⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader
lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot
if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.
god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.
“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”
“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.
“well everyone knows you like like her—”
“GO SIT DOWN!”
he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.
and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.
“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”
“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.
“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.
he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”
“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”
“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.
you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.
the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.
the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.
he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.
“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.
you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).
“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.
“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.
and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.
“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”
yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”
“is it cause you have a crush on her—”
sukuna tenses before cutting him off.
“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”
yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.
“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.
he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.
yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.
sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.
just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.
“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”
── .✦ apologizing after yelling at your warrior husband sukuna in front of his men (oops) ✧.*
"'kuna."
your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.
only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.
as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.
sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.
yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.
"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."
without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.
"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."
still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.
"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.
"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."
after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.
"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."
"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.
"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.
a/n: tysm for 200 followers !! im in disbelief ✧.*
so ab part 2😀since people keep asking for it. i think u want smut but i have never written smut so if anyone wants to help me out that'd be great🤣🙏🙏🙏dms r open fr
doctor!shoko ieiri and nurse!suguru geto think you need another check up ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
they're sooo worried about your health!
cw: mdni, fem!suguru, this is bordeline harassment, fingering, nipple play, art by Dio_saurr
Every time you visit them, you always think the same thing: they are so unprofessional. Not only does the nurse wear the world’s shorter skirt and deepest neckline, but the last time you had an appointment because of your terrible backache, their diagnosis was that you should touch yourself more, and even invest on some sexual toys.
When you received a call that your check up that you had scheduled six months later was moved up to next week, you knew something was up. You could’ve cancelled the appointment, but a part of you was also curious about what crazy thing they will do this time.
Suguru opened the door of the doctor’s office, her usual, borderline-pornographic outfit on. You look her up and down, her thick thighs and hips straining the fabric as well as the buttons on her shirt about to snap.
“Hi, darling, how are you feeling?” she asked, taking your bag and coat away from you. She kept her hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the exam table. “You can get naked and Doctor Ieiri will arrive shortly.”
“G-Get naked?” you repeated, looking at her a little terrified.
“Well, obviously, dear. It’s a check up!”she said, voice soft like she was explaining something obvious to a shy little patient. “How else are we supposed to give you a proper examination?”
Your heart hammered while you peeled off your clothes under her gaze. “O-okay… if it’s really necessary,” you mumbled, voice shaky as you folded everything neatly.
Suguru didn’t even pretend to look away. She leaned against the counter, thick thighs pressed together, the short skirt riding up so high you could almost see the curve where her ass met her legs. Every time you hesitated, she hummed softly, encouraging you.
“Such a pretty patient.”
By the time you were completely bare, sitting on the edge of the exam table with your arms awkwardly crossed over your chest, the door opened and Doctor Ieiri stepped in. Shoko’s white coat was barely buttoned, the deep V of her cleavage on full display, black lace bra peeking out like it was part of the uniform. Her hair was messy in an effortlessly hot way, and the smirk she gave you made your stomach flip.
“Oh good, you’re already undressed,” Shoko said as she walked over. “I hate wasting time. How’s my favorite girl been?”
“I-I’ve been okay, Doctor,” you whispered, trying not to squirm too much under their stares. Suguru moved behind you first, warm hands sliding over your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles there. “Still carrying all that tension in your back, hm? Poor thing. We told you what would help last time.”
Shoko stepped between your parted knees, gloved fingers already tracing lightly down your arms, then up your sides. Her touch was clinical at first, but the way she squeezed your waist, letting her thumbs brush just under your breasts, felt anything but.
“Have you been touching yourself like we recommended?” Shoko asked casually, eyes locked on yours while her hands roamed higher, cupping your breasts and giving them a thorough squeeze. “Be honest, sweetheart. We need to know if you’ve been following doctor’s orders.”
Your breath hitched as you nodded quickly. “Y-yes… almost every night.”
Suguru’s hands drifted lower, massaging your lower back before sliding around to your hips. Her breath was warm against your ear. “We worry about you when you don’t listen. A healthy pussy needs regular attention, you know. Orgasms help with everything; stress, sleep, even that stubborn back pain.”
“I know, Nurse Suguru,” you breathed out, voice soft and embarrassed. “I’ve been trying.”
Shoko’s fingers teased your nipples until they hardened under her touch, rolling them gently while she watched your face. “Mmm, responsive as always. Good girl. Now tell Nurse Suguru the truth. Have you been playing with this pretty cunt? Or have you been a naughty patient who needs us to demonstrate again?”
“I… I have been,” you admitted, cheeks flaming hotter. “But sometimes I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”
Suguru’s hand slipped down to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh as she spread your legs a little wider on the table. “We can check everything today. You’ll let us, won’t you? You’ve been such a perfect patient so far.”
“Yes… you can check,” you whispered, already so wet from their touches and words. The heat between your legs was unbearable.
Shoko leaned in closer, lips brushing your collarbone as she said, “Show us how you usually touch yourself, baby. We want to make sure you’re doing it right. And if you’re not, well, we’ll have to correct you.”
You hesitated for a second, then slowly reached down, sliding your fingers between your slick folds with a shaky little moan. “Like this… I ah usually rub my clit in circles when I get really worked up.”
Suguru chuckled softly, her fingers tracing teasing circles on the inside of your thigh, inching closer but never quite there. “Don’t be shy now. We’re professionals. Just spread those legs a little more for us and show Doctor Ieiri exactly how you make yourself cum. We’ll watch very closely.”
You spread your legs wider like they wanted, cheeks burning as you started circling your swollen clit with shaky fingers. Both of them watched so intently it made your whole body flush hotter. A needy whine slipped out before you could stop it.
“That's my good girl,” Suguru praised, she leaned in closer, one hand still on your thigh. “A little faster, darling, you don’t have to be so gentle with it.”
You moaned softly, fingers moving quicker under her guidance, hips twitching a little. “It feels– ngh… so much better when you’re both watching,” you admitted, voice turning whiny as the pleasure built fast. Your pussy was soaked, slick sounds filling the room while Shoko’s eyes stayed glued between your legs.
“Such a pretty cunt,” Shoko said, licking her lips. “Keep going, baby. Show us how desperate you can get.”
You got louder, needier, little gasps and whimpers falling from your mouth as you rubbed tighter circles. “Please… I’m getting mmph– close already.”
Suguru smiled, her fingers stroking your inner thigh encouragingly. “Don’t hold back. Let us hear those cute noises.”
Right when you were right on the edge, thighs trembling and breaths coming in short desperate pants, Shoko’s hand suddenly caught your wrist, pulling your fingers away. You let out a frustrated whine, hips bucking into nothing.
“No, no, not yet,” she said calmly, though her smirk was pure teasing. “We can’t let you cum that easily, sweetheart.”
You squirmed on the table, so close it hurt, pussy throbbing and aching for release. “Doctor… please, I was so close,” you whimpered.
Shoko tilted her head, still holding your wrist while Suguru’s hand stayed teasingly close to where you needed it. “If you want to cum today, you’re going to have to ask us nicely.”
You bit your lip, face burning with humiliation and heat as you looked between them. “Please… I need your help. My pussy’s aching so bad. Can you please touch me and make me cum? I’ll be so good for you both, just… please don’t leave me like this.”
Suguru hummed approvingly, her fingers finally brushing against your slick folds. “See? Wasn’t that easy, darling? Now let’s take really good care of you.”
Suguru’s fingers didn’t waste any time. She slid two thick digits right into your dripping pussy while Shoko moved in closer, taking over your tits with both hands. You moaned loud, back arching as Suguru started pumping slowly, curling her fingers just right against that spot inside you.
“Oh fuck… Nurse Suguru,” you whimpered, legs shaking already.
“That’s it, darling. So tight and wet for us,” Suguru cooed, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into her hot mouth while her thumb found your clit and rubbed firm circles. Shoko pinched and rolled your other nipple, squeezing your breasts like she owned them.
Shoko smirked against your skin. “Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds. You really did miss us, huh?”
You could only nod frantically, hips grinding down on Suguru’s fingers as they fucked you faster. “Yes… I need it so bad. Please don’t stop, I’m gonna—ahh!”
Suguru switched to three fingers, stretching you open while her thumb kept working your swollen clit in messy strokes. Shoko bit down lightly on your nipple, then soothed it with her tongue, her hands groping and kneading your tits the whole time.
“Come on, baby,” Shoko whispered. “Cum hard for us. Make a mess all over Nurse Suguru’s hand like a good girl.”
The pressure built so fast it made your head spin. You got whinier, desperate little cries spilling out as your thighs clamped around Suguru’s wrist. “I’m cumming— fuck, I’m cumming ahh!”
Your whole body tensed up, pussy clenching tight around Suguru’s fingers as you came with a broken moan. Slick gushed out around her hand, dripping down your thighs and onto the exam table while they kept touching you through it. Suguru didn’t slow down, fucking you through every wave until you were shaking and oversensitive, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt.
Shoko kissed your neck softly, still playing with your tits. “Good girl. Such a pretty orgasm.”
You panted heavily, still twitching from the aftershocks. “T-Thank you… that felt so good,” you whispered, fucked out already. Suguru pulled her fingers out slowly, showing you how shiny and wet they were before licking them clean with a filthy little smile.
“See? Told you regular check-ups are important,” Suguru said sweetly, her hand going back to rub your sensitive clit lightly. “Now breathe for us, darling. We still have to make sure you cum even harder next time.”
synopsis: satoru gojo's got a biiiiig wand - and he's not scared to use it on his favorite (and only) assistant after a successful show!
pairing: magician!Gojo x assistant!reader
content: mdni! smut, porn with plot, don't ask me how my brain works idk either, magician gojo is PACKING, no rabbits were harmed in the making of this fic, nepo baby gojo has a dream to be a magician what can I say, Sukuna cameo, jealousy, fingering (with the gloves on like a freak), unprotected piv sex, full nelson, so much teasing (he thinks he's SO funny), but he's doing magic tricks on that pussy so-, creampie, he wants us BAD
HOT ASSISTANT WANTED!
MUST BE FLEXIBLE!
You thought he was probably a pervert. Okay, definitely a pervert.
But the hourly rate posted on the advertisement was enough that you showed up to the listed audition time, pepper spray clutched in your fist as you walked down the aisle of the empty auditorium, wondering where the hell everyone else was - or if you were just the only stupid enough to show.
It was sorta creepy, your footsteps echoing as you stopped just shy of the stage, brows knitting together as you tried to figure out what the fuck was happening.
Someone tapped your shoulder.
And yeah, perhaps it was a tad bit of an overreaction, but you reflexively pulled the trigger as you spun around, shooting the spray directly in the eyes of your would-be assailant...or um, potential employer?
Belatedly noticing the ridiculous costume he was wearing, dressed in a tuxedo complete with a tailcoat and crooked top hat, one that fell off and spilled out multicolored ribbons as he let out a low curse and rubbed his eyes, panic piercing through you as you realized what you'd just done when your own eyes started to sting at the spicy compound in the air.
"Oh my god," you flinched, heat flooding your face with humiliation as you accepted you definitely lost the job now, and maybe gained an assault charge. "I'm so sorry, I-"
But then he laughed, one corner of his mouth lifting in a lopsided smile even as he winced in pain.
"Guess I should've started with hi, huh?"
You still couldn't fucking believe he hired you after that.
Or how many of your nights would now belong to him.
All your friends thought you started stripping after you started ditching drinking and going out on dinner dates. You guessed they weren't that far off.
Technically, you were being paraded around on a brightly-lit stage, forcing fake smiles in a skin-tight outfit. But yours was beaded and bedazzled, glitter and rhinestones sparking in the spotlight as you were led around the stage, put on display to be a pretty distraction from the main show.
Satoru Gojo.
The man. The magician.
From the bits and pieces of his backstory you managed to put together, his family was wealthy enough to have the sort of connections to make his shows possible - but it was his own personality that made them profitable.
"Come on," he beamed, picking out a guest at random, gesturing for them to come up on the stage. They blinked, looking around nervously before hesitantly pushing off the arms of their chair and starting for the stairs. "Let's play a little game, okay?"
You'd seen it before.
Every Friday through Sunday for the past six months.
Traveling to different cities, rehearsing in the evenings, practicing stage direction rather than his tricks. He never needed to work on those. Just guiding you on where he wanted you to stand and what he wanted you to do.
Brighter smiles, wider twirls, deeper bows.
It was fun. Almost everything about him and this was.
Getting dolled up on his dime, letting him help you zip up the last couple inches of your bodysuit, listening to the chatter of the audience from backstage. Using the expensive products he provided, a full face of makeup and hair completely done, sprayed into place so it wouldn't so much as budge while you were up there with him. How you could feel the applause in your chest standing up there at the end, how right it felt to have his hand in yours when he clasped it and made sure you took your bows by his side. He made you feel needed.
You knew his routine by heart. Memorized every line, knew every step and sword that he'd pretend to slice through you in a box with, daggers being driven into wood while you were tucked safely in the hidden compartment.
But it wasn't really just the tricks people came to see.
It was him.
Something intangible about him, not just his shining blue eyes or the stray wisps of white hair poking out beneath his hat, but the energy surrounding him, the way his words boomed out through his wired mic and entangled you in his web of carefully-crafted illusions. Sure, you had the tiniest crush on him, but you told yourself it was simply the amount of time you'd been spending together, the chemistry that came with putting on performances night after night where he rambled to an entire audience of people how gorgeous you were.
Anyone who saw him would either want him or want to be him.
Even now, when he was just doing the whole boring pick a card thing, the one practically every magician did, the whole audience was only paying attention to him, trying to spot his sleight of hand.
They never did though.
Always left whispering 'how did he do that?' or trying to ask for his autograph as he walked off stage, sometimes even waiting out back to catch him on his way to his car.
This show was no different.
The same spiel, the same jokes, the same good night speech, twirling his wand in that big hand of his before waving goodbye at the crowd, all while you smiled and held onto the pretty white bunny he used that you affectionately named Gojo Junior.
The third most important part of the act really, after Satoru in second. He liked to tell you that you were the star, as if you both didn't know that he'd do just fine without your support. He could probably pick any other girl off the street at a much lesser risk of getting pepper sprayed - but he scoffed and scolded you the one time you joked about being replaceable.
Tonight came with one change you hadn't expected though, one in the form of friends you hadn't thought even existed popping up when you were both preoccupied with taking photos with a few lingering fans.
"Yo, Satoru," someone called out, and you looked up to see a man, maybe about his height clasping a hand on his shoulder. With another guy, and a pretty girl who was distracted on her phone, brown eyes glazed over with boredom. "Nice show."
"Thanks," Satoru smiled, relaxed, easy. Not the showman. Performance dropped, almost seeming like a normal guy who just happened to be in a full tuxedo, tilting his hat off as he glanced between his friends. "Didn't think you guys would come."
"After how much you talk about it?" The girl dryly said, not looking up as she exhaled.
"And her?" The other man chimed in, his deep grunt catching you off-guard as your head snapped over to him at the realization he was talking about you.
Or, well, belatedly processing that he meant Satoru was talking about you to his friends.
Satoru was unfazed though, buzzing through brief introductions and offering up their names while you nodded along, your outfit started to rub a little around your thighs as you shuffled on the soles of your heels.
Standing a little bit behind him, like you always did, watching him banter back-and-forth, used to fulfilling the role of the accessory on his arm until someone crossed the thin line separating what was staged and what was real.
"Are you free after this?" His pink-haired friend casually asked you, cocking his head to the side as he sized you up, dark eyes dragging over your exposed body and the shimmery fabric clinging to it. Sukuna, wasn't it?
You paused, considering what to say. Sometimes after shows you let Satoru convince you to come back to his place or whatever hotel room he booked, staying up late ordering pizza or whatever junk food he was craving while you watched old movies together. But he always passed out on the couch, hand in a bowl of popcorn and drool dribbling from his lips, and you usually left before he woke up.
"I'm actually-"
"She's still mine for the next, ah, two hours?" Satoru smirked, looking down at his wrist to check his watch for the time.
Except, it wasn't his watch.
Sukuna glared at him, attempting to snatch his watch back only for Satoru to take another bow, bending down too low just in time for his hand only to close around air.
"Too slow," Satoru cooed with fake sympathy, stepping back and unclasping the watch from his wrist just to dangle it in front of his face. "Gotta be quicker next time."
"Clean up isn't going to take two hours," you huffed at Satoru, snatching the watch first before holding it back out for his friend to take.
"I know," your boss pouted at you, pretty pink lips pushed together in a dramatic (and fake) display of disappointment. "I have some, um, notes I need to go over with you."
"Oh," you blinked, glancing towards backstage. "I guess I'll go get changed then."
Your performance had been pretty damn perfect.
No missteps or mistakes you could remember making, at least, frowning at your reflection as you slipped out of your heels back in your dressing room. You had already returned Gojo Junior to his cage in the corner, the bunny happily napping as you scanned the bag next to his set up for your extra clothes.
While you picked them up and started to throw them across the makeup chair, a little voice in your head slyly suggested the slim chance that Satoru was jealous. That just maybe your feelings could be mutual instead of just one-sided pining blinded by the persona you were used to him putting on.
Two sharp knocks had you snapping out of it, glancing back in time for the door to creak open before you could answer it.
"Is my lovely assistant dressed in there?" Satoru's warm voice called through the thin wood, and you instinctively checked the mirror, making sure your makeup wasn't messed up before you actually replied.
"Yeah," you called back out, stifling a sigh as you resisted the urge to put on a little more lip gloss.
"Damn," he shamelessly flirted, swinging open the door the rest of the way.
"Is that your way of asking to help?" You sarcastically muttered, shaking your head just slightly as you sighed.
"Can I?" He asked, almost managing to sound earnest.
You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring the faint fluttering in your stomach at the sight of him standing there and staring at you.
It wasn't that you thought his flirting was serious. You just sorta wished it was. It couldn't hurt to tease him back just a little too, right?
His blue eyes burned down your body, his jaw tensing as you turned away from him. You reached over your shoulder, making your own little show out of getting ready to strip down, glancing back to see how his face went slack. Watching him hold his breath, his grip tight on the wand still in his hand, knuckles bone-white.
"You'd make a terrible assistant," you wryly murmured, mouth twitching and fighting back a smile at how he was just standing there.
"My sincerest apologies," he purred, feigning remorse, a familiar grin twisting up on his lips as he reached up to tilt his hat, leaning against the doorframe as your fingers stopped just above the hidden zipper along the back. "Can I assist you in getting out of that then?"
You didn't say yes out loud.
Nodded just enough to answer for you, biting down on your bottom lip at the thump of the door shutting behind him.
"I'll start with the zipper first," he muttered, delivering the line like you were some audience member he had to impress. But his breath was warm on the nape of your neck, little goosebumps running up and down your arms as you barely stopped yourself from shivering at the sound of him so close.
"How sweet of you," you hummed as casually as you could, a little more pleased than you ought to be at how it felt for his long fingers to skim over your spine to reach the zipper. His other palm settled on your waist, your nose scrunching up as you realized he must have managed to slip his wand away without you noticing just to have both hands on you.
"Only to you," he quipped back, and before you could make a quick retort, he was tugging the zipper down all the way, sucking in a sharp breath at the freshly exposed skin.
Did he want to touch you as badly as you wanted him to? Ached for a connection that would catch sparks instead of fizzling in the shadows? Where you'd both stop acting like your chemistry ended once you stepped foot off-stage?
Feet planted on the ground, glued in place as he stayed there, both of you refusing to budge, daring the other one to break.
"Well?" You swallowed hard, keeping your head forward so you wouldn't have to see his face. "Are you going to help me with the rest or not?"
"As you wish," he quoted, murmuring all sweet and low in your ear as he started pulling your bodysuit off, taking his time to wiggle it past your hips and down your thighs, using it as an excuse to run his palms over every inch of you possible.
You tried to find a sliver of rationality. You'd even take regret. But there was just excitement brimming beneath the surface, desperation and craving melting together into you were just putty waiting for him to mold.
"Should I keep going?" He asked in that pretty whisper of his, making your heart stutter and race, mind reeling at his proximity, at the increasingly real possibility that you were really about to find out what more meant with him.
"Please."
He stripped you down to just your thin seamless panties fast enough it really did feel like magic, just to take off his top hat and put it on your head instead. You reached up to touch the brim, but then you were being picked up, his big hands sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs as he hoisted you in the air, carrying you with your back still pressed to his chest over to the old couch in the corner, turning around and plopping down so you were on his lap.
You gasped, surprised at how sure he was even now, in this totally new territory of your friendship? Relationship? Acting like he'd planned it all out, knew how to execute every lingering touch, practiced the way his lips would graze against the shell of your ear.
"For my next trick," he grinned, his hand skimming down your stomach and stopping just between your thighs. "I'm gonna make your panties disappear."
Your lips parted, about to giggle at how sleazy he sounded, but then you blinked - and they were gone.
"Holy shit," you breathed, too surprised to care about how much you sounded like one of his fans. "How did you-"
"That's a secret, baby," he wryly chuckled, showing you an empty hand before he used it to cup your dripping cunt. A funny pulse shooting straight down to the pit of your stomach as he pressed a feather-light kiss to your shoulder. "Spread your legs a little more for me, princess."
You always complied when it came to him.
And he always made everything worth it.
Watching two of his thick fingers disappear into your soaked cunt, with his gloves still fucking on, mouth hanging open at the way he kept plunging in and making a fucking mess of you on the couch. Could anyone else hear the filthy squelch of his digits pumping in and out through the paper-thin walls? Your moans of his name getting sloppier and sloppier, somehow turning Satoru into weak whimpers of Toru as he wrapped one strong forearm around your waist to keep you from squirming while he worked to stretch you out for his, ah, wand?
God, you couldn't even think about it like that without being filled with the lewd mental image of him trying to stick his real wand inside of you.
"I-I thought you had notes for me," you groaned, grabbing onto the dark material of his pants as you rested your head back on his broad shoulder, struggling to hold onto your slipping thoughts with every brutal drag of his fingers inside you. The fabric made it somehow even hotter, your brain going all fuzzy as he dove in all the way.
"I lied," he bluntly confessed, burying himself down to his knuckles just to see you shudder, keeping you supported as he fucked you harder with just his nimble fingers, his practiced motions making you forget how you were supposed to feel about your suspicion that he was jealous being proven correct.
He didn't want to see you with someone else.
And when you were here, when he had you like this, you couldn't really picture yourself out on a date when he occupied all your thoughts anyways.
"Are you on birth control?" He paused long enough to ask, although you were hardly coherent enough to answer.
"Mm, mhm," you half-yelped as his fingers swirled up to poke and prod in a particularly sensitive spot.
"Thank God," he groaned, yanking his digits back out, and it was only at his absence that you realized the ridiculously hard thing you hadn't noticed poking your ass was his cock.
How the hell was it so-
"S'toru," you attempted to say his name, your throat growing dry at the thought of his size before he readjusted you off of him just enough to pull his pants down and let it spring out, a thick vein bulging along the side of it, his tip a pretty shade of pink and pre-cum already leaking along the slit.
"Change your mind?" He asked, as if your toes weren't already curling at the anticipation, thighs trembling as your body aches to have him back inside you.
"N-no," you mumbled, heat pooling deep enough in your stomach you could probably drown in it. "You're just, um, bigger than I thought."
"So you've been thinking about me too, princess?" He teased, not missing a single fucking thing, apparently.
Your first impression of him hadn't been that far off.
Satoru was a pervert.
And none of your rehearsing, none of your practice could have prepared you for how it felt to be lifted up by the back of your thighs, for that fat head of his cock to snugly press against your entrance and sink in before you had time to blink.
Eyes closing just to feel the burning pressure of his thick length bullying it's way in, pushing past the first ring of resistance to claim the rest of your body as his.
"Can I tell you something?" He whispered in your ear, all hoarse and rough, right as he folded you further, his cock rubbing against your walls and making space for himself.
You tried to respond.
But the only thing that came out was a fuzzy moan, messy syllables slurred together as you felt your insides getting pushed around, shoved up, up, up until you thought there surely wasn't any room anymore. Yet, he just kept pushing in deeper, inch after inch until you started to wonder if he was about to reach your lungs at this rate.
"Been fucking my fist after every show thinkin' about you," he rambled, oblivious to your whines, or maybe just spurred on by them. "Thinking about how this would feel."
He groaned, all deep and gravelly, bottoming out and hitting your womb while he was at it, reflexively jolting just for him to chuckle, pulling you right back down to meet him. Keeping you pinned, his hands on your thighs and your back to his chest, completely connected.
"Y-you could've said something," you cried out, tears collecting in your lashes as the pleasure started to condense into a hard ball at your core, pinging around and demanding attention as he started rutting his hips up, pulling out and pushing in at a pace you couldn't believe he was keeping up.
The couch creaked louder, the frame of it smacking into the wall as his thrusts picked up, your brain freezing as his tongue abruptly dragged up your throat before he started to leave a trail of kisses in time with his thrusts.
"I didn't want to lose you," he admitted, and you wondered if he could feel the way you clamped down, squeezing hard at how raw he sounded.
"You're not going to."
Satoru snapped.
Acting more like a bunny in heat, although this Satoru Junior was much meaner than the sweet ball of fur in the corner.
Fucking into you fast and hard, one of his hands moving to sweep over the swollen bundle of nerves between your thighs, making quick work of stroking and soothing your need as if he could sense it himself. The friction of the fabric only heightened it, his gloved fingers catching over your clit with adoration and perfected pressure. Treating you like his new favorite trick, delicately tracing over it, practicing different patterns until he found the one that made you throw your head back, a strangled gasp stringing through the air as he repeated it again and again.
"Oh, that's it," he purred, putting on his professional bravado to disguise the way his voice quivered at that last word. "Give me a good finale."
You finished for him with a moan you hoped made him proud, squirming in his hold as he continued to finger and fuck you through it, mouth permanently parted as he kept your thighs apart enough you had to feel the force of him thrusting up to fill you with cum.
Warmth that lingered and leaked down your legs, his cock only stalling when the last drops dripped out, both of you frozen in that intimate position as you tried to blink and bring back at least an ounce of sensibility.
"Can we go again?" He muttered while you were still out-of-breath, another strained whimper leaving your lips as his teeth nipped at your neck.
"W-what?"
"I forgot to kiss you," he whined, and you could hear his pout, feel the way his lips pressed together on your shoulder. "You can make it one more round for me, right?"
His cock throbbed inside you, not going soft as he gave you a small kiss just above your collarbone.
"Please?"
"Depends," you murmured, tilting your head to the side so he had easier access to paint your neck with more affection pecks. "Are you my boss or my boyfriend?"
"I'll be anything you want me to be."
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── .✦ apologizing after yelling at your warrior husband sukuna in front of his men (oops) ✧.*
"'kuna."
your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.
only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.
as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.
sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.
yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.
"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."
without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.
"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."
still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.
"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.
"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."
after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.
"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."
"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.
"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.
a/n: tysm for 200 followers !! im in disbelief ✧.*
── .✦ apologizing after yelling at your warrior husband sukuna in front of his men (oops) ✧.*
"'kuna."
your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.
only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.
as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.
sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.
yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.
"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."
without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.
"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."
still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.
"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.
"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."
after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.
"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."
"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.
"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.
a/n: tysm for 200 followers !! im in disbelief ✧.*
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