Living with you certainly had its moments. Like when you brought home a stray kitten you found on the street coming back from work, and how he almost had a stroke when he saw the furry in your room, chewing on his shoelace. Or when at 3 am on a weekend you decided that the furniture placements were not pleasing you that much and you needed to rearrange them. He had a migraine the rest of the day.
But Kento still loved you, even when you drove him insane. He even gave up sorcery for you after that terrible incident in Shibuya that almost left him dead. You begged him at the hospital, to drop everything and just move to another place, a quiet place, so both of you could go old together, that no terrible tragedy would take him away from you because you knew you wouldn't be able to live without him.
Now with his arms wrapped around you as you sleep peacefully with your head on his chest, he knows for sure that it was the best thing he did.
This new country side house is quiet and so perfectly cozy, the sounds of crickets and night animals being the only thing reaching his ears now, the constant buzz of the city now long forgotten to him. Kento was finally happy, happy with you in his arms as he always cherished it. Happy to grow old with you, of soon forming a family as he so wished. He even had envisioned it, you and him in the living room and two or three little gremlins with his hair and your eyes driving them insane. And finally this dream made sense to him, a life with you and your kids, a life filled with love and peacefulness.
He smiles at the thought and brings you closer to him, as if it was physically possible, his hands caressing your hair, softly not to disturb you.
Kento's nostrils flare to take in your scent, scent he now can't live without. The soft caressing continues until his eyes grow heavy and he finally succumbs to a sleep next to the woman he loves.
synopse: He took you as his wife against your will after an brief encounter at your village.
words: 1,8k
content: 18+, smut.
Outside the small window of the fancy room of his castle, was the settling summer sun, casting the final lights in an orange and red glow.
It was 16 days now, that you have been forcefully married to him, you counted each long and excruciating day. It felt like a dream sometimes, at how fast your life became this horrible nightmare. And it all started when Sukuna Ryomen laid his red eyes upon you, as you walked through the streets of your village.
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20 days ago
The sun was blazing on the streets, creating a mirage of steam at any surface. You walked with your sister-in-law towards the small fruit tent near your village, your arms intertwined as you laughed and gossiped. The day was favorable to stay near the lake and enjoy the view and the cool wind the forest provides, and that was where you were headed after buying some fruits.
And lost in the gossip and the enjoyable moment you were in, you hadn’t noticed that he was watching you from afar. His red eyes were locked on you the moment you stepped foot on the street, and he was struck by a powerful need to possess you. And that he would do.
You sister-in-law walks further away to engage in a conversation with a friend and you stay behind watching, and unknowingly vulnerable to Sukuna.
You felt a shiver run down your spine, and a dreadful sensation filling your stomach. And with that, you foolishly look behind you, and lock your eyes with the creature himself.
…
No knock, or warning before he enters the shared room and drops down the wooden frame bed, the woods creaking with weight and making you shift.
You can feel his gaze looking at you, ravishing your body with a red gaze, but you still don’t turn, you keep your eyes locked in the window ahead.
“Look at me, woman.” He says in a rough voice, and you know better than to disobey him, so you turn your head slowly toward him, looking at the face you were growing accustomed to.
“Yes, my King?”
“Take off your robe.”
It’s not a request, you can tell, it’s a command, and leaves you no other choice than to obey him again, you do not wish to know his wrath yet. So you look at him for a moment before you slowly untie the robe, letting it roll down your shoulders and into the bed, your naked body exposed to his hungry gaze once again, and only your lower parts covered by the thin grey small clothes.
He reaches a hand and cup one of your breasts, his hand firm and his expression as if he was analyzing precious cargo. You feel one of his thumb brush against your nipple, making it harden. You block an unconscious sound with your lips and close your eyes, as he continues his groping. You should be used by now, to be touched, licked, and fucked by him, it was routine by now, and it’s what’s expected of you by being his wife.
He hums roughly and grabs your breast tighter, and you almost don’t feel it when he brings his pointy teeth and nibbles on your nipple, tasting the flesh. And you cannot hold a sound anymore, a small moan comes out of your lips and you almost shout as he digs his teeth further into your flesh.
His eyes move up, locking in as a sadistic smile turns his lips upwards. He knows it felt good. sand for the first time, he heard you giving in. It was his chance today, to make it pleasurable for both of you.
Sukuna let go of your breast with a pop sound and held your chin close, his nails almost bruising your cheeks.
“You are mine, and only mine. The fool that ever dares to touch you, or even look at you, will be killed.” He says in a dark and low voice, leaving no argument to contradict him.
“Yes, my King.”
A part of you wished to scream and beat everything up when he said that. But another part of you, somewhere deep, rooted on the back of your being, liked it, even aroused. You should be angry for having your life taken abruptly by this creature standing before you, to be made his wife without your approval. But a tiny part of you knew you weren’t, and that part was glad.
Sukuna hands travel to your hips and pull you towards him abruptly, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. One of his hands caresses your left cheek, menacing, his pointy nail penetrating your skin and making a small red line appear on the flesh. Your gaze finds his own, his sharp features almost like a blade ready to tear you apart.
As you slowly lifts your hand to touch the marking on his face, he grabs you and pins you down the bed, his huge frame on top of you and two of his hands holding you in place as the other two hold your hips. You don’t need a crystal ball to know what’s going to happen soon, because it happened everyday since he forcefully married you. Your legs part slowly, you even lift your hips enough to grind on his length tucked in his pants. And that earns a low grunt from him, and a thrust right on that perfect spot, making you shiver and close your eyes.
Sukuna grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks to the side, making the carotid vein of your neck exposed for him to nibble and suck.
“Mine.” He whispers in your ear, making every hair on your body shiver, in fear and in excitement.
“Mmm yes.”
“Yes, what woman? say the words.” He says, tightening even further his grip on your hair.
“Mm, I'm yours.” you whisper back, a single tear leaving your eye. But that doesn’t make him stop, it just makes him more vicious in getting what he needs.
The curse’s hip moves further down, his erect member now fully pressing on your cunt, and you can’t help grind against it again, your underwear becoming each grind more damp, with your wetness, a result of the arousal you were feeling from the action. He closes his eyes and huffs deeply, and in a swift motion he rips your underwear to shreds and discards it to the wooden floor. His thumb rubs circles on your clit, leaving you writing and panting beneath him, the sensation pooling on your stomach.
He parts your drenched folds with two long fingers, and he analyzes you like a starved demon. His red eyes gleaming with intensity as his middle finger gather your slick and he shoves it into his mouth, his eyes closing in delight at the taste of your cunt, and you can feel your entrance clenching at the sight. You desperately need him now just as much as he needs you.
“Fucking perfect, my woman. You are definitely a precious delight.” His deep voice makes you clench again.
“Then why don’t you take me, my King?” The neediness leaving your vocal cords almost makes him push himself into you without a warning. He needs it, he needs the feeling of your wet and tight cunt on him, more than he ever needed. Your scent, your wetness, your face, and your needy voice was making him crazed. Everything about you made him crazy from the moment he laid his eyes upon you. But today it’s different, today he needs to have you like he needs air in his lungs.
Sukuna snaps out of himself and takes his pants out, kicking and throwing it across the room violently. His member is hard, the big vein under it was almost throbbing, and the tip was already leaking. You could only look, wishing for it.
“My King…”
“What is it, princess? You want it? Is that it?”
“…Yes”
“Be the good girl you are and beg for it.”
You close your eyes for a moment and bite your lower lip, you can’t believe yourself when the words leave your lips.
“I want your cock, my King. Please.”
“Say it again.” He says in a ferocious tone, his hand circling your delicate neck.
“Please, I need it.”
“Again.” His tone becomes even rougher and darker, like the beast he is.
“Please I nee-” Your sentence is cut short when you fill his tip, entering you hardly, his thick length stretching your walls violently as he bottoms out inside you. The loud moan comes out of your throat without warning or any way to stop it. You feel full, his cock perfectly inside you.
You feel his big hand tightening around your neck and me begins to move his hips against you, his cock in and out, making you see stars in pleasure. He moans and huffs too, his penetrating eyes locked on your sweaty face. He loves the look you have, of pleasure and guilt. Sukuna hits that stop inside you that makes your toes curl and your lips part, his hands travel to your thighs and lift them to your chest, giving him better access to you, and a way to go even deeper with his big shaft.
And you were so close, so close, your stomach felt tight, your walls were clenching, but he stopped. He stops and groan loudly the same moment you feel his warmth spreading inside you, Sukuna already came, and pulls away from you, his back hitting the bed in a loud thud.
You pant, furious and defeated. You run your hand over your head, still on edge from the almost orgasm you thought you were finally receiving. You look to your left as Sukuna stands up and walks away from you, already ordering around the servants to prepare him a bath. You just look at him, his broad back and the markings on his skin. Frustrated, agitated and even enraged. You need him just as much as you wish he disappeared and it suffocated you.
“Clean yourself up. I don’t want that mess in my bed when I come back, woman.” He doesn’t even turn to look at you as he speaks. His cold and indifferent demeanor returned the moment he emptied himself on you. You shouldn’t be surprised by now, this is how it was for sixteen days. And you doubt it will change soon. So you sit up in bed, and stare at the same window you were before he entered the room and used to. The light of the day was completely gone. Just the moon, the stars and your unbridled thoughts. But you’re not satisfied. You want more of him. You were his wife right? His Queen. So you decide that, no matter what, you will make him see you as an equaivalent. No matter what it takes.
It was a common Saturday night, just you and Sevika, lying in bed, with her arm holding you close to her, and the other one lying on the wall, waiting to be picked up again for the next mission in the morning.
You were awake for a while now, but still kept unmoving, as any small movement would wake her up, and you wanted to savor this moment, the closeness that often came with her tiredness. In the daytime she had a reputation to maintain, of course, she couldn’t hold you like this in front of a bunch of men. But now, alone in your apartment, she could hold you close like this, and so close you were feeling her breath tickling the tiny hairs on your neck, and hear the light snore coming from her beautiful lips. At this moment everything was perfect.
Sevika’s arm tightens around your wait, pulling you closer to her chest, and you just let her do it. The feeling of her strong arm holding you, her lips mere centimeters away from your neck, her chest pressed into your back, it just felt right. So contently you fell asleep in her arms again, you were her queen just as she was yours. And you loved her more than anything. And when morning comes, you won’t be sad the closeness and clinginess is gone, cause you know late at night she’ll pull you to her lap and pamper you just the way she knows you love.
Synopsis: Your families arranged for you to marry each other and boost their companies, they just didn't know you were declared enemies since childhood. Now you're living on the same roof and sharing a bed, you still have to keep up appearances for your parents so they won't suspect that you hate each other. But now after months together, you begin to feel desire for him, and you hate the thoughts that are now invading your head.
Words: 1,8k
Content: female reader, enemies to lovers, oblivious to love trope, arranged marriage, 18+.
part 1 here
part 2 here.
You stayed away from the apartment the whole day, the image of what you had done replaying on your mind like a stuck vinyl. Nothing pushed the taste of his lips away. Or the feeling of his hands bruising your hips. How you were the one who did it first. You sit on the bench near the park, stunned at your own actions, how could you have done that after saying you hated his guts? But God, how good it was, to feel his hands and his lips and the warmth of them. You could feel the slight ache from how hard he grabbed your hips.
Some part of you wanted to go back and finish what you started, but the still coherent part couldn't even move, you were embarrassed, feeling pathetic, angry. And all to yourself.
The sky was shining is the brightest and warmest rays, burning your skin in shades of red, but you couldn’t move, the dreadful feeling inside you were so intense, that all you wanted was to scratch a hole on the ground and crawl into it, and spend the rest of your days rotting. The idea of going back to that apartment you shared and facing him was… excruciating. You have sworn you would hate him forever, with all your might. So why did you kiss him like you wanted to feast on his soul?
The buzz on your phone broke your unstoppable thoughts for a while and made you read the message in an unsaved number so you knew very well who it was. “I am waiting for you, at home. We need to talk.” With a sigh you block your phone again and run a hand over your face, the sweat already accumulated from the hot day of summer. You couldn’t keep hiding forever, you have to face him someday… And if you could choose you would only meet him again in maybe 50 years from the amount of embarrassment you were feeling.
The streets were rather empty for a friday, but besides it was the heat keeping the people tucked inside their houses, above their fans and while you walked back towards your apartment you started to dwell again. What if he hates you more? If now it was the final reason and he would send you away and annul the wedding? A part of you wanted it but the growing part of you, the part that needed him desperately was dreading that thought.
It was common knowledge you two never got along, ever since you were small children you would bicker and throw insults, and that never changed as you grew older. And now after this arranged marriage you thought it would only get worse, you wanted to get worse. To hate him as you thought he hated you. But now you weren’t so sure about it. After the kiss, you were starting to come to your senses for the fact that you actually liked him… and that frightened you.
“Where were you? Why did you run away like that?” The first thing he says as you enter the apartment, Satoru was waiting impatiently for you by the front door. Walking back and forth and replaying that kiss in his mind.
You don’t reply to him at first, too overwhelmed by his presence to think of anything.
“I was… Taking a walk.”
“It’s 96 degrees outside, are you trying to get an insolation, or were you just running from me?” Satoru asks in a cocky tone, like he knew exactly why you ran, and that amused him.
You ran a hand over your forehead and wiped some sweat and looked at him with a pleading look, hoping he would drop the subject and continue with life as if nothing happened earlier. But that would be too good to be true because he says next.
“Look, I just want to talk about ‘that’. Why? Because until earlier I thought you wanted me dead. Last night I tried to convince you to let me be in your life and you practically shoved me aside. Now you kiss me?” He walks around, still shirtless for your misfortune… Or fortune, it is a pretty toned body, you thought. But then you quickly shook your head and sighed, trying to think of an answer.
“I wasn’t thinking, okay? I… I just wasn’t thinking…”
“It’s the first thought of being with me that dreadful to you?” Satoru used a sad tone, that at first you thought it’s mocking until you looked at him again.
“Maybe… Yes. We were supposed to hate each other, as until yesterday I thought we did, but after you practically begged me to let you in my life, I don't know anymore.” You paced around the living room, not wanting to look at him as you let the words out. “I made a mistake, okay? I’m sorry I shouldn't have kissed you, I wasn’t thinking.”
Satoru looked at you with gritted teeth, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you pacing around. “Wasn’t thinking? It felt like a well thought out act, by the way you did it. I don’t know why you hate me so much that the thought of returning my feelings makes you want to rip your own skin but…” What? You stopped mid pacing and looked at him with parted lips and a shocked expression. Did you hear him right? Did he just say ‘Returning my feelings’?. “What?” You ask, in a barely audible voice.
“What, what?” Satoru looks even more confused than you now.
“You said ‘Return your feelings’. You… You like me?” You asked incredulously.
“Did the conversation we had before bed ring any bells?” He scoffs.
You let your mouth hang open as you remembered yesterday's talk when you two were trying to sleep. And then everything made sense. You thought he was just pushing your buttons, you thought he still hates you just as you hated him (in theory).
“Since when?”
He sighed and walked towards you slowly “Ever since the first time I saw you. In that yellow dress with pink dots, your hair in a cute braid, I had to focus myself not to take it in my hands and play with it. I have liked you ever since that day.” He stops in front of you, brushing a strand of your hair beside your ear softly. “You captivated me ever since day one, with your bossy attitude, always telling me to do this and that, fighting me when I refused to do what you told me to.”
“I don’t get it, Satoru. Why did you pretend to hate me all this time? Why didn’t you say anything?” You ask. This can’t be true right? He likes you all this time? Even before your arranged marriage? You couldn’t wrap your mind around that, he had fought you, cursed back at you, and claimed to hate you as much as you did.
“My family has always been interested in your family business, I knew that once they put their hands on your fathers company, it would be over for your family. They’re too greedy, and I've seen what they’ve done to other companies . I couldn’t let this happen to you. And when I overheard one of their conversations, I knew what to do, to push you away so you would hate me, and eventually push your parents away from mine. And that worked until… eight months ago…” He trailed off, playing with your hair as he looked at your shoulder apparently lost in his thoughts.
Your family and Satoru’s were closed, even before you were born, you grew up with him, always in family dinners on his fancy house, until he began to pick on you, making jokes and annoying the hell out of you, so you complained to your father and soon your weren’t around him anymore. The relation between his family and yours grew colder as well, until last year when his father proposed yours for the idea of an arranged marriage to conjoin their companies and improve their sales. And that was exactly what happened. You and Satoru have been married for a few months now, at first this was your worst nightmare . You thought he would keep picking on you and playing his stupid tricks like he used to when you were younger. But that wasn’t what happened, he was respectful of you, of your space and never pushed you like he had done multiple times before. You still thought he disliked you, but were trying to be civil now, until today.
You looked at his eyes, his bright blue eyes that felt like he could see your soul, the same pair of eyes you started to grow mesmerized by. You touched his hand in your hair and dragged it to your cheek. Satoru squeezed your hand in his and leaned even closer to you.
You closed your eyes, his touch warming your heart even more, all you’ve been needing was his touch, even if you denied yourself, but having his skin against yours made you warm on the inside. “You’re so beautiful, brat.” He muttered close to your ear, his warm breath caressing your skin. You opened your eyes again and looked at him, a soft smile creeping in the corner of your lips.
Satoru smiled back at you, his eyes full of affection. He leaned in towards you, cupping both your cheeks and pressed his lips against hers in a soft, tender kiss. Your hand traveled to hold his neck and bring him closer, your chests now pressed together. Satoru hands moved to your waist, relishing the feel of your skin under his fingertips. His lips moved against your slowly, savoring the taste of you. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips and seeking entrance. You opened your lips and intertwined your tongue with his, moaning softly at the feeling. His hands roamed around your body, feeling your curves. The kiss grew more heated and passionate with each passing second. You felt like you could die right now, this is heaven, you thought. It wasn’t like the earlier kiss, no. It was so much better, no guilt, no trepidation… It was only affection and desire, and you knew he felt it too, by the way his hands traveled to grab your ass. You couldn’t help smirk as he kissed you. Maybe liking him back wasn’t so bad, maybe loving him was what you were supposed to do ever since that day he saw you in your yellow dress. And God, you wish you realized it sooner.
Synopsis: Your families arranged for you to marry each other and boost their companies, they just didn't know you were declared enemies since childhood. Now you're living on the same roof and sharing a bed, you still have to keep up appearances for your parents so they won't suspect that you hate each other. But now after months together, you begin to feel desire for him, and you hate the thoughts that are now invading your head.
Words: 1,4k
Content: female reader, enemies to lovers, oblivious to love trope, arranged marriage, 18+.
Part 1 here.
part 2
part 3 here
The first sound you heard once you woke up was the alarm that felt like bombs in your dream, invading it and making you stir up.
You slowly opened your eyes once you felt an arm wrapped around you, and that made you freeze. You turned your gaze slowly and saw his arms wrapped around your midriff, pressing you tightly against him. You just stared at the veins in his arms as you thought to yourself if you were still dreaming or if this was purgatory. You had cooled down from last night and now with no trace of lust in your body you could think straight… right? You thought maybe those imaginations and needs from last night had vanished and you were normal again, ready for another day to despise him. But god, why was being pressed like this to his chest felt so good? You bit your lip in annoyance to yourself and quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Not again, you thought, untangling his arm from you and steadily leaving your position in bed. You cursed at the fact that you had no other choice but to sleep together as the other rooms were occupied with the change.
Once you were on your feet again, you looked at him and contemplated his face. He was pretty, there was no way to deny it, and hot too… and had a perfect back… strong veiny arms… NO! you shook your head and reminded yourself that he was a cocky prick who annoyed you just by existing. You huffed and went to the bathroom, looking at the door and resting your head on the cold tiles. You felt like banging your head until your senses were back. After so many years hating each other and not even being able to be in the same room as him, why now you were feeling like this?
You washed your face with cold water and stared at your reflection on the mirror, sure you looked like shit today, bags under your eyes and a permanent frown on your forehead, that you had ever since this marriage started.
You turned to finally leave the bathroom when you opened the door and he was there, staring at you in front of the door.
You screamed and kicked in reflex.
He groaned and looked at you with an annoyed look. “What's wrong with you?” He rubbed his knee in the spot your feet made contact.
“Why were you standing there like a goddamn soul?” You said disbelieved and with your hand above your heart, as it bangs against your sternum like it would explode any time.
“I was waiting for you to get out, now move.” He shoved you aside and entered the bathroom, not even closing the door as he took his dick out in front of you like it was nothing.
You turned your face so quickly that some bones in your neck cracked. Has he no shame? You huffed and stormed out, taking you clothes to get dressed in some other room. God, he was infuriating, you thought, you were burning with anger and desire. Anger from his carefree attitude and desire because, well, you saw his magic stick. But anger again because you were feeling desire about him almost shamelessly. You got dressed and slapped both your cheeks to send the desire away, but it was becoming harder and harder not to just push him against the wall and eat him up.
You look at him once you leave the other room, now dressed in your everyday clothes while he is… still with only pajama pants, his torso exposed and showing those muscles and toned body that made your mouth water.
He noticed you staring and raised his brow, you had this look on your face like you wanted to eat him up but he couldn’t tell if it was sexually or in a murderous way. Probably a murderous way he thought to himself, and chuckled about it. He decided to drive her further into madness and pressed her. “Liked what you saw just now, princess?”.
You look at him frowning and answer, your voice dripping with venom. “And was there anything to like about? Barely saw it, so hidden away.” You couldn’t let him know that you indeed liked what you saw, and how much you have.
He just smirked and dropped his body into the bed again, falling in his chest and face and letting his back in view, so you looked at it… you analyzed every part of it, from the back of his neck to the beginning of his ass. You could practically feel how soft it was, and how the muscles would feel under your hands. It was harder and harder. You hated him, wanted him to disappear even, but god, why did he have to be so fucking hot?
He turned his neck to face you, his features soft and heavy with sleep, his beautiful bright blue eyes staring at you so lazily you just wanted to eat it.
Satoru stood up and looked at you again, crossing his arms and frowning at you. And the way he crossed his arms made his chest puff and burst between the forearms that were pressed against it. And you shamelessly stared at it, the hairs on his chest, and in the triangle that traveled to his cock, and looked even at his nipples. You wanted it to be tattooed in your mind, this sexy view that made your legs throb with need.
So you walked to him.
And he looked at you like he was expecting a punch.
But you didn’t. You didn't punch.
You walked. You weren’t thinking anymore, his face, his body, his goddamn smirk, burned in your mind spoke louder. So you walked until you were pressed against him and crashed your lips against his so hard you could feel his teeth.
His hands wrapped around your waist so tightly it would leave bruises, and he moved his lips against yours in a hungry dance. Satoru wanted to merge in you, to become one, he needed that. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to push and intertwine against yours, you moaned at the feeling and clutched his white locks with your fist, pulling him and biting his lower lips like you’ve been starved for your entire life and only now found your meal.
You opened your eyes and broke the kiss, you pushed him aside and looked at him with wide eyes and parted lips. He looked at you with confused eyes, his lips still glistering with your fluids. His hand was still hanging in the air on the level it was resting on your waist. You pushed him again and stormed out of the room, banging the door shut as you left. You wanted to scream, what the fuck did you just do? And why did he give in? You were supposed to hate each other, to despise each other. You were certain you did, that he was your enemy despite being your husband. And now you don’t know what to do, this wasn’t on the plan. You weren’t planning on giving in, especially so soon. You ran your palm on your face and left the apartment. So weak, you thought, how could you look at him again after this?
Synopsis: Your families arranged for you to marry each other and boost their companies, they just didn't know you were declared enemies since childhood. Now you're living on the same roof and sharing a bed, you still have to keep up appearances for your parents so they won't suspect that you hate each other. But now after months together, you begin to feel desire for him, and you hate the thoughts that are now invading your head.
Words: 1,3 k
Content: female reader, enemies to lovers, oblivous to love trope, arranged marriage.
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
part 3 here
You were arranged in a marriage with a soon to be CEO, Gojo Satoru, who also happened to be your childhood enemy. It has been months and you were still trying to settle in his presence, he was everywhere you go, he knew everyone you knew, and besides, you have to share a bed. so your plans to pretend he didn't exist in your life were long ago tossed aside.
And now you found yourself with your back to each other trying to ignore his excessive talking.
Everyday before you could even try to sleep, he would ramble about the most obnoxious things, he knew you got irritated every time, that's why started doing it religiously. Today was no different, the minute you went to your room, he followed, and started his monologues. Until they stopped, you thought he finally gave up and slept.
“When are you planning to finally let me in?” he whispered in an annoyed tone. You didn't bother to answer, closing your eyes shut as a communication you don't want to talk to him. You felt the weight of the mattress shift and his hot breath in the back of your neck.
“What do you mean?” you let on in a false tired tone, still not facing him.
“Oh y/n. Don't play innocent with me. You know exactly what I mean. but if you want to deny the pleasure of my presence, then who am I to say otherwise?” he whispered in your ear in a condescending tone. You finally turn to face him.
As you face him, you see a smug smile on his face, his eyes sparkling false playfulness. You could feel your cheeks burning hot, be it by anger, or something else.
“Look who finally decided to face me! couldn't hold yourself longer huh? admit y/n you just can't hold yourself any longer” he said as he grabbed your chin without much tenderness. “i can see it in your eyes, that fucking desire” he spat the last words letting go of your face.
“There is nothing to deny. I have my reason to not want anything to do with you”
Gojo smirks got even wider as he said, leaning closer to you, his voice lower and seductively in your ear. “I do love a challenge, I'll make you surrender to me. I know you want me just as much as I want you.”
“Want me?” you lower your voice to match his. “I thought we shared the same hatred, why this neediness all of a sudden?” a mocking tone leaving your lips.
Gojo doesn't say anything for a moment, his eyes burning holes in your face. You see a hint of vulnerability in him quickly dismissed by his natural arrogance.
“Neediness? I think you misunderstood. I simply want what is mine.” you raise an eyebrow at him. “The difference between us is that I don't deny that I want you.”
“Is that all you want from me?” you try to contain yourself, but the words escape faster than your conscience.
“No. I want so much more. I want all of you. your mind, your body, your soul. I want to possess you.” Gojo leans over to get on top of you, leaving you nowhere to go, and nowhere to look besides his gorgeous face. “ I want to know you better, your likes and dislikes, your dreams and how I can help to fulfill them. I need you not just carnally but-”
before he can finish you crash your lips together, if it's in a way to shut him up or feel him.
He returned the kiss as eager as you, until you separated your lips, returning to your initial position with your back to him.
“What? What are you doing?”He asked, genuinely surprised.
“Preparing myself to sleep you should do that too.” you said, trying to suppress a smile as you hid your face on the pillow.
“I can't sleep now with the tent set up!”
“You can always use your hand. Good night.” you finally closed your eyes hoping the sleep would come faster despite the stir of feelings inside you.
You felt Gojo adjusting himself on the bed, despite his frustration you couldn't help but let your lips form a smile. You wouldn’t give yourself so easily, no matter how much you wanted, and you wanted so much you could feel it in your stomach, that pit turning and aching to be wrapped around him. You still hated him… maybe… maybe it was just indifference now, right? Otherwise why would you want him so badly inside you like you do? Maybe it’s just the heat of the moment that just happened. Or maybe it’s his shirtless frame lying beside you… his toned back so perfectly you could see his muscles, his shoulders so broad that it made you feel a tingle…
You shake the thoughts away, blinking and sighing, focusing to clear your mind and finally sleep. But you couldn’t, you just couldn’t stop to imagine how he looked without his pants… and without his boxers too.
You groan in frustration and turn around in bed, pressing the pillow hardly against your head.
“What now?” He mutters beside you, still in his position with his back to you.
“Nothing. Go to sleep.”
He huffs and closes his eyes again, frustrated with you. His hardness hadn’t diminished yet, and he was still hurting hot and fighting the urges to just flip you and enter your wetness. But he fought the horniness on his mind, instead thinking of thoughts of his father that made his skin crawl and his organs twist in disgust, just so he could sleep peacefully and without a boner staining his pants. But then he hears you sigh and turn on you back again, and the soft sound leaving your lips only makes his hardness increase.
“Can’t you stay quiet? Sleep in silence? huh?” He mutters frustrated, more with himself than with you.
You huff again and press your legs tighter together, trying to stop the wetness on your panties. You look at him and lean to support your body weight with your elbow.
He senses you moving again, and gives you a side eye.
“What’s your problem now?” You ask, sensing his frustration and impatience.
“You.”
“Me? What did I do now?” You feel your own frustration rising.
“You can’t stop moving, and leaving soft sounds in your mouth, it’s driving me insane!”
You just look at him with parted lips, all you want now is to sit on his lap and ride him until your lungs and legs break. But instead you sit straight and run your palm over your face. You’re frustrated with yourself and the feelings swirling inside you. You never had felt like this to anyone else, and why did you have to feel like this for him?
You look sheepishly to him, admiring his strong arms and cursing yourself for it. You reach a hand to his arm and caress it softly. You feel him tense and look at you with wide eyes, and you realize what you just did. You retrieve your hand from him and mutter an apology but before you can but you hand back in your laps he takes it, and places it on his arm again.
“Keep doing that.” he mutters and closes his eyes.
So you keep rubbing his arm while you make yourself comfortable in bed again. The soothing of his skin makes your fire rise even further, but you try to brush it away. It’s too early to give in. And besides, you wouldn’t be the first to give in to these feelings.
You keep rubbing his arms soothingly and close your eyes, your face almost completely pressed against his toned back, your hot breathing warming his skin. And you swear you could stay like this forever, just pressed against his back and feeling his warmth, you hated the fact that you wanted him, and hated the fact that you hated it. You sigh and close your eyes again, you know that you won’t be able to push the thoughts away, that you can’t keep pretending to hate him forever, but still… you still have to keep the facade, you won’t give in to lust just yet.
Synopsis: You and your husband take a well deserved vacation to Malaysia, part 2. the part 1 here
Words: 697
Content: fluff, female reader.
As the sun began to settle and the sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, you decided to pack up and get back to the small hotel house you were staying in. Kento intertwined his long fingers in your smaller one and led the way towards the house.
He glanced over you every now and then, drinking in your features again, he thought to himself that he was being subtle, but proved it wrong when he caught you with a light smirk in your pretty lips. He quickly looked away and cleaned his throat, his hand unconsciously tightening around yours.
You stayed quiet after the small chuckle that left your lips.
The walk towards the hotel house was quiet but not uncomfortable, being in each other's presence was enough for both of you, and sometimes no words needed to be shared to show how much you cared and loved each other.
“You look beautiful in dusk lights, my love” He says with a soft smile while he looks at you with dreamy eyes.
You smile in return and look away, a light brush spread on your cheeks and you try to cover it with your free hand. Kento chuckles and brushes your hand away. “I can’t have you hiding your face like this, I need to see you.” He caress you palm with his fingers in a soft and tender manner.
The rest of the walk back is soothing, having him by your side always made you calm. Once inside the hotel you quickly undressed into the sandy and salty wet bikini and entered the shower, the cascade of water rinsing and relaxing you even further.
Kento gave you a look before joining you, he wrapped his strong arms around your wet frame and nuzzled his face on you neck, inhaling your scent deeply. You could already feel him behind you, and you chuckled softly at it.
You turned around to face him under the shower water, you held his face carefully and slowly brought his face down to meet yours, letting your lips crash and move softly against each other in a loving embrace, he deepened the kiss by holding you chin and sliding his tongue to dance with yours. Every kiss felt like the first, the feeling still building into your womb, like thousands of butterflies battling their wings inside you.
He let his hand wander around your wet body, feeling the softness of your skin in his rough fingertips, feelings the curve of your hips and the warmth of your lower back.
He broke the kiss with a final peck and rested his forehead against yours, Kento pressed you against him even further, you breasts pressed so hardly against his chest it became almost anching, but in that moment that didn’t matter, all you wanted was to be pressed on him, to be one with him.
“Sometimes i wish i could skinny dipping inside your mind just so i could be there all the time” You said in a rush of feelings overwhelming you.
“And why do you think you’re not already there?” He said in a soft tone while he looked so deeply into your eyes. “You’re constantly in my mind, in my every thought, you linger there no matter the time or place. You are all i can think about, when i wake up, when i get ready for work, when i do the most mundane stuff, when i come home and hug you, i think of you even when we’re already together. I live for you.” When he finished he let out a sigh, still resting his forehead against your. You stopped breathing around the middle of his monologue, your mind hazy and filled with such intensity that all you could do was to kiss him again. And you kissed him so hard you could feel his teeth behind his lips, you opened you mouth and began to move unconsciously, letting your tongue intertwine against him while leaving soft moan of pleasure. Love was seeping out of the kiss, you loved him deeply. So deeply that you thought that you no longer could live if he wasn’t in it.
Synopsis: You and your husband take a well deserved vacation to Malaysia.
Part 2 here.
Words: 694.
Contents: Fluff, female reader.
You and your husband took a very well deserved vacation to Malaysia. You were currently on the sunny beach sitting together and chatting peacefully while drinking. Kento was talking about retiring from sorcery and spending his days like this, next to you on a beautiful beach and no worries anymore. You sip the alcoholic drink and look at him through the sunglasses. Kento gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer against his side. He sipped his drink and gazed out at the blue waves lapping at the shore, the sound soothing and relaxing. He glanced over at you, a soft smile on his face as he looked your features behind the sunglasses
“It would be nice, I have to admit.”
Kento chuckled softly, his fingers idly tracing lazy patterns on your waist. He set his drink down on the table nearby, shifting his body to face you more directly.
"It would be more than nice. It'd be perfect, don't you think?"
You turn your head to look at the waves and admire the perfect weather and the bright blue sky. It felt like a dream.
“ it would…” you whisper in an almost dreamy voice, it had been your dream to move here with him ever since you landed on the airport.
Kento followed your gaze out towards the sea, the sunlight casting a warm glow on his features. His gaze returned to you as his fingers continued to gently trace forms on your waist.
"This... this right here, this is what I want. Just us, away from all the chaos and responsibility."
He leaned his head against yours, a soft sigh escaping his lips before he gently pressed a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder. "No sorcery, no cursed spirits, just us living a normal, peaceful life. Just us... This is all I need."
You smile softly at his words. It is indeed a peaceful life you’ve been dreaming for years. away from the chaos and the inevitable death of being a sorcerer.
“I need it too, it’s all I want right now, spend the rest of my days with you on this beach…”
His eyes softened as he heard the earnestness in your voice, and he smiled brightly to you. He knew life as a sorcerer was a troubled and painful one, how much you've given and sacrificed for the sake of the world. His grip around your waist tightened subconsciously.
"Then that's what we'll do," he murmured, his voice low and filled with warmth. "We'll retire and spend every waking moment right here, just the two of us enjoying the sun and each other's company." He reached your warm cheeks and held it in his larger hands, he traced with his eyes every feature of your face, your eyes behind the sunglasses, your beautiful nose, your lips that he loved to kiss so much… He couldn’t stop staring at you, you were his muse, he loved and worshiped you so much that sometimes he’d get himself thinking that if you ever wanted him to jump off a building he would simply ask “how high?”.
You gently rest your forehead against his to feel the moment. Of your connection towards each other. You think of how you don’t wanna ever lose him, of how much this man pressed against you means more to you than anything else.
Kento closed his eyes, relishing the proximity and tenderness of the moment. He reached up, his fingers gently tracing along your cheek, his touch light and reverent. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before resting his forehead against yours again and speaking in a low and tender voice.
"You're my home, you know that? Wherever we go, as long as I have you, nothing else matters.” He softly presses a kiss on your lips filled with love and unspoken promises. Promises of a new life for you two, one that won’t involve death and sorcery anymore. A promise that he will always return home untouched to you, that no curse, no matter how strong, will ever take him from you.
synopsis: you call your boyfriend one day hoping to discuss an unexpected announcement. things take a different turn, leading to a night of burning desire you have for each other.
Toji was leaning against the wall of your living room with his arms crossed and an arched brow. you had called him earlier to discuss the result of a sexy accident you had about seven weeks ago.
he was staring at you waiting for you to finally talk about what you so desperately needed. but your vocal cords just couldn't form the exact sound of the words, leaving the both of you in a matching contest.
“so? d'ya call for us to stare at each other? If that's it woman I'm leaving, I've got things to do ya know.”
“yeah, I know, I'm gathering courage here”
toji raised his eyebrow again, his gaze fixed on you as you fidget with your nails.
“what's there to talk about? spit it out” he leaned closer to you. “look if you killed someone, relax, I've got some contacts, I can just call him and dump it away, easy.”
“killed someone, why do you always jump to that conclusion first? jesus.” You sighed while pacing around the house, looking for things to do, as I'd it would give you the guts to tell him.
“so? don't keep me waiting, babe”
you take a deep breath, finally the courage you needed graced you in a momentarily panic as you spoke. “toji, I… I'm pregnant. I found out last week” you look down, nervously fixing your attire. “I called because I thought you should know”
his eyes widened in surprise, his confidence disapring for a while. “pregnant? are you fuckin’ serious?” he walks to the couch and drops down sitting with all his weight, passing his fingers through his hair.
“shit, I wasn't expecting this.”
“oh believe me neither.” you said walking to stand in front of him
“fuck, maybe that's a good thing, you know.” he smirks, his gaze shifting to your body, and then your face.
you otherwise can't bring yourself to smile, still shocked enough for any other reaction.
toji smirks fades, with a more serious expression as he gets up, lowering his voice as he says “being real, I know it's a fucked up situation, but we both know what we were getting into. and we both know I'm not really the type that settles down.” he caresses your arm with a finger. “but hey, if you want to keep it, I won't run away. we'll figure out what to do, how to raise the thing properly. who knows?” his fingers now gently caressing your cheek. “ I know I'm not the fatherly type, but I'll try my best, ‘kay?”
“I knew that already, you're manwhore” you said leaning on his hands
toji smirks once more, his eyes glinting with some amusement.
“ouch, as if you're not head over heels for this manwhore you brought to your house everyday for the past, what? six months?” his fingers begin tracing lines on your exposed neck. “that doesn't mean we can't have some fun, right? you're looking especially hot today” he trails kisses on your jawline, his aura becoming mischievous incredibly fast. toji stares you down with an expectant look on his face “so, Y/n, what do you say?”
“Is that all you can think about?” you whisper smiling as his soft kisses trail your face and down your neck.
toji chuckles, his voice filled with desire. “what can I say? I'm a man who knows what he wants. and right now I to want you.” he pushes your hair away as he begins to kiss the other side of your neck, sensually sliding your blouse away.
“tell me what you want, y/n.”
“I want you” you respond with even more desire.
“then me you shall receive.” he grunts while picking you up bridal style to take you to your room, drooping you slowly in bed. his kisses begin to be more frenetic on your lips as he lay on top of you.
“fuck I need to taste you, every inch of you, I need your skin against mine.”
he spreads your legs apart, kissing the inside of your thighs, even biting it lightly. In a final kiss to your tights he bites your light shorts off. leaving you almost breathless with such animosity.
your hands now on his hair forcing him to make contact with your clothed intimacy. toji pushes your panties aside just to take a look at your wet folds, pressing his tongue softly before completely ripping it off of you.
“take off your bra.” he commands. “I wanna see them.”
you take them off,now even wetter with his commanding tone, already feeling your insides stir at the grave of his voice.
toji squeezes your left breast before launching his lips on the other, biting your nipple, then sucking it eagerly.
that alone left you a moaning mess, your hiding already bucking on him for friction for your needy cunt, that just couldn't stop juicing around his pants.
his eyes lock with yours, darkened by lust. He let go of your tit with a pop going straight to your heat. he licks his marked lips before planting a kiss on your folds.
“a- ah, TJ, please.” your guide his head even further your cunt, feeling his nose right above your sensitive clit. His lips curl into a wicked smile. “mm, eager, aren't we?” his hot breath against you drives you insane for him. “ don't worry y/n I'll give you just what you want” his tongue teasingly flicking against your entrance. “you taste so good, babe.”
his voice is husky and with such desire as he continues to use his tongue on your heat, no pushing one finger on you expertly finding that right spot that makes you explode in pleasure.
the air filled with the sound of your wetness and his names you mean, pleasing his ears and making him as hard as he ever was.
you begin to bucke even harder on his face. the man eyes filled with satisfaction as he feels you, your moans of pleasure as music to him, that just seems to get louder on each movement of his fingers.
toji adds the second fingers leaving you in a messy state already feeling that knot on your insides ready to release.
toji breath hitches as he feels your wall getting tighter, your fluids all over his mouth sending shivers down his spine. he needed you just as much as you needed him.
his free hand finds your ass lifting you up just a bit.
“i-I'm almost there.” you whine to him.
he picks up the pace, his large fingers doing wonders on your insides, his touch skilled and relentless. In a bliss you feel yourself releasing your juices on his face, creaming around his fingers, your core tightening around him as you reach your peak.
toji eyes widen with delight as he feels your body tremble and collapse on pleasure,your essence all over him. he continues with soft movements prolonging your orgasm fro both your highs. “you're so good to me.” he whispers finally releasing you and plating light kisses on your exposed sensitive cunt.
you pull him by the collar, crashing your tongues together, tasting your own essence as you kisses him in furious passion.
“I'm not done with ya yet. there's so much more I gotta give you.” hspeaks between kisses.
“I need you inside me so bad.” you practically whine to him.
the man's eyes darker even more as he hears your plea, his own need for you growing stronger with every sound you make.
“y/n, you have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now”
he positions himself between your legs, his voice harsh and lustful. “I'll give you what you want, I'll fill you up so much.”
he slowly enters you, feeling your tightness enveloping him, and almost making him cum right away.
“you feel so fucking good, y/n. so wet and tight for me.”
he starts to move, his thrusts deep and sensual.
“you're too big”, you whine, putting your hand on his chest.
he gives you a sided smile, his confidence busting inside him, as he continues to thrust into you.
“yeah, feel how I stretch you completely.” he picks the pace going faster, his tip hitting that right spot. “but you can take all of me can't you? You're such a good girl to me, taking all my size.” his voice filled with pleasure.
he increases his pace even further, driving you crazier with each hard thrust.
“you're mine, y/n." he groans.
“yeah, I'm all your, toji, fuck me harder, please” you beg to him
he hears your plea, as his thrust destroys every inch of you, leving you moaning his name and creaming around his fat member. each movement drives you closer to the edge.
“you feel so good around me, babe. cum for me”
toji's smile becomes wider as he feels your inside tightening around him, knowing you're on the brink of climax. he maintains his intense pace, and with a loud moan you cum around him, leaving you painting for air while he continues to abuse your cunt. you wrap your legs around his waist leaving no room for him to finish if not on your insides. he grins, knowing what you want, his hands leaving bruises on your hips. his movements become erratic and you know he's close too. with a final thrust, he releases inside you, painting your hole white with his hot seed already spilling out of you. his breathing is heavy and hot on your neck.
“you're fucking amazing y/n.” he leaves a kiss on your forehead while still inside you.
“let's stay like this for a while. I want to feel you” his voice is almost tender. toji crashes his lips on yours again, gently this time, opening your lips to me space for his tongue collapsing on yours. the kiss leaves you breathless, you want to never let go of him. forever attached to him.
“I love you so much like this.” you push his damp hair off his beautiful face, staring in his beautiful green eyes.
you can see his eyes softening at your confession. a vulnerability shining on his globes as he softly whispers in your ear. “I love you too y/n.” he caresses your cheek gently, his voice tender. “you bring a side of me no one else ever did. you make me want to be a better man for you. now more than ever.” his hand now rests on your stomach, leaving gentle touches while he stares affectionately at you.
“I'm glad you feel the same way.” you slap his arm gently. “I need to get cleaned.” you say getting up and heading to the bathroom, to clean the mess he made.
toji gives a small mischievous laugh “I ain't giving you a rest today, woman. ya can't escape me.” you let a low scream as you laugh when you see him running in your direction, ready to scoop you in his strong arms, planning in his head the restless evening his about to start.
