Sukuna Brainrot Ramble #2

i see you.

summary: being the product of a secret relationship between a human scientist and a na’vi comes with its perks. one of them being neteyam sully.

pairing: neteyam x fem!na’vi/human reader

warnings: heavvyyyyyyy smooching, angry jake, mention of parent dying/leaving, also things get a lil spicy, one use of y/n.

note: tell a friend to tell a friend she’s baaaaaack !!!!! i haven’t written something in so long so my grammar is kinda shit, so if you see something that doesn’t make sense ignore it! anyway- reader & neteyam are aged up to twenty years old. also reader is 6ft since she’s na’vi/human, but she’s still small compared to him since he’s like 8’2. 

no one knew how it happened- how you happened. how a human scientist and na’vi mated; it should have been impossible, but somehow they made it possible. 

your mother travelled from earth to pandora to study the native species of the omaticaya clan. during her studies, one particular na’vi caught her eye, and sooner than later they developed a secret relationship and fell deeply in love. 

they were inseparable- he taught her the ways of the forest and showed her how the na’vi live day to day. while your mother brought him along to collect samples of the environment around her, and he kept her safe as they explored.

the battle between the sky people and the na’vi, unfortunately ended with your father dying at the hands of your mothers colleagues. the omaticaya finally won, but when the rest of the human soldiers were sent back to earth, your mother was stuck. 

she was unable to travel in cryosleep while carrying you, so she was forced to stay on pandora and live out the rest of her pregnancy on the foreign planet. 

the only person who knew the identity of your father, was your mother and grace. everyone else assumed some soldier knocked up your mom, but boy, were they wrong. 

when you were born, your eye shape and color of your skin resembled your mothers, but the color of your irises were a deep amber, almost glowing yellow. darkened skin-colored stripes decorate your body head to toe, and white freckles adorn your facial features. 

the secret was out- you’re half na’vi, and half human. 

once the clan found out the scientists child is part na’vi, they took you under their wing to teach you their ways. your mother became extremely jealous, knowing that she could never be accepted by them like you have.

at the mere age of four, your mother left the base to travel back to earth without you. leaving you under the care of norm, max, jake and the rest of the clan.

thankfully being part na’vi and human, you’re able to breathe both types of air. mo’at became your motherly figure once your mom disappeared, quickly helping you adapt to their lifestyle in the forest.

over the years, you started to realize that you were different from the other na’vi children. you’re shorter in height, aren’t as fast, and you didn’t have their azure-colored skin. but somehow, you still felt as if you were a part of them. 

you became close to neytiri and jake’s kids, mostly kiri. you grew up with her and neteyam, but as you blossomed into a woman you wouldn’t dare to look him in the eyes. 

fearing that he’d realize your true feelings for him if he stared into them too long. 

throughout your teen years, you casually dated a few na’vi boys, but none of them were neteyam sully. nobody could compare, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

even now as a young adult, those old feelings can’t be choked down anymore. the same feelings you had about the eldest sully boy when you were younger. 

“stop drooling.” kiri teases you under her breath as her hands work to weave a basket. 

you’re knocked out of your trance, head whipping to face her. “no! i am not drooling.” you scoff and shake your head as you continue tucking leaves into the correct shape. you can feel your cheeks burning hot from her catching you staring at her older brother. 

you glance up from your working hands, admiring how neteyam effortlessly spears a fish in the water that he’s standing ankle-deep in. he lets out a triumphant laugh as lo’ak hollers proudly at him from the grass. 

“yeah, bro! get that fiiiiiish!” the younger boy whoops happily with his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound.

the older brother turns his head to see who else could have noticed the catch, barely making eye contact with you before your eyes drop back down to your hands. 

swiftly, you busy yourself with tucking the leaves into each other. your pointed ears twitch slightly when you notice the sound of rustling water growing closer. 

kiri nudges your arm with her shoulder which confirms your suspicions.

he’s walking up to you. why is he walking up to you? you didn’t say anything to him. you didn’t even get a good look at him. there’s no reason for him to come over here.

from your peripheral vision, you can see his feet stop right in front of you in the glittering water. “hey guys.” he speaks softly, almost out of breath.

“hey, neteyam!” kiri quips at him, eyeing you from the corner of her eye with an evil grin.

the sound of his panting voice makes your heart  skip a beat and your abdomen constrict your breathing. you push the basket away from your nervous hands to rest them on your knees. your eyes carefully drag up the lanky expanse of his body, meeting his eyes with your own.

“oh hey, neteyam. how’s… um- the fishing going?” you hum nervously, chewing on your bottom lip out of a nervous habit. 

you can’t help but notice his hands are resting on his slender hips with his infamous bright smile on his face. 

“it was good. caught a few big ones…” he huffs out another strained breath. the sound makes you want to fall over, “what are you guys doing?” his eyes dart over to the trees for a split second before squatting down in front of you and kiri. 

his big round eyes look over your unfinished baskets, reaching out to touch yours gently. 

“hey! don’t touch. you’ll ruin it.” kiri swats at his grabby hands, making him raise his arms in surrender. “okay, okay!” he laughs. 

the sound of rustling leaves distracts you from the boy in front of you, making you and kiri turn to look behind your backs. before you could even make it halfway, his hands wrap around your wrists to yank you forward. 

“shit!!” you yelp before you face-plant into the chilly water, gurgling under the surface before lifting your head up, taking a sharp breath.

muffled laughter fills your ears as you sit up in the pond, pushing your soaked hair out of your face and off of your ears so you could hear. 

neteyam is sitting in the pond directly in front of you, hand laying across his abdomen as he belly laughs along with lo’ak. 

kiri is already climbing out of the water, grumbling under her breath and wringing out her hair. “screw you guys.” she calls back, flipping her middle finger before disappearing into the thick forest towards home. 

you look back at neteyam and lo’ak who are slightly calming down between their fits of laughter. “you… should… see… your… face… right… now!” neteyam cackles, throwing his head back in the air. 

“best idea, bro.” lo’ak reaches over to high five his brothers shoulder and to use him to pull himself out of the water. he grabs neteyam’s hand to help him up next, both of them still giggling.

“this was your idea?” you stare up at neteyam with squinted eyes and a scowl on your face. 

the boy audibly gulps when he notices your changed demeanor, his hand going to scratch the back of his neck. “uuhh, yeah… maybe?” he clears his throat, darting his eyes away from you. 

for a moment, you keep the angry facade before your arm winds back and you send your hand through the water to splash the older boy. 

“woah!” neteyam blocks the water with one of his hands, a surprised smile instantly forming on his perfect lips.

he swoops down towards the water, sending a wave directly into your face. “hey!” your eyebrows furrow, quickly getting onto your knees to send another burst of water towards him. 

lo’ak watches the scene unfolding in front of him, noticing that the rest of the fish swam away from the commotion. “guess we’re done fishing today.” he sighs in defeat and climbs out of the pond without either of you noticing. he follows kiri’s footsteps into the forest with the basket of fish over his shoulder.

you and neteyam continue battling it out, which ends in both of you completely soaked head to toe. “truce! truce!” you yell out in exasperation, falling back into the water. 

“my stomach hurts from laughing. i can’t anymore.” you continue to giggle as neteyam helps you up from your position in the water. he slowly trails behind you as you trudge back towards land, his tall stature towers over you from behind. he reaches out to grip your hips to lift you onto the plush grass. 

the feeling of his hands resting on your body makes your blood run hot, cheeks flaring with heat. 

“we’re drenched. what are we going to tell everyone?” he breathes out heavily with a soft chuckle. 

“we slipped and fell into the water?” you suggest and look up at him.

“we just happened to both slip and fall into the water together?” his eyebrows raise, and his cheeks puff out air in attempt to not laugh.

unfortunately, neteyam decides to look down at you which makes both of you burst into laughter again, “that idea is so stupid.” he choked out, pressing his fist to his mouth to stifle his little laughs. 

“let’s go back. we can figure it out on the way.” you sputter out, hunching over slightly as you walk forward in attempt to stop your giggles.

“hey, wait!” neteyam’s voice is suddenly serious, and you can’t feel his height looming behind you anymore.

you turn around at the sound of his voice, seeing he’s still in the same spot he was standing in. “i don’t want to go back yet.” he admits, his big round eyes darting down to his feet. 

you can feel your heartbeat grow faster, pattering against your chest like a jackhammer. “why not? you okay?” you take a hesitant step forward to stand underneath him, looking up in attempt to read his facial features.

by now, the sun is starting to set. the foliage around you both is slowly changing over, the white freckles in each others skin sparkling under the moonlight. 

his yellow eyes shyly look into yours, a timid smile twitching up onto the corner of his lips. 

“m’fine, i promise. i just want to stay here for a little longer. i don’t want to go back just yet.” he mumbles softly, a puff of his breath fans over your face from your close proximity. 

you can’t help but feel giddy from his words, unable to stop yourself from reaching your hand out to rest on his waist. your thumb absentmindedly rubs circles against his soft skin, “do you mind if i stay with you?” 

“do i mind?” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, throwing his head back with an over-exaggerated sigh. 

embarrassment floods your body, making your ears ring from the blood rushing through your head. out of fear he’s angry with you, your hand pulls away from him, “oh i’m sorry. i’ll go then.” you start to turn the opposite way but he grabs your hips to keep you in place. 

“are you serious? you really don’t get it do you?” he almost laughs out of amusement, but you can’t help but feel even more confused. 

“i want you to stay here with me. i want you.” one of his hands come up from his side, bending down slightly to carefully tuck your hair behind one of your ears. 

your face stays emotionless as your eyes dart from his eyes to lips and back. “say something. anything?” he begs and shakes his head at you with an amused smile. 

“‘teyam…” you breathe out, a big smile beaming across your face, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks; something you could’ve only dreamed of doing. “i can’t tell if you’re being serious.” you whisper softly in the small amount of space between your faces.

“i’m gonna kiss you now to show you how serious i am.” he looks directly into your eyes before they flutter shut and he leans forward. 

the feeling of his lips on yours makes your knees go weak. neteyam sully is really kissing you right now. your arms wrap around his waist tightly to hold yourself up, which he quickly notices. 

his large hands drag down your sides and over your butt to grip the back of your thighs to hoist you up to his height. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, ankles locking against his lower back. 

the new position allows him to deepen the kiss even more by gently wiggling his tongue against yours. he stumbles forward to a nearby tree, pressing your back against the trunk of it. 

it’s not like he’s having trouble carrying you, you’re equivalent to a feather for him. he just wants you closer. 

one of his braids falls in your face, swinging and tapping your cheek whenever your lips would connect.

“your hair…” you giggle against his lips, bringing your hand up to his face to tuck it back behind his ear. 

“sorry, they have a mind of their own, ya know.” his husky voice mumbles deeply into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin. 

your eyes flutter open to be met with the glowing forest, neon colors lighting up the vegetation around you both. you’ve been on this planet for twenty years and it still surprises you every day. 

neteyam pulls back to look you in the eyes, letting you admire his face for a moment. his blue skin seems brighter under the bioluminescent foliage. especially with the gleaming freckles that paint his skin. 

“ma neteyam, you’re so pretty.” your hand cups his soft cheek which he nuzzles into your palm almost instantaneously.

“no, you’re the pretty one, my girl.” he leans forward to peck your lips once more. the little nickname makes your stomach do somersaults in your belly. his tail flicks up happily against your ankle, tickling your lower leg.

neteyam takes the time to gently kiss down your neck and over your collarbone, “i want you to be mine.” he almost whimpers. his nose nuzzles against your pulse point as his lips continue litter your neck with kisses. 

“will your parents approve?” your voice slightly quivers, “you’re next in line to become eytukan. i’m not a full-blood. i don’t think-.” your rambling is paused by his lips pressing against the tip of your nose. 

“i don’t care what they think. plus, you know my dad likes you.” he gives you a reassuring smile, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. you can’t help but take note that his palm and fingers cover the entire side of your head. 

“yeah, but your mom…” you trail off, not wanting to seem rude by talking about his mother, but you know that she has a problem with humans. you’ve seen the way she looks at spider. 

“look, i’m half-blood too. i don’t think my mom is going to care, plus you’ve been around our family for years. she likes you, i promise.” 

“i’m not one of you. i’m different, neteyam.” you let out shakily, “i’m small and not as fast, i can’t keep up with you.” your eyes dart to the side as you chew on the skin of your lip. 

“look, i know she can be tough, but i promise you, i don’t care what she thinks. since i was a teenager, i realized that i wanted you. i wasn’t brave enough to tell you that until now, but i don’t give a shit about our differences.” his hand grips your jaw with his hand, turning your face towards him so he can look into your watery eyes. 

“i see you, y/n.” his doe-like eyes flicker over your face, trying to read your expression. his eyes are full of adoration and love for the girl in his arms. 

your breath gets caught in your throat, “and i see you.” both of your hands slide up from his chest to rest on either side of his face, pulling him in for another kiss. 

on the way up, you accidentally brush against the voice comm device on his necklace. not knowing it would activate and relay sound through his father’s, mothers, and lo’ak’s ear piece. 

you both gasp into each others mouth when he ruts his hips against your center, the pressure pins your hips to the tree behind you. 

“what is that sound? who has their comm on?”you hear a low muffled voice coming from somewhere. 

neteyam instantly pulls away from the heated kiss, eyes wide with terror and embarrassment. your lips parting lets off a loud suction noise when he pulls away, now making it obvious what the sounds were coming from.

neteyam holds you up with one arm while he uses the other to click on a button on his necklace to turn it off, “it’s my dad.” 

“it’s just neteyam sucking face.” you hear lo’aks voice come through clearly in his ear piece. 

the boys head falls forward to rest on your chest, letting out the loudest over-exaggerated groan of annoyance. the puff of his hot breath against your damp skin makes a shiver shoot down your spine.

you can’t help but giggle and gently pet the top of his head in attempt to console him, “i’m never going to live this down.” he speaks against your skin, grumbling obscenities under his breath. 

“neteyam! where are you, boy?” jake shouts into his ear. 

he taps your thigh to signal you to release your grip from around his waist. he gently lowers you back down to the ground before answering him, “i’m here, dad. i’m here.” 

you can’t help but lean your head on his elbow since that’s the only place you can reach. you grab one of his hands, bringing it to your face to examine it. 

you thread your fingers through his much larger ones, squeezing his hand with your own. you almost laugh at how his hand engulfs yours. 

“yeah, mmmhmm. yeah, okay. i hear you. lo’ak shut up. i got it. we’ll be there soon.” neteyam responds to whoever is talking in his ear. 

“is everything okay?” you mumble quietly, peering up at him through your eyelashes. 

“they want us to come back, but i think everything is okay.” he smiles down at you, pulling you into his side while still holding your hand. 

neteyam leads you through the thick brush of the forest to his ikran. the banshee chirps at the sight of it’s owner, fluttering it’s wings in excitement. “hey, buddy.” neteyam hums and rubs it’s head. 

he reaches around his back for his braid, bringing it forward to make bond with the animal. neteyam effortlessly mounts onto the bird, reaching a hand out for you to take.

you step forward to slide your hand into his so he could help you on and get situated. “hold on tight.” he peers down at you from behind his shoulder with a smirk before the ikran nosedives off of the tree branch. 

“oooohhhhh my god!” you screech as your arms desperately flail around his waist, holding onto him as tightly as you can. 

he can’t help but laugh at your scream once he levels out, now coasting through the sky through the floating mountains. one of his hands reaches back to grip your thigh to pull you even closer to him. 

you hesitantly open your eyes, looking down into the glowing scenery beneath you. “beautiful, right?” his voice raises over the loud whooshing of the wind. 

“i love it.” you squeeze his torso tight, snuggling your temple into the crook of his back as you coast through the air. 

the ikran dips down slightly, making you gasp and tighten around his body. neteyam chuckles, his hand rests on your leg to slowly rub gentle circles into your skin to calm you. 

“hold on, we’re gonna descend.” he leans forward with the ikran, plunging downwards toward the ground once again. you squeal loudly, wriggling behind him in attempt to get closer to him. 

neteyam chuckles, shaking his head as he weaves and bobs between trees to make it back home. the ikran vertically swoops up into the large crevasse in the cave floor, landing on the rocky floor. 

neteyam hops easily off the ikran, disconnecting tsaheylu before his hands grip your waist to lift your body up to place you on the ground next to him.

“what were you guys thinking staying out past curfew?” jake storms up to you both, obviously angry. 

“i know, but i can handle myself. i know how to fight.” neteyam grumbles back, making jake even angrier with his son. if steam could shoot out of his ears at this moment, it would. 

“i know that you know how to fight, son. but the rda, they could be roaming anywhere. it’s dangerous, especially putting her in that situation.” he looks down at you, then turns his attention back to his son.

before jake could lecture him even more, you decide to intervene, “i’m sorry, sir. it’s all my fault we stayed out. i persuaded him to stay… to uh- fly around,” you glance up at neteyam through the corner of your eye, “i take full responsibility.” you nod at jake, gulping down your nervousness. 

jake sighs as he rubs his temples with one of his hands, “so then what’s the reason why both of you are soaked?” he points out, making you instantly freeze from not knowing what to say. 

neteyam’s hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, “to be honest, we were wrestling in the water.” 

your eyes blow wide from his words, turning to him to stare daggers into the side of his face. 

“wrestling… in the water?” jake almost laughs, “look i didn’t need to know that much. you couldn’t come up with a better excuse than that?” 

“oh shit.” neteyam whispers under his breath, “no, dad, it’s not like that at all. i meant… we were just splashing each other after fishing. it wasn’t anything like that.” 

“look, you two just be safe and keep it on the down-low. and next time, please take off your comm, ‘kay?” jake lowers his voice before shaking his head in disbelief and turning on his heel to head back. 

“so he thinks we had sex then, huh?” you breathe out defeat, looking up at neteyam. the boy lets out a huff of air as he watches his father walk away, “yeah i guess so.” his voice has a slight tinge of humor to it. 

the hand resting on your shoulder pulls you into his side with a little chuckle. he starts walking with you toward the pod where the scientists sleep. 

he follows you up the steps to the door, pausing a few steps down before you could open it. his face now parallel to yours since you’re higher on the stairs. 

you smile down at him, reaching out to gently pinch his chin to pull his face forward. you press your lips against his softly, as if he was a delicate flower petal. “i had fun tonight.” you mumble with a smile against his lips before pulling back. 

neteyam presses forward to chase your lips with his, trying to breathe in as much of you as he could. “don’t wanna let you go yet… wanna kiss you more.” he desperately pulls you forward to kiss you again, sucking in a sharp breath. 

your arms lazily drape over his shoulders to kiss him slowly, and tantalizingly. he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling the skin before making his way down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. 

“gotta go to bed before my mother has me by my throat.” his words make you laugh as you twirl one of his braids between your fingers. 

“tomorrow i wanna take you somewhere. will you let me?” he pulls back with a smile, thumb rubbing the skin of your outer thigh. 

“of course, i would love to. but where though?” you question with your fingers still busy messing with his hair. 

“it’s a surprise.” he hums playfully making your eyebrows furrow from curiosity of where it could be. 

“i love surprises.” you grin, leaning forward to peck his lips once more before attempting to completely pull away. neteyam groans from the warmth of your body leaving him, his arms wrap around your legs to keep you in place. 

“don’t leaaaaave.” he whines, resting his chin on your chest to look up at you. 

“i need to shower and clean up before bed. plus your mother is going to have your throat, ya know.” you poke his little pink nose, making his face scrunch up cutely.

“you’re right, you’re right.” he grumbles sadly, patting your outer thigh before he completely pulls back and stands up straight. he leans forward to swiftly peck your lips, “just needed one more, m’sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he turns around to climb down the rest of the steps. 

“goodnight, neteyam!” you shout at him as you unlatch the metal door. 

he turns around at the sound of your voice, “goodnight.” he whisper-yells back at you as he slowly walks backwards to watch you slip inside. 

neteyam’s smile on his face doesn’t falter, not even for one second. the only thing on his mind is you. he never would have imagined that his day would have ended like this. confessing his feelings to you, and kissing you goodnight. it’s almost as if he’s living through a fantasy his younger self dreamed of. 

the excitement of you makes him toss and turn throughout the night; it makes him nervous, knowing that he is already head over heels for you and in too deep- but all he can worry about now, is seeing you tomorrow. 

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tags: @k----a27s @aspenreadsfanfic @aliseaaah

consider being sarada’s friend growing up and having the hots for her dad. turning 18 and getting bred by him just like how you wanted 🖤

he wouldn’t even pay attention to you at all in the beginning. he’s not necessarily a good husband but he has his fun outside the village so when he returns and he sees you there, he’s shocked at how much you’ve grown and he’s definitely into it.

he doesn’t even try to hide the way he looks at you even if sakura is there in the room. she obviously picks up on it and tries to get his attention but he only wants you.

it isn’t long before he’s bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you fast and hard, knowing sarada and sakura could walk in at any moment and see you and he wants that. he wants to see the look on sakura’s face while he’s balls deep in a young 18 year old.

TILL MY CLIT HANGS LIKE A 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐒

I’d like to share some information I came across last night.

Men are hardwired to think their pregnant s/o is hot because of their primal breeding instincts. Not only that but men often think it’s hot when they know their baby is inside you. I saw a quote from a dad of 3 saying “Goddamn woman, I saw what a baby did to you and it makes me want to fill you with more!” When he heard his wife felt ugly during her pregnancy. Also orgasms are more intense when you’re pregnant so they want to fuck you more and make you feel good.

Yami or Bokuto impregnate me challenge

you have no idea what this information did to me!! yami and bokuto are absolutely obsessed with knocking up their s/o. also, I'm so sorry for taking so long to respond! 

this is not edited so I’m sorry if there a shit ton of mistakes

warnings: public sex, heavy heavy breeding, pregnancies, exhibitionism, creampies, marathon sex, lactation kink, size kink, vaginal penetration, female reader, nipple play, car sex, domestic relationship, established relationship, pregnancy kink

yami never really thought about having some brats of his own. he already had to take care of the idiots in his squad so the idea of raising his own brat with you seemed demanding and tiresome. he was astonished and honestly a little terrified when you told him that you were carrying his child but deep down he was the happiest man alive when he heard that news. to others, he might seem like he dislikes taking care of people but taking care of you is the reason why he keeps going everyday so maybe the thought of taking care of another wasn’t too bad after all. however, three months into your pregnancy, something in him changed, or maybe it didn’t change and it was just there all along. once you began showing and your baby bump started growing, yami began feeling a sense of possessiveness and primal instinct to breed you over and over again.

seeing you waddle around the Black Bulls hideout drove him absolutely crazy and he had a hard time trying to cover up his painfully hard erection he was sporting in his trousers, but a sense of pride bloomed inside of him at the thought of everyone knowing that he knocked you up and you were now carrying his child. he had no choice but to push you up against the wall and fill you with cum so that it dribbled down your thighs. he was absolutely insatiable. he would bend you over the couch in the hideout and pump his cum into you when his squad was eating in the dining hall or pull you onto his lap and fill you with more of his thick cum when everyone was partying and way too preoccupied to notice you creaming on captain yami’s cock on the couch. of course he didn’t tell you about this new feeling until later that night when he had your naked body underneath him. not until then did you fully realize just how affected he is seeing you round and full with his child. he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, squeezing your tender breasts, rubbing your round belly, and gently stroking your sensitive pussy with his thick fingers.

“didn’t know knocking you up with my kid would turn me on so much. and your body is so fucking beautiful. love your round tummy and your breasts full with milk. so sensitive too.”

he could barely hold himself back from stuffing your pussy with his heavy cock and filling you up until his thick cum flows out of you. all he wanted to do was to breed you over and over again so that you were always carrying his child, always full and round, and always showing everyone that you were carrying yami sukehiro’s children. your eyes widened when yami slid his cock into you with one slow thrust. the pregnancy has made you even more sensitive and you could easily feel the thick vein the runs along the underside of his cock in you. usually yami fucks you rough and fast but tonight he held you close to his body and fucked you deep and slow. even though he was holding you gently, his heavy body wrapping around your body made your breathing laborious and his deep thrusts kept taking your breath away.

yami held you down against the bed and kept pumping you full with his cum all night long until the two of you were wrapped in each other’s sweaty bodies as the sun began to rise and his cum flowed out of you and his big hand came to rest on your round tummy.

bokuto was never the same after he overheard atsumu and captain meian talking about how they wanted their own little wife that could give them their own volleyball team. at first bokuto was confused as to what that meant until he put it all together and realized that he’s got his own little housewife that he can pump full with his own fertile semen. if he could fuck you over and over again maybe he could keep you pregant long enough to give him enough kids that could act as his own volleyball team. I mean how nice would it be to have a couple of kids running around? and to see you attending his games all round and full with his child, showing all of his teammates that he put his own child in you before anyone else could knock up their partner. this is all that bokuto thinks about during practice and he can’t quite help himself from chubbing up in his thin gym shorts.

as soon as he gets home he’s on you in an instant. pressing his crotch into yours and pressing sloppy kisses all over your neck and breasts. that night, bokuto pumped load after load of his cum into your pussy and propped your hips up on a pillow to ensure that his cum stayed in you.

six months later, you waddle your way into the packed stadium to watch your husband’s match. you have a hard time moving around due to the baby that bokuto put in you a couple months ago. bokuto looks up to see you sitting there in the bleachers with your hand resting on your swollen stomach and a sweet smile on your face. bokuto can hardly hold back his smile and the pride swelling in his chest from seeing you carrying his baby.

“so ya put a baby in her, huh?” bokuto turns around to see atsumu smirking at him. for the rest of the game and cool down, his teammates made comments about your pregnancy and how bokuto is trying to put as many babies into you as possible so that he can have his own team. all of this talk made bokuto even more possessive and primal. his need to breed you again was evident and his teammates talking about you looking good with a baby in you was making him frustrated and way too feral. after the game, bokuto (gently) dragged you out of the stadium to you and bokuto’s car in the parking lot. you could see in his eyes that he was extremely frustrated and needed to be in you as soon as possible.

“they were talking about how i could put my babies in you so that we can have a volleyball team and you just look so fucking good carrying our baby. please baby, please let me breed you again and again.” he whined out as he slipped his sweaty cock out of his shorts and began pushing up your dress. “gonna put another baby into you once this one is out and fuck you full of my cum until it takes.” you looked up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as he pushed his fat cock into you. he was careful not to squish you or the baby but still pistoned his cock into your overly sensitive pussy as the car began to rock. his eyes were glued to your swollen breasts jiggling from the impact of his thrusts and brought his mouth to one of them and began sucking at it. “your tits are gonna be full with milk to feed our baby, fuck.” you always feel good around him but ever since you got pregnant, sex has been mindblowing. for some reason your walls feel more velvetier around his cock and your sensitivity has made it easier for you to come which results in you squeezing and sucking him in even more. almost like you’re begging for more of his cum.

“well it looks like bokuto is already trying to knock up y/n again. doesn’t he know that it doesn’t work that way and he’s gotta wait until after she gives birth?” atsumu laughs as him, meian, hinata, and sakusa walk past the car that is rocking back and forth erratically in the parking lot.

three months later, bokuto is beyond ecstatic when you give birth to twins. now he’s even closer to having his own team with his sweet little wife.

this was a lot longer than I intended it to be but I got carried away lol 😅

Between Light and Dark - Naruto x fem!reader x Sasuke

an: this was my first forte into writing with Naruto characters, it's a little old now and I think my writing has improved but I still adore this story and thought it might be fun to post over here. All of my own design, no request for this filth!

pairing: Naruto Uzimaki x fem!reader x Sasuke Uchiha

warnings: NSFW, post canon events, canon divergent, set when Naruto is Hokage, angst, hurt/comfort, mmf threesome, spanking, discussion of punishment, brat behaviour, oral sex f!receiving and m!receiving, gagging, unprotected sex, lil aftercare

You had really done it this time.

There would be no gentle slap on the wrists after this stunt, no way. True you hadn't risked any lives, no damage had been done to the Village, and the people were still safe and happy in their blissful ignorance, but you had overstepped the mark, big time.

It had to have been discovered by now, a gnaw of guilt ate at your stomach, yet the smirk that graced your lips could not be denied. Could you laugh your way out of it, it was, after all, a practical joke? That seemed unlikely, you knew how closely guarded the Anbu were about their uniform and their masks.

Masks that were to protect identities, although there had been notable exceptions throughout the years. Everyone had seemed to know of Kakashi of the Sharingan, despite the fox mask that concealed his face from view, not that your sensei had ever minded that knowledge. Although the bright crimson eye was sure to be a giveaway in that particular instance.

Your own mask sat nestled safely in a drawer in your bedroom, unused in almost a year. Taking it out only brought pain, not the stab of a blade, more like a thousand tiny papercuts that shredded at your heart and brought forth the twisted rage that festered in your mind.

One accident, one mistake, and you were benched. Forced on to the sidelines under the disguise of recovery. It was fucking bullshit, and everyone knew it. You were more than strong enough to rejoin the ranks, a shadow in the night to be feared and yet they would not allow it.

It was them that you wanted to protect, every fibre of your being demanding that you seek out and eliminate any threat that would wish them harm, but no. It was unfair, a cruel punishment for a slip up that could not have been foreseen, not even with the fucking Rinnegan.

A quick peek around the curtains that were pulled shut, keeping prying eyes out of your home. The sun may have risen, the day begun, but you were not going to open these today, for fear of what you would be greeted with if you did.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, your home edged the central hub of the Village, allowing for peace when desired, but close enough to still feel a part of the hubbub. Konoha awoke to a beautiful spring day, the hustle of people beginning their day, and no one was aware of the fiendish prank that had been played.

~

It had taken weeks of preparation, information gathering from the people you considered your closest friends, and all the while you had imagined the looks on their faces when it was finally discovered. You could already see the deep scowls, the twist of lips turned down in displeasure, brows furrowed, and the tightening of such strong hands.

They deserved it; no one treated you like an invalid or incapable. You were just as strong as them, this they knew as you delighted in proving it time and again in your youth. A once Captain in the Anbu, you could have been so much more, but this was the life you had chosen, to protect them.

The perfect opportunity had been presented last night; a rare evening out that all Anbu were attending. It was almost unheard of for no one to remain on duty, but it had been an official decree from the Hokage himself, and therefore not to be refused. Of course, he would order a night off for them, far too soft-hearted for his own good, but you weren't going to rail too much, he had unknowingly gifted you an excellent chance to pull this off.

It had not been difficult to infiltrate their shared locker room; you knew every building in Konoha like the back of your hand. You had treated it much like the rigorous exercise regime that you continued to push yourself through each and every day without fail. Determined not to lose the strength and power that was tightly coiled within your body, ready to be unleashed at a mere moment's notice.

Slipping into the shadows, becoming a part of them until they curled around your lithe frame, a welcoming extension of your body and so very eager to follow your commands. The last straggler ran to catch up their friend, and in you slipped before the door had a chance to close.

Nimble fingers picked each lock with startling ease, it was lucky that you had not chosen a criminal path to follow, surely you would have made an excellent cat burglar and the idea tickled you immensely. Each matching uniform was gathered into a large bundle and carried into the adjoining bathing room where they were placed into the various Hinoki buckets that littered the room.

A large bottle of dye shook in your hands, this was it, your last chance to walk away from this, no harm done. The debate was over quickly, the cap unscrewed by a determined hand and added to each of the tubs, a quick stir and it was done.

As the dye did its job, you took to eyeing the beautifully decorated masks that hung in each locker, but surely they could use some more embellishment? The click of removing the lid on the first permanent marker, a smirk that stretched your face until it hurt, and you were lost in artistic freedom.

You eyed the masterpieces almost appraisingly, each mask now merely a canvas for the agony, shame, and anger that warred within you constantly. A young Naruto would have been proud of your work, and that brief thought made your heart tug painfully until you shook it away.

You could not afford such thoughts and memories, not now.

After the excess water had been wrung from each garment then pegged up to dry on a makeshift line that you strung up in the bathing room, you eyed your handiwork and a satisfied sigh left your mouth. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, if you could not be an Anbu, well neither could they, not with these uniforms and masks.

The vividly bright pink was an utter eyesore, it stained every piece with its intense colour, and pair that with the outrageously graffiti covered masks, they would never be taken seriously. It would be practically impossible to remain aloof, hidden by shadows in this lurid colour and that effectively rendered them powerless.

It was wicked, cruel, and perhaps unforgivable, but words had done you no good. The many times you had appealed to them, almost ready to beg on your knees, but never quite giving in to the submission that it would require. This was not the fault of your fellow Anbu, but there were always innocent casualties in war, and this indeed was a war in your eyes, and you would not lose.

~

The day passed, uneventful as most others were, but with each tick of the clock, your stomach knotted more tightly. Insides that writhed incessantly, your feet pacing a continuous loop of your small home, freezing at each slight noise that met your ears. You would drive yourself mad at this rate.

Who would come? Which one would be tasked with bringing you to justice?

This was what you thought over most as the day wore on, you knew instinctively that it would be one of them, they would entrust no one else with this mission. You weighed up the options, did you truly have a preference as to who would appear? No, not really.

Your prank could hardly be deemed an outside threat, therefore it seemed unlikely for it to him, but then again, maybe Lord Seventh did not wish to sully his hands with you over this childish stunt? That only made you bristle all the more, you had taken to only referring to him as his official title, flat out refusing to acknowledge him by name. You had seen the flash of sorrow in his blue eyes, quickly hidden by his will to 'protect' you, each and every time you refused to meet his eye fully.

It hurt more than him, you regarded him as one of the most important people in your life, yet he was hurting you and did not seem keen to stop anytime soon. By the same token, you refused to address the 'Shadow Hokage' by his name, there was no sorrow in his sharp eyes, but there was a prominent tick in his jaw that not even he could mask.

The two most important men in your life, and they were trying to treat you with kid gloves, didn't they understand how demeaning that was to you? Did they no longer trust you to watch their backs as you had done for so many years?

The tears fall, silent and scalding as they track down your cheeks. There is no use in crying, it solves nothing and with that you push them away and straighten your spine, daring another peek behind the still drawn curtains.

It was killing you not knowing what was going on, there was no way that your actions had not been uncovered, maybe they suspected another for the prank? That thought was unwelcome, guilt burned in your soul at someone else being blamed for your deed. You would not allow for another to be punished for your crime. Biting at your nails you flitted over the idea of heading straight to the Hokage's office to turn yourself in.

The sun was setting by this point, you had tugged on some black leggings and a simple cropped workout top, ready to head out and face your punishment like a big girl, and then it happened.

An almost imperceptible noise from the living area, most would not have even heard it, but your hearing was as sensitive as any canines and possibly even rivalled that of the Inuzuka's. Braced against your bedroom wall, you slowly peered around the edge of the open door.

A dark shadow moved almost too quickly for you to follow, and then he was in your face.

Towering over you as the mismatched eyes smouldered with annoyance, the tick was working his freshly shaved jaw as the gasp left your lips. His raven hair fell forward as he tilted his head to the side, taking in your appearance far too slowly, almost predatory, and you wished you could step back, but were blocked by a very solid wall.

"I assume you expected me?" he merely whispered, his deep voice washing through you and doing unspeakable things to your insides. It had been a long time since those brief months of passion, the wildfire that had ripped through the pair of you and left many bedsheets torn asunder from the intensity of the love-making.

You would not be swept down memory lane, not now, you would pound all thoughts of jumping into his arms and fucking him senseless into the ground. This was your war, and this merely the opening gambit.

"And why exactly should I be expecting you?" you retorted, proud that your voice did not waver. Your eyes had already dipped down, refusing to look at him directly as you had been doing for almost a year now.

The hand was lightning fast, finger and thumb gripping your chin in a tight hold as he forced your face up and the rumble of irritation from the depths of his chest sparked a burning desire between your legs. Damn your traitorous body!

A scoff of derision lifted his lips out of the scowl that was on his darkly handsome face. The arrogance of his youth had smoothed out over the years, but that smirk was like a mirror to his past self, and you loved it. Adored that you had caused it, your little stunt bringing forth that old spark of self-confidence and cocky exterior that had once so riled you.

You could feel the intense searing heat of his body as he invaded your personal space, you didn't think he could get any closer until he did. Trying to slide yourself out from his body, the other hand lifted and flattened against the wall, right by your head.

"Running somewhere y/n? Surely you don't have anywhere else to be..." he hissed lowly, and the hit of those words was like a physical slap, a low blow indeed from the Uchiha. Clearly, he was not in the mood for playing around.

Shoving with all your strength you dislodged him enough to stride from the room, turning to watch him follow you into the living space. He had the audacity to smile at you as you put the small kitchen island between you, noting that his familiar cloak was already draped over the stool.

How long had he been in your home before you noticed his presence?

It was hard not to fantasize about the possibilities that having the Uchiha alone in your home for the first time in years brought to the surface. Would he accept extracting a punishment for you in the form of sexual favour, did you dare even suggest it? You knew what he liked, could turn it on with the lowering of your lashes, letting yourself submit to his wishes.

Right now you were still maintaining innocence, but it would not last much longer.

Arms crossed over your chest, you cocked your hip in hopes of giving off a look of confidence and indifference, "why are you here oh mighty Shadow Hokage? Surely I am not an outside threat to the Village?" you growled.

His jaw clenched once again, and you wondered over the reason for it. That was until the Sharingan activated, bathing you in the crimson intensity from the one red eye and the vivid purple of the other, so his emotions were heightened, interesting...

You were almost glad that he had come, the other option might have been more difficult to fight against. This way you could bare your teeth and not fear inflicting lasting emotional pain, the Uchiha had taken your harshness on more than one occasion. He could handle it, absorb it, or mould it into something else depending on his mood, and you wondered again what would happen this night.

His mouth opened, but before he could speak two loud knocks sounded on your front door, heavy and ominous. Your gaze ripped to the door, brows drawn up in genuine shock. The bastard looked smug, leaning against the wall that you would have to pass to get to the door, he knew something you didn't and it filled you with a cold dread.

Another knock sounded, a fist thundered once making the solid wood door rattle in its frame. Someone was desperate to come in, and it took all your courage to force your legs into motion, the limbs frozen in confusion and the first wash of fear.

You eyed the Uchiha as you slipped past him as quickly as you could manage, hearing the faint chuckle that made you want to grind your teeth, but that would only serve in humouring him more. His black shirt stretched over his lean chest, his sleeves were rolled to the elbows and that minor detail almost had you pausing, that wasn't right...

Swallowing thickly you unlocked the door, and threw it open, much like ripping off a band-aid. The last rays of the setting sun formed a perfect blazing halo around the frame of the tall blonde man before you.

Both? They both had come for you... well shit!

It would seem unusual for such a dark look to grace the Hokage's face, he was well known for his light-hearted nature, kind and openly compassionate almost to a fault. Yet you were used to this particular look, it was the one he always wore in your presence these days, only seeing it through lowered eyes as you furiously refused to meet his gaze.

As you stared, dumbfounded at him, a burn was building in your throat and you wanted to slam the door shut. To push both men away until you were once again alone with your misery and barbed anger, it was too much. Had they planned it this way?

He was inside with the door pressed closed behind him before you noticed that either of you had moved, and it was much too hot in the small space.

"Good evening Lord Seventh, how interesting to find you here of all places," drawled the bastard raven haired male at your back. He was closer again, having pressed further along the wall towards the door where you and he stood.

Your eyes had not moved from his face, watching the myriad of emotions flicker over his handsome face like clouds passing through the sky. It was hard to forget the happier memories that you held of him, the times you had laughed together, fought, and trained together, teasing the Uchiha to within an inch of his sanity, and most importantly the love that you had felt.

Almost no one was aware that you had spent an equal amount of time with both men in the past, and yet the friendship had never been affected madness, but it had worked out by some miracle. There had never been an ounce of jealousy between the three of you, both relationships had been uniquely different; with the Uchiha, it had been intense, soul-searing, and filled with dark desires that had made your toes curl and your body ignite. With the Uzumaki it had been tender, brimming with warmth, a heated exploration that came with learning every inch of each other's bodies, and the absolute trust that was placed in one another.

The one thing that overlapped in both short relationships was the unconditional love; neither had worked out long term but that love had remained like an ever-burning flame that refused to be snuffed out. You had tried your best to extinguish it this past year, the fury you wore like a tightly drawn cape turned you cruel and unkind to your friends, but they had deserved it, right?

Now things weren't quite so clear anymore.

"Good evening Sasuke, y/n." he crooned, one hand lifting to run through his mischievous golden hair, pushing back the bangs that tried to fall into his crystal blue eyes. He wasn't wearing his usual orange tunic with the black trim, instead, a crisp white shirt rested on his broad chest, and you spied the way his sleeves were also rolled up.

He swept off the familiar cape of the Hokage, pegging it up on the coat rack that hung by the door as if he were an invited guest into your home, his shoes already kicked off and next to yours. This small detail had you swinging around for the first time since opening the door, your gaze falling to the Uchiha's feet, and sure enough, he was barefoot, so where were his shoes?

The Uzumaki took a step towards you, and you backed up, straight into a hard body. Their eyes met above your head, some internal conversation taking place that you had no part in, a tremble coursed up your spine and you felt suddenly very thirsty.

Your hair is swept over one shoulder, two fingers twirling a strand idly as a warm mouth lowers to your ear. Eyes locked with the Uzumaki, his own glittering with some unknown emotion, his mouth set in a determined line and a tiny 'v' between his brows as the Uchiha coos in your ear, "you have guests y/n, shouldn't you invite them into the living area?"

His voice blazes through your veins, burning them with feelings you have not felt for an age, leaving nothing but charred ash in its wake. How are you meant to form words whilst trapped between these two men? Caught between purest darkness and blinding light, gulping audibly you lick at your parched lips.

"Do come in Lord Seventh, and Shadow Hokage." you purred, rolling the titles in your mouth, determined to make them sound most indecent, wanting to fluster them.

The twin sound of breath catching in throats makes you smile, they might have won the first round with this double ambush, but it was round two to you as you managed to pull enough confidence to saunter away, hips swaying in the tight black leggings you wore.

They followed in silence and the faintest pink that stained the Uzumaki's cheeks and the Uchiha's ears was another point in your favour. You threw yourself on the sofa, arms crossed defiantly over your chest as you eyed the two men, daring them to make their next move.

"Do you know why we have come?" Lord Seventh asks quietly, choosing to take a seat next to you, sitting on the edge and turning his body so he can see your face clearly. The Uchiha remains standing, one foot lifted against the wall, the black has returned to his eye and that could only mean business.

You don't like this serious version of the Hokage, longing for the times where he would laugh so hard at your jokes that he snorted like a pig. Those days seem like a millennia ago, too much has changed since then and it was heartbreaking to think that you might never hear that laugh again.

If they are going to treat you like a brat then you were damn well going to act like one, it'll be more fun that way. "Enlighten me oh great one," you mutter, wafting your hand in the air, mocking his status openly and without fear.

"Watch your mouth y/n or I will put it to other use!" the Uchiha snarls yet remains frozen in his position. The blonde lifts a placating hand, his cheeks are twitching making the whisker marks dance and for a second you think he is going to give you that smile, the dazzling one full of teeth and joy, but no.

"Are you telling me that it wasn't you that defaced the entirety of the Anbu's uniforms and masks? Should we be searching for another to take the punishment for the crime?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking far too mature and grounded.

Well, he had you there, there was no way you would let another take the fall for a crime they had not committed, but you hadn't wanted to admit it quite yet. You had to think fast, a quick glimpse at the Uchiha who continues to watch you like a hawk, one brow cocked as if he knows you are up to some kind of bullshit.

"Whatever could you mean by that? Defaced in what way?" you asked innocently, tipping your head to the side, allowing your hair to fall over one shoulder, and baring your neck at the blonde. The bob of his Adam's apple felt like another point to you, the way his eye lingered on your pulse point, exactly where he used to like to leave his mark.

His rough voice is laced with control that had not been present until this point, a peek at his hands shows that they are gripping his knee tightly, one thick vein protruding from the skin and it made you smile, a sly smile that stroked at your confidence.

"The uniforms were dyed a very vivid pink, and the masks – well let's just say they were... marked."

You chuckled darkly, "oh I would say that the uniforms and masks were merely improved. They looked very fetching in that particular shade of pink." And with those biting words you had taken ownership of the deed, you would face whatever punishment they felt befitted the crime.

Your hands lifted to either side of your mouth in mock aghast at your 'confession', one hand moved to your parted lips, a finger slipping inside until you bit down on the pad and indented the flesh.

"Oh no, what have I done? Confessing my little prank and so readily too. How will you punish me, Lord Seventh?

Will you take me off duty? No, you've already done that.

Tear me away from the ones I love most? Nope, you've done that as well.

Put me under house arrest? A possibility, yet I am practically already under house arrest. I don't want to see the looks of pity on every face that I meet in the street.

May as well exile me and be done with it!"

Your voice had started off quiet, dripping with a false cutesy tone, but it had risen as you continued to speak until you were yelling the last part. A thundering heart pounding in your ears as the Uchiha finally moves, his hand pinning your throat to the couch cushion, no pressure but holding you still.

"Exile?" he roars, it's highly unusual for him to speak to you like this, and for the first time you are scared of what he might do, "you think we'd exile you from the Village?"

The Sharingan is back, burrowing deep into your soul as you sit immobile, but you cannot stop your arm lifting, wrapping around the one holding you down, and pressing your nails into his skin.

"The fuck y/n? Have you lost your damn mind?" the Uzumaki yells, your eyes slide to the side and you can see the intensely red face that is so very mad at you. You hated to be the cause of his anger, but you would take it if it meant that fucking annoying formality slipped away.

"You speak of us tearing you away from the ones you love most, but it is the opposite and you fucking know it! Where the hell have you been, huh? You are a part of us and yet you refuse to look at us, refuse to meet with us, refuse to call us by our god damn names y/n!

I have never been so furious!" and he is on his feet abruptly, obscured by the Uchiha still holding you down.

You had expected the emotion from him, he was always the one to wear his heart on his sleeve and you knew that he had fought for every little bit of love and kindness over the years, therefore this past year would have affected him greatly.

What you hadn't expected was the words from the Uchiha, "we miss you y/n." and you were sobbing.

The tears built in your eyes until they were like tidal waves, pouring down your cheeks as if a river had burst its bank. You couldn't look at them, eyes tightly shut as the emotions you had worked hard to keep locked away for so long burst forth.

You had no idea how long you cried, you felt the Uchiha move away and then you were shifted, lifted upwards as they moved around. They sat side by side with you cradled on top of them, each wrapped an arm around you until you were cocooned in their warmth, the two unique scents invading your senses as you desperately tried to quiet your crying.

Sweet nothings were whispered in each ear, promises that things will be fixed if you would only let them back in, and you pressed yourself further into their embrace. The two strongest men in the Village and here they both were, in your house, seated on your sofa and holding you so tightly like you were the most precious thing in the world.

What felt like hours, but was in fact minutes, passed until you were able to open your eyes and sit up, struggling against the arms that worked to keep you in place, but they were no match when you wanted to do something.

"Better?" the Uzumaki whispered, wiping the final tear from your eye with his thumb.

You nodded, attempting to slide from their laps, but a hand was wrapped around each wrist until you gasped and looked back at them.

"Did you think that there would be no punishment? What do you take us for y/n?" the Uchiha scoffed, and you could see the unmistakable flicker of desire igniting in his searing gaze.

The Uzumaki laughed at the look of abject terror that had spread over your face, "a personal punishment for what you have done, but more importantly for the way you have treated us, little brat." he practically growled at you, and this was too much to take in.

What were they going to do? Surely they did not both intend to take you at the same time... no, they didn't share well at the best of times. Yet as you watched the two men exchange a quick nod, you knew you were wrong in your assumption.

The Uzumaki shifted you until you were straddling his hips, one wrist still held by the Uchiha but he quickly let go as the blonde snaked a hand around your lower back, "tell us to go and we will. There will be a formal punishment if you decide on that route, but I'd much prefer this one," he whispered, his lips were an inch from the skin of your throat, poised, waiting for your answer.

The hand that was now free, shot backwards, seeking out the Uchiha, and what you felt made your insides turn to jelly. He was kneeling behind you, between the blonde's thighs, his warm breath fanning against the back of your neck and raising the hairs that lay there.

"Do your worst," you cooed, and they sprang.

Teeth nipped at your throat whilst harsh kisses littered your shoulder until you whined from the pressure. Your own hands slipped with ease into the golden locks of the Uzumaki, tugging on them until his head lifted to meet your eyes, glazed with lust.

His lips were cruel, punishing in how they devoured your own, sweeping inside without even the decency to ask for permission. You were indeed being punished, but you liked it. Cool hands reached around until they detailed the swell of your breasts held tightly in the cropped top, an equally demanding mouth running kisses down your bare spine until the fingers groped at your chest and you mewled.

The Uzumaki was quick to swallow the mewls with his greedy mouth, his tongue explored every crevice of your mouth, reminding himself of how you tasted as his tongue dominated your own. The writhe of your hips was as instinctual as drawing breath, and the groan that rumbled from the blonde made you do it a second time, only slower.

"Damn brat," he hissed, pressing you back until you were fully in the Uchiha's arms. His mouth fell to your collarbone and began sucking what would become a wicked looking bruise into the tender flesh. You stroked the raven hair that fell like a curtain over his actions, the other hand reaching out for the Uzumaki who was watching his friend suck on your neck with heated fascination.

His hands spread over your thighs, the pads pressing into the thin material of the leggings, the heat that radiated from him was intense as they inched closer to your hips. You wanted to rip the shirt from him, detail every inch of his torso with your tongue, but you were stuck fast in the steely grip of the Uchiha as he marked you.

"Bedroom," ripped from the male at your neck, the sound made an instant heat pool between your legs, and without warning, you were lifted by strong arms and quickly marched into your bedroom and deposited on to the bed.

The absence of their heat came like a crushing blow, a low whimper leaving your lips as you eyed them curiously standing at the edge of the bed. You had never expected to see them working together in this kind of situation, yet perhaps this was not as new as you had assumed. They barely needed to communicate their actions, either they had done this before, or they had discussed this at great length, and you weren't sure which option you would prefer to be correct.

The Uchiha crooked his finger and you crawled to him as you had done on many occasions, lashes lowered as you neared him, the flutter making him growl as you had known it would. Hands wrapped around his neck as you sought out his lips, he dodged them and you whined again.

"When are you going to call us by our names y/n?" he asked softly, deadly even in the tone of his voice. The question took you off guard, but despite your willingness to submit to them, there were still things you would fight them on, and this was one of them.

You licked up the column of his throat, nipping at his jaw until you reached his ear, "when you deserve it Uchiha."

The Uzumaki chuckled from the head of the bed, you hadn't noticed him moving, and his top buttons were now undone as he watched you fight with the Uchiha. Calloused fingers edged into the waist of your leggings until they gave a quick yank, pulling them down until you had to lay back for them to be peeled from you.

You tugged the cropped top over your own head, and now you were only in your bra and panties, the black colour a stark contrast on the pure white sheets. The Uzumaki hummed his appreciation, "I always liked you in black," he groaned out.

The Uchiha made a noise in his throat, your eyes cut to him as he smirked, "pink was my favourite, such a cute colour on such a wanton girl, a total contradiction."

Were they seriously debating the colour of your underwear, now?!

The irritation must have been clear in your eyes as the Uzumaki scooted down the bed, placing a quick peck on your nose before tipping you over his lap until your ass was high in the air.

"What the – ?" you cried out, stabilising yourself on your forearms as the Uchiha held down your legs on the bed, rubbing up against your thighs until they parted slightly.

A rumble of amusement sounded from both men, "punishment remember, although I hear you quite like this, isn't that right y/n?" the damned Uzumaki cooed, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. This was not something you had done with him before, the Uchiha on the other hand, well the same could not be said.

A warm hand caressed your ass, pushing the inky black panties down until your cheeks were bare to them. Little strokes up your inner thighs, likely from the Uchiha, trying to stop you from tensing up, it would only hurt more if you did.

The strokes and caresses went on for longer than you expected and you lost yourself in the rhythmical sensation of being cared for, loved, and desired until you were ripped from those thoughts with the biting sting of a large strong palm against your left cheek.

You cried out, trying to struggle out of their hold, but it was useless. "Count them y/n, let's see if you can make it to six yeah?" the Uzumaki gritted out, and you knew this was affecting him, you could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach as you lay draped over his lap.

Each smack was just on the right side of pleasurable pain, the bite of the strong hand that would lift only to strike down and then gently rubs at the heated flesh was delicious. He could break you if he wanted, yet this was not the true punishment that it could have been, this was all done in the name of pleasure.

Your eyes had watered but no tears fell, you gritted your teeth but took all six hits as the Uchiha continued to worship your inner thighs with idle patterns and the blowing of cool air on your very sore ass. He lifted you from the Uzumaki as he slipped out, palming his painfully restricted erection as he stood and started to undress.

At last, you were given the chance to kiss him properly, the black haired male holding you close as his lips danced with your own. There was a hunger lurking just beneath the surface, yet he held it in check as you pressed yourself to him, wanting to feel him against every inch of your skin, and whimpering your frustration as he pulled you back.

The sight of the very naked Uzumaki caught your eye, he was still as muscled as you remembered. The heavenly sight of his sculpted upper torso lowered into the deep 'V' that you adored so much, how many times had you run your tongue along that very path?

His cock twitched in his palm as he stroked it once, kneeling on the bed until you were practically at eye level with the monstrous length. You squirmed as a head slid between your parted thighs, a quick peek and you saw the Uchiha lick his lips in hungry anticipation of his meal, and that meal was going to be your throbbing pussy.

Before you swung back to the cock that you were eager to swallow down, you noted that the Uchiha had also stripped, although he still wore his tight black boxers with a prominent bulge. He lay stretched out on your bed, still as strong as the blonde but leaner and just a tad more defined. There was no doubt that they were both Gods among men, but each different in their own right.

The drag of a warm wet tongue along your length made you moan, and the Uzumaki used that moment of parted lips to press into your mouth. No teasing kitten licks or kisses allowed on this occasion, you sheathed your teeth and accepted him into your mouth like an honoured guest.

Every bob of your head was mirrored by a lick or suck from between your legs, the vibration of your throat contracting made the Uzumaki groan out and lace his fingers into your hair, his hips snapping in tandem with your own rhythm.

Hollowing your cheeks you sucked him deeper, he pressed against the back of your throat and he faltered, not daring to press further, likely from fear of choking you. Oh, how little did he know, had the roles been reversed, there would have been no mercy for you, the Uchiha would eagerly choke you on his cock.

Your own release was ticking ever closer, and when he slid two fingers deep into your pussy you bucked and writhed over his face, grinding yourself down as he worked you over with his mouth and fingers. Fingers that curled and called you to him as he ripped an orgasm from your trembling body, mouth still around the thick cock of the Uzumaki.

He grunted as your tempo faltered, the waves of your own release almost bringing on his own, but he held back.

"Open up!" he demanded and your lips loosened immediately, his cock lay flat on your wet tongue as saliva pooled from the sides of your mouth. He twitched before withdrawing and taking a step back, eyeing how the Uchiha continued to stroke you past overstimulation, almost towards torture.

Another coil of desire was sweeping over you and the crash of this one almost had you prone on the bed, your arms quivered as you supported your upper half, panting and shaky from the intensity.

"Sasuke!" you all but screamed, and all movement stopped. The name had flown from your mouth before you could even think of stopping it, not that you wanted to at that moment, too far gone now.

The quiet gasp had your eyes flying to the Uzumaki, he stood with a clenched jaw and a burning determination in his beautiful blue eyes. Oh shit, you were in for a world of trouble now.

The Hokage growled, low and dangerous as Sasuke sat up on the bed with an entirely too smug smile on his lips, he licked at those slick lips that were painted with your juices and practically waved towards you laying panting on the bed, the gesture was reminiscent of "be my guest..." and you tried to scramble away.

Your ankle was caught in a strong grip, quickly pulled backwards until you were lifted by the shoulder so your back was flush to the Uzumaki's heaving chest. Your bra was unhooked and thrown away as his fingers pinched at your taut nipples, head thrown back he sought out your pulse point and bit. The throb of his teeth biting down on your tender neck was blissful agony, your vision swam as you watched Sasuke smirk at you as he lay on the bed, boxers now removed as he slowly stroked himself, content with watching for now.

"Always gotta be a damn brat, so I've gotta make you cum so you'll say my name? Is that the game we're playing y/n," he growled in your ear, and the way he clung to you was new from him, every other time had been tender and loving, this was wicked and dominant.

One hand had sunk between your parted legs, your thighs trembled as his thumb brushed your highly sensitive clit and you purred for him, long and low. He liked that, rubbing his cock slick from your saliva between your ass cheeks, humming quietly.

The other hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were once again on your hands and knees, but this time staring directly at Sasuke's cock as the Uzumaki aligned himself, more than ready to take the final plunge.

Your hand wrapped around the base of Sasuke's cock, and he shook his head, finger wagging in admonishment.

"You know the rules y/n," he heatedly whispered, your eyes widened as the blonde pushed into your welcoming heat, your hips pressing backwards but he held you back.

He waited, the patience of a saint until you took Sasuke into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the head, only then did he press in further. You could feel every ridge of Sasuke's cock against your wet tongue, the vein that ran along the side and you dared to bare your teeth.

He gasped and gripped your hair, a warning to behave and you sheathed them again as the Uzumaki finally, slowly bottomed out within you and circled his hips with cunning precision. You were stretched to absolute capacity, and he grunted from the exertion of remaining perfectly still and having to keep you contained on the bed.

You didn't see the nod between the men, the understanding that it was time to unleash the frustration that they both felt from your actions this past year. The Uzumaki was ruthless, the pace demanding from the very first withdrawal and thrust back into your aching centre. It was difficult to concentrate on both actions at once, Sasuke demanded your attention as he made you take more and more of him, choking you until you tapped twice on his thigh and he backed off. The years may have passed, but the love and care were still there as they ever had been.

The moment reprieve and you moaned your pleasure to the men, your men. The sound of skin slapping was intense and mixed with the grunts and groans of the Uzumaki, as verbal as he had ever been. Lips wrapped around Sasuke's cock once more, he fucked your mouth and throat, revelling in the vibration of your throat as the Uzumaki pounded you almost on top of him.

Consumed by the desire to please Sasuke and the absolute delight of having the Uzumaki rutting into you like a feral animal, you did not expect the hand that slipped around your hip and pinched at your clit. The orgasm spiralled through your body, stars winking before your vision as your entire being shook from the intensity of it.

Sasuke had drawn back, watching with utter lust at your face flushed by your release, the soft glaze of your eyes as you heaved and twisted from the pleasure.

"Naruto!" you screamed, and the absolute joyous laughter that met your ears splintered the dark shell that had formed over your heart and soul.

Not that you were given any time to come down from your high, Naruto still chased his own release. He angled your ass higher on the bed, his knee braced by your side as he slipped even deeper than he had been before, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

Sasuke cupped your chin, lifting your face to see the mischievous twinkle that shone in his mismatched eyes. You blew him a kiss, he mimed catching it, and then pointed back down to where he stood twitching and drenched in your saliva, patiently waiting to be taken care of.

His fingers twisted deep in your hair as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down like your life depended on it, the thrust of Naruto only helping you take him deeper until you swallowed and felt Sasuke stiffen up from the sensation around his aching shaft.

He was close, you knew it. The same could be said for Naruto, his pace becoming uneven as your walls tightened almost painfully around him, trying to milk him for everything he had.

You unsheathed your teeth once more, running them along the vein exactly how he liked you to do it, and with a final judder, he poured his seed down your throat, pulling back so it painted your tongue.

Naruto gave a final slam of his hips, jerking himself out of your pussy just in time to cover your back with his hot seed.

"Fuck!" both men cried simultaneously and you could melt right here. A sticky sweat-soaked mess and you were happier than you had been in an extremely long time.

~

The clean up had been less fun, but now you were settled in the middle of your bed between gorgeous and still naked men.

"Sorry Sasuke, such a shame you didn't get a chance to fuck y/n!" Naruto laughed, his hands behind his head as he grinned smugly at the ceiling. You thumped him hard on the chest, there was no way this conversation was happening, not whilst you were here!

"Naruto, don't be a dick!" you yelled at him, almost laughing at the way he edged away from you, scared of another blow from your tiny but powerful fist.

Sasuke simply scoffed, eyes turning to the pair of you, the Sharingan flashed as he murmured, "there is always the morning."

You gulped, gaze drifting between the two men who were eyeing you with wicked intent, and you were suddenly trapped once more.

Trapped between purest darkness and blinding light... and you did not wish to be anywhere else.

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⏤ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 

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★ cw: 18+, DARK CONTENT, yandere!aizawa, professor!aizawa, age gap (reader is in her 20s), kidnapping, daddy kink, light infantilization, light sadism, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, praise, oral sex, vaginal sex, choking.

you never imagined something like this would happen. in a minute you were a sophomore in university, working part time at a cafe and enjoying the first moments of your independence, away from your family and hometown. and at the next minute you’re like a pet in a cage, kept away from any harm. at least that’s what you’re told.

if you focused really hard, your mind can still fly away to the campus where your friends are. but you’re not there. you’re not-

“are you there, sweetheart?” his voice rips you away from the reality you created in your head. you blink away the little tears that formed in your eyes, remembering that it’s your bath time. shota rubs the sponge on your back softly, smiling at the distracted expression on your face. “what’s in your little head, hum?”

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𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ft. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ✘ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ nsfw, sukuna fucks you against the window, voyeurism, toji jerks off, choking, degradation/humiliation

Your tits and face are pressed against the glass. While your lower back is arched, with one of Sukuna’s large hand resting there. While his other hand is on your hip. As he roughly fucks himself into you from behind, his heavy balls hitting your clit and his hips smacking yours.

Your neighbor, the dad of the little boy, Megumi, you babysit which by extension is your boss. Is standing in his bedroom with his fist around his cock jerking and a smirk on his lips. As he watches you take a hard and quick fucking.

Sukuna leans down moves his hand from your back to grab our throat. As says, “You look so fucking hot for me pressed up against this window like a fucking slut. You like seeing Toji fist his cock while I stuff my tight little pussy?” You don’t know how your going to face Toji later on when you go to pick up Megumi. But at the moment you can’t find it in you to say your safe word.

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Milk and Cookies

Pairing: DILF!Eren x Reader

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CW: some light role play, heavy on the food play, cum eating, fingering, cockwarming, daddy/baby/honey and other pet names used, explicit sex

A/N: A DILF!Eren smut for Christmas. I know from my taglist form more than half of you guys want DILF Eren so give this some love. Also this ones a little…um… just avoid if you don’t wanna read about playing with food…

“Eren, I really don’t get why the outfit is necessary.” You gestured towards his festive choice of clothing, a set of red pants and a red furry top, the edges lined with white fabric reminiscent of the symbol of christmas: Santa Claus. He even wore the goofy red hat, the hat topped off with a white cotton puff ball. He barely gave the outfit any effort, not bothering to wear a shirt underneath nor a fake white wig and beard. He looked less like Santa Claus and more like a holiday-themed male exotic dancer, but that was beside the point. The real question was why.

He opened the closet door, rummaging through the back of the closet to pull out the gifts you’d wrapped and hidden away, to shield from the prying eyes of your son and daughter.

“‘Cause if they wake up right now and see their mom and dad putting gifts under the tree they’ll be traumatized,” Eren said, his voice muffled as he spoke from inside the closet. He pulled out a few boxes and one by one set them outside of the closet door. You helped him arrange them neatly into an organized stack. “At least at first glance we can pass for Santa. And I don’t wanna be responsible for crushing their hopes and dreams. At least not yet, anyway,” he ended with a chuckle.

“But doesn’t Santa go alone? Why’d I have to dress up too?” You looked down to your ‘Mrs. Claus’ outfit, a red and white long sleeved top with way too much cleavage paired with a short red skirt. It was most definitely not the attire of Mrs. Claus and it made you roll your eyes when Eren suggested it.

“That was more for me,” he gave you a wink, before bending down to pick up the stack of boxes to set under the christmas tree. After he set the boxes down he turned around, his intention being to grab the last box he’d left behind, but when his eyes flickered to you he smirked.

“You done staring at me yet, princess? I could use some help.” He’d caught you staring at him – how could you not when his abs were right there? Sometimes you’d forget that your husband was built like a Greek god, but at times like these, when he was barely dressed on purpose to rile you up, his sculpted chest was always there to remind you of that fact.

Two could play at the teasing. You turned to bend down and pick up the box, exaggerating your movements so your skirt would ride up, teasing him with a glance at your panties. Before you could even stand up straight, box in your arms, Eren was behind you, his arms coming around to lift the box out of your arms and over your head, as his chest pressed against your back. He asked, his voice hushed, “The kids are right down the hall, you sure you wanna wake them up?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked innocently, though by the tone of his voice you already knew the answer.

He brought the box down into the crook of his arm and used his free hand to pinch your thigh. “You’re so cruel, been teasing me all day long.”

He wasn’t wrong – in a way you were. This morning when you made yourself a latte, you stared at him with bedroom eyes as you licked the foam away from your lips. And earlier today when you and the kids were baking cookies, you’d taken a finger-full of frosting and sucked on it, just a little too enthusiastically for it to be innocent. You’d been sending him signals all day, and now with the kids put to bed Eren was ready to take you up on your silent offers. But not without a taste of the silent torture you put him through today.

He dropped off the last box under the tree before taking a seat on the sofa, next to the table where you’d placed Santa's milk and cookies not too long ago before you put the kids to bed.

“Come sit on Santa's lap, naughty girl,” he teased as he patted his thigh, his eyes taking you in as you made your way over to him. They hungirly traversed your body, down your chest and back up your bare legs. Despite your best attempts at teasing, when it came down to it your confidence would always waiver. Eren always had that effect on you – to turn you into a flustered heap of goo, your legs wobbly, your voice shaky. But today you’d try your best not to be his prey.

You straddled your husband, the fabric of your lace panties flush against his red pants. Even through the fabric you could feel his arousal. His hands gripped your waist on either side as he placed a kiss to your chest, right above your cleavage. You rested your hands on the sides of his muscular chest.

“I was so right about this outfit,” he murmured against your chest, his lips brushing your skin.

“How so?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face even closer to you.

“It makes your tits look incredible,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke, before licking a stripe up the valley between your breasts. The contact made you shiver with anticipation.

He then kissed your neck, slow open mouth kisses that threatened to eat you up, as his hands came down to firmly grasp your ass beneath the red skirt.

When he finally reached the place he loved to kiss most, your lips, his kiss was rough and needy, nipping at your lips and full of tongue. He swallowed every moan that he pulled out of your body. Then Eren brushed a finger over your clothed cunt, the fabric practically drenched with your slick.

“Eren stop teasing me,” you whined, your voice low in his ear, as a thumb pressed on your clit over the fabric. He rubbed it in a slow circle, amusement clear in his viridian eyes.

“Mm, but you’ve been teasing me all day baby, it’s only fair,” his finger hooked onto the edge of your panties, setting the fabric aside, exposing your dripping cunt to him. His finger swiped up and down your folds, causing you to shudder on his lap.

“Don’t you think–” you paused to catch a breath, his thumb once again assaulting your clit in dangerously slow but firm circles. “ –maybe we should move to the, ah, bedroom?”

“But then who’s gonna eat all these cookies?” Eren picked up a cookie from the platter on the table, bringing the treat up to his mouth. You groaned as you were faced with a double assault — with one hand, Eren was licking the frosting off one of the sugar cookies, while the other continued to tease your clit, mirth dancing across his features as he teased you.

“Eren—“ his name came out as a moan as he stuffed a long finger inside you. He didn’t even break eye contact, purple frosting coating his sinful tongue as he watched you squirm.

“Try some, baby,” his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, leaving remnants of frosting in its wake. Your hips involuntarily grinded down on him as he fingered you at a languid pace, not nearly fast enough for what you craved.

“Please, Eren,” He could feel your walls clenching around his finger, but he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied, not yet.

“Please, what?” He blinked at you innocently as he brought the cookie into his mouth past his lips. He bit down and ate half, holding the other half in the air in front of your mouth. You could barely form words between his fingers brushing against your spongy walls and the way he teased you with the frosted cookie. “My lovely wife forgot how to speak tonight, hm?”

“I want you inside me,” you breathed out.

“I already am,” as if to make a point he pulled his finger out to the first knuckle before stuffing it back in.

You reached a hand down, looping a finger underneath the waistband of his pants, “you know what I meant,” you huffed, suppressing another moan. He slipped a second finger inside, then finished off the cookie in his other hand, making sure to suck off the frosting off the tips of his fingers. He felt your body stiffen at the sight.

His two fingers curled up against the spot he knew so well inside you.

“Eren!” You cried out his name as his fingers moved exactly the way he’d made you come undone so many times before.

“You gotta be a little more quiet, honey,” he chuckled, though his fingers showed no sign of stopping. You wanted to last longer, feeling pathetic that with just two fingers Eren could make you come undone, but he easily did just that. You felt that familiar feeling in your center, the high that you craved so badly, and Eren knew it was coming from the silent moans that escaped your parted lips in the form of heavy breaths. He watched in awe, a thumb coming up to rub against your clit to help you reach your peak, as he licked the traces of frosting off his lips.

“Fuck, Eren,” you tried your best to keep your voice low as you threw your head back, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Eren slowed down the movement of his fingers to a stop once he saw you were done, before pulling his fingers up to his lips. They were soaked with your essence and you watched as he lapped it up like a starved man downs a bottle of water, shooting you a cheeky grin.

“Can’t tell what’s sweeter, you or these cookies,” he said, his eyes trained on your hands as they came down to his waistband again. You tugged at the fabric, silently pleading at your husband with your eyes and a pout. He couldn’t help but smile, your want for him making his heart burst with affection. So many years together yet he’d still feel that feeling in his heart every time, the one where he couldn’t believe you wanted him in this way.

You moved back slightly, sitting on his knees. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch, just enough for you to pull down the fabric of his red pants and boxers to his mid thigh, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprung free, the tip wet with his arousal. He watched with lidded eyes, biting his sugar-coated lips, as your hand moved up and down his shaft.

Eren stifled a groan. “Sit on Santa’s lap, baby.”

“Please stop calling yourself Santa, it’s weird,” you chuckled.

“Okay, how about sit on daddy’s lap?”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing, the way the word daddy came off his tongue sent shivers up your spine. You crawled up the short distance from his knees to his hips, your hands coming up to his shoulders, bunching up the red fabric as you gripped onto him for support. With his hands supporting your hips, you sunk down onto him, a sigh of pleasure leaving your parted lips. Before you could move your hips up, his hands on your hips firmly pushed you down, and he leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Not yet, baby,” he said as one hand let go of your hips to reach for another frosted cookie, “How about we finish these off first, hm?”

How could he even sit there so composed with his cock stuffing you so full? You were so frustrated, you just wanted to move. And he couldn't help but grin at your obvious predicament.

“Eren, baby, can we please go to the bedroom?” you tried your best to make your voice firm despite speaking in a hushed voice. He only chuckled.

“You spent the whole day teasing me like this,” he took his index finger and swiped down the center of a frosted cookie, picking up a hearty glob of frosting, before taking the frosting and drawing a stripe down his tongue. He made a show of sucking off his finger, his smoldering eyes meeting your heated gaze. “At least let me have a little fun.”

Before you could say anything else, he repeated the motion of picking up some frosting on his fingers – but this time instead of his tongue, his finger drew a line of frosting down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands came up to your shoulders and pulled down your top slightly. He felt your walls clench around him as he dipped his head down to suck off the sweet cream from your skin. Then he pulled down your top further down your arms until your breasts were exposed to him. Like an artist painting a canvas, he smirked as he covered your nipple with frosting.

“Eren, fuck can you, mmm, please–” you wanted to beg for him to stop, the teasing going way further than you imagined it would. His tongue swirled around your perked nipple, lapping off the saccharine cream, before he sucked at it, taking the last of the frosting into his mouth.

He took his fingers that were covered in frosting and tapped them onto your lips, a signal to open them. When you did, he placed his fingers onto your tongue. “Shhh, don’t wanna wake the kids do you?”

You shook your head no, before closing your lips around his fingers and sucking off the remaining frosting. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. He rutted his hips up, causing you to moan, though your mouth was closed around his fingers still. He brought the cookie to his lips, eating half, then he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you the other half. They were soft and sweet, absolutely delicious. Even with most of the frosting removed.

Eren reached over for the glass of milk, taking a sip, watching in amusement as your patience was wearing down. There was one thing you could do, you realized as you watched him drink the white liquid.

You took the glass from out of his hand and took a sip, purposefully spilling a few drops from the corners of your lips. Immediately the imagery of white liquid on your lips brought his mind to not-so-innocent places, and you felt him stir below you. You stuck your tongue out, a faint white sheen coating your otherwise pink tongue, to lap up the drops of milk. You made sure to gaze at him the entire time, his mouth parted in surprise as he watched you.

This teasing was becoming too much, even for him.

“Fuck, hold on,” he tapped your thigh, his willpower gone. There was only so long he could take with you on his lap like that, in that sinful holiday outfit, drops of what could have been his essence trailing down your lips. You rose off his lap and he immediately moved up so that he was behind you, your body pressed down into the couch. In no time at all he slammed back into you, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’d probably wake up with bruises. But it didn’t matter, because all you could think of was how badly you wanted him.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your head turned behind you to get a look at him. If you weren’t so turned on you’d almost laugh at his head-to-toe Santa get-up. But honestly he looked incredible even in an outfit as ridiculous as that one. His abs, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistened in the soft lights of the living room. His eyes were a deep muted green, sultry and full of his passion. His hands were so warm on your hips, somehow still sending tingles up your spine after all this time.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” he rocked his hips just once, enough to kiss your cervix, before dragging back out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you asked, pushing your hips back up against him.

A hand came off your hip to squeeze the meat of your ass. He leaned down to your ear, “Yeah? Daddy 'll fuck you real good. Just keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He bunched up the fabric of your top and skirt around your waist, the sight of the red and white fabric making your actions almost even more sinful — to be fucking while dressed like mr. and mrs. Claus was not something he ever expected to do. But fuck if it wasn’t turning him on.

He pulled back before snapping his hips into you, the force pushing you further into the couch. You bit your lip and he repeated the motions over and over, his cock stretching you open and dragging along your tight walls. He watched as you took him in over and over, whispers of expletives tumbling out of his lips.

Normally Eren was quite vocal during sex, but tonight it was all muffled grunts and silent groans, a true effort to keep quiet. But you were another story.

His thrusts were becoming relentless, and when he reached the spot that had you seeing stars you sobbed.

“Shit, Eren, right there—yes,” you were so lost in it you didn’t realize the volume of your voice was increasing with every word.

He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers hooking into your mouth again.

“Naughty girl, what did I say?” He spoke into your ear again, his breath hot and his voice low, breathless due to his exertion.

“Ta thee quifettt,” you tried to speak but his fingers held your tongue down.

“Good girl,” he sighed in approval as he continued to slam his cock into you, “so so good, take me so perfectly baby,” his voice was soft in your ear still, his hands coming back down to cover the back of yours, his long fingers occupying the gaps between yours. He felt you clenching tight around him, your body sinking further into the couch. You were close.

“‘Ren I’m gonna—Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered below him. You felt him plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“Then do it. Cum on me, baby,” he bit down on your shoulder to suppress a groan as his thrusts were deep, reaching a spot in you that would have had you screaming if you weren’t 10 feet away from your sleeping children.

To help you reach your peak Eren pressed a finger against your clit, teasing circles around the bud. You were a goner after that, your orgasm coming quickly as you cried out his name.

Eren was close behind thanks to the way you clenched so tightly around him.

Suddenly Eren had an idea.

“Can I cum on your mouth?” He asked, his thrusts slowing down as you descended from your high.

“Anywhere you want,” you were too fucked out to care.

He pulled out, gesturing for you to sit up on the couch as he stood up before you. You stuck out your tongue and he brought the head of his sensitive dick to your mouth. He was on the edge already, his hand pumping his shaft as you licked at his tip, coated with your previous release. With a few strokes he came, a guttural moan coming out of his mouth from the back of his throat. His cum shot out into your mouth, some of it dribbling down the sides and over your chin. He watched as you stuck out your tongue to lap up whatever you didn’t swallow.

However there was still some left around your mouth. Eren swiped it up with his fingers, before reaching over for another cookie. You watched, a mixture of surprise and (to your own surprise?) arousal, as he mixed his seed with the frosting on the tips of his fingers. He stuck his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them clean.

“Eren, you’re so ridiculous,” you finally said after lapping up the last of his salty cum and the sweet frosting.

He chuckled, landing a quick kiss to your purple-stained lips, “what, you don’t like a little milk with your cookies?”

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If you’re still doing the beach club event can you do the familiar trip with Yuuji as reader & Sukuna’s child, with 7 27 30? I really like dad!sukuna😭

yes of course ! i hope you like it !

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7. going to the beach!

27. showing a child the sea for the first time

30. taking pics of the trip

tw: the reader is referred as "mom" by Yuuji because i don't know what too put instead, neutral gender fem bodied reader.

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"Come on dad, come on, come on, wake up, wake up! It's sunny!" Sukuna's grip on your waist softens a bit, right before getting his body even closer to yours. Yuuji starts again. "Dad, today we are going to see the ocean! We can't miss it!" You're too sleepy to form a coherent phrase on your head to answer your poor child, but Sukuna's voice speaks before you.

"It's still too early, Yuuji. We don't want to wake up the little animals that sleep on the sea, right? Go back to bed and sleep a little more." with the final sentence, Sukuna hides his face again on your neck. You feel Yuuji's little steps before feeling him snuggle against your body. You open your eyes a little to see your son against your chest, sneaking between your arms. Hugging him, the child whispers. "Mom, can I wait here with you?" he asks. You nod quietly, caressing his hair. You can feel how Sukuna's hand sneaks passing your waist to hold your child.

It's not a long time after when you hear Sukuna's phone ringing. Yuuji moves between your arms, waking up slowly until he realizes what does that mean. He gets up fast, looking at both his parents. "Time to go to the beach!" he says. You stretch in your little bed space and Sukuna yawns before sitting on the bed. He takes Yuuji between his arms.

"Let's get a shower and dressed while mom wakes up, yeah?" Yuuji nods and both of them leave the bed and the room under your sleepy gaze. You obligate yourself to sit in bed. Yesterday, it was too late when you arrived to the hotel, and little Yuuji slept since the plane landed, without having more dinner than a glass of warm milk with chocolate. Sukuna stayed awake with you, helping you to order the luggage, taking a relaxing bath and preparing Yuuji's bag for the beach. After some cuddling and pillow talk, you two fell asleep.

You take a swimsuit and a long t-shirt you can use for the beach, making sure the window is covered with the curtains before putting it on. You head to the kitchen with the idea of making some breakfast, but the smell of coffee and something being cooked reaches you. Yuuji is sitting on the table, sipping his chocolate from a straw, and there are two cups of coffee, one if front of the other, in both sides of the child. You get closer to Sukuna, seeing that he's cooking a couple sandwiches to have as a breakfast.

"Need help?" You ask, taking a plate. Plate that Sukuna takes away, winking at you.

"No need. Just sit. Your coffee has a little bit of chocolate, as you like." With a kiss on his still naked shoulder, right on a tattoo, you sit near to your son. He looks at you with a smile.

"Do you know that fishes like Nemo live in the sea? Dad told me a lot of things!" He keeps talking and Sukuna serves the breakfast. Right after finishing, your partner gets dressed with a plain t-shirt and you adjust Yuuji's backpack, that contains some toys, before giving him some instructions.

"Be careful and don't lose any toy, yeah? You know that Gojo bought them to you! Also, be careful with the sea, yeah? Don't go too far from mom and dad and always ask us to accompany you to the water, yes, baby?" Yuuji nods quietly, understanding all you're saying. "Be careful, please." Yuuji nods, this time with energy, before kissing your cheek.

"I will mommy!" he says, excited. Taking your bag, the three of you leave the hotel room heading to the beach. Yuuji asks his dad to lift him up and he does, sitting the little child on his shoulders. It's almost impossible to deny the kinship between them. Yuuji is, basically, a copy of his father, with more chubby cheeks and the absence of tattoos, of course. Yuuji smiles openly before talking, interrupting the little chat you and Sukuna have been having for the last ten minutes. "Look! That's water! It's that the sea, dad?!" he asks, pure excitement on his voice and eyes. Sukuna nods, his son still sitting on his shoulders, the man's hands holding his child's legs, avoiding him to fall.

"Mom, mom, look, the sea!" he laughs and claps quietly. Even when Sukuna has a neutral expression on his face, you can see the happiness shining on his eyes.

After putting all the towels and beach things on a calm cove, you apply sun protector to Yuuji, but he's too excited to go near the water.

"Can we go, mommy?" he asks, helping you to put sunscreen on. Some groups of people have put their towels around.

"Wait for me to help mom to put sunscreen on, yeah?" Sukuna says, sunglasses hiding his eyes and the tattoos under them, taking the sun protector and gently applying it on your back, massaging quietly. He has his t-shirt still on. Yuuji gets up once he's done and he runs near his dad. "Dad, I'll help you!" Yuuji's little pair of hands massage your arms as Sukuna's ones put the sunscreen on your back. Once the three of you are ready, Sukuna takes his shirt off and his phone on his hand. A couple girls turn their heads to see him, taking off the shirt that smoothly. He passes an arm around your shoulders as he talks. "Oi, Yuuji, don't run you buddy."

But Yuuji is still too excited. Sukuna hands your his phone as he runs to take your child. You quickly open the camera, capturing in a video the moment where the father runs after the child, taking him on his arms while both of them laugh. His phone is quickly full of pictures of little Yuuji, trying the water with his feet, swimming with dad's help, a cute portrait of you with Yuuji wrapped in a towel, sitting between your legs as you hug him. Yuuji also takes a picture of the two of you helping him with a sand castle!

The day at the beach has easily became one of the most magical days on Yuuji's 6 years of life. He saw fishes, crabs, even a couple starfishes! Dad has helped him to build an enormous castle and you helped him to swim on the sea! Going back to the hotel, at afternoon, Yuuji is wrapped in his towel, between your arms, calmly sleeping against your chest after the waste of energy he had. His little hand is gripped to your t-shirt as Sukuna is carrying all the stuff. You leave him on his bed as soon as you three arrive to your room. Then, when your two are back in your bed, you look at the pictures that you took of the day. Sukuna moves quietly to be able to kiss your forehead.

"Thanks." he says, while still looking to the pictures.

"For what?" you ask, looking to the picture that a woman near took of the three of you. She even said you were the cutest family she had ever seen!

"For letting me be happy with you and Yuuji. Thanks, y/n"