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𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ ─── ur boyfriend satoru gojo loooves ur boobs so much, he discovers he has a breeding kink?! m.list

a/n: wrote this when i was half asleep (sorry if it's messy)

mdni | warnings: pure smut, fem reader, reader has big boobas, kinda pervy!satoru, brief mentions of period, spitting, tit play, breeding kink ♡

part 2

your boyfriend is obsessed with your tits, to the point where he's constantly groping you over your clothes when you're just trying to do simple tasks around the house.

"ugh, satoru, seriously?-" you huff and roll your eyes when you feel your boyfriend press behind you while you're washing the dishes, his large hands squeezing your soft, heavy breasts.

"mmm, can't help it, haven't got to touch 'em all day." he pouts and nuzzles against your neck like a damn puppy.

he loves the way the top of your tits spill over your bra, watching the soft bounce with every single step you take. he's perverted— you both know it.

but you don't mind it. if anything, his pervy ass turns you on. hearing his soft grunts from across the room when you wear only a thin white tank-top, your heavy breasts bouncing freely as you move about the house. the way your nipples perk and your cheeks heat up when you hear him groan your name. "hngh- fuck, baby.. s-so perfect."

sometimes when you're a few days away from your period— breasts swollen and you're sooo fucking horny, you just have to ask your boyfriend for help.

"t-toru.." you nudge him awake, his arm laid across your tummy.

a sleepy groan escapes him, his eyes still shut as he squeezes you like you're his own personal pillow. "five more minutes..."

"please, toru..." you whine, shifting underneath him as your swollen, full breasts ache.

"need your help." you nudge him again and he finally opens his eyes, blinking away sleep as he looks up at you with those icy blues. and then he sees it— the way your cheeks are slightly flushed, your breathing unsteady and shaky, and your tits... they somehow look- bigger?!

"huuurts, satoru. i need your help, please." your shaky whimper makes his cock twitch against your thigh, already leaking droplets of pre - and he swallows hard.

"f-fuck, baby..." he sits up quicker than you think you've ever seen him move, straddling your lap as his large hands caress the tender swell of your breast.

"arms up for me.. there you go." his voice is rough, still laced with sleep, and it makes your already sensitive nipples perk instantly. your breath hitches when his thumb grazes the sensitive bud, the sensation sending sparks straight to your core.

"my poor, sweet girl." he coos, bringing both of his hands to knead at the sensitive tissue.

"so swollen, god.. they're even bigger." he continues to knead one of your heavy breasts with his palm, leaning down to flick his tongue over the peak.

"yes, need more satoru, please," you tangle your hands in his soft, snowy white locks, begging for any sort of reprieve. he doesn't hesitate— locking his lips around your peak, latching on and rubbing his tongue in slow circles. your head falls back into the pillows, breathless whimpers escaping your lips.

it's not long before your panting, tugging harder at his hair, making his cock leak more against his boxers.

"mmm, i know, my poor baby.. let me take care of you." he releases your nipple, nibbling and sucking at the tender skin around it, kissing up your chest as your breaths come in short gasps.

"satoru— fuck me, please." you're too horny to feel any shame, the growing mess in your panties a clear indicator.

"sweetheart, are you sure?" his cock is throbbing against your stomach, and he swears he could've came from just hearing those words leave your sweet lips.

but he's big- he usually will prep you with a couple of fingers and make you cum on his tongue at least twice before he even thinks about sticking his cock in you. he always wants to make sure you're taken care of first, his perfect girl.

but now, his once bright blue eyes are now dark with lust, scanning over every inch of your face.

"need it, toru, need you."

god— you were going to be the death of him.

satoru pulls down the waistband of your sleep shorts, his pupils dilating more when he sees the wet spot on your underwear. he dips his head down, nudging his nose against the thin, sticky fabric and inhaling deep— his eyes rolling back and his hips jutting against the bed. you feel your face heat up again, tugging at his hair.

you truly didn't want him to even bother with fingering you- you needed to feel him, every single vein of his long cock dragging along the sides of your gummy walls.

"toru, cmon-"

"just wanna taste..." he licks a messy stripe up your wet folds up to your throbbing clit, making your hips jerk against his face.

"mmm- so needy, baby." after a few more torturous licks to your clothed clit, he finally sits back up on his heels, pulling your panties down.

he just stares at you for a second — his eyes raking up and down your glistening folds, the curve of your swollen tits. how did he get so lucky?

he settles between your legs, his fingers gripping your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest.

"think she's ready for me, yeah?" he gives your pussy a quick slap, making you yelp and arch your back off the bed.

"hnngh- satoruuu, don't tease!" you pout your bottom lip at him and bring your hand to massage your achingly swollen breast. and that's all it takes, his much larger hand replacing yours as he finally gives you what you're so desperately craving, quickly disposing of his ruined boxers and burying himself into your tight cunt in one thrust.

you've taken him so many times before, but you don't think you'll ever get used to just how much he stretches you out.

your nails leave small red crescents that burn on his skin, your breath feeling like it's being fucked out of you. he uses one arm to push your thigh up closer to your chest, your leg hanging over his shoulder, his cock bullying into you even deeper. "hck- s'deep, toru!!-"

but his eyes are focused on your chest — your heavy, bouncing tits. he spits directly onto your sore breast, smearing it across as he watches the soft skin glisten.

wow, your boyfriend really is filthy — but it makes your cunt clench.

"so perfect-" he whispers, almost to himself. you look up at him- a few strands of white stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat forming on his chest, and he's - drooling?! his thrusts growing sloppier, but still just as deep.

"my pretty girl, wanna make you my wife."

your eyes widen, and before you're barely even able to register it — your orgasm hits you hard.

"s-satoru!" tears fall down your cheeks as your gush around him, making his hips falter.

"yeah, there's my pretty girl, fuck- gonna fill you up, baby.." he leans down and smashes his lips to yours - hot and messy. he pulls back, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth, his hand still kneading at your spit covered breast.

"what'dya think, huh? hah- fill you up with so much cum, make you my wife and a mama?"

you're not even sure if you're registering exactly what he's saying, but you nod and buck your hips up to meet his punishing thrusts.

"y-yes satoru, want you to cum inside, please!" your begs and whimpers are music to his ears, your legs shaking and your vision blurring as another orgasm washes over you.

"god, these tits are gonna be huge, they're already so big, can't even imagine how they'll look filled with milk.." and- oh - he's drooling again — so fucked out and lost in your cunt and in the thoughts of watching your already swollen breasts swell even more.

now he's cumming hard — he didn't even know he could produce that much cum. "f-fuck," a broken moan of your name leaves his throat as his throbbing cock finally stops spurting.

he collapses onto you — both of your bodies slick with sweat, his spit dried on your bruised and bitten breast, and his cum leaking out around his half-hard cock. he peppers your forehead in kisses and wipes your tears before tilting your chin to kiss your swollen lips.

"don't worry babe, once these things are swollen with milk— i can help you out then, too." he gives your breast a playful smack, and you feel his cock stir back to life inside you.

you know you're in for a long night.

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choso was in love, completely and utterly enamored with you.

he loved your bubbly personality, how you didn't take shit from anyone and always spoke your mind, he loved how your eyebrows knitted and your nose scrunched up when you didn't get your way.

but, he was a man, after all, and he just couldn't ever get enough of that perfect pussy of yours.

when he wasn't balls deep inside of you, rearranging your guts as he pummeled his thick cock into you— he was dreaming about it, dreaming about how tight you were, how warm and wet your walls felt around them as they sucked him in each time he tried to pull out.

he’d even have wet dreams, his mind filled with images of you sprawled beneath him as he fucked you, desperate whimpers escaping his lips as his cock tented the covers, eyebrows furrowed as his chest heaved, breathing growing heavy and uneven as he dreamt about how your pussy felt like it was made for him, until finally— he’d bust a fat load in his boxers, dreaming that it was all being sucked up by your greedy cunt.

and tonight, you wake up to hear him panting and whimpering your name in his sleep, small beads of sweat gathering onto his forehead, his dark hair slightly damp and messy against the pillow, pale cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

“dreaming about me again, cho’?” those whispered wake him from his sleep, his eyes widening as he feels the cool, sticky mess in his boxers.

“oh- fuck, s-sorry…” he mumbled while scrambling to pull off his ruined briefs, “it just felt so real, didn't even feel like a dream, your pussy felt so good.”

with a small, barely stifled giggle, you rake your french-tipped nails down his toned back, feeling the shiver that ran through his body as goosebumps blossomed below your fingertips. 

“hm, i'm sure the real thing would feel even better though, don't you think?” 

you leaned up to whisper in his ear, your soft voice traveling straight to his cock, already hardening again just at the thought. 

choso answered without hesitation, damp hair falling in front of his eyes as he nods eagerly, like you just offered him the most treasured item on earth— and to him, you had. 

“y-yes! i mean, um- yes, please baby, i need to feel that perfect pussy wrapped around me, wanna be inside you so bad.” he whimpers out the last words as you climb on top of him, his hands finding your hips before sliding down to the fat of your ass to give it a good squeeze.

wasting no time, you guide his cum covered cock to your entrance, your pussy already dripping wet from listening to his sleepy moans. you lower yourself down slowly, pleasured gasps leaving the both of your lips as your warm walls welcome him in.

“fuuuuuck, you feel sooo good- mmm- s-so warm, and- nngh- wet, love this pussy s'much baby,” the tip of his cock, thick and flushed a shade of purplish pink, smooches your cervix instantly as he thrusts his hips up.

and he just keeps babbling and whimpering as you ride him- except he just can't help but to guide you along his length at his pace, moving you up and down slowly as he savors every single second his cock’s enveloped inside your tight pussy.

“yeeees- that's it- hmph- god you're so perfect, s-so beautiful, so- hah- tight around me-”

the way he’s whimpering beneath you, how pretty he looks when he’s worshipping your pussy, it makes your tummy tighten as that heat coils inside of you, already feeling like it's ready to burst.

but then you notice something as you open your eyes to look back down at him— he’s crying while he talks about how good you feel, his lips pouted and tears streaming down his face as his whimpers turn to sobs.

“choso? are you okay?” you breathe out, placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself as he starts moving you along his throbbing cock faster.

“shiiiit baby- how are you- hngh- so perfect? i love you sososo much i cant- mmm- can't get enough- please, pleasepleaseplease-”

his voice cracks as his cock spurts strand after strand of thick, gooey cum inside of you, your walls quivering and squeezing his cock as you cum with him. 

“oh god, cho-” you gasp, your breasts heaving as you pant, a mixture of your syrupy slick and his sticky cum drip down to the base of his cock in thick globs. 

choso sniffles a few times, and as you try to roll off of him, he grips your hips tight.

“n-no, please, just… can we stay like this? just… keep me warm until morning?” 

his voice comes out shaky, his eyes glassy and flushed cheeks glistening with tears. 

“fine, i’ll stay like this for the rest of the night, okay? but no more crying.” a smile tugs at your lips as you lean down to kiss his tears away before resting your head on his chest. 

but after a few silent minutes, his heartbeat thudding against your ears and his hand tracing small circles along your back, the soft sounds of sniffling fill the room. 

“s-sorry, you just-”

“i know choso, i know.” 

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'He's like you... but cuter'

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, became your boyfriend around a year ago. There had been no major issues in your relationship, small fights, but nothing detrimental to your connection. But now you were reaching a point that Gojo had dreaded, the kids talk.

Despite popular belief, Gojo did not want to be a parent. He loved kids, and he had thoroughly enjoyed raising Megumi and mentoring his other students. But he had seen too much. The kids he had nurtured had been damaged in irreversible ways, and he was not risking the same for his own hypothetical children.

These views were not shared by his previous partners. Most had left him after the 'I don't want kids' chat, so he was prepared for the worst.

He wasn't prepared for you to shrug and go 'That's okay. Can we get a pet though?' Well, who was he to deny his favourite person?

So here you are at the rescue centre (rescue animals, guys), listening to Gojo's complaints about different animals. Dogs get too loud, cats aren't affectionate enough, hamsters die traumatically, guinea pigs get lonely, snakes are creepy, birds poo everywhere, and rabbits…

He'd ruled out rabbits immediately. Too hairy, too energetic, too skittish, too everything.

Apparently, none of that had gotten through to you as you stare at a white buy, giggling to yourself. The bunny was young, 3 months, according to the information on the door to his pen. The bunny is a perfect snow white with adorable blue eyes. To you, he's perfect.

To Gojo, he's a nuisance at best. A pest at worst.

'No, no way. We are not getting him-'

'Toru, he looks like you!' You interrupt with a pout. 'He's like you… but cuter!'

'What do you mean 'cuter' than me?!'

'He's fluffy!'

'He'll shed.'

'He's cuddly!'

'So am I!'

'He'll stop me from getting lonely when you're on a mission!'

That statement alone is how you ended up cuddling a little white bunny on the drive back home, the back of the car full of new pet supplies, all of course paid for by Gojo.

'God damn menace,' you heard him mumble, but you saw his smirk when you kissed the bunny. Maybe rabbits aren't all bad after all.

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❉ On Thin Ice ❉

Satoru Gojo - hockey Star- loves three things - hockey, coke and women. Which is the reason his coach Sukuna wants to make sure he stays as far away from his niece - you - as possible. Raised by Sukuna after your parents passed, he is almost like a dad to you. Satoru can't help but become obsessed the moment he sees you spinning on the ice. But there's one big problem - an overbearing, grumpy one named Uncle Kuna. Is he right to protect you, or is there more to Satoru than what's on the surface?

❉pairings- hockey star! satoru x figure skater! reader

❉warnings - eventual smut, eventual angst, drug use, grumpy but loving Uncle Sukuna, shy/innocent reader, down bad Satoru - this chap - fingering, kissing, finger sucking, shy reader, sweet Satoru. Sukuna has an entire sub plot and his own LI hehe, mean coach Sienna comes to whip us into shape! Lots of cuteness, some light angst on the horizon, mentions of not eating, reader blushes and is mentioned to be smaller than Gojo <3 -wc- 10.5k

this is a commissioned series for my bb @strychnynegirl! Art is a comm made for this by @veroniicannot!- this chap starts our bb @yenayaps hehe <3 sorry this one took a bit, Tumblr was kinda toxic for me but I missed y'all sooo much!

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chapter two

The next morning you're up before the sun, your body still humming from the smoking and drinking you did last night, memories of Satoru making your core ache, this feeling you’ve never felt taking you over. Your trainer was ready and waiting when you glide across the ice, making you pause, as you’ve only just met her once for a few minutes.

"Five minutes late," your trainer – her name is Sienna – says almost coldly in her thick russian accent, checking her watch. “Go ahead, let’s see if you can land that quad axel.”

“All right,” your blades slide across the ice, the cold air feels good against your heated cheeks as you begin your warm up laps around, trying to warm up your still aching body. You’ve never drank alcohol, and clearly it’s taken a bit of a toll, you’re also distracted from your memories of Satoru.

He’d been in your dreams, touching your soaking wet cunt, you’d woken up drenched, so much it was all over your sheets, your blankets. Even now you see him and Suguru along with the crew come in, including Yuuji, you peer over and then lose focus as you try to hit the move, earning that sigh of disappointment.

 "The competition is in two months, and your quad axel is still inconsistent,” you shut your eyes and focus now, spinning and landing again. "Your leg position is sloppy. Again."

You curse internally, attempting to repeat the part of the routine she seems to think is sloppy. You prepare for your quad axel, taking a deep breath, gathering momentum for the move – you launch into the air, rotating three and a half times, but your landing is shaky and weak, your hand touching the ice to steady yourself as you lean forward too far.

"No,” you sigh and shut your eyes. “Your landing needs to be clean.”

“I know, I’m sorry…” You’re distracted by those damn blue eyes peering over curiously, his little smile.

“Do it again."

Satoru watches curiously as you attempt the jump again, this time landing perfectly, leg just a bit wobbly, but you hold it. He smiles all fucking proud, thinking to himself what a good girl you are – he can’t help but shoot you a text to read letter, lips quirking up when Yuuji comes up to him.

“Shit you look just like your uncle,” Yuuji laughs with a big grin all awkward, rubbing the back of his neck – you don’t look much like him, honestly.

“Yeah, everyone says that, you’re Satoru Gojo!”

“I am, your uncle’s favorite.”

“No you’re so amazing,” he’s gushing as Satoru sends the text.

Satoru – Good girl, looking so pretty on the ice.

He smiles and looks back at Yuuji and his beaming face. “I watch so many of your games, your videos, I want to learn everything.”

“Of course I’ll teach you anything, though I will say Sukuna has a little bit of a different style than me.”

“I’m ready!”

As Yuuji is gushing over Satoru, you’re told to attempt the triple axle again, gliding through the moves easier as your muscles have warmed up, earning her pleased smile. She’s wearing this cute, fluffy white hat and white knit leg warmers all adorable – like she’s not low key evil.

"Better," her tone is still harsh. "Now let's see the entire routine from the top. No mistakes this time."

Satoru peers over at you as you get pushed hard, while he’s running practice as Sukuna had a ton of marketing shit to do for the team, he ran a lot of that – he ran a lot of everything for the team, really. He figured he’d probably come for his nephew’s first day on the rink though. Yuuji slams a puck hard and Satoru grins all proud, peeking at you again.

 "Your timing is off in the second half,” he hears, frowning at just how harsh she seems to be – not that Sukuna wasn’t with them, but she seems even more of a hard ass. “You're losing energy fast, we'll need to increase your conditioning.”

“I am a little tired…” You admit softly, a little out of breath and shaky. “I didn’t get breakfast because I woke up late.

“Unnaceptable, you need to up your caloric intake – and that combo spin at the end? You’re not hitting that right either. Run it again and then you can eat, after you improve these moves."

You feel embarrassed suddenly, your eyes catch Satoru – seeing his reassuring little smile.

“Go eat first then if you’re that distracted,” her words cut your thoughts off once more, you blush a bit and not, skating past Satoru with a little smile.

He feels his goddamn heart race, just from your little smile – all tired and exhausted. He wishes you were tired from riding his cock, rather than your cute little self just smoking and drinking for the first time. He knows he's completely and utterly fucked, obsessed with the one woman he absolutely shouldn't want.

“You like her?” Satoru realizes he’s staring at you when Yuuji brings it up, clearing his throat now.

“What makes you say that?”

“Can’t take your eyes off her,” Yuuji gets a little serious then, peering over at Satoru. “My sister, she's never even dated anyone, and she’s really, really sweet.”

“I… I know that,” he murmurs, feeling Yuuji’s eyes looking at him very curiously. “I do really like her, yeah, but fuck don’t tell your uncle.”

“I mean I won’t though it’s obvious – but… as much as I admire your hockey playing, she’s my sister and I always look out for her,” Satoru nods then, a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder.

“I have no intention of hurting her – I want to get to know her,” he peeks over where you’re eating, he almost says good girl out loud. “You’ve heard about me then, huh?”

“Just that you’re quite a partier – which Choso is too, but… not when it comes to women,” Yuuji’s blushing a bit, Satoru’s lips quirk up. “If it ever got serious and you hurt her, I would not be much better than my uncle.”

How devoted your family is to you truly just makes Satoru even more intrigued about you in so many ways. “I get it, promise it’s not my intent.”

“Good, I think I really like you, so,” Satoru grins. “I just am protective.”

“Isn’t she your big sis?”

“Still…” Satoru can’t help but smile more at just how cute you are when you wave at him, peering at your phone and blushing for his eyes.

You – oh um… thank you? I… you can’t just text this in the middle of the day!

Good girl – was he trying to mess with you?

By the end of the grueling session, every muscle in your body is fucking tense, you feel it not just more because of how relentless she is, but also the lack of sleep is kicking your ass. She’s had you repeat your triple axel combination until your legs felt like pure jello, before she saw you were so damn exhausted she relented and called it for a day.

You glide slowly toward the rink's exit, practically counting the moments until you can collapse in your bed. You're about to step off when suddenly Satoru Gojo is right there, crouching down and kneeling in front of you, making you lose any good sense, those eyes looking at you underneath his snowy lashes.

“Hi,” he says softly, reaching down with practiced movements, slipping on the pretty pink skates guards before you can even process what's happening, your brain all sluggish.

“Hi,” you whisper back, biting your lip nervously. “You got these for me?”

“They were just right here,” he helps you over and you almost collapse, making him look at you with concern, his hands steadying your waist, the warmth seeping in over your glittery outfit, your heart hammers in your chest. "Don't want you breaking an ankle before our date."

You blush furiously at the mention of the date. “I’m excited for it.”

“So am I,” it takes a lot not to kiss you, to act casual in front of everyone, clearing his throat and smiling at you now. "You look exhausted – come on, let's get these off you."

He's got you sitting on a nearby bench, kneeling again and ruining your psyche, his hand brushing your calf, burning your skin and sending signals to your body, nipples pressing up, breath catching in your throat. “Satoru, you don’t have to do all this.”

“You’re exhausted,” he says softly, long, elegant fingers working deftly at the laces of your skates. When he removes the first skate, you sigh in relief, but his expression changes when he looks at your ankle. “Shit…”

“Shit what?” Your eyes are already drifting, Satoru takes off your other one and sighs.

"Sweetheart," he murmurs, his fingers gently tracing the skin, you feel it then – it’s aching. "Your ankle is all swollen."

You look down to see he's right – both your ankles are in fact, you grimace just a bit when he sits next to you, tugging your legs in his lap, making you blush like crazy at the feeling, but he’s looking with concern. "They're fine – ah!”

"No, they're not. She’s working you too hard.”

“She’s not, really, mnh,” Satoru gently massages the swollen area, you can't suppress the little soft sigh of pleasure that mixes with the pain, and the utter desire at him in your proximity.

“Not really?” He asks, leaning in closer, the two of you are on a far bench hidden from view just a bit, but when he’s that close you panic. Someone could see you both see your hand on his chest as he massages your sore little ankles, studying you with devastating blue eyes. “You sure?”

“I’m sure, you’re making it better…” You whisper, he sighs at just how goddamn pretty you are, unable to stop himself from pressing a soft kiss to your lips, drinking in your sigh. “Satoru…”

“Fuck,” he’s kissing you again, your hand entangled in his locks – it’s reckless, foolish, but you can’t stop. "Let me take care of you tonight." His whisper against your swollen lips almost ends you.

“Tonight? Take care of me?” He sighs, gently massaging your aching calf with one hand, his other cupping your face.

“I’ll make sure to massage every pretty inch of your body,” he says, voice husky, your eyes dilate and you give him this look, the sort of look that has him wanting to do the most filthy fucking things. “Want me too?”

Before you can respond, a huge ass fucking shadow falls over you both, and you look up with wide eyes. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

You both freeze, turning to see Sukuna standing there, his huge arms crossed over his chest.

“I thought you weren’t coming to-”

“So you’ve got your hands on my niece? No,” he smacks Satoru in the back of the head, making him glare.

“I was just-”

"Just leaving," Sukuna cuts him off again, his eyes narrowing over at you, bright fucking red. "Now."

“No,” Sukuna scoffs, raising his brows. 

“No!?”

“No, look at her, she’s fucking hurting,” Satoru says firmly, his hands not leaving despite the imminent threat of your big ass uncle.

Sukuna's gaze drops to your ankles, he sighs now, brows drawing together.

“She’s all swollen from one day with this new trainer? Isn't that ridiculous?”

“Are you all right?” Sukuna asks quietly, you nod and Satoru backs off. Uncle Sukuna kneels down on the ground and peers at your ankles, fingers touching your ankles gingerly.

“It’s nothing…” Satoru and Sukuna both give you a look.

“Really?” Satoru scoffs and you nod again.

“Really! I'm good!”

“Hate to fucking agree with this idiot-”

“Excuse me!?” Satoru cuts him off, but Sukuna ignores him. 

“It’s not nothing though,” he continues on as he stands up, and scowls at Satoru. “You making her feel better looked like you were kissing her, clearly my eyes are seeing shit wrong?”

“So wrong!” You barely hold back your laughter, Satoru stands and eases your ankles off his lap, looking at you and taking your hand, kissing it, earning your giggle. “Look how gentlemanly I am.”

“Sure, and I’m a fucking pretty figure skater,” Satoru snorts and winks down at you, when Sukuna catches sight of your trainer. “Hey!”

“Uncle Kuna!”

“No,” he looks at you scowling – but then his expression softens a bit. “I clearly need to have a conversation with her. Gojo, get fucking gone.”

Satoru reluctantly leaves, but not before he's peeking back at you, his lips curving into a smile before he walks out of the rink.

You sigh as he catches the trainer – she’s all cute and tiny on the exterior for as fucking mean as she was, even her fuzzy little hat is a complete distraction. “Yes? I’m going to be late if I don’t head out now.”

“As much as you’re getting paid you can wait,” he crosses his big ass arms and looks down at her – she mimics the motion, raising a brow. “Where do you get off running her till she’s injured, huh?”

“Do you not want her to be a pro skater?”

Sukuna cannot answer as you watch, your coach Sienna is just about the meanest little thing you’ve ever seen, she rivals your big ass uncle even though he’s a foot and half taller than her. 

“Your name is Yena or some shit, right?”

She scoffs at him. “Not for you, it’s not – you’re giving me some fucking nickname?”

“Yena,” he continues, making her glare even more, you can barely conceal your giggle behind your hand as you watch her stomp right up to him. “I’ll call ya that, or a little brat.”

“Me, a brat?” She starts laughing – she’s genuinely insane if you’re being honest. “Listen here you conceited, pink haired fuck.”

“Did you just poke me!?” She stabs his chest with her finger again.

“I sure did!”

“Tch, pink haired-”

“I’ll make her climb Mt Everest if I need to,” she cuts him right off. "I'll do whatever I have to do to get her to that level. If I have to have her work all day and night I will. Isn’t that why you hired me?”

“You’re being fucking harsh on her, why is she hurting like that?” Sukuna bends down and Sienna scowls and grabs a little chair nearby, standing so she’s at his height – Sukuna himself snorts in laughter, even you can’t help but giggle just a bit at the sight before you. “Seriously?”

“Yes I’m tired of hurting my fucking neck,” she has no issue going face to face with him. “Jolly fucking giant.”

That’s when you see something flicker, a blush on your uncle’s cheeks.

Does Uncle Sukuna like someone?

“You hired me, so I’ll train her how I see fit. There will be no coddling her,” Sukuna raises a brow at her.

“I’m not coddling-”

“Yes you are, and I won’t deal with that shit,” she tugs her hat on and he snorts at her.

“Dumb lil fuckin’ hat.”

She turns and glares daggers at the giant man. “Excuse me!?”

“Looks fucking stupid, tch,” he glares down at her. “Take it easier on her, I swear to god.”

“Oh sure, I’ll take it easy so she won’t be ready. Is that what you want? Is that how you train those boys?”

“Fuck off,” Sukuna turns and she hops off the chair like a little psycho, yanking him right back to look at her again, Sukuna pauses just a bit.

Not often your uncle meets his match.

“You hired me and I’ll do my job, I’ll have her trained to win,” she sighs now, peeking over at you. “She needs to eat and take care of herself, that’s not on me – and that’s why her stamina is shit. I push her because she needs it.”

Sukuna stands there a moment – maybe he gets enamored with her, maybe irritated, it’s hard to tell with your uncle – but he ends up turning back around. “I’ll work on her having energy, but you need to calm down. She has months until the competition.”

“I won’t calm down,” Sukuna scowls over his shoulder at her, his hands clenched into fists. “But I will make sure she wins without getting injured.”

“Right,” he stomps on over to you now, bending down and snatching your ass up suddenly.

“Uncle Kuna-”

“Nope,” Sukuna picks you up in his arms, like it’s nothing – of course it was, Sukuna was enormous, but he hasn’t carried you since you were like a teenager with an ankle injury.

“I can walk!”

“Yeah well,” he grunts in annoyance as he carries you outside to his car, the chill of the air making you shiver just a bit. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m all right, promise,” he ignores you of course.

“Seatbelt.”

“Yeah,” you snap it on, wincing at just how bad your ankles are throbbing, Sukuna looks with concern before he starts the car.  “Was she right?”

“What?”

“Coddling me,” you mumble, sighing now and looking at him as he starts to drive. “You and Yuuji, even Choso, always protect me.”

“That has not got shit to do with skating,” you fiddle a bit with the hem of your skirt. “I am fine with her being hard on you for training, it just seemed excessive.”

“I almost think…”

“What, brat?”

“You find her hot.”

“Excuse me?” You’re giggling, Sukuna’s brows lower as he comes to a red light, looking right at you. “You really wanna piss me off lately, huh? Sneaking out to parties, talking shit.”

“Not at all, I just…” You trail off a bit, sighing. “I think you’d be cute together.”

“Me and her!? She’s psychotic, did you see her just climbing fucking chairs?”

“Do you think she’s cute?”

“Ugh,” he doesn’t say shit, answering your question, truly. “The matter at hand is, she needs to calm down on the way she’s pushing you. So, tomorrow you won’t be training.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he cuts you off quickly, making you pout. “No puppy dog eyes either, kid. There will be no training tomorrow. I’ll have Yuuji snitch on you.”

“He’d never!”

Sukuna smirks. “Oh wouldn’t he?”

You roll your eyes now, sinking against the leather of his passenger seat. “Only if you bribe him.”

“Who’s to say I won’t?”

“Ugh!”

“Listen,” Sukuna sighs loudly, as if he’s thoroughly exhausted. “There is to be no practice tomorrow, and you need to start eating enough – especially at the level you’re training at.”

“I will, promise. I just forget.”

“You can’t forget, it’ll have you sloppy.”

You cross your arms, he snorts at you. All sweet but you were indeed a little bit of a brat with your uncle. “Ugh, you sound like her too.”

“What!?” You sigh louder this time. “One more sigh, brat.”

“What will you do, ground me?”

“Yep.” You both laugh then, but Uncle Kuna is serious in just a few more minutes. “Oh, by relaxing? That doesn’t mean kissing Satoru.”

You feel the heat rush across your cheeks. “I wasn’t… I mean…”

“You suck at lying,” you can’t lie to him for shit, really. “I’m saying this because I love you, for no other reason. All right?”

“Satoru seems sweet, though.”

He laughs then, throwing his head back, making you glare. “I’m sorry, but sweet isn’t the word for him.”

“He’s caring, okay?”

He pauses then, thumb tapping on the steering wheel as the other raps along his thigh. “I am not gonna say he isn’t caring, or that he’s horrible. What I am saying is that he isn’t into serious relationships, and you’re a good kid. All right?”

“Right,” you do understand what he means, you’ve heard from Satoru himself he’s never really had a relationship. “I will take tomorrow off, then.”

“Good.”

*****

The next day, you did as your uncle demanded and took a complete rest – well, for some of the day you did. Your ankles were still tender from your trainer Sienna – or as Uncle Sukuna calls her ‘Yena’. You can’t help but find the way her short ass goes against him fucking hilarious, you giggle just thinking about it even as you are wrapped in compression bandages, carefully undoing them and seeing the swelling has gone down significantly.

“Much better,” you murmur, stepping off the bed with your feet on the soft carpet of your room.

Living with Sukuna and Yuuji after being alone in a dorm for some time was a bit of an adjustment, they were damn near the spitting image of each other and acted the same half the time. You felt just a little out of place at times – Sukuna was bold, Yuuji was outgoing, but you? The shy one.

 The day off was a relief in a way from the new level of grueling training that your very aggressive little trainer was giving you – you damn near hear it in her pretty accent ‘i’ll make you climb mt everest’ in your fucking nightmares. You’d woken up about to do a triple axel just from the amount of trauma she put you through.

But you sort of love that – you want to be pushed to do your best.

Then your later dreams as you napped? Well they were all Satoru Gojo – his touch, the way he kissed your lips, how his hands gripped your waist. It was all rushing through your mind, swirling until you were completely dizzy. How could you not want to know more about him, especially when you see his text.

Satoru – hey sweets, we’re on for tonight, yeah?

You – yes, I am getting ready!

You’re just a little frantic as you get dressed, throwing on this outfit and that, tossing them on the bed just to grab another, you’re limping just a bit still, frowning as you peer in the mirror. You want to look perfect tonight, but you tended not to go many places unless it was related to figure skating and some sort of event Uncle Sukuna dragged you to.

Boy would he be mad when he came back and you weren’t here.

That was a problem for later though – right now you were brushing your hair out in the mirror, trying to find the perfect shade to go with your pretty black dress. The one you settled on snatched in at your waist, bared just enough of your thighs, a necklace nestled in the hollow of your throat, right between your collarbones, a little silver one that was your moms.

You touch it for a moment, it’s not that you were very close to the parents you lost – they were aggressive with pushing you into this, and mostly ignored anything you actually wanted to pursue. Thinking of writing? No way. Wanna do art? No. They knew where the scholarships, brand deals and money to be had, and that included pulling you out of school.

It’s not that you resent them, either, it’s just…

You don’t know how you feel, if you dwell upon it too long. Although Sukuna pushed you to do your best, he overwhelmingly cared and didn’t push you until you completely broke. You can say the same for Yuuji, how hard they pushed him into his sports and academics, in his case keeping him in school was the best, which created some distance between you both for a time.

You can’t imagine how hard it was for Sukuna at one time to have you, Choso and Yuuji under the same roof, along with any other family members that would swing by and just crash. The look on Sukuna’s face when he’d stumble upon a room full of his nephews and their friends was priceless. You suppose having just one niece was a good thing for him.

You know why he’s protective, but the draw of Satoru pulls you closer every moment you’re near him, every time you see his pretty blue eyes and that soft, lazy little smile that lights up his face. You can’t act like there’s nothing between you both, even if you were nervous about it.

How much of the rumors were true?

Would Satoru snort coke off those girls after your dinner?

Could you even be upset with him if he did?

You swathe on your lipstick and sigh, putting it up with a quiet click, hand trembling just a little bit. You decide on a pretty nude shade after swiping your lips clean so many times they were all red, puffy and swollen. Three mascara shades until you gave up and started over, you don’t even want to admit how many ways you styled your hair in front of your little vanity.

It’s not until he texts you that he’s there that you finally calm down and smooth that dress down the delicate lines and curves of your body, trying to balance a bit with the heels when your ankles hurt a bit. You rush out and see him leaning against the car, smiling at you.

“You’re driving?” You ask softly, his eyes dart down your body behind round shades, he exhales as he gets a look at you.

“Shit,” you blush all cute, as Satoru takes your hand and spins you around, a little whistle having even your ears turning pink. “Just… god, look at you.”

“Oh, Satoru,” you murmur those words softly – all nervous underneath the avid attention he’s laying on you. You feel your thighs pressing together without thinking, especially when he tugs your body against his chest, huge arms wrapping around your waist and making you feel so small near him. “Thank you.”

“You got this pretty just for me?” He asks softly, fingertips brushing across the line of your jaw delicately.

“I did,” you fiddle a bit with his collar, blushing even more at his proximity, at the heat of his body against yours. “You look so handsome, too.”

“Mhm,” it’s hard for Satoru to focus with his heart hammering behind his ribs, his cock is leaking just hugging you to him – and he knows he needs to take this shit slow. He knows the last thing you need is him having you ride his cock in his mercedes benz – though fuck he loves that idea.

You’re looking up at him with your pretty, glittering eyes underneath your lashes, he can feel the warmth of your skin radiating against him. Satoru sighs, tilting your chin up, lips he’s gotten to kiss twice now – but that hardly seems enough. He truly needs so much time with you, time he’s not sure either of you can get without being caught.

“You like my dress, hmm?” You tease him softly, his fingers graze the hem of it, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I like you in this dress,” he corrects softly, hand sliding up the curve of your hip. “God, the things I wanna say.”

“Say them,” you look intoxicated then, pupils dilating just so – until the black swallows up your iris.

“Oh, think you can handle it, sweetheart?” He teases, lips quirking up just a bit, you nod and he laughs. “You’ll blush all over.”

“No! Tell me,” you pout all cute, Satoru sighs now, leaning low and turning you so your hands and tits are pressing against the car. “Ah!”

“I was thinking to myself,” he murmurs, behind you now so that the curve of your ass is against those strong thighs, one of his hands is braced on one side of your head, the other – just gliding up your hip, tugging you closer against his hard body. “Hmm, was thinkin’ how I’d love to lift up this pretty little dress and fuck into you, ruin your panties so that they’re just soaked with my cum drippin’ down them.”

“Oh… I…” You can’t handle it, he was right, but you want to hear it, even as it makes you so nervous – you’re needy for it, for more. Looking back and knowing the danger you’re in getting involved with the Satoru Gojo – but there isn’t a red flag in sight for you.

No, all of them are just utterly green.

Nothing Sukuna says or what the press reports is going to stop you from looking into those pretty blue eyes, you’re trembling right in his hold. He exhales and nuzzles your neck, lips pressing a teasing little kiss right there. “I’m trying really hard to hold back here, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you? I love that about you.”

“N-not that good,” your response has him chuckling, hand still splayed over where you’re heated up. “I did smoke weed, you know.”

“You’re so fucking adorable,” he chuckles and eases his hold a bit, cupping your face thoughtfully for a moment.

You are adorable.

Satoru simultaneously wants to ruin you and make sure you stay so damn sweet, the thought of hurting you with who he was has him hesitating just a bit – normally he’d have no issue having a ‘date’ suck him off on the drive. Have no problem touching her all he wanted, and the next day?

Back to normal.

But what sort of normal were you, really? When everything about you has him so fucked up? He can try to explain it away all he wants – but even as he was practicing today it was just about all he could do to not stare longingly on the other side of the ice, where he was just so used to you being there.

 “I’d take my time with you,” he says softly now, sighing as he drinks in your soft little moan. “Savor every pretty inch of your body.”

“W-would you?” Your attempt at teasing is so precious he laughs softly, you feel how eager he is pressing right against the small of your back.

“Would you like me kissing every inch?”

Of course you would – but your heart races in a different way then, wondering just how many girls get that from Satoru. It’s all just so very new, he senses your hesitation and pulls back, turning you to face him and frowning.

“Is it too much? I should-”

“No, no,” you lean up and kiss him again, earning his lashes fluttering shut as he leans down and returns it. “Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, it’ll be fun,” Satoru leans over and opens the door, smiling all pretty at you as the sun sets and casts a million shades across the two of you.. “Ya ready, sweetheart?”

“Mhm!” 

It’s not a very long drive to where Satoru wants to take you, and sitting in the passenger seat as his hand rests on your thigh? It makes it hard to focus on any reason why you shouldn’t go full, head on into Satoru – it makes what you’ve been warned about sort of just fade to the background, since it really was perfect being right next to him.

When the two of you get there he’s holding the door open for you, sounds of gasps and giggles echo, making you both pause, when you see it – girls sitting in a nearby car and gasping out. “That’s Gojo!”

“Shit,” he mumbles, he’d been so excited about this date he didn’t even plan for this possibility. He shields you and smiles at them. “Hi there.”

“Oh my god!” They’re all giggling as you stand behind him curiously, his broad shoulders blocking any of your view. “It really is Gojo! Who are you with!?”

Another couple of people walk by and start whispering, your hands rest on his back over the expensive material of his dress shirt, trembling ever so slightly.

“Hah – just having dinner with a friend,” you hear it then – someone behind you snapping a picture.

Click.

Satoru turns at the sound, revealing just a bit of your much shorter frame, when the girls start freaking out. The Satoru Gojo, on a date? Was he taken or did this mean he was available? The headlines go so insane he gets a text update on his phone with the damn photo in moments, grimacing as he stares at it.

The light turns green, and the cars speed off, leaving you both in a strange quiet for a few moments. “Satoru… they…”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly against his chest, like that could potentially keep you hidden away.

"Fuck," Satoru softly curses under his breath, running a hand through his slicked back hair, his jaw tightening visibly, a little blue vein running underneath that pale skin. "I'm sorry. I thought we'd be fine here, shit."

"It's okay," you say softly, though it wasn't – the thought of your uncle, of the headlines, made your stomach clench up with nerves.

"No," he sighs now, brushing your hair back. “I should have thought about this more, it’s not like it’s ever been an issue to be seen with someone.”

“Right…” You don’t like the idea of Satoru with anyone.

You know that’s toxic, too.

But it was just a simple fact – you don’t like the thoughts of him kissing someone, of going on dates, of doing more, his fingers against their skin, his lips on their necks, things you should not think of. You barely know him, so the feelings are so shocking you can’t compartmentalize them all.

"Hey,” he tilts your chin up, not realizing where your mind is – he thinks you’re upset about the picture. “Just let them get their shot, it looks like we ran into each other at best.”

“It’s fine, um you said you’re used to this?”

“Don’t they snap pics of you?” Satoru raises a brow.

“Not really, usually people don’t recognize me right away… I am a bit new to competitive skating.”

“I’d notice you anywhere,” his words are vulnerable, they’re sweet, you swallow down a million emotions as he holds you close. “Of course I would.”

“Satoru you’re so sweet,” he chuckles a bit, the breeze blowing his snowy hair around his head, blue eyes glittering with the golden hour of the sun hitting behind his head, a halo washing around him. Angelic, Satoru looks.

“Am I?” He leans down and brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, your hands come to grip his dress shirt, the material soft underneath your touch. “Mnh… do you think I taste sweet?”

“Do I think…” You press your lips to his neck, and Satoru’s not sure anyone has ever utterly ruined him like you do in that moment – the simple little press of your lips has him fucking aching. His pulse races right where your tongue laps out, flicking just a bit and earning his soft moan. “You do taste sweet.”

“God,” you’re so sexy but you have utterly no clue about it, maddening for him when he eases back. “I already know you taste sweet.”

His insinuation has you burning, you can’t help but cover your face up at his soft laugh. “You’re teasing me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he takes your hand in his now, running his thumb gently over your knuckles. “The rest of the night is just for us, no cameras, okay?”

You nod eagerly, hand snug in his – practically swallowing yours. “Just us.”

*****

The restaurant Satoru brought to you was pretty, intimate and exclusive – it had these private rooms separated out, the one he chose was cozy and beautiful. You’re achingly close to him, sitting back on the plush seat, looking at the candles in the center of the table casting a warm, flickering glow on Satoru’s face, painting his sharp features so perfect.

The jut of his chin, the shadow underneath his lips, he’s so fucking pretty your heart is racing in your chest. His arm wraps around you as the two of you sit at the table, he sips his sweet, fruity cocktail as you take a sip of your blush wine. You’re so close to him you can feel him everywhere.

"Comfy, sweetheart?" his voice is a low little hum that ruins you, his fingertips slipping up and down your spine, where your dress is just a bit bare, dipping to reveal your lower back to him.

You just nod – words are escaping you, with your throat suddenly tight, heart hammering so loudly you can hear the blood rushing to your ears.

Satoru’s proximity was dizzying – and there were no crowds, no cameras, just the two of you sitting so close, without the slight effects of the smoke and drink from the other night. No, it’s just you and Satoru.

“Very,” you answer softly, he takes the chopsticks and pops a piece of sushi in the dip, slipping a piece of it in your mouth. “Yum!”

“It’s so good, right?” He’s all adorable as he grins, eating a piece as well, chewing it thoughtfully. “Can I ask about you? Like… know more or…”

“Of course!” You say it so eagerly you have to take a moment, taking a shaky little breath. “I mean, of course. Just because I can be shy doesn’t mean I don’t want to share with you.”

“Good,” he brushes a lock of your hair back, smiling in that devastatingly pretty way only Satoru Gojo can. “Your parents, is it okay to ask about them?”

“Oh…”

“Is it too much?” His brows draw together.

“No, not at all! Just um… I don’t know how to really say much about them,” you fiddle with a button on his shirt nervously. “They passed away."

Satoru's face immediately softens, his arm around you tightening just slightly. "I thought maybe that was the case, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's okay," you manage a little smile at him. "It was a long time ago. And… I wouldn’t say we were close, is that terrible?”

“God no,” he laughs without humor, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head a bit. “If anyone understands not being close to their parents, it’s me. I wouldn’t judge you.”

You exhale in relief, saying words you’ve never really spoken out loud – even to Uncle Sukuna, it’s not like he didn’t know, but you both just didn’t address that shit.

"They loved the idea of having a champion skater, and like the moment I showed any talent, that's all I was. Their little project.”

“I get that too.” Your heart hurts then.

“Satoru, you-”

“No please, I wanna know about you, shy little figure skater,” he tries to tease to lighten the mood, smiling at you as he sips his drink. “Go ahead and tell me.”

“I don’t wanna get too into it all – typical parents in this sort of sport, I guess? My childhood wasn't having fun, or making friends, doing sleepovers…they took me out of school to have me practice more. Strict diets, coaches who were more brutal than Coach Sienna could ever be.”

“More brutal than her? She’s scary,” Satoru shivers in fear and you laugh a bit, easing that tension. “She literally terrifies me, I don’t know how someone so small can have even Toji backing away in fear.”

“She’s definitely feisty, isn’t she?” Your lips twitch with amusement, sipping your wine and feeling the heat flush to your cheeks. “She seems to care, though. I like that about her – I’m hoping tomorrow will be better with that.”

“Sukuna was very defensive,” he admits softly. “He clearly loves you.”

“He does, he is really who has had the most influence over me, since our parents died he’s been so amazing. He’s hard on me in his own way, sure, but he’s proud of me… they weren’t.”

Satoru frowns at that.

“I don’t wanna talk too much of them, I want to get to know you too,” your hand rests on his thigh now, letting him fork a bite of food into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as you assess him. “Your parents are harsh too, you say?”

“Being a Gojo comes with a fuck ton of expectations,” his body tenses at the mere mention, making your heart just break for him. “Too much but I’ve always been a perfectionist myself, so I suppose I make them as proud as I need to. But the shit feels so fake.”

“I get that, I do…”

“Feel like I’m just an object for them to get whatever advancement they want, they get to brag about me to their dumb, stuck up friends,” he sighs. “I shouldn’t have brought any of it up.”

“What? No, I like talking to you,” he exhales, his hand releasing the tight grip it had on your waist. “A lot, actually. I don’t open up easily, but with you…”

“It’s easy?” He answers, you nod, catching your lower lip with your teeth as you set the wine glass down. “Maybe I’m easy for you.”

“Satoru…” You almost can’t take him then, his little laugh as if he’s all innocent and sweet, you frown a bit then, drawing his curious look.

"Are you still thinking about the camera?" he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. “Did it bother you, sweets?”

You shake your head. “No, it doesn’t… it’s not on my mind right now.”

"Good," he says softly, his huge hand is moving up your thigh, resting there right above your knee, the warmth and roughness of it seeping in. “What are you thinking of right now?”

You take a breath. “You.”

Your simple answer is too much for him.

“Me?”

Years of having that hockey stick in his hands, callouses from working out relentlessly, as well as Satoru clearly taking care of himself – that part of him was rough, unpolished. A symbol of just how much hard work he put in, and the way it rests over the satin of your dress is possessive, maddening. How you want him to possess you truly, to own you in ways you haven’t thought of.

“Want a secret?” He asks then, but his face is serious, not teasing. You swallow nervously, nodding. "I've been thinking about this since I saw you on the ice."

“Thinking of… dinner with me?” He laughs softly, his snowy lashes lowering as he drinks you right in.

“Thinking of touching you,” his words destroy you as his hand slides higher, underneath the hem of your dress, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on your sensitive inner thigh. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire, goosebumps rising everywhere his fingers hit. “Of kissing you, tasting you, hah - feeling you.”

“Since you saw me?” You can hardly believe such words, but when he looks at you like that? You’re aching, you’re shifting in that seat as he makes every one of your five senses come alive, heightening. 

That pressure begins to build deep inside you, right in your core – the new feeling that you’ve only felt with him so far, so sweet your thighs have to press together, as his fingers ghost over the edge of your panties, touching the lacy elastic as you bite down on your lip.

“Yeah, since I saw you spinnin’ all fuckin’ pretty,” Satoru says – hushed against your lips, the breath ghosting them. His blue eyes are dark with desire, drinking in your every reaction. He wants to picture this moment forever, not knowing just how long he’ll get to be around his pretty figure skater. “Perfect little ice skater, so perfect.”

Hah – his pretty skater – was he really already thinking like that?

‘Mine’ – the word rings in his head, over and over.

Satoru is one to share, actually – whether it was with Suguru or it was with other women, but the thought of ever fucking share you makes him furious, unable to think at all of ever seeing you near someone. Even Suguru brushing your hair back last night had him all on edge – where exactly did that leave him?

Satoru teases you over your panties, eyes locked as he gauges your every reaction – the way your brows draw together, how you’re damn near whining out, pressing your thighs closed. He moans as you trap his hand, his fingers tracing the damp fabric, feeling just how ready you were for him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans those words out softly, the sound of his husky voice was a direct hit to your cunt, already gushing and leaking down so that it gathers like dew on his fingertips. "Is all this for me, sweetheart?"

You can't speak – you'd never felt anything like this, the need for more.

“Say it,” he whispers, his other hand reaching to entangle in your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his fingers press that damn material right in between your puffy lips. “Say it f’me.”

“It’s all for you, Satoru,” he moans now, kissing you desperately, still slipping his fingers over that cotton gusset of your panties, dragging every pretty sigh out of your throat. “All you – mnh!”

“Good girl,” oh great – you’re fucked now, aren’t you? “Want me to make your pretty pussy cum this time? Doesn’t she deserve it?”

All you can do is nod – a jerky little motion that was all the permission he needed, long fingers pushing the ruined fabric aside, revealing your heated cunt to the cool air of the restaurant. You’ve never been touched like this, not bare with your slick dribbling right down his fingertips.

“God,” he moans softly as his fingers find you, sliding through your slick folds, those gossamer strands coating his digits. Your hips jerk in response at the direct contact, he circles your clit slowly once he finds it – with deliberate precision. “There it is.”

“There’s my… you…” Your lashes flutter, building this sweet pressure inside you. "Satoru, I... I don't know..."

"Shhh, I've got you," he murmurs, eyes locking with yours. “Have you not even touched yourself, baby?” You shake your head, swallowing nervously as he pulls back just a bit. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m touching?”

“Yes please, just know it feels good,” your words are damn near mumbles, he exhales, that breath tickling your ear, swirling his finger again as your clit twitches against his touch. “S’good I…”

“That’s your clit, sweetheart,” you’ve heard of that – kind of. You’ve never really touched yourself to know where and what things are, but when he’s circling it that maddening way, you can’t help but admit it.

“I tried to touch myself that night,” he moans at that, pulling back, his cheeks flushed this pretty pink. “It was a f-failed attempt.”

“You were that needy?” He asks then, earning your jerky nod, your little hand wrapping that narrow wrist, feeling his muscles and tendons tense as he runs faster circles. “So needy you tried to touch your cute little pussy?”

“Mhm,” you’re drunk off Satoru Gojo – star hockey player – then, so drunk off him you can’t remember who you are and who you’re with. “Please…”

“Please what? Use your words f’me,” he whispers softly, taking his fingertip and dipping it lower, watching your every reaction hungrily. “Be a good girl.”

“More, need more,” Satoru dips one long, skilled finger slid inside you ever so slowly. Your hips jerk up against his hand, whining out with your lashes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he knew you would be, but to have that gripping his finger like this? Slick heat, so wet he can fucking hear it. “Loosen up a bit, I won’t hurt you, okay?”

You swallow nervously and nod, spreading your thighs that had been clamped right down on Satoru’s hand, letting him ease that finger out with a messy pop, slipping in easier, burying it to the knuckle. Your eyes catch his, lidded and dazed as he moves in and out of those gummy walls, gathering all the slick and spreading it right around your puffy lips.

“Perfect, there you go,” he whispers, curling up and finding that spongy spot in your anterior wall, making you jolt, damn near drooling. He smirks just a bit, leaning close, kissing your sighs and drinking them down his throat.

“Mnh,” you can’t answer – not when Satoru Gojo’s fingers begin to move, achingly fucking slow, this gentle stretch that has your cunt soaking his entire hand, down to his wrist – the cuff of that sleeve, the silver of his rolex. “Satoru!”

“That’s it,” he moans just watching you, his cock so hard it hurts, holding your head with his huge hand so it’s cradled, as the other sets a deep rhythm that makes you fucking dizzy. “Your body is so responsive to me, isn’t it?”

You nod, already dizzy when his thumb slides over and continues its work on your clit, two fingers now easing in your cunt. “Ah!”

“Can you take two inside this tiny lil cunt, baby?” He asks, desperate for more from you – but perfectly content if this was all he ever got. To touch you, to watch your precious little face and the fucked out expression dancing across it. “There you go, look at that. You’re takin’ them like you’re made to.”

You cling to Satoru and arch your hips, chasing that pressure – you’d normally be embarrassed at your body, but how could you be for the way it reacts to Satoru’s touch – that perfect, relentless pressure that’s building so deep in your core. His stretch burns your tiny little hole just perfectly – this mix of pain and need growing as you lean up for his lips to touch yours once more.

“Please, more,” your whisper sends him, he’s desperate now as he tugs a hand and pulls at your hair, you cry out and he pauses, but you shake your head. “Like it… like it, please.”

Satoru dies just a bit at your sweet little admission, innocent almost that you like your hair pulled, his hand tugging at it again, creating that painfully sweet pleasure that he can watch dance on your face. “You like that, sweets? Me pulling your hair?”

“Y-yes,” your nod is jerky as he kisses you once more – it’s hungry, messy, all tongues and teeth and breathless gasps between you both. You were lost, so dizzy and high off him, off every feeling of him against you.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," he says desperately against your lips, his voice all hoarse and breaking in the middle, the Satoru Gojo losing his composure when touching a girl. Touching you. “Love my fingers stretching you out?”

“Yes,” your answer is more firm this time, rocking your hips to grind even more against that hand, tears pricking your eyes when he tugs at your hair again. “Love it, please, please…”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers. “You need to cum, don’t you?”

Your nod is his answer, he can feel how tense you are getting, how she clamps down so tight on his digits, his thumb pressing even harder on that lil jumping clit.

“Then let go for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you cum," you whine out, barely holding in the sounds – you can’t even remember you’re in a restaurant on a day you’re supposed to be resting.

That you’re instead getting fingered by one of the only men your uncle has ever warned you about, the player who clearly knows how to touch a girl – but you can’t stop yourself, not from the desire you feel, the way you need him. Need more, of every touch, every look, every brush of his lips on yours.

“Cum for me.” His words mix with a deep thrust of his fingers, pushing until you shatter. You’ve never felt anything like it – white hot stars behind your eyelids, that blinding, overwhelming pleasure that crashes over you. Your inner walls clench tightly and just spasm around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, drool spilling from the damn corner of your mouth.

“Ngh,” is all you manage to let escape as you shake, and he holds you there, even as your walls are milking those fingers. You hardly compose yourself, feeling yourself get oversensitive, trembling. “Satoru!”

“Mhm, I know,” he whispers, easing his hold of your hair, fingers slowing down their movements, baby blues lit up as they study you. “You did so good.”

“I did?” You are already damn near sleepy from his touch.

“So good for me, do you think you could give me another?” He’s almost about to cum from touching you, from looking right at you as the pleasure clearly washes over your pretty face.

“I d-don’t know I… ah!” He doesn't stop his fingers – merely slows them down, gliding them in with embarrassing ease despite how thick they are. “Sensitive!”

“I know baby,” he’s so goddamn lost in it, wanting to make sure that he draws out every last tremble from your body, gives you so much pleasure you squirt for him – you already damn near pushed his fingers out, the slick dripping right down between your thighs. “So goddamn pretty, don’t you deserve it? To cum as much as you want?”

“You’re insane,” he chuckles just a bit, your hand clings to his shoulder, manicured nails pressing against it, every touch you’re hyper aware of. “One more, ha! Mngh...”

He grins. “Good girl.”

“You know that messes with me you – ah!” He barely catches your wanton, pornographic little moan, kissing you and curving his fingers up and down until you are a mess, your mind completely blank – blissful, the second time you cum, your body is even more sensitive when he pulls back ever so slightly off your clit.

“You’re so messy,” he teases with a whisper as he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you both struggle to catch your breath.

“Me, messy?” He smirks, slowly withdrawing his hand, and you watch – fucked out already when he pulls his fingers back. You see the sheer amount of dripping wetness caught by the candlelight and gasp out.

“Very messy,” he brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he ruins what’s left of your goddamn brain, pink tongue lapping along even the side of his wrist, as he moans softly. “Fuck it’s sweet.”

You’re a blushing, flustered mess when Satoru sucks you clean off them, moaning as his mouth goes all the way down to the knuckle, pulling back with a messy pop. “Satoru!”

“What, you taste so good,” you’re covering your face, whimpering as the aftershocks rock your body. “Wanna taste?”

“Myself?” You ask, almost incredulously, peeking between your fingers and seeing the flush of his own cheeks.

“Yeah, yourself,” he reaches down and you whine out at the touch, just a slide of his fingertips down your slit, gathering the mess you’ve created and holding it towards your lips. “Open.”

You easily do what he asks – you want him to tell you to do anything and everything, the way he’s so pleased when you do – want to be good for him, as he dips his fingers in your open, eager mouth.

“Suck.”

You wrap your lips around his glossy fingers, sucking yourself off him, tongue swirling and tasting your own juices on your tastebuds. He groans at it, pulling those fingers back, saliva dripping from them. Your glazed over eyes look right into his when he kisses your cunt off you, his hand sliding down the nape of your neck, the curve of your spine.

“God what do you do to me,” you can’t answer, not with your nipples pressing up, begging for his mouth, your back arching as his touch leaves goosebumps all over.

“Satoru should I…” You trail off and touch him over that bulge he damn near hisses as he grips your wrist – your thighs are all sticky from him, panties soaked and shoved to one side.

“Fuck I can’t take that right now,” he almost busts from you touching him over his pants, instead pinning your hand, until you giggle. Gojo glares. “You’re laughing so cruelly right now!”

“Me, cruel?” You run your hand experimentally – somehow adorable even as you’re actively trying to make him cum in his pants.

“I’ll show you next time, yeah?” He’s not about to bust in his pants in front of you – why do you have that goddamn effect?

The night at the party he’d almost done it with you on his lap – now it’s even worse, now that he had his fingers where his cock wants to be buried. “You want another date?”

“Do I want another date,” he rolls his eyes and you giggle now. “You are a little bit of a brat.”

“No!”

“Mhm,” he gently takes your hand off his bulge, pressing a kiss to it.

“You say you’re no gentleman, why do that, then?”

“It just suits you for some reason,” he says, in lieu of sounding utterly silly to say anything more. “You like it?”

“Yes,” he grins all cute, gently adjusting your panties and putting them right back over your heated cunt, sighing as he presses kisses up your jaw, soothing circles run across your cheeks. “Love it.”

“Love my fingers inside you?” You nod and he chuckles, feeling the heat radiate off your skin. “We are in so much trouble when we get back.”

“So much,” you admit, giggling now. “Worth it.”

“Very much worth it.”

*****

You didn’t ask Satoru ‘what you two were’ even after the heated kiss in his sports car, where he was kissing down your breasts and hardly stopped himself from going even further. You play it over and over in your head as you walk into the house, Yuuji is there grabbing a drink from the fridge when you walk in, eyeing you curiously.

“You were not supposed to be out,” he mumbles, looking at your dress. “Where were you?”

“I was um… out?” Yuuji leans closer now.

“With Gojo!?”

“What, no!?”

“Yeah you were – he likes you,” you’re shoving at him as he makes kissy sounds like the annoying brother he can be, hushing him with a hand to your mouth.

“Shh! You’ll make Uncle-”

“Ah nice of you to get home,” you curse as you turn and see your uncle leaning in the doorway, his brow raised at you. “Where were you?”

“Out?”

“Hah, out – instead of resting he had you going on some date?” You curse now, shutting your eyes when he pulls up his phone. “Looks awfully familiar, doesn’t it?”

“It was just dinner, okay? We didn’t…” You trail off as you see another picture, of Satoru with some other girl in a side by side, you walk closer and snatch the phone out of his hands. “What’s this?”

“It’s you in the news – you mean the other girl? Some skater he dated a few weeks ago, apparently he’s ‘single’ and ‘looking’ again according to this dumb shit,” you can’t help but eye him kissing another girl in what looks like a nightclub.

Well, he didn’t even know you, but seeing it still burned a bit.

Why are you already so foolish? But how can you not feel too much – it’s who you’ve always been.

“I don’t want your reputation hurt,” Sukuna’s voice softens now, his fingertips brushing back a lock of your now messy hair that Satoru had tried to fix. “He will be fine, he’s some notorious playboy Gojo heir. You’re still relatively new to this amount of attention, and you’re not one to end up in headlines.”

“I get it, okay? I would need to be more careful…”

“You don’t wanna know his ‘girl of the month’ posts anymore than I wanna see them pop up on my phone,” he sighs and snatches it back up. “Like even my phone wants to annoy the fuck outta me.”

“Uncle Sukuna-”

“Go to your room.”

You gasp, Yuuji is chuckling, earning your glare over your shoulder. “You can’t send me to my room!”

“Yep, sure can,” he turns you away and pushes you towards the stairs, you try to stand firm but he’s fucking huge. “To your room for the rest of the night.”

“Ugh!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rush up the stairs and leave him rolling his eyes. “God kids are fucking hard.”

“Yeah, aren’t they?” Sukuna glares at his nephew.

“You go to your fucking room too!”

“What!? I-”

“Now, brat,” Yuuji sulks and leaves, Sukuna almost goes and physically kills Gojo for putting what was a clear hickey on his niece’s neck – but he’ll save that shit for the ring tomorrow.

He also can’t help but pull up his phone and start to do a little more research on that russian trainer – that psycho, short ass little brat that had such audacity.

He pulls up her IG and pauses, seeing just how cute she looks, even taking shots of vodka in that dumb fucking hat, she also looks pretty as fuck yelling at the skaters – candid shots of her screaming like a little psycho and waving her arms around. Who would put that on their IG but a psycho!?

Sukuna will not admit the fact that he brings those photos of Sienna to his bed – nor will he ever admit just what he does to those photos all night.

*****

“Get on form, right now,” Sienna yells at you the next morning, your mind is still whirling with what happened with Satoru – you catch sight of him when he comes in to practice and he smiles at you, until he sees Sienna and looks scared himself. “I’m talking here, hello!?”

You blink and see her clicking her heels, crossing her arms – you also catch sight of your uncle almost drooling over her too. “Coach, ya gonna shoot your shot?”

“What!?” Sukuna screams loud enough at Toji that everyone can hear.

“She’s pretty hot – especially in that psychotic, hit you with a car way,” Sukuna scowls so deeply even Toji backs off, the team snickering.

Sienna probably would hit Sukuna with a car, but he wasn’t going to admit shit for today, instead yelling right at Satoru. “Get on the fucking ice, what are you retired already, Gojo?”

Shit. He looks at you – and you look at him across the rink, knowing today was going to be rough – you, with your russian psycho of an instructor. Satoru – with a Sukuna that wants to actively kill him, but also the two of you can’t stop thinking about it – last night. You can’t help but wonder to yourself, even mid spin – what did it mean to Satoru, the touching, the kissing?

Did it mean more to you than him?

Your eyes catch his later on, he tries to give you an easy grin like Sukuna isn’t brutal right now with his punishment. But even while literally dying, Satoru can’t help but think how badly he wants to kiss you again, touch you again, maddening that he can’t just stay next to you.

He’s never felt anything like you, and his worst fear?

To fuck this up.

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[tojiscreampie]

MDNI ⋆˙⟡ m.list

satoru gojo would definitely be the type of boyfriend who motorboats you any chance he gets.

you're innocently walking around the house in a low cut shirt, cleavage spilling out and bouncing softly as you walk — it was practically calling out to him like a bat signal.

a bat signal for sluts.

he'd bury his face in between your soft mounds, his large hands splayed on either side to push your pillowy tits into his face even more— who needs air anyway?

certainly not satoru gojo, not when he's shaking his head back and forth in between the valley of your breasts, like a rabid dog playing with a chew toy.

"brrrrrrrrbrbrrrbrbrrrrr"

his lips flapped as spit settled in between your jiggling tits, he's practically foaming at the mouth — and this lasted for at least 30 straight seconds before raising his head with a tit-drunken smile on his face, pupils slightly blown out and clouding his eyes.

"ah, my favorite past time." he'd say causally before slapping the side of your tit before going about his day.

you're left with one thought racking through your brain.

"yup... my boyfriend is a pervert." 

but he's your favorite perveted slut <3

comments and reblogs appreciated! ♡ repost from my old account sytorusdoll

taglist: @martianzmars @deartoru @iheartanzai @moon-stone-987 @chewiebee @helloxkittylo @uhnosav @madamechrissy

gojo tags: @cursedkisss

[tojiscreampie]

hi

just checkin in, maybe will write again soon, still not sure how i feel about this app at the moment :c

[tojiscreampie]

Im sorry to hear that you have haters thinking they are sneaking using the anon cover. Please take as much time if needed with whats happening lately I dont blame anyone who needs a break.

Taking care of you health is your main priority. I hope everything goes well ❤️

tysm sweetheart! 🥺 and yes, unfortunately it's always the anons, too afraid to say anything unless they are hidden.

but again; thank you so much, messages like this mean so much to me 💗

[tojiscreampie]

pathetic clout chaser. kill yourself ❤️❤️

being called a clout chaser is so funny to me bc literally what are yall even talking about jsjdksk im barely on this godforsaken app and i rarely send asks but when i do it is to my mutuals regardless of follow count, i could have 3 followers and be happy i genuinely do not care💔

and since you told me to kill myself well now i'm not going to do it!!! thank you for saving me anon!!! 💗

[tojiscreampie]

given the current state of this app and the jjk fandom, i will be be less active (even more than i already am) until my writers block is cured and mental is better,

— see you guys soon or maybe never again, we'll see <3

[planetchoso-deactivated20260506]

CHOSO'S HUMAN EDUCATION SERIES

part three: his hands, your body

summary: choso wants nothing more than to learn how to touch you, and you're more than happy to oblige. warnings: 18+, MDNI, choso's inexperienced, fem!reader, lots of reassurance, fingering (f!receiving) a/n: art by @/thatsallitchief. the other parts are not necessary to read but the masterlist is linked here

"Please, baby, I want to make you feel good." Choso's still lying under you, tummy smeared with his cum and hands wrapped around your wrists. His lips are puffy and soft, kiss-bitten a bright shade that makes you think his mouth would taste like a raspberry. "Show me how to touch you."

The desperation and desire to please you radiating off of him has you half-tempted to sit down on his thick cock and ride him until he's crying, but you know you need to exercise some restraint. No matter how much you want him inside you, you know you'll only scare him off if you go too fast.

"Alright, Cho. Arms out."

Choso immediately releases his grip on your wrists and holds his arms out to his sides, his dark eyes focused on your face. He's confused for a few seconds, but the confusion quickly turns into bright pink embarrassment as you crawl forward and straddle his chest. Your soft thighs rest on either side of him, bracketing him in like the coziest vice ever. He's eye-to-eye with the soft cotton covering your cunt, and there's already a whine building up in the back of his throat.

"Are you ready?" you ask softly, reaching down to stroke his hair out of his face.

Choso nods, sits up a little to press a lingering kiss to your thigh, and murmurs a quiet, "Mhm."

"You could show a little more enthusiasm, there, Choso," you tease. The words only earn you a half-annoyed, half-pitiful glare, and you coo at the man under you. "I'm just teasing. C'mon. Take my panties off. It's okay."

His calloused fingertips trace up the outside of your thighs before hooking under the elastic waistband and tugging the fabric down your hips. The soft lighting coming from the lamp on your bedside table casts your skin in a soft glow. Choso's gaze slides from your navel, down your thighs, and back up to the space between.

"Baby, you're…" Choso trails off and swallows thickly, his breath coming quicker now. A mixture of arousal and anxiety twist in his chest. The rush of excitement is making his heart flutter, his fingers twisting the soft white cotton bedsheets he's lying on. "I don't understand what you do to me. Just looking at you…your body…it hurts in a good way."

"I know. You just want me. It's normal to feel that way." You take his hands in your own and guide his palms up until they're cradling your soft hips. "I feel the same way when I look at you."

"Really?" His gaze is locked onto your navel, watching the way your stomach moves with each breath you take and cataloguing every minute shift in your posture. Lots of things make sense now. He gets why you stare at him like that sometimes, like there's something smoldering in your heart that only he can satiate. He understands why you came home in such a hurry, eager to get your hands on him.

Most importantly, he sees why you're so desperate to give him pleasure. Choso's starting to realize that he wants nothing more in his life than to be able to make you feel good the same way you made him feel good.

"Yeah. It's normal to feel like that when you're in love," you say casually.

The words strike Choso, though, and his fingers tighten their grip on your hips. "Don't…fuck, it makes it worse when you say that."

"You like it when I tell you I love you?" You lean down over him and nudge his nose with yours, just enough to get him to meet your playful gaze.

"Yeah," he mutters. "But, hey, I'm supposed to be learning how to touch you. Don't distract me."

"Honey…" you can't help but giggle as you plant a loving kiss to his lips. "Trust me, I have a vested interest in you learning how to please me."

Choso chases after your mouth needily, craning his neck up to slot his lips over yours again. He kisses you sloppily, all slippery tongues and bumping teeth as he whines into your mouth. "Then show me. I don't…I just want to make you happy."

"You don't have to make me cum to make me happy."

"It would help, wouldn't it?"

"…maybe." You huff out a laugh and sit back up, picking up Choso's right hand and cradling it in both of yours. "You have nice hands, Cho. Long fingers…pretty veins…not too sinewy. I've dreamed about what it'd feel like to have you touch me for months."

"Months?" Choso gulps and watches as you fold all his fingers down except for his middle and ring. His pupils blow out when your lips close around his fingertips. Your tongue darts out, sliding against his skin to wet it. You know you're more than wet enough to be able to accommodate his fingers, but your desire to feel him squirm wins out.

Your mouth leaves his fingers with a pop! that seems too loud in your quiet bedroom. The only other sound is that of Choso's heavy breathing and the rustling of the sheets under you as you both shift around. "Months."

"I want to make those dreams happen. You deserve it. I want to be enough for you. I want to satisfy you." Choso groans and wipes the side of his face with his left hand. "You're everything for me, and I want to be everything for you. Please let me."

"You don't have to beg me for this, honey." You bring the tips of Choso's middle and ring fingers to rest on your navel. Your hand slides down to his wrist, and you start slowly dragging his hand down between your thighs. "When in doubt, start slow…explore a little…"

The first brush of warm skin against your slick skin has both of you gasping. Choso in shock, you in pleasure. Choso's eyes are wide as you drag his fingers through your folds. Such a simple touch shouldn't feel as good as it does, but something about having his hands on you in particular has electricity shooting up your spine.

"Yeah, fuck, like that," you say, encouraging him to find his way along your slit.

"It's slippery," he mumbles. His eyebrows furrow in concentration, and his left hand gently wrenches your thighs farther apart. The view that greets him has a groan leaving his pretty mouth. Your pretty pussy, soaked and puffy, and your clit peeking out from under your folds.

"That's good. Means I'm turned on," you reassure. "Do you see the, uhm…the round thing up at the top?" Choso nods, his attention shifting between your cunt and your face as he tries to take in your words and the buffet of sensation he's watching unfold. "You can touch that. It makes me feel really good."

"Yeah?" Choso bites his bottom lip and looks up at you fully now. His eyes are heavy, lidded, and full of a heat that he's slowly growing familiar with. His fingertips drift higher until they just barely brush over your clit. It sends an unexpected jolt of pleasure through you, but ultimately leaves you unsatisfied. "I should go slow, right? Explore a little?"

One look at Choso's face tells you that he's teasing you, and you're not sure if you should be frustrated, turned on, or amused at that fact. Maybe all of the above. It's nice to see him this confident, and he's so cute when he's being playful.

But, fuck, the ache between your thighs has been building since your lunch break today, and you need his fingers buried inside your pussy as soon as possible.

Slow. Slow, slow, slow. You have to keep reminding yourself that this is technically for him, not for you. You getting yourself off is just a byproduct of teaching him how to touch you. Still, there's a hint of something—smugness? satisfaction? you're not sure—playing at the corner of his mouth, and it's making you more irritated than it should.

"You're silly, baby," you coo, reaching down and threading your fingers through his dark hair until you have a handful. Choso keens when you give the roots a soft tug.

"M'sorry." The words come out as a thick whisper, words he has to swallow around as he chokes them out. Choso's always been obedient, and he's already getting himself back on track even after such gentle coaxing. He hesitates for a moment before his fingertips rub their first ever circle around your clit. Your resulting moan makes Choso's hips buck up off the bed behind you. "Shit, did I do that to you?"

"Yeah, you did. Don't stop. You're doing so good, Choso." The praise drips from your lips easily, and it settles right into Choso's chest and takes root. He's always been the kind of person who operates solely out of the desire to ensure those he loves are happy, and you are no exception to that rule. "Just keep going…I'll tell you if you need to adjust anything."

Choso nods dutifully and drags his fingers down your slit, exploring the wetness he finds gathered at your entrance. It only takes a few prods at your hole before he's slipping his fingers inside you, though he seems confused as to what to do after. The way you gasped when his fingers slid in told him he was doing something right…

Choso's fingers drag out of you, just to plunge back in, and your thighs tense on either side of your boyfriend's torso. The plump, pink flesh of Choso's lower lip is tugged between his teeth as he stares down at your pussy in complete concentration, watching as you swallow his fingers over and over again.

It's good—he's getting the hang of it surprisingly quickly—but there's something missing.

"Cho…Choso. Curl your fingers forward when you—hah." The last word transforms into a breathy whine as Choso finds your g-spot.

"Hmm? You like it there?" His heavy gaze settles on your face curiously, watching it contort with pleasure as his fingertips massage over the spongy spot. The pleasure has your thighs wanting to clamp themselves shut around Choso's wrist, but you're stuck straddling the man. It's not like he'd let you try to move away at this point, either. "Baby, does that feel good?"

"Fuck yes, don't-don't change anything. It's so good." The breathless tone of your voice has Choso keening. You can't see it, but Choso's hips keep twitching up into the air, and his thighs clench together tight as your arousal starts dripping down his wrist.

Choso keeps working his fingers in and out of you, bumping up against your g-spot with every thrust and curl. The pleasure's intense, but it's still not enough. You find yourself grabbing Choso's left wrist and guiding it down between your thighs to join his other hand. He lets out a soft whimper when you guide him to start circling your clit again.

The soft squelching of his fingers sinking in and out of you fills the bedroom, the sound only being overtaken by your moans as you get closer and closer. Your orgasm takes you by surprise, and the second the tight coil in your belly snaps, your walls clamp down around Choso's fingers with a high-pitched whine.

"Sh-shit, Choso—oh god." You grab at his wrist to get him to slow down just as the pleasure starts to sting from overstimulation. You weren't really expecting him to make you cum so fast, maybe not at all from his first attempt, but maybe you're a better teacher than you gave yourself credit for. Or, maybe, Choso's just more observant than you thought. Regardless…

"Chooo," you coo, reaching down and cradling his pretty face in your hands. You murmur sweet praise in between the loving kisses you're planting on his soft skin.

"You did so good, baby."

"Thank you for that."

"It felt amazing."

"I'm so proud of you."

When your lips finally find his again, Choso's body tenses up, and he lets out a shaky whimper into your mouth. He's squirming enough under you that it makes you ease up off him. "Is something wrong, baby?"

Choso's face is flushed an intense pink, and he can't quite make eye contact with you despite you leaning your forehead against yours.

"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles gruffly.

"Really? You're a little flushed. Are you feeling well?"

"Mhm." Choso meets your gaze for a moment before looking away again. "You…make me really happy."

"Aww, you make me happy too!" You can't stop yourself from nuzzling his cheek and squeezing him tightly at his words. He makes it so easy to love him sometimes. "Want to take a bath with me?"

"Yes. Please." Choso nods quickly, and you climb off of him. As you scan his body, you notice a few puddles of fresh cum on his abdomen.

"Choso?"

"Yeah?" he asks nervously.

"Did you cum again?"

"…maybe."

"You like when I compliment you?"

"It makes me feel fuzzy and…warm. I like knowing that you like me."

You really, really have to hold yourself back to keep from tackling him against your mattress and kissing him stupid. You also have to stop yourself from showering him in even more compliments. At least you know your boyfriend has a praise kink now…

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MDNI | thinking about how much fun it would be to chomp alllll over your big beefy boyfriend any chance you get. 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ m.list

toji’s in the kitchen, shirtless and wearing a pair of gym shorts that hug his round, defined glutes tight, each muscle in his broad back rippling under his tanned skin as he mixes his protein shake. 

you stare from the doorway, unable to resist the beautiful specimen standing before you, licking your lips as you watch the veins bulge under the taut skin of his biceps— the urge to just bite those muscles pulling you closer and closer to him like a magnet. 

CHOMP!

“ow- the fuck is wrong with you?” 

you look up at him through your lashes, only to sink your teeth in harder, feeling how the muscles of his bicep tense against your mouth. 

“you crazy fuckin’ brat—” he flicks your forehead as you treat him like a chew toy, making you finally release his arm.

he rubs the sting away, a slightly red bruise blossoming under your teeth marks.

“but toji i can't help it, i mean look at you! i just wanna bite you all over.” you practically growl the last sentence.

…toji just stares down at you, a look of horror— but also affection and adoration, painting his beautiful face. 

“actin’ like a rabid dog or somethin’. i need to get you a rabies shot?” he huffs, turning his attention back to his gym bro drink, but he can't help the slight smile that tugs against those scarred lips.

unfortunately, that smile doesn't last long.

CHOMP!

you've dropped to your knees, hands wrapped around his tree trunk sized thighs as you bite down right on his chiseled thigh. 

“ah- shit!” he hisses through his teeth, but before he even has a chance to react, you move over to chomp right on his thick, tight ass cheek. 

but the noise that leaves his mouth this time isn't an annoyed curse or a surprised gasp— it's a moan.

“nngh- oh f-fuuuck-” 

his head falls back, jade eyes fluttering shut and thick adam's apple bobbing as the strained moan escapes his throat, the carefully crafted protein shake falling from his hand and into a thick puddle onto the counter. 

you pull back with a giggle, your hands still planted on his thighs as you peek over and see the unmistakable bulge growing in the front of his shorts.  

“toji, did you just moan from me biting your ass?” 

“shut up... do it again.” 

a/n: wrote this super quick after @planetchoso sent a toji baseball pic and i wanted to CHOMP on his ass

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MDNI 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ satoru gojo vs no nut november | m.list cw : somnophilia ( reader wants it, she just thinks his ass is annoying. it is consensual )

“you really think i can't hold off on blowing my load for a whole month? pfft— cmon sweets, my self control is through the roof.”

this was later proved to be false, when on November 1st at 12:54 am, you wake up to your half asleep boyfriend rutting his leaking cock into your fluttering hole.

“oh, h-hey there sleepy girl, don't mind me, i-ah just couldn't resist, so pretty even when you're sleeping.”

he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, all while bottoming out inside your tight, already dripping heat, the delicious stretch of his thick throbbing cock stuffing you full.

pulsing veins drag along your silky walls, each shallow thrust molding your tight cunt to remember the shape of him as pre cum leaks out of his blushing pink tip.

his large hands caress your bouncing tits, kneading the soft swell as his thumbs rub over your pert nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top.

"t-toru, what are you- hck- doin'?" you hiccup, eyelids heavy as you wake from the dizzying haze of sleep, only to be thrown into the whirling haze of pleasure as you feel utterly and completely full of him, tummy tightening as you instinctively clench around him.

“sh-it, squeezing me like you don' wanna let me go— she was waitin’ f’me, w-was crying cause she missed me.” he brings a long finger to gather your juices that have mixed with his pre to form a creamy ring at the base of his cock, dripping down between your thighs.

“see how happy she is now? crying tears of joy.”

you're staring up at your no self control having ass boyfriend— cerulean orbs covered by blown out pupils, damp strands of white sticking to his sweat slicked forehead.

“god, mmph- 'toru—  you're literally insane.” you cup his heated cheeks in your small hands, squishing his face before pulling him down for a kiss. soft pink lips crashing against yours, tongues dancing and spit mingling between the sloppy kiss.

“mhm, insane for you— mmm, for this sweet pussy.” he brings his glistening fingers covered in your arousal to his mouth and sucks, tongue swirling around the long digits as he savors the taste of you on his tongue, a deep groan rumbling through his chest.

“you're such a f-freak satoru.” you mewl as his pace picks up, the loud plap plap plap of his heavy balls against your ass mixing with the lewd sounds of your sopping cunt and choked whimpers.

“y-yeah, but i'm your freak baby— f-fuck!” he spews a string of curses and whispers of your name as his swelling cock shoots thick rivulets of his seed deep inside, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he leaves open mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

you finish at the same time, the warm feeling of his cum filling you entirely pushing you over the edge. gummy walls clamping down around his spurting cock as your release gushes down his veiny shaft, down your thighs and onto the sheets.

“s-satoru,” you gasp out as he holds you close, fucking his cum back into you with a few languid rolls of his hips.

“unfortunately, you are my freak.”

you pant as you catch your breath, rubbing your hands through his sweat dampened tresses, nails grazing his scalp as he shudders and whimpers into your neck.

“so, what do you think about no dick december?” you tease.

now he's slipped out of your drooling hole, globs of cum leaking down your messy cunt as he flips you over suddenly, landing a sharp smack on the fat of your ass.

“oh, i'll show you exactly what i think of no dick december, sweetheart.” 

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Rose Garden Dreams; Torn At The Seams

Pairing: FireLord!Zuko x RoyalAdvisor!Reader

Content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even he’d admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor. [tw: MDNI, angst/fluff/smut, so much yearning and longing, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance he’s afraid of your father, zuko’s a little shit tho, we’re already married in his head] wc: 4.8k

m.list | chapter one | next chapter

“You want me to do your hair?”

His lips twitch, fighting back a smile. “Yes, precisely.” 

You sigh as you step into the man’s chambers, walking up to the vanity that’s more fitting for a queen, in your opinion. If only people saw this side of the fire lord. Zuko, the pretty boy. He has zero insecurities over the scar his tyrant of a father left on his face, but he’d faint at the sight of seeing too much hair shed on the marble floors of his bathhouse. 

“When you decide to have me summoned like this, do you ever wonder, hm— what would her father think?” you ask as you grudgingly pick up the boar bristle brush and begin to brush his hair. 

“I do,” he dryly responds. “I like the way you do your hair, though, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell on me. You wouldn’t want me getting in trouble, right?” 

Zuko might be the fire lord, but he still has to watch his relationships with the other clans in this nation— especially with a certain hot-headed strategist that just so happens to be your father. You can only imagine his outburst upon learning that his daughter is playing with the lord's hair, rather than playing your role as his advisor. 

Most fathers would be pleased by the information— not yours, he’s a little more… strict. He already doesn’t like him from a joke made over a decade ago, suggesting you’d make a fine concubine, which wasn’t taken lightly. 

Your father threatened to usurp the throne, sending a chill running down a then 21 year old Zuko’s spine.

There was no way in hell he’d hand you off to the imperial palace to become a concubine. You’re the only child of his that inherited firebending. If your father had it his way, you’d be a warrior, for fucks sake. 

Lord Zuko may have a dry sense of humor at times, but you have your doubts about how much of a joke that statement was, especially with how much he likes to bug you throughout the day.

Perhaps another conflict should erupt— the man has too much time on his hands. Maybe then you’d fulfill your fathers wish of finally working in the military— put your talents to use, as he’d say. 

But would Lord Zuko allow the gentle hands running through his hair to commit such violence? Or would that be when he’d draw a hard line with the aggressive strategist? 

As progressive as he is, you sometimes wonder just how much it extends to you. Even as children, he’d go easy on you during trainings. He’s only grown softer with you as the years passed. Despite not being a concubine yourself, you wouldn’t be surprised if he saw you as one of the flowers in his garden— one he’s not allowed to touch. 

You slide the hair stick through his headpiece, securing the top knot he had you redo. It looks the same, but you hold off on making a comment. “Is that better?” 

“Much better.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror, lips curving into a sly smile. “Now— what are we doing today?”

We. You hate how much he likes to emphasize that at times. 

“Well,” you sigh. “Aside from the usual council meeting, nothing much. Perhaps you can visit one of your concubines today… for once.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Are you saying I don’t fuck my concubines enough?” 

“Precisely,” you say almost mockingly. 

It’s all they ever complain about, and honestly, you’re sure you would, too, if you were one of them. Having to wake up and sit around all day, waiting for a man who never comes. And on the rare occasion that he does, he doesn’t stay long. He’ll show up, fuck the shit out of you for a couple rounds, then leave right after. Allegedly. 

“Don’t you want an heir?” you ask. 

“Depends,” he hums. 

With the way he’s looking at you, you can already tell what it depends on, and it has nothing to do with his current concubines. Lucky for you, he never gets the chance to actually say it because he gets interrupted right after, putting a conversation you’d rather not have to a screeching halt.

“The council is waiting for you, my Lord.”

—

The silk district was notoriously known for two things: brothels and bandits. It was the wild, wild west compared to the other districts in the capital due to high crime and the growing wealth gap. The governments always kept a watchful eye on it, which was never enough in your opinion. 

Are you surprised to hear that an entire brothel, including the madame, was discovered to be slain and robbed in the early hours of this morning? Absolutely not. 

“Send more military officers to patrol the area,” the chamberlain says without hesitation. “We’ve been too lenient with them. If they want bloodshed, we’ll give them bloodshed.”

Yikes, he wants to rule the area with an iron fist when they’re already clearly struggling. You can’t help but think of how much of a dictator this guy would be if he were in Zuko’s place. 

You make eye contact with the lord, who’s sitting at the end of the table right next to you. In that brief moment, he notices the concern in your eyes and gives you a subtle nod. 

“Perhaps we can send more public aid?” you suggest. “They’ve been testing out a new rehabilitation program in Republic City as well. I’m sure the Silk District could benefit from—“

“Nonsense,” the chamberlain cuts you off, wondering why you’re even here right now— he thought you only assisted in matters within the court, not outside of it. “I-“

“Careful,” Zuko interrupts the man rather playfully as he continues to read through the scroll. “That’s the military strategist’s daughter you’re speaking to.” 

The comment makes you nearly roll your eyes, knowing the only reason why he said it was because you’re having to constantly remind him yourself when he gets too close. 

The chamberlain, however, straightens up immediately. You have no idea why it took him this long to realize it. He’s been here for nearly a year now, but at least he knows now. The chamberlain can be quite rude at times, you wouldn’t want him to slip up with your father in the room. Not only would that earn him an earful of insults that are as creative as they are hurtful, but it’d also be embarrassing on your part. 

That old man embarrasses you enough when he’s around. Following you around like a lost puppy after meetings, asking if you’ve eaten and if your superiors are treating you right, while side eyeing the fire lord himself. You’d agree so yourself that he has too much power in the court. He enjoys holding it over everyone’s head even more. It’s sickening, really.

You look at the chamberlain, who is now pouting, and offer an apologetic smile. “May I continue?” 

“Yes, of course,” the old man nods, struggling to hide his shame.

Always one for games, Zuko finds himself suppressing a laugh, which in turn makes the chamberlain’s slouch worsen. He’s grown to find more and more amusement in his daily tasks, a trait his father would definitely disapprove of— good thing he’s not here anymore. 

The rest of the meeting went by as smoothly, with the fire lord, of course, praising the chancellor in the end for being so well behaved, pretending to wonder what could’ve changed his usual demeanor. The usual teasings, all while you once again found yourself thinking of how light he’s become. Even after receiving such upsetting news, he stayed calm while finding a solution. 

A humane one.

No longer the grumpy, angsty boy you grew up with. He’s actually quite charming. But you keep that to yourself.

The palace grounds are empty, as they should be during the afternoon. Everyone’s off either eating, napping, or tending to duties such as cooking or cleaning. It’s quiet, surprisingly peaceful. Your footsteps echo throughout the breezeway as Zuko defies the basic etiquette of walking ahead of you as a ruler should. Instead, the bastard walks a little slower than you. If given the opportunity, he’d turn it into a mini competition of who could walk the slowest, up until you both come to a full stop, with him looking at you all smug. 

“Your chambers are this way,” you remind the said bastard as if he’d already forgotten. 

He doesn’t bother to look back as he responds, walking down a gravel path leading directly to the flower garden. “How about we take a detour today, hm?”

You watch him for a moment, waiting to see if he’d stop. He doesn’t, and you shouldn’t be surprised by it. You’re able to catch up with him in just seconds given his slow pace, this time not bothering to walk behind him as he’s clearly in the mood to be extra stubborn today.

You’re all alone and away from the hearing distance of anyone else, yet you still choose to speak quietly as you start to gently tease the man. “What a surprise to see the king taking some time to enjoy his garden.” 

He lets out a soft laugh that fades into a hum. “Only around a select few.”

“Oh, wow,” you pretend to be impressed. “How charitable.” 

“It’s an honor that you think so,” he says, placing a hand over his chest to add to the theatrics, trying not to laugh once again. “Tell me, when was the last time you walked through here?”

You hum as you walk further into the sprawling garden filled with wooden arches covered with green vines and flowers in full bloom. “Can’t say I actually remember when.”

“That’s a shame. I had the gardener plant new rose bushes,” he murmurs. “Wanted to ask what you thought of them.” 

“I think they’re lovely,” you admit, softly pinching a petal, rubbing your thumb over the velvety skin.

He smiles. “I figured.” 

They were your favorite after all. 

Why is he like this? The garden’s already filled with enough flowers. A new section wasn’t needed. 

Again, he’s just bored.

In an attempt to keep the conversation from getting any more personal, you change the subject. “Are you looking forward to your trip to Republic City?” 

At the end of the meeting, it was decided that he’d visit with the purpose of getting more information about the new rehabilitation program the city was rolling out. While the chancellor wanted to take a more aggressive approach, he decided to take a more peaceful route. It’s admirable how hands on he’s chosen to be since taking his father's place. 

“Mhm. It’ll be nice catching up with some old friends while I’m there—“ he cuts himself off and looks at you with slight suspicion, “you’re going, right?”

You never said you would, nor did you want to, honestly. It’d be nice to take a break. “I’m sure you and some of your subordinates can handle it.” 

“Weren’t you the one who came up with the idea, though?” his tone slightly clips as he reminds you. 

“I was,” you respond tentatively, taking back your thoughts from earlier as you look him in the eyes. 

This man looks like he’s about to throw a fit. 

Zuko opens his mouth again, already knowing he shouldn’t be this pushy towards you, of all people, but he is far from perfect. 

So with a forced smile and all the resolve in the world, he murmurs, “you’re going.” 

You smile back despite feeling an annoyed heat creep up your neck, heart starting to pick up. “Alright.” 

—

Imagine being the fire lord, a literal ruler, and getting the cold shoulder from your own advisor. Every answer is so curt and clinical, and it’s going to drive him up the wall. 

Yes, my lord. Of course, my lord. Apologies, my lord.

Give him a fucking break.

As if you weren’t punishing him enough, you went ahead and had two of his concubines “accompany” him on the trip. It’s not like he can say no to that, either, since it’s considered to be one of his duties. Not to mention they both come from high-ranking families that would not be very pleased to hear of their neglect. 

So now he has to deal with two spoiled, pent-up brats hanging on him during the entirety of this flight, all while trying not to glare at the biggest brat of them all— you, as you sit directly across from him, reading some pathetic romance novel.

This is fucking ridiculous. You haven’t looked at him once since you first sat down.

You’re no better than him. There was a strike of lightning in the direction you walked off in, and given how it was a perfectly sunny day, he’s pointing his finger at you for the damages done in the east wing, despite keeping his mouth shut on the matter. Complain about being dragged to Republic City all you want, but you still have it better than most. If you really did have it that bad, you would’ve been punished for such an offense. 

Like, seriously? Blowing shit up, like a fucking child— a terrifying one, to be frank, you are absolutely your father’s daughter— just because you had to do your job? Grow up. His grandfather’s statue was shattered in the midst of it all, thanks to you. You’re lucky he never liked the bastard.

In protest, you’re dressed like a noble's daughter rather than a member of the court. Wearing the finest silk and adorned in gold imported from the Earth nation, quietly refusing to represent your actual nation as you claim to be representing your clan— proof that you have enough power on your own to be acting like he’s actively denying you of basic human rights.

As if he even cared about your attire. Be his guest! You look fucking hot. Someone might even mistake you for one of his concubines, and he might just not correct them, since you think you’re more petty than he is.

Zuko gets pulled out of his thoughts when Concubine Aika speaks, still leaning against him and rubbing on his chest. She asked what book you were reading, which is when you finally looked up from it. 

“It’s sort of an adventure novel.” You look at the cover, speaking to her with a certain warmth you’ve been depriving him of. “It’s about a girl escaping an abusive orphanage once she turns 18 and follows her journey for the next 10 years.”

So now you’re fantasizing about leaving him? Good luck with that. 

“You look troubled, my lord,” the woman to his right, Concubine Saiyo, says. She’s leaning against him as well, now tracing her fingers along his jaw. “Are you alright?” 

“M’fine,” he murmurs, trying to fix his face as he takes a sip of sake. “It’s been a long flight.”

“There’s a private cabin you can retreat to, if you’d like,” you suggest, going back to your little book, missing the way you just made the lord’s eye twitch. 

“I know,” he says. 

It’s his airship. 

Without warning, he gets up from his seat. Was it a little rude? Perhaps. But surely the two women beside him could understand what feeling hounded could do to someone. They don’t, they do their jobs and get up as well, which he understands. However, Zuko’s not in the fucking mood right now and waves a dismissive hand. 

“No need,” he curtly says, making his way to the back of the airship. “I just want to close my eyes for a bit.” 

. . . . . .

The trip starts off strong with a banquet being held in honor of the fire lord's arrival. 

Contrary to Zuko’s wishes, nobody’s stupid enough to mistake you for one of his concubines. At least not within the circle of people you’re mingling with tonight, who all recognize your family's crest engraved on your hairpin. 

They were an ambitious bunch that spread all over once Zuko came into power— reaching amongst the highest positions within the military, medicine, and even education. 

Funny enough, your position in the court was nothing special in comparison to some of your relatives’ achievements. Some are even bothered by the fact. Being the first of all your cousins to master the art of firebending, being your grandfather's favorite solely for bending lightning with the same grace as he did in his prime, all while excelling in your studies. 

All of that potential, just wasted on being the lord’s “pet”. 

You don’t have much of an opinion on the disappointment some of them have expressed in the past, though it would’ve been nice if their words had stayed behind closed doors. You didn’t want to hear any of it. If you truly wanted to make use of that said potential, you would’ve worked directly under your father as his subordinate. 

Maybe it was the result of growing up feeling like you were enough. You have nothing to prove, and quite frankly, you’re content with having a role that really only requires you to share your opinions with a ruler that shares the same ideals as you… for the most part. 

If only he’d also agree that you two spend way too much time together. 

Luckily, you’re not required to be by his side tonight since you’re attending the banquet as a representative of your clan— something Zuko had no clue about until the moment you stepped onto the airship, which had him looking like he was about to blow a fucking gasket. He absolutely sucks at masking his frustrations. You’re surprised his concubines still had the courage to cuddle up with him. He looked like he was 2.5 seconds away from throwing you off the ship mid-flight. 

Zuko would never do that, by the way, but you’re sure he was daydreaming about it. 

But even then, with all the distance between you tonight, you can still feel his eyes on you. Just watching and waiting for you to do something he didn’t like. Very masochistic considering how he wouldn’t confront you if you did end up doing something wrong in his eyes. 

You spend the entire night avoiding eye contact, which isn’t too hard given how all you’ve done is catch up with old peers from school and relatives who’ve decided to move here to start new lives. 

The relatives you got along with, that is. 

You were enjoying yourself. Truly. Until Sokka called you over to their table. 

Funny how Zuko wasn’t looking at you then and was instead stuffing his face with spicy dumplings, then downing it with whatever liquor was in his cup. 

You walk over with two thoughts running through your head— please don’t let this man be as drunk as Sokka and Aang, and don’t let this be a conversation about how the firelord is treating you. Sokka tends to ask those things at the wrong time, despite his heart being in the right place. 

This time around, it’s not Sokka.

“How’s our flaming hot lord treating you?” Aang asks, throwing an arm around a very drunk Zuko, who’s laughing his ass off over the avatar’s words for once. 

Your lips may have twitched a little, as well. Only because Aang gave even less fucks when in an inebriated state. 

“Oh, you know— the usual.” You let out a lighthearted laugh, and only you notice the way Zuko’s face momentarily drops. 

The air around him quickly screams ‘don’t fuck with me’, then settles back into something more suitable for someone who’s already had half their water weight in alcohol. 

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” Zuko forces out a laugh, leaning back in his seat. 

You laugh a little harder. “Can I?”

“Yeah, you can.” 

Sokka lets out this weird, giddy gasp because he loves drama, and cuts in. “Are you two fighting?”

“No.” 

“No.”

You and Zuko look at each other after shutting down Sokka’s question at the same time. The fake smiles you’re wearing are not helping your case at all. 

To keep the energy from growing any more awkward between you, you change the subject. “Where’s Katara? I’ve been wondering where she’s been this whole time.” 

Aang grows a little pale— the instant karma feels nice. “She’s a little sick tonight.” 

There’s a bit of fear in his voice. She’s totally pregnant. Not that you say that. Instead, you just point in some random direction behind you. “That’s terrible— my cousin actually just mentioned a bug going around. I hope she feels better soon.” 

“Thank you,” the man lets out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to be delusional for just one more night. 

“What about Toph?”

“Home. Asleep.” Sokka rolls his eyes. “She’s like a little old lady now. You’ll see her tomorrow, though, she’s been volunteering at the center.” 

“Volunteering or beating everyone into submission?” Zuko murmurs, and they all erupt in laughter. “She probably runs that place like the military.”

You find yourself starting to zone out as the conversation moves on to a different topic. You’d like to blame some of the wine you’ve been sipping on throughout the night for that. Everything starts to melt together— the live music, the endless chatter in every which direction. The only thing that pulls you out of it is seeing another one of your cousins who had just arrived, waving at you, and you don't shy away from taking that as an opportunity to excuse yourself. 

Aang and Sokka were as kind as usual when you said your goodbyes. Zuko, on the other hand, was harder to read through the pathetic excuse of a smile he gave you. One only meant to save face. 

If only he knew just how much worse he makes things sometimes. Although they’re rare, this isn’t the first fight you two have been in. Perhaps you have been a little petty towards the man, but it’s not you who grows so frustrated at someone’s anger that you begin to hold a grudge yourself. 

You arrive back to your room in the early morning with the regret of not cutting yourself off from the drinks sooner than you did. You wouldn’t say you were drunk, but you were definitely tipsy as you started to shed layers of clothes and jewelry to get in the hot bath that had been prepared prior to your return. 

Aang may be childish at times, but fuck was he a great host. Or maybe it was Katara who had all of these amenities set up for you. Candles and bath salts— you could die a happy woman right now as you settle into the stone tub, taking deep breaths, letting your muscles relax. 

Twenty minutes in, you hear rattling and heavy footsteps that seem to hit the ground with more confusion than the determination an attacker would usually have. It forces you to leave the warmth of your bath, slipping on a robe. Getting hit with annoyance rather than fear may be a little foolish. Overconfident, even. But there’s still alcohol running through your veins, and you aren’t the pride and joy of your clan for no reason— you can absolutely hold your own in a fight. 

When you walk out of the bathroom, you come face to face with exactly who you were thinking of.

“Fuck,” he looks away for a moment, regretting his decision thinking it was okay to just walk in. 

Zuko didn’t think you’d be bathing, for some odd, stupid reason. Judging by the fact that he’s still wearing his usual day clothing and his hairs not up in a bun, it’s safe to assume he went straight here after leaving the banquet. 

You let out a long sigh. “God— what are you doing here?” 

You don’t even sound mad— just disappointed that you have to see him once more before you lay your head to rest, which slightly hurts the man’s ego. Truth be told, he came here to argue with you, but even in his drunken state, he’s finding it quite difficult to do so since he looks like a fucking pervert now. 

“Your comment from earlier— what the hell was that about?” Zuko sounds more wounded than anything right now. 

You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame that connects the room to the bathroom. “What comment?”

“The usual,” he says with air quotes. “Do you not like me anymore or something?”

“You’re seriously asking me that right now?” Your face twists, just dumbfounded at this point. “You ask me that as if I don’t work for you?”

He scoffs. “So what, you’re saying I’m not your friend now?”

“I mean, yeah— you are, but I’m still your subordinate at the end of the day,” you attempt to spell it out for him, trying to get it through his brain that he can’t just act like you two are a pair of besties. 

But he just continues to argue with you. 

“Really? ‘Cause last time I checked, people don’t fight their superiors.” 

No, they do not. You’re not sure why you even tried to make that an argument, the line between you has blurred a long time ago. 

“You know what, just— forget it.”

The thing is, you're not the best at taking accountability. Most of the arguments you’ve had with him have been swept under the rug after a while. Zuko's not having that right now, though.

“Hm— actually, no— I don’t think I will,” he stubbornly says. “You have been punishing me for fucking weeks now and now you just want me to forget it?”

Punishing him?

You roll your eyes, muttering “oh my god” under your breath, not even bothering to look him straight in the eyes anymore as you walk to the nightstand and pick up a small jar of body cream. 

“We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” you say dismissively, rubbing the jasmine-scented cream into your hands. “I need to go to sleep, and so should you, honestly.”

It doesn’t matter how well he can handle his alcohol— he reeks of it. 

“I’m trying to talk to you right now so I don’t have to deal with your attitude tomorrow,” he says, as if he hasn’t had an attitude himself the last couple of weeks. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to,” you murmur back. 

What feels like minutes pass after your pathetic attempt to settle your issues with him. At first, he just lets out a sigh, trying to keep his composure, but then he laughs under his breath. 

“So that’s it?” he asks in a condescending tone. “We’re all good now?”

“Yes. Goodnight, Zuko,” you hum. 

More silence follows after. You can just feel his eyes on you despite still facing away, now reaching for some hair oil, waiting for him to leave.

He never does. Even after working the product into your hair, you have yet to hear the door to your room close, making you grow wary. 

There are many things telling you not to turn around at the moment— your blurred mind and tensed body. But even you make mistakes, lots of them with Zuko, and so you finally turn around. 

His lips are on yours. 

You don’t know how long he’d been standing directly behind you, you never even heard his footsteps. All you know is his hands are snaked behind your neck and he’s kissing you and you’re letting him.

It takes you a moment to realize you’re kissing him back— too focused on how soft his lips are, how his tongue glides across your lower lip before slipping inside, so commanding yet so gentle. 

Then you sober up— pressing your palm flat against his chest and pushing him back so you two can look at each other, eyes wide and filled with instant regret.

“What the hell was that?” you try to snap at him, but the sharp edge was dulled from the start, already fearing what’ll change between you from this moment forward. 

“I— fuck,” he stutters, taking another step back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

Immediately, you cut him off. “No, you shouldn’t have and you know that.”

“I know.” It sounds like a plea coming from him as his chest tightens. “I’m sorry.”

Even you start to look apologetic, which breaks his heart a little since you did nothing wrong. The one who crossed the line was him, after all. “You should go. You’re drunk.” 

He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it shortly after. There was nothing to say. 

And so he slowly nods and turns around, still in shock by his own actions as he begins to walk away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of what the fuck just happened on your own. 

This was going to be the longest work trip of your life. 

notes: i hope u guys enjoyed this first chapter!! this was supposed to be a oneshot but then ideas kept popping up in my head and i thought, why don't i just turn this into a longfic like defiance lol. the plan is to follow these two around throughout a couple arcs, with the first one being them trying to navigate their feelings and attempting to go back to normal while trying to fix the shit show in the silk district.

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