with the Tangled live action set video/photo leaks, I feel like the Stabbington Brothers x reader fic numbers are gonna be big once the movie comes out
You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.
pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Boxer! Sukuna x Heiress! reader
warnings!!! - Heavy angst, cheating, Satoru starts off cruel and mean, reader starts off very shy/insecure, yandere Sukuna. This chap - a TON of angst, lots of feelings, very explicit, tension, reader's mom is a bitch, Sukuna is a whole ass YAN in this one and emotions are running high, dual penetration, anal play, anal sex, fingering, teasing, it's a MESS and it's getting messier. 9k WC
one step closer to the poly ending, but there are at LEAST 4 more chaps left, loves. TYSM to @satolune for beta reading, and for @lizatonix for giving me advice!!
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part eight
Sukuna
“Mmm,” Sukuna's hand slides down your side, over your hip as he sucks a nipple into his hot mouth, that dusty rose hair tickling your skin. “Did you miss me, brat?”
“Of course I did,” you whisper, looking at him in this way that destroys him, underneath your lashes with your lips parted, your nails pressing against his skin as you grip his dress shirt. “You’re still hurting from the fight.”
“I’m fine,” he mumbles, forgetting there is a six foot four white haired ass of a man behind you, it’s easy to forget, actually. Forget his existence, dreaming of the moment you get him out of your system – though he for now would apparently have to share you.
It’s Sukuna’s decision – you’d do anything for him, and he already knows that, how submissive and obedient you were. In no world would Sukuna have had bruises on his throat from you, it’s as if you’re two pretty girls in one form. And he loves both sides of you, even if he is the one that’s bringing it all out.
But he knows he could get you to himself with a few words, and you’d listen so good – you always do. Yet ultimately, what sort of regrets would you have? What sort of things would run in your beautiful, tragic mind when you thought back on Satoru Gojo and his pouty, pathetic self. His tragic ™ backstory that he’s sure the three of you all share.
Though yours is the most tragic.
Why wouldn’t you want love from both of them when you were raised with such hatred and disdain? And why wouldn’t he love to see how you open up with the both of them?
He has not seen much of you with Satoru – the brief encounter where you sucked him and gripped his cock races through his mind, but he still wonders more about it. If you look different when you cum for him, how he watches you now respond, arching for Satoru’s touch, your eyes still locked on Sukuna’s.
“I’m here, you know,” Satoru says, biting your neck. You gasp.
“Ow!”
“Attention starved little shit,” Sukuna mumbles, his fingertips dipping between your soft thighs, he finds you already soaking wet, already drenching him as he glides up your slit. "Always so ready for me, aren’t you?"
“Yes,” you whisper, earning another bite from the annoying little jerk behind you. He's practically rutting against your ass and whimpering like a little bitch, but Sukuna can feel how slick you’re getting. “Mnh!”
His rough fingers are brushing over your clit, eliciting a soft little sigh of pleasure from your lips as he begins to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, twitching against him in response. His cock is leaking at the sounds of you, the feel of you, the very scent – as if every bit of you was made to drive him insane.
Sukuna was semi-normal before he met you – he had girls in and out of his bed, but nothing special, nothing serious. Enough to get his cock wet and watch a pretty girl gush down him, he couldn’t really tell you their names, either. He likely was the same level of whore Satoru was.
But, the huge difference?
If he had you as a wife – he would have never done anything with another woman. Even if it was pushed on him, and he wanted to rebel like Satoru did, in no world could Sukuna not want you – not since you walked right into that gym.
Everything changed the moment he caught sight of you.
You lean up and kiss him now, he moans into your mouth in a way that’s utterly pathetic, but it’s simply the effect you had. One that terrified him – because you weren’t even trying, you didn’t even know what you did to him, or clearly to Satoru who is lying right behind you, shifting closer as Sukuna’s tongue slips into your mouth, even in the fucking morning you taste good.
“Hey,” Satoru murmurs against your ear when you pull back, cupping your face, making Sukuna pause his little circles for a moment.
He’s still here.
Shit.
"Don't I get a good morning kiss?" he asks, his voice low, teasing, needy enough to annoy Sukuna to death.
“Mmm, I guess you could get one,” Sukuna smirks, kissing your pretty tit again, continuing his circles and making you tremble.
“Just one? So generous, sweetheart.”
“It is generous,” you turn your head, and his lips move over yours – he has seen it before, but now it’s different than that first time. He’s kissing you with a desperate need, his hand sliding down your back, over the curve of your ass, and between your legs from behind.
You gasp out loud, and Sukuna can literally hear that squelch, your slutty lil cunt taking him in.
Sukuna wishes it turned him off, that he didn’t love feeling you move between the two of them, that he doesn’t find that string of saliva between your mouths attractive.
Maybe it’s just you.
Maybe you’ve ruined Sukuna – not in the way you think, ‘ruining his life’ with your own situations, no.
You’ve ruined the man altogether.
He snatches you back by your chin, kissing you again, harder, deeper, pinching your clit between two fingers and making the filthiest noises escape your lips, Sukuna swallows them up as he hears Satoru’s fingers move inside. He’s annoyed when they brush against him, but not enough to stop his cock from twitching.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs softly, and you eagerly obey, making him smirk just a little bit. “You’re a needy girl, aren’t you? Can’t get enough cock inside?”
“Please,” your whisper is sweet – as if you’re asking for sugar in your coffee, nothing like what was really happening.
Two men fucking you, two men who can’t take how much they want you, two men who would do anything to have you all alone, but yet…
Here they are.
Sukuna groans when your hand slips down his chest, underneath the dress shirt, fingertips gliding up his abdomen and making it tremble. Sukuna – the man who isn’t afraid of shit, who’s beaten up so many people he can’t remember, the man who told his family to fuck themselves – here he is falling apartfrom nothing but your touch.cting as if he’s got it together.
An act.
It was all an act to seem dominant, to seem like he’s in control.
It’s terrifying to realize he has none when it comes to you.
****
You
You’re moaning into Sukuna’s mouth, only to get tugged back to Satoru, the push and pull maddening as two of his long, slender fingers press against your entrance, sliding in with embarrassing ease, you’re so ready. To have them both on you was unexplainable, how ready you were, how needy you were for them both, how their lips moved, their fingers.
All of them.
Sukuna doesn't stop his pretty little patterns on your clit, Satoru’s curving and hitting a new spot from the angle, Sukuna’s tugging your thigh over his hip – spreading you wider. You should feel some sense of shame, some shyness at this, but the only way you really can feel is needy, pretty, desired.
More than that.
It’s the definition of insanity to have them tugging you back and forth for kisses, two men that hated each other long before you came along, both playing your body. The dual stimulation is overwhelming in its intensity, your hips rocking back and forth – to Sukuna on your clit, to Satoru in your slutty little hole.
You want more.
"Greedy little thing," Sukuna chuckles, his voice thick with his lust, kissing down your collarbone, your shoulder, his teeth sharp when they bite you right where Satoru has – as if he wants to make sure you’re marked even more.
"Taking my fingers so well, sweetheart,” Satoru whispers against your ear, his voice maddening, their touch driving you to arch and rock more, the sounds of your pussy echoing with that wet squish and click as they work you. “You love it, hmm? Both of us playing with your slutty little pussy?”
“Mnh,” you don’t answer that, your head falling back against Satoru's shoulder as they work your body together. Sukuna's fingers are rough with calluses, pushing harder and faster against your clit, while Satoru's long, elegant ones fuck into you faster, curling perfectly against that little spongy spot that has you dizzy.
Their heat presses into your skin from both sides, scents surrounding you.
Sukuna’s rich, dark musk– Satoru’s bright– hints of bergamot, the smell of the hints of your arousal sweet and mixing with the two of them as they touch you in tandem, finding a maddening rhythm.
You can't form a single word, nothing coherent, at least – just mumbles and gasps slipping from your swollen lips look into ruby and then azure eyes, both dark with desire.
How could you not feel beautiful, wanted when they look at you like this?
"Look at her," Satoru murmurs against your neck, his fingers pumping in and out of your slick heat with a mean precision he shouldn’t have.
He may not be able to eat pussy yet, but the man sure could use those fingers, they're so fucking long when you arch they hit your puffy cervix, making you cry out, clamping down on him.
"So fucking pretty, hmm?” You feel your cheeks heat up as Satoru whispers, both men kiss against your skin, having you tremble between them,
Sukuna hums in agreement, his free hand coming up to cup your titty, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
"Fuckin’ perfect," he says, the claim clear in his voice, the possessive way he touches you, takes you over.
Addictive.
You're addicted to them.
The pleasure builds higher, that ache in your core spreading, veins burning like you're on fire from their fevered touches, from their fingers brushing against each other, working you together as if they both just know.
Your hands clutch at Sukuna's broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin and earning a hiss as your orgasm is about to hit, so overwhelming you can't breathe. Caught in your throat, heart hammering in your ears, that blood rushing.
"That's it," Satoru whispers, his voice breathy, so intimate as his long fingers are moving faster, pushing you over the edge. "Cum for us, pretty girl."
Pretty girl.
Cum for them.
With a cry you do just fucking that – you shatter, falling apart for their hungry gazes, your cunt convulsing around Satoru's fingers. When that orgasm hits, you can’t even see, your vision blurry as that pleasure makes you dumb. They don't stop – no, they keep just working you through your orgasm, until you're falling into another, and their fingers are slipping.
"Good girl," Sukuna praises, pulling his fingertips off, glistening with you, Satoru does the same, sucking them right off, simultaneously. “How do you want it?”
“I get to pick, hmm?” You bite your lip, tugging up Sukuna’s shirt, so your hand can slip under, brushing over his hard abdomen.
“You can pick which hole I’m in,” you gasp at that, hearing even Satoru chuckle a bit behind you.
“Or pick which I’m in.”
“You both wanna fuck my ass, really?” You look between them then, feeling their heat behind you, Satoru’s already sliding his wet, spit soaked fingers up there, two teasing your ass and pressing. “Oh f-fuck…”
“Even tighter there, god,” he buries his face against your neck as you feel the stretch, Sukuna’s tugging his cock out of his pants, letting it slap his abs, leaking pre and dripping, while Satoru works you faster, fingers buried deep inside.
“We could fuck you just like this,” Sukuna says, kissing up your collar bone, tugging your thigh high up allowing his cock to tease your slit, all the while Satoru is loosening your ass up, hitting some spot that has you whining out. “Gojo, I know you have lube, don’t fuckin’ do that without it.”
“I wouldn’t,” he mumbles now, and you peek back at him.
“Do you have lube?”
“Like twenty bottles,” you and Sukuna laugh, and he scowls. “What!?”
“Twenty!?”
“Sukuna… it’s next to you,” Satoru says, biting your neck again, you gasp at the sharp pain. Sukuna eases back and bends over, tattooed back on full display for your gaze, getting even more blurred with every pump of his fingers.
“I actually do but,” he glares again at Sukuna. “Just get one.”
“Of course you do,” Sukuna lays on his back and taps his lap, you bite down on your lip nervously, straddling him, your slick dripping down his cock, his lips catching yours in a mean little kiss, hands gripping your hips possessively, making you remember his filthy words in the locker room.
“Would breed you over and over, fuck… imagine.”
Satoru squirts a generous amount of lube on his fingers, kneeling behind you as Sukuna lifts you up, your hands bracing on his chest, sinking inch by inch onto his thick cock, gasping out as it fills you up. “Mngh…”
“Love watching myself,” he mumbles, ruby eyes dark, his hand sliding over your tummy, pressing so he can feel his cock print move from outside. “What would you do if I got her pregnant first?”
“You won’t,” Satoru smirks as he fingers your hole again, something intimate and careful with how he’s working you, sighing and closing his eyes, nuzzling against your neck. “I put so much into her last night, you know.”
Sukuna’s hands squeeze hard now, you suck in a breath at just how hard and bruising of a grip he gives you. “Ah!”
“Oh yeah?” He eyes the mess you’re making when he lifts you up and down him. “Bet I put more in her today.”
Satoru’s working you looser and looser, until it starts to feel so good, and never did you think you’d be sandwiched right between the two men – two men at all, you – a good girl before, raised to be obedient and subservient, riding your boyfriend’s cock, while your husband is stroking his cock. You hear his little intake of breath when his tip nudges your ass, then, slipping up and down, squirting even more lube.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks then, as you tense just a bit – there’s no mocking or cruelty, not when he cups your face, nose brushing against yours, lips a breath away, pressing. “Need more work up?”
“I wouldn’t know,” you admit, gasping when you feel your clit being rubbed, seeing Sukuna’s thumb working, having you gush down his cock.
“Focus on this,” he says, soft almost, you lean forward a bit.
“Arch,” Satoru orders, you listen just like you did last night – body on some instinct, greedy and wanting to be full of them both. His tip nudges right past that tight little ring, you’re stretched in the sluttiest way, then. “Look at me.”
“Mmm,” you barely manage to look as he turns your chin to face him. “Satoru…”
“Relax, don’t wanna hurt you,” his words are quiet and breathy as he kisses you, hands on your waist, as Sukuna’s are on your hips. Four hands, twenty fingers, all touching you together.
“Feels good,” you admit – it does, the pain, the burn when he moans and eases in just a bit more, and Sukuna tugs you down, your hair falling like a curtain to the side, that shirt you’re wearing slipped up and thrown over your head, baring you to both of them. “Kuna…”
“You’re takin’ us so good,” his praise has you dripping more, Satoru’s thickness stretching you to the point of tears, you’re sniffling as he leans back, pulling out and then sinking just a little deeper. “Made to be filled, huh? Bred in all your holes?”
“Y-yes,” with Sukuna you’re like this – sweet, agreeing, but you know if Satoru asked, you’d be a brat – you wouldn’t admit it, but how easy and gentle he is back there has your mind fuzzy. You peek back, biting your lower lip as he eases into your unused hole again, his blue eyes bright as they look at you.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, pausing as he sees your tears, you shake your head, sniffling.
“J-just stay for a minute,” you whisper, nails pressing into Sukuna’s chest, Satoru’s fingertips slip down your spine soothingly, as he nods, and you try to relax, having Sukuna turn your chin to have you kiss him again.
Are you really this greedy, that you’re going to have them both cum inside? That you’re going to have them ruin your holes, that you love the way they’re both touching, kissing, moving inside?
You are.
*****
Satoru
Satoru watches you, your back is arched against him with your hole being split apart by his cock, slick with that lube – he pours even more, sinking into that tiny hole again. Gripping him like a vice – his own baby blue eyes are rolling back in his skull every time he sinks just a little deeper into you.
But it's more than that, more than just how tight you are – how fucking good you feel, how pretty you are drooling, with your tears.
No – it’s the feeling of you against him, the way you trust him enough to let him take you this way, to let him take this from you – your first time there, knowing he doesn’t even deserve it. Doesn’t deserve anything, yet you still do – if he was a better person he’d tell you that you should leave him, be with Sukuna who clearly fucking adores you, it’s written on his dumb face.
Yet how can Satoru do that when he’s fallen so fucking far? When you have sunk into his mind, his body, fuck – last night you spit in his mouth – you choked him as you fucking rode him, used him. Satoru Gojo, always dominant, was falling apart underneath you as you used his cock to come again and again.
If he didn’t love you before, he knows he does when he catches sight of you kissing Sukuna, of him that close to you, holding and touching you like that? It should turn him off, sharing you, but he wants you so goddamn bad it doesn’t.
If anything it makes Satoru want to work that much harder to fill you, to wrap an arm around your waist, burying his face for just a moment and inhaling that scent mixing with Sukuna’s. He wishes that turned him off too, but if anything he wants to fuck you that much better, to ruin you on his cock till you’re babbling and dumb.
Every time Sukuna thrusts up into your cunt, you clench around his cock, making him tense up, trying not to bust. He pumped three loads into your cunt last night but he couldn’t stop from his balls getting heavy again, maddening the effect you have on both men without knowing, just looking back at him in the way that makes him ache.
Satoru leans back and spits on his length as he pulls back, tip coated in the glistening lubricant – you don’t even need it, he just wants to watch his bubbly spit sink inside you, feeling you tense up again, his lips moving as he stays still, letting Sukuna move your body.
“You all right?”
“Y-yes,” you whisper, leaning back against him again as he presses forward, his lips against your ear. Not just possessive, these feelings – they’re protective, which should be laughable.
Imagine Gojo protecting you when he was the one who hurt you.
Yet he can’t help it, as he eases in and out, feeling that tight fit, the little clenching as you stretch around him. Satoru wants to ruin you as much as he wants to fix what he fucking did, wants you to fall apart so he can put you back together. Even he has never felt anything close to it, to take it so easy with a girl like he was right now.
Of course he hates that Sukuna is here – hates the smug look on his face as he watches you, the way his hands are all over the very body Satoru wants to possess entirely, the way his cock is already inside your cunt. How he got to take you first, claiming a part of you Satoru couldn’t have.
He feels that – the fucking rage as much as he feels that heady desire, the need to pump you full, mixing with the maddening urges to kiss you.
It’s too much, when you look at him like that, with your lidded eyes and your lashes lowered. Your lips parted. You turn your head, face flushed and tears trailing from the corners of your eyes right down your pretty cheeks, irises all fucked out and glittering in a way they shouldn’t for him, as he sinks even deeper.
"Satoru..." Any irritation about how Sukuna grabs you just... melts, when you look at him like that – when your voice trembles, and your lips reach out for a kiss. Satoru does kiss you, trying to pour all the fucking feelings he has that he can’t say for shit, knowing it would hurt you both.
What he feels for you – what he did to you, what he regrets, how fucking furious he is at Sukuna, the overwhelming feelings he has for you, all spilling as he shoves his entire cock inside you, feeling Sukuna through you, as he pauses too, letting you try to take all of him.
“Ah! Too much,” you mumble, thighs shaking, the two men rubbing your thighs gently, brushing your hair back, murmuring your name.
"Relax, don't wanna hurt you," he murmurs against your lips, forcing himself to halt despite every cell in his body screaming to move, to fuck into your tight little hole until you forget your own name, but he forces himself to be gentle, to kiss across your neck and stay there. “Just breathe, yeah?”
“If it’s too much…”
“I can take it,” you whisper now, letting Sukuna lean up and kiss you, messy as you relax underneath their touches. “It’s a lot…”
“You’re doing such a good job,” Sukuna tells you, Satoru’s grip tightens just a bit for a moment, still buried and not moving, until you arch back just a bit, whining out and turning to him again, kissing Satoru in a way you really shouldn’t.
Spitting in his mouth was really already better than you should give him, but sweet kisses as you trust him, as he works you open carefully, his fingers running soothing little circles down your waist, letting you get used to it – never has he felt like this, just fucking or even sharing.
This is different from last night, even, so intimate Satoru himself is trembling inside of you – when you finally give a shaky nod for him to move again, he waits for the okay, feeling you grip him. He can feel Sukuna's thick cock through the thin wall of your body, and the friction is maddening whether he wants to admit it or now, every time Satoru pushes in, Sukuna pulls out.
The two men somehow work you perfect despite hating each other, Sukuna will fuck your pussy with filthy, loud smacks as Satoru waits, then he’ll rub your clit and pin you down, and Satoru will move. He’s easier with you, careful, reaching around to take over rubbing your clit while Sukuna sucks your pretty nipples into his mouth, seeing that bulge move.
Satoru knows his eyes are locked on your stomach, dark, black with desire.
He’d be dumb not to notice that man worships you to the point of insanity, but how could he not?
The two men take over your body as you fall apart between them, gushing down Sukuna and clamping down when you shatter.
You’re mumbling their names as he watches your pretty face, sees you losing yourself to it, head falling back on his shoulder, mouth open and slack, drool just spilling as they both take you over.
"Look at you," Sukuna groans, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined, where your slick is pooling down his belly button. "Taking both of us so fucking well. Your greedy little holes are just sucking us in, huh?"
“Mngh,” his words make you clench around him and Satoru, making both of them let out slutty little moans. “Feels s’good I…”
"Feel that?" Satoru murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, leaving goosebumps on your skin, his words so quiet only you can hear. "Feel how deep I am? Can you, sweetheart?
You answer with a little nod, Sukuna sits up, working your body, both men fucking you faster, the sounds utterly debauched in Satoru’s room.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” you barely whisper. “Yes, c-can feel you…”
“Took this first, hah,” he’s toxic then, but you don’t scowl or argue, letting him be possessive. “He got your pretty lil cunt, yeah? That’s okay, baby, I’ll fuckin’ ruin you till you forget him.”
“Mnh…”
Satoru’s lost in you, hearing Sukuna mutter just about the same as he is, the two men pushing and pulling till they cum inside both your holes, filling you so full, you’re dripping in a little sheen of sweat as they ease out, both of those holes stretched and drooling white. Satoru gathers the mess and toys with you where you’re sensitive, feeling you twitch between them as you come down, and they’re both kissing you carefully, soothing you.
Satoru has never felt whatever the fuck you do to him, but every time it’s more intimate – it’s more intense, his snowy lashes fluttering against your neck as his breaths rush on your skin.
“Am I getting breakfast?”
“Sukuna!” You giggle and Satoru snorts, rolling his eyes.
“How can you think of breakfast with her here like this?” Satoru’s words make you pause a bit, your hands gripping his wrists tightly, leaning back just a bit.
“Well I’m hungry, fuck I just had a match,” he chuckles at your little look. “Do I have to order?”
“I’ll cook, I just need help getting up so I can clean off,” Sukuna picks your ass up and carries you toward the bathroom, and your eyes meet Gojo’s, biting down on your lower lip as you study him, before burying your face.
That look.
******
Sukuna
“So,” Sukuna looks at you as you box in your cute little pink gloves, focusing by worrying your lower lip, your eyes looking up to him now.
“So?” You ask, stopping the punching and resting a bit on the bag, Sukuna can see the muscles forming in your arms from all your work, he wants to trace the bicep there but you’re around people.
That’s when it hits – the truth, the real fucking pain that cuts him, when he’s not lost inside you or alone with you. Even alone with Satoru, he can be with you how he wants, but in public?
There was nothing you two could do to rouse any suspicion, even in the gym he tried to keep it formal, until he could finger your pretty cunt in the locker room, until he could steal a kiss until you’re breathless. The two of you are achingly careful. Trying to appear that you’re just friends, especially with you having been spotted at the boxing match – though luckily no one saw you actually with Sukuna.
Yet the pain of knowing Satoru could touch you and hold you all he wanted ate him alive, that he could just be so close, and no one would ever say a thing. You were his wife, you had his last fucking name – Gojo.
Your last name was Gojo.
And with every encounter, he can tell the feelings for Satoru grow, though he can feel them growing for him too, he can tell every time you’re near him you’d do anything and everything. It would take him to softly tell you to leave Satoru, and you’d figure it the fuck out for Sukuna – you gave him everything.
That’s why he couldn’t take the choice away from you.
“What is it, Kuna?” You ask now, your dumb little nickname he loves so goddamn much, he sighs, stepping closer and turning you, acting as if he’s guiding you into a good form when all he wants to do is touch you.
“You wanna work here?” You giggle at that, looking back at him. “I’m deadass – why are you laughing?”
“I’d love to work here, what!?” You keep giggling, losing your form until Sukuna chuckles a bit, shaking his head. “Doing what?”
“You can help me run numbers, it’s not my best. Wasn’t that your degree?”
“You know what I graduated in?” You ask, blinking a bit – Sukuna has to remember you have no clue the deep dive he did on you.
He could be called obsessed.
Sukuna couldn’t help but want to know every fucking bit about you – including that you were top of your class in business, he’s sure your parents made you take those courses, but your GPA was impeccable. You’re blinking a bit as his hands go to your shoulders, positioning them.
“You wanted to work, you told me before…”
“I do! I’m so nervous, I never have. Is that insane?”
“No, it’s just you weren’t ever supposed to,” he breathes out now. “I wasn’t supposed to beat the shit out of your parents either, but…”
“Kuna!”
He grins as you elbow him playfully. “I’m also not supposed to fuck married women, hmm?”
“You’re awful,” you pout now, shoving him and then realizing people are still around, even if the gym is closing. “You can’t say that so loud.”
“I’d love to fuck you right here,” you suck in a breath. “But I can’t even fucking touch you, can I?”
You blink back tears for just a moment, stepping back as if you were slapped, Sukuna curses, shaking his head. “I need to…”
You step away, rushing off as he realizes what he’d just said – he hadn’t meant for those words to spill, he’s not some emotional man – fuck, before you he had no relationships. No cares other than who would be sucking his cock, maybe who would entertain him for a few months, but nothing was like this – maddening, insanity, the need for more of you.
When you weren’t even his.
Sukuna tries to give it a moment so it doesn’t look more suspicious, before walking back, tugging you into his office before you can make it to the locker room, shutting the door behind you. “Don’t run away, brat – I didn’t mean it bad towards you, okay?”
“I hurt you,” your whisper breaks him, your lips trembling, tears slipping down your cheeks, taking several shaky breaths as he cups your face, and your hands come to his wrists, those gloves falling to the floor off your arm. “I do hurt you.”
“Stop worrying about me,” you sniffle, tears falling, shaking your head again. “I fucking swear to god, you’re going to get your ass beat until it’s covered in my handprints, actin’ like a brat.”
“Stop trying to cheer me up,” your eyes shut now, tears falling. “I just hurt both of you. Don’t I?”
“No, and why the fuck do you care if you hurt him anyway?” Sukuna tilts your chin up now. “You aren’t the one hurting me.”
“You are hurt that you can’t touch me, like this…” you put a hand on his chest. “That we have to sneak around.”
“It’s just… fuck this,” he pulls back, cursing – hating the simpering mess you’ve made of him in the short time, walking towards his desk with his hands on it, feeling you walk up, a hand on his back gently. “Just go.”
“Do you really want me to go? Or do you want me to work for you?” He sighs, looking back at you, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face against him now. “I want to work with you.”
“Don’t.”
“Sukuna!”
“Just go home,” you bury your face again. “Confusing little brat. Swear to god you annoy the shit out of me sometimes.”
“You love it,” you mumble. “You love me.”
“Yes I love you,” he sighs and tries to disentangle himself, switching your positions so you’re pressed on his desk now, cupping your face. “Love you so much I let that dumb, white haired fuck have you too.”
You take a little breath, sighing now, as he tugs your shorts up your thighs, hands on your ass, lifting you like it’s nothing and propping you on the desk, he leaned low. “I told you that this is enough for me.”
“Is it?”
“I love you, Sukuna,” he looks down at you, tilting your chin up.
“What do you feel for Gojo, then?”
“It’s so complicated, I don’t… I feel too… there’s too much, the two of you, splitting me in half. I feel like I’m only giving you half of me, and you deserve a whole person.”
He pauses then, letting your tears fall. “You think I wouldn’t take half of you over any other person?”
“How’s it fair to you?”
“I want your half, your whole, every little piece I can get,” he laughs now, cruel as he grips your chin too tight. “I can’t not fucking have you and you exist.”
“Then why do you push me away?”
Sukuna says nothing, kissing you now, a softer kiss than he ever gives you, letting you sigh into his mouth. “I’m not.”
“You told me to go,” you kiss him back, thighs pressed on either side of his hips. “I don’t want you to hurt over me.”
Sukuna can’t take thinking of not having you, he can’t think of you finding your feelings for Gojo to be more than him, to lose you to him – to lose you altogether. Better for him to have the part in it, the control over the woman he can’t stand the thought of ever not seeing – fuck, even a night without you was torture.
“You’re fine, brat… was just thinking,” your lashes flutter shut as he studies you, calloused thumb brushing your lip. “Too loud, didn’t mean to say the shit.”
“I don’t want us to be a secret either,” you admit, eyes opening slowly now. “As for right now, I can’t see a way to-”
“It’s fine, I’m fine,” he lies, and you clearly know it, tears spilling again, making him tense. “Stop crying, now.”
“You can’t just tell me to stop!?”
“Yeah I can, you listen to what I say,” you bite your lip hard, Sukuna tugs it out from your teeth. “You haven’t done shit wrong. Aside from letting him fuck your ass before I got to.”
“Sukuna!” You giggle even through your tears, and he scowls. “Are you serious right now?”
“Very, should have been me,” he kisses you, pressing your back against his desk, hand gripping yours, lips moving down your throat as your hands find their way to his rosy locks, entangling in them. “All of your firsts should be me.”
“You got my throat, my… pussy,” he laughs at how cutely you say that, like it shouldn’t be said. “What!”
“You’re adorable,” he mumbles, leaning up and kissing your cheeks, as the affection and protective way he feels ruins him further.
Sukuna is so in love it makes him fucking sick.
“You got those, you’re so greedy you wanted that too?” You tease, trying to hold it together, clearly, Sukuna hums, tilting his head, as his necklace dangles against your skin, you touch it carefully between your fingers, eyes dazed.
“I wanted your first kiss too,” he admits softly, nuzzling your nose. “I want to be the first for everything, yes – I don’t care if it’s toxic. I want to get you pregnant, want you to be my fucking wife.”
“Sukuna…” You gasp now.
“I know that’s not happening, not yet…” he says quietly, kissing you deeper, needier. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Doesn’t mean I won’t take it the very moment that dumb little shit fucks up, I’ll take you away from him so goddamn fast. Make you disappear."
“Y-you… mngh…” He’s kissing down your chest, as he loses his mind, huge hands taking over your pretty tits, squishing them as he grinds himself against you, feeling your heat. “Disappear?”
“Tell your parents you died, take you the fuck away,” he sighs now, nuzzling your nose with his, like he’s not being insane. “I would do it, princess. So fucking fast – I’d tell him you died, too, if you didn’t love him so much.”
“I…” you can’t answer it, his teeth sink into your skin as your thighs grip his slutty waist. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“Am I?” He grins now, and watches your face flush, your lips part. “I’d do anything to keep you the fuck away from them.”
“I have to see them tomorrow,” you mumble, gasping when his grip tightens. “I know…”
“You wet because I said I’d tell everyone you’re dead? Or because I’d kidnap you, huh?” You don’t answer, just kept dripping more until you soak his gym shorts. “Slutty little brat, just for me… I would keep you to myself.”
“Sukuna…” You just kiss him again, when a knock comes from the door, you pause, eyes widening – as it once again hits him.
You’re not his to the public.
How will he handle seeing the news, the press of you and Gojo at some get together tomorrow?
He eases off you, setting your clothes right before he answers the door, leaning down to brush your hair back behind your ear. “You think about working for me.”
It’s selfish, really.
Sukuna just wants more of you.
*****
You
You’re at a charity function that weekend with Satoru, but this is different than the last one, there was no awkward silence in the limo, he was peeking at his phone as you texted Sukuna, sighing and having you look curiously.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, he’d rolled his eyes.
“Just Jennifer trying to see me again, I don’t know how much more clear I could be about it,” you had tensed a bit.
“You know, since I’m with Sukuna I can’t tell you not to be with them, even though I felt she was coming at me a certain way-”
“I don’t want her.”
You blinked a bit at that. “Not at all?”
“No, I want whatever parts of you I can have before you’re gone,” he had cupped your face, eyes looking down at your lips as the limo drove quietly in the night, you had bit your lower lip, sighing.
“You can’t say things like that, Satoru…”
“No?”
“No,” you’d given in, leaning in first for that kiss – ones he usually stole, but in that moment how could you not? “Mmm, Satoru I…”
“Shh,” he kept kissing you, until you were on his lap, his hand sliding up the small of your back, where it was bare from your dress, you felt your heart hammer in your chest. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
“You shh,” he snorted a bit at that, kissing you again as your arm wrapped around his neck, a hand slipping up along his undercut, brushing the silky strands there and arching your hips. “I see why you were such a whore, talking like that to all your girls.”
He paused, blinking and leaning back, looking up at you carefully. “You are pretty, you’ve always been. Always too good for me.”
You had paused, breath caught in your throat, the emotions so thick you could hardly stand him in that moment. “Why did you do all this?”
He was quiet, looking down, but you had taken his chin in your hand, looking down into pretty blue eyes full of pain, full of self loathing. “I wanted you to have your own choice – and you got it.”
You laughed, shaking your head at him. “But we… you had… this, is it just physical to you?”
“If it was – it would be fucking easy,” he murmured, a hushed, angry whisper hot against your lips. “I wish that I just wanted to fuck you, and that’s all it was – not the torture you put me through.”
“Me torturing you!?” You laughed then, a mean little one that has his brows lowered, eyes narrowed, fingers pressing in the curve of your waist until you cry out softly. Satoru sat up straighter, tugging you against his chest. “That’s insane, do you know what you fucking did to me?”
“If you were smart, you’d leave me for Sukuna,” you slapped him, a harsh, loud little sound that had him turning his head, the red blossoming. “You wouldn’t let me touch you at all. You wouldn’t look at me the way you do.”
“I am smart, thank you very fucking much – I’m only dumb when it comes to…” You had trailed off then. “Whatever the fuck this is.”
You couldn’t say the words, the ones trapped in your throat – You love him, and you hate him.
So fucking much.
“You’re such a mean little girl with me,” he says, laughing now, the sound bitter as he pins you against him, taking your wrists and pressing them behind your back, taking you over. “So sweet with your ‘Kuna’ though, yeah?”
“He’s sweet to me,” Satoru had pouted, you’d itched to smack him again, enjoying the red on his cheek.
“I could be sweet to you,” he’d kissed up your jaw, lips brushing your ear until you had trembled, cunt slick underneath your panties like a betrayal. “If you’d ever let me be, but it’s too late, isn’t it?”
“The only one who keeps saying it’ll end is you,” you blinked hot tears, his sigh tickling your skin. “You wanted it to end before it started.”
“Do you really wanna know what I feel, sweetheart? Could you actually even handle hearing it?”
You had said nothing, letting him keep your arms pinned, as he had pulled back and looked at you desperately, sighing and using his other hand to grip under your chin, fingers on either side of your windpipe. The limo wasparked, but you had sat there longer than you should have, as Satoru again tore you into pieces by merely existing in your atmosphere.
The thoughts of that are rampant, the way his hand is on your waist tonight, as you both mingle – seeing your parents, seeing the press out front. Satoru dances with you tonight, even as you glare up at him, he doesn’t look at another – a stark contrast from the first time you danced.
With his fingers glistening with another woman.
You haven’t forgotten – no, you remember it all. Yet with every dip and move, every spin and hold, every murmur in your ear and brush against your skin, you feel his desire. You feel the want, the need – so desperate from him, even if he hasn’t said the words like Sukuna did.
I’d tell them you died.
Sukuna was insane – but you loved him for it.
Satoru was damaged – and you still love him.
Even if you can’t say those damn words to Gojo, scared to give him that power, terrified to hurt again and more afraid to hurt him and Sukuna – they’re there, when Sukuna had asked you.
What do you feel for Gojo?
What did you feel, besides split in half – two versions of you love two different men, and the love is different, it’s not stronger for one or the other. Just because Sukuna’s seemed easier, it didn’t make it less – and just because the hatred for Satoru lingered, didn’t mean you loved him less.
You’re lost in thought as Satoru has to mingle, and you’re sipping on a bubbly glass of champagne, when something grips your wrist, and the drops glitter onto the tile floor below. You gasp out at it, blinking rapidly, and you look up to see your mother, dragging you as far away as she can, the glass falling to the ground in the haste, crashing and splitting into pieces.
“Mother… I…”
“Shut your mouth,” she has you in a quiet hall, out of sight – and you feel so small then, like you always did.
No matter how much love you felt, no matter how strong Sukuna tries to make you, every memory of her punishment leaves you stuck, unable to move, like your feet were glued to the very floor in those pretty heels.
You still were afraid of her.
“What is it?” You try to hold it together, and she laughs – a mean, sharp sound.
“You think everyone didn’t see you at that match?” Your mother leans low towards you, her jaw setting.
“I just…”
“Slut,” her words are sharp, they slap you hard – so hard you struggle to get it together at all. “I can’t believe Gojo deals with you.”
“You have no clue about our relationship,” you whisper now, as her hand tightens on your wrist, her manicured nails pressing in. “You don’t know anything about me or Satoru.”
“I know he lets you fuck the town, hmm?” You laugh sharply, shaking your head. “You’re not worthy of someone like him – but even you shouldn’t sink as low as Ryomen Sukuna.”
“Are you mad that he beat dad up? Ah,” she smacks you then with a quick movement of her hand, and you tremble as the pain hits, stinging your cheeks with this brutal, lingering burn.
“Shut up you stupid little bitch,” your nails press into your palms, trying to tug away from her. “Just because Gojo deals with you for now, doesn’t mean you won’t become our problem when he kicks you aside. The shame you’ll bring to us.”
The truth of that does hit – at some point, Satoru was ending the marriage, whether you two were like before – hating each other, or now…
What were you now?
Now he had been inside you, all your holes had been full of his cum, and he’d kissed you in ways he shouldn’t have. Offering a position at his company, even, meant perhaps he’d push it off a bit, mitigate the damage of such a quick divorce, his thought process must also be skewed with everything.
Yet the pain of thinking of never seeing him again fills you, this dread in the pit of your stomach growing, you can’t handle it suddenly, as much as you wanted to leave him before, now everything has changed. There were too many moments, too much between you for you not to be sad when the day comes, even though you will have Sukuna.
You love two men, and the ways they make you feel are completely different – submissive and sweet with Sukuna, dominant and bratty with Satoru, both of them pulling these things out of you that you never knew were there, that you never really acknowledged could exist. How could you have any semblance of a normal life when they’ve both crashed into you?
Now Satoru has forgone any other woman – when he doesn’t have to, but even now you catch sight of him walking by, his eyes immediately darting to your face, his jaw tensing. You step back just a bit and your mom steps forward, not noticing Satoru walking up behind her.
You give an imperceptible shake of your head, as if to stop him, when she takes that wrong, raising her hand again for Satoru to grip her wrist, halting her.
“Excuse me!? I,” she looks back now and pales visibly– she surely thought the two of you were all alone over here. “I was…”
“Get. Your. Hands. Off her.” Satoru's words are quiet, this faint blue vein pressing from his temple.
“I simply am looking out for your reputation,” she says, letting him lower her hand. “She was seen at that boxing match.”
“Seen what, enjoying it? Enjoying boxing?”
“That will never do, and what is with this talk of her working?!”
“She wants to,” Satoru looks at you now, his smile sad. “If she wants to work, why can't she?”
“Not at the gym!”
“Then she can work part-time with me too,” he says smoothly, laughing softly now. “I am in need of an assistant.”
****
Satoru
It takes everything in Gojo not to kill your mother, not to act up and ruin her life, for hitting your pretty face. He can hardly hold himself together, seeing the surprise on your face, expecting a no. Expecting anything other than the relief in your face, how you clutch at your dress so tightly, reminding him of the night your dad split your lip.
He should have been the one to beat him.
“I could do that,” you say now – surprising him more. Your mom sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Surely that would look good? Me working with the Gojo corp?”
She looks at Satoru, who tugs you against him, wrapping an arm around your waist, feeling the tenseness of your body, how you tremble – why couldn’t he have protected you then, at their house? Why couldn’t he have done more, why did he let you alone with them?
He barely knew you then – but the writing was on the wall, if they treated you like this in public…
What had they done in private?
“Keep your gym job a secret, then,” she orders, you quietly nod. “Gojo is better than you deserve. What a waste of-”
“Why don’t you stop talking to my fucking wife that way?” Satoru cuts her off, and her lips close. “The only waste is you, here, waste of my fucking time.”
“Gojo, surely you-”
“Get away from her, and don’t let me fucking see you or your shit husband anywhere near her,” she steps back. “Go.”
She scoffs and stomps off, leaving you alone with Satoru, when he holds your face gingerly, wincing as he sees her ring left a mark. “You didn’t have to do any of that, Satoru.”
“I should have done more that night,” you go to disagree, but he cuts you off, kissing your lips, feeling you melt for him in a way you shouldn’t. Yet here you are, going weak in his hold. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
You sniffle, dragging him down for a kiss, he stumbles over to the wall, pressing you against it, sliding a possessive hand over your waist, tongue slipping in, taking over your mouth. You just cry out, in a way that has him ready to ruin you right against this wall, uncaring of anyone – other than he didn’t want anyone to even see you like that.
He already had to share you with one person.
“Fuck, forget this,” you say then, and he frowns, as you tug him by his tie, glaring at him. “I love you.”
He blinks then, words stuck in his throat. “Forget it?”
“Forget it,” you say again, he glares, kissing you and picking you up, until you’re in a bathroom, facing a mirror, him turning you so you can see him behind you. “Satoru we… can’t, we…”
“Forget it?” He says again, laughing darkly, kissing up your neck, wrapping an arm as he presses you against the marble counter. “You want me to fucking forget that you just said that?”
“Yes,” your eyes flutter shut, and Satoru bites your shoulder so hard it hurts. “Ah! You dick!”
“Do you not mean it?” He asks, voice a breathy little moan. “Open your eyes and fucking look at me.”
“I shouldn’t,” you do focus, then, your pretty eyes dark – pupils wide, as the words play over and over in his mind. “I shouldn’t say that.”
“You shouldn’t love me,” his voice breaks before he can stop it, sliding your dress up achingly slowly, pressing against you, feeling you tremble. “You know you shouldn’t.”
“Shut up, Satoru,” you turn your face, still reddened from your mother. “You act like I want to feel this way about you.”
“I know you don’t, sweetheart,” he says softly, hitching your thigh up over the counter, fingertips sliding along the slit of your panties, watching your head fall back against his chest. “You hate that you do.”
“Just fuck me,” you whisper, gasping out as he tugs your panties aside, and you’re already dripping wet. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Satoru eyes you levelly in the mirror instead, sinking two fingers inside your needy cunt, the one that is already gripping him, tacky walls so tight. “I can’t forget that. I won’t.”
“You have to…”
“No,” he sighs, inhaling your scent, his eyes catching yours in the mirror, moving his fingers inside you faster, watching you start to fall apart.
How could Satoru ever forget those words?
When he shouldn’t have ever gotten them? When he’s never gotten them in his entire life?
An ‘I love you’ from the one person who should hate him the most.
How can he forget, just fuck you, when he has to have you– possess you, take you over, in a way that’s insanity, in a way that has him whispering things he never fucking thought he would – your name, with a little laugh, over and over. He keeps repeating it softly, fingers plunging in and out of you – everything forgotten but this one singular moment.
Where he whispers those three words right back in your ear.
“I’ll take my time…” He says, laughing again, moaning as he feels you gushing, tightening up. “Savor every moment of you that I get.”
SUMMARY: just a bunch of saja boys NSFW prompts && drabbles. <3
PAIRINGS: SAJA BOYS/you, JINU/you, ABBY/you, ROMANCE/you, BABY/you, MYSTERY/you.
A/N: I KNOW I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO WRITE BUT AAAA I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. <3
the meanest. ♡
the one who’ll make you plead, make you cry from being edged for too long. slap your cunt when you cum against his wishes, but mocks you for cumming too quickly. will break you. degradation galore.
BABY, MYSTERY.
the nastiest. ♡
spit, public play; maybe make his members watch while he fucks you in full nelson. has a collection of you at your most depraved: a picture from above while you suck him off, his cock coated in your mess, the bulge of your throat when he has your head hanging from the edge of the bed.
MYSTERY, BABY.
the most obsessive—err, possessive. ♡
has you covered in his bites. loves to make you scream his name, remind you who you belong to. adores how you smell jus’ like him when you leave his room. will literally scare off other men that dared to look at your direction.
oh, and jerks off to your panties.
all of them tbh. | JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY.
the sweetest. ♡
puts you first. will have you cumming five times before he can even take his clothes off. takes his sweet, sweet time in ruining you. will talk you through it while he’s riding out your sixth orgasm with skilled, circular rolls of his hips.
ROMANCE. duh. who else.
the biggest . . 👀 ( with visual, please be advised! )
ABBY — do i even need to explain? 9 - 11 inches. he's big. thick and fucking veiny. #CE7788. manscapes. has heavy, fat balls that's 'nuff to smother you, probably. will bulge from your tummy. has a sensitive tip, too. certified cervix breaker.
JINU — 8 - 9 inches. so fuckin' girthy you can barely make your fingertips touch together. has a prominent vein that runs down his shaft whenever he's hard, especially when he's pent up. bruiser. #F1A5AA. trimmed, always has a happy trail. a little curved.
MYSTERY — 8 inches. pretty smooth with a bulbous tip. leaks a lot of pre. a lot. a little on the hairy side. he adores seeing your nose buried in those darker tufts. has sensitive balls. #E9A6B2.
ROMANCE — 8 inches. the prettiest dick eveeeeer. he prefers manscaping but if you ever asked him to, yk, be a little hairier, he'll definitely grow it out for you. maybe leaning towards the left. #B56182. plump balls. lighter at the shaft, pinker at the head. has some purplish veins running down along it when he's pent up.
BABY — 7 - 8 inches. trimmed. has a fat fucking tip. #CD9F8F. smooth, but will occasionally have some veins peeking through. not as girthy, but the length compensates. don't be fooled—BABY 100% knows how to use it. he has sensitive balls, too.
most likely to break the bed. ♡
ABBY. i don’t need to explain.
most likely to ruin you for anyone else.
will have you crawling back to him. metaphorically, literally—it doesn’t really matter. you’ll come back for more.
MYSTERY, JINU, ROMANCE, BABY, ABBY.
most likely to fuck you stupid. ♡
they'll have you sobbing, shaking while every drag of his cock's making you writhe. cradles your head while he's deep, deep in you in a mean mating press. jus' can't stop fuckin' you because your cunt's too good, your expressions just make his cock throb every time.
MYSTERY, BABY, ABBY, JINU, ROMANCE.
most blessedcursed with stamina. ♡
ABBY, JINU.
praise enthusiasts. ♡
JINU, ROMANCE, ABBY.
degradation enthusiasts. ♡
MYSTERY, BABY, JINU, ABBY.
loves seeing you beneath him - ♡ missionary, mating press, etc.
ROMANCE, JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY, BABY.
loves having you on top of him - ♡ cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, lotus, straddling his lap, etc.
ROMANCE, ABBY, JINU, BABY, MYSTERY.
orally fixated. ♡
ROMANCE, JINU.
will manhandle you. ♡
ABBY, JINU.
who cums the most?
ABBY, ROMANCE, JINU, MYSTERY, BABY.
teases the most.
all of them. | JINU, ABBY, ROMANCE, BABY, MYSTERY.
"mine,"
JINU's teeth sink into your skin. he can smell your arousal, smell that cunt. he's practically salivating, tongue nursing the harsh bites he'd bestow on your soft skin. patterned dexterity aids in wrapping your legs around his waist as he sheathes into you for the nth time tonight.
"only i can see you like this. you're so pretty. my pretty human,"
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
a thick bicep locks around your neck, squishing your cheeks in the process. your whimpers are more ragged, breathy, while ABBY's rutting into you from behind; hips slamming into you harshly again and again and again. "i love your fucking cunt. look at you, slutty girl. all you've done is—," his words are punctuated by a savage, punishing slam, and ABBY keeps himself sheathed, still.
"—cream all over my dick. are you sure you won't pass out— ♡ ?"
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
moans are too audible in your room, alongside loud, obscene squelching that were none other than MYSTERY's fingers pumping in and out of soaked pussy. trembles visibly run through your frail, human body as he curves his fingers up, against that spot. you were so close. so, so close, but he slides his fingers too quickly, and your hips are chasing the air.
"ah-ah-ah. not yet, my pretty slut."
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
fingers card through his soft locks, legs closing in on his head as his tongue flicks against your clit. the sting doesn't seem to bother ROMANCE, though, only digging into his favourite meal as he runs a long stripe of his tongue from your creamy slit up to your pillowy mons. "you taste so good, my love," he whispered, placing kisses on it.
"i don't wanna stop . . i love you, love tasting you . . "
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──
"n, no, do—!"
the bed creaks under your weight as you squirmed, legs kicking 'n back arching as BABY pinched your sensitive clit. "i told you not to cum. who let you cum, sweetheart? you're so cute, it's pathetic." smack! oh, fuck, the way your cunt twitches against the smack of his palm. fuck . . "s, sorry, 'm sorry . . " you hiccuped, looking at him with red, teary eyes. there was an attempt to close your legs, but a firm hand ensnares your knee; a warning guised in a thumb rubbing your puffy clit.
in which two pirates try to prove to you that they're the better one!
contains: pirate!satoru x islander!reader x pirate!ace, constant bickering over you because you're just so hot and smexy like that 🥰, pining and yearning because we DESERVE it, not quite lore-accurate to Ace's backstory because I'm not doing that to myself again okay 💔 let a girl have some smut in her life, we give satoru a lightning type devil fruit power because he can't be left out, reverse cowgirl, eating out, blowjob, p in v, unprotected, doggy style, and all the good stuff!
for @madamechrissy's crossover event, I had so much fun writing this omg thankyou for letting me 🧡 !
Also, I genuinely forgot who I got this animated divider from and whether they needed credit or not. If someone finds the exact same one, please tell me so I can give them credit if needed!
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Surely being childhood friends meant the trio would have similar interests?
Yeah... that's what you thought.
You couldn't say you hadn't seen it coming when Ace and Satoru proclaimed they wanted to be pirates, while you had wanted to be a baker your entire childhood. You also couldn't say you hadn't seen it coming when the two of them immediately got irritated and started beating each other up for the title of the better pirate.
But that was when they were ten years old! Nearly a decade later, you all were young adults. While you lived out your quiet, ideal life on the island the three of you had grown up on, residing in the cutest cottage right by the beach, the other two had become well-known names across the Grand Line. Their bounties were too high for you to comprehend; you assumed that they had grown out of their childish tendencies and become more serious because of the harsh waves and enemies.
Unfortunately, you know what they say about assuming. It makes an ass out of you and ming. (PLEASE CATCH THAT REFERENCE PLEEEEEEEEEEASEE)
"Look, look, I reached the shore first!"
You rubbed your hand over your face as you watched Satoru bound over the sand towards you, followed by Ace shortly behind. The bastard had leapt off the mast to beat Ace's ship, and you quite frankly didn't know how his legs weren't broken yet. He used his lightning underneath the soles of his shoes to speed him up as well, smiling widely at the sight of you waiting for them on the beach. Well, in his mind, only waiting for him.
"You fucking cheater!" Ace shouted behind him, using his flames to propel him forward as well. You dodged the two bullets by sidestepping and letting them fall into the sand, sighing at the sight of two major pirates acting like eight-year-old kids.
"I did not cheat, I used leverage!" Of course, Satoru couldn't let Ace be the only one showing off his powers, appearing in front of you faster than you could blink. You were then crushed onto the sand by two heavy men, groaning underneath their weight.
"Get off me!" You protested, voice muffled against one of their chests, honestly you couldn't tell anymore.
"Yeah, get off her, Satoru."
"Shut the fuck up."
The two only scurried off when you threatened not to give them dinner, dusting themselves off and following behind you like ducklings into your home and sitting down at your wooden table, the chairs probably too small for them, though they never complained. You placed the pan on the stove, finishing up the meal you always made for the two of them whenever they were over. You smiled to yourself as you watched them argue from over the countertops, dusting in the spices to your recipe.
"Okay, big shot, what did you get this time?" Ace acted bored, resting his head on his hand like he wasn't the least bit interested. You knew he was, though, considering that whatever Satoru had gotten for you this time would either outshine or undershine his gift.
"You probably couldn't even compare to it, by the way." he pulled out a small box from one of the many slips on his coat, its velvety coating shining in the light. By the looks of it, he'd probably gotten it from Loguetown.
"I probably could," Ace argued back, removing a similar box from the pocket in his pants, placing it on the table by Satoru's. You sighed with relief, bringing out three plates to the table.
"Thank god it's just jewelry," you groaned. "Last time, you gave me bags of gold."
"My pile was way bigger than his, too!" There Satoru went, starting up the argument again. "Actually, where are they?" The two looked around your house in confusion.
"I gave it to the mayor for charity-"
"Hey, that was for you!" Ace protested, folding his arms.
"It went to charity, Portgas."
"Still," he frowned, watching you serve the two of them with a smile. He knew you would have probably given it away somehow, but it still made him a bit sulky. "I wanted you to buy something for yourself."
"I did!" You protested, passing a spoon to Satoru and sitting down between them, starting to eat. "But you can't expect me to use all of that money. I could have probably bought out the entire island."
"Yeah, with my pile-"
"Shut up and eat, Toru," you smacked the back of his head lightly. A few more glares were exchanged before they settled down properly, the conversation finally starting to flow. Though most of it was just the two of them bickering, you always enjoyed sitting back and watching the yaoi unfold (One day, you swore, one day…). It was nice to see them coordinate their visits every few months or so, the three of you managing to spend at least a night together before returning to your ordinary lives.
The sight of them always made you feel bittersweet. You wondered what would have happened if you'd chosen to be a pirate instead. Sometimes, you found yourself staring wistfully at the sea as well, thinking about how surely a ship would be able to have a furnace to bake in. Maybe the three of you could have started your own crew, instead of you making them travel all the way to one of the islands on the Grand Line, making them pause from whatever quest they currently had going on. You knew how hard it was for them to get their hands on eternal log poses in the first place. Plus, pirate life seemed so much more exciting than customer service. The salt in the air, the wind in your face…
"Hellooooooo," Ace waved his hand in front of your face. "Are you listening?"
You snapped out of your Wattpad thoughts, blinking. "Yes, sorry, what?"
"Open them," Satoru nudged your foot with his, gesturing his head towards the boxes on the table. "And by them, I mean mine-"
Cutting him off, you simply opened the two of them simultaneously, taking away your breath twofold. Inside lay two almost identical rings, thin gold which you could tell had already been made to fit your finger perfectly. While Ace's had the prettiest ruby you'd ever seen, Satoru's had a glittering diamond, competing with the red stone for your attention.
Ace growled at Satoru, reaching over the table to try and choke him. Yes, violence is always the first reaction, king. "You're such a fucking copycat!"
"How was I supposed to know you were getting her a ring too?!" Satoru protested, clawing at the hands around his neck and sending zaps of electricity to shock the skin on Ace's hands. "Mine is just better than yours, that's why you're so salty."
"As if; she clearly likes red better than blue. Look, she's staring at my ring longer."
"No, diamonds are a girl's best friend; has nobody taught you that sentence? Oh wait, I forgot, you didn't go to school-"
"I love them."
They quieted down as they turned to you. You had placed both the rings on your fingers quietly while they were arguing, the ruby going on your left and the diamond on your right. You admired them with a smile wider and more precious than any jewel could account for, stealing their breath. "I love both of them. Thank you."
Satoru's cheeks turned red, stammering as he tried to act nonchalant. "Well, it's nothing, just some pocket change."
Ace agreed, small spits of flames already bursting up from the tips of his ears. "We're glad you like them, sweetheart."
A melancholy look passed over your face the more you stared at your rings, fighting back tears in your eyes before you even knew they were there. "…When are you guys leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning," Ace answered as if he hated it himself, leaning back against the chair with a defeated sigh. Satoru had already started removing his jacket and hat, flopping into your bed.
"Well, no use sulking about it," he patted the spot next to him, blowing out the candle on your bedside table. "Sleep. We'll still be here in the morning for you to say goodbye."
So you slept, sandwiched between a furnace and an ice block. Well, they slept, while you lay awake, staring up at your ceiling. You had bags underneath your eyes as you waved to them from the bay the next morning, the sun rising. The blue sea contrasted with the orange sun, exactly like the two boys waving back.
"No, but my ring was better, right?" Satoru yelled over the water, his voice carrying over the waves. You laughed as Ace yelled something incomprehensible to him, sticking up his finger as the ships sailed apart from each other.
You sat down on the bay and watched them leave, familiar tears stinging at your eyes once more. You seemed to be the only one who cried whenever they departed, but you just couldn't help it.
Sometimes you really wished you could go with them.
The next time, they reached your island a day early.
You clearly didn't know this, busy sunbathing in the soft evening light, finding the afternoon too hot for you. You lay some feet away from your house, lying flat on your back and letting out a contented sound. You stretched your arms above your head like a cat, slipping in and out of naps. You were taking in as much relaxation as you could get before the two fucking muppets decided to grace you with their presence again, making every aspect of your life far louder than it usually was.
You frowned as a shadow blocked your sun. You waited for a few seconds, hoping it was just a cloud, before opening your eyes and startling yourself with the sight of Ace and Satoru standing above you.
"What the fuck?" You yelped, skittering further into the sand.
"I should be asking you the same question!" Satoru grumbled, picking you up without a second thought, Ace rolling up the blanket and following you. "Why are you lying out there naked?"
"I'm not naked!" You protested, struggling in his grip. Ace tried to grab you from him, growling. "Why do you get to carry her bridal style?!"
"Because I got to her first." He stuck out his tongue at him before looking down at you pointedly. "You literally are."
"I'm wearing a bikini," you accentuated the word, as if teaching it to a toddler, watching his ears get redder and redder. God, it was cute. "And you guys weren't even here! How was I supposed to know not to wear this?"
"Oh, so you would wear it in front of the other villagers but not us?" Ace huffed, opening your door and shutting it behind him, locking it. Satoru put you down on the wooden floorboards before immediately looking away. It seemed that he had gotten shyer and shyer the longer he had been carrying you.
"Well, yes, the villagers have not been pining after me for ten years," you retorted, watching the sun already halfway set from outside your window. Dammit, you knew you should have gone sunbathing in the morning instead.
"Touche."
Ace shut his mouth as he saw your hands. "You're still wearing them?"
"Of course I am," you muttered defensively, holding your arms over your stomach. You were starting to get as red as Satoru, realising the partial state of undress you were in. The dark black strings that held the pieces of cloth over your body were strong, but not stronger than their patience. You could already see their gazes slowly tracing over your body, trying to stay subtle but failing miserably.
"God, you're such losers," you sulked, watching the sky turn darker and darker every moment. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming so early?"
"We wanted to surprise you, obviously," Satoru murmured under his breath, stepping closer to you and holding up your right hand, the one with his ring on your finger. "It looks pretty on you."
"Yes, I know," you found a smile reach your lips despite trying to stay mad at them, Ace moving closer to you too.
"Seriously though, which one of us got you the better ring?"
You groaned. "Not this again."
"But it has to be mine!" Satoru pouted. "It's a diamond!"
"So what if it's a diamond? My ruby shows my undying love and affection for her!"
"I really can't choose," You pouted. You'd spent a good amount of time pondering over which ring was the prettier one, but both of them looked so gorgeous that it was hard competition.
"Well, mine is a wedding ring!" Satoru blurted out, crossing his arms over his chest. "Take that."
"Mine is too!"
"No, it's not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"They're wedding rings?" You asked, jaw agape. No wonder they'd looked so flustered when you'd slipped them on so easily.
"Uh-huh, I got them from a whole marital shop and all."
"Oh, you're so special-"
"I'm not going to marry you," you interrupted them, their words dying in their throats like somebody had poured gallons of cold water right on top of their heads.
"…You're not?"
"Well, not yet!" You objected as they slowly started to corner you against the bed, devastated looks on their faces. "I mean, it's not like we're actually dating, right? We haven't even kissed or anything!"
"Right," Ace muttered, taking off his hat and tossing it somewhere in the room. "If we, say, were dating, then you would marry me?"
You were getting more flustered each second, your calves hitting the edge of your bed. You had nowhere left to run. "I mean, I don't know?" You started to nervously ramble, eyes flicking from Satoru to Ace and back. "Maybe? And I can't just do eenie meenie miny moe or something; look at the two of you, you'd die!"
"That's why we've been competing for so long!" Satoru complained, looming over you, close enough for you to feel his breath. "You just refuse to choose one of us, no matter how many things we do for you. We're on our wits' end here, baby."
"I can't do that," you tried to explain weakly. "You're both my best friends. There's nothing left for you to compete on."
"There is one thing," Ace tilted your chin to face him instead.
Your bikini was far too easy to get off.
You had to give them credit for how slow they moved, really. They'd given you every chance and another to move out of the way, to tell them to stop, to slap them and probably ban them from ever seeing you again, but you hadn't. No, you'd shivered when one had attached his lips to your neck, moaned against the other's kiss.
So, due to the consequences of your own actions, you were now you were pressed against Ace's back while Satoru ate you out like a starving man. Oh yes, and you were also getting pretty much dicked the fuck down. You let out the prettiest noises into Ace's neck, one hand grabbing onto his arm that encircled your waist, and the other threading harshly into Satoru's hair.
"Slow- fuck, slower-" you bit into the soft flesh of his neck, thighs tightening around Satoru's head before Ace forced them open. He continued to thrust his hips upwards into your welcoming pussy, using his grip on your body as leverage. His beads jingled lowly every time you bounced a bit too hard on top of him, squirming.
Satoru, meanwhile, was worshipping your clit like it was its own person. His lips had locked around the bead, sucking and slurping while fingers stretched open your entrance even further. He groaned as a burst of your slick fell across the bedsheet, lapping up whatever was still stuck to your body. To make it worse, he used his electricity on his tongue, giving you small shocks on your clit to stimulate your nerve endings further.
"Toru!" You jumped in surprise, causing Ace to moan and roll his head back against your headboard. "God, princess, don't do that."
"She can do what she wants," Satoru argued back, though a cocky grin was plastered on his face, giddy that it had actually worked. He continued to slurp against your pussy, Ace trembling as his thrusts became sloppy. "Please, I'm so close, oh my-"
Your legs instinctively clamped tightly against Satoru's face as you came, arching against Ace and riding out your orgasm on both his cock and Satoru's tongue. The orgasm hit you unexpectedly, washing over you with a force that caused you to go cross-eyed for a few seconds.
Satoru hummed into your core, both the vibrations and the sparks hitting Ace as well. He buried himself to the hilt, mouthing at your shoulder as he spilled inside of you, long ropes of cum covering your walls. When he pulled out, it dripped from your entrance sultrily.
"My turn," Satoru flipped you impatiently onto your knees, giving you a few seconds to catch your breath before teasing your entrance with his tip. It was already flushed red from how much he'd been rutting into the bed, stroking himself while eating you out. He pushed himself in slowly, already going dumb at just the feeling of your walls around him. "Fuuuckk-"
Ace pulled you closer to him by the back of your neck as Satoru eased in, his cock already hardening up once more. He didn't have to say more; your hand grabbed the base of it and stroked.
When Satoru pushed all the way in, you jerked forward, mouth hitting the tip of Ace's flushed cock. It was flared, sensitive from his previous orgasm. Each thrust from Satoru pushed you further towards the man in front of you, your mouth parting to swirl your lips around him.
"So, doll," He leaned forward till his chest reached your back, hand moving around your stomach to play with your overstimulated clit, still coated with his saliva. "Who does it better?" You couldn't really answer through your mouthful of fucking dick, Ace using your hair to bob your head up and down his length.
"Me," Ace choked out, hips bucking up into your throat. Tears prickled at your waterline as you struggled not to gag. The squelching sounds were filthy, pushing your hips back to match Satoru's pace.
"I won't choose between the two of you," you pulled back for air, thumbing his slit and spitting on it. "I can't just break us apart like that."
"Don't be- fuck, don't tighten on me like that, baby," Satoru's eyes rolled back as you clenched around him like a vice, hands moving to play with Ace's balls gently. Anything to make them shut up, god, did they ever stop talking?
Clearly not, seeing as Satoru was a babbling mess in the moments before he was about to come. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as if he couldn't help it, hating that he got turned on by the way Ace whimpered against his arm and came into your mouth, white dribbling out from the corner of your mouth. Hating that it practically drove him to the edge, squeezing your tits and waiting for you to come so he could a second later. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm walls, releasing spurts of seed right into your womb.
You felt it leak out even while he was still inside you, mixing with Ace's cum and dribbling down your thighs. You swallowed whatever you could, holding onto Ace's thighs while you enjoyed your blissful orgasm once more, skin sticky with sweat.
Falling onto each other, the only sound you could hear in the room was the mutual panting and sighs. Just when you thought it was getting too quiet, you saw them open their mouths to speak once more.
Absolutely not. You covered both their mouths with your hands, rolling onto your stomach and throwing Satoru onto the other side. "I said," you repeated, softer this time. "I won't choose. I can't."
Your fingers traced patterns on their chests, rings glinting on your hands like trophies, breathing into the pillow like oxygen was a limited resource. "You guys don't understand, I can't just like one of you better than the other. We grew up together. Both of you are everything to me." You stiffened, waiting for chaos, but were surprised to hear only quiet sighs instead.
"Okay," Ace pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. His voice was quieter now, even though he really did want to protest when Satoru moved to hug you from the back, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
"If you don't want to," he trailed lazy kisses up the column of your neck. "I don't think there's any way to convince your stubborn ass."
"Excuse me?" You turned and swatted at his head, causing him to giggle. When your nose touched his hair, you smelt the sea salt from his time on the ocean, your longing hitting you once more.
"What's wrong?"
"…I think I might want to be a pirate too," You muttered shyly, remembering all the times you'd berated them for wanting the same thing. Looks like it had come back to bite you in the ass.
"Join my crew."
The two overlapping voices broke the peaceful serenity you had finally built up through your afterglow. You let out a frustrated sob as they glared at each other from over your body. Fuck, you shouldn't have said anything.
"No, Ace, she's going to join my crew."
"Suck my dick, as if I'd ever let that happen!"
Might not be my best work, but Pirate Satoru is the absolute goat. Now I just need to commision a fanart of Ace kissing Satoru and we're perfect 🥰
Doing a bit of research is so fun to do every once in a while: I have come to the conclusion that the location of Wasabi Warriors (if you seen Kickin’ It, you would know what this is) and Cobra Kai are 321 miles apart from each other well, their filming locations for their dojos are. I can safely bet that Wasabi Warriors would go against them or Miyagi-Fang first in the tournament.
Where their locations are stated in the shows:
San Fernando - The Karate Kid; Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Fang
San Jose - Wasabi Warriors and Black Dragons
How far apart of these locations in real life:
three hundred twenty-one (321) miles
five hundred seventeen (517) kilometers
How long would it take you to travel:
5 hours 3 minutes - the shortest time
6 hours 49 minutes - the longest time
I know it’s not going to be canon but I just love the idea of envisioning it happening! Alright, enough of me yapping for now and let me hear what you guys think of this - whatever this is..
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