Dopamine
You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.
pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Reader x Boxer! Sukuna
warnings!!! - Heavy angst, cheating, Satoru starts off cruel and mean, reader starts off very shy/insecure, yandere Sukuna. This chap - OH BOY - Toxic, red flag Sukuna, he's obsessed, lighter angst but don't get fooled, a fuck ton of sexual tension, voyeurism, oral (f receiving) fingering, squirting, rough sex, possessive sukuna, yearning satoru, like yearning bad, reader is conflicted, unhealthy relationships, toxic dynamics, Sukuna not giving A FUCK, some violence, too many feelings, pining, finger sucking, creampie. yep that's it I think - 10.8k wc
it's MESSY - can't wait for the very distant future poly end hehe
part four- masterlist - playlist - part six
part five
𝕾𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆
Ring ring ring.
Knock knock knock.
No answer.
Sukuna decides to beat on your parents door instead, grinning like a psycho when a butler finally answers, turning up their nose at him. Yeah, he’s used to that shit, even if Sukuna was wealthy, even if he was a whole nepo baby like Satoru himself, there was always disdain for the ‘failed son’ the ‘disgrace of society’.
Your dad – he thinks that’s who this is at least, he looked him up last night curiously – walks up to the front door now next to the distraught butler, scoffing. “What on earth are you doing here?”
“I came to pay ya a visit, pops,” he says mockingly, cracking his knuckles and watching your dad pale. “Heard ya like to hit little girls.”
“She’s an adult –”
“So you did hit her.”
“No!? What the – I will call the police!” Sukuna laughs now, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he thinks of beating the living fuck out of him.
“Call ‘em,” your mom comes rushing forward, gasping when Sukuna slams your dad to the ground, straddling him and yanking at his collar. She’s waving her arms all around like some frantic chicken.
“You can’t just come into our home – you’re so uncouth!”
“Uncouth is hitting your daughter, oh and marrying her to a dick.”
“Satoru Gojo is better than she could ever do!” Sukuna snorts at that, pressing his forearm down on the prissy man’s throat. “Get off my husband this instant!”
“I’m not scared to hit you too,” she gasps and backs away. “I’m here for him though.”
“Speak your business and leave,” your father has clear fear in his eyes, Sukuna grins wide. “We know your type.”
“You don’t know shit about me.”
“Some friend,” your mother scoffs out those words.
“I am her friend, that’s why I’m here, to teach you both a lesson about hitting your damn daughter. Lesson one.”
Sukuna lifts his tattooed fist, his knuckles white when how tightly they’re clenched, and brings it down hard onto your father's jaw with a sickening crack that echoes. It’s like music to his fucking ears, Sukuna can’t help but grin as your dad’s head snaps back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“Not a little girl, am I Pops,” he’s coughing, Sukuna doesn't stop, either – he knows he should. He intended one hit, but to think again about that split lip and black eye of yours? No.
He lands another punch, this one to the other side of your father's face, grinding his knuckles into the man's cheekbone until it damn near shatters – a little more force and it would. Yet Sukuna knows you’ll be upset about this altogether, the last thing he wants to do is have you more upset.
"Did that hurt?" Sukuna asks, his voice dangerously calm, a smirk on his face spreading. "Shouldn’t you ‘know your fucking place’."
Your mother screams when Sukuna stands and brushes his hands along his shoulders, knuckles bloody from the contact. Your mother is rushing to her husband's side, cradling his bleeding face and glaring up at Sukuna.
"You monster! You brute! How dare you!"
Sukuna looks at her, then at your father, who is groaning on the floor, clutching his jaw, before leaning down, hands on his thighs. “Ya gonna lay your hand on your daughter again?”
“You have no right to speak-”
“No,” she stares at her husband in shock. “I won’t, fuck.”
“Pussy too,” Sukuna snorts, standing straight and jerking toward the butler just to make him piss himself, laughing even louder. “Leave your daughter the fuck alone, both of you, or I won’t be so ‘cordial’.”
“Well I never!”
“Now you have.”
Sukuna walks out – not in handcuffs surprisingly, seems your parents at least weren’t snitches, but then frowns as soon as he sees your text.
You - Where are you?
Shit, you were gonna be real mad.
****
𝖄𝖔𝖚
You’re reading Satoru’s texts and your heart hammers in your chest, a girl who was hopelessly in love just in a month has grown feelings for another. You feel so much for Sukuna, so deeply, yet something about Satoru’s desperate texts are tugging at your fucking heart.
You’re dripping Sukuna’s cum, littered in bruises from his grip, from where he’d fucked you senseless into that bed. You’ve never felt like this, your thighs trembling, your heart split in half, from the odd guilt you feel and the euphoria in equal measures. You know Satoru’s done worse – right in front of you at that, yet it didn’t somehow free you from your thoughts.
Sukuna wasn’t there when you woke up, a stranger in his penthouse.
You sigh and call Satoru, who surprisingly picks up fast.
“Are you all right?”
“You care?” You can’t help but say it harshly, sighing and shutting your eyes then. “I am fine, Gojo. Promise.”
“Well considering you didn’t write me once and… you saw my…”
“I saw them,” you lean back on the couch, toying with the edge of the big shirt Sukuna threw on you. “I was busy.”
“Busy, hah,” he laughs without humor over the phone. “Busy getting fucked by your psycho boxing instructor?”
“Yeah,” Satoru pauses, and your eyes shut, cursing internally. “I was getting fucked by him.”
“So you… you’re not…”
“A virgin, no. Guess you can’t use that insult – you could use whore now though, if you feel like it,” he says nothing instead. “You have no right to be upset.”
“Yeah I fucking know,” he laughs again, a harsh sound in your ear. “Okay so you fuck someone, does he at least make you cum?”
“Why would you care? As if you’d have done anything for me if we were together. Should thank you for not, by the way.”
“You don’t know what I’d do, haven’t you heard those girls cum?”
“Yes I have, your welcome for fucking somewhere other than your house where you can hear.”
“Right,” he sighs now, a loud sound. “Have fun?”
“I did actually,” you swallow down the guilt – he doesn’t deserve your guilty feelings, your hurt heart. “So she’s not there?”
“No, and I didn’t invite her either yesterday.”
“Didn’t tell her to go, did you?”
“I… are you coming home today?”
“Sometime, yeah, I know we have the event tonight but how am I going to cover this bruise up?”
“I can have someone come professionally cover it, I offered you a makeup artist before if you remember.”
“I guess that’ll work…” You trail off again, taking a breath. “You said you wanted me to come home.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I just… it was as if we… I wanted…”
You pause and try to let him speak, wishing you didn’t care, wishing your heart wasn’t aching – for what?
“Just come home.”
“You let me know it’s your home Gojo – I don’t have a home.”
Your tears slip through before you can think to stop them, the fact smacking you sharp in the face, you’re so happy to be with Sukuna, to be in his home, but it’s not yours. Perhaps the boxing ring is the closest thing you have to feeling that way, that felt homey for you to come to, even the home you grew up in didn’t feel that way, nor your apartment you had for a few years.
“Can me and you just fucking talk? Without him?”
“We’ve had time to talk,” you swallow nervously. “I’m feeling a bit of happiness, will you just let me, if you don’t completely hate me?”
“Just come home soon, okay?” He hangs up, leaving you as fucking confused as you’ve ever been, looking at the phone when it rings.
But this is from your mother.
“Hello?”
“You had the man you’re cheating on Gojo with beat up your father!?”
“What?”
“I know it was you who sent him, you dumb little whore!”
“I don’t know–” She’s screaming the worst things at you, making you start to feel sick. “Stop yelling please.”
“What a fucking discgrace, first you have Gojo threaten us, now your lover beats your dad’s face in!? What sort of whore are you having these men dumb enough to fight us over you. Worthless girl.”
“Mom I didn’t do anything-”
“I wish I had another child, fuck anyone but you would do,” your tears fall at her cruel words.
“I wish I had good parents,” you finally speak up, breaths making your chest rise and fall, tears hot and stinging. “I wish it was anyone but you, terrible, miserable, cruel fucking woman.”
“Don’t you dare-”
“Don’t you dare ever call me again, I don’t ever want to even see you.” You hang up quickly when Sukuna’s opening the door, pausing as he sees your tear streaked face.
“Shit… Let me…”
“I asked you not to do that,” you’re sniffling as he shuts the door, setting the keys on the counter, walking right for you. “You could have went to prison!”
“I’d get out,” his jokes don’t work, and he notices, frowning again as he stares at you, brushing your messy hair back. “I had to do something, you expect me to let someone fucking hit you?”
“It will just make stuff worse for me, I know you care but – mnh!” Sukuna brushes his thumb against where you’re hurt, making you suck in a breath.
“He did that, and this,” he touches where your lip just healed, making it tingle underneath his thumb. “I don’t listen to what anyone fucking tells me, and I’m sorry – but I won’t listen to a girl who’s getting abused defending her abusers.”
“Yet I asked you to!” You shove at him now, glaring even through your tears, Sukuna cups your face, leaning low.
“Guess what? I’d do it again,” you gasp, eyes locking with his – an impossible, insane red. “I told you I’d burn down the fucking world for you.”
“You c-can’t,” he turns you around then, wrapping his huge arms around you, cock pressing on the curve of your ass. “Why me?”
“Because it’s you,” he bites your neck, earning your sharp hiss. “God it’s all I can think of since I first saw you, how fucking pretty you were, how broken. How I want to fit these beautiful, broken pieces back together.”
“You’re insane,” you whisper, when he turns your face to him.
“I punched him twice,” you shake your head just a bit in his strong hold, his other hand gripping you between your thighs. “Wanted to kill him, wanted to beat your shitty ass mom.”
“Sukuna!”
“I hate them, I hate anyone who hurt you,” his fingers brush you over that soft shirt until it’s soaked, and you’re writhing for his touch. “And I hate that they made you think you deserved it."
His voice drops to a low whisper against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, making your tummy clench with need. “I know you care, I just… you don’t understand how deep it runs and… I am being a dis-”
“You don't fucking deserve it, and you never did."
His words leave no room for argument, as he’s touching your cunt, wrecking your mind to the point you’re arching against him, whining out desperately. “Kuna…”
“Love when you call me that dumb nickname,” his teeth sink into your neck before he’s bending you over the arm of the couch with a firm push, leaving you breathless when he hovers over you with his heavy weight, his knuckles coated with the dried blood from your dad.
“That’s…”
“Sorry I didn't wash my hands yet,” he laughs and turns your face towards him, breaths mingling together.
His hands yank that big shirt you're wearing up over your ass, the curve of it making him groan. “Mnh…”
"I'm not sorry for what I did," your hands grip the pillow he’s got you pressed against, his body heavy as he presses you down, you hear his zipper sliding down, cunt already responding to it. "I'm not sorry I beat his face in. I'd do it again."
Sukuna’s pressing the wet, slicked head of his cock against your entrance, you’re arching back for more, earning his desperate groan, arms wrapping around your waist to drag you down. Your cunt is struggling to take his shape, eyes rolling back just feeling the stretch.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispers hoarsely, eyes dark as they study you. You’re soaking him, drool spilling from your cunt as he just presses, swiping it up and down, the wet noise echoing in your ringing ears. “Can you take me brat?”
“Mhm, but I m-mad,” he chuckles. “Not funny!”
“You’re just too fuckin’ cute,” Sukuna doesn't prepare you, doesn't wait, drives into you in one brutal, deep stroke that makes you scream out, him moan as you wrap him so goddamn tight. “Oh fuck… stretching her out, huh?”
You cry out, your fingers digging into the arms that wrap you now, face pressed down toward the couch cushions as he gives you just a moment and starts to move inside of you. Mean, possessive strokes that suck the breath from your lungs, tip dragging along your walls, stuffing you so full you can’t think.
“Deserved every fucking hit for touching you,” Sukuna’s voice is dark, his hand coming to rest on your head, entangling in the nape of your neck, lips moving across your jaw. “Deserved worse.”
“You can h-hit everyone who h- hiccup!” He’s fucking you too good, angling his cock so it ruins your snug little hole, still sore from last night – a sweet, addictive ache that rushes through you.
“I can, hah…” He’s gripping you with his bloodied hand, capturing your lips and slamming inside again, filling you until he’s bulging inside your tummy, the one still pressed on the arm – the pressure too much. “I will kill anyone who hurts you.”
You swallow, tears threatening to spill, unable to do anything other than arch back and whine out, eyes rolling back in your skull. Tears do spill, with drool, when he slips your hand down to your own clit. “Mnh, why do you care s-so much for me?”
He pauses, pulling out and lifting you in his arms, your hand falling off as you cling to him tightly. Sukuna’s guiding his cock back inside slower now, studying you with his eyes unreadable – if only you could know what he was thinking. Why he deems you so special that he’d do anything – do too much for you, but he’s pressing you right on the nearest wall, holding you there.
“You ask dumb questions, brat,” his words are soft, cock stuffing you full, his hands digging into the plush of your ass, dragging you down harder as your nails grip his shoulders. “I already told you, I won’t let someone hurt you.”
Your thighs press against his hips, his grip on you tightening until he leaves marks, eyes catching yours – his thrusts are slower now, easier on you, you’re so tight still you can feel the pop of the ridge on his cockhead, every raised vein down his shaft on your gummy walls.
“Feek s’fuckin’ perfect, made just f’me, huh? All me.”
“Don’t stop,” you whisper drunkenly already, the way he looks at you, the way he makes you feel, your voice trembling and shaky. “Please…”
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” his words are rough, but the way he caresses your face is delicate. “Fill you up with as much cum as you need, all of it.”
His lips capture yours, and suddenly none of it matters – your mom’s nasty calls, Satoru’s call, it all just fades as he fills you and fucks your thoughts away.
Addictive.
Sukuna is addictive.
*****
𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚
Seeing you after your night out, littered with marks when you walk in with some brand new dress Satoru’s never seen, his heart sinks in his fucking chest. He knew what you did, that you gave Sukuna your virginity – the thing he told you he never wanted, but what a fucking lie it was.
Satoru wanted you the moment he fucking saw you at the engagement party, he just wanted to give you that freedom, and now you have it, you’re using it. If he didn’t care he’d be happy for you if anything – not feeling this sick jealousy creeping underneath his skin, mixed with the sheer desperation to get even the smallest hint of you.
Your lips underneath his? He didn’t care where they were, if they were sucking Sukuna off or not, didn’t care if your cunt was full of Sukuna’s cum and stretched out – he’d pump more inside you. It’s driving him insane, the need that’s been building, that increased from that night when he took you away from your parents, and now he just got that nasty fucking call.
Sukuna beating them up? He doesn’t blame him actually – he wanted to, but the problem was he knows now things will be worse for you. And yeah, Satoru fucking cares. Imagine him, caring for a human being? He didn’t know he was even capable of it, and here she is wobbling and all bruised from this fuck ass Sukuna.
“You look like you had fun,” he manages to say, you’re blushing as you shut the door. “Too much.”
“Yeah I need to go get fixed up,” you hesitate, pausing in front of him, opening your mouth as if to say anything, but then closing it. “So she’s not here?”
“No,” his answer is quiet, the clock ticking on the wall loud suddenly, the only sound aside from the whirring of the fan overhead and your breaths. “You know he beat your dad up.”
“I know,” your eyes close. “I told him not to.”
“So he didn’t listen?”
“Don’t act like you’d listen to me,” you scoff and shake your head. “No, he shouldn’t have done it, but… he did. And he was honest.”
“You think I didn't wanna beat the shit out of him?” You shake your head.
“No, I don’t think you did. Why would you?”
“Why? I watched… I heard…” Satoru turns, emotions hitting him hard. “Sukuna’s not the only person who gives a fuck.”
“Well that’s a very new development,” you sniffle just a bit, making him turn back to look at your glassy eyes and swollen lips trembling. “I don’t know what to believe from you, what’s jealousy, what’s a game. If you cared, how could you have acted like that, the day in the office?”
“I needed you to give up,” he laughs without humor, walking up to you and leaning low, a hand on the wall behind you. “You did give up, didn’t you?”
“Now you wish I what, held on longer? You don’t even know I’m sure – I wrote you a note in there. Bet you threw the lunch out.”
“I ate it,” you blink in clear confusion. “I read the note.”
“You read that, and said nothing?” Your tears stream down your cheeks, still marked from that hit, Satoru swipes at one gently, his huge hand cupping your face. “You probably laughed at it.”
“I didn’t laugh,” his voice is soft now, as he feels the regret from it all eat him alive. He never planned to care for you during this, he never planned to feel anything – he actively avoided it, but now all he can think of is that note. “You said you felt things when we kissed.”
“I did,” your lip trembles under his thumb. “You said you felt nothing.”
“I did say that,” he sighs now. “Was your cunt wet, your heart racing? Did you ache right here?”
His hand presses your tummy, heat seeping through, your chest rises and falls with your shallow breaths. “It doesn’t matter what I felt, does it? I was no different from Jennifer, Chloe, whoever you could find. In fact – you wanted them.”
“And you think I don’t want you?”
“I know it,” you press your hands to his chest, pausing for a moment. “I asked you if you cared a bit to let me be happy.”
“He’s psychotic.”
“So are you,” he laughs then, shaking his head.
“Yeah I guess so,” he eases back reluctantly, every nerve ending was screaming to lift you up, to kiss and fuck the thoughts of Sukuna away. “I’ll have the makeup artist cover your hickeys up too.”
“Yours are where you can’t see,” your hand slips to his abdomen, he sucks in a breath as you lift that shirt, revealing the purple bruises and touching them.
Satoru almost cums from a caress on a goddamn hickey.
His hand grips your wrist tightly as you look up at him under your lashes, not the shy unsure look, there’s just a little something different there already. “I have a few of these too.”
“Yeah, I bet you do,” he slips your sleeve down, revealing a bite mark right on your shoulder. “I’d be mad he bruised every bit of your skin – but I’d do it too.”
“You wouldn’t, you don’t want to mark me,” he smirks, thumb brushing over the bite, making you tremble, goosebumps rising. “You’re just mad I fucked someone.”
“Yeah I’m mad, but oh sweetheart,” he leans down, lips hovering over the bite on your neck, your hands cling to his shirt, head tilting to the side. Satoru’s hand slips up your spine slowly, lips barely a breath away from your skin. “I’d mark you even worse than he did, your pretty tits would be covered, your waist, your hips. Every cute little slutty inch.”
You say nothing, whining softly, your dilated eyes fucking destroying him as he pulls back, leaving you blinking – it takes everything to do it, against every damn instinct he has. “Gojo…”
“Call me Satoru while we’re out tonight, yeah? Especially when the cameras are on us, they’re gonna ask hard questions about your boxer.” You nod and he drags himself away, shutting his eyes. “You smell like his cologne.”
“I’ll wash up…” You brush past him ever so slightly, Satoru’s hands clench into fists.
He wants to fucking kill Sukuna, but moreso he wants you to look at him the way he saw you looking at Sukuna yesterday, with that damn look in your eyes. Yet he doesn’t deserve that – he didn’t deserve anything from you, fuck he deserves to hear you get railed by him every night.
Just because he knows that doesn’t mean he stops craving it until it drives him insane, jerking it just hearing you in the shower later like a desperate freak. It’s what you make him.
*****
𝕾𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆
“How was the night?” Sukuna asks the next day as you’re both in the boxing ring, you frown a little. “What?”
“It was just hard to deal with all the questions, all the photos that they were taking of me,” Sukuna wipes the sweat off his forehead, it’s early in the morning before anyone else comes, Sukuna had hated being away from you after sleeping with you.
In his arms, where he fucking needs you, but last night he had a match he had to coach, and you had that dumb event, where he had to see you on Satoru Gojo’s arm. He knows it’s for show, but there’s something about the two of you together, this sinking fucking feeling you harbor more for Satoru than you let on.
He’ll gladly fuck every thought of the prissy little nepo baby from your mind, but at the same time, he’s so desperate to be with you, he’d rather let you get whatever it is out of your system, under his control. He could see it in the way your cheeks heat up when you talk about him, the way you looked back at him in the house the other night when he took you away.
Sukuna knows that Satoru is gonna try shit on you – he’d rather make sure that he understands you’re his, and that you understand it.
“Sukuna,” you frown as you stare at your phone, Sukuna hits the punching bag and leans over to look at you.
“What, brat? Avoiding training? Think because you got dick you don’t have to put in effort?” You roll your eyes but your lips quirk up, he laughs when you shove at him.
“Jerk,” but your face falls, Sukuna frowns at you.
“What is it? Better not be your fuck ass parents.”
“No, it’s just that someone took a picture of me at the event, after all the cameras stopped and posted this…” Sukuna picks up the phone, frowning when he sees the name, brows raised.
“What kinda fuck ass handle is that? Is she a stalker or some shit?”
“She’s a paparazzi for the shittiest company, so yeah,” you sigh, Sukuna can tell the words are hurting your feelings. “She said I’m… that I…”
“Shh,” his jaw sets now, seeing her nasty little comment when he takes your phone from your shaky hand. “What a stupid bitch, does she need some good dick or something?”
“Sukuna…” You giggle a bit as he takes his own phone out, pulling up the shitty comment on the candid picture of you, you’re still gorgeous it’s just a really odd angle, and there’s a hint of your black eye and swollen lip with the lighting. “What are you doing!?”
“I’ll make this dumb bitch cry, thinking she can say shit about you,” he laughs then, his eyes flashing just a tad redder than usual, black painted finger nails flying over the phone.
“Don’t be mean!”
“You’re a little too nice brat,” he turns away when you try to grab his phone, letting you reach around him.
“Give it!”
“Nope, if I beat up your dad I’ll cuss this bitch out.”
“Sukuna you shouldn’t have done that, I’m still hearing about it,” he shrugs, looking back at you.
“They still talking shit?” You look down. “Ah, another visit.”
“No more visits, you can’t fuck your way out of trouble every time you know,” Sukuna turns and raises a brow at you. “Isn’t that what it was?”
“No brat,” he tilts your chin up with two fingers. “It was me wanting to bury my cock inside you.”
You’re a blushing mess, cheeks hot under his fingers, making him chuckle softly. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“You’re just cute.”
“I can be serious,” you cross your arms, making him smirk.
“She can say what she wants, you have my mouth on your cunt, and my cum inside you. Bet no one’s ever fucked this bitch.”
“Don’t be too mean!” You frown when you see his comment pops up on your phone, pretty eyes widening. “Oh god, you can’t tell her to do that!?!?”
“Sure I can, brat,” he laughs maniacally as he starts typing even more, ripping the surely sad girl to shreds. “Bet she–”
“Ryoumen Sukuna!”
“Fuck you’re sexy when you’re all mad,” he tugs you close, shoving his phone in his pocket, huge hand on the small of your back, tugging you against his body. He’s slick with sweat, your little hands gripping his massive biceps, fingers pressing in against the muscles. “You have even that dumb twink dying after you, surely you know she’s full of shit, yeah?”
You bury your face against his chest, sighing. “He doesn’t want me, I don’t know why you’re so convinced.”
“I’m not blind, look at his fucking face in the photos – yearning like a loser, can’t blame him though. I would too if I couldn’t have you.”
“Insane, you’re toxic and insane,” Sukuna grins at that, seeing you’re still visibly affected by the words.
“I am, so I’ll just eat your pussy until you forget her comment,” you gasp when Sukuna is on his knees, tugging down your leggings, already inhaling your scent, fuck he loves it. “Bet she’s touching herself to pictures of your dumb husband and he’s jerking it to you instead.”
“You’re insane, ngh!” Sukuna drags you against his face, wrapping an arm around your hips and tugging you close, tongue lapping up your slit and gathering those juices, groaning. “Kuna they’ll be coming to practice soon.”
“Then you need to cum quick,” he spreads the meat at your inner thighs apart, tongue lapping all those juices up, moaning as you fill his mouth. Your phone goes off with another comment, and you pause, blinking. “What is it?”
“He commented,” Sukuna chuckles against your heat, slipping his thumb to press on your clit, making your whine our, arching.
“Defended you?”
“M-must be for show or…”
“Or he wants to bury his face,” Sukuna’s tongue slips inside your hole, your phone falls, clattering to the soft floor of the ring, hands clinging to his shoulders. “You’re fucking beautiful, don’t listen to that shit.”
*****
𝖄𝖔𝖚
How fucking awkward.
You, Chloe, Jennifer, Sukuna all at a fucking dinner table that night.
Satoru looks utterly miserable between the two girls fighting over who gets a whack at him tonight, excusing himself to go grab drinks, Sukuna’s enjoying this shit far too much, slipping his fingers in your cunt while you all sit there. Being all… Sukuna like… ruining all your senses every time he touches you.
You’d barely gotten to cum earlier when the hoard of people coming to practice started walking in, but you had an orgasm, one he licked off his lips and fingers hungrily. You know he hasn’t cum though, not since the last time he fucked you – when he pressed in fully without warning, when he’d been insane.
More insane than usual.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” you murmur to him, he nods, swiping your slick on your thigh.
“Gonna squirt right here, ya worried?”
“You’re so sadistic,” he just grins big, sharp teeth glinting. “You are.”
“Mhm, I am, go on before I make you squirt in front of these sluts,” your glare does nothing.
Sukuna truly gives no fuck and that’s frightening as it is sexy.
You bump into Satoru who is walking in from having a cigarette clearly, you can smell the smoke on him, feel the chill from the outside as he grips your arms so you don’t fall. You swallow, looking up at him nervously, the two of you haven’t spoke a word directly to each other during this slutty, dysfunctional cheater dinner.
What can you say?
“Sorry,” he laughs softly, leaning low.
“For walking?”
“Yeah, I mean… not sorry,” you close your eyes. “I um, am going to the bathroom.”
“Yeah.” It’s all he says, hands falling, you halt him then, murmuring his name, making him look at you curiously. “What, I’m just dying to eat dinner with the man who leaves bruises on your throat.”
“And I’m dying to hear annoying bitches argue over who gets to suck your dick first!?” He laughs again, this time genuine, snorting and shaking his head.
“You saying ‘bitches’ is so out of place, it’s kinda cute.”
“I’m not cute mad! You both need to stop saying it.”
“Yeah well, hate to tell you, it’s hard to find you intimidating.”
“I split your lip,” you smile meanly, he licks that lower lip, doing some fucked shit to your tummy. “Didn’t I?”
Yesterday when he’d touched your bite mark and… you can’t even think this way, just because you all have some weird ass understanding, you can’t do that to Sukuna – want someone else, especially Satoru. Yet how do you tell your younger self who loved him to stop feeling? Tell your body not to respond, your heart not to race?
You have to remember this is temporary, and an amusement at best.
“You did,” he murmurs thoughtfully, toying with the lighter in his hand, a little light blue one he keeps fidgeting with. “Got a hell of a hit.”
“Um, thanks for standing up for me with the internet girl,” your words clearly surprise him. “It was kind of you.”
“Me, kind?” He snorts, shaking his head. “Right.”
“It was, even if it was just… like the act of a defensive ‘husband’ for your PR.”
“It wasn’t,” he murmurs quietly, eyes flickering down your body. “The shit she said was all wrong.”
“Is it so far off what you said, the last person on earth you’d want?” Satoru opens his mouth, your emotions hit too deeply already. “I’m sorry I can’t just bring that up, I meant to just thank you.”
“Stop thanking me for shit.”
Satoru walks off, you rush to the bathroom, splashing water on your face, cringing when you hear the laughs of Satoru’s annoying ass companions, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You look tired, your cheeks are sunken in from not eating enough again, dark circles underneath your eyes, a little drawn.
You want to pick yourself apart, all the parts that aren’t perfect, but Sukuna’s words ring in your ears, and now Satoru’s.
Not true.
None of that mean shit is true.
Satoru comforting you is not something you’d have bet on, about as unlikely as Sukuna having dinner with him.
Your life has gotten messy, hasn’t it?
“So what made you wanna become a secretary,” Sukuna pops a bite of food into his mouth, smirking over at the two women who are clinging to a simply exhausted Satoru Gojo. You’d laugh if the sight still didn’t irritate the ever loving shit out of you, the girls are giggling as you sit there, sighing and poking at your food.
You suppose you’re happy that at least you two can sit across from each other in your weird ass dysfunctional way. Satoru’s eyes keep catching yours, darting across your skin, your neck, your chest. Sukuna’s hand constantly on your thigh, squeezing protectively, possessively.
“So, Mrs. Gojo, what do you think of what they’re saying about you?” You blink a bit, tears about to form, you’re sensitive about that, Satoru glares right next to her now.
“How’d you know about it, Jen?”
“Well it’s all over, isn’t it Chloe?”
“I didn’t see it,” she’s running her fingers down Satoru’s chest as you sip on that wine he brought – a good thirty years old, those girls are downing the shit like it’s Boone’s farm of course. Yet you simply take your time, trying to find an appetite, you know you’re not helping things not eating and Sukuna would get on you if you don’t.
“I thought it was mean,” you answer finally, Jennifer gives you this nasty little smile when Satoru takes her hand off him.
“Why don’t you head out, Jen.”
“What!?”
“Yay, I win!” Chloe is practically fucking dancing when Sukuna stands up, taking your hand and tugging you toward your room.
“Sukuna…”
He turns you toward him, tilting your chin up as you both stand in front of your door, you can feel Satoru’s eyes on you both, Sukuna peers just a bit at the annoying Jennifer throwing a fit and Satoru honestly looking so done. “Come to bed, brat.”
******
“Sukuna…” you're gasping out later as Sukuna kisses a messy trail down your body, saliva making those marks glimmer underneath the soft lights of your room, your hand covering your mouth so Gojo doesn't hear.
“Fuckin' look at you,” Sukuna breathes out, tugging your panties to the side, seeing your pretty, glistening cunt, looking up under his sooty pink lashes at your face. “Who are you this wet for?”
You hear it then, the worry, you take a shaky breath as you take your hand off your mouth, trembling underneath him. “You’re asking that?”
“Yeah I am,” he tilts your chin up, staring right at you as his fingers toy with your messy slit, watching you jerk underneath him. “He’s dying for a piece of you, and you can’t see it.”
“Sukuna, he's got that girl in the room, ah!” You bite down on your lower lip to stop it from trembling, Satoru got so annoyed Jennifer had to go, but apparently Chloe annoyed him just a bit less.
“Yeah and he wishes it were you, so is this all for me?” He pulls his fingers off, slipping them in your mouth – you hear it, see it, the anger and possessiveness, letting you suck yourself off them.
“You,” it's true – Satoru and you have reached some odd standstill, an understanding, he's in the next room getting sucked off, but you're not even upset at it anymore.
How can you be with a giant six foot five man between your thighs, with those crimson eyes so dilated they’re almost black? Parting your folds and eyeing your soppy little cunt hungrily as he kneels, the weight of him making your bed sink, spitting a messy trail right on it with a bubbly string of saliva.
“Don't stay quiet,” you gasp when he shoves your thighs against your chest, insanity written all over his face, this sadistic grin as he watches you twitch underneath him. “Let him hear what he can't have.”
“You're insane Sukuna,” you whisper hoarsely, still trying to keep it down – but he just chuckles, those calloused fingers sliding up underneath the plush of your thighs to pin you, spit still trickling between your puffy lips.
“Insane would be making you pregnant right now,” he tilts his head, folding you in half, clothed cock nudging the slick mess your cunt is, soaking his pants. “You think I'm that crazy? Put a fuckin’ baby inside ya?”
He knows you just started the pill – but that doesn’t stop him from saying the craziest shit ever, and your body reacts to it all, clenching in your tummy, your cunt pulsing around nothing. You’re aching to be filled by him, the spit all sticky when he presses on it once more, pressure and friction against your clit unbearable.
Yet you think about it – what Gojo’s doing.
You shouldn’t care anymore, here you are, with a man who beat your dad up like a psycho, who licked you dumb in the boxing ring, and now he’s slapping your cunt with a loud, wet smack. You’re gasping out at the pain, lost in those ruby red eyes of his, the tattoos on his neck glinting underneath your light.
“Pregnant? Mnh!” He’s grinding harder, thickness pressing between your folds and nudging your needy, twitchy clit. “Sukuna, that is crazy.”
“Think I don’t wanna breed your cunt?” Your hands cling to him tightly, as he brushes your hair back, hands pressing into your waist. “When the fuck wouldn’t I want to?”
Sukuna ruts against you, knowing you need more but not fully giving it, your eyes get dazed. “Kuna…”
“I wanna fuck every thought of that blue eyed fuck from your mind,” Sukuna unzips those pants finally, his heavy cock just thwacking your soppy cunt, as his insanity bleeds into his every action. “I’d let you have anything, but I damn sure would be the main one in your head, make sure I cum inside first, if he’s lucky I’d let him after.”
“Sukuna I didn’t s-say I wanted that,” his tip glides through your folds, pushing the arousal around that leaks on him, precum beading from his pearly tip and sticking to your twitchy clit. “Never did.”
“I can see him yearning, who could blame him? Fucked up letting you go,” he shoves his cock all the way inside, deep, tip pummeling your puffy cervix, rolling his hips and putting even more pressure in your core. “He wishes he was in here.”
“Just kiss me,” he hovers over your lips, not quite touching, as your mind spins, cunt fluttering around his cock, swirling down the veins that are pressing inside your quivering walls. “I’m wet for you, okay?”
Sukuna moans desperately, slamming his lips on yours again, fucking into your cunt – rutting you right into your bed, teeth clicking with the way he loses himself. He’s taking over everything for you, making you forget – filling you with that hit of dopamine you’re so desperately lacking in life.
It’s all Sukuna in your muddled mind, thoughts running and fuzzy, your cries getting louder before you can stop yourself, nails pressing against his biceps as they bunch and roll.
“Kuna,” you whine out when he fucks you harder, balls slamming against your ass – heavy with cum he wants to pour inside. “C-can’t breathe, s’much…”
Sukuna slams in and holds it, studying you with eyes gone batshit. “Then breathe me, yeah? Breathe me in.”
You nod weakly, Sukuna’s mouth moves over yours again, tongue swirling around yours, his cock pounding your tiny cunt. Sukuna’s dying to fucking claim you, to ruin you, to stretch you out on his cock so it’s only him – just him in your head, the thought of you forgiving Satoru has him fucking you harder, grabbing you tighter, whimpering your name against your skin.
“All me,” he murmurs against your neck, breathing against your ear. “Let him hear, like he made you hear.”
Your whine is loud when he drags his thumb across your clit, Sukuna can’t help but grin.
“Good girl.”
******
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How can he cum when you’re in the next room getting pounded into the fucking mattress? How can he think of anything but how good your mouth would feel, how pretty you’d look taking him? The girl on her knees is pretty enough he supposes, she’s not shit compared to you. That used to not bother him, he could get over it – but now him hearing you?
Fuck your moans are just sexy, perhaps the only thing keeping him throbbing hard, knowing Sukuna was fucking you – fucking his goddamn wife. The one he pushed to this, and knowing that hurts more, impossibly more. That you were going to eagerly give yourself, you begged for a kiss, your note where you told him you felt something and he broke you.
That was the moment of no return, wasn’t it? When he yelled at you in his office after you made that sushi, the cute little heart shaped ones he didn’t bother to thank you for. That cute pink note where you poured your heart out, and he couldn’t be bothered to apologize, to ever acknowledge it, no he continued on, you wouldn’t be with him long anyway, would you?
He didn’t know seeing you with someone would infuriate him so goddamn much, was it because it was Sukuna?
Was it so much more he doesn’t wanna fucking think about it?
“Satoru,” Chloe whines out, stroking his cock with a tight fist. “I want you to cum for me.”
“Then suck harder,” he shoves her head down, hearing another moan, and a muttered – Good girl.
Good girl, imagine him calling you that? Would you cum on his cock as you did, would you arch for him, let him pin you down as he fucks Sukuna’s cum right out of you, and puts his inside instead? Satoru’s never not used a condom but he would fill you up, feel your cunt quivering around him as he made you forget Sukuna.
He knows you feel it, the way you look at him…
“F-fuck…” Satoru busts in her mouth at the vivid images of you, exhaling with shaky hands, barely able to keep himself together as she swallows it down so greedy, leaning up as if to kiss him.
Satoru doesn’t wanna kiss her – he wants your lips on his, the one screaming out fucking Kuna.
*****
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Sukuna’s snoring when you walk out to get a drink later that night, turning the corner into the kitchen just to smack into Satoru’s hard body. He catches you before you trip and fall, his hands taking your waist over, feeling too intimate – it’s utterly too much, when he looks at you, his lips parted, eyelids lowered.
“Have fun?” He asks softly, you nod with a jerky motion, your hands going to push him away but faltering.
“Did you have fun, Gojo?” You ask, tilting your head back to peer at him, your heart hammering in your chest.
You want Sukuna.
You can’t want Gojo too.
His words echo in your mind – Gojo wants you.
He can’t want you – if he did, he’d have never done what he has to you, if he does it’s some sick fucking game. You ease back but he doesn’t let you go, stepping until your back is against the island, the cool marble pressing into your skin, you’ve only got a crop top and a little pair of shorts on. Satoru’s touching bare fucking skin, lowering over you.
“No I didn’t have fucking fun,” you gasp at the harshness in his voice, the desperation that breaks him, the same tone Sukuna had when he asked if you were wet for Gojo. “Hearing you moan underneath him? Do you think I liked it?”
“I’ve listened to you moan this whole month,” you practically hiss the words, Satoru sighs, his eyes shutting, resting his head on yours. “You can’t act like you care now, so stop it.”
“You think I’m fine with him fucking you?”
“Gojo…”
“Does he cum in you?”
“Yes,” you’re not trying to be mean, you’re being honest – he scowls down at you, brushing your hair back and feeling you tremble. “I’m on a pill.”
“Yeah? Taking birth control so he can fuck you?”
“Yes,” you look down nervously. “A baby right now would be insane, even if I so badly want one some day.”
He frowns a bit, looking down at you, tilting your chin up and wrapping his arm around you. “You want a baby?”
“I told you, that you don’t know anything about me, you never wanted to,” your hands close into fists over his soft shirt, gripping the material tightly. “Don’t act like you want me.”
“Act?” He laughs harshly. “The act was me pretending I didn’t want you, fuck do you really not see it?” He cups your face now with both hands, thigh pressing between yours, he’s too much – just like Sukuna, taking your breath.
Yet Satoru took your dopamine, didn’t he? He took the only bits of hope you had and crushed them, you can’t go forgetting it because he’s looking at you like this. You swallow nervously, unable to fully disentangle yourself from him, stuck in his gravity. Satoru exhales, his eyes so dark they’re black behind the shocking snowy fringe of his eyelashes.
“You think I didn’t want you? Really?”
“You said you didn’t, and you chose everyone,” you grip his wrists, both of your voices barely over a whisper. “Anyone you could get your cock inside, and I listened to it all, fuck I saw you with them, riding you in your bed, on your desk. All so I’d know that there’s no ‘us’. Right?”
He says nothing, swallowing now, his eyes coated in a little sheen of moisture, dying to yank him off but still unable to make the move.
“Why are you mad that it worked?” Satoru’s grip tightens, you suddenly feel too much in that moment, every bit of pain you’ve been keeping inside threatening to spill over. “You pushed me so fucking far to ‘spare me’. Consider me spared.”
“I didn’t…” His thumb brushes over your lower lip softly, hesitating as it moves against you, when you hear Chloe gasping.
“Satoru!”
“Jesus fuck,” he glares at her now. “Go home or something.”
“What!? What are you doing with her?”
Sukuna’s yawning in his boxers, scratching his abdomen when he sees your face cupped by Satoru, and you panic at the precarious position, sure he’ll be furious with you for not shoving him off. You’re already trembling, realizing just how deep of a disappointment you’ve become to anyone, sniffling when Gojo looks down at you.
“Fuck, you okay?” he brushes your tears and you nod, Sukuna walks up and tugs you against him, frowning.
“Brat, you’re okay. I’m not mad,” he’s gentle then, as he kisses your forehead. “You can’t make me mad.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” Sukuna sighs and hugs you closely, you rest your head against his chest. “My feelings are all over the place.”
“Yeah, gaslighting and manipulation does that shit,” he glares over your head at Satoru. “There a reason you had a death grip on her face?”
“She’s still my wife, you can’t be mad if I held her… but I was not going to hurt her if that’s what you think.”
“I think you’re trying to fuck her head up,” you sigh, hearing Chloe’s annoying voice whining. “Can you fucking uber her home before I do?”
“I can’t believe you’d talk-”
“Yeah,” you gasp, looking at Satoru now who’s sliding his phone off the counter, pressing the screen. “Time to go home sweetheart.”
“Huh!?”
Sukuna’s snorting, Satoru’s trying to get her to leave, confusing you utterly, you blink and look up at Sukuna then. “Desperate for you isn’t he? Pathetic.”
“Kuna,” he tilts your chin up carefully, heart hammering underneath your palm. “You’re not upset?”
“I’ll fuck any thoughts of him away, I’d fuck his cum out of your cunt and fill it with mine,” his words are filthy, making your heart race. “I’d fuck your throat so raw you couldn’t moan his name, but if you wanted? I’d give him to you, I’d fucking do anything for you.”
“Why? I don’t think I’m so special,” your lips are trembling, Chloe’s leaving and Sukuna’s kissing your lips. “Mmm, I want you, Kuna.”
“I know,” he lifts you by your thighs, having you wrap around him, sitting you right on the counter. “You want him too.”
“No,” you shake your head quickly, Satoru turns and eyes you both – his hands on your thighs, the way you look right at Satoru. “I can’t.”
Sukuna kisses up your neck when Satoru comes closer. “I wasn’t done talking to her yet, Sukuna.”
“You can talk while I make her cum,” Sukuna’s hand trails down your tummy, feeling it tremble underneath his sure touch. “You probably could learn how from me.”\
“I don’t need lessons,” his eyes dart across where Sukuna’s sliding your shorts to the side, exposing your cunt to him. His cheeks flush red, lips parted, his own hands trembling until he clenches them into fists. “Gonna finger my wife on my fucking counter?”
“Should ask you to lick up the mess when she’s done,” Satoru scoffs, Sukuna’s lips brush your ear, sinking two fingers in your cunt and curling them, making you cry out, Satoru moans at the sound. “Bet you would, huh?”
“Why’d y-you send her home,” you ask shakily, thighs trembling as you feel his gaze locked in on your cunt. “If you knew I was with him.”
“She was fucking annoying,” Satoru mumbles, exhaling then, while Sukuna starts fucking his fingers inside you. “So loud, huh? Your cunt, I could hear it – even louder now.”
“She gets loud for me,” Sukuna’s eyes meet yours, confusing you even moreso. “Told you he’d die to touch you.”
His words are low, just meant for your ears, moving up and down faster as you cling to the counter. Sukuna peers back at Satoru then, who’s transfixed in place, his eyes now meeting yours, fingering faster until you’re desperately clinging to his arm, cunt spasming, Sukuna’s cupping one of your breasts, a thumb brushing right over your nipple.
“Do you like watching your wife’s cunt squirt? All over me?” He asks, you’re biting down on your lip, trying to gasp for a breath, but Satoru says nothing.
His eyes just hit yours again, full of…
Desire.
*****
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Imagine having to watch your wife cum on a counter with the man you’ve hated for years – that’s Satoru’s reality. One he knows he fucking deserves – shit he doesn’t even really deserve to see your cunt, even if it’s got Sukuna’s tattooed fingers inside it. All puffy from fucking, but got it’s pretty, so wet the squelch and squish is echoing, his fingers moving faster inside you.
Why do you have to look at him like that? Shouldn’t you only hate him, for all the shit he did, shouldn’t you tell him to fuck himself, to blatantly grind on Sukuna in front of him just to rub it in Satoru’s face? You’re soft still, you’re fucking sweet somehow, how do you manage to look so pretty and precious with your thighs spread on a counter in front of another man?
Satoru has been able to have any woman he’s ever wanted in his young life – he’s barely older than you by a couple years, but the differences were drastic. Before you found Sukuna and he wrecked your pretty hole, Satoru knew you hadn’t done anything at all.
I’ve n-never kissed before, I’m probably just bad at it.
Please, Satoru, just give this a chance.
It rings in his head, the fact that he could have had you first, you’d have willingly done it too, he bets all he had to do was unzip his slacks and you’d have been on your knees, serving him. You’d have done anything to please him, a pliant, sweet little thing – but you’re not now, are you?
And maybe Satoru loves seeing you like this, open about the body you were insecure and hiding, instead spreading wide, letting Sukuna shove your top up so your cute tits just stare at him. He’s so hard it’s painful, leaking so much pre he’s stuck to his damn boxers, hard to remember Sukuna’s even in the room with his fingers buried inside your hole.
What’s it feel like? Fuck he can’t even imagine how she grips, how tight she is, you’re struggling to take Sukuna’s fingers, he can see the way you’re glistening more and more slick. The way Sukuna controls you is fucking terrifying, how he murmurs something and you utterly comply, he says loosen up – you do. He says to touch your tits – you do.
He can’t tell what Sukuna’s game is, some ploy to make Satoru fucking utterly pathetic? To show him how much you belong to him, and never Satoru? Give him a hint of you just to take you away the moment he can.
Sukuna probably would give you those kids you want.
Sukuna would marry you and you’d still be rich.
A fresh start, what he knows you deserve, the whole reason he pushed you away from him in the first place – but now all he can think of is how badly he wants to bury his face between your thighs, how he just wants to finger your slick cunt until you shatter. Your eyes are rolling back in your skull, your head falling back, a sick torture to a man who can’t stop jerking it to you.
Who can’t cum without picturing that it’s you he’s fucking instead, how fucking pathetic he is without Sukuna’s game.
“C’mere,” Sukuna earns Satoru’s eye roll.
“I’m not doing shit you say.”
“Ask him to come here, if you want brat,” he murmurs to you instead, and you look at Sukuna, blushing and then looking back at Satoru.
“Come here if you want,” you whisper, Satoru damn near sprints to you like some fucking loser – hating himself more and more for what you do, hating you for whatever shit you pulled on him. Satoru’s hand brushes your thigh, tugging it open and moaning out loud at the sight of your soppy lips drooling on Sukuna.
“I know her every spot,” Sukuna smirks and leans forward, pushing his fingers up and down, up and down, over and over, Satoru’s eyeing the drooling mess of your inner thighs as he moves, and your hand clings to Satoru and Sukuna’s shoulders. “I’ve taken real good care of her.”
Satoru says nothing, too fucking lost in how gorgeous you are, he’s never been so hard, never been so leaky, he could cum watching your pleasure. He can smell that sweet arousal, making his goddamn mouth water – after having two girls fight for him, all he can think is how they’re not a goddamn thing compared to you.
Was anyone?
And here you are, close enough to smell, your skin underneath his fingers, scent filling his nostrils, his thumb brushing a hint of slick that’s leaking from your pretty pussy. Satoru who could fuck anyone, Satoru who has fucked anyone but you, choosing to send them home to watch you with someone else.
Yes, he hates you for it, for having the audacity to look utterly beautiful in the soft night lighting of the kitchen on his island, whimpering out with this throaty little sound that has him groaning himself. Sukuna’s leaned over, kissing your lips right in front of Satoru, knowing how badly he wants it – perhaps his own version of twisted fucking payback.
“Cum f’me, pretty lil brat,” Sukuna breathes those words and it’s like again some command you obey – shattering and spasming, indeed squirting all over, droplets hitting his hand as it rests on your inner thigh. “You can give me more, can’t you?”
“S’too much,” you’re clinging tighter to Satoru’s bicep, gushing mess spilling from your little cunt, thigh shaking underneath his hold, he’s so close he has to palm his cock, wincing as he watches your eyes flutter shut. Your hips buck up, his own fingers almost brushing your cute pussy, the one he can’t imagine not having. “Ah! M-messy, fuck… embarassing…”
“Hah, you know I love it,” Sukuna’s kissing you again, before he pulls his fingers back, sucking you off them and moaning.
You must taste sweet.
Satoru’s said nothing, Sukuna’s taking your hand off his shoulder now, placing it on your clit, and Satoru whines.
How can he not at that sight?
“Sukuna?” You ask faintly, looking at him curiously.
“Take some of that and have him suck it off,” Sukuna kisses you once more, looking at Satoru then. “He’ll probably cum in his pants from a taste.”
“Yeah I fuckin’ doubt all that,” he grumbles.
“Wanna suck her off my fingers?”
“Fuck no,” he takes a breath now, shaking his head. “Sure you’re not exaggerating, moaning like she’s dessert?”
“I’m not,” he kisses your swollen lips, you sigh and lean into it. “Come back to bed after he gets his little taste.”
Satoru’s eyes lock with yours, your hand trembling as it glides through your mess you’ve made. “So you squirt all over like that?”
“I guess, it is a little embarrassing,” you’re so goddamn cute.
Why do you have to be?
“I don’t eat girls out,” Satoru says, leaning close to you. “I much rather have my cock sucked.”
“So you don’t need to taste-” you’re going to close your thighs when he holds them open, stepping close.
“I want it, fuck okay? I’d… I’d lick him off you, that’s what you’re doing to me, and acting cute and shit like you’re not.”
“I have no clue what you’re on about,” you lean back now, touching your slit, just a little more open to it, meeting his eyes as you do. “Sukuna loves eating pussy.”
Satoru laughs softly. “Yeah, does he?”
“Mhm,” you slide your fingers into your stretched out hole, Satoru’s eyes almost bulge out of their fucking sockets.
****
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You’ve never done something like this.
Sukuna makes you so bold, he makes you feel sexy, like you are desired and beautiful, Satoru has made you feel terrible – unwanted, undesired, hated for just existing, hollow remnants of what it was like with your parents, with the added sting of his infidelity. Yet now he’s standing here watching you hungrily, his eyes so bright and vivid blue they hurt to look at, speaking insanity.
Why was Sukuna giving you moments with him? What did he see?
“Fingering your cunt like that, do it often?” Satoru taunts, still terrible, even underneath all that calmness, he’s about to become unhinged, his thumb brushing circles near your cunt, lips just a breath away.
“Why don’t you eat girls out, Satoru?” He pauses now, a little flush on a notorious man whore’s cheeks, you sigh as you scoop more of your slick juices all sticky from your quivering cunt.
“I don’t know I never really felt like doing it,” he answers, for the first time maybe honest. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make you cum.”
“You think?” You’re too bold, too brave, sounding more confident than you are, pulling your fingers out and watching them drip.
He steps close to you, between your thighs, his hands on each of them, lips parted and waiting. “I know I would, sweetheart, fuck you so good you’d forget the shit I did.”
“I won’t forget,” your words are soft when you take your fingers and brush the soaking mess against his pretty pink lips. “Suck.”
“You’re ordering me?” You nod and smile, he takes your hand and rolls his eyes. “Fine let’s get it over with.”
Satoru wraps his lips around your fingers, sucking them into his hot mouth, but that’s when it all shifts – his act, the way he was so conceited, no he’s moaning and sucking every bit of your juices off those thick, long digits. Bobbing up and down as he sucks them, leaving you breathless, your heart racing.
He pulls back with a string of saliva and moans, leaning down and licking the mess from your thigh, teeth sinking in, mouth brushing higher. Your hand entangles in his hair, gasping as he goes to the other thigh, licking you all up, like he’s completely and utterly desperate for you.
“Fuck you for tasting like that,” he whispers, lips smacking your skin, standing and hovering over you, hands squeezing brutally. “I hate that you do.”
“Better than the waitress at the party?” You ask, he laughs without humor, like he’s lost it, shaking his head and licking his lower lip, leaving it glossy.
“Yeah, better than her, even though your cunt is so goddamn slutty, so stretched out from him, huh?”
“Yeah, it is,” you smile and he helps you off the counter, leaning so low he’s almost kissing you. “Good night Satoru.”
“Good fucking night.” He leans even closer before rushing off, leaving you so goddamn confused, so breathless, walking into the room and shutting the door, laying your back against it for a moment.
Sukuna’s sitting right there, thighs spread on your bed, his cock leaking so much pre it’s coating it in white, raising a slutty brow as he studies you. “Bet he’s cumming just imagining the chance, but you’re gonna be with me tonight, aren’t you?”
‘Yes,” you walk towards him now, kneeling right between his thighs, lost and fucked up from the high of having these men want you – one, who you thought you loved and now hated, the other one you’re falling in love with.
How stretched can you be?
How many pieces can you have?
Sukuna’s tilting his head, studying your pretty face, sucking in a breath when you stroke his cock tentatively. “Why did you let him taste me?”
“I want all of you,” he whispers, as you kiss his tip lovingly, your mouth on it for the first time. “Every bit, the fucked up you, the damaged you, the parts of you that you don’t wanna see. I want them. I just fucking want you.”
“Wh-”
“Ask me why and I’ll fuck your ass tonight,” you gasp, blushing, and he just stares at you, brushing your hair back and pulling. “I want all of you.”
“I want all of you,” he moans softly – not a whimper or a whine like Satoru can be heard doing from the next room, it’s husky, dark, your tongue lapping around the reddened tip, swirling on the head of him. “Teach me what to do, Kuna.”
“Yeah, ready for that?” You nod eagerly.
“I want to please you, I want you to cum in my mouth,” you whisper, body thrumming, the exhaustion replaced by two straight hits of dopamine.
Ryomen Sukuna wanting you.
Satoru Gojo…
Did he…
Did you care?
You do, you do care and Sukuna knows it, but in this moment all you can think of is how badly you want him to fuck your throat, how you wanna choke on it, swallow it until you’re full. How you want Sukuna to fuck your pain away, make you never think of anything but how you feel.
You want to make him feel good like that.
“Please let me, Kuna.” You whisper, hand not even close to wrapping around his girth.
“You want to suck me, me first, your first?” He whispers, pulling hard on your hair now. You swallow and nod eagerly. “Then open that pretty mouth.”
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