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👀👉🏾👈🏾 Sukuna x Reader ex's to lovers?

wowowow i cant believe im doing like another celebrity au again but here goes nothing ahaha...

i love this trope, i ended up writing a WHOLE, lengthy ass, detailed plotline on it i hope u dont mind <3 (A WHOLE WHOPPING 6K WORDS YALL)

prepare for hella angst, OOC sukuna, insecure fem!reader, ghosting, messy break up, conflicting and complicated feelings + sexual tension and then intense smut @ the end (make up sex)

imagine sukuna being like, an amateur model-turned-actor, with you being his highschool sweetheart, who was there to support him since day one

a very happy, fulfilling relationship for the most part-- until he starts gaining huge amounts of popularity.

youve always known that he was meant and born to reach sky-high levels of success, and you were certain he was going to make it one day

but things get rockier by the second, and insecurity is such an ugly, ugly thing

seeing him model with other beautiful celebrities, acting in roles where he had a love interest to kiss and fondle, reading those gossip scandal articles involving him and another party every few months or so-

it all got too much for you.

all you needed was some reassurance... but young and vivacious sukuna, drunk on this fame and attention, failed to recognise that and left you feeling neglected.

not on purpose tho, he's never engaged in infidelity, he's never gazed upon someone else with lust or love on his mind - he was using everyone around him as a stepping stone towards his own career

sukuna's known you since forever, and he was confident that you knew his affection for you was unwavering... so he failed to understand where you were coming from whenever you brought these things up

arguments after arguments after arguments

the worst part of it was that he wanted to keep his relationship with you a secret. saying something about how having a significant other would slow his progress in his career down... the decision was urged on by the entertainment company that he was in a contract with

it hurt so damn much when he was being interviewed on tv about his romantic life, only for him to tell the world he was single.

it leads to more arguing.

of course, as a rising celebrity, he was quite awfully busy with many business trips and attending a lot of parties and galas

another terrible fight occurred right before he had to leave for a flight overseas but by then, youd pretty much already decided that you were going to leave him

you basically ghosted him, packing all your belongings overnight, blocking his number and all his social media accounts, making sure even all yours and his mutual friends didn't know of your whereabouts. you're going to start fresh. and give him no closure.

it was petty revenge, and maybe immature of you, but you were just as young as he was, and you wanted him to hurt as badly as you were hurting back then.

sukuna's still overseas, having just come back from another fancy gathering and is fresh out of the shower, in his hotel room... he decides he's gonna try and give you a call, but ofc you don't pick up

he sighs and convinces himself that he'll sort things out with you later when he gets back, not knowing that there won't be a 'later'.

meanwhile you're dragging a suitcase out of the apartment, taking a taxi somewhere else far away, crying as you pass by giant billboards that have pictures of sukuna plastered all over

he feels like such a faraway person now. no longer someone who you used to cuddle closely in bed, or hold hands with. you're not even sure of who you are without him anymore.

you could imagine his reaction when he came home, only to find your entire existence missing. seriously, it was like you were never there. you left nothing of yours behind, and the place was cleaned spick and span, not a hair of yours to be found.

when was the last time sukuna felt so panicked?? this dull ache in his chest, as he spams you calls and texts that never reach you

he contacts mutual friends in rotation but everyone is absolutely clueless... he considers filing a missing persons case but then a trusted friend of yours tells him to not look for you... and that you wanted them to relay a message to him, just a simple goodbye.

what the fuck are you talking about?

oh, here comes a severe headache.

his mind is whirring with overlapping memories, thoughts, regrets, thinking about any clues that might give away where you couldve gone, but theres simply nothing

the shock moves into sorrow, then denial, and then it turns to anger. does he mean nothing to you? so much so that youd abandon him without saying a word?

its like he was going through the five stages of grief, but for someone who he knew was still alive..

eventually, he finds a rebound out of spite. if youve left him, then it's means he's free and single, right? he gets himself piss-drunk, and beds another, only to wake up feeling absolutely disgusted. it feels like... it feels like he's cheated on you. even though you're already gone. he's just a mess of conflicting emotions, and it lasts for so long.

the reason why he doesnt hire someone or use some other underhanded method to actually look for you is because of a weird mixture of both his pride and feelings of insecurity, thinking that maybe, just maybe, you do deserve someone better, someone who understands you more... (and he's also fearful that someone like you, might've already found love somewhere else, and he's definitely not confident that he'll be able to act maturely if he sees its true)

eventually, acceptance does come... but does it really?

i like to think he went through many failed relationships, his partners always leaving him upon witnessing him getting intoxicated and calling for none other than your name in his state. someone who no one around him knows anymore.

years pass, and time really does allow you to forget. for both you and sukuna alike. in your mid thirties, both of you are single at this time.

you've been busy with your new job at some company (dont ask me, i was too lazy to decide what kind, so u guys can make this one up bye), and he made sure to keep himself busy as well. no time for fleeting romance.

of course, until fate does that weird thing where it pushes people together again... a new project lands in your lap, where it involves some kind of collaboration with THE celebrity, ryomen sukuna. of fucking course.

you really did desperately try to get it off and pass this off to some other colleague but they insisted your involvement was necessary. what are you supposed to do? you almost decide to quit... but this job means a lot to you... you can't just throw everything away because of an ex... right?

and, oh my god, when the first meeting does happen, involving the celebrity himself, you and a couple other coworkers to discuss the project, sukuna sees you and his brain short circuits for a moment.

he starts doubting his own vision, and then he reminisces, in the middle of whatever the fuck everyone else was talking about during the meeting.

"... Mr. Ryomen?" one of the other participants ask.

he clears his throat, regains his composure and regathers his focus. he's an actor for god's sake. and he starts speaking, with thoughts of you in the back of his mind. about how much youve changed, but also remained exactly the same...

during introductions, you shake his hand and act professionally. his eye twitches. will you continue to pretend not to know him even afterwards? should he talk to you separately after this? no... doing that would mean he's the desperate one...

when you saw sukuna hesitating, part of you felt relieved. so you're not the only one getting freaked out. you don't expect him to acknowledge you anymore, though.

after the meeting, he walks out feeling confident that he's going to ignore you back, if this was the kind of game you're going to play with him. you mean nothing to him, just as he means nothing to you.

but he remembers the shock that went down his spine at the feeling of the warmth in your hand. he watches you take an elevator by yourself, and tries to make a split second decision on whether he wants to let you go, or if he wants to chase you down.

he probably shouldn't bother.

but he impulsively speed walks down towards you, anyway.

youre startled when the elevator doors are blocked from closing just at the last second, with someone's arm coming through between. your heart skips a beat seeing that it's none other than sukuna.

what is this sensation? this mix of fear and... excitement. you should be unperturbed. you're over him. he's someone from the past. you're buzzing with these feelings, but there also comes a creeping resentment that finds its way to you again, as you try to remember why you left him in the first place.

he unclicks whatever level you were heading to, and clicks on the highest level instead. he's gonna take you to the rooftop of the building, where he can confront you peacefully.

"Mr. Ryomen? Is there something wrong?" you ask him. still feigning ignorance. like salt to a wound. you know its another petty move from your part, but you can't help yourself.

"Don't call me that. You know damn well why I'm here," Sukuna drawls, sounding more sad than angry. they've really become strangers.

you grow silent, being hit with a pang of guilt. deep down, you knew you shouldve handled it more maturely than that. he deserved closure, and you needed it too. but isn't it too late for all that now?

the conversation flows tense, but unravels slowly. there's still a lot of questions being withheld though. he wants to ask you how youve been. were you able to sleep peacefully after you left him? why did you have to leave in the worst way possible?

a familiar headache creeps up.

simultaneously, the anger finds its way in his heart all over again. he knows he didn't do much good towards the end of their relationship either but ghosting him was plain disrespectful and childish.

you surprise him when you give a sudden heartfelt apology.

you tell him that you know apologising now after all these years is frankly almost meaningless but still, he didnt deserve to be left behind in that kind of way. you admit that you should've communicated with him properly that you were breaking up with him.

he's left kinda speechless, bc he was so ready to be all snarky to you after everything.. he's still mad, but he can't really say shit anymore without sounding like too much of an asshole.

truth be told, if you did stay around to tell him that you were breaking up with him beforehand, he probably wouldn't have let you go... where would you guys be now, if you never separated?

"i've always wanted to apologise. it's been weighing on me ever since i left."

...and yet, you didn't ever think to call or text him even once afterwards? he never changed his number in hopes for that, and he hates himself for it.

"i understand that you hate me now, but let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. and then we can part ways again."

that one pierces his heart, like a bullet. you haven't said anything technically wrong. he should hate you. or at least, he should feel indifferent by now. and yet... the way that you automatically assume so irks him badly.

"do you really believe that i hate you? aren't you the one that hates me?"

it's a stupid fucking question. what the fuck is he even saying? he wants to kick the elevator door.

"...i left because i thought you hated me, that you didn't need me anymore. and i tried to convince myself that i hated you too. but that couldn't be further from the truth. even now, i don't ha-"

before you can say any more, the elevator doors open, and a small group of employees are standing outside them, looking curiously in at you and sukuna. then, they realise who he is. they come flocking in, asking for autographs and pictures.

you quietly slip out of the crowd, and after giving one quick glance at sukuna, who visibly wants to pursue you again, you walk away to avoid gathering attention on yourself. wait-! dammit- he thinks.

he can't chase after you. he can't call out for you to stop. he can't push all of these people away. if he did, it will cause rumours and unfavourable articles to fly out. let's try to get through the collaboration without trouble. his own fame becomes another obstacle between you and him.

back then, you were his whole world, yet somewhere along the path, he started to fail in making you feel like it.

he watches you take the fire exit towards the emergency stairs, while he's surrounded by overbearing fans who beg for his attention. you're going to have to walk down in your heels, all because of him. as he catches the final glimpse of you, as he's reluctantly dealing with his fans, he begins to understand, a little bit. he didn't want to understand why you decided to leave him. but he does now. a little.

a couple of stairwells down, you eventually pause for a moment and sit down on the last step to take a breather. you wipe your sweaty palms against your skirt. the familiar tug at your heart, in which your insecurities come flowing back to you, seeing him surrounded. you need to build higher, stronger walls around you from now.

when sukuna is done on his end, and sends them off down the elevator, he goes off to check down the stairs you went, but you've already booked it. slipped right through his fingers. you were about to say something important. with unresolved feelings, sukuna also takes the stairs down, with a heavy heart. each step down brings him another old, nostalgic memory of you to him.

from then on, the more he interacts with you during work-related matters, the more apparent it becomes that he still harbors feelings for you. he tries to ignore it, push it back down, but it only returns twice as overwhelming.

your voice. the way you smile. the scent of your perfume. exactly the same as back then. yet, he also observes the changes that have occurred in you; how you act, speak and the kinds of words you use, as well as seeing you in such a professional setting rather than personal - everything is coming together to allure him more, and he's in a state where he's unable to resist this attraction, but also unable to act on it, because he's not sure how you'd react to it.

he knows it's not just him getting drunk on nostalgia.

the next time he catches you alone, he makes sure to tell you that he doesn't hate you like you believe he does. you'd never admit it, but that gave you butterflies in your stomach.

in fact, everything sukuna does, even just locking eyes with you for a few seconds, is enough to make your heart rate increase, intensifying when he looks at you almost like... almost like he wants you. you must be imagining things.

he finds himself doing uncharacteristic deeds, like sending coffee for all the staff members. his manager passes them out to everybody, including you. he doesn't know if you still like your coffee the same way as he remembers, but he makes sure that yours is a little different, a little more specific than everyone else's, in hopes that you'll notice these small gestures of his.

over the course of the project, he inches closer to you, ever so slowly. but you don't seem to budge. even worse, you seem to be avoiding him as much as you possibly can. you avert your gaze from his. stagger away when he gets close.

he brings it up on one occasion, when he's able to approach you at the back of the building, where there's no one around, and no watchful eyes of a nosy audience. it's definitely frustrating and unpleasant- when he wants to speak with you, he has to keep distance in case another scandal rises. he doesn't want to drag you into the spotlight, without knowing if you're okay with it first.

sukuna only really talks to you when there's nobody around. maybe he's being considerate of you, but it gives you the impression that he doesn't want to be seen hanging around with you. it makes you remember things you don't want to. it makes you remember that being with him now requires a courage that you're not sure that you have. at the very least, you know you definitely didn't have it back then.

you keep conversations short with him, and try to leave. but he keeps at it persistently. what is he trying to do? is he toying with you?

"you're acting like you want us to get back together. don't do things that'll make me misunderstand," you tell him. you were trying to provoke him. expecting him to deny it harshly and back away, because you knew he was prideful- he'd never be caught being hung up over an ex.

"...and? what if i told you that i do want that? would you stop avoiding me then?" he takes one step forward, and you take one back, proving his point.

why is he pushing aside his ego for you? where did all his arrogance go off to? this isn't how the sukuna in his twenties would've responded. his answer makes you waver, and you don't appreciate that. you try not to show it.

"no. i'd only begin to avoid you even more. so don't start."

"i'm not," you deny, but your voice betrays you. he clings onto that.

"why? ...afraid that you'd cave in to me?"

like the way he's already pretty much caved in for you?

"you don't sound very convincing."

"...would you want someone who'd choose their career over you?"

that stops him in his tracks. he has nothing to say to that. because he did make that mistake. where he prioritised his job over your feelings.

"i don't hate or blame you for that anymore, sukuna. but you have to understand... i don't want to go through that pain ever again. i don't want to hold you back. we both deserve more compatible partners."

your own words sting yourself, and you try to go again right after saying that, because it's getting too much for you. his hand flies out to grab yours out of instinct, to stop you from leaving. leaving him again.

it's really not like him to be the clingy ex, pathetically begging to be taken back, but he's willing to throw such pride away if it means you'll be appeased. if you'll let him back into your life again.

"don't say that. you never held me back-- you were my home and my everything, and i was the one that started to take you for granted," he says gently, his low voice laced with sorrow, so uncharacteristically. you've only ever heard this kind of tone from him once before, and it was when his grandfather, who was like a parent to him, had passed away. his thumb brushes over your hand.

"give me another chance. this time i'll let the whole world know about us. about how much you mean to me."

he gets in close ever so slowly, and you let him, for only a moment, before gently pushing him away, with a hand on his chest.

sukuna hitches in a breath, heart sinking to his stomach. he wants to embrace you so, so, so bad. he needs your warmth. always has been. always will. but he sees that you're unrelenting, which breaks him.

"no, stop... i'm sorry, i can't."

you're still scared. you keep thinking about how lonely you felt when you were with him, at least right before the break up. seeing him laughing through the tv screen. alone in the living room. and all the arguments.

your hand slips out of his, and he lets you go. he feels empty when you walk away. hollow. the similar feeling he felt when you first left him, but less anguish and more despair. when he gets home, he tries to drink those feelings away. something he rarely does. old regrets and heartaches return, and he drinks until he passes out.

while he drinks, you weep. crying into your pillow, wondering if you're doing the right thing. wondering if this is how it's supposed to be. terrified of being with him again, but also terrified of losing him, like a hypocrite.

from then on, sukuna keeps a respectful distance from you... no longer trying to make approaches in secret, no longer pursuing you every chance he gets. but he still sends out coffee. even provides snacks to the crew. little do they know, they're the kinds of snacks that he knows you loved. hopefully, you still do. he'll keep his distance because it's what you want, but he wishes to keep doing these little things for you. subtly.

and you notice it, too. you have vivid memories of telling him about your favourites and preferences back then, and you recognise what he's trying to do. you drink the coffee. and you always grab a handful of the snacks. you do appreciate it. it makes you happy that he remembers. on a few occasions, you turn to look at him, only to witness him looking away at the last second.

it's not too long before the project is successfully finalised, and all their efforts have been rewarded. a celebration is due, and your boss throws a party at a fancy hotel for everyone to enjoy themselves at. sukuna had stopped going to so many gatherings and parties quite a while ago, but he attends knowing that you'll be there as well. he'll see you for the final time before he'll lose any excuses to be around you ever again. it'll be the final night.

you exchange a few words with him at the venue, but the two of you leave each other to mingle with other groups reluctantly, to avoid suspicion. both of you are quite tense all throughout the night, sipping on some wine to ease it, but it still doesn't relax the tension you feel, no matter how far away sukuna stands from you.

a few hours in, and you decide to excuse yourself early to head up into your designated hotel room. your boss covered the expenses for a night, and it would've been a waste to decline it, so you decided to stay. sukuna isn't around anywhere at the venue anymore, so you assume he's already left. you thought about saying farewell, but it didn't seem appropriate after you flat out rejected him. you still have doubts about the decision. because you miss him. but what's done is done, and you can't take back what you've already said.

however, getting to the hotel elevator, you notice he's standing there, with miraculous timing. you awkwardly "hey" him, and he says it back, hands in his pockets.

the two of you step inside when it arrives, and the thick tension remains.

"i'm surprised. i thought you'd be staying around longer for the party," you tell him.

he can't tell you that he found it unbearable, to see you hanging around other people, but being unable to get closer to you himself.

"i just got a bit tired," he lies. "did you have a lot to drink?"

"not at all. i had a few glasses, but i'm still sober."

"same here."

as the lift gets closer to your level, you get antsy, thinking about what to say before you leave, but your thoughts get interrupted when he asks you something abruptly.

"...can i walk you to your room? for the last time."

you swallow thickly on nothing, and feel how your chest aches at the words. last time.

"alright. sure," you say.

he wasn't expecting you to say yes, but he's glad you're letting him stay beside you a little longer. you're staring at the elevator doors, but he's looking at your face from the side. if only the lift would malfunction and stop, right here.

but it doesn't, and soon, he's really walking beside you as you get to your hotel room door, in silence. you unlock it using your key, and then that's it.

"thanks for walking me here," you say rather sheepishly. the thought of him wanting to spend even a few more seconds with you... your hold on the door knob is tight as you stand, face turned around to look at him. it's taking everything in you to stand your ground. last minute guilt and regrets are bombarding your thoughts, and...

"i'll say this now because i probably won't get another chance again," sukuna starts, looking directly into your eyes. his eyes are mellow, and he looks wistful.

"i'm sorry. i realised i never apologised, even though that's the first thing you did for me," he starts. he knows there's a mountain of reasons he is apologising for, but he decides he'll keep this short for your sake.

".. i can't lie to you and say that i wish for your happiness with someone else. 'm not that nice." you know it the best. and you understand, because you don't think you'd be able to withstand seeing him happy with someone else, either.

"find your happiness elsewhere, thanks," he grunts humorously. for god's sake. he's never been good at things like this. being heartfelt. at least it made you chuckle a bit. his expression of indignation melts away into a melancholic one again.

"i still love you." (always have, always will.)

you fight back sudden tears, and your throat begins to ache. sukuna unclenches his fist, and tries to relax himself more.

"and...i'll miss you," he breathes the phrase out. says it so quietly, like it hurts for him to say. (i don't want to let you go.)

something snaps within you and everything starts to scream at you to take everything back, and stop him from going away. don't go- don't go- don't go-

"...goodnight."

he notices your wet eyes, and he has to fight back against the urge to reach out and wipe it away. to rescind his farewell, and pull you into his arms again - forcefully, if he has to. he needs to leave, before he loses control.

you're panicking, and your vision is swimming, and you don't think you'll ever be happy again if you let him go like this-- you're gonna be heartbroken in the worst way imaginable. you want him back, and you know you're being unreasonable after turning him down like that, but you don't care anymore. you want to go against your fears. you want to try being with him again.

before you can stop yourself, your hand catches onto the hem of sukuna's sleeve, seconds before he takes another step away from you.

his eyes widen, and he looks at your grip on his sleeve, like he's checking to see if it's real, and he's not making this shit up in his mind. his heart beats impossibly fast. his hopes skyrocket. the world decided to have mercy on him.

"...you're being unfair, grabbing onto me like this. after i went through hell just now, trying to say goodbye." he's being awfully patient right now.

you don't respond, only silently weeping.

he waits to see if you'll let go, whether this was just an act out of a temporary fickle in your heart, but your grip remains tight, and you're now just looking up at him with tears rolling down, eyes glossy and desperate, pulling at his heart strings. you only let go when he comes back to you, not hesitant to brush his thumbs across your face now, wiping the wetness away.

"what do you want me to do? tell me, and i'll do it. leave? stay?" sukuna coos at you, like he's always done before, waiting patiently until you've calmed down enough to respond properly.

"i shouldn't... i shouldn't let you in. not after how much i'd pushed you away," you whisper. today was supposed to mark the end of it all.

he doesn't even give a fuck about that anymore. what matters is now.

"...but do you want to let me in?"

"...yes," you hic.

he takes a couple of steps forward, making you step back with him, his hand on your waist to make sure you don't trip on the way. he goes past the doorway and into your hotel room slowly. one- two- three- steps. he closes the door behind him quietly.

"and..? what next?" he asks in a low voice, standing close to you, one hand still remaining on your waist, and the other on your upperarm.

"i... i don't know. i just need you," you mumble, looking up at him, eyes red from crying and half-closed. your hands inch up along his back, grabbing handfuls of his suit jacket. sukuna hitches in a breath and something dark flashes across his eyes. they reflect his desire, his almost carnal desperation for you-

"forgive me. i don't think i can hold myself back, anymore."

he captures your lips in his, and groans shamelessly into you. you grip onto him tighter, heart beating so rambunctiously that you fear he can hear it too. it feels too good. the moment he reached you, it felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking in to complete a full picture.

you part your mouth, and he wastes no time in slipping his tongue inside, kissing you in the way he knows you love, in the way it makes your lips tingle, and, oh god, even after all these years, he still knows how to get you going like no other.

sukuna tastes the traces of wine on your tongue, and even better, he tastes you, the one he'd been missing and craving all this time, the warmth of your skin and touch, your scent, just everything about you, you, you.

he backs you towards the bed, without breaking this breathless, hungry kiss, where he softly lays you down, with him being above you, chest to chest, arms supporting his weight. he momentarily pulls away from you simply just to breathe, and the two of you gaze at each other for a hot second, full of love and lust, breaths overlapping one another. he attempts to ask you "do you still wanna continue?" just in case, but before he gets to say a word, you grab him by his tie and pull his lips to yours again, beginning to loosen it and take it off.

he understands that you want it, now. you successfully manage to untie it, somehow, with just willpower alone, and you start aiming for his buttons next, undoing them one by one. your actions send sparks down to all of his limbs, and he feels so fulfilled by your desire of him, being as intense as how he obsesses over you.

soon after you're done with it, he takes them off and chucks his own clothes away, rendering him half-naked. your hole clenches around nothing at the sight once he pulls away again, his firm muscles and the same old tattoos that you vividly remembered the patterns of. you greedily run your palms across his pecs, eyes turning to hearts. he smirks at you.

it's his turn now, and he doesn't hesitate to start undressing you as well. sukuna gets dizzy at the thought of being able to feast his eyes on your body. he dives in to keep kissing you, and then begins to unbutton you with such speed, it almost startles you.

it's off. your breasts are out in the open now, and sukuna has his fill with massaging them with his large hand, having missed them so much. his palm feels so hot, and your nipples pebble up at his touch, making you gasp into his mouth.

his kiss moves over to the side of your face, it glides down your neck, shoulders, and eventually reaches the swell of your chest. your fingers brush through the pink of his hair as he does so, and you purse your lips together, basking in the feeling of his warm kisses littering your skin. he leaves you hickeys-- the same shape and size and same locations as he used to even during your days in highschool, and you chuckle to yourself at the thought.

it's not long before he's loosening your skirt and slipping your undergarments down, getting rid of your slick-stained panties, much to his satisfaction. sukuna rubs a thumb over your aroused clit, and you whimper, having missed the touch of a man- his touch specifically.

"fuck... you're so wet.... all for me?" he asks, proceeding to slip two fingers into your weeping hole. you arch your back at the feeling, how his thick digits scissor inside of you and press up against a particularly lovely spot. he watches your every response as he does so, watching how you moan because of his touch, and how you're grabbing at his wrist because it's getting too intense. his cock prods uncomfortably against his pants. you're producing so much slick, and his fingers are getting absolutely drenched.

when he takes them out, you whine a little in disappointment.

"i know, i know. i'll give you something better," he whispers, kissing your cheek.

he unbuckles himself, and lowers his boxers to reveal his aching dick, tip wet with precum, veins bulging out the sides. looks the same as you remember. he pumps it a couple of times with his hand that's still covered with your slick, and he twitches. this isn't a dream, is it?

"oh god, please, i need it-" you plead, your hole feeling eager and empty.

"it's all yours," he mumbles. your begging makes him lightheaded as he lines himself up at your weeping cunt.

"i'm all yours."

when he sinks in deep to the hilt, you cry out at the fullness, as his tip pushes the spot inside you that had been feeling so lonely for years. your hands finds themselves against his back, feeling for his tight muscles.

"shit- 'm gonna lose my mind," sukuna groans as he gives a few shallow thrusts into you, cock so hard and throbbing wildly as your plush walls clamp on him and coats him with your arousal. he grabs one of your hands from his back and interlocks his fingers with yours against the mattress, before leaning down to bring his lips against the side of your neck.

"oh, thank god... thank god, you changed your mind. i love you. i would've been so fucking miserable without you, doll. for the rest of my life," he croons, breath fanning so close to your ear. you shudder at the tone of his voice, tearing up again, mixed with pleasure and relief, and you grab his hand tighter.

you turn your head a little more to the side, making it easier for sukuna to bite and suck on the sensitive skin of your neck, as his thrusts increase in speed, nudging your g-spot with every movement.

soon enough, he's bringing his attention back to your tongue, which he caresses with his own, nibbling on your lower lip, maintaining this same perfect pace in his thrusts that brings you closer to your orgasm.

"sukuna- i'm- i'm gonna-" you say breathlessly.

but he merely kisses you again, swallowing up any words you could say or moans you could let out, not minding the gasps and whimpers that you make.

sweat beads on his perfect body, and he makes out with you through your high, groaning back when he feels your walls flutter around him. he's close. even once you've finished cumming, he begins to pound into you quicker, wanting to get to his own orgasm. you claw at his back, crying out in pleasure, as sukuna's tongue lathers your jawline.

he wants to breed you so fucking bad. but no, that'll have to wait. he can't do something to jeopardize your trust in him. he'd rather die than endure another second of being distanced from you again.

right before he's pushed off the edge, sukuna pulls out and desperately jerks himself off above your stomach, panting as his cock throbs in his hand with every spurt that coats you, feeling so hot against your tummy.

you feel a twinge of disappointment, because you also wanted to feel that in your womb...

his dick twitches weakly after being spent, and he breathes heavily, liking the sight of you being covered in his seed for another time. (and many more from now.)

" 'kuna... it's a safe day for me today," you suggest to him without thinking. "i want it inside me..."

the phrase is enough to get heat pooling in his abdomen, and he feels himself get hard all over again.

"you sure, doll? if it's what you want, i'll..." he begins to say, almost flustered by your suggestion. you know you shouldn't say this next line, but it's so easy to get carried away with this man... get caught up in the heat of the moment.

"i want your babies so bad."

you've hit his switch. sukuna growls and puts you into a mating press instantaneously, making you squeak.

"no takebacks," he mutters dangerously, beginning the second round.

the night is long, but heavenly, as soon after he dumps everything he has into your womb, then proceeds to eat you out, making you cry for the third time before sunrise.

when you're awake, it's already heading past midday, and you're relieved to see that yesterday's happenings were not a dream, seeing as the large man is sleeping with an iron hold around your body, as if subconsciously afraid you'd leave him before he woke up again.

he awakens from his slumber to your light, feathery touches on his face, which puts him in a good mood from the moment he opens an eye. it was the scenario he's always dreamed of. waking up next to you, smiling.

there's much to talk about. about what's to come next, future plans, worries, and things they need to do to make amends for all the lost years between each other. but you decide to take things slow.

back to bullet points again bc im lazy to write it properly now

you spend the weekend w him at the hotel and stuff, just playing eating and sleeping, catching up yk

he tells you on his own accord that he wants to let everyone know that he's with you now, but he's worried that it'll bring backlash to you but you tell him you're going to be brave and take it, bc you WANT everyone to know

anyway prepare for turbulence

but everything'll be alright bc hes with you

im thinking about how mopey he'll be when you have to separate from him bc you each have your own homes rn, hes always asking you to come over or if he can come over to your place

and he'll be begging you to move in soon, like old times (he lives in a rich man house now tho)

and also thinking about how its a fresh start, but they also go through old memories and now reminiscing isnt painful anymore bc yall are back together

sukuna also says he's stopped doing romance genres in acting bc he had felt annoyed acting in lovey dovey scenes when his own love life used to be in shambles all the time

and bc hes at a point in his career where he has more choice in choosing between scripts that are offered to him, he's going to continue to decline the ones that have love interests, it doesnt affect him that much anyway

he's just being more considerate of your feelings now... and you promised him that you'll never just disappear like that again when you're upset haha...

sometimes when you still have a few disagreements with him, he keeps subtly checking up on you (hes traumatised, leave him be)

lots of facetiming when he has to go overseas for filming purposes <3

okay, thats all, bye <3

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#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #poe answers

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kookslastbutton · 9 months

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When I Say Forever ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

Original request: can you please write something about oc's and Jungkook's wedding? Your readers just need to witness it. We would highly appreciate it. Thank you!

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/AU: fluff, smut, wedding au

word count: 4,696

warnings: a cute wedding where jungkook gets emotional and is very eager to be married, they get a little scolded during the ceremony ahaha, jk is romantic and prepares something very special for his lovely bride, mentions of absence of parents on oc's side (nothing gets too deep but I chose to go this route due to the very real factor that parents aren't always around), and finally sexual content bc come on it their wedding night 🥺

sexual warnings: soft dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, explicit s*x, jk asks for consent bc yeah i don't even need to justify it, f*ngering, oral (both m. and f., multiple orgasms, dry humping, t*tty suck, heavy making out, overstimulation, possessive!kook, m*ssionary, c*wgirl, oc claws at his back which jk seems to have a kink for, a little bit of steamy rivalry at the end (just a hint), our kook is attentive even though it gets kinda rough

now playing: My You by jjk

a/n: my you has been one of my on repeat songs and im not sorry. Also, thank you for the request, i hope this is alright! Anyway pls enjoy! ❤

Dozens of cherry blossom trees are sky-high in the air, covering you as you walk down the aisle in the grass. Some of the blush pink and white blossoms shake from branches every few steps to shower over you in a cascading effect. The temperature is also perfect, a steady 68 degrees.

This is why you and Jungkook chose to marry in the spring–it was beautiful.

You look to your left, then to your right. Rows of seats filled with family, friends, and co-workers stare at you in awe. The only two people missing, however, are your parents.

With the passing of your father years ago and your mother's absence in your life since then, your half of the guest list isn’t extensive by any means. It's for those reasons that you both agreed a small wedding would be ideal.

Still, even with the minimized guest list, you find it difficult to hold eye contact with any of them. It's not because you're nervous exactly–you simply don’t believe your reality is real.

Was this another one of your silly dreams?

Are you going to wake up just as you reach the front?

You keep your eyes straight ahead and towards the man who's waiting for you with tightly clasped hands. He makes all your worries melt away in that instant.

No, you remind yourself. This isn't a dream.

The veil you’re wearing drags on the ground behind you and flows over the small train of your delicate, white gown. You chose a form-fitting sheath dress that’s made from the softest satin fabric. Its clean, sharp lines allow the semi-deep-v neckline to appear more elegant than revealing.

The closer you get the more Jungkook’s cheeks wet with his tears. He knew he was going to cry today. But he was hoping it’d happen towards the end so he could see you walking down the aisle to him without his vision blurring.

“Hi,” he whispers to you once you’re fully in front of him. He wipes his face with his thumbs as subtly as he can.

You bow to each other in greeting and, with the request to join hands from your officiant, you hand your bouquet of fresh-cut flowers to your maid of honor and place your hands in his gentler ones.

“Hi,” you reply, equally quiet and with a small smile.

Jungkook’s dark, raven hair parts in the middle with a few strands tastefully out of place. He’s wearing a black, pin-stripped suit with a matching vest and plain black tie. The white dress shirt underneath is buttoned all the way up to the top too and he’s kept all his piercings in, including his lip ring. He’s unbelievably handsome–and he’s yours.

When your officiant begins making the welcome speech, the guests settle down in their seats all at once. Yet you and Jungkook keep whispering to each other as softly as you can.

“You look amazing.” His thumbs rub soothing circles over the top of your knuckles.

“So do you.” Your gaze holds his reddened ones. The fact that he’s still on the verge of tears causes you to form watery eyes as well. But you blink them back. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I know. I feel the same way.” He pauses and grins at you. “Did you see who came with whom?” He gives a side-eye, gesturing at Jimin, one of his best men.

“I saw.” You and Jungkook start giggling at once because the person who Jimin brought as his plus one is perhaps the most annoying person in the world to him–your co-worker who’s had an insane crush on him for the last year. They insisted that Jimin be a “gentleman” and show them a good time while at your wedding.

“Do you think they’ll…you know,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively to finish the sentence.

Jungkook shakes his head lightly. “I don’t know, maybe. I can’t really bother to think about who’ll sleep with who when you’re gonna be the one under me tonight.”

Though he says it with the most sincere tone, more endearing than flirty, you swallow hard. It’s not your first time with Jungkook but you’re unsure what to expect tonight. You’ll be his wife after this.

“Why do you get to top?” you mouth.

Jungkook gives a half-smirk.“Why do you pretend to hate it?”

You open your mouth to form a response but the harsh clearing of a throat behind Jungkook orders you to stop.

“Everyone-ahem-can hear you,” Taehyung coughs. “Stop it for god sake.”

“Yes, if the bride and groom could please save the after-wedding affairs for later, we can move forward with the ceremony. Thankfully I don't see many children in the crowd today,” the officiant adds as humorously as she can and the crowd chuckles.

Oh god. You bite down on your tongue to keep from embarrassing the two of you further.

Once your officiant is able to finish her welcome speech she turns her attention to you. "__ do you want to marry Jungkook, to be your husband, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?

"I do. Yes."

She looks at Jungkook afterward. "Jungkook do you want to marry __, to be your wife, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?

He stares at you, wordless for a moment as every memory between the two of you hits him like a tidal wave. His hand starts shaking in yours, and tears start spilling from his eyes again.

"You okay?" You whisper and this time it's your turn to rub soothing circles on his hands, calming him down.

"Yeah," he sniffs. "I just never imagined myself to be standing here today. I love you so much."

Your officiant decides it's best to wait for the right time to speak but Jungkook smiles at her softly. "That means yes by the way," he jokes and the guests laugh in unison.

She turns to the ring bearer, aka Namjoon's eight-year-old son who stands on Jungkook's left by his father. "May we have the rings please?"

The boy walks over to her, hands over the small gold bands, then returns to his previous position.

"The couple will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and devotion. I understand they have prepared their own vows thus binding promises to love, honor, and cherish one another. __, please place this ring on Jungkook’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

You take the ring and begin slipping it on Jungkook's finger. "They say when you marry someone you become one. You consider each other in every decision, make compromises for the other, and be the strength when the other cannot. We've been together for three years now Jungkook, doing those exact things and I couldn't fathom stopping now. I love you and I promise I'll always be here next to you, however and whenever you need."

"Jungkook," your officiant hands him your ring. "Please place this ring on __’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

"When I saw you years ago, waiting at the crosswalk, I thought you were the most beautiful and intriguing person I'd ever seen in my life." He puts the ring on your fourth finger. "And then you dropped your wallet and it gave me the best opportunity to approach you. Little did I know, the sight of a man running after would make you run too. But you took my number in the end and three years later, the love of my life is standing before me. Everything I am and have belongs to you __, always and forever."

Your officiant smiles at you both as Jungkook struggles to keep his distance from you a few seconds longer. He's been waiting for this very moment since the day you agreed to be his boyfriend. He just can't take it any longer!

"In the presence of...oh for the love of might," your officiant stops mid-sentence when she sees Jungkook shuffling his feet closer and closer towards you. "Never in my twenty years of performing marriages have I seen a groom this eager to get married. Go ahead and kiss your wife hun! Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook everyone!"

Massive grin on his face, Jungkook grabs your waist and dips you low into a romantic kiss. The crowd goes wild at the dramatic gesture, whistling and clapping behind you.

After about a million more tears, speeches, first dances, a surprise song preformed by the wedding party, and Jungkook practically ripping off the lace garter around your thigh with his teeth, the wedding festivities come to an end. But not before you both find yourself being guided to a secret place led by Taehyung.

The wedding party insisted you be blindfolded beforehand. So here you are, almost pitch black out and clinging to Jungkook's arm.

"I don't understand why I need to be blindfolded and you don't," you say.

"I'm not sure," he replies. "Maybe they got you a gift or something."

"We're here! Stop!" You hear Taehyung shout from a few feet ahead and Jungkook freezes in place. You're body jolts forward a little with the sudden pause.

"__." Jungkook calls your name softly. "Open your eyes."

You flutter your lids open and at first, the sight before you is hazy as you adjust to the night sky. But then, your jaw drops to the ground.

In front of you is a charming river surrounded by perfectly arched cherry blossoms with lanterns hanging from the branches. All the lanterns illuminate the entire length of the stream, including around the bends and curves. At the edge of the stream is a small dock where a wooden row boat floats with a set of oars inside.

"Oh my god." Your eyes trail as far down the river as you can. You've only ever seen this in movies, so you're incredibly overwhelmed by the sight. "Jungkook, are we-are we going in there?"

He watches as you openly gape at the scene in front of you. "What do you think? Do you like it?"

You whip your head in his direction. "Are you kidding? It's amazing! Did you know about this?"

His big grin tells you everything you need to know.

"He planned everything himself," Namjoon speaks up. "Come on, your boat's waiting. It'll take you all the way to one of the best hotels in Seoul. I know you're going on your honeymoon tomorrow but we thought a night up in a five-star hotel might be nice. Unless you want to go back to Jungkook's house of course but...we kinda already grabbed your suitcases for the trip and had them put in your room."

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious __."

You snake your arms out Jungkook's arm and swing them around him. "I can't thank you enough for doing this, Joon."

He places a gentle hand on your upper back. "Of course, but like I said. Jungkook planned everything so you should thank him more than me." He laughs and breaks away from you when he sees the younger man eyeing the two of you excruciatingly close. "I think your husband would like you back now."

Jungkook comes up behind you and sneakily slips your hand in his tatted one. "Are you ready?" He gestures towards the boat.

You nod and he pulls you towards the dock, helping you into the boat first when you approach it. He sits across from you after and grabs the oars of the boats, lowering them into the water one at a time.

"Wait!" Taehyung lunges over the edge of the boat with something small and black in his palm. "Don't forget this." He clips a tiny microphone to his shirt and you scrunch your eyebrows.

"What's this about?" You ask.

Taehyung only half-smirks at you and backs away from the boat. "We'll see you when you come back from the honeymoon okay? Have fun! But please, for the sanity of us all, don't text us any details. In the words of the wise, keep the private things private!"

Jungkook laughs and starts rowing the boat forward and down the stream. You, on the other hand, wave goodbye to everyone as you drift further and further away from the dock.

"So, husband," you sit with your elbows on your knees. "What's the mic for?"

Jungkook doesn't reply but shushes you instead. He tests the mic a couple of times before soft music comes from either side of you. Apparently, there are stereos lined down the banks of the river.

When he starts singing, you cover your mouth in overwhelming joy.

"Summer has already spread in the air

Breeze is already blowing.

The last cold snap is going out

The days were getting longer and longer

But my days were still going on and on and on

I got wet in the sunshower, I looked up at the night sky..."

At this moment the lanterns start twinkling, reflecting like raindrops in the water. You look all around you, taking in the change of atmosphere. Jungkook's cool eyes focus on you intently as he continues serenading you.

"It was quite a lonely night

In the blink of an eye, the dark faded out

Blooming under the sunlight

Memories with me and you..."

The boat rows left and you peer over your shoulder. Taehyung and the rest of the wedding party are barely visible by now. When you look ahead again, you see that you're about to go under a stone bridge. On the other side are more cherry blossom trees and a glimpse of downtown Seoul.

"All these lights are colored in by you

All these times are precious due to you

Four seasons have passed with you

Four scents were left 'cause of you

All the reasons why I can laugh out

All the reasons why I sing this song

Thankful to be by your side now

I'll try to shine brighter than now..."

Jungkook rows the two of you closer to the city as he finishes his song, passing a number of other couples taking night strolls together. The wind blows a little but it doesn't make you shiver at all—his voice warms your soul.

And when you lean in to kiss him once the boat reaches the dock near the hotel, fingers grazing his cheeks, your body yearns to be near his.

It takes little to no time for the two of you to find your hotel room. Jungkook swipes your keycard in the door and in you both go, your hand shamelessly yanks at his tie.

He presses you up the back of the door once it's locked shut and kisses you with a fiery passion. It's different from all the other times; neither rough nor soft, as he sucks on your bottom lip, eagerly begging to deepen the kiss.

"Kook," you let out a muffled moan when his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a wrestle at first, your tongues toying with each other. And once you get the hint that he's not about to back down you start threading your fingers through his hair.

"I love it when you do that," he groans and pushes himself against your body, grinding his growing bulge against your center.

You whine against his lips and grind your hips back into his. "I know you do," you tease and a strong pair of hands wander your waist before traveling behind to grip your ass.

You yelp when he squeezes your cheeks and starts rutting himself into you faster. He moves his pillowy lips to the side of your neck too, peppering you with kisses from the the sensitive area right below your earlobe and all the way down to your collarbone.

"Fuck," he grunts, nothing short of frustrated, when your dress stops him from kissing down any further. The hands gripping your ass move up to find the zipper of your gown. "Please, baby, can I remove it?"

"Yes, go ahead," you nod and retract your hands from his hair to let the gown fall off your shoulders. Jungkook watches lustfully as your bare breasts are revealed to him little by little. He's seen them a million times but each time is always like his first, his eyes never fail to dilate.

"Perfect," you hear him whisper under his breath. And when the gown pools to the ground around your feet with a heavy thump, he can't hold himself back any longer.

He needs you.

One by one he starts tearing off his suit jacket, then his vest and leather belt until he's left standing in nothing else left except his black underwear. His muscles bulge without even having to flex and his pecs are more than solid.

If he weren't the love of your life, you'd say he was damn intimidating. Yet the pleasure you get from simply viewing his perfectly toned body is ridiculous and what pushes you further is the gold band wrapped around his fourth finger.

Jungkook must be feeling the same as his hands are back on your hips in the seconds following, pushing you to the wall adjacent to the door and attacking the area near your collarbone again with his plushy lips. You whine when his large pecs rub against your pebbled nipples.

"God what have you been lifting these day Jeon? Half of Seoul?" You rest your hands on his biceps which tense at the touch.

"Uh uh," he tsks in response. "Can't call me that anymore. We share the same name now." He kisses your shoulder then moves his mouth over to a nipple. He licks one first, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until you moan for him to keep going.

"You have such soft boobies," he comments before finally sucking on one. Your head falls back from the pleasure it sends up your spine.

"Do you have to say it like that?"

He switches to the other breast, licking and sucking it firmly like the he'd done previously. "What's wrong with boobies? I like the word."

You chuckle and decide to let him have his fun. Pick you battles __, you hum to yourself.

Jungkook tugs at the string of your underwear after placing one last kiss atop each boob. He slowly pulls the thin material down your legs at your consent and you step out from them.

"Lean against the wall and throw your leg over my shoulder," he tells you on bended knees.

You do as he says, swinging a leg over his shoulder. The movement has his head face to face with your cunt which is not in the least bit dry from all the teasing and grinding earlier.

Jungkook sticks a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit and then rubs it back and forth between your folds. The lubrication mixes with your own arousal.

"Jungkook," you whine when he doesn't sink his finger in right away, despite the fact that you're well prepared for it.

He blinks at you through his lashes with a devious smirk. "What?" He asks. "You don't like this?"

"I do but I need more. Please," you beg. "Fingers. In me. Please."

He groans at the way your voice seems to crack the more you beg. Well, he's made you wait long enough. Jungkook pushes his finger into your velvet walls all at once, dragging it back and forth in search of your sweet spot.

He knows he's found it when you instantly buck your hips and the leg that's over his shoulder reflexively clamps down on him.

"Right here?" He curls his finger inside you and it has your pussy already throbbing for him. You don't even have to ask for a second finger before he does the honors himself, sliding another into you then proceeding to make a scissoring motion with both digits. "Or here?" He asks again.

"Anywhere," you barely make out through your gasps. "Just don't stop what you're doing."

"What if I wanna lick your pussy?" He pumps his fingers faster all while maintaining focus on your face. "Make you come all over my tongue."

"God Kook, do whatever you want," you reply and it's all the push he needs to remove his fingers from out of you to replace it with his mouth. "Fuck!" You cry as he desperately licks long stripes up your slippery folds, tongue dipping inside for additional pleasure.

He repeats the motion several times until he decides its not enough and sucks on your clit.

"Oh, that feels so good, fuck, fuck Jungkook," you moan with eyes closed and a shaky breath.

Your legs start trembling as your first orgasm of the night builds inside. It gets closer and closer as Jungkook works faster and faster before finally, the cord inside you breaks free.

Jungkook happily swallows as much of your cum as he can. He uses his wrist to wipes his mouth after, cleaning up any leftover.

"First time eating my wife out," he starts, guiding your leg over his shoulder back on the ground. "What a fucking turn on."

Jungkook stands up and pulls you into an embrace with both hands, your bare bodies press tight against each other. Then, without any warning, he swoops up your legs with one hand supporting your lower back and lifts your into his arms.

"Kook!" You call his name in suddeness of the action.

"Yes? What is it wife?" He carries you to the large, king size bed that's covered in rose petals and lays you on top. His handsome face leans over you with careful, attentive eyes while a hand reaches for one of the soft pillows nearby to slip under your head.

It's now that the weight of the moment hits you, as if you've just doven off a steep cliff and head first into the rushing rapids of the ocean.

"I love you," you say.

Jungkook sticks his thumbs in the band of his underwear and pushes it down until he can easily remove them. He's fully hard when he crawls over top of you after, and places his hands on either side of your head.

"I love you too." He lowers his head to capture your lips into a deep kiss. "Now," he continues, sitting up on his knees and shimmying his thighs up your frame. "I think I might need some help here."

He grips his pulsating length, tan tip leaking with pre-cum. You widen your mouth gladly and he shoves his length to the back of your throat.

"Mm!" You gag but to say you hate it would be a lie.

Jungkook doesn't move at first, letting you get used to the weight of his cock on your tongue first. He bites his lip as you hallow your cheeks the best you can.

"I don't want to come, I just want it wet okay?" He tells you and you nod in understanding. "Fuck, so good," he lets out a throaty growl after the first thrust.

You suck him as hard as you can as he fucks your mouth at a steady pace, making sure his cock will be nice and well-lubricated with your spit this time.

"Can't believe we're married," he thrusts faster, teeth clenching together. "My wife, mine forever. No one else can have you. I won't let them."

You blink your glassy eyes at him, thighs struggling to rub together due to the arousal pooling between your legs for the tenth time tonight.

You love him so fucking much.

Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth while you're in thought, a string of spit following. He backs himself down your body until he can properly hover over you in a straddling position.

"Legs up," he commands and you wrap them around his waist in a criss-cross position. His wetted length finds your entrance with little guidance and pushes forward, stretching your walls so deliciously well.

"Oh my god," you shudder as his cock sinks all the way in thanks to both of you being incredibly worked up and lubricated. Your hands fly under his arms after two thrusts, to grip his back. "Fuck, you're so deep Kook."

"I know, holy shit," he grunts and beats himself into you. He likes the feeling of your body bouncing up and down underneath him so leans down on his elbows to fuck you faster and harder. "I think this might be the deepest I've been in you baby, so wet for me—fuck!"

He moans loudly when your nails claw his back. "Shit I'm sorry!" You relax your fingers immediately when he winces at the slight pain.

"No," he nips at your jaw. "I like it, keep doing it. Mark me up." He snaps his hips into yours and you claw at his back again, harsher than the last time; not enough to hurt him but enough to make him moan in your ear over and over again.

"Jungkook! Too much," you pant as he burries his head in your neck, trailing hot open mouth kisses to the area. "It's too much, I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, that's the goal baby!"

"Yeah but, don't wanna come so soo—"

He shuts you up with his tongue shoving between you lips, kissing you with a purpose. You's body squirms at the pleasure and you find yourself clenching around his thick length that yes, twitches in response.

"Three years together and you still think I'll give you one round and call it quits. Since when baby?" He groans as he feels himself achingly close to his high (you too). "Tell me, since fucking when?" He emphasizes once more.

You're too lost in how close you are to your second orgasm to give him an answer.

"That's right, never."

One hard thrust later and you come on his length. It takes little time before he releases in you as well, yet he continues his pace.

"That's one down," Jungkook says, riding out both your orgasms which slowly works you up to another. "Not including any eating out. And if my memory serves our record is five. Don't you think we should surpass that now that we're legally bonded to each other Mrs. Jeon? In sickness and in health was it?"

"I'm still trying to recover from the first two orgasms I had tonight, including the fingering and you relentless dry humping."

"Baby," he coos. "My sweet baby, come here." With both arms Jungkook lifts your body with his until you're both in an upright, seated position. Your legs that were once wrapped around his waist rest on the mattress as he thrust up into your cunt. "Don't you know I just want to make you feel good? Why recover when you can be wrecked so heavenly over and over again?"

You moan and squeeze your hands on his shoulder. Jungkook studies your face, maintaining slow, calculated thrusts into you.

"Come for me again," he says.

And you do, sticky white liquid dripping down to the base of his cock and onto the sheets under you.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He smirks. "Let's see you get on all fours now. I'd love to see how well my wife takes it from behind."

You catch him off guard by pushing on his chest and guiding him flat on his back. "Mm no," you refuse him. "I think I'd like to get a taste of my husband as a bottom instead."

Jungkook's cock hardens inside you and his fingers settle around your hips as he smirks up at you. "Go ahead then," he tests. "Try getting yourself off."

"You think I can't do it?" You narrow your eyes and grind forward on his cock, earning you a deep growl from your new husband.

"We'll see how long you'll last before I have to flip you on your back and take over," he spats. "But good luck beautiful."

With a huff and determination in your eyes, you start a strong pace. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes as you bounce on him– enjoying the show a little too much.

a/n: Thanks for reading! Lmk what you think 🥰

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noxtivagus · 2 years

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i literally turned off all the lights in my room and now i feel better

#thinking abt it n i think i do struggle w sensory overload from time to time #i rmber that one time i cried as a kid in a playground in a corner bcs it was too loud for me #in general i also get overwhelmed easily w all my thoughts #solution: just live in darkness!!! /hj #or maybe actually #astria automatically revitalizes my energy #whenever she's in a good mood it's just contagious for me #my star >.>#i wna be like a star but #i guess i'm like the moon T_T #borrowed light... ahaha...#even then i wish i cld be like the moon #despite all her imperfections she's still so beautiful #i'm not. as beautiful as she is. nah never #uwahhh i'm sentimental again rmbering that spoken word i wrote in gr 9 :<#i often feel like wanting to disappear or at least be invisble bcs i get overwhelmed easily... yeah #the darkness is so comforting

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strawchocoberry · 11 months

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IN MY DREAMS, I DO ANYTHING I WANT TO YOU

special thanks to @fanouropita for contributing to this work

୨୧ featuring: kaeya + thoma, zhongli + xiao, ayato + diluc, tartaglia + baizhu x fem reader

ଘ tw: blood (tartaglia and baizhu’s part)

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, nipple play, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, praise kink, degradation kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, creampie, rough sex, choking, breeding kink, public sex, voyeurism

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

ଘ wc: 6.1k

ʚ KAEYA & THOMA ɞ

“You should have told me you were coming to Mondstadt!” you complained, taking the food out of the oven. “I didn’t have time to prepare anything!”

“Haha, don’t worry!” Thoma laughed, while decorating his plate. “I wanted to surprise you! See, I even made your favourite Inazuman recipe.”

“Now you’re making me look like a poor host.”

Thoma laughed, as you went to answer the door.

“Hope I’m not too late for the reunion.”

“I could never say ‘no’ to my boss,” you chuckled, taking a step aside. “Come in, Kaeya.”

Kaeya and Thoma exchanged greetings and the three of you sat around the table. You had so much to talk about. The three of you were childhood friends and shared a dream of entering the ranks of the Knights of Favonius. Due to circumstances, only you and Kaeya made it, while Thoma was now working for the Kamisato Clan in Inazuma. Ever since the Sakoku Decree had been introduced, your communications with your dear friend were cut short. But now that it has been revoked, you come and go between the two nations taking turns visiting one another.

“Oh right!” Thoma exclaimed. He stood up and went to his luggage, searching for something inside. “I brought you souvenirs!” He happily turned to the two of you. “This is one of the best sake in Inazuma. Master Ayato believes it will be to your liking, Kaeya.”

“I will make sure to thank him next time I visit Inazuma.” He joyfully took the bottle.

“And this one’s for you.”

Taking the rectangle wooden box from his hands, you opened it and gasped at the beautiful hair piece ornament inside.

“Milady helped me decide on the colour since I was kind of indecisive…” Thoma nervously confessed.

“I love it!” you excitedly replied. “I’ll help you choose Ayaka’s gift when we go shopping.”

The merry atmosphere was filled with lively conversations. Thoma recounted his latest visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine where he had the pleasure — or the misfortune, as he emphasised — to stumble upon Lady Miko. And then, you narrated the incident of your latest mission with the Cavalry Captain.

“He used me as bait to lure all those monsters and then refused to help me, because apparently I had got rusty! Can you believe it? I had to literally beg him to come save me!” You threw a death glare towards Kaeya, who innocently drank his wine.

“Ah, yes, Kaeya is known for his teasing nature.”

“Do you really believe that I would have let those monsters tear you apart?” Kaeya asked you, hand over his broken heart. “I would never!”

You simply rolled your eyes and took a bite of your food.

“Thoma, your cup is still full,” Kaeya noticed. “Won’t you drink?”

“Ahaha… You know I’m not really fond of alcohol.”

“All I’m asking for is one drink,” he stated, lifting his index. “Are you really going to refuse one drink from your fellow Mondstadter friend?”

“You’re not going to give up, will you?” Thoma whined a sigh. “Alright…”

Since Thoma’s tolerance for alcohol is zero to none, he got drunk after only one drink. Kaeya seemed pleased with treating his friend like a little toy for his own entertainment. And you hopelessly tried to maintain a balance between a drunk Thoma and a lightheaded Kaeya.

“Can I do your hair?” Thoma asked you out of the blue. “I wanna see you wearing the ornament I bought you.”

You didn’t see anything wrong with his request, so you sat comfortably in your seat, while he styled your hair. Kaeya’s gaze was locked on the two of you, following Thoma’s every move.

“It looks so beautiful on you.” Thoma whispered in your ear.

Your body jolted at the sudden proximity. His breath was fanning your neck, giving rise to your body temperature. Kaeya stood up from his seat and came to stand behind you.

“You look gorgeous, sweets.”

A soft moan escaped your lips as the two of them started peppering both sides of your neck with kisses. Their hands started roaming your body. Thoma slipped inside your shirt and fondled your breasts in your bra, playing with your nipples. Kaeya rubbed his fingers on your clothed cunt, chuckling at your wetness. Removing your shirt and bra, Thoma sucked one of your nipples, teasingly lollying it with his tongue, while pinching your other one. Kaeya was left astonished at how quickly your panties became drenched.

“Will you give us a hand, sweetheart?” he cooed, as he placed your hand on his hardened cock.

Thoma was in a similar state. You watched them getting undressed, feasted your eyes on their naked bodies, before you fell on your knees with each at either side of you. You gave kitten licks to both of them, while pumping their cocks simultaneously. You gave Thoma a lick from the bottom of his shaft and licked the tip, taking him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him, earning a few moans from the blond, cheeks flushed red. You then turned towards Kaeya, who seemed a little irritated by not having taken priority. And yet, he couldn’t help but groan at you teasingly licking over the vein of his cock.

You staggered between them; one moment your lips were wrapped around them and the next your hand was pumping them, spreading their precum all over their tips. Stopping you, your eyes hungrily took them in as they jerked themselves off, ejaculating all over your pretty titties. Thoma pulled you up and attacked your lips, starved to taste yours. Removing your skirt and panties, Kaeya had you sit on the chair and spread your legs. He knelt in-between and left bite marks on your inner thighs, making you whine in your kiss with Thoma. He picked up a valberry from your sparkling berry juice and put it in his mouth, then passed it on to you through a kiss. The sweet taste of the valberry in contrast to his taste of sake had you losing yourself in their touches.

You meowled in Thoma’s lips, as Kaeya licked a few long strides on your cunt. He focused his lips on sucking your clit, while he slid two fingers inside your hole. You were barely able to hold your legs open, so each held one of them. “So pretty…” Thoma whispered, leaving a trail of kisses on your upper chest. Your moans and whimpers were enough to make them hard again. You screamed when Kaeya entered a finger in your ass hole, Thoma now having taken over his work in your pussy. Kaeya’s hand reached up and cupped your breast, squeezing tightly.

When you were loosened enough, Thoma took your seat on the chair, while he made you comfortable on his lap. He immersed his cock slowly in your ass, both of them holding you tightly as you tried to get away because of the pain his tip caused you. They showered you with kisses and comforting words, helping ease the situation, until Thoma finally bottomed out. Your head fell heavy on his flushed chest, your voice breaking as Kaeya dived into your cunt, stretching against Thoma.

“Someone is eager to get railed by both of us,” Kaeya teased, thrusting into you, enjoying how your cunt tightened around him.

“If you wanted this, you should have asked, honey.” Thoma kissed your neck.

Your mind had gone blank by them fucking both your holes. It hurt, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. Thoma was gentle as he thrusted in you, using just the right amount of force, while tenderly running his fingers on your skin and drawing soothing lines, whispering praises in your ears. Kaeya, however, was more erratic, more forceful in his movements, pointing out how well you were taking them, his lips attacking your neck and leaving hickeys all over. You were moaning and whining, blessing their ears with your melodic sounds. You were lost in a trance, as your orgasm hit you, your body shivering in-between them, as they thrusted in your holes, chasing after their own releases.

ʚ ZHONGLI & XIAO ɞ

“Mortals these days sure act in a bizarre way,” Xiao stated, taking a bite of his almond tofu.

“What new human custom did you encounter this time?” Zhongli asked him.

“I can explain it to you.” You warmly smiled.

“I was returning to Wangshu Inn after having extinguished the remnants of a defeated god, when I fell upon two humans.” Xiao paused. You noticed how his cheeks flushed red, a rare sight you thought you’d never have the chance to see in your life. And neither did the former Geo Archon. “They were naked in the woods…” Xiao then turned to look at you. “What kind of ritual were they performing in such an indecent way?”

You were lost for words. Xiao wasn’t particularly — if not at all — interested in the affairs of the mortals. You knew that very well. However, he seemed more willing to involve himself and learn a few things from you. At first, when Zhongli introduced you, the adeptus was weary of you. He didn’t deem you as a threat, on the contrary he was afraid that the karmic debt he carried might taint your soul, which ultimately proved to be more resilient than he had expected. Of all the peculiar things humans do that could pique Xiao’s interest, sex was the last one you would have considered.

“What you saw was two humans engaging in sexual intercourse,” Zhongli took over the explanation of the “bizarre ritual”, since you were too shocked to reply. “In other words, it is an act performed for a variety of reasons; pleasure, portrayal of love, reproduction.”

Xiao needed a moment to take in this “valuable” information. How can that be something pleasurable? he wondered. He had fled the scene almost immediately, too stunned from this unusual spectacle, but he was certain that he had heard screams. That was the primal reason he had strayed from his path, as he had thought that mortals might have encountered monsters and needed help.

“What are you thinking, Xiao?”

“Eh?” he responded. “Oh… It just doesn’t make sense to me…”

Zhongli deviously curled his lips into a smile. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t experienced it,” he pointed out. “But I’m sure this can be resolved if you’re interested.”

Turning your head towards him, you noticed Zhongli looking at you with suggestive eyes. You gulped realising what he was proposing. Then, you averted your attention towards Xiao, who seemed lost in thought.

“I wouldn’t mind…” he admitted flustered a while later.

Zhongli caught your hand and had you sit on his lap, his one hand caressing your ass, while the other cupped gently your cheek. “Pay attention, Xiao. You want to start things slow,” he explained, kissing your lips. “You need to get your partner in a certain mood. That is achieved by kissing and touching their body,” he continued, his lips now leaving kisses on your neck.

Xiao’s eyes were stuck on the two of you, taking in all the changes of expressions on your face. Zhongli removed your shirt and kissed your upper chest, having you tighten your grip on his shoulders, your head falling back. He lifted you up and carried you to Xiao’s bed, while he slipped his tongue in your mouth, subduing yours in a little game of dominance. He urged Xiao to sit behind you, then turned you over to him; “Try it,” he encouraged him.

The adeptus was hesitant in his movements, as he trod on uncharted waters. For the first time in his long life, he seemed to experience hesitation, in contrast to his usual storming into battle without a second thought. His lips softly touched yours, as he tried to mimic Zhongli’s actions. He caressed your arms with his fingertips all the way to your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine. He then nestled his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your soft skin and biting without quite realising it.

Zhongli, who was still sitting behind you, removed your bra, leaving a little peck on the back of your shoulder. Xiao fondled your titties, massaging them and feeling your nipples hardening underneath his palms. Moving lower, he left kisses all over the same area as Zhongli. He sucked one of your nipples, enjoying the way it felt on his tongue as he swirled it all over it. Your chest was rising and falling hard and soft moans escaped your lips.

You gasped as Zhongli slid his hand inside your pants, two of his fingers teasingly circling around your cunt. “Xiao, remove her remaining clothes,” he led him to his next action. Xiao was left astonished at your cunt sucking in Zhongli’s fingers, the squelching sound of it ringing in his ears. “You need to thrust your fingers like this,” the Geo Archon instructed. “It makes her a bubbling mess,” he elaborated, biting your ear. Of course, he knew all about it, since he knew everything about you.

Xiao replaced him, doing exactly as he was shown. His fingers slipped inside you with ease, the wetness and warmth of your cunt encouraging him to continue. Your walls welcomed his fingers with pleasure, providing all the necessary hospitality to enchant him into staying forever. Your body started trembling, as you were reaching your orgasm, which made Xiao worry, looking up at Zhongli for some kind of advice. “Keep your pace steady, she’s almost there,” he shared his knowledge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, as a wave of ecstasy washed over you.

You panted hard, resting your head on Zhongli’s shoulder. Your eyes wandered Xiao’s figure, as he curiously licked his fingers that were coated with your slick, then smiled at the sweet taste. Zhongli tapped your thigh, motioning you towards the adeptus. You stood on your knees and gently kissed Xiao’s lips, while slowly undressing him. You kissed your way from his lips to his hardened cock that begged to be pampered. You took him in your hand and pumped him, rubbing circles on the tip, which had the fearsome yaksha whimper. “W-Wait—”

His breath hitched, feeling your lips envelope him. You looked up at him who was following your every move, having the back of his hand pressed against his mouth to muffle his moans. You were twirling your tongue around his shaft, showering him with a newfound sensation. Zhongli could only silently watch you, having now taken a seat on the edge of the bed and poured himself a cup of Osmanthus wine, which he gulped down in one go. The adeptus’ soft whimpers and moans encouraged you to open the door to a new world for him, a breathless groan accompanying his release in your mouth.

You took a moment to catch your breaths, before Xiao kissed your lips again. He lay you down on your back, while he hovered on top of you. “Gently push yourself inside of her,” Zhongli instructed him. “Gently,” he emphasised. “Human penises are much smaller than ours.” Xiao kept his eyes locked in yours, as he slowly dived his cock in your drenched cunt. You felt a slight feeling of discomfort due to his size and thickness, which he attempted to distract you from by kissing you.

When you had adjusted to him, you urged him to move. His first thrusts were shallow, slow and hesitant. But when your walls tightened around him, squeezing him pleasurably, he couldn’t help but pick up his pace, feeling now more confident. Your moans mixed with one another’s, creating a harmonic melody. Your head turned to the back and you noticed Zhongli sitting there, jerking himself off, which turned you on even more. “Don’t look at me. Focus on him,” he advised you.

With minimal effort, the Conqueror of Demons was rearranging your inner world, sending you over to the heavens. Xiao was sucking on your neck and making you cream all over his cock with every thrust. It was hard for you to believe that this was his first time. Your moans prompted him to shower you with pleasure, so as to hear your sweet voice a little longer. He was reaching deep inside you, practically forcing the air out of your body, leaving you breathless. Your body spasmed as you orgasmed on his cock and he fucked you through it, before pulling out and releasing on your stomach, breathlessly thanking you.

ʚ AYATO & DILUC ɞ

You were silently sitting in the corner of Ayato’s office in the Kamisato residence, as the Yashiro Commissioner was talking about business with the Master of the Dawn Winery, Diluc Ragnvindr. The two had started doing business together a little after Thoma had returned from his first trip to Monstandt after the revocation of the Sakoku Decree. Ayato had visited the Dawn Winery to inspect if there could be some profit in a business partnership and was pleased with the results. The Yashiro Commission became the official importer and distributor of the Dawn Winery’s products, which became quite popular in Inazuma.

“I apologise for the delay of the delivery,” Diluc stated. “We were met with a horrendous thunderstorm on our way.”

“There is no need to worry.” Ayato politely smiled. “The wine will be delivered to the city within the day. I encourage you to go and take a look. The Summer Festival is one of our biggest festivals.”

“If time permits it, I’ll take a stroll around,” Diluc replied. “Oh, right. I almost forgot. I brought a few bottles of your favourite wine, Mr. Kamisato. I’ll go and bring them.”

“No need!” you stopped him, standing up. “You two can continue your conversation and I’ll go bring Mr. Ragnvindr’s present.”

“Just ask any of my employees and they’ll give it to you.”

Walking out of the office, you noticed Ayaka and Thoma waiting for you outside the door with eyes starved from exhilaration. You sighed and ignored them, walking towards the porch. But as expected, the two of them did not fret and followed you.

“How are you feeling now seeing Mr. Ragnvindr after four months?” Ayaka eagerly asked.

“I don’t understand your question, Milady,” you feigned ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb!” Thoma laughed. “We all know that you have a crush on him. Master Ayato even went out of his way and ordered that magnificent kimono for you to wear to the festival. He said and I quote ‘This would surely catch Mr. Ragnvindr’s attention’.”

“Master Ayato knows?” you gasped, then quickly covered your mouth with your hands.

“So, you admit it!” Ayaka teasingly nuzzled your side with her elbow. “Of course my brother knows about it! He always keeps his eyes out for the people closest to him.”

If only you knew about his dark side, Milady. You mentally sighed. You have been working as the Yashiro Commission’s Secretary for a long time now. Unknown to the public, you’re also involved with the Shuumatsuban as Ayato’s right hand. One of his first orders to you was not to involve Ayaka in any shady work they mingle in. You respected Ayato for trying to keep his younger sister out of harm’s way. And as his right hand, the two of you had spent countless nights working overtime or helping each other relieve some steam.

“Um, excuse me.” You tapped on an employee’s shoulder. As soon as you mentioned it, they gave you Diluc’s package for the Yashiro Commissioner. Thanking them, you returned to the office and resumed your previous position. You were sitting there, stealing glances of the Dawn Winery’s Master, feeling your heart beating fast in your chest. You locked eyes with him a few times. You were aware that given your position — and especially your involvement with the Shuumatsuban — it wouldn’t be possible for anything to happen between the two of you. And yet, you just couldn’t control yourself from longing for him.

“Are you sure you wish to stay here?” Ayato asked.

“I’m not feeling like attending a festival right now,” Diluc replied. “What about you, Mr. Kamisato? Shouldn’t you attend as you’re the Yashiro Commissioner?”

“Ayaka, my younger sister, is the one attending the social events. I would like to take this moment and rest a little.”

Night had fallen and the two business partners were enjoying a drink on the porch. The Kamisato Estate was serene and peaceful, since all the servants and guards had been dismissed for the night to enjoy the Summer Festival with their loved ones. You, however, were still there, attending to their needs.

“This kimono is so beautiful,” Diluc complimented you.

“Thank you.” You shyly smiled.

Ayato cunningly smirked, as he raised his cup to his lips, only to realise that it was empty. You choked a laugh, earning one of Ayato’s judgemental gazes, before standing up to go bring another bottle of wine. As you were returning, you tripped and fell on the wooden floor. Raising your head, you noticed the two of them looking at you with lustful eyes.

“Look what mess you made, dear,” Ayato sinisterly smirked.

You bit your lip nervously, observing the wine that had been spilt on Diluc’s shirt and Ayato’s pants. “I-I-I’m sorry!” you immediately apologised, flustered at your mistake. “I’ll go fetch you some dry clothes right—”

As you rushed to head inside, Ayato caught your arm and pulled you to him, your head colliding with his chest. “I have another idea in mind,” he breathed in your neck. You curiously looked at him, not quite understanding what his enigmatic suggestion meant. You twitched, feeling someone pulling your hair to the side and kissing your neck. It was Diluc, who was now standing behind you. You tried to say something, only for him to capture your lips in a fiery kiss.

Ayato rid you of your kimono, leaving you naked under the moonlight. He lay down, his head resting on the pillow, as he had you lie above him. He kissed gently your inner thighs, before locking his lips on your cunt. You moaned at his tongue licking your velvet folds. Ayato slapped your ass, having you bite back another moan. “Don’t just sit there. This isn’t for your entertainment, dear,” he explained. Discarding his pants, you squeezed his shaft, moving from the base to the tip at a slow tempo.

Him groaning in your pussy as you licked kitten licks all over him made you choke on literal air. You knew that this was his way of punishing you for soaking his pants with wine, even so you weren’t going to accept this so easily. You peppered his base with kisses, while your thumb worked on his tip, massaging it and coating it with his precum. Your breath hitched, feeling a gentle caress on your waist. Diluc kissed your back, making you arch at his soft lips, your skin burning wherever he touched you.

His tongue penetrated your ass hole, drenching it wet and loosening it. Diluc licked two of his fingers, before pushing them inside, pumping slowly to properly prepare you for what’s to come. You were stimulated simultaneously on both holes, resulting in a poor performance on your behalf as you couldn’t concentrate suitably on your own task. Ayato was taking note of that, as he would surely make you regret it later. For the time being, he was holding tightly onto your legs, preventing you from crushing his head, as he thrusted his tongue in your drenched cunt.

When you were all perfectly ready, Diluc unbuckled his pants and stroked his hard cock a few times, before slowly pushing himself in your hole. You found it difficult to keep yourself from crushing with Ayato’s thigh. Your titties were grazing his abdomen, as your body rhythmically moved in Diluc’s tempo, making him hard. You were close to your climax, which made you impatient. Your mind was stuck on the stretch of Diluc’s cock in your ass and on Ayato’s wicked tongue that abused your cunt. Diluc was the first to reach his orgasm, pulling back and ejaculating all over your ass.

As you had almost completely neglected him, Ayato didn’t give you the pleasure of letting you orgasm. You whined at his cruelty, only for him to grab your throat and crush your lips on his, devilish eyes observing you melting in his touch. He manhandled you into your hands and knees, positioning himself between your legs. His throbbing cock that was starved for touch teasingly rubbed your cunt, spreading your slick around your hole. Ayato shoved his cock in you, forcing the air out of your lungs, making tears well up in your eyes from his forceful thrusts.

Diluc couldn’t help but pump his cock in his hand, seeing your fucked out expression, as Ayato ravaged your cunt. Your lips were parted oh so beautifully that he couldn’t resist the temptation of sliding himself in your mouth. You gladly accepted him, your tongue swirling around his length, making his eyes roll to the back of his skull. “...Fuck— You feel so good, sucking me off like that…” he breathed heavily. Ayato’s sharp movements had you moaning, sending vibrations on his cock.

And here you are again, on the verge of ecstasy, mentally begging that Ayato won’t deny your orgasm again. Your eyes widened, as the two men cummed at the same time, one in your mouth, the other in your cunt. “This is your punishment for brushing me off earlier,” Ayato whispered in your ear, his hand holding delicately your throat as you swallowed Diluc’s cum. He kissed your shoulder, chuckling at your whine as he dragged himself out of your cunt, some of his cum spilling out.

ʚ TARTAGLIA & BAIZHU ɞ

“This place is pretty dead… By which I mean, there’s nothing to kill.” That’s what he said, leaning back on his seat, disappointed by the placidity of time. Tartaglia had been cooped up in the Northland Bank, not having anything in particular to do. He would always whine about how bored he was to you, always nagging you to go somewhere and stir up some trouble, just for the fun of it. So, when Andrei informed him of a well-known Liyue merchant’s outrageous debt to the bank, Tartaglia took it upon himself to pay a little visit to the merchant. And of course, you followed him, thinking that things couldn’t go bad.

However, when the two of you cornered the merchant and demanded the debt to be paid in full, you noticed how Tartaglia’s eyes glowed with fervent exhilaration at the appearance of the merchant’s bodyguards. “Stay behind me.” He protectively placed you behind him; not that you really needed to be protected. He knew that you were more than capable of protecting yourself, having sparred with him multiple times. And yet he couldn’t help but want to show off in front of you. Not to mention that he was itching for some kind of fight.

You spared yourself the trouble of having to deal with mongrels and just sat back and watched. Despite your initial estimation of the bodyguards’ strength, Tartaglia easily handled them. Maybe you had overestimated them. Or maybe your boss was a tiny bit arrogant while fighting them, as he left himself open, only for a moment, giving the chance to one of them to graze his right arm with his sword. You immediately called for backup and then rushed to his side, but he refused your help. In the end, he beat them up and had his subordinates deal with the rest.

“Let me see your arm,” you demanded. Lifting his arm, you observed the wound; it wasn’t too deep, but it clearly indicated that he hadn’t taken his opponents seriously, deeming them as trivial third-rate characters.

“It’s nothing serious, you don’t need to worry,” Tartaglia laughed.

“You need to have this checked right now! It might get an infection.”

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic right now?” he asked you, removing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s nothing. Really! It doesn’t even hurt.”

Your gaze said it all; you weren’t going to listen to a word he said. On the contrary, Tartaglia would be the one heeding to your orders. He sighed deeply, thinking that he still had a long way to go, before he could ever dream of winning a fight of nerves against you. He still thought that it wasn’t as big of a deal as you made it to be, yet he was willing to obey and go along with you, because he knew that deep down you were just worried about him. And that made him happy. Taking your hand, he rushed back to Northland Bank, impatient to have you comfort the poor injured him.

His tilted head, his quirked eyebrow and his awkward smile betrayed that he hadn’t expected you to bring him to Bubu Pharmacy. You started ascending the stairs, having him follow you, as your hands were intertwined. Tartaglia didn’t say anything about it, but he did find it a little suspicious when the two of you entered Dr. Baizhu’s room in the back of the pharmacy.

“Baizhu! Baizhu!” you called for him, as soon as you came inside. “I need your help! Tartaglia’s injured!”

“Geez, don’t make it sound as if I’m dying,” he joked. “It’s a scratch, honestly. She’s… Overreacting a little.”

“Take a seat and let me have a look,” Baizhu instructed him.

Tartaglia looked at you, then sighed and did as the doctor had asked him. Baizhu completely ripped off his ruined sleeve and started examining the wound, while you explained the situation.

“Well, the wound has slightly swelled up. Despite the fact that the assailant sliced your extensor digitorum muscle, it’s not a deep wound and it’ll heal quickly,” Baizhu diagnosed, as he stood up, going to his cabinets. “I’ll clean it, apply some ointment on it and wrap it in a bandage just to avoid any infection.” Taking what he needed, he then returned to treat the wound.

“By the way, Baizhu, where’s Changsheng?” you asked him, curiously looking around for her.

“Changsheng is currently preoccupied with Qiqi, sorting out some medicinal herbs,” he replied, while wrapping the treated wound in a bandage. “Have you been busy? I haven’t seen you a lot lately.”

“It was mostly dull bureaucratic work. This is the first time I’ve gone out in days.”

“It must have been so hard for you, you poor thing. No wonder you look so exhausted. Would you like me to prescribe you some medicine to help ease your fatigue?”

“I would appreciate it.”

Tartaglia had been observing you for a while, in his eyes there was a suspicious gleam. He had found it strange when you casually entered the back of the store, Baizhu’s living quarters, as if you were used to it. And now, something just didn’t sit right with him. Your conversation was so simple, just an exchange of concern between two friends. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else going on; something he wasn’t aware of.

“Are you, by any chance, seeing each other?” he interrupted your conversation.

“We’re not dating if that’s what you’re implying,” Baizhu answered his curiosity, then turned towards you, gently caressing your cheek with his hand. “We do, however, occasionally keep one another company during the lonely times of day.”

“Is that so?” Tartaglia wondered. Pulling your arm, he had you sit on his lap. “And here I thought I was your only lover,” he breathed on your neck, then bit you, making you hiss.

He wasn’t enraged, he didn’t have the right to be, since you weren’t anything official. But his whole being burnt fiercely with jealousy, thinking that the man in front of him had seen you in such an intimate manner. Dr. Baizhu is an irrefutable master of the medicinal arts; Tartaglia could never contradict this truth, even if he wanted to. However, he found it difficult to believe that the man who needed to rest after walking half a mile could ever satisfy you. Looking over at Baizhu, he smirked devilishly, as his hand wrapped around your neck, choking you.

“Tartaglia— Wha— What are you doing?!” you gasped as he unzipped your uniform.

“I thought that Dr. Baizhu and I could have a little taste of you. I am sure it’ll make me feel much better.” He bit your shoulder.

Baizhu leant on his arm, elbow on the desk, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling into a smirk, as he watched Tartaglia fondle your breasts, leaving kisses, hickeys and even bites. He menacingly chuckled at how hard you pressed your thighs together. You were enjoying this more than you were willing to admit, yet your moans betrayed you. There you were, sitting naked on Tartaglia’s lap, your head to his chest, his injured arm choking you, your legs spread open and two of his fingers thrusting into your wet cunt. And Baizhu watched every part of it.

“You like him watching you being fucked by another man, don’t you?” Tartaglia asked you, his voice laced with perilous lust. “Of course, you do. You’re so drenched that the squelching sounds of your little cunt echo throughout the room.”

His every derogatory word matched perfectly with his thrusts, making you drunk in his covetous desire. You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t escape him. Your mind could only think of him depriving you of oxygen, while setting your whole being aflame. You desperately searched for air, feeling as if you could die any moment now. Your mind was shutting down and your body quivered as you reached your orgasm by his vicious fingers.

Whilst still in your little imaginary world, Tartaglia carried you to the bed, pinning you on the mattress as he hovered above you. You couldn’t process the scene in front of you, dazed from your prior release. He smirked, pleased to see you looking at him with that dumb expression of yours he loved so much, as he rid himself of the unrequired clothes. Aligning himself with your cunt, he dived right in, whistling enthusiastically at how quickly your velvet walls tightened around him.

His thrusts were virulent, his poison spreading through your body and making you addicted to him. Leaning closer, he forced your head to the side, having you lock eyes with Baizhu. “Has he ever fucked you like this? Raw and dumb? Hell, does he even know that you love being treated like a whore?” Tears were falling from your eyes. His hand that was covering your mouth muffled your whines and moans. With a swift move of his, you were flipped on your stomach, Tartaglia pulling your ass up, before jerking his hips aggressively into ravaging your pulsating cunt.

Opening your eyes, through your blurry vision, you noticed Baizhu sitting in front of you, his hand stroking his hardened cock. “I apologise, my dear. You are clearly preoccupied, but I would appreciate it if you could… Help me out a little.” For some reason you couldn’t comprehend, you turned to look over your shoulder at the man abusing your pussy. Tartaglia smirked, pleased with your reaction, then nodded to you, as if he were giving you permission to tend to the other man.

Your lips enveloped his cock in a sloppy and wet paradise, having Baizhu moan at the sensation. He would ruffle your hair and gently caress your cheek with the back of his fingers with a soft smile on his face, before letting out one of the sluttiest moans you had ever heard in the entirety of Teyvat. “Just like that, dear… Oh great Archons, you’re so gorgeous…” he chanted your praises as he cummed. Your body spasmed on his cock, as Tartaglia fucked you through your orgasm. He would occasionally lean down over you and mark your shoulders with hickeys, his hickeys.

Tartaglia filled you up with his cum, making sure every wall of that cunt was coated with it. Wrapping his hand in your hair, he gave it a small tug, indicating you to stand up. Your back collided with his chest, as his hand let go of your hair and found its place back to your neck. “I guess after we’re done, I’ll need a new bandage,” he sneered, the bandage of his arm having turned slightly red due to him forcing it. “Until then, I’m going to fuck you dumb.”

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