꣑ৎ fighting with satoru leads to him forcing you to ride him
The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon.
“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy.
It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it.
“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple.
His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”
“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”
“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.”
But you were.
You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you.
“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.”
“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over.
Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.”
You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?”
Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to.
You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?”
Well, yes.
But you were not going to admit that so easily.
“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench.
“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up.
“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?”
Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched.
A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better.
“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.”
And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off.
“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react.
Nothing was working.
Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups.
You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.”
White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.”
You nodded, placing your lips on his, finally receiving the kiss you needed.
frat!kuna is a reward based learner (shy tutor!reader)
this was not how you normally held tutoring sessions: legs tangled in the sheets, sweat slick between your bodies, and not a single piece of clothing on. yeah, this had to be a first.
sukuna’s face was covered in your slick, and by the looks of it, he wanted even more. he buried his face between your thighs for the nth time, and you tugged at his hair in protest.
“no! you need to answer another question first!” you said sternly. or at least, you tried to. you felt the gentle kitten licks he was leaving on your cunt and you folded at his touch. within seconds, you forgot what you were scolding him about, and he forced your thighs apart once more. he mumbled something against your skin, before kissing your thigh.
“hit me.” he said with a smirk. he was doing this on purpose. ignoring your urges to get back on track, only entertaining them when he had you like this—melting like putty in his hands, completely out of it and with only him on your mind.
“t-the probably of the…” your mind went blank on the problem as he pressed a kiss to your pussy before diving in again. you cried his name out as he lapped at your wet folds, thighs trembling as another orgasm threatened to crash over you. he bullied your poor cunt with his tongue, grunting and groaning as if he was in your place. just as you were about to reach the edge, he pulled away and laid on his stomach before you.
“sorry you know me, i tend to get distracted easily… you were saying?” sukuna took in your current state: pupils blown wide, chest heaving, and a look of hurt and confusion crossing your cute face. he immediately felt guilty and apologized.
“i’m sorry, that was fucked up of me. do you want me to keep going?” his eyes searched yours frantically, like he was panicking.
you averted your eyes. you were torn. you needed to actually make use of this session so it wouldn’t be all for nothing…but the way he went down on you felt heavenly. he was scarily good at it, making you feel so good, reaching places you didn’t even know existed, all with just his tongue.
“no pressure, we can go back to studying too. i’m fine with whatever.” he reassured you.
maybe it was the denial of orgasm. maybe you just weren’t in the best position to be responsible right now. whatever it was, you leaned forward and pulled him closer with smile.
“one more. just one ‘kuna.” you cupped his cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. he grinned and raised an eyebrow at you.
“you wanna ask me a question first, don’t you…” he asked reluctantly, leaning into your touch. you giggled and nodded.
“mhm!” he was catching on quite fast. at this rate, he could be the tutor next…
he groaned, but the smile never left face. “alright, ask me it.”
“is weight qualitative or quantitative data?”
“obviously it’s quantitative,” it was his turn to narrow his eyes at you, “did you seriously ask me an easy one on purpose?”
“err… maybe?” you replied all innocently, already spreading your legs wider for him.
“that’s cheating.” he scoffed, but inched forward anyway.
✵ Pairings: Dragon!Sylus x Mate!Reader x FaeKing!Gojo
✵ Rating: Explicit (mdni) 18+
✵ Synopsis: The dragons and the fae have been at war for centuries. What happens when the sovereign dragon and the fae king find their mate in the same human?
✵ Content Warnings: f!reader, explicit sexual content, porn with a little plot, brief descriptions of violence, blood, piv, double penetration, 2 ps in 1 v, belly bulges, cream pies, squirting, praise, breeding kink, Sylus and Satoru arguing over who gets to knock reader up first, acotar typical mating dynamics, heavily based on acotar fae, set in the same universe as acotar
✵ WC: 7k
for @madamechrissy’s 2 year JJK crossover event
You wake up warm, so warm, nestled between two broad, muscular chests. Dawn light spills across your body, painting it in oranges and gold, along with the two distinctly male forms trapping you in. One heartbeat pounds steady against your back, and the other beats in counter-rhythm against your chest. This is contentment. Something you used to think you’d never be able to have.
If anybody had told you a year ago that your life would have turned out this way, you would have laughed in their faces. Mated? What a foreign faerie term. But you’ve come to love that word and the loaded meaning carried with it. Eight months ago, you were just a normal girl, living in your parents’ cottage—human, grateful to have survived as long as you had living amidst the war between the Eastern drakes and Rakuen, the fae island stronghold off the East coast of the continent.
The village you lived in was at the base of their sacred mountain, constantly under the threat of dragon fire and the side effects of violent faerie magic. You lost your father to the former as a child, and the aura of the latter caused innumerable harmful side effects to the whole village. It took your first love, a boy you can now barely recall—he was turned into a stag and took off into the woods, never to be seen or heard from again. Burning and rebuilding, burning and rebuilding, every day growing more hopeless and weary. From the time you were twelve, you have known how to thatch a roof. Your father was no longer around to do it, so someone had to.
The seemingly endless war had brought nothing but pain not only to its participants but also to everyone caught between them. Every day that passed, the battles only worsened and became more frequent. Of course, both sides seemed to forget that the dragons descended from the High Fae, that once upon a time they were cousins. The two races used to be closely related, though eons of evolution have separated them into distinct species. It’s no wonder that they hold the same mountain in sacred reverence.
You have plenty of reasons to despise the drakes and faerie-kind, though now you have two reasons not to. Two very good reasons.
It was the fae king you met first—Satoru Gojo—clear pale skin, eyes that seemed to contain the whole sky in them, delicately pointed ears, and slightly elongated canines. Just after yet another dragon attack, your family’s cottage burning under the white flames, he simply appeared out of nowhere, a blip of space distorting, and then he was there. Winnowing, they call it. From the instant you laid eyes on him, you understood him for what he was. It was impossible to miss. Not just fae, but High Fae. Ethereal, beautiful, and entirely lethal. A faerie could kill a human a thousand ways before they could even blink, and they have. There’s a reason human tales of the fae are always cautionary; faeries are predators, and humans are oft nothing more than prey to their kind.
To be truthful, you don’t remember much of the exchange except begging him to save your mother and sister, who were trapped inside. Your face was covered in soot and ash, simple wool dress scorched to bits, hair wild and untamed. No one else dared speak to the faerie, or even look him in the eyes. But you did.
“Anything! I will give you anything if you can find it in you to help them,” you cried, twin streams of hot, salty tears running down your cheeks. You had already lost your father. To lose your mother and sister as well would be a grief too much for you to carry.
“Anything?” He purred, leaning in close to you, the skies in those uncanny eyes swirling and shifting. “Do you swear it?” His expression was unreadable as he offered his hand to you. And the desperate, thoughtless girl that you were took it. Too naive to understand the magic that would bind you. Up close, you could see the points of his teeth. “Careful what sorts of promises you make to my kind little human,” he said. And then he rescued them, with a snap of his fingers. The fire was put out too, your childhood home restored, like the drakes never touched it. And after, he turned to you with a wide smile and said, “As for my reward, I’d like you to come live with me in Tenkū Toshi.”
With magic now bonding you, you had no choice. You were bound by its governance to live in the fae city at the summit of the sacred mountain. To your embarrassment, from the very beginning, they were calling you the king’s human bride.
At first, you didn’t love him. In fact, you despised him. The two of you fought constantly, but over time you learned that behind his arrogance, the flippant attitude many immortals have, the impulsiveness, and his revelry in the body and violence, he was also kind, funny, and utterly charming when he wanted to be. Not to mention fiercely loyal and protective.
He utterly spoiled you—from conjuring or purchasing anything your heart desired to humbling himself just to make you laugh to accompanying you down the mountain to visit your family whenever you so wished. Whatever skills you wanted to learn, whatever hobby happened to have your eye, he supported and funded. There have always been gifts for your mother and sister, both of whom he treats with respect. But what truly planted the seeds of your feelings was his vow to shield your village from the dragon raids going forward. You no longer had to live in fear of it being razed by ruby and white flames.
Maybe you were doomed from the start. He is your mate after all. Even unseen, unrealized, the bond was always there. It snapped into place the first time he fucked you. Deep and hard, on top of the dinner table you had just been arguing at. You can’t even recall what it was you were arguing about. However, you can’t forget how he made you come three times and then carried you off to his bed. You didn’t leave it for three days.
The memory makes you smile now. A treasure that you hold close to your heart, especially in these soft, quiet moments.
As if roused by your thoughts, Satoru stirs underneath you. His white lashes fanning across his flawless skin. No painting could ever truly capture his beauty, you think. It’s something to be experienced, rather than just seen with the eyes. The broad spread of his hand runs slowly down the soft skin of your side; the other blindly finds your tit, palming the plush flesh even barely awake. The King, you’ve learned many times, has no restraint whatsoever.
Last night was a demonstration of it. You’re still sore, your cunt aching and well used, your throat raw from Sylus’s cock. Even now, hours later, you’re still soaked from it, not to mention still full of their cum. Marks of passion—faint scratches, a few light bruises, hickeys, bite marks—litter your soft, tender skin. Beasts. Both of them. But if the two of them are beasts, then you are too.
Outside, Tenkū Toshi, the city of the skies, still sleeps. Usually, raucous and bustling, only the sound of the wind and the birds carrying their hymns through the white maze of buildings can be heard. The silence is peaceful, rather than unsettling. Rarely do the three of you get mornings like this: soft, quiet, gentle. Ruling two separate peoples takes up so much of your time, so every second is something precious.
Against your back, the other man finally stirs. You can feel puffs of his hot breath against your skin, his body running naturally hotter than yours due to the fire in his chest. His knee comes up, pressing between your thighs. The hard, thick shaft of his cock flush with the curve of your ass. Sylus, the other half of your heart, the other third of your soul. The end of his tail is curled possessively around your ankle, his wings whooshing every so often when they twitch in his sleep.
Satoru had to double the size of the bed to accommodate said wings. He might have complained about it the whole time, but he did it. No matter how much he dislikes something, he can never deny you.
The scent of Satoru’s skin, something crisp and refreshing, like citrus, early morning dew, and evergreens, is wreathed around you, a contrast to Sylus’s richer tones of bergamot and sandalwood. It smells like home.
It’s easy to love Tenkū Toshi with its open-air architecture, the pristine white walls often decorated in murals and vines, the music constantly flowing through from the heart of the city to its outermost walls, like lifeblood. Tenkū Toshi is known for its music, famed throughout the continent. Before the dragon raids worsened, fae and human alike travelled far and wide to hear the Hawthorne Troupe play. The first time you heard them play in the massive amphitheater in the city’s center, it was like having a spell cast over your heart, mind, and soul.
Letting out a sigh of contentment, your hand draws lazily up Satoru’s muscular chest. Sylus’s long, scaled tail tightens around you like he can sense your attention to Satoru, even though he's mostly asleep.
Your dragon came later. A few months into your living in Tenkū Toshi, just as you and Satoru were starting to find even footing and fresh new feelings started to take root in your heart, there was an attack—an assassination attempt. The dragon sovereign, Sylus, lord of the eastern skies and the dragons that ride them, broke into Satoru’s bedroom himself after letting loose his warriors on the gates of the city. A distraction, one that nearly cost your mate his life.
With you to protect, Satoru fought in a way you can only describe as feral. Blood and gore splattered the room. He even went so far as to injure the dragon’s wings to prevent any hope of escape. At the end, with the dragon lord lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, Satoru’s crystal dagger, infused with pure fae magick, held to his throat, it was almost sad. Sylus turned his head, just enough for you to catch the sad, empty look in those ruby eyes, and something called to you deep in your soul.
“Wait!” You screamed, just as the tip of the dagger nicked skin. At the time, you didn’t know why you stopped him. Every bone in your body told you that you could not allow Satoru to kill him; your heart wouldn’t stand for it. Understandably, the fae king was not very happy about it, but he respected your wishes, however irritated about it, which is all that mattered.
Over the next few weeks, you nursed Sylus back to health. Something deep in you compelled you to. It was wrong. He tried to kill your mate. Guilt weighed like a stone in your chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, couldn’t bring yourself to let go of the crimson-eyed, silver-haired fiend who looked at you with such longing that it made your heart ache.
Although he was confined to the dungeons, you entertained him by reading to him, showing him art, and playing music for him. In turn, he told you tales of his time in the skies, the sense of loss his kind feels over their constant roaming, how they long for a home to rest their wings. And one day, out of the blue, he just kissed you, kissed you breathless. Despite your guilt, despite your fear, you couldn’t stop kissing him back. That was when you discovered that you, the unimportant, average human, had two mates.
A single mate is rare and blessed enough, but to have two? That’s a cauldron-blessed gift from the goddess. Entirely unheard of. Especially for a human.
Your dragon and your fae king, whom you have grown to love equally and tenderly. It wasn’t an easy road to reach this point. At first, there was so much fighting, with both males constantly at each other’s throats. Satoru despised Sylus for trying to steal you, his most precious human, from him, and Sylus despised Satoru for not giving you up. They were always at each other’s throats and had no qualms about beating each other’s faces in.
It was tearing you apart. You could love them both, you could hate them both, but the one thing you absolutely could not do is choose between them.
After one particularly bad fight, you had to sit the two of them down and lay it all out. “If you two cannot coexist together, then I will be forced to leave both of you behind. My heart cannot bear to choose between you, so if that day comes, then I’d sooner you cut out my heart than foist that choice upon me,” you said calmly. “The two of you are immortal. Surely you learned something somewhat diplomatic in your hundreds of years alive. Use that. For my sake, for your peoples’ sake, and for your own sakes.” Although having those eyes, one pair crimson like crystallized blood, the other like the sky contained in two irises, was somewhat unnerving, you delivered your words without flinching.
As if they could ever hurt you anyway. It’s impossible. Mates cannot harm each other, even before the bond is fully formed.
Things changed for the better after that. While they didn’t exactly like each other, and you doubted they truly would, they became cordial and respectful to one another. That’s just about all you could ask for. Peace has finally come to Rakuen, for human, faerie, and dragon alike. It took some doing and many, many treaty negotiations, most of which you mediated, but there is peace. All because the goddess saw fit to bless you with two mates.
And now you’re here. Smashed between them, half on top of Satoru, and Sylus half on top of you. In these quiet moments, with the sun breaking through your window, the birds singing their songs throughout the city. Beneath you, Satoru is completely and utterly naked. The fae aren’t exactly shy about nudity, so it’s not out of the ordinary for the wild creatures that they are. But Sylus is naked too, which is out of the ordinary. Dragons have more sensibilities than the fae, attracted to beauty and delicate things, an irony of the fierce creatures. You, somehow, are the only one with anything on, though you’re sure that’s not going to last long once the two of them fully awaken.
A delicate silk nightdress, trimmed in lace. Something Sylus had bought you the other day, imported from Velaris. He paid an arm and a leg for it, but it truly was very beautiful. The material felt like some light, airy liquid against your skin, the material like shimmering starlight. Even Satoru had begrudgingly thanked your dragon for the purchase; that’s how well the delicate little piece suited you.
You’re surprised it lasted the night, honestly.
Sylus lets out a long sigh and shifts, his knee grinding slightly against your clothed pussy. Slowly, you tilt your head, trying to get a look at him, but you can’t without moving and disturbing both of them. Is he really asleep or just faking? It’s hard to tell with him sometimes. He can keep up the pretense remarkably well when he’s not keen on being disturbed. But because you’re incapable of restraint with them, you can’t help but grind back against his knee, hissing quietly at the friction.
You feel the rumble against your back before the sound of the sleepy chuckle reaches your ears. On a good day, Sylus’s voice is low and slightly raspy. In the mornings, though, the sound is rough in a way that makes you want to sit on his face. “Mmm, don’t tell me my cute little kitten is all needy this morning. Did we not satisfy you yesterday?” He murmurs against your skin, tongue darting out to drag against you. A large hand slides around your body, dragging slowly over the beautiful silk of your night dress, to find the soft flesh of your other breast, fingers sinking in, iron claws poking out to just pierce the soft fabric and brush against your skin, before they retract and it’s his warm calloused hands, squeezing and kneading.
“What if I say no?” You gasp as his knee grinds against your pussy again, making your wells clench around nothing.
Satoru’s hand twitches around your tit, his leg bending at the knee, trapping you in between them completely, and he lets out a soft grunt. With the shift in positions, his hard cock presses against your thigh. Your hand slides up his chest, feeling the densely packed, lean muscle. “Then you’d be a liar,” he says, beating Sylus to the punch.
“She’s not a liar.” A large wing shoots into the air and bends to cocoon you all in. “She’s just greedy.” Reaching out, you drag a finger along the thin, soft membrane. The drawn-out groan and full-body shudder make your thighs damp with need. Wings are such sensitive things.
Satoru’s answering hum is accompanied by his long fingers pinching the peak of your breast. You hiss from between your teeth, “Can’t complain. Both of us love greedy, don’t we?” He squeezes your nipple a little harder and gives it a slight twist, grinding his cock against the plush of your thigh.
You can feel Sylus’s small smile against your back before he says, “I’d say it’s one of the few things we can agree on.” His fingers, slimmer but just a touch longer than Satoru’s, squeeze your tit over the silky fabric of your nightgown. Flicking your nipple, he follows it up with a sharp pinch, rougher than the other male. “When it comes to what you want, kitten, be as greedy as you’d like. We’ll support you,” Sylus purrs, nuzzling against the back of your neck, scraping his teeth over your soft skin.
Heat pools low in your gut, the space between your thighs growing wetter and wetter with each little ministration. There’s an ache deep in your cunt, one that could only ever be truly satisfied by your mates. Sylus’s teeth graze over your neck, pausing at the silvery scars left behind by Satoru’s canines from the first time he fucked you stupid, when you found out you were his mate. Sylus grinds his knee into you again, and you can’t stop the whimper from slipping out of your lips.
“Hah, no matter what? Even if I want all of your heart and soul, your riches, and possessions?” You counter, arching as Satoru tugs gently on your nipple.
“Especially then,” Sylus returns, voice rough and dark. Then, his teeth dig hard into the soft skin of your shoulder, making you cry out. He chuckles, his tongue laving over the area, soothing the sting. There’s going to be a mark there.
Satoru smirks beneath you, grinding his cock shamelessly against your thigh. “Be greedier with us, princess,” Satoru encourages, a look of pure mischief on his face, such a fae expression. Those swirling opal sky eyes lock onto you, and you can’t help but get pulled in by them. “Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you,” he says, the seriousness in his tone and his expression making that heat in your gut burn a little hotter.
“Want you inside me,” you breathe, not even sure yourself which of them you’re referring to. Satoru? Sylus? Both of them?
Sylus chuckles, nuzzling against your neck again. “Yes, but which one, kitten?”The hand not toying with your nipple slides down to the hem of your little silken night dress. “Do you want me…” he drags that word out, grinding his cock against you, rutting against your skin like an animal. His voice darkens a few shades as he adds, “Or him?” A nip at the shell of your ear, another to the sensitive curve of your shoulders.
“Or both?” Satoru suggests cheekily, reaching up to brush his fingers gently over your cheek. Your skin turns warm and pink under his touch, not from the sensation, but from the rough, wanting cadence of his voice.
Your mouth practically waters. “Both,” you breathe out. “Need you. Now.” Will the craving for them ever stop? Will this hunger ever fade? You hope not.
Satoru laughs and drags you up to crash his mouth into yours. Even in the mornings, he tastes good, like honey. His mouth moves against yours, claiming you deeply and thoroughly, tongue swiping against your lower lip. When your mouth parts for him like a flower opening in the spring, he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage, plunging his tongue inside and swirling it to tangle with yours and taste you fully.
You moan into the kiss, your body shuddering, especially when one of Sylus’s hands pushes up the hem of the night dress to reveal the bare curve of your ass. Lashes fluttering closed, you melt into it. The heat in your gut depends as the slickness between your thighs doubles, just barely starting to leak down your thighs. His tail, still coiled around your ankle, tugs your legs apart, revealing your soaked folds to him fully.
“Fuck, look at you, kitten, so soaked for us,” Sylus growls out, one of his fingers slides down to brush your clit, then drags upward to circle your entrance, making your hips jerk. When his fingers pull away, only for you to hear a slurp behind you, you know Sylus is cleaning his fingers of you with his mouth.
Satoru’s cock twitches beneath you in anticipation, hard and thick, pressed against your stomach. “No fair,” he pouts, looking over your shoulder, “Let me have a taste.”
With a chuckle, Sylus’s hand drifts down, a damp, singular finger circling your entrance again before diving inside. There’s no warning, but you can take just one finger, especially after how they stretched you out last night, trading off between your greedy cunt and your mouth. He curls that finger toward your belly, making you cry out as the calloused pad scrapes over that spot that makes your toes curl, forcing a little cry from your lips. That finger curls again and again, your slick soaking it from how needy you are.
When he withdraws with a filthy, wet sound, you let out the neediest little whine. But Sylus just leans over and pushes his finger roughly into Satoru’s mouth. The fae male eagerly sucks your taste from Sylus’s skin, groaning as he swallows, his throat bobbing. When Sylus pulls his finger out, Satoru’s tongue swipes over his lips, collecting any stray drops of your slick. “Delicious,” Satoru lets out.
Behind you, Sylus shifts, grabbing your hips at the same time to pull over Satoru completely, manhandling you into straddling your fae king. “Think she can really handle us both?” Sylus asks with a heady chuckle, the heavy, thick length of his cock tapping impatiently against your ass.
Both of your mates have perfect anatomy in your humble opinion, though different. Sylus is thick, thicker than any cock you’ve seen before, but that’s not saying much as you haven’t seen many. Plus, it’s hardly fair to compare fae cock to human cock. Being a dragon, he has a broader tip, perfect for stretching you out even in your deepest reaches. Not to mention the jagged, angry veins wrapping around his shaft, a particularly thick one running up the underside. Satoru isn’t quite as girthy as Sylus, but he makes up for it by his sheer length and the slight curve that makes him naturally stroke against that soft spongy spot in your walls, the spot that’s made you soak him more than once.
“Tch. Our mate can handle anything we throw at her,” Satoru says like it’s a challenge, reaching up to grab your jaw, “Can’t you, pretty girl?”
You nod eagerly, not caring about the consequences. Maybe if that ache deep in your cunt wasn’t there, you would think it through a little more, see how it might be a bit above your body’s limits, but that need overwrites every logical thought your mind tries to conjure. “I can take it,” you gasp out as Sylus slaps his cock against your pussy, making your hips jump in response. “Please?”
Satoru chuckles, lifting his hips enough to grind his leaking tip against your entrance. Your nails dig into the firm flesh of his chest. “You beg so pretty for us, my sweet,” he purrs, reaching out to pinch one of your nipples. “How could we ever deny you?”
“We’d be failures as mates,” Sylus adds, dragging a hand down your spine before smacking his palm hard against your ass cheek. The sound rings through the room and stings against your soft, plush flesh. It’s immediately followed up by a squeeze, Sylus grabbing a handful, fingers digging in just because he can. His tail slides up your calves before wrenching your legs open wider for him. His hand finds your entrance again, and he whispers roughly, “You want me here?” A pause as his fingers slide up to circle your puckered unused hole, “Or here?”
Fuck. How are you ever supposed to choose? It’s like trying to choose between the two of them.
“Or, we could both squeeze in here?” Satoru adds, lifting his hips to grind his tip against your weeping entrance.
Your cunt practically oozes slick at the thought, walls clenching around nothing. It has you pausing and blinking as you stare into his sky eyes. Both of them in one hole? They’d never fucking fit. But still … you can’t deny the tremor it sends down your spine.
Sylus groans, “Fuck, you should see this, her little hole is squeezing around nothing.” He smacks your pussy this time, the sting making you moan and jerk your hips at the same time. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, kitten? Both of us stretching out your tight cunt at once? Hmm? Say it for us, darling. Say it, and we’ll give you anything you ask for.” The tip of his tail draws tantalizing circles and patterns up and down the soft skin of your calf.
You whine as Satoru reaches between you to brush his thumb over your clit. His skin is softer than Sylus’s, less calloused, but no less skilled. He circles that needy little nub, not quite touching, but brushing enough to make that ache in your cunt double in intensity. “Fuck, yes, both of you,” you manage to get out while trying to grind shamelessly against Satoru’s fingers.
Both men chuckle this time, the dark rumbles harmonizing. “Greedy little thing,” Sylus purrs, his hands gripping your thighs until the muscles in your legs are taut and you’re wide open for him. “You first,” he murmurs to Satoru.
Your fae king needs no further invitation; he notches the tip of his cock at your entrance, one hand finding your hip to hold you steady. Slowly, inch by glorious inch, he sinks into you, filling you completely. As he slides home, a ragged moan tears from your lips in tandem with a groan drawn from his chest.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweet girl, take me,” Satoru bites out, long white lashes fluttering.
The bond between you tightens and crackles like a strangle of lightning tying together your minds and souls. He lets you adjust and stretches you out even more with slow, gentle, small rolls of his hips. The hand between your thighs keeps skating around your needy clit in gentle, steady circles, but fuck, you want more. Your own hips rock, grinding his tip against your cervix in a way that makes your head tip back, makes you moan.
“Ride him,” Sylus orders, leaning over you to pepper kisses over your shoulder, and when he bites down, your hips jerk automatically. It pulls a moan from both you and Satoru in one fell swoop.
You rock your hips, grinding down on Satoru’s cock, feeling it in your deepest trenches. “Fuck, so deep,” you let out, your hips moving in slow, tantalizing motions. Finally, Satoru’s thumb brushes over your twitchy clit, which has your back arching, another moan tumbling out of you.
Finally, Sylus’s teeth release you, and he murmurs, “No, you misunderstand. If you’re going to do something, then commit to it. Ride him like you mean it.” His fingers thread through your hair, roughly tugging you back for a kiss. His mouth crashes into yours, tongue sliding into your mouth without any askance. You can taste yourself on his lips.
That’s a challenge if you’ve ever heard one. You can’t help but rise to it. The snap and roll of your hips has Satoru whining and whimpering beneath you, the scrape of the velvety head of his cock against that spot inside you that makes you see stars has your cunt dripping, leaking down your thighs, dripping onto his pelvis. The dual sensation of Satoru’s thumb working your clit and his cock splitting you open has your thighs trembling on either side of him. That familiar tension starts building low in your gut, your walls tensing up. With his hand on your hip, he helps guide you, makes the glide a little easier as you bounce up and down on his cock.
But before you can get any closer to the brink of that pleasure abyss, Sylus’s hand grips your other hip to hold you still. That’s when you feel the broad head of his cock nudging at where you’re squeezing Satoru so exquisitely. Your toes curl in anticipation, walls fluttering around Satoru’s shaft.
“Easy, kitten,” Sylus murmurs, smearing his leaking tip in your abundant slick. “You’re so wet for us, pretty,” he adds. Once his shaft is nicely soaked in your wetness, he drags it back up to your entrance again.
“Be gentle,” Satoru hisses through his teeth when he feels you tense, your walls clamping briefly around him.
“Gentle?” Sylus purrs, pushing forward just the slightest bit. The intense pressure and the burn have you gasping, tears welling in your eyes. “Is that what you want, kitten?” Another little push, another half inch in.
A whimper leaves your lips. Your breath comes in heavy pants, eyes watering at the sting of being stretched so fucking much. Thighs trembling, you try to get a grip on yourself, but all your thoughts are scattering like feathers on the breeze. Being the stubborn little brat you are, though, you shake your head at Sylus’s question. It’s the truth anyway. Sure, gentle is nice from time to time, sweet and tender, but times like this you just want to fucked into next week. Your nails bite into Satoru’s warm flesh, crescent moans forming where they dig in.
“Hmm, that’s what I thought,” he grunts as he eases in just a little more. His hand sweeps soothingly down your back, “You’re doing so good for us, taking us both. A little more, pretty. You can do it.”
“Fuuuuuck,” Satoru groans out beneath you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “So fucking tight.” The hand between your thighs falters, just for a second, before picking up the pace again, this time rolling his thumb right over your sensitive nub.
You gasp, blinking away the tears in your eyes. All you can do is sit there and take it as Sylus eases in bit by bit over the course of what feels like forever. Every time you tense and squeeze, he has to pause and coax you back into relaxing with sweet nothings and gentle kisses. You swear you’ve never felt so full in your life, and when you look down, there’s a big bulge in your belly from where they’re both being squeezed so tightly by you. Once he’s finally seated all the way inside you, all three of you remain completely and utterly still.
“Look at that,” Satoru breathes reverently, his sky eyes darkening as he looks down at the swell, where your body stretches to accommodate them. “So fucking full of us. God, you’re so pretty. So perfect.” His hips twitch up just a little, drawing hisses from all three of you.
Sylus’s hand in your hair tightens, and he bites out, “Don’t fucking move you, fae bastard.”
“Hah, like I really could,” Satoru counters.
“Stop arguing and fuck me,” you cut in, your tone demanding and bratty, but how can you help it? You’re oozing slick, dripping from where both cocks are shoved up inside you, thighs shaking, cunt aching, stretched to your absolute limits. And they want to sit there and chat while you’re in this state? Idiots.
“As you wish,” Sylus purrs, pulling back slightly only to shove all the way back in. His cock drags along your inner walls, against Satoru’s flushed, leaky shaft where it’s buried right next to his. Both you and your fae bastard let out a moan. You carve your nails down Satoru’s chest, leaving red streaks in their wake, digging in hard at the end.
“That’s it, princess,” Satoru coos, “If you need to hold onto something, need to mark something up, you can use me. Good girl.”
Giving a tsk, Sylus mutters, “You spoil her.” But the gentle hold he has on one hip and the way his other hand rubs soothing circles into your back betrays him.
Sylus pulls back a little more this time and then slides back home. With each pump of his cock, the burn fades a little more, replaced by overwhelming pleasure. You can see him moving in you, the swell in your belly shifting every time he slides out, then pushes back in. When he’s all the way in, he grinds the tip of his cock as deep as it will go, giving you that delicious friction, which has you moaning and arching wantonly for him.
“Spoil her? Please,” Satoru grunts out, his fingers curling into your other hip while his free hand circles and then flicks your clit. “If I spoil her, it’s because she deserves it.” He leans up to brush his nose with yours, then capture your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you fully, dancing with yours.
“Ah, Satoru,” you let out when he breaks the kiss, your soaked, tacky walls pulsing around them. Both men let out simultaneous groans and Sylus’s hips jerk forward hard until they’re flush against your ass. “Sylus. Feels so good. Please. Harder,” you beg, the tears streaking down your cheeks, dripping onto Satoru’s chest.
“Fuck, cryin’ for us and begging for more,” Satoru laughs breathlessly when he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva stretching between your mouths, those crystalline sky eyes glazing over.
Sylus sets a strong, easy rhythm, ploughing into your tight cunt like he’s determined to make sure you feel it in your heart and soul. The sounds of pleasure ring loud and filthy through the room, the wet squelch of sylus fucking into you, your high, needy moans, Satoru’s grunts and whines. The way Sylus’s cock strokes your walls, pushes and pulls at your insides, against Satoru’s length has you writhing between them.
Maybe this is paradise. Having your two mates stretching you out as much as your body can possibly take, the heat between you, the flex of Sylus’s hips, the flutter of Satoru’s sweeping white lashes. So much pressure, so much pleasure. Your thoughts start to fracture into dust until the only things you know are their names. Sylus, Satoru. Satoru, Sylus. Your mates. Yours. No one else’s. These two gorgeous, strong males belong wholly, completely to you.
Your walls clench around them, and Satoru’s face screws up in pleasure. “Keep doing that, princess, and I’m gonna fill you with my cum right fucking now,” he bites out, his hips twitching slightly, cock drooling pre into your warm, waiting pussy.
“No,” Sylus grunts out sharply. “She comes first.” He says it like it’s a necessity, like it’s an immutable fact of life. The hand on your back moves to cup your tit, pinching and tugging your pert, stiff little nipples. The darkness in his tone when he adds, “If you come before her, I’ll take you outside after and make you regret it.”
“Tch. And I’m the one who spoils her here,” Satoru breathes. But at the same time, the way his fingers work over your clit becomes frantic, feverish. “I’ll take that risk. At least if I fill her up first, I have a better chance of seeing her round with my baby first, too. I’ll take a beating for that.”
Sylus’s thrusts falter, and he freezes for less than a second. A growl rips from his throat, and you can’t even prepare yourself before he’s sliding almost all the way out and then slamming back in. The jolt of his tip bumping your cervix has you crying out, nails clawing into Satoru’s skin. “If anyone is putting their baby in her, it’s going to be me,” Sylus snarls at last as he finds his rhythm again with another mean fucking stroke.
“What do you think, kitten? Who should cum first? Whose little one would rather carry first?” Sylus coos.
“I-I—“ you can’t even get the words out, can’t even form a proper sentence. It doesn’t matter anyway. You could never choose. Never. “Both. Please. Fuck.” The words burst from you in quick succession.
“Good answer,” Sylus grunts, slamming his cock into you with ease now that you’re nice and stretched out on them. “Very, ah, diplomatic.”
Satoru’s mistake was in provoking him. Your cunt squelches sopping as Sylus’s hips piston against your ass, his hand coming down to smack the soft flesh again with a crack. That tension starts to tighten down in your guts again, the remnants of your thoughts scattering to the winds of pleasure mounting within you.
“Gonna fill you up with our cum,” Satoru gasps, hips twitching up. “Gonna be up to your pretty body which one of us gets to have you all swollen first. That what you want?” The pad of his thumb rolls frantically back and forth over your swollen clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Goddess, yes, please,” you cry out, lower lip trembling, thighs shaking. “Want it so bad.”
It’s the little pinch to your aching clit that pushes you over the edge. Your hips jerk sharply, walls spasming, tightening, around their hard cocks. Pleasure shoots through you, radiating from your center but rolling through you in sparkling waves of complete bliss. You come so hard that your vision darkens at the edges and your hearing rings in your ears. Satoru doesn’t stop, though.
He’s staring up at you with an intense, eternal hunger in those eyes that contain the skies in them, like he could live off gorging himself on you. His thumb keeps rubbing rough circles across your oversensitive clit until you’re whining, whimpering, and being yanked into another orgasm.
Between the pressure of having them both squeezed inside you and Satoru’s fingers, your body convulses, a flood of slick running down your thighs, soaking Satoru, the bed, the sheets. You’re screaming, or it might be moaning; you’re not even sure anymore. There are no thoughts in your head. All you feel is overwhelming bliss.
Sylus’s thrusts become harder, sloppier, the rhythm breaking down into pure, unadulterated need. His fingers on your hip tighten hard enough to bruise. The two of them work you through both orgasms, your body feeling so heavy and so light all at once.
Satoru is the first to follow when you drip all over him. He groans, his teeth sinking into the plush of his lower lip, as his cock twitches inside you over and over. Hot, sticky bursts of cum paint your insides white as your walls milk him with the last dregs of your release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the string of curses that falls from Satoru’s lips is interspersed with gasps of your name. “Ah, that’s it, good girl, take it. Every drop. Put a baby in you.” The words are choked out and nearly unintelligible, his praise overshadowed by the sounds of pleasure ripped from his lips.
Seconds later, Sylus tips over the edge as well. “Fuck. Gonna have mine first, right, kitten?” He grunts as he shoves his cock as deep in you as it will go, until his tip is pressed right up against your cervix and spills warm, thick strands of cum over and over. There’s a whoosh of air as his wings flair, the shadow of them blocking out the sunlight pouring in through the window. You can feel his legs and arms trembling as he fights to keep himself up, fights to keep from collapsing on top of you.
The three of you stay like that as seconds tick by, then a full minute, then two. All of you are trying to catch your breath and piece together your minds. Eventually, Sylus pulls out with wet schlep, and you immediately feel their spend start leaking down your thighs.
Sylus doesn’t stand for that. No, he uses his fingers to scoop up everything that’s leaked out and shoves it back inside you, curling them in you one last time for good measure. Then he collapses down beside you.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever …” he breathes out, still trying to catch his breath.
“Me neither,” Satoru murmurs when he doesn’t finish his sentence.
Slowly, Satoru eases you off him and rolls you between them. All of you have responsibilities to tend to, but none of you are in a hurry to leave this bed any time soon. Sylus’s hand strokes down your tummy, over your thigh, and his tail curls possessively around your ankle again.
“You’re ours,” Satoru says, voice low and soft.
“And we’re never letting you go,” is Sylus’s dark, rough reply.
You really couldn’t have asked for better mates. Settling into the warmth between them, you thank the goddess for these quiet, beautiful moments.
A/N: I had such a fun time writing this and am so glad I got to participate. TY for reading and I hope you all enjoy. TY Madamechrissy for letting me participate and happy 2 years! Comments and reblogs are especially appreciated. XO
this is Sukuna. Sukuna loves his personal space. this is you. you also love Sukuna's personal space—especially when he’s reading a book.
it can be read on its own, but is part of my new Sukuna loves his personal space mini-series
Some documentary drones on in the background, but neither of you pays it any mind. Sprawled out in his usual spot on the sofa, Sukuna has his ankles crossed and hooked over the edge of the coffee table, a thick paperback balanced open in one hand. The soft, worn gray shirt clings to his shoulders, the fabric stretched just enough to show off the muscle underneath, and he looks every bit like a man determined to wring a scrap of peace from the tail end of a long, draining week.
The narrator rambles on about ancient architecture, but your attention is glued to the way the muscle in Sukuna’s forearm flexes every time he turns a page. It’s infuriatingly attractive, and tonight, you’ve already decided you’re going to be the worst kind of distraction. Leaving well enough alone has never been your strong suit, and the fact that he’s so obviously craving a quiet reading session only makes it too tempting to ignore.
Sukuna loves his personal space when he's reading a book. You, on the other hand, happen to love Sukuna's personal space more than your own.
It starts off innocently enough. Ignoring the wide stretch of empty couch between you, you shuffle across the cushions, inching closer until your arm is pressed flush against the solid warmth of his bicep.
Sukuna doesn't move and doesn't even look up from the page he’s reading, but a faint, familiar twitch pulls at the corner of his jaw. He lets out a low, slow exhale through his nose—a silent, patient sigh that says he knows exactly what’s coming next. He’s trying to keep his focus, but just having you this close is already wearing down his resolve, bit by bit.
A minute ticks by. Deciding that just sitting next to him is nowhere near close enough, you shift your weight, turning sideways and pulling your knees up onto the cushions. Without hesitation, you drape your entire lower half across the breadth of his thick thighs. Your elbow finds a home on his chest, his pectoral muscle serving as a perfectly contoured armrest, and you prop your chin in your palm, gazing up at his face. From this angle, the subtle flare of his nostrils and the hitch in his breath are impossible to miss.
Sukuna closes his eyes for a brief second, letting the book drop slightly, his large fingers marking his place in the chapter as he finally tilts his head down to look at you. Annoyance lingers in his eyes, sure, but it’s softened by a heavy indulgence he doesn’t even bother to hide.
"Can I help you, brat?" he mutters, voice low, rough, and dripping with mock exhaustion. There’s a hint of a smirk, but he tries to bury it behind a flat stare.
"Just hanging out," you say, grinning up at him with your best innocent face and batting your lashes a little too dramatically.
He snorts, eyes rolling so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck before fixing back onto you with a glare that’s all weight and no real heat. “There’s a whole damn couch, and you’d rather crowd me. You’ve got about two inches left to conquer before you’re sitting on my face.”
"Don't tempt me," you answer smoothly, completely unbothered by the slight growl in his voice. Just to prove your point, you wiggle a little closer, sliding your cold hands under the hem of his t-shirt and pressing them flat against the heat of his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs under your fingers.
A sharp, involuntary huff escapes Sukuna and his abs tense at the sudden chill of your touch. Still, he doesn’t shove you off or even shift his legs to dump you onto the floor. Instead, with a heavy, utterly defeated sigh that says everything about how hopelessly gone for you he is, his free hand abandons the book. His large, calloused palm drops onto the small of your back, blunt nails mindlessly tracing those slow, soothing patterns you love right through your clothes. It’s his version of surrender.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” he grumbles, but the sharp edge of his voice is completely ruined by the fond grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, like he’s trying very hard not to laugh.
"Mmhmm," you hum, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzle closer to his chest, soaking up the steady thump of his heartbeat, not fooled for a second by his grumbling.
Sukuna shakes his head, a low, gravelly chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. Readjusting his grip on the paperback, he lifts it over your shoulder so he can keep reading, fully resigned to being your personal mattress for the rest of the evening. One last, lingering squeeze to your waist, his thumb dragging slow circles into your hip, and then he leans down to press a firm kiss to the top of your head.
"Just stay still," he mutters, voice muffled against your hair. "Trying to finish this chapter, but someone’s making it impossible."
you kiss your cat three times in a row and suddently you have catgirl!sukuna purring in your chest. a grown ass woman. ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: crack, fluff, lots of cuddling and kissing, art by cakkez
You know what? Maybe it's your fault, maybe you should have adopted and not buy a pink and black kitty. Maybe that was the first red flag, because kitties are definitely not naturally pink. Not only that, but the seller really wanted to get rid of it so he sold it at a very good price.
And for four years, you lived in your tiny apartment with a pink and black kitten that draw everyone's attention when they visited. You named her Sukuna but because it was too long you end up calling her Suki every time.
She was very grumpy at the start, not wanting to get close to you or anyone, she even escaped once! But after some months, she ended up accepting you as your owner and became kinda clingy.
You weren't really into physical affection, one of the reasons you adopted a cat, you were sure she wouldn't be as Suki ended up being. When you lay down, she's always close to your face, resting her head in your cheek or lips, almost begging for a kiss. You usually give her one and put her back down because you're terrified of falling asleep and suffocate her.
But one lazy afternoon you were scrolling through your phone for hours with Suki curled up on your chest like always, her pink fur soft and keeping your nose warm. She kept pushing her tiny nose against your chin, purring louder than usual, her big red eyes half closed in pure bliss
You looked down for a moment and awwww, she was too adorable that a need to squish her and shake her really hard filled your body. Before you could stop yourself, you scooped her up closer.
"You're SO cute, ugh!" you muttered.
You planted a big kiss on her fuzzy forehead. One. Two. Three times in a row.
Poof!
A burst of sparkly light filled the room, pink like cotton candy exploding. You blinked hard, not even realizing the unfamiliar weight on top of you. When the dust faded, Suki was gone. Instead, there was a woman on top of you. Tall, like really tall, probably over six feet. Buff too, with strong arms covered in black tattoos. Her hair was the same pink, falling wild down her back
Oh and she was completely naked, looking at you with the softest red eyes.
You screamed as loud as your throat allowed.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!" you screamed, scrambling backward off the couch so fast you tripped over your own feet. The remote went flying. You bolted toward the kitchen, heart hammering like it wanted to escape your chest. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAT?"
You ran around the tiny apartment like a maniac, knocking over a chair and almost face planting into the fridge. "Suki?! SUKI WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Behind you, the woman followed, her bare feet padding quickly. "Hey, wait! Please calm down! It's me, okay? It's Suki. Stop running!"
You whipped around, eyes wide, pressing your back against the wall near the window. "You are NOT Suki. Suki is a cat, not a naked woman. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE CLOTHES ON?"
"BECAUSE CATS DON'T WEAR CLOTHES."
"DON'T SCREAMING AT ME," you pointed at her chest and oh! Her tits are big too
She stopped a few steps away, hands up like she was trying not to scare a wild animal. Which, fair, because you felt pretty wild right now. Her cheeks flushed a little and she glanced down at herself, suddenly aware of the whole naked situation but not really covering up much. Those tattoos shifted with her muscles as she moved.
"Can I explain myself?" Suki (allegedly) said. You squinted your eyes but nodded. "I was cursed and got turned into a cat. Only true affection from someone who really cared could break it. And you… you kissed me three times. That was the trigger."
"That's the plot of a Disney movie."
"No it's not."
"It is. Suki would've known because we watched it together when I was sick."
She sighed, her hand coming up to brush her hair out of her face. "Can we please sit down and talk? I've been stuck as a cat for way too long and I really missed being able to hug you back properly."
"No."
"C'mon!"
"We are not sitting down until you have clothes on. This is too weird." You tell her, moving from the kitchen to your room, her following you and leaning down so she can be closer to you in some way, when her hand comes up to grab something in the top shelf of your wardrobe, you swat her arm. She doesn't even flinch.
"I can do that myself."
"Mhm, I know. But I want to help you, have you thought of that?" She shows you a crooked smile, her fangs longer than the rest of her teeth.
"Whatever," you mutter between your teeth and shove the biggest top and shorts that you have. "I don't have any bras or panties that can fit you. You should consider a breast reduction."
"Sure." She nods slowly, pulling the fabric over her head, her body straining it at that moment. It barely fits, but it works for now.
You both ended up on the bed eventually. You sat on one end, knees pulled up like a shield. She took the other side, but she kept leaning toward you like she couldn't help it. Old habits died hard.
"Okay… explain," you said, voice still shaky.
She laughed softly. "Like I told you, I was cursed by someone who didn't like my attitude. Turned me into a cat until someone showed me real love."
"And that was me." You realized slowly. She was still your cat, she acted just like her even in human form. You felt your cheeks burn again. "So all those times you shoved your face in my mouth…"
"Yeah. I was hoping you'd do exactly what you did today." She grinned, big and proud. "Three kisses. Boom. Curse broken. And now I'm here with you."
You looked at her huge frame taking up most of your tiny bed and the way your clothes were fighting to stay on her. "Suki, this is insane. How could I be such an idiot?" you muttered, more to yourself, but she heard it perfectly.
"Hey, you're my favorite idiot," she said, scooting a little closer. Her hand reached out slowly, testing if you'd flinch. When you didn't, she rested it on your knee. It was warm and way bigger than Suki's tiny paw, but the touch felt weirdly familiar. "I've been waiting to do this for years. To actually hold you back. To tell you how much I like when you talk to me even though I couldn't answer."
You swallowed hard, heart still racing but not from pure panic anymore. She was looking at you like you were the best thing in her whole world, the same way she used to stare when you came home from work. Only now she could say it out loud.
"Fuck." Your mind was rushing.
"We can figure this out," Sukuna said eagerly. "I can help you around the house now."
You let a long sigh, covering your face with your hands as you lay down on your bed. Sukuna takes that as a sign to get closer, laying beside you, her big arm comes around your waist.
"What are you doing?" You peek over your fingers at her face, which is awkwardly close to yours.
"Cuddling. Can we?" She was pouting now with the same big eyes as always.
You ended up nodding because how could you say no to her?
She buried her face in your neck, one leg and arm pulling you as close to her as possible. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you right into her lap before you could even think about pulling back. She was so warm and solid, way bigger than you.
She started purring, a deep rumble that vibrated against your skin and made your whole body tingle. And before you know it, she's leaving small kisses in your neck.
"Wait, Suki! Hah, that tickles!" you squeaked, but she just held you tighter, one big hand rubbing up and down your back while the other kept you locked against her chest.
She looks down at you for a long time before she says: "Can I have a kiss?"
"Huh? Already?"
"Yes," she says. "I've earned it, right?"
Your brain was still catching up, but you didn't pull away when she leaned in either.
"Fine… one kiss," you mumbled, leaning in a little.
The second your lips brushed hers, she melted, kissing you in the messiest and most desperate way possible.
"Mmm, more," she whispered against your mouth. "I waited years for this. Please?"
You keep kissing for a long time, not even thinking about the weird situation you're in for a moment because she's huge and her hands are everywhere. It's easy to get lost in Sukuna.
When you pulled back, there was a string of saliva between you and her.
"You're so warm and your lips tastes so good," she whispered, squeezing you closer. "Kiss me again? I've been good for four years, I deserve all the kisses now."
You laughed nervously but gave in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head like you used to do when she was tiny. She made this cute little sound and snuggled even harder, her buff arms caging you in gently but firmly. There was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to right now.
"Stay right here," she said. "Forever if you let me. You're my favorite human."
She kept planting soft kisses wherever she could reach.
ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.
bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.
bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.
bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.
"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"
bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."
bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.
bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.
bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.
"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."
bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.
bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.
"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."
bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.
bf!toji who will actually praise you for crying. while he's holding you tight and making love to you, listening to you sob, he’ll lean down to kiss your wet cheeks and growl, "that's it, gooood girl. cry for me."
The last shrill beep from the scanner dies out, and the cashier slides the final item across, leaving a mountain of grocery bags stacked at the end of the conveyor, teetering so much that it makes you wonder if they’ll topple before you even get a hand on them. Reaching for the battered metal cart you’d been dragging through the aisles, you barely get your hand on the handle before Sukuna lets out a flat, dismissive scoff behind you.
"Leave it," he mutters, nudging you away from it.
"What do you mean leave it?" you ask, looking up at him with a slight frown. "We have to get it to the car."
“I’m not walking all the way back across the lot just to return a piece of metal,” he grumbles, already shoving his hoodie sleeves up his forearms, brooking no argument.
“Kuna, the car’s parked at the very end of the row,” you whine, casting a helpless look at the mountain of groceries, but he doesn’t so much as flinch. “Uh. Fine.”
Before your fingers can even curl around the plastic handles, a large hand sweeps in, batting yours away with a gentle but unmistakable firmness.
“Don’t touch 'em,” Sukuna rumbles, a sly, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth as he steps right into your space, his massive frame blocking out the entire grocery counter behind him.
“I can carry the light ones," you protest with a little huff, crossing your arms as you look up at him. "The bread isn't going to break my arms."
"I said I’ve got it, brat," he chuckles deeply.
To prove his point, he gathers up the handles, looping the heavy canvas bags full of milk jugs, protein shakes, and soda bottles over his forearms, stacking plastic bags up his arms until they nearly reach his elbows. The lighter bags with bread, produce, and paper towels, he scoops up with his remaining fingers, refusing to leave a single thing for you. By the time he’s finished, he’s loaded down with the entire week’s haul in one stubborn, showy display of strength, looking for all the world like a pack mule who refuses to admit defeat.
A satisfied grunt rumbles out of him as he turns toward the automatic doors, and you can’t help but laugh softly, falling into step behind him, hands completely empty. He’s forced to walk a little slower, balancing the absurd volume of bags, and watching his broad shoulders shift beneath his hoodie, you’re hit with a sudden, ridiculous rush of affection that leaves you grinning like an idiot.
The walk to the very end of the parking lot row suddenly feels far too long to be spent walking apart from him.
Matching your pace to his long stride, you slip in beside him and glance down at his hands, completely swallowed by a sea of plastic handles.
"Kunaaaa," you call out, dragging his name out in a soft, teasing whine.
He doesn't look away from the car waiting in the distance, but his head tilts slightly toward you, tracking you out of the corner of his eye. "What?"
"Why aren't you holding my hand?" you ask, pitching your voice into the most exaggerated, tragic pout you can muster.
Sukuna stops dead in his tracks, planting himself right there on the open asphalt, weighed down by the mountain of groceries you insisted on. The sigh he lets out is so exasperated and dramatic that it practically makes you roll your eyes, but when you look up, you catch the twitch at the corner of his mouth, a fond, reluctant grin threatening to break through.
He stares at you like you’re the most ridiculous creature he’s ever met, then, with exaggerated slowness, shifts his wrist under the mountain of bags and wiggles his pinky free from the mess of handles, holding it out for you to take.
"There," he mutters, voice thick with the familiar blend of fondness and utter defeat. "Take it."
A bright, triumphant giggle bubbles up from your chest as you step in close, wrapping your whole hand around his thick finger. Satisfied, you set off again, tugging him along down the parking row like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Walking like that, you catch a few elderly ladies heading for the entrance openly grinning at the two of you, while a couple by their trunk tries—and fails—to stifle a giggle at the sight. The two of you must look completely ridiculous: this hulking, broad-shouldered man with face tattoos, arms overflowing with grocery bags, being led across the asphalt by his tiny wife clinging to just one finger.
Catching the stares, Sukuna lets out a quiet, amused huff, but falls right back into step beside you, his heavy footsteps perfectly in sync with yours. His pinky stays in your hand, hooked tight around one of your fingers, not loosening for even a second as you both make your way toward the car.
"You're completely shameless, you know that?" he murmurs down at you, crimson eyes softening with fondness as he shakes his head, clearly exasperated but unable to hide how your antics get to him. “Spoiled brat.”
"You can’t be mad for that when you’re the one who made me this way,” you chirp, happiness bubbling in your voice as you lean your shoulder into the solid weight of his loaded arm, just for a heartbeat before pulling away again.
"And look what I got for it," he grumbles, but the massive grin splitting his face betrays him completely, turning the complaint into something almost proud. "A wife who makes me carry twenty bags and still demands a hand to hold."
"Oh? Makes you? You can always let go if it's too much work," you tease, intentionally loosening your grip just a fraction to test him, watching for the inevitable reaction.
Sukuna’s pinky tightens instantly around your finger, a low scoff rumbling from his chest as you both finally reach the bumper. "Like hell I am. You're stuck now, angel. Pop the trunk."
Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.
Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.
sleepy lazy morning sex w sukunaaaaaaaaaauuhhhhhhhhhhh 😩 one minute you’re blinking away sleep with your cheek against the pillow and him poking hard and needy into your back, the next he’s got you on your side with one leg hiked up and your pyjamas tugged down around your thighs. he’s treating you with slow lazy thrusts, big hands groping at any fleshy part of you that he can reach, voice thick with sleep as he groans, the sound gravelled and low between the sticky ‘plap!’ ‘plap!’ ‘plap!’ of him working you open. it doesn’t take long before your breathing gets a little ragged at the edges, and you’re whining and moaning softly along with him. the sheets are still warm and he’s still half asleep, and it’s just so easy for you both to roll into a collective brain melting orgasm, to ride it out while he noses at your hair and murmurs filthy little slips of praise there, breathing in the soft scent of your shampoo…
