a very drunk frat!kuna tells you how much he adores his shy girlfriend
the frat parties at your university were insane. so much to the point, a lot of people considered it a party school, though, you always argued that they have excellent academic programs as well. those were overlooked the second the info for the next function was posted. your boyfriend and his friends were hosting one and he wanted you there with him. you complied, only if there was something in it for you. he promised he’d make it up to you somehow, so here you were.
the music blared through the mansion, it was so loud you could feel each vibration thumping in your head. the air was heavy with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. people were dancing, chatting, some even jumping into the pool. your boyfriend was no where to be found. you walked past a cluster of people in the kitchen playing beer pong. he wasn’t there. you searched upstairs, nothing. where did he go? did he abandon his own party?
you finally found him in a corner by the side door, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window. you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumped and immediately gaping at you in horror.
“woahhhh there. please watch it. please,” he slurred. you blinked at him, confused.
“what do you mean?”
he didn’t even bother sparing you another glance. “i have a girlfriend. so respectfully, keep your hands to yourself.”
you snorted and stared at him in disbelief. was this some sort of prank?
“where is this girlfriend of yours?” you asked sarcastically.
“i dunno, she went off somewhere. i’ve been looking for her actually, miss her.” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in disappointment. you were amazed at his commitment to this bit. surely he was just poking fun at you, right?
“i miss smelling her hair. she doesn’t know it, but her smell always smells really, really nice.” he rubbed his eye and yawned. “fuck it, i could sniff her nice smell alll day.”
“ah yes, you could sniff her nice smell and smell it forever.” you repeated in disbelief . you’ve never actually seen sukuna drunk before. he was quite the prankster it seemed like.
he squinted at you before grunting. “is something funny? are you making fun of my girlfriend?” he asked pointedly. you giggled before you realized he was dead serious. this wasn’t some prank he was playing, he genuinely thought he was talking to some stranger. who was making fun of his girlfriend. and her smell. which was apparently nice.
“no no, of course not. in fact, tell me more about her.” you replied, keeping your voice light. this was a chance to see how he really viewed you. who knew, maybe he liked you outside or your nice smell.
“she’s so cute. you know, she’s my tutor too. funny how that worked out. i was supposed to be bringing my grades up, but i walked out with a wholeee new distraction.” he sighed happily. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“oh?”
he nodded, eyes looking off on the distance dreamily. “she’s a little shy, yeah, but when she gets comfortable with you… damn it’s the best. i’d sell my left kidney to see her right now.”
“sell…your left kidney?” …what? how did he jump to selling kidneys?
“right is fine too. i’m not very picky.” he shrugged.
“that’s not what i—nevermind.” you shook your head. it was pointless to reason with him now. he was still staring off like a little lover boy deep in thought, not realizing the girl he was yearning for was right in front of him.
“no one could everrr come close to her,” he declared, words slurring even more now. “or her nice smell.”
“bummer.” you deadpanned. “want me to help you find her?”
his eyes lit up and he turned his head to look at you, really look at you for the first time in the conversation. he froze as it all dawned on him.
“hello ‘kuna. guess you found me?” blush crept up on his ears as he averted his gaze.
“shut up,” he muttered. “i didn’t know.” it was like the embarrassment alone sobered him up.
“i know. you were too busy staring off in the distance and yapping about how amazing i am.” you giggled as the blush rose to his cheeks and he sighed.
“i’m never gonna hear the end of this, will i?”
“nope! take whatever you were planning before, and double it. no—” you smile grew even wider. “triple it.”
he sighed and wrapped his arm around you and buried his nose in your hair. “yes ma’am.”
you grinned at him. “that’s more like it.” he grunted in response and you froze. “sukuna, are you sniffing me right now?”
‧₊ ˚⊹ gojo loves seeing you wear his blindfold 18+
note written for this request ! hope u enjoy it cutie this was so fun to write need him to do this to me soooo bad genuinely
cw sensory deprivation (you can't see anything), satoru is very caring & he calls u baby/babe/good girl, oral f receiving, pinv, creampie
the door to your apartment clicked open, followed by the heavy, exhausted sigh that almost always accompanied satoru after returning from a special-grade mission.
usually, the moment he crossed the threshold, that silky black blindfold of his was immediately shoved into his pocket. he always kept it off around you, especially when things got intimate.
“i want to see all of you, baby,” he’d murmur against your skin, those infinite blue eyes tracking every change in your skin temperature and every tiny twitch of your body. he claimed that looking at you was the only thing that truly rested his mind, gave his six eyes a chance to look at something pretty, for once.
tonight, though, as he wandered into your shared bedroom, he stopped at the foot of the bed. you were propped up against the pillows, nose in a new book, in one of his oversized shirts. gojo thought you just looked so cute like that, plush thighs crossed over each other as you gave him a warm smile. he watched you for a moment, his fingers reaching up to the hem of his blindfold. he began to slip it off, but as the fabric pooled in his palm, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
before you could bookmark your place, the mattress dipped. he leaned over you, gently plucking the novel from your hand and placing it on the nightstand.
“hey—” you started, but the protest died in your throat.
satoru caught your jaw in his hand, tilting your face up as he leaned down and kissed you. though, it wasn't his usual need, post-misson hunger, no. this time was slower, more deliberate. a gentle melting of your lips that caught you completely off guard and made your breath hitch in your throat. you sank into the mattress, your hands automatically finding the fabric of his uniform as he took his time with you, tongues dancing across one another in a messy tango.
when he finally broke away, it was agonisingly slow. a thin, silver strand of saliva connected your glossy lips to his in the dim light from the bedside lamp. he smirked, thumb wiping the corner of your mouth before trailing down to hold the back of your neck gently.
then, you felt the smooth material of his blindfold brush against your forehead. before you could even begin to register what he was doing, satoru slid the dark fabric over your eyes. the world instantly went pitch-black, the cool silk a stark contrast against your suddenly burning skin. instinctively, your hands flew up to touch it.
“satoru… what are you doing?” your voice cracked, a sudden spike of adrenaline making your heart hammer against your ribs.
he caught your wrists effortlessly in one hand, pinning them gently (but still firmly) above your head against the pillows. you heard a low, rumbling chuckle reverberate in his chest before your felt the warmth of his breath against your ear.
“shhh,” he cooed, his voice a velvet purr, sending shivers scampering straight down your spine. “you trust me, don't you, baby?”
locked in darkness, your senses were already so heightened. you could smell the familiar musk of cologne and sweat that clung to him; you could hear the rustle of his clothes as he shifted over you. swallowing hard, you tilted your head up blindly towards his voice and nodded.
“good girl,” satoru whispered, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw. he released your wrists, his large, warm hands instead sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. “lay back and let me make you feel good, yeah?”
the darkness was absolute, turning every second into an agonisingly slow waiting game. unable to see him, your world narrowed down entirely to the heat of his body hovering over yours.
he didn't rush. his steady hands slid down your thighs, dragging the hem of your shorts up just enough to press his palm flat against the centre of your heat. even through the fabric, he could feel that you were already soaked, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he applied a rhythmic, teasing pressure against your clit.
“look at you,” he murmured, voice low. “so sensitive.”
leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck, he bit gently at the sensitive skin there before trailing a path of wet kisses down to your collarbone. his hands moved to the edge of your t-shirt, tugging lightly.
“arms up for me, baby,” he instructed softly.
and you obeyed instantly; of course you did. when you were lying underneath him, totally at his mercy, you almost had no choice but to comply with his orders. you lifted your hands as he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere on the floor. a moment later, your shorts followed. now, you were entirely naked, save for the thick fabric of his blindfold securely covering your eyes.
without your sight, your other senses flared up—hyper-aware of every little sensation. every small brush of his calloused fingers over your skin felt like an electric shock. every ghost of his breath against your bare stomach made you shiver, goosebumps breaking out across your arms and legs. you could hear the rustle of the bedsheets, the sound of his breathing, his maddeningly slow movements.
without warning, his tongue swiped across your sticky cunt in a hot, wet strip. you arched off the bed with a sharp cry, fingers tangling in the sheets. satoru chuckled against your inner thigh, holding your hips down securely as he parted your sappy folds with his tongue. he began to eat you out slowly, carefully, tongue swirling over your clit and dipping inside your needy hole with perfect precision. it felt incredible, magnified tenfold by the pitch-black void you were floating in. all of your senses were captured by his mouth on your pussy, the only thing you could feel in this moment. all you could do was helplessy rock your hips against his mouth, whimpering his name as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your lower stomach.
as he lapped at you like a man starved, the waves of an orgasm began to peak. and then, he pulled away.
“s-satoru!” you whined, reaching out for him.
a soft laugh emanated from him. “not just yet, babe.”
the sudden absence of his touch was all but infuriating and, without your eyes to guide you, the silence stretching between you felt huge. you didn't know what was going to happen next, where or how he was going to touch you. you just lay there, utterly breathless, ready to take whatever he was going to give you.
the wobbling mattress underneath you snapped you out of your thoughts, followed by the unmistakable ziiiiip of him undoing his trousers. your mind didn't even have time to process the sound before the tip of his cock dragged a mind-bendingly slow line right through your slick, brushing heavily against your clit. he groaned directly into your ear, the deep sound vibrating throughout your entire body and sending a violent tremor down your neck. your cunt practically throbbed with desperation, your breathing ragged and shaky, eager for the friction.
“please,” your voice broke on the miserable word.
gojo caught your lips in a kiss just as he pushed his hips forward, sliding into you all at once. it was a stretch that made you moan into his mouth. he paused, letting you relish in the sheer fullness of him stretching you open, anchoring you to the bed.
when he did finally begin to move, he took it nice and slow. it was so different to how the two of you normally fucked—desperate and animalistic—and so, so good. each thrust was intentional, burying himself deep inside you before pulling back until he was almost entirely out, only to shove himself back into you until his cock was hitting the spongy spot inside of you that made your eyes screw shut in pleasure. your arms came up to entwine themselves in his silky hair as your velvety walls fluttered around his length, eliciting a drawn-out groan from him.
he kept the pace achingly gentle, his lips never leaving your skin, kissing your jaw, your cheeks, your temple, all while his voice poured a never-ending waterfall of tender praise into your ear.
“doing so good for me…” he rasped, hips rolling against yours. “so—ngh—wet for me, baby.”
you whined out, legs wrapping tightly around his firm waist to pull him infinitely deeper, your hands clutching at his hair.
“this feel good? tell me,” he demanded softly, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip. your nodded frantically, unable to form words as the friction began to light the sparks in your belly that threatened to burst into roaring flames. satoru looked down at you, taking in the contrast of his own blindfold draped so beautifully over your tear-stained face. “you look so— fuck— so pretty like this, with my blindfold on you.”
after a while, his strokes became all too much to bear. with his compliments ringing in your ears and every sensation being absolute ecstasy, it wasn’t long before your walls clamped down tight around him as the coil in your stomach shattered.
“fuck— satoru— s’good, gonna cum—”
a loud, shattered sob left you as your orgasm crashed over you in rolling waves, his name a mantra on your lips mixed with breathless moans and whimpers.
hearing you break, satoru lost his dominating grip on his control. he moaned loudly, pace snapping into fast, messy thrusts. he drove himself into you only once, twice more until he hit his own limit. with a choked groan against your neck, his body stiffened as he came inside of you, filling you completely and utterly up.
the rapid thud of his heart gradually slowed against your own chest as he remained draped over you for a while, letting the lingering warmth of the climax settle between you both. he was quiet for a long moment as you breathed him in, his forehead resting against yours.
with a contented sigh, he pushed himself up on his elbows. his hands, which had been so firm and demanding just moments before, were incredibly gentle as they reached for the blindfold on your face.
“let’s get this off you, baby,” he murmured, voice gravelly.
he carefully slipped the fabric up and off of your eyes. the dim, warm light of the bedroom flooded back in. immediately, you buried your face in his neck so as to dull the piercing sensation.
“so bright,” you whimpered into his skin.
one of his hands cradled the back of your neck as he shifted your bodies so that you were laying in each other’s embrace. when you finally looked up at him, he was already looking down at you—those striking blue eyes were soft yet bright, filled with an overwhelming sense of adoration. a sleepy smile graced his lips as he brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.
he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “you did so well, baby. sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. i got the idea and i couldn't help myself.” his smile became more shy.
he was so utterly breathtaking like this—all sweaty and shining under the incandescent light, milky cheeks tinged a pretty pink. “don't apologise, toru,” you gently flicked him on the forehead. “that was so good.”
gojo breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing. “okay, good. i’m glad you liked it.”
you couldn't help but laugh at his response. a full-bellied laugh that shook the two of you.
“what?!” he looked shocked. “why was that funny?”
“you’re saying you couldn't tell if i enjoyed it even after i literally just came all over you?” you giggled and satoru rolled his eyes jokingly.
“yeah, yeah whatever,” he pulled you close, into his chest. “never hurts to check.”
sneaking around with best friend!geto is all fun and games until pretty girls start feeling up his biceps at the bar :(
“someone jealous?” gojo snickered in your ear, slinking up by your side as he waved the bartender over to order another obnoxiously fruity and brightly-colored beverage while you nursed your own suddenly bitter drink.
“yeah, you,” you sarcastically muttered, refusing to feed into his (correct) suspicions that you were sleeping with your mutual friend. the year you’d spent between geto’s sheets didn’t make you his girlfriend though.
not that you ever asked to be either.
“come on,” he goaded, his hip bumping into yours as he cocked his head towards where geto was currently getting groped by a manicured hand. “i know you want to pry him away.”
“so you can grab him next?” you teased, trying to deflect as you twisted around just for his hand to cage you in between his broad frame and the bar top. his pretty blue eyes were fuzzy though, pupils blown wide as you realized that maybe what he’d been sipping on tonight weren’t mocktails after all.
“nah,” he grinned, white teeth glinting as he leaned in lower. “think i’d rather grab you.”
“how much have you had to drink?” you exhaled, eyes drifting down to his glossy lips, lingering there a little longer than they should.
“enough to want a taste of you,” he shamelessly smirked at his attempt to be seductive, his palm sliding up your side as if it always had a place there.
you’d never taken any of his flirting seriously.
but maybe you should’ve.
considering whether or not imploding your situationship over sleeping with your other friend as gojo’s fingertips gracefully slipped down to disappear underneath your dress.
“you’re touching something of mine,” a honeyed voice interrupted with a drawn-out huff, but gojo didn’t pull away.
and a new idea blossomed, your mouth curling up as you glanced between the two men too busy glaring at each other to notice the sparkle in your stare.
what better way to punish your man by showing him just how swiftly a certain someone else would swoop in to steal you?
“boys,” you hummed, clicking your tongue. “don’t you know how nice Paris is right now?”
fratjo is the type of guy to post “catch flights, not feelings✈️🙏” on his insta story with a picture of the airport then go cry in the aisle seat while thinking about you because you rejected him last week
𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.
𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.
𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.
hair color: i have a split dye, one side is my natural brown the other side is pink and green
favorite colors: pink and green (shocker, i know)
favorite drink: big fan of ice water
one thing you love about yourself: my own sense of humor, i genuinely believe i’m the funniest person on the planet
if you could be any animal, what would you be: a chihuahua specifically owned by myself or my husband. we love our little ratdogs 🫶
dream place to visit: i’ve always wanted to go to new zealand, ireland and greece
one thing you’re looking forward to right now: i’m going to the beach tomorrow!
my biggest dream: i’d love to own an animal rescue 🥺
song permanently on repeat: currently summer disease by millington
no pressure tags: @satorusdollie @satorusdreamer @hotties4gojo @satoruined @lunarkyn @oporotheca @iamsoclone @serpenttine @plaguecxlt @siennayaps + whoever would like to join
sorry just thinking about toji with a huge dick. that’s all
mdni.
“poor thing…had she forgotten me already?” toji’s fingers sink into the plush of your thighs, wrenching them even further apart as he lets his tongue roll out, a fat wad of spit splashing! against your puffy cunt.
you whine loudly, big eyes glancing down to where your bodies connect, or rather, attempting to, toji’s fat tip has barely made it past your impossibly tight first ring of muscle. it happens every time he leaves on a mission for too long— without his dick stretching your pretty hole daily, making it fit after a while is always a hardship.
“tojiiii—” your lips curl into the cutest pout, before they part again in a moan when he rolls his hips, a couple more inches managing to get swallowed by your pretty cunt. “thaaaat’s it,” he hums gruffly. “nice and slow, eh? aren’t you glad i’m going easy on you?”
you nod, fingers finding toji’s face, sliding up his cheek before getting tangled in his raven locks. he doesn’t even need you to tell him, folding over and effectively dwarfing you underneath him, lips finding yours in a filthy kiss. he uses the distraction to his advantage to thrust in further, greedily swallowing your cry as he licks inside your mouth.
you’re so wet there’s barely any friction against your walls, but his girth is so impressive you need a while to adjust. “please tell me you’re all the way in,” you gasp, open mouth moving against his. toji laughs, laughs at your wishful thinking.
“all the way in? ‘m barely over halfway in, gotta be a big, brave girl for me and take it all, hm? gonna do that for me?”
your other hand finds his shoulder, nails digging into the bloated muscle to leave red crescents. “j-just be quick, i want you to fuck me.”
his lips twist in a dangerous grin. “that, i can do.”
because when he finally does manage to bottom out, his merciful facade flies right out of the window. the moment his heavy balls meet the fat of your ass, he’s manhandling your legs up, up, up until your knees are brushing the sides of your face.
“toji, oh god— ah!” your head falls back against the pillows, neck forced at an awkward angle as he positively rearranges your guts. the sounds he coaxes out of your squelching pussy are sinful, sprays of slick coating his pelvis more with every angry thrust.
“theeeere she is,” he groans, full mouth of pearly whites on show as he grins, a crazed glint in his emerald eyes as he watches his cock disappearing and getting hugged by your snug walls over and over again. “see? just needed her toji to be gentle to take me like the naughty little thing she is.”
and it doesn’t take long for you to not be able to form an articulate sentence, let alone a thought, slurring and babbling toji’s name over and over in-between your screams of pleasure. his fat thumb draws tight, mean circles over your swollen clit, pad sliding smoothly after being stuffed in your mouth to get it all nice and wet.
“—mmh cum, m’ gonna cum!” you choke out right before your orgasm overtakes you, crashing into you so violently. you squeeze him so hard toji worries for a split second you might actually cut his dick off, but the thought is soon washed away by his own release, balls and abs tightening as he spills inside you.
he stays still for a few minutes after, hovering over you and panting until his arms feel too heavy, but he still makes sure to gently lower your legs before collapsing on the mattress next to you. you immediately curl into his side, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you feel his cum oozing out of your spent hole.
“y’know,” toji speaks up after a while, folding an arm under his head. “i feel like she needs a bit more stretching, i was away for a long time, wasn’t i? gotta get her back in shape.”
with that, you realized your night was far from done.
/ big dick toji we love you also two posts in a day? never happening again
you and toji teach little gumi how to do shadow puppets…except he accidentally summons his demon dogs?! ( ˶°ㅁ°)
part 2 of my 1k celebratory series, enjoy!
content: husband!toji x reader, dad!toji fluff, 4 y/o megumi, a little inaccurate to canon towards the end ♡⸝⸝ word count: 1.8k
“…okay…and if you move your second hand like this…”
you’re sat on the floor of four-year-old megumi’s tiny bedroom, trying to demonstrate how to do shadow puppets while he watches and follows along.
the room is dimmed down, the only light coming from the lamp in the far corner. it illuminates the nearby surroundings, soft light spilling across the far wall and the sparse stickers and posters that are blue-tacked across it.
toji passes the room, raising a brow and pausing to lean against the doorway, his mouth curling into an amused smirk.
“…what are you doing?”
“trying to teach gumi how to do shadow puppets!” you say, turning to face your husband. “he seemed interested when some of the other kids did them at nursery, so i figured….” you trail off, too occupied with the shadow bunny you’re attempting to form.
toji opens his mouth but doesn’t quite speak. instead, he watches the scene in front of him in silence: you, sat cross-legged with your tongue pressed between your lips in concentration, and little megumi by your side, his facial expression matching yours. his chubby fingers fold over each other in an attempt to copy your movements, and the boy’s spiky hair is still damp from his bedtime shower. loose strands stick to the sides of his face here and there as he grumbles in concentration. you hear a tiny grunt from your husband in what you can only assume is a teasing scoff before you hear the sound of him sitting down in the doorway.
you pause, looking up and throwing toji a look of mild confusion.
“what? i can’t join in?” he murmurs, a tiny grin pulling at his scarred lip. despite his confident tone, you can see the tiniest flicker of uncertainty in his harsh features, like he's not quite sure if he should intrude on this moment.
you sigh empathetically, but choose to keep your tone teasing to match his. “fine, but you better actually try.”
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half an hour or so later, megumi’s mastered every animal shadow puppet you’ve shown him so far with almost no difficulty: first the bunny, then the elephant, and finally the frog. toji, on the other hand, is still struggling with the bunny.
to be fair to him, at least he’s trying, but nonetheless his results so far have been lacking.
"how did you just—" he grumbles, dark brows furrowed as you demonstrate more. the sight is laughable: your huge husband hunched over himself, his large hands pressed against each other in a poor attempt at forming a shadow bunny. each time he’d struggled with a shadow puppet, megumi would form it with little-to-no difficulty, a flicker of silent pride in his expression.
“good job gumi!” you coo, ruffling the mess of dark spikes on his head.
toji grunts, throwing you a side glance before muttering, “there’s no way the kid enjoys this. i thought this was supposed to be fun.”
“don’t be silly, toji. it is fun for him, can’t you see?” you roll your eyes playfully at the scowl fixed on his face.
the three of you continue like that for a while. you demonstrate how to do several more shadow puppets to little megumi, who nods determinedly before copying your actions. a comfortable silence settles over you all, save for the occasional grumble or frustrated comment from toji as he struggles yet again with another shadow puppet.
now, megumi’s attempting to form a wolf, his chunky hands pressed together firmly. his eyes are fixed on your hands, thick lashes batting with each blink as he observes your movements attentively.
toji lets out a loud, unceremonious yawn, scratching his neck before lazily casting a glance at megumi and you.
“i’m hungry.”
you and megumi both look up in sync, the four year old giving toji a grumpy glare for ruining his concentration.
“you cannot be serious. we finished dinner an hour ago!” you protest.
“and?” he shrugs, clearly unfazed by the unimpressed looks both you and megumi are giving him. he stretches before standing up and walking off to the kitchen, but not without addressing his son over his shoulder. “just keep up the good work while i’m gone, kid.”
you sigh, exasperated, and turn to face megumi, who’s clearly anything but pleased by the disruption.
“it’s okay. he’s being silly, just ignore him.” you murmur, trying to draw his attention away from his gluttonous father and back to the half-complete wolf shadow he’s projecting onto the wall. he does so (albeit reluctantly) and turns his head away from the doorway, cheeks puffed out a little in determination as he faces you again.
after a few minutes, he seems to have mastered the wolf shadow puppet completely. despite his serious expression, there's a flicker of enthusiasm in his eyes as he peers up at you for approval.
"well done, megs!" you beam. "when your dad gets back from the kitchen we can show him, 'kay?" megumi perks up slightly at the mention of showing his dad, his face showing a hint of interest.
you smile at that before gently encouraging him to keep practicing while you both wait for toji's return. megumi continues testing out the different shadow puppets, letting the light from the lamp cascade over his hands and onto the wall behind him in uneven flickers. with each hand movement, a new shadow animal appears, and a comfy sense of quiet settles over the room as he continues to test out each newly-learned animal shadow puppet.
first the bunny. then the frog. then the bird. then the elephant.
his movements are surprisingly precise for a four-year-old, and each action seems meaningful, calculated. truthfully, it shouldn't come as that much of a shock to you, considering his unusual levels of patience, but it still does.
you hear the sound of toji's footsteps approaching and megumi immediately stops the shadow puppet that he's practicing, straightening up and turning to face the doorway as your husband comes into view.
toji immediately raises a brow, eyes flicking between your face and then megumi's determined expression.
"what's up, kid?" he leans against the doorframe, mild interest settling over his features as he gestures towards the wall. “how’s it going?”
"he learned a new shadow puppet and wants to show you. isn't that right, megs?" you smile at the boy encouragingly and he nods. he then turns his body towards the far wall and the lamp once more, clasping his hands together to form the wolf shadow puppet once more with surprising speed and skill.
it's almost exactly the same as the past few times he’s practiced it, except for one thing. this time, shadows seem to surround him, trailing up his legs and then around his arms and hands. once the smoke-like shadows disperse, you're met with a very strange sight.
right there, in the centre of the room, stand two wolf-like dogs, their thick fur still half-shrouded in the remaining shadows. they seem to be puppies seeing as they’re much too small to be fully-grown, and yet they reach up to megumi’s waist in height already.
they pause at the sight of the new environment, cocking their heads in interest and taking in the interior of the room. one of the two, the one with white fur, turns to face megumi with its tongue stuck out, panting heavily. soft streaks of ivory are scattered across its body, the shades standing out more obviously in the warm light. the other puppy, the one with jet-black fur, simply nudges its head against megumi’s leg before sniffing at his pj pants in curiosity.
megumi stands frozen in the middle of them looking mildly confused before a tiny, pleased grin settles on his face. carefully, he reaches a hand out and lets the two eagerly lick at his fingers, then experimentally tries to pet them. he watches the dogs carefully, eyes wide and brows furrowed, as though determinedly trying to study their reactions. each pet he gives them is met with an excited yip, which spurs him on to continue rubbing their heads and ears in turn.
you turn to face your husband, surprise written all over both of your faces.
"…so i'm guessing that wasn't part of what he'd practiced?" he grins, the scar on his lip curling as he does so.
"no!" you laugh breathlessly, smiling at him and pushing yourself off of the floor so that you can stand by his side. he looks notably pleased, his features a fraction softer and a hint of pride lingering in his smile.
you’d already known about your husband’s previous worries, about how he’d been shunned from his own clan for his lack of a cursed technique during his childhood. and while you’d tried to reassure him that it would be okay, that megumi would be just fine regardless of whether he inherited a cursed technique or not, you knew that deep down the matter weighed on toji’s mind much more than he’d let on.
toji pulls you to his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you both watch megumi giggle with the puppies, letting them sniff and nudge his hands with their heads.
“i can’t believe he got his cursed technique just like that,” you smile, a sense of pride welling in your chest before you turn to meet toji’s gaze. his eyes soften almost imperceptibly as they rest upon yours. “…we did well, huh?” you murmur.
“you did well, you mean.” toji replies, shaking his head a little. “i was awful at those puppet things. he wouldn’t have learned a thing from me.”
“pffft.." you sigh contentedly, leaning your head a little further into your husband's shoulder.
you both stand there like that, fondness filling your chest at the sight of the two puppies rushing around megumi, both of their silhouettes casting shadows onto the bedroom wall behind them in the lamplight.
after about ten minutes or so, the puppies seem to be worn out, snuggled together comfortably on the carpet. megumi is sat between them both, busy testing out a few of the other shadow puppets you’d shown him, as though trying to see whether he can summon any more animals.
when none of them work, he seems to consider his next options for a second before instinctively clenching his fists together and holding them out in front of him, a determined expression on his chubby face.
“um…toji, why is he clenching his fists like that..?”
author's notes: sorry for any inaccuracies !! i tried to make it work but certain bits may not fully follow the canon (like the ending, it was just to be funny) ><
also sorry if the end half is a little weird/cringey agh
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rainy cuddles with satoru | my approach to this art!
on long days like these, when the rain is pouring outside, the wind howling, and you feel overall ‘meh,’ there was only one person you sought.
“satoru…” you groaned softly, collapsing onto the mattress beside him.
he was lying in bed, night routine finished, freshly showered and smelling like something expensive yet woodsy & fruity, looking effortlessly hot as always. his arm tucked behind his head, toned physique on display, and swiping through his feed with low chuckles.
“can you believe megumi has a girlfriend now?? thought that kid would neverrrr date. oh–and nanami is getting married next year, think i’ll be his best man? wait, obviously, who else would he have? heard the reception is gonna be small—”
“satoru…” you called again, this time more insistent and needy.
he looked up this time, blabbering stopping, before his lip twitched. knowing that tone, you wanted something. and whatever it was, he was more than happy to oblige. “yeah, baby?”
“want you…”
“you want me? or do you need me?”
the correction was instant.
“need you.”
that hit him square in the chest. to satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, that distinction meant everything. you didn’t just want him, you needed him. needed his affection, his strength, his protection. and while he loved your independence, he loved feeling needed, especially by you.
“c’mere then, pretty girl, i’m waitin'.” the phone was tossed without a second thought, his arms stretched open for you, and when you were within reach, he pulled you on top of him and instantly attacked your face with a frenzy of soft kisses.
“toru!” you giggled, trying to squirm away from the attack.
he smiled between the kisses, strong arms wrapped tightly around you, not letting you escape. “there it is; make that sound instead.” he paused, that smile turning teasing now.
“well, unless it’s the ones you make when i’m inside you.”
your skin heated instantly; he did not.
“i don’t make sounds.”
“you do.”
“for instance–” he cleared his throat. and you already knew where this was going. “ah, ah, ahhh–too much, pleasee toru hard–”
you smacked a hand over his mouth, silencing his embarrassing and dramatic mockings of your moans. “toru!”
“see, there’s that voice,” he grinned, pulling down your hand slowly, but not before pressing a soft kiss against your palm.
god, he was annoying, and solely yours.
“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby."
"it’s hot when you get all ‘chimpmunk-y.’”
“chimpmunk-y?!”
“yeah. that’s a word.”
“sure, gojo.”
he froze. gasping dramatically as he sat up suddenly, pulling you with him.
“ohhhh, so we’re on a last-name basis now? what happened to toru??” he clutched his chest, feigned pain like you called him another man’s name. you yelped softly at the random bite to your shoulder.
he was so animated, unbearably and adorably so.
“what’s my name?” he pressed, his tone dropping to the lower, intimate one he used when he wasn’t being playful and annoying for once. thumb drawing circles onto the bare skin of your hip.
“gojo.”
“err! wrong answer.”
the hell? you actually stared at him for a moment, lips parted, as he mimicked the sound of an innocent buzzer like he was steve harvey.
“what’s. my. name.”
“satoru.”
“close…” he drawls, breath hot against your neck, & teeth grazing that spot that made you squirm and shiver. he gave your hips a small squeeze before saying, “try again.”
“toru,” you finally sighed.
“mmmm…good girl,” he hummed, rewarding you with soft kisses that trailed down your skin. you didn’t even have to look to know he was smug; you could feel it radiating off him in waves. “see, not that hard, now was it?” he teased, chuckling at your grumpy mumble.
and for a while, you both just stayed there, listening to him yap endlessly and the heavy pouring outside, teasing you occasionally while his hand moved up and down your back. in that soothing motion that grounded you, making you putty in his arms, cheek pressing against his chest. you’d hum in response, tracing the moles that scattered his skin like constellations. remembering how once he claimed he had the big dipper in his pants–which you later found out he didn’t mean the constellation.
beginning to feel uncomfortable with the positioning, you shifted, and he let out a sudden strangled mixture of a groan and moan, hands shooting to grip your hips, stilling you.
“fuck, babe, you're makin’ me hard–stop squirming like that.”
the confirmation only made your core throb in those sleep shorts, head tilted slightly with a puzzled look, the image of total innocence.
“like what?”
you did it again. intentionally slower this time.
“like that–you little shit, you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he shook his head but couldn’t help laughing, giving you a light spank that sent an immediate unwelcome jolt to your core, you had to bite your lip to swallow the moan.
he noticed. immediately. always did. “hmmm, what was that, gotta speak up, baby?”
“nothing.”
“really cause i thought you were about to get all…chipmunk-y…” his hands slid up your bare thighs, rubbing over the soft skin and thumbs teasing the fabric of your sleep shorts, finding the lace of your panties underneath. just inches from where he knew you needed him.
you swat his hands, looking away, flustered. “stop trying to make chipmunk-y happen, toru.” he laughed, hands instantly returning, pressing a kiss to your temple anyway. “fine, stop squirming then, or you’re gonna wake the big dipper up.”
you snorted, not taking him seriously in the slightest–who besides him calls their dick the big dipper, anyways??
testing, you did it again–a future learned mistake. this time, a warmth thickness pressed against your inner thigh; you scrambled with a sharp hitch of your breath, but he didn’t let you.
“gojo!”
a boisterous laugh left his throat, head thrown back, adam's apple bobbing, rumbling deep like the thunder now outside against your chest as he pulled you back down, “i warned you! you got me going!”
“i was just trying to cuddle,” you huffed against his chest, watching as he continued howling with laughter.
“liar,” he chuckled lighter now, still grinning. he lifted his blindfold just enough to stare at you with those vibrant baby blue eyes.
he suddenly sat you both up again, leaning against the headboard with your thighs draped over his lap. “well, now you got me all hot n heavy, you gotta do something about it,” his fingers played with the hem of your tank. “you can’t just leave your poor toru high and dry, right?” he added, whining with that pout you wanted to wipe off his face.
“suck my balls.”
he paused. blinking.
“well, if you had any, sure…maybe. they’d probably be fuckin’ huge too. not bigger than mine but–definitely up there.”
“ugh, i hate you…”
"you love me."
"debatable."
"arguable."
you caved, knowing you couldn’t last long. he’d go until he had the last word anyways, sighing defeatedly as you melted back into his arms.
"I love you, toru. unfortunately."
he laughed knowingly, nibbling at your cheek, “love you too, pretty girl." his hands giving your breast a gentle squeeze.
“now ride me, or i'll give you some actual balls to suck on."
megumi wasn’t very good at words. sure, he tried to show how much he cared through his actions, but that wasn’t always enough for you. you didn’t even have to say it, megumi knew from the tired look in your eyes that he was falling short of your expectations. so, he tried to make it better.
“look,” his green eyes searched yours before continuing, “i can sense that you’re not the happiest right now and it’s okay to admit. i know we communicate differently and show how we care differently as well, but...” he swallowed hard, eyes now on the floor.
“megs,” you said softly. your heart tightened in your chest at him stepping out of his comfort zone for you. he was so attentive it scared you a little. he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but it wasn’t like he was doing anything harmful to make you feel this way.
“let me finish,” he mumbled. "please." you nodded eagerly, shutting up instantly.
“i want to remind you that i want this. more than anything. and i want you to want it too. i want to be what you want. so, whatever i’m not doing or not doing enough of, please tell me. i want to listen and really hear you, just please give me the chance. whatever it is to put your mind at ease, i'll do it...i'll do anything.” the tips of his ears were a deep red. you couldn’t help yourself, you pulled him into a hug. his big arms wrapped around you and squeezed you tight. he buried his face in your neck and sighed softly. you giggled, heart ready to burst out from your chest with happiness. you were so lucky to have a boyfriend that was willing to do anything in his power to make you happy.
he lifted his head and stared into your eyes. “what can i do to make it better?” he asked.
"i know you're better at showing you care, but sometimes it would be nice to hear it as well?"
he nodded.
"got it."
"i'm not asking for like a big declaration of love or anything extreme like that but, it would be nice."
"i'll do better on that. i'm sorry that i made you doubt for even a second that i cared about you." he exhaled slowly before continuing. "i'll admit, i'm not very good at that, but i'll try, to make sure you're happy."
you squished his cheeks with a grin. his brows furrowed as he protested.
“hey, stop that,” he said. or at least, tried to say. it came out muffled and more like an angry “haytopdat.” you snorted and kissed his cheek. that shut up him quickly. he turned his head slightly and his lips met yours. cupping your face, he melted into the kiss. you did the same, eye fluttered shut, fingers tangled in his spiky hair. you smiled before pulling away.
“thank you.” your eyes locked with his. “truly, thank you.”
he shook his head. “no need to thank me, it’s the bare minimum.” he shrugged and leaned back. "don't make a big deal of it," he mumbled shly.
you stood on your tippy toes and kissed you boyfriend on the cheek. his hand found yours and he brought it to his lips. his eyes locked with yours as he kissed your hand.
"thank you for being mine." he whispered in your ear. he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, almost as if he was scared you'd let go. but you weren't going anywhere. you wanted him more than anything in the world. he was all you could ever want and more. your megumi.
alternative ending
he shook his head. “no need to thank me, it’s the bare minimum.” he shrugged and leaned back. “after all, happy wife, happy life?”
you gaped at your boyfriend before snorting at him. “you just ruined your entire nonchalant act with that statement. the hell did you learn that from?”
“uh,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “i believe she goes by the name ‘natalie nun’…?”
based on a something said to me in real life... hehe🙈
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You and Satoru were sitting on his obnoxiously large bed as you fumbled to turn the live stream on. Your viewers have been begging for a Q&A session.
“Hey guys! Welcome back to another live stream. I’m here with Satoru — as usual.” He gave you a sideways glance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Before you could even come up with a response, the comments came flooding in.
jlawhusband: KISS yooo who said that 👀
meow4toru: LOOK AT HIS SMIRK OH MY GAWD
kugi-nobara: i need your skincare routine.
You squinted at the screen. “Guys, tone it down, will you? You guys are crazy, except you, Kugi. I’ll do a video on my routine.” Satoru laughed, “They’re always weird, no? Can’t blame them.” He stretched one of his hands and rested it over your shoulder. “We are that couple.”
Rolling your eyes, you opened your phone and scrolled through the list of questions sent by your followers. “Okay, first question,” grinning, you turned to your boyfriend. “How whipped are you on a scale of one to ten?”
He blinked at you, pale eyebrows furrowing in thought before he answered, “Eleven.” He turned to the camera, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So don’t even think about flirting in the comments.”
toegay_inu: Yooo chill this feels targeted towards me 😕😕
m4k1i1: That’s because it is. Stop shooting your shot, they never land.
You giggled as your boyfriend gradually got redder every time someone made a weak attempt to flirt with you. “I just said off limits, guys! Take a hint.” Sulking, he took the phone and scrolled to the next question.
“Right,” he deadpanned, a pout settling on his lips as he turned towards you, “Who the hell asked if you’re single?”
You couldn’t help the laugh that snuck past your lips, “Oh my god? Did they actually?”
Satoru’s brows knitted together as his cheeks turned pink. “I will seriously start banning some of you from these streams!” You laughed louder, resting your hand on his shoulder. “Toru, you can’t do that!”
He mumbled something about doxing people before you swatted his arm and continued. “Okay, this one is asking us to react to the edits on TikTok. That seems okay.” Satoru seemed to perk up at this. “Awesome!” Babe, do you think they have those ship edits of us?” Giggling, you replied, “Baby, doesn’t that only happen when people aren’t dating?”
He rolled his eyes, “Whatever potato, potahto.”
The first edit that popped up was one for Sukuna. Gojo had connected his phone to his TV so you could aim the camera at it as well.
“Bend over and take this dick —”
“Woah!” You both practically screamed in unison, jumping into each other’s arms as if what you had just witnessed was a crime against humanity.
sukunas4thwife: OH MY GOD THATS MY EDITT!!1!1!1
hearts-yorozu: my man my man my man
fushiguro_m: ???
Clearing your throat, you scroll past the video, “Moving on.”
The next seems to be a wholesome edit of you and Satoru, different clips of your various vlogs stitched together to some soft music with the caption “dream relationship.”
Both you and Satoru cooed at the video, watching it on repeat a few times. “Awww, Toru. This is so cute! Look at us,” you pointed to a clip of you two baking from one of your first videos; flour was smeared across his face while he chased you around with a dollop of icing on his finger.
Then, Gojo looked as if he had a lightbulb moment: “Let’s search up my name.”
You almost instantly regretted letting him do that.
The edit opened with him laughing, head thrown back while his oval sunglasses rested prettily on his face. The next clip was of him licking his lips — but they conveniently cropped out the cake from the video. Then came the shirtless gym video…
“Oh?” Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Satoru stammered, clearly trying to recover the situation as sensual music played over and over as the video looped. “I-I uh forgot that was posted…” You snatched your phone back. “Clearly. Now everyone on live just witnessed that!”
Peering over, you checked the comments, and to your dismay, they were definitely swooning.
hi-bara: DAMN BRO
gojol0verr: I’m looking respectfully.
satorusfan1: I’M LOOKING DISRESPECTFULLY
The comments just kept coming, practically overloading the screen with over-the-top compliments. Satoru leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. “What can I say? The ladies and gents love me.”
You groaned, deciding the best course of action was to retaliate and look up your own name.
Your edit was more intimate, with soft colouring and a sweet song, editing you as if you were the dead wife at the start of a movie. You watched as clips of your own face were pieced together most beautifully.
Satoru sighed dreamily, “Wow.”
The comments seemed to echo his expression.
st4r-kirara: i’m in complete awe
shoko_i: Ruin my life. Please?
drakesux: i will fight Gojo.
Satoru’s face shifted again; this time, instead of being possessive, he seemed to be in awe of the edit and actually agreed with the viewers instead of arguing.
“Yeah, all mine by the way.” He leaned over, pressing an obscenely sloppy kiss to your cheek before returning a cheeky grin to the camera.
.✦ ݁･˖ ℛ.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ݁･✧˚. would stay inside his pretty wife, forever if he could. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Trueform!Sukuna ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ belly bulge ⋮⋮ intimate sex ⋮⋮ kissing꒱
Sukuna’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames danced across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukuna’s powerful hips.
The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.
One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.
It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.
Sweat cools on your skin. Tiny droplets tracing paths down your sides. Yet the heat radiating from Sukuna wraps around you like a living flame, keeping you warm, while his first cock rests heavy and thick against your tummy. Its warmth seeping into your skin where the fat head is nestled perfectly in the soft dip of your navel. Thick, sticky precum dribbles steadily from the slit, filling that little hollow and spills over where the taut skin beneath your belly grows warmer from inside out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.
You can feel the way your own pussy drips around his second cock, sweet juices soaking his girth and the sheets below with every flutter of your walls. Sukuna felt every little pulse, every flutter of your walls around his massive length. Your cunt's molded itself to him now, gripping him tightly and welcomes him deeper with each subtle shift as you clench helplessly around his massive length, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to pull him in even deeper.
Your fingers are fisted tight in the silk sheets, knuckles white, the fabric's scrunched up in your palms so hard that if you let go, the imprints of your grip would remain. Every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore already. The kind of ache you knew would linger tomorrow and remind you exactly who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Sukuna moves with aching gentleness. He fucked his cock into you slowly. Just a little more with each rock of his hips, pushing a little deeper, then easing back only to press forward again. Every thrust paired with a tender-rough kiss to your neck. He's sucked purple kisses into your skin, marked you as his, over and over again, he can’t help himself.
This was one of those long nights, where he had you right where he wanted you. His version of making love to his sweet wife involved this slow worship. He kissed your beautiful skin. He felt your warmth and revelled in the pace of your heartbeat under his palm. The way your blood circulated throughout your body hypnotized him. It captivated him completely alongside the tight constricting heat of your cunt around his cock.
Wet squelches were significantly audible now, sopping wetness that flowed out thickly from your cunt, made them most prominent in the quiet room. He loved those lewd noises. He loved the scent of you even more. The warm salt of your skin. The sweetness of your hair and the sweet, heady aroma of your arousal that hung thick in the air around you both. His eyes traced every detail of you.
The heat across your cheeks. The way your lips trembled. The subtle sheen of sweat making your breasts glisten. He noticed how your nipples peaked in the cool air, noticed the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The soft thrumming of your heartbeat under his fingertips calmed him. Love made him drink in all of it. You were his. Utterly and perfectly his.
By now, you started to whine as the pressure built unbearably.
“s'too much...haaah...Sukuna-” The words left your lips high pitched and dazed. Voice coming out soft and breaking on little incoherent babbles when another slow thrust nudged his thick cockhead against that deep, sensitive gummy-soft spot inside you.
Sukuna shushed you gently, lips brushing your ear. “Shh, little wife. I know. I know it stretches you so full. But you are taking me so well. Just a little more. Let me feel you.”
His crimson eyes drank in every detail of your face, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on little gasps as he rocked into you more intentionally but tenderly. He knew he was big. Everything about him was. He always tried so hard not to overwhelm you. Yet the stretch of his huge cock already did that. Your body always tried its hardest to take him. It fluttered and clenched around him. You wanted to cum.
The need to is excruciating but his resilience held him back from fucking you roughly. He wanted to savor you first and only then he'd make sure to fill you full with his cum, and leak him for days. Pump load after load into you and watch your lower tummy swell with him. It was always so much. It always had been and always will be.
Right now, he savoured you. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, then his gaze left your face. He looked down at your body, eyes focused on your breasts. The slight movement of them every time you heaved for air entranced him.
The way Sukuna took his time was excruciating. One of his lower hands trailed from your shoulder down your sweat-slicked skin, cupping the soft weight of your breast. He stroked it tenderly, thumb brushing over the nipple before pinching it lightly and tugging the stiff bud. It grew firmer instantly under his touch, so sensitive and soft.
You arched with a quiet cry, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he leaned forward to capture your nipple between his lips, mouth closing around it tenderly as he sucked gently at first, with slow devotion. Then harder, tongue swirling and teasing around the taut bud while his hips continued those shallow, devastating thrusts.
Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Slowly, his hands moved down, two big palms finding purchase on your soft curves. His eyes followed the expanse of your body as he gripped your waist lightly, both thumbs pressing on the swell there, his first cock still resting on your lower tummy, smearing thick, warm precum on your skin.
He massaged the sticky mess, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your bloated lower tummy. Feeling his other cock under your skin, shift as he moved and began fucking into you deeper with purpose, now that he had a proper hold on you. Pulling you down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
You cried out. It felt so good, yet it was too much. The fat tip of his cock meeting the puckered tight entrance of your cervix, bullying it sweetly. More and more, it yielded gradually. You felt him so deep. So impossibly deep. Body trying so hard to take him. Your walls fluttered and clenched, milking his thick cock with every movement. The pressure built inside you, excruciatingly perfect, until it finally broke.
The intensity crashed over you. You came hard, body shaking as your pussy milked his cock with powerful spasms. Sweet juices gushing around him. Sukuna's control finally snapped. He held you tighter, four arms wrapping around your trembling body as he fucked into you with desperate, deep strokes claiming you completely.
His second cock rubbed hot and heavy against your tummy, smearing more precum across your skin. With a guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and came. Heavy pulses of thick cum flooded the narrow channel of your cunt. So much of it. Your lower belly swelled visibly with the warmth of him. You felt every spurt, every throb, walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop as he emptied himself inside you.
He stayed buried deep, arms cradling you close while the last tremors ran through both of you. His forehead pressed to yours. Crimson eyes soft in the dim light as he looks at you with something close to wonder.
“My perfect wife,” he murmured, voice rough and low. One hand stroked your swollen tummy, he pressed gently feeling the evidence of his release there. “So full of me. So good for me, always.”
You whimpered softly. Your cunt still fluttering around his cock. Yet you smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Sukuna kissed you slow and sweet, savouring the taste of your lips. The warmth of your breath. The way your body yielded so completely to his. He noticed the way your lashes brushed your cheeks when your eyes closed. He noticed the faint tremor in your thighs still wrapped around him. Noticed how your pulse slowed under his palm. Every detail etched itself into him. His wife. His light in the endless darkness.
He would stay like this for a while longer, still warm against and inside you, savouring every pulse, every shared breath, every quiet moment where the King of Curses could simply hold his beloved wife and feel utterly at peace. Outside, the night continued on. Inside, wrapped in each other, time held no meaning. Only love and the burn of pleasure remained.
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