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Pick Your Poison Event week 1: businessman!Ryomen Sukuna x intern!fem!reader

↝ genre: smut, modern au

↝ word count: 3.5k

↝ warnings: ⚠️ nsfw!! , public sex, superior/subordinate relationship, age gap (y/n.20, Sukuna.40), accidental groping, coaxing, slight (?) perv!Sukuna, dubcon, clit stim, slight degradation, fingering, subtle size kink, vaginal penetration, creampie

↝ summary: You happen to run into your boss on the crowded subway, the same man who you happen to be a little too fond of. Small talk ensues until the train stops short, causing your superior to accidentally touch you somewhere he shouldn’t have. Despite your flustered state, you can’t help but grow a little needy from the contact. Tension quickly builds and you eventually get to experience a fantasy you’ve been dreaming about.

↝ notes: idk how possible it is that you’d actually get away with any of this in such a congested atmosphere, but it’s fantasy, so let us pretend, shall we

It was too damn early to be on a train this crowded. There were barely any seats left as you and everyone else piles on, leaving you no choice but to stand right in front of the doors. Irritably, you sigh, keeping your eyes on the windows as your commute begins. The ride would unfortunately be a long one. This new internship of yours wasn’t very close to home, but it was paid, so you’d endure the lengthy ride. You’ve been working for this corporation for a few weeks now, but the distance between your apartment and your workplace would never be something you’d get used to. 

Work was bearable at least. Not necessarily because of what you did— simple errands and paperwork, usually— but rather because of the people you worked with. Over the little time working there, you made a friend or two with the employees. You also found yourself gravitating towards your boss, though those feelings were anything but platonic. The two of you didn’t interact much, there wasn’t really any reason for you to. Whatever little interactions you have had, however, were enough to keep him in your thoughts.

It wasn’t often that he’d come into the office where you were specifically, but you’d see him frequently in passing. He was attractive, more than you would’ve liked him to be. It was wrong of you to view him as being something of a “sexy superior,” but everything about him had you swooning. He was much older than you, yet that only made you want him more. Something about the way he carried himself, so prideful and confident, had your heart speeding every time you saw him. 

This boss of yours radiated a sexual energy you couldn’t seem to ignore. His sharp eyes and charming smile, the way his muscles would peak through his suit, god and his hands. The thoughts that’d flood your mind whenever he’d hand you papers were anything but modest. To say the least, he’d fluster you without even trying. There were a couple times you thought you saw him looking at you, in an almost admirable way, but you figured your eyes were playing tricks on you. Not that it’d be a problem if he was in fact staring, if anything, you wanted him to be. Unfortunately, it’d be too risky to act on whatever the hell you felt, so you’d avoid acting on it. 

All these thoughts were distracting you from the boring ride to your job, that was until the sound of your name being called out brought you back to. You turn around to find the source of the sound, and are greeted by none other than the one person you had been thinking about the entire time; Ryomen Sukuna, your notable superior.

“S-Sir, good morning.” you chuckle nervously, “I-I didn’t think you took the subway.”

He laughs, the delightful sound reverberating around you despite the minor noisy chatter. “I decided to take the long route today. I’ve got a meeting I’d rather not attend early.”

The subtle smirk on his face contradicted the seriousness of his statement. You knew he wasn’t too fond of meetings, he’d complain about them constantly. He was lucky he was of such high status, or else his late arrival would be something that’d hinder him. 

You nod, giggling. “I see. W-well it’s a nice coincidence to run into you… B-because I take this route everyday, a-and it’s quite boring not having anyone to talk to…”

He gives you a slow, attentive up-down glance, that charming smile remaining prominent in his expression. “Glad I can be here to entertain you then.”

The two of you fall silent, but are soon speaking again when you remember you had something to show him. There were some files you needed his permission on to fax, deciding to use the time you had now to ask him about them. You turn back around towards the doors to grab your bag from the ground, sifting through it to find the paperwork. As soon as you find them and straighten out your posture, the train makes its first stop, startling you. The man who you had been speaking to moments ago was suddenly flush against your backside, his palm lightly groping your ass. 

Your face heats up and your heart begins to beat rapidly. His arm securely wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as people begin to flood out of the subway.

“Sorry darling,” he whispers in your ear, the hand on your rear moving to your waist to keep you close to him. “Don’t want you getting trampled.”

A minute or two passes and the doors eventually shut. Sukuna releases his hold on you, quietly apologizing again for the suddenness of his actions. Too flustered to think straight, you put your papers back in your bag, keeping your back towards your boss. While he might’ve purposely held you against his body, grabbing your ass was certainly not intentional. 

You could feel his presence behind you, he was much closer than he should’ve been. Your heartbeat never steadied and your face was still flushed, when you felt his breath tickle the shell of your ear.

“Forgive my behavior y/n, I promise I didn’t mean to grab you like that.” His voice was deep in your ear, admittedly giving you butterflies.

“I-it’s alright…” you murmur, trying not to lose your composure.

In all honesty, you’ve been dreaming of the day he’d touch you like that, though this wasn’t really the way you imagined it would play out. It was suspicious that you were no longer looking at him or continuing your previous conversation, but he wasn’t dumb. He must’ve been able to tell he flustered you, because he remained directly behind you, close enough to smell your perfume.

“You know,” he began, a sudden sultry tone to his low voice. “Had we been anywhere else, I would’ve at least asked to do it.” 

“T-that’d be very u-unprofessional Sir…” you rebuttal, nearly losing your mind at the mere thought of him groping you any firmer than he did.

He chuckles deeply, that familiar sound doing you in. “Ah,  but you want it, do you not?”

Your eyes widen, mostly because he seemed to have found you out much quicker than you would’ve liked him to. Were you really that obvious? All those stolen glances and lingering stares whenever you’d see him in the building. Did your eyes really give you away that much?

Your glare remains glued to the windows, your chest rising and falling faster than normal. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” 

His hands unexpectedly find your waist, his voice somehow dropping to another octave.

“I see the way you look at me sweetheart. It’s flattering, to say the least. Makes me wonder what’s going through that pretty head of yours…”

You shudder, embarrassingly feeling aroused by his callout. If he actually knew the things that bounced around in your head whenever you saw him, you’d most definitely be reprimanded. Why did he even feel the need to bring it up? Was the feeling mutual? No, it couldn’t have been. He was just trying to get you to react, presumably. Unfortunately for you, you had fallen victim to that trap. His hands were still holding onto you, every breath he took being close enough to your skin to give you chills. 

You chew your lip, attempting to find the right words to say. “S-sir I…”

“I’m correct, aren’t I?” 

His tone was very matter-of-a-fact, as if he knew he was right. He was, but admitting that to him would do nothing but humiliate you. Your head was spinning, thoughts scrambled as you struggle to form proper sentences. Why did this have to be happening now? Having his hands on you was enough to make you wet, which wasn’t really ideal knowing you were on your way to work. Perhaps he was doing it on purpose, fully aware of the affect he had on you. He wasn’t letting up either, gripping you a little tighter and making you squeeze your thighs together.

“Enlighten me y/n, do older men do it for you? Hm? Because I can hear how heavily you’re breathing, and I have an inkling that you might just be enjoying this.”

It took everything in you not to whimper in response. He was driving you crazy, that almost erotic note to his voice making your sex throb. It was sinful, the way your imagination was running wild right now. You muster up the courage to speak, the blush on your cheeks not lightening up in the slightest.

“O-only you Sir… Only you make me this nervous…”

He groans with satisfaction, the sound giving you goosebumps.

“Is that right? So if I were to,” his hands slip under your blouse slightly, the warmth of his palms now resting against your waist. “Continue touching you like this… Would you like that?”

You gasp lightly, immediately nodding your head and mumbling a shaky “yes Sir.” Impulsively, he kisses your neck, smirking close to your skin. For a moment, you nearly forgot where you were. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. There were tons of people on the subway with you, any one of them susceptible to seeing this affair. It would’ve been smart to stop him, to tell him not to grab at your skin and bruise your neck. If only it were that easy. His tongue would lick up your neck, that alone being enough to make you hold back a moan. He knew exactly what he was doing, pulling your ass back against the growing tent in his pants as he left hickies on you, just to get you riled up. 

Your eyes flutter shut, heart drumming aggressively in your chest while you let him feel you up. Whatever his goal was, you were certain he’d achieve it. You practically turn to putty under his touch and all he was doing was rubbing at your sides and kissing your neck. Maybe you were so whipped because you had a crush on this man, his touch felt intoxicating. You would’ve loved to turn around and have him force his tongue down your throat, but you knew that’d be a bad idea, knowing your environment. Not that what was currently happening was any better than that.

Distracted by his lips, you barely notice one of his hands sneaking into your skirt. Without thinking, you moan out his name when you feel his fingers press against your clothed clit. His reflexes were quicker than you expected though, his palm quickly clamping over your mouth to prevent the noise from fully coming out. A few heads turned in your direction, Sukuna, then being smart enough to play it off like it was nothing. 

“She’s feeling a bit ill. Motion sickness.” he chuckles, getting the strangers on the train to disregard you both.

“Gotta be quiet, doll. Wouldn’t want to bring any more attention to us.” he teased in a hushed tone, increasing the pressure of his fingers.

You buck your hips, whining behind his hand. It felt so good, the way he’d circle your hard nub through the fabric. You were drenched by now, it was guaranteed. Sukuna could feel the wet patch on your panties, too, wasting no time pushing them to the side to toy with your bare clit. He glides his fingers up and down your folds, scooping up the juices that drip from you. Sukuna buries his face in the crook of your neck with a pleased groan, beginning to tease your drooling cunt. You tried not to squirm too much, not wanting to make it too obvious what was happening god forbid someone else looked in your direction. His finger dips into your hole with ease, another one immediately following it and making you moan.

“Shh baby, can’t have everyone here hearing those slutty sounds.” He starts to pump his fingers, agonizingly slow. “They’re only for my ears.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, which now rests on his shoulder. Sukuna’s thick digits felt so much better than your own fingers ever did. You’ve fantasized about this exact situation— maybe not in this setting, but definitely the action of him fingerfucking you till your brain goes numb. His pace began to increase, your sweet spot getting hit every time his fingers would go back in. How he was managing to get them so deep was beyond you, he was clearly experienced. Your legs would close around his hand but your efforts to stop him were proven useless. It’s not that you wanted him to stop, you just knew this wasn’t the place for him to continue. But he would, and you’d let him. 

You’d keep rutting against his hand, wanting more, needing it. If you were able, you’d probably be begging for him. He had to have wanted to hear you do it, though unfortunately you couldn’t. His large hand was secured over your mouth, muffling whatever little noises you’d let out. Part of you wished this was happening anywhere but here, so you’d have the freedom to be as loud as you wanted. At the same time though, something about this location had you on an adrenaline high. The amount of people around you, the possibility of getting caught, not knowing how much time you’d have left to fool around— every factor had your climax nearing.

Sukuna curls his fingers in your warmth, lightly grinding against your ass so you can feel how hard he’s gotten. You clench around his digits, whimpering more than you had been. The older man bites back a moan, starting to slow his fingers.

“Getting close, pretty girl?” he coos, “How about I give you something a little bigger then?”

The hand he had over your mouth moves to your throat, holding you in place as he begins toying with your clit. Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, the strength of his grip nearly preventing you from making a sound.

“Gotta promise to be quiet for me, though. Tell me you’ll be good.” he purrs in your ear. 

He releases his hold slightly, letting you speak. “I-I’ll be good Sir. I-I promise.” you manage, your legs trembling from how close you were to finishing.

Sukuna kisses your cheek, quickly pulling his hand out of your panties and leaving you standing there feeling empty. As badly as he wanted to taste you on fingers, he wipes them clean on your thigh instead, figuring it’d be too obvious to lick them clean the way he prefered to. Subtly, he moves you closer to the doors, giving you something to “hold onto.” His hand runs up your back, bending you forward just a bit for you to be in proper position, but not enough for anyone to notice. Luckily for you, everyone else was too caught up in their own little worlds to pay you any mind. Thank god.

You hear Sukuna unzip his slacks, feeling his hands run across your ass to hike up your skirt just enough to give him access. He positions himself so no one can see him free his cock, quickly tugging your panties out of his way to line up at your entrance. He spits on his length, nudging your cunt with his swollen tip. It pushes past your slit, barely fitting in. You whimper but he’s quick to silence you, bringing a hand back to your mouth.

“Ah ah, you said you’d be quiet, remember?” he muttered, still forcing his shaft into your tight hole.

He bites his lip, only getting half way in before pulling out. His cock prods at your cunt again, your body accepting him a little easier the second time. He manages to fill you up, breathing heavily behind you while you attempt not to cream around his length. With the way he stretched you, you swore he’d split you open. In spite of the slight pain, though, you couldn’t stop convulsing around him.

“Fuck you’re tight.” he grunts, rocking his hips steadily and choking back his moans.

The pain you initially felt at first, soon faded. He was so deep inside you, the feeling being indescribable. It was so fucking hard not to cry out for him, to moan out his name like a slut because of how much you loved the feeling of his cock. He didn’t maintain that bearable pace for long, eventually speeding up, as much as he could in a place like this. Sukuna bit his lip, not wanting to let out any of his pleasured sounds that you so desperately wanted to hear. The way you were sucking him in had him bucking his hips hard enough for him to hit that sensitive spot deep inside you with every thrust. 

This was everything you could’ve wanted. From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you yearned to have him pin you down and fuck you silly. He might not have said it out right, but he very obviously wanted this just as much as you did. It made you wonder if he ever thought about you outside of work, the way you did with him. You pondered the thought of him sitting at home stroking his cock to the thought of you. You feel your cunt tighten around him at your own lewd thoughts, in addition to having him pound into you. Sukuna accidentally moans, coughing to cover it up but also not giving a shit if anybody heard him. 

“Tryna get us caught, slut?” he growled, placing both his hands at your waist to fuck you harder. “Dammit you feel good.”

You suffocate your own moans, covering your mouth, though it wasn’t as effective as it was when he was doing it. He was moving more relentlessly, working towards that orgasm you both longed for. You really hoped no one could see the way you had your face pressed against the train’s door, seeing the way you stand there flushed and seemingly helpless as your boss treats you like an object. Sukuna was just as flustered, cheeks burning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he gets drunk off your pussy, which was taking him in hungrily. It was becoming difficult to keep yourself standing, your entire body growing weak as that band in your stomach gets thinner.

“Hurry and cum, I can tell you’re close.” he huffs lowly, squeezing your ass just to provoke you.

You mewl behind your palm, your eyes glossing over and legs nearly giving out on you. Between his impossible-to-break-out-of grasp, and the sound of his voice, you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm pulses through your body, an intense shock that you’ve never felt in your life washing over you. You sob into your hand, his larger hand covering it to ensure your moans couldn’t be heard. His arm hooks around your waist, holding you up as you quiver in his hold.

Sukuna curses through his teeth, holding you in place as he cums inside you. Your already labored breaths hitch at the feeling, thick ropes of cum painting your walls and making you shiver. He straightens you out, your body shaking as he does so. He stands there inside you until he’s empty, kissing your neck as he pulls out and puts himself away. Weakly, you fix yourself, already feeling his cum pool in your panties. He kept his hands on your hips, just in case you genuinely couldn’t keep yourself upright. 

Sukuna turns you around, finally making eye contact since this started. Little beads of sweat adorn his forehead, his pupils blown out and a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He licks his lips, admiring your worn out expression. Without saying anything, he leans in for a kiss, stealing it from you before you protest. Of course, you kiss him back, resting your hands on his chest as he pulls you close.

“Was it everything you’ve ever dreamed about?” he mumbles against your lips, teasingly.

You smirk, giving yourself away. “It was better.” 

“Of course it was.” He huffs, amused, giving you another kiss before parting from you. 

The train then stops, bringing you back to reality as you remember why you were even here. Sukuna takes hold of your hand briefly, walking off the train with you. He lets go, giving you a once over.

“Regain your composure a bit more before coming into work. Wouldn’t want people getting suspicious.” He winks, kissing your cheek before leaving you alone.

You couldn’t even contain your smile. The one thing you thought was impossible actually happened. The only issue now was what this meant for your relationship. It’s not like you’d be able to pursue anything with him. Unless that’s what he wanted. As if your head wasn’t already a mess, your overthinking was only making it worse. There were other things you had to be worrying about right now, like arriving to work on time. Your little daydreaming would have to wait.

[ @ry0m3n @themadmish @jabamibug @brumous11 @prettymoonlightsworld @ok-ryuuchii ]

Prompt 101

Jaskier and Geralt are meandering as per usual when they overhear someone talking about an elf transport. Geralt doesn't want to draw attention to them, and they're no doubt outnumbered, but his bard is begging for them to do something, and thus do something they will. They creep up on the encampment and through a mixture of Jaskier being stealthy and playing dirty, and Geralt using brute force, a sword, and his signs, they manage to kill or at least down all the enemy men. Jaskier races ahead to the cages under tarps to release the elves, only to gasp in horror. Geralt immediately rushes to see what shocked his bard, only to stare in shock at what he finds when he also peeks under the tarp. It's all children. Only children. They range in age, but the eldest there is hardly eleven years old. They're far from home, and there's no parents in sight. Jaskier turns to look at Geralt with those damned eyes of his, and Geralt sighs. They count the children. Ninety nine in all. They have a caravan of ninety nine children following them. Jaskier stresses they must get to oxenfurt as soon as possible, for he has money stored away there that they can use to afford to feed the children until they find a forever home for them all. But there's still the journey. A tough one, but a one that must be done. And the more Geralt sees Jaskier handling the children, the more often Geralt gets this odd fuzzy feeling in his heart, as if he wants to start a family with this man. Give him a child he can keep, he can sing songs to, and tell stories to, and worry over, that they won't end up giving to an elf refuge at some point. The more Jaskier sees Geralt handling the children, the more Jaskier daydreams of his perfect life with Geralt. One where Geralt settles down, even for just days at a time. Where they have a home together, a life together, a family together, and Geralt loves him. Like that'd ever happen.

#remember when the fandom called Scott a gaslighter over this

@bucksboobs I believe it made it to Athena's 'checklist' of examples of Scott hitting all the boxes on being a textbook abuser. Because much like the obvious case of the show being told through the lens of the unreliable narrator and it was really about Derek and Stiles all along, with Scott being the Anakin character destined to fall to darkness, it was a given that he was canonically twisting the truth in this scene, as was his wont. There was never any possibility that these words could be taken at face value and Isaac, indeed, was on watch last.

this is my thesis statement for brocedes vs princess cake btw

WAIT!!!!

do my fellow readers prefer reader insert or oc’s??

because for the fic i’m working on, i’ll make whichever you prefer 🥺

Yet another CS Whumptober Fic about Player

Summary:

In the short time Player's been imprisoned, he's already learned not to give his captors a reaction to his suffering. Unfortunately, that's not exactly possible when one of them is intent on playing a special kind of game with him, one with consequences that could kill Player.

(Made for Whumptober Day 22, Pick Your Poison, and the prompt "Toxic")

“I love you so”

“Please let me go”