Something Is Getting Stuffed And I Dont Think Its Cream Puffs

Something is getting stuffed and I don’t think it’s cream puffs 🥁🥁

omg something with baker armin, he’s so cute

⊹˚ vaginal sex, riding, oral (m), you own a flower shop! that’s all i think 🧍🏾‍♀️

baker armin who brought you a pretty flower cake as a welcome gift for being his shops neighbor

baker armin who would randomly pop up at your flower shop to see you sorting through all of the different flowers and would secretly stare at you

baker armin who gave you free pastries whenever you stoped by to say hi

baker armin who finally got the courage to ask you out for a milkshake. he was a stuttering mess; but you found it so cute how you made him nervous

baker armin who kept wiping his hands against his jeans in nervousness. he watched you sip the thick delicacy not know how to start up a conversation

baker armin who once you brought up marvel couldn’t stop telling his love for spider man, he would show you all of the his spider posters, and books, even the cute action figures he had gotten

baker armin who politely asked if you wanted to watch a movie at his apartment. he guided you in the pretty place that smelled heavily of sweets

baker armin who kissed you softly as an random movie play in the background. his hands started to roam you body, rubbing softly over your ass nervously but when you moaned it all went away

baker armin who made you ride him while looking into his eyes. his hands held onto your love handles guiding you up and down his dick, his hair a mess and lips red form the excessive biting

baker armin who told you how much of a slut you were for him. he told you that you were his and how he was gonna filling your pussy so much that everyone else knew it too

baker armin who only let you cum by telling him how you were his girlfriend. he kept stopping whenever he felt you clench tightly around him, and resumed his rough thrust back when your high went down. just like he expected, as your pussy creamed, your voice screamed you were his

baker armin that now you guys are together makes you come to his shop after hours to teach you how to bake. but somehow it always ends up with you on your knees, throat bulging with his dick as he mixed the yellow cake batter

Alexa, play Love Language by SZA 🥰

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(Nsfw) Time of the Year

Characters: Tighnari x fem!Reader

Warnings: (n)sfw -- minors dni!!!, Tighnari is insatiable, he's a fennec fox during mating season-- do the math lol (breeding, knotting, a little manhandling), little dacryphillia, hair pulling, reader is implied to be a fellow forest watcher and has a vision, bit of a long set up (pwp?), NOT PROOF READ, i kinda...blacked out when i wrote this LMAO

WC: ~3.4k words

There were many things about Tighnari that intrigued you. How a hybrid like him came around was the major one-- you had only seen one other hybrid like him before and that was General Gorou all the way in Inazuma.

His mannerisms also caught your eye-- the constant grooming of his tail and the nesting habits where he'd hoard all the warm blankets in his abode. While endearing, it never failed to earn your attention and curious stares.

What you really wanted to understand was where exactly your fearless leader went during the entire month of January and February. During all the years you were under his instruction as a forest watcher, without fail, Tighnari would be on a leave of absence from January 1st until the end of February. March 1st would roll around and there he was, picking up his responsibilities as if he wasn't gone for two months.

When you inquired about it to the others, they'd brush it off and dance around the subject. Some would scold you for being too curious while others would bluntly say it wasn't your business. And maybe it wasn't-- if it was crucial for everyone to know, Tighnari would've made sure everyone knew.

Too bad you were always determined to find the answer to your deepest questions.

After a long day of exploring Avidya Forest and clearing out any withering zones, you longed to take a nice relaxing bath and sink into your bed as you escape to dreamland. Tasks had gotten a tad harder recently with Tighnari gone, but everyone managed to make do, especially thanks to you and Collei assisting with your visions.

"That Tighnari...I wonder how he's doing," you mumble under your breath as you make your way back to your hut. You just finished taking a bath as evident from the dull drip drip of the water falling from your hair. You stop at the intersection between everyone's huts and you look down the path to Tighnari's.

"I didn't see him leave the forest. Maybe he's still here?" The desire to check if your leader creeps into your brain. You recall everyone's hesitance to explain Tighnari's absence and without thinking, your legs carry you down the path to his home.

His closed door greets you, and there's a sign hanging from the hook. It reads, 'Do not Disturb-- Please Come Back March 1'. You click your tongue in frustration. Why on earth would you request an absence and still stay here in the forest?

You raise your fist to knock on the door, the desire to ignore all warnings stronger than ever. It hovers right in front of the door, and no matter how much you seem to want to knock on the door, you can't bring yourself to do so. You let out a defeated sigh, letting your hand drop to your side.

"Let's not be an ass. I'm sure Tighnari has his reasons. We can always ask him later." Despite your aching curiosity, you decide to respect Tighnari's privacy, and you turn on your heel to leave. Before you can leave though, a loud groan catches your attention. It sounds pained, and you whip your head back around towards the door.

"Tighnari...? Are you okay?" you call out to him, concern lacing your voice. Silence fills the air, and you almost move away, convinced you misheard the sound in the first place. Another groan sounds from behind the door, and it sounds more strangled this time. Instincts kick in, and you immediately grab the doorknob, twisting it as you walk in.

You take time to let your eyes refocus on the sudden burst of light in your eyes, nearly blinded by it. When your vision clears, your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.

Tighnari is propped up against his couch, limbs sprawled out as if they're made of jello. His face is flushed and his bangs cling to his head from the sweat that's dripping down his face. His usually bright and focused eyes have taken on a glazed look, and his pupils have contracted, giving him a more animalistic look. What really catches your eyes are his clothes, or rather-- his lack of clothes.

The hybrid has stripped down bare in the middle of the room, his clothes strewn around in a haphazard way. You're unable to fully react to the sight of him gingerly palming his erect cock. It stands up straight, blushing a bright red at the tip. Precum leaks from the head, smearing around the shaft from his languid motions. He lazily turns his gaze to you, a small glimmer of recognition shining in his eyes.

"Y/n...what are you doing here?" he manages to breathe out. He doesn't stop his hand, letting out a quiet whimper when he presses down hard on his sensitive length. You can feel your brain short-circuit as you stumble over your words, trying to form an excuse for the invasion of privacy.

"I-I heard you groan and I thought you were in pain, so I thought I'd come in," you explain, and you can't help the fact that your gaze lowers, once again entranced by the sight of Tighnari touching himself. You weren't blind-- Tighnari was a handsome man. His personality was welcoming, and his features were easy on the eyes. You weren't the only person to have felt this way, and the sight of such an attractive man pleasuring himself, almost pathetically, sends a tingling sensation down to your core, and you feel yourself grow damp.

Tighnari catches on easily, the scent of your blooming arousal sends his mouth watering. He can't help his more animalistic urges-- no matter how much he tried. You see, he had also found you attractive, and the first year that he had a rut with you as a ranger, he nearly tore off the head of one of the male rangers who flirted with you. Unaware of your feelings for him, he opted to instead request a leave of absence. Two months out of the year he'd be gone, and then he'd come back perfectly fine, and you would be unaware that you were the reason for his choice of isolation.

However, smelling your arousal and recognizing the signs of want, of desire as your gaze remains steady on his weeping dick, he knew that the feelings were mutual. A fire was lit in his stomach, and any feebleness he felt from the onslaught of hormones washed away as he adjusts himself to sit up properly. His hand remains on his shaft, switching to a pumping motion.

"Are you getting off to seeing your leader a lewd mess? I didn't take you for that type of person," he teases, and he grits his teeth, a shock of pleasure shooting up his spine with the squeeze of his hand. You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and you finally manage to peel your gaze away from the angry dick, choosing to find the ceiling more interesting.

"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave right away. Forget you saw anything. I'll-"

"Forget I saw anything?" Tighnari laughs, and your legs feel like lead. His laugh is incredulous-- and you don't blame him. How does one just forget the sight of their subordinate walking in on them jacking off?

"The fact that you didn't run out of here leads me to believe that you find me attractive and that the sight of me pathetically trying to get myself off turns you on. Am I wrong?" He's not, by any means, and the growing wetness between your legs is further proof of that.

"Why don't we help each other out?" He suggests, watching you through his long lashes.

The air is thick with sexual tension as you both stare at each other. Despite his exposed position, Tighnari holds all the power. He's giving you an out, and you can tell he's genuine. You could just run out of his home, and pretend the situation never happened. But the yearning inside you is too high. You've desired a chance like this ever since you joined the Forest Rangers. And of course, you were curious.

What was it like to fuck a hybrid?

✦✧✦✧

Exhausting. That was your answer. The moment you gave Tighnari his approval, he pounced on you. His claws made quick work of your clothes as he flung them around the room. You barely had time to react before his mouth latched onto one of your breasts, his hot tongue painting shapes on your skin. You keen at his touch, whines and moans tumbling out your lips as he leaves love bites all over your chest.

Alternating between the two, his mouth suckles on your nipples, painting drool and spit coating your breasts. When Tighnari pulls away, they feel sore and you hiss as the air feels cool in contrast to the warm saliva and the heat that rushes to the surface of your skin.

He wastes no time as he pulls you into the desired position, his animalistic strength making it easy to get you on your hands and knees. Clawing at your ass, he bites his tongue and hisses as he catches sight of the slick gathering on your inner thighs.

"I won't have to waste time prepping you. Good, because I don't want to wait any longer." Your cunt clenches around nothing, and you whine in anticipation. In an attempt to hurry him, you wiggle your hips to entice him. All that earns you is a harsh slap to your ass, and you yelp in surprise. The fox kneads the skin soothingly, as if in apology before lining his dick with your entrance.

The tip kisses your folds, splitting them apart as some of your essence coats the head. He nearly cums right there, his nerves lighting up like fireworks at the warm feeling of your slick coating his cock. He manages to restrain himself, just enough to give more instructions.

"The safe word is 'bloom'. I intend to have you as I please and I won't stop until I'm satisfied. Even if that means you can't hold yourself up." You clench again, this time catching his tip and he nearly crumbles. "If you need me to stop, you will have to say it. I will not stop unless you say 'bloom.' Do you understand?" he manages to finish.

Why on earth you would ever stop him from ravaging you is beyond you, but you appreciate the communication. You nod and wiggle your hips again, taking on a desperate tone to your voice.

"Hurry up and give me a reason to use that safe word, 'Nari."

Like lighting a match, his restraint burns away and his grip on you becomes bruising. In one smooth push, he fully sheathes himself inside you, hissing at how tight and warm you feel around his cock. The sudden intrusion has you trembling and you almost fall over. Your cunt is quick to grow wetter in an attempt to provide more lube. The stretch is mind-numbing, and you whine pathetically as he brings you to the hilt. You feel something slightly bulbous push against your folds, and your mind scrambles to try to make sense of it.

You don't have time to focus on the sensation, and moans slip between your lips as Tighnari slowly pulls his cock out, only leaving just the tip in. The emptiness you feel is hallowing, and you realized you've already become addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you. He doesn't leave you dissatisfied for long, thrusting back into you shortly after.

He picks up a steady rhythm, pulling you back against him with each thrust. You sob with each thrust, digging your nails into your palms. Every time he pulls out, he catches sight of his cock coated in your juices from your sopping pussy. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, and he bites back a growl that reverberates in his chest. After years of only being able to get off with his own hand, he'll never go back. Hearing your squeals and watching the way that your essence drips out around his length with each thrust was intoxicating, and he can't get enough.

His thrusts get more violent, his clawed hands digging more into your hips, you find yourself struggling to keep yourself propped up on your hands. Heavy balls slap against your clit, adding extra stimulation that makes your cunt squeeze around Tighnari's cock deliciously. He snarls in your ears with each squeeze, your reactions spurring him on to continue his assault on your dripping heat.

"T-Tighnari...p-please, slow down..c-can't," you plead, slightly turning your head to gaze at him with bleary eyes. Your cheeks are flushed, heat radiating off of your body, and drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to meet his gaze. You flinch at his unwavering stare, and let out a squeal when he reaches one of his hands up to place it on your back between your shoulders.

"Are you going to say the safe word?" he questions, slowing down his thrusts. His gaze remains unchanged but you can hear concern sewn into his words. He's offering you another out. As much as it hurts, you didn't want to slow down anytime soon. You've wanted him for as long as you've worked with him and there was no way you were going to stop halfway. You shake your head, clamping your mouth shut. That's all the permission he needs before he gives a forceful shove and pushes you down onto the floor, forcing your body into a deep arch and your head to the floor as you let out a pornographic moan.

"If you can't hold yourself up, just lie there and take it. I won't have my fill for a while," he hisses out, the edge in his voice coming back. He continues his previously brutal pace,

The new angle has you feeling him so much more, and you swear he's able to fuck into you deeper. His name rolls off your tongue in chants as you press yourself against the floor, submitting to the position you've been forced into. A new burn aches through your body from the harsh angle but the way that Tighnari's cock bullies itself into your cunt brings pleasure crashing down in its wake.

The feeling of a coil tightening in your stomach grows, and as it grows tighter and tighter, your vision blurs as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your moans dry into pathetic whimpers, stifled by the rubbing of your face against the hardwood floor. The friction stings, causing tears to well up in your eyes, much to Tighnari's delight.

" 's too much, hm? Are you crying because you can't take it? I told you I wouldn't be nice," he mocks, slowing down his pace to a more intentional one, sharp thrusts rutting against that spongy spot in your walls. You wail at the new pace, missing the vigor behind Tighnari's thrust but craving the grinding of his dick against that sensitive spot.

" 'm gonna cum...'nari, I'll cum!" you whine, gathering all the strength you can to try and push your body up, hoping to be able to meet his thrusts. Sharp pain rings through your head as Tighnari grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back, causing you to yelp. Your back is pressed against his chest, and he quickly adjusts his hand so his arm wraps around your torso to hold you upright.

Your breathing picks up as gravity forces you to drop down on his cock at a more direct angle, and more pathetic sobs slip off your tongue. He bucks his hips up, forcing you to bounce in his lap. His knot, now rising and more shapely kisses your folds, parting them more and more with each thrust. The wet slaps of skin against skin, the splats of your fluids dripping onto the floor-- you've become hyperaware of the erotic scene unfolding around you. Something damp and fuzzy wraps around your leg and presses against your clit, and that coil inside starts to tighten more. You manage to spare a glance and whine when you realize that Tighnari's tail has started rubbing against your sensitive nub.

"Go on, cum. Cum all over me," he commands, and your body listens without hesitation. Loud, purely pornographic wails fill the room as you gush all over Tighnari's cock. He groans into the crook of your neck, melting at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. He almost gets swept up by the sensation, nearly cumming inside you. But he instead bites down on your unblemished skin in an attempt to ground you, and you arch your back from the pain of his canines digging into you.

Your vision dots with white, and you feel you curl your toes in pure euphoria. The crashing waves of your orgasm keep rolling, powered by the persistent stroking of your captain's tail stroking your clit. In a brief moment of clarity, that fact rings bells in your head: your captain. Your superior. You just came on your superior's dick. There was no coming back from this. Your relationship with Tighnari has changed, for better or for worse. A twinge of worry shoots down your spine, culling your orgasm almost instantly. But you don't have time to dwell on your fears-- a sharp bite to your jaw brings you back to reality.

"Don't think I'll let you go just yet. We still have plenty of the rest of the month to go," Tighnari scolds under his breath, and you squeal as you come back to the fact that you're still bouncing on his cock, taking all of it, inch by inch, with little resistance. Your cheeks darken when you glance down at the growing puddle of milky fluids underneath the two of you.

You can feel the head of his dick swell, and you realize he's about to cum. Tighnari's tightening grip and more erratic groans are all you need for confirmation. Crescent moons form on your hips as his claws dig in drawing a little blood. You can barely focus on the increasing pace, gasping every time he bottoms out fully inside you. His knot pops in and out, the only shred of resistance despite the copious amounts of essence dripping everywhere.

The faint, reasonable part of your mind is screaming at you to ask him to pull out, to cum on any part of your body that wasn't your pussy. The more prominent, more needy, and desperate part was far louder-- you craved to feel his cum inside you. You don't know if a hybrid can get a regular human pregnant, and a part of you wants to find out. A risk that results in Tighnari's warm cum filling you up? You clench at the thought and he growls in appreciation.

His thrusts get sloppier, more intent on slamming your hips down against his in an attempt to catch his knot. His efforts are initially fruitless, his knot just barely slipping out. With one rather harsh thrust though, he manages to force it in with a wet pop, and you keen as you both cum at the same time. The tightness of your cunt aids in keeping his knot plugged inside you as he cums.

It's warm and thick and flows inside you like a turret. Tighnari continues to bite and tug at your neck, lapping up any blood that spills when he breaks the skin. Your mind goes blank, and you feel like you're floating on clouds. His cum leaves you feeling warm and full, and you feel limp as you rest against him.

A few moments of stillness pass, and as you feel your strength return, you try to shift to get off. Tighnari is quick to grab your waist and keep you still, letting out a warning growl.

"Don't. Move. Not done yet." A shiver runs down your spine and you manage to voice out your confusion.

"Done..? But you came..and," you trail off, too embarrassed to discuss the literal knot inside you. He chuckles at this, and slides a hand down to palm your overstimulated bud, causing you to whimper in protest.

"I told you-- we have the rest of the month. I'm not finished with you yet." He lowers his voice to barely above a whisper, his next sentence making your stomach flip.

"By the time I'm through, I'll make sure you have a kit or two inside you."

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bakugou x reader

summary - life as kirishima's roommate is good. like, 90% of the time. smut hurt comfort, it's valentines day. this is a repost of my first fic ever. soft kiribaku poly ending. praise, degredation, choking manhandling rough sex aftercare.

Kirishima was a good roommate. That’s what you reminded yourself. He paid his rent on time, cleaned up after himself, and was polite and kind. Kirishima wasn’t the problem. You were working late, again, on your laptop trying to organize data on a spreadsheet in a way that told the right story. You glanced at the clock with a sigh. 8:14PM, on Valentines Day. Ugh. Your phone lit up.

Kirishima: working late again?

You: yeah

Kirishima: okay well I picked up your favorite tea for you when I went out this morning. It’s in the kitchen

Kirishima: they work you too hard :( it’s a holiday!!!

You: you are the sweetest

Kirishima: you can take a break every once and a while!!! Relax a little.

You sigh. It’s not like living with a sweet pro hero on the rise didn’t have its perks. You padded softly down the hallway in bare feet, now certain that the problem would be waiting for you in the kitchen. Your suspicions were confirmed when you found him, so comfortable he could have owned the place, tall and blonde, his smartphone almost comically small in his large hands. He grunts a greeting to you and you nod, determined to ignore him. He seems to have other ideas.

“Shouldn’t you ask me how my day was or something?” You go to the cabinet and answer with your back to him.

“That’s not information I was planning on collecting.” You glance over your shoulder. “Where’s Kirishima?” Bakugou snorts a laugh.

“Idiot got slimed at work today. He’s in the shower.” You nod slowly, opening the cabinet. There it is, your favorite lavender chamomile tea, at the center of the highest shelf, much closer to the ceiling than it is to the counter. Bakugou watches you struggle with an amused half smile. You start by rocking up onto the balls of your feet, doing a little jump to try and reach the box, unintentionally making a soft high pitched grunt as you exert yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, hard, and turn around, meeting his condescending smirk. He flashes you a pair of scarred palms, he wasn’t going to help you if you didn’t ask. You huff haughtily and drag over a stool. Bakugou watches you climb on it, tucking his phone in his pocket and staring at your ass as if this was the most entertaining show on television. You’re kneeling on the stool, and it’s rocking back and forth underneath you on the uneven kitchen tile when you turn around and glare at him. He gives you a guileless smile.

“Need something, princess?”

“No.” You say quickly and go back to trying to reach the box, aware of how the large t-shirt you were wearing would ride up when you stretched, exposing probably a little more of your upper thigh and tiny shorts than you wanted. Goddamnit. You were still, about an inch away from being able to reach the tea. Bakuogu loses patience now, coming up behind you and lifting you unceremoniously by the waist, letting you snatch the box of tea, and then setting you down so that you were sitting on the counter in front of him. Pain blooms on your ribs from the tightness of his grip. He was close, too close, uncomfortably close. You could count the freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose, close.

“Whaddya say?” He rumbles in a deep growl, hands moving down from your waist, lightly trailing your silhouette until they reached the bare skin of your thighs. Your mouth goes dry.

“Thank you.” You say quickly, a pink blush dusting your cheeks. He smirks.

“Not what I was lookin’ for.” You roll your eyes and he firmly catches your chin, holding your attention on him. “Try again,” He coos condescendingly.

“Bakugou let me down!” you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grip, pulling on his wrist, but he doesn’t release your face, his other hand pins your leg to the counter.

“Not till ya thank me properly.” You scowl at him.

“Thank you, Bakugou.” You say coldly. He shakes his head.

“I dunno how you’re not gettin’ this. Are ya stupid or somethin’?” You sigh angrily.

“What, what is it you want me to say, you sick fuck.” You think maybe he’ll get angry and release you but instead, he seems to find your annoyance comical. He lets go of your face with a chuckle. You push on his hard chest and he laughs harder, moving backward, letting you slide off the counter.

“Nothin’ like that.” He says when he’d composed himself, as you fill your teakettle with water, your back to him. “I was just thinkin’ since I did a heroic thing, you could say thank you Dynamight.” You set the kettle on the stove.

“Thank you, Dynamight.” You say quietly. “You’re a real dick, you know that?” He watches you light the stove.

“Heard that a few times.” He admits. “But that’s not what you think of me, is it?” You turn around.

“It is actually.”

“Hmmmm,” He rumbles thoughtfully. “Don’t think so.” You nod emphatically.

“Definitely.” He smirks.

“And what have I done,” he makes his way around the island so that he’s standing right in front of you, “To make you say such a nasty fuckin’ thing, huh?” You swallow nervously, but you plant your feet on the tile. This was your chance.

“You-you come over all the time,” you say quickly, “You’re always here, and whenever you do you rearrange all the things I have in the kitchen and I can’t find the things I need.” He nods.

“Didja consider that maybe you have your cabinets organized wrong?”

“No.” You say plaintively. “They’re my cabinets, and I liked the way they were before.”

“Didja consider how fucken cute you get when you’re all riled up like this?” You blink at him in shock. “It’s adorable. Come on.” He growls. “Stomp one of those pretty little feet.” Your hands ball into fists. “I can see why shitty hair likes you so much.” That makes you stop in your tracks and wince. You knew Kirishima had a kind of puppy dog crush on you, but you’d chosen to ignore it. “Yeah but he’s not really your type, though, is he?” You’re not sure when Bakugou got so close to you again. “Not that you make it easy on any of us,” he leans down to growl in your ear, delighting in the goosebumps that erupt on your neck. “Walkin’ round here in those tiny little shorts.” He lifts you again, gently by the waist this time, sitting you back on the counter so that you’re eye level with him. “Lookin’ so fucken good, all the time,” and then his mouth is buried in your neck, you gasp, you can’t help it, the blood rushes to your face, “Think if I removed the huge stick from your ass,” he breathes in your ear, “I’d be doin’ everyone a favor.” He pushes right against the counter and you can feel his tongue and teeth just above your collarbone.

“Ahh, I,” you get out and he groans.

“Don’t worry, princess.” he breathes in your ear and you moan, “I’m gonna turn off that overactive brain of yours for a little bit, huh?” And then his lips crash against yours, his huge warm hands roaming your back and then moving lower to squeeze your ass and your thighs. His tongue swipes your lips and you open your mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He laughs into your mouth and then pulls away. “Thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t.” You breathe, but it’s getting harder to believe as your face flushes and you reach for him, taking a fistful of his soft t-shirt and pulling him back to you, cupping his face in your hands. He squeezes your ass again, kneading it almost painfully, then one hand moves slowly, too slowly, between your legs, lifting up the hem of your oversized t-shirt, fingertips brushing the soft inside of your thighs. He doesn’t stop there, though hands ghosting the skin underneath your shirt until they reach your chest, finding your nipples easily, palming them through your soft bralette, and then pinching them hard enough so that you gasp into his open mouth. The sound of your own voice, already so debauched, already so high and soft, reminds you of what you’re doing, in your own kitchen, and you don’t even like Bakugou, do you? It’s getting harder to tell when he’s everywhere, pulling your body flush against his own, when you can feel his cock, hard through his grey sweatpants. You reach for the rational, for a moment of clarity.

“Ba-bakugou,” You stutter, and he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, where he was planting a rough open mouth kiss that you’re certain will bloom into a purple bruise.

“What?” He snaps, and you can’t remember what you were going to say, you can only stare into his eyes. He searches your face, eyes flicking from your swollen plush lips to your red cheeks. “No thinking.” He orders decisively, going back to your neck, flicking his soft velvety tongue over your sensitive skin, followed by a hard bite that makes you gasp again. “Quiet.” He growls. “Are ya that pent up,” he lifts his head again, “That you can’t even handle-” You kiss him, hungrily, desperately, maybe he was right, how long had it been, since you felt touched like this, since you felt wanted like this? Maybe that’s why you find yourself lifting his shirt over his head, and kissing him harder, running your hands over his muscled chest, littered with raised scars. You don’t even flinch when he pulls you down off the counter, reaching a hand between your legs, the other hooked around your waist. He shoves you up against the refrigerator as he circles your clit with one finger, delighting in how it makes you jump, and then arch your back, your eyes opening quickly and then closing slowly. “Look at me.” He says, it comes out hitched and desperate but you obey immediately and he watches your pupils dilate as you whimper, expertly wringing wave after wave of pleasure from you. Your soft, sweet hiccupping gasp when he slips a finger inside of you drives him insane,

“Oh,” you moan, eyes closing again, “Fuck, Bakugou”

“Did you really come in here and climb on that stool with no fuckin’ panties on? Dirty goddamn slut.” He spits the last word as he pumps in and out of you, scissoring his fingers a little. You don’t answer, you can’t, because he’s just pressed up against that fleshy spot inside of you, the one your fingers aren’t quite long enough to reach and he watches as you tremble, as your eyes become glossy and unfocused, your soft, wet lips part.

“Oh,” you gasp, “’m gonna cum.” He laughs harshly.

“You aren’t.” You blink up at him in surprise.

“Can’t help it!” You whine. “‘M gonna.”

“No.” He snarls. “You wanna be a good girl for me, right princess?” You nod emphatically, delirious from the pleasure.

“Yes, wanna be a good girl for you.” You get out. “Please, please let me cum, please I wanna,” you press your forehead to his chest and keep mumbling, and this display of submission awakens something feral inside of him, “Wanna so badly, ‘m so close-”

“Good girls cum on their daddy’s cocks.” He snarls at you and you look up at him sharply, for a moment he wonders if he pushed you too far but then your hands are fumbling with the drawstring on his sweatpants. “Easy, easy,” he says, and you whimper when he withdraws his hand from you, but he rips off your shorts and steps out of his pants almost as quickly. His hard cock springs loose from his dark green boxers, and it’s so pretty, long and thick, hooked upwards, you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it dripping with precum, the tip of it purple with need. He follows your gaze with a satisfied smirk. “Think you can take it all?” You look up at him, wide eyed.

“Yes, daddy, I want-” but that’s all you get out before he practically knocks the wind out of you lifting you back up on the counter and easing inside you, it takes every ounce of self-control he has, to wait until you stretch to accommodate him, groaning loudly at how soft and warm you are.

“So fuckin’ tight, princess,” He breathes.

“Oh, oh my god.” Your eyes widen as he starts to thrust inside of you, slowly at first and then picking up speed, “”m gonna,”

“Go ahead slut, come on,” he goads, “Cum all over my fucking cock,” You lean forward and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as your release overcomes you, white-hot pleasure ripping through the core of your body, before then, you’d been biting down on your moans, conscious of your roommate, of your neighbors. But you lose all control now, and you cry out his name like a prayer as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ve had in years. Bakugou groans loudly as you clench around him, feeling your inner walls flutter, “Good fucking girl,” he snarls, watching your eyes roll back in your head as you slump into his chest. You barely feel him move you, but as your vision clears you realize you’re standing on your tiptoes bent over the counter, legs trembling. He pounds into you and you cry out, reaching for something to brace yourself with, fumbling for the backsplash, the edge of the counter, anything. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your back into a harsh arch.

“Oh my god,” you get out, “Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Yeah,” you can feel his smirk, “Am I your fuckin’ god? Tell me how it feels.” He commands and you obey, babbling praise incoherently

“So so good, daddy,” you moan, “You feel so good, don’t stop, don’t stop please, I need it,” He pulls your hair back, lifting you off the counter as he fucks you harder, leaning down to growl in your ear.

“Who makes you feel this fucking good huh? Who is it, bitch?”

“You daddy,” you chant, feeling a second orgasm building inside of you, that coil in your stomach begins to tighten. He feels you clench around him.

“Gonna cum again, huh slut?” He slaps your ass hard. “Who’s pussy is this?” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Whose tight fucking pussy is this, tell me, and then cum for me.” He rakes his nails down your back with his free hand, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

“It’s yours, it’s yours please, daddy,” you cry out. He grunts loudly,

“Come on princess,” He says, “Cum for me.” Your orgasm wracks your body, and your cunt clenches around him, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” He snarls, exploding inside of you, releasing your hair. He fucks you gently through his own release, listening to your soft mewls, watching you shudder under his hands. He swears, the teakettle behind him starts to whistle and he whirls around and turns the stove off, reluctantly leaving your warmth. He only leaves you for a second, you’re trembling, so he scoops you up and cradles your body to his. You snuggle unconsciously into his chest and he deposits you on the couch, wrapping you in a soft throw blanket. He leaves you there, for only a minute, coming back with a steaming mug of tea that he sets gently on a coaster. “C’mere.” He grunts, lifting you and settling you on his lap. “Now sleep.” He orders, reaching for the remote and turning the TV on. You lean against his bare chest, and suddenly you’re so embarrassed you could die, did you just- in your own kitchen? You start to squirm away from him and he anchors you to his chest. “Where the fuck are you going?” He asks angrily.

“Back to my room. To work.” you mumble, your face hot. He shakes his head.

“Why?” He looks annoyed. “I’m comfortable.”

“Bakugou-” He grins.

“Thought we settled on a new title for me princess,” You flush deeper.

“I am not calling you that.”

“How about just when we have sex?” You look at him, shocked.

“W-we are not doing that again!” You protest. “I don’t, Bakugou I don’t even like you.” His smirk only widens.

“Seems like you like me just fine.” You sit up, straddling him on the couch.

“I don’t I don’t like you.” You cross your arms. “You’re a jerk, and a bully, and whatever you can do with,” you gesture to his crotch, “That, doesn’t change that-” he takes you by the wrist and yanks, pulling you back down onto his chest.

“Just shut up, and let’s watch some TV okay?” You look at him, struggling futilely against his arms. “You work too much. Kirishima is worried about you.” You look at him in shock, frozen. “And uh,” he looks away, “I’m a little worried too. So take the night off. It’s already nine.”

“You uh, you’ve been worried? About me?” He rolls his eyes.

“DIdn’t I just fuckin’ say that, are you deaf or somethin’?” He sighs. “‘S’ppose I coulda asked you out or somethin’ but pushing all your buttons about the way you organize your cabinets seemed more…” he looks for the words. “Fun. Plus I knew I’d break ya down.”

“You were gonna ask me, um, ask me out?” Your eyes are wide, you push against his grip again and this time he lets you sit up. He looks away.

“Obviously.”

“Obviously?” You repeat, incredulous. “Obviously?!!!”

“Obviously?” He dramatically mimics you. “Yeah, you’re beautiful, and fuckin’ smart, and ambitious but you’ve got a stick up your ass a mile fuckin’ wide, so let me take care of that shit.” You blink at him, you’re stunned. “Finally, she doesn’t have anything to say.” he taunts you. “Now lay the fuck down and cuddle with me.” In shock, you obey, snuggling into his chest. “Was that so goddamn hard?” You feel something digging into your stomach.

“No, but you are.” You tease and he scowls at you.

“Brat.” he glances over his shoulder, you hear the shower turn off, and the sound of someone stepping on wet tile.

“Bakugou,” You hear him call down the hallway. “Are we gonna play…” He trails off when he sees you, tucked into his friends chest. “Oh.” he looks at the kitchen, observing the jars on the counter that Bakugou had left askew, in favor of cuddling you right away on the couch. “Did you two uh,” Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Get over here, stupid.” Kirishima goes redder than his hair. “She’s taking the night off.” You sit up a little.

“I am, c’mere.” Kirishima beams at you both, running over and lifting both of you off the couch and into his huge arms.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snaps, “Put me down.” Kirishima squeezes the two of you together.

“No!” You laugh breathlessly.

“Kiri, Kiri too hard.” He releases you onto the couch where Bakugou grumbles something about how he hates both of you. Kirishima joins you, and you lay with your legs in his lap, and your head in Bakugous.

“Happy Valentines Day!” Kirishima coos, massaging your thigh absentmindedly. You sigh. Bakugou is playing with your hair, detangling it with his fingers, careful not to pull.

“Happy Valentines Day,” you mumble, your eyes closed. “Maybe I could take a few days off, every once and a while.” You can physically feel Bakugou roll his eyes.

“MAYBE?”

“Hey, hey,” Kirishima cautions. “It’s progress.”

Curveballs.

Sukuna Ryoumen x Black Reader.

Summary: You've been trying to break into screen acting from theatre acting, and though everybody assures you your skills, dedication to the craft and commitment to working are definitely there, many agents are hesitant to take you on, something that's pissing you off to no end.

Until you meet Uraume, one of the more, uh, avant garde agents, and they promise to take you on, only on condition you agree to pretend to be the girlfriend of the most handsome, most talented, most arrogant, most insufferable long-term series actor Sukuna Ryoumen for a rom-com that's in the works. You know it will be successful and you know this is your big break, and you know you'll probably regret this a little, but who were you to refuse whatever curveballs life throws at you? After all, this life has no formula.

Please note: NSFW, under 19 DNI, smut, rough sex, gentle dom! Sukuna, fingering, oral (m receiving), acquaintances to friends to lovers, pretend dating to real dating, indirect exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation + praise kink combo, cream pie, anal play, fucking like animals, reader is black and fully horny, mutual pinning, dramatiques, both of you are possessive, the comedy is real.

A/N: Hello yes I am here once again for another collabo event. This time it's Isn't This Convenient? by @blkcupid featuring one of my fave husbands Sukuna. His chaos in the manga in recent chapters has influenced this a little but please enjoy.

WC: 7.2k words.

This was getting real old - and real embarrassing - real fast and you hated it.

Externally, your face was blank, even with your long Senegalese twists falling to cover the side of your head as you leaned down to sign the contract, a contract for three seasons as the love interest of the main character for a romantic comedy of all things. The pay was really good and the benefits were fantastic. The media tour would be fully funded even, something that was nearly unheard of in theatre. It would be the big break you had been looking for for the past four years.

You had even engaged independent, legal representation that specialised in long form television series who had looked through the contract and agreed it was a fantastic opportunity, so why were you feeling a type of way about it?

"Alright. This is absolutely superb! Thank you very much, Kyouraku-san. I know the terms are a little bit steep, but I can assure you Ryoumen-san will be elated to have you on board, so I'll go get his contract ready to give him some time to meet up with you so that you can strategize ahead, so that by the time he signs it and I take it to the executives things will be more or less steady at around the time script reading day rolls up."

Uraume, the primary reason of your predicament had a small smile on their face, their hands clasped together gently in front of their chest, their platinum blonde and plum red - stripped bob moving slightly with their head movement. You didn't know whether you wanted to strangle them or demand a national shrine in their honour.

"Oh I'm sure it's all going to be just peachy," you quipped back, voice retaining a slight sarcastic intonation despite your best efforts. If Uraume noticed they declined to comment on it, simply taking your contract back and sending one of their assistants to get you a copy. About ten minutes later had you leaving the studios back to your apartment to contemplate on the recent trajectory your life had taken.

There were curveballs and then there was whatever the fuck all of this was.

...

You were seated cross-legged on your couch, your twists falling around you as you stared at your curriculum vitae on your tablet. It did not require a picture, but you were looking at yourself, at your dark skin, your twists being held back by a bandana, your dark eyes smiling with your win red lips, your cheekbones curved up fully with the action.

You scrolled down, looking at your achievements. Your last four plays - all of them with you playing the female lead, despite the systematic and systemic odds stacked against you - earned record breaking sales. You were nominated for three awards, and even before that you still had jaw-dropping performances according to critics and fans (and haters, you thought, grinning sardonically). Everyone knew of your talent, skills and work ethic. You were a household name in theatre circles, so much so that your accolades were being whispered in executive rooms of the silver screen.

Still, it was incredibly difficult to break into actual television. You and everyone else knew why, of course.

Which is why when the friend of a friend of a cousin gave you Uraume's contact and told you to get some time to give them a call, you thought the worst that would happen was some new, creative, roundabout way to say no. But also, as one of your profound friends wisely stated, this life has no formula.

"As I'm sure you know, Ryoumen-san's last show was a little, hmm, controversial, to say the least, but its very contentious subject matter brought views, and once the views came, people realised that it was actually a very solid show, particularly the themes, which is why it went on for as long as it did," Uraume told you on your third meeting over coffee when they was trying to convince you to work with them on this. "Unfortunately, his co-star and partner at the time was more than a little dishonest, and Ryoumen-sana wasn't particularly amused about that, so he dumped him in the middle of the last season. He's been taking a break for the past eighteen or so months, but Ryoumen-sana is a one of a kind talent, and he absolutely loves acting. Anyone who has worked with him for a month knew it was only a matter of time before he returned to the scene. But some of these executives are still getting in cold sweats about his last performance. It stirred up quite the debate on explicit sexual content of same-sex relationships in mass visual media. But the critics and viewers alike absolutely loved it, and everyone will be ready to eat up whatever he appears in next."

Must be so nice to be so recognised in your field that you have everyone across the board in a chokehold. You were also pretty good, but you doubted you had the influence to grab professionals in your field by the balls like that.

"So when he got in touch with me and asked me to see if I can get him to do something a bit tamer so that 'everyone can get off his ass'" - you both chuckled here. "I was more than happy to help. There were a variety of ideas floating around, but I knew first hand he wouldn't be interested in any of them, until this opportunity arose. The catch with him was that he needed to be in a relationship with someone to do it, to reduce his chances of acting up, then I pointed out how absolutely none of that worked the last time he was in front of everyone's screens."

You nodded, sipping your second cup of coffee, finding yourself very much engrossed in this story. "Of course. You were his first agent after all, so it makes sense that you know him better than most in the industry."

Uraume made a tick in the air with their index finger. "Exactly. But it was a good premise, and I know he'd do absolutely phenomenally at it, so I called him and told him if I get him a lesser known actress who can keep up with his technical aptitude within six months he'd sign on. So, you are the actress in question. I know Ryoumen-san is a menace, but I'm sure you've got people whose judgement you trust in the industry, and as arrogant as he is, everyone agrees that it's justified, and I can assure you that he's going to be nothing but professional."

You contemplated on their words for a bit. You knew everything they were saying was true, and you also knew that this was literally the only chance you'd get. You knew Uraume could see your vision, knew you'd transition well from theatre to screen, because they had seen your plays and they were very impressed.

"Okay. But I'd like a draft of the contact to have a look at it and seek independent legal advice on it before I make a concrete decision." Your voice was firm, indicating there was no room for compromise. You did not like the smirk on their face when they agreed.

So now, here you were. What a time to be alive.

...

Surely it was eight thirty in the evening. Who the fuck was calling you?

You contemplated ignoring the call, but an instinct told you that this one was important, even if it was coming at this hour. It wasn't even a private call, so there was no need to be particularly suspicious. You sighed, adjusting your bonnet and finishing up your herbal tea.

"Hello?" At least your voice was polite.

"Evening. I take it I'm speaking to Yuuki Kyouraku?" That smooth, confident baritone drawl was sweet as honey in your ear, and you actively had to stop yourself from trembling. You never thought, at any point in your life, you'd ever hear that voice directed only to you.

"Speaking," you responded, voice slightly breathless.

"I'm Sukuna. Sukuna Ryoumen. I got your contact from Uraume, something about pretending to be in a relationship to get a new show going." He sighed, then paused, as if exasperated with the whole situation. "I must apologise for calling you this late, but can we schedule some time the rest of the week to get a milkshake or something? I'd just like to talk to you and plan this, whatever the fuck this is in detail so that we don't go into script reading looking like dumbasses."

It took you far longer than you would have liked that thee Sukuna Ryoumen had called you and was talking to you and he wanted to meet with you to discuss all things pertaining to working with you on a project.

"Can we do the day after tomorrow at about two in the afternoon? There's a really cute cafe that's opened up that I'd like to try. Can I drop you a pin on this number?" The Ancestors were single handedly holding your vocal cords together because the way your voice was light and casual no one would ever know you'd lost every last functional brain cell at that point in time.

"Perfect," he purred and you swallowed dryly, your tongue getting stuck on the roof of your mouth. "I look forward to seeing you then."

Oh boy.

...

You had been staring at yourself in the mirror for the past twenty or so minutes. Interestingly, you had changed your outfit only once the whole time. It's like you were looking for something wrong with it, but objectively there was nothing wrong.

In fact you were looking really hot, with a yellow flowy top, three quarter sleeves and reaching about an inch above your knees, showing generous but tasteful cleavage, black leggings and black boots. You had gold jewelery - hoop earrings, two rings on your fingers, some bangles on your left wrist and a necklace - and a yellow bag to match your top. You tied your twists up in a bun on your head and covered it in a yellow and black leso to complete the whole look.

In your bag you had your phone, your wet wipes, lip gloss, wallet and keys. You also made it a point to carry your tablet, just in case. You were due to meet him in the next hour and a half, and though you could not deny that you were excited, you were also a little nervous. Sukuna could be very intimidating because he had very high standards for his work and his colleagues - standards that he matched all the time without fail - and you decided you did not want to disappoint.

You made it a point to get to the café about half an hour before your designated meeting time. You ordered for a milkshake and some waffles and then started goofing off on your tablet. It seemed like a very short time later when instinctively, your head perked up, to the direction of the entrance of said café.

He was absolutely stunning, though even that adjective did not do him any justice. Honestly you doubted there was anything in any of the languages you were literate in that could describe just how sexy he was. He had on a button up, a gorgeous burnt orange, the buttons open to just the middle of his abdomen, showing bits of a lean, muscular torso, his pale skin contrasting beautifully both with the colour of his shirt and his black tattoos. He had on cream khaki pants and burnt orange moccasins. He was pocketing, but the tattoos on his face combined with his detached look accentuated his features: the chiselled jawline, high cheekbones, sharp nose, hooded crimson eyes and relatively full lips.

You found yourself just staring, absolutely mesmerised at how one man could be so effortlessly handsome, exuding tonnes of sensuality by just fucking standing.

Your gazes met, and you felt a hoard of butterflies from absolutely nowhere explode in your stomach and start fluttering about when his lips curved into a slow, dark and sinful smirk. He turned to your table, and you were more amused with the waitress behind him, actively swooning as she followed him with the menu.

"Yuumi," he drawled, smoothly taking a seat opposite you, his baritone cool and charming. You noticed that his movements were always uncannily graceful, like he practiced them before hand. "Thank you so much for inviting me. An absolute pleasure to meet you." He stretched his hand out for a handshake, and you took it, feeling electricity shoot all over your body at the contact.

"Likewise Sukuna," you responded, warm smile on your face, doing an excellent job on hiding how flustered you truly were. "Thank you so much for coming over."

It was showtime.

...

You were absolutely going to lose your entire mind.

Your social media accounts, and social media in general had gone absolutely nuts. Sukuna had recorded a cute video of both of you making a commentary of your waffles and uploaded it on his accounts. You had also taken a couple of pictures and put them on your respective accounts, then put your phones away and continued on with your lives. You never thought anything about it, just went on with your little meeting.

Now in retrospect, it did look like you were on a date, but once again you were of the opinion that it wasn't too much of a big deal because stage and screen actors hang out, dated and even married quite a bit. Little did you know your small bubble was about to burst in one of the most spectacular ways you had ever encountered in your life.

The, um, meeting itself was more than splendid. You never thought you'd get along as well as you did with Sukuna, but it was good to enjoy a conversation with someone as well versed in the arts as he was, particularly when it came to reading. You even promised to meet up and swap a couple of books. You had obsessively watched all his shows for mostly thirst reasons, but also because he truly was an incredibly gifted actor, and also had come to a vast majority of your plays, and he admitted that he had paid plenty of attention to you, impressed by your writing credits as well, though there was something in the twinkle of his eye and the curve of his lip that may have indicated his paying attention to you, as he put it, was not really for the most chaste reasons.

And that excited you far more than it reasonably should have.

Afterwards you said your goodbyes, exchanging a hug (he wore Tom Ford cologne, and a very familiar heat manifested in the pit of your stomach in realisation) and you went home to go on with your life. So why did you wake up the next morning with so many notifications that your phone was hot. In fact you could probably cook breakfast on its surface.

There were the usual hater comments but even those were buried by all the congratulatory messages and memes. You even had two podcast appearances to talk about what was going on between you and Sukuna. It was all so much, and you decided to get through it one day at a time.

...

You hated exec meetings.

You and Sukuna had turned up at around the same time and you froze in place when you saw him bend down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "Work with me," he murmured against your mouth, strong arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in, your own arm reaching up to wrap around his neck. "They've got someone peeping from one of the windows up there."

You nodded once, faintly, before closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his. They were soft, gentle, and you sighed dreamily when he parted them a little bit. He pulled away - and you swore it was through sheer willpower on his part - looking at you through hooded eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, crimson eyes nearly burning with desire and you were sure the same look was reflected in your own eyes. You looked away, soddenly shy, your lips shivering, a somewhat unexpected thrill of lust travelling all over your body like electricity over copper wires, and your hand found itself in his larger one, and he started walking towards the entrance of the building, with you following close behind, having to nearly trot to keep up with his long strides.

"Well, don't you two look cute," came a comment from somewhere as you both walked to the meeting room.

"Mm, yeah. We know," Sukuna drawled back easily, and you felt your face heat up, pursing your lips. You walked into the room like you owned it, and once again Sukuna effortlessly wrapped an arm around your waist again, pulling out a chair for you and watching you bashfully thank him as you took your seat. He sat down next to you, leaning backwards with a large hand placed on your thigh and his ankle on his knee, face schooled into a look of impassiveness as crimson eyes scanned the room. Your own features were a mixture of disdain and humour, and you knew these people were about to have a long day.

You were seeing, in real time, what people when they meant Sukuna tended to take over rooms and take over scenes when he was around. He hadn't even said a word but his mere presence had these executives scrambling. You could see the thoughts running in their heads, how they were unable to look him in the eye and how their body language generally deflated. Everything about them screamed subservience and placating, despite only moments before they were acting like they were the monarchs of the world.

"So, uh, Kyouraku-san. I can see here that you have extensive experience from stage acting. You even have writing credits and some awards to your name. It's all very impressive." You already knew this particular executive would be a handful, as she shuffled the papers beneath her.

"Thank you."

It was silent once more, the awkwardness almost gaining sentience and tutting at these executives with you and Sukuna, who, you noted, was really having the time of his life. You'd have a word with Uraume about how utterly petty he could get later.

"It's just that, well, this seems like a new fi -"

"When's the script reading?" Sukuna interrupted, rudely. It took all your self-control not to burst out into laughter.

It was silent for a moment longer, perhaps a little awkward, but not for you. One of the executives cleared his voice. "It's probably going to be sometime next week. The director will get in touch with a specific date and time - "

"Cool I guess that's it from us. I personally don't think this meeting was very constructive. You probably just wanted to confirm that Yuumi and I are indeed dating, so I hope that you're all satisfied now. We, however are going to take our leave now."

He stood up, prompting you to stand up too, struggling to keep your face straight. "That was, quite an experience," you said, punctuating your words with your palm over your mouth as you giggled.

Sukuna chuckled, rolling his eyes and taking his hand into yours once again. "They are usually more irritating than that. They behaved this time and they are desperate to have me sign the contract for the show, but they also know once that contract is signed it's a wrap. Wanna go to the park and hang out?"

You stared at him in disbelief. "You haven't signed your fucking contract?!"

"Uraume is drafting it." It was almost amusing how blasé he was about it all.

"How long does it take them to draft a contract?!

"I mean, it is me we're talking about, so it has to be a special contract."

This man was going to be the absolute end of you and that was another curve ball you were more than willing to deal with.

...

It had been about nine months later and a lot of things had been happening.

The script reading went really well. You attended it with Sukuna and you also got a chance to meet and interact with other actors, many of whom you knew on a much more casual basis, and all of whom were very good at their jobs. The budget for this project must have been massive, you thought. You went through all the motions of everyone being somewhat surprised at your 'dating', and more than twice your eyes had met his as you shared secret smiles. You had done some crazy things for work but this was something else entirely because of the social implications, which, while easy enough to juggle was still quite jarring to you from time to time.

You were given your script (and character description) for the entire season and you had the whole day to read though and suggest any changes you would like to make. How you usually did it in theatre was that you went around the room discussing things with other actors to see how you would relate in the publication but apparently that was never done here, which shocked you a little bit.

"So like you guys just go in winging it?" You asked Sukuna during one of your three million breaks. He shrugged his broad shoulders at you, and you were too busy admiring them that when he placed his large, warm hand on the small of your back to guide you back to where everyone was your breath hitched in your chest. His masculine smile did not escape you, and neither did the curious look of a fellow actor, one who very much tarnished your vibes.

"I wouldn't call it winging it. More like you go into the scene, quickly verbally swap what you're supposed to do, act it out and move."

"That's literally fucking winging it."

He chuckled at your flat voice. "Then I guess we do."

"But it would be so much better and easier if everyone had an idea of what everyone else was doing!" You protested. "I've seen your script, and you've seen mine, so every time we go into a scene together, we both have a better idea of how to go about things, so because of this it'll all be smoother, so there will be less cuts!"

He paused for a moment, looking at you, really eyeballing you, and you swallowed at his sharp gaze, smouldering and unwavering, and though you held, it was getting significantly harder to keep looking at him, since your brain cells were dying and your knees were wakening.

"Much easier to wing it with people whose skill is inconsistent. For those whose skill I fully trust, those who I know and believe will deliver something to a high standard, I'm much more willing to dedicate my full effort to going the extra mile to work with."

His voice was low, hypnotic, and you felt as though you were the only ones in the room. You felt your palms got sweaty, and it took a moment, far longer than you'd have liked to realise that he was recognising your talent, that he was praising you and calling you worthy to be working on a long-term project with him, and your blush was so strong you felt like you were a teenager approaching her crush for the first time. You turned away, dropping your gaze and for a while you hands seemed to be the most engrossing thing in the room at that moment in time.

"Thank you," you mumbled, your voice uncharacteristically shy. "I'm flattered that you hold me in such high regard."

The silence between you was comfortable, if a little dramatic. "I always trust Uraume to scout for me some of the greatest talents to work with me. So far they have never disappointed me, so I wasn't expecting them to start now."

There was something sultry about his voice when it dipped like that, but before you could make light of it to calm your raging libido, he spoke again, not to you though.

"Are you done staring at her ass? Would be a bit rude to guide her out when you were still enjoying the view." His voice retained that soft quality to it, but there was an ounce of mockery in it, and you were pretty sure it had everything to do with the hand that had slid it's way from your lower back to your ass in question. He turned his head to the side, a slight tilt to it, eyes narrowed, glaring at the other actor in the room.

What was his name again? Naoya or some shit?

Said actor seemed to be caught unawares, fumbling on his words as his cheeks suddenly went tomato red, clearly caught right in the act.

"I - Wh - what are you talking about Ryoumen? I wasn't staring," he stuttered, before quickly storming out uneasily. Sukuna scoffed, squeezing your ass and smirking at your squeak, before leading you back to the large room.

It was going to be an interesting year or so.

...

Within the nine months a lot of other things had happened that you quite couldn't get out of your mind.

Needless to say, you both literally had the whole world convinced that you and Sukuna were dating. You'd even moved in together, but really, as roommates. You had to admit that your savings and investments had increased quite significantly since the only think Sukuna allowed you to pay for was the internet.

"I earn way more than you. It would be fair to go fifty-fifty," he had said with finality, walking around in nothing but grey sweats hanging far low on his hips than was necessary and the sun looking almost ethereal against his skin. Part of why you never hand the energy to argue back was because you were too busy (subtly) ogling the tattoos on his abs.

It amused you to no end that he was a homebody. Other than your dates and the occasional, strategic public appearance (you had a front to put up after all), most of his free time was spent at home, either reading, listening to music or drawing. His company was always very comforting, as he had also encouraged your own creative pursuits, and more than once you had found yourselves doing them together, reaching a level of contentment you never knew you could with him.

So when you reached the point in the series where you had to shoot romantic scenes, both of you had no issue with it at all. The chemistry was there, and according to the director it was almost seamless, a beautiful thing to watch and shoot. You decided to keep the fact that your brain went fuzzy and your legs were unsteady and Sukuna's touch seared you through your clothes in those moments to yourself, and his passionate gaze at those moments were not helping in the least.

So when you found yourselves in the director's office, discussing a potential sex scene between the two of you, you were having a very hard time reconciling reality and your imagination. Of all the paths you'd ever had thought your life would have taken, this one was definitely not one of them.

"I'm not entirely comfortable with a like, full sex scene," you mumbled, not liking that slight smirk on Sukuna's face, because it spelt he was definitely scheming something. He always was. "But I wouldn't mind nude scenes." You kept your gaze squarely on the director's because you knew you'd lose your nerve if you caught and held Sukuna's gaze.

The director nodded, turning his gaze to Sukuna. From the corner of your eye you saw crimson eyes move away from you, his answer on his lips.

"Are you okay with that Sukuna?"

"I am, of course. I can't coerce my girlfriend into doing something she's not comfortable with. However, I think I'd like to discuss the, hm, creative applications to these nude scenes, if you're both so inclined." His voice was smooth, and to any outsider it sounded like Sukuna being Sukuna, but you knew that tone from having lived with him this long. That was a tone of smug satisfaction. You had walked right into his trap and it had sprung.

You made a mental note to add way more milk than was necessary in his coffee for breakfast tomorrow.

Anyway, you'd all agreed to have an erotic shower scene, and a heavily implied sex scene, working a lot with lighting and shadows, stressing on sensuality other than the act of sex itself, starting from you both stripping and ending up in an embrace. You could work with that.

So it came as no surprise to you that on this day when you'd be shooting these scenes - the last day of shooting, the director reiterated, so everyone else did not necessarily have to be around - that other than the necessary crew, there was literally no one else around. You blushed, knowing that you were going to have a field day teasing Sukuna without him having to retaliate the way you both knew he wanted to. After all, the thirst was incredibly real for both of you, and as much as he was a bit more understated about it than you were, there was not doubt that if he got the chance he'd fuck you into utter unintelligibility.

What did shock (and irritate) you was Naoya's presence. You knew his stance on women in general, particularly women that looked like you, so for the most part you ignored him, and you both knew he wouldn't try any fuckshit as long as Sukuna was around, and since the two of you were in a pretend relationship, you were almost always together.

However him being here today of all days raised your hackles a little bit, and you weren't feeling particularly pleasant about that.

"Hey Sukuna," you called to him, your features twisted into something that resembled vague disgust, pulling your twists above your head. "What is he doing here?" You nudged his head towards Naoya, who was pretending like he couldn't hear your conversation.

"Hmm," Sukuna hummed after taking a sip of water. "Who cares, but I suggest we should give him a show, teach him a lesson so to speak, so that he can learn to mind his fucking business."

Your heart beat tripled, but for once you were down for the scheming.

...

No matter how long you'd have given yourself, you would never have been ready. You knew it, but such were the devastating consequences of your hubris-filled actions.

You had some requests for the shooting of these scenes, just for your own security and peace of mind, and one of them was to have the door of the studio shut closed, no coming in and out at will. The other one was for majority of the crew to be women, and it turned out the director was the only man there, and you knew he'd behave because Uraume had told you, conspiratorially at the beginning of shooting that Sukuna had threatened him with grievous bodily harm if he was ever weird to any of the women in the show. You laughed for about four days after that. You knew first hand how dramatic Sukuna could be, but it was very on brand for him to come up with something like that.

You could respect it though. No one ever knew the question but the answer was always violence.

Now outside the director, Naoya was also in the studio, so in total there were three men, each of them with a role to play. One of them, however, was not quite aware of the true role they were playing, and somehow that thought really nourished your pettiness.

The lights were off, and the final shooting scene was underway. You knew you were both in your characters, but seeing Sukuna in front of you, walking towards you like a predator approaching prey, in nothing but almost scandalously tiny, boxer shorts. The movement of his thigh muscles as he approached you, standing there in nothing but a bra and panties. You swallowed when he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him for a deep kiss, one of your hands on a muscular pec and the other around his broad shoulders.

"God I wish I could fuck you right here," he whispered against your lips, dragging them over the skin of your neck until he got to the shell of your ear. "I want to show that dumbass that you're mine and he can never have you."

You whimpered, trembling in his hold, clenching your thighs together before you remembered that you were working. His hand slid down from your back to your ass and he squeezed, and despite your skin colour you knew very well that by the time his lips were leaving your skin there would be visible bruises.

"We can go home and continue this and then you can call him and tell him all about it," you whispered back, nearly choking on your words. Well, at least now you had an excuse to ask him out, for real this time.

...

Honestly, self-control was a great thing.

No one could ever have known that for ten minutes on a stage, it took everything in you not to scream and how hot and thick Sukuna's dick was against you, and how you were so wet you were nearly leaking through your panties. You finished the scene, got changed and got home, just like any other couple on their way home from work.

You even had a bit of a laugh at Naoya, and how the director was looking for a brick to smash his dick in, he was that disgusted.

"Wanna go and get changed out of these clothes?" you asked, voice casual as you nudged your head towards the room. Sukuna simply nodded, grabbing your hand into his and lightly dragging you into the bedroom you'd come to share. You chuckled quietly, both of you knowing that you wouldn't be leaving said bedroom in a hot minute.

Then, suddenly, it just happened. One second you were looking for your bonnet to put on the bedside and the next you were on Sukuna's lap, lips against his in an aggressive kiss, hands on his bare shoulders while one of his was on your hip, the other slowly tugging your underwear waistband down.

You wiggled on top of him, and he broke the kiss to curse under his breath, and you lifted your hips, helping him take off said underwear while simultaneously pulling down his sweatpants, staring in fascination and slight terror as his cock bounced out, smacking against his abdomen before settling just over his thighs.

"Oh my god," you breathed, just staring. He was, well, big, really. You honestly wondered how he was going to fit, with his angry red tip that was leaking horribly, a few veins over the surface of the skin. You felt your mouth begin to water, wanting nothing more that to feel that leaking tip at the back of your throat when Sukuna's long fingers gently caressing your folds made every single coherent thought in your mind disappear.

A sharp gasp left your lips (the ones on your face) and you threw you head back, almost overwhelmed with pleasure when he pressed an index finger inside, your walls literally absorbing him into them. He slipped a second finger in, his thumb settling comfortably on your clit, and your grip on his shoulders tightened, dragging your nails hard over his skin.

"That's my girl," he rasped, pulling his fingers out as he pressed down on your clit. "God is this how your tight little pussy is going to take my cock?"

A sort of choked sound left your throat, and even if your response was on the tip of your tongue, it was stuck on the roof of your mouth, refusing to corporate with you. He repeatedly pulled his fingers in and out of you, slow and deliberate, making sure to rub firm circles around your clit in tandem. You felt your walls clamp down on his fingers and more than once he had stopped, to breath heavily through his teeth, and you couldn't help your retort at that.

"If you can barely handle me with your fingers, you think your cock will fare any better?" Your voice was breathless, grossly lacking the authority you wanted, but you got your point across, and at this point you were going to take your small victories.

His pace increased, and going by the way your thighs were trembling you knew it was only going to be a matter of time before you came. It suddenly hit you and you came with a rather loud whine of his name, your walls tightening so hard around around his fingers he had to paused for a moment, watching you ride out your pleasure. When he was sure you were somewhat coherent, he made it a spectacle of lifting his fingers to his mouth, closing his mouth as he truly savoured your taste, licking every last drop of your arousal from him, smacking his lips in the process. You doubted you had ever blushed that hard in your life.

"Absolutely divine," he said with a chuckle. You slid yourself off his thighs, pushing him backwards to lie on his back, mumbling about how dramatic he was being.

"Thank you. Now it's my turn to tell you how you taste."

Before he could answer back, you grabbed his base, in absolute awe at how soft and hot it felt in your palm, squeezing experimentally. He bit his lower lip, gripping the sheets beneath you both. You thrust upwards a couple of times and he gasped roughly, a rough sound leaving his throat when when you ran your thumb over his tip, watching more of his precum drip out. You licked your lips, watching him through your lashes as he stared down at you, his eyes darkened and half-lidded, and coyly maintaining eye contact you took him into your mouth, making sure to run your tongue over his tip first and sucking on it with your lips.

He let out a broken cry, his head thrown back and his back slightly arching off the bed. You decided to go on, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue against his shaft, taking your time to take as much of him as you could. Your lips were barely touching your hands at the base of his cock, and with a flick of your wrist you created a rhythm, both with your hand and with your head, bobbing it up and down in an unpredictable manner. You other hand caressed his balls, hot and heavy in your palm, and you made it a point to run your finger over his taint, dipping it a little bit into his ass, relishing in how his back arched up as he hissed loudly in pleasure.

You were always aware a good blowjob would get any man to his knees but seeing the legendary Sukuna Ryoumen like this, hands nearly ripping his sheets, lip between his teeth as he let out an array of grunts and groans really raised far too many pegs of your ego.

"No," he growled, his hand suddenly in your twists, gentle but firm. "Fuck no. I wanna cum in your pussy."

You blushed, his dick still in your mouth when he pulled you off him, up his body and captured your lips in another passionate kiss. His cock was against both you, and your dragged your lips over it, grinning against his mouth, until he got tired of your shit and broke off, sitting up against his headboard and you found yourselves in your starting position once again.

"Ride me," he ordered you, his hands on your hips, and who were you to deny him that request. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, and you lifted yourself up slowly, as he lined his tip against your vagina. You bit your tongue in your mouth, closing your eyes as you slowly sank down onto him. The pleasure-pain combination from the stretch of his thickness was driving you insane, so much so and he hadn't even bottomed out.

"Oh my god," you gasped, dragging your nails over his skin.

"Fuck," he growled. "Fuck! You're so tight I'm losing my mine. You feel so good against me baby girl. I can't wait to make you my little cocksleeve. Want nothing more that to mould your perfect little pussy to me, utterly and completely make you mind and ensure you never think of anyone and anything else when I'm bouncing you on my lap."

You had absolutely no words, and even if you did you highly doubted you would have been in any position to say them. Your mind was blank, only Sukuna's scent and his person and his dick all you could think about and visualize. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the feel of your arousal spilling over his dick, down his balls and onto his sheets, his grip against your hips, his face buried in your neck with one of your arms around his neck, the other one tangled in his soft, pink strands; that was all you could register at that point.

And when he stopped your bunny activities and held you up at an angle, thrusting upwards roughly and hitting that spot over and over and over had you opening your mouth in a silent scream, your eyes suddenly popping open and seeing only white. Your trembling thighs and your walls literally gripping him was an indication that it wasn't long until you careened over the edge, and when he sank his teeth into your skin, you dragging your nails over his skin as you felt, merely seconds later, him spill himself into you just as you gasped his name with your orgasm, his thrusts not stopping, pressed against his body almost like you wanted to absorb yourself into him.

As he pulled you into him, allowing you to share an embrace as he slowly pulled you out of him, watching his cum flow out of you, he smirked.

"That's incredibly sexy, you know? I should make it a point to fill you up every single time just so that I can watch how you're unable to contain my cum like that." As you buried your face into his chest you wondered how he still somehow sounded so smooth when his voice was so rough.

"Shut up or I won't take you to dinner tomorrow. It's at seven thirty, by the way, so we're leaving an hour earlier. Then I gotta introduce you to my brother. He won't shut the fuck up. And don't you dare get me pregnant when we're in the middle of filming season two or something."

You both loved and hated curveballs, but would life be any fun if it never gave you a chance to be adaptable?