile as he adjusts his grip on his child.
They now lay cradled in his huge arms, soft coo escaping their lips as one of their pudgy hands bonk Sukuna's nose and utter one more, 'dada!'
"yeah, thats me."
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au thoughts,,,
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â LACTATION KINK ft. Sukuna, Toji, Satoru
đ ŕŁŞË Ö´ÖśÖ¸đ cw. f!reader, praising, nipple play, hand jobs ( s.g ), unprotected sex ( t.f ), reader is pregnant, mentions of breeding.
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âwho could have thought the brat growing inside you came with perksâ is what Sukuna mumbles, a lazy smile spreading through his lips as he leans down once again, fervently suckling on your swollen nipples and greedily swallowing the milk thatâs supposedly for your unborn baby.
the first time Sukuna noticed the damp spot in your shirt, he didnât even give you a moment to think before heâs carrying and dropping you in bed, hands eagerly ripping open the fabric, âwhat is that?â
you sigh, rubbing your forehead, âiâm lactating, Sukunaâ
and he is not a stupid man in the slightest, but he never expected the sight of your pretty nipples, all swollen and dribbling white-ish, creamy drops of milk could have his cock twitching so fast.
heâs not giving you a break after that, âtell your pretty tits to stop being so shyâ Sukuna murmurs hoarsely, pinching on your nipples for the flow of milk to continue. youâre probably sucked dry at this point, his tongue lazily wrapping around the bud before sucking again, cozily laying between your thighs. the pink haired is so greedy, wishing to have you all for himself, âmmm, thatâs perfect, good girlâ his voice comes as a groan once the sweetness of your milk comes to coat his taste buds.
âweâre having more babies after this one.â he promises with hooded eyes that barely flick up to meet yours before diving in again.
âtoo heavy, babydoll?â Toji almost purrs, weighing your soft and swollen tits on the palm of his hand, he knows it hurts, stretching every couple days to get plump and full of milk, but your lover is more than ready to provide the relief you so desperately crave.
you can only whimper and nod, making Tojiâs smirk widen âaw, I know, baby, I know, i got youâ he coos now, gently massaging your sore tits, pressing the calloused tip of his thumb under the soft skin and sliding up, easing the tension before leaning down to suckle on the bud, a loud groan rumbling on your skin at the taste, his hips unconscious bucking down into your heat, âyou look so gorgeous, all full of milk and my cockâ
your sore body is just too sensitive you canât help and continuously cream Tojiâs cock, the prominent, pulsing vein rubbing against your g-spot mixed with the sensation of his lips on your nipples and hands caressing the swollen flesh drives you mad, âdonât s-stopâ you barely croak, thighs shaking and laying flat with your loverâs body towering above yours.
he groans, âno need to tell me twiceâ and heâs sucking and lapping again, much similar to what heâd do with your clit, drinking in your taste and creamy milk on his tongue, each suck forcing his hips to move faster, pistoning into your cunt, you turn him on so much itâs kinda embarrassing how quick Toji desperately needs to cum and breed you a bit more, âfuck, baby...â a murmur laced with a groan, âneed to keep you full for the rest of your lifeâ
howâs my baby?
and you know heâs not speaking about the baby, but you.
sore :(
you text back, and thatâs all he needs to flee from his job, because to Satoru there is not a better way to end his day then laying in the soft, plush and warm mattress of your shared bed. the window is slightly open, letting in a gentle breeze that swirls the curtain around, youâre sitting on his lap, his hands on your tits, mouth on your nipples and your hand stroking his cock.
Satoru is too eager, almost as if heâs making out with your nipples, cupping both tits in his large hands and switching between them, sucking on one while the other gets pinched by his fingers, âwhy do you taste so fuckinâ good?â itâs not really a question, or at least he doesnât care, every single second away from your sweet milk is like torture, âcanât get enough of these gorgeous tits of yours, fuck...! itâs so sweetâ he constantly rambles, barely audible through the sound of his slurping and the squelch of your hand on his cock, drooling so much precum it feels like heâll cum on the spot.
and youâre gushing too much slick too, lazily humping on Satoruâs thigh, but donât worry, heâll fuck you nice and good, perhaps you can ride his cock and make your tits jiggle right on his face.
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AHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS
RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 18)
(Drew Starkey one-shot)
Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways
Setting: Christmas Morning
Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
PART SEVENTEEN
Drew didnât want to let go of Isobel, and he meant that in so many ways. When he was fourteen he laid eyes on her for the first time, and hadnât expected to like her as much as he didâhis entire family liked her. She was so shy with them all in the beginning, but he still managed to be enamored by the fraction of her she presented to his family within those first few weeks of them meeting. He knew she was special and it was easy for him to want to treat her as such because in his head doing that meant she would stick around, it meant she would open up around them.
When college came around they ended up at the same university, so he never had to consider parting ways with her in that regard, it was when she began dating Grayson that he experienced what it felt like for her to be slipping away from him. He didnât register the feelings as jealousy, no it was more like a discomfort he felt about her being in a relationship. A discomfort that he chalked up as him being protective because that is what made sense to him at the time. He couldnât stop her from dating, so he learned to live with itâlearned how to share Isobel with another man who didnât deserve herâuntil they broke up three years into their relationship. And though she returned to him heartbroken and not quite the same happy girl she was before heâll always remember the relief he felt.
The last two years of college he spent probably annoying Isobel beyond lengths but thatâs how he got his fix. He enjoyed walking her to class when he could, no matter how brief, it was always enough for him to see her face and hear her sweet voice. When weekends came he invited her to his parties because it was an excuse to have her around without having to worry about her wellbeing somewhere else. And at those parties he couldnât help but give most if not all of his attention to her when he wasnât entertaining some random girl. How could he not when she was in the same room as him, it was close to impossible for him to ignore Isobelâs presence.
Drew had been with so many women in his life, and never once had he felt that pull he did with Isobel after simply realizing he could be attracted to her. After years of knowing each other heâd kissed her once and had been overcome with the need to have her to all to himself. Heâd always felt this way but having her in such an intimate way made it so much clearer. Being with Isobel created a fear within Drew because although he felt for her in the capacity that he did, it didnât mean she felt the same way for him.
And just because Drew had fallen in love with Isobel didnât mean she would ever fall in love with him.
Isobel let him hold her in his arms after he told her he loved her, she rolled over and hid her face in his chest instead of running away from his confession. He felt whole with her in his embrace, the way she relaxed with him made him feel like she would never leave him, so it scared him when he had to slip away to the bathroom to clean up and discard the condom. The mere thought of the bed being empty when he returned making him linger in the bathroom a little longer just to brace himself.
He eventually couldnât help but go back to her, holding his breath as he approached his bed, and when he saw her body still resting there on his side of it, he exhaled.
âYou took my spot, Izzy Bear.â Drew stated with a smile as he slipped himself under her body, and he melted when her soft hand ran up his stomach so she could wrap an arm around his torso.
She looked so adorable under him, her long hair framing her face, her soft skin bare, and her brown eyes warm with unspoken emotion that made his grip on her hip tighten, âYour spot was warmer than mine.â
He could only smile in response as their eyes remained locked, it felt completely different than before and they both knew it was because what had just transpired between them. Isobel hadnât expected having sex with Drew to leave her feeling so needy. She hadnât thought about what it would be like after, and now she was feeling so many confusing emotions all at once. She felt scared of his feelingsâof her ownâbut she didnât want to leave him. Isobel had already done that, and it only hurt them both. So she clung to him and silently thought of everything that had happened tonight. The unnecessary fighting followed by intense sex followed by his confession.
âYou love me?â Isobel whispered with her lips moving against the arm her cheek was lying on, and she couldnât ignore the twinge of hopefulness that was buried deep in her tone. Only someone who desperately wanted to hear the emotion could distinguish it beyond all of her layers she put forth, but she had a feeling her body knew Drew was exactly thatâdesperate for a part of her no matter how minuscule. She wanted to look away before he answered her, not in fear of him not saying yes, but the fear of simply looking him in the eyes as he answered her.
âYes.â
Her face immediately heated at the short response that despite its conciseness had her heart pounding inside her chest, and despite her internal transgressions her eyes couldnât help but find his blue ones. It was unbelievable how one or three words could mean so muchâcould make her feel so much. Sheâd once felt this way before with someone else, sheâd also ran away from this feeling, but it still managed to find her and still knocked the breath out of her. She knew her cheeks were red when he swept his thumb across the warm skin of her face, âWhen did you realize it?â
It was like Isobel was in front of a mesmerizing flame she shouldnât touch, but couldnât help but stick her fingers through. Although, the closer she got to him, to the heat, the fire wasnât so scary anymoreâlike it wasnât even really a fire to begin with.
âIsobel, I think I have always loved you.â Drew settled on an answer after thinking it over. He didnât want to overwhelm her, but it also felt impossible for him to keep what he was thinking to himself. It was like when she gave herself to him he couldnât hold in his feelings for her any longer.
And If he was being honest he couldnât remember not loving Isobel. The time from when they were only family friends to when they hooked up for the first time felt like one convoluted memory of Drew falling for her without knowing it.
Isobel had no idea what to think, someone had fallen in love with her and heâd done it so easilyâso effortlessly. And it melted all of her resolve considering the fact that heâd told her on a holiday she held so close to her heart. She was going to remember his devotion to her every Christmas thereafter.
âI donât what to say, Drew.â She shyly admitted, now looking away from his gaze. He just sounded so sure from the first âI love youâ as he dropped down on the mattress beside her when he rolled off of her, and it was his certitude along with his admission that stole the air from her chest.
She didnât want to hurt him because of her own reservations, but she also hadnât come to terms with her own feelings for Drew like he had for her. The last thing she wanted to do was compare what she had with him to her past relationship but her trauma made it hard to distinguish the two. Though, Isobel knew better because the way Drew made her feel wasnât comparable to the man she had before. Even the way he told her he loved her was different, there was no flood of expectancyâhe just wanted her know but still she couldnât help but wonder if her silence was disappointing him.
Because despite all of her fears, something that remained consistent for Isobel was that she believed his word.
âI donât need you to know what to say, Isobel, Iâm sorry I couldnât help it.â Drew swallowed, wanting to do everything he could not to scare her anymore than he already had.
Isobelâs heart melted at his words, he was being so vulnerable and honest and it only made her want to tuck herself further into his arms, âYou donât have to apologize, Bear.â
He looked so handsome staring down at her with that same glimmer she always saw in his blue eyes, but now she knew exactly what he was feeling behind them. She couldnât help herself as she leaned up to press their lips together in a gentle kiss, hoping it conveyed everything she couldnât say because though she couldnât articulate her feelings for Drew, it didnât mean she didnât feel anything at all.
â¨They kissed slowly like time was infinite for them, reveling in the feeling of their lips against each other, and each slow peck eased her nerves. She felt how intentional he was with his kisses like her mouth was made for his own, like heâd found something heâd been always looking for, while Isobel just tightly held on.
Never did she think sheâd be in Drewâs bed as he sensually kissed her lips after telling her he loved her on the early hours of Christmas morning. It was unimaginable at one point, but in the moment it made perfect sense. The feeling of his wet lips, the warmth from his body against her own, and the idea of Drew falling in love with herâfor the most part.
Isobel suddenly pulled away and looked into his eyes, looking for the answers to the questions she was afraid to ask, the questions she thought may make her look weak in his head. She hated letting her insecurities show, but they would only continue to haunt her if she kept letting them choke her until she was rendered silent. It was easy for Isobel not to be a burden to her friends and family, but what she hadnât realized was just how silent it made her that she became sort of nonexistent.
And for once she didnât want to feel that way with Drew.
âYou wonât get tired of me?â She quietly asked, forcing herself to keep their eyes connected as she waited for him to speak. Isobel could confidently say that was one of her biggest fears, someone getting tired of you loving them because sheâd experienced it first hand. And though it came out like a question, it was more of a plea.
Drewâs eyebrows creased at her question. Not only because the possibility could cross her mind, but at how raw and vulnerable her voice sounded as he listened to her. It was crazy how you could spend an abundance of time with someone and not know how bruised they are, then they let you in and you donât understand how you couldnât have seen it all before.
âI could never get tired of youâ he stated with emphasis like the thought was rudimentary, he said it with a gentle force like it was truly impossible, and he promised it to her with sincerity because he could never reach that point. He wanted from the depths of his being for her to understand that she had nothing to fear because Drew tiring of Isobel simply could not be.
Drew never thought he could ever be frustrated with Isobel until he fell in love with her. He was frustrated with her for things she couldnât help, frustrated at things that happened to her, and frustrated that he heâd taken so agonizingly long to realize just how important she was to him that sheâd found love in someone else and been burned because of it.
âYou promise?â She gave him a gentle smile, but he saw right through it and he knew just how much how important it was to give her what she needed.
Reassurance.
God, he just wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her entire body until she understood him and all the doubt in her mind was no more when she looked at him, touched him, and simply thought of him. But this was Isobel and while he did want so badly for her to trust what they had, there was also a part of him that wanted to see her slowly heal no matter how long it took because he was coming to find out, to truly know Isobel was to love her for the sides of her she allowed people to see while also loving the hidden parts of her that werenât invisibleâthey were just barely on the surface.
âI promise, Izzy Bear.â He whispered and when she smiled, a real smile with her teeth on display just for him to see, the frustration heâd just been feeling felt so insignificant to the warmth currently inhabiting in his chest, âGive me a kiss.â
âI donât think I heard you, Bear, can you say it a little firmer?â Isobel smirked.
She leaned her body on his chest and brought their mouths so close their lips brushed, barely keeping a slither of space between them. Her smirk grew into a full grin when she felt his arm wrap around her lower back and squeeze her upper thigh in his hand.
âI said give me a kiss, Isobel.â Drew looked unamused as he stared into her eyes while his hand wandered upward to rest on her ass.
Isobel didnât listen as he repeated himself just as she asked, instead she moved her lips to his neck, running her mouth across the contours of it, his skin salty on her tongue. She couldnât tell if the increase in his breathing was because her defiance was pissing him or turning him on, but she didnât mind either, âHmmm I donât think I feel like kissing you right now.â
âYou always feel like kissing me.â He gritted through clenched teeth as she laid a full kiss on the center of his throat making her giggle. Isobel knew he was referring to just how pathetic her attempt was to keep things platonic between them for the holidays. How sheâd cracked within days, no within minutes and hadnât been able to keep her mouth off of him since. God, did she love having her lips on Drew.
Isobel chose not to respond as she continued to plant kisses down his neck and chest, every peck deliberate in her wake as she made her descent. She wanted to show Drew that she felt for him just as intensely as he did for her even if she couldnât put it into words. This was the only way she thought to herself, atleast thatâs how it worked for her in the past. Then Drewâs hand found her cheek and she froze before he pulled her back up his body so she was back where she beganâchest to chest, nose to nose, and just slightly brushing his lips with her own.
âYou donât have to do that, Baby.â He mumbled as he pressed their foreheads together, staring into her brown eyes as if he was really trying to make sure she understood him, to remind her that he knew her.
Isobelâs eyes widened as she stared back in a sort of disorienting realization at the sincerity in his eyes and how sheâd thought sheâd loved before when really that hadnât been what it was at all because what she was seeing in front of her in this moment was incomparable to anything sheâd witnessed before.
âI want to kiss you.â She voiced her thoughts, it came out naturally like Drew was meant to know everything she was thinking.
âThen kiss me.â He barely finished before her lips were covering his in a gentle kiss.
One of his hands immediately found her jaw, squeezing her face as he pulled her further against his mouth. He could feel her as she immersed herself in the feeling of them being connected like she was wordlessly giving him another piece of herself that only he could interpret. Drew couldnât help but release a deep groan at the intensity of it all, at how packed full of emotion this all was. His hands slipped down her jaw onto her throat before sliding to the back of her neck so he could bring her closer, desperate for all she was willing to give to him.
They kissed until they were out of breath, until Isobel was panting for him and desperate for his touch. His tongue massaged carefully into hers as he took his time tasting her. Her lips were starting to feel swollen and bruised but every time he released the pressure on her neck she kissed him deeper so his grip would return. She whined against his mouth when he disconnected their lips and looked up at the ceiling obviously drowning from his own arousal. She didnât know where to go from here as she stared down at him, his eyes tightly shut and trying to control his breathing. Here she was in bed with a man who didnât need her to prove herself to him, and she was completely and utterly lost in it all, âYouâre making me feel things I donât think Iâve ever felt before.â Isobel whispered as low as she could and rested her chin on the warm skin of his chest .
His eyes remained closed, but when she felt the rumble of a groan travel up his throat she knew heâd heard her and she smiled.
Isobel then couldnât help but wonder if heâd let her tell him she loved him with his eyes closed, but she knew thatâs not how she would want it, she couldnât imagine it that way. In her head, when she let herself hope, she would say it when she wasnât afraid to look him in eyes as she gave him her heart.
But for now sheâd whisper it in riddles with his waiting stare hidden behind his resting eyelids.
She fell asleep comfortably in his arms and woke up to Drew staring down at her that Christmas morning. Theyâd obviously switched positions during the night as she was now tucked into his warm body as his back shielded her body and he leaned on his side, putting all his weight on his right arm, âYou always wake up at this exact time on Christmas Day.â
Isobel didnât have to look at the time on her phone to know it was seven in the morning. Her parents were most likely awake and lounging around in the den downstairs while she was cuddled up with Drew in his bedroom instead of waking up in her own. In just thirty minutes they would be listening for her descent down the stairs because thatâs how it went every year they spent Christmas together, but things were changing to her dismay.
âHow do you know? You usually donât wake up until breakfast is ready.â She poked his side and giggled when he jumped at the feeling.
Drew couldnât help but smile at the years of memories from all their holidays spent together, âFor some reason I always wake up the moment you walk past my door to the stairs.â
If she already wasnât a puddle from how sweet he was to her last night, she wouldâve melted further into the mattress.
âYou sure you werenât feeling me two years ago, Bear?â Isobel joked though theyâd been spending holidays together in this cabin for far longer than two years. Meaning heâd been feeling for her for so much longer.
He wrapped both of his arms around her body so he could pull her into him, he was getting used to his days starting with Isobelâs, especially on one of her most cherished.
âWhat did I say to you last night, Is?â He breathed and brushed her bare hips with his hand.
âIsobel, I think I have always loved you.â
The more she heard him say it the more she wanted to hear it, like a song you didnât quite understand the first listen but as you absorb the melodies, the words, and meaning you canât help but want hear it on repeat.
When Drew saw Isobel bite her bottom lip as her dark eyes glazed over in thought he swore he felt his heart rate drop before it began pounding in his chest. He loved this about her, how her body betrayed her and revealed exactly what she was feeling. Drew just loved when her guard was down with him. His grip tightened on her hips as if it would slow down the thumping in his veins.
âI have to get dressed.â Isobel released her lip and pouted knowing her mom would come check on her if she didnât come downstairs soon, especially since she played sick yesterday to avoid the man she was under at this very moment.
âOkay.â Drew could only watch in a trance as she slipped from under him. He was mesmerized watching her leave the bed and stand before him with nothing covering her body. His tongue swiftly poked out to wet his lips when she swiped her pajamas off the floor and began to slowly get dressedâknowing his greedy eyes were watching, âCome here Isobel.â
She was working on the first button of her top when he interrupted and she wasted no time before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed so she was facing him. When his big hands took over what sheâd been doing, she let him as he buttoned up the silk pajama top just as slowly as sheâd planned on doing. Although, with his fingers grazing and nudging the curve of her breasts as he made his way up to the last button it had a very different outcome.
âIâll see you down there, baby.â Drew wiped his mouth with his thumb as he darkly glanced at her breasts through the red satin then back up to her pretty eyes. For some reason Isobel couldnât help but grin in amusement at how boyish he was being, she couldnât help but wonder if he was always that way in the morning.
âMaybe you should come downstairs a little earlier than usual?â She suggested and cursed to herself for not wearing any slippers when she decided to come here last night. When she got to the door she turned and gave him a soft look before having to going back to reality, a reality she wasnât sure she wanted to maintain anymore.
âIâll be right behind you, Isobel.â
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đđ synopsis. tired of the continuous bullying youâre receiving from the other concubines, you finally decide to stand up for yourself. the tension dulls when lord sukuna breaks the fight up.
tags. true form!ryomen sukuna x concubine!reader. sfw - angst kinda, little suggestive. mentions of bullying. violence. fighting. vile language. reader gets referred to as a âbitch, slut, whoreâ by the concubines. reader gets referred to as âbrat, womanâ by sukuna. not beta read bcs im sleepy. @ohimsummer, thank you for the idea LOL
youâre tired. tired of being treated like less by the others in sukunaâs harem. theyâre saltyâjealousâbecause of the shameless favoritism sukuna shows. youâre his favorite, the one he canât seem to get enough of.
thatâs exactly why youâre on the floor right now. youâve fallen to your knees after tripping over a concubineâs foot. you were passing by to go to your headquarters, though apparently such a mundane thing canât happen in this place without some woman interfering in the worst way possible.
âoops,â the blonde one laughs as she sees you on the wooden floor. youâre covered in food and some. . . gooey beverage. you donât know what it is, but itâs making everything feel uncomfortably sticky. your clothes, your fingers, your skin. itâs starting to itch.
âshouldâve looked where you were going,â another girl chimes in. the brunette. she feigns pity and throws a handkerchief in your face, causing the other concubines to giggle. there are three of them in total. they always stick together to bully you.
the one with green eyes speaks up as well, ânow now, donât be so harsh to the poor slut! sheâs got no brain to use after all.â
the other two laugh as you try your best to stay calm. youâre always telling yourself to be the bigger person in difficult situations. youâre clenching your hands into fists, your body basically trembling in anger. you want to swing. to show them that youâre worthy of respect.
âaww, sheâs gonna cry,â the blonde one poutsâa mocking pout that gets on your nerves. the laughs sounding from the trio are like nails on a chalkboard. you want to make it stop. youâre tired of keeping it civil, when they have never tried doing the same.
your eyes land on the serving tray next to your hands. the one they emptied on your head âby accidentâ. you take a deep breath and try to remind yourself that itâs probably best to go wash up. they desperately want a reaction out of you and you refuse to give it to them.
despite it all, youâre mad. youâve gone through enough of this. all because of sukunaâs favoritsm. all because youâre you.
theyâre salty that they can never be you. youâve seen their pathetic attempts to put you down yet simultaneously try and copy your entire existence. thinking that would somehow get them in your position as sukunaâs favorite.
youâre sick and tired of it. todayâs the day you show them exactly that. youâre going to show those women that you can and will beat some sense into them.
âoy, dumb slut, answââ the blonde is interupted before she could finish her sentence. a loud bang reverberates through the hallway and everyone falls silent.
sheâs the one on the floor now instead of you. youâre up, the wooden tray in your hands, the one you just used to smack the life out of her. sheâs whimpering and holding her red cheek. a nasty bruise is sure to form on her skin; deserved.
âiâll answer you, alright,â you mumble under your breath. youâre panting as the adrenaline keeps pumping. you stand over her and lift up the serving platter in the air once moreâbringing it down over and over against her head, which sheâs trying to shield with her hands.
the other two concubines are frozen in pure shock. youâre not thinking anymore. youâre on autopilot. the womanâs yelps and screeches are music to your ears. âhah. you sound as ugly as you look,â you spit on her, watching the blood trickle down the corner of her mouth. you lift your arms up to bring the wooden platter down on her body again, but youâre stopped.
the green eyed concubine had moved first. she grabs your wrists with one hand and smacks you across the face with the other. âhave you lost your mind?!â she yells and raises her hand to slap you again. the disrespect youâre showing clearly was not expected nor is it welcomed.
âdonât you fucking touch me,â you kiss your teeth. youâre glaring at her with pure hatred. you push and slap her right back. youâre sure the blonde wonât be up for a while nowâsheâs done for.
you donât know if you went a bit overboard with it, considering sheâs barely conscious anymore, but you couldnât care less at the moment.
youâre surprised when the third concubine yanks your hair. âoh, you little bitch!â the brunette grabs a bunch of your hair with both hands and tugs at it to drag you down on the floor. you wince in pain but quickly pull at her own brown locks. you struggle to keep your balance and your scalp aches.
you hate it when women go for your hair when fighting, though luckily you know your way out of it. you take a deep breath and bring her head down, lifting your left leg up at the same time. her forehead comes crashing down on your knee and she loosens her grip on your hair.
âdisgusting,â you huff and take the opportunity to push her fragile body aside, making her trip over the blonde girl on the floor. you canât help but think that your current state is quite similar to a certain someone.
the violence. the seething anger. youâve seen this scene way too many times before. youâve learnt it from him.
your thoughts are interrupted by someone pulling the back of your hair, causing you to stumble backwards. âa whore like you needs to be taught some manners,â the green eyed concubine sniffs and keeps a tight grip on your hair. she delivers a few punches to your face, which you actually struggle to block for a second.
the force hitting your nose makes it bleed. that only angers you further. you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting it out right in the girlâs eyes. you take your chance and grab her hair, smashing her head against the nearby fusuma. the thin plaster the sliding doors are made out of breaks, and she falls right through into the other room.
âi think you all need to be taught how to act,â you pant and wipe the blood dripping down your chin with the back of your hand. you walk through the opening you made in the frail door, kicking the concubine right in the face as revenge for the nosebleed she gave you.
you crouch down, your fingers tangling into her hair. you yank her head up and stare her right in the eyes. thereâs an eerie, dark look in yours. âwhy canât you just accept that youâre nothing but trash in your lordâs eyes?â you sneer. you are pitying them instead of the other way around, like how it usually would be.
and they despise it.
âyou fuckingââ âbitch? slut? whore?â you finish her sentence for her with an exasperated sigh. youâve heard those insults a thousand times before. itâs nothing new. itâs always the same nasty and repetitive comments. you slap the concubine in front of you again for good measure before standing up, âyou should come up with something new. itâs getting boring.â
you walk over to the other two, who are still recovering. you add to your last comment with a shrug, trying to hit them where it hurts, âyour repetitiveness explains why lord sukuna rarely calls for you at night. i bet your severe lack of creativity shows even in bed.â
âyouâre just a boring and hopeless bunch,â youâre out for blood. the blonde and brunette are looking up at you with fear and the sight excites you for some reason. theyâre crawling away, trying to go find someone who would save them. the servants are nowhere to be found. nor is uraume, who usually stops the petty arguments.
theyâre terrified by how youâre acting right now. theyâre clearly seeing sukuna in you. in your eyes and the aura youâre emitting.
youâre mirroring him, his merciless personality and all included. heâs subconsciously taking over your mind and itâs terrifying them.
your steps are heavy as you walk towards the concubines. you donât pay attention to the blood trickling down your chin, nor do you care about the ache in your scalp from the earlier hair pulling. all you care about is getting revenge for yourself.
you could complain to sukuna and have him punish them in your place, but that wouldnât be enough. youâre going to make sure that they donât try you again any time soon. you grab the blonde by her arm, lifting your fist to punch herâ
âoi, brat.â
your eyes widen and you snap out of your mad daze. sukunaâs voice shakes the floors with how loud it is. you whip your head to the side and see his tall figure standing at the end of the hallwayâuraume being right behind him. it looks like they were the one that rushed to inform sukuna of the ruckus.
you drop the other concubine and look at the mess. the broken fusuma. the blood splatter on the wooden flooring. your disheveled hair and clothes. your bleeding nose. the crimson stained plate and spilt food that got everywhere.
itâs a complete mess.
sukuna doesnât utter a word. he just glares right at you. youâre not sure if itâs because of your irresponsible behaviour or the mess you created. or both. he marches over to you and grabs you by the back of your collar with one big hand.
âm-my lord,â you whimper, nearly choking as youâre held up in the air like you weigh nothing, like one would do to a catâs nape. one of sukunaâs hands keeps you up whilst the others hang limply by his side. his red eyes scan your body, moving up and then back down.
you donât know what to say. you surely have overstepped a boundary - or multiple - with what youâve done today. youâve disturbed the peace in the estate and have caused damage to sukunaâs property. both to his women and the interior of his palace.
you cough up a bit of blood that was stuck in the back of your throat. youâre uncertain of how you should explain yourself. âiâm sorry, my lord. i didnât know what came over me,â you apologise and look down at the floor below your feet. youâre too embarrassed to look the king of curses in the eyes.
sukuna stays silent. itâs nerve wracking since you have no idea what heâll do in response to your outburst. his facial expression is blank, so you arenât able to guess whatâs going on in his head. itâs a complete mystery.
however, the tall man is secretly more amused than anything. what youâve just done, is one of the most interesting things he has seen a human do. sukuna witnessed everything from the beginning to the end and thoroughly enjoyed it. from the way you used that serving plate as a weapon to the way you managed to get out of those concubinesâ grasps each time.
itâs strange to sukuna; he felt something when he saw you in action like that.
pride? perhaps thatâs it. sukuna canât pinpoint the exact emotion, though if he were to describe it, the closest word would be indeed pride. he is proud to have discovered and witnessed that untamed side of yours. youâre always full of pleasant surprises that keep even a dangerous curse like him on his toes.
itâs why he will never get bored of you. he wishes to unleash your full potential one day.
sukuna finally breaks the silence with an amused snicker. one of his hands move to wipe the blood from your nose. you cringe when he slowly licks the red liquid from his fingers afterwardsâclearly ravishing the metallic taste.
âyâ finally did something, huh?â sukuna grins wickedly. he knows of the harassment youâve been going through and he couldnât wait to see you snap like this one day.
itâs sickening that he allows the bullying to continue just for the sake of creating drama, but itâs also worth it to him, since heâs got to unlock a side of you he knew you had buried deep inside. sukuna is a selfish bastard. you know that much, yet you like it when he looks at you with a prideful gaze and grin.
itâs so obvious that sukuna took pleasure in what heâs witnessed. he couldnât believe how much you actually resembled him in a way.
if he were to be honest: it turned him on like crazy. seeing how you fought back against those women and how nearly deranged you became. the degrading words you spewed. . . sukuna cannot get enough of it. if it were up to him, heâd have let you continue. but for your own sake, he decided against it.
as much as he loves that untamed side of yours, sukuna knew that he couldnât let you go too far. not because he wants to defend those other women, but because he still needs you to stay sane. going down that path of violence surely will do you more damage than good.
heâll fully corrupt you - your body and mind - one day. just not today.
sukuna lets you back on your feet after you nearly fail to breathe. he cocks his head to the side, still having a menacing smirk on his face. he roughly pinches your cheek, âit was entertaining, iâll give you that, woman.â
you wince as sukuna pinches the exact cheek you had a bruise on. heâs never done so before, therefore you donât have a clue about the meaning behind that gesture. though the compliment told you that he was pleased by the ruckus more than he was annoyed by it.
sukuna still hasnât bat an eye to the other concubines. they are waiting for their lord to punish you for hurting them, but it all seems to be in vain. they know better than to speak up about that to him. theyâre easily replaceable. they know that by now. itâs as clear as day.
youâve drilled that into their head today.
the king of curses pushes your small body towards uraume and you nearly bump against their chest with how easily he moved you around. uraume catches you in time and helps you stand straight, awaiting their masterâs orders.
sukuna checks you out one more time in that disheveled state, before you go back to your formal and reserved self. his interest in you has been piqued by todayâs events and he wonders when he can experience that side of yours again. he nods at uraume, âmake sure sheâs properly taken care of.â
uraume doesnât waste a single second after being given an order. âunderstood,â they reply curtly and keep you steady so you could walk with them towards the physicianâs quarters.
you look up at sukuna, trying to catch a glimpse of him before youâre taken away. heâs staring right back at you, the corners of his lips twitching into another subtle grin. heâs surprisingly pleased and content with your actions.
however itâs also not so surprising, considering that he loves it when you show any hint of resistance or stubbornness. whether itâd be to him or to his concubines.
sukunaâs facial expression turns cold the moment youâre gone and heâs left with the mess. âshe took the words right out of my mouth,â he stares down at the three women on the floor whoâre still unable to stand. heâs not helping them upâthatâs their own problem, âyâre a pathetic bunch.â
the concubines flinch as they hear the inevitable from their own lord. hearing it from you was frustrating, but hearing it directly from the man thatâs taken them in is heartbreaking. they donât dare look up at him in such pitiful states.
âall three of you,â sukuna addresses them sharply. his arms cross over his chest, a ruthless tone to his voice. the concubines tremble in his presence, though itâs partially still because of the fear youâve implemented in their systems.
he wouldâve killed them off right then and there, though youâve done enough damage to them both physically and mentally for now.
sukuna however, still couldnât care less about their wellbeing. their wounds and bruises are something theyâll need to fix on their own.
he points at the floor and broken door with his head before turning around to leave the miserable trio. sukuna leaves them with an order thatâs usually left to the servants;
âclean up the damn mess you caused. it better be taken care of before i return. ând i donât wanna hear a single squeak from any of you about this.â
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Being Sukunaâs Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility
Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed youâd bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all
Telling your hand maids âDonât bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.â The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes
The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,
Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didnât like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you
âItâll serve that poor girl rightâ you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukunaâs folded Kimonoâs they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimonoâs and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves
âLetâs go see my husband.â Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess
Sukunaâs snapped to you and his armâs opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach âSome of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,â he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles âSo swollen with my child, itâs no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.â
You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled âDonât say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.â
âNow,â he looked up at your face again, âwhy are you here.â
You tilted your head to the side, âI started contractions this morning, Iâve been in pain all day and Iâm barely standing, my new maid wouldnât stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.â
Sukuna stared down at you confused âHow do you know itâs a boy?â
âIâm his mother,â he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, âI knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.â
Sukuna smirked âIs that so? Then letâs see this boy.â
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After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldnât help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.
The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukunaâs attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.
âWhat amuses you?â He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.
âIâm the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.â You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.
Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. âHis name?â You looked at Sukuna and he sighed âYujiâ
The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna wouldâve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now heâd settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.
Maybe just maybe this world wasnât so bad
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Yuji stood there with teary eyes, sniffling and ready to scream
His father was sat there with a smug smile staring down at him
You could barely see over your husbandâs shoulder who was leaning on his side over your lap. Yujiâs hands coming up reaching for you only to lightly be swatted away by Ryomen
âNo, mine.â
Yuji let out a silent cry, Sukunaâs grin widened as you sighed
âMoommmyyyâ he tried to push past his dad hands reaching out for you again
âNo,â Sukuna swatted his little hands away again, âMine.â
Yuji let out a small scream and started crying falling back and down onto his little butt, âMooMMMYyyyyâ
You had watched this happen for five minutes and you shook your head with a smile, âCome here baby.â Sukuna moved out the way and you lightly shouldered him with a smile, he still had a grin on his face as he picked up Yuji dropping him on your lap
Yujiâs hands clinging to your shirt as he sniffled into your chest, only for Sukuna to lean down to his ear, âstill mine.â
Yuji wailed looking up at you before you placed a hand on his head kissing his forehead, his smile was wobbly with teary eyes as he buried his face into your chest again and Sukuna chuckled placing his hand over yours on Yujiâs head. âHeh, brat.â
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