satoru gojo is no stranger to sex, considering you and him were always on each other for the littlest thing.
satoru was always horny. he could have you anywhere at anytime and it would make no difference.
so when the two of you went to grab dinner, satoru couldnât help but tease you a little bit, right?
it had started out like a normal dinner. satoru had picked out some big, fancy restaurant in shibuya.
It was a nice place, the two of you even got to wear your suits (the ones satoru specifically had made) that you never wearâŠ
you both sat down, ordering your drinks and looking at the menu. the prices were outrageous, but satoru wanted only the best for his man.
your legs were intertwined under the table, satorus' foot hooking around your ankle, his other right next to your own shoe. he didnât care if it looked stupid, as long as he was closer to you, he couldn't care less.
as he scanned the menu, searching for anything that caught his eye, he glanced up at you, eyes flickering over your face and clothes. you looked handsome. always did.
he couldnât help but admire for a moment, tracing the slope of your nose, the bridge of your eyebrows, your lips, the sharpness of your jawline. he was swooning shamelessly, and he had no reason to be ashamed.
he loved you. he loved you and you were his boyfriend so heâs allowed.
he slowly starts trailing his foot up, rubbing against your calf lazily as he turns back to the menu, biting back a smile as you glance up at him.
âsatoru..?â
your voice starts lowly, the slightest raise of your brow catching the corner of his eye.
he slowly looks up, menu leaning down to reveal more of his face as he speaks.
âhm?â
you click your tongue, looking down at where your legs met under the table, raising your brow further in question.
satoru only gave you an innocent, little smile, reaching over and squeezing your hand before chuckling.
âwhat? you know you love it..â
he teases, his voice dropping an octave to try and appeal to you. he knew you werenât the biggest fan of risks or getting caught, but⊠he really couldnât help himself sometimes.
âjust- watch yourself, babe.â
he nods with a smile, though the glint in his eyes gives away his real thinking.
he lets his foot rest against your calf for a minute, letting you think heâs being obedient, making sure to wait just enough time until inching his foot up slightly higher, the toe of his shoe nudging the underside of your knee.
your eyes find his again and satoru stares at the menu intensely, acting as if he was doing nothing but thinking hard about what to eat.
without looking at you or saying a word, he slides his foot up further, practically resting it in your lap at this point. you knew what he was doing. you always did. as much as satoru tried to be inconspicuous, it was difficult when it involved you.
you bring a hand down, grabbing his foot, watching his smile drop for a split second before coming back, his dimples popping out as he smiles.
you wouldâve thought he looked cute and sweet if it wasnât for his foot being inches away from your dick.
âsatoru, you telling me you canât wait till we get home?â
he slumps slightly in his seat, just a fraction before shaking his head, looking up at you with those adorable blue eyes, clearly trying to manipulate you, but you wouldnât let him win, not this time.
âno, of course not, baby. when I need you I need you..â
he mumbles out, wiggling his foot in your grasp as you go to speak.
âsatoru you donât need me, youâre just being a-â
the waitress interrupts you two, standing with a notepad in hand, smiling brightly.
âare you two ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?â
you and satoru both look at the waitress, then back at each other as you speak.
âweâre ready now.â
âa few more minutes.â
you send satoru a glare, giving a playful shove to his foot, earning a surprised noise from him before he quickly straightens himself.
âweâre ready to order. donât mind him.â
you cut in before satoru could say anything, watching the disappointed look in his eyes as he closes the menu.
âyeah, okay, I guess weâre ready.â
you both order your food, picking out the sides and giving the waitress your menus before she walks off, giggling to herself knowingly.
as soon as she strays out of view, satoru instantly starts pouting, crossing his arms over his chest, the fabric of his tie bunching up a little.
âoh cmon, live a little, yn.â
you snort, shaking your head at his words, gently bringing satoruâs foot back down to the ground.
he only stares at you, a contemplative look in his eye before he sighs, leaning forward to rest his cheek in his palm, avoiding eye contact with you.
âsatoru, donât actually be mad. Iâm not trying to get a boner in public, especially not here. we could get kicked out, yâknow.â
he shrugs his shoulders, clearly upset you didnât wanna play his game.
the wait for your food wasnât long, but it was a bit awkward. satoru was refusing to do anything. he didnât wanna talk. he didnât wanna joke. he was upset at you.
you eventually reach out, setting your hand on top of his, caressing his hand lazily as you start.
âbaby.. donât be mad, please? you know I hate seeing you upset.â
you see his fingers twitch, eyes glancing at you for a beat before staring back off.
âsatoru..â
he huffs.
âbabyy..â
he finally drags his eyes over to yours, begrudgingly looking at you.
âlook, we can mess around when we get home all you want, okay? letâs just have a nice dinner. youâre the one who dragged us out to this fancy place.â
you were right. he did drag you to this restaurant. it was expensive, of course- only the best for you. and they also had really good strawberry cheesecake.
he eventually sighs, slowly nodding and sitting back in his seat, shaking off his previous woes.
âfine, but iâm holding you to that.â
he mutters, flipping his hand over and slotting his fingers in yours, squeezing your hand twice in finality.
âŠ
by the time your food got here, you and satoru were starving. having put the petty argument past each other, you were ready to focus on the incredible food you two got.
satoruâs eyes were gleaming, a big smile on his face as he picks up his utensils, licking his lips subconsciously.
you only laugh at him, picking up your own utensils and getting ready to eat.
as the two of you converse, enjoying the playful banter that you always had, satoru stretches his legs out, putting them inbetween yours again.
you give him a small look, glancing him up and down as if giving him a small warning not to try it again. and him, being the loving boyfriend he was, in typical satoru fashion, completely ignores you.
he starts off small again, slowly caressing your leg with his foot, continuing to eat, idly humming to himself.
"did I tell you about the mission I went on with nanami earlier?"
you shake your head, glancing at him with a small smirk, beckoning him to continue and tell his story.
"okay, well, originally it was just supposed to be nanami's mission, some grade one retrieval at this abandoned school."
he makes a shake of his hand, brushing off what would normally be a difficult mission for most sorcerers.
"anyway, so halfway through the mission, it ended up being a special grade! funny, right?"
he doesn't wait for you to respond.
"I ended up getting a call from him, and he was all like 'oh gojo, I need your help. I'm too weak, and need you to save me. also you're so cool and incredible. iâm so glad youâre my friend'."
you only raise a brow at that, knowing kento nanami would never say anything along those lines.
"and since I'm such a good friend, I teleported there to save the day."
he laughs, feeling pure glee at the memory of nanami asking for his help.
"huh. that's.. really interesting. he said all that?"
satoru nods, flashing you his usual boyish grin, reaching for his drink as his foot slowly trails up farther.
"mhm, he probably said more about how awesome I am, but I didn't pay too much attention. had to go save the day, y'know?"
âuh huh.â
you hum, taking a sip of your drink, biting back a smile at his words.
satoruâs foot starts nearing the side of your thigh, your hand reaching down to grab it, only to find you couldnât touch.
satoru had put his infinity up.
this manâyour man, was unbelievable.
âsatoru. stop.â
âstop what?â
âdude, donât play dumb.â
he makes a face, nose scrunching and brows furrowing as he gasps.
âdude? dude? youâve been inside me hundreds- if not thousands of times! your tongue has been inside my-â
you reach forward, covering his mouth before he could finish his sentence, forcing out a loud chuckle, trying to cover up his words.
âwhat is with you tonight?â
your whisper loudly, slowly moving your hand away from his mouth and sitting back down, sighing shaking your head in disbelief.
satoru beams at you, his eyes crinkling in the corner as he shamelessly presses his foot down against your crotch.
you jolt at the contact, knowing it was coming yet still getting caught off guard.
âwhatâs with me? whatâs with you, handsome? youâre looking a bit uncomfortable.â
he leans forward, resting his chin on the center of his palm and staring at you, eyes shining in pure amusement.
âyou really do look handsome tonight, yâknow.â
he murmurs, gently pressing the tip of his shoe further against you.
you suck in a breath, trying to act as natural as you could. satoru lived for your reactions, if he didnât get them he would get bored eventually.
âyou say that every night.â
satoruâs head dips, shoulders shaking slightly as he snickers, looking back up at you with more adoration than before.
âand I mean it every time. I donât know what you want me to say here, yn.â
âIâm not wanting you to say anything. Iâm wanting to have a nice dinner with my boyfr-.â
he nudged his foot harder against you, starting a rocking rhythm.
your eyes flutter shut for a split second before you gather yourself and lean forward, resting your arms on the table to look less suspicious.
âsatoru. câmon, can we just wait till we get home..?â
there really wasnât a big reason to worry, itâs not like anyone was looking, and if they were, it was probably because satoru had white hair.
you avoid looking at satoru, eyes going over the items on the table instead, trying to focus on anything else.
satoru seemed to find pleasure in this, staring at you intently, eyes shamelessly ogling you as he strokes you to hardness with his dress shoe.
ânah, this is way funnier. though, Iâll take you up on that offer when we get back home too.â
the light in your head suddenly switches on, a small smile finding your face.
âthereâs not about to be an offer if you keep this up.â
you mutter nonchalantly, casually taking a sip of your drink.
satoruâs smile falters at that, foot pausing for a moment before he narrows his eyes.
âyeah right, you love me too much to say no.â
he teases, batting his eyelashes as you and pressing down on your crotch, earning a choked noise from you.
before you could speak, satoru glances to the side, a voice breaking both your trains of thought.
âyn? pleasure meeting you here.â
you see satoruâs eyebrows furrow in the corner of your eye as a smile finds your face.
ânanami? yeah uh- yeah, nice to see you too.â
you chuckle out, a bit bewildered because you two had just been talking about him.
nanami pauses, glancing between you two with a raised brow.
âsorry, is now a bad time?â
he whispers towards you, opening your mouth to speak before satoru interrupts.
âuhm, excuse me? iâm here too, nanami. I saved your life earlier, the least you could do is acknowledge me.â
he huffs in annoyance, taking an obnoxiously loud slurp of his drink.
the tips of nanamiâs ears burn a bright pink, his expression staying neutral. the man turns slowly towards gojo, nodding, his voice low as he greets, heavily unamused.
âgojo.â
is all he says before turning back to you, adjusting his glasses before adding.
âI take it you two are on a date, so I wonât keep you too long.â
you shake your head, enjoying the friendly conversation, satoru definitely not.
âno worries! weâre not in a rush. iâm pretty sure satoru was finishing up. hey-â
you turn to satoru for a moment, giving him a forced smile.
â-you said you wanted that strawberry cheesecake didnât you? you should order some while I talk to nanami.â
satoru only stared at you, his face unreadable, slowly sitting back in his seat as you turn back to nanami, chatting about whatever it was. satoru didnât know, and he certainly didnât care.
itâs not like he wanted to have a nice night with you. itâs not like your attention was being stolen by nanami. itâs not like your his boyfriend and not anyone elseâs, definitely not nanamiâs. itâs not like- oh fuck it.
he suddenly presses his foot down, hard, rubbing slow circles against the crotch of your pants.
you donât react, at least not how he expected. his six eyes studied you, seeing the way your pulse spiked, how your blood started traveling lower and lower.
he saw the way your fists clenched. he saw how your brows creased ever so slightly, not noticeable to the average person, but it was to satoru.
he saw all your tells, and what he wanted more than anything was for nanami to catch you.
he could just imagine the look on his face when he realizes satoru was essentially jerking you off under the table.
It felt so scandalous, so perfect.
satoru knew you were already gonna be mad, so he might as well have his fun, right?
and if he got lucky, the worst you would do would be âpunishingâ him.
nanami was going on and on about something he and shoko were talking about.
whattttteverr, satoru didnât care about that. all he cared about was making you cum.
he had to bite back a grin, watching as you try to contain yourself in front of nanamiâs eyes.
he starts moving his foot up and down, feeling you get stiffer by the minute.
the urge to drag you to the bathroom growing by the second.
satoru could tell you werenât even paying attention to what nanami was saying, only nodding along.
your real focus was on him, where it should be.
your voice was shaky as you finally speak, clearing your throat to try and sound as normal as possible.
âItâs been nice seeing you, nanami, but I think satoru and I are gonna head out now.â
satoru raises a brow, sitting up.
âwhat? I havenât even got my cheesecake yet.â
you send satoru a glare for the second time tonight, biting your lip hard as his shoe pressed particularly hard against the head of your cock.
nanami smiles, nodding and bowing politely as he speaks.
âof course. Iâm glad we got to speak. you can come by any time.â
you could barely hear nanamiâs words over the friction of satorus shoe on your pants.
fuck, you couldnât move or speak. you could feel the heat curling in your gut, pooling with every movement of his foot.
you really wanted to respond to nanami, but if you opened your mouth youâd probably moan.
you force out a nod, feeling satoruâs eyes burning holes into the side of your head as he moves his foot faster.
nanami nods one more time before turning and leaving, pausing before glancing back.
âand, you too gojo.â
satoru smiles, waving at nanami before turning back to you, narrowing his eyes in pure giddy at the sight of you.
he glances you up and down, small crinkles in the corners of his eyes. you looked so beautiful like this.
you head falls back against the seat, a long exhale leaving your lips as nanami leaves, leaving you and satoru once more.
satoru suddenly pulls his foot away, sitting normally and acting like nothing happened as he speaks.
âwell, I think Iâll get my cheesecake to-go.â
he grins, stretching his arms up casually before yawning, standing up from his chair.
you could only sit there, the sudden loss of friction causing the heat in your stomach to curdle, fading away leaving an empty unsatisfied feeling.
you wanted to slam your head against the table. you werenât sure you wanted to fuck satoru or get mad at him.
whichever one it was, youâd decide once you got home. you didnât want to sit in this restaurant with a aching boner any longerâŠ
F!ngering Gojo for the first time and watching him lose it.
(Iâm Hispanic, I said what I said)
Satoru and you had been dating a few years now, so, itâs safe to say you guys were just about ready to finally do it now that you were both 23. After all, youâd been talking about doing it for a bit, no strangers to phone sex when he was away on missions. It was just a matter of finding the right time.
That, and a matter of preparing properly.
You and Satoru didnât want to just do everything all at once, that felt way too jarring. What if you couldnât get to the real thing because he took too long to open? So far whenever you guys jerked off over the phone, it was just that, jerking off. Satoru had never even fingered himself before, and any other intimacy you both had was either frotting or blowjobs.
So, you both planned it as a process, and today was the day youâd finger him for the first time.
You were both laid on your bed, side by side with your hand in his pants as you made out. You wanted to get more hot and heavy before starting, it wouldâve felt too sterile otherwise. He was moaning against your lips already, never being one to hide his voice.
Your hand was slowly moving up and down his length, moving at an easy tempo to get started, and he was already humping at your palm desperately. He seemed even more turned on than youâd ever seen him, all due to the aspect that youâd be inside him today (technically).
âMm, babyâŠâ he moans against your lips, pulling back from the kiss first. âLetâs start, ok..?â He pleads, fingers picking at the fabric of your shirt to fidget with, coping with his anxiety at this next step in your relationship.
So, at his request, you pulled your hands out of his pants (causing him to whine despite the fact heâd asked for it) and sat up to reach for the lube on your nightstand.
It was only a few seconds that you were turned away but not having you right against him made him so nervous. He was facing the realization of what was happening in those split seconds.
He was worried about the pain, mostly, but he was also just thinking over the changes this would bring. You and him were about to become even closer, literally. This was the bridge to you guys actually making love for the first time, it was so close now.
After what felt like forever, you finally turned back to him, lube in hand. He watched as the viscous liquid dripped down onto your fingertips, coating them as you thumbed the liquid between each digit. God, were your hands always so hot? Was his chest always this tight? Has he been this hard the whole time?
You then finally looked up from the bottle toward him. God, you were so beautiful. You should look at him like that more.
âCan you slip out of your pants for me, baby?â You smiled to him. Ugh, he loved that smile so much. âBaby?â Oh- right. You told him to do something.
Satoru blinked himself out of whatever trance he was in, moving to quickly push his sweatpants down his legs. You couldnât help but smile at him like he was the sweetest thing youâd ever seen. Only you got to see him like this, fumbling over himself and being so in love.
With toned legsâ nearly as pale as marble ânow exposed, you shifted back closer to him, chest to chest again. You curled an arm over his shoulders, letting your bicep be used as a pillow so he could get comfortable. Your free, and newly lubed up, hand then moved to snake between his legs. No underwear, such a good boy.
Satoruâs breath hitched when he felt your lubed-up finger circling his rim, coating the lube around it. The feeling was so foreign, so weird, but so welcomed. You could hear him whimpering in anticipation, unable to keep quiet even whilst biting down on his lips.
âGonna put it in, ok? Just try to relax.â You whispered comfortingly into his ear, waiting for any form of response from him before going further. So, when Satoru nodded with some cute whimpers to accompany it, you slowly pushed in your middle finger.
His whimpers soon turned to whines. You could see him trying to stay strong, eyes widening slightly as he watched your finger slowly disappear into him. He could hardly believe it was really happening, feeling every centimeter of your finger push further and further into him.
It wasnât super comfortable but it wasnât as bad as he was expecting. He was expecting this searing burn based on how some guys explained it, but it was more subtle than that. He could feel his breathing getting heavier and didnât want his arousal to fall so he started stroking himself to ease it. The pleasure blurring the stretch.
At some point he found his face tucked into your neck, whimpering as you were now a knuckle deep as just letting your finger still. âYou ok?â You whispered against his soft head of hair, to which he murmured back a small âYeahâ against your pulse point.
It took a while, maybe 20 minutes later, but you were finally two fingers deep and he was nearly panting against your shoulder by now. You wouldnât go adding any other fingers, but now was finally the point where it would get good.
âSatoru,â you called for his attention, prompting him to peek out from your shoulder and look to you. You couldnât help but smile at him softly, he looked so cute with those furrowed brows and glossy sky-blue eyes. Heâd likely been fighting back tears for a bit.
âIâm gonna get it going, ok? Let me know if you need me to stop.â You spoke softly, yet again waiting for a sign of acknowledgement before carrying on. He nodded yet again before mumbling. âGo easyâŠâ as he peeled his hand away from his length, allowing himself to embrace whatever pleasure came of this.
You went slow at first, of course, just careful pulling your fingers out by an inch before slowly pressing back in. That elicited some shaky breaths, his now-unoccupied hand finding your shoulder. You let him get used to the pace, waiting until you heard his breathing steady a bit so you knew he could take more. Then you pulled out to your fingertips, almost making him whine with the loss before easily pushing back in, pushing a soft, shaky moan out of him.
You looked to him, the two of you making eye contact. He could understand what you were saying without a single word uttered. He knew you were about to crank up the heat, and he smiled to you with a breathless chuckle before cupping your nape and pulling you into a dance of tongues.
You then began properly thrusting your fingers in and out of him, doing so at a decent pace for a while until you heard whines and whimpers turn into real moans. That really egged you on.
You sped up your fingers, involving your whole arm far more by now. He gasped into your kiss, pulling away to catch his breath for a second and watch your fingers work at him before turning back to you and kissing you all over again.
He was moaning desperately into your mouth by now, ranging from low, hungry ones to high, needy ones. Youâd never heard Satoru like this except when he was close to cumming but there was no way he was getting close yet, right? He usually lasted so much longer.
His walls were so tight around your fingers, either sucking them deeper or threatening to break them if they dared to leave. You could even feel Satoru rolling his hips, fucking himself back onto your fingers. Clearly he needed more, so you obliged.
Your hand moved faster, fucking in and out of him to test how he liked it. If Satoruâs squealing told you anything it was that he definitely liked it. His hips were reduced to twitching now, unsure of where to go now that the pleasure was being brought right to his backdoor. You could feel his panting against your lips. He sounded like he couldnât choose between moaning, breathing, or kissing.
âHah.. hhh- ahhahahh..â
You took a second to slow down for your handâs sake but also so you could dig a little deeper, searching for that mythical treasure so many pornos spoke of. The one that could make Satoru see more stars than what existed in his domain.
Suddenly your fingers made contact with a small bud, and before you could even be curious about it Satoru confirmed what it was.
âA-ah! Fuck- ah fuuhhuck..â he threw his head back as he moaned before immediately curling back in on himself.
Fuck, he sounded so hot. You captured his lips once again, causing him to whine as you overwhelmed him. Your fingers hadnât stopped moving either which didnât help him to stabilize his breathing.
Now that you knew where that special bundle of nerves was, how could you not abuse it for the sake of sending your angel to cloud nine?
Your hand was moving in an out of him at that perfect pace you now knew he loved, doing your best to hit at that spot with only a slight wavering in your aim. Satoruâs legs began shaking, his back arching. He moved the hand that had been digging into your shoulder to your chest, gripping at the flesh of your peck through your shirt desperately.
He suddenly started hitting at your chest, not harshly but almost like tapping out of a fight. You knew what that meant and you didnât stop, he was getting close. He always tried to run away from his own ecstasy, especially with this new foreign source.
When you didnât let up he broke the kiss, crying out your name. âY/N! Y/N-!â
His voice broke as he pushed at your chest, trying to squirm away from you. Your arm over his shoulder then snaked behind his back, hand cupping his side to hold him down as he tried to sit up, as if heâd ever want to run away from this.
âLittle more, baby.â You cooed, holding him back down onto your bed. You looked down at his face now that you had him stilled, and he was so fucking pretty. His eyebrows furrowed and twisted up, eyes closed so tightly it almost looked painful, nose scrunched up so prettily. You could even see some tears wetting his white lashes.
âAh- ah- ah- ah-!â It was like he was moaning with every thrust, body rocking up and down with the force, causing your bed to creak. His knees then suddenly lifted, calves flush to his thighs as they nearly pressed to his chest. His back arched all over again, upper back sort of crushing your forearm but you could withstand it.
His eyes shot wide open like he could believe the pleasure flooding his own body. He was in disbelief at how good it felt. He saw the porn and read some online posts about it but nobody ever said it felt like this! His thighs closed tightly around your wrist, meeting with a clap as the two masses of muscle squeezed at your hand.
He then shot up again, trying to sit up as his wide eyes stayed fixated on your hand fucking in and out, and in and out now that his thighs opened back up only seconds later. He was about to push himself up and close his legs again but you moved that hand from his side down to the back of his thigh, forcing his leg open and pressed back onto his ribs.
âY/N! Y/N!â He cried out again as you yanked him back onto the bed, his legs flying up from the force, his ass almost lifted as well before being forced right back down by the force of your fingers in him alone. Holy shit- he couldnât do this. It was too much!
His body was just scrambling for purchase now, his abdomen coiling almost painfully as pleasure filled his every nerve. Oh, he knew this feeling well but it was so much more than it ever was this time. He was basically screaming by now, crying out in broken, open-mouthed moans as he gave up on calling out for you.
His body was so hot, his chest was so tight, all of his limbs felt absolutely electrified. Fuck, he was gonna die. He was gonna die. This was too much. How could just your hand inside him do this? How the hell? It was so good, so so good he couldnât stay still.
With one last loud cry his head shot back again, his upper body twisting so he could hug your head to his chest, back arching into you one last time before he came all over his now-wrinkled shirt. Each white rope almost came out in quick spurts, like his body was just eager to force whatever he could out after all that. Emptying every bit of what heâd just felt.
The relief was so fucking good. You hand fucking him through it before gradually slowing as his nerves dulled out to soft hums of the pleasure that once lit them up. His back fell flat onto the mattress again as he panted, chest rising and flaking rapidly but gradually easing. He could even feel the ache in his heart ceasing after a while.
He stayed still like that for a while, head tilted back into your pillow, arm wrapped around you, legs limply open. He was so at peace now that his body calmed down. Fuuuck, maybe he had died. There was nothing he could imagine that could ever make his body feel this light.
After however long (he couldnât really tell) you kissed at his open and easy-access throat, soft kisses to ground him back to reality. He almost wanted to swat you away like you were waking him up from one hell of a good dream, but then he remembered he wasnât in heaven, just sweating on your bed with his own cum drying on his shirt.
He took a deep breath and sighed blissful like he just took the best drink of water heâd ever had. He slowly brought his head back down to face you, looking into your eyes with his own foggy, half-lidded ones. His eyelashes were damp with tears that sat there and never left, only soaking his waterline. His lips were glossy with your mixed saliva but such a pretty pink, plumped slightly due to the bruising kisses.
âHeyâŠâ you whispered softly, allowing your words to register and ground him. Once they processed, a slow, cute smile grew onto his face. âHeyâŠâ he replied.
After a while of just looking at each other you finally leaned in to kiss again, a soft, wholesome one compared to your earlier makeouts.
Whilst kissing you, he began to think.
If it felt that good to get fingered, how the hell was your dick gonna feel?
satoru gojo is rarely ever dominant. he much rather have you take care of him and provide him with all the pleasure heâd ever dream of, but, he canât lie, he loves seeing you squirming underneath him.
his hand lazy stroked up and down, fingers loosely wrapped around you as he edged you for what felt like days.
you didnât even remember when it started, he had just got home, pushed you onto the bed, pulled your pants down and got to work.
he usually only does this when heâs had a stressful day, itâs not like you mind. seeing your handsome man sitting inbetween your legs was certainly a sight. one that made you twitch in his hand.
he only giggles, leaning down and licking your tip, groaning at the taste of your pre cum on his tongue. he loved how you tasted, gosh, he would suck your dick every hour if youâd let him.
he grins up at you, flashing that charming, boyish smile that always made you swoon. even as he jerked you off, you couldnât help but find him utterly adorable.
âhow ya feelinâ, babe?â
he teases, his eyes crinkling in the corner at the way you bite your lip, his palm warm and soft around your cock.
you let out a shaky breath, clicking your tongue before speaking.
his eyes only dilate further, his dimple popping out even more as he just smiles at you, looking so in love you could practically see the hearts around him.
âIâm glad.â
he murmurs, unable to take his eyes off you. the way he was just beaming at you while jerking you off, he had been doing this for hours, pushing you to the edge just to leave you teary eyed and wanting.
he couldnât help it, he loved seeing your reactions so much it hurt. his heart beat so fast for you, his life revolved around you. getting to do anything intimate with you was always the best part of his day.
he speeds up, making a rougher jerking motion with his fist as he strokes upwards, his free hand coming down to fondle your balls.
you tilt your head back, feeling yourself getting close again, you knew what was coming, he was gonna leave you hanging again.
you were leaking all over his hand at this rate, pre cum dripping down your shaft, in between his fingers and in his palm, creating some decent lube.
you groan lowly, eyes fluttering shut as your breathing picks up, hips bucking up into satoruâs hands.
âsatoru- oh fuck- fuckk.â
he cheeses, cheeks bright red, matching that at the tips of his ears.
âuh huh..?â
âyeah, shit-â
satoru licks his lips, eyes never leaving yours, his hand moving up and down with such intent, for a split second you thought he was actually gonna do it, until he stops, pulling his hand away to rest on your thigh.
you didnât even complain this time, only squeezing your eyes and fists shut, whining in frustration, feeling the pricks of tears bubble in the corners of your eyes.
âsatoru, come ON.â
this earns a loud laugh from said man. satoru flopping back on the bed, acting all happy and swooning as if you werenât here so pent up and sexually frustrated.
he speaks through laughs, wiping the non existent tears out of his eyes.
âokay- but- cmon, that was pretty funny!â
you deadpan him.
âwhat?!â
you didnât even need to explain.
âyn, look, I thought it was pretty funny. sorry not everyone has the same humor!â
he defends, raising his hands in a joking manner, scooting back towards you, hands slowly sliding up your thighs, satoru leaning in closer and closer until his nose pressed against yours.
âyou need me, baby?â
you donât need him. screw him! worst husband ever, honestly. youâd trade him for a bag of-
âyes.â
no hesitation.
instead of immediately pulling back and giving you the pleasure youâve been craving, he exhales, bumping his forehead against your before chuckling, a light, carefree tone, one he only had around you.
âgood, cause I need you too, okay?â
he whispers, his baby blue eyes studying yours, searching deep within the own hues of your eyes, the same ones he could stare at all day and all night.
before you could respond heâs moving down, sliding in between your legs again. one hand wrapping around your base as he leans down, his lips gently wrapping around your tip.
the salty, musky taste of you makes a shiver run through his spine, he was so fucking turned on, rock solid in his pants but he didnât care.
you were so handsome, so jaw dropping. you and your body both! satoru loved you, so, so much.
he couldnât believe he got this to himself. what do you mean you chose him? you picked him? out of all people? you were so perfect, and he had so many flaws.
no, he would prove himself (as if he didnât know how hopelessly devoted you were to him), he would give you everything you wanted and more, and that includes sexual gratification.
his tongue laps at the slit of your cock, making sure to catch any wandering drops of pre. his hand, still wrapped around your base, slowly starts moving again, more so massaging rather than stroking.
âah.. okay.. yeahh, thats it. fuck-â
you grunt out, head dipping back in pleasure, the warmth slowly starting to build in your gut again, the tingly, lovesick feeling that satoru always made you feel.
you could feel satoru start smiling against you, taking in more and more of your dick every second, whines and hums leaving his throat.
he scoots forward, almost wrapping himself around your leg, hips rocking against your calf. he was so hard, a wet patch forming, already leaking through his boxers and pants.
the feeling of his tongue swirling around you was clouding your thoughts, not that they werenât already filled with satoru. you thought about him every minute of everyday, and donât worry, satoruâs right there with you.
he doubles down, trying to push you to the edge again, this time with no intention of stopping. he wanted to see you break, to see you fall apart with pure ecstasy under him.
he loved it. he lived for your reactions, truly. anything you did, he was a fan of.
he starts jerking your base harder, the wet sounds of him sucking you off filling the room, along with your occasional groan or grunt.
your hands grip at the sheets, trying to find some sort of purchase as he pushes you further more and more.
you could feel his spit dripping down your shaft and balls, a slow, viscous warmth pooling in your lower regions.
it was all so wet and sticky, satoru having driven you to the edge numerous times before this.
âbaby- oh, please. iâm so close. iâm gonna cum.. let me cum?â
satoru wants to cry, your begging makes his heart skip a beat, a newfound enthusiasm finding his actions, sucking and licking away at you, tongue swirling back and forth around your head, tracing the veins of your shaft and back.
his touch, his mouth, his everything was so addicting. he was addicting.
he gently taps your thigh twice, his way of telling you he was ready for your load.
it takes a few seconds before you could truly let go, cock twitching hard in his mouth before you white out for a split second.
you bite your lip, hard, hard enough to draw blood before groaning loudly, back arching up off the bed.
satoru keeps pushing you, even as the hot, thick ropes of your semen hit his throat, he kept sucking away, wanting to milk you for all you were worth. he always wanted your next orgasm to be the best, though not like it would be bad with him around.
his head stays buried in your crotch, mouth wrapped around you like a vice, now deep throating you casually?
you reach down, weakly pushing at his forehead.
âokay.. okay.. stop. too much, toru.â
he pulls off with a pop, your dick flopping back against your stomach limply, the life having been drained out of it from your baby boy in front of you.
you only shake your head, tugging him up by the collar of his shirt, satoru falling against you with a content smile.
satoru props his head up on his chin, smiling at you adoringly.
âso⊠did you enjoy it?â
heâs met with a pillow thrown in his face, as well as muttered complaints by you about how he took so long so actually let you cum.
satoru simply giggles, rolling over onto his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling, unable to resist stealing glances every thirty seconds.
finally after he scoots back over, curling up against you and pressing his lower half against your side, do you realize.
you were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter eating breakfast by yourself. you didnât mind, you had wanted your boyfriend to get his well deserved rest.
satoru barely slept as is, so anytime he managed to stay asleep, you did everything in your power to keep it that way.
it had been a slow morning. you had woken up to the golden light of the sun streaming in through the blinds of your shared bedroom.
satoru was draped over you, his head tucked into your neck, warm breath fanning your skin.
you could feel yourself starting to get restless, satoruâs heavy weight only making you want to get up more.
by the way he was completely relaxed against you, and the slight dampness of his drool, he was knocked out.
you had struggled deciding whether or not to get up and leave him, if he knew you were leaving he would never let you hear the end of it.
but you eventually slipped out from under him, earning a low, sleepy whine before he nuzzled into the pillow, curling up under the blankets, trying to find the warmth that had left him.
you idly lift up a piece of bacon, humming at the combination of the bacon and the minty aftertaste of your toothpaste.
a low groan sounds from behind you, a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, followed by a soft head of hair pressing into your neck.
âwhy did you leave me..?â
satoru murmurs, his voice muffled against your shirt as he spoke, voice all raspy and dazed from sleep.
you couldnât help but laugh, smiling and reaching down, rubbing his arm in greeting.
âI didnât leave you. I just went to make some food..â
it wasnât technically a lie, you did want to get some food, but you mainly wanted to get up and around.
âsorry? you left our bed. ..and me. thats an insane betrayal, babe!â
he presses himself against your back, making another whining sound, his way of telling you heâs not happy with that.
âsatoru..â
you start, satoru only starting to trail kisses up your neck, then jaw, pressing his lips against your temple.
âI hate waking up without you.â
he confesses, trying to slump his body weight against you.
âI know, itâs just-â
ânah, no buts.â
he murmurs, frowning against your temple now, his fingers curling into your shirt.
âyou know I canât sleep properly without youâŠâ
that was true. now you were remembering, a pang of guilt shooting through you, but at the same time your body was practically thrumming with energy.
you sigh, reaching a hand up to scratching the back of your neck, satoruâs hand coming up, taking your hand in his before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a soft, wet kiss to your knuckles.
âI know, I know.â
it was a weak defense, but it was too early for anything to really matter to either of you.
satoru slowly lowers your hand, keeping it tightly entwined with his and wrapping it back around your waist.
he pulls back a fraction, using one hand to turn you in his arms before burying his face in your neck again.
âletâs go back to bed..â
here we goâŠ
this was the part where satoru would go through every trick in the book to pull you back into his arms.
he starts gently sucking on your pulse point, pulling you flush against him.
âsatoru, itâs already almost 10 am.. you can go back to sleep if you want but I donât wanna ruin my sleep schedule.â
he immediately groans in annoyance, pulling his head back to look up at you, big, blue eyes staring up at yours.
âbaby.. please. letâs go back to bed?â
attempt number two.
âno, satoru. Iâm sorry, but Iâm ready to wake up for the day.â
he huffs, shoulders slumping, exaggerated frown finding his face.
âyn, câmon, please.â
âno.â
âbabe.â
âsatoru, no.â
âbut- babyyyyy..â
âsatoru.â
he goes quiet, letting out a breath, staring at you expectantly.
the corners of your lips upturn, unable to help the amusement and adoration he brought to your life. even when he annoyed you or pestered you, he was the light of your life.
he wets his lips, silently preparing for his next tactic, but you knew satoru gojo, you knew his every little quirk and habit.
he starts leaning in, the ghost of a smile crossing his features.
his face is inches away now, breath tickling your own lips, his eyes dilated as he stares into yours.
âare you sure?â
is all he asks, boyish smile widening across his lips.
you narrow your eyes, slowly raising a brow. you watch as satoruâs eyes glance at your lips, slowly meeting yours again, making a small wiggle of his brows before leaning in.
you donât kiss him back at first, satoru smiling unashamedly against your mouth as he kisses you.
slowly he pulls back, brows furrowing now, lips forming a pout.
ânot even kissing me back? what, did you wake up and decide it was hate satoru day or something?â
he teases, genuine worry starting to fill his voice as he rocks back and forth on his heels.
âno, nothing like that. you know I love you.â
he shrugs, looking away from you.
âoh come on, donât be like that.â
he hums in faux agreement.
âsatoru.â
he groans loudly in frustration now, tilting his head back, adamâs apple bobbing under the pale skin of his neck.
âwhy canât you just lay down with me. you donât have to sleep if you donât want to. just hold me, and appreciate me, and love me.â
he pauses after that, as if expecting you to mindlessly agree.
âunless you hate me and want to break up..â
oh my gosh.
âŠ
around five minutes later you end up back in bed, shaking your head in disbelief as satoru happily clings to you, body pressing against yours and curling against you like you had never left.
his hair tickles your chin, your hand coming up to tangle in the soft, white locks.
satoru hums in content, smiling against your chest, arms tightening further around you.
if he had a tail, you were certain it would be wagging right now. he had gotten everything he wanted, kisses, cuddles, and you back in bed with him.
he really wasnât that hard to please, as long as you were there, he really didnât care. (well, as long as you give him all the affection he would ever want).
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posting on tumblr lowk fun. i need to start posting my thoughts more.
I think I could go on and on about gojo or sukuna for days.đ€€đ€€âđŒâđŒ
satoru was a mess, both physically and emotionally. his mind was racing, yet at the same time, it was blank. he felt numb, yet his body thrummed with frantic energy.
his white hair was splayed out against the pillows, soft, damp strands spread out on the fabric, his hair blending in slightly.
you couldnât help but reach a hand up, carding through the strands, pushing his hair back, forehead damp with sweat, a testament to the passion and heat you two had shared.
he was exhausted. that much was obvious.
he had cum all over his stomach, old and new, slowly pooling in his abs. he had lost track of how many times heâd came, mind simply switching off in favor of pleasure. he also had your cum dripping out of him, a big wet patch on your sheets that you were definitely gonna have to clean.
his eyes were half lidded, legs still lazily wrapped around you, a stray tear sliding down his cheek. even in his exhaustion, he still looked like the most gorgeous thing in the world. if anything, he looked more gorgeous, all spent and tired because of you.
his hand slides from the back of your neck to your shoulder, slowly tracing his finger around the shape of your shoulder blade. a mindless, subconscious ministration, a way for him to keep touching you in this state.
his body was littered with bites and marks, hickies traveling from his inner thighs to the back of his neck. he could feel bruises forming all over. he welcomed the pain, enjoying the reminder of how good you made him feel.
satoru didnât normally feel in general. his infinity hadnât just made a barrier to protect himâit made a barrier to keep out all and any touch.
the touch you gave himâthe way you made him feel. it was so intense, so mind-numbing. it was so rare for satoru to let anyone see him exposed. letting you in like this? it was a whole other level.
âsatoruâŠâ
you murmur, making sure to keep your voice low, not wanting to alarm him or ruin the intimate moment.
after a small pause, he slowly tilts his head up, blown, crystal blue eyes finding yours. he looked so small, so drained. you wanted nothing more than to protect him and take care of him.
â..mm?â
he hums lowly, too slumped to even properly form words. his body was doing most of the talking, but that was fine, you knew how to read satoru gojo. years of carefully picked out words and actions led to this, and it was all worth it.
he was worth it.
âyou want me to clean you up, baby?â
you didnât really need to ask; you were going to no matter what he said. you would never leave him alone or left like this.
he only nods, arms slowly wrapping around your neck once more, only this time heâs waiting for comfort and reassurance instead of friction and dirty talk.
your hands come down, gently wrapping around his calves and wrapping them around your waist again, satoru getting the hint, weakly tightening them, hopefully enough to not fall loose.
you shuffle off the bed, bare feet finding the floor, slowly standing up with a 6â3 baby in your arms.
he buries his face in your neck, warm breath hitting your neck as you walk to the bathroom, one arm wrapped under satoru, the other wrapped around his back, holding him against you.
the bathroom tile is cold under your feet, hand searching the dark wall for the light switch and turning the dim light on. walking in and carefully sitting satoru down on the closed toilet seat. leaning in and a quick kiss to his hair before turning the shower on.
the sound of water running fills the room, filling the comfortable silence.
it was peaceful. there was no rushing, no expectations. it was just you and him. he was waiting for you.
you keep your hand under the water, waiting for it to heat up. when it reaches the perfect temperature, you turn back, arms gently slipping under his arms, hoisting him up against you.
you help maneuver satoru into the shower, basically just carrying him as he leans all 200 lbs of him against you.
his arms were wrapping around your waist, legs trying to tangle with yours, even as you both stood there, water starting to wash away all the fluids and sweat away.
you steady him, hands finding his waist and holding him up right, satoru tried clinging onto you, even as you reached for the shampoo, uncapping it and squirting some into your palms, starting to run it through his.
he practically melted into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, a content sigh leaving his lips as your hands comb through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp, earning a low purr from the man.
the water cascades over both of you, sending soapy suds all over satoru from his hair, the clean, fruity smell of the expensive shampoo he had sitting in there filling the room.
it was all very satoru.
the shampoo soaks for a minute before you bring him close, tilting his head and washing his hair out, freehand covering his eyes to make sure he gets no water in them.
satoru was all very docile throughout this, thoroughly fucked and done. he trusted you completely. he trusted you with his whole life, of course, he trusted you to wash him off.
after making sure all the shampoo gets washed out, you grab the conditioner, it was a matching set to the bottle of shampoo, the same designer brand he loved.
as you go to put the soap in his hair, you pause for a moment, just taking in the visual of your boyfriend.
his head was tilted back, chin up. his eyes were closed, hair wet and flat against his face, only making his features sharper, even prettier. his lips were soft, a beautiful light pink, perfectly matching the blush that always lingered when he was around you.
his pale skin bloomed with flashes of red and purple, teeth marks dotting his body. his chest rose and fell, slowly, signaling just how comfortable he truly was.
you were his home. he saw you staying by his side for the rest of his life. he saw himself getting used to this. he saw himself sharing a bed and a home with you. he saw himself sharing a life with you.
you repeat your motions from earlier, working the conditioner into his hair, feeling it turn even softer in your fingers, knowing you were gonna bury your nose in those strands the second you two were out of the shower and under your covers.
satoru stayed put the entire time, letting your hands roam his hair freely, corners of his lips upturned just a hint.
by the time the two of you leave the shower, your skin was starting to prune. the warmth and steam making you and satoru more lethargic and clingy.
you both stumble out of the shower, your hand staying in satorus as you grab a towel, turning with a smile and starting to dry him off.
you start with his hair, scrubbing the towel all over his hair, making sure to dry him well, then sliding it down, drying his shoulders, chest, and arms, then his stomach and thighs, his legs and back.
before you could act, he takes the towel from you, tugging you forward, sleepy eyes watching as he starts mimicking your actions, rubbing the towel all over your head, then going down.
a smile found your face, he was so cute. the way he just took the towel. he wanted to help too, and you loved it.
the two of you donât bother with clothes, ditching the towel on the bathroom floor and making a run for the bed, craving the warmth and safety of the blankets, not the cool air of the air conditioner.
you basically carried him to the bed, his legs still too jelly to work properly, but you didnât mind. youâd carry him around all day if he just asked.
the warmth of the sheets completely contrasts the coolness of the outside air. now the closeness and intimacy of being skin to skin under the blankets filled the room.
satoru had curled up next to you the second he was on the mattress, leg thrown over your hip, arm wrapping around your waist, his face pressing against your chest.
your arms wrapped around him tight, legs intertwining with his, wanting to pull him as close as possible. you pulled the covers up high, pulling them up over satoru, making sure he stays warm.
your skin was already warm, so soft and smooth, and you smelled so good. satoru felt like he was in paradise. he didnât know what he did to deserve this, but he hoped it would never end.
he loved this. he honestly, truly loved this. he loved you.
being able to just lay in your arms, being able to complain about being sore. it was a privilege, one that he was not going to be ungrateful for.
he knew his body was going to be telling a different story tomorrow, but he didnât care.
if he had to deal with a bit of soreness and inconvenience, so be it. it would be worth it for you. anything is worth it for you.
.
ââŠbaby?â
a low whisper breaks you from your dreams, a haze of sleepiness clouding your mind as you struggle to blink open your eyes, the sight of white hair filling your view.
âsatoru?â
you grumble out, voice deep and raspy from being woken up. you could see the small pout on his face, brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, pushing his face closer to yours as if that would wake you up more.
âI need to go pee.â
what?
your silence said everything, only earning a small groan from the man. he couldnât resist pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. exhaling a breath of faux annoyance as he speaks again.
âI canât really use my legs by myself, remember?â
the rare moments when sukuna is actually clingy and acts like he's yours>>
you hadn't even made it out of bed before sukuna's arms were wrapping around you, pulling you back down against your shared bed. his movements were sluggish, still tired from sleep, but awake enough to realize you were trying to leave.
he pulls you back against him, all four arms wrapped around you tight, holding your body flush against his. two of his hands gripped your waist, the others splaying out against your front, keeping you close against his chest.
"what are you doing..?"
he mutters lowly, his voice rough and gravely from just waking up. you feel your stomach flutter, even after hearing his voice every morning for years, you still werenât used to it.
you bring your hands up, grabbing onto his forearms and turning your head to look back at him, which only made the fluttering in your stomach worsen tenfold.
his eyes were half-lidded, narrowed in on you; if you didn't know him any better, you would think he was glaring at you. his pink hair was ruffled, short spikes going in every direction. his lips were downturned in a small frown; clearly, he hadn't been happy at the thought of you leaving.
"getting up?"
you reply, an amused smile finding your face as you turn in his grasp. he didn't stop you, letting you turn until you were chest to chest with him.
sukuna grumbles at your words, frowning further, his arms tightening around you instinctively, as if preparing for you to try and get up out of his arms again.
"no."
is all he says, pulling you even closer. the second your cheek hit his collarbone, you wanted to melt against him. he was so warm and soft. the skin of his chest wasn't like his hands, having built up years of calluses; instead, it was smooth, almost like a baby's.
you almost wanted to give in, to just go back to sleep in sukuna's arms; his warmth was inviting and practically calling your name. before you could even make a complaint sukuna's voice continues.
"you don't need to 'get up'."
he murmurs, his fingers starting to trace little patterns on your back, effectively destroying any possible retort you had. at your silence, sukuna starts to relax again, slowly letting himself fall back asleep, but you weren't gonna give in that easily.
you slide your hand up his side, gripping his side and trying to push back, pulling your head up away from sukunas. sukuna only grumbles, arms tightening further around you, wrapped around you like a vice.
after a challenging battle of pushing away from sukunaâs grasp, you somehow manage to loosen his grip, arms still locked around you, but now in a loose hold.
slowly you start sliding down, shuffling out of his grasp, carefully throwing your legs over the edge of the mattress before standing.
you made sure every movement was silent. nothing got past sukuna so you had to put up your best shot.
after making sure the coast was clear and you got off scott free, you turn, ready to start the day, even if sukuna didnât want to.
âwhere are you goingâŠ?â
a hand reaches forwardâthen another, both of his right hands lock around your arm, tugging you back against him, into your rightful spot next to him.
this time you sigh, reaching up to pat his back, trying to get him to do something.
âryoâŠâ
he only exhales through his nose, eyes closed, purposefully avoiding looking at you.
âryo.. the sun is starting to rise. itâs time to-â
before you could finish your sentence, sukuna rolls, taking you with him, laying fully on top of you, almost crushing you with his sheer weight.
your face was smushed against his neck, body completely shadowed by sukunaâs. sukuna presses his face into your hair, clearly telling you he wasnât letting you win this.
after a few moments of silence and contemplation, you huff, begrudgingly wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting your fate as sukunaâs favorite pillow.
sukuna shifts, bringing his top set of arms to slip under your head, his lower set of arm staying wrapped tight around you. he finally relaxes, seemingly pleased with your submission.
if this was what it took to stay by his side, you didnât mind, youâd probably do anything for that stubborn pink haired man.
besides he was really warm, and he did smell goodâŠ
summary. - sukuna is pent up. what better way to relieve himself than to use your body? wc. 7.1k
cw. - smut, sex without prep, spit as lube, swearing, p in a, riding, handjobs, orgasm denial, dubcon, blood, unprotected sex, making out, rough sex, multiple orgasms, size difference (Itâs true form sukuna cmon..), he uses his technique on you, choking, overstimulation, hair pulling, belly bulge, manhandling, mocking, power imbalance.
it was late, the sun having set hours ago, almost everyone either sleeping or alone to their own spaces. you were as well, although not as alone as you had wanted to be.
you had gone to bed hoping there wouldn't be any distractions or anyone bothering you. you should've known that was too much to ask for..
currently a grumpy sukuna sat to your left, his shoulders slumped forward, head dipped down. he had a frown on his face, his brows creased in concentration. he had been oddly quiet since he barged into your room.
this hadn't been the first time he'd done this. it wasn't the first, or the second, or the third. you had lost count of how many times sukuna had come into your room complaining; tonight felt different, though.
he hadnât said anything, simply walking over and sinking down onto your bed. it wasnât super out of character for the king of curses, especially not after a tiring day like today.
he had been wrapped up in meetings, receiving the endless offerings the townspeople bring, and whatever kingly duties he does every day. you didnât really keep track, not that it mattered to you.
the only thing that mattered right now was that you had a giant, brooding beast sitting on your bed. any minute now, he would start complainingâhe always did, about some inconvenience he had encountered earlier. a subtle movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention.
sukuna had shifted, body turned slightly more towards you now. you narrowed your eyes at the man, watching in silence for his next move. you saw one of his bottom eyes glance over, trying to act auspicious.
you couldnât resist the way the corners of your lips turned up, amusement crossing your features. sukuna only frowned further, almost in a sneer, his eyes flashing with a hint of disdain.
âwhat are you smiling at.â
he mutters, the words more of a statement than a question. you could tell he was resisting the urge to pounce on you, the way his fingers twitched, the way he had his leg pushed up just slightly as if getting ready to move.
sukuna was easy to read, at least to you he was. after knowing him for so long you learned to understand his habits and body language, though he tries his best not to show his true intentions.
âoh nothing..â
your response made sukuna pause, turning to face you now, all four eyes dead set on you.
â..nothing?â
he repeats, his tone almost a warning. you hum in response, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.
âdo you think Iâm smiling at something?â
sukuna lets out a breath, chest rising and falling automatically as he moves closer. one of his lower arms reach out, palm pressing flat against the mattress as he leans over you.
looking up at him with a neutral expression, his lip twitches, clearly disapproving of your lack of reaction. he was the king of curses, why werenât you scared? you didnât even look alarmed, just mildly amused.
âdonât play dumb with me, boy.â
you raise a hand in mock defense, chuckling lowly, a small smile finding your face.
âsorry, your majesty.â
you retort teasingly, watching as his face shifts just enough to reveal his annoyance. sukuna always tried to conceal his emotions, but he couldnât deny the way you broke down his usual defenses.
he hated that you could get under his skin like no one else could. he hated that he hadnât just killed you sooner. every time someone asks why he hasnât killed you, he doesnât have an answer, not one that he likes.
instead of responding to you and egging on further teasing from your stupid, handsome face, sukuna crawls over, straddling your thighs with his own. yet again, you donât even react, eyes only lazily following after his movements.
sukunas head tilts down at the feeling of something on his thighs, your hands spread against the bulk of his legs. his top set of eyes stays staring at you, his bottom set glaring at your hands.
âyou talk too confident for a man underneath me right now.â
âbut youâre the one whose sitting in my lap right now.â
he tensed ever so slightly at this, glancing off for a split second before looking back at you, clenching his jaw as he adds.
âwatch your mouth.â
sukuna leans closer, slowly inching down towards your face, his upper pair of arms caging your head in. he wanted to wipe that smug smirk off your face. who gave you the right to hold your head so high around him?
well, he guessed it was him. he had never stopped you. he never seriously tried to injure you. he threatened you and insulted you, and you push back every time. maybe that was why he liked you so much.
you give his thighs a small squeeze, carefree smirk on your face. your eyes stayed focused on him, staring straight into his before feeling a hand slide your shirt up.
the warmth of sukunas palm against your stomach made your breath hitch, sukunas eyes narrowing at the sight. he continues sliding his hand up further and further until the fabric bunched up around your neck and shoulders.
you shift, trying to sit up so you can properly take your shirt off before sukunas hand pushes you down, keeping you pressed against the mattress.
âstay still.â
sukuna murmurs, not giving you a warning before he makes a flick of his hand, two fingers swiping over your shirt, cutting directly through it and your skin.
you hiss, watching as the fabric falls back against the mattress, blood prickling up in a straight line across your collarbones where sukuna had cut your shirt off.
you deadpan the man, huffing in disbelief. he smirks in response, entertained by your reaction.
âwhat?â
âuh you cut my favorite shirt up?â
sukuna only scoffs, crossing his bottom pair of arms as he speaks, one of his hands grabbing the now ripped cloth and tossing it aside.
âthis measly article of clothing holds no value.â
âto you maybe. I actually liked-â
before you could finish your sentence sukuna leans down, licking across the cut on your torso, earning a shiver from you. it stung yet at the same time it provided a little relief to the pain.
sukuna doesnât pull back yet, lightly nipping at your collarbone, dragging his teeth down the skin of your chest and stomach, sucking small marks occasionally.
you bite your lip, watching sukuna trail marks down your body. his lower pair of arms uncross, hands finding your waist, holding you down on the mattress.
when sukuna pulls back he has an mischievous expression on his face, biting back a grin as one of his hands tug on the waistband of your pants.
and just like before you didnt protest, sukuna stretching his arms back and yawning, as if that would distract you from his scheming. he flicks his hand to the side and then down. your hand instinctively flies down, wanting to protect your most precious part.
one of sukunas hands shoot down, grabbing yours before you could do anything. you didnât feel the stinging pain of your skin being cut open this time, sukunas voice explaining before you could ask.
âI didnât cut as deep this time..â he pauses before adding. âcouldnât damage your only redeeming quality.â
âso you only want me for my dick?â
sukunas smirk widens at the face you make, slowly letting your hand go in favor of returning to his purchase on your waist.
âyes. I figured you wouldâve realized that by now.â
you donât respond to that, not wanting to give sukuna what he wanted. he takes your silence as confirmation to continue, hand tearing away the scraps of fabric on your legs, leaving you bare under him.
sukunas top pair of hands glide up your chest, moving to rest on your shoulders, keeping you still as he looks down, gathering his saliva before spitting on your cock.
the sensation of wetness slowly sliding down your shaft causes you to cringe, your brows furrowing. it didnât necessarily feel bad nor good, and yet before you could even react sukunas hand wraps around you, jerking slowly.
all you could do was watch, staring up at him as he pumps you, the blood rushing lower in your body, slowly filling your cock. sukuna grins at the sight of you hardening in his hand, the mouth on his stomach licking its lips.
by the time you were fully hard, sukunas spit had been smeared everywhere but where he needed it. he doesnât stop the movement of his hand around you, continuing the stroking as he leans down, lips pressing against yours.
sukuna bit down on your lip, hard, forcing his tongue inside, lapping up the saliva in your mouth greedily, as if your spit was his only source of hydration.
he swipes his thumb over your slit, rubbing circles with every stroke, his hand swallowing your dick. sukunas hands were already huge and you werenât even a small guy.
you groan shamelessly into his mouth, your arms coming up to wrap around his beefy shoulders. it was difficult to move, sukunas hands had you pretty well stuck to the bed and he definitely wasnât letting you go anytime soon.
sukunas hand speeds up itâs movements, weakly trying to buck your hips up to no avail, his body weight and limbs had you pinned.
he eats up all the sounds you let out into his mouth, grinning against your lips. you did your best to kiss back, trying to keep up with his pace on both your mouth and your dick.
you could feel the heat building in your gut, wanting to cling onto the pleasure because knowing sukuna.. this was just the beginning.
his hand doesnât stop, not for one second. even as he feels you twitching in his hand he still doesnât stop, pushing you closer to the edge with every twist of his fist.
you mutter out curses against his lips, sukuna humming in approval, kissing you harder. you whine against his mouth, sukuna pausing for a moment before he speaks, face right in front of yours, breath fanning your lips.
âyouâre gonna cum already?â
he laughs lowly, as if he wasnât jerking you off faster than you could count.
âpathetic.â
and just like that the pleasure that was about to burst in your stomach stopped. the feeling of your orgasm fading away making you almost sick to your stomach. sukuna wiping his hand off, the mouth on his stomach licking the taste of you off his fingers.
you let out a shaky laugh, tilting your head back in frustration, sukunas lips finding your neck, sucking and biting at your skin. you couldnât even bring it in you to stop him, the previous build up from before still settling low in your gut.
âyou really thought I would solely provide pleasure for you? I donât do such frivolous things for others. I do these things for me.â
he practically growls into your ear, the pure glee in his tone ticking you off. this guy got off on making you feel like this, well that was to be expected, he was a literal walking monster.
sukunas hands pull away from your shoulders, moving now to press them against your chest, using the leverage to push himself up and slip his own pants off.
âoh so you donât cleave your own pants up?â
sukuna only huffs, rolling his eyes, whether in amusement or annoyance you werenât quite sure.
your words fall flat, complaints being long forgotten as sukuna spits into his palm, wrapping his hand around your length, making sure to coat you fully in his saliva again.
sukuna positions himself over you, two of his hands spreading himself for you.
your hands find sukunas shoulders again, sliding them down to grip his biceps tight, sucking in a breath as he slowly lowers himself.
the noise that escaped him was almost embarrassing, but you felt too good inside him to care. if you said anything he would just kill you, so it didnât matter. (he totally wouldnât kill you)
as he sinks down onto your length you can only squeeze your eyes shut, the tightness near overwhelming. sukuna was always tight, he wasnât into the idea of âprepâ, not before, and certainly not now.
not that he hadnât considered the idea of letting you stretch him out with your fingers.
his thighs settle against yours with a quiet plap, you snuggly seated inside him. sukuna hated the way his stomach felt during this, all fuzzy and gross.
sukuna stares down at you, watching the way you struggle to keep quiet. he knew how much his body affected you, and he abused it every time he had the chance. your hands sliding down his back make him falter for a second, the action one far too soft for someone like him.
sukuna lets out a small exhale, his hands come around to grab your waist, his one hand on your chest still holding him steady. he could see the slight tremble to his arms, the feeling of being impaled on you making his body react in ways that made him look weak.
he had to give you credit; no personâconcubine or otherâhad ever made him feel this good. though he had to suppose itâs because you had a big dick, right? that had to be it. no other reason.
sukuna shifts, earning a quiet groan from both you and him. the feeling of your tip driving further into him was a lot. He bites his lip, suppressing low noises threatening to spill out of him as he runs his hand down his front, pausing at the curve on his stomach.
he laughs, low and velvety, a genuine laugh from him as he looks back up at you, hand still on his stomach.
"what?" you mutter out through clenched teeth, staring at the man on top of you.
sukuna only shakes his head, using his pointer and middle finger to press down on the protrusion.
"oh shit- sukuna.."
you groan out, his warmth and tightness pressing down on your sensitive head, right where you sat inside him.
"isn't that cute?"
he lets out a breathy chuckle, still staring down at the bulge you made, rubbing and pressing down on it. you swore you were gonna cum from that, it felt too intense and hot and soft. fuck he felt good.
sukuna moves his hand away from his stomach, instead moving it towards your face, palm pressing against your mouth, muffled complaints from you following. sukuna only smirked, amusement and lust heavy in his gaze.
your eyes flutter shut when he starts lifting up, the spit serving as very poor lube. he would probably use your blood as lube before getting actual lube.
when sukuna sank back down, you could feel every inch of him sliding back down onto you. he didn't stop, didn't stay still and allow room to adjust, no, he lifted himself back up, then down, starting a steady pace.
there was surely no way he felt good doing this. it couldnât feel good, not with the lack of lube. not with the way he was moving, rough and fast, not even giving himself time to enjoy it.
you almost couldn't breathe. you sure as hell couldn't move, not with sukuna on top of you. the movements of his hips grinding down against yours made all potential remarks disappear, only able to focus on the way he lifts up and down on your dick.
sukuna continues slamming his hips down on yours, moving with an odd sense of urgency, one you hadn't seen from him before.
your hands slide down, running past his back and sides to grab his hips, trying to slow him down, one hand coming up to pull his off your mouth, desperately trying to pluck his fingers away from your lips.
"sukuna- slow down.. fuck."
he doesn't pay you any mind, wordlessly moving up and down. he had a focused expression on his face, jaw clenched tight like he was lost in thought.
you repeat his name a few more times before he finally snaps his head down to look at you.
"what."
his movements come to a sudden stop as he spoke, his eyes traveling all over your face, scanning for something you weren't sure of.
you had to take a moment, much to sukunas displeasure, to catch your breath. you were sensitive and hard as a rock, sukunas insistentness wasn't helping.
you shift slightly, trying to sit up, sukunas' grip on you only tightening, a clear sign he didn't want you to move. you could feel his eyes burning holes into yours, impatiently waiting for the reason you had stopped him.
"what's with you tonight? you aren't even ranting like normal. you're just- using me."
sukuna scoffs, rolling his eyes at your words, his hand that was originally on your mouth slithering down to grasp your throat.
"of course I'm using you. what else are you good for?"
in hindsight, you should've realized he didn't care about you. obviously, he didn't, but you couldn't lie and say you didn't have some glimmer of hope that he did, in fact, care and didn't just keep you around as a warm body.
sukunas face contorts slightly, the way his lip twitches, almost in a frown of displeasure at your reaction. you didn't need to say anything; he already knew how you felt about him.
"don't look so glum. you should be honored having me here."
you only hum, glancing off before back at sukuna. "right."
he raises a brow, faintly tilting his head. "you have more to say? spit it out."
sukunas hand slides back up, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look straight at him, lips smushed between his fingers.
"speak, boy."
you struggle in his grasp, his fingernails digging into your cheek as you reply, voice strained.
"just thought.. you wouldn't keep me around like this.. if you didn't at least-"
sukuna cuts you off, shoving his thumb into your mouth, not wanting to hear the rest of your words.
"you thought wrong."
he doesn't hear your response, unable to distinguish the noises coming from you, opting to press his thumb further into your mouth, the sight of you gagging around his thumb making his cock twitch.
one of your hands grab onto his forearm, fingers pressing into the muscle. sukuna's grin only sharpens. he had almost forgot what he was doing, distracted by the sight of you squirming under his hand.
he lets you have this for a moment, slowly removing his finger from your mouth, a silent gesture for you not to continue talking.
he shifts his hips, a strangled groan coming from your throat as he readjusts himself, slowly pushing back up before dropping back down onto your lap.
sukuna returns to riding you, slamming down onto your lap with a concerning amount of intensity. it wasnât even enjoyable to you either! he was practically just jumping up and down on your dick.
sukuna's hand finds your throat again, squeezing gently, a stark contrast to how he was moving his hips. it didnât help that he was 400 lbs of pure muscle, crushing you even further.
your hands flex against his arms, trying to figure out where the best place to grab him would be, eventually deciding on his hips.
sukuna was all big and bulky. he took up a lot of space and basically dwarfed you in every way. there were plenty of places to grab on his body, but whether you were allowed to or not was up to him.
he seemed okay with your hands digging into his hips; if anything, he was pleased by it.
you could feel yourself getting close again, sukuna's repetitive motions on your cock pushing you further.
you imagined he would let you cum this time, not wanting to take the time to get off you and wait for your orgasm to fade away again.
your hands tighten on sukuna's hips as you get closer. you could feel yourself leaking inside him, pre cum serving as a very much needed lubricant.
you almost wanted to cry, on the verge of your eyes watering but not wanting sukuna to see. it was too much in such a short amount of time. his hips wouldnât stop, moving up and down faster.
sukunas hands were traveling all over your body at this point, one on your neck, one on your chest, still keeping him propped up while the other two grope and feel you up.
his hands squeezed at your pecs, shoulders, arms, waist, anywhere he could reach. he always explored you like you were his, and in some sick, twisted way, you were, just not how you wanted.
you grunt, tilting your head back as you feel the pleasure building again, growing bigger and bigger.
âsukuna,â
you groan out through clenched teeth, chest rising and falling rapidly as you get pushed to the edge.
sukuna didn't need further confirmation, understanding what you were getting at. his hand on your throat squeezes a bit harder, trying to get a reaction from you.
your nails dug into the skin of his hips, surely drawing blood with how hard you were holding him. if it affected sukuna he didn't show it, keeping up the pace he originally had.
sukuna leans down again, face inches from yours as he speaks, expression scarily calm.
"go ahead."
is all he gives you.
and the simple "go ahead" from sukuna was all you needed, letting go, your dick doing the only thinking.
sukuna tilts his head up, adam's apple bobbing in front of you as he rides you to your release.
you didn't say anything, feeling your balls tighten, turning your head to the side and doing your best to press your face into the pillow as you cum, warmth instantly shooting through your dick.
it felt good, of course it did, sukuna always made you cum stupidly hard, even if the buildup wasn't great. your high didn't last nearly as long as you had wanted it to.
you tried holding onto it, relishing in the way sukuna kept going, shuddering at the feeling of your cum dripping out of his hole. you could feel the stickiness forming between you two already, your balls sticking to him slightly with every press of his body against yours.
as your peak fades away, it slowly gets replaced by sensitivity, the feeling of overstimulation setting in as sukuna moves, not having slowed down once.
you press your face into the pillow harder, trying not to get overwhelmed. sukuna's hips start stuttering, grunting or groaning with every roll of his hips.
he was getting close too, face pressing into the crook of your neck. his breath was warm, everything was warm. his body was hot, skin pressing against yours.
you were surprised you weren't sweating more, sukuna's body serving as a personal heater. the fact that you two were having sex didn't help that; it just made it even hotter.
sukuna presses down further against you, your bodyâs almost completely flush. you could feel his hardness against your abdomen, his tip sticky with pre.
as sukuna rolled his hips, he grinds against you, trying to reach his own peak. the desperation in his movements catches you off guard, sukuna was never like this.
he was acting weird tonight. normally he would come in, make you fuck him, rant about the people he slaughtered and then heâd leave, but he was acting strange tonight.
you suck in a breath, mentally preparing for him to flat out refuse you as you start, voice low and hesitant.
âhey.. sukuna..â
you pause, grunting as he grinds particularly hard on your cock. sukuna doesnât respond, his face still buried in your neck, breathing hard against you.
â..sukuna?â
you try again, turning to look down at him before he stills, clamping down around you tighter than before. you groan loudly in his ear, his hole squeezing you hard.
âsukuna-â
you could feel his cum squirt onto your stomach, warm, wet ropes marking you as his, still weakly grinding against your stomach, alarmingly silent.
you go to say his name again, almost concerned about him before his hand finds your face again, shutting you up before you could say a word.
âdonât.â
was all he mumbled, voice deep with an unrecognizable emotion from him.
he doesnât seem to put up much of a fight, his hand slowly falling from your mouth, laying limp against your shoulder.
you go to pull out, sensing sukuna wasnât himself tonight. he seemed out of it and you werenât gonna try and pester him, not when he could kill you by barely raising two fingers.
sukunas hands immediately grip your hips, holding you down hard, bordering on painful.
you only wince, letting out a breath of annoyance as you slide your hand up, tangling in the back of his hair. he groans lowly, the sound sending sparks through your whole body and your dick.
he mustâve felt this, clenching around you, still slumped against your body. you couldnât move if you wanted to, sukuna was like a bear, huge and dangerous.
trying to move sukunaâor worse, risk setting him off would be like poking the bear but literally in this case.
instead of trying to move sukuna or trying to get him to move you just stopped, laying against the bed, sukunas naked body on top of yours. it was almost comforting if you didnât think about the fact this meant nothing to him.
after a few moments of silence you feel your breathing evening out, sukuna following. you could feel your eyes slowly drooping, body getting ready to give into sleep before sukuna starts slowly grinding circles on your cock.
your eyes instantly snap open, sukunas face still pressed into your neck. he still hadnât moved, or made a sound, just lazily moving.
âsukuna..â
you start again, sighing, this time in pure exhaustion. you were tired, and you didnât want to deal with the pink haired male right now.
you run your fingers through his hair, trying to get his attention.
âlook.. I donât really feel like it right now, okay? can you just-â
he stops, slowly lifting his head up, crimson eyes staring directly into yours, your words trailing off. maybe you were crazy, but his eyes looked a little dilated from this view.
the look on his face was odd. he wore a frown, brows creased just barely against his features, eyes softened in a way that was very out of the blue for the king of curses.
all he does for what felt like hours was stare at you, eyes boring straight into yours. it wasnât intimidating though, nor did it make you nervous. he was just watching you.
after what felt like forever sukuna exhales through his nose, head falling forward to rest his forehead against your shoulder for a moment.
this was freaking you out. was he finally gonna kill you? was he showing you his soft side because it was the last time youâd ever see anything?
as if hearing your thoughts sukuna hums, pulling back, slowly sitting up on your lap again. his beefy forearms now pressing against your stomach, struggling to steady himself.
he straightens, rolling his neck around, then stretching each arm one by one. it was almost captivating to watch, seeing how he moved his limbs with such fluidity, he was honestly beautiful.
once he finally feels heâs situated he speaks, facing you directly.
âquiet.â
he mutters coldly, as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring your previous attempts at getting his attention.
sukuna slowly starts rolling his hips, letting out small noises under his breath, brows furrowed in concentration.
you bring your hands up, gripping his hips again, biting your lip as you try your best not to whimper from the way he was moving on your semi-hard dick.
you open your mouth to speak before closing it, not sure what you were trying to say. sukuna had been acting weird all night; now heâs riding you like itâs his last time.
you didnât know what to say, what to ask. should you even ask anything? sukuna didnât do feelings or emotions.
sukuna starts lifting up again, his dick slowly hardening against his stomach, a small bead of pre cum slipping down his shaft as he grinds down on your cock.
you could feel the blood flowing down to your crotch, hardening inside sukuna rapidly despite the previous round.
he still felt so tight around you, you definitely needed more lube, spit, anything to make this feel smoother.
the heat between sukuna's ass and your dick was almost painful, your puny drops of pre cum being the only thing stopping both of you from ripping very sensitive skin.
sukuna hadn't stopped, lifting up and down, his jaw clenched, brows furrowed like he was trying to ignore the pain.
the mouth on his stomach only licked its lips, grinning wickedly in pleasure, showing his more masochistic side.
sukuna got off to pain often, blood too. when he sets a village ablaze or kills someone who pissed him off, his pants would be tight, struggling against his erection, a wet spot forming shamelessly.
you swore he had came in his pants when a servant disrespected him once, he killed them with one flick of his hand, harboring a dazed, dreamy expression.
you let out a breath when you start leaking more inside him, sukuna picking up the pace, a strained smirk finding his face.
"that's more like it."
he grunts under his breath, all four of his hands pressing down on your shoulders and chest, both holding you down and supporting himself.
you were basically holding onto sukuna to keep yourself grounded, the muscle on his sides tight against his skin.
you felt like you were floating, sukuna's body weighing you down, his hands all over you, his hole wrapped around you; it felt surreal.
one of sukuna's hands glides over your pec, palm splaying out over the muscle, his fingers roughly rubbing your nipple, squeezing it between his thumb and pointer finger.
you groan, sukuna's hole fluttering around you as the sound reaches his ears, hips stuttering for a split second before he speeds up, bouncing on your dick.
you could feel that familiar heat building in your gut, pushing you towards your second orgasm of the night.
the sound of skin hitting skin doesn't even register in your mind, too far gone in the pleasure that was sukuna. his body. him.
you yelp as sukuna leans down, taking his nipple into your mouth, replacing his fingers that had been pinching and twisting moments prior.
his mouth was wet and warm, tongue swirling around your nipple, sucking like something was gonna come out.
sukuna's eyes were closed, his body moving on autopilot, both his mouth and his ass pleasuring you.
your hand slides up, tangling in the back of his hair again, gripping the pink strands tightly, pulling when you feel his teeth graze your skin.
he licks a stripe up your chest, meeting your gaze again with dark eyes, pupils hazed over.
he stares for a minute, four eyes running over your facial features, before he turns back down, sucking and nipping down your chest.
his mouth finds your other nipple now, groaning against the skin as he moves up and down harder.
you could feel his cock leaking against your stomach, drops of pre cum pooling on your lower abdomen.
his bottom pair of hands find your waist, sliding them around, now halfway on your back, his fingers pressing into your skin.
his hands pull you up closer, your body's pressing flush as sukuna slams down on you.
his teeth graze your pec, biting down hard enough to draw blood. you wanted to squirm, to try and escape the burning pain that enveloped your chest.
sukuna wouldn't let go, teeth digging into your skin, the taste of your blood filling his mouth.
he groans loudly against you, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull in pure ecstasy.
your dick twitches inside him, alerting sukuna of your impending orgasm. he pulls back begrudingly, voice breathless as he speaks.
"don't cum yet."
his head dips back down, licking the bite mark around your pec, tongue soothing the pain.
sukuna could hear your heart pounding, you were so desperate it was funny, his thighs had your locked tight, refusing to let you buck your hips up into him.
you didn't think you could last much longer; you couldn't hold back, not when you felt like this. the warm, repetitive movements of sukuna's hips against yours was overwhelming.
it felt so good to be inside him; you could only wonder if he thought the same about you. did he think you felt good to have inside him?
"I can't. I'm- gonna cum, sukuna."
you mumble out, throwing your head back against the pillow, pleasure prickling up throughout your body.
sukuna huffs, not approving of your warning, though he knew you were too weak to resist giving in to something as human as lust, he simply kept moving, not caring if you came or not, he wouldn't stop till he had his fill anyway.
you bite your lip, quiet groans falling from your lips as you cum, a whole body shudder going through you.
sukuna's shoulders tense up slightly, the warmth of your cum shooting deep inside him sending a wave of hazy pleasure through his spine.
he helps you through your high, continuing to slam his hips up and down, grinding down against you with every small movement, tongue still swirling around your nipple.
you whine at the overstimulation, having come twice since sukuna started riding you. he always managed to fuck you up so good. normally, after these encounters with sukuna you're limping for the next day at least.
you could remember the many times he's left bruises on your hips from how hard he likes to take it.
"sukuna.." you murmur out weakly, hands unable to keep their grip on his hip and hair, one hand lazily slipping off his hip, falling down onto the mattress to your side.
sukuna barely glances at you, more focused on how you kept hitting deep inside of him instead of how drained you were.
he could feel you softening inside him, a frown of annoyance finding his face. he wasn't ready to stop, and he certainly didn't want you tapping out.
he pulls back, spit covering both your pecs from his intense sucking and licking.
he watches you closely, studying your expression. your eyes were half lidded, struggling to stay open, arms limp at your sides. you looked thoroughly debauched.
sukuna couldn't help the low chuckle that leaves his throat, smirking down at you, impressed you were so worn in such a short amount of time.
his hips slow, rolling circles against you as his hand reaches down, fingers finding your balls, slowly rubbing the skin of your sack, trying to get you up.
you didn't really know what was happening, your brain clouded by everything he was doing.
you whine again, not finding it in yourself to speak. sukuna's smirk falls slightly at this, stilling on your cock, narrowing his eyes as he lets out a breath of frustration.
a sudden pinch to your balls snaps your eyes open, hands flying up to grab sukuna's arms.
"ow shit! sukuna.. stop."
a low grumble comes from the man above you, tilting his head to the side, an unamused look on his face.
"are you ready for another round?"
he doesn't wait, moving your balls around in his palm, the nail of his thumb lightly pressing down on the middle of your scrotum.
"ah- fuck! stop."
you try kicking your legs, hands pushing at him, trying to move him off, or at least move his hand away from your balls.
sukuna clenches around you, trying to get you hard once more, not budging in the slightest at your attempts to stop him.
he moves his hand away after a few minutes, your body slumping back against the mattress in relief, though it wouldn't last long.
before you could relax, sukuna starts moving again, gradually picking up the pace until he was bouncing on your dick.
your whole body tenses, groaning and whimpering as you start filling up inside him again.
sukuna groans at this as well, making sure to look right into your eyes as he tilts his head back, mouth falling agape as your tip nudges against his prostate.
he growls lowly, muttering a curse under his breath, shifting his hips against yours, enjoying the way your cock was stiff inside him.
he angles himself forward more, rolling his hips up and down in a way that has you pressing against his spot every time he sinks back down.
sukuna leans down, pressing his face into your neck, idly biting and sucking at the soft skin, making sure to leave marks that everyone will see.
you could feel your eyes beginning to water, the pleasure so intense it felt like your dick was in a different dimension.
as unbearable as it was, it did feel good too, the pain only adding to the experience.
sukuna continues to use you, eagerly jumping up and down on your cock, zealously chasing his high, hands still holding you close, not letting you move too far from him.
you let out shaky breaths, feeling a tear slip down your cheek, sniffling as you resist the urge to full-on cry.
sukuna lifts his head, eyes finding yours again, pupils narrowing before widening, a sly grin finding his face.
"crying now? you can't be serious."
sukuna mutters, inching closer to your face, breath fanning your cheek as he adds sarcastically.
"do you want me to comfort you?"
you glare at him, frowning, letting out a strained breath as you shake your head.
"fuck off.."
he only snickers at that, his dick twitching against your stomach at the sight of another tear falling down your face.
instead of replying to you or making fun of you, he pulls you down closer, moving faster on your dick, the same familiar heat slowly bubbling up in your stomach.
his walls were wrapped snug around you, your dick having molded to his insides. it was wet, a mixture of your cum and his spit pooling where you two were connected.
sukuna licks his lips, letting out a breath as he rolls his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against your stomach, tip smearing his pre cum all over your torso.
the urgency in sukuna's movements gave him away. he was getting close as well, dick twitching occasionally against your abdomen.
sukuna's hips slam down once, then twice, stuttering before he buries his face in your neck, groaning lowly as he cums.
ropes of cum hit your stomach, coating the dried cum from his previous orgasm, now it was just a sticky, gross mess between you both.
sukuna clenches around you tight, his walls pulsing, sending you over the edge, following right after him.
you let out a silent groan, face scrunching up in overwhelming pleasure as a shiver runs down your body.
for a while its just quiet, the sound of you two breathing filling the room, both of you coming down from your highs together.
sukuna was breathing softly against your neck, sluggishly moving two of his arms to wrap around your waist, the other two slipping underneath the pillows, arms wrapping around your shoulders and under your head.
the position was oddly intimate, both of you still connected, your cum leaking out of his hole, running down his thighs.
sukuna was crushing you, his entire body pressing you into the mattress. he was warm and soft, his hair was tickling your cheek.
your body felt weird. you wanted to lean into his touch and fall asleep, but at the same time, you wanted to crawl out of his grasp and run away.
you couldn't tell if he was asleep or not; he never really fell asleep after cumming before.
you slowly bring a hand up, dragging your finger along his arm, up to his shoulder and into his hair.
your voice was low as you whispered, voice barely audible.
"sukuna..?"
you were met with a deep grumble, his arms tightening around you. at least you knew he wasn't asleep, which might not have been a good thing.
"don't move."
you only sigh, letting out a breath and relaxing under him, accepting the fact you weren't going to be able to move.
it felt sticky and cold between you two, dried cum covering both your bodies.
your eyes started drooping closed, unable to stay awake any longer.
it was warm. it was cozy. you were comfortable, even with it being sukuna as your personal weighted blanket.
you'll let yourself have this for once, you'll indulge for now, even if sukuna gets mad at you in the morning.
you let yourself sink into the mattress, arms wrapping around sukuna's waist, holding him close.
sukuna didn't complain; he simply huffed into your neck, pressing his face further into your skin.
you fell asleep quickly, sukuna following, his grip on you never loosening as the night progresses.
in the morning, he'll act like this never happened. he'll pretend everything is normal, at least until he gets stressed out again and needs a way to relieve his frustrations.
you know you'll always leave your door unlocked for him. if he finds peace in your presence momentarily, you'd let him have it.
you were straddling satoru, legs on either side of his thighs, hands on his hips keeping him held down.
he bucked his hips up lazily against you, trying to get the sweet friction that he craved. he needed the feeling of your body against his and he was not too happy about the way you were denying him right now.
your cock slid up and down against his, rubbing in a way that sent sparks of energy through him. he could feel your balls against his, the soft skin pressing into his own sack. technically you were pressed against him, just not in the way he needed right now.
he whined against your mouth, trying his best to voice his frustrations but his lips were too busy being smothered by yours to talk, not that he was complaining.
his hands dug into your back, nails digging into your skin, not hard enough to bleed but hard enough to leave marks.
your hands slid up, gripping his waist, resisting the urge to just give in and let the pleasure consume you. to take what you wanted from him until there was nothing left.
but you couldnât do that to satoru. your sweet boy, the man who stole your heart, as well as your body. you really couldnât do it now, not when he was like this, all whiny and clingy, throbbing for you, for your dick.
you were moving at a slow pace, the grind of your hips against satorus making the both of you dizzy. he didnât know how he was managing to kiss you and not dissolve from the pure pleasure.
satoru could barely breath, pulling back and burying his face into your neck, inhaling, smelling the hazy scent of your colonge, the same one he complimented you whenever he smelled it. you knew he went crazy for it so you wore it every time.
he wanted to kiss you, mark you, claim your entire body as his. he didnât want a single other person to look at you, you were his, no one elseâs. you werenât allowed to make anyone else feel like this. your body was his and his only, especially your dick.
he couldnât even think properly, mind completely taken over by you. all he could think about was you, you, you.
he wanted nothing more than to slide his hands down, grab your hips and make you move faster, the feeling of your shaft rubbing against his was gonna make him cry.
he needed more, he knew you knew this. you always knew what he needed yet continued to tease him like this.
your mouth attatched to his neck after he pulled away from your lips, sucking on the soft, smooth skin of your precious white haired boyfriend.
you could feel the way satorus brows furrowed against your neck, lips downturned in a small pout. he was always so cute when he got like this, needy and wanting, all desperate and hard.
as you quickened the pace, satoru couldnât hold back, whimpering and whining against your skin, unable to stay quiet.
his body arched up against you, his base rubbing against your tip, your breath hitching at the sudden overwhelming contact.
your hands gripped him tighter, groaning as you press him harder into the mattress, bodyâs flush against one another. satoru let out a whimper in victory, glad you were pressed against him.
one of satorus hands slid up, entangling in your hair, tugging lightly on the strands, earning a low noise of approval from you.
satoru felt so warm, the way you groaned into his ear combined with the feeling of your body against his made his heart race. the feeling of you grinding against him was even better.
his hands pressed down on your back, trying to push you closer against him, even being crushed under your body wasnât enough to satoru.
satoru turns back to you, pulling your hair up and into a kiss with him again, lips eagerly moving against yours.
your tongue grazed his bottom lip, satoru immediately parting his lips, wanting nothing more than to have your tongue inside his mouth.
he didnât put up much of a fight, surrendering in a matter of seconds, not that he cared, he loved letting you take control. he loved finally having someone to take care of him, someone to have the dominance over him that no one else did.
he wanted to give himself to you, to let you worship and use his body however you pleased. he wanted this to go on forever, he would kill for that. the idea of being yours forever made him woozy, he needed you, he needed to be by your side at all times.
his head was spinning, struggling to focus, should he focus on your lips or your dick?
your lips were pressing against his with hunger, the low groans leaving your mouth making him twitch, your tongue exploring his mouth.
a shiver went down his spine as he felt a drop of your pre slip down his shaft, your tip only rubbing the wetness against him with each movement of your hips.
it was starting to feel wet, but at the same time you were both moving with such intensity satoru barely cared, just needing more of you on him, preferably in him.
with every grind of your hips he could feel the nerves in his body lighting up, heat spreading throughout him. it felt so good, your cock sliding against his with ease now, the both of you dripping fairly consistently.
every press of your lips only served to make him more and more addicted to the feel of you, addicted to the way you so easily got him worked up, addicted to the way you made him feel so loved and wanted.
satoru was drowning in your attention, in your touch, it was almost too much for him. he canât believe he has you like this. he canât believe he deserves to have this. he canât believe you actually want him.
his brain felt like it was melting, he couldnât think a single rational thought when you were so close like this, the friction clouding his mind.
his body was responding so enthusiastically, welcoming you like it did every time before. his body had grown so accustomed to yours, you knew each other inside and out and it felt incredible.
he loved that you could make him feel like this. he loved that you could wear him down into nothing but a cock drunk, clingy mess.
he loved you.
oh he loved you.
âsatoru? you alive down there?â
you pull back, voice breaking his train of thought. satoru blinking his eyes as he tries focusing on your face again.
ây-yeah.. im here.â
he mumbles out, arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders.
hes only met with a small peck, comforting smile on your face and satoru could barely register your words. you were so pretty, he just wanted to reach up and touch your face and-
â-hello?â
right. you said something. he wasnât even paying attention.
satoru gives you a sheepish smile, going to speak before the drag of your cock against his forces out a groan.
he couldnât bring it in him to focus on your words, not when your dick was right there and making him feel like this.
âfeels.. g-good.â
he murmurs out, tilting his head back, adamâs apple bobbing as he lets out shaky breaths, silent groans leaving him.
you only chuckle, the sound sending more heat down to satorus crotch. he was so far gone it wasnât even funny.
all he could do was lay there, basking in your touch, practically all smiles and moans with the way you rolled your hips against his.
the feeling of your skin pressing together was a lot in itself. the fact that he could feel both your cocks smushed between your bodyâs was making it even more overwhelming.
it felt so warm and he knew he was leaking a lot, of course he was, you always made him feel this way, so.. out of it, so.. unraveled, and fuck he loved it.
he loved that you could just make him forget with your touches, your words, your dick.
he groaned and whimpered, being as vocal as he could so you knew how much you affected him. he needed you to know how good you made him feel.
your hips wouldnât stop, not for a second, satoru could only feel the pleasure, take it all in and enjoy, his body not allowing for any protest. it wasnât something he allowed often, with you he was different. you held him in a way that made him want to let go, to trust you and let you show him these things.
you treated him so good. his cheeks heated up anytime he thought about it. how you kissed him with such tenderness, how you cleaned him up after moments like these, how you loved him.
you grunt from on top of him, fingers digging into his hips, it hurt, but he wouldnât say anything.
âsatoru.. iâm close.â
your voice was low in his ear, sending butterflies through his stomach and into his body. he felt giddy at the words, then the actual meaning hit him.
he nodded, biting his lip, breathless noises of pleasure escaping his lips as he bucked his hips up. the slickness between you two wouldve made him cringe any other time but for now he just needed to cum.
his head was still tilted back, your lips sucking and biting away on his skin. he was sure you left marks, ones he would have to cover before class tomorrow.
satorus body was pushed back and forth, your grinding growing more and more insistent. the bed was rocking, headboard creaking with every thrust.
satoru squeezed his eyes shut, groaning shamelessly now as he pulls you closer, arms wrapped tight around your neck and shoulders.
âfuck.. oh fuck, baby, y/n, I- I canât.â
satoru whimpers out, clawing weakly at your back, nails doing little to steady him. you pull off his neck, the sensitive skin turning a dark red as you bring your face closer.
âshh.. I got you. let go for me, satoru..â
you coo, breathing into his ear, your shaft rubbing up against his even faster. he felt so hard, you could feel him pulsing against you. you sure werenât any better, hard as a brick and leaking all over him.
satoru felt the familiar jolt of heat spread through him, toes curling as he arches his back, chest pressing further against yours as he cums with a loud, pornographic moan.
you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his dick hot and stiff as ropes of cum shoot between you two, coating your stomach and his.
he was twitching violently, weak splurts still going as you continue moving against him. satoru was a mess, whining and squirming underneath you.
satoru couldnât help the tear that slips down his cheek, moaning loudly as your hand reaches down and wraps around you both, stroking eagerly.
it was too much, satoru was really gonna cry now. he was always sensitive but this was too much. you still hadnât stopped grinding either.
he felt his eyes watering up, shaking beneath you, your weight pinning him down. your hand was warm around him, he could feel himself twitching, though he didnât think he had it in him to go again.
he hoped you would just wanna pass out and cuddle.
his thoughts came to a screeching halt as your head tilts back, hips stuttering and hand slowing as you groan.
satoru whined, biting his lip at the sight of you cumming, your face scrunched up in pleasure. was his body the one that made you look like that? he felt his heart race at the thought.
after a few seconds, you dip your head back down, breathing heavily and releasing your hand, sliding it up to hold satorus cheek.
you lean in, kissing both his cheeks softly, he only stared at him, completely drunk on your touch. your thumb wipes the slow tears slipping down his skin occasionally, satoru didnât even know why he was still crying.
he let out a breath of relief he didnât know he was holding when you lifted him up, shimmying off the mattress and walking him over to the bathroom.
the counter was cold underneath him, pale thighs almost blending in with the marble countertop.
he could see himself in the mirror from here, the marks and bites littering his body from you were gonna be difficult to hide. you had basically sucked a mark into every inch of his skin, his neck especially..
he watches you walk around, preparing a bath for him, your hand dipping in the water to check the temperature, getting towels out for afterwards. he watches you stumble out of the bathroom, resisting the urge to follow you before you return, holding two pairs of boxers.
satoru feels his heart flutter, you were being so caring. he loved this. he loved feeling like this, loved and appreciated. he seriously loved you so much.
you pick him up, arms under his thighs and back as you carry him over to the tub, setting him down into the warm water.
and when you slip into the tub behind him he melts further, falling asleep safe in your arms, knowing heâll wake up in clean underwear and clean sheets, because of course youâre gonna spoil satoru gojo.
cw - kissing, sukunaâs lowkey possessive and kinda kinky, blood, theyâre horny idk, he also struggles with feelings
making out with sukuna was aggressive. he made out with you like he was gonna devour you, like you were his last meal and he wasnât gonna waste any of it. the feeling of your lips on his was intoxicating, he wasnât gonna treat it like some passing act.
both of his giant hands cupped your cheeks, palms cradling your face as if you were gonna slip through his fingers. he felt like he was addicted to you. your touch, your taste, your smell, everything about you made his head hurt, not in a bad way, but not in a way sukuna was familiar with.
his lips pressed against yours at a ruthless pace. it wasnât soft or loving like you would think, instead his kisses were hungry and needy, a desperate plea for you and your body.
sukuna was a busy man, he was a king after all. he did a lot of work during the day, between meeting with clans or townsfolk, killing the people who got on his nerves, and keeping up his title, he got worn out.
he liked having an outlet, a way to release his stress and relax. you were there, always at his side and always willing to give yourself to him. he didnât know why he kept you around for so long. though he supposed in some way he cared for you.
sukuna wanted you all to himself. he needed full ownership over you. you were his, your body, your mind and your soul. you belonged to him and he made sure everyone knew it.
he bit down on your bottom lip, forcing his way in even though he knew you wouldnât resist. he preferred taking what he wanted and being rough, he wasnât one for all the lovey-dovey, affectionate stuff.
his tongue invaded your mouth, licking every crevice and dip, memorizing the space he had grown so familiar with. he groaned at the wetness, the way your saliva tasted. it was nearly as good as your blood.
sukuna couldnât help the way he sometimes dug his canines too far into your lips, unaware until he tastes the addicting metallic hint and hears the sound of you whining. sukuna already had sharp teeth, it wasnât completely his fault for causing you to bleed.
sukunas tongue continued mapping out the inside of your mouth, sucking and licking on your tongue all while his hands greedily explored your body, nails gently scratching down your skin.
his two hands on your cheeks still held you close, his lower set of hands moving all over your torso. his fingers traveled over your shoulders, your arms, your chest, stomach, waist, hips, anywhere he could reach.
the feeling of your body under his hands, your pulse against his palms made him want you even more. he slides his hands down, reaching up under the hem of your shirt and roaming your bare skin, tracing over the muscles and lines of your abdomen.
your hands gripped sukunas shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you resist the urge to pull back for air. sukunas hands and lips wouldnât have let you anyway.
his thumbs started rubbing rough circles into your cheekbones, his way of comforting you. he wouldnât ever say sweet words, reassurance was barely a part of sukunas vocabulary.
the most âcomfortâ that you get from him was in the form of his touches, his hands tracing patterns into your skin, fingers curling against yours, though he wouldnât give you an audible response.
his lips were insistent, not wanting to give you even a moment to breathe. his breath was warm against yours, the two of you practically panting into one anotherâs mouths, needing air but refusing to pause for a second.
sukunas lower hands slide back, splaying against your back as he pushes you down with his weight, his body pressing flush against yours, the size difference even more noticeable.
you could feel every part of him this way, the size of sukuna always made your face warm. he was huge, double your size at least, and probably triple your weight. he was pure muscle from head to toe, using it to his advantage whenever possible.
his meaty thighs straddled your hips, trying to push further against you. you could feel his heart beating against yours, chest heaving against yours. you were so utterly obsessed by him and his body it wasnât even funny.
it was burning up, whether it was from the kissing or the way sukuna was pressed up against you, you couldnât say. sukuna kept trying to move closer, body already glued to yours, skin sticking together due to the proximity.
sukuna was never close enough though, he wished he could merge with you, be so close to you that you became one being. he wanted you to be his, and sometimes he even wants to be yours.
the heat of his palms against your cheeks made you even hotter, a bead of sweat slipping down your forehead as you cling onto him, not letting him pull back either.
after a few minutes of this, sukuna pulls back, leaving just a few centimeters of space between you two. his forehead presses against yours, breath fanning your lips.
you struggled to open your eyes, overwhelmed and out of breath as the man on top of you pins you down with his weight. your mind felt fuzzy as you stared up at him, almost taken aback by how unfairly handsome he was.
sukunas eyes were staring straight into yours, dark and hazy with lust. his eyes dialating just a fraction as you lick your lips, hands tightening their grip on your face.
the two of you didnât speak. you didnât need to. not when your eyes told each other everything you needed to know. sukuna only groaned as he pressed forward again, lips melting against yours in a scarily natural way.
the feeling of his hands on your cheeks disappeared, one hand finding your neck, gripping lightly, thumb pressing against your pulse point, the other traces your jaw, gentle compared to the rough movements of his lips.
he kissed you harder now, trying to up the kiss from a second ago. he always wanted more, more of you, more of your lips, especially when they were on his.
he was never a kisser. he never had been, not until you showed up. sukuna never really kissed people, why would he let himself be seen soft? though with you it was different, he found himself craving your taste, craving the feeling of your lips.
his lower hands slide up and down your sides, fingers tracing the contours of your body as he deepens the kiss, biting down hard on your bottom lip again, the pained groan from you only making heat flood his gut.
he could taste the familiar metallic taste of your blood, a hint of sweetness and you added to it. his fingers instinctively tightened their grip of you, making sure you werenât going anywhere.
you cringed at the taste of your own blood, only able to taste it for a split second before sukunas tongue slips in between your lips, licking up the blood slowly pooling into your mouth.
he groaned shamelessly, pressing down against you to let you know how much he enjoyed this, how much he enjoyed you. and by the stiffness of him against your thigh, he was certainly enjoying it.
your hands slide up his back, feeling around the pure muscles in his back as you two made out. you were surprised you could even think right now, sukuna usually having kissed you stupid by minute five.
which you mightâve spoke too soon. his lips started moving faster, with more purpose than before. you could hear the wet smacking of your lips together, you almost wanted to feel embarrassed but with the way sukuna was consuming your mouth and thoughts you werenât really able to.
you could feel sukuna smirking against your lips, kissing you harder. it seriously felt like he was trying to eat you, you could barely keep up with him, groans and whines muffled by his mouth.
you were sure it would be like this all night. when sukuna was needy he always made sure to get his fill and then some. if he wanted you he would have you, and it wasnât like you could say no, not that you wanted to.
it was always the same routine. sukuna calls you in, kisses you until you canât think, passes out, is gone before you wake up, either that or he tells you to go back to your bed.
when sukuna pulls back for a second time heâs got a lazy grin on his face, looking down at you with infatuation, head tilting just an inch.
he licked his lips at the sight of blood prickling up on your bottom lip, the indentions of his teeth still visible. he brings a hand up, thumb carefully swiping across your lip, the coolness of his reverse cursed technique spreading through you.
he brings his hand to his face, sucking the last remainder of your blood off his thumb with a low hum of approval.
you reach up slowly, tracing the tattoo running from his eyes to his cheek, tracing the lines lightly. sukuna was still, not doing so much as breathing wrong, all in fear that you would stop your ministrations.
he tried stopping himself but he couldnât help but relax under the touch, shoulders slumping, the tension in his face seemingly disappearing. he only let out a huff, turning his head away.
âI could still kill you, you know..â
he grumbles though the rare softness in his voice betrays him, his thumb tracing down your neck absentmindedly.
you only hummed, small amused smile finding your face as you nod, voice matching the softness of his as you spoke.
âI know.â
sukuna glances back at you, jutting his bottom lip forward a bit, an unreadable expression on his face. one of his lower arms reaches up, scratching the back of his neck. he almost looked like he was pouting.
âyouâre too trusting.â
he mutters, narrowing his eyes at you while expecting some sort of offended reaction. you only shrugged, the loose smile on your face never falling.
âmaybe.â
sukuna doesnât give you a response this time, leaning back in, lips finding yours yet again, slower, almost caring in a way. he didnât want to think about the fact that maybe you really werenât too trusting. maybe.. it was him being soft for once.
it was rare that sukuna, the king of curses, went this long without craving bloodlust, without wanting a fight. now he just craved you, craved your touch and your presence, wanting your body against his.
his lips stayed on your till the both of you fell asleep, the taste of one another lingering throughout the night and the next morning.
sukuna didnât mind having your taste on his tongue all day, in fact he could get used to it.
he thinks he could get used to you, you werenât a nuisance or a pest that he wanted to get rid of, and your body was an added bonus.
sukuna loves watching you tremble and whine underneath him. he loves seeing the way your thighs twitch, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides like you were resisting the urge to grab his hair or shoulders.
your brows were furrowed tight, head tilted back against the pillows as you bite back groans and whimpers. he was surprised you were staying this quiet, though that only pushed him to try harder.
his lips were wrapped around your cock, tongue lapping circles around your shaft. his skills never lacked then so why are you so quiet now?
he pulls off, a soft pop heard throughout the room, you instantly look down, sukunas eyes boring straight into yours.
his lower set of hands held your thighs down, limiting you from moving or escaping, not like you would try and leave anyway.
one of his upper hands trailed up your stomach, chest, arms, touching anywhere your skin was revealed. sukunas voice was low, his face carrying a scowl.
âwhy are you holding back?â
you breathe heavily, chest rising and falling in your peripherals, missing the feel of his mouth around you already.
â..what?â
sukuna only narrows his eyes at this, trying not to scoff at your obliviousness, brows furrowing in disbelief and annoyance.
âwhy are you so quiet tonight? youâre normally all about this.â
he motions down at your dick, which was standing patiently, a drop of pre cum slipping down.
oh.
he wanted you to be more vocal? you honestly never thought he cared all that much..
sukunas hands gripped your thighs tighter, trying to coax a response out of you. his lower set of eyes watching the pre slide down your shaft in amusement.
âwell?â
you swallow, trying to steady yourself enough to actually form words, sukunas mouth had been giving you a run for your money.
âI.. I wasnât really paying attention to that..â
sukuna doesnât reply instantly, leaning down and licking straight up your shaft, base to the tip, his tongue warm and wet against your most sensitive area.
you felt your breath hitch, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, low muffled groan leaving your throat. thats when sukunas hand comes up, flicking your forehead.
âdonât do that. I want to hear you.â
he mutters gruffly, a small annoyed frown on his face.
you release your lip, hands gripping the sheets of his bed, hoping thatâll appease him.
he doesnât make another demand so you assumed he was fine, he only brought his head back down, taking you all in at once.
sukuna was weirdly good at blowjobs. he hadnât ever spoke of who heâd bed before you so you werenât sure how much experience he had.. but he certainly was skilled.
it wasnât just the mouth on his face that was skilled either, he regularly pleasured you with the one on his stomach as well.
he enjoyed laying on top of you, crushing you with his sheer size while the mouth on his stomach sucked you off. he would simply stare at you, all four eyes watching you with an intensity that bordered on obsessive.
you couldnât even focus on that right now, both of sukunas upper arms trailing up your torso, hands groping at your pecs all while your cock was shoved down his throat.
sukuna never gagged or choked either, in fact his throat was so relaxed it seemed like second nature to him.
who knew the king of curses was so good at sucking dick?
all you could do was lay there while he devoured you, working his mouth around you. one of his hands come up, pointer finger and thumb gently massaging your balls.
his head bobbed slowly, like he was savoring you, dragging this moment on. sukuna loved being difficult, he liked wearing you down, making you beg, though he also liked seeing you in so much pleasure it broke you.
one of his favorite looks on you was when you were at your breaking point, sweating and shaking while he denies you your orgasm for the nth time that night.
it made something in his stomach twist, the sight of you almost making him breathless. he didnât know what was so different about you but you made something in his chest tighten, warmth spreading through his body with just your touch.
sukuna bobbed his head faster, thumb pressing down on your sack, wanting to drive you to the edge again, his nails were digging into your thigh, the feeling of them breaking skin making you groan.
sukuna seemed to like this, groaning against you, the sound sending vibrations up your spine and more heat directly to your lower half.
his mouth was warm and soft, it felt so good, almost too good. everything about sukuna felt good.
his hands on your pecs groped away, moving to pinch at your nipples. his fingers were huge, much bigger than yours. every part of sukuna was bigger than you.
âfuck, sukuna..â
you groan out through clenched teeth, trying to buck your hips up against his hold. he only chuckles, swirling his tongue around your tip, tongue slipping in between your leaky slit.
his touch was addicting, burning your skin with every little movement of his fingers. your legs felt swallowed by his hands, his palm covering the majority of your thigh.
sukuna could feel you throbbing in his mouth, the heavy weight of you on his tongue making him twitch in his own pants.
all the sudden sukuna pulls you down closer to him your body semi pressed against his. you could feel his own erection against your thigh, the stiffness sending a jolt of heat through your body.
you were sure you were dripping into his mouth by now, his spit and your pre mixing and sliding down your shaft, it wouldâve been pooling on your stomach and balls if it wasnât for sukunaâs tongue slurping up every drop.
you could feel the pleasure growing and growing, unable to help the noises that escaped your throat. the noises only turned sukuna on more, wanting to get as much of a reaction out of you as possible.
his hands were traveling all over you, fingers trailing over the planes of your muscles, tracing out the pattern of your veins.
sukunas head was moving up and down your cock quickly, too lost in the feeling of pleasing you to slow down. his hand on your balls never stopping, massaging and moving them around in his fingers.
sukunas pace was always fast. he was relentless, insatiable. he was constantly going with a roughness and speed that neared unbearable.
his hands slide back up your shoulders, fingers dragging down your chest, pin pricks of blood bubbling up in their wake.
you could barely hold on, sukunas touch mixed with his mouth and everything he was doing was overwhelming you.
it was too much, yet not enough. you could never get enough of sukuna.
his eyes stare up at you, the deep crimson matching that of your face. the warmth almost burning your skin, you were sure the rest of you body matched it.
you whimper shamelessly, unable to hold back anymore, this only egged sukuna on further, his head bobbing at a punishing pace.
his tongue was about to make you cry, the way it wrapped around you and savored you was making your brain fuzzy, swirling around your shaft and head like he was dehydrated and you were the only liquid.
the pleasure was intense, all you could do was take it, take it and hope you survived because sukuna was intense. he always was. if you couldnât keep up with his pace you wouldnât have made it this far.
âsukuna- i canât!â
you whine out breathlessly, face pressing into the mattress. he still doesnât respond, taking his time to push you closer and closer, the heat in your stomach expanding.
one of his hands press flat against your abdomen, lightly pressing down earning an easy groan from you as you jerk beneath him, the pleasure slowly consuming you.
for a moment all you could see was white, back arching up the best you could while he held you down.
sukuna could feel your tip hit the back of his throat, your cum shooting down his throat in thick ropes, warm and sticky as they coat his throat.
his mouth didnt leave you yet, still moving up and down, tongue still circling you, though slower now, gentler in his own way, but âgentleâ for sukuna wasnât really a thing.
your hands weakly push at him, gripping at his hair to get him off, the stimulation too much on your softening cock. sukuna only continues sucking away, looking lost in his own pleasure, as if sucking your dick made him feel good.
after a few grueling seconds he pulls off, hand sliding to grab your base, his head leaning down and licking whatever slipped between his lips, not letting a single drop of you go to waste.
the sound of his lips slurping against your shaft made your cheeks flush, whining in embarrassment as you try and scoot away, sukunaâs hand holding you down.
âsukuna.. cmon..â
you mumble out, letting out shaky breaths as he finally releases you.
your dick flopped back against your stomach, completely spent, the sheen layer of spit from sukuna making your face heat up further.
speaking of sukuna, the man crawled up, hovering over you with a sharp grin, his hand coming up to grip your face tightly.
his lips smashed against yours, the taste of you filling your mouth, sukunas tongue slipping through your lips, claiming the rest of you entirely.
your hands come up, weakly grabbing onto his biceps, doing your best to kiss him back all while coming down from your high.
your eyes flutter shut, simply letting sukuna explore your mouth again, the way he had done hundreds of times.
he pulls back after a moment, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. his hot breath fanning your lips, jolting under him as you feel a wetness on you again, glancing down to see the mouth on his stomach sucking away at you.
you groan, overstimulation starting to kick in as you shake your head, trying to bear the feeling of his other mouth savoring you now. sukunaâs grin never falters as he speaks, voice a little hoarse from having sucked you dry.
Keep Your Eyes On The Prize (Gojo Satoru x Male Reader)
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A sequel to my 'Tomorrow' fic, as requested here. To the sweetheart to requested it, I hope it's everything you wanted it to be đ. (FYI, I know nothing about American football, so forgive me if I've committed cardinal sins against the game. I should have just written 'football things' and left it, but I tried to research đ)
The roar of the crowd presses in on all sides like a living thing, a surge of stomping feet and overlapping voices that vibrates up through the bleachers and straight into your skull.Â
Every shout, every rhythmic chant of his name, lands against your temples, a headache already blooming behind your eyes. You should have brought earplugs, or at least taken the painkillers you keep in your bag for late-night study sessions, but you didnât, because this isnât supposed to be about you.Â
You promised him youâd be here. Youâd carved out a couple hours from your packed schedule of deadlines and problem sets, told yourself it mattered that he knew someone was watching who wasnât screaming for the jersey or the legend or the next highlight reel.Â
So you stay planted, hoodie pulled low, headphones looped around your neck like a comfort blanket, the stack of textbooks beside you a silent barrier between you and the sea of painted faces and waving signs.
Down on the field, the play unfolds in a sudden, violent burst. One second the line is locked, the ball snaps free and Gojo is already moving, long strides eating up turf. The name 'GOJO' stretches across his back in bold white letters, a declaration that feels almost personal when his body cuts through the chaos like it was scripted just for this.Â
You watch the arc of the pass, the way the leather spins clean against the sky, and then heâs leaping, snatching it out of the air without breaking stride. Defenders converge, arms outstretched, bodies hurtling, one clips his shoulder and spins away, another lunges low and is shouldered aside by a teammate who appears from nowhere.Â
Gojo slips them all. Thereâs no wasted motion, no hesitation, only that bright, feral joy flickering across his face as the goal line rushes up to meet him.
He crosses it with room to spare, plants one foot on the painted line, and throws the crowd that signature cocky salute, two fingers to his brow, a flash of white teeth, before the stands detonate. Thousands of voices fuse into a single deafening roar, bodies surging upright, fists pumping, the screen above replaying the catch in slow motion so everyone can worship it twice.Â
Your own mouth curves, small and private, the kind of smile you canât quite suppress even when you try. Because the man down there receiving all this adoration, the one theyâre chanting for, the one they want to claim, is the same one whoâll be crawling into your bed later tonight, sweaty and laughing and reaching for you like youâre the only thing that keeps the noise at bay. The thought sends heat curling low in your gut, a quiet counterpoint to the frenzy around you.
The buzzer cracks overhead, announcing halftime into the night. You donât move right away. Instead you let your gaze linger on him as he peels the helmet free completely, shaking out that impossible silver hair so it sticks up in damp spikes.
Sweat gleams across his forehead, catches the lights in tiny prismatic shards, and when he drags the hem of his jersey up to wipe his face the motion pulls the fabric high enough to expose a taut strip of abdomen, delightfully flushed, carved from hours of drills and hits.Â
Your breath hitches, your cock gives a helpless twitch against the seam of your jeans. You swallow once, already calculating how long you have to wait before you can slip away and find him.
Thatâs when she appears.
A cheerleader materialises at his side like she was summoned by the spotlight itself, petite, uniform crisp despite the heat, pom-poms still clutched in one hand while the other offers a glistening water bottle.Â
Her smile is practiced, bright, the kind thatâs been rehearsed in dorm mirrors. She lays her palm against his bicep, casual, familiar, fingers sliding over his sweat-slicked skin without hesitation.Â
Gojo glances down at her, nods once, flashes one of those quick, polite half-smiles that never quite reach his eyes. His attention is already drifting, cerulean gaze sweeping the stands in restless arcs until it snags on you.
The change is instant. His whole face lights up, the kind of smile he saves for when no one else is watching. Your pulse stutters.Â
You drop your eyes fast, heat flooding your cheeks, terrified that if you hold his stare too long the entire stadium will see the raw desire carved into your expression. When you risk another glance heâs already shifting his weight, body angling toward the stairs like he means to climb them right now, consequences be damned.Â
But she stops him, a small hand pressed flat against his chest plate, pressing the bottle firmly into his grip. He pauses to listen. And then he laughs, head tipping back, eyes squeezing into delighted little crescents as he angles himself towards her, the sound carrying even over the crowds noise.
Something sour coils behind your ribs. Your fingers curl, nails biting into your palms until the sting soothes you. You crack one knuckle, then another, trying to force the ugly bloom of jealousy back down where it belongs.
Secret, you remind yourself. This has to stay secret. You knew this, you accepted this.
Youâre still staring when Geto slides onto the bleacher beside you.
He moves with that same lazy, feline like confidence youâve seen on the field, dark hair spilling over one shoulder as he leans in just enough that the scent of turf, sweat, and faintly sweet Gatorade fills the narrow space between your bodies. His purple eyes meet yours, calm and amused, the corners of his mouth lifting.
âHeyâ he says, voice pitched low to cut through the din without shouting. âDonât think weâve officially met.â
You flick your gaze down to the field, Gojo still hasnât noticed yet, head tilted back as he drains the water bottle, throat working while the cheerleader chatters on. You force your attention back to Geto, drag up a smile that feels too tight. âNoâŠâ you manage after a beat, the word coming out slower than you mean it to. âWe havenât.â
âGojo talks about you a lot.â Getoâs tone is warm, almost conspiratorial, like heâs sharing something salacious. Your heart does a stupid, eager flip, a smile forming on your lips. âSays youâre the reason his grades finally stopped tanking.â You wonder if your face fell as fast as your heart did.Â
âOh.â You crack another knuckle, the sound sharp to your own ears. âThatâs⊠good.â
âYeah.â Geto exhales the word like smoke, leaning a fraction closer. âYou know, I think heâs seeing someone.â
Everything in you locks. You hold very still, voice scraping out careful and thin. âReally?â
âMhm.â He grins now, slow and feline. âHeâs been showboating all night. Throwing prettier spirals than usual. Gotta be for someone special.â
You force a small laugh that doesnât land. âWell⊠everyone likes him, soâŠâ
The sentence trails into nothing. You drop your eyes to the stack of books at your hip, tracing the curled corner of the top one with your thumbnail as if it was suddenly the most fascinating thing. Geto lets out a soft huff of amusement.
You canât help it, your gaze drags back to the field, helplessly drawn to him.
Gojo isnât laughing anymore.
His eyes are locked on you now, the crushed water bottle forgotten in his fist. Water spills over his knuckles in glittering streams that catch the lights and drip onto the turf. The cheerleader has stepped back half a pace, her smile faltering.
A vicious little thread of triumph twists in your chest before you can strangle it. Serves him right, you think, the words bitter and satisfied at once. Itâs only the touch of a cool fingertip against your temple that breaks your fixation. You flinch back slightly, shoulders curling, but Geto doesnât retreat.Â
âIs it too hot out here for you?â He asks gently, pushing a lock of hair from your forehead, the strands clinging to the thin layer of perspiration on your skin. You shake your head a little, shoulders lifting a fraction, he arches a perfect brow. âYou sure, pretty boy?â
You turn to him, expression shuttered. âHey.â The word comes out flat, that veneer of civility worn to nothing. âIâm not sure if youâre meaning to flirt with me, or if Iâm just reading it wrong, but either way, Iâm not interested.â
For one second his face freezes, then, just as fast, heâs laughing, tipping his head so a lock of black hair slides across his cheek. âColdâ he drawls, no real sting in it. âShot down before I even got started.â
âSorryâ you say again, already distracted as you turn away again, scanning the field for that signature silver hair.
Heâs gone.
The space where he stood is empty now. You strain upward, searching the sidelines, the tunnel mouth, the clusters of playersâŠnothing.
Geto leans in one last time, lips brushing the shell of your ear, warm breath sending an involuntary shiver racing down your spine. âSee you aroundâ he murmurs, the words barely audible, intimate in a way that makes your skin crawl. His hand ghosts over your shoulder, before he stands and slips away into the crowd.
You scrub at your ear with the heel of your palm, trying to erase the lingering heat of his mouth, the faint damp press of his lips. Down on the field the halftime show is winding down, lights shifting, music swelling again, but all you can feel is the sudden, hollow ache of his absence, and this gnawing feeling that somethings about to break.
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The final whistle echoes in your ears, a thin, metallic ring that burrows under your skin like a splinter. The scoreboard screams victory in electric blue and gold, the announcerâs voice booms over the crowd, and somewhere in the center of it allâŠis Gojo.Â
Heâs swept up, lifted, carried on the shoulders of teammates who shout his name like a prayer. You should feel something bright, something proud. And you do, in fragments. But your happiness frays at the edges the moment the celebration swallows him whole.
You stand frozen on the bleacher step where you rose without thinking, books clutched against your chest, the strap of your bag cutting into your shoulder. Around you the crowd surges forward, bodies pressing, voices overlapping, someoneâs elbow jabbing your ribs, but none of it touches the cold hollow opening in your sternum.Â
You need him to look. Just once more. A single glance, quick and secret, the kind heâs given you in crowded hallways or across lecture halls when no one else was paying attention. Something small, something only the two of you would understand. Proof that this win isnât only his, that some quiet part of it belongs to the nights he spent sprawled across your bed with textbooks forgotten, mouth on your skin, whispering your name.
And he does look.
For one brilliant second his head turns, those eyes that hold the sky find you. The air leaves your lungs in a soft, helpless rush. He sees you. He has to see you. His gaze is cold, devoid of itâs usual warmth when itâs turned on you.
And then itâs gone.
His gaze slides past you, already drawn back to the chaos around him. A teammate slings an arm around his neck, another ruffles his hair hard enough to make him laugh, the sound carrying despite the noise. They close ranks. Shoulders and helmets and jerseys block him from view until thereâs nothing left but fleeting flashes of white.Â
You feel it, the slow, sick slide of doubt uncoiling in your gut like an ugly serpent. Itâs not new, youâve carried it for months, tucked neatly behind your ribs where it canât be seen. Every time you caught your reflection next to his in a window or a mirror, your tired eyes, the way you never fill a room the way he does, it unfurls, roars its ugly words into your ear.Â
You told yourself it didnât matter. That he chose you anyway. That the secrecy was temporary, a shield until the timing was right. But now the thoughts rush in unchecked, louder than the noise around you, sharper than the cold seeping through your hoodie.
Is he tired of it? Of sneaking through back stairwells, of texts deleted before anyone can see, of pretending youâre just a tutor? Was it ever more than convenience, a way to blow off steam between practices and parties? An experiment heâs ready to end now that the semesters over and the spotlight burns just for him?
Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, you bite down until you taste blood. Your body locks, knees rigid, fingers white-knuckled around the edges of your books, because youâre afraid that if you move too suddenly, the tears waiting behind your eyes will finally spill and everyone will see. You canât let them see. Not here, not now.
Before the doubt can harden into something brittle, you turn. You donât run, not exactly. You move with a singular purpose, head down, shoulders hunched, weaving through the crush of bodies like you belong to the current.
A voice calls out Gojoâs name right beside your ear, so close you flinch. The tears come anyway, hot, blurring, turning the sea of jerseys and faces into smears of blue and grey and white until the whole stadium feels like itâs dissolving around you.
You donât look back. You canât. If you look back and heâs still gone, lost in that bright, hungry orbit, youâre not sure what piece of you will crack open and refuse to close again.
The thoughts drowns you. Maybe he was never yours to hold onto in the first place. Maybe you were only ever borrowing his light, and now itâs over. Heâs finally ready to take it back.
You step out into the parking lot, the chill biting through your hoodie, and the tears fall freely now while somewhere behind you, the celebration rages on without you, without even noticing youâre gone.
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You do the only thing you know how to do when things become too much to take. You ignore it. Bury your head in the sand and drown yourself in work.Â
The hours bleed together in the dim cone light of your desk lamp, the only sound the soft scratch of your pen against paper and the sound of your own heart.Â
You flip another page, then another, eyes swimming over annotations youâd memorised months ago, tracing the same lines again anyway. You read ahead, past the syllabus and into the optional chapters no professor ever expects you to touch, paragraphs blurring into dense blocks of text that refuse to make sense.Â
Anything to keep the quiet from pressing too hard, to keep your mind from straying to him again, to what he might be doing, and who he might be doing it with.Â
But your room has never felt so empty.
He used to fill it without trying, youâd gotten so used to him. Sprawled across your narrow bed with his long legs hanging off the end, pretending to scroll through his phone while watching you over the top of the screen with that lazy, half-lidded intensity that made your skin prickle.Â
Youâd pretend not to notice, nose buried in notes, but every time he shifted, every time he huffed a quiet laugh at something on his feed, the air changed. Somehow warmer, and lighter.
It doesnât work. You want him, you want him here, with his warm smell, his warm hands, his bright eyes, and even brighter laughter.Â
You want him here.
And not the public version, the perfect, untouchable athlete with the easy smiles. No, you want the private Gojo. The one who smells faintly of turf and sweat after practice, whose eyes go soft when he thinks no one else can see. The one whose laughter starts low in his chest and ends up bright, reckless, filling every corner of this cramped space.
You stare down at the words on the paper in-front of you, your pen strokes so hard theyâve almost gone through the paper. You fling the pen across the desk. It clatters off the table and and falls silent on the floor. Your fists come up fast, pressing into your eye sockets until white sparks bloom behind your lids, until the pressure almost drowns out the hollow throb in your chest.Â
A sudden, violent bang shatters the quiet, the wood door shuddering on its hinges under the impact. Then another, each more frantic than the last, like someone is trying to kick the door open.Â
You rush to the door and wrench it open with enough force to make the chain rattle, ready to hiss at whoever it is to stop before the neighbours call security, or worse.
The words die the instant you see him.
Gojo stands on your threshold like heâs been carved from the night itself, glowing like the moon itself, a flush high on his cheeks, the colour spreading across the bridge of his nose in a deep, bitten-rose that makes your stomach twist. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, shimmering wet in the weak glow of the porch light, lashes clumped with what could be tears.Â
His silver hair stands on end in chaotic tufts, matted at the temples with sweat, or product, or the hands of too many people who wanted a piece of him tonight. His jersey hangs crooked, one shoulder low enough to bare the delicious dip of his collarbone.
âWhere were you?â He sniffs, one hand braced on the doorframe. He uses the other to swipe at his nose, the motion quick and embarrassed, like heâs ashamed to be caught crying. âYou just⊠disappeared.â
You drop your gaze to the scuffed floorboards between your feet, knowing that the next thing out of your mouth will be childish and petulant but not having the means to stop it. âYou didnât seem to need me there.â
âWhatâ You wereââ He coughs, spluttering a little, dragging that same hand through his hair again, fingers twisting in the strands hard enough to pull.âYou were with Geto. Talking. Smiling. He touched your hair, for fuckâs sake.â
The accusations makes something in your chest flare, hot and indignant. âIf you must knowâ you say, each word strained, clipped, cold, âwe actually spoke about you. And the second he got too close I shut it down. Hard.â You lift your chin, forcing yourself to meet those glassy blue eyes. âI canât say the same for you and your littleâŠhalftime fan.â
His mouth opens and closes like a guppy fish, you seize on his silence, needling him with your words.Â
âWas she more your type?â The question tastes like acid. âI heard all the stories, Satoru. Before me. You didnât exactly play hard to get back then. She was cute. Really cute. You shouldâve got her number. Especially now that youâre apparentlyââ
His fist meets the wood of your door, cutting your vitriolic monologue off.
Your brain screams at you to apologise, take it back, to not let what you have fracture any further. But the pathetic, aching part of you stays silent. Waiting. Wanting him to deny it. Wanting him to prove you still take up space in his chest the way he takes up every corner of yours. Wanting him to crack open, raw and bleeding, so you can finally see how much of him is still yours.
He doesnât move. Doesnât speak.
The seconds stretch, suffocating you slowly, and the longer it goes on, the more of your heart you feel splinter away.Â
You mirror him without thinking, dragging your own hand through your hair, shoving it roughly back from your forehead, the motion exhausted, defeated.
âGo home, Gojoâ you sigh, an unbreakable weariness crashing over you in a slow, drowning wave. âIâm⊠tireââ
His mouth crashes into yours before the word finishes.
Hard. Deep. Wet.Â
His hands frame your face, wide palms engulfing your cheeks, thumbs sweeping tenderly over the crests of your cheekbones even as he presses forward, forcing you back across the threshold. You suck in a gasp just as his lips seal over yours, tasting the tang of beer on his tongue, the salt of his tears, one fat drop slipping free from the corner of his eye to track down his cheek and fall between your joined lips.Â
A soft, broken whimper escapes your throat. He drinks it down, pushing you back another step, one hand sliding from your face to splay wide at the small of your back, fingers digging in, as though letting even an inch of space open between you might allow you to slip away for good.
He kicks the door shut with the heel of his foot, the slam reverberating through the thin walls of your apartment. He doesnât care, doesnât even flinch. His body is already crowding yours, driving you backward until your spine meets the nearest stretch of wall with a dull thud that knocks the breath from you.Â
One thick thigh wedges between yours, pressing up hard against you so that you feel every hard inch of him, the heat of his arousal unmistakable even through layers of fabric. His heart hammers against your chest in frantic counterpoint to your own, a wild, unsteady rhythm that says heâs as terrified as he is desperate.
His hands turn greedy, fingers curling like claws into the soft flesh of your hips, your sides, the backs of your thighs, anywhere he can reach. His mouth is relentless, teeth catching your lower lip on the next kiss, tugging hard enough to sting before soothing it with a slow drag of his tongue.Â
You break away just long enough to drag in air, head falling back against the wall with a soft thunk, exposing the line of your throat. He doesnât hesitate. His lips descend in a hot, open-mouthed path down the column of your neck, biting, not gentle nips, but real bites that bloom into vivid red marks almost instantly, each one a brand he sinks in deeper when you gasp.Â
âDonât you ever say that againâ he growls against your skin, voice rough, breath scorching where it fans over your skin. He pauses there, panting, chest heaving against yours. âYouâre the only one I want. The only one I think about. Every fucking second.â
Heat floods your veins, thick and dizzying, feeling nothing but the press of his body, the scrape of his teeth, the way his fingers dig in harder as though afraid youâll dissolve if he eases up even a fraction. But beneath the haze of want, the hurt youâve been carrying all night claws its way back up, raw, insistent, refusing to be drowned out.
You lift both hands to his face, cradling his jaw, thumbs brushing over the sharp line of his cheekbones until he stills. Forcing him to look at you. His eyes are wild, and glassy with unshed tears, something that makes your heart twist painfully. You search them anyway, needing the truth he can never quite hide, even when every part of him wants to.
âThen why hide us?â The question comes out soft, almost a whisper, your voice trembling despite your best effort to keep it steady. Your gaze flicks between his left eye and his right, watching for the flicker, the crack. âWhy keep pretending Iâm nothing to you in front of everyone?â
His brows draw together, a deep furrow carving between them. For one agonising second his eyes screw shut, like the question physically hurts. When they open again the blue is fractured, and raw.
âBecauseâŠâ The word rushes out on a shaky exhale, barely audible. His hands slide to your waist, kneading restlessly, thumbs circling over your ribs in a rhythm thatâs meant to ground him as much as it distracts you. âI was scared youâd get hurt.â
You wait, breath caught, letting the silence stretch until he has no choice but to keep going.
âLike you saidâ he continues, voice cracking on the edges, âbefore you I had⊠a reputation. I didnât want you hearing the stories. Didnât want people whispering shit about youâŠabout us. Calling you the flavour of the month, or worse. I thought if they got to you, if they made you doubtâŠâ He swallows hard, Adamâs apple bobbing. âI thought youâd run. That Iâd lose you before I even really had you. So I hid it. Hid us. For as long as I could.â
His word are devastating. All the ugly fears youâve been nursing dissolve in a single, breathless rush. Guilt follows fast on their heels, sharp and familiar; your own words echoed back at you, cruel in hindsight.
âToruâ you choke out, your fingers slide into his hair, gripping the silver strands hard enough to make him wince softly. His eyes search yours, wide and vulnerable in a way he rarely allows. âIâd never run from you.â
He sucks in a shuddering breath, those impossible blue eyes flaring brighter.
âI love youâ he says, voice breaking on the confession. âI love you, Y/N. I really fucking do.â
The words burn through you, searing the last of the doubt away. Your throat tightens, eyes stinging hot. âI love you too, Toru. So much.â
His mouth finds yours again, a clutch of lips and teeth and tongue that steals what little air you have left. He pulls back just enough, chest brushing yours in ragged rises and falls, eyes fluttering shut as though heâs letting your words sink in. When opens them again, his pupils have almost swallowed the blue, raw with unfiltered desire.
âI wonât stopâ he growls low, hands sliding from your waist to the hem of your shirt, fingers teasing the edge, knuckles grazing bare skin. âOnce I start I wonât be able toâIâllââ
âToru.â Your voice drops into something darker, sultrier, fingers pressing gently but firmly over his lips to quiet him. âI wonât ever tell you to stop.â
His tongue flicks out immediately, sliding between your fingers to lick a slow, lascivious stripe along the pads. His gaze never leaves yours. You shiver hard, teeth sinking into your own lip as heat coils tighter in your belly.
He pushes your hand aside and dives back to your throat, sucking a fresh mark into the skin just below your jaw while his fingers shove your shirt up and over your head in one smooth motion. The fabric catches briefly on your arms, he doesnât wait, yanking it free and tossing it somewhere behind him.
Your pyjama pants give no real struggle before they surrender, pooling at your ankles when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and drags them past your hips.
His palm cups you through your boxers, pressing just hard enough to feel the way your cock twitches under the touch. A soft, desperate sound tears from your throat. Your gasps turn ragged, eyes screwing shut as the fever takes hold completely.Â
Itâs not healthy, this need, this bone-deep certainty that youâd rather stop breathing than stop feeling him, but the thought barely registers before itâs swept away.
âFuckâ he growls against your shoulder, lips trailing fire across your skin. He rests his cheek against you for a heartbeat, breathing you in, eyes lifting to search your face like heâs asking for something he already knows the answer to. âI want you so bad.â
Your lashes flutter open. His sapphire gaze glitters back at you.
âIâm yoursâ you whisper.
His eyes widen, mouth parting on a silent inhale. Then his arms wrap around you again, crushing you to his chest.Â
In one fluid motion he lifts you, hands braced firm under your ass, your legs instinctively locking around his waist, and carries you the last few steps toward the bed.
He lowers you toward the mattress, his mouth brushing your ear in a hot, trembling whisper. âIâm gonna make sure you never doubt us againâ.
Youâre already sinking back against the pillows, thighs parting in silent invitation as you feel the mattress dip under his weight. You expected him to settle between your legs, to press the hard line of his body flush against yours and chase the friction you both craved, but he didnât.
Instead he slid lower.
His mouth mapped a slow, deliberate path down the center of your torso, open-mouthed kisses pressed to the fragile skin over your ribs, the dip of your navel, the sharp jut of your hipbone, each one hotter than the last, leaving faint, glistening trails that cooled too quickly in the cool air of your room.Â
When he reached the waistband of your boxers his hands found the backs of your thighs, warm palms sliding up until he could hook one leg gently over his shoulder.Â
Those cerulean eyes lifted to meet yours, he held you captive while his lips brushed the wet spot darkening the fabric of your boxer. Your cock jerked hard beneath the thin barrier, a helpless twitch that made heat flood your face. He smiled against you, the kind of smile that said he could feel every frantic pulse, and then his teeth caught the elastic.
He peeled your boxers down inch by torturous inch, never breaking eye contact, daring you with every slow drag to reach down and stop him. You didnât. You couldnât.Â
The waistband dragged over the head of your cock and then lower, freeing you completely, the sudden rush of cool air made you gasp, one hand flying to your mouth to muffle the sound as your length bobbed against your stomach, already leaking at the tip. He helped you pull them off the rest of the way, sending them arcing over his shoulder.Â
He licked his lips once, then leaned in and pressed the softest, wettest kiss right to the flushed head of your cock.
Your hips snapped upward before you could think, chasing the heat of his mouth. You forced them back down with a strangled noise, twisting your head to stare at the dull paint on the far wall, because looking at him, at the way his lashes fanned against flushed cheeks, at the way his tongue darted out to taste you, was too much. One slide of those perfect lips around you and youâd be gone, spilling down his throat without warning.
A light tap against your sternum pulled your gaze back down despite yourself.
He was watching you still, eyes half-lidded and wicked, tongue flat and slow as it circled the ruddy crown of your cock, collecting the bead of precum that welled up and swallowing it with a quiet, satisfied hum. The sight punched the air from your lungs.
âFuckâstopâ you yelped, voice cracking, fingers scrabbling at his forehead in a weak attempt to push him away. You couldnât breathe, not with his breath ghosting hot over sensitive skin, not with the wet heat of his tongue so close it felt like a burn.
He didnât stop.
Instead he parted his lips and let a thick, deliberate string of spit fall from the tip of his tongue. It landed on the tip of your cock, drawing startled gasp from you, then slid down the underside of your shaft in a slow, glistening trail, over the swell of your balls, then lower still, until it kissed the tight furl of your hole.Â
Your spine arched off the mattress like a bowstring pulled tight, every nerve lit up at once.
Then his mouth closed around the head.
Molten heat enveloped you. A wet, velvet suction that dragged a choked gasp from your throat. Your eyes snapped wide, fingers knotting into silver strands hard enough to make him groan around your length. He took you deeper in one smooth glide, tongue flattening along the underside, swirling lazy patterns over the sensitive ridge while his gaze never wavered.
His free hand slid lower, fingertips circling your rim in teasing strokes that made your thighs tremble. Then one finger pressed inside, breaching the resistance with steady pressure until your body yielded and swallowed him to the knuckle.
âAhâfuckâ you hissed, head slamming back against the pillows, hips canting up into the dual assault of his mouth and hand. He worked the finger in and out in shallow thrusts, curling just enough to brush that spot inside you that sent sparks racing up your spine, while his tongue smoothed relentless circles around the head still cradled between his lips.
âHow are youââ Your voice fractured on a moan. âHow are you so fucking good at this?â
He pulled off with a wet, obscene pop, lips shiny and swollen, hand wrapping around your base to stroke you in long, lazy pulls that kept the slick sounds echoing through the room. âIâm good at everythingâ he murmured, voice wrecked and smug at once, the words vibrating against your skin.
The rhythm of his hand, the filthy wet glide of spit and precum, the low groans you couldnât hold back, it all wove together into something overwhelming, dragging you under. Without warning he worked a second finger inside, twisting them together, stretching you open with a thoroughness that bordered on clinical if it werenât so devastatingly intimate.
âStopâIâm gonnaââ Your legs kicked uselessly, heels digging into the sheets, hands shoving weakly at his head again. âToru, Iâm gonna cumââ
He relented, barely, pulling his fingers free with torturous drag that left you clenching around nothing. He pressed one last filthy kiss to the weeping tip of your cock, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit like he was savouring every drop, before he began the crawl back up your body.
His mouth left marks in its wake, sharp bites that bloomed red across your collarbone, your pecs, the sensitive skin just below your nipple, teeth sinking in deep enough to dimple flesh and hold for a heartbeat before releasing.
When he finally settled over you again, hips slotting between your spread thighs, he braced one forearm beside your head, the other hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise.
âYouâre shakingâ he whispered, his forehead dropping to rest against yours, silver strands falling to curtain your faces from the dim lamplight. âTell me you still want this. Tell me youâre not gonna disappear on me.â
The question hung there, his cock pressing hot and heavy against your entrance, not pushing in, just resting there like a promise. His eyes searched yours with an intensity that made your chest ache, like he was waiting for the moment youâd pull away and prove every fear heâd confessed right.
âNeverâ you whispered.
One word. Barely more than breath. But it carried everything, the ache youâd carried home, the doubt that had taunted you. You said it like a vow, like the only truth left that mattered.
And it was enough.
His mouth parted on a soft, shattered exhale. Then he pressed forward, slow at first, careful not to hurt you, the stretch blooming sharp and exquisite as your body yielded around him.Â
You should have been used to it by now, to the way he filled you inch by careful inch, but every time felt like the first. The burn, the fullness, the way your walls fluttered helplessly around the thick heat of him. His own breath hitched, his lips fell open, eyes going half-lidded and hazy as his gaze dropped to where you were joined, watching himself disappear inside you like he needed visual proof that this was real, that you were letting him in.
Your hands scrambled across the broad expanse of his shoulders, nails digging into sweat-slick muscle, pulling him down until his mouth crashed into yours.Â
Only when he was buried to the hilt, hips flush against yours, cock throbbing deep enough that you swore you could feel it in your throat, did he finally kiss you properly. Messy, devouring, stealing the air from your lungs while he held perfectly still inside you, letting you feel every pulse, every twitch.
You writhed beneath him, legs hooking around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to drag him impossibly closer. The motion ground him against that spot inside you that made white sparks explode behind your eyelids, electricity racing up your spine.Â
He groaned into your mouth, low and broken, then pulled back just enough for a thin string of spit to bridge your lips before his hips snapped back.
No warning.
He drove forward hard, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the small room like a crack of thunder. Your body jolted up the mattress an inch, a startled gasp tore from your throat. He dropped to his elbows, chest smothering yours, weight pinning you in place as he set a ruthless rhythm, deep, punishing strokes that rocked the headboard against the wall in time with your stuttering breaths.
Your eyes slipped shut. Hands slid from his shoulders, down the lean taper of his waist, until your fingers hooked into the firm muscle of his ass. You dug in hard, urging him deeper, faster, chasing the brutal drag of him against every sensitive inch inside you. Your cock was trapped between your bodies, slick tip sliding against the ridges of his abdomen with every thrust, the friction maddening.
âFuckâyesâ you moaned, voice fracturing. âDonât stopâdonâtââ
He growled something incoherent under his breath, then pushed up onto his hands. One palm wrapped around your throat, not tight, just firm enough to make your pulse thunder against his fingers, to make every gasp sharper, every breath a conscious effort.Â
You loved this version of him, the one who lost the leash on his control, who let raw want drive him until his jaw clenched so hard you half-expected his teeth to crack.
âLook at meâ he rasped, each word punctuated by a particularly vicious snap of his hips. The wet clap of skin meeting skin dragged a high, needy whine from your throat. Your eyes flew open, locking onto his, glittering with something feral and tender all at once.
âBeautifulâ he growled, the word scraping raw from his chest.
In one fluid motion he gripped your waist, pulled out with a slick glide that left you clenching around nothing, and flipped you onto your stomach.Â
You went bonelessly, pliant from the waves of pleasure already crashing through you, letting him arrange you however he wanted, chest pressed to the sheets, hips yanked high, knees spread wide. A firm slap landed on your ass, pulling a shocked yelp from your lips, before he lined up and sank back inside in one long, smooth thrust.
Deeper.
From this angle he reached places that made your vision blur, cock dragging against your walls with devastating precision, so far in you felt him in your stomach. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, your face pressed into the mattress in a futile attempt to muffle the broken sounds spilling from your mouth.
âHold on, babyâ he chuckled, dark and breathless, before he fucked into you like he was trying to carve himself permanently inside your body.
It was filthy. Debauched. Like you existed in this moment solely for him to take, to use, to wring pleasure from until there was nothing left. And god, you loved it.
âYesâgod, yesââ The words tore free, muffled against cotton, fireworks bursting behind your closed lids, toes curling so hard they cramped. He dipped low, lips finding the nape of your neck, licking, biting, marking, while one hand snaked beneath you to splay wide over your lower stomach.
The pressure hit like a shockwave.
His palm pressed down, feeling the bulge of his own cock moving inside you through the thin wall of your abdomen. The sensation was overwhelming, too much, too intimate, too raw. Your eyes rolled back, a strangled scream caught in your throat as pleasure tipped into exquisite pain.
You turned your head just enough to catch him in the corner of your vision, silver hair falling into his eyes, jaw slack, expression shattered. Any trace of control was gone, he was pure instinct now, hips snapping erratically, chasing his own release while refusing to let you slip away from him.
His other hand wrapped around your cock in messy, off-rhythm strokes that were more desperation than skill, thumb swiping over the leaking tip with every upstroke.
It was enough.
The orgasm ripped through you like thunder, sudden and violent, a full-body convulsion that arched your back and shook your thighs. You cried out, voice cracking, hips bucking wildly enough that you nearly dislodged him.Â
Cum spilled hot and thick over his fist, over the sheets, your whole body spasming as wave after wave crashed through you, leaving you trembling and gasping.
And still he didnât stop. His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering, breath coming in harsh pants against your neckâbut he kept driving into you, chasing the last fraying edges of his control.Â
With one last shuddering snap of his hips he buried himself to the hilt, balls drawn tight against your skin as a low, guttural groan tore from his throat, the kind of sound that vibrated straight up your spine and settled in your chest.Â
You felt him pulse inside you, thick and insistent, hot spurts of cum flooding your walls until the sensation tipped from fullness to overwhelming, making your body clench reflexively around him, milking every last drop while broken whimpers spilled from your lips.
He collapsed forward, weight sagging heavy against your back, chest heaving in ragged bursts that fanned damp heat across the nape of your neck..
You shifted, just a small roll of your hips, testing, and drew a sharp, pained groan from him. That was when you registered it, he was still hard, still buried deep, cock twitching with oversensitive aftershocks inside you. A slow, deliberate grind upward made his cum leak out around the base, warm and slick, trickling down your thighs in a lazy trickle.
âStopâ he hissed through clenched teeth, hands clamping down on your hips like iron, trying to still you. But you managed another small, teasing shift anyway, feeling the way he stretched you open again, the drag exquisite even through the sting. He sucked air sharply between his teeth. âFuckâstop a second, Iâm sensitive.â
A wicked little chuckle escaped you before you could swallow it. You did it again, moaning low in your throat as the fullness shifted inside, pressing against every oversensitive inch of your walls.
âNoâ you whined, pitching your voice deliberately slutty, desperate, peering back over your shoulder to catch the fractured blue of his eyes. âI need you.â
Something in his expression snapped, a visible, visceral reaction, a quick tic at the corner of his eye like a fuse burning through. His hands wrapped around your waist in a bruising grip and yanked you upright, pulling you back onto his lap in one fluid motion.
âYou asked for thisâ he growled against the shell of your ear.
Then his arms hooked under your thighs, folding your legs back against your ribs until your knees nearly kissed your shoulders.Â
His hands laced behind your neck, forcing your head down so you had no choice but to watch as the thick length of him disappeared into your body again and again, obscene and hypnotic, your own cock slapping wetly against your stomach with every punishing upward snap of his hips.
A strangled yelp tore from your throat. The angle was brutal, deeper than before, every thrust grinding against that spot inside you until sparks danced behind your eyes. You tried to squirm, to ease the intensity, but his hold was absolute.
âWaitâToruââ The words fractured into a whine.
His fingers unlocked from behind your neck, allowing your head to slump back against his shoulder. You turned instinctively, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the line of his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, anywhere you could reach.
âI saw you with himâ he gasped, voice cracking, eyes glassy and distant even as his hips kept driving up into you. âI thought⊠I thought you were gonna leave me.â
âNghââ The sound punched out of you, thunder building in your blood, ready to crack. âPlease⊠ToruâŠâ
âI canât lose you.â The confession came out ragged, almost a sob, his thrusts turning harder, faster, one hand sliding to your hip to drag you down onto him with every stroke. Your thoughts scattered like ash, your body went limp in his grip, one hand anchored desperately to his waist, feeling the muscles bunch and release beneath your palm.
âYouâyou wonâtâ you whimpered, staring up at the ceiling in a daze, pleasure coiling so tight it hurt. âIâm going nowhere⊠Iâll never leave you⊠I-Iââ The world split open. A white haze swallowed everything as your release crashed through you, back arching violently off his chest, thighs shaking, a broken cry ripping free. âI love you!â
âShitââ He hissed the word like a prayer, flipping you prone again in one rough motion, pressing you flat into the sheets. He moulded himself to your back, thigh to thigh, chest to spine, lips at your ear, tongue flicking out to wet the skin there in a slow, possessive drag. âFuck, Y/N⊠I love you too.â
The words tipped him over. He drove deep one last time and spilled again, hot and pulsing. His hips didnât stop, he kept rocking into you through the aftershocks, a stream of filthy, broken groans spilling against your neck until, finally, he stilled.Â
With a shuddering exhale he pulled free, cum slipping warm and thick from your body as he slumped beside you, half-draped over your back like he couldnât bear even that small distance.
And suddenly, everything felt right.
His weight anchoring you to the mattress. Warm breath ghosting over your shoulder. Silver strands tickling the nape of your neck. His hands, gentle now, tracing slow, soothing circles into the dip of your lower back.
You turned your head against the sheets, cheek pressed to cotton that now smelled faintly of him. His eyes were closed, lips parted on uneven breaths, cheeks flushed a deeper red than youâd ever seen, the colour bleeding down his throat. You lifted a trembling hand, fingers brushing his cheek, pushing damp strands of hair from his forehead.
His lashes fluttered. Those impossible blue eyes opened, finding you instantly, softening in a way that made your heart clench so hard it stole your breath. The realisation hit you all at once, sharp and sweet and overwhelming. You were madly in love with him. And he, with all his light, and all his fears, and his football field-sized bravado, was madly in love with you.
A hysterical little giggle bubbled up from your chest before you could stop it.
He blinked, happy and bemused at once. âWhat?â
âI just⊠love you so much.â
His eyes lit up, like youâd handed him the entire sky. A beautiful, lopsided smile split his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
âStopâ he whined, suddenly burying his face in the sheets, but not before you caught the fresh pink flush climbing his ears, spreading down his neck in a wave he couldnât hide.
You chuckled softly, leaning closer until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. âI love you.â
He flinched, a small, helpless sound escaping him.
âI love you.â
âStopââ The word cracked into laughter, but he couldnât quite manage it. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest in a tangle of limbs, but you didnât stop.
âI love youâ you whispered again and again, between every kiss pressed to his jaw, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat, until the words blurred into a mantra and his laughter shook the bed beneath you both.
âShitâ he huffed finally, breathless, head dropping back against the pillow, eyes fixed on the ceiling with a soft, contented smile curving his lips. âI love you too. Now stop, before I turn into complete mush.â
âOkay.â You lifted your head just enough to rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him through your lashes. âLove you though.â
He let out a pained groan, all dramatic and theatrical, but the smile never left his face. âLove you tooâ
You settled your cheek against the steady thump of his heart, arms wrapping around his waist so tightly you werenât sure youâd ever let him go.
And that's it folks! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was so long, got carried away đ€€.
Btw, don't steal or feed into AI, I don't want that clanker copying my shit!
nerdjo! who had been hesitant to confess to you at first, worried about whether or not you were into guys, or into him.
heâd never had a crush this bad before. never having anything above a small hallway crush. he never got to know someone enough to get a crush on them.
but of course you had to enter his life.
what was once studying, cramming, and reading.. was now playing video games with you, watching tv with you, and hanging out with you.
he was always with you.
he knew this was a deciding factor in his growing feelings for you. the close proximity, the familiar presence, the trust in one another.
he saw how it happened, it only made sense, yet.. at the same time he never saw it coming.
he, the satoru gojo, had a crush on this random guy he met this year!
he never really considered his type before but you were probably as close as heâd get, though he wished you were a bit more interested in academics.
nerdjo! who loved your eyes and your smile and your laugh. he loved the way you said certain words, or how you made a face every time he said something you didnât understand.
he loved the little things about you. he loved everything about you.
not only were you good-looking but you had a great personality!
who wouldnât want you honestly?
nerdjo! who started to follow you around like a lost puppy. he didnât know how to show affection or interest so this was the next best thing.
need help studying? heâs got you. heâll tutor you, and if you still donât get it, heâll just do the work for you. he canât let his best bud fail his classes, right?
youâre hungry? heâll go get you food. he has plenty of money to spare so why not?
he starts sitting next to you in every class you share. itâs not fair to let some random guy or girl sit next to you and not him. you probably want to sit next to him too anyways.
after class the two of you would walk back together, sometimes your shoulders end up brushing and satoru had to bite back a smile.
he wishes he could just grab your arms and kiss you, he wants to kiss you so bad.
whether youâre in class writing notes or in his dorm watching tv, he just wanted to be able to lean over and kiss you. short kisses, long kisses, french kisses, fuck he just wanted your lips on his.
nerdjo! who starts dressing up nicer, wanting to make you notice him.
what once used to be graphic tees and jeans is now button up shirts with sweaters over them.
he even starts buying expensive cologne, heâs never been all that interested in fancy smells but heâll do anything to get you to compliment him or like him.
when you finally do compliment him on his cologne heâs over the moon, grinning for the rest of the day, week even.
he couldnât help it. you gave him butterflies and he never wanted this feeling to end. he just hopes you dont question how he ended up buying ten more bottles of the cologne you liked.
nerdjo! who has been trying everything to get you to notice him. he just wants you to see how much he wants you.
heâs nervous to make the first move, desperately hoping youâll fall for him overnight.
he knew that wasnât gonna happen, but a guy could dream.
eventually he realizes heâs getting nowhere, stuck in the awkward friend zone.
one day in class the professor was giving a lecture, the two of you sat near the back so no one heard your conversations.
satoru secretly scoots his chair closer, your arms almost touching as they rest on the desk.
he couldnât help the way his eyes trailed up your arm, your hands were so big. your arms were toned, he almost wanted to lean in and bite the muscles.
satoru idly scribbles on his paper, already knowing everything the professor was teaching.
nerdjo! who was more focused on you than any lecture. he prefers listening to you speak, hell heâd listen to you talk about anything.
satoru sucks in a breath, mentally preparing himself as he turns his head towards you, eyes scanning your face, you looked bored. cheek resting on your palm.
he slowly slides his arm over, fingers dancing closer to your forearm before touching your skin.
you donât even react, simply looking at him with a raised brow.
he feels his stomach flutter as your eyes meet his, he loved your eyes, he honestly thought he could look at them all day.
he cleared his throat quietly, giving you a small nervous smile, trying not to sink down on himself.
âyou.. look good today.â
he quietly mumbles, not even sure if you heard him.
the second he sees the light pink dusting your cheeks hes doing his best not to start grinning.
you only chuckle, nodding with a smile as you give you a small âthank youâ.
he thinks heâs gonna faint, your smile is making his heart race, youâre so handsome.
nerdjo! who since that day has been wanting to make you blush, all he wants is to see the pink in your cheeks again.
he canât believe he was the one who made you look like that.
he doesnât care if itâs something so small, something that might not even be romantic, he just loved seeing you blush.
nerdjo! who planned the confession for weeks, wanting it to be perfect.
he couldnât mess this up. he had to make sure everything was perfect, you deserve that.
he wanted to be perfect for you.
he had been pining over you for months now, he couldnât handle just being your friend.
nerdjo! who hated the weird feeling he got when you called him âbroâ or âdudeâ. he knew itâs how you addressed all your friends but.. he didnât want to be your bro. he wanted to be yours.
one night you were staying at his dorm, the two of you playing mario kart.
satoru kept stealing glances at you, the way your brows furrowed, biting your lip slightly in concentration. he hated how much the sight affected him.
he thought you were so breathtaking even when you were doing something as simple as playing a game on his switch.
he couldnât take it anymore. when the game ended, you getting first place of course, he turned, sitting criss cross on the bed, now facing you.
it took you a second to notice him staring but you did, he looked.. nervous, which wasnât unusual for him, but he looked more nervous than normal.
he murmurs your name, trying his best not to fidget or do any of his anxious habits.
you were looking at him, waiting for him to speak with your stupidly handsome face.
âI.. I really like you.. and really, really want you to be my boyfriend,â
he pauses before adding.
â-and if you reject me I will likely die from embarrassment so please dont.. reject.. me.â
he was looking down at this point, his plans from the past few weeks thrown in the trash can.
he wanted it to be perfect but now..?
he couldnât stand you not knowing how badly he wanted you.
you were silent for a long time before your hand found his chin, tilting his head back up to look at you, he blushed at this.
âsatoru..â
you start, voice low and slightly amused, you kinda had a feeling he liked you, not that he was really hiding it.
âive been waiting for you to say something..â
satoruâs eyes widen, glasses slipping slightly down to the bridge of his nose, your hand pushing them back up.
you couldâve sworn he almost whimpered.
he struggles to speak, clearly on the verge of an emotional melt down. heâs never actually got this far with someone he was interested in, now it was actually happening.
âr-really?â
he stammers, fists clenching on the sheets of his bed, he didnât know what else to do.
you only laugh at his reaction, nodding as your hand grips his chin again, leaning in and closing the distance between you two.
nerdjo! who swears his heart is gonna burst. he feels so overwhelmed in a good way.
you were kissing him.
you were actually kissing him.
all the times heâs dreamt about this, imagined this.. he canât believe this is happening.
he wants to cry, and jump up and down, and giggle, and kick his feet.
you actually like him back. YOU, like HIM. you?? youâre so beautiful, satoru feels like you deserve more, yet at the same time heâs the only one who can treat you like this.
he kissed you back, his lack of experience a little too obvious but you didnât mind.
when you pulled back he wanted so badly for your lips to be on his again, almost following after you pull away.
its silent for a moment before he quietly asks.
âdoes.. this mean weâre dating now?â
nerdjo! who officially becomes your boyfriend, feeling like he was on top of the world.
you chose him. you wanted him.
you were his boyfriend, his real boyfriend.
nerdjo! who starts kissing you every time he sees you, well more so you kissing him, hes still nervous to initiate it.
he was quickly growing addicted to the feeling of your lips, he could say for certain it was one of the best things in the world.
nerdjo! who canât stop touching you, he constantly wants to hold your hand, or hug you, or cuddle. he just wants to be with you, okay?
he loved laying in your lap, your hands would card through his hair, making him feel utterly content as he rambles about digimon or astrology.
he loved that you let him speak, he loved that you actually listened.
nerdjo! who melts in your arms when you hug him, clinging to you like a koala and you wouldnât have it any other way.
nerdjo! who loved your touch and craved it whenever he didnât have it.
you were practically living in one anotherâs dorms at this point, either cuddling or kissing who knew.
nerdjo! who started to crave more as your relationship progressed.
by the six month mark he couldnât deny that he wanted more, he needed your touch like oxygen.
he wanted more, he wanted to go farther.
he wanted you to touch him under his shirt, his pants, his underwear.
he wanted you everywhere.
nerdjo! whose pants get tighter every time you make out with him or hug him too long.
itâs not his fault, you should just stop being so attractive!
he hates when you tease him for it, for some reason he doesnât feel all that embarrassed though.
nerdjo! who starts to subtly tell you he wants more.
when youâre making out he crawls into your lap, teasingly brushing his hips against yours.
he especially loved when he heard the little groan in your throat against his lips.
it definitely didnât make him twitch in his pants.
he starts letting his hands travel more, not caring if he isnât being the nervous train wreck he usually is.
he wants you, and he wants you now.
nerdjo! who shamelessly starts grinding against you one night, having pulled an all nighter, his brain was a bit out of it.
you were caught of guard for a moment but you didnât push him off, or call him clingy or gross.
Instead you slid your hands down, gripping his hips and pulling him against you, bucking your own hips up in the process.
the noise he lets out is almost embarrassing.
his glasses started sliding off, just about falling down on your face when he pulls back, breathing heavily, breath hot on your lips.
â..need you.â
he mutters, voice breathless and low from the make out session, that combined with the slow grinding was turning him into mush.
you bring your finger up, pressing it against his lips.
you could see the small eye bags forming under his eyelids, you smile, sliding your hand to gently scratch at his scalp, he practically purred.
âas much as I want that.. you need some sleep, baby.â
âŠ
baby?
did you.. just call him baby?
satorus face flushes, pressing his face against the crook of your neck, his body feeling hot.
Satoru always had a big appetite especially when it came to sweets. But in the following weeks of winter you noticed his appetite dramatically increased.
He would take extras of whatever you cooked for breakfast, told you to pack him more of those protein bars that tasted like artificial birthday cake, asked you to cook extra of whatever meat you cooked for dinner, Overall he just became more of a glutton than he already was.
One night you finally noticed the changes in his body.
He was changing out of his sorcerer uniform. His back was broader being able to see some of his muscles when he moved just right, he turned around as he fixed his baggy t-shirt from being inside out. Your eyes scan his front. Chest heavier, arms bigger yet looked a little soft, and his abs not as defined anymore.
He was fucking huge.
his eyes follow your gaze on him white eyebrow quirking upwards with that stupid knowing grin spreading across his lips. One long stride over to the bed his large hands go on either side of your hips on the mattress - large body looming over you looking down at you.
âyouâve been staring at me all night, wanna tell me thatâs all about?â his voice teasingly low, of course he got a kick out of you eyeing him up since he took off his shirt.
you swallowed hard your eyes trailing from his soft abs up at his face, his lips still plastered with that stupid grin of his.
âyouâre huge,â is all you could manage to say with how intensely he was looking at you his blue eyes having that crazy glow to them.
Satoru sighs out a chuckle, large hands leaving the mattress landing on your waist gently pushing you down flat on the plush mattress before completely smothering you with his huge body making you let out noise from how overwhelmingly heavy he is.
âSatoru! get off,â you whine weakly. hands smacking his broad upper back that just made him chuckle again. His nose dips down into your neck placing soft kisses against the warm skin.
âbut youâve been looking at me all night like youâre gonna eat me,â he says in between kisses on your neck making you squirm weakly under him.
âthatâs only because you look different,â you groan weakly still trying to get out from under his crashing body.
Satoru lifts his head up looking down at you with a slight pout
âgood different or bad different?â
you sigh with relief, atleast half his weight is off you now
âobviously a good different,â you reply softly looking up at him. Chest lightly heaving from catching your breath after just being crushed by him.
then with full force he smothers you again with his entire body weight, his lips overwhelming your face in kisses.
âi knew you love it,â he grins against your cheek before attacking it again with soft kisses making you sigh knowing youâd be under him for awhile.
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