Youโre bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a broken, muffled sound.
โMmmfgh-!โ
His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. Heโs lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.
It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.
Youโd walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties heโs gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like heโd die without it. Heโd startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.
โWellโฆ fuck,โ heโd said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.
โDidnโt expect you to be back so soon...โ
Youโd felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, youโd stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.
Now heโs paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.
His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.
โSuch a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.โ
He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You donโt let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.
His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. Itโs filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as heโs completely lost in the pleasure.
You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.
Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush his white hair from his forehead, still seated on his cock.
โYou knew I was coming,โ you murmur, watching his face. โYou let me catch you on purpose.โ
Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.
โYeahโฆ I knew,โ he admits, voice rough and smug.
โWanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.โ He lets out a breathless chuckle.
Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.
โYou're so dirty...โ you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
a โhot minuteโ can be both a very short period of time, and a very long one. however, a hot minute in the past (โIt's been a hot minute since I've seen you!โ) is most often a long duration, while a hot minute in the future (โI'll be with you in a hot minute!โ) is most often a short duration. this suggests some very strange things about the temperature of time.
Heโd die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesnโt even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now heโs sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well, no wonder, heโs been edged for hours.
Youโre straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.
โS-shit.. baby.โ he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.
โYouโre so fucking hard,โ you murmur, biting his bottom lip. โLook at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.โ
Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.
โOnly for you,โ he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. โFuckโฆ your hand feels too good.โ
You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojoโs thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God, he's beautiful.
โGonna cum already?โ you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.
โDonโt stop- fuck.. please donโt stop,โ he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.
You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojoโs whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.
He squirts.
Hard.
Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like heโs losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.
You donโt stop until heโs twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.
When you finally slow down, heโs panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.
โFuckโฆโ he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. โI made such a fucking mess.โ
You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.
โYeah, you did,โ you whisper. โAnd weโre not even done yet.โ
Gojo shivers, but thereโs a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.
summary: When an overwhelming palace party pushes Aang past his limits, seeing someone make his partner uncomfortable causes him to snap, forcing him to confront his emotions and lean on the person he loves most.
Music echoed through the massive palace halls while nobles and diplomats filled every corner laughing and talking over one another.
Servants carried trays through the crowd.
People danced.
Others drank and shouted over the music.
It was chaotic.
Honestly?
Most of the Gaang loved it. Sokka was already stealing expensive food. Toph was threatening rich people for fun. Katara was enjoying finally getting dressed up. Even Zuko seemed less miserable than usual.
But Aang-
Aang looked overwhelmed the second you walked in.
You noticed immediately. Of course you did. His shoulders were tense and his eyes kept darting around the room.
Too much noise.
Too many strangers brushing past him every few seconds.
You moved closer to him instinctively. โYou okay?โ
Aang gave you a quick smile. โYeah.โ
You gave him a look. โAang.โ
He sighed softly. โIโve just never really been toโฆ this.โ
You smiled gently. โA fancy party?โ
โYeah.โ
He leaned slightly closer to you. โThereโs so many people.โ
You rubbed his arm softly. โWe can leave whenever you want.โ
Immediately he shook his head.
โNo.โ
You blinked.
โAang-โ
โYou were excited for this.โ
His voice softened. โI want you to have fun.โ
Your chest warmed instantly. Even overwhelmed, he was still more worried about you enjoying yourself. You smiled softly.
โI can stay with you.โ
But Aang shook his head again. โNo, go have fun.โ
You hesitated.
โYou sure?โ
He smiled. โIโll be okay.โ
You leaned up, brushing a quick kiss against his cheek before pulling away. โCome find me if you need me.โ
Aangโs face immediately pinked a little. Even after being together for a while, tiny affection like that still got to him.
โI will.โ
For a while, things were okay. You stayed mostly with Katara.
Talking.
Laughing.
Dancing a little.
Checking on Aang whenever you spotted him through the crowd. At first he seemed alright. Then the party kept getting louder.
More crowded.
More chaotic.
People constantly brushing against him. Trying to talk to him because he was the Avatar.
Aang tried.
But slowly he could feel himself getting more overwhelmed. His breathing got tighter. His patience thinner. All he really wanted now was you. So eventually he started looking through the crowd for you.
Thatโs when he saw it.
Some guy standing way too close to you and Katara. Leaning into your space. You and Katara both clearly uncomfortable.
Trying to politely move away.
But the guy kept following. Still talking. Still trying to flirt.
Then-
Aang saw the guy reach for your waist. Something inside him snapped instantly. One second he was across the room. The next-
He was shoving through the crowd so fast people stumbled out of his way. You barely had time to register him approaching before...
Aang punched the guy square in the face.
Hard.
The entire room seemed to freeze. The guy staggered backward in shock.
โAang?!โ
You stared at him. Aang was breathing hard.
Eyes sharp.
Furious.
More furious than you had ever seen him.
โDonโt touch my fucking girlfriend.โ
The words came out instantly.
Cold.
Protective.
Possessive.
The guy recovered quickly and swung back. Then suddenly they were fighting. Actually fighting. People screaming and backing away. Tables knocked over.
Aang dodging punches with terrifying speed before throwing another hit straight into the guyโs jaw.
โAang stop-!โ
But he wasnโt listening.
Not really.
The fear when he saw someone grabbing at you, it all exploded out of him at once. The guy lunged again. Aang shoved him back hard enough to send him crashing into a table.
Then suddenly-
Sokka and Zuko were there.
โWOAH- HEY!โ
Sokka grabbed Aang around the shoulders. Zuko pulled the other guy back before this turned into an actual disaster.
โAang!โ
Aang was still tense.
Still breathing hard.
His fists clenched. Eyes locked on the guy like he wanted to hit him again. Eventually Zuko got everyone outside to avoid causing a bigger scene. The cold night air helped immediately.
At least a little.
The noise from the party became distant now. You stood with Katara nearby while Sokka and Zuko talked quietly with Aang.
Youโd never seen him like that before.
Not even in battles.
Because this hadnโt felt like combat. It felt emotional. Almost out of control.
And honestly?
It scared you a little. Not because you thought heโd hurt you.
Never that.
But because Aang was usually so calm. So controlled. And tonight heโd completely lost it.
After a few minutes, Sokka and Zuko finally backed away. Aang stood there quietly now.
The anger gone.
Only guilt left behind.
You slowly walked over to him. โAang?โ
His eyes immediately lifted to yours. The second he looked at you, his expression cracked.
โIโm sorry.โ
The apology came out immediately. โI donโt know what happened.โ
You stayed quiet.
Aang rubbed a shaky hand over his face. โI was already overwhelmed and then I saw him touching you and- โ
He stopped himself.
Frustrated.
Ashamed.
โI just snapped.โ
Your chest softened immediately. Because suddenly you could see it clearly now. He hadnโt just been angry. Heโd been drowning all night trying to handle everything around him. And then someone touched you when you were uncomfortable. That was simply the thing that pushed him over the edge.
Aang looked down. โI shouldnโt have reacted like that.โ
You stepped closer carefully.
โAangโฆโ
โI scared you.โ
His voice got quieter. The guilt in it hurt to hear. โI never wanted to do that.โ
You looked at him for a long moment.
Then gently-
โYou didnโt scare me.โ
His eyes flicked back up.
โYou worried me.โ
Aang swallowed hard. โI justโฆโ
His jaw tightened. โI hated the way he was touching you.โ
Your heart skipped slightly. Because even now guilty and overwhelmed. There was still protectiveness in his voice. You reached for his hand carefully. Immediately his fingers wrapped tightly around yours. Like grounding himself.
โYou shouldโve come to get me sooner,โ you said softly.
Aang blinked. โWhat?โ
โYou were overwhelmed.โ
His face fell slightly.โYou were having fun.โ
โI wouldโve left with you.โ
Aang stared at you silently. Like that possibility genuinely hadnโt occurred to him. Your thumb brushed lightly over his knuckles. โYou donโt have to force yourself through things alone just because you think itโll make me happy.โ
Something emotional flickered across his face at that.
โI didnโt wanna ruin your night.โ
โYouโre more important than a party.โ
The words hit him hard. You could see it instantly. His shoulders finally loosened slightly. Some of the tension leaving him. Then softer-
โIโm sorry I lost control.โ
You stepped closer until your arms wrapped gently around him. Aang immediately melted into it. Like the second you touched him, his body finally realized it was safe to relax. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
Face burying slightly into your shoulder.
โIโve got you,โ you whispered softly.
Aang let out a shaky breath. And standing there outside the noisy palace, holding onto you tightly under the night sky
Aang realized maybe what overwhelmed him most tonight wasnโt the crowd.
It was the fear of losing you in it.
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ยฉ 2026 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.
mdni - your boyfriend Sugu sharing you with Toru <3
You were grinding on your boyfriend Suguru's cock on the couch, sleepy with little whines, having half fallen asleep in his lap during the movie you all had on.
"Mnh, Sugu..." you were gasping out. Too sleepy to realize your roomie and best friend Satoru was right there, blushing.
Oh, Suguru knows- he just didn't care, not when you feel that good. He already knows Satoru wants you, he'd walked by him as he jerked his cock mumbling your name.
You feel too good grinding on him not to grip your ass, moaning in your ear -
"Princess, Toru is right there," you had bit your lip, pretty, fucked out eyes looking right at Satoru Gojo, who was blushing in the dark, the TV light casting shadows on his face.
"Toru," you mumble, rolling your hips again, lashes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry, feels s'good and..."
"It's okay... " he mumbles, his cock leaking sticky precum against his boxers, as he hears the rustle of clothing, the sound of Suguruโs cock rutting your panty-clad pussy, the slight motion of his hips.
Satoru almost cums just from hearing your sleepy little whine, you can see his cock straining underneath his pajama pants, making his gut clench up.
Fuck he wants to feel you - any of you - the amount of times Satoru has listened to you both fuck is obscene.
"Oh," You blush, leaning to whisper in Suguruโs ear. "He is um...he's so..."
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty little thing right here," Sugruru tugs your top down as his breath ghosts your skin, showing one of your cute nipples right for Satoru to see, who bites down on his plump lower lip. "Look at her, isn't she pretty?"
"Very pretty," Satoru's words are strained, adjusting his cock to see your lips part, your eyes darting to that bulge.
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty tits right for him to see," Sugruru sighs, leaning back and tugging your panties aside, eyeing your slick, messy cunt. "Do you like him here, princess? Watching?"
You do - but you're sleepy, embarrassed, so wet and horny it's painful. "Toru do you... does it..."
"I uh.. " he sighs, running a hand over his cock and wincing at how bad it's straining. "I can go take care of this. Or..."
"Or I could?" You peek at Suguru, who had you lifted, his fat cock nudging your slick hole, that piercing catching your twitchy clit. "Mnh! Sugu..."
"You wanna make Toru feel better?"
You nod, blushing then.
"He did have a bad break up."
"Toru!" You pout. "You didn't tell me..."
"Yeah," as if Satoru wasn't picturing you arched in front of him when he hit it from the back. You look all sweet, all concerned, before Suguru glides right in your cunt, and your eyes roll back in your skull, stretching you out without any play you're so wet.
"S-Sugu! Ah!"
Satoru tugs out his cock, thick and veiny, watching that mess of slick drool down his best friend as h e leans back. Satoru can't help but whine out as he stares at you, riding his best friend's cock, his own hand tentatively brushing your cheek, leaning close as his friend pummels your cervix.
"So pretty," he whispers, feeling your blush heat your skin, you lean close, your eyes all sleepy as Satoru strokes his own cock.
"Can I taste you?" He almost cums from that damn question.
"Yes! I mean... yeah..." He eagerly swipes some of his precum, slipping it between your lips as Suguru bottoms out. You suck Satoru's milky cum off his thumb while you whine out, cheeks hollowed.
"Wanna suck his cock, Princess?" Suguru asks, it's hard to speak looking at you like this, when you turn back and he sees his friend's cum on your lips, he can't help but flick his tongue against them, tasting it and moaning, his cock pulsing inside.
"Yes... please..." You cry out when Suguru pulls out with a mess falling, laughing at just how wet you are.
"Then get on your knees for us."
You eagerly obey, knees sinking into the cushions of the couch, mouth open and eager to take Satoru's pink tip, you feel his hands grip your hair tight, hear his gasp. "Oh f-fuck... your mouth is s'good, sweetheart..."
"Isn't it?" Suguru asks, lining his tip back up and filling you, all while you look up at Toru whose glasses are fogging with his breaths, his hands trembling just a bit when they pull too hard, making you whine around his cock, pretty tip soft like velvet on your little tongue.
"M'sorry... too rough I..."
"She loves it," Suguru murmurs, gripping your waist to drag you down his cock, his balls smacking your neglected clit, shoving Satoru's cock so deep you choke around it. "Don't you, baby?"
"Mmm," you pull back with a messy pop, lips coated in spit. "I do."
Satoru thinks he's in love with his best friend's girl once she makes his goddamn cock dissappear - all eight inches, too, nose nestled against the little light smattering of white hair. You're drooling down his heavy balls, tight and ready to pump you full - as him and his best friend take turns fucking your holes, using your body between them faster and faster.
Satoru doesn't make it long, he pulls back and sucks in a breath, but the way your throat is reflexively pulsing while Suguru pounds your messy cunt is too fucking good.
"S-sweetheart... m'close...." He goes to pull back when you grip his thigh, nails pressing into the bare muscle where his pants are shoved down, looking all lovingly and pretty up at him.
"She loves swallowing," Suguru says, all proud of you clearly, his cock slamming inside so deep it kisses your cute lil cervix. His long hair falls against your skin as he hovers over you, fingertips trailing down your spine, while Satoru's whimpering. "Go ahead and show him how good you take it. You're such a good girl like this, isn't she?"
"She i-is," Satoru tries to pull back, worried about hurting your throat with the flood of cum about to pour from his pink tip, but you suck harder, lips wrapping so goddamn pretty, he moans your name, head falling forward, gripping your hair till he's pulling at the strands.
You do love to swallow, and Satoru is salty but somehow there's a little sweetness, it coats your mouth as you gulp, shattering around Suguru's length that's curving just write, piercing dragging on your sweet spot just so, till you're a gushing little mess between them.
Suguru's following Satoru, pumping your cunt so damn full it's already trying to spill out with it, white coating your spread wide lips. He leans back to watch, groaning as he slowly fucks it back into you, and Satoru eases out, cupping your face and damn near collapsing on the couch.
"Feel better about the breakup?" You whisper, he moans and gives you a little nod, leaning down as Suguru pulls you up to your knees, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing up your neck.
"Much better," Satoru leans forward and kisses himself off you, blushing. "S'that okay?"
"I just swallowed your cum, you can kiss me," Suguru snorts, but you find it adorable when he kisses you again and again, moaning as Suguru's release pours down your inner thighs, and Satoru's fingers slide down, shoving it back on. He's filthy with it as he licks his own cum off your tongue, and Suguru's lips are just a breath away from Gojo's.
"Could we share her, Sugu? Pretty please?"
"We just did-"
"No like... be my girlfriend too?" He's all pouty and cute, but Suguru scowls, tugging you back, just for Satoru to finger more cum in your sore cunt, his cock already throbbing and hard again. "I said please!"
"No!?"
"You never shared when we were kids, you're selfish!"
They bicker as they fuck you again, until you're so full of both their cum in all three holes that you give up and go to sleep.
*****
we already know when I'm horny I write satosugu filth lol
but not in the loud, demanding sort of way. in the quiet moments. the ones hidden beneath tangled sheets and sleepy mornings, when it felt like you were the only ones in the world.
he gathered you against him before you could drift too far away, an arm draped lazily over your waist as if it belonged there. his thumb traced absent circles through the fabric of your shirt, never still for long. every few moments another kiss found you. your shoulder. your jaw. the corner of your mouth. your forehead. no exact destination in mind, only the simple need to feel you beneath his lips.
and he never really seemed to get tired of it.ย
your warmth. your skin. the familiar weight of you tucked against his chest. it was as if every touch answered a question no one else could hear.
his nose brushed against your ear. another kiss on your warm cheek. then another, softer than the last.
you smiled before you even realized you were doing it.
because somehow after all this time, satoru still loved you like he was afraid love had an expiration date. like if he didnโt pour every ounce of his love into you now, heโd never get another chance.
so he held you a little closer. kissed you one more time. and then another. until he was satisfied enough.
a/n: rlly short bc i dont have any motivation to write after getting accused of using ai :)
i can handle one (1) Eventโข per day. whether it be a phone call, an appointment, trip to the grocery store, play date with a friend, etc. only one, that's it. any more than that and i am Stressed
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the thought settles deep in your chest like a stone, familiar and heavy, as you lie on the silk sheets of the massive bed.
your fingers trace the embroidered patterns on your robeโsome floral design you can't see but can feel beneath your fingertips. the fabric is soft, expensive. everything here is expensive. everything here screams luxury and power and wealth.
but none of it screams love.
you hear nothing from his side of the bed.
the man is so impossibly quiet, it makes your skin prickle with unease. you've been here for three months now. three months as the wife of ryomen sukuna, the king of curses, the most feared ruler in all the lands. and in those three months, he has barely spoken a word to you.
at first, you thought it was a game.
some twisted test of patience. you were clever enough to know that political marriages were rarely about love. you'd been prepared for indifference, for coldness, for a husband who saw you as nothing more than a strategic alliance.
but this? this silent treatment that stretches night after night, this deliberate distance he keeps?
it cuts deeper than you expected.
your hand moves from your robe to your stomach, pressing against the plane of your belly. you're small. you know this. delicate in a way that makes people underestimate you. and blind. gods, the blindness. the one thing that has sent every single suitor running in the opposite direction.
princes would see your face firstโthe one they called ethereal, otherworldly, beautiful in a way that seemed impossibleโand they'd fall to their knees.
they'd whisper sweet words, promises of devotion, declarations of love at first sight. and then you'd speak, and they'd realize your eyes didn't track their movements, didn't meet their gaze. and slowly, painfully, you'd listen to them pull away. hear the hesitation creep into their voices. feel the distance grow until they were gone.
you were used to it.
but sukuna? sukuna had looked at you once, for a single moment, and said yes. the entire empire had been shocked. the king of curses, the ruthless murderer, the emperor who had never shown interest in any woman, accepting a blind bride from a neighboring kingdom? it was scandalous. impossible.
and you'd felt hope.
you hate yourself for that hope now.
because three months of silence have taught you the truth. he doesn't want you. he tolerates you. and honestly? you'd almost prefer cruelty. at least cruelty would be a reaction. at least cruelty would mean he saw you as something worth acknowledging.
but this nothingness? this endless, suffocating nothingness?
it makes you feel like you've already disappeared.
the servants guide you through your days with practiced efficiency. they dress you, feed you, lead you through the palace halls. you've memorized the layout of your chambers, the path to the gardens, the number of steps from your room to the dining hall. you've learned to navigate this world without sight, just as you've always done.
but you can't navigate him.
you don't know where he sits at meals. you don't know if he watches you. you don't know if he even notices when you're in the same room. his presence is a voidโa massive, oppressive absence of warmth that you can feel but never touch.
tonight was bad.
you'd been led to the gardens by a new servant, someone who didn't know your habits. she'd taken you left instead of right, and you'd walked straight into a hedge, thorns scratching your calves before she'd yanked you back with a flurry of apologies.
then you'd almost fallen down a staircaseโthe grand staircase with its uneven stepsโyour foot catching on the edge, your heart lurching into your throat as you'd pitched forward. a guard caught you just in time.
and the whispers.
you can't see their faces, but you can hear their voices. the concubines. the noblewomen. the servants who think you can't hear them.
"the blind empress."
"does he even notice her?"
"i heard he hasn't touched her once."
"what a waste of a pretty face."
"she must be so lonely."
"she must be so pathetic."
you'd smiled through all of it. kept your head high, your shoulders back, your voice steady. you learned long ago that showing weakness only invites more cruelty. so you'd walked through the halls with your practiced grace, your cane tapping against the marble floors, your face serene.
but inside, you were crumbling.
and now, lying in this massive bed, with your hair spread across a silk pillow and the scent of incense curling through the air, you can feel him beside you. he's so close. you know he's sitting up, his back probably against the headboard, his presence a heavy weight in the darkness.
does he ever sleep?
you've never heard him snore. never heard him shift in his sleep. he's so still, so silent, you sometimes wonder if he's even real.
a long, long time passes. the candles burn down. the incense fades. the night wraps around you like a shroud.
and you can't take it anymore.
"ryomen?"
your voice comes out soft, barely above a whisper. you hate how small you sound. how vulnerable. you'd wanted to sound strong, confident, demanding. instead, you sound like a child calling out in the dark.
silence.
you wait. count your heartbeats. one. two. three. four. five.
just when you're certain he's ignoring you, just when the familiar ache of rejection settles into your chest, a voice cuts through the darkness.
"what."
it's gruff. low. a single word that rumbles through the air like distant thunder. and it's the most he's said to you in days.
you swallow. your throat is dry. your fingers twist in the sheets.
"i...i want to ask you something."
more silence. you can feel him staring at you. you can't see it, but you can feel itโthe weight of his gaze, heavy and unreadable.
"ask."
you take a shaky breath. this is it. this is the moment you've been building toward for three months. the question that's been eating you alive, consuming you from the inside out.
"do you hate me?"
the words hang in the air between you. they sound so small. so pathetic. you wish you could take them back, but it's too late. they're out there now, exposed and raw.
"hate you?" his voice is strange. almost...confused?
"because of...because i'm...y'know, blind." the words taste like ash in your mouth. "i know it's...i know i'm not what you expected. i know i'm not the best option. i know i'mโ"
"stop."
the word is sharp, and you flinch. your breath catches in your throat. you brace yourself for anger, for cruelty, for him to finally confirm what you've suspected all along.
but instead of harsh words, you feel movement. the bed shifts. his weight moves closer.
and then, without warning, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls.
you let out a frightened shriek as you're yanked from your position, your body colliding with something solid and warm. your hands fly out, grasping at fabric, at skin, at anything. you're on his lap, straddling his thighs, your chest pressed against his. he's so bigโso impossibly largeโthat you feel like a doll in his arms.
"ryomen!" your voice is high, panicked. "whatโ"
"quiet."
his hand settles on your thigh. it's huge. calloused. rough in a way that sends shivers down your spine. but the touch is gentle. impossibly gentle. he strokes your thigh once, twice, a soothing motion that slowly calms your racing heart.
"you really think," he says slowly, his voice rumbling against your chest, "that i hate you?"
you can't speak. your throat is too tight. you settle for shaking your head against his chest, even though it's a lie.
a low sound escapes himโnot quite a growl, not quite a laugh. his hand slides from your thigh to your chin, tilting your face up. his thumb brushes across your lower lip, feather-light.
"open your eyes."
the command catches you off guard. "what?"
"your eyes. open them."
you blink, confused. your eyes are already open. you can't see anything, but they're open. you tell him as much.
"no." his voice is strange. softer. "i mean...look at me."
"i can't see you."
"i know." his thumb traces your jawline. "but i can see you. and i want to see your eyes. please."
please.
the word catches you off guard. the king of curses, saying please? to you?
you don't move. don't breathe. just let him hold your face in his massive hand, his touch devastatingly tender.
"i don't hate you," he says, and his voice cracks on the words. "gods, woman. i could never hate you."
your heart stutters. "then whyโ"
"because i'm fuckin' terrified."
you blink. "what?"
"do you know what i am?" his hand slides from your face to your hair, fingers threading through the strands. "i'm a killer. i've been killing for centuries. my hands are stained with blood i'll never wash clean. i'm rough, and violent, and i don't know how to be gentle."
"butโ"
"but when i saw you..." he trails off. his fingers tighten in your hair, just barely. "when i saw you, i couldn't breathe. you were so beautiful. so small. so... perfect. and i thought, 'she's too good f'me.' , 'i'll break her.' , 'i'll hurt her.'"
his voice drops to a whisper.
"so i stayed away. because every time i look at you, i want to touch you. and every time i touch you, i'm afraid i'll destroy you."
tears prick at your eyes. you don't understand. you can't understand. this entire time, you thought he hated you. you thought he found you repulsive, broken, worthless.
but he was...
...afraid?
"you don't hate me?" you whisper.
"no." his forehead presses against yours. "i love you. i've loved you since the moment i saw you."
a sob escapes your throat. it's ugly and raw and you can't stop it.
"but you neverโyou never talked to meโ"
"because i didn't trust myself." his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. "because i knew if i started, i wouldn't be able to stop."
"then don't stop."
the words leave your mouth before you can think. they hang in the air, bold and desperate.
"don't stop," you repeat. "please. i don't want you to stop."
sukuna goes still. so still that you wonder if he's stopped breathing.
"you don't know what you're asking."
"i do." you reach up, your fingers finding his face. you trace the planes of his cheeks, the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his lips. "you're my husband. i want you. all of you."
"i'll hurt you."
"i don't care."
"i'll break you."
"i don't care."
his breath hitches. and then, finally, finally, his lips crash against yours.
the kiss is desperate. hungry. it tastes like three months of longing, of confusion, of aching loneliness. his hand fists in your hair, pulling you closer, and you gasp against his mouth. his tongue slides against your lower lip, asking for entry, and you give it willingly.
he tastes like sake and power and something darker. something that makes your toes curl and your heart race.
he pulls back, breathless.
"tell me to stop, and i will."
"don't," you say immediately. "don't stop."
he groans. his hands slide down your back, gripping your hips, and he lays you down on the bed. you fall against the silk sheets, your hair spreading around you like a halo. you can't see him, but you can feel himโhis weight on the bed, his heat surrounding you, his breath ghosting across your skin.
"m'gonna show you," he says, his voice low and rough. "m'gonna kiss every inch of your body. gonna taste you until you scream my name. i want to make you feel so good that you forget every single doubt you've ever had about yourself."
your breath catches. "ryomenโ"
"let me." his lips brush against your neck. "let me show you how much i love you."
you nod, unable to speak.
his hands find the tie of your robe. he undoes it slowly, reverently, like he's unwrapping a gift he's been waiting centuries to open. the fabric falls away, cool air hitting your skin, and you shiver.
"beautiful," he breathes. "so fucking beautiful."
you feel his lips on your collarbone. soft. worshipful. he kisses down your chest, his tongue tracing a path between your breasts. his hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across your nipples, and you gasp.
"sensitive," he murmurs. "good. i'll remember that."
he takes one nipple into his mouth. his tongue circles the peak, slow and deliberate, and you arch into him with a desperate moan. he laves at you, sucking gently, nipping with his teeth until you're writhing beneath him.
"more," you gasp. "pleaseโ"
"patience." his voice is a dark promise. "i haven't even started with ya' yet."
he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention. his hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. you're already wetโembarrassingly wetโand he lets out a low growl when he feels it.
"fuck," he mutters against your skin. "you're soaked. f'me?"
"yes," you whimper. "only you."
he groans. his fingers slide through your folds, collecting your wetness, and you buck into his touch.
"tell me what you want."
"i wantโ" you gasp as his thumb circles your clit. "m'want your mouth."
his laugh is dark and breathless. "demanding little thing, aren't ya'?"
"please," you beg. "ryo, pleaseโ"
"shh." he kisses your stomach. "i'll give ya' what y'want."
he moves down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire. he kisses your hips, your thighs, the inside of your knees. by the time he reaches your core, you're trembling, desperate, aching.
and then his tongue touches you.
you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. he laps at you like a man starved, his tongue sliding through your folds, circling your clit, dipping inside you. he moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.
"taste s'good," he mutters against your skin. "could eat ya' forever."
he sucks your clit into his mouth, and you scream. your hips buck against his face, but he holds you down, his massive hands gripping your thighs. he alternates between sucking and licking, building a rhythm that has you climbing higher and higher.
"that's it," he praises. "let go f'me...lemme taste ya'."
his fingers find your entrance, sliding inside you without warning. two fingers, thick and long, stretching you. he curls them, hitting a spot that makes you see stars, and you shatter.
you come with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you. he doesn't stop. he laps at you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you're sobbing from the intensity.
when you finally come down, he crawls up your body, his lips finding yours. you taste yourself on his tongue, and it's the most intimate thing you've ever experienced.
"m-more," you whisper. "m'want more."
his eyesโyou can feel themโsearch your face.
"are you sure? we can stop. we canโ"
"i'm sure." you reach for him, your fingers finding his chest. "i want you...please."
he hesitates. you feel the tension in his muscles, the restraint he's barely holding onto.
"m'bigger than ya'," he says, matter of factly. "a lot bigger. and i have...i have two dicks, woman. i don't know ifโ"
"i don't care." you pull him closer. "i trust you."
he groans, pressing his forehead against yours.
"if it hurts too much, tell me. and i'll stop."
"okay."
"promise me."
"i promise."
he shifts above you, and you feel something heavy and thick press against your thigh. and then another. two cocks. the thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a thrill through your body.
he aligns himself with your entrance, and you feel the tip pressing against you. he's hugeโso much bigger than his fingersโand you wonder if you can actually take him.
"relax f'me," he murmurs. "breathe."
you inhale deeply, and he pushes in.
just the tip, and you gasp. he's stretching you in a way that's almost unbearable. it hurts. there's a burning sensation, a pressure that's too much and not enough.
"shh," he soothes. "you're doing s'well. so good f'me."
he pushes deeper, inch by agonizing inch. you feel your body struggling to accommodate him, your walls clenching around his length. and thenโ
a sharp pain.
fuck...you forgot.
you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. he stops immediately.
"did i hurt ya'?"
you can't answer. the pain is fading, replaced by a strange fullness. you feel something wet trickle down your thigh. warm. sticky.
blood.
his eyes slowly flicker down, and you can hear his breath stop. he's tense. too tense.
"fuck," he hisses. "you'reโyou're a fuckin' virgin?"
you nod weakly, biting your lip. your heart is pounding fast. loud. "is that...bad?"
"no." his voice is strained. "no, it's not bad. i justโfuckโi didn't know. i would have been more careful, woman."
"you are being careful," you whisper, fingers pressing into his shoulders "keep going."
"you're fuckin' bleeding."
"i don't care. please. i want to feel you." you sniffle. god, the pleasure is making you bold. too fucking bold.
he lets out a shaky breath. "you're going to kill me."
but he pushes deeper, slower this time. gentler. his lips find yours, kissing you softly as he sinks into you. the pain fades, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that makes you moan.
when he's fully sheathed, he stops. lets you adjust. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged.
"y'feel incredible," he breathes. "so tight. so...fuck...perfect."
"move," you beg. "please."
he pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. the friction is delicious, the stretch exquisite. he sets a rhythmโslow, deep, deliberateโeach thrust hitting a spot that makes you see stars.
"ryomen," you gasp. "r-ryoโ"
"i know," he murmurs. "i know, doll. feels s'good, doesn't it?"
"yesโyesโ"
his hand slides down your stomach, pressing against the slight bulge where he's buried inside you. the feeling makes you moan.
"look at that," he says, awe in his voice. "you can feel me, can't ya'? right here."
he presses down, and you feel itโthe outline of him inside you. it's obscene. it's incredible.
"more," you gasp. "harderโ"
"y'sure?"
"yesโpleaseโ"
he obliges. his pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your moans and his grunts.
"gonna come," he warns. "where do you want it?"
"inside," you gasp. "pleaseโi want to feel youโ"
he groans, his hips slamming into yours. and then he's coming, hot and thick, filling you so completely. you feel itโhis release pouring into you, painting your walls, claiming you from the inside. his cum is already trickling down your thigh, oozing out of your cunt.
at the same time, he's stroking his other cock. you feel the wet spurts hit your stomach, warm and sticky.
he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you. his face buries in your neck, and you feel his breath, ragged and uneven.
"i love you," he whispers, gruff. it's funny. you've always thought the word love doesn't exist in his vocabulary. but here he is, saying it over and over again. "i love you so much it terrifies me."
you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.
"i love you too."
a long moment passes. then another. and thenโ
"we're going to do that again."
you laugh, breathless.
"right now?"
"after i clean you up." he kisses your neck. "and then again. and again. and again. until ya' can't walk."
"promise?"
he pulls back, and even though you can't see him, you know he's smirking.
"promise."
you're already half asleep when he pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll disappear. his lips press against your hair, your forehead, your eyelids.
"my wife," he murmurs. "my perfect, beautiful wife."
โหเฟ. sukuna rubbing his cock on your face MDNI
gulps first time in a while writing smut, please donโt hateโฆ
โYouโre doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.โ Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situationโespecially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didnโt care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didnโt even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldnโt admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and youโve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldnโt deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
โEnjoying this?โ You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
โI donโt know, am I?โ He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotisticalโyou tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
โSeems like itโฆโ
Sukuna doesnโt respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
โShh and be a good girl.โ He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldnโt deny that this was the kinkiest shit heโs ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldnโt be into the stuff he was into. Theyโd either decline or think he was weird.
But now that heโs thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk againโmind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowedโlifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone couldโve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene youโd only expect in a feverish dream.
โWho knew you were such a slut for cock.โ He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didnโt feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
โFuck, you're so hot,โ Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your faceโwhich makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
โHey! Whaโฆ What are you doing?โ You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldnโt help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
โYou look pretty with my cock on your face.โ His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. โNow I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.โ
' being loved by satoru gojo ' giggling squealing kicking my feet warnings : idfk fluff , gojo being head over heels for you
taking a break after a long day of training and instructing a bunch of stubborn teenagers, you and shoko were sitting in the staff room---discussing things that gojo has done for you that seemed totally normal.
to you.
"satoru left a mission halfway through one time because i said i missed him." you shrug.
shoko nearly choked on her coffee, "he did what?"
you didn't understand why shoko was reacting. i mean, that was totally normal. ...right?
she places her mug down, eyeing you suspiciously. "how often does he carry your bags?"
"all the time."
"open doors?"
"yeah?"
"buys you things?"
"well, obviously."
every one of your answers to her questions, shoko grew more and more confused. she knew that you two were dating, but she always assumed he didn't really get attached to people. well, not like that at least.
shoko clears her throat, "you know he doesn't do any of that for the rest of us, right?" she lowers her voice. "last week i asked him to pass me a pen and he threw it at my head."
"what?" you gasp---and that's when the flashbacks hit you.
gojo automatically ties your shoelaces even though he knows you're more than capable.
gojo carries you when you're tired.
gojo remembering your coffee order.
gojo giving you his jacket before you can even say that you're cold.
gojo dropping everything when you call.
each memory gets progressively more embarrassing because of your obliviousness. so, after the break with shoko, you went looking for gojo for confirmation.
finding him on the field, watching and instructing yuji and megumi while they train together, you approach him.
"do you really do all those things because you love me?"
gojo blinks, "well hello to you too," he chuckles deeply, turning to face you. "explain, sweetheart."
you huff, "like.. everything! you tie my shoelaces, you buy me things without asking, you carry me when i'm tired---"
"who else would i do it for?"
"...shoko says normal boyfriends don't carry spare hair ties." your lips purse together, turning your face away.
gojo tilts his head to the side, placing his index finger under your chin to guide your face back to his. "normal boyfriends are losers."
okay eat this up before i move onto my rin itoshi mini series
remember please do not copy, steal, rewrite, or put my works into ai. i work hard on all my fics.
Gojo Satoru didnโt believe in just one round during your birthday, no, he was a firm believer of making you have orgasms all day, sometimes not in the most appropriate places.
The day starts with his head in between your thighs, morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a yellow glow over your boyfriendโs white hair. His long, slender fingers grip the skin of your thighs roughly as he dives into your sweet pussy, head rolling back as you moan and whimper above him.
The second time, itโs in the backseat of his car. You want to visit a garden centre on your birthday? Sure, as long as he can bounce you on his cock in a quiet area of the car park afterwards. Youโre far too cock drunk to notice or even care if the car is rocking violently each time he slams you down onto his deliciously thick length.
The third time, two of his fingers are splitting you open in your friendโs bathroom. You shouldโve known that Gojo would try this when you said your friends had invited you round for the afternoon with an open invitation for your boyfriend too.
โSatoru,โ you begin breathlessly, legs involuntarily spreading wider. โSomeone could hear.โ
He presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin playfully. โThen let them. Let them see how well youโre being treated on your special day.โ
You canโt contain your moan as his fingers plunge deeper, reaching that sweet spot that made your legs shake. โYouโve already-mm-treated me twice.โ
โNot enough for me, baby. I wonโt let you sleep until Iโve given you at least six orgasms today.โ
You barely register his words as your eyes roll back, familiar feeling building in your lower stomach as you thrust helplessly against his palm.
The fourth time happens on the couch, right after getting home and unable to even get a word out before Gojo is pushing you down, fingers already straying to your underwear. Somehow, you end up face down ass up, drooling over one of your favourite cushions as Satoru pounds into you again and again, causing the nastiest of moans to spill from your mouth.
The fifth and sixth orgasm happens during the same event, in a fancy restaurant. Apparently, Gojo had no awareness of his surroundings even in one of the most prestigious places possible. He apparently also thinks itโs funny to rub the sole of his shoe over your clothed pussy during dinner until you finish, hands gripping your cutlery in a desperate attempt to look composed. And then to top it all off, he fucks you again in his car, the passenger seat now, one hand firmly wrapped around your neck so you donโt accidentally turn your head and notice how everyone can see the two of you this time.
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