sukuna was tall. you often got neck cramps because he always wanted you looking in his eyes as he talked, but you happened to break your neck every time.
it wasn't just that either. every hug you gave him had your head pressed right up to his chest. you couldn't even reach his shoulder. he would pick you up just so you could rest your head on his shoulder.
sukuna had complaints too. he would quite literally break his back every time he kissed you. he swore he was starting to look like a shrimp as time went on. you were just too tiny.
even though he broke his back at every kiss, he loved how short you were. he loved picking you up and setting you on the counter. he still had to lean down to kiss you but it wasn't as much.
he loved how easy it was to grab and pick you up. if he wanted you on his lap, all he had to do was pull you by your waist. if you were in his way, he would just pick you up and set you aside.
you hated when he did that, but he found it hilarious.
the height difference never bothered sukuna, it was just an added bonus to loving you.
he would never ever wish you grew taller. you were perfect just the way you were.
well that, and he also loved seeing the top of your head.
warnings: switchy!gojo x switchy!f!reader, virgin reader?? (well, she has pegged guys in the past but has never been interested in penetrating sex), cursing, Gojo wearing panties and a buttplug, playing with his nipples, fingering him, sucking your fingers, eating you out and fingering you, you squirt, pegging him
character: Gojo Satoru
“Don't be scared.” Geto patted your head, smiling from ear to ear. You hated this, all of it. As socially awkward as you are, you were surprised you made it past orientation week, all due to the help of your lovely cousin, who was with you every step of the way. One thing about you is that you didn't like interacting with people. You didn't even like looking at them.
So you stayed close to your cousin, who didn't seem to mind you hanging around with them. Quite the opposite. He seemed delighted, introducing you to all of his friends, taking you everywhere, waiting for you when your breaks started. And you didn't want to admit it, but you were happy he was by your side.
He had introduced you to all of his friends. Well, almost all of his friends. One was missing, he told you. Said friend decided on skipping the first week of the new semester since it wasn't that important anyway if you weren't fresh meat.
You had heard all sorts of things about that friend, and you hadn't even met him yet. Shoko described him as menacing. Nanami described him as an idiot. Geto told you you'd have to get used to him. What was that supposed to mean?
But you would find out soon enough. You were sitting in the cafeteria with your cousin and his friends, chatting it up with Shoko, when suddenly heads turned, laughter and conversations died down as a tall, blue-eyed, pretty guy stepped through the doors.
He was swarmed by girls almost immediately. By the annoyed faces your table was making, that was most likely Geto's best friend. Whatever his name was. When he finally managed to make his way through the crowd, he plumped down next to Geto with a wide grin on his face. Wrapping his arm around him immediately.
“Don't touch me, Satoru.” He groaned, trying to push him away to no avail. Satoru whined, pushing his shades up, sad puppy dog eyes staring right at your cousin.
“Suguru, did you not miss me?”
No answer. Geto rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink, while the white-haired guy tried kissing your cousin on the cheek.
Looking at him up close like this, you understood why all those girls were swarming him just seconds ago. He had a pretty face, even prettier eyes, and the body of a God. You stared at him intensely, mustering him from top to toes. He would totally be your type if he were to like it up the ass.
Suddenly, he smirked and winked at you. You hadn't noticed you had been staring at him so intensely. Immediately, you looked down at your plate, nervously fiddling with your cutlery. Geto slapped the back of his neck, telling him to leave you alone. “This is my cousin I told you about. Y/n.”
You looked up briefly, staring into his eyes, noticing the subtle bite of his lower lip, before you looked back down. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/n.”
You nodded, not looking up at him again. And you decided not to look at him for the rest of your lunch break before going to your dorm room to study. But somehow, the only thing you could think about while studying was those pretty eyes of his. When your cousin called you up to ask if you needed some help studying, you said yes. You'd never decline a study session with the weapon fashioned against every subject in history. He knew it all. You made your way over to his dorm after declining his offer to come by your dorm (your room was a mess).
On your way there, face buried in study sheets, you bumped into Gojo. Literally. Somehow, anyone but your cousin called him Gojo, which had you questioning their relationship for a second. But then you remembered Gojo was definitely not your cousin's type. You turned a sharp corner without looking, and boom, you and your sheets were on the floor. He was as big and as strong as a rock; it caught you off guard. When you looked up, your eyes widened.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” You frowned, looking around, trying to figure out who he was talking to because you were certain it wasn't you. He let out a chuckle, getting on the floor himself, picking up your sheets and handing them to you. “I'm talking to you.”
“M-Me?!” It wasn't supposed to come out like that. Like you were surprised he was even looking in your direction. He lent you a hand, helping you off the floor. You thanked him nervously, wanting to rush into Suguru's room immediately. But he stopped you, blocking your way with his body. You gulped, seeing as his chest was practically bouncing in your face. Your heart skipped a beat or two as he held onto your arms with one hand, keeping you in place. Those big, strong arms of his wouldn't let you move even an inch. You took in the strong scent of his expensive cologne, and you were dangerously close to fainting. And he liked seeing you squirm like this. Made him want to toy with you even. Then, his hand reached for your head.
“Sorry, you had something in your hair.” He let go of you, moving out of your way. “See you around, Y/n.”
It had to be a sin to be this hot. The way your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly made you want to do unspeakable things to him. And just like that, he was gone. It is better that way, you thought to yourself. You didn't need any further embarrassment. Shaking your head, trying to find your way back to reality. As soon as you entered Suguru's room, he asked you if you had seen his white-haired friend while walking to his room. You said no, which confused him since he had left to reach his room next door just a few moments prior. He shrugged, and you two started studying.
Studying with him was no joke. He treated every segment of your studies like some military base. It was hard. The worst part of it all? He took your breaks seriously. If you said you'd take a five-minute break, he'd remind you that you two were going to start studying thirty seconds before the time was up. But at least that helped your notes stick in your mind. It was late when you decided not to be a burden to your cousin anymore. He was clearly tired, and you told him you'd continue studying by yourself.
After promising, he let you go. And when he told you he'd walk you to your dorm, you declined. There was no reason to do all that. The building was right next door. So you started going, walking down the hall. When you turned the corner, you walked into Gojo again. This time, he was unlocking his door. “We've got to stop meeting like this.” He remarked, showing you that pretty smile of his. You chuckled awkwardly because you really had to stop walking into him. You had no idea how much more embarrassment you could take.
“What are you doing out here?” The sound of your voice even surprised you a bit. He was taken aback by the question since you had spent all day looking down when he looked at you and ignoring him as best as you could. But you finally being ready to talk to him put a smile on his face.
He raised the bag in his hand. “Got some food.” He muttered, leaning against his door frame.
You nodded, slowly turning on your heels before you'd embarrass yourself. But before you could leave, he called out for you again. Turning to face him, he was rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Do you want to join me?” Hesitation flooded through your veins.
Suddenly, your eyes caught a glimpse of something. His thumb tugged at the waistband of his pants, pulling it out just enough for you to spot something that would change the whole course of the night. A baby-blue panties string. You frowned, eyes moving back up his body, staring at his face. What did he do? Bite down on his lower lip. On that plump, sexy lip of his, eyes all needy. And that's when all your restraints broke loose. You looked around for approximately three seconds. Turning your head left and right before your hands grabbed his waist, pulling him into a rough kiss.
Immediately, he chuckled into the kiss, pulling you in closer by wrapping his arms around your neck. With that, you were in his room, making out sloppily, kicking the door shut behind you, the sound of lips smacking against lips filling the room. It took Gojo a moment to set down the bag and immerse himself in your kisses, drowning in your touches. Within seconds, you two plumped into his bed with you on top of him.
Through your hazy vision of lust, the only thing you could see was his desire. You looked at him while your hands made their way under his shirt, trailing up his abdomen, roaming over his chest, while simultaneously tugging up the fabric of his shirt. You wanted to see those titts you walked into earlier. Grabbing the fabric and pushing a piece of it into his mouth had him smiling. Playing with his nipples had him squeezing his eyes shut.
Then you leaned down, taking one of his pecs into your mouth, tongue tracing around the little bud while your hand twitched and tugged at the other nipple. He arched his back off the bed, letting out a soft whine. Teeth grazing against his nipples, your hand wandered down his body, pushing his legs up.
“Your nipples are quite sensitive, huh?”
His face turned beet red, but he smiled through the embarrassment. “I'm even more sensitive down there.” He muttered, pulling his legs up to his chest, all while biting down on his lower lip. You were sure at some point you'd die of a heart attack looking at that pretty face of his. You helped him pull off his pants, leaving him in the panties you had caught a glimpse of earlier. And to your surprise, he had been wearing a butt plug all along.
You would have started drooling if you had let yourself. “D-Do you like it?’’ The subtle hesitation in his voice only fueled your desire to ravish him even more.
You didn't say anything. Pressing kisses down the back of his thighs, biting soft marks into his pale skin, all while staring at him, had him questioning you completely. Where was his shy best friend's cousin from earlier? The one who couldn't even look him in the eyes minutes ago? What he didn't know, you weren't you when you were horny. Quite the opposite. It seemed like you turned into a whole other person the second you were aroused.
“You're driving me crazy here.” Pushing his panties to the side, you pulled out his buttplug slowly, drawing a slight wince from him. As soon as it was out, his hole started clenching around nothing. Before he could say anything, you pushed three of your fingers into his mouth, ordering him to suck on them. Get them all nice and wet for you. His tongue trailed alongside your fingers, mouth sucking on them. All while looking up at you.
When you pulled them out, you pushed your fingers into him, tugging at his hair. He let out a whimper, mouth falling open. Leaning forward, you entangled his lips in a soft kiss, fingers moving inside him steadily, swallowing all of his whimpers. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. It was intense, heated, filled with lust and a deep sense of desire. With every thrust of your fingers, with every kiss you pressed against his lips, he found himself losing himself further. Losing himself completely in your touch.
When you pulled away from the kiss, having him follow you in a daze with puffy lips, you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, trailing down his jaw, making your way all the way to his sensitive neck. And boy, was he sensitive. As soon as you sucked on his neck, he whimpered, hands falling from around your neck, pressing against your chest. He wanted to push you away; it was too much. He really wanted to… Well, that's what he thought. Because his body wouldn't let him.
As you continued to suck soft marks into his skin, he bit down on his lower lip. As pathetic as it sounded, he was close. Dangerously close. So close he couldn't even warn you before he came all over himself. He let out a series of high-pitched whimpers, slumping back against his pillows. He closed his eyes as his orgasm washed over him. When he opened them again, you stared at him, a downturned smile plastered on your face. “You came without my permission…” You sighed all sad, looking away from him. His eyes widened at your expression. You genuinely looked hurt.
“I'm sorry.” He exclaimed, one of his big hands reaching out to cup your face, caressing your cheek softly. You nuzzled into his touch, taking in his scent. Fuck, he smelled so good. Too good. “How can I make it up to you, sweetheart?”
You opened your eyes to him, tilting his head to the side, waiting for an answer from you. Lost in his eyes, you stuttered. “I w-want to kiss you again…” You were hesitant, fiddling with your fingers, back to the shy girl from earlier.
He laughed, leaning in close to you, whispering against your lips. “I'll kiss you all you want, Y/n.” That did it. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, turning it into something else, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
Then, you pushed him away. “Stop seducing me, do you know how easy I am?!”
He laughed, pulling you back in. He didn't care. Quite the opposite. In any case, he loved how easy you were for him. Flipping you two over, he hovered over you, pressing kisses all over your face, trailing down your neck, pushing up your shirt. He grabbed your waist softly, licking a stripe down your abdomen. You arched off the bed, and he pressed a teasing kiss to your side before pulling off your pants alongside your panties.
“Spread your legs a little, pretty girl.” Hesitantly, you did as told, covering yourself up with your hands. ‘’Come on,” he whispered, prying your hands off your pussy gently. You were soaking wet already, which wasn't surprising. Holding back was your speciality. “Don't be shy now.”
He licked a stripe up your wet cunt, tongue twirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a whine, trying to close your legs to no avail. His hands pryed your legs open, pushing them apart, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. “This is a pretty pussy you've got here.” Using his thumbs, he spread your folds, lazily flicking his tongue along them once again. Slurping up your juices, sucking on your clit, pushing his tongue towards the entrance of your hole.
He had you shaking, whimpering, hand tangled in his messy hair. You threw your head back in pleasure, eyes rolling back when he focused all of his attention on your clit. “S-Satoru-!” That was the first time he had heard his name rolled off your tongue. The tone of your voice, his name on your lips, the way you tugged on his hair had his dick and hole twitching. And he continued eating you to his fullest abilities.
Pushing your legs up further, all the way up to your chest. Eating you out like there was a gun pointed at his head. All while your moans fueled him. His ego. When your legs started shaking around his head, he knew you were close. He had you right where he wanted you. Just as suddenly as he had started eating the life out of you, you came.
Hard.
Your orgasm washed over you like a surprising wave crashing down onto you. You gripped his hair tightly, making him whimper into your cunt, only for the vibrations of his voice to spur you on further. Trying to push him away, you tried closing your legs to no avail. He pinned them down forcefully, not budging at all.
Then you felt one of his fingers prodding at your hole. Your eyes widened as he eased himself into you. And for a moment, you stopped fighting him. His long, thick finger pushed past your wet, warm folds, enveloping him in your warmth.
“Fuck,” he whispered against you, pressing soft kisses to your clit. “You're so tight.” Well, obviously, you had never done this before. Matter of fact, you hadn't seen this coming at all.
Usually, when you'd touch guys, make them feel good, they'd be too tired to take care of you after. You tend to have that type of effect on people, which you pride yourself on. And you didn't mind at all. You were not interested in anything that involved penetrative sex and you being on the receiving end.
Until now.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his pretty eyes looking up at you as he started sucking on your clit again. You let out a groan, nodding haptically, having him curl his finger inside you. With time, he added another finger. You were so sensitive, seeing as you had come already. So when he started moving fast, tongue slithering across your clit, fingers curling inside you deliciously, it didn't take long for you to cream and squirt all over his fingers.
Again, it was all so sudden. The tight knot in your stomach unravelled, your eyes rolled back in your head, your grip on his hair loosened, and a thin licking sprayed out of you. He helped you through your high, pressing kisses to your soft thighs, your tummy, rubbing circles into your sides, bringing you back into his room. You had never felt anything like this. You had never had an orgasm like this.
“Whoa,” you whispered, still in shock when he brought you a damp, warm towel. Cleaning you up and making sure you were okay, he rested next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. You couldn't even look at him right now. And he was cheesing, smiling down at you.
“Are you okay?” When you turned your head to look at him, he had that sly little smirk on his face.
“Shut up.”
He nodded, one finger tracing circles into your stomach. “Can I have a kiss?”
On another occasion, you'd shove him away, turn around and go to sleep. But you'd let it slide just this once. Pulling him into a kiss, hand trailing down his waist, moving to his backside, he giggled into the kiss. You could feel him growing hard against you, subtly humping you. He pulled away from the kiss, and you continued trailing kisses down his neck. “I can get my new strap.” He whispered, pushing his head back to give you more access.
That's what you had been waiting for. He walked over to his closet, grabbing the strap in question, with you staring at his ass intensely. No shame at all. Walking back over, he helped you put on the strap, hovering over you. He grabbed some lube from his nightstand, squirting it all over the toy, distributing it evenly. Then, he positioned himself accordingly, right on top of you, sinking down on the toy.
Slowly, he bottomed out while a shiver ran down his spine. Letting out a whimper when he reached the very end of the toy. Resting his hands on either side of your head, with your hands placed on his waist, he leaned down to press a kiss to his lips before he started moving slowly. First, he started grinding slowly, back and forth and in circles. He squeezed his eyes shut, moving his hips in a wave motion, letting the toy penetrate his inside while you watched him.
He could feel you watching him. When his eyes fluttered open, and he saw your star-struck face, he smiled to himself, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You looked so pretty with your mouth full. Slowly, he started bouncing up and down on the toy, making sure to hit his sweet spot whenever he sank down on it. He closed his eyes again, legs shaking and drooling as he started getting into it. When you sucked on his fingers, he whined at the sensation, throwing his head back.
One of your hands on his hips started slamming him down on the toy. The other pumped his dick deliciously but slowly, squeezing around it, preventing him from coming.
“P-Please…”
“Please what?” he had no idea what he was begging for. Progressively, with every movement of his hips, with every bounce on the toy, he lost a piece of his domineering confidence. He moved his thumb out of your mouth, leaning back to hold onto your legs while making himself feel good on the toy. His legs were spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination. Your cousin's best friend was bouncing on your dick, and you loved every second of it.
“W-Wait…” He pushed your hand away gently, freeing himself from your strokes, before letting the toy slip out of his hand. “I almost came…” he muttered, slumping down, head resting in the crook of your neck. For a second there, you just held each other. He listened to your heartbeat, and you drew circles into his sides. And you stayed there until he was ready to continue.
When you woke up the next day, you thought it had all been a dream. A good but weird dream. Your eyes fluttered open, having to get used to the sunlight shining throughout your room. You stared up at the ceiling and felt nauseated. Why would you ever have a dream like this? You were a total pervert. A freak. You were fully convinced it had been a dream until you tried to move, and you couldn't. It was like something was holding you back. Or better yet, someone. When you looked down, Gojo's arms were wrapped around you tightly. So it had not been a dream? You had to get out of there.
When you tried prying his hand off you, he wouldn't move. Not even an inch. And just when you were about to start panicking-
“Close your eyes and go back to sleep.” He whispered, voice raspy from his tiredness.
“B-But-”
“Shh, sleep, baby.” He dismissed you, covering your face with his big hand.
“Just to be clear, we're not dating.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He dismissed you once again, hand clasping over your mouth as he nuzzled into your chest.
Why on God's green earth did you decide to sleep with him? Out of all the people on campus? You rolled your eyes and decided to get some more sleep in. Your classes wouldn't start too early today, so you had some time before you had to leave.
Once you two got up, he gave you some of his clothes to wear so that you could sneak out of his room. While you were on high alert, watching the hallway through his peephole, making sure no one would see you, he did not give a fuck. Let them see, he would say, and you would just groan in frustration. You're an adult. Some adults have sex. Totally normal. Well, it wasn't since you had just fucked the university's golden boy. You were sure this rumour was going to spread like wildfire.
“Let's forget this ever happened.” You muttered, getting ready to open the door. You pushed down the door handle, opening the door slightly, before you were stopped in your tracks. He closed the door again, turning you around and pushing your back against the wall. Before you could say anything, he pressed his lips against yours, squeezing your cheeks with one hand. He slipped his tongue into your mouth immediately, having you melt into the kiss. Then he cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes, smiling. “No, I'll see you at lunch.”
“What?!” He opened the door and pushed you out into the hallway. And before you could protest, the door was shut right in your face. You could hear him laughing through the door. Such a menace. You rushed outside the guys' building and made your way to your classes.
You couldn't even focus on class. But the most important thing is that you went and tried listening. But nothing stuck that day. After class, Geto waited for you. Together, you two walked towards a little diner where you were going to have lunch together. To your surprise, Gojo wasn't seated at the table, which had you letting out a sigh of relief. You didn't need him trying to get under your skin today.
But you put your guard down too late. He and Shoko walked in a few minutes later, and he sat right in front of you. Luckily, he didn't say anything to you. Hell, he didn't look at you. Maybe he was really going to behave today.
Suddenly, you felt something making its way up your leg. Without anyone noticing, you peeked under the table. It was his leg. He was trying to tease you.
Immediately, you stood up, saying you had to go to the bathroom. You had to ground yourself, and he had to fix your attitude. When you turned on your heels about to leave, he called out your name. What now? You thought to yourself. You turned to face him, and he grabbed something from his pocket, resting it on your table side.
“You forgot your earrings last night.”
Everyone stared at you. And that's when he decided it was the perfect time to leave and take care of some other businesses. Leaving you there after throwing a grenade into the room. He smiled at you, patted your head while walking past you and stepped out of the diner.
₊˚⊹ᰔ a bug is terrorizing you and satoru! suguru to the rescue!
₊˚⊹ᰔ drabble, satosugu x fem!reader, silly and short while i study for finals!
“EEEEEEEEK!”
a shrill, bloodcurdling scream echoes throughout the apartment as you come face to face with a beetle in the kitchen, right on the fridge. it’s a beedy eyed, ugly little thing. when an antenna wiggles in your direction, you’re jumping back from sheer terror, right into the arms of your lovely white haired boyfriend, satoru gojo.
“baby? sweetie? darling? love of my life? my sweet girl with beautiful princess disorder? what’s wrong?! what happened?!” satoru’s hugging you from behind, a pair of strong, protective arms wrapping around your midriff. you’re trembling from fear, shaky hand lifting up to point at the perpetrator who elicited such a response. it’s antennas are still wiggling, like it’s mocking you.
“t-there-" you point at the beetle, only to scream again when it starts crawling up the surface of the fridge. satoru momentarily lets you go, nudging you to stand behind him as he inspects the beetle.
“aww, it’s just a little beetle, babe- OH MY GOD.” satorus jumping into your arms now, the sound of the creature buzzing making you both shriek. oh my god, it has wings.
the absolute terror you feel gives you the inhuman strength to pick up satoru bridal style and run to your bedroom for safety. his arms are clutched around your neck while his face is dug deep into your shoulder, telling you how much he loved you and if this was the end he hoped you could still have sex as ghosts. the strongest, mind you.
the sound of you barging into the room with satoru in your arms disrupts suguru from his novel, glancing up to take in the comedic scene. he can’t complain about the disruption, though, the sight is definitely one to behold. a lazy smirk tugs at his lips, eyeing you up and down.
“what happened this time, sweetie?” suguru asks while he lays his novel down, standing up with a stretch. he already knew it was a bug, he heard your screaming from down the hall and you only ever scream like this if there’s a bug.
“A BUG, SUGU! IT TRIED TO FLY AT ME!” satorus explaining, still in your arms mind you, flailing his arms around in your face. you had enough of his theatrics, even though you were acting as dramatic as him, and finally let him fall to the floor with a thud.
“the honored one my ass! you couldn’t even kill the bug!” you complain, arms crossed over your chest. satoru can only gasp, eyes widening as he looks at suguru and then back at you, offense painted all over his expression.
“what?! it tried to fly at me, baby! you’ve gotta understand!”
you and satoru continue to bicker, making suguru chuckle fondly. he loved his girlfriend and her boyfriend so much. even if they were a little dumb and had a combined IQ of maybe 20 on a good day.
he’s walking out to the kitchen, safely putting the beetle in a paper cup, and letting it free from an open window, all while you and satoru still argue.
“it’s gone, you two.” suguru announces as he walks back into the bedroom. satoru is now groveling at your feet, telling you he didn’t mean to not kill it, but his begging is put to an end at the announcement.
as if you weren’t just bickering, you and satoru instantly run over to suguru like the happiest motherfuckers on planet earth. you’re showering him with kisses and praise, telling him how grateful you are. and right now, being suffocated from kisses by you two, suguru hopes more bugs sneak there way into the apartment.
eeeeh, but can you really blame me for thinking about how satoru and suguru completely crumble the moment they see you cry?
it’s not even that noticeable, you swear. and it’s not because of them, either.
it’s the little things that linger too long, too close. gnawing at the spaces between your ribs and clawing their way to your heart, just so you could have something to feel. something to clasp your fists around, even if the thorns pierce through your knuckles and bleed exhaustion all over you.
you break softly. quietly. like a burnt out forest fire scorched by its own flames. like a tide-kissed grain of sand that longs to swallow the moon whole so it could never leave again. like a wound that itches too loudly under your skin, yet snarls in agony when you touch.
(luckily for you, they’re here to pick the pieces back up.)
“baby,” you hear satoru say. not softly, no. never softly. satoru’s always a bit cracked around the edges, isn’t he? and cracked things cannot be soft. but he tries, tries to melt the edges that threaten to consume you whole.
a hand on your shoulder blade. not gentle, but tender. that must be suguru. he’s always like that, too. all too knowing, even when he shouldn’t be. you hate how he knows not to look at you with those all-too-knowing eyes of his. how he knows, to not know.
“i’m. . i’m alright,” you hear yourself say. the crack in your voice shatters something in them, too. not that you notice, when you’re too busy shaking off the blood in your hands. “i—”
“you aren’t,” and before you can utter a word, warmth like no other engulfs your lost soul whole, covering your bones like a cool blanket and kissing the forest fire asleep.
“but you will be,” satoru’s pale eyes flutter shut, nose brushing into yours.
“and we’ll hold you till then,” hums suguru, pressing his lips against your nape, “and forever.”
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
Nanami’s wife had a big teeny tiny obsession with sundresses. In fact, over a quarter of your wardrobe was occupied with sundresses hung meticulously in colour order along the railing. You looked so happy in them, eyes creasing as you smiled with glee.
It drove Nanami absolutely crazy.
Of course he loved the dresses and he loved seeing you happy even more, but the way the material hugged your chest and hips, the way it flowed beautifully around your lower half and swayed in slow motion whenever you moved had him going insane. He felt his cock hardening whenever you walked out of the bedroom and the self control he had to teach himself was becoming unbearable.
“Kento? Are you okay?”
His head snapped up to your eyes instantly, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m fine.”
“You seem distracted,” you add on.
“Just… work stuff,” he lied, trying to avoid eye contact with your yellow sundress, little blue flowers printed over it.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Your adorable concerned expression had Nanami staring down at his lap, counting to ten in his head to try and prevent all the blood rushing to his groin. His jaw tightened painfully.
“I’m okay, darling. Thank you for offering.”
You wouldn’t let up though, unable to move on from the conversation because of how weird your husband was acting. You squeezed his hand gently from across the dining table. “Kenny, are-“
You pause mid sentence when he groans, eyes squeezing shut. With a curious mind, you lean down to look under the table and notice the large bulge forming in his work trousers.
You can’t help but burst out into giggles.
Nanami stares at you like you’re personally offending him.
“Love, it’s not nice to laugh.”
“Aww, you’re so cute, Ken! Why didn’t you just tell me?” One foot outstretches to press against his groin under the table, eliciting another low moan.
“Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he grits out.
“Hm? How do you mean?”
“I didn’t-“ His breaths becomes shorter. “-want to make you feel sexualised in your dress.”
You beam. “So you like them that much, huh?”
He groans again when you rub over his hardened cock slowly. “Don’t tease, darling. You know I love them, and you.”
“Oh, I know. Now I wanna see just how much you love them.”
“i think you’ll live, satoru.” suguru’s chin is resting atop your head, long fingers gliding idle lines along your skin. soothing, if not for the pleasant ache between your thighs, remnants from the wild night before. “besides, she doesn’t seem to mind.”
“she would mind, but she’s too sweet.” satoru pinches your cheek gently, “look at her—letting you keep her all to yourself.”
“she’s tired,” warm lips brush your temple in a lingering kiss. “our sleepy girl could barely keep her eyes open.”
“gee. wonder why,” satoru smirks, prying your knees apart so he can wedge himself between your legs. “don’t act like i was the only one doing the fucking.”
“speaking of which, you weren’t exactly gentle either.”
“she liked it though.” fingers pat idly against the plush of your inner thigh, heat blooming where he could so easily push higher, where you’d so gladly yield. “didn’t you, baby?”
you hum noncommittally, hoping it passes as fatigue and not the arousal emanating from you. because fuck, you’re dripping; every nerve singeing with need. eyes flick up, and you swear you catch satoru batting those long, feathery lashes at you. (you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose, weaponising those angelic features of his.)
“you know i treat you right, baby.” he whines, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts. fingers find damp cotton and push, smearing the wetness with lazy expertise. “c’mon… don’t punish me for his crimes.”
“my crimes?” suguru chuckles, sliding a casual hand beneath your shirt to claim your breast, rolling your nipple until it stiffens against his thumb. his other hand finds satoru’s jaw, tilting it upward with the effortless suaveness of a kdrama male lead.
you’ve seen them exchange kisses before (plenty of times, in fact) but the sight never fails to stop your heart for a fraction of a second. experience has taught you that suguru is the deceptive romantic, his tongue slides in only when your guard drops, coaxing rather than demanding. satoru, by contrast, is pure appetite, generous with the sounds he wrings from himself.
male moaning is truly music to the ears.
part of your mind, ever irreverent, can’t help but think about a yaoi panel come to life: the juxtaposition of suguru’s controlled seduction and satoru’s ravenous indulgence, a living, breathing tableau of desire that’s as titillating as it is absurd. and you stifle a laugh, because yes, you are that invested in witnessing it.
when they finally part, a single, glistening thread of spit stretches between their parted lips, catching the light and shimmering like liquid silk. a minor miracle of erotic geometry—nothing casual about watching two men, both exquisite in their beauty, unravel themselves before your very eyes. beneath you, suguru stirs. heat of his thickening cock press into the soft cleft of your ass, making you hyper-aware.
“she’s watching,”
“of course she is.” satoru licks his lips, grinning impishly, “she looooves watching us make out.”
your cheeks burn, and you attempt to look away—futile, when suguru’s hand slides from your breast to your jaw, gently forcing you back into the sight.
“don’t hide, princess. it’s alright, you can admit it.”
“yeah,” satoru adds, nipping playfully at your shoulder, “admit how much it turns you on seeing your boys kiss. fujoshi.”
heat prickles up your neck. “i hate you both.”
“funny way of saying you love—mhm!” satoru’s words dissolve into a moan when you seize him by the face and smash your mouth against his. your teeth catch his lower lip, tugging it just slightly before releasing, savouring the little moan it draws.
“don’t think i’ve forgotten how you tried to edge me last night, satoru gojo.” you tactfully change the subject.
“you loved it. and dare i add… my impeccable fingerblasting skills.” to drive the point home, he slips a finger inside you, curling it with expert precision. your eyes bulge, a demure little “oh!” escaping. hips rutting shamelessly. utterly helpless, betraying just how desperate you are for him.
“please, my skills are better.” suguru interjects smoothly. “i’ve seen the way she melts under me. tell him, sweet girl.”
“well… maybe we should have a rematch before declaring a winner. fair’s fair, right?”
silence falls except for the wet squelches of fingers working in and out of you, and your uneven gasps. satoru drops his forehead to yours, groaning.
“she’s playing us, suguru.”
“let her,” another hand is shoved into your shorts to circle your clit in tandem with satoru’s thrusts.
You and Suguru terrify Satoru in a way that makes his dick hard, especially when you're mad at each other. Resting bitch faces turned up to 1000, sharp words thrown each other's way, fighting each other for his affection.
So, really, it's not his fault when you two come home from a long mission at each other's throats and his cock immediately starts chubbing up in his sweats.
"Fuck off, Suguru, fuck," you curse, stepping through the front door and directly into Satoru's arms, burying your face in his chest, your arms tight around his middle.
Suguru is hot on your heels, rolling his eyes at your dramatics, dropping the bags in his hands heavily on the floor. "I'd love if you'd stop blaming me for things out of my control," he says, sarcasm dripping from each word. He's quick to mimic your actions, wrapping his arms around Satoru from behind so he can continue glaring at you from over his shoulder.
Satoru fights down a smile, hands cupping your cheeks to tilt your face up and press a kiss to your forehead. "How can I make it better, angel?" he asks, lips still close enough to brush your skin.
"I want to shower, eat and sleep. In that order." Your chin bumps against his sternum as you speak, eyes drooping from how exhausted you are because you had to deal with Suguru with no middleman for three days of the mission. "And most importantly, I want your husband to stop pissing me off."
"My husband? Gone for three days and your entire marriage dissolved?" He turns his face toward Suguru, poking his bottom lip out in a sympathetic pout. "What happened?"
"Doesn't matter," Suguru says, face contorted in displeasure, eyes narrowed down at you while he clings to Satoru. "Can you order food while I take a shower?"
"You're joking," you deadpan, disentangling from Satoru to rush to the bathroom before Suguru can beat you to it. "What? Because I said I wanted to shower first? Fucking childish."
"I'm the childish one?" he asks, following directly behind you. "You're the one who's been holding a grudge for the last…"
Your argument disappears up the stairs with you, leaving Satoru standing in the entrance of your home by himself. He takes a deep breath, finally letting that smile stretch his face at the familiar throb of his cock in his pants. So good to have you two home.
Later, after the two of you have showered (together, of course, because you refuse to leave each other alone) and the takeout boxes have been trashed, you lie in bed on either side of Satoru, leaving open mouthed kisses over his chest and neck. His fingers skim your side, over your ribs and hip and then back up. You whine every time he stops short of touching your ass, nipping at his neck in protest.
His other hand is in Suguru's hair, scratching his scalp gently to hear the pleased hums that bubble up from his throat. Satoru uses Suguru's hair to his advantage, tugging at the roots to tilt his head back and slot their mouths together.
"Missed you," he mumbles against his lips, pressing another kiss to them
You sit up on an elbow and lean over Satoru's chest, grabbing his jaw with your free hand to turn his face toward yours. "What about me?" you pout, eyes soft and wide when they meet his in the dim lighting of the bedroom. Your lips trail from his cheek to his lips, pressing them firmly together.
"Missed you, too, gorgeous," he smiles, peppering a series of kisses to your lips, your jaw, down your neck.
Your hand moves down his torso under the comforter, brushing lightly over his warm skin. The gentle contact makes him shudder between you and Suguru, a soft sigh pushing past his lips. Your hand meets Suguru's wrist shoved into the waistband of Satoru's boxers, annoyance radiating into an eye roll.
"Hands off," you snap at Suguru, trying (and failing) to knock his hand away.
"Sorry, I was here first." Suguru makes eye contact with you over Satoru's chest, giving you a sickly sweet faux smile. His fingers tighten around the base of Satoru's cock, earning himself a gasp from his husband that stretches his grin wider.
You open your mouth to protest, only to be cut off by Satoru before you can get a sound out.
"Oh, c'mon. It doesn't have to be like this," he says, starting to sound a little breathless. "Why don't you two kiss and make up for me?"
You'd rather die.
You plant a hand on Satoru's chest, using the leverage to sit up, fixing both of them with your glare properly just to be met by both of the bastards smirking at you.
"[name]," Suguru says, tilting his head, exasperated by this situation at this point. When you don't budge, he sighs and flips the blanket off of himself. He stands and makes his way around the bed to your side, holding out a hand to you. "Up." He curls his fingers up a couple of times, beckoning you to stand with him.
You begrudgingly take his hand for support and stand in front of him, eyebrows raised, eyes wide and expectant. "Well?"
"Baby," it's nearly a whisper with how soft his voice is. He drops your hand to place his on your cheek, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes. "You can't stay mad forever." You can, but a piece of your resolve cracks with how gentle he's being with you, melting directly into the palm of his hand. He tilts your face toward his, slowly bringing his face to yours. "Kiss me."
It's harsh. Biting, teeth clashing, your hands roughly pulling his hair, him pulling you into his body with a little more force than necessary. But only for a moment before it softens out - lips slotting together perfectly, sliding against each other's slowly, sensually, hands softening on the other's body.
"I'm sorry," he mutters against your lips as he pulls away from you. "I don't even remember why we're fighting."
And you have to admit, "I don't either." Your face scrunches up as you say it, pulling a laugh from Suguru. "Sorry, Sugu," you say pressing your lips together again.
You tumble back onto the mattress together, your arms locking around Suguru's neck as he lifts one of your legs, slotting himself between them. His long hair curtains around your faces, blocking what little light there was in the bedroom. Your lips still locked, tongues pushing against each other. His cock is throbbing against your soaked panties, your hips rutting up into his invitingly.
"Hello? I'm still here." Satoru pushes up onto his elbows, confused on how he's suddenly been forgotten. "I didn't mean it, actually. You shouldn't make up." And then, after a moment of being ignored, a whimpered, "Please don't leave me out."
so you’ve learned how to suck dick, but what’s that saying about saving a horse?
The air of the bedroom is so stuffy you nearly choke on every ragged breath you drag in. You've lost count of how many times you've cum. Your hips are bruised, your thighs are cramped, your brain is mush but you've refused to stop up until this point, not until you get it right. You just can't seem to mimic Suguru's movements.
You'd watched the way his hips had circled and slammed into Satoru's impaling himself on Satoru's cock until Satoru's brain was just as fried as yours. A blush spread over his cheeks and nose, eyes rolled into the back of his head, reduced to whimpers by the rhythm of Suguru's hips.
And now you?
You're surprised Satoru is still breathing, honestly.
Punched out breaths escape Satoru's lungs every time his tip meets your cervix, little uh-uh-uh's filling the air between you. He lays mostly limp under you, one arm covering his eyes, a hand resting on your thigh. You'd feel bad for the state he's in if it weren't for Suguru's reassurance that he loves being used like this.
Your hair sticks to your forehead, a sheen of swear coating your entire body. Your hips are steadied by Suguru's hands, guiding them up and down and back and forth on Satoru's cock, another weak orgasm sending shudders down your spine.
"I can't," you murmur, hips stilling, head resting back against Suguru's shoulder. He presses a kiss to your temple, hands roaming up your sides to cup your tits and hold you against his chest.
"You can, angel. Just one more," his hips push into yours encouraging them forward, leaky cock sliding between your ass cheeks. "You've almost got it."
"Can't we just try again later?" you groan, attempting to lift yourself off of Satoru. The loss of your snug cunt pulls Satoru from his fucked out stupor, hands flying to your waist to keep you sat on his cock.
"Wait- don't stop- please-" His thighs tremble as he fucks up into you, planting his feet into the mattress for better leverage.
His hands grab and pull at you, bringing you down to his level, tits pressed into his chest, skin sticking together with Suguru's cum from earlier. Satoru's fingers wrap into your hair to bring your face to his, the other hand rests on the small of your back, keeping your hips angled perfectly for him.
Now that you can see his eyes, lust has swallowed up his brilliant blue, only a sliver left by his blown out pupils, pleading with you for more. But you have no control of this situation, forced to take what he gives, choked moans ripping from your throat.
"Ah-! Too much-" Your hands scramble over his shoulders for purchase, nails raking over his skin in a way that only seems to spur him on.
All Suguru can do is watch the way his cock disappears into your squelching cunt - no use in trying to stop him, even if this is derailing his riding lesson. He sits back, observing the creamy ring of cum and slick forming at Satoru's base, fingers twitching to reach forward and smear it all over the both of you.
So he does.
His digits slide over the frothy mess, adding an extra layer of slippery friction and pleasure for Satoru, dick jumping at the downright pornographic moan that emits from his chest. He lets his fingers trail up, lets them catch on your entrance, once, twice and then they're sliding into you right alongside Satoru.
"Oh, fuck," he murmurs, amazed at the way the tight, wet heat of your cunt tries to suck his fingers in further. He has to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming on the spot, hips jerking up reflexively to fuck into his fist.
The stretch is obscene, filling you so completely that you feel like you're going to burst. You slam your hips down to meet Satoru's rough thrusts, taking him to the hilt and Suguru's fingers to the knuckle, your g-spot poked and prodded until stars explode behind your eyelids.
You pant into Satoru's mouth, foreheads presses together, a hand planted on his chest to keep yourself stable as your orgasm rips through you. Your eyes screw shut from the onslaught of pleasure, you whole body shuddering as wave after wave hit you.
"Look at me," Satoru pleads.
Your eyes open, locking in on him and you immediately have to look away again. He looks like sin fucking incarnate - hair sticking to his forehead, jaw dropped, lips red and swollen from chewing on them, his pupils have swallowed what was left of his irises.
You sit up to ride out your high, your weight forcing Satoru's hips down, circling and grinding yours until they falter. You lean back into Suguru for support, his fingers slipping out of your pussy and into your mouth. You moan around them, sucking the combined flavor of you and Satoru off of them.
You rock your hips back into Suguru's, the slick slide of your skin on his cock has him spilling his load across your ass, letting out a throaty moan into your ear, his hair falling over your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck. He pulls his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop! trailing them down your body to circle your clit, prolonging the frantic clenching of your walls around Satoru.
Satoru's hands grip your waist, hips jerking up again to bury himself deep into you. He cums so hard it immediately starts leaking from your abused hole, dripping down your thighs, his balls and onto the sheets beneath you.
You sag forward into Satoru, your fingers wrapping around Suguru's wrist to bring him down with you. For a few minutes you just lay there, tangled together and catching your breath.
You turn your face, cheek smushing into Satoru's chest, doing your best to look back at Suguru. "Did I do it?" you ask, words slurred together.
"There's still room for improvement," he says with a smile and a pat on your ass. "We can keep going until you get it, if you want."
That catches Satoru's attention, head snapping up, eyes wide as he shakes his head in a no. "Insatiable fucking vixens," he grumbles, voice hoarse. He throws his head back into the pillows and covers his face. "You're going to kill me."
"What a way to go," you comment, earning a laugh from Suguru.
now that you’ve learned how to swindle Satoru’s card from him, its time Suguru teaches you how to deepthroat him…
Your knees ache, the tile underneath them forming bruises under your soft skin. Your entire face is wet, a filthy mess of tears, spit and Satoru’s salty pre cum flowing freely from the tip of his cock. Your head is spinning, arousal clouding your mind and dripping from your pussy in thick globs.
Suguru sits on his knees behind you, one of his hands fisted in your hair to keep it out of your face, the other arm wrapped around your torso to hold you steady. You can feel his cock against your ass, hard and heavy and just as leaky as Satoru. He whispers honeyed praises of encouragement, his voice smooth and sweet in your ear.
“Doing such a good job, angel.”
Satoru keeps a shaky hand under your chin, tilting your head back to ensure you don’t break eye contact with him. You’ve been edging him for the last half hour, Suguru refusing to let him cum until you successfully take his entire cock.
It’s torture for both of you really, but mostly for Satoru.
He’s overly sensitive, his head an angry red that threatens to spill all over your tongue at any moment. His cheeks are flushed that pretty pink again, lips parted to drag in heavy breaths as you take him apart with your mouth.
Satoru’s tip nudges the back of your throat and you gag, pulling off to suck in a sharp lungful of air.
“It’s okay,” Suguru reassures you. “Try again.”
He guides you forward to wrap your lips around Satoru again, cheeks hallowing as you suck hard, lapping your tongue over and under his tip. Satoru’s breathing picks up, each exhale marked by a breathy moan as you take him in slowly. Inch by inch, you work your way down his cock, trying to relax your throat like Suguru told you to.
“Fuck- I’m gonna cum,” Satoru’s voice is airy, the hand under your chin moving to grip his base.
Suguru pulls you back by your hair, a wet pop! echoing as Satoru’s cock falls from your lips, falling back into his chest.
“No you’re not,” Suguru warns, smacking Satoru’s thigh. His body jolts, a red handprint blooming across his skin.
“Suguruuu,” Satoru whines, “please, baby.”
“She’s almost there. You can wait, can’t you?” Suguru coos, jutting his bottom lip out in a faux pout. “Don’t want all this training to go to waste, do we?”
Suguru’s hand snakes between your legs, his fingers brushing over your clit. The light stimulation makes your thighs tremble, your hips rocking down to get more friction. Your voice is just as whiny and pitched as Satoru’s, a whimpered ‘please,’ falling from your lips.
Everything is overwhelming - the burn in your throat and lungs, the ache in your cunt, the twitch of Suguru’s dick trapped between your bodies and Satoru’s bobbing in front of you. Determination is born out of desperation.
You lean forward of your own accord this time, taking as much of Satoru’s cock in your mouth at once as you comfortably can. The realization that it’s about half has your clit throbbing against Suguru’s fingers. You take an inch more, his tip tickling your gag reflex but you manage to keep going.
Your tongue traces the bulging vein on the underside on your way up, earning another broken moan from Satoru. His pleas are turned your direction, each bob of your head bringing both of you closer to your goals.
“P-please, sweets.” His hips buck forward, another inch disappearing past the seal of your lips. You fight the urge to gag, swallowing around him as he starts to slip into your throat.
“Look at you go,” Suguru whispers in your ear, adding more pressure to his swirling fingers on your clit. “Tell her how good she’s doing, Toru.”
“So- fuck- s’good,.”
The praise gives you the last little bit of confidence you need to relax your throat the rest of the way and bury your nose in Satoru’s pubes. Your eyes water, throat stretched to the max.
“There it is, baby. What a good girl,” Suguru purrs, his lips trailing over your neck. “So pretty with a dick in your throat.”
You cum then and there, a violent shudder ripping through you, constricting your throat as you attempt to moan, spurring Satoru’s orgasm. You choke around him, cum dribbling down your chin and spurting onto your cheek as you pull off.
You’re lightheaded as you come down from your high, feeling absolutely ruined. Satoru is no better - a hand fisted into his own hair, jaw dropped, chest heaving. He drops to his knees next to you, smashing your lips together. Suguru releases your shaky body, shuffling to be in front of you to join the sloppy kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth and slick lips sliding over each other. You latch your arms around their shoulders for support, pulling them in and keeping them close.
Suguru stands after a minute, leaving you still clinging to Satoru.
“C’mon, angel,” he says, stroking his neglected length. “Show me what you learned.”
You can only stare up at him, Satoru laughing and burying his face in your neck.
The fastest way into Satoru’s wallet pants heart... wallet, is a trick you learned from Suguru early on in your relationship with them.
You keep refreshing the tab on your phone hoping to see the price tag come down on the item of your desires but if anything it feels like it’s only going up, up, up and out of your grasp. You sigh and lock your phone, setting it in front of you on the mattress. You bury your head in your arms, letting go of the dream of owning the illusive item.
Strong hands grip your hips and flip you onto your back, Suguru’s playful expression engulfing your view as he lays on top of you. His face falls when yours doesn’t light up, asking you gently, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s dumb,” you say, shaking your head.
“It’s not dumb if you’re upset. Tell me.” His expression is so soft, so gentle that all you can do is sigh again and confess, showing him the listing on your phone.
“Ask Satoru.” Suguru makes it sound so simple.
Your cheeks heat at the idea of it alone. Realistically, you know you can ask him for anything and he’d happily give it. The insane price tag is what holds you back. There is no way you could ask for something that expensive.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” Suguru sits up at your hesitation, his knees on either side of your hips. “Listen, he’s just a man with a stupid amount of money and what do men with a stupid amount of money like to do? Spend it on pretty things.” He leans forward, his face in yours again to press a kiss to your jaw as he whispers, “That’s us.”
“I can’t,” you repeat, tilting your head away to get a better view of the man sitting on top of you.
Suguru rolls his eyes and huffs. “Do you want it?”
“Not tha-”
“Do you want it?”
“I don’t need it.”
“I didn’t ask if you need it. Yes or no, do you want it?” He raises his eyebrows, making a poor attempt at not smiling while he waits for your answer.
You swallow down your shame, avoiding eye contact as you admit, “yes,” through gritted teeth.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He presses a kiss to your lips and stands.
You push yourself up on your elbows and watch him free his hair from the bun he keeps it in, long hair falling over his shoulders and down his back. You gulp when his shirt comes off next, nothing you haven’t seen before but god, he’s fucking breathtaking.
6’3 of lean muscle, raven locks down to his waist, sharp jawline and cheekbones.
The kind of beauty that wars have been fought over.
Suguru takes your hand and pulls you to your feet.
“Let me show you how to charm the man who has the money,” he says, guiding you down the hallway and into the living room where Satoru sits on the couch, lost in whatever’s displayed on his phone screen.
You lean against the living room wall, observing the way Suguru moves across the room to settle into Satoru’s lap. He plucks Satoru’s phone from his hand and tosses it to the other cushion, commanding his attention. Satoru’s face blushes a bright, pretty pink as he takes in the sight of Suguru and all of his raw sex appeal.
“Toru, baby,” Suguru purrs, pressing himself closer to Satoru, guiding his hands to his waist. “I need your credit card.”
“Mmm, yeah?” Satoru hums, his hands roaming over Suguru’s sides and around his back to lock him in place. His pupils are already swallowing his irises, glazed over by lust. “What for?”
Suguru cages him against the back of the couch, his hair falling in a curtain around them. He rolls his hips down into Satoru’s just to hear him choke on the air he tries to suck in when their dicks brush; they’re only half hard but it’s enough. “That doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“You’re gonna bleed me dry, gorgeous.” Satoru surges up to plant his lips on Suguru’s, just for Suguru to pull back.
“Who says it’s for me?” Their eyes turn to you, still leaning against the wall. You swallow thickly, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. Satoru chuckles and returns his attention to Suguru, attempting to bring their lips together again. Suguru grabs his jaw before they can connect, just barely letting them brush when he says, “Ah- card first.”
Your clit throbs watching the interaction, completely hypnotized by Suguru the same way Satoru is. You’re pulled out of your trance and forward by Suguru holding out a little silver piece of plastic to you that you take too long to realize is Satoru’s card.
You stumble over your own feet on you way to the couch, gingerly taking the card from Suguru’s out stretched hand. You whisper a ‘thank you,’ and you’re not even sure who you’re thanking or what for, but you press a kiss to Suguru’s cheek regardless as his tongue explores Satoru’s mouth.
You turn to head back to the bedroom and enter the digits on the card into your phone on a somewhat questionable website, only to be stopped by Satoru’s hand grabbing your wrist.
When you turn back to face him, Suguru is leaving open mouthed kisses over his jaw and neck, his chest heaving as he pushes his hips up into Suguru’s.
“At least kiss me before you rob me blind.” He smirks up at you, eyes half lidded. His mouth falls open around a deep moan when Suguru finds a particularly sensitive stretch of skin, and there’s that throb in your clit again.
Your breathing is becoming just as uneven as Satoru’s. You sit next to them, your knees tucked under you and lean forward, your lips capturing Satoru’s.
“Thank you, Toru,” you whisper against his lips when you part.
──୨ৎ⋆ ̊. dadkuna and you helping your little girl get rid of her loose baby tooth ̊.⋆୨ৎ──
"count to three."
"b-but it's gonna huuurt," your daughter's voice trembled as she was on the verge of tears. a string was tied around her loose tooth with the other end fixed to a doorknob; all your husband's idea, of course. you tried to hold your laughter as you stroked her hair soothingly, standing behind her.
"daddy's gonna be so quick, sweetheart," you reassured. "you won't even feel a thing." you glanced up at sukuna with a suppressed grin. "right?"
sukuna raised an eyebrow at her in a mock stern expression, though you knew he found the situation just as amusing. "you don't trust your father, kid?"
frantically shaking her head, pigtails bobbing, your daughter looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "i do, but i'm really scared."
"just count to three," sukuna repeated calmly, his hand already on the knob. "it'll be over before you know it."
your daughter turned to you and your heart ached at her innocent, earnest face. you kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "you can close your eyes if you don't wanna look. i'm right here."
with a deep, shaky breath, the girl squeezed her eyes shut, gripped your fingers tightly and started to count very slowly.
"one... two-"
a loud slam of the door interrupted her. your daughter's eyes opened abruptly as she stared dumbly at the floor. right there, still attached to the string and hanging from the handle, was her fallen canine.
"baby, you did it!" your arms came around your daughter in a warm hug. pride filled your chest as you showered her with praise. the shock seemed to gradually wear off as she grinned back with an adorable, slightly bloody, tooth-missing smile.
"it actually came out! that was so fast, dad!" she pulled away from you to hug sukuna's thighs. "i didn't feel anything!"
huffing in amusement, sukuna picked the girl up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder, making her dangle upside down by his legs as she shrieked with joy. "that's why you gotta listen to your father, kid," sukuna walked towards you, eyes half-lidded. "your daddy's always right. just ask your mom."
"put her down, ryo," you scolded even as you couldn't keep the laughter from your voice. instead of replying, he kissed you, firm, still holding your daughter securely. you melted into it despite yourself, tugging him closer by his beater.
"eww, is dad being gross again, i can feel it," your daughter complained behind him. "let me go, i don't wanna see!"
"too damn bad," he gruffly spoke against your lips after you parted, smirking. "it's my house, i can be as gross as i like."
gagging exaggeratedly, your daughter managed to land on all fours as she pulled away from sukuna's grip. she grabbed her tooth and rushed to her room, shutting the door. you huffed and shook your head, fond, letting sukuna wrap his arms around you properly.
"brat. she learns it from you," he muttered, planting kisses on your neck. you scoffed indignantly, though it came out breathless and smiling.
"you love it," your head tilted, arching towards him, giving more room. he snorted quietly against your shoulder.
"i do. god help me, i do."
a/n: it was actually originally supposed to be a son, but i js couldn't imagine sukuna as anything but a girldad idkkk it just speaks to me ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.
I don’t usually get political on social media but with everything that is going on it’s harder and harder to stay informed.
153 democrats voted in favor of sending 3.3BILLION tax funded dollars in weapons to Israel. There are no good guys. The democratic Party is just as Corrupt as the republican Party and they’re causing a divide to distract us from it.
Next up.
DT announced plans to cut off federal funding to blue states.
Let me remind you guys that only 5 blue states make up 35% OF OUR COUNTRYS TAXES. ONLY 5. if those blue states choose to withhold on federal tax the entire country is going to collapse.
Please do research. Please stay informed. Please contact your state reps. PLEASE. STAY. SAFE.
Hiii no pressure but whenever you do another satosugu texts could you do one where the reader is jealous of someone flirting with the boys while at the mall?
— minors dni, poly! stsg, jealous! reader, crack, cw satoru, fuck it cw suguru too
