Imagine getting ready to leave for your girls trip when your boyfriend, Satoru suddenly enters the room, his blue eyes narrowing on the sight of all of your things packed along with your friends.
"What's all this, sweetheart?" He pouted, lightly tilting his head whilst your girls pretended to be engaged in a conversation.
"Toru, you know I'm going on my girls trip! I've told you this so many times." You reminded.
Truth be told, you only told him when he was busy with his tongue between your legs but still! He should've been paying attention...
"ah, I see... How long?" He asked, lightly tilting his head.
"only 2 weeks."
"2 what?"
"We've been over this." You repeated, putting your sweater in your hand luggage.
"but baby... Cmon!" Satoru pouted, tugging you until your chest met his. "You're really going to leave without saying goodbye? You're killing me here.."
At that, you finally realised why he was pouting. Well, you weren't opposed to that...
So, you turned to your group of girls who were waiting. "I'll be right back, girls...I need to handle a few things." You winked.
They got the hint and groaned.
"seriously, babe? You should've handled this before!" Yuki huffed, resting her hands on her hips.
"don't worry! It'll just take 30 seconds." You assured.
At that, to room paused and you were confused on why your friends stifled giggles before you looked at Satoru who looked flushed and pale at the same time.
You mentally repeated your words before finally realising, your cheeks warming.
"oh, my gosh, Toru - I didn't mean—" you stammered, trying to explain yourself.
But the damage was done and your poor boyfriends ego was definitely shattered. He'd just have to give you those 30 seconds when you came back.
Saw this from a comedy video (my African girlies may know) - DK if anyone has done this before so credits to them lol.
A little thought about toxic!sukuna who is the worst boyfriend ever!!
Seriously, you can't take this man anywhere.
It was your first anniversary with the man and you wanted a nice dinner, but he was already bitching about your outfit.
"you're not wearing that." He'd said, arms folded as he watched you get ready.
"why not?" You scowled. The dress was hot! Dark red, strapless and long with a slit down the side, showing off the smooth expense of your leg. You looked sexy.
"because you look easy."
You only rolled your eyes at him. When Sukuna came with fire, you doubled down too. You didn't care about his insecure ass, so you left in that same dress he wouldn't stop glaring at.
Toxic!Sukuna who was still acting all petty decided the best way to get you home quick was to embarrass you in public.
He made a show of ordering half the things off the menu for the both of you and chowing it down like he'd been starving for days, pasta sauce, bits of broccoli and cheese all over his face which was giving you and other customers more than the ick.
You'd have enough of him and ended up asking for the bill, paying it yourself out of worry that he'd only embarrass you more by having his card decline.
When you got back to your shared apartment, your arguments turned into light pushes and then hungry kisses, his hands tearing your dress off until it was torn in half on the floor.
Toxic!Sukuna who was laid back on the bed, groaning between your thighs as he ate you out, the lack of air allowing his blood to rush to another more important area that you were annoyingly ignoring.
He had you coming 3 times on his tongue before you clambered off, regaining your composure before pulling on a robe.
"Uh hello?" He called out to you, making you stop on your way to the ensuite.
"what?"
"you're seriously going to leave me hanging?" He asked, licking your slick from his lips.
The sight almost made you want to cave, but the embarrassment was worse.
"think of it as your punishment, Kuna." You hummed before slipping into the ensuite.
Toxic!Sukuna who stopped testing you in public soon after once you put him on a full month sex ban. But it was definitely deserved.
A/n - love this song by Matt Martians (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
Pair - HeianEra!Sukuna x F!Reader
Cw - suggestive, masturbation, mentions of sex...
You were nervous as hell but damn, did you need the money to get out of these barren lands. Your parents were long gone and you didn't have much money left from their passing to survive nowadays...
So, when you heard that Emperor Sukuna was having a big banquet in celebration of...whatever was going on in the heian palace, and performers were rewarded with silk fabrics, you didn't hesitate to volunteer as entertainment.
You'd heard of the whispers, of course. The statements that the emperor was a monster. An abomination made of 4 arms, 2 sets of eyes and 2 mouths. You'd even heard whispers that he tore his own concubines from limb to limb If they weren't up to par.
But that wouldn't happen to you. You'd just go, perform on your koto and remain unseen and ignored. Then, you'd take whatever materials they gave and you'd sell them, then you'd travel far, far away and live a quiet life.
Yes, that sounded nice.
So, on the night of the banquet, you were sat in the grand hall, wearing a pale grey kimono that used to be your mother's which was a bit too long at your feet, your hair pulled up and pinned.
Ever so often, you either dabbed at your neck with a handkerchief or tuned your koto. Nothing could go wrong tonight. You had to be perfect...
After what felt like forever, the doors opened and a young looking person entered, their hair white with blotches of red at each side, their eyes cool and seemingly bored.
"Your Highness," he announced, moving aside. "Emperor Sukuna."
At that, everyone rose with lightening speed and you did too, trying not to slip over your kimono. You bowed in sync with the others, nobody having the audacity to stand up again until the emperor was sat in his throne.
"All rise." His voice wrung out through the large room, everyone pulling themselves back up.
You'd never seen him before but the rumours were certainly true. He looked like a monster.
2 sets of dark red eyes, 4 arms and spiky salmon pink hair. His body was built of pure muscle and he sat tall on his throne, his silk garments exposing the muscle of his chest whilst thick black tattoo lines curled around bits of exposed skin.
Once his gaze snapped to yours, your eyes moved to the floor where your koto was, discreetly rubbing your clammy hands against your sides. You wouldn't mess up.
One by one, different performers went to the middle of the hall to perform for the emperor - dances, reciting poems and using instruments to try and appease him... But he looked bored, cutting them off mid performance before waving them aside.
Great. He seemed to be in some kind of pissy mood...
Finally, you were next in line. You took a quick breath and got up with your koto cradled against your chest. Each step felt like your ankles were being hugged by iron shackles.
Just don't mess up.
You bowed in front of him, low and polite like the others had before you sunk to your knees on the provided cushion positioning your koto on the low table before you began to play.
Your nerves calmed as you delved through the music, your fingers purely operating on auto pilot, your deft fingers plucking each plectrum.
As the music flooded the room, Sukuna's gaze settled on you, his eyes narrowed. He hadn't cared for the others and their performances, so why was he suddenly listening to you? A woman no less...
But, there was something about the way you played... The way you didn't think about each note... The precision and the way the notes bounced off each other so smooth and not rigid.
Before anyone knew it, you'd finished your song and glanced up. Sukuna felt an odd weight settle on his chest as he took in your face, damp with sweat and eyes somewhat nervous.
You stared for a bit too long before suddenly recalling the whole no eye contact rule, instead looking down at your koto.
After what felt like forever, Sukuna clapped. Everyone was as surprised as you were but then they all rushed to clap too, not wanting to seem like they were opposing him.
Flustered, you scrambled to your feet and bowed, ignoring the weight of all the stares and whispers. He probably just zoned out or something...
You moved out of the way and watched until the performances were all over and the rest of the banquet commenced. Halfway through your steamed rice, that same person who announced sukuna came over to you.
"Excuse me, miss. Can we speak in private?" They asked.
Swallowing your bite of food, you nodded and got up, following them down an isolated hall.
"The emperor has taken liking to you." They stated as you entered the gardens.
"Pardon?" You gasped, unsure if you heard right.
"He wants to employ you... As a private musician for his entertainment."
You were more than surprised but realised you were at a pathway where one was blocked, leaving you with not much choice. If you refused... You risked his ire... But if you stayed-
"you'll be compensated of course." They spoke up, passing you a piece of parchment.
Your eyes scanned over the earnings you'd be estimated at making and the amount almost knocked you off your feet.
"I'm in."
It had been a month since the emperors banquet and you slowly got used to him...slowly...
He wasn't as off putting anymore, but he still made you more nervous than anything in the world. When he requested you to play for him, it felt like to you, he was looking for an excuse to hurt you or scoff. But it only made you more determined not to mess up.
In your room, you practiced for hours and hours, ignoring your fingers as they screamed for respite with each pluck of a string. You weren't going to die here...
But, the benefits weren't bad at all either. You were fed, taken care of... Hell, the palace was huge. You had more kimonos than you could count and you even began learning the biwa along with other instruments.
However, Sukuna wasn't experiencing many benefits. Watching you glide around the palace wearing kimonos he specifically bought for you was painful.
But keeping you under his wing allowed him take care of you...
He was content in feeding you, keeping you around... Watching over you as you moved around your gilded cage.
But then things became serious...
You took over his dreams, thoughts and even his sex life.
He was currently in his chambers, bored out of his mind as his concubine, Yorozu, bounced on both of his cocks. The sight of her kimono slipping down her shoulders and her needy cunt full of him usually had him more turned on than ever, but it didn't anymore.
Instead, he saw you on top of him, your pretty hair undone, tears filling your gorgeous eyes as you whined about him being too big. Too much for a mere mortal.
So, without hesitating, he pushed Yorozu off and told her to leave which she did. She was smart enough not to object.
As soon as she was gone, he wrapped 2 of his many hands around each of his cocks, pumping himself hard and fast to the thought of you.
He imagined bending you into whatever position you were flexible enough to do, he pictured the faces you'd make as he sunk his cocks into you, the tears spilling down your cheeks, hot and salty as he filled you to the brim...
He then thought of having you on his lap, the mouth on his stomach stretched wide as his second tongue bullied itself into your sweet pussy, lapping at every drop of slick that came out of you...
That image alone was enough to get him coming all over his hands and sheets like some virgin, his head tilted back as he groaned and hissed, forcing himself into overstimulation until he couldn't take it anymore.
You were a witch. You had to be...
He's never been this affected by a woman. A mere mortal.
The realisation was enough to make him bitter.
He'd either have to get rid of you or do something about it.
a/n = woohf, i'm getting thru it ya'll - the series will probably end at chapter 10 with how long they are and I am planning to do separate stories/same universe for other jjk men. <3
w/c = 2.2k
Part 5 ---> part 7
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The festival was just as amazing as you recalled it was last year. Thousands of people walking around, fire breathers, stalls with food, different attractions, a ‘mermaid’ show, music, dancing, the whole nine yards.
There was a sweet syrupy smell in the air, mixing with the smell of summer flowers. The season was soon coming to an end.
You managed to blend in easily. You’d changed into your riding pants, a black button up and that cloak that mysterious older guy gave you after your run in with him in the cave…your maidens ended up washing it for you and you decided to keep it as your own which was smart since it didn’t have your royal sigil.
You knew your parents would most likely be in the heart of the festival, but, you’d just have to avoid that like your life depended on it.
Besides, you were here to find Toji…
You made sure to check his room beforehand and he wasn’t there, so you knew he was still out and about in the festival doing who knew what.
So, you ventured, buying yourself some candies on the way to absently snack on as you shuffled through the different villagers and tourists alike. The vibes of it all made you feel lighter, like you were skipping around on pure starlight itself.
But, as you walked, you suddenly faltered when you saw familiar shaggy black hair and those jade green eyes…
Toji…
He was leaning against the railing of a tavern, drinking from a large pint. He looked pretty relaxed and even more attractive in the warm lighting of the festival.
You were about to go over to him and make yourself known, but your ankles ended up digging into the ground when you finally noticed the woman he was with.
Her face didn’t remind you of anyone, but she was gorgeous and had long dark hair and alluring eyes, the kind that made men make dumb decisions if she asked nice enough.
She noticed you staring and leaned in closer to him, whispering something in his ear.
Quickly, you turned, your heart racing a lot faster than usual.
“Oh, princess. I’m surprised to see you here.”
That familiar voice made you look up to see Prince Gojo.
“Satoru - what…I didn’t know you were coming.” You began, dragging him away from the sight. You didn’t need Toji labelling you as suspicious and coming over just yet. Besides, you still felt bitter.
“Well, I sent you like 30 letters.” He pouted, letting you guide him down a quieter path. “Why aren’t you with the King-”
“Shh!” You hushed him. “I’m…not supposed to be here.
A wicked grin spread across his face. “Now this, I must hear, my friend.”
•---------•
So, this was how you found yourself across from Satoru in the corner of another tavern, sipping on your second house ale, the buzz providing you with a nice warmth whilst Satoru absorbed the whole ordeal with you and Naoya.
“How lecherous.” He commented, swirling his own fermented drink around in its glass before sipping. “So, he’s fast asleep?”
“If his heart doesn’t give out from all the toxins…yes.”
“And what about your room? If your parents return-”
“My doors locked.” At his raised brow you continued. “I had to get out of my window.”
Satoru smirked once more. “Rebellious. I like it.”
You finished your second drink and Satoru waved over for you to get another. You hadn’t exactly told him about toji specifically. You knew you trusted satoru. He was your friend and you couldn’t call many people that..but even so, you didn’t know how to bring it up!
Satoru was surrounded by nobility or women from royal bloodlines, not people with no title. Would he even understand…?
“My princess…It seems we were followed.” Satoru’s cerulean gaze moved behind you.
Shit. were you spotted by royal guards already?
You turned and instead of castle guards, you saw Toji. Once your eyes met, his brows furrowed in thought before he made his way to you.
Great.
“Friend of yours?” Satoru whispered.
“Bodyguard.”
Toji reached your table and he scanned you closely like you mere presence was bothering him.
Satoru seemed to notice the tension but made no move to leave just yet, instead moving a hand on top of yours which only made Toji more pissed.
“What are you doing here? Does your prince know you left?” He asked.
“Naoya isn’t my keeper.” You tutted, trying not to notice the clench of his jaw.
“You know that isn’t what I meant.”
“Naoya fell asleep early, so I decided to enjoy myself with my friend - Prince Gojo.” You gestured to Satoru.
At that, Toji bowed to Satoru which only fuelled your friend’s giddiness.
“Nice to meet you.” The prince hummed, his eyes flickering over Tojis frame before he looked back at you. Whatever he saw in your eyes made him smile a bit wider.
“Well, my princess,” Satoru sighed, lifting your hand to press a soft kiss there. “It’s been a fun night, but I think I’ve drunk too much. I’ll leave first.”
Before you could protest, your ‘friend’ ended up leaving you alone with your behemoth of a guard, forcing you to face him alone. You’d rip off that snow white hair when you saw Satoru again…
“I’m taking you home.” He stated, suddenly grabbing you by the arm and manhandling you out of the tavern, ignoring the nosy patrons that glanced over at you both.
“What?” You huffed, digging your heels into the grass, but it was no use when a 6 foot giant was tugging you along. “No! I came to the festival to enjoy myself. I’m not leaving so early.”
“We have no choice. Your parents have already finished their little public appearance and after the last performance in the town square, they’ll be off to the castle.” He informed you, looking around before taking you down an isolated alleyway.
“And how would you know? You seemed busy earlier.” you scoffed which made him pause to look at you.
“It’s called bar side gossip -” He began before switching topics. “And what are you yapping about?”
Yapping? He was acting like you were some disobedient puppy!
“I saw you with some woman.” You hissed. “You looked real close.”
“What woman?” He snapped, moving closer.
“The one who was so comfortable whispering in your ear. I’m surprised you didn’t take her to some inn-”
“You’re one to talk. Meeting up with some pretty prince whilst you have a fiance at your home…and wearing that cloak…take it off.”
“What? No.” You scoffed, moving away from him, but Toji easily crowded into your space. “What’s your issue?”
“You’re my issue. You could’ve been hurt tonight and now you’re tipsy.”
“Not tipsy.”
You glared at each other for what felt like forever when he finally moved a hand to the back of your neck. Before you knew it, his mouth was on yours and it felt like you couldn’t stand upright. His mouth was dominating, his tongue slipping into your mouth, gliding over your teeth before meeting your own tongue. He tasted like mead - the rich honey flavor making your knees go weak. He was massive. Cornering you against the wall whilst he explored your mouth with his hot tongue, making you dizzy and hot all over.
After you recovered from your surprise, you kissed him back, your hands sliding up his chest before interlocking around his neck, moving your tongue to lap at his own, desperate for more of his addicting taste. You’d never kissed anyone like this before and you weren’t sure you wanted to do it with another person other than him. His hands moved to your waist, his grip so tight it made you whimper.
That sound was enough to drag him out of his trance, pulling away like you’d burnt him.
You were still somewhat in your trance, your lips slightly swollen and your body buzzing from the pure rush the kiss alone gave you.
“Toji-”
“Let’s return.” He told you, his voice colder than before.
He didn’t wait or look back. Instead, he began walking down the alley whilst you trailed behind him, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest.
•---------•
When you got back to the castle you were more confused than anything. Back when you and Toji had your…mild tension, he didn’t seem to care despite you having your own internal ‘worries’...but now he was acting like you were a stranger!
Despite this, he still carried you on your back so he could help you scale up the side of the castle, letting you climb onto your balcony before he followed suit.
Once you entered your bedroom, you began to think of anything to say, but he moved to the door quickly.
“Sleep well.”
“Toji.” the worry in your voice made him pause. “Did…you not like the kiss?”
He turned to look at you. “Forget that happened.”
“What?”
“Forget it happened. It was impulsive of us both…” He told you.
“I’m not a child - you can’t just give me orders.”
“You forget yourself, princess. Goodnight.” He said, his tone clip and final.
After he left, you cursed him under your breath. Princess? He was suddenly giving a fuck about your title? Bastard…
You knew he liked you…he wouldn’t have kissed you like that if he didn’t…right? Or maybe you were reading this all so wrong?
Maybe Toji was just being…playful? Jokey? Smug? You didn’t know…and you didn’t care anymore. It was a mistake…
And it would never happen again.
•---------•
“It’s a shame that Prince Naoya is sick.” Your mother frowned whilst you sipped your tea.
It was the following morning and sadly, Naoya didn’t die from his alcohol poisoning. The asshole had a good immune system, you’d give him that…
But, he was still very sick - Basically throwing up all his stomach acid according to your castle nurse.
“Me too.” You sighed, putting on your best act. “But, at least the rain offers an excuse to wait for him..”
You glanced over at the open doorway, knowing that Toji would be up and ready to follow you around all day, but you didn’t want to face him. After last night, it took you a whole 3 hours to get over your embarrassment.
Why kiss you if he was suddenly going to act as if there was nothing there?
You knew it was a sign. Just forget about whatever silly ideas were currently in your head and focus on Naoya…But you didn’t want to…
Deep down, you wanted Toji.
You wanted to kiss him again, you wanted to feel his touch, you wanted…more. It wasn’t fair for him to dictate when both of your feelings were involved! Yes, you were aware of the consequences…but, you were an adult now. You could deal with them yourself.
So, after breakfast, you left the dining room and turned straight to the nearest left wall, the place Toji was always waiting.
“Follow me.” You told him without waiting for a reply.
It wasn’t long before you got into your bedroom. After Toji entered, you closed and locked the door, catching his attention.
“Sit.” You pointed to your chaise.
Toji stayed standing however, which frustrated you. Why was he so stubborn? So, instead of that, you dragged him along and pushed him to sit down in front of you.
“Why do you insist on making things difficult between us?” You asked him.
“I’m keeping the boundaries.” He answered.
“Then why kiss me?” You asked, not hiding your hurt. “You got my hopes up - I believed there was something…”
“There was nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“You’re delusional, princess.” He hissed, standing up now to grab you by the shoulders, shaking you slightly. “There is nothing between us. The sooner you understand that, the better.”
And with that, he left you in your room all alone. You tried to stop the waterworks, you really did…but it was no use. Choked sobs left your lips as your tears fell to the ground, your heart tearing apart piece by piece.
•---------•
It was still raining even after so many hours. Toji for one hated the rain. It was loud, got you wet and was inconvenient…you couldn’t hear subtle sounds no matter how long you trained or practiced…it let anyone sneak up on you which was how you kicked the coffin early.
“There you are.”
Point proven. He turned and met dark eyes and wet cropped hair, that familiar smirk on his lips.
“You took your sweet time.” Toji huffed, looking up at the rainy sky.
“I had a few things to take care of.”
“Nevermind that, Shiu. You wanna explain why your cape ended up in the princess’s personal wardrobe or do I need to think differently?”
Shiu merely cracked his neck. “It was a favor. I’d forgotten all about it.”
“Bullshit.” Toji scoffed.
“Why are you so worked up? You know your job isn’t to get tangled in the princess’s skirts.”
Toji’s jaw clenched and unclenched before he continued. “It’ll be hard to complete the job. There’s been a setback.”
“Really?” His partner hummed. “Then please, tell me more.”
A/n - once again, accidentally posted before it was finished. 🫣 Enjoy....
Cw - nipple play (m), unprotected sex, piv, creampies, choso pining, angst (¿), dacryphilia, filming sexual acts, masturbation (m), blowjobs...
W/c -4k (buckle up)
Choso only had one true friend and one true love. Both of them being you. He'd liked you ever since your family moved in next door and you asked to play dinosaurs with him and Yuji at only 10 years old.
He didn't talk to you much at first... He never really talked much at all, but Yuji usually babbled enough for the both of you.
It was scary how fast time passed when you were young. Within the blink of an eye, you were both 15 and that's when the feelings started...
When you saw him at school, waving with your big smile, it was like he saw sparkles around you. It scared him so much that he spent hours after-school online, wondering if it was safe to say to he was having hallucinations.
Then he started getting even more shy. He created distance between the both of you, he stopped coming down to play with you and Yuji and he didn't even talk to you in your shared classes. Even if he wanted to, his heart raced hundreds of miles per second and his lungs seemed to deflate! He looked sick anytime he thought of having a conversation with you now.
It hurt you, of course. You did nothing wrong! Maybe he was just going through a mood...that's what your mother suggested, but it wasn't like choso to snub you! You'd been friends for 5 years.
But your parents reassured you that he'd come around... So you waited... And waited... But he didn't come around.
Then, to worst situation happened. You moved away. Your mother got a really good deal for work outside of the country and you had no say. So, you left. You didn't speak to him beforehand. You were still petty and you knew you'd regret it...but, it served him right. Besides, it wasn't like you'd see him again...
Choso didn't believe the news after his father, jin, mentioned it. But when he casually snuck around your house, he saw it was basically barren, the only thing left of you being the swing you used to force him to push you on.
He was angry. Not at you, but at himself. He knew his stupid feelings about you prevented you from at least saying something to him and... He knew he'd never see you again either.
But then you did. 6 years later, you'd finally clocked 21 and moved back to Japan for college after getting a squeaky clean scholarship which you were more than proud of. You'd settled in fine, even got yourself a boyfriend who you felt like was more than out of your league.
It was fun. College was fun... You made friends, went to parties...
But...You couldn't hide your suprise when you bumped into Choso at your boyfriends frat party.
"what the— Cho?" You mumbled, still using the nickname you made up for him as kids.
He hated how it still made his cheeks warm.
"you-" he began before the words died on his tongue as Satoru casually slinked up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder whilst his hands wrapped around your waist.
"Choso!" He slurred, already drunk on whatever sweet concoction he made in the kitchen. "I see you've met my girl."
"Your what?" Choso sputtered, his brows twitching.
He was even more dumbfounded as Satoru laid a sloppy kiss on your lips before Suguru called him over.
You awkwardly licked your lower lip, avoiding direct eye contact. The sight only pissed him off more. He thought he'd be pissed at seeing you after you left all those years ago, but this was the cherry on top.
Weeks passed and Choso saw you a lot more now that you stumbled back into his life. But he hated it...
Especially since Satoru clearly knew about the issues between you but only used it to rub it in. Choso could barely handle the PDA Satoru gave you - the kisses, the light gropes of your ass and the heated glances. But the worse of the worst was at night.
He'd gotten back to the frat house from the gym one night, tired and sweaty. He just wanted to take a hot shower and hit the sheets so he could sleep off the ache when he heard a needy gasp. It was enough to make him pause mid step on the stairs to his room, ears straining.
Maybe he imagined it.
But before he could continue on his way to his room, he heard it again, this time it was a more strangled moan. He followed the noises and felt jealousy burrow itself deep when he realised it was from Satoru's room.
Those sounds were yours. Airy, needy and urgent from whatever Satoru was doing to you. He hated himself for how he got hard...for how he thought of you underneath him, touching your soft skin.
But you weren't his. You never were...
You were Satoru's. The fucker got everything he wanted nowadays.
So, instead of perving on you both, he quietly made his way to his room to instead take a cold shower to try and forget.
But, this became a regular thing. It was like Satoru knew about his crush on you and wanted to torture you. He made it somewhat obvious, anytime he kissed you when Choso was around, their eyes would meet and Satoru had the most annoying shit eating grin.
He finally understood why toji got into so many fights with Satoru nowadays.
If he had the chance, he'd punch him in the face too - in the most friendly, frat brother way of course...
But, then spring came along and so did the wet t-shirt competition came along. It was mainly for charities, but leave it to a fraternity to choose the most perverted way to raise money for breast cancer. Still, it was a good cause, so Choso took place too.
After the social humiliation was over however, Choso spotted a crack.
He was returning water buckets, his wet shirt still annoyingly clung to his hardened nipples when he noticed you and Satoru.
Your boyfriend had his shirt soaked through whilst you were dry, your arms folded over your tank top, pushing your pretty cleavage up in a way that had him slowing down.
"Chill, princess!" Satoru's voice carried over. "It was just a contest."
"those girls were practically all over you, toru..." You frowned, avoiding his gaze.
Choso knew that was certain. Lots of girls didn't hold back today, using basically any excuse under the sun to made the contest look like they were auditioning for a job at a strip club.
He noticed you getting more quiet throughout the day but...things were choppy between you two. He didn't know if he could just walk over and ask.
"you know I'm popular, sweetness." Satoru cooed, rubbing your head like you were a mere pet. "It happens."
"But you said-"
"seriously, baby." He cut you off, the playfulness in his tone suddenly gone. "Drop it."
And then he left you there like your feelings were nothing. That asshole.
After he left, you stayed staring at the pavement where your boyfriend once stood, acting like Satoru would suddenly appear again.
He tried to sneak off, but you ended up looking up out of pure coincidence, catching him mid step.
Choso felt more awkward than anything, so, he reluctantly came over.
"you heard that, I'm guessing?" You mumbled.
"yeah..."
A long wave of silence passed between you before he swallowed his anxiety and forced out his next words. "If anything ever happens between you and Satoru... Just tell me. I know we aren't really friends anymore... But...I have the same number.."
You realised he was trying to extend a grapevine, so, you smiled as much as your sour mood would allow. "Thanks Cho... I'll keep that in mind."
A full month passed since that dumb contest and Choso was looking forward to something every other day...
Your little fights with Satoru.
Living in the frat allowed him to see a lot of drama, especially since he was the quieter one.
You'd argue with your dumb boyfriend when he flirted with random girls on campus, didn't defend your relationship at parties or the dodgy things on his phone.
The final nail in the coffin was when he forgot your birthday. You waited all day, wearing a cute outfit to your lectures and waiting for your big surprise. Satoru mentioned a nice restaurant which had the best seafood in Japan...but hours passed and after 5 long hours of waiting in your dorm, you realized Satoru wasn't coming.
Frustrated and annoyed, you sent him a simple "it's over" message before you blocked him. You were done with his false promises and his flirting with random girls on campus.
Within minutes, you were out of your nice outfit and in your pajamas, feeling more depressed than anything. You wanted to talk to someone... Anyone... But, it was late and Shoko, your roommate, was out drinking with Suguru since you told her you'd be with Satoru tonight.
So much for that.
Just as you were going to give up and sleep, you thought back to choso. He did say you could call him for anything...
So you grabbed your phone and dug through years of text threads until you reached Choso's, dialling the old number until he answered.
"hello...?" His voice came through, deep and laced with sleep.
Your hands nervously tugged at your sheets. "Uhm... Choso... Can you come over?"
You didn't need to tell him twice.
Within 10 minutes, Choso was at your dorm. You weren't sure how he managed to make a 25 minute walk, including a trip to the local konbuni to grab any snacks he recalled you loved as as much, so short, but you didn't complain when he entered.
You ended up telling him everything about Satoru whilst he acted like he wasn't tallying his fuck ups or listening in to every fight. He only felt bad when you ended up crying in his arms, his big hands moving to rub your back soothingly until your sobs subsided into soft breathing.
It was only then when you felt something poking you. Hard and hot against your thigh.
Probably his phone...
The throb finally made you realise and you looked back. "Choso — is that- are you-"
"S-sorry- I... It just happened-" he stammered, cheeks hot and red. He couldn't help it. Your sweet smell and warmth against his chest was more contact he could handle.
He thought he'd scared you off but then he noticed you were deep in thought before asking-
"I can help you.."
And the rest was history.
You were on Choso's lap, kissing him hungrily whilst his fingers waded their way into your hair. You knew this was such a bad idea, but you couldn't help it.
You were feeling frustrated after all of Satoru's dumb choices which always had you ignoring him when he tried to fuck up... Your fingers weren't cutting it either. But... Choso felt big.
Plus... This was totally casual. No feelings... Just 2 friends helping each other.
So, you moved your hips, grinding your silk shorts against his thick bulge which had you both gasping into each others mouths, desperate to feel more.
"Take off your clothes." You whispered.
His sleepy eyes widened a bit when he realised your command, his hands quickly moving to tug off the hoodie and shirt he had on, letting the clothes fall to your dorm floor.
You let your eyes drink in the sight greedily, your lips curving into a light smirk when you saw his pierced nipples.
"I didn't take you for the piercing type, Cho." You mumbled. How you didn't notice during the wet t-shirt competition was beyond you. But then again, you were scared Satoru would catch you staring at anyone but him.
"I lost a bet with Toji- ah-!" He gasped as your fingers suddenly moved further to grab his nipples, squeezing his hard nipples until he was near whimpering.
You never thought you'd say this, but those sounds were making you more than wet. Soaked.
"Sensitive?" You teased, tugging one.
"Please," he gasped, his back arching slightly whilst his dark hair slipped free from his 2 buns, resting on his broad shoulders. "Don't- I'm gonna-"
Before you could process his words, he suddenly tensed beneath you, letting out the lewdest moans and whimpers you'd ever heard - not even porn stars were this vocal.
He finally slumped forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"Choso... Did you just... Cum in your pants?" You asked slowly whilst he curled even deeper against you.
"I'm sorry..." He panted, his eyes glossy with tears. "I...I can still go again."
He looked so pathetic like this... Even better.
"really?" You teased, tugging his soiled sweats down until his dick sprung free, covered in his seed. It was thick and you could feel the heat coming off of it, the sight alone making your mouth water.
"wow, Cho.. You really made a mess." You commented, moving a finger to lightly tap at his slit, watching as a string of cum kept you connected to him as you slowly raised your hand.
He whimpered at the contact but leaned back against your headboard, all submissive and needy for your touch. Since he was letting you use him... You'd reward him a bit.
So, you positioned yourself between his thighs, kneeling low to take his cock into your mouth whilst your hands tugged your shorts down.
"fuck... Shit - right there!" He cursed under his breath.
You hummed around him, getting used to the taste of salty skin whilst your fingers pulled your panties aside, sinking 2 fingers into your pussy. Usually, you could only handle 1, but with how wet you were, it wasn't hard for you to slide in an extra. Besides, you'd need any kind of prep before you took on Choso's cock.
Choso was barely coherent anymore, whining and crying your name as your sucked him deeper and deeper down your throat, gagging at the sheer size and weight of him on your tongue.
Choso didn't seem as patient because he suddenly grabbed the back of your head, forcing you further down on his cock until you were seeing stars, your body trying to get air into your lungs as your nose met his curly pubes.
After keeping you there for what felt like forever, he finally let you come up to greedily drink in oxygen, glaring at him.
"Choso!"
"Couldn't help it.." he stammered, trying to use his cute pout to make you forgive him.
Just as he saw you begin to melt, he tugged you so your leaky slit was above his thick tip
"please, can I fuck you?" He whined, rubbing himself against your folds like a dog in heat.
You could've teased him, but right now, you were both too horny for that shit. So, you sunk down onto him instead of that, drinking in the needy moans that left Choso's lips.
"Mmphf, of fuck," he gasped, his hips suddenly stuttering up into yours until you felt the familiar feeling of ropes and ropes of cum being fucked up into you.
"Choso!" You stammered, feeling himself still hard inside of you. Twice already and you'd litterally done nothing!
"I'm sorry, pretty." He groaned, large hands moving to rock your hips. "You're just...you feel so good- so pretty...you're too much for me."
You tried to rock your hips but the additional 'lube' between you made it way too sticky and your hips were giving out quick.
Choso seemingly noticed and gently guided you onto your back, spreading your thighs as he towed over you, his cock nudging against your sweet spot in the changed position.
"Cho-" you whimpered, rocking your hips against that area.
"There..?" He asked, cutely tilting his head.
"right there." You confirmed.
He didn't need to be told twice. His hips drew back experimentally before slamming back in, your bodies jolting with the pure force of him.
"Fuck, pretty," he groaned against your neck, not letting up with his thrusts, one hand moving to target your needy clit. "So tight, you're so tight."
"You're just too big-" you panted, trying to take his rough movements about passing out.
Sure, Satoru had fucked you good... But, this felt different. Better. You could basically feel every ridge of his cock, the sensations lighting your body on fire with each deep pump, pump, pump of his cock, basically molding your pussy to his shape.
Choso whimpered, directing his attention to your own neglected nipples.
"So mean." He muttered, tugging your tank to up until your tits spilled free, exposing your own hardened buds.
His free hand pinched one, the other taken into his hot mouth to be nibbled and tugged at. The dual stimulation of it all had your orgasm coming up faster than you thought possible. You could do nothing but take and take and take, the pleasure building hot and fast between your thighs.
"Choso!" You gasped, your thighs shaking. "I'm close—"
"Then cum," he gasped, broken and needy against your wet nipple before moving to the other. "Please...."
At that, you did. It wasn't like you could hold back anyways. You came all over his cock, moaning and whimpering his name whilst Choso continued with his movements against your nipples and clit, his hips fucking you so deep into the mattress you wouldn't be surprised if the cheap foam remembered the shape of both of you for a while after.
Just as you pressure brinked on the edge of overstimulation, Choso came for the 3rd time tonight, flooding your needy pussy until he was overflowing, your poor cunt unable to hold 3 buckets of his cum.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" he groaned into your neck, giving you a few more deep thrusts before settling deep inside you.
Both of you laid together, sticky with sweat and cum as you came down from your equally crazy highs. Inwardly, your horny haze was slowly fading and you began to panic.
You fucked Choso...your childhood friend, yes, but also Satoru's frat brother. Despite wanting to be done with Satoru right now...you didn't know how your ex would act. The last thing you wanted was to cause issues for Choso after meeting him again...
Just as you thought of a way to suggest keeping this a secret or never speaking of it, Choso suddenly propped himself up, staring heavily at you.
"uhm, what?" You mumbled, looking away.
"are you thinking of him?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb." He frowned, moving to pinch your cheek roughly until you whined. "Your snow headed ex."
"I...I was...I just...I don't want to cause issues between you two." You mumbled. "Besides, you're friends, right?"
Sure. Friends...
"you broke up right?" Choso asked, slowly pulling out which had your body yearning for the feel of him again.
"Y-yeah." You nodded, sitting up
Just then, your phone began to buzz and you saw it was Satoru calling you through Instagram. Great. You forgot he had your social media.
You made to grab your phone, but Choso moved faster and ended the call before clicking around a few times.
"uhm, Cho? What're you doing..." You mumbled, trying to look at your phone.
"Getting him off your back."
Before you could ask what that meant, choso put your phone aside and easily manhandled you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up until it was in the air, fully on display for his gaze, his cum staining your thighs.
"Choso... You can still-"
You got your answer a second later, feeling his now hardened cock up against your entrance again. Would this man ever suffer from erectile dysfunction later in life?
But then, there was a flash and light behind you which had you tensing up and looking back at choso who has your phone in hand.
"Cho- what're you.." you stammered as he slowly fed you the tip.
"Showing your boyfriend what he lost." He told you, slowly feeding you inch by inch of his thick cock.
All sense of reason left your head once he bottomed out, your face slumping against the cool sheets as he pulled out just to slam back in again, setting off a punishing pace.
Your cheeks were blazing hot as you registered the lewd squelching noises between you thighs, along with the clap of his balls hitting your clit.
Satoru would kill you for sure-
You let out a gasp as choso leaned over you, his arm moving to slide around your neck, applying pressure to his headlock.
"Don't tell me you're thinking about him." He groaned against your neck, angling the camera to get a nice view of your flushed face.
"n-no!" You mewled, your back arching even deeper when you felt his fingers move to rub your clit.
"Really? You look distracted." Choso pouted, lightly nippling your earlobe which had your needy walls clamping onto him even harder.
"Choso!" You gasped, eyes closed to rolling back, all thought of Satoru thoroughly fucked out of you as he drilled faster and harder.
"Say my name again. Say it for your shitty ex." He whined against your neck, inhaling your smell before biting your skin.
"Choso!" You cried out more clearly. "I'm close — I'm...I'm gonna -"
"Hold it for me, pretty. C'mere."
He pulled out and didn't let you complain about the loss of contact, instead flipping you over and onto your back, pushing your thighs wide to expose your soaked folds. Without hesitation, he slammed back into you, angling the camera to alternate between the soppy mess of you both between your thighs before moving to your face, your lips parted to let out your needy moans and your eyes fluttering shut from the pure anticipation of reaching your high.
"Choso, choso, choso-" you chanted.
"Fuck," he cursed, his hips stuttering as he fought against his own orgasm. He'd kill himself if he came before you again. "Pretty- so pretty...shit."
His broken words finally toppled you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in powerful shocks, forcing your back into an arch, your lips open in a moan so loud you knew you'd have complaints in the morning, but you didn't care in that moment.
Choso came soon after your own high, fucking his load into you nice and deep, making a mess of your comfy bed.
He angled the camera south again, pulling out, his cock creating a lewd slap against your thigh as he caught the nice sight of your well used pussy fluttering around nothing, leaking his seed.
You were so fucked out of it that you barely noticed when Choso moved to grab a towel to carefully clean up your sore thighs.
"Y-you...ok?" Choso mumbled, causing you to look up at him.
"more than ok, Cho..." You mumbled, thighs still shaking from the intense pleasure.
"I...I meant it," he brought up, moving closer until you were face to face, almost close to pouting again. "Don't go back to Satoru."
You studied him for the longest time before pulling him in for a deep kiss on the lips.
"Don't worry, Cho...I won't."
Meanwhile, at the frat house...Satoru was pissed. Your little breakup text, then going M.I.A made him worried - you weren't seriously breaking up with the best bachelor on campus were you?
After your rejected call on Instagram, he was about to spam text you when a video came in, the preview photo completely dark, so he was more than surprised when the first thing he saw was you bent over, getting fucked rough and hard. He was even more surprised when he heard Choso's voice, your flushed faces coming into view as he continued to fuck into you from behind..
But by the time the video had ended, Satoru already had it on loop, his pants down to his ankles whilst he fucked his fist like some pervert, finishing messily load after load until his seed was leaking on the hardwood floors, too horny to care about it.
I saw this tiktok (credits to og) and thought it was funny soo....here we are?
Sukuna X f!reader
Mdni - sexual themes...
Not proofread
When your homegirl suggested going on a 2-man with a guy she met called Toji and his roommate, you really weren't expecting this. You weren't so onboard since she literally met him in some random alleyway after they shared a blunt, but she forced you after practically promising you to Toji's mystery roomie.
It started with you and your friend at Tojis apartment. It was a decent size and they didn't seem like total creeps. You entered the living room where he introduced you to Sukuna, his roommate.
To be completely honest, he was sexy. Dark brown eyes that looked like they had specks of red, messy salmon hair and that build - just looking at his bulging muscles that were being hugged by his tight shirt was enough to make you feel like you were ovulating.
Well, at least you weren't "taking one for the team".
After only one round of sake, your friend ended up going into Toji's room, leaving you with Sukuna which was really awkward at first until he bluntly invited you to his room, clearly not wanting to beat around the bush.
Well, you came here to get fucked. There was no doubt about that...so...you ended up following.
It wasn't long before you were face down and ass up on his bed, moaning into the pillows as Sukuna ploughed into you from behind like you'd offended him somehow.
"Shiit- wait," you whined out, muffled against his sheets. It felt too good. Way too fucking good.
The headboard was slamming against the wall over and over again, so hard that you could barely hear the noises coming from Toji's room.
"Wait? This slutty pussy doesn't sound like she wants to wait." He chuckled, a large hand coming to grope the fat of your ass.
You could only muster a weak whimper that sounded more like a light gurgle as you tried to swallow the saliva in your mouth, the pleasure leaving you completely dumb on his cock.
His hips only moved faster, one of his hands moving to brace against the headboard as he rutted into you, his fat tip slamming against your sweet spot over and over until you could barely handle it.
"S-S'kuna, i'm gonna cum!" You cried, back arching even deeper you were surprised you didn't snap in half.
"Not surprised," he grunted, moving a hand around your front to rub tight circles against your clit. "Can feel this pussy hugging onto me like there's no tomorrow-"
A few more tight circles and you finally came, your vision blurring white before tiny sparkles dotted behind your vision, leaving you a whiny, slobbering mess beneath him. Atop of you, Sukuna didn't let up, instead drilling his hips faster and harder as he chased his own orgasm, his momentum only faltering as he got closer.
"shit," he cursed, his hips slowing until he finally pulled out last second, finishing, spraying your back and ass with thick white ropes.
You finally slumped against his sheets, completely spent and exhausted, barely able to comprehend how hard you just came whilst Sukuna flopped beside you lazily.
Meanwhile, your friend was still in Toji's room, both of them still half dressed after they got distracted by your noises.
"I'll have what she's having." Your friend mused whilst Toji rolled his eyes, trying to hide how hard he'd gotten.
Hehe thank you for replying to me I was wondering if you could write something where it’s Saturos and reader's first time and the reader is like super duper shy and insecure about how much of a crybaby she is until Saturo makes her feel assured and guides her despite her only humming through the whole thing because she’s shy ( sorry if that was a lot ) (*´ `*)
Of course i can!!
First times with Satoru..
Mdni -cw - Satoru x inexperienced!reader, virginity loss, oral sex (f), piv, fingering, dacryphilia¿
A/n - I hope I did this to your liking! Thanks for requesting ( ꈍᴗꈍ) not proofread...
The air was chilly in Satoru's bedroom thanks to the roaring a.c, a soft reprive to the hot summer air. Your lips were locked against Satoru's, whimpering as he kissed you like you were the only source of oxygen.
Tonight was the night. You'd lose your virginity for good...
Soon enough, his big hands were sliding up your sides until he met your breasts, palming each mound until your thighs couldn't help but press together.
"you ready?" He asked, licking a flat stripe up the side of your neck.
"Y-yeah..." You nodded, trying to hide your nerves as he moved a hand between your thighs, tugging your pants off.
A teasing smirk was on Satoru's lips as he found your panties soaked through, the fabric basically ruined.
"so messy down here..." He tutted, pulling them down your thighs too before he threw them aside.
A soft gasp left your lips at the feeling of the cool air against your folds, your hands instinctively moving to try and cover yourself.
You knew sex would involve getting naked... But you were shy! You'd never really been naked in front of anyone and you were scared your boyfriend would think you weren't... Pretty down there.
But, Satoru only kissed the side of your neck until you slowly relaxed.
"cmon, baby. Don't hide her from me." He whispered before leaning down, gently pushing your hands away to look at your leaky entrance.
"Don't look-" you whined, trying to squirm away as he used two thick fingers to part your folds.
"why not? You're begging for attention down here." He whispered before pressing a sloppy kiss up your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
You barely had time to worry since Satoru suddenly went to town on you, his thick muscle working your sensitive bundle of nerves with precision, repeating the motions which had you moaning the most.
"you like that?" He asked mid-feast.
You could only let out a soft hum in confirmation, trying not to die from the embarrassment of how loud you were moaning. You'd never felt like this before.
Then, one of his fingers moved to your entrance, gathering a good amount of your slick before slowly pushing inside. Your walls welcomed him in greedily, clamping down on the thick digit as he slowly worked you open, his tongue still pressed incessantly against your now-swollen clit.
"Satoru-" you gasped, your hands balling fists in his sheets, trying and failing to keep your voice down.
"I know, baby, I know." He whispered, curling his fingers until he hit a particular spot.
"Shit!" You gasped, your whole body suddenly jolting like you were just struck by lightening.
"There she is." He smirked, his voice teasing and playful. "Right here, Huh?"
You couldn't talk even if you wanted to, drool spilling down the corner of your mouth as he continued to rub against the spot that had you seeing stars, tears welling up in your eyes.
Another finger made the stretch more noticeable, but pleasurable too. A few more strokes against that spot and your body locked up, tensing as you came. It wasn't like when you experimented alone - those built up slowly, but this one hit you like a truck, your whole body lighting up with pure ecstacy.
Satoru didn't stop though. He continued lapping at your overstimulated nub, his fingers pumping even faster and faster until you had to squirm away, more tears slipping down your cheeks.
"Toru- wait," you gasped.
He finally looked up at your teary voice, his mouth and chin covered in your release while his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.
"shit, baby - I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, scrambling up to his knees to check you.
"I'm fine -" you sniffled, letting him wipe your tears.
"we can stop if you want." He offered.
"No— I'm just... Really nervous..." You mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "I...I don't want to get turned off after."
"what?" He gaped like you were crazy. "Baby, that's never happening. Hell, I'm trying not to finish in my pants right now."
A quick glance at his sweats was enough confirmation. There was a particularly large tent in his pants, as well as a wet spot which did more than give him away.
"Oh...I see." You mumbled nervously, lightly biting your lip.
Satoru could basically see the tension coming off of you and pulled you into his arms, wiping at a few more stubborn tears.
"I'll go slow, ok? Make it feel real good for you." He reassured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
After calming down a bit, you nodded, laying back against the mattress whilst he got on top of you, his hands moving to pull off his sweats. His cock was... Big. Intimidating with a light curve and a flushed pink tip. Just the thought of having that inside of you made you want to hide.
After a quick dig around in his bedside drawer, he pulled out a condom, tugging it open before he rolled it onto his cock.
"See something you like?" He asked, your cheeks flushing in response.
"No! I was just..." You trailed off as he lined himself up against your entrance.
"still nervous?"
You nodded, your teeth gnawing against your lower lip as he gathered more of your arousal on the latex.
"we can stop at anytime, ok?" He whispered against your lips.
Quickly nodding again, you maintained eye contact as Satoru slowly slid into your entrance, making you whine and gasp as he filled you up, a stabbing pain shooting through your pelvis.
A pained gasp left your lips just from his tip filling you up, your nails digging into his arms.
"Toru-"
"Shit, baby." He whispered, kissing away the tears you didn't notice had fell, his movements stilling.
You felt amazing to say the least. Satoru could barely fathom how good it was inside of you - tight, wet and so warm. It felt a lot better than his hidden fleshlight
"it hurts.." you gasped, trying to get used to the foreign feeling inside of you.
Satoru nodded, trying to desperately hold himself back from moving or worse, coming before you did.
After what felt like forever, you finally said the magic words : "You can move now."
He forced himself to move slow, not wanting to scare you off. Slowly, he fed you inch by painstaking inch until you were full of him and couldn't sense anything else.
Meanwhile, Satoru had his whole body weight against you, panting heavily against the crook of your neck, trying to hold onto the last scrap of control he could muster.
"Toru?" You whimpered, causing him to pull his head up to look at you.
"y-yeah?" He stammered, his face completely flushed and sweaty.
"Move... Please-" you whispered, hiding your face behind your hands.
And move he did. He was somewhat clumsy, not sure how exactly to move his hips at first. (Sugurus advice could only go so far)
But soon enough, he managed to get a rhythm that had you mewling underneath him, his thumb moving to rub your clit.
The pain within your lower half soon melted over into hot pleasure, your nails digging even deeper into his soft skin which you guessed only turned Satoru on more.
Compared to your muffled noises, he wasn't holding back with his sounds, letting out moans, whimpers and gasps as your pussy hugged onto him tight.
Speaking of your pussy, she was sucking him in even deeper, barely letting him pull out enough with how tight of a grip she had on his cock.
It only turned Satoru on even more, the stimulation driving him closer to his impending orgasm.
"Fuck — baby, I'm gonna cum." Satoru cursed under his breath. "You gonna cum with me?"
You let out a soft whimper, nodding quickly as you felt your own coming in hot and fast.
Satoru picked up the pace, moving deeper and deeper until his tip nudged against your sweet spot. That did it for you.
A loud moan finally clawed it's easy out of your mouth, your body trembling underneath his larger one as you came again, tears falling down your cheeks from the fireworks going off inside of you.
The sight of your tears and your needy moans was Satoru's own undoing, his hips stuttering before he finally came deep in the condom, his moans tampering down to needy whimpers.
Once you both calmed down, you noticed Satoru staring at you and finally realised how you looked - hair messy, drool stuck to your cheek and tears spilling from your eyes.
"don't stare at me..." You weakly mumbled, using a pillow to hide your face whilst Satoru chuckled, slowly pulling out of you with a lewd squelch, disposing of the condom in his nearby bin.
"You wound me, princess. I just gave you my first time and you're hiding from me?" Satoru pouted, trying to pry the pillow from your face, but you didn't budge.
He huffed, settling beside you, his hand moving to stroke your hair, his other rubbing your side.
"how about a snack? We can watch your favourite movie again?" He offered.
After a long moment of silence, you peeked at him from over the pillow.
"ice-cream?" You asked.
Satoru's lips stretched into a fond smile. "Of course, baby."
𝄢 summary. a pack of alphas stumble upon the princess running from her betrothed. instead of sending her right back to the crown, they begin to take a liking to her.
𝄢 chapter warnings. NSFW/MDNI, explicit smut, dom/sub dynamics, angst, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, more of sukuna's violent threats, giant stomach tongue used as a dick/dildo, if you squint, this is hate-fucking, ?cheating?, female masturbation, voyeurism, hunting aspects, sukuna is a total asshole, mentions of sukuna's two cocks, corruption, heavy degradation, restraining during sex/slight BDSM, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, medieval au (reader is a princess).
𝄢 a/n. longest chapter yet, enjoy! <3 dividers by honeyluvsw and dollywons.
chapter six < series masterlist > chapter eight
"You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”
The tension in the air was thick, almost palpable enough to suffocate on. Sharp enough to slice through a metal bar. Sukuna’s excitement after an impromptu hunt was slated from his expression, now busy ridding himself of the flesh and carnage that stuck to him with an irked grimace, all while the other alpha’s stirred in their discomfort.
Sweat dotted on your brow line, and you felt your symptoms picking up. It was like all of your senses were painfully heightened—the chirping cicada’s and grumbles of the alphas piercing your ears, the flickering of the fire-pit and illumination of the moonlight brightening tenfold, and worst of all, you were practically dripping through your dress.
The alphas haven’t picked up on the scent of your slick, or if they have, they aren’t making it obvious. But atop Nanami’s coat, the slick is bleeding into the fabric, your hole drooling and begging to be stuffed.
“She’s only gonna get worse, Ryomen,” Toji grumbles, and you’re pretty certain that name he used must be Sukuna’s first name. Seems that these two are closer than they let on. “If she doesn’t get over the brute of this, we’re never even going to make it out of the forest, much less to the outskirts of her castle without her trying to tear at least one of us limb from limb.”
“Orrrrr she’ll drop. A very real possibility.” Geto murmurs, running his hands through his hair with a tight expression. He seems incredibly conflicted by this—his casual suave demeanor cracking and allowing you to really see what he’s like behind that shell. Desperate, to touch you at least. You got a glimpse of it earlier in the day, and a part of you wants to see it laid bare in it’s entirety.
Shit. No. You can’t have another incident like Gojo or Toji. You just need to get home. But the prospect of being able to find comfort in your home any time soon sounds farfetched. You don’t even know how to get there or how long it will take thanks to your worsening symptoms.
You drop your head into your hands, feeling your gut dip into a bottomless pit of anxiety. This isn’t going to pan out well for you.
Amidst your inner crisis, a whine suddenly leaves your lips. With wide eyes and a hiccup, you quickly clasp your hands over your mouth and frown. You know the effect that sound has on the alpha’s, even if they attempt to conceal it through gritted teeth and clenched fists as they are now.
“Of course my cock responds every time she does that.” Gojo looks vexed as he stares at the growing tent in his pants.
“Fuck this. Why do I gotta be the one t’fuck her?” Sukuna’s craning a kink out in his neck, ruby pupils thinned out in irritation.
“Because of that exact attitude,” Nanami groans, standing from where he’s sitting. He paces near the fire pit, and even though his hands are stuffed in his pockets and he’s standing all stoic, he looks to be on his last thread of restraint.
“What Nanamin is trying to say is the rest of us would be more than happy to work her through an orgasm or two to tamp down on the symptoms,” Gojo smirks, frosted irises twinkling with mischief as he undresses you with his eyes. “Which means we are all the more likely to lose ourselves in lust. You, my friend, are not. Baffles us all, might I add.”
Sukuna’s upper lip curls back in disgust, his gaze dragging over towards you.
Your gut churns in thinly veiled repulsion.
“I’m not fucking her.”
“He’s not touching me,” the two of you say simultaneously.
“Your grace,” Choso whispers, leaning towards you and away from the group. You feel your heart skip a couple of beats as you redirect your attention towards him. Had you not had your hands full for the last day, you’d have been able to acknowledge just how pretty Choso is. Not to mention the slight iron scent to him, almost like Sukuna’s but sweeter, layered with floral notes that make your cheeks burn.
His deep brown eyes are blown wide, and you have a feeling it’s due to your overpowering scent. The pendant Gojo gave you can only do so much when you’re experiencing an untended heat. But the closer you examine him, you can see worry swimming in his eyes. “If you’d prefer, I can help you, too. Sukuna is…” he trails off, the dark tattoo of dried blood smeared across the bridge of his nose deepening a shade or two. “He’s a brute.”
“I don’t appreciate you consulting the princess without our knowledge,” Gojo suddenly appears, perversive voice ringing out as he massages Choso’s shoulders from behind. “You think she’ll choose you if you beg?”
“Cut it out, Satoru,” Geto groans out like he’s about to snap, clenching his fists repeatedly.
“N-no! That wasn’t my intent at all—.”
“Well, it doesn’t look so great to see you two coupled up in secret,” Toji joins in, leaning against a towering oak. “Care to share with the class?”
Choso bunches up the fabric of his pants, teeth gritting. “I won’t hurt her. At least not like him,” he juts his chin towards the beast of the group, though he doesn’t look as confident as his choice of words.
Sukuna clicks his tongue, amused by his statement. “Hurt her?” with an exhale, he takes a few calculated steps towards Choso, who is practically shaking where he stands and towers over him. “You think I’ll give it to her right away?”
You squint in confusion, wondering what exactly he means, while the alpha’s examine the situation cringing.
Sukuna jams a finger into Choso’s shoulder, and then again, and again, until Choso’s back meets the trunk of a looming oak behind him. “Think I’ll ram it in? Like I’m some fucking dog?”
Choso glares at Sukuna, but Sukuna’s focus has now switched over to you. It seems that he means for you to hear his next words. “Think I won’t work her open on my tongue, then my fingers? Have her crying and begging that I plug her up until her slick stops leaking out of her?”
Your face is on fire. The shift from threats to downright profanity has you melting where you sit.
“Aht aht. That’s not a secret you’re meant to share,” he teasingly smirks, balling up Choso’s collar. You feel your chest tighten at the sight.
Then, Sukuna practically folds himself in half to meet his eyeline, a fire kindling in his irises. “What I do with the princess is none of your business. You get in my way again, I’ll have fun skinning you with my teeth.” Sukuna’s mouth twitches, holding back his laughter while Nanami tugs him away.
You’re aware that Sukuna could rival any of the alpha’s here and win, but 5 against 1? He’d surely lose.
Choso’s gaze flickers between the other alphas, before landing on Sukuna who is burning daggers into him with his scarlet irises. Choso’s shoulders slump in defeat. “I’ll find some more log for the fire.”
“W-wait..!”
“I’m sorry, princess,” Choso mumbles, standing to head into the forest. It’s dawned on him that he was being selfish inserting himself into the situation and starting something. “It really just might be for your own good.”
You deflate, dejected and irked as he disappears behind the treeline. Choso’s gone. Toji and Gojo are on timeout. Geto and Nanami are too much of gentlemen to lay a finger on you.
So that leaves you with…
“I’m still not doing it,” Sukuna grumbles, flossing his teeth with a lose thread from his sirwal. “She’s impudent and homely.”
Your eyes flicker with a fire, reaching for the nearest rock to throw at his head, but Geto kicks it away, mouthing that it’s ‘not a great idea.’
“Well, I don’t want you to help me, either. I don’t need a thing from you, you ass,” you shout at him, arms folded over your chest.
Nanami and Geto exchange a worried expression as you fold into yourself again.
You’re in the middle of the woods, away from home.
In the middle of the night.
Experiencing your very first heat.
Surrounded by six alpha’s.
All of whom are too afraid or disgusted to lay a finger on you.
And what seems to be your best bet is a beast that could eat you for a midnight snack.
Heat feeds into your bloodstream as you reckon your chances away from them. You could snag a mare, though you’ve never ridden mounts this mighty, and fare your chances back to your castle on your own. Your apothecary will know what to do.
The odds sound far better than roughing it out in the sprig here.
“She’s planning her escape,” Toji yawns out, crossing his hands behind his back and cozying up on a log.
Sukuna’s head flits towards you. “That so?”
“N-no!” you blurt out, not meaning to splutter. Geto cringes at how you gave yourself away so easily, your voice wavering.
There’s a pause, barely filled by the crackling and hissing of the fire.
“It’s admirable,” Sukuna continues, rolling out his shoulder. “It’s the first sign of bravery I’ve seen in you, girl.”
“I already said I’m not—.”
“Go ahead. Head home. You’re free to go.”
Your eyebrow arches at Sukuna skeptically, before exchanging the same look with Geto and Nanami. There’s no way he’s letting you head back to the castle in the middle of the night—he’s surely planning something else.
But, still. This might be your only chance out.
On shaky legs, and your gut still churning, you hoist yourself up to your feet.
“Darling, you can ignore him, you know that?” Geto offers, head cocked as he appraises you like some newborn fawn, pitying eyes that soften when addressing you.
“Or, you can put your big girl pants on and figure this shit out yourself,” Sukuna snarls, still far too amused by this.
“Sukuna.” Nanami says his name like a warning, his patience with this whole ordeal wearing thin.
“It’s not like she’s our hostage. Go,” he dares you.
Nanami’s tongue prods the inside of his cheek, well aware of Sukuna’s unmoving mindset. So he averts his attention to you. “He just want’s a challenge, Princess.”
You heave, wanting to collapse and cry from the systemic pain coursing through you, but at the same time you’re stubborn. You don’t back down, either. Even if it’s not in your best interest.
…Which is how you find yourself at least a couple miles off from the group in the next hour—sprig in your hair from the amount of times you’d tripped on a stone in the dark or ran into a tree after thinking you were being chased.
Against Nanami and Geto’s better judgement, eyeing both Toji who was knocked out and Gojo who seemed excited by the very concept, you left, with only Nanami’s coat that was of no help. You’re freezing, both your cloak and Nanami’s coat doing absolutely nothing to keep you warm, whilst a thin layer of perspiration covers you from the exertion.
And worse of all, you can’t stop thinking about how much you desire to be touched. Held. Kissed. Like Gojo’s hands all over you, or Toji’s cock down your throat. It all felt so good, satiating your omega senses from overload.
When you fell over that precipice, you were certain that’s what heaven must feel like. Utter bliss that slates your mind of anything else.
With a sigh, you fill your lungs with disdain and allow your bottom to hit soil. Your head knocks back against a tree trunk, resigned for the evening, your body too sore to continue on.
It’s creepy out, but you don’t have much of a choice other than to sleep here tonight. Except, no matter how many times you feel yourself nodding off, the heat that sears at the junction of your thighs wakes you.
You won’t sleep. Not until you solve this.
The way Gojo had tended to you worked—his big hands holding you, teeth digging into your soft skin, clothed cock rutting against your sex—it was perfect.
If only you could replicate that very same feeling…
Your gaze drops to your thighs, heart hammering behind your ribs. It can’t be that complicated, right? Gojo made it look so easy.
Shimmying the flounce of your skirt up to your midriff, you feel the cool evening air pass over your damp panties, earning a hiccup from you. You got this.
A digit slides up the gusset of your panties, and you choke on a gasp. Fuck, you’ve never been this sensitive before.
You do it again. And again. Not even caring that you’re verbal enough that any wildlife could locate you. Your mind spins, hips bucking up to feel your palm now grinding against your clit.
Your freehand cups your tit, swollen and tender, tweaking your nipples.
Out of frustration, you tear your panties right off, now sure where your sudden strength came from, and find your cunt glistening in slick. You’re leaking an obscene amount onto the dirt, your entrance winking with need.
Stomach caving, you rub circles onto your clit, warmth unfurling in your gut. It feels good, really fucking good. It’s not long until you’re a shaking and panting mess—tongue lolling out and drooling all over yourself, half-bare to the world for anyone to see.
But not just anyone, no.
You don’t know how long Sukuna’s been watching until you spot him from the corner of your eye—arms crossed over his chest with a wild grin.
You nearly scream, shame flooding your mind as you tug your dress down and brush the sweat from your forehead.
“Don’t let me stop you. Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he tilts his head. “You looked like you were on the verge of divine pleasure.”
“How long have you been here?” you want to cry, cuss him out, chuck a branch at his head, but you’re too embarrassed to move a muscle. You want the Earth to cave in and swallow you whole.
“Long enough to see how pathetic you are when you’re lost in yourself. Are you always this sloppy?”
Your fingers curl in your dress. “Are you always such a jerk?”
Sukuna shrugs, finally stepping out from the dark and making his way towards you. He doesn’t seem deterred by your outbursts, expression flat with the slight curl of his lips. If anything, it’s only egging him on. “I’ve been called worse. Not gonna be all sweet ‘n sappy like those prissy fucks over there,” he grunts, jutting his chin over his shoulder.
Your heart skips a beat. “…They’re all here?”
“You’re not that hard to track, woman.”
You chew on the inside of your cheek. “Are you… here to help me?”
A beat passes, Sukuna eyeing you uninterested. “Why should I do that?”
“I don’t know. I’m still wondering if you have a heart in that giant chest of yours.”
The accidental compliment doesn’t evade Sukuna, watching you melt where you sit. He crouches in front of you, arms hanging over his knees, his form still managing to swallow yours. “Ask me.”
You peer up at him, your breath catching in your throat. As much as you dislike him, he still manages to steal your air when he’s up close.
“Ask me to help you.”
Your pulse quickens, lashes batting. “I… don’t think I want to.”
He leans forward, his forehead pressing against your own, his scent flooding your senses. You whine, cheek dragging against his facial crest as rough as bark in desperation. Ever since the ride from their cottage, you’ve missed his warmth. As much as you hate admitting it. “Stop being so fucking stubborn, and beg,” he grunts, the corners of his eyes twitching. “You need this, brat.”
A whine from you, and then another. You can feel the alpha’s stir, their scent’s souring with irritation and concern. If Sukuna wasn’t filling your entire line of vision, you’re sure you could spot them past the trees.
You shake your head, your nose brushing against his. When he moves in to slot his lips against yours, you turn, his mouth kissing the seam of your lips.
His anger is palpable, rolling off of him in waves.
“God, you’d rather salt your wounds than ask me for help,” he curses under his breath, two of his hands finding your wrists and pinning them to the ground beside you in a bruising hold. “‘S that what they teach you in your fuckin’ princess classes? To never ask for a thing?”
You squirm, trying to paw him off of you, but he’s too strong. He could do whatever he’d want with you, and you couldn’t do a thing about it.
But part of you knows that Sukuna doesn’t take like this. No, he likes to see his victims stripped down to their fear and helplessness, begging him for mercy.
“Open your legs,” he commands of you, and your knees split open, your body responding to his gruff tone almost like an instinct. “Now, tell me you want me.”
His pupils are long blown, assessing every move you make like he’s hunting you for dinner. For sport. “No.”
His lips curl back in pure repulsion, until his gaze drops to your cunt. Soft, glistening in the moonlight.
You try to close your legs, but he pulls them open even wider. “Can’t hide from me, brat.”
You feel blood rush to your head, leaking even more all over yourself with his undivided attention fixed on your most intimate spot. Does he think you’re ugly? Pathetic?
“Please…”
“Please, what?” he mocks you, one hand squeezing your inner thigh. “Use your words or else I’ll leave you here for the mutts. Your call.”
You bite your lip, tears stinging your waterline from how needy you are. You think you might die if he doesn’t touch you.
So. Your ego or your lust?
A beat passes with your pulse pounding in your throat. “Please… help me.”
Your voice, wavering and mousy, has Sukuna’s ears twitching. He stares at you, expression flat. Your heart bruises as it slams against your ribcage.
He leans back on his haunches, and just when you think he’s going to walk away, the slit on his stomach falls open. And where you thought you’d see intestines, you see a full set of teeth and a tongue.
A mouth.
Air strips from your lungs as you watch the tongue lull from the mouth, lavving at his abs, then grin at you.
“It’s not gonna eat you,” he taunts you. “I’m not done with you just yet, girl.”
You break your gaze away from the mouth that’s drooling all over itself to look at Sukuna. He looks sincere enough, or at least as sincere as someone like him can be. You hold eye contact, wondering what kind of person birthed this creature. Deformed face, extra appendages, animalistic urges. And to top it all off, a cannibal. As strange as he may be, he had to come from somewhere.
He lowers himself, the two hands on your wrists now on your waist while the other two spread your legs to allow him to slot himself between your thighs. It’s not an easy stretch either, the man far too large for you to accommodate this expanse.
“Say my name,” he growls, borderline wolf-like, as he stares down at you.
Your heart leaps into your mouth. “Sukuna…”
“Again.”
“Sukuna,” you whine, tongue darting out to wet your lips.
“Again.”
“S-” the single word is stolen from your lips when you feel something wet drag up your cunt. You look down, the stomach mouth tasting you on his tongue, and when you glance up, it looks like Sukuna is savoring in the taste as well. His head tossed back, pink strands sticking out while he groans to himself.
You clench around nothing, another stripe of rough taste buds flicking your clit.
“Fuck, you’re sweet, woman,” he mumbles, neck craning like he’s holding himself back from devouring you entirely. He’s definitely got the most restraint out of the alpha’s, not even doing this for his own pleasure. The other alpha’s would find a way to get themselves off, but not Sukuna. He pretends like this is the worst thing proposed to him, but doesn’t even try to save his ego, relishing in your slick.
“Mmmf… S’kuna,” you buck your hips against his abdomen, but he keeps you pinned down in the dirt.
“Nuh uh. Brat’s don’t get everything they want,” he growls, pushing your thighs against your stomach in a painful arch. “Shut up ‘n take it.”
You scramble in the restraints, barely able to punch a word out from the tongue lapping at your sex.
“Could smell you a mile away before I’d met you,” he mutters, almost like he’s talking to himself, eyes rolled into his skull. “Like a fucking peach. Sweet. Intoxicating.” His palms slide up your thighs, then your calves. Possessive and calculated. Rough skin dragging slow until they curl around your ankles. “You torment me. Daughter of that bastard king…”
Your father? You had a feeling most of the alpha’s were averse to the monarchy, but it seems personal to Sukuna.
“If only he could see you now. Pathetic puppet, like a bitch in heat,” he laughs to himself, crimson irises twinkling like a madman. “Oh wait, ‘s exactly what you are.”
The tongue spreads your puffy folds, dipping into your tight entrance. Your eyes bulge from your head at the sudden penetration, nearly yelping.
Sukuna clicks his tongue, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “That’s it. Cry on my tongue. Let it fill you up until there’s nothing left to give,” he bites your earlobe and you shudder in pure bliss.
Your mind is telling you to knee him in the privates, but your body has completely submit itself to him. He’s planning to rearrange your insides and your attitude at the same time.
The tongue stretches you out—tears staining your cheeks as it feeds itself in inch by inch. For all the pain it’s causing you, Sukuna laps at your scent glands behind your ear with lovebites and kisses, almost like an attempt to distract you from the discomfort.
“Fuck. Too tight for my cock,” he swears under his tongue, sharp lines in his face creasing. “Gotta work you open, brat.”
His actions don’t align with his words, his tongue fucking into your pussy while he tells you how much chaos you throw into his orbit.
He doesn’t make love to you. Not like Gojo. Worse than Toji. You can’t tell if he’s letting you use him, or trying to defile you as much as possible and getting off on the thought of it.
Suddenly, he growls in irritation, his hands at your thighs finding the middle of your dress and tearing it down the middle like some feral animal. Your breasts, which have gotten even more swell in the past day, jiggle out. Sukuna’s eyes ravish you, before his mouth latches onto your skin. Doesn’t matter if Gojo left any marks on you—by the time Sukuna is done with you, you’re going to be a bruised and marked up canvas.
Purple bites and crimson scratches and blue splotches paint you silly—your head knocking backwards while he nips at your skin and squeezes your tits. Each mound, he fondles while his tongue runs circles around your pebbled tit, before suckling on the skin.
You can barely think straight, his hands groping and roaming every inch of skin. He’s marking your skin like he’s making sure you remember this, and you don’t know what to make of it.
“They treat you like some fragile doll,” he groans against you, his eyebrows furrowing inwards in pure frustration. “Omega’s like you need to be broken.”
Two fingers find your neglected clit and gather slick before painting circles against it. You moan out, fingers digging into the ground before you toss them around his bulky shoulders. He’s just so… big and strong, and you’re losing yourself in him.
“One good fuck and you’ll drop that spoiled attitude, hm?” he quizzes against your jugular, teeth grazing your jumping pulse.
You nod, Sukuna’s tongue bottoming out inside of you and your brain buzzing. You’re so full and stuffed, your precipice rapidly approaching.
“Mmm. Too fuckin’ tight for that,” he grunts in irritation, warm breath ghosting over your skin. “Now come for me. Let the alpha’s see what a princess looks when she’s coming undone on my tongue.”
You shudder, lashes fluttering open to see the other five alpha’s looming nearby. The sight leaves you dizzy, and guilty.
Choso can’t look away, eyes fixed on your jostling and perky tits with a flushed face. The jealousy that’s searing off of Geto you can practically taste on your tongue as he leans against a tree with his arms folded over his chest, eyeing the ordeal with a pained face. You don’t think Gojo can feel jealous right now, cerulean irises fixed on where Sukuna’s tongue slides into your cunt. Toji’s almost expressionless, but the tent in his pants is giving him away. And Nanami… can’t look—his fists balled up at his sides as he stares at a patch of ground.
You don’t want them to see you like this—bare and whining and a mess, but your body doesn’t seem to care. You cant and rut your hips to meet each squelching pump of his tongue into your pussy while he squeezes your clit between two fingers, groaning and growling insults into your ear. That you’re just a fuck toy to him, that you’ll never be pure for your pathetic betrothed ever again, that you’re nothing but helpless beneath him.
You don’t even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks as you mewl and cry out his name, stars nearly blotting behind your eyelids. You’re close.
“Get the fuck off her,” Geto suddenly growls, and you can see him bridging the gap but he’s quickly stopped by Gojo and Toji.
“Not your turn, pretty boy,” Toji mutters, though his flat gaze is still fixed on you while he holds Geto back by the chest.
“He’s ruining her,” Choso mutters, voice cracking when he says your name in defeat.
“And she looks fucking gorgeous,” Gojo adds, amazed by the sight.
You’re barely listening, thighs burning and aching with the stretch as the tongue slobbers all over you, the mixed fluids painting your pelvis, thighs, and abdomen in glistening hues.
Sukuna drags his sharp canines down your throat like a threat, and then latches his teeth to your skin. Your body snaps like a bowstring—sent over the edge with a cry of his name, the pain seizing into mind-numbing pleasure. “R-Ryomen!”
Low and primal, he growls, plugging you up to the brim as you orgasm all over his tongue. Your brain buzzes and your ears ring, vision blackening out momentarily as you go limp. Thankfully, your symptoms are practically gone, though the linger without the proper rituals to satiate you.
A second later, Sukuna groans deep and low, your name rolling off his tongue, and you’re pretty sure he just…
You lock eyes with him, and for the first time, you’re catching vulnerability twinkling in his eyes.
You pant, starstruck and chest heaving. “Did you j-just—.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
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You were irritated. Rightfully, so. Your parents gave you the ‘rundown’ on how things were going to go according to whatever plan they made in their head.
Toji was currently watching you throw a fit. Your bed was in disarray, pillows and your sheets falling off the sides whilst you punched a pillow.
“Excuse my language, your highness, but will you finally explain why you’re throwing shit around?” Toji yawned as you threw the pillow aside.
“My parents aren’t letting me attend the festival!” You scoffed, getting up to pace. “And instead, they’re forcing me to stay here with Naoya.” You spat his name with so much disgust that it had Toji surprised. “No offense.”
He merely hummed for you to continue and you did. “Something about ‘bonding’ and ‘safety’.”
“They want to keep you safe.”
You wanted to laugh at that. You alone with Naoya? Alone? Yeah, that wasn’t keeping you safe. It was throwing you to the wolves.
“I wish to be alone.” You managed to muster, moving to sit back down.
“Princess,” Toji began to move closer to you.
“I’m not asking.”
Toji faltered at your tone and you felt his eyes on you for a long minute before he moved to the door, a sour taste resting in your mouth.
“Wait.”
Toji paused, not looking back at you.
“You’re off duty for the festival. You should experience it.”
Toji only nodded before he left, leaving you to your thoughts. You weren’t deliberately shutting him out. You just needed…space…
For 2 long decades, nothing you wanted was your own. Your parents chose everything - what you ate, what you wore, what instruments you had to perfect and even who you were going to marry! You felt like a hypocrite most of the time. A lot of people had less…but, you couldn’t live like this.
So, you began to formulate a plan.
You weren’t going to be pushed around much longer…You forbid it.
•---------•
“You’re staring.”
“So?” Toji raised a brow as you both moved through the forest, leading both of your horses along.
Even you could admit that you looked suspicious. Just an hour ago, you were sulking and ordering him to leave you alone, and a while later, you came out, dressed in long silk skirts and a blouse, your face no longer flushed and an old basket and a book in hand. Thankfully, you both snuck through the kitchen exit, allowing you to go unnoticed by your parents and their forced guard.
Even the innocent “I want to go looking for plants” statement didn’t move the confusion from his handsome face.
“So, I’d appreciate it if you stopped.” You sighed, looking around the bushes until you spotted the lettuce you were looking for. “a-hah.”
“Forgive me if I don’t believe you suddenly want to go plant picking.” Toji replied, watching as you crouched in the grass to wriggle the plant out of the ground.
“Believe what you wish.”
After a bit more pulling, you managed to get the stubborn thing out of the ground and shoved it into your basket.
“Now…just one more thing.” You mumbled, venturing deeper whilst Toji shadowed you from behind.
“And that is?”
“Datura.”
Toji frowned. “I’m not familiar.”
“Makes sense. It favors warmer environments. But, if you help me find it, I’ll owe you a favor.” You bargained, showing him the faded image of the plant in your book.
Toji moved closer and studied the flowering plant on the worn paper whilst you tried not to make it obvious that you were inhaling his scent - pine and vanilla soap…yummy.
Finally, he tilted his head. “Looks familiar….” he began before his suspicion arose. “What do you need it for?”
“Oh! I’m planning on making a salad.” You smiled. “After seeing those poor chickens in the castle’s kitchen…I want to try and make healthier choices.”
Before he could question it, you moved on. “So, you said it’s familiar? Have you seen it around here?”
“No…but, when we were riding through the village, I noticed a few…” He admitted.
“Why didn’t you speak before?” You huffed, quickly moving to your palfrey.
Toji moved quickly, his hand moving to the small of your back to help you mount. You fought against the warmth in your cheeks, reminding yourself that he was merely helping because it was harder to mount in these shoes. Yes, that was it…
Nonetheless, you return to the village area, ignoring the awkward silence between you both. It was still pretty busy, villagers walking around, some hanging up makeshift stars and lanterns in preparation for the festival.
“Sorry.” Toji’s voice came from beside you as you rode past. “Seeing the decorations…”
Ah, he was still thinking about your earlier fit. How…cute.
“Oh,” You frowned softly, looking at your reins. “Forget it…I’ve come to terms with it. Besides, what good will sulking do?”
He watched you for a moment longer before leading his horse over to the outskirts of the village to which you followed.
“There.” He nodded to where a few sprouted from the cracked concrete.
You smiled to yourself and quickly got off your horse, trying not to flush at how you almost tripped. You finally got over to the plant and used your handkerchief to carefully pluck a few. 4 should do the trick…
After putting them in your basket, you rose and turned to Toji.
“Toji…how did you spot the flowers?”
“Good eyesight. Got it from my old man.” He grunted, looking up at the clear sky. “Is that everything on your checklist?”
“Yeah.” You concluded, deciding not to push it.
You weren’t slow. You knew you and your guards hadn’t come here yesterday on the way back…Toji was keeping a secret from you.
•---------•
A week passed and you were dreading the night of the starlight festival. You still felt that it wasn’t fair…especially as you watched as Prince Naoya walked up to you in the main hall.
“My princess.” He smirked, bowing to you.
Your nudge from your mother made you aware of yourself and you dipped into a shallow curtsey that he didn’t register. Egotistical asshole.
“Naoya…It’s wonderful to see you again.” You smiled. “I hope that tonight we are able to…become closer.”
His smirk stretched wide and vile as his gaze skittered over your figure before he reluctantly met your gaze. “I’m looking forward to it too.”
Your mother cleared her throat before instructing a maid to take Naoya to his quarters. Once he was out of sight, she finally regarded you.
“Just make sure you don’t cause too much trouble tonight. I’m glad you’re finally making an effort with your husband.” She smiled.
“Fiance.” You corrected flatly.
“Same thing, really.” She tutted before leaving you alone in the hall - with exception of the reduced amount of guards.
Like Toji, most were given the night off for the festival.
You didn’t know you’d miss his presence this much. No matter where you looked, you couldn’t find his addicting green eyes or his cocky smirk…
It was fine…just survive the night.
•---------•
“You’re gorgeous.” Naoya complimented, his big arm around you and tugging you closer.
“You’ve said that 5 times now.” You deadpanned, glancing at the large clock in the lounge.
It was already 10PM. The festival would be in full effect now…And yet, you were still here with Naoya who refused to sleep even though most of the maids were in their quarters. Most of the foods set out for you both were still out, the fireplace roaring. You were too overstimulated for this.
“My prince, it isn’t appropriate for us to be…so close.” You mumbled, trying to pry his hand from your shoulder. “We aren’t married yet.”
“But we are engaged…shouldn’t I get a taste of my future bride?” He hummed, moving a hand to rest on your thigh.
You wanted to vomit at that, but forced a smile. “Before that…I am feeling quite thirsty.”
You managed to slip free and leaned forward to reach the light blue china teapot, pouring some rose tea for yourself whilst ignoring the feeling of Naoya’s eyes that lingered on your backside. Pervert.
You then turned to him. “Speaking of tea, my prince…I was out looking for plants for you…I wanted to brew you a special tea from scratch.”
You picked up the white teapot and poured the tea into his cup, the creamy amber-green catching his attention.
“I hope you like it, my prince.” You hummed, grabbing the two cups. “I made this specially for you.”
“I see..” He murmured, clearly off guard.
“Naoya…” You giggled playfully, tugging his arm a bit which made the tea slosh. “Don’t tell me that you believe i’d poison you? That’s beneath me, my prince.”
Noticing his brow twitch, you guessed you’d have to be more honest.
“Fine. Watch me.” You sighed, taking the cup from his grip.
You took a reasonable sip and swallowed it in front of him.
“See? Harmless.” You huffed. “I just don’t like the blend as much…Which was why I was hoping my future husband could help me..” You trailed off, moving a hand up his chest. “You’ll do that, right?”
Naoya finally relented now that his ego was stroked and ended up finishing the whole glass. “Well, my princess, I can say that it does taste amazing. What’s in it?”
“Oh, just some herbs and flowers I found around the kingdom. It’s amazing how tea is so…versatile.” You ranted.
Naoya cut you off. “Well, since I helped my fiance out, shouldn’t I get a reward?”
Forcing a laugh, you lightly hit his chest. “Naoya, you’re being naughty…I haven’t been with a man before.”
As expected, his eyes practically lit up. Naoya was the type to be swayed by the pure wife shit. You knew from the day you met him.
“Well, how about a kiss? We should practice for our wedding night.”
Moving to pour him more tea, you huffed. “I’ve never been kissed either, my prince…” You admitted, trying to act coy.
Thankfully, Naoya continued to drink and you continued to rebuff, avoiding the subject for a painful 30 minutes until you excused yourself to the bathroom chambers.
When you finally returned, you weren’t surprised to find Naoya sprawled out on the couch, completely knocked out whilst tea stained the floor.
Finally…
Who would’ve thought Datura and wild lettuce could have such a sedative effect…
To test it out, you moved closer to your betrothed and raised a hand, unleashing a rough slap against his dumb face. When he didn’t stir, you knew he was too far gone to wake up anytime soon. And that was if he woke up. With how much you mixed into the tea, you were sure it bordered on toxic…but that was where your backup came in.
Quickly, you moved to your fathers study and managed to get his liquor cabinet open, taking two bottles before moving to the kitchen. Corking them open, you flipped both over and emptied the alcohol into the sink, leaving one somewhat full before you returned to the lounge.
After setting them up on the coffee table, you took a few steps back to survey your work.
Perfect.
Naoya just got a little too drunk during your whole ‘date’, so after he passed out down here, you returned to your room, not wanting to disturb your maids so late…
If he died, it would be due to alcohol poisoning…you’d get rid of your poor betrothed.
But, you couldn’t celebrate just yet. You had a festival to attend.
your revenge plan of spending all of husband!gojo’s money doesn’t work if he’s secretly into it. mdni ⟢
APPROVED. AUTHORIZED. SALE SUCCESSFUL.
you’ve completely abandoned reason when it comes to financial responsibility.
store after store, purchase after purchase. you walk around like the world itself could bend to the whims of the little rectangular piece of plastic you’re clutching in your hand. at this point, you’ve treated entire starbucks capacities to a drink, bought extravagant dresses you know you’ll never wear, and a hideous bag that was so ridiculously expensive you almost laughed when you saw the price tag.
each time you slide his card across the chip reader, the little burst of dopamine you feel at the replying green ding makes his impending bank statement worth it.
he deserves this, after all. if he could be so aloof as to let your dinner reservation slip his mind, then surely he wouldn't be keen enough to notice a few extra zeroes trailing every purchase, right?
“would you like a receipt?” the cashier asks politely.
you smile sweetly, “an e-receipt will do, thank you.”
--
back at the apartment, satoru’s laying back against the sectional, his phone rests loosely in his hand, thumb lazily flicking through thread after thread. “how to apologize to your wife,” “how to make it up after standing someone up,” “best apology gifts”— he’s opened so many tabs that at this point they’ve all started blending together into a pitiful reddit concoction within his brain.
he’s just about to click onto another subreddit chain about “apology flowers and their meanings,” when the first notification pops onto the top of his screen.
“a transaction in the amount of $108,923.67 has been detected on your card ending in 8686…”
“huh..” he scoffs, clicking into the message.
“...this is an automated alert for your awareness. no action is required if you recognize this activity. if you do not recognize this transaction, please contact your financial institution immediately using the number on the back of your card...”
a little inkling tells him that it wasn't exactly a thief attempting to drain his card. unless the thief in question was an infuriatingly sexy woman who gets off on raising his blood pressure. he laxly enters his face ID to authorize his access into the bank app. the purchases, he quickly realizes, are flowing in as fast as a live chat. his blue eyes sharpen slightly as the numbers begin to flow in.
oh.
oh, is this what you’re doing now?
10:53 AM POS purchase - stine goya -22,193.67
11:12 AM POS purchase - bottega veneta -19,843.43
11:32 AM POS purchase - loro piana -28,931.41
11:38 AM POS purchase - starbucks -6,784.98
his lip quirks up at that last one, leave it up to his girl to manage to drop 7 racks at a coffee shop. more and more purchases are flowing in by the second, some are couple-hundred purchases at cafes, and others ten-grand payments to random ass brands he’s never even heard of. nonetheless, each one sends a little thrill of pleasure up his spine.
the next warning text comes in, claiming that he's dropped over a million by this point. the message warns that the card has locked, requiring his verification to prove it wasn't stolen and to therefore unlock it. he clicks onto that message and verifies his identity anyway, because he knows this isn't fraud. no, he knows exactly who’s behind this, and what kind of husband would he be if he didn’t enable his wife’s unhealthy spending habits?
he leans his head back against the couch, exhaling through his nose as something warm, and dangerously pleased coils in his chest. much to your impending annoyance, each petty charge has served more to arouse him than irritate him.
11:55 AM POS purchase - balenciaga -47,165.90
“spend it all,” he murmurs to the screen, irregularly pleased for someone actively being robbed. “c’mon babe. don’t go soft on me now.”
his hands slowly inch lower into his sweatpants, freeing his cock from the stiff material. he's mindlessly refreshing the page every few seconds, praying for a new purchase statement to come up. every time a new proof of your financial recklessness updates, his dick twitches in his hand.
louis. throb. gucci. throb.
he leans his head back, his breath coming in short gasps as he brings himself closer to the edge. he can feel the heat building up in his core, the familiar tingle in his spine. he's close, so so close, and all it takes is one more purchase to send him over.
12:00 PM POS purchase - tiffany & co. -136,456.23
his back arches, a low intelligible groan along the lines of that’s my girl escaping his lips as he comes undone. ropes of his translucent cum string over his fist. he’s feeling the tension leave his body after the high, replaced by a warm, satisfied glow. he takes a moment to catch his breath, his eyes still on his phone, then he pulls up your contact.
satoru: hey princess
satoru: don't forget to hit up the bank on the way home, they probably need a massage from all the stress you’ve put them through today;)
Thinking about pornstar!Gojo and his shy, novice partner...
"Cmon, baby, eyes on the camera." Satoru teased breathlessly, his cock still buried deep inside of your pussy which was currently spasming around his cock after your recent orgasm.
Your arms were over your eyes, shying away from the cameras that were propped up around the bedroom. You'd squirted 3 times now and after the haze of pleasure faded, you felt so shy.
But Satoru Gojo wasn't shy.
"Toru-" you gasped as he pinched your clit, mean and rough.
But, as the teasing bastard he was, he only smirked. "Show us that pretty face. We need a close up as you cum."
You whimpered in response but moved your arms from your flushed face, trying not to look at the cameras. Satoru offered a distraction, his hips rolling slowly until his fat tip was nudging against your sweet spot.
Your mouth slipped open, forming a cute 'O' shape as he picked up the pace.
"Satoru - fuck, I can't cum again-" you whined, trying to push at his incessant hips.
"Really?" He taunted, easily pinning your hands above your head. "But this sweet pussy wants to. She's sucking my cock in."
"Stop talking to my pussy -"
"How rude. She's so needy! How can I ignore her?" He chuckled, rubbing your clit with even more vigor.
At that, you could barely muster any strength as your orgasm crashed into you, making you cum so hard you were sure your soul left your body for the delicious 3 minutes in which your orgasm lasted.
After your shoot, you ended up finding out you did in fact leave your body since you fainted after you squirted for the 4th time in a row without a break.
"Aw, guess your pussy couldn't handle my cock." Satoru pouted as he dutifully cleaned you up.
You didn't hesitate as you delivered a kick to his face, ignoring his whines about his "perfect nose."
Even though he was irritating... You couldn't deny that he was definitely good on camera.
You were counting down the days until your next shoot... And so was he
A/n = Double upload because i fucked up and put post privately and now i cannot schedule it :c - next chapter is friday <3
W/c = 2k
Part 3, —> part 5
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You finally woke up in your bed, clean and dressed in one of your satin nightgowns, a stark contrast to your soiled clothes and clammy skin from earlier. After sitting up, your vision swam slightly before it settled on a woman who was sat near your bed, mixing something in a bowl. She looked pretty tired and had long dark brown hair and brown eyes. You’d seen her somewhere…
At your stirring, she finally looked up from her task and smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Your highness, you’re awake - I’m relieved.”
You thought for a long while before mumbling. “Shoko…right?”
“That’s me.” She smiled.
You somewhat recalled her from the forced tea time dates you used to have with Satoru when your kingdoms were talking business. The Gojo households personal doctor, Shoko Ieiri.
“Is Satoru here?” You managed, rubbing your forehead as an annoying headache settled in.
Shoko shook her head, bringing the bowl to your lips. “No. But, when he heard about how you fainted and wouldn’t wake up, he sent me straight away..”
Definitely sounded like Satoru. You sipped the warm concoction, your brow furrowing at the bitter taste, but you forced it down. As you drank, you mentally recalled the journey between your two kingdoms….around 3 days.
Once you were done, you rested back against your pillows. “How long have I been asleep?”
“4 days, your highness.” She answered which made you shoot up again.
“4 what?” You practically gaped.
Before Shoko could say anything, you scrambled out of the bed, cursing when you hit the hardwood floor.
“You shouldn’t be moving around so much.” Shoko frowned, making no move to get up as you tugged your robe on. “You’ll hurt yourself.
“I’ll rest later.” You told her, sliding into your slippers before quickly running out.
Multiple maids and house helps noticed you as you hurried down the halls, trying to halt you and take you back, but you brushed by them, trying not to fall over as you ran down the hundreds of steps in the castle.
Finally, you reached the lounge and found your mother and father inside, both surprised to see you.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Your mother frowned, putting her tea back on it’s coaster. “We thought you’d be asleep for another day.”
“Forget that.” You said. “Where is Toji?”
Your parents exchanged a glance, both seemingly irritated that he was the first thing you spoke to them about.
“He’s still being questioned.” Your father shrugged.
“I told you before! He’s innocent. I ran after my horse, slipped into the river and…” You trailed off, recalling that strange man.
Your parents looked at you curiously, but you kept a straight face. “And then I fainted in a cave…and managed to find my way back.”
“Even so, your head is still all jumbled!” Your mother tutted, coming over to you. She reached for your face, but you tugged away.
“Let me see him. What’s the big deal in that?” You questioned.
After what felt like forever, your parents relented and you didn’t even get dressed properly before you hurried down to the dungeons with your father begrudgingly trailing behind you. After what felt like forever, the winding staircase came to an end and your cream walls were replaced with dark brick and dim lighting, the stale smell of the dungeons a lot stronger now that you weren’t flooded with adrenaline.
You got to the huge double doors and the guards relaxed once they saw your father. He mutely nodded and they opened the doors, allowing you to enter. Without hesitation, you did and easily navigated Toji’s cell, your heartbeat faltering once you saw him sat against a stone stable, his wrists bound by thick iron shackles. He was shirtless and hunched over the table, his shaggy hair covering his eyes.
“Toji…” You breathed quietly, ignoring your father and his guard behind you as you rushed over, kneeling by the table to brush his hair from his face.
He let out a deep groan as he stirred and it was then that you noticed the lashings on his back, his skin stained with blood. Angry red lines were strewn across his muscles, a few already in the process of healing whilst others almost looked infected.
Turning to your father, you didn’t bother hiding the disgust in your voice. “Why did you do this?”
However, instead of an answer, your father’s lip merely twitched, throwing a key at the floor before he left with his guard, leaving you with Toji. You turned back to your guard and rubbed his arm, slowly rousing him from whatever slumber he was in.
His forest green eyes locked onto yours and you felt bad for waking him when you saw the heavy bags under his eyes.
“I’m sorry-” You stammered out, cursing yourself for the way your eyes watered. “This is my fault.”
He didn’t say anything, so you directed your attention to his shackles, quickly moving to grab the discarded key from earlier to unlock the heavy things. It took a while, but you finally got them off of him, allowing Toji to rub at his wrists which were pretty bruised.
“Are you alright?” Toji asked, his question making you laugh in surprise.
“How can you ask me something like that when you were locked up down here for so long?”
“I failed to keep you safe. I…couldn’t find you.” He admitted, sounding a lot more hollow than you remembered.
What did they do to him down here?
“Nevermind…” You whispered, moving a hand to cup his cheek, his skin rough against your palm. You weren’t sure where this boldness came from and Toji was visibly surprised too…but, the thought of him being hurt because of your foolishness was something you couldn’t allow. “We’ll get you healed up.”
He narrowed his brows but remained in your hold. “With what supplies.”
At that, you smiled faintly. “I know someone.”
•---------•
By the time you had dressed up, Toji had been fully seen to and attended by Shoko, his upper half covered in soft bandage wrapping, the doctor in question nowhere to be seen.
You had ordered for a bedroom nearby to your quarters to be cleaned out for Toji to reside, your parents not wanting to argue after they saw how pissed you were. You were sat at the small round dining table in his room, a spread of lunch dishes between you both.
It was hard to eat, especially with the sight of his injuries. It wasn’t grotesque to you…it just angered you to the point where you weren’t hungry despite being asleep for so long.
“I can put on a shirt, your highness.” Toji’s suggestion brought you from your swirling thoughts.
“Excuse me?”
“You look disturbed. I don’t want to ruin your appetite.” He nodded to the wrappings which had you quickly shaking your head.
“No!” You said a bit too sharply. “I mean - I’m fine. I just…still feel terrible. You were tortured because of me.”
“It was still my fault.”
“Stop.” You hissed before sighing, rubbing your temples. “Just…don’t fight me on this.”
“I’ll stop on one condition.”
“And that is?”
“Eat.” He nodded to the spread with his utensils. “I can’t eat this all myself…besides, you’ve…been too kind already.”
“I’ll eat on one condition too.”
“And that is?” He echoed your earlier words.
“Feed me.”
And that was how you found yourself with your chair pulled up to Toji’s side, your mouth being filled every few seconds with warm porridge and fruit, your cheeks blazing hot.
“I…wasn’t serious.” You managed to muster after finishing a bite.
“Well, you seem to be enjoying this.” He replied, moving to rub the napkin against the side of your lip.
“I-I’m not-”
Toji managed to shut you up by shoving another spoonful of food - this time some fluffy scrambled eggs - into your mouth. You glared at that, but he acted as if this was totally the norm. So, you decided to repay the favor and grabbed a handful of strawberry cake, ignoring the mess on your fingers.
“What are you-”
You cut Toji off by shoving it into his face, most of the sweet dessert ending up on his pants.
“Whoops.” You hummed, bringing your fingers to your mouth to lick off some of the cream. “I just wanted to help.”
Toji stared at you for a long while and then at his lap before he moved a big hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him until your noses were mere millimeters away.
“Then shouldn’t a responsible princess take responsibility for the mess she made?” He questioned, his gaze flicking to his pants before returning to your eyes.
Your eyes betrayed you and stole a look at his pants, trying to ignore the obvious bulge you saw beneath his stained pants.
“You-”
The doors suddenly opened and you stood abruptly, your chair falling over. Thankfully, it was just Shoko who looked as nonchalant as ever, barely questioning your proximity to Toji.
“I just wanted to drop this off.” She raised a woven bag, the contents clinking together inside. “They’re the medicines for his injuries.”
“I see.” You coughed, already moving halfway across the room. “Well, I’m full, so, I’ll just…” You nodded awkwardly to the door before slipping out.
What were you thinking? He’s your knight, not some prince you can freely joke with. Something like that shouldn’t happen again. Never. Ever.
•---------•
However, it seemed that Toji didn’t share the same sentiment. After your incident at breakfast, it felt like he got bolder.
When you went for rides - now accompanied by more castle guards due to your fathers irritating restrictions - he’d subtly position himself closer, he’d look at you longer, use any excuse to graze against you…it was frustrating.
You weren’t ashamed of his status…but, you were promised to Naoya…An ‘upstanding’ and ‘righteous’ candidate who’d take care of you for the rest of your life…
No. That couldn’t happen…Even if you didn’t end up with Toji, you’d rather cut out your tongue before you let Naoya keep you in his castle and make you bear his children.
Just the thought of being bedded by such a man —
“Your highness, are you ready to return to the castle?” One of your castle guards asked.
“Oh,” You mumbled, noticing that once again, you’d been zoning out. The sun was slowly beginning to set. “Yes, let’s make haste.”
Soon, you were on your horse, riding back into the castle and passing through one of the quaint villages. Usually, it was quiet - a few children coming over to greet you, a wave to the baker who personally made your birthday cakes, or just enjoying the ambience - but today, there was more hustle and bustle.
“What’s going on?” You asked as your guards situated themselves closer to your horse as they navigated the crowd.
“The starlight festival.” One of the guards answered, making you nod.
The starlight festival was exactly as it sounded. A festival that celebrated the stars. Whenever the night rolled around, the whole kingdom would stay awake to watch the sky for shooting stars, drink, eat and dance. Odd. Usually, your parents would be talking about it up until the date, however, they’ve been quiet.
“Will you be going, Toji?” You asked before thinking, your cheeks warming a bit as a few guards glanced at you.
Your knight stared at you for a moment before speaking. “Wherever you go, I’ll be there, your highness.” He replied with ease, his heavy gaze warming your body up despite the light chill in the air.
“I see.” You managed to mumble, facing ahead as you approached the bridge to your kingdom.
A deep part of you was happy you’d go with Toji. You loved the festival! You could take him around to different places, try foods…and with all the commotion, you’d likely go unnoticed as usual…and you wouldn’t need to worry about Naoya.
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