It’s Him, It’s Fanfic!eren

𝕤𝕒𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ࿓ 𝕞𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝕒𝕦

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ not only did your mafia husband spoil you with all his illegal funds, but he also spoiled you with his cock

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ mafia boss!sae itoshi x afab!reader {feat. hitman!shidou ryusei}

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿓ mafia au, dom!sae, spoiled!sub!reader, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, cockwarming, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, breeding kink, creampie, petnames “princess”

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ࿓ 1.1k+

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ࿓ @s-souya

“𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒?” shidou asks as he sits on the other side of sae’s large desk. the hitman couldn’t understand how sae could get any work done with such a pretty thing like yourself sitting in his lap. and yet… sae appeared to be doing paperwork like he was unaffected by your presence.

sae ignores his right hand man’s question, and instead he keeps his eyes glued to the documents in front of him. meanwhile your head is resting on your mafia husband’s shoulder, twirling a strand of his land around your finger. not appropriating the lack of acknowledgment, shidou takes things a step further.

“you know, i could take them off your hands. how does that sound, sweetheart? want ryusei to entertain you for a bit while the boss finishes signing a few things?” shidou offers, flirtatiously licking his lips.

that definitely gets sae’s attention. his eyes flicker up to shoot shidou a dangerous glare. the gang member should consider himself lucky that he was the only one who would get away with making such a joke. anyone else might have been shot dead on the spot. that being said, shidou figures this is a good time to leave.

“alright, alright, i’ll leave you two lovebirds free. if ya need anything boss just lemme know” the hit man says before getting out of his seat.

you wait, watching shidou leave. it’s not until he closes the door to sae’s office that you allow yourself to whimper. you’ve been biting your lip to hold back your noises the entire time that the other man was in the room. it was a relief that you no longer had to pretend that you weren’t currently cockwarming your husband as he shifted through papers.

“please sae” you whine, burying your face even further into his neck. “i’ve been good. can you please take a break and fuck me properly?”.

sae hums as he considers this. however you’re starting to get impatient with how long it’s taking him to decide. now you’re practically pawing at his shirt with frustration. any other time sae would give you whatever you wanted. you didn’t understand why he was teasing you and being so mean now.

sighing, sae rolls his eyes as he pushes his paperwork aside. “you’re too spoiled for your own good. fine, princess. i’ll take care of you”.

he doesn’t give you much time to feel relieved. within the blink of an eye sae’s picks you up and places you on his desk without removing his cock from your snug pussy. he doesn’t say it but fuck- you look so stunning laid out for him like this. it was something that sae would never admit but it was killing him just having you sit on his dick without any moment. he wanted to fuck you as badly as you wanted him too but he was too proud to confess such a thing.

instead he grabs hold of your hips and starts to set a steady pace. “you should be grateful for everything i do for you. don’t i treat my princess so well?” he asks, acting unaffected by how deliciously your cunt swallowed him every time he thrusts inside of you.

frantically, you nod your head in response. “y-yes. so good to me. please gimme more?” you beg, wrapping your legs around sae’s waist to pull him in even deeper. he groans when he feels his tip kiss your cervix. what a greedy thing you were, pleading for more when he was already giving you what you asked for. it was a good thing he liked you greedy. who else would he spend his money and time on if you weren’t this way.

“like this, princess?” he asks, increasing the intensity of his movements. all of a sudden he’s snapping his hips so hard that the only reason you don’t go flying off the table is sae’s iron grip on your waist. that was exactly what you wanted and you let sae know by moaning even louder for him.

“that’s it,” sae tells you, bringing one of your hands to his lips. he kisses your wrist, right below where the bracelet he bought for you sits. it reads his initials in shiny gold letters. there was no better way to let everyone know that you were his. well… maybe there was one other effective way, and that was cumming deep inside of you to mark his territory.

“i’m gonna breed this cunt”. it’s less than a warning and more so it’s sae ordering you to take all the seed he gives you. he doesn’t have to worry. you’d happily take whatever gift that sae gave you and that included his cum. “make sure to repay me for my kindness by cumming with me, yeah?”.

well how could you say no to that. sweetly whimpering his name, you cream around sae’s cock after a few more thorough thrusts. he doesn’t follow far behind you, painting your walls white just as he said you’d do. normally sae was good at keeping his composure. a mafioso like himself had to assure that that was one of his many skills. however, something about your post orgasm cunt manages to break down his walls. for a split second you see sae looking completely lost in you. although it’s a sight you don’t get often you savour it while you can.

“are you satisfied now?” he questions, wiping sweat off his forehead as sae pulls out of your overstimulated hole. there he goes again, acting like that was ALL for your sake. you don’t complain though. instead you send him a little smile and nod your head. “i’m glad. now, let’s get you cleaned up before that idiot shidou-“.

“who me?”.

the voice comes so out of nowhere that it startled you. sae reacts in an instant, grabbing the jacket that was hanging on the back of his leather dress chair and draping it over you. with your body shielded, he snarls at the hitman who’s standing in the entrance to the office. when did he come back?!

as if thinking the same thing, sae talks to ryusei in a tone that’s so dangerously cold that it sends a shiver up your spine. “how long have you been there?”.

“didn’t you hear me come back in?” shidou answers playfully. there was a lot that he could get away with but he was about to cross a line. shidou must have realized it because he tones it down a little. “don’t worry. i missed most of the good stuff. i just wanted to let you know that the cops raided one of our warehouses. 𝐈’𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓”.

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚–𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 © 𝕤𝕒𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖 — 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜. 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖

who’s your (baby) daddy? 

— mini series masterlist

╰┈➤ After being dumped by your boyfriend of 3 years, you decide to switch things up and go on your own version of a “hot girl summer”—subsequently finding yourself with a surprise that would arrive in 9 months time. The catch? You have absolutely no idea which of the 3 men you slept with is your baby’s daddy. 

% slice of life, romance comedy

# explicit smut, angst, heartbreak, pregnancy, breakups, alcohol, questionable life choices, evasion of child support, messiness, drama, medical talk

      NANAMI ➵ GOJOU ➵ TOJI ➵ SUKUNA ➵ EPILOGUE

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𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃! | toji fushiguro.

SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun tormenting the new cute flight attendant in first class.

CONTENT: fem! flight attendant reader, dilf!toji, pwp, reader‘s 20+, degrading, praise, squirting, brief cockwarming, cunnilingus — (toji eats it from the back) creampie, corruption kink, dumbification, fingering, edging, spanking, size kink, biting, (petnames: sweetheart, pretty/little girl, baby.) wk — 5.9k! GYATTT.

NOTE: hey 💔 pls this was a thirst at first i swear… but my puthy… took the wheel 😞 looool enjooooy .

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Toji laid near the window of the lavish first class section of the front cabin of the airplane. It was a few others around him, but very few. He had about a good three hours left until he arrived at his destination to do more shady gambling business. To put it frank, he was bored. Toji had his head pressed up against the glass, staring blankly at the sky. But that‘s when his attention drifted. He spotted you, trying your best to have great customer service — sashaying down the aisles and creating conversations with people. Though, he stared a lot at the skirt you wore, and how you’d occasionally tug down on it, hoping no one would see, but Toji definitely did. He figured you were new mainly since he always takes this airline, and hasn‘t ever seen you before. Besides, most of the other flight attendees were a bit older than you or had far much more experience.

“Hi, Sir. Can I help you with something,” you softly spoke, immediately coming to his aid once he rang your attendant call button. “Mr. uh… Fushiguro?”

He looks up at you, and he‘s manspread in his cushioned velvet chair — dripped in a jet-black expensive tuxedo and black slacks, strands of hair nearly covering his stoically grim expression. “Yeah,” he gruffly replies, and he stretches for a bit, his eyes dart towards your rack, making contact with your pretty bedazzled name tag that you probably decorated yourself. Cute. “Y/N,” he rolls off his tongue, tilting his head before staring at the baggage cabinet. “Could you.. be a doll and get my luggage for me? Heh. Silly me. My legs, unfortunately, fell asleep.”

“Oh, sure thing.” You‘d smile, and he watches you stroll directly in front of him, opening the cabinet that was directly above him. Just as you were about to grab one of his light weighted bags, the plane made a huge shake of turbulence— causing you to embarrassingly lose your balance and fall.

Toji catches you with quick reflexes, you‘re awkwardly on his lap, and he‘s giving you a near smirk. “Uh oh. Careful now,” he huskily murmurs, and that’s when you feel his touch—his hands that were on your waist since he caught you. Toji props you up, fixing your skirt for you but you can feel his eyes lingering on your body intimidatingly. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty little face.” And you gulp, almost swearing that you felt something poke out underneath your attendant blazer while propped on his lap. Something…. questionably hard.

That‘s the words that kept repeating in your head while you’re standing in front of Toji‘s seat, hands gripping down onto the head of the cushioned seat while his tongue’s in between your thighs. This was so risky — how did it even escalate like this? You were just conversing with him about his personal life out of curiosity, and now Toji’s dug deep in between your legs, lapping up your cunt like a filthy starved man. “Toji…” You’d whimper, gripping the seat. It was an older guy completely knocked out who sat directly in front of you, snoring loudly with headphones in, and you were praying he couldn’t hear you. Much less along with the other few passengers scattered throughout the first class section — no one was really woke, regarding it was three am. But still, anyone could just… see…. Toji Fushiguro … eating you out.

You shivered, feeling the coldness of his rings all over his fingers graze against your ass, giving you a proper spank to remind you to keep your back prettily arched for him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckles, warm breath fanning against your swollen clit. Your eyes nearly rollllll back, feeling him lap up your sweet essence for all that it‘s worth. “I’ve always been a—mpmh.. messy eater.”

“Fuck—” You’d sob out, and he very much was. Toji didn’t even have the decency to remove your skirt for you. He just rolled it up to your waist. His tongue’s slurping you absolutely dry, vacuuming your cunt and it’s not long before you’ve got his well-trimmed chin glistening with your honeyed slick. “I-I‘m gonna cum again i—if you keep eating me out like that.. Mr. Fushiguro..”

Toji brings another spank to the fat plump part of your ass, and you feel him drag a thumb toward your clit for more stimulation. “Nah. Toji, girl. Say it with me. Toji.”

“T—Toji.” You’d whimper out, heels digging into the carpeted ground.

“Louder.” He slowly circles his tongue deep into your folds.

“Someone‘s gonna hear if I—”

Toji’s wet glossed lips press and poke between your folds, and he grunts, continuing to sway his thumb back and forth against you at a more rapid speed. “Yeah? Aw, that‘s too bad. I can always stop eating you out then,” he departs his lips, giving your rump a hungry gaze. “Could take my ass right back to sleep with no problem, little girl.”

“Toji! Toji T—Toji!” You’d immediately wail out, definitely not wanting that. He grins against your cunt, diving back in with a sinister grin.

“Everything alright back there?” You hear near the very front — and it‘s the pilot, he sounds worried and you bit your lip, feeling dumb that you literally yelled aloud for everyone to hear. “...Y/N? Who’s Toji?”

You panted, loving the way his tongue dragged and rolled against your sensitive nub. You swallowed thickly, voice completely shaky. “Oh.. I‘m sorry…. I— I must have,” and you’re dumbfounded. You don’t know what to say, mind going blank from Toji’s tongue continuing to lap and lick your folds — going all different directions, from north, west, east, and fucking south. “I.. I must have mistaken someone…”

“Uh huh... okay,” the pilot replies in a tired voice. Yeah, he sounds like he most definitely doesn’t believe you, but goes along anyway. “Do a favor and do a sweep and check near the main aisles, alright?”

“Yes ….. sir. Right away,” You cutely complied, and Toji’s enjoying his meal happily, his tongue slowly sliding from up to down on your pussy and you whimper. You turn your head to look down at him while giving his messy black hair an adorable yank. He looks up at you with a red-handed simper. “Toji, you‘re gonna get me i—in trouble.”

Toji moans lowly on your cunt, giving your swollen lower lips sweet kisses before giving the fat of your thighs bite marks. His dark green eyes meet you again before he shrugs, “And,” he hums, making your legs spread a bit more to manipulate your poor sensitive nub with his tongue. “Won‘t be the end of the world, pretty girl,” and he chuckles, watching you turn back towards in front of you — sinking your teeth onto your knuckles. “Yes sir. Right away,” he mocks your sweet tone. “Such a lousy flight attendant. You lied straight to the pilot as you’re getting your pussy eaten by a passenger,” and he’s continuously dipping his tongue in and out of your sheeny cunt. “Such a shame. Don’t know how to take simple orders. Someone needs more training.”

You whine at his words, the sounds he made were so dirty — your pussy continued to pop from his mouth, and his nose kept tickling against your cunt. He definitely knew what he was doing. Your mouth slightly opens from his devilish tongue that‘s drinking your sweet savory juices like water. His jaw locks and tightens, and it‘s probably been about a good fifteen minutes. Toji could eat a girl out for hours. The epitome of a pussy pleaser.

“Toji,” you gasped, lashes fluttering with each blink. He playfully sucks on your sweet labia, fondling the clitoral hood in the process, and your left leg starts to bounce. “Toji… I—I don‘t know if you fucking heard me b—but I’m about to cum..”

“Oh, I heard you, sweetheart,” he mutters in a gravelly voice, skimming and slowly flicking his greedy tongue. You nearly cry out once he locates your sweet g-spot again, so sloppy with his meal. Toji slowly looks at you with a warm grin on his shimmering chin wet from being between your thighs. “All you gotta do is ask me. Then you can cum your cute little head off.”

You whine, tears swelling up in your eyes. His tongue felt so good — laid perfectly wide and flat against your pussy, lapping it up to its supremity.

“Please… lemme cum, Toji.” You panted in a quavering tone. It was the way that his tongue acted so diabolical, repeating its routine of directing itself toward your sex. It kept making your eyes go back with your mouth slightly going agape. This was probably the riskiest thing you‘ve ever done — you’ve never done anything this remotely raunchy in public, much less on the job. It made your pussy flutter though, Toji continuing to remind you that there are people watching, and anyone can just come in and see you getting so stupid on his tongue.

“Pretty please,” He adds, and you pout feeling him remove his lips — planting soft kisses near your inner thighs, running his tongue on the bite marks he created. “Say it.”

You’re almost sobbing, swallowing the invisible lump residing in your throat before furrowing your eyebrows, eyes darting towards the head of the plane. “P-Pretty please Toji… can‘t hold it..please.”

“Go ahead.” He roughly mumbles, and your body twitches from his response, sending you into a dazed crescendo. When you orgasm, a cute whiney squeak comes out, and you’re trying so hard not to scream out while you‘re cumming on Toji‘s tongue. Your lip trembles, fist clenched, and banging against the seat. Thank god the old man in front of you was dead asleep, that would have been pretty embarrassing.

He slurps you clean, finally departing with a pussy drunken smile while you’re breathing with shattering breaths. You turn around, watching Toji sit down with spread legs, sliding his tongue across his lips in such a dirty way — tongue dragging across his sexy slanted scar. “Good girl. C’mere.” He says, and you watch him slide his rough calloused fingers between his exorbitant gleaming belt. Toji unbuckled his pants, and you stroll to him with shaky legs. He’s got a thick bulge through his black-designed boxers imprinted in them, and you so desperately wanted to ride him.

He springs his thick, well-trimmed cock out that was exquisitely leaking out pre-cum. It was pretty. You plopped on his lap, but he twisted you a bit, making your back face him. “I’m gonna have fun breaking you, little miss flight attendant,” he whispers next to your ear, and your mouth opens again marginally from the way you started to slowly sink down onto his size. He was so big, Toji grunts next to your ear, making sure your protocol skirt remained rolled up towards your waist. He licks a stripe up your neck, feeling your nails penetrate into his pants leg. “That’s it. Mmm. Press your back towards me. Relax.”

“You’re really…. big…” You breathed out, walls starting to ease up and flutter around his girth. Your cute pussy was trying to adjust, and he slithers a hand towards your cunt before going through your cute attendant blazer to feel on your tummy. “Mr. Fus— Toji… you’re not gonna fit.”

“Yeah…?” Toji hums, and he’s got a hand gently wrapping around your throat — his voice is so raspy and condescending, in a teasing way. Your pussy’s nothing like your words though, it’s sliding right in regardless of the stretch, and you’re embarrassingly biting back your words. “I dunno. This pussy’s saying something different, baby. You’re just being dramatic,” and he huffs directly next to your ear, sliding his hands all around your body. “You‘re a big girl—” and he grunts, you laying your head against his neck with a whimper, sinking deeper before he smiles. “I‘m sure you can take me. Nothing a pretty little flight attendant like you can‘t handle. There ya go. Mmm shit.”

You let out a long drawn-out whimper, knees slightly bucking from his thick cock — head reaching deep into your heated core. “Stretchy ass pussy,” he pants huskily, and you suppress a loud moan that was about to escape your lips once he’s finally all the way in. Toji’s got a sinister smile on his face, licking his lips with his tongue. “See. This pretty cunt knows how to take what its given,” and he writhes — watching you squirm and shift around his size in attempts to get comfortable. To say you‘ve taken anyone remotely as big or bigger than Toji is — a heavy understatement. You’d be lying straight through your teeth. “Start riding me, girl.”

“O—Okay, Toji.” You stammered, sitting all pretty in his lap. You started to move your hips in an orderly fashion and he wraps his strong bulky arms around your waist. Your hands gripped tightly onto his clenched thighs, and your breaths were exponentially heavy, walls contracting around his tight length. “Shit… shit… shit.”

“Filthy fucking mouth. Someone oughta teach you how to speak proper,” Toji tuts with a low growl, spongey walls mending and spasming — with his degrading words going straight to your cunt, it sends your frail body in a frenzy. “Pretty cock hungry whore with a little potty mouth. Exactly what you are, huh?”

You whine from the way you‘re bouncing now, his degrading words transmitting your empty brain into a complete and utter crazed state. “S—Sorry Toji,” you’d pant, feeling the crown of his cock poke repeatedly inside your cunt — making you let out cute whimpers and whines. He hit everywhere, deep and rough, letting you fuck yourself on his cock. Your cute noises were shaky as you bounced on his lap, having a race with your own breath. Toji‘s never had sex on an airplane before, but if it meant you’d always work at this particular airline, then he’d probably come more often than he usually does. “Can’t help it when your cock is just… stretching m—my pussy out.”

“Heh, It’s okay,” he grins, racing his hands towards your little flight attendant blazer. His hands slide through your shirt, and he gropes your breasts, giving them a good squeeze, and that makes you moan softly, feeling his fingers circle around your perky nipples. Your heartbeat pounded fast, and it was quite dim in the wing of first class. Since it was early at three am — in the airplane, the only lights being produced were the ones near the windows, bright orange and red. The sounds, pure white noise including the sound of the rumbling grumbling engine, along with the extreme sounds of the skin slapping you made, featuring your honeyed voice moaning and babbling on Toji’s dick. “Aw, you poor baby,” and he‘s whispering over your whines, a hand caressing your neck. “Been standing on your feet all day. This probably just what you needed huh?”

You let out a long sigh, pout squeezing onto your pretty glossed lips with a pathetic, “Y-Yeah… yeah...” you’d softly whimper out, his cock disappearing deeply inside your cunt over and over. It was like a magic trick of the sort, super sloppy and erratic. It was almost as if Toji‘s dick had something to do with Houdini — vanishing right inside your sopping wet pussy. “Feels really good… Toji.”

“Good,” he groans, dragging his rough hands toward your hips again. Your movements were so sweet, thrashing and smacking back against his pelvic bone. “Mmm fuck,” he’d huff from a thrust, and you were sure his cock exclusively prodded against your cervix for a brief moment. You felt it too, because you whined loudly, and Toji brings a big hand to your mouth. “Shit. Right there? That spot, sweetheart?” You’d cutely reply with a slow head nod, whimpering muffled cries into the palm of his hand and Toji smiles, bringing your back closer to his chest.

“So cute,” he growls, and you suck in a sharp breath. You’re quivering, and it’s not long before your tongue lolls out from his deep thrusts, penetrating way inside beneath your gummy walls. His manly fragrance is so strong, it makes you practically dizzy as you’re whining. The coil within you creates tension, and pressures being built up and you’re ultimately throbbing because of his doing. He removes his hand with a simper, “See. And you said you couldn’t take me. You’re doin’ just fine, pretty girl.”

“Y/N?”

You freeze up looking in front of you to see one of your good flight attendant friends, Kyle. He was rolling the cart that was filled with drinks and refreshments for the passengers aboard — and Toji felt you dig into his calf. “T—Toji… W-What do I do? He’s gonna see me!” You panicked, muscles tightening and your bouncing became vaguely sloppy.

Toji chuckles lowly beneath your ear, and you’re not finding anything relatively funny. He coos, feeling you stop bouncing while he tries to make your blazer at least somewhat decent. “Ah, calm down Y/N. Just… sit on my lap. It’s pretty dark, he won’t know,” and he feels you writhe around slightly with his cock still deep inside you. The fellow flight attendant made his way closer until he reached the aisle — staring at the… peculiar scene that was happening. “Unless you make it obvious, little girl.” He mutters the last bit in your ear, reaching a hand down to your pussy that’s hiding underneath your skirt, causing you to whine.

The scene was…. definitely odd at the least. You, one of his co-workers propped on a passenger's lap in the middle of the night, hair slightly messy and you looked like you’d just run a marathon. “Oh… h-hey Kyle. What’s… up?” He’s gripping the cart with a furrowed eyebrow. Toji starts to teasingly bounce his leg, and you almost let out a moan, smacking against his leg but he ignores your cute little remark.

“Who’s.. he?” He suddenly says, with pursed lips.

Toji‘s giving the other flight attendant a fake smile, waiting for some reply you‘d come up with. But he figured you‘d say something boring. You inhaled, glancing around the terminal with near half lidded eyes. “Oh… um.. well… he’s no o—”

“Yo. I’m her boyfriend,” Toji abruptly says with smug arrogance, playfully bringing you up close to his chest. Boyfriend? Your heart raced, wondering what this guy’s deal was. To be fair though, you weren’t exactly complaining. How could you when your mind was so completely empty? Toji laughs mentally, watching the guy’s face fall — bringing a peck to your forehead. “Was just coddling a little with her before she gets back to work,” and he slithers a hand up your thigh, panting from his fingers trailing near the crevices of your legs. “Ain‘t that right... baby?”

You felt so stuffed full, praying that your co-worker didn’t see, it was really dim so high chance he didn’t but still. “Um… yeah…” You went along with it, trying to sound at least somewhat believable. Toji‘s cock stood still, and it took everything in you for your eyes to not roll back. “I‘m about to… get up.. actually.”

“…….Okay,” he awkwardly responds through gritted teeth, clearing his throat and smiling. “Uh.. what was I gonna say,” he mutters, jogging his memory. “Right. Well, don’t forget to sweep the aisles, and take any more last-minute orders. Help... uh.. supervise,” and he pauses, watching Toji whisper something in your ear. You nervously smiled back at your co-worker in response. “……I don’t know if the pilot told you, but yeah. Estimated time for arrival is around five in the morning.”

“T—Thank you, Kyle,” You’d give him a fake grin, and he walks away into the main passenger section, away from the expensive lavish part of the plane.

Once it was clear, you moaned — Toji making you lie down on the stretchable bed directly next to the seated chairs. You panted, radiating heat immediately rising to your cheeks. That was so risky. So awkward. It made your heart race, synchronizing with your pussy entirely. “M-My… boyfriend? Since when are you, my boyfriend?”

“Yeah.. sorry about that sweetheart,” Toji gruffs in a low voice, and you stare at him, unzipping your skirt before tearing it off of you. He’s got a near-hungry gaze — obsidian strands of hair nearly blocking his view of vision. “It was quite amusing to see his face when I said that though. He looked so devastated heh,” and you slip out a whimper, feeling him insert his cock back inside of you. “The poor bastard. Shame he can’t get inside this sweet pussy. Only I can.”

Your breathing hitches as your cunt swallows him whole. Toji rubs a hand on your tummy, presenting your core with deep slow strokes. “T-Toji… I work with him… now things are g-gonna be awkward…”

“Good,” he hums with a playful grin. Toji pivoted his hips with such force. Your breathing is erratic and you’re clinging onto his strong tuxedo sleeves. Toji’s staring at you — watching your back cutely arch before he brings your knees to your chest. You look so pretty, he‘s ruthlessly jerking his hips against your slippery core. “Bet he’s biting his damn fists thinking about fucking this,” and he pauses and lets out a grunt, watching your cunt take him in with all its might. “Loose little cunt. It‘s just gripping…. around me so… good,” and his eyes nearly roll back, voice changing pitches sexily. “Fucking shit.”

You whimpered, walls fluttering — and you’re holding onto your last breath. His cock repeated to bully inside of your folds, tapping against your g-spot to make you cry out cute and stuttering whimpers. “T-Toji…” and you look adorable, eyebrows furrowed from his deep penetrative thrusts going in and out of your cunt — slapping and thwacking against your heated sex. At this point, you didn’t really care who heard you. You kept repeating his name over and over and over again as if it was some enchanting mantra. “Toji… Toji… r—right there Toji… please…”

“My god, woman.” he hissed — feeling him lean in super close to your face. You were completely fucked dumb to comprehend let alone think properly, but Toji leans in and kisses you. Deeply. He used a hand to slither beneath your hot-tempered body, making your legs open for him and it instinctively wraps around his slim slutty waist. You opened your mouth slightly, kissing him back, transferring your exotic whines and noises into his mouth. Toji tasted so sweet like candy, not only could you taste the lingering savory tang of rich champagne on his tongue, but you tasted yourself as well, from when he was eating you out earlier.

The both of you were close, and you whimper, watching him depart to bury his head into your neck — taking in your candied scent. “Fuck,” he stammered, licking another stripe up your neck. “So close,” and then he swallows, dragging a rough hand towards your tummy, sitting up to stare at you with lust-hungry eyes. “Tell me…” he breathes, gnawing on his lip. “Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?”

“In me.” You immediately responded, and your pussy’s getting absolutely demolished by his cock. You wanted to be filled, just the thought of it was enough to make your mouth swell up with water — salivating. It was so lewd. You craved it.

“Be more specific, little girl.” Toji bluntly says, planting kisses down your collarbone. He grips your chin, making you stare at him, and you arch your back, eyes nearly reaching near your skull again — seeing pure and utter blackness before he sneaks another kiss on your lips. “Where inside? I‘m gonna need to hear you explain in detail.”

“In…. In my pussy,” you whined and saying it aloud made heat rise to both sides of your face. Toji stares at you, sexily raising an eyebrow as if he’s telling you to keep talking. You huffed, voice trembling from his voice shaking you roughly underneath him of the comfy cushioned sofa. “I… I want you to fill your cum inside my cunt T—Toji,”and your lip quivers, sliding your right leg down his back seductively. “Don‘t spill any… wanna feel stuffed with your seed.”

Toji looks away as if he’s actually thinking about it, and you pout — not fond of his teasing.

“Good. That‘s how you should speak. Nice and proper,” and as he rubs a thumb against your lip, Toji feels the anklet you wore above your foot rub against his chiseled toned back. “Better be a good girl and shut the fuck up then. Don’t want your pilot to hear how much of a slut you‘re being for me, huh?”

“I— I don’t care if he hears.” You’d whimper.

“Really now,” Toji lowly rasps, and his tone is amused more than anything. You softly shake your head as a response, and a little smile spreads on his face. “Ah, that‘s cute. Moments ago you were so scared to make noise,” and Toji pushes your leg up, having you sling it over his shoulder. You gasp, feeling his hips jolt and ram against you before he pants — having a hand squeeze onto the fat of your thigh. Toji’s muscles tense, and he draws in a hot breath, seeing your perfect body beneath him just jump and twitch from each dramatic thrust he‘s making. “Whatever then. Take it then, baby. F—Fucking take it.”

You let out a silent squeal, feeling Toji‘s hips slow before he’s jerking, spilling a thick load right into your cunt — painting your spongey insides white. Toji dissolved into pleasure, sinking his teeth into your neck gently, and he moans quite loud himself. His voice is low and gravelly, strained against your skin and it makes your pussy twitch once he’s trying to catch his breath. He‘s roughly panting, and for a moment you think you hear his voice crack briefly.

“Shit,” he heaves through shattered teeth, sitting up. You panted yourself, watching him grunt before swiping his cock head against your folds — watching the gooey cum spill out in spurts, coating your pussy with its will. Toji then pulls up his pants, buckling them before narrowing his eyes towards you. “Lie back for me, Y/N.”

“O—Okay…” You panted, watching Toji sit back. He brings you close to him, and you’re confused before he brings two fingers towards your stuffed cunt.

He brings his perfect crooked and sinister lips to your neck, softly pecking a kiss, before he mutters to you in a low voice. “I gotta ask. A man ever make you squirt before?”

Your eyes were half lidded, feeling him spread your legs open for him — grazing a hand down your chest. “Uh… no… I don‘t think so.”

“No?” Toji grins, pulling your head back towards him. You shook your head, and you whimper, feeling him shove his remains of cum out your stuffy cunt. It was poured deep inside, as it should be and that made his erect hard cock twitch inside his pants. “You‘ll let me change that, huh? You deserve that much for being such a good girl.”

“Please,” You‘d moan out, white noise filling your ears. You stared in front of you, not realizing how much time passed — the sunset was just about to come up now. “Make me s-squirt.. Toji.”

He hums at your honeyed response, and he’s got the bowling ball grip, middle, and ring finger both perfectly coordinated and shoved inside your twitching pussy. He grabs a black towel from near the cabinet beneath him and puts it under you just in case. “Kay. Relax for me,” he coos, and you start to pant — feeling his two slender digits squirm inside your cunt. His fingers are being coated with his cum along with your sweet juices as well. He’s slowly stimulating your clit, and your lip trembles, sliding a hand down to feel his grip in your soaked folds. “Your g-spot‘s so cute.” He mutters against your neck, fingertips prodding against it, and it feels like a little ridge, spasming from his fingers entirely.

“Fuck… T—Toji..” You‘d cry out, his fingers so thick, stretching your pussy even more than it already was earlier. Your cunt was so submissive to him, swallowing his fingers with ease, building pressure and your leg started to shake. You’re so wet, he finds it adorable, swiping the tip of his two digits against your gummy walls that‘s fluttering and clenching around him. He’s stroking inside — making your mind dizzy, and you‘re trying not to be so loud.

Toji smiles behind your head, curling his fingers around your cunt and you cry out. “Sweetheart. Can you be any louder, damn,” he chuckles, slapping a hand softly over your mouth. You muffled incoherent babbles into his palm now, probably slobbering all over it, but he doesn‘t mind. Toji’s fingers reach your g-spot again, and he gradually tickles against it, watching your body twitch and jolt — head laid back against him, engulfing in his designer cologne scent. “Good girl. Like that, bare around my fingers. Mhm,” and your eyes are wandering in all kinds of directions. His fingers are penetrating deep into your slick core, prodding against your g-spot in a circular motion. Even with muffled moans, you‘re still quite loud and he finds it so cute. “Doing so good for me, pretty girl.”

Your cunt pulsates at his praises, and your eyes nearly roll back once you feel a peculiar sensation of heat building up. “Mmph—! Mmph…” You‘d gasp, his rough hand still covering your mouth.

Toji massages your sweet spot, knowing exactly where to go with his fingers. Inside and out. Inside and out, in a rapid motion — making you incapable to think, and he brings his lips to your ear, talking over your moans. “I know, I know,” and his voice is low, you could still hear the sheer smug in his tone though. You spot him grinning from the corner of your peripherals, sly smile and the slanted scar on his lips poking, briefly showing his subtle dimples. “You feel it don‘t you? It‘s quite normal, don‘t worry.”

You slowly give him a nod, reaching a hand to feel his arm and he smiles — and Toji hears your pussy letting out wet squelching sounds. It felt so good, repeatedly hitting the back of your head against him. He thinks you’re so cute, about to gush out all on his fingers. “Let go for me Y/N. Squirt on my fingers, yeah?”

Your walls burst at his command, and you do willingly but hesitatingly. You feel yourself exploding — combusting, pussy getting tense and you‘re squirting on Toji’s fingers. He watches your body jostle roughly, eyes rolling back and you let out a loooong drawn-out orgasm, and he’s got his hand covering your mouth still, shushing you while chuckling against your ear. The feeling was something you’d definitely never felt before, and he removed his grip from your mouth. “O—Oh my god, Toji.” You’d breathe out, fat tears remaining on your long lashes. Your tiny voice trembled on every word. He slides his fingers out, with a cute pop and you whimper, puffy breaths completely heavy. “Fuck…. fuck…. fuck…”

Toji squeezes your pussy with his whole wrist, feeling your soaked cunt beneath him and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. “Good fucking girl.”

And right then, the P.A. system beeps, and it’s the pilot speaking. You pant, eyes completely half lidded. “Alright folks. Cleared for the ILS, runway three four at 5:27 A.M.,” and you moan against Toji‘s chest, not wanting to get up. You had to though. Because you did… sort of work here. “We‘re finally cleared to land. Beautiful skies today! All flight attendants, prepare to help passengers disembark and help unload their luggage. Over.”

“Are you… gonna get up or are you gonna stay here with me, sweetheart?” Toji raises a brow, watching your stiff body just pant above him. He cleans you up with the large towel — helping you slip your panties and skirt back on.

“Stay...” You’d mumble in a cock-drunken pant, mind completely in a daze.

Toji rolls his eyes with a sleazy smile and helps you stand up, you‘re intaking a sharp breath. You realize how tall he is now, and with the beaming sunlight shining on his face, he looks so handsome, pretty even. He‘s staring down at you with stoic green eyes. And then it dawned on you. You fucked Toji Fushiguro. The Toji Fushiguro. You’ve seen him on the news, and heard stories about him. “The Sorcerer Killer.” He was this dangerous ruthless assassin. And yet... you just had him deep in your guts, had him let you squirt, and ate your pussy out like it was the best meal he‘s ever gotten his hands on.

No regrets though. The whore in you screamed that you‘d definitely do it again.

“Oh yeah,” he cuts off your lewd thoughts, strolling towards the sink near the pilot’s cabin. You lazily follow him, holding your work heels in your hand. “Forgot. You never did actually get to help me with my luggage. That‘s alright. I think I got it.”

You stared at Toji — watching him wash his hands thoroughly, and he catches you gawking at him through the mirror briefly. He dries his hands off, and you fix your blazer with a needy sigh. “Thank you for um… choosing our airlines, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Toji, girl.” He tells you, swiping a delicate thumb against your lips.

“Right… Toji,” You‘d softly reply, staring into his emerald viridescent eyes. He liked the way you said his name, he found it cute. Somewhat endearing. The eye contact remains before you clear your throat, giving him room to leave the claustrophobic filled bathroom. “I hope your uh… trip goes well. Wherever you‘re going.”

Toji sulks, rolling his eyes. “Gimme your phone.”

“My phone?” You stammered, and he just blankly stares at you, as if his eyes asserted dominance, saying: you heard me. “Okay…”

Toji grabs your phone, and he scrolls his stubby fingers through — and reaches the contact app. He pulls out his too and you stood still, wiping any remaining running mascara down your face, hearing him type quickly, tapping his foot against the carpet floor. He‘s got a stoic expression, the blue light reflecting on his face.

“There,” he says, with a sly smile. You grab your phone, looking down then at him. He gave you his phone number, and texted himself. “I could tell you‘re probably gonna want more of me,” and his voice is low — face flushing with radiating heat once his eyes lingers towards your chest then back up at your face. “Just give me a text when you‘re horny. Whenever I come back on this airline again, I’ll be in the same place. You know.”

“Okay.” you glanced up at him, locking your phone. Toji brings a peck to your forehead, slipping you a hundred dollar bill, and he stuffs it in your bra before you watched him start to walk away. You gasp, and mumble a, “Thank… you…?”

“Work on your customer service for me. I‘ll be seeing you, Y/N.” And he unloads his things, boarding off the jet. You stood on shaky legs, before opening your phone to see Toji‘s contact again just out of curiosity.

Your eyes widened, seeing a full-blown image of Toji's veiny cock with a brief text underneath the attachment that read: “Sleep well, little girl. Tell that Kyle guy I said hey.”

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rough zhongli… from behind….. 🙁🙁🙁

cw. rough, fem! reader, a little feral

zhongli was delirious to how you’re feeling, labored breathing parting from his lips— his cock was glazed with your arousal which he would immediately ram back into you, flooding it over your walls because how could he not?

he‘s so effected by how you‘re clenching down, desperately whining for him to make you cum before fluttering your hole around his girth again. It’s overwhelming— your needy cries are followed by a long drawn-out sob, yet little do you realize it‘s only heightening the burning desire in his blood.

forthwith, he’d let you know how crazy your puffed up pussy was turning him, how it was still, not enough. not even a little bit.

your ass was prettily perked up as he was sliding his cool palms under your ribcage, swatting you into him. but now, under his blown out pupils, he watches your raw squirms, the way you’re messily smearing your pussy into his erection and turning needier— your longing was clearly insatiable and so was his.

yet don’t be fooled because thankfully, zhongli wasn‘t done with you yet, he only just started.

he‘s pressing down on you with his crushing bodyweight, thrusting and drumming his cock past your sticky cunt and leaving it in— so you could get a real good taste of how he’s throbbing, even though he knew you were awaiting more friction, waiting until it was you who was creaming on him with the excess amount littering down all over your hole and crevices.

but the ache, that painful burn in his cock was climbing all over his body and soul. zhongli was beginning to have a hard time holding himself back for you.

"stay— stay like this beloved." his tone was fading low and he feels you crumble under him, breathless and in a trance— because no one in this world was on par with his level of intensity.

zhongli patches you up real good, over and over until you‘re moulding and quivering under his body, eyes beaming and crisscrossed as you whine out his name all shy and sweet, grasping for air, "zhongli— zhongli!" and he wonders if you had already lost your mind— then he grits his teeth and whines when you send another shockwave through his cock by how turned on and wet you were. how open and …vulnerable.

he might be the next one to spiral from your needy traces when you milk his cock through soft squeezes, letting go and clenching down again, over and over because his shaft was so warm and fitting too, filling you up and throbbing within your pulsing walls.

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toji fucks you like this. and even with all of the gasping and whining, you still squeeze him like your life depends on it, needy and determined to feel the pressure of his cock filling you up always.

he’ll press a kiss to your temple, one so soft that it directly contradicts the power behind his strokes as he murmurs “Look at my pretty fucking girl, taking it like a champ.”

Stressful Day.

Pairing: Kunikida x f!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Naughty words, dom!Kunikida, unprotected sex, just pure filth. 

You looked up from the book you were reading on the sofa when you heard the door slam shut.

“Kida?” You called out and stood up, straightening the button up shirt you stole from Kunikida’s wardrobe that evening. Your boyfriend had been getting home later recently due to the increased workload dumped on him because of his co-workers… Dazai especially. You sighed when he didn’t answer and adjusted your underwear, before going in search of him. Just as he kicked off his shoes aggressively at the entrance of your shared home, he stormed past you, grabbing your upper arm, dragging you to the bedroom.

“Kida, honey?” You whimpered as his grip tightened around your limb. The bedroom door swung into the wall at the force he opened it, quickly followed by it being slammed as he almost threw you into the room. You turned to look at him, and before you could see anything, each hand grabbed a side of the shirt you were wearing and yanked hard. Buttons popped off and fabric tore under the force of the pull, leaving your chest bare before Kunikida, nipples hardening at the sudden exposure.

You gasped, hands flying to take your boyfriend’s hair out of his usual ponytail as his lips attached to one of your breasts. He sucked on the skin of your chest roughly, dragging a mewl from your lips as your hands tangled themselves into his blonde locks.

“That bastard is insufferable” Kida growled against your skin, fingers digging into your hips with a bruising grip after he’d pulled the remains of his shirt from your body. You could only answer with a moan as he shifted to your other breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth roughly, swirling his tongue around the stiff nub. You were in for it now.

“Gets away with doing nothing for the agency.” Kida grunted as he jerked your underwear down your legs, picking you up out of the fabric pooling on the floor and threw you onto the bed. He discarded his own clothes with an almost inhuman speed before joining you on the bed, forcing your already shaking legs open for him. His head dipped between your legs and he gave you a forceful, long lick along your cunt, drawing a loud moan from your heaving chest. He didn’t often lose his temper like this, but whenever he did, you knew you were in for a long night.

“Useless, suicidal maniac” He snarled against your thighs, biting down as he roughly pushed his middle finger deep into your folds. He pinned your hip to the bed with his free hand as you tried to buck your hips to his hand, stretching you out as he forced another finger deep into your heat. Your head fell back onto the pillows as you moaned at the sensation, gripping at the sheets beneath your body. Kunikida’s rhythm was fast and brutal, and it had you drenching his hand within no time at all, almost making you scream when he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly as he curled his fingers into that special spot you were hoping for him to pay attention to.

You felt his pace falter for a split second as your walls clamp around his fingers, and your hands yanking at his hair as the coil of pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach snapped, and your first orgasm of the night washed over you hard and fast.

“Bastard doesn’t know how much stress he causes” Kunikida growled, pulling away from your pussy, licking his lips. He used the juices from his fingers to slick up his length, pumping himself a few times before the commands started.

“All fours. I won’t ask again.” He snarled and you complied, afraid of what the punishment would be if you dare disobey him when he was in this mood. He once again forced your legs open wide enough for his liking with his strong leg before positioning himself behind you.  You moaned loudly as Kunikida forced his cock into you with one, rough thrust, grunting in satisfaction as he bottomed out within you. He didn’t waste time for you to adjust to his size like he usually would, before grabbing your hips harshly, pulling out of your heat almost entirely before snapping his hips back to yours.

He held the animalistic pace he set, hitting so deep within you that you were already seeing stars. Your moans and gasps only spurred him on more, as he wrapped your long hair around his fist, yanking your head upwards, as he continued to pound into you ruthlessly from behind.

“You’d never be such an inconvenience, would you?” He snarled into your ear. A shudder ripped down your spine and his words caused you to clench around him for the second time that night.

“N-No Sir! Please…” You begged, although unsure what for. Another rumble sounded form his throat as he released your hair, using your hips to pull you back onto him with even more force than you knew was possible. The coil within you snapped harsher than the first time as you came, your juices leaking from your hole as Kunikida forced himself into you over again. Your knees almost gave in under you as his actions only sped up, your orgasm not fazing him in the slightest.

“Kida, baby, please… ah! T-Too much…” You whimpered through ragged breaths. It landed a harsh smack to your backside, causing you to yelp, your body arching away from the sudden pain.

“We’re not done until I say so.” His voice was raw; primal even. He shifted all his weight to his knees and pulled your body up to his chest by your throat. Your moans were restricted but it didn’t stop you letting them go as your boyfriend began to hit all the right spots from this new angle.

“You have one more in you for me, correct?” He whispered hoarsely in your ear as his free hand snaked around your waist and dipped between your legs, the pad of his thumb circling your soaked clit at a pace matching his thrusts. You whined out at the sensation, already overstimulated, but nodded the best you could with your other half’s hand still around your throat. He let his guard drop and moaned properly as your walls began to close around him once again, his thrusts becoming rapid and uncoordinated. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, heat rising in your body as Kunikida managed to rip another orgasm from your body. He growled loudly, grip tightening on your throat and his hand working quicker on your clit to keep you through your high, before he pressed his hips flush with yours, emptying hot, thick ropes of cum within you. You whined out in relief and pleasure as you felt Kunikida’s cock pulse against your walls, his pace slowing to a stop as his own ecstasy began to die down. You winced a little as he pulled his now softening member from you, and you both collapsed on the bed, completely spent.

You snuggled into Kida’s chest and hummed softly against his sweat-slicked skin as he wrapped his arms around you, tracing delicate little patterns along the naked skin of your back.

“I’m sorry, love, I wasn’t too much was I?” He mumbled, shifting to bury his face int your hair. You smiled into him and shook your head.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, neither of you moving. You felt a smile grow on his face, the smile he usually gave you after a session like this; the man was blissed out. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and whispered sheepishly against you.

“Much… Thank you…”

Never too old

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+, mdni, age gap!

It was no secret that Levi was aging, just last week he celebrated his 40th birthday with you and the rest. Levi didn't mind that he was getting older, he had had a thigh life and all he wanted was a peaceful one with you by his side. You were ten years younger, meeting him when you started to work as a waitress in his tea shop. It was only inevitable that two years later, you two are in a relationship.

With age, comes his first gray hair too, you noticed it the other morning when you were getting ready, you really tried to hold your tongue from saying anything but that was never your strong side. "Look at that, your first gray hairs old man." You chuckled, teasing your lover as he got dressed. "Who the fuck are you calling old?" Your eyes ran up and down his strong back, you loved every scar on his skin. "You are old." You tease again, this time with a lot more conviction in your voice. He didn't like that.

By this time, you were supposed to be opening the tea shop, instead, you're in your bed gasping as Levi places kisses down your bare hips. "Old huh? I'll fucking you old." He bites into your lower navel just above your underwear, he licks over the mark he left on your skin before looking up at you, the high scar on his face intimate many, to you, he was so beautiful.

Levi removes your underwear gently, despite the fingers he is missing, he was able to slide them off without any trouble. He kisses up your body again, leaving a wet trail behind, when he reaches your ear, he kisses your earlobe. You put your hands on his shoulders as you look at him. "Don't fidget too much, understood?" You nod, kissing the side of his neck as his hand slodes down lower.

He inserted two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of your heat, his movements are harsh, clearly, the comment you threw his way earlier got him even if it was just a joke. You moan softly as his fingers side into your pussy, your eyes never leaving his. All his scars and wounds, yet, he was more handsome than any man you have ever seen.

His lips kiss your own, it is a rough and sloppy kiss and you love every second of it. Moaning against his mouth, your hands slide to wrap around the back of his neck, and his fingers start to move faster inside of you making you buck your hips against his hand. Levi pulls away from the kiss, biting into your lower lip. "You're so fucking wet, keep your hips down, baby." He pins your hips down with his other hand, bending his fingers inside of you.

"Oh fuuuck!" You throw your head back, a loud moan escaping your lips. Levi was always so skilled with his hands, years of experience use of ODM gear gave him that skill. Your walls start to clench around his fingers which makes Levi finger you even faster, he enjoys this thoughtfully. Only he knows how to pleasure you like this.

A few customers could be waiting outside for the shop to open so that they can have those morning drinks but Levi doesn't care. He never puts anything above you, his purpose is to please you and make you see stars, he won't stop until you come around his fingers. Levi spits on your cunt, making it easier for his fingers to pump into you.

"Levi that feels so good!" You try desperately to buck your hips again but Levi holds them down. "I said keep your fucking hips down. Don't make me tell you again." He warns you, fucking you more harshly with his digits. Moving his thumb, he rubs your clit softly, he knows your body like a map, every curve, every little movement. It's a perfect combination, his fingers slide into you roughly, and his thumb rubs your clit gently.

It's enough to push you over the edge, your eyes roll back, whimpers surpass your wet lips. The only sound in the room is the breeze coming from the open window and sloppy sounds of Levi's fingers pleasuring you. You grab onto his forearm, you know he doesn't like it when you cum without his permission. "Levi, I news to cum, please... please..."

"Do you now? Interesting...." He softens his movement to curl his fingers inside of you, feeling your warm walls clench tightly around him again. "...Cum all over my fingers, baby." And you do just that, you let go of the knot that built in your lower navel, coming over his fingers and wetting the mattress under you. Levi doesn't mind it, he hates mess until it's your mess.

As you calm down from your high, Levi kisses your cheek before he spreads your legs again, running his cock on your pussy. "Tell me when..." You open your eyes, his hands slide on your waist, you nod your head, still a little in a daze from the intense orgasm you just had moments before.

Levi thrusts into you in one swift motion, groaning at how perfect your cunt feels wrapped around his cock. "Mhh always so ready for me. Fuck I love you." He starts to move, your hands grip the sheets, and your moans echo loudly in sync with his hard thrusts. Maybe people outside can hear you but that's not a concern you care about right now.

His cock pounds deep and hard, Levi knows how you like it. "You think someone younger can make you feel like this? Can fuck you until tears are streaming down your face huh?" His hands go up to squeeze your breasts, making you whimper slightly as he plays with your nipples. "No..just you!" You say through moans, loving the way he is treating you right now.

"That's right and don't you ever forget it. I am never too old to fuck your sweet cunt unit you can't walk." His hips start to snap into you at a restless pace, he hisses at the slight pain in his knee however he keeps going fucking you harshly.

After some time, you notice the discomfort in his face. You pull his body closer to yours, kissing him passionately on the lips and wrapping your legs around his hips as he keeps slamming into you. Quickly, Levi gets the message and switches your position, his hands on your thighs and you are now on top of him.

You start to move your hips with his, thing position makes you feel his cock even deeper inside of you. Levi rubs up and down your legs as you ride him, you leans back, putting your hands on his thighs. Levi loves the view, he can fully see himself sliding inside of your wet pussy.

"Mhh that's it, keep going." His hands move to your ass and he starts to move you even faster on his length. You moan, looking down at Levi and the way his wet hair is dripping with sweat, his abs flexing as he fucks up into you.

When you feel his cock twitching inside of you, you lean forward again, your fingers digging into his strong chest, your pussy clamping down on him. You start to move more passionately, causing Levi to moan and roll his eyes back.

He is on cloud nine, your pussy feels too good for him like this. Without warning, Levi grips your hips roughly and starts to bounce you on top of his cock. His hips thrust fast, all he wants to do is cum deep inside of you. "Fuck fuck fuck..." Groaning, Levi slaps your ass a couple of times when he feels you start to cum on him, your nails dig into his chest.

"Oh yes, Levi! Right there!" He has you moaning shamelessly, Levi closes his eyes as he slams into you hard one last time before squirting thick ropes of cum deep inside your pussy. You lay your hand on his chest, he is still inside of you. Levi runs his fingers through your messy hair as you calm down from your high.

"You were right...you really are never too old." You smile, kissing his neck. Levi pulls out of gently, his cum drips out onto his lower stomach. "You're messy aren't you?" He kisses your forehead. You chuckle. "Want me to lick it off of you?"

"I'll always take you up on that offer, sweetheart."

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"Lost Lamb." | OG Sukuna X Reader | Pilot

{ This is a pilot read for my next Sukuna x Reader fanfic!! }

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Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, blood, some slight gore, mentions of burning bodies, runaway reader, caught stealing, servant reader, Master x Servant, mentions of abuse, trigger warnings, abandonment, starvation (???), Uraume cooks a human-

Reader: Female Reader

Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

Words: 4.673k

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! <3

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The harsh grasp of his hand on your throat choked out any amount of air that would have reached your lungs. Nails as sharp as knives threatening to slit your jugular and let the crimson liquid spill into his palm.

No one has ever before dared to enter his temple —his home— and lived. So why? Why did a young woman such as this one decide to tempt fate and test her life?

"Pl-Please... don't..." She choked out, blood pooling from her lips.

Sukuna sneered in disgust at the sight. "Why shouldn't I?"

Fat tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, shaking and trying to stay composed so as to not upset the curse further. You knew death was going to come easy if you said the wrong things or did something to annoy him.

"I caught you scavenging like a pathetic rat in my kitchen." Eyes that could cut diamonds pierced your heart. "How dare you, human?"

"...D-Didn't mean... upset you...."

"Pathetic. A mortal like you shouldn't be allowed another ounce of breath."

You knew he was right; you had gone into his home looking for food. Tempting the gods into giving you a punishment by his hand. The King of Curses finding you looking for food and stealing from him was going to have a consequence, and yet you didn't care.

You were hungry, on the verge of death even.

"Please... let me.. pay you.." You cried, your whimpering growing quiet as air was sucked from your chest.

"Pay me? PAY ME?" A loud bellow left the cursed king, the laugh rattling your bones and heart to the core.

"You wish to pay for that food you tried to steal from me? That's laughable. I wouldn't allow it even if you got on your hands and knees and begged for forgiveness."

With a swift recoil of his arm, Sukuna threw you into a wall. A crack echoing from the back of your skull before you landed on the ground, a bleeding and coughing mess. His footsteps slowly numbed into the background as an ear-splitting headache surfaced.

"If you wish to live, however.."

Blood, spit and tears collected in a small puddle on the floor as Sukuna spoke. The ringing in your head makes you cry into a shriveled up mess of misery.

"You'll cook, clean, and serve me whichever way I wish."

His hand came down on the back of your head, nails digging into your temples as Sukuna lifted your gaze to him again.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Unable to nod, you gave a small 'yes' as you desperately held back a cough. Sukuna scoffed, releasing your head and dropping you onto the cold floor. He turned his attention to the servant that was peeping in on the conversation, calling them over and speaking to them.

"Uraume, take this.... human.. to the showers." Sukuna's voice was slowly fading into the buzzing noise. "Make sure she's taken care of by tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Sukuna." The servant mumbled, bowing their head slightly before turning to you.

Sukuna took one more look down at you and turned, heading towards the temple doors and out to only God knows where. The person called 'Uraume' stepped forward and knelt down, gesturing for you to stand and grab a hold of their hand.

"Th-Thank you." You mumbled, though didn't think you should've.

"You're welcome." They mumbled, hooking your arm around their neck and placing their hand around your waist. "Let's go."

Quietly, the subordinate guided you to the showers. Your eyes looking around the temple as you both walked by the many statues of the shrine's owner and the littering offerings in the large hallway. The soft sound of water cascading down a mountain echoed throughout the empty walls, and the sight of a waterfall nearby creating hot-springs could be seen outside a window.

"This place was always a little gloomy." Uraume mumbled, catching your attention. "Sukuna never really likes... guests."

"I c-can... tell.." Swallowing down the spit, or blood, in your throat to speak.

"I apologize for making you speak in your condition. Please, don't speak until you feel better."

Nodding, you learned some more weight onto Uraume to which they obliged. And as you walked to the warmth of the shower room, you thought back to how you ended up in this trouble.

Thinking back to the village you formerly lived in, remembering how they had pushed you away, forcing you to learn how to fend for yourself and take care on your own. Quickly adapting to the life of a thief and stealing bread from the local bakery at sunrise every morning before others woke up.

Some people in the village felt pity for you; handing out free food and shelter when they could, but soon ending their services when the town's chief found out.

Your life wasn't always like that though. You had a mother and a father that loved you dearly. Giving you hot meals every night and treating you like the love of their life. Fresh clothes whenever they could afford new silks when the city's trader came around, fashioning them into pants and coats for school and everyday wear.

But, they soon grew to hate you when your father started to come home drunk. He'd take out his anger on you and your mother did nothing but ignore the abuse she was forced to witness. You never knew why she didn't help you, to at least heal you when your cuts got too deep.

And when they kicked you out, you still didn't get an answer from her. Living alone, cold, and always dirty was what your life turned into.

Stumbling away from that hell hole and into the forest was your only choice when a fire broke out and burned the place to the ground. Finding shelter somewhere near Sukuna's home for months at a time until you ventured too far and came into contact with the temple.

The clean sight of the shrine had taken you by surprise, seeing as it was in the middle of the forest and no clear path to it. And the smell of fresh food being cooked inside made your stomach churn with want. Gradually, you started stalking out the home, figuring out the best time to break in and hopefully get some food before you leave.

Right when you managed to get in, Sukuna happened to come along as you got into his meat storage.

His glare alone made you want to cry for mercy and beg til you died for forgiveness. That was before he clamped a hand down on your throat and dragged your body to where Uraume was cleaning.

"Lean your head back," They gently ordered. Their hands work through your matted hair and wash out the suds with a cup of warm water from the tub.

Thanking them, you lifted your arms when they asked and melted at the feeling of the rag gliding over your body. Nearly a year of dirt being washed away as you soaked in the tub.

"Is the water comfortable?" Uraume asked, rubbing their hand against your back. "Do you need more warm water from the springs?"

Shaking your head, you felt the ringing in your ear stop and the migraine leave as you relaxed. Once you were finished, soft splashing echoed through the room as you stood to get out. Uraume held onto your hand for support and wrapped a towel around you once your feet met the floor.

"I'll take you to get you fresh clothes to wear." They said, patting down your hair.

"Are you almost finished, Uraume?" A voice huffed from the doorway.

You shuttered at the sight of Sukuna's large frame filling the door. His torso exposed and four arms tattooed with singular black bands covering his wrists and biceps folded over his chest. Choking down the lump in your throat, you averted your gaze to the floor.

"Yes, Master." Uraume answered Sukuna, not even giving him a second glance as they continued to dry your hair.

"Good." He mumbled, watching you squirm under his gaze. A hateful glare leaving him for a moment at your unease before he headed down the hall.

"Where's he going?" You asked quietly, trying to not strain your voice.

"Most likely his throne room." Uraume responded, folding the used towel before grabbing a brush.

"He goes there around this time before I begin cooking. It's around the main hall, where you were, but you couldn't see it from your positioning."

"Oh.."

Uraume made quick work of your hair, not tying it up so that it didn't become matted again when it was fully dry. They stood and took you to what appeared to be a servant's chambers, most likely their own, as they looked for a kimono in the closet nearby.

"Sit on the bed, please?" They asked, sorting through the clothing.

Doing as asked, you sat and looked around the small room. It was very neutral and it reminded you of the grounds outside. Many deep blues and turquoise counters clashed with white marble walls and red carpeting. The bed wasn't very large, but just big enough for Sukuna's subordinate to sleep in, which they didn't seem to complain about. And a singular window covered by a white cloth gave a small view of the gardens you remembered.

"How long have you been here?" Scooping your drying hair over your shoulder, you ran your fingers through the strands.

"For a few years." The monk answered, pulling out a simple outfit like their own. White interior and a blue, almost black, for the rest of the outfit.

"I don't really remember when we met, but we've been working together for as long as I know."

Standing, you took the outfit from Uraume and bowed, thanking them before they left. Closing the door, Uraume let you know where to find them if you needed anything. So, you got dressed in the outfit and fixed your hair up to look decent, exiting the room only to feel unnatural and out of place in the big temple.

The countless amounts of offerings from the surrounding villages spilled from their bowls and buckets. Some rather gory presents were heads or dead animals that seemed to be preserved so they didn't smell.

God, so many.. I wonder why he gets offerings anyways? To keep him 'pleased' maybe?

"What are you doing here?" Sukuna's voice echoed from his throne.

Startled by the sudden sound, you tripped on your foot and stopped yourself before you fell onto the floor. "U-Uh, I was-"

"Answer me." He ordered, his claws cutting the skull his on armchair.

"I'm looking for Uraume."

A hum left him before a silence filled the air, the conversation that happened almost an hour ago replaying in your head. His large hands gripping your throat and your toes unable to feel the ground. The scenario played on loop in your mind; so when Sukuna spoke again, your lips let out a small squeak.

"They're in the kitchen preparing my meal." He answered, pointing a long nail towards a hallway. "Be useful and go help them. Leave me be until dinner is made."

With a curt bow, you headed towards the echoing sounds of clattering pots and pans. But, the sound of Sukuna calling for you to stop made your heart drop.

"What's your name, mortal?" Sukuna asked, barely turning his head towards you.

Feeling the heat of your cheeks rise at his gaze, fumbling with the ends of your collar as you force out an answer from your sore throat.

"Y-Y/n... L/n."

Nodding, Sukuna ran his tongue over his lower lip before staring ahead. "Call me 'Lord Sukuna' or 'Master' from now on, servant."

Leaving the cursed spirit alone, you make your way down the hall you were previously dragged down and meet with Uraume's back. At the sound of your footsteps, they turned around and greeted you, pulling a knife from its holder and placing it on a cutting board.

"Sukuna sent you in here to help me?" They asked, cutting up some vegetables and dumping them into a pot.

"Yeah, I hope I'm not a bother."

"No, it's actually nice to have some help around here."

Heading towards the monk, you stood in front of the boiling pot and peered inside. Your nose comes into contact with the smell of boiling greens, and some spices and herbs added to the broth.

"What's this?" You asked, gesturing towards the pot.

"Food for Sukuna." Uraume answered, cutting up some meat before placing it on a rock set up over a fireplace.

The raw meat looked like it wasn't drained of all blood, some even trickling down the sides of the large steak and onto the hot stone. It smelled odd, as if you've smelled it before, but couldn't quite guess where.

"That meat looks bad, are you sure it's okay to serve?"

"It's fine, I got it from a villager yesterday evening."

Oh... still, it doesn't look good. "What kind? Boar meat?"

"Woman." Uraume answered bluntly, a sick churn in your stomach at the response.

"...That's a really bad joke." You mumbled, glancing at the cooking flesh. "Y-You are joking right?"

Uraume didn't answer, but just chopped up more herbs for the broth cooking in the pot before turning to face you again. "No, I'm not."

Your stomach twisted and you cupped a hand over your mouth, dashing over to a bin for trash and hurling your empty stomach acid into the can. Uraume went back to their preparations before speaking again.

"Half of our offerings come from the dead." They started, picking up some cloth to protect their hands from the handles.

"Some are still living when we receive them, and it really depends on Sukuna's mood whether to kill them on the spot or not. But, this is what most of the meat comes from. Women and children are the protein that he eats."

The gagging noises soon ended when the churning in your gut resided, wiping your lips clean of vomit on the back of your sleeve as you came up for air. "He's a cannibal?"

"I don't know if you can call him a cannibal now, since he's a curse."

Flashes of your burning village swirled in your mind as your eyes landed on the cooking meat. The smell is sickeningly delicious on your nose, but tearing your eyes away from the slab to the counter with all you can muster made you sick.

"Here," Uraume lifted a piece of cooked meat up to your lips. "You're weak. Eat it."

"Uh.." You stuttered, eyes growing wide at the offering. "Is it human too?"

"No, it's beef. I cook more than a human, darling."

Taking a small breath, you took the morsel in your mouth and cooed at the flavors pooling down your throat. The seasoning was perfect and cooked to a nice medium rare that was soothing to the pallet.

It's just a bite, but I want a whole plate.

"Better?" Uraume asked, picking up the pot and stirring some noodles with the broth.

"Yes, very much, thank you."

"You're welcome, Y/n."

As you silently helped Uraume with preparing Sukuna's dinner — slowly learning how to cook which things properly — you were finally told to go into the dining area around the corner and set the table.

"I'll be right back then." You bowed, heading off towards the dining room.

Uraume had given you easy directions to the area, and you found it in a manner of a few short minutes. Once there, you quickly took in the Japanese theme of your surroundings before setting up the table and utensils.

Small banners —or flags, you presumed— hung from the ceiling with splashes of blood near the ends of each.

So far, it's not that bad here.. Feeling out the wound in the back of your head, you rubbed the spot gently before wincing at the ache. Other than that, of course.

"Servant." Sukuna's rough voice alerted you, forcing you to look up and meet your gaze with him.

His brows furrowed. "You're supposed to be helping Uraume."

"They said to come in here and set the table.." You whimpered, twirling your thumbs together and standing quickly.

Sukuna snorted, walking over to the large pillow placed at your feet and took a seat. Running a hand through his pink hair, he waved you off and told you to help your partner. Rushing off to the kitchen again, you nearly collided with Uraume as she pushed a cart full of food to the table.

"Oh- hello." They stammered out, the look of shock being the one look of emotion on their face since you arrived.

Dinner went by in a haze; Sukuna said that you were going to officially start learning from Uraume tomorrow morning and to wake up early so you could get a head start sooner.

You and Uraume had shared a meal later on after Sukuna headed to the showers, not really speaking much as your voice was in need of recovery. But you had a feeling that if Sukuna didn't decide to make you his servant, you'd be the one he ate instead of the random woman he ingested earlier.

So what made him choose that instead of murdering me?

"What's on your mind?" Uraume asked, looking up from their dish.

"Nothing.." You responded, swallowing some noodles and announcing your leave.

Bowing and thanking Uraume for the meal, you headed towards the kitchen again with the cart. The clattering of dishes echoed throughout the empty hallway, soon ending when you had finished cleaning and putting away the plates and utensils when Uraume walked in with their dish.

"Oh, you did the dishes?" A brow raised when they opened one of the compartments and saw them cleaned perfectly.

"Might as well, right?" You smiled weakly, clasping your hands together in front of your middle. "Since I'm going to be here for a while?"

"While it is quite a small time, Y/n." Uraume nodded at the dishes and gave a small thumbs up. "But, you did great on these. I'll get mine cleaned and take you to Lord Sukuna's chambers."

You blinked; once, twice, a third time. "Excuse me?"

"He's going to escort you to your new room, of course." Uraume muttered, dipping the plate into a sink full of warm water and running a sudsy sponge over it.

"I have to head out after dinner and fix the gardens before bed."

Slowly, you nodded, your body trembling at being around your newfound master. Feeling the memory of his rough hands clutching your throat and draining the life from your lungs resurfaced again. Rubbing the, now bruised, skin of your jugular and winced at the slight pain. Your voice would probably be okay within a day or two, but you knew that those red eyes would haunt your dreams for many months.

"Let's get going." Uraume spoke up, wiping their hands dry on their clothes before exiting the room a final time that night. "It's this way."

As you made your way to the King's bedroom, you heard the calm river running outside. Crickets chirped as cicadas and other insects joined them in the night. Hearing the sounds of a bath running caught your attention as you got closer and closer to the shower room.

"Sukuna, Y/n needs to be taken to her quarters?" Uraume announced, pushing open the door.

"I'll be finished in a moment, Uraume. You can go to the gardens now, thank you." His voice echoed from inside.

With a nod, Uraume turned towards you and gave a slight bow in goodbye and headed towards the temple doors. Sukuna called you inside the bathroom, taking your mind off of Uraume's task and heading into the room until you choked on a gasp.

Sukuna was resting his chin on his forearms, lazily blinking at you as you stumbled back and hit your shoulder on the door frame. A deep sigh left his lips before he lifted his head and summoned you over with a few flicks of his fingers. The singular bands shining slightly due to the water stuck to his skin.

"Don't just stand there, servant. Open the window."

Shaking your head, you headed over to one of the windows and pulled back it's cover. The moon light pooled into the room, shimmering off of the tub water. Walking over to Sukuna, you knelt down to your knees and avoided looking into the tub to remain at least the littlest bit respectful to the male.

"A-Anything else, sir?" You asked, biting your lip stubbornly as your brows furrowed together.

"...Clean my back." Sukuna responded slowly, as if questioning whether to let your slip of the tongue anger him or not.

Feeling a lump form in your throat, you picked up the rag Uraume used before and dipped it into the water. Sukuna's brow lifted for a moment while his eyes followed your movements, before leaning forward and turning his back to you.

Oh my... Many scars littered his back, not very large or ugly ones, but little nicks and close calls from past battles and fights.

Etched into his skin permanently that didn't even make you recoil, but rather look in awe for a moment before you remembered your task. Pressing the cloth against the middle of his back, you washed in circular motions as you made your way up and towards Sukuna's nape and shoulder blades.

Occasionally squeezing the rag and draining it before dipping it into the water again and bringing it up to Sukuna's spine. Once you felt your work was done, you told Sukuna you finished to which you got a hum in response.

"Pull back the cover so I can dress in private." Sukuna said, nodding at the bamboo screen.

Quickly getting to your feet, you closed the screen around the tub and sat down beside it. Hearing the sound of water splashing and dripping onto the carpeted ground, the sound of a towel being flung around for a few moments made you look up.

The shadow of Sukuna drying himself off made your cheeks flush as you lifted him his robe over the screen. His nails grazed against the back of your hand, your arms retracting as soon as Sukuna had his clothing and pressing against your chest.

"Finished." Sukuna announced, putting the screen back into place. "To your chambers, right?"

"Y-Yes, Master." You mumbled, your eyes staring at Sukuna's fumbling hands.

You could barely see his second pair of arms folded above the kimono's belt. A large mouth with its tongue sticking out the side made your brows raise slightly.

"This way."

Sukuna took a freshly dried towel with him, drying his hair as he made his way down the hall in the opposite direction of the throne room and main corridors. Lanterns hung from the walls, burning bright flames and became less and less in amount as you grew closer to your room. And as if struggling to keep up with Sukuna's long strides wasn't enough, you had to jog up to him a few times to keep pace.

"This is my room, in case Uraume didn't tell you before." Sukuna waved a hand at a large set of mahogany doors.

Two small ram skulls were carved into the middle of each door with a dark shade of red circling the eye socket as the inside turned to black. Many carvings of symbols you assumed were written lined the door as well as the initials of Sukuna's name were also carved into the wood.

"Your room will be close to mine, just in case." The curse grumbled, his voice low and soundly a little sleepy. "Here."

The door to the room was significantly smaller than Sukuna's, since you weren't his height. But you could tell that, if he so desired, he could just bow his head inside to enter.

"This is your room so get comfortable." Sukuna said as he pushed open the door, the inside resembling Uraume's room in many ways.

The colors and the overall scenery was as if you just walked into their living space and not your own. Taking a step inside, Sukuna followed and looked around, clicking his tongue at the bed's sheets and kneeling to look at them closely.

Meanwhile, you were looking around and looking in the closet that was deprived of a good clean in days. No clothes or undergarments were seen in the drawers or the closet, making your face form a confused pout.

"Uraume is going to get you new clothes and underwear while they're at the market tomorrow morning." Sukuna randomly mentioned, thumbing the old sheets in his palm.

"I'll have to tell them to get new bedding for you too; this is terrible."

"N-No, this is fine!" You said, happy you got your own room and a roof over your head after living under makeshift shelter for a year.

Plopping your rear on the mattress, you sprawled your limbs out on the bed and took a deep breath. Sukuna's eyes watching you closely before looking back down at the covers again and standing.

"I don't care, you're getting new sheets." He said, placing his used towel over his shoulder and glaring down at you.

"These haven't been touched in years, they've been in dire need of getting replaced. I can't believe I didn't notice until now that they were falling apart.."

Not even listening to Sukuna's words, you closed your eyes and felt your body finally relax. As if the old and stiff mattress was the softest thing in the whole world. Softer than silk, or sheep's wool; your body going numb once you opened your eyes again and sat up.

"Wake up first thing in the morning." Sukuna stated, turning to leave your room when you stopped him.

"What is it?"

"Uhm, thank you, Lord Sukuna." You mumbled, closing your eyes and taking a breath before you heard the sound of wood being scratched.

"Don't thank me for letting you live, love." Sukuna retorted, his nails digging into the back of your door as he glared down at your small form on the bed.

"You are nothing but a rotten thief that just so happened to be of use to me. If I wanted to, you'd be dead right now if I was in a different mood at the time. You're lucky though, since the Gods haven't asked me to take your fucking head."

Blood ran cold as daggers were stabbed into the back of your eyes. Your soul chilling at the words that left the king of curses, his glare just as fierce as before and making you feel tears threaten.

"I know that, I was just giving my thanks." You muttered, desperately trying to force your gaze away.

"...Meet Uraume in the gardens by morning." Sukuna said, a snide smile forming on his lips. "You remember where those are, right? Snooping out my home, you must've learned where they are."

Nodding, you lowered your head and listened to the door close as Sukuna made his leave. His footsteps echoing down the hallway and into his room, the clatter of his doors slamming close reverberated off the walls.

"..I'm sorry." You whispered to yourself, seeing a tear fall from your eye to which you wiped it off.

This is my fault, he's right. I'm a servant now, and this is the life I chose for myself by trying to steal from him.

Quickly getting undressed into the light night gown underneath, you crawled under the old sheets and looked out the window. The moon shined so bright and proud; a sight you've grown fond of since being deserted by your family. Feeling a small smile lift the corners of your lips, your eyelids closed slowly as you drifted off to sleep.

Blankets kept your body warm as you slept, though they didn't save you from the nightmares that haunted you into the night.

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I hope you enjoyed the pilot read of "Lost Lamb." This could be considered part 1, but I decided to make it a pilot since I didn't know if you guys would like it or not.

I am also super sorry for not being able to post on V-day, but I got a make-up smut coming up sometime soon! 😭😭

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