Need Sukuna In Racer Au

Need sukuna in racer au 😩

REWARDS FROM A RACER

a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.” 

“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.

if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.

but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.

it was the only race he ever lost.

“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”

you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”

“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?

“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”

you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”

sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.

“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.

across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.

“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.

sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”

you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”

and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.

with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.

“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”

beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.

and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.

sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”

“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.

sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.

“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure. 

“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.

“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.

“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.

“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”

you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.

“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.

“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.

so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”

“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.

“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.

“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”

Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna headcanons

After seeing this fanart, a sweet anon sent me this prompt: "Imagine that you are a simple girl in another tribe who attracted the leader Sukuna who at that moment came to negotiate with the leader of your tribe, he became interested in you and decided to make you his wife and cooperate with your people. So you left with him and began to live with him and give birth to his heirs."

Thank you so much for sending me this! When I saw the art, I was thinking of something along those lines, too! The picture reminded me of the tv show Vikings, so the following headcanons take place in that time.

Pairing: Viking!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Smut + fluff Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, arranged/forced marriage, virginity loss, blood, breeding, pregnancy, slight lactation kink, having children, miscarriage (Sukuna comforts reader afterwards. He doesn't just want her because of the heirs she can give him), general mentions of violence and human sacrifices. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared for his ruthlessness in battle and his strength that seems almost god-like. All the other tribes try to stay on his good side and forge alliances with him instead of giving him a reason to burn down their towns.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who looks so intimidating when he comes to visit your settlement. Tall and broad-shouldered with all those buff muscles on display and the bones of his enemies decorating his clothes.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you can't take your eyes off when you and the rest of your tribe gather in your leader's throne room and watch the negotiations. He sends shivers down your spine, but not just in a fear-inducing way, if you are honest. He is so enticing. Powerful and intelligent, and so attractive.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a beautiful man. His face is too pretty for a warrior. Not even his scars and tribal tattoos can hide his beauty. A smug smirk lifts the corners of his lips, and his voice is calm and confident. He moves gracefully like a big cat, beautiful but deadly. He is the most stunning man you have ever seen, and you hang on every word that falls from his lips as if he carries ancient magic in his voice.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose icy blue eyes scan the crowd slowly, glittering like two precious jewels in the firelight illuminating the crowded room. Your breath catches in your throat when that intense gaze lands on you. You feel like a small animal trapped in the gaze of its hunter. Should you lower your head to show him your respect? Or will he take affront if you dare to look at anything else but him?

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes the decision away from you when he smirks at you and laughs softly before he turns his attention back to your leader.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who announces his conditions for a peace treaty in a confident, demanding tone. The voice of a man who is used to getting what he wants. A man who knows he is too powerful to get turned down.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who suddenly points a long tattoed finger at you and speaks the words that will flip your whole world upside down, "And I want her."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your heart drop with his demand, but all you can do is stare at him in a mix of fear and excitement. A murmur runs through the crowd, and already, several hands are pressing against your back, shoving you towards Sukuna, making you stumble and screech as you are about to fall at his feet.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who catches you before you hit the ground, his muscular arms holding you easily, an amused smirk lighting up his handsome face, light blue eyes glittering in amusement as he drawls teasingly, "Aww, someone's eager to become my little wife, huh?"

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you sit on his lap that evening when a big feast is held in his honor and to seal the peace treaty with your tribe. You barely dare breathe, full of fear as you sit on his strong, muscled thighs, gasping when one of his large hands wanders under your skirt to squeeze your thigh possessively.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has two of his men stand guard in front of your door so no one will attack his future wife or maybe to prevent you from sneaking away. But you aren't even sure you want to run from him. Who are you here in your current tribe anyway? Just another orphan who grew up to help on one of the farms. Isn't this new role much more important? To be the bride of Ryomen Sukuna? To be a means that allows your tribe to prosper and ensures peace and trade with Sukuna?

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large hand has a firm, unrelenting grip on your arm as he leads you to his horse the next morning. But he lets you say goodbye to all your loved ones, taking their blessings and well wishes with you before your future husband helps you onto his horse.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a rough man, but whose hands are surprisingly gentle when he lifts you onto the back of his giant horse. He sits behind you, his firm muscles pressing against your back, rippling with every move he makes. His muscular buff arms cage you in, keeping you captive or keeping you safe. You can't tell which one of the two it is.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes a conflict rage in your chest. On the one hand, you are scared of this dangerous big man who has the power to just demand to have you as if you are some cattle. On the other hand, you can't deny that small hidden part of you that feels excited that such a powerful and attractive man desires you enough to want to make you his wife.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your pulse flutter nervously when you feel his strong arms around you and hear him order his men around with his low, velvety voice, telling them to find a good resting place for the night.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses you roughly on that first night. His large hands that cup your face are calloused, but his lips are warm, and his tongue is soft and so skilled when he pries your mouth open and licks into it. It's nothing like the shy, clumsy kisses you shared with the boys in your settlement. Sukuna is a feared warrior, a powerful tribe leader, someone who people believe is actually the son of a god. And you can feel all that in his kiss. Deep and intense, making your head spin and your body brim with a desire you have never felt before.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rides with you again the next day and trails teasing kisses down your neck to pass the time during the long ride. You are sure he is fully aware of what he is doing to you. How he makes your heart race and makes a mix of fear and arousal throb in your veins. Especially when he grabs your chin to tilt your face up and capture your lips in a heated, wet kiss, licking unashamedly into your mouth in front of his men, showing everyone that you are his.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who whispers in your ear, "Are you scared of me, my little wife?" and then breaks out in loud, barking laughter when you exhale shakily and tell him, "Only a fool wouldn't be scared of you... but maybe I am also flattered that you picked me, my lord."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who still chuckles while his tongue licks a lazy stripe up the side of your neck, and he huskily tells you, "I am not a lord. I am a god. And I saw a goddess right there in that shabby throne room. I had to take you with me. It was a sign from the gods. You will give me such strong and beautiful children. Together, we can conquer the whole world."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who forces himself to keep his hands off you before your wedding night as a show of respect to the gods, but who lets you feel his desire for you when he hugs you from behind and presses his hardness against you once you have moved into his house.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has you dressed in the finest garments for your wedding day. A beautiful red dress lined with gorgeous white ermine fur that was specifically made for you. Your neck, wrists, and ears are decorated with glittering gold and precious gemstones.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you squeal when he swoops you up into his muscular arms and carries you into the ceremony hall, accompanied by the loud cheers of his people. Your hand is shaking when you exchange wedding rings with him, but you stay brave, speaking your vows and taking Sukuna's heavy sword when he offers it to you as his promise to protect you.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who sacrifices several of his enemies to the gods to ask for their blessings for your marriage and your fertility. He looks scary with the pattern painted onto his face with fresh blood. But at the same time, it makes him look feral in a way that makes an unknown heat throb between your legs.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shares his food and mead with you on the decadent feast held after the wedding ceremony, where you sit on the throne next to his. One of his strong arms stays wrapped around your waist the whole evening, and the deep glances he sends your way make your skin tingle with anticipation.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes your virginity that night, making you cry out in pain when his thick cock splits you open for the first time. But his lips silence your cry, and soon you make other noises. Loud moans of pleasure fall from your lips as your new husband moves inside you with deep and sure thrusts that hit a spot inside you that makes you scratch the broad muscles of his back and arch up against Sukuna's huge body. Your cunt throbs around his cock as you find the sweetest and most intense release you ever had.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who afterward pushes two of his long fingers into your used cunt to push his seed back into you, leaning down to kiss you savagely and murmuring in your ear that he wants to see your belly hard and swollen with his heirs.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who paints his clan symbols on your face with a mix of your virginal blood and his cum, telling you that you are his forever and that you are blessed by the gods now too after taking his seed into you.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is so proud when you show the first signs of pregnancy.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who becomes extremely protective and possessive now that you carry his heir. Who worships your body every night, cupping and kissing your swollen breasts, licking at the drops of milk that already spill from them, telling you it tastes like the nectar of the gods.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large rough hands caress your swollen belly gently, who kisses it, and talks to your unborn child, telling his son, as he predicts, that he will be born under the blessing of the gods. That he will become a great leader and a god himself one day.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is triumphant when your first child is a boy with pink hair and a strong build and loud voice. A future leader just like his father. The first heir of many more to follow.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared by everyone but treats his wife and newborn child with a gentleness that surprises you. He asks you to let him hold your baby and carry him in his strong arms. And the way Sukuna looks at your child tells you that he doesn't just see little Yuuji as an heir but as someone who has Sukuna's heart.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose hungry and proud gaze follows you for days until he has you under him again, fucking you with hard, deep thrusts, moaning loudly, and pumping you full of his seed over and over again. "You gave me such a strong heir, my love. I know you'll give me so many more."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rushes to your side when you have a miscarriage during your second pregnancy. Who hugs you to his broad chest, wipes the sweat and blood off you, and cradles you in his arms.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses your tears away and reassures you when you are scared he will kick you out if you won't give him more heirs.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shakes his head and tells you, "I mourn our unborn child, but I thank the gods for not taking my beloved wife away from me too. You are more to me than just a vessel that gives birth to my heirs. You are my wife, my companion, the one who the gods sent to me as my soulmate. I love you. Even if we have no more children, I will never take a new wife."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you see in a new light after the reassurance and love he gave you on that day. And suddenly, you find yourself falling in love with your husband, too. You treat him more tenderly. You caress his soft hair when the two of you cuddle in your bed to keep each other warm. You kiss the tattoos on his face and smile at him, your heart fluttering when Sukuna smiles back at you and pulls you into a slow, tender kiss. You will never forget the happiness in his eyes when you tell him you love him too.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who fucks you thoroughly that night until the two of you are sweating and rolling around on top of the warm furs, kissing and caressing each other needily while he fills you with his hot seed until you are overflowing from it.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is delighted when you give birth to your second child, and that child looks like the perfect mix of the two of you. He grins at you and tells you that this is clearly a child of love, conceived on the night you confessed your love to him.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is actually a caring husband who truly treasures you. Who likes to spend his nights with you wrapped under the warm furs, making slow love while he kisses you deeply, rolling his hips with those slow, languid moves that make you sob his name and come undone so sweetly on his cock. 

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who likes to hold you in his strong arms afterward, with your head resting on his broad chest and your small fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest and abs. He loves to talk to you for hours every night, telling you all about his day, about his current worries and plans, about political things and battle tactics, trusting you with all his secrets.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose love fills you with warmth even on the coldest winter days. Your heart is held securely in his strong hands. And you know that no one will dare lay a hand on you or your children in fear of Sukuna's wrath. His strength and power make you feel safe here in your new home.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who teaches you how to enjoy sex to the fullest. Who teaches you how to ride his cock and his face. Who teaches you how to take from him too. Because he is your husband, and that means he belongs to you just as much as you belong to him.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who trusts you with ruling in his place during his absence. Who declares that anyone who disrespects you will get sacrificed to the gods.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who keeps you on his thick, strong cock all night before he has to leave for one of his various exploration trips or battles, savoring you to the fullest. Making sure to fuck you so good that you will still feel him for days after he set sail.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who pulls you into his arms one last time before he boards the ship, kissing you deep and long. And there is this burning love in his blue gaze when he tells you, "I will do anything in my power to come back to you, my love. I have the gods on my side. But if, for whatever reason, they should decide it is my time to enter Valhalla, then I want you to know that I will wait there until you join the afterlife, too, and I will come find you, no matter where you are."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who luckily doesn't go to Valhalla and always comes back to you with more scars on his gorgeous body but with the same love in his eyes.

AAAHHH I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! This became much longer than I intended, but I really miss the show Vikings, and I love Viking!Sukuna to an insane amount, so it is what it is ;) This was, once again, very self-indulgent, but hopefully, some of my fellow Sukuna lovers will enjoy it too! Thank you so much to the nice anon who sent me that prompt!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

Ngl i would moan Rins name if i was fucking Sae out of principal

˚ ༘✶ BITTERSWEET REVENGE ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

featuring. Rin Itoshi & Sae Itoshi

contents. aged up!characters, sub!reader, sex with both, situationships, praise kink, breeding, voyeurism, male masturbation, implied voice kink, marking, making out, groping

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ mdni!!

Imagine being secret friends with benefits with RIN ITOSHI, but the younger Itoshi wants revenge and lulls Sae into a mean trap.

SAE ITOSHI wouldn’t know, nobody actually knows you and Rin are seeing each other behind everybody’s backs so often to engage in pleasure. Maybe Rin introduced you to Sae as a „friend“ of his, maybe a gym buddy, who knows ?

But when Rin noticed his older brother eyeing you, RIN‘s situationship, up and down, a sinister idea popped up into his mind.

The younger Itoshi told you about his brother, telling you how Sae wants to take you away from Rin and how unfair his big brother is being. The green haired male tells you to go see Sae before Rin actually arrives home, having you wrap Sae around his fingers to end up in bed with him just ti disappoint the prodigy with moaning out Rin‘s name. And why would you disagree with Rin‘s suggestion ? Sae is a well-build, fairly good looking man.

So when Sae took the bite, he was quick to have you on his lap. Rin could swear he was so fucking jealous of Sae, but he must pay the price to make his dumb brother feel down.

Groping your ass, pawing at your chest and the steamy kisses on your neck and shoulders soon escalated in you and Sae in nothing but underwear. A sly smirk decorating the older Itoshi‘s face with the knowledge of having a pretty girl like you all to himself, not Rin.

In the meantime, Rin actually quietly made it home and sneaked into the bathroom next to his brothers room. Already hearing faint moans and his brothers disgusting soft groans of your name.

Right now Sae is about to enter you. Thick cock stretching you but not as long as Rin‘s cock who was immediately able to hit all your good spots. Quickly the red haired has you all sprawled out as he towered over you. Rubbing his pecks against your neglected nipples whilst he gropes the fat of your ass in his greedy palms as he ruts inside you over and over again.

The slapping of Sae‘s hips colliding with your own caused a loud sound along with his jewelry dangling on his neck and swinging with his thrusts. Rin was able to hear it all, but mainly focusing on your voice never moaning Sae‘s name.

„God, fuck, so fucking pretty. Can’t believe Rin didn’t made his move on you yet. Guess he’s still the dumb boy he used to be back then. Gonna give you what you’re missing out, baby“, Sae groans out. Hands smoothing over your delicate skin that already used to be littered in Rin‘s hickeys multiple times. If only Sae knew what is actually going on behind his back, if he only knew what will be coming up to him.

The relentless pace of Sae‘s pushes his cock in and out of you, is the same pace Rin pumps his cock to. Imagining he instead of Sae would make you cum on his cock, getting milked by your tight cunt that should be molded into the shape of Rin‘s bigger dick. Rin swore he‘ll fuck you later, but for now he just wants the bittersweet taste of taking revenge on the older.

The closer you got, the more you squinted your eyes shut with the overwhelming pleasure of Sae‘s thrusts. Picturing Rin hovering over you instead of Sae, Rin‘s beautiful long eyelashes batting at you with a softened gaze. Imagining the thin layer of sweat coating Rin‘s face and making his green bangs stick to his face as he ruins your pussy on his cock.

Sae‘s thrusts became more and more sloppy by the time, showing clear signs that he was close you he rubbed your clit to feel you squeezing his cock when you cum around him. Your walls tighten around Sae as the coil in your tummy threatens to snap any moment, making Sae pull out to cum over your tummy as you came with a loud moan of „Oh fuck Rin~“, letting Rin know you were thinking about him the whole time.

The older Itoshi‘s eyes popped wide open at that, any words he wanted to say stuck dry in his throat. His gaze is quickly fixed to the wall when he hears Rin‘s loud groans of relieve.

Before Sae could even get back to reality, he noticed you left already. Clothes pulled under your arm and gone to Rin‘s room with the younger athlete. It’s the very first time you saw Rin giggling like crazy, wheezing into his fist at the pure imagination what his brothers face must’ve looked like.

„Gotta teach him a lesson now. Sae should’ve known better than taking what I got my hands on first. Scream f‘me, yeah pretty girl ? Let him hear how good I fuck this cunt. Gonna fill you up, baby, only I can cum inside“, Rin snarls. Lowering you on his big cock and feeling his tip already nudging your sweet spots.

The following days after Rin didn’t even bother hiding the scratch marks and hickeys on his skin. Not caring about the nasty look Sae gives him. After all, Rin is the one who had you first to him, and him only.

mdni, every character is 18+

© ringasm 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

Rin's love for your tits + you milking him 😭 I know he LIVES for titfucks!! <333

˚ ༘✶ HUG ME TIGHTER ALREADY !!⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

☆ || featuring. RIN ITOSHI

contents. aged up!character, implied sub!character, titjob, handjob, groping, nipple play, drooling, milking, overstimulation || mdni

synopsis. your boyfriend seems secretly opposed by the idea of fucking your tits

It was clear how much Rin Itoshi adores your tits. Practically attached to them every time you two are in your shared four walls in private. Eyes, then hands and mouth glued to them so often, swearing nothing turns him on like your tits. Grunting about how hard he gets each time Rin sees them.

Another thing he loves so much is having you get him off. Overstimulating his poor cock until it drools spurts of cum. Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of him every single time when you fuck. Milking him for all he’s worth. It just turns him on seeing you and his toned tummy covered in his sticky cum almost after every session. Mainly seeing you covered in his cum.

So when you tell Rin about the idea of combining those two obsessions he has, his cock instantly hardened in his trousers. Huffing and side eyeing you to act like he’s completely unbothered by this idea he‘d absolutely enjoy.

The Itoshi‘s head is thrown back with a small „oh fuck,“ when he cums all over your hand. Panting harshly after riding out his first blissful orgasm for the night. It just feels so fucking good to him when your hand squeezes down on his base and shaft like you‘re trying to get all of his cum out.

His cock is still hard and it gets him all shaky and whiny when the cool air of the room hits his drooling tip. Trying to signal you Rin either needs a part of you on his throbbing cock again.

You’ve noticed his eyes staring all over you when you jerked him off a few minutes ago. Especially did Rin eye your tits, how they moved with each pump of your fist before he squeezed them shut to enjoy the moment of pleasure and being under your command.

So the striker let out a loud shattered moan when you pushed his hips down on the bed and made him sit at the edge of it. Angry red tip now poking out from between your tits as you embraced his cock in them. The soft plush skin hugging him perfectly tight and snug to make Rin want more immediately.

The cum that still clung to his cock is now spread between your cleavage to make him glide easier. Your boyfriend’s drooling tip nudging your lips when he bucks his hips up from too much excitement of the new sensation of fucking tits.

„So warm, fuck, squeeze tighter. please, please“, he snarls harsher than he actually wanted it to come out to be. Laying his bigger palms over yours to squeeze your breasts tighter together. Hearing the lewd sound of his slick cum and you occasionally sucking on his tip increase.

It’s a mix of Rin‘s thrusts upwards and your moving your boobs up and down his throbbing length. The male above you let’s put the prettiest sounds — open mouthed moans and whimpers as drool slips down the corner of his lips.

Rin proceeds to only add more pressure to his cock trapped between your tits. Roughly fondling the flesh of them above your hands and rutting his flushed cock covered in his left over cum and pre. Looking down at your face to see gun smeared across your lips and seductive gaze in your eyes that just makes him all the more sensitive.

With the twitch of his dick, both of you knew the Itoshi is closer to cumming than he’d like to admit. The new lewd act is just so arousing to him that he can’t help himself.

„g‘na cum, gonna cum! Fuck, fuck, cumming~“, the male chants like a prayer. Voice pitched in whimpers and his lewdest sounds right before he releases all over your tits.

A thick load of sticky and warm cum now covering your chest and face as it’s also still leaking from his dick. The strikers mouth is hanging open wide as he continues thrusting slowly up and down between your tits to ride out this mind blowing orgasm he just got provided.

His semi-hard cock jumping back to life when he sees your upper torso stained in his seed, rolling down in small droplets to pool at your perky neglected nipple that Rin gives a small tug to after squishing your soft breast in his hand.

God, how much Rin loves being milked by you. Having you drench all the cum out of his balls until they ache. His favorite is having you do it for him all the time. Giving him a nice handjob, letting him fuck your tits, perhaps asking you to suck him off and eventually, you ride Rin‘s oversensitive cock until it hurts too bad from being milked.

mdni, every character is 18+

© ringasm 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

࣪𖤐 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : timeskip! yuuji itadori x fem! reader

࣪𖤐 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 : nsfw content, minors dni, both itadori & reader are in college, fingering, friends with benefits, teasing, female! reader, reader is megumi’s sister, unrequited feelings, slight angsty ending. this was originally posted on @/lunarmins, my old blog

࣪𖤐 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : this is a repost but a fic that's very dear to my heart. there is definitely a part 2 due for this fic that I'll write sometime once my semester settles down but for now enjoy!! ꒰ ˆ ꒵ ˆ꒱

"𝑾𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑩𝑬 doing this."

A simple phrase that’s passed over not only your lips but Yuuji’s, more than a thousand times before. It holds no weight anymore, heeds no warning, rather becoming nothing more than an empty saying to remind the two of you of the situation you find yourselves in.

It always ends like this, doesn't it? You should’ve known from the start that sneaking a boy into your house behind your older brother’s back, his best friend of all people, wasn’t going to end well. The countless stories you’ve heard and read should’ve proved enough to deter you from the idea, but here you find yourself again, standing in front of your bedroom window, curtains pulled aside as you stared at Yuuji on the other side glass.

Moonlight decks his light hair in a silver halo, his lips spread wide in a grin that’s unmissable, even among the darkness. This had become routine, one that you slipped into comfortably because that's what he brought you, comfort, warmth, familiarity.

He shouldn’t.

He shouldn’t be making you feel all this, yet he does.

It all started with a messy, accidental kiss on a night you both were a little past tipsy. It was a memory long locked away, but the aftermath that followed was what led you to where you find yourself right now. For weeks afterward, you couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, how his lips felt against yours, the way he tasted like the faint tint of the strawberry chapstick he used. And Yuuji felt the same.

One drunken kiss was replaced with a sober one the night Yuuji came over with Nobara and a bunch of his other friends for a movie night. You had bumped into the pink-haired man as you were leaving the bathroom, bodies brushing against each other, eyes wide and breaths mingling. It was a moment of hesitation before his head ducked down to capture your lips with his own. You should’ve stopped then and there before things grew too heated, but he was addicted to saying the least. You couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.

Hooking up with your brother’s best friend was the last thing you expected to come out of this, but who were you to complain? None of the college boys you had fooled around with in the past had been able to fuck you as good as he did. Despite not having the most experience when it came to things in the sexual field Yuuji was an eager and fast learner that managed to rip orgasm after orgasm from your body with ease. The very first time he made you cum was in the bathroom when Megumi invited him to a sleepover one night, one of your thighs slung over his shoulder and his tongue slobbering across your folds while you tangled your fingers in his hair. From that moment on the two of you knew you were hooked on each other.

It's with a sigh that you open your bedroom window, just like you’ve done countless times before to let Yuuji slip inside, shushing him when he wobbles, threatening to trip over a pair of shirts on the floor. He shoots you a pained, apologetic expression before he trails over to your bed and plops down on it, stretching himself out like he's been here a thousand times before.

“Is your brother home?” he asks, to which you shake your head, still awkwardly lingering close to the window. He studies you for a moment or two before he pats his lap invitingly. “C’mere…”

Begrudgingly you step closer, letting Yuuji’s firm arms wrap around you, effortlessly lifting you into his lap. Barely a moment passes before his lips are against your skin in a heated mess of kisses, littering them along the expanse of your exposed skin as you squirm in his lap. He sighs, nosing against your pulse point as your hands card through his hair, feeling the tension of the day slowly seeping from his muscles, melting in your touch.

"What's got you so tense, baby?" Yuuji asks you, brows slightly furrowed as his hands map your skin, feeling you up, all the way from your waist down to the small of your back. He did know you better than anyone else did and sometimes you did hate him for it. "Hm?" he presses.

You let out a heavy sigh, one that seems to carry the weight of the world, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and shoulder so he didn't have to see your face. But even so, Yuuji knows you too well, knows the dips and curves of your body, the ups and downs of your emotions - sometimes it frustrates you because you could never get away from hiding anything from him.

“I dunno,” you try to play dumb, hoping you could throw him off your trail. But truth be told you knew what was wrong, you’ve been at war with your feelings for the last couple of weeks, ever since you had spent the night at his place after a midnight call and a heated hookup. He had insisted you stay with him because he didn’t want you driving home in the dark, somehow swaying you into staying in bed with him.

Just thinking back at it has heat stirring in the pit of your stomach, a feeling of unfamiliar warmth blooming in your chest. Something about that night felt so right, the way he pulled you into his arms, cradled you close as the two of you drifted off to sleep, the care and tenderness he put behind every word, every thrust, every kiss…

Yuuji’s eyes study your face as a thick silence stretches over the two of you. You wished he’d stop looking at you like that, with wide eyes that always glinted with softness, those eyes of his that poured out every emotion he felt, even if he tried to hide it. He was an easy book to read, just like you, but the two of you danced around the very page you were stuck on. Were you strictly just friends with benefits or was there something more happening behind the scenes that neither of you wanted to admit to?

“You don’t wanna think for a while, huh? Want me to take your mind off things?” he asks you, his tone as soft as ever as his hands rub your hips, gliding along the skin where they’ve snuck under your shirt. You always crumble like putty in his hands and find yourself nodding perhaps a little too eagerly. “Alright, baby, I’ve got you.”

Yuuji’s kisses were addictive, and if you weren’t careful you could find yourself becoming far too dependent on them. He starts softly, slotting his mouth against yours and letting you taste him before it grows more heated as the moments pass. Before long his tongue is dipping into your mouth, groaning lowly as he tastes you without any shame. His hands remain planted firmly on your hips, stroking the skin there, his fingertips dancing over the waistband of your shorts and panties. You weakly hum into his mouth, giving him the green light to continue.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows every dip and curve, where to kiss and suck to bring you the most pleasure. His lips seem reluctant to leave your own, but he breaks away for a moment or two to catch his breath, pulling his face back far enough to take in your pleasured expression, the corner of his lips tugging up the slightest. “Don’t tell me you’re already fucked out,” he teases, his words light and airy as he begins to scatter kisses along your neck, being careful enough to not leave any lingering marks, despite the urge to burn in his chest.

He wanted to mark you, bruise you up, and leave his claim on you so that everyone could see who you belonged to. But he knew it wasn’t part of the agreement the two of you came to and the last thing he wanted to do was let you go. He’d rather suppress his feelings and keep them hidden away in the dark corners of his heart than let you go and fuck someone else.

“Y-Yuuji,” you warn him in a breathy tone when he mouths at your pulse point, nearly able to feel the erratic thump of your heart in your chest. “Don’t tease me, you promised you’d make me feel better.”

He hums against your skin, giving it a teasing lick. “That I did.”

Deciding not to tease and tempt you any further Yuuji kisses down your neck, being careful to not leave a mark, per your agreement, despite his heart telling him otherwise. Silently he encourages you to lift your hips so he could pull both your pants and panties down with a few tugs, relishing in the small, pleasured sounds that escape your parted, glossy lips.

“Gotta tell me where you want me,” he mumbles against the crook of your shoulder, his hands dipping underneath your shirt, tracing up your backside, thumbing the hook of your bra as he considers taking it off for a moment. You whine softly in response, making him tut in faux disappointment. “Can’t give you what you want if you won’t speak up, baby.”

You grumble something against the skin of his neck before raising your head, your lips are so close to his own that they nearly brushed against each other as you spoke,” Want your finger inside me, Yuuji. Want you to make me cum on them. Wanna feel good-”

The pink-haired man grasps your chin with his other hand, raising a brow. “What do we say when we want something?”

Your heart flutters against our ribs, like a bird taking flight and at this moment you can’t decide if this is something you love or hate about him - the fact that the smallest of things he did fluster you, made you submit to him and play right into his hand. That he had you wrapped right around his finger and he didn’t even know it.

“Please.”

That seemed to be all that was needed for Yuuji’s digits to circle your aching cunt, letting his fingers delve between your sticky folds, collecting the slick there and glancing down for a fleeting moment to watch it string between his fingers. His fingers weren't long, but girthy enough that it was a stretch to take them sometimes, the pads of his fingertips slightly calloused, able to brush over those sweet spots of tours and give you a dizzying orgasm over and over again.

Unexpectedly he kisses you to distract you from the first digit he slides into you, moaning at the tightness and warmth that greets him, chuckling lowly when you grind down against his hands with feeble little rolls of your hips as if you wanted him even deeper. With ease he slides them even deeper, brushing along your velvet walls and seeking that one spot he knows would leave you a mess in his lap.

“There it is,” he mumbles when you let out a particularly loud moan, smirking against your mouth. “You’re so responsive today, aren't you?”

He’s only met with a mewl in return.

One digit soon turns into two and then three, stuffed knuckle deep in your pussy as he fucks you with them, ensuring that he was brushing right over your g-spot with every stroke, even letting you grind down against his hand. Yuuji wasn’t truly focused on what he was doing, but rather completely and utterly enamored by your face, the way your body moved, the little expressions of pleasure you made each time he made you feel good - the way you’d lick your lips then part them to let out another sweet moan for him, how your brows would furrow just the slightest when he rubs your clit. Every little thing about you left him awed.

Something in his chest stirs. Fuck.

This can’t be good.

“You’re clenchin’ round me,” Yuuji whispers against the shell of your ear, making you shiver against him, curling your body closer to his until your breasts were pressing against his chest. “You gonna be real good and cum for me? Hm?”

As much as you wanted to say something the words die right on the tip of your tongue when he rubs your clit in harsh, tight circles, winding your body up even further. Your muscles tighten, your body growing stiffer as your orgasm approaches. All that you can do is nod desperately, your breaths coming out as nothing more than short pants. In, out. In, out. Blood rushes through your ears, briefly drowning out the sweet encouragement dripping from Yuuji’s lips as he pushes you headfirst into a blinding high.

At first, your entire body goes rigid, and then you collapse against him as pleasure drowns you in unending waves, ecstasy burning through your veins in a white-hot fire, setting your body alight.  Yuuij doesn’t slow the pace of his fingers, nor his thumb on your clit, forcing you to ride out your high and only heightening your sensitivity, swallowing your moans with a flurry of heated kisses, keeping your shaking body secured against his own with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.

“I’ve got you. Never letting go of you…”

It’s only when you push at his wrist and whine against his mouth that he finally slows his pace, pulling his soaked digits from your fluttering cunt and popping them between his lips to taste. Your eyes are dazed, unfocused, and twinkling as you watch him savor the taste of you on his tongue, and fuck, you look as pretty as ever as a post-orgasmic glow settles over you.

For a long, while soft pants and heated breaths fill the silence, the fog in your mind slowly dissipates as you come down from your high. Yuuji is transfixed, watching you as if it were the first time he made you come. Only when you tug at his shirt, inching it upwards, does he snap back to reality.

“I don’t think I can fuck you tonight.”

“What?” you breathe. Your stunned expression gives away more of your surprise than you would've liked to, but when it came to Yuuji it was hard to hide anything. When he doesn’t answer you pull back to look at him with a puzzled expression, repeating yourself.

He’s conflicted, more than he's ever been in his life, his brows drawn together until a crease formed between them, his lips pulled into a tight, thin line. He’s no longer focused on your face, his head tipped forward so he could avoid your expression. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t.”

“Yuuji-”

He uncurls your arms from around him before you can even pester him with more questions, the bed dipping as he gets to his feet, adjusting his clothes. Even in the darkness of the room, he can see the panic setting into your eyes as you scramble to sit up, ready to reach out for him, a plea sitting on the tip of your tongue.

He steps back. He's in too deep already, and tonight had been the finalization of his feelings for you. This arrangement had been doomed from the start, but for your sake, he wanted to try. After all, he would do anything and everything for you, to keep you happy. His chest tightens uncomfortably as if someone was squeezing at his heart.

“Yuuji…” He hates how soft his name sounds coming from you.

He’s already halfway out the window when he whispers into the night, “Keeping this up would be like walking around with a bullet in my chest. I’m sorry… You can find someone else to fuck you.”

The night swallows him whole, his figure disappearing into only darkness as the void in your chest grows, it expands as far as the ends of the galaxy — a star threatening to implode.

kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 5: a date

You made pleasant casual conversation with Bokuto as you two walked down a main sidewalk. You looked into the windows of shops as you passed, eyeing all sorts of new fashion and gadgets.

"Here we are!" he loudly interrupted the somewhat peaceful conversation you had been having. The two of you faced an average sized shop.

The sign outside of the shop read 'Onigiri Miya'. You thought back to meeting Atsumu today. Maybe it was a coincidence that the shop was named so similarly to the man, but it was strange to have no relation.

A little bell dinged when the two of you walked in. There was only a few people scattered at tables in the restaurant. When you went up to the counter, you felt a strange feeling of familiarity as you made eye contact with the man behind the counter: a near exact replica of Atsumu.

Bokuto, of course, began with his signature 'hey hey hey!', while you giggled at his funny quirk. That didn't stop you from looking back at the carbon copy of Atsumu.

"Look who it is, whaddya want?" clearly the man knew Bokuto, as he looked at him. He felt another pair of eyes on him and looked to you, and his demeanor slightly changed, "or anything for you miss?".

You chuckled at his change in attitude but went silent when Bokuto put his arm around your shoulder. You eyed him and noticed the change in the look on his face. It was similar to the one he had made when you interacted with Atsumu earlier. He subconsciously squeezed your shoulder as you looked the menu over, before finally deciding what you wanted. Your date ordered as well, and you looked around for places you could sit.

The two of you sat down at a table towards the back corner of the shop, to try and have some semblance of privacy. Your mind was still elsewhere, on the man behind the counter.

"That's Osamu, Atsumu's twin brother", he explained to you. It seemed that he had noticed your confusion.

"That makes sense" you responded. It then made sense to you on why Atsumu had preferred you call him by his first name despite not even knowing him. He was probably used to everyone calling him that to not confuse him and his twin. You found Osamu very handsome (which I guess by association means you find Atsumu attractive too? But do you get what I'm saying when you find him in particular attractive), but not as much so as the man sitting in front of you. You would have to remember to ask if you could call him by his first name as well.

"He actually reminds me of Sakusa's siblings. Honestly, that whole family can seem a little cold, but once you get to know them you see how they really are" you were surprised to learn that Sakusa had siblings.

"He has siblings?" you questioned.

"Yeah, so does Hinata. He has a little sister. I have sisters too" he said excitedly, thinking about his siblings. You remembered back to the bar, when he had said that he would want someone to do the same thing for his sisters if they were in your situation.

"They're both older than me, but we've always been really close. I hope you get to meet them someday" he gazed into your eyes. Your heartbeat fastened and you felt your hands become a little sweatier than before. He grabbed your hands from across the small table as the two of you slowly leaned in. You were absolutely ready to finally kiss the handsome man in front of you. Your eyes shut when-

"No PDA in my shop please and thank you" Osamu interrupted with your two bowls of (whatever you ordered). Bokuto's hair quite literally deflated at the ruined moment but the smell of his food quickly distracted him. You had to snap out of the intense emotions you were experiencing, and reel over the fact you almost just kissed a mega-hot volleyball star.

"Enjoy" Osamu said before making his exit. Bokuto had already dug in, and you decided it was time to try it. You weren't disappointed, and you weren't at all surprised to hear from Bokuto that food had always been a passion for Osamu. It was clear that he put a lot of heart into his meals.

Before you knew it, both of your bowls were empty and you had more casual conversation to get to know each other even more. You even had debates about different movies, like if Heathers was actually better than Mean Girls. It was all exciting, playful, and fun. You loved talking with him and couldn't help but imagine if you got to have this kind of conversation around a dinner table with him every night. It was just very domestic.

After the bill had been paid (Bokuto absolutely insisted on paying, and you let him on the condition that you would return the favor some time), the two of you still lingered at the table, not wanting your time together to end. That was when Bokuto suddenly spoke.

"I have somewhere I want to take you" he said. He offered you his hand. Yet again, he was being slightly secretive with his plans and where he wanted to take you. It didn't matter to you though; you trusted him completely. You took his hand and went with him to your next destination.