You're obsessed with your magic teacher, Master Qifrey, but he always treats you with the utmost respect, when you'd really love to get railed by him </3 Enter - Master Gojo. He's brought in to assist, and he has no issue giving you all sorts of lessons that Qifrey won't - like making you squirt. Qifrey is not very happy catching Satoru fingering you on the dining room table of all places though, so decides to make it both your problems!
٠ ࣪⭑ pairings - yandere! Gojo x witch! reader x Sorcerer! Qifrey
٠ ࣪⭑ warnings - Gojo being a little shit, kinda a crack fic lol, Qifrey losing it, horny reader, Qifrey and Gojo kiss on... accident!? twice! (Sure) fingering, oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, spitting, cum swapping, Eifel tower, tummy bulges, creampies wc- 3.2k
part of my crossover event!!! I will have two more (Sugu / Sebby and Choso / Valko!) ty to everyone for two years on Tumblr - despite a couple loud haters, the majority of you all have made me very happy to write here!
qifrey art here!! Gojo art here!!
Satoru hates watching you like this, the apprentice of his damn dreams just over there drawing pretty patterns – with Master Qifrey of all people.
Oh, you'd think they got along because they're both white haired sorcerers?
Well you'd be dead ass wrong.
Satoru can't stand how much you have swooned at Qifrey since he's arrived to help with training the future witches here, don't you realize Satoru has six fucking eyes!? Qifrey has only one, how the fuck could he ever even dream to keep up with Satoru Gojo of all people?
It was amusing, him thinking he could – but was not amusing was seeing his crush with Qifrey, following him all around and giggling as if you were one of the other girls he kept. But no, you were a whole ass woman, and Satoru thinks Qifrey should keep to being a step dad, and leave you all to Gojo himself.
You were supposed to be training with him too, but half the time Qifrey was on some bullshit and just disappeared, leaving Gojo to deal with all the damn kids always getting into trouble. He was fine when he left though, when it meant moments with you all to himself.
His fists clench now, pretty blue eyes narrowing as he watches you and that white haired copycat through an arched window, you peek then, turning your head to the side as if you could feel his eyes – and catch him, making him flap his arms around and fall back on the soft grass.
Shit.
He doesn't need you to know how often he watches you, especially since he's come here - he should be focusing on the apprentices he is here to train, not dying over you, jerking his cock in the room next to yours. But you just smell so good, and you look up at him so damn pretty.
You're always simping for Qifrey though.
Satoru is right here!?
He is always trying to show you things, yet - like a brat, really - you're all doe eyed for the other white haired sorcerer. But this weekend, it’s gonna be his chance – for you to see how strong he is. Surely when Satoru shows you his own powers, you’ll get soaking wet.
Well…
You do get soaking wet, when Satoru accidentally transports you into a goddamn ocean.
“Shit!” He must have been distracted!? “I’m sorry, sweetheart… this never happens and…”
“It’s f-fine,” you’re coughing and shivering, your thin white gown clinging to your body in a way that further ruins Satoru altogether, his cock throbbing at the sight of you like this. “I think your transportation magic is… ahem… really…”
“You’re shivering,” he pouts now, tugging you to him, ignoring how good your tits feel against his chest, all lush and pretty. “I am sorry, lemme get you back home. I wanted to show you the beach, not…”
“It’s all right, Master Gojo,” you smile all tremulously, clinging to his neck as he picks you up. “I’m a little dizzy.”
“I’ve got you…”
Satoru gets you back, and after you’ve gotten into dry clothes, he realizes that the two of you are alone.
No kids up.
No one eyed Qifrey and his lover (that’s who Satoru thinks that man is, well… Satoru sure hopes!)
It’s his chance to show you a different magic.
He gathers himself that night at dinner, you're sitting next to him tonight, his hand resting on your thigh as he smiles at you, watching you bite down on your lip, a pretty flush to your skin.
"I am sorry again for today,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of your drying hair back gently. “I really thought I had that one down.”
“It was kind of fun,” you giggle now, sipping your wine, a drop of it on your lips. “Master Qifrey always keeps me away from any danger, locked up almost. So it was a little… exhilarating.”
“Yeah?” You nod and he exhales.
Thank God.
“I actually have a different method than Qifrey does for magic," he murmurs softly, as you nibble on your dinner. "I should show you some time."
"Oh, different from the ocean trip?"
"Mhm," you lean forward just a bit, pretty tits leaned out of your neckline for his hungry blue eyes to hit. You sip your wine carefully once more, feeling the intensity of his gaze taking your breath.
You may or may not have a crush on Qifrey - but you also may or may not have a crush on Satoru.
Scandalous, you can't do such things!
They're both your teachers, and you're a grown woman, much unlike the young girls that joined you as apprentices, aren't you supposed to set an example? But your thoughts are utterly wicked - imagining just how much of their cocks you can fit in your throat.
Scandalous thoughts that must end!
"I could show you, it's a little different," Satoru says, chuckling and slipping up that blindfold he wears constantly, letting pretty blue eyes drift across your collarbones. "More based on touch than drawings."
You feel your cunt clench around nothing. "Oh, touch, you say?"
"Mhm."
"Well,” you set down your glass, heart racing as the fire crackles, illuminating his tall shadow taking over yours on one of the stone walls of the Atelier. “I'm most eager to learn."
It's moments before Satoru has you spread right on that table, shoving your skirts up, his fingers pumping in and out of your needy cunt, the squelching so damn loud. He's leaning over you, as his fingers move in and out faster, a hand clutching yours as it rests on the table, your ass arched all pretty against him as you cry out.
"S-Satoru!"
Your voice is all hoarse as your head falls back, as much as you adored Qifrey - well, he'd kept it all professional. He'd never done more than brush your cheek with his fingers once, a lean close – so close you thought he’d kiss you – just to pull back and walk right out.
Not Satoru.
He had no problem kissing you messy, his eyes were insane as he hit your sweet spot over and over, laughing against your ear, lips brushing against it.
"How are my lessons, pretty little witch?"
"Wh-what... are you teaching, ngh," his teeth nip your ear, eliciting a filthy little cry. “They’re v-very – ah! Gojo…”
“Satoru,” he whispers, pumping faster with his thick fingers in your plump, messy cunt. “Say it, sweetheart.”
“Satoru!”
That's what Qifrey hears when he walks in.
"Well, here's that sweet spot, the one that makes you gush," he's honing in on it, smirking when Qifrey walks in, but your face is pressed against the table cloth, drooling on it, Satoru’s hand entangled in your hair.
Qifey is torn - between wanting to fuck Satoru up and wanting to drag you right over to himself, hearing your pathetic, mewling little cries, your squelching cunt as the dumb fucking sorcerer he brought in to help is touching you. Qifrey’s hands are damn near shaking, clenching into fists as he walks in, slamming his gear down on the ground loud enough for you both to pause.
Satoru just smirks, this little shit.
Your face is all fucked out, drool down your lips, eyes glazed over in a way Qifrey had only ever dreamed of.
Oh yes, filthy dreams of his apprentice, the one he’d tried so fucking hard to make sure not to touch, to be professional. Yet here Satoru Gojo is, with his dumb blindfold shoved up his face, grinning right at him and apparently fingering your cunt again, judging by the messy, wet sounds echoing and your little moan.
“What is the meaning of this!?” He demands, you bite your lower lip, but Satoru simply hums a bit, reaching around to grip one of your tits, squishing it in his hand.
“I was showing her my own magic, one eye.”
Qifrey snorts, shaking his head and pulling out his little notebook. “Time for you to get locked the fuck away, six eye freak.”
“Aww, can’t make her cum without your doodles?” He’s got you arching, and Qifrey’s cock is throbbing underneath his robes, his eye damn near twitching behind that spectacle, as your nails scramble for purchase on the table.
Qifrey walks over and Satoru is furious at how you grip his fingers when he’s that close, how thick your coating of slick gets, he gets so mad he slips a third finger inside, making you cry out.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs in your ear, but the other sorcerer is gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, that eye glinting dark.
“No, eyes on me,” he says softly in that tone of his, absolutely fucking you up, his free hand trailing down the side of your pretty tit, tracing the gentle curve as you’re trying to hold it together. “You needed your cunt played with and never told me?”
“She didn’t need to tell me,” Satoru’s lips pressed against your neck, his teeth nipping your skin.
“I tried but y-you… seemed very – ngh, reserved,” he sighs, shaking his head once more.
“Here in the dining room? Really, Gojo?”
“Want dinner though,” he pulls out his fingers, dripping with you, smirking as he sees the sorcerer fucking salivate, sucking your juices right off them, moaning, his cheeks hollowed. “She’s so tasty.”
“My room. Now.”
You both pause, Satoru raising a brow, but Qifrey just walks off, looking at you both behind his shoulder.
“I said now.”
You’re sure you’re in for the worst tongue lashing of your life, even as Satoru has this big, shit eating grin on his face, walking up the winding stairs to his room, when the door shuts behind you, and suddenly it’s Qifrey, his fingers on the buttons of your gown, making quick work of them. He sighs when he sees you naked, groaning at the sight of your pretty body as Gojo’s own eyes dart across.
“Seems our first time will have to be sharing you,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue and brushing your hair back. “Shame, I wanted you all to myself.”
“Who says I’ll share her?” Satoru tugs you to him, lifting you like it’s nothing with his hands on your thighs, carrying you right over to Qifrey’s bed and laying you down, just for the other sorcerer to come right over, shoving Satoru right over.
“You already started having fun,” he presses you down against those silk sheets, cool against your heated skin, making you tremble just a bit. “Look at you…”
“Master Qifrey…” You’re all flustered, and he raises a brow, as Satoru’s slipping off his top, revealing the muscles of his hard body, while Qifrey’s fingertips trail your thighs, sliding up and making you tremble.
“You were aching all this time, hmm?” His voice rushes over you, and Satoru’s sigh is loud.
“Will you move so I can show you how to eat pussy?”
“Tch, think I don’t know how to pleasure a woman?” Satoru is snickering as Qifrey kneels at the foot of the bed.
“Do you just draw on her thigh?” Qifrey doesn't answer, he simply slips his long fingers up your skin. Watching those juices pour right out.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," Qifrey murmurs, as if it’s just for you – spreading your thighs with his hands carefully. "Taste this sweet, pretty little pussy."
“You have? I–ah!” He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive folds, before his tongue makes contact with your dripping slit.
You cry out, arching against the bed, hips pressed up as he licks a slow stripe up your slit a few times, coating his tongue in it before he parts your puffy folds, circling your clit with deliberate precision. The very tip of his tongue swirling intricate patterns like drawings, all in front of Satoru Gojo.
“Fuck…” that's all he can manage, as one of your hands grip the sheets, and the other entangles in Qifreys pretty white locks.
“There it is,” he mumbles, pussy drunk as he smirks over at Satoru. “She quite likes her clit being covered in my ‘drawings’ hmm?”
Satoru watches with hungry blue eyes before kneeling down right next to him, his mouth capturing your other thigh in a little kiss, grasping dribbles that are glistening right down.
“Move over,” he bites your skin. nudging Qifrey aside. "Let me taste her too."
Instead of arguing, Qifrey simply shifts a bit, leaning over you to capture your chin, allowing Satoru to eye your dripping folds, parting your pussy wide and watching it clench around nothing.
Qifrey spits your own cum in your mouth.
“Swallow, pretty Apprentice.”
You eagerly obey, earning a pleased smirk as Satoru buries his face against you with just a bit of clumsiness, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds before pulling back with a groan.
"Fuck, you're tight," he mumbles, sliding a finger inside as Qifrey licks your clit again, the squelches obscene. "Can you even take us?"
“Mhm – ah!” Your thoughts are cut off when both men begin to eat your cunt – desperately, your hands in each of their silky white locks, one of your thighs in each hand as they spread you wide.
Qifrey leans in and captures Satoru's lips in a messy kiss as if to make sure to capture all your juices, his tongue slipping over Satoru's mouth to taste you on him. The sight makes your cunt clench around Satoru's fingers, the way they're moaning. The way the saliva drips between them – your two teachers sharing your taste between them right over your twitchy clit.
“Oh…” they both blush a bit and pull back as if it were some mistake, before diving back in, tongues circling your clit in tandem, both men's fingers working your needy cunt. “Did you two… ah. Kiss?”
“No!?”
“Indeed no!?”
You go to giggle.
Big mistake.
The two white haired sorcerers immediately position you, so you're laying on your back sideways on the bed, Qifrey settling between your thighs with his fat cock tugged out of his robes, as Satoru positions himself by your head, his pink tip dripping white little drops on your lips.
“You want me to take care of you, hmm? Pretty girl,” Qifrey’s words are fucking you up – blood rushing through your ears as you nod, feeling his cock slide between your puffy folds, while Satoru’s darts on the seem of your lips, running across it achingly slow.
"I want to watch that pretty throat bulge when I fuck it," he murmurs, moaning when you lap at his tip, your mouth opening wide. “Watch you swallow every inch."
"And I want to see myself…” He pushes right into your slick heat, you’re so damn wet your cunt takes him easy despite how fucking long he is, he lets out a little moan, eyeing that stomach bulging. “Right here.”
tBoth men eye your body, Qifrey painting pretty patterns with his fingers on your tummy, while his cock is gliding in, Satoru pressing so that you choke on him, shushing you carefully.
“That’s it, you can take us, sweetheart,” he cooes those words, watching his shape in your throat while he sees Qifrey’s cockprint moving in and out of your stomach. “Look at you. Made for it.”
“You're taking us so well,” Qifrey whispers, picking up your thighs now and spreading them wide, watching how she so greedily grabs onto his cock, every thrust making slick just pour. “I was neglecting my apprentice, I see.”
“You were,” Satoru whines out – Qifrey would make fun of that sound, but he’s doing the same goddamn thing when you grip him, swallowing around the other sorcerer’s cock. “Fuck…”
They begin to move their cocks in perfect sync, tears slip from the corners of your eyes as Satoru sinks deeper, and Qifrey’s tip is just kissing your cute lil cervix. You’re so full of both of them you can hardly see, vision fuzzy as your eyelashes flutter closed, seeing stars behind your eyes.
It’s not long before he has you on your hands and knees, sucking Satoru like that while his hand entangles in your hair, his heavy balls slapping your clit, the loud slick sounds of the men fucking you echoing in the bedchamber. Satoru’s gasping out as he shoves his cock fully inside your mouth, that tip gliding on your throat until your nose is flush with the little smattering of white hair, and Qifrey is leaned back, watching your cunt taking him.
“Look at that, so eager,” he clicks his tongue, smirking just a bit, that little eye glass fogging up with his own breaths as he pulls out fully, slapping his fat cock right on your needy cunt, chuckling. “Beggin’ for all that cum inside, isn’t she?”
Satoru pulls out so you can speak, throat sore with how he’s stretched it out, saliva just dripping from your lips. Satoru tilts your chin up, smiling down at you, thumb brushing over your lower lip now, swiping some of his pre.
“Answer him, sweetheart.”
“Want it,” you manage, peeking back to see your teacher gripping your hips, nudging his tip teasingly against your clit, coating it in sticky pre. “I do…”
“How do we ask, love?” Qifrey nudges your clit again. “Have I not taught you any manners during our lessons?”
“Please,” you whisper, gasping out as Qifrey shoves his length back inside your snug lil cunt, she’s quivering all round him as he leans close, and Satoru is tugging your mouth back open.
“Want to swallow all this cum while he fills you?” He asks, making your cheeks heat up. “Looking all innocent when you just want all this cum.”
“Mhm,” is all you can manage, tongue out, letting them both fuck their loads inside – so full you’re swallowing Gojo down, as Qifrey pumps you so full it won’t even stay in.
Don’t worry – the sorcerers make sure to clean your pussy right up, and if their tongues catch each other, well they’re just sharing your taste – and Qifrey’s cum is quite sweet, even if Satoru won’t admit it. They’re certainly not kissing, and they absolutely can’t stand each other – they’re just getting along for you!
Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake x OnlyFans!Reader
Summary-
You are one of the top creators on OnlyFans, and of course, you have special requests from your biggest fans. Men who will pay top dollar to fuck you- why not? Your top two clients, Gojo and Kakashi, are accidentally booked on the same day…and the same time. Was this a total disaster or a blessing in disguise? (Happy second Tumblr anniversary @madamechrissy, so grateful to be a part of this event!)
18+ Minors will be BLOCKED
Your day started as normally as it could be for a woman like you, checking your dm’s and requests. One of your favorites, going by the username @ satorunotgojo, is such a cutie but very, very clingy. Always first to comment on your videos, sends the most money, and requests you say his name during livestreams as you cum. He’ll send you videos of him masturbating; his huge cock distracts you from his pathetic whimpers and cries in the background of the video.
Then you have your second-favorite client, going by the username @ only1eye. Such an odd name for a man with a huge cock. He’s the one you kind of look forward to seeing in a private chat. He mainly pays for private live streams, videos, photos, and anything with you and him alone; he’ll pay big bucks for it. He even sent you a custom dildo the size of his cock, and you were in awe when you revealed it in your unboxing video for him…then you cummed on it like eight times, but that’s a story for another time. Recently, you’ve listed a new premium option on your website for your VIP clients.
☆ One-on-One Sessions: Price Varies…
Of course, when you posted that link, thousands of men signed up, and it almost made your website crash. You were confirming so many hookups that you didn’t notice you had double-booked your two favorite clients for the same day…at the same time.
Satoru Gojo is a very attractive man, with absolutely no game at all. He’ll come up to you at a bar or club, and at first, you’re smitten by his appearance, but once he opens his mouth, it kinda gives, like when SpongeBob thought he was ugly in that one episode. The man’s pick-up game was awful. He was a little bit too direct.
He liked to have people believe he was this big shot red pill guy, but the entire time, he was so perverted and lonely. So when Satoru discovered your page, it was like finding a pot of gold. Finally, a woman whom he thought he could actually have. He was attached way too quickly and became parasocial. He literally set up autopay on OnlyFans and your private website so he can keep in contact with you. Not to mention, he masturbates to you when he wakes up, mid-day, and right before he goes to sleep.
In his mind, he tries to think you only have eyes for him by the way you send him sweet messages, pictures of clothes he requested, using toys he wanted, and always shouting him out on your videos. Deep down, he knows you’re just doing what you have to do for that bag, but he really thinks he’s your man sometimes. When you text him, you send him the same copy-and-paste you do to everyone else…and he eats it up.
“Hey, Baby, I miss you…can’t wait to see you in my next livestream! Xoxo”
Kakashi Hatake is a semi-closeted freak. He’ll hang out with his friends and give some vanilla sex advice, but when he fucks? He wants complete control over who he’s fucking. He loves being dominant; every woman he’s fucked has always called him, begging for more. One day, he accidentally discovered your page and, just like Satoru, was hooked instantly. He sends so much money that all the other men get a little nervous and wonder who the hell this guy is. Kakashi sends you lavish gifts as well.
You love the attention a little more from him than from Satoru, though. It’s like Kakashi knows how to make you fold instantly. Whenever you tell him no, or you don’t think you can do something, he always sends photos of the gifts and money he has for you, and of course you fold all the time because who wouldn’t want a new Chanel bag because you squirted for a man???
One day, you’re getting ready for your scheduled meet-up with Kakashi. He normally wants to meet up every two weeks, but he texted you a few days after his last meet-up, asking to meet again for another session, and he was willing to pay more. You smirk; he just can't get enough of you. When you booked him, you didn’t realize there was a glitch on the website, and you had already booked Satoru for the same day… and the same time.
Satoru was following the directions given in the email. Once he arrived at your apartment, he was geeked as hell. Finally able to fuck the woman of his dreams. Once he got to the elevator, another man showed up. White hair, shorter than him, they both got in, and Kakashi, who was closer to the keypad, asked Satoru what floor: “Third floor, please.” Satoru told him. Kakashi let out a small chuckle. “What a coincidence—looks like we're going to the same floor.” Satoru, not thinking anything of it, scratched the back of his head, laughing softly. Even as they got off and walked in the same direction—
It was just a coincidence, right?
Kakashi was a little confused as to why his doppelgänger was following him. Maybe he was going to the apartment next to yours; maybe he’s Kakashi’s long-lost brother who got stuck in a different universe. Kakashi didn’t expect anything from him.
What he absolutely did NOT expect was to not only arrive at the same apartment as Satoru–but also to share you with him. Satoru, on the other hand, was really confused and somewhat upset he didn't get you to himself—but he was also turned on at the thought of watching you get fucked by another man as he watched in person this time.
When they both stopped at the same door, neither man said a word, but they side-eyed the hell out of each other. Satoru slowly brought his hand up and knocked on your door. You rushed to open it, and when you did–your jaw dropped. “Uhhh” was all you could manage as both men stared at you, just as confused. Kakashi sighed, hanging his head in shame. Maybe he was being too lustful, asking for another meet-up while his Temu brother was scheduled to meet with you.
Satoru, on the other hand, was not so composed; with no self-awareness at all, he walked into your apartment. “So I'm guessing you didn't double-check when you talked with me—make sure I got you to myself,” he said, looking around.
Meanwhile, you’re apologizing over and over to both men as you scroll on your laptop to see that you did double-book them. “I am so sorry, guys, I-I honestly…don’t even know what to do now, I mean I would have no choice but to reschedule you both–” Your brain stops for a second…you don’t think with that instead; you’re listening to the brain that’s throbbing down there.
“Why not fuck them both???”
You shake your head at the thought. You’ve never had a threesome before, and you weren’t going to now!
“Why don’t you just fuck both of us?” Kakashi said so nonchalantly. Satoru’s eyes widened upon hearing this, ears red. Clearly you wouldn’t have agreed, right???
Two minutes later
Well, so much for your dignity, because you’re bent over your bed, holding onto your sheets for dear life as Kakashi is taking you from behind, his thrust set at a brutal pace as he fucks you, his meaty cock just terrorizing your poor walls. To your surprise, Satoru wasn’t upset. Instead, he was sitting in a chair—jerking off to you being fucked. It was discussed a while ago in one of your chats with him that he’d wanted to be in a cuck chair watching you, but you just thought he was joking…he was not joking.
Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk as he heard you moan. From the corner of his eye, he could see Satoru jerking off, and it looked like he was close already. “What a wimp,” he thought. His hands now tangled in your hair, pulling you up to his chest as his pace sped up, the way the tip of his cock kept pressing at your spot, you were seeing stars. You couldn’t even close your mouth; you were so fucking close to cumming. Small little whimpers and squeaks came from you. Kakashi eased you back onto the sheets, “Let my Temu twin see you fall apart, pretty girl…” Your eyes sprang open, and you couldn’t help but giggle mid moan.
Satoru’s eye twitched—Temu twin??! How dare this man who looks like he’s old enough to be his father say that? He marched right on over and shoved his cock in your mouth mid laugh. “Shut up! It’s not that fucking funny!” He said, holding the back of your head as your nose touched his pelvis. You gagged, spit forming as his cock reached the back of your throat. You were now holding onto his thighs for support while being pounded from behind. That made it worse; every thrust made you take Satoru’s cock even deeper. He was so geeked when he felt his cock peeking down your throat.
He smiled so sadistically, “Is that so funny? Being fucked like a whore by two men due to a lousy mistake, is that funny?” He said, pulling out until the tip, thrusting back in after letting you catch your breath for a second. You're completely helpless. Gojo’s angrily fucking your throat while Kakashi is menacingly fucking your pussy as he owns you.
Kakashi was having a time; he was enjoying whatever the hell was going on, watching you gag and choke on his Temu twin’s cock while he stuffs your pussy, your aching hole just like a waterfall, the way his cock glistens when he thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as you tighten around him. Hearing your skin slap against his, some of your release from however many orgasms you’ve had by now.
You could hardly focus…being used by both of your top clients at the same fucking time was so euphoric for you. You never gave it any thought, but they really do look alike. You closed your eyes as you felt another wave of an orgasm coming until, like machines—Satoru and Kakashi just stopped. They both pulled out of you, making you gasp. They looked at each other, and it was like they had the same brain and knew exactly what the other was thinking.
You curse yourself because why—just why would these men think it’d be a great idea for Satoru to get under you and Kakashi is still behind you—they both shove their big cocks in your pussy at the same time, causing you to yelp out in pain at first, but Satoru was rubbing your clit to stimulate you and to ease your pain.
Imagine two big ass bullet trains trying to fit into one tunnel…yeah that’s you. “It’s not going to fit—” you cry out as Kakashi’s hand lands on your ass. “Don’t be ridiculous now; we’ve seen you shove lots of things up there. Don't act brand new now, you slut.” He began to thrust; both you and Satoru moaned as Kakashi was also rubbing against his cock. Kakashi was relentless, not giving a fuck about anything anymore. His pace was relentless, his angry red tip punching your cervix at this point.
Satoru tried to be nice, like his cock wasn’t also shoved inside you; he kissed your collarbone, telling you to relax. He then rubbed your clit, pressing down on it slightly to hear you cry out. Both men toying with you, both men stretching you out, and both men you were definitely keeping as your top clients.
Satoru’s hands flew to your hips, gripping them with such force, his face so red he looked like a tomato. “C-Can you slow down, man? At this rate—ah!” He groaned and felt himself getting closer. Kakashi was still going crazy, but he too was close. Within seconds, both men let out low groans, and your walls were painted extra with their cum.
Kakashi was now hunched over you, breathing heavily. Satoru was out of it, and you were thinking only one thing—
I can't believe we have known each other for two years!? Over now I think. And in that time I've gotten incredibly close to you in ways I really didn't think I could! You have become damn near family to me in every sense of the word, and I truly love you.
We have both been through so much together, right now I am not in the best place but you are there for me, and I know this year was very hard for you too and the parallels of us always scare me. Yet I know we are in each other's lives for a reason, and this isn't even the first time I've gotten to meet you <3
You're a beautiful person in every sense of the word, and I just can't even get into how much I adore you without getting all emotional. You deal with my bratty nature and I deal with yours, and I know in many lives we were best friends (maybe loversss hehe) but I knew you already!
I even wrote you before I met youuu 😚
I love, love, love you and have loved seeing you become such an amazing person, and you have the oldest soul I swear, it's as if we have always known each other. Thank you for existing and for being such a great friend, and important person to me.
Giving you a million birthday kisses, sweet girl!!! 💋💋💋
im sobbing so hard my wife words cant describe how much i love and adore you.
i couldnt agree more that there is no way we werent friends (or cough lovers) in every lifetime. when i met you we had such an instant connection and bond that i felt like i had known you before. like it scares me how interlinked our lives are and that we somehow found each other. you have been there for me every step of the way and i wish i could give you all the kisses possible.
i am so lucky to have you by my side and be part of eachothers families 🥹💗. you are truly my other half and i will love you forever. MWAH MWAH MWAH.
track twenty-five: if you're gone | prev track< | setlist
three rockstars! one you!
synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens
pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna (+ rockstar!gojo!!)
content: mdni, angst and fluff, rockstar au!, complicated relationships and messy emotions, avoidant attachment, HEAVY PINING AND YEARNING, denying feelings, reader is a mess, conflicting emotions, more of all them suffering, tension and teasing
a/n: art by @torucider !! div by @/tsumiinum
There had to be an ending to the seemingly bottomless pit of bad decisions you'd been making lately.
But every day you were more fucking scared you weren't at rock bottom yet.
How much lower could you go?
Especially when you were already sitting at your ex's dining table and ignoring the constant buzzing of your phone on the closest counter.
Why look when you knew what would be waiting there?
Sukuna asking you to come back. To speak to him like a mature adult instead of acting like an avoidant child who couldn't handle confrontation.
But if you did, would that be it?
Inviting the real ending you'd been desperately trying to ignore?
"Shoko said she'd keep the girls tonight," Suguru called out, examining a bottle of wine before putting it back on his nice rack and grabbing a different one.
You were surprised he still bought the brand you liked.
A little stunned at how smoothly you seemed to slip back into the old swing of things. He had picked you up from the street less than ten minutes after you called, hurrying to open the door for you and asking you what felt like a hundred questions all to confirm you were really okay before bringing you back home.
You lied, of course.
Okay was no longer a word that could be applied to you. But being back with him was about as close as you could get.
He took you back to his place, half-shoved you into the bathroom with that stern stare of his, insisting that you take a warm shower and get changed while he washed your wet clothes. By the time you got back out, food had already been delivered. Sit out all nicely on the table as if this was some pre-planned get together instead of him rescuing you from yourself once more.
"I'm sorry for calling you like that," you awkwardly apologized, curling up in the seat as you opened up your to-go box, a comforting scent wafting up from it.
"You can always call me," he casually replied, unbothered by you just intruding on his evening. "If you need me-"
You didn't want to need him.
To need any of them.
You used to be completely fucking fine on your own. And here you were, shivering and feeling like a total stranger in someone else's home because you couldn't handle your problems by yourself.
"You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch," Suguru continued, offering up even more assistance as you tried to train yourself not to let the heat rise to your face at his unnecessary generosity.
"I'm really-"
"I'm not trying to be an asshole, but do you really think you should be alone right now?" He asked, arching up an eyebrow as he poured himself a glass of wine.
You hesitated, swallowing your pride as you considered the unfortunately not entirely unlikely possibility you'd end up on the phone with Satoru or Sukuna if he returned you to the lonely apartment thatstill didn't really feel like home.
"Just pour me a drink too," you muttered.
Suguru was too nice to say no to you.
Even though he probably knew as well as you that you weren't going to find what you wanted in the bottom of a wine glass.
You watched his hands when he grabbed you the cup you used to like back when you practically lived here, how the veins and tendons flexed as he carefully poured a pitiful amount in, like he didn't want you to think he was trying to get you drunk.
Your cautious man still playing his own games. Still preoccupied with how things looked - and you got stuck in how things were.
How were you ever supposed to get to how you wanted them to be?
"Can I ask why you called me?" Suguru finally asked the one question he'd been avoiding as he took the seat next to yours, taking a sip out of his glass as the hard edge of the table pressed into your calves. Knees scrunched close to your chest, stabbing purposelessly at the food in your box as you tried to think of an excuse that wouldn't make this whole thing, well, messier.
"You were who I thought of," you shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip as the scent of him clung to your skin. His t-shirt hanging loose on your frame, skin still damp and sticky as you shuffled in the familiar kitchen seat.
For a second, you felt like you were back in the therapist's office, heart laid bare for someone to break, feeling the scrutiny of his dark stare, no matter how much he softened it for you.
"Does Sukuna know you're here?" He carefully asked, like he was trying to decide if he was going to get assaulted again just for playing your knight.
"No," you muttered. Even if he could probably guess it if he went back to the apartment he bought you and discovered it empty.
He had predicted it too, hadn't he?
That you'd run off to someone else? Seeking comfort in places you shouldn't be instead of finding it in yourself?
"Should I make sure the door's locked?" He tried to joke, and you didn't even have it in yourself to smile.
"I might deadbolt it," you dryly muttered, stabbing at the food and popping it in your mouth.
His small smirk faltered, and you wished you could make it easier for him.
You wished you could make it easier for all of them.
Sure, they hurt you. Okay, well, Sukuna and Suguru had. But it was getting harder and harder to hold onto it. Not when all of the anguish felt like acid on your tongue, seeping down your throat and burning your stomach the longer it sat inside of you.
If you weren't so fucked up, if you had your shit figured out a little more, wouldn't you save all four of you so much heartache?
"What happened today?" Suguru pressed, and you could only shrug your shoulders.
"I, uh, went to therapy," you mumbled, biting down on the inside of your cheek before admitting the tougher part, "With Sukuna."
"Oh."
Yeah.
You supposed you should've seen it for the monumentally awful idea it was from the start instead of just accepting to acquiesce Sukuna after the whole 'surprising you with a brand new fucking apartment' thing.
"Guess it didn't go well?" He wryly replied, and you almost rolled your eyes.
"That obvious?" You exhaled, pushing the food around before forcing yourself to look up at him. "I kinda ran away."
"You tend to do that," Suguru unhelpfully remarked, your lips pressing in a thin line as you found yourself tempted to fling a forkful of food back at him.
"You're so funny," you sarcastically commented, squinting at him just for him to give you that annoyingly charming smirk you wouldn't admit you missed.
"And yet you're not saying I'm wrong," he hummed, bringing his wine glass back to his lips.
Taking a swig of your own was better than agreeing with him.
Letting the bitter taste takeover your tongue so you didn't have to stew on the regret festering there already. All the what-ifs being back in his house brought up, wondering how things might have played out if you just made a few different decisions back then.
"You know," Suguru continued when he carefully placed his glass back down. "Shoko knows a couple good ones, if you didn't like the therapist or-"
It was sweet of him to assume the therapist was the problem instead of you.
"You might benefit more from some solo sessions," he kept going, still trying to take care of you long after you left him. Picking up all the broken pieces and doing his best to glue them back together.
Was it guilt?
Or had losing you simply made him a better person?
Jesus, this fucking sucked.
How come they only got their shit together after you? Why couldn't they work it out when you were with them? Why were you the only one still shattered?
You never asked for either of them.
They had given themselves to you and fucking screwed you over once it was done.
"Can you be, like, awful for five minutes?" You huffed, scowling at him as you forced a sharp exhale out of your nose.
His lips parted in a surprised 'o', dark eyes narrowing like he was trying to work out what you meant by that. "Why-"
"It's so annoying that you get to be all mature and perfect after we break up," you admitted, picking at your cuticles beneath the table as you glanced back to where your purse was laying on its side.
"Perfect?"
"It's so infuriating sometimes," you mumbled under your breath, shaking your head as you interrupted him, about to reiterate that he was infuriating before he let out a low chuckle.
"Do you want me to be mean to you?" He offered in that honeyed voice of his.
"I want to be mad at you," you muttered, feeling a lot more defeated than you expected.
"You can be mad at me," he calmly accepted it, evenly meeting your stare as if you being upset was better than the alternative of you feeling nothing at all for him.
You tried to switch to ignoring him.
Finishing your food with a tight-lipped frown and polishing off the wine even though it just left an uncomfortable heat compressing your chest. You slipped out of your chair to go throw away the styrofoam box, but Suguru just had to get up and do it for you, leaving you awkwardly standing there and swallowing your feelings.
Tempted to ask what now?
Were you supposed to sit on the couch together and watch tv like old times? Ask him to just take you back home anyway? Go back to the bed he used to fuck you in and pretend you couldn’t smell him on the sheets?
You ended up awkwardly leaning against the wall while you watched him clean up, trying to find something wrong to bicker about.
But god, he’d forgiven you for fucking his best friend.
Comforted you and came when you called and took care of you even when you weren’t his anymore.
“Maybe Shoko could refer me to someone,” you muttered.
You needed help.
The kind that you had to find on your own. With the help of a licensed professional.
“I’ll text her,” he replied, a hint of pride bleeding through his voice as you folded your arms across your chest.
What happened to the independent girl you used to be? The one who was too stubborn to admit it when you were out of your depth? What happened to everything you used to be?
The strangest part was that you weren't even sure you wanted to go back to being her. She let Sukuna break her heart. And then handed over what was left of it to Suguru so he could take a few swings at it too.
But even now, being around him like this, watching him walk around like you were reliving in an old memory, you were the tiniest bit tempted to go back to the old days. Just for one night.
You could see it now.
Almost feel how solid his hands would be on your waist, how warm his chest would be when you were pinned underneath it.
It would be so simple, wouldn't it?
To let him pick you up and cradle you close? To call him by his name and let him whisper yours in that tender voice of his?
He wouldn't feel like home. But he'd feel close enough to safe to settle the storm still wearing you down and ripping through your rattled bones.
Suguru caught you staring as he finished up, thin brows knitting together as he walked over to you, one hand reaching for his pocket for his cigarettes before he remembered that they weren't there anymore.
"I'm not sleeping with you," he murmured softly, as if he wasn't looking down at your lips as like he could still remember the taste of them.
"I didn't ask you to," you whispered back, like you weren't looking at his either. And then he reached out, like he was going to cup your cheek and caress you the same way he used to.
"Angel," he gently spoke, sighing as his palm stopped just shy of your cheek. "You know you have to pick."
"I know," you confessed.
You couldn't keep doing this.
"I will still do whatever I can to support you and fix the mess I made," he reassured, swallowing hard as he steeled his resolve. "But you're just hurting yourself."
And he was too selfless to say you were hurting him too, even though you could see the pain shining in his deep stare.
You wanted to play it off.
Pretend that you weren't painfully aware that no matter who you chose, you'd still be second guessing yourself for maybe forever.
If you chose Sukuna, and it crashed and burned, would you spend eternity wondering what would've happened if you mustered up the courage to kiss Suguru right now?
And if you did kiss him, would you just wish it was Sukuna's lips instead?
"I wish I never fucked us up to begin with," Suguru murmured, maybe loosened up from the wine to be speaking so plainly about what you both lost when his face was hardly inches from yours. "But I guess I know how Sukuna feels now."
"You're making it so much harder for me," you defensively mumbled, trying to keep your breathing steady when he was looking down at you like he wanted to memorize the view.
"That's because I want you to pick me," he smoothly replied, your mouth twitching up into a smile you had to push back down.
You had to make yourself slip away from him, turning around and walking around the corner to go back to his living room. About to come up with the excuse that you could watch a movie or something to pass the time and avoid the topic at hand when you spotted a stack of papers across a side table where the coasters usually were.
And noticed your name neatly printed at the top of one.
"What's this?" You asked, picking it up the moment you were close enough, eyes already scanning the page as he started to hurry over.
"It's nothing, just a stupid fucking idea Satoru's dad was-"
"It's about me," you pointed out, turning around and refusing to let him have it back, swatting at his outstretched hand while you squinted at the fine print.
"Baby, it's bullshit, I didn't want to worry-"
"I can make decisions for myself, Suguru," you scolded him, a lump taking shape again in the back of your throat as you realized what it was.
An offer.
"This is the PR relationship thing, isn't it?" You frowned, flipping the page as you started scanning the terms. Satoru had been telling the truth.
His dad wanted to throw a fuck ton of cash at you to get you to do what he wanted.
An apartment with 24/7 security. Biweekly paychecks for playing pretend girlfriend. Health and dental insurance. New clothes for required public appearances.
God, why the fuck was it a better job offer than anything else you received?
Six months.
Half of year of hanging onto your ex-boyfriend's arm in public now that your private life had been dragged out for everyone to see.
It was long enough for the album and press rollout but right before their tour would start. Enough for them to turn the PR disaster of a leaked sex tape into something slightly less scandalous the media could sink their teeth into.
You'd be dropped once they sold out all their shows.
Suguru was silent, just staring as you studied the stapled sheets in front of you, waiting for you to say something.
To say it was stupid and to shut it all down.
"Is he actually serious?" You asked, a hard lump in your throat as your stare drifted back to the promised paycheck, wondering what price you could put on your pride.
You were clearly losing this game anyway.
They weren't going to leave you alone.
"You don't need to do this," Suguru softly said, not answering your question as you glanced up from the papers to see his conflicted expression.
Would Sukuna hate you if you did?
Satoru might.
How much could making a deal with a devil cost when you already lost everything you cared about?
You weren't replying to his texts.
Go fucking figure.
The harder Sukuna tried to have you, the more you pulled away from him.
Still, he knew he shouldn't be doing this.
Leg bouncing impatiently as he stared down at the phone screen in his hand, trying to work up the willpower to either swipe everything away or shut it off.
That's what a more mature person would do.
Someone who had his shit together.
But that had never been him.
Jin had called, told him to come over and just crash there. Kaori had snatched the phone from his brother and told him to go find you and fucking fix it.
Like it was so goddamn easy when you were too hurt to see how hard he was trying. Too broken to even want him to put you together.
And despite what his therapist tried to say otherwise, he couldn't stop blaming himself for being the one to fuck it all up in the first place.
All the same thoughts looping in his head, replaying a million moments he wished he could go back and do differently. The thousand nights where you were in his bed, beneath his body where you belonged, his hands skimming over your side and his teeth sinking into your soft skin when he should've been kissing you and asking you to be his girlfriend.
Not his best friend with benefits.
Not some unnamed third thing you both swore wasn't that serious.
He wanted to be your man. To get to marry you one day and have a stupid little chubby baby with your eyes and his hair.
Sukuna didn't want to just be some fucking asshole you used to sleep with.
Someone you used to know.
A page in a book you shut and shoved on a shelf to be forgotten.
Maybe bringing you to his therapist was a mistake, something that he should've waited a little longer for. But he didn't know how to help you himself.
No matter how badly he wished he could.
And honestly, what he was about to do was probably an even bigger one in the making.
But fuck, he wanted to prove you wrong.
Show you that what you were scared of wasn't going to happen.
He could watch you having sex with your ex-boyfriend and not strangle him for it. He wasn't going to leave you.
And by no means, was he going to stop loving you.
No, instead, he just nearly threw up when the sketchy site on his phone finally loaded and he saw you splayed out nude in soft blue sheets, touching yourself and looking at the camera all lovestruck.
Asking Suguru for help.
You didn't do that with him.
It was different. Knowing that it had been serious with Suguru and actually seeing it for himself.
The trust shining in your eyes before all the light in them had been stolen from you.
He almost dropped the phone.
Pacing the floor and swallowing the bile threatening to flood his throat as your soft voice replayed in his ears.
Sukuna was greedy. Selfish. Used to taking what he wanted and never needing to justify it.
Until he realized what he wanted the most was what was best for you.
You're married to Satoru Gojo - an arrangement since your childhood, one you're so excited for. You soon find out - he wants nothing to do with you. Any one is preferable, from the waitress at your engagement party, to his secretary. Torn apart by insecurities and devastated by the fact that you can't make this one sided affection work, you decide to find something to keep you going until Gojo finds a way to end the marriage. That's what lands you right in the notorious boxing ring in town - led by Ryomen Sukuna, who finally sees you.
pairings - Nepo baby! Gojo x Boxer! Sukuna x Heiress! reader
warnings!!! - Heavy angst, cheating, Satoru starts off cruel and mean, reader starts off very shy/insecure, yandere Sukuna. This chap - a TON of angst, lots of feelings, very explicit, tension, reader's mom is a bitch, Sukuna is a whole ass YAN in this one and emotions are running high, dual penetration, anal play, anal sex, fingering, teasing, it's a MESS and it's getting messier. 9k WC
one step closer to the poly ending, but there are at LEAST 4 more chaps left, loves. TYSM to @satolune for beta reading, and for @lizatonix for giving me advice!!
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part eight
Sukuna
“Mmm,” Sukuna's hand slides down your side, over your hip as he sucks a nipple into his hot mouth, that dusty rose hair tickling your skin. “Did you miss me, brat?”
“Of course I did,” you whisper, looking at him in this way that destroys him, underneath your lashes with your lips parted, your nails pressing against his skin as you grip his dress shirt. “You’re still hurting from the fight.”
“I’m fine,” he mumbles, forgetting there is a six foot four white haired ass of a man behind you, it’s easy to forget, actually. Forget his existence, dreaming of the moment you get him out of your system – though he for now would apparently have to share you.
It’s Sukuna’s decision – you’d do anything for him, and he already knows that, how submissive and obedient you were. In no world would Sukuna have had bruises on his throat from you, it’s as if you’re two pretty girls in one form. And he loves both sides of you, even if he is the one that’s bringing it all out.
But he knows he could get you to himself with a few words, and you’d listen so good – you always do. Yet ultimately, what sort of regrets would you have? What sort of things would run in your beautiful, tragic mind when you thought back on Satoru Gojo and his pouty, pathetic self. His tragic ™ backstory that he’s sure the three of you all share.
Though yours is the most tragic.
Why wouldn’t you want love from both of them when you were raised with such hatred and disdain? And why wouldn’t he love to see how you open up with the both of them?
He has not seen much of you with Satoru – the brief encounter where you sucked him and gripped his cock races through his mind, but he still wonders more about it. If you look different when you cum for him, how he watches you now respond, arching for Satoru’s touch, your eyes still locked on Sukuna’s.
“I’m here, you know,” Satoru says, biting your neck. You gasp.
“Ow!”
“Attention starved little shit,” Sukuna mumbles, his fingertips dipping between your soft thighs, he finds you already soaking wet, already drenching him as he glides up your slit. "Always so ready for me, aren’t you?"
“Yes,” you whisper, earning another bite from the annoying little jerk behind you. He's practically rutting against your ass and whimpering like a little bitch, but Sukuna can feel how slick you’re getting. “Mnh!”
His rough fingers are brushing over your clit, eliciting a soft little sigh of pleasure from your lips as he begins to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, twitching against him in response. His cock is leaking at the sounds of you, the feel of you, the very scent – as if every bit of you was made to drive him insane.
Sukuna was semi-normal before he met you – he had girls in and out of his bed, but nothing special, nothing serious. Enough to get his cock wet and watch a pretty girl gush down him, he couldn’t really tell you their names, either. He likely was the same level of whore Satoru was.
But, the huge difference?
If he had you as a wife – he would have never done anything with another woman. Even if it was pushed on him, and he wanted to rebel like Satoru did, in no world could Sukuna not want you – not since you walked right into that gym.
Everything changed the moment he caught sight of you.
You lean up and kiss him now, he moans into your mouth in a way that’s utterly pathetic, but it’s simply the effect you had. One that terrified him – because you weren’t even trying, you didn’t even know what you did to him, or clearly to Satoru who is lying right behind you, shifting closer as Sukuna’s tongue slips into your mouth, even in the fucking morning you taste good.
“Hey,” Satoru murmurs against your ear when you pull back, cupping your face, making Sukuna pause his little circles for a moment.
He’s still here.
Shit.
"Don't I get a good morning kiss?" he asks, his voice low, teasing, needy enough to annoy Sukuna to death.
“Mmm, I guess you could get one,” Sukuna smirks, kissing your pretty tit again, continuing his circles and making you tremble.
“Just one? So generous, sweetheart.”
“It is generous,” you turn your head, and his lips move over yours – he has seen it before, but now it’s different than that first time. He’s kissing you with a desperate need, his hand sliding down your back, over the curve of your ass, and between your legs from behind.
You gasp out loud, and Sukuna can literally hear that squelch, your slutty lil cunt taking him in.
Sukuna wishes it turned him off, that he didn’t love feeling you move between the two of them, that he doesn’t find that string of saliva between your mouths attractive.
Maybe it’s just you.
Maybe you’ve ruined Sukuna – not in the way you think, ‘ruining his life’ with your own situations, no.
You’ve ruined the man altogether.
He snatches you back by your chin, kissing you again, harder, deeper, pinching your clit between two fingers and making the filthiest noises escape your lips, Sukuna swallows them up as he hears Satoru’s fingers move inside. He’s annoyed when they brush against him, but not enough to stop his cock from twitching.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs softly, and you eagerly obey, making him smirk just a little bit. “You’re a needy girl, aren’t you? Can’t get enough cock inside?”
“Please,” your whisper is sweet – as if you’re asking for sugar in your coffee, nothing like what was really happening.
Two men fucking you, two men who can’t take how much they want you, two men who would do anything to have you all alone, but yet…
Here they are.
Sukuna groans when your hand slips down his chest, underneath the dress shirt, fingertips gliding up his abdomen and making it tremble. Sukuna – the man who isn’t afraid of shit, who’s beaten up so many people he can’t remember, the man who told his family to fuck themselves – here he is falling apartfrom nothing but your touch.cting as if he’s got it together.
An act.
It was all an act to seem dominant, to seem like he’s in control.
It’s terrifying to realize he has none when it comes to you.
****
You
You’re moaning into Sukuna’s mouth, only to get tugged back to Satoru, the push and pull maddening as two of his long, slender fingers press against your entrance, sliding in with embarrassing ease, you’re so ready. To have them both on you was unexplainable, how ready you were, how needy you were for them both, how their lips moved, their fingers.
All of them.
Sukuna doesn't stop his pretty little patterns on your clit, Satoru’s curving and hitting a new spot from the angle, Sukuna’s tugging your thigh over his hip – spreading you wider. You should feel some sense of shame, some shyness at this, but the only way you really can feel is needy, pretty, desired.
More than that.
It’s the definition of insanity to have them tugging you back and forth for kisses, two men that hated each other long before you came along, both playing your body. The dual stimulation is overwhelming in its intensity, your hips rocking back and forth – to Sukuna on your clit, to Satoru in your slutty little hole.
You want more.
"Greedy little thing," Sukuna chuckles, his voice thick with his lust, kissing down your collarbone, your shoulder, his teeth sharp when they bite you right where Satoru has – as if he wants to make sure you’re marked even more.
"Taking my fingers so well, sweetheart,” Satoru whispers against your ear, his voice maddening, their touch driving you to arch and rock more, the sounds of your pussy echoing with that wet squish and click as they work you. “You love it, hmm? Both of us playing with your slutty little pussy?”
“Mnh,” you don’t answer that, your head falling back against Satoru's shoulder as they work your body together. Sukuna's fingers are rough with calluses, pushing harder and faster against your clit, while Satoru's long, elegant ones fuck into you faster, curling perfectly against that little spongy spot that has you dizzy.
Their heat presses into your skin from both sides, scents surrounding you.
Sukuna’s rich, dark musk– Satoru’s bright– hints of bergamot, the smell of the hints of your arousal sweet and mixing with the two of them as they touch you in tandem, finding a maddening rhythm.
You can't form a single word, nothing coherent, at least – just mumbles and gasps slipping from your swollen lips look into ruby and then azure eyes, both dark with desire.
How could you not feel beautiful, wanted when they look at you like this?
"Look at her," Satoru murmurs against your neck, his fingers pumping in and out of your slick heat with a mean precision he shouldn’t have.
He may not be able to eat pussy yet, but the man sure could use those fingers, they're so fucking long when you arch they hit your puffy cervix, making you cry out, clamping down on him.
"So fucking pretty, hmm?” You feel your cheeks heat up as Satoru whispers, both men kiss against your skin, having you tremble between them,
Sukuna hums in agreement, his free hand coming up to cup your titty, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
"Fuckin’ perfect," he says, the claim clear in his voice, the possessive way he touches you, takes you over.
Addictive.
You're addicted to them.
The pleasure builds higher, that ache in your core spreading, veins burning like you're on fire from their fevered touches, from their fingers brushing against each other, working you together as if they both just know.
Your hands clutch at Sukuna's broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin and earning a hiss as your orgasm is about to hit, so overwhelming you can't breathe. Caught in your throat, heart hammering in your ears, that blood rushing.
"That's it," Satoru whispers, his voice breathy, so intimate as his long fingers are moving faster, pushing you over the edge. "Cum for us, pretty girl."
Pretty girl.
Cum for them.
With a cry you do just fucking that – you shatter, falling apart for their hungry gazes, your cunt convulsing around Satoru's fingers. When that orgasm hits, you can’t even see, your vision blurry as that pleasure makes you dumb. They don't stop – no, they keep just working you through your orgasm, until you're falling into another, and their fingers are slipping.
"Good girl," Sukuna praises, pulling his fingertips off, glistening with you, Satoru does the same, sucking them right off, simultaneously. “How do you want it?”
“I get to pick, hmm?” You bite your lip, tugging up Sukuna’s shirt, so your hand can slip under, brushing over his hard abdomen.
“You can pick which hole I’m in,” you gasp at that, hearing even Satoru chuckle a bit behind you.
“Or pick which I’m in.”
“You both wanna fuck my ass, really?” You look between them then, feeling their heat behind you, Satoru’s already sliding his wet, spit soaked fingers up there, two teasing your ass and pressing. “Oh f-fuck…”
“Even tighter there, god,” he buries his face against your neck as you feel the stretch, Sukuna’s tugging his cock out of his pants, letting it slap his abs, leaking pre and dripping, while Satoru works you faster, fingers buried deep inside.
“We could fuck you just like this,” Sukuna says, kissing up your collar bone, tugging your thigh high up allowing his cock to tease your slit, all the while Satoru is loosening your ass up, hitting some spot that has you whining out. “Gojo, I know you have lube, don’t fuckin’ do that without it.”
“I wouldn’t,” he mumbles now, and you peek back at him.
“Do you have lube?”
“Like twenty bottles,” you and Sukuna laugh, and he scowls. “What!?”
“Twenty!?”
“Sukuna… it’s next to you,” Satoru says, biting your neck again, you gasp at the sharp pain. Sukuna eases back and bends over, tattooed back on full display for your gaze, getting even more blurred with every pump of his fingers.
“I actually do but,” he glares again at Sukuna. “Just get one.”
“Of course you do,” Sukuna lays on his back and taps his lap, you bite down on your lip nervously, straddling him, your slick dripping down his cock, his lips catching yours in a mean little kiss, hands gripping your hips possessively, making you remember his filthy words in the locker room.
“Would breed you over and over, fuck… imagine.”
Satoru squirts a generous amount of lube on his fingers, kneeling behind you as Sukuna lifts you up, your hands bracing on his chest, sinking inch by inch onto his thick cock, gasping out as it fills you up. “Mngh…”
“Love watching myself,” he mumbles, ruby eyes dark, his hand sliding over your tummy, pressing so he can feel his cock print move from outside. “What would you do if I got her pregnant first?”
“You won’t,” Satoru smirks as he fingers your hole again, something intimate and careful with how he’s working you, sighing and closing his eyes, nuzzling against your neck. “I put so much into her last night, you know.”
Sukuna’s hands squeeze hard now, you suck in a breath at just how hard and bruising of a grip he gives you. “Ah!”
“Oh yeah?” He eyes the mess you’re making when he lifts you up and down him. “Bet I put more in her today.”
Satoru’s working you looser and looser, until it starts to feel so good, and never did you think you’d be sandwiched right between the two men – two men at all, you – a good girl before, raised to be obedient and subservient, riding your boyfriend’s cock, while your husband is stroking his cock. You hear his little intake of breath when his tip nudges your ass, then, slipping up and down, squirting even more lube.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks then, as you tense just a bit – there’s no mocking or cruelty, not when he cups your face, nose brushing against yours, lips a breath away, pressing. “Need more work up?”
“I wouldn’t know,” you admit, gasping when you feel your clit being rubbed, seeing Sukuna’s thumb working, having you gush down his cock.
“Focus on this,” he says, soft almost, you lean forward a bit.
“Arch,” Satoru orders, you listen just like you did last night – body on some instinct, greedy and wanting to be full of them both. His tip nudges right past that tight little ring, you’re stretched in the sluttiest way, then. “Look at me.”
“Mmm,” you barely manage to look as he turns your chin to face him. “Satoru…”
“Relax, don’t wanna hurt you,” his words are quiet and breathy as he kisses you, hands on your waist, as Sukuna’s are on your hips. Four hands, twenty fingers, all touching you together.
“Feels good,” you admit – it does, the pain, the burn when he moans and eases in just a bit more, and Sukuna tugs you down, your hair falling like a curtain to the side, that shirt you’re wearing slipped up and thrown over your head, baring you to both of them. “Kuna…”
“You’re takin’ us so good,” his praise has you dripping more, Satoru’s thickness stretching you to the point of tears, you’re sniffling as he leans back, pulling out and then sinking just a little deeper. “Made to be filled, huh? Bred in all your holes?”
“Y-yes,” with Sukuna you’re like this – sweet, agreeing, but you know if Satoru asked, you’d be a brat – you wouldn’t admit it, but how easy and gentle he is back there has your mind fuzzy. You peek back, biting your lower lip as he eases into your unused hole again, his blue eyes bright as they look at you.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, pausing as he sees your tears, you shake your head, sniffling.
“J-just stay for a minute,” you whisper, nails pressing into Sukuna’s chest, Satoru’s fingertips slip down your spine soothingly, as he nods, and you try to relax, having Sukuna turn your chin to have you kiss him again.
Are you really this greedy, that you’re going to have them both cum inside? That you’re going to have them ruin your holes, that you love the way they’re both touching, kissing, moving inside?
You are.
*****
Satoru
Satoru watches you, your back is arched against him with your hole being split apart by his cock, slick with that lube – he pours even more, sinking into that tiny hole again. Gripping him like a vice – his own baby blue eyes are rolling back in his skull every time he sinks just a little deeper into you.
But it's more than that, more than just how tight you are – how fucking good you feel, how pretty you are drooling, with your tears.
No – it’s the feeling of you against him, the way you trust him enough to let him take you this way, to let him take this from you – your first time there, knowing he doesn’t even deserve it. Doesn’t deserve anything, yet you still do – if he was a better person he’d tell you that you should leave him, be with Sukuna who clearly fucking adores you, it’s written on his dumb face.
Yet how can Satoru do that when he’s fallen so fucking far? When you have sunk into his mind, his body, fuck – last night you spit in his mouth – you choked him as you fucking rode him, used him. Satoru Gojo, always dominant, was falling apart underneath you as you used his cock to come again and again.
If he didn’t love you before, he knows he does when he catches sight of you kissing Sukuna, of him that close to you, holding and touching you like that? It should turn him off, sharing you, but he wants you so goddamn bad it doesn’t.
If anything it makes Satoru want to work that much harder to fill you, to wrap an arm around your waist, burying his face for just a moment and inhaling that scent mixing with Sukuna’s. He wishes that turned him off too, but if anything he wants to fuck you that much better, to ruin you on his cock till you’re babbling and dumb.
Every time Sukuna thrusts up into your cunt, you clench around his cock, making him tense up, trying not to bust. He pumped three loads into your cunt last night but he couldn’t stop from his balls getting heavy again, maddening the effect you have on both men without knowing, just looking back at him in the way that makes him ache.
Satoru leans back and spits on his length as he pulls back, tip coated in the glistening lubricant – you don’t even need it, he just wants to watch his bubbly spit sink inside you, feeling you tense up again, his lips moving as he stays still, letting Sukuna move your body.
“You all right?”
“Y-yes,” you whisper, leaning back against him again as he presses forward, his lips against your ear. Not just possessive, these feelings – they’re protective, which should be laughable.
Imagine Gojo protecting you when he was the one who hurt you.
Yet he can’t help it, as he eases in and out, feeling that tight fit, the little clenching as you stretch around him. Satoru wants to ruin you as much as he wants to fix what he fucking did, wants you to fall apart so he can put you back together. Even he has never felt anything close to it, to take it so easy with a girl like he was right now.
Of course he hates that Sukuna is here – hates the smug look on his face as he watches you, the way his hands are all over the very body Satoru wants to possess entirely, the way his cock is already inside your cunt. How he got to take you first, claiming a part of you Satoru couldn’t have.
He feels that – the fucking rage as much as he feels that heady desire, the need to pump you full, mixing with the maddening urges to kiss you.
It’s too much, when you look at him like that, with your lidded eyes and your lashes lowered. Your lips parted. You turn your head, face flushed and tears trailing from the corners of your eyes right down your pretty cheeks, irises all fucked out and glittering in a way they shouldn’t for him, as he sinks even deeper.
"Satoru..." Any irritation about how Sukuna grabs you just... melts, when you look at him like that – when your voice trembles, and your lips reach out for a kiss. Satoru does kiss you, trying to pour all the fucking feelings he has that he can’t say for shit, knowing it would hurt you both.
What he feels for you – what he did to you, what he regrets, how fucking furious he is at Sukuna, the overwhelming feelings he has for you, all spilling as he shoves his entire cock inside you, feeling Sukuna through you, as he pauses too, letting you try to take all of him.
“Ah! Too much,” you mumble, thighs shaking, the two men rubbing your thighs gently, brushing your hair back, murmuring your name.
"Relax, don't wanna hurt you," he murmurs against your lips, forcing himself to halt despite every cell in his body screaming to move, to fuck into your tight little hole until you forget your own name, but he forces himself to be gentle, to kiss across your neck and stay there. “Just breathe, yeah?”
“If it’s too much…”
“I can take it,” you whisper now, letting Sukuna lean up and kiss you, messy as you relax underneath their touches. “It’s a lot…”
“You’re doing such a good job,” Sukuna tells you, Satoru’s grip tightens just a bit for a moment, still buried and not moving, until you arch back just a bit, whining out and turning to him again, kissing Satoru in a way you really shouldn’t.
Spitting in his mouth was really already better than you should give him, but sweet kisses as you trust him, as he works you open carefully, his fingers running soothing little circles down your waist, letting you get used to it – never has he felt like this, just fucking or even sharing.
This is different from last night, even, so intimate Satoru himself is trembling inside of you – when you finally give a shaky nod for him to move again, he waits for the okay, feeling you grip him. He can feel Sukuna's thick cock through the thin wall of your body, and the friction is maddening whether he wants to admit it or now, every time Satoru pushes in, Sukuna pulls out.
The two men somehow work you perfect despite hating each other, Sukuna will fuck your pussy with filthy, loud smacks as Satoru waits, then he’ll rub your clit and pin you down, and Satoru will move. He’s easier with you, careful, reaching around to take over rubbing your clit while Sukuna sucks your pretty nipples into his mouth, seeing that bulge move.
Satoru knows his eyes are locked on your stomach, dark, black with desire.
He’d be dumb not to notice that man worships you to the point of insanity, but how could he not?
The two men take over your body as you fall apart between them, gushing down Sukuna and clamping down when you shatter.
You’re mumbling their names as he watches your pretty face, sees you losing yourself to it, head falling back on his shoulder, mouth open and slack, drool just spilling as they both take you over.
"Look at you," Sukuna groans, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined, where your slick is pooling down his belly button. "Taking both of us so fucking well. Your greedy little holes are just sucking us in, huh?"
“Mngh,” his words make you clench around him and Satoru, making both of them let out slutty little moans. “Feels s’good I…”
"Feel that?" Satoru murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, leaving goosebumps on your skin, his words so quiet only you can hear. "Feel how deep I am? Can you, sweetheart?
You answer with a little nod, Sukuna sits up, working your body, both men fucking you faster, the sounds utterly debauched in Satoru’s room.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” you barely whisper. “Yes, c-can feel you…”
“Took this first, hah,” he’s toxic then, but you don’t scowl or argue, letting him be possessive. “He got your pretty lil cunt, yeah? That’s okay, baby, I’ll fuckin’ ruin you till you forget him.”
“Mnh…”
Satoru’s lost in you, hearing Sukuna mutter just about the same as he is, the two men pushing and pulling till they cum inside both your holes, filling you so full, you’re dripping in a little sheen of sweat as they ease out, both of those holes stretched and drooling white. Satoru gathers the mess and toys with you where you’re sensitive, feeling you twitch between them as you come down, and they’re both kissing you carefully, soothing you.
Satoru has never felt whatever the fuck you do to him, but every time it’s more intimate – it’s more intense, his snowy lashes fluttering against your neck as his breaths rush on your skin.
“Am I getting breakfast?”
“Sukuna!” You giggle and Satoru snorts, rolling his eyes.
“How can you think of breakfast with her here like this?” Satoru’s words make you pause a bit, your hands gripping his wrists tightly, leaning back just a bit.
“Well I’m hungry, fuck I just had a match,” he chuckles at your little look. “Do I have to order?”
“I’ll cook, I just need help getting up so I can clean off,” Sukuna picks your ass up and carries you toward the bathroom, and your eyes meet Gojo’s, biting down on your lower lip as you study him, before burying your face.
That look.
******
Sukuna
“So,” Sukuna looks at you as you box in your cute little pink gloves, focusing by worrying your lower lip, your eyes looking up to him now.
“So?” You ask, stopping the punching and resting a bit on the bag, Sukuna can see the muscles forming in your arms from all your work, he wants to trace the bicep there but you’re around people.
That’s when it hits – the truth, the real fucking pain that cuts him, when he’s not lost inside you or alone with you. Even alone with Satoru, he can be with you how he wants, but in public?
There was nothing you two could do to rouse any suspicion, even in the gym he tried to keep it formal, until he could finger your pretty cunt in the locker room, until he could steal a kiss until you’re breathless. The two of you are achingly careful. Trying to appear that you’re just friends, especially with you having been spotted at the boxing match – though luckily no one saw you actually with Sukuna.
Yet the pain of knowing Satoru could touch you and hold you all he wanted ate him alive, that he could just be so close, and no one would ever say a thing. You were his wife, you had his last fucking name – Gojo.
Your last name was Gojo.
And with every encounter, he can tell the feelings for Satoru grow, though he can feel them growing for him too, he can tell every time you’re near him you’d do anything and everything. It would take him to softly tell you to leave Satoru, and you’d figure it the fuck out for Sukuna – you gave him everything.
That’s why he couldn’t take the choice away from you.
“What is it, Kuna?” You ask now, your dumb little nickname he loves so goddamn much, he sighs, stepping closer and turning you, acting as if he’s guiding you into a good form when all he wants to do is touch you.
“You wanna work here?” You giggle at that, looking back at him. “I’m deadass – why are you laughing?”
“I’d love to work here, what!?” You keep giggling, losing your form until Sukuna chuckles a bit, shaking his head. “Doing what?”
“You can help me run numbers, it’s not my best. Wasn’t that your degree?”
“You know what I graduated in?” You ask, blinking a bit – Sukuna has to remember you have no clue the deep dive he did on you.
He could be called obsessed.
Sukuna couldn’t help but want to know every fucking bit about you – including that you were top of your class in business, he’s sure your parents made you take those courses, but your GPA was impeccable. You’re blinking a bit as his hands go to your shoulders, positioning them.
“You wanted to work, you told me before…”
“I do! I’m so nervous, I never have. Is that insane?”
“No, it’s just you weren’t ever supposed to,” he breathes out now. “I wasn’t supposed to beat the shit out of your parents either, but…”
“Kuna!”
He grins as you elbow him playfully. “I’m also not supposed to fuck married women, hmm?”
“You’re awful,” you pout now, shoving him and then realizing people are still around, even if the gym is closing. “You can’t say that so loud.”
“I’d love to fuck you right here,” you suck in a breath. “But I can’t even fucking touch you, can I?”
You blink back tears for just a moment, stepping back as if you were slapped, Sukuna curses, shaking his head. “I need to…”
You step away, rushing off as he realizes what he’d just said – he hadn’t meant for those words to spill, he’s not some emotional man – fuck, before you he had no relationships. No cares other than who would be sucking his cock, maybe who would entertain him for a few months, but nothing was like this – maddening, insanity, the need for more of you.
When you weren’t even his.
Sukuna tries to give it a moment so it doesn’t look more suspicious, before walking back, tugging you into his office before you can make it to the locker room, shutting the door behind you. “Don’t run away, brat – I didn’t mean it bad towards you, okay?”
“I hurt you,” your whisper breaks him, your lips trembling, tears slipping down your cheeks, taking several shaky breaths as he cups your face, and your hands come to his wrists, those gloves falling to the floor off your arm. “I do hurt you.”
“Stop worrying about me,” you sniffle, tears falling, shaking your head again. “I fucking swear to god, you’re going to get your ass beat until it’s covered in my handprints, actin’ like a brat.”
“Stop trying to cheer me up,” your eyes shut now, tears falling. “I just hurt both of you. Don’t I?”
“No, and why the fuck do you care if you hurt him anyway?” Sukuna tilts your chin up now. “You aren’t the one hurting me.”
“You are hurt that you can’t touch me, like this…” you put a hand on his chest. “That we have to sneak around.”
“It’s just… fuck this,” he pulls back, cursing – hating the simpering mess you’ve made of him in the short time, walking towards his desk with his hands on it, feeling you walk up, a hand on his back gently. “Just go.”
“Do you really want me to go? Or do you want me to work for you?” He sighs, looking back at you, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face against him now. “I want to work with you.”
“Don’t.”
“Sukuna!”
“Just go home,” you bury your face again. “Confusing little brat. Swear to god you annoy the shit out of me sometimes.”
“You love it,” you mumble. “You love me.”
“Yes I love you,” he sighs and tries to disentangle himself, switching your positions so you’re pressed on his desk now, cupping your face. “Love you so much I let that dumb, white haired fuck have you too.”
You take a little breath, sighing now, as he tugs your shorts up your thighs, hands on your ass, lifting you like it’s nothing and propping you on the desk, he leaned low. “I told you that this is enough for me.”
“Is it?”
“I love you, Sukuna,” he looks down at you, tilting your chin up.
“What do you feel for Gojo, then?”
“It’s so complicated, I don’t… I feel too… there’s too much, the two of you, splitting me in half. I feel like I’m only giving you half of me, and you deserve a whole person.”
He pauses then, letting your tears fall. “You think I wouldn’t take half of you over any other person?”
“How’s it fair to you?”
“I want your half, your whole, every little piece I can get,” he laughs now, cruel as he grips your chin too tight. “I can’t not fucking have you and you exist.”
“Then why do you push me away?”
Sukuna says nothing, kissing you now, a softer kiss than he ever gives you, letting you sigh into his mouth. “I’m not.”
“You told me to go,” you kiss him back, thighs pressed on either side of his hips. “I don’t want you to hurt over me.”
Sukuna can’t take thinking of not having you, he can’t think of you finding your feelings for Gojo to be more than him, to lose you to him – to lose you altogether. Better for him to have the part in it, the control over the woman he can’t stand the thought of ever not seeing – fuck, even a night without you was torture.
“You’re fine, brat… was just thinking,” your lashes flutter shut as he studies you, calloused thumb brushing your lip. “Too loud, didn’t mean to say the shit.”
“I don’t want us to be a secret either,” you admit, eyes opening slowly now. “As for right now, I can’t see a way to-”
“It’s fine, I’m fine,” he lies, and you clearly know it, tears spilling again, making him tense. “Stop crying, now.”
“You can’t just tell me to stop!?”
“Yeah I can, you listen to what I say,” you bite your lip hard, Sukuna tugs it out from your teeth. “You haven’t done shit wrong. Aside from letting him fuck your ass before I got to.”
“Sukuna!” You giggle even through your tears, and he scowls. “Are you serious right now?”
“Very, should have been me,” he kisses you, pressing your back against his desk, hand gripping yours, lips moving down your throat as your hands find their way to his rosy locks, entangling in them. “All of your firsts should be me.”
“You got my throat, my… pussy,” he laughs at how cutely you say that, like it shouldn’t be said. “What!”
“You’re adorable,” he mumbles, leaning up and kissing your cheeks, as the affection and protective way he feels ruins him further.
Sukuna is so in love it makes him fucking sick.
“You got those, you’re so greedy you wanted that too?” You tease, trying to hold it together, clearly, Sukuna hums, tilting his head, as his necklace dangles against your skin, you touch it carefully between your fingers, eyes dazed.
“I wanted your first kiss too,” he admits softly, nuzzling your nose. “I want to be the first for everything, yes – I don’t care if it’s toxic. I want to get you pregnant, want you to be my fucking wife.”
“Sukuna…” You gasp now.
“I know that’s not happening, not yet…” he says quietly, kissing you deeper, needier. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Doesn’t mean I won’t take it the very moment that dumb little shit fucks up, I’ll take you away from him so goddamn fast. Make you disappear."
“Y-you… mngh…” He’s kissing down your chest, as he loses his mind, huge hands taking over your pretty tits, squishing them as he grinds himself against you, feeling your heat. “Disappear?”
“Tell your parents you died, take you the fuck away,” he sighs now, nuzzling your nose with his, like he’s not being insane. “I would do it, princess. So fucking fast – I’d tell him you died, too, if you didn’t love him so much.”
“I…” you can’t answer it, his teeth sink into your skin as your thighs grip his slutty waist. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“Am I?” He grins now, and watches your face flush, your lips part. “I’d do anything to keep you the fuck away from them.”
“I have to see them tomorrow,” you mumble, gasping when his grip tightens. “I know…”
“You wet because I said I’d tell everyone you’re dead? Or because I’d kidnap you, huh?” You don’t answer, just kept dripping more until you soak his gym shorts. “Slutty little brat, just for me… I would keep you to myself.”
“Sukuna…” You just kiss him again, when a knock comes from the door, you pause, eyes widening – as it once again hits him.
You’re not his to the public.
How will he handle seeing the news, the press of you and Gojo at some get together tomorrow?
He eases off you, setting your clothes right before he answers the door, leaning down to brush your hair back behind your ear. “You think about working for me.”
It’s selfish, really.
Sukuna just wants more of you.
*****
You
You’re at a charity function that weekend with Satoru, but this is different than the last one, there was no awkward silence in the limo, he was peeking at his phone as you texted Sukuna, sighing and having you look curiously.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, he’d rolled his eyes.
“Just Jennifer trying to see me again, I don’t know how much more clear I could be about it,” you had tensed a bit.
“You know, since I’m with Sukuna I can’t tell you not to be with them, even though I felt she was coming at me a certain way-”
“I don’t want her.”
You blinked a bit at that. “Not at all?”
“No, I want whatever parts of you I can have before you’re gone,” he had cupped your face, eyes looking down at your lips as the limo drove quietly in the night, you had bit your lower lip, sighing.
“You can’t say things like that, Satoru…”
“No?”
“No,” you’d given in, leaning in first for that kiss – ones he usually stole, but in that moment how could you not? “Mmm, Satoru I…”
“Shh,” he kept kissing you, until you were on his lap, his hand sliding up the small of your back, where it was bare from your dress, you felt your heart hammer in your chest. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
“You shh,” he snorted a bit at that, kissing you again as your arm wrapped around his neck, a hand slipping up along his undercut, brushing the silky strands there and arching your hips. “I see why you were such a whore, talking like that to all your girls.”
He paused, blinking and leaning back, looking up at you carefully. “You are pretty, you’ve always been. Always too good for me.”
You had paused, breath caught in your throat, the emotions so thick you could hardly stand him in that moment. “Why did you do all this?”
He was quiet, looking down, but you had taken his chin in your hand, looking down into pretty blue eyes full of pain, full of self loathing. “I wanted you to have your own choice – and you got it.”
You laughed, shaking your head at him. “But we… you had… this, is it just physical to you?”
“If it was – it would be fucking easy,” he murmured, a hushed, angry whisper hot against your lips. “I wish that I just wanted to fuck you, and that’s all it was – not the torture you put me through.”
“Me torturing you!?” You laughed then, a mean little one that has his brows lowered, eyes narrowed, fingers pressing in the curve of your waist until you cry out softly. Satoru sat up straighter, tugging you against his chest. “That’s insane, do you know what you fucking did to me?”
“If you were smart, you’d leave me for Sukuna,” you slapped him, a harsh, loud little sound that had him turning his head, the red blossoming. “You wouldn’t let me touch you at all. You wouldn’t look at me the way you do.”
“I am smart, thank you very fucking much – I’m only dumb when it comes to…” You had trailed off then. “Whatever the fuck this is.”
You couldn’t say the words, the ones trapped in your throat – You love him, and you hate him.
So fucking much.
“You’re such a mean little girl with me,” he says, laughing now, the sound bitter as he pins you against him, taking your wrists and pressing them behind your back, taking you over. “So sweet with your ‘Kuna’ though, yeah?”
“He’s sweet to me,” Satoru had pouted, you’d itched to smack him again, enjoying the red on his cheek.
“I could be sweet to you,” he’d kissed up your jaw, lips brushing your ear until you had trembled, cunt slick underneath your panties like a betrayal. “If you’d ever let me be, but it’s too late, isn’t it?”
“The only one who keeps saying it’ll end is you,” you blinked hot tears, his sigh tickling your skin. “You wanted it to end before it started.”
“Do you really wanna know what I feel, sweetheart? Could you actually even handle hearing it?”
You had said nothing, letting him keep your arms pinned, as he had pulled back and looked at you desperately, sighing and using his other hand to grip under your chin, fingers on either side of your windpipe. The limo wasparked, but you had sat there longer than you should have, as Satoru again tore you into pieces by merely existing in your atmosphere.
The thoughts of that are rampant, the way his hand is on your waist tonight, as you both mingle – seeing your parents, seeing the press out front. Satoru dances with you tonight, even as you glare up at him, he doesn’t look at another – a stark contrast from the first time you danced.
With his fingers glistening with another woman.
You haven’t forgotten – no, you remember it all. Yet with every dip and move, every spin and hold, every murmur in your ear and brush against your skin, you feel his desire. You feel the want, the need – so desperate from him, even if he hasn’t said the words like Sukuna did.
I’d tell them you died.
Sukuna was insane – but you loved him for it.
Satoru was damaged – and you still love him.
Even if you can’t say those damn words to Gojo, scared to give him that power, terrified to hurt again and more afraid to hurt him and Sukuna – they’re there, when Sukuna had asked you.
What do you feel for Gojo?
What did you feel, besides split in half – two versions of you love two different men, and the love is different, it’s not stronger for one or the other. Just because Sukuna’s seemed easier, it didn’t make it less – and just because the hatred for Satoru lingered, didn’t mean you loved him less.
You’re lost in thought as Satoru has to mingle, and you’re sipping on a bubbly glass of champagne, when something grips your wrist, and the drops glitter onto the tile floor below. You gasp out at it, blinking rapidly, and you look up to see your mother, dragging you as far away as she can, the glass falling to the ground in the haste, crashing and splitting into pieces.
“Mother… I…”
“Shut your mouth,” she has you in a quiet hall, out of sight – and you feel so small then, like you always did.
No matter how much love you felt, no matter how strong Sukuna tries to make you, every memory of her punishment leaves you stuck, unable to move, like your feet were glued to the very floor in those pretty heels.
You still were afraid of her.
“What is it?” You try to hold it together, and she laughs – a mean, sharp sound.
“You think everyone didn’t see you at that match?” Your mother leans low towards you, her jaw setting.
“I just…”
“Slut,” her words are sharp, they slap you hard – so hard you struggle to get it together at all. “I can’t believe Gojo deals with you.”
“You have no clue about our relationship,” you whisper now, as her hand tightens on your wrist, her manicured nails pressing in. “You don’t know anything about me or Satoru.”
“I know he lets you fuck the town, hmm?” You laugh sharply, shaking your head. “You’re not worthy of someone like him – but even you shouldn’t sink as low as Ryomen Sukuna.”
“Are you mad that he beat dad up? Ah,” she smacks you then with a quick movement of her hand, and you tremble as the pain hits, stinging your cheeks with this brutal, lingering burn.
“Shut up you stupid little bitch,” your nails press into your palms, trying to tug away from her. “Just because Gojo deals with you for now, doesn’t mean you won’t become our problem when he kicks you aside. The shame you’ll bring to us.”
The truth of that does hit – at some point, Satoru was ending the marriage, whether you two were like before – hating each other, or now…
What were you now?
Now he had been inside you, all your holes had been full of his cum, and he’d kissed you in ways he shouldn’t have. Offering a position at his company, even, meant perhaps he’d push it off a bit, mitigate the damage of such a quick divorce, his thought process must also be skewed with everything.
Yet the pain of thinking of never seeing him again fills you, this dread in the pit of your stomach growing, you can’t handle it suddenly, as much as you wanted to leave him before, now everything has changed. There were too many moments, too much between you for you not to be sad when the day comes, even though you will have Sukuna.
You love two men, and the ways they make you feel are completely different – submissive and sweet with Sukuna, dominant and bratty with Satoru, both of them pulling these things out of you that you never knew were there, that you never really acknowledged could exist. How could you have any semblance of a normal life when they’ve both crashed into you?
Now Satoru has forgone any other woman – when he doesn’t have to, but even now you catch sight of him walking by, his eyes immediately darting to your face, his jaw tensing. You step back just a bit and your mom steps forward, not noticing Satoru walking up behind her.
You give an imperceptible shake of your head, as if to stop him, when she takes that wrong, raising her hand again for Satoru to grip her wrist, halting her.
“Excuse me!? I,” she looks back now and pales visibly– she surely thought the two of you were all alone over here. “I was…”
“Get. Your. Hands. Off her.” Satoru's words are quiet, this faint blue vein pressing from his temple.
“I simply am looking out for your reputation,” she says, letting him lower her hand. “She was seen at that boxing match.”
“Seen what, enjoying it? Enjoying boxing?”
“That will never do, and what is with this talk of her working?!”
“She wants to,” Satoru looks at you now, his smile sad. “If she wants to work, why can't she?”
“Not at the gym!”
“Then she can work part-time with me too,” he says smoothly, laughing softly now. “I am in need of an assistant.”
****
Satoru
It takes everything in Gojo not to kill your mother, not to act up and ruin her life, for hitting your pretty face. He can hardly hold himself together, seeing the surprise on your face, expecting a no. Expecting anything other than the relief in your face, how you clutch at your dress so tightly, reminding him of the night your dad split your lip.
He should have been the one to beat him.
“I could do that,” you say now – surprising him more. Your mom sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Surely that would look good? Me working with the Gojo corp?”
She looks at Satoru, who tugs you against him, wrapping an arm around your waist, feeling the tenseness of your body, how you tremble – why couldn’t he have protected you then, at their house? Why couldn’t he have done more, why did he let you alone with them?
He barely knew you then – but the writing was on the wall, if they treated you like this in public…
What had they done in private?
“Keep your gym job a secret, then,” she orders, you quietly nod. “Gojo is better than you deserve. What a waste of-”
“Why don’t you stop talking to my fucking wife that way?” Satoru cuts her off, and her lips close. “The only waste is you, here, waste of my fucking time.”
“Gojo, surely you-”
“Get away from her, and don’t let me fucking see you or your shit husband anywhere near her,” she steps back. “Go.”
She scoffs and stomps off, leaving you alone with Satoru, when he holds your face gingerly, wincing as he sees her ring left a mark. “You didn’t have to do any of that, Satoru.”
“I should have done more that night,” you go to disagree, but he cuts you off, kissing your lips, feeling you melt for him in a way you shouldn’t. Yet here you are, going weak in his hold. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
You sniffle, dragging him down for a kiss, he stumbles over to the wall, pressing you against it, sliding a possessive hand over your waist, tongue slipping in, taking over your mouth. You just cry out, in a way that has him ready to ruin you right against this wall, uncaring of anyone – other than he didn’t want anyone to even see you like that.
He already had to share you with one person.
“Fuck, forget this,” you say then, and he frowns, as you tug him by his tie, glaring at him. “I love you.”
He blinks then, words stuck in his throat. “Forget it?”
“Forget it,” you say again, he glares, kissing you and picking you up, until you’re in a bathroom, facing a mirror, him turning you so you can see him behind you. “Satoru we… can’t, we…”
“Forget it?” He says again, laughing darkly, kissing up your neck, wrapping an arm as he presses you against the marble counter. “You want me to fucking forget that you just said that?”
“Yes,” your eyes flutter shut, and Satoru bites your shoulder so hard it hurts. “Ah! You dick!”
“Do you not mean it?” He asks, voice a breathy little moan. “Open your eyes and fucking look at me.”
“I shouldn’t,” you do focus, then, your pretty eyes dark – pupils wide, as the words play over and over in his mind. “I shouldn’t say that.”
“You shouldn’t love me,” his voice breaks before he can stop it, sliding your dress up achingly slowly, pressing against you, feeling you tremble. “You know you shouldn’t.”
“Shut up, Satoru,” you turn your face, still reddened from your mother. “You act like I want to feel this way about you.”
“I know you don’t, sweetheart,” he says softly, hitching your thigh up over the counter, fingertips sliding along the slit of your panties, watching your head fall back against his chest. “You hate that you do.”
“Just fuck me,” you whisper, gasping out as he tugs your panties aside, and you’re already dripping wet. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Satoru eyes you levelly in the mirror instead, sinking two fingers inside your needy cunt, the one that is already gripping him, tacky walls so tight. “I can’t forget that. I won’t.”
“You have to…”
“No,” he sighs, inhaling your scent, his eyes catching yours in the mirror, moving his fingers inside you faster, watching you start to fall apart.
How could Satoru ever forget those words?
When he shouldn’t have ever gotten them? When he’s never gotten them in his entire life?
An ‘I love you’ from the one person who should hate him the most.
How can he forget, just fuck you, when he has to have you– possess you, take you over, in a way that’s insanity, in a way that has him whispering things he never fucking thought he would – your name, with a little laugh, over and over. He keeps repeating it softly, fingers plunging in and out of you – everything forgotten but this one singular moment.
Where he whispers those three words right back in your ear.
“I’ll take my time…” He says, laughing again, moaning as he feels you gushing, tightening up. “Savor every moment of you that I get.”
synopsis . Thigh riding with your boyfriend. content . afab!reader, established relationship, teasing, he's kinda mean, slight size kink, degradation, praise, etc. (this is a repost from kamitv)
Your boyfriend makes you drag your drooling pussy all over the expanse of thick thigh while he's leaning back—manspread like some slut—against the couch with hungry eyes and a mean grip on your hips, just for fun.
Groaning a teasing, "You look so fuckin' pretty on me like this," as if he wasn't using you like some sort of entertainment right now.
He loved watching the way your gorgeous face twisted up all needly and nothing satisfied him more than gifting your hand a rude smack when you tried to grab at his cock.
Some fuckin' nerve you had.
Here he was trying to be nice, complimenting you, and let you get off all prettily on his thigh but you wanted to be greedy and reach for his dick instead? Suguru scoffed at you and sliped one of his hands in between your lewdly parted legs just to pinch your clit and listen to the way you whine.
Scoffing at your whole dramatic display, "Aw, what's the matter now, you mad?" He'd go on and tease, just to earn that frustrated pout of yours and smile at the sight.
You'd frown at him fully and your nails would go digging into the skin of his arm where your hand was holding onto, "When I said I wanted to ride you... this isn't what I meant, Suguru."
Your boyfriend only makes the most delighted expression that manages to piss you off even more before he says, "You should've been more specific then, huuuh?" in that mocking tone he knows you hate love so much.
To which you groan and jerk your hips forward as if to make some kind of point. Not that it helps much with the way he steels that hand on your hip and forces your cunt to grind smoothly over the slick mess you've already made on his naked thigh.
And he'd start flexing the muscles of his leg, making sure you really feel the pressure in between your sloppy folds. The whole act makes his cock ache and throb beneath the confines of his boxers but for right now, he couldn't care less. Not when he's got you moaning from his leg alone and making the filthiest expressions even as you complained about how much you "hated" this.
"C'mon, admit it. You're just as into this as I am," Suguru purrs, as if he can't literally feel the way you're sobbing all over his leg—slick dripping down his skin and wetting up all of his thigh. You were literally leaving a trail of arousal on his leg right now so it's not like you could sit there and try to play it off like you didn't agree to do this in the first place. "You're glaring at me like your pussy's not leaking all over the place right now."
You grit your teeth and let your eyes shoot elsewhere. You so desperately wanted to argue him down and deny deny deny the fact that you were actually about to cum from this but, of course, you couldn't exactly do that. Especially not with the way Suguru presses his thumb against your clit just as you roll your hips forward.
"Fuck-," You gasped before your forehead was meeting his shoulder and you began grinding harder against him.
"Uhuh, thereee she is. There's my slutty girl," Suguru taunts—again, as if he didn't place you here himself—a lazy smirk drawing itself onto his flawless features. Then he's turning his lips to your ear and moving both of his hands back to your hips to drag you against him slower, "I missed you like this, baby. So fuckin' needy against me."
You can't help the way your cunt clenches against his thigh when he says that. Not to mention the way he angles your hips to slip backwards and how he motions his leg up and rubs against your clit again. "Goddamnit, Suguru. This.. ah-, this isn't what I w-wanted." You manage to complain as you fight the fluttering of your lashes.
"Yeahh? Poor girlll." Suguru chastises against the crown of your ear. You feel the way his warm breath tickles your skin and he decides to taunt you further with a mean smack to your ass, making you jump a bit in surprise. He scoffs, " You wanted to ride my cock sooo badly, didn't you?"
Groaning again, "You know I did," You whine as your back arches a bit.
Suguru merely cocks his head to the side and looks down at the way you're clinging to him.
He could feel every twitch and nasty trickle of arousal that poured out against his leg so, it's only natural that he flashes that sly knowing smile again, "Oh, is that why you're cumming on my leg right now?"
Sometimes you hated how well he knew your body.
The way he could feel you getting even messier against him was almost more annoying than the situation itself. So, you end up searing into his shoulder, "Shut up-"
"You don't want me to," Suguru cuts off rudely, and of course his smile widens when he hears the sloppy squelch your cunt makes in reaction. "Not with the way I can feel that pussy dripping allll over me. Fuuuck, lean back, pretty girl. I wanna see her."
Do you deny Suguru? Of course not. You don't think you've ever denied this man of anything in your entire life and you damn sure weren't about to start now.
Your upper half leans back oh-so-gorgeously and you catch the way his cock jumps in reaction. Now that makes you smile, hands going back to keep yourself propped up perfectly on his leg as your eyes lowered on the sight of your starved boyfriend and your hips picked up their pace.
Suguru tips his head to the side slowly and his hands dance up and down your body slowly, "So perfect f'me." He whispers, trailing those violet eyes down your figure and pressing his leg up again jsut to watch your folds part nastily, cunt aching against him. "God, maybe I should've put you on my cock instead..."
"Ya' think?" You huff, earning a telling look from him.
"Don't get smart with me, you'd need me to stretch you out on my fingers before that anyway." Suguru argues, scoffing at your confidence. He maneuvers a hand to your ass before lifting you up ever so slightly to catch sight of the sticky muddle of cum you've left there. "Mmh..." He hums deeply, "Can't think of a single time you've taken every inch of me without complaints."
Then he sets you back down and smacks your ass again. To which you're left gasping before a sneaky smile sparks across your lips, "Moaning isn't complaining by the way. Not my fault you're fuckin' huge."
Suguru knew what you were doing when you said that.
Hell, his cock was practically crying to feel you by this point, leaking whorishly against his sweats. He tries to play it off by clearing his throat and raising a brow, "Are you talking like that on purpose so you can get what you want outta' me?"
Your smile widens, "Maybe."
You knew you had him now.
Hence why he scoffs almost immediately and rolls his eyes all sassily before saying, "Well, it's working. Lift those fuckin' hips."
banner art from “Toile No Jimiko To Omukae No Gokusotsu” || perm suguru tags (1/2):
synopsis: you never meant to get in the middle of a marriage. but when you're caught between your beautiful best friend and the king she was forced to wed, you find your position as a maid-turned-concubine particularly challenging - especially when he begins demanding an heir from one of you. can gojo keep you all to herself? or will everything else keep getting in the way?
pairing: queen!gojo x concubine!reader (x king!geto)
wc: 20.7k
content: mdni. angst + smut, medieval setting, FEM!JO!!!, YURI YURI YURI!!!, lots of yearning and pining, intense jealousy, loathing, childhood crushes, gojo is obsessed, yandere!femjo tbh, piv sex, character death, trauma, reader is suffering, heavy angst, fear of being abandoned, cold and conniving gojo, but she's also a sweet puppy for her girl, they want each other so bad, humiliation, wrongful imprisonment, unbalanced power dynamics, master/maid relationship, use of nicknames (princess, angel), geto slander lmfao, confessions, kissing, oral sex (f! recieving), fingering, blindfolds and restraints, 69, multiple positions, happy ending
a/n: this was a commission for my incredibly lovely angel @cantarcantar + the art above is from the super talented @anniewinniie and the div is by @/tsumiinum
“Fuck, Suguru, you’re so-”
As much as Satoru enjoyed hearing your pretty little pants and moans, she was rather sick of hearing you whine his name instead of hers.
But of course, even if she was the queen, what could she do when you were her husband’s concubine?
“Someone’s going to hear you, pretty,” he wryly replied, and she could practically hear the smirk in his honeyed voice, syrupy sweet just for you.
Blegh.
She held in her gag, grimacing at his deep grunt.
Satoru parted the thick vines concealing your not-so-secret garden hideaway. Tucked behind flowering bushes, forget-me-not covered trellises, a blanket was spread out on the green grass of your hidden nook as Suguru fucked you right there, your dress bunched up above your hips as he greedily plunged his ridiculously oversized cock inside you.
Where was the patience?
The preparation?
Treating you like a princess rather than rutting into you like some ruthless animal?
Satoru felt her mouth twitch down, heart freezing as she found herself slipping through the gap in the trellises, forcing herself to slyly smile as she interrupted the scene.
“Suguru,” she called out, keeping her voice airy and calm as she condescendingly looked down at your bodies tangled together. Containing the cold anger that had sunk its claws into her heart as she cleared her throat, sucking in a slow breath, “Your advisor is looking for you.”
Her husband threw an annoyed look over his shoulder, dark bangs falling in his face as his soft purple eyes hardened into a scowl.
“He can wait,” he grimaced, as if to say, so can you.
But Satoru could be just as stubborn.
“I heard it’s about a rather important matter,” she lied, shrugging her shoulders as the skirt of her finely embroidered dress swung and shifted by her feet.
“I will be finished in just a-”
“We can always continue when you return,” you reassured him, brushing his bangs back out of his face and biting down on your glossy bottom lip.
You knew your place.
Content to be that knave’s concubine, free for him to use whenever he pleased. Unbothered no matter how many times he expected you to wait and adhere to his whims when he should be doing his damndest to make your every wish come true.
Satoru despised it. Detested the infuriating way her husband took and wasted every ounce of your attention.
You were her best friend first.
“Fine,” Suguru hissed, hesitantly pulling out of you but not before throwing Satoru a heated glare.
“I can keep your concubine company,” she smiled, blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction as Suguru unceremoniously shoved his cock back inside his pants, storming past her to go off and search for an advisor who was likely already tucked into his bed.
He would just come back for you once he figured it out.
But by then, Satoru was sure she could kill the mood enough that he wouldn’t get to have you tonight.
Not without her in the room.
“I’m sorry,” you softly apologized once he was gone, hastily pulling your dress down, embarrassed that she’d seen you so exposed.
As if it wasn’t the first time.
She was well aware of her husband’s preference for you to not wear any undergarments when he was planning on seeing you. Had walked in on the two of you in their marital bed more times than she could count.
At first, she thought it was better you than her.
Held no interest in having sex with him herself or making any heirs, no matter how much the court tried to convince her that it was necessary.
Why would she ruin her body for a man she could barely stand? Who she was forced into a political marriage with?
Lately?
She was growing tempted to just take her clothes off and offer herself up if it meant Suguru would go a single day without insisting on having sex with you. Even if she’d be resisting the urge to gag and roll her eyes at every one of his groans.
“I’ll return to my chambers, Your Majesty,” you respectfully murmured, averting your gaze with faint shame creeping into your fair features. You were trying to not make this strange or strained, smoothing out your dress as you pushed your palms off the blanket.
“How many times must I ask you to call me Toru, hm?” She teased, breaking the tension with an easy laugh.
It used to be breezy to be around you.
Before he snatched you from her grip.
Back when you were both girls growing up together, as a princess and her maid. Your delicate hands brushing her hair and working all the knots out with nimble fingers at the end of every day, chatting about the scullery gossip before Satoru would pull you into the blankets and demand that you sleep next to her.
To keep the nightmares away.
Everyone always let Satoru do what she wanted.
Except for having you.
Sure, she could drag you around, take you everywhere she went, but instead of simply being hers, you were more of an accessory.
The most you could be was a maid. A servant.
Not a lover.
Satoru tried to be content with that. Truly.
Accepted it from an early age that you weren’t going to be hers when she was destined for a political relationship and your stare often lingered a little too long on knights instead of ladies.
She told herself that at least she got to bring you along to this palace to be by her side for this marriage, but the moment Suguru saw you standing next to her, he stole you.
Made you his concubine within the week, put you in your own room and dolled you up in gowns and gems. Satoru had been sneaking blue dresses in your new closet, replacing the jewel tones and purples with the shades of the sky, of the ocean rather than the rich hues he had such a proclivity for.
But it didn’t make much of a difference when you were tending to him now instead of her.
“Toru,” you said her name so sweetly, chewing the inside of your cheek now as you reluctantly met her stare. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“You are not the one who should apologize,” she exhaled, shrugging her shoulders as she walked over to where you were sheepishly staring at the blooming flowers.
Skimming a delicate hand over your arm, appreciating the warmth of your skin as she stopped just shy of your shoulder, tracing a little heart with the edge of her thumb as she soothed you.
“Come with me,” she murmured.
Your head snapped up, your eyes wavering and wide. Unsure. “Where?”
“My room,” Satoru hummed. “Like old times.”
Back when the only hands that ever had the fortune to brush over your body were hers. When you belonged solely to Satoru.
Funnily enough, you were still sleeping in her bed. Just with her husband.
What would she have to do to keep his calloused palms off her prize?
“Are you sure Suguru will be-”
“No man would complain about two beautiful women in his sheets,” she rolled her eyes, interlocking arms with you and pulling you forward.
It wasn’t exactly true.
Suguru would have plenty to grit his teeth and groan about when he wouldn’t get the chance to put his dick inside of you.
But you were naive enough to not realize that, smiling back at Satoru the way you used to, leaning against her arm and sighing with relief, relaxing once it struck you that she wasn’t upset with you.
“I’m not nearly as beautiful as you,” you wistfully mumbled under your breath, and Satoru’s heart soared. Pale cheeks heating up at your compliment, squeezing you reflexively as she laughed.
She knew she was beautiful. Blessed by the gods in nearly every aspect from the moment she was born.
But even when they had given her a face any male would love, they had cursed her with a heart that could only belong to a female.
To you.
Had been stamped with your name and sealed to be yours from the first day she found you.
It wasn’t fucking fair that Suguru got to just reap everything she sowed.
Got to be the one inside you, on top of you, beside you. Who could just openly want you with no repercussions.
If his smug smirks and sly remarks weren’t enough for her to loathe him, Satoru still would have hated him for that fact alone.
“I think you are far lovelier than any of these lousy flowers,” Satoru spoke softly, tilting her head around the garden she’d grown to only feel disgust for too.
It had been beautiful at first. A work of art she’d taken to walking the winding paths through in the evenings to calm her chaotic mind when the two of you first came here.
But all it had taken was to walk in on Suguru mounting you on a patio table the third week in for every last petal and blossom of this place to become tainted.
He was making a fucking fool of her.
Freely flaunting how much he adored fucking you wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
No doubt she wasn’t the first to catch the two of you.
“You flatter me,” you blushed, turning away from her as you picked up the pace.
You already knew the way back to her marital room.
Even if she wasn’t the one you usually came there for.
Satoru had separate chambers, of course, ones that were made solely for her, but she knew that Suguru would retaliate in some petty fashion if she brought you there instead.
“I am merely being honest,” Satoru hummed, lips curling up in an easy smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
She knew you well enough to know you were too embarrassed to respond. That you weren’t truly taking her seriously.
Shouldn’t you know by now that the only person she saved her sincerity for was you?
“I find myself missing you more and more,” Satoru slowly added, heart thumping so hard she was sure it would somehow end up lodged in her throat as you looked back at her with those big, apologetic eyes.
Guilt-ridden.
Weighed down by the obvious worry you carried for fucking her husband.
“I miss you too,” you murmured quietly, lip curling up in your best attempt at a smile before it immediately fell again.
“You seem tired,” Satoru observed, reaching over with her free hand to brush the hair away from your face. Treasuring the few seconds her fingertips skimmed across your soft cheeks. “Let’s get some rest.”
“But Suguru-”
“Do me a favor,” she purred, offering her most reassuring grin. “Do not worry about him.”
She could deal with it.
It was worth whatever trouble would come to watch you trade your dress for one of her silky blue nightslips, staring at the bare expanse of your exposed back as you bent over to shimmy it on, holding her breath as you turned around, looking absolutely delectable.
The sweetest dessert she could ever dream of.
And the only one she wasn’t allowed to taste.
“Do you want me to do your hair?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers as you nervously looked around the room.
Satoru wished she could wipe your anxieties away.
“I would never say no to that,” she said instead, putting up a far more carefree front than she truly felt.
Perching on the edge of the stool of her vanity, passing you her hairbrush as you slowly pulled all of her long, silky white strands back over her shoulder. You took your time brushing it out, carefully separating it as you went and making sure there were no tangles before you slowly began to braid it, nimble fingers working to twist the parted hair.
She could see your reflection in the mirror, the way you bit your kiss-swollen bottom lip, brows pinched together tightly in focus as your practiced hands made an easy job of it.
“There you go,” you hummed once you finished, tying a white ribbon at the end as you looked in the mirror back at her. “Do you like it?”
“I like everything you do,” Satoru replied on instinct.
Except for Suguru.
Your face flushed, smiling as you stepped back away from her, glancing over to the bed.
“Good night then,” you muttered.
“Good night,” Satoru replied, shoving down the lump in her throat as she tried to discreetly dry her clammy palms on her own nightdress as she stood up. Snuffing out a few of the candles so that the only light was from the flickering fire, crawling into bed after you, pretending to be unaffected by your proximity as she got under the sheets next to your body.
But she wasn’t quite as good at it as she used to be.
Unable to slow her breathing, chest rising and falling far too fast as you tossed and turned, the short hem of the slip riding up on your thighs under the covers as Satoru desperately stared at the ceiling of her four-poster bed and ignored the heat ignited in her core.
A steady pulse, an irritating throb straight to the center of her, speeding up each time your leg brushed against hers, or your hand accidentally grazed along her arm.
“Sweet dreams,” she belatedly whispered, but you had already fallen asleep, soon snoring on one of her pillows like you once did so long ago, hair sprawling out that Satoru couldn’t stop herself from softly stroking.
Her pretty maid, right where she belonged once more.
But for how long?
When would Suguru do something that would fully free you of her?
God, what the fuck was she going to do if he knocked you up? Forced you to bear his heir? Make you raise a whole brood of miniature hims?
That asshole would surely move you to a separate palace, maybe claim that Satoru made threats or something equally absurd to justify giving you a title or some security.
Satoru refused to let any of that happen.
You were more than just a breeding mare.
More than just a pawn to be played with – no matter what her husband attempted to turn you into.
Like she summoned a demon, the door swung open, and Satoru immediately removed her hand from by your head, sitting up in bed to stare at the intruder.
The real interloper here.
Suguru scowled at the sight of her next to you, his lips pressing in a thin line as he peeled off his expensive robe.
“Return to your private chambers,” he dismissed, irritation heavy in his voice.
“This marital bed is mine too,” Satoru retorted, patting the spot next to her to gesture for him to join.
She’d prefer not to spend the night suffering the masculine scent of his cologne, but she supposed she could just roll closer to you to inhale your much sweeter smell. It was always light, flowery, like some intoxicating summer bloom she wanted to pluck and preserve.
He laughed at the idea of sleeping together too, a low and cruel one.
Satoru wanted to snarl back that if she were a man, if they were both vying for your hand, you would have chosen her without a blink.
But she just had to bite her tongue and stare at the one person who had everything she wanted.
“Funny that I only find you in here when it’s with her,” he knowingly scoffed.
“Is it?” Satoru feigned ignorance. “I was the one who brought her here.”
Her husband didn’t care though.
No, he just walked over as if she had no place in this room, no right to her spot in the bed beside you, stripping his shirt off before removing his pants, as if a little bit of nudity would scare Satoru off.
“What do you think our love would do if she knew you lusted after her even more than I do?” Suguru mocked, barely making an effort to disguise his thinly-veiled threat. One corner of that irritating mouth of his curling up in a crude smirk, casually dismissing the weight of her affection for you to a simple sin.
His love?
Satoru almost laughed back at him.
You were hers. Had always been.
And would be once again.
“Shall I tell her?” He asked, tilting his head towards your sleeping figure as he pulled back the blankets to get in too.
“She would think it’s just a jest,” Satoru rolled her eyes, her nose scrunching up as he actually got in next to her.
It didn’t matter how obvious she made it to you.
You were blissfully unaware.
Clueless to the hunger she harbored in her heart to chain you to her.
“I suppose we’ll find out soon,” he muttered under his breath, and despite the shield she’d prepared, it splintered with sheer panic at the thought of you taking his word.
At the risk of you being repulsed by the realization, rejecting her and refusing to exist in the same space for the rest of her life.
That wouldn’t do.
Suguru was already a persistent problem.
But now it appeared she had no choice but to solve it before he could screw her over. Before he could wreck what she’d spent so long building.
She’d prefer to prepare a guillotine for his cock, to punish him for the crime of being inside you, but she refused to be the one put in prison for it.
No, Satoru needed a plan. A foolproof way for this to end with you in her arms.
Perhaps some poison to put His Royal Majesty in a grave while she was at it.
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“Morning, beautiful.”
You wondered who your king’s groggy morning voice was meant for. You?
Or his wife?
Your true master.
“Good morning, husband,” Satoru replied, her usually sweet voice cold and clipped.
Of course.
You weren’t exactly surprised.
But what did throw you off was the two very different arms strewn across your waist, one thick and muscled slung low towards your hips while the other far daintier one was delicately tangled just below your breasts.
Somehow, you had ended up in between them.
Rather fitting, wasn’t it?
“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Suguru scolded her, and your stomach just curdled at the annoyance in his tone.
The weight on your midsection disappeared, and you tried to roll on your side, to pretend you were still asleep, but then he was pulling you against him, and you could only bite the inside of your cheek and focus on the taste of blood on your tongue to hold it together as something hefty and hard pressed into your spine.
It was just wrong to do this in front of Satoru.
You didn’t understand what Suguru saw in you anyway.
It wasn’t like you truly were stunning. Not compared to her.
You weren’t blind.
You’d always been rather plain put next to Satoru’s perfect face.
She was the one people stopped to stare at when she walked in a room, the subject of whispers and wishes and fools willing fate to just give them a single chance for the pleasure of one conversation in her presence.
And beneath her beauty was the sort of one-of-a-kind soul someone could spend the rest of their life searching for.
Even now, when you were sleeping with her husband, she was still being sweet to you.
Swearing that she knew you couldn’t do anything about being his concubine, bringing you back to her bed for a sleepover like she hadn’t caught you having sex with him.
You didn’t deserve her. And you really couldn’t comprehend why Suguru wouldn’t want her.
Yet, she always tried to spare your feelings.
Sent away any maid who mocked you and scolded any staff member that attempted to tease you ever since you were children.
Going from dismissing any knight that tried to flirt or feel you up as teenagers to stripping some lower noble of her rank simply for speaking ill of you two weeks ago over suggesting that she should punish you for trying to steal her husband.
You hadn’t asked for any of it.
All you wanted was to watch her fall in love. To stand by her side and see her find her happily ever after.
Instead, you were embroiled in an affair with the man she married.
And now the guilt was gnawing through your bones, shame shattering you every time she saw you with him.
You sort of felt like your life could be divided in two groups.
Before Satoru. After Satoru.
She saved you. You were born into servitude, to parents who worked in the worst kind of noble homes. The ones where the money was passed down with generations, belonging to spoiled gamblers and drunks who didn’t know how to do anything other than spend it — and couldn’t care less about their staff members.
You learned how to scrub baseboards and sweep instead of how to read and write. To never speak unless spoken to. To make yourself smaller than a speck of dust just to survive.
It didn’t matter.
They had a son a year older than you.
One that was particularly fond of pulling your hair and ripping up your uniforms every time you hung them out to dry.
Who found a passion in pushing you down and pretending to his family that you had committed every variety of petty crimes against him.
Your life was a living hell.
Until your angel showed up.
In a pretty white dress that matched her soft hair, the sun shining on her pale face as she blinked down at you with big, blue eyes. She was visiting with her parents, supposed to be attending a play date with your personal tormentor, only to walk in on him attempting to cut off a chunk of your hair with a knife he’d stolen from the chef.
He had accidentally cut you with it, a thin streak of blood trickling down your throat as you sobbed hysterically, unable to stop yourself as you curled up against the tree he cornered you against.
“Drop that,” she commanded, an air of authority to her even when she was still a child.
He did, even though his obedience seemed to surprise him.
“You’re not the boss of-”
She was already stepping forward though, kicking the knife away before graciously approaching you, unbothered by the sniffing mess you’d become, just squatting down and drying your tears with her sleeve.
“You’re coming home with me.”
And you did.
She had half-dragged you inside, forcing herself to fake tears of her own before crying to her parents that he had attacked her, and that you’d gotten hurt defending her.
They believed her lie.
And she bought you from the hellhole you were born into.
You would probably be dead without her.
Starved or beaten for not performing your duties well enough, discarded like some cheap possession instead of a person.
The boy was punished, his family’s status revoked — although you never learned what happened to them after that.
At least with Satoru, you could be her doll.
Someone she dressed up and dragged around to tea parties and meals, forcing everyone to have a chair for you like it was normal for a mere maid to dine with royalty.
She grew out of it when she got a little older, when people began to look down on you for her behavior instead of her.
But when they announced her marriage, she still refused to go unless she brought you with her, insisting that she wouldn’t adapt without a familiar face before whispering to you in private that she’d never leave her favorite friend behind.
Did she regret that now? Wish she never took you in to begin with?
You felt like a nuisance.
It was impossible to ignore the whispers of the court here, the constant discussion of the heir that didn’t currently exist.
All of it felt like your fault.
Surely, if you weren’t here, if you weren’t imposing, then Satoru might have already gotten pregnant, or perhaps have even had a child already.
As far as you knew, they had yet to even consummate their marriage.
You used to whisper about what it would be like to have sex. So sure that she would be the one to experience it first. Giggling under the covers about how the whole thing seemed sorta gross. To let a guy stick it inside of you and listen to him grunt and groan?
Honestly, you never thought it would be you giving up your virtue before her.
Sugugu hadn’t been shy about the fact you were the only one he was intimate with.
Turning his nose up and scoffing when you inquired about the status of their relationship, the same way Satoru did, as if it was simply absurd that they could ever have a baby together.
And now his royal advisors had started whispering suggestions that he should plant his seed in you instead, murmuring that if Satoru was too stubborn, he must secure his line another way as if you weren’t in the same room when they said it.
As if your loyalty hadn’t always lied with her.
But she wouldn’t listen to your warnings.
How were you supposed to convince two people who acted like they couldn’t stand each other to not only have sex, but create a child?
You knew you were a fool. Naive to still presume that there must be some way to make this work without making Satoru suffer. But you couldn’t stop trying.
“I would like you to leave,” Suguru snapped at her, and years of experience had engrained the instant impulse to protect her in you.
To interrupt and insist that she had every right to be here too.
Even if Satoru had never once needed you to defend her. Not the same way you needed her.
“Will you drag me out if I do not?” She cheekily returned, and you finally forced yourself to start to stir, to stop the argument already in progress as they both immediately fell silent. Satoru’s soft hand skimmed over your forearm, delicately dragging her fingertips up to your shoulder before yawning, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“Morning,” you muttered, slowly cracking your eyes open and beginning to sit up just for a second hand to shift to the small of your back.
“Did she bother you with all her tossing and turning?” Your king asked, concern veiling his contempt for his wife as he peered down at you with those dark purple eyes. Devoid of the light you were used to seeking, swirling with something you weren’t quite comfortable enough to name.
Sometimes, you wondered how much he wanted you, and how much he wanted to piss her off. Equally unhappy at the situation he’d been thrusted in, forced to marry a stranger he didn’t know or want and finding refuge in pissing off the one person that was also innocent in this. Taking it out on her instead when he had no way to punish the system he was stuck in.
“Satoru never bothers me,” you answered honestly, still doing your best to mend the bridge between them as you peered up at him with an expression you hoped would earn some empathy from him.
Or at the very least, get him to not toss her out before she even stepped foot out of the bed.
“You’re too sweet,” he muttered, sitting up straighter to let the blankets fall down around his bare waist. Tenderly caressing your cheek as you stilled, thinking of what he seemed to leave unsaid. Too sweet for whom? Him? Or her?
You supposed you were just overthinking it, blinking nervously before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips right there in front of her, pushing his tongue in as you tried not to scrunch your nose up at the thought that he had yet to brush his teeth before slipping his tongue in your mouth.
But you returned it, accustomed to going with the tides instead of swimming against them, allowing him to possessively splay his fingers across your back as if Satoru’s fingers weren’t still sinking into your shoulder.
And by the time he pulled away, you had collected yourself enough to smile sincerely back at him when he rested his forehead against yours.
It wasn’t that you disliked him, or harbored any hatred for him.
The feeling swirling in your stomach was closer to pity. You felt bad for him.
He felt like a flip side to Satoru. Reminded you of her in his own strange way when he spoke to you like you were more than just a maid. Even if he only saw you as his own accessory instead of hers.
“Meet me in the gardens at noon,” he instructed, slipping out of his bed as you both stared. His back muscles flexed as he bent over, only throwing a look back to wink at you while Satoru made a quiet gagging noise next to you.
You nearly giggled, only holding it in when his dark brows pinched together in a glare back at her.
“Of course, Your Majesty,” you murmured, nodding dutifully as his chest puffed back out with pride. Finishing redressing quickly, his mouth twitching down at the two of you in his bed, but he didn’t say anything to disprove Satoru’s theory about men and beautiful women.
“Alone,” Suguru added, starting towards the door before Satoru could add something snarky.
The moment he was out the door, you could hear his voice calling through it for a servant, and you already pictured the way a few were likely stationed at the end of the hall, ready to accompany him and do whatever he wanted.
“Meet me in the gardens,” Satoru mimicked him, rolling her bright blue eyes as her long lashes fluttered dramatically as she twisted you back around to face her. “He’s so insufferable.”
“Satoru,” you said her name, face heating up at the way the syllables felt rolling off your tongue, still strange to address her so intimately when she was so far above you. “It worries me-”
“No,” she interrupted you sternly, your shoulders slumping at her unexpected scolding. “There is nothing for you to worry about.”
“But the two of you-”
“I know,” she sympathized, knowing what you were about to protest before you had to say it. Seeing through all of you the way no one else ever did, or probably ever would. “But you should just keep doing what he asks.”
Like you couldn’t see how much it hurt her to even suggest that.
Satoru was more sensitive than she’d ever show. Feelings hidden under her carefully crafted shield, always pretending to be the perfect princess on her towering pedestal, protected by some impenetrable glass that never let you touch her.
She could say she couldn’t stand Suguru. But who wouldn’t be hurt at the man they married so blatantly disrespecting them?
“I just want you to be happy,” you softly said.
“I will be. Eventually,” Satoru stiffly said, dragging her thumb over your bottom lip like she was wiping off his kiss. “We just have to grin and bear it for now.”
“And things will get better?” You hopefully asked, reaching up to clasp her hand. Feeling a little bit like a child again, looking up to her with blind trust, faith that she could fix problems that seemed far too big for you. Imagining all three of you a few months from now, getting along and grinning over lunch in the garden, sitting underneath the shade of an umbrella and snacking with Satoru on one side and Suguru on the other.
“I promise they will.”
There was nothing you craved more than for her to be correct.
But your blind belief in her started to fizzle and fade when the days refused to stop dragging on while you rarely got to see her. Only catching glimpses of her from across the room, usually when one of you was being flaunted on Suguru’s arm and the other was left to stand on the side and stare. Barely getting a chance to speak to her when the king you were both supposed to obey had decided you were better kept in your bed chambers or his private office, away from the wife he pretended didn’t exist around you.
You tried to tell yourself what she had.
To just bear it.
Comforting yourself with the handful of smiles she snuck you, reassuring yourself that you didn’t have to be wracked with guilt every second you spent with Suguru. That you shouldn’t hate yourself for the moments with him where you found yourself actually enjoying his company, or genuinely giggling at a joke he made.
It didn’t make it easier to stop loathing the parts of you that liked the attention. Being doted on and deemed deserving of more than just the monotony of being a maid.
Underneath it all, you still knew what was coming.
A girl like you was only measured by what uses she was good for.
Could taste his expectation in the air long before Suguru delivered the curdling news over tea, sitting there like a brainless doll as he informed you that he had the maids brew the kind that helped fertility.
Casually suggesting that you make a fine mother as you feigned agreement, running off to a bush to throw it up the moment he left to attend to other business.
You couldn’t do that to her.
No, you wouldn’t.
You refused.
It wasn’t like you had any idea how you would refuse, not when you were sure he would be back in your bedroom tonight. Stripping off his robes with that easy smirk of his, placing his crown on your head as he buried his cock in you, probably already planning on no longer pulling out but plunging himself deep enough to make sure the seed he planted was sowed.
That it would sprout into an heir he could use as an excuse to remove any power his wife politically held.
You puked again.
Bile rising that you couldn’t push down, getting sick until you finally managed to suck in enough deep breaths to pull yourself together, wiping the corner of your mouth and standing back up on trembling legs, looking around to make sure no one had seen you.
But a few maids were standing nearby, wide-eyed and whispering to each other before scampering off in a hurry once your stare caught theirs, surely off to spread rumors about what they’d seen.
You were stumbling away too, walking back inside the cobbled halls and hurrying through the twists and turns, ignoring the pointed looks you received from staff members and guards passing by. You weren’t sure where you were going until you were there, nervously tapping your knuckles against the door to Satoru’s office, hardly able to keep your breathing steady until you heard her call out in an annoyed tone, “Come in.”
You pushed it open, holding your breath as you peeked inside to see her head hanging down behind her desk. Her cheek resting on her hand, silky hair falling around her shoulders as she sighed and scribbled something into a thick book.
“What is it-”
“I’m sorry,” you half-whispered, your voice coming out as a croak from your sore throat.
She immediately stopped what she was writing as her head snapped up at the realization it was you, shutting the book and placing her palm over it. Her blue eyes were razor sharp, freezing over in a flash under furrowed brows.
“What happened?” She demanded to know without a pause. Ready to go to war with just two words.
“He wants me to have his heir,” you blurted out, still panicking as you looked to her like there was something she could do about it.
In all the years you’d known her, the only other time you’d seen the expression that was on her face now was the day you first met her.
Focused and flat at the same time, not betraying anything as she just blinked at you once more.
“Tell me you don’t want it,” she requested, completely serious as you struggled to tear your stare away.
“Of course I don’t,” you answered, shaking your head as your fingers nervously clutched at the skirt of your dress, fiddling with some of the fine embroidery as you struggled to catch your breath, the taste of vomit lingering in your mouth as you thought about what your life would look like a year from now if you did. A black-haired baby on your hip and a hole punctured straight through your heart.
You almost added that you had only come here for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to when all that had resulted in was you warming her husband’s bed.
What would her life have been like had you stayed behind? Would you have been kicked out of the palace you’d spent years by her side in? Left to start over in some quaint village, maybe starting a small farm or working in a local shop instead?
You would choose any of it over being the reason she was suffering. Even if it meant struggling and scraping by all alone.
“I will take care of it,” she stiffly said, her nose upturned in the air as she pushed a plate of cookies someone had left on her desk away from her. “You should go now.”
A piece of you shattered.
Some deep internal wound ripping open at her quick dismissal, despite your instinct to believe that her words were more binding than any oath.
“But-”
“Trust me, princess,” she softened her tone, smiling now, like you couldn’t see how tight of a line her mouth made. Using a nickname she hadn’t called you in years, back when she tried to make you feel better about the difference in your status, late night promises that you could be her princess and she could be yours.
“Toru,” you murmured back, watching her eyes crinkle for a second before she shook her hair and pointed a delicate finger towards the door.
“Please leave,” she asked, and you had never been good at disobeying her.
Feeling like a mutt that had been thrown out in the rain, tail tucked between your legs as you walked all the way across the palace to your own chambers. Pacing the floor there in a panic, wringing your hands and wearing out the carpet as you tried to think of some solution.
Stupid nobles and their moronic obsession with bloodlines.
Why couldn’t they just adopt a child and raise it correctly?
You would have his child if Satoru asked you to. If she said she didn’t want to do it herself.
But you were scared for her. Terrified that she would somehow end up thrown out if you had an heir and she refused to.
Maybe it would be easier if one of them were less stubborn. If Satoru was less prideful and Suguru more agreeable.
Was that asking for the impossible?
Just an idiot jammed between a rock and a hard place and wondering why you couldn’t squeeze out?
You prepared yourself that evening anyway, going through the motions of putting on the thin style nightdress Suguru preferred, but picking one in a soft shade of blue that reminded you more of Satoru. Carefully applying a thin layer of makeup, exhaling at your reflection as you wondered to yourself where the girl from a few years ago had gone.
She probably would have strangled you for suggesting sleeping with Satoru’s king, no matter the circumstance.
And right now, you would give just about anything to go back to those days. Where the most important thing you had to worry about was how to style Satoru’s hair the next day, or what would be served for breakfast in the morning.
“You’re wearing blue.”
Your head turned to find Suguru standing there in the doorway, his lips turned down as his hazy stare slid over your body. You hurried to stand, forgoing spritzing the fancy perfume he gifted you across your skin as he strode over to you. Ready to fake moans and feign devotion.
“Is this not one you gave me?” You innocently asked, tilting your head to the side.
It wasn’t like you could purchase your own dresses.
Truthfully, you had no idea what even happened to the funds you saved up before Satoru brought you here. She had said she would take care of the transfer, but within days of coming here, you were being whisked off your feet and away from her by the man in front of you now.
“I guess it doesn’t matter,” he muttered, his fingers plucking one of the straps off your shoulder and pulling it down with a sigh as he ignored your inquiry. “I’m taking it off of you anyway.”
His hands shook while he removed it, his fingers unsteady for once as he tried to shimmy your panties down your thighs next. He kissed you, but the sour taste of wine was still on his lips, and you ached to pull away.
To ask him to reconsider what he wanted from you.
Even if you knew that wasn’t your place.
To your surprise though, he retreated first, your mouth still hanging open as he let out a low groan. You knew something was wrong at the sound of it. How guttural it came out when you hadn’t even touched his cock yet.
You blinked up at him only to see red.
Blood dripped down his lips as he stared at you without really seeing you, fear glittering his dark eyes empty in the candlelight as your own fingers reached out to wipe it away. Had you bitten him without realizing it? Was he hurt?
Before you could even touch it, he coughed hard, and your face was suddenly wet.
Your hand was still outstretching towards him the moment he collapsed.
Someone screamed, but it wasn’t until servants began running into the room that you realized the horrible sound was coming from you, ripped from the back of your throat as the scene immediately morphed into a mess. Maids shouting for doctors and rushing around to try and stop the bleeding that was still pouring from his mouth, propping him up. But even if his eyes were open, they weren’t blinking.
Had his soul already separated from the still shell he left behind?
Something damp hit your palm, your fuzzy vision struggling to focus as it belatedly struck you that you were still dripping with the red, your palms shaking, refusing to stop twitching at the unnerving sight of it.
Steady drops begging to drop down to your bare breasts, staining your skin as you stumbled back, running from the inevitable as your shattered gasps wouldn’t allow enough air into your lungs.
This wasn’t happening.
It couldn’t be.
This must be a nightmare. Some awful dream you’d gotten dragged into as you tried to wake yourself back up, desperately wiping your face as you struggled to get it clean, but nothing was working. Nothing was changing.
Hyperventilating as a maid shouted, calling in guards while your back hit the wall, your fingers trembling as you buried your face in your hands, as if you could hide from what was happening.
“Is he still alive?”
No. No no no.
If he was gone, what the hell would happen to you?
There were too many people in the room, too much going on for you to focus on what was happening in front of you. Your ears filling you in no matter how much you desperately wanted to shut it all out.
To rewind the clock, even if it was just for a few minutes. Bring it back to where everything was still normal.
The palace doctor arrived out of breath as you peeked back up at your world unraveling only to find him shaking his head as he checked the limp body on the floor’s pulse.
You knew it before he said it though. Had from the moment he coughed and collapsed.
“The king is dead.”
The only person in power now was his wife.
Someone was probably on their way to get Satoru now, to shake her awake from her bed and notify her that her husband was no longer among the living.
Even if you didn’t want to have his baby, you still never would have chosen this.
Curling up with your bare knees to your chest, staring at your blood-splattered blue nightdress left in a crumpled pile on the floor, eyes wild as you watched people rush in and out.
Guards filing in, one of them ripping you up from off the ground with a rough grip on your arm, barking some question you didn’t understand as you tried to shake your head, dragging you out of the room as you got one last glimpse at Suguru’s still form staring up at the ceiling.
“Did you do this?”
“What?” You blinked, turning back with disgust as you rebuffed it. “I-I wouldn’t-”
The guard wasn’t listening, pulling you out only for you to nearly run into someone else.
Your pounding heart stopped the second you realized it was Satoru.
Her pretty face pinched up with disdain, long hair loose and cascading down her back, an intricate amethyst-colored gown draping over the cobbled hall as she looked down at you, her mouth twitching as her gaze drifted across your exposed skin.
You were about to beg her to tell them that it couldn’t have been you, bottom lip trembling as you tried to get the words out, but she cut you off, looking to the knight by her side as she solemnly shook her head.
“Lock her up.”
She couldn’t mean it.
It honestly felt more far-fetched than Suguru’s sudden death. Unable to understand those three sharp words that left her lips until another man was yanking you away, pulling you down corridors.
Humiliation burned through you as the initial shock started to fade and the reality of your situation began to sit in. Being dragged naked across the palace until you were led up a long spiralling staircase to a tower you’d never stepped foot inside before.
Spared the cruelty of the cold dungeons only to be shoved inside a tiny room at the top, a heavy door slammed shut as your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness surrounding you. A barren space with only a small bed pushed against the wall, a small window that was only big enough for you to peek out of, the bitter night breeze blowing in through it as you stood there, waiting for, well, you weren’t sure what.
Satoru to show up and swear this was all some awful joke? To tell you that she didn’t mean to scare you and that everything was fine? That this was all a part of some plan of hers?
Wishful thinking, wasn’t it?
If they thought you were responsible, that you somehow killed him, you would be executed within a month.
Maybe not even offered a trial, just dragged out to be hanged or beheaded without a chance to defend yourself.
Who would have sympathy for a traitor?
A poor maid masquerading as a concubine, one who truly should have never had a place beneath the king to begin with.
All you were was an ignorant idiot that was born to take the blame. No matter your innocence.
And yet, when you finally heard footsteps approaching your lonely room, you were still rushing towards it, ready to plead your case to whoever showed up.
When you heard Satoru’s voice, you nearly sobbed.
She must be coming to let you out. To explain everything away and bring you back to her room the way she once had. Whisk you away and remind you with that charming smile that she had told you not to worry.
Satoru wasn’t your knight in shining armor. She was better.
A hero with her white-haired halo, your blue-eyed angel in a gossamer gown.
“Toru, please,” you called out, peeking up to discover a rectangle carved out of the thick wood of the door, wide enough for you to look back out into the barely-lit hallway.
“Make sure no one comes up here,” Satoru coldly instructed the knights outside, your heart stalling as you stared at her through that thin slat. The heavy click of several additional locks followed while her sharp eyes watched you back, your heart shattering into even tinier bits with each one.
And then Satoru did something that stomped on all the remaining shards of it.
She left.
You broke down, sobbing on the floor until there wasn’t anything left in you to cry out. Curling up on the frigid ground instead of the bed, unable to even summon the strength to get up and crawl towards it.
At some point, you supposed you fell asleep like that, because when you woke up to a fraction of the sun slipping in through your tiny window, there were clothes and food delivered, along with a cold bucket of water and a washrag.
Too numb to feel thankful, as if someone had scooped every part of you out as you ignored the food in front of you, about to cup a handful of water and drink it before you looked down at your hands and saw all the dried blood still staining them, your stomach shifting once again as the memory of Suguru’s face before he died floated up in your brain.
You scrubbed your skin, washing Suguru off of you until the bucket had run red, staring at the liquid sloshing around. Refusing to stop until you were certain there were no traces of him left, your hands raw and trembling when you dropped the rag back down.
Putting clothes back on didn’t make you feel any better.
Not when you had traded the fancy dresses you had just begun to get used to for a plain one, the material scratching your skin as you finally managed to get yourself up into the bed.
But even just trying to go back to sleep didn’t work when a knight came barging in to conduct an interrogation.
Which essentially just meant hours of him asking the same questions and getting angry when you kept giving him the same answers?
“Did you conspire to kill the king?” No.
“Did you poison him?” No.
“Did you have any reason to want him dead?” Yes. No.
It didn’t matter what you said though.
As long as it didn’t align with what he was hoping to hear, he wouldn’t give any of your words credence.
And by the end of it, you were being dragged back to your cell, waiting for a fate far worse than simply being the mother of the future heir to the kingdom.
Even if you used to think there was nothing worse than betraying Satoru.
Being abandoned by her was the cruelest sentence of all.
A raw throbbing ache taking up residence in your chest, reminding you of her absence with every short breath you sucked in, no blankets to curl up and hide under as you waited for the inevitable.
You knew what the cold felt like. How brittle it could be when it settled into your bones. Knew how starvation felt when your body started to break down bits of yourself for sustenance.
But knowing her warmth, how full she could make you feel, only ate at you more. Shoved off the pretty pedestal she placed you on, no longer sparkling or polished as you stared at your bitten-down nails and numbly craved pieces of her you knew would never be yours.
Perhaps this was punishment for dreaming too big.
For ever thinking that you could have her while you were still catering to Suguru.
A day passed.
And another.
The hours slipping past you in a dull daze, food delivered that you refused to take a bite of. A little voice in your head that was quickly growing delirious suggested that it could be poisoned, and it was the only thing that tempted you into taking a small bite.
But then you thought of the fear in Suguru’s eyes when he died, and you dropped it again, returning to your uncomfortable bed, curling up to stare at the same wall you’d been studying the cracks in since you first crawled into it.
You were losing it.
About to start speaking to yourself just to stop the silence from driving you crazy, only your thoughts to keep you company as you tossed and turned, no energy left in your exhausted limbs as you tried to think of all the ways this could end.
Unable to come up with a way out of this when the only person you ever found worth living for had decided you weren’t worth it anymore.
Satoru had told you to trust her.
But you never had anything to offer her other than loyalty.
And what good was that when you would’ve had her husband’s baby if he hadn’t died?
She must hate you.
“Oh, princess.”
Great.
You had lost it.
Were you hearing things now? Sanity slipping away with every day you decided not to eat?
“Won’t you at least look at me?” Satoru’s sweet voice called out to you.
You weren't going to, stubbornly keeping your head forward until you heard the locks actually unlatching. Sitting up on the thin mattress and turning just in time to see the door opening, and your angel returning to you.
An easy smile curling up on her glossy lips, her ethereal eyes sparkling in the fading light of the day drifting in from outside, a white dress softly fluttering around her frame as she leaned against the wall like she was waiting for you to get down on your knees and thank her.
“I didn’t do it,” you breathed, almost automatically.
You needed her to believe-
“Sweetheart,” she softly shook her head as she sighed. “I know.”
Then why did she throw you in a tower and lock you up like this? Leave you a broken mess, laid bare and bloody?
“I just had to take care of a few things,” Satoru cooed.
You didn’t move. Couldn’t.
Unable to speak when you stared at her, feeling like a stranger in your own skin as you studied her back.
“Did you think I would just let you rot?” She teased, as if you weren’t still a prisoner while she tilted her head to the side, appraising you like you were some fruit she had finally decided to pluck.
It hurt.
A small wound ripping open beneath the surface, one you were quick to bandage up and come up with excuses for.
Almost immediately telling yourself that surely, she came to you as soon as she could, relief washing over the fresh sting at the realization she truly didn’t think you were behind Suguru’s death. That she hadn’t abandoned you after all.
“Don’t just sit there and stare at me,” she huffed, sick of your silence, folding her arms across her chest and frowning at you.
“Toru?” You croaked out her name, wanting to trust that it still had a place on your lips as you waited for her to disappear. Standing up on unsteady legs, muscles sore from how little you’d used them lately as you took unsure steps forward. A piece of you still convinced that you might be imagining this, or drifted off to some pretty dream where she played the same role she always did.
Your savior.
But when you got to her, hesitantly reaching out to touch her face, your fingertips trembling as you touched her cheek to discover it was solid.
Soft.
“I missed you too,” she murmured affectionately, reaching up to hold your hand there. Relaxing into your touch as you felt something inside you instantly crumble at the tiniest show of regard.
And before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around her neck, tears welling up as you inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume, burying your face in her throat as a rough sob escaped you.
She let you.
Didn’t push you off or give you that look like you had overstepped some boundary.
No, she just slid a hand over your back, holding you closer and letting you cry into her collarbone. Stroking your hair, slowly picking out the tangles and knots in it as your body shuddered with the force of your tears.
You didn’t think you had anything left in you to cry.
But apparently there you weren’t dried out yet, and she held you through all of it. Murmuring soft words into your ear, coaxing you to calm down as you struggled to piece yourself back together after you let it all fall apart.
“I swear, I would never do anything that could put you at risk,” you added, anxiety still swirling around your thoughts as you shook your head.
“Don’t worry,” Satoru purred, squeezing you as another shudder wracked through your body. “The right person will be imprisoned soon.”
As terrible as it sounded, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care who had done it, or even why, as long as it meant you and Satoru would be safe.
The rest was just noise.
You could go back to being her maid. Waiting on her hand and foot if it meant you wouldn’t have to be away from her side again.
And if the court tried to take her crown, or shipped her back to her own palace after the rightful king had been killed, well, you both could get through it together, couldn’t you?
“I thought you left me,” you mumbled, your voice cracking as she tenderly hummed your name.
“I would never,” she swore, petting your head as she pulled you into her chest, your shoulders slumping at how tightly she held you.
“Promise?” You hopefully asked, needing to know. Needing her to say she wasn’t going anywhere.
Simply needing her.
“I promise.”
You believed her with just two words.
Under her spell in a handful of moments, your heart pounding in your chest when she eventually pulled away, cupping your face and wiping away your tears like it hurt for her to see you crying.
“Come with me,” she spoke slowly, her thumb skimming lightly over your cheekbone.
You would follow her anywhere.
Across the kingdom. To another, or even over the sea to some small countryside village. Any place was fine.
As long as she wanted you there.
Skipping down the long stairs after her, your pulse thrumming in your eardrums as you waited to get stopped by some guard, for a knight to pop up and point a sword at you for absconding with their queen.
No one else was around however, the halls barren and silent as her soft fingers interlaced through yours, tugging you ahead as she navigated through them with ease.
“Were you starving yourself for my attention?” She half-whispered, her voice hushed and husky as she threw you a look you didn’t understand.
Was she disappointed in you?
“I haven’t been hungry,” you mumbled, shaking your head. You never thought she’d come check on you. Or even be keeping tabs through whoever came to drop off the food for you.
“That’s no excuse,” she softly scolded you.
“I’m sorry,” you automatically apologized, hanging your head lower as she opened a door and ushered you into a room you’d never been in before.
It looked like it was actually fit for a princess.
Ornately designed and filled with expensive furniture you couldn’t fathom the cost of, your body freezing just two short steps inside as she shut the door behind you. Quickly making herself comfortable, slipping off her short heels and walking over to the massive bed against one wall, looking back at you with barely concealed excitement, searching your face to see if you shared
“You can stay here for now,” she whispered, winking at you as she ran her palm over the soft fabric of the blankets adorning the bed. “It’ll be our secret.”
Your secret.
The words echoed in your head, unable to shut your open mouth as you struggled to take your eyes off of her.
“Much better than that dingy tower, hm?” Satoru goaded, pride glittering in her brilliant stare.
“What is this?” You asked, looking around at the intricate tapestries hung on the walls, the plush carpets laid over the floor, the carvings into the wooden dressers and the canopy of the bed.
“Your room,” she happily hummed.
“My-” You couldn’t even say it out loud.
It had to be a joke.
“There’s a warm bath waiting for you,” she murmured, nodding towards an adjoining door you’d been too overwhelmed to notice before. “And some fresh fruit on a platter by the tub. Your favorites.”
What were you meant to make of this?
Her belated apology for locking you up for days? For leaving you behind to handle affairs far bigger than you?
Something itched at the back of your conscience, telling you to second guess this gift.
But how were you supposed to listen to your better judgement when everything left of your sensibility had been broken?
“Please eat something,” she added, and all you could do was nod your head like a moron.
“I will,” you dutifully answered.
Who were you to disobey your queen?
“Do you need help getting out of that?” She asked, glancing towards your dress, nose wrinkling at the dirt on it before she dusted herself off like perhaps you’d gotten her filthy too.
“No, I can do it,” you insisted, slipping into the bathroom before you could somehow end up even more self-conscious.
But your muscles were already aching for relief, a throbbing pain beginning in your shoulder when you lifted your dress up and over your head.
One that was thankfully soothed by the still warm water in the tub, a welcome relief to the frigid water buckets you’d been sticking using the last few days. Flower petals floating on the surface, bath salts mixed in as you sank yourself in neck-deep.
True to her word, there was a platter of food set up by the tub, and you forced yourself to take a few bites, nibbling on just enough to satisfy her request.
Satoru was trying to take care of you.
Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
Offering your shoulder for her to cry or cling to after her husband died horrifically?
Of course, you knew she didn’t like him. Or well, more accurately, she loathed him. But his passing put her in a precarious position, her own life most likely hanging in the balance when she had no heir to guarantee her safety or status here.
You didn’t know what she was going to do.
Which also meant you had no idea what you were going to do.
A piece of you wished you were born a man. That you’d been given the chance or opportunity to learn swordsmanship, or got to train with the knights. That you would be able to protect Satoru, shield her from these petty and cruel court politics instead of getting caught in the crossfire.
Washing yourself of the last few days did not help quell your feelings of inadequacy, or solve a single one of your problems, no matter how soothing it was to soak and scrub yourself clean properly this time.
You didn’t linger in the tub.
No matter how much you might have liked to, a far greater part of you longed to be around Satoru. Craving her company after you’d been deprived of her presence for so long. You wanted to curl up in her lap like you used to, back when you were children and she’d be the one to comfort you over every skinned knee and scraped elbow.
Stepping out of the tub with a heavy sigh, squinting when you discovered something wasn’t quite right.
“Toru?” You called out, glancing around the small room searching for something that was evidently forgotten. “There’s no towel.”
Or change of clothes.
Nothing but your discarded dress from before to cover up, although you weren’t exactly inclined to pick it back up.
You thought she’d just open the door and toss something to put on.
Not just swing the door open and saunter in a second later, not even blinking as her eyes swept over your bare form. Lingering on the swell of your breasts and the way the water droplets were still rolling down between them.
“The maid must have forgotten,” she hummed, dragging her stare off of you to do a courtesy sweep of the room. “Give me a moment.”
You were overthinking it.
Nodding obediently as you glanced down at your legs, shuffling on your feet as heat rose to your cheeks, thankful for the soft thud of the door shutting.
She returned a couple minutes later, a towel in one arm and a white gown that looked an awful lot like a short version of her own in the other, passing both to you with that practiced smile of hers she usually saved for when she was up to something.
“There you go,” Satoru chirped. “I’ll wait for you.”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen you naked before.
But this felt decidedly different.
And you didn’t know what to do about the strange fluttering in your stomach at the idea of her watching you dress, at the way her eyes had drifted so dangerously slowly over the shape of you.
Was this a dream?
Were you still asleep? Still stuck in that tower?
Wishing for something you had never once been able to admit to yourself that you wanted?
You took an extra few minutes to dry off, adjusting the way the dress hung over you five times too many before you paused to brush your teeth in the mirror, avoiding your reflection as you spit in the sink, watching the tinged pink drool disappear with a soft exhale.
Satoru was pristine. Pure.
And what were you?
You opened the door, fiddling with the hem of the dress she’d given you as you nearly ran straight into where she was waiting right outside of it.
“I was getting worried,” she lightly joked, and you were brushing past her, a painful surge of panic bubbling back up.
“Why are you doing this for me?” You asked, hyper aware of how undeserving you were as you padded barefoot back into the overwhelmingly lovely room. “It’s too much, I-”
“You should know by now that nothing is too much for me when it comes to you,” Satoru chided with a soft chuckle. Refusing to let you step away from her, grabbing your wrist before you could slip away.
She was so close.
That familiar scent of her lulling you back in, daring you to breathe her in again.
And god, you wanted to.
Satoru said your name, and before you knew what you were doing, you were leaning up on your tip toes and pressing your lips to hers, impulsively planting a kiss to her strawberry-flavored mouth.
You knew within half a second that you shouldn’t have done it, but you couldn’t stop yourself, deepening it as your fingertips tenderly grazed her impossibly perfect skin. It took every ounce of self restraint for you to pull away from her, shaking your head as you tried not to cry at the thought you would never get to do that again.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, immediately wishing you could take it back, sure that she would throw you back in the tower for the crime of presuming you could possibly deserve anything as sweet as her lips. “I shouldn’t have-”
But before you could so much as finish your sentence, Satoru was cupping your face and pulling you back in, her nose nestling against yours as her blue eyes sparkled with something you’d never seen in them before.
“Do it again.”
ε✿з
You were kissing her.
For a moment, Satoru was sure she had died and this was heaven.
How often had she scrawled into diaries her deepest dreams of getting to experience the taste of you on her tongue?
Your gentle hands on her face and your heaving chest pressed against hers, lips slipping between her own with desperate affection.
You. Desperate. For her.
Her brain only conjuring her small words and short sentences, too overwhelmed by the sensation of your soft mouth to think straight.
God, you tasted so good.
Fruity and sweet at the same time, your delicate fingers sifting through her hair as you let out the quietest squeak Satoru immediately wanted to hear over and over, sure she’d never get sick of the sound.
And behind the lovestruck haze, a jealous voice scoffed that she should’ve killed Suguru far sooner for getting to taste you like this first.
Slipped the poison in his cup the moment he set his sights on you and made his intent to steal you clear.
Of course, cleaning it up would’ve been much messier, but red hot jealousy coiled and cut through all her cold logic when she thought of his massive mitts manhandling you instead of treating you like the rare flower you really were.
Satoru was the one who spent her life watering you, taking care to tend to the soil and fertilize it, making sure you’d bloom so beautifully for her, and he tried to rip your roots out like you wouldn’t just wither away without her.
“Satoru,” you whispered her name, sucking in a sharp breath as you pulled back, eyes shining with surprise.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you,” she swallowed hard, spit pooling in the back of her mouth.
From the day you looked up at her like some wounded lamb, you had been hers.
Perhaps it had just taken a little separation for you to see that too.
“You were waiting for me?” You repeated, that dazed, dreamy look in your eyes as you looked up at her, as if you thought she was going to change her mind.
“My heart has always been yours,” she proclaimed, although the confession she used to imagine came out far more shaky than it had in her head. Not nearly as cool or collected or calm as she pictured when your cheek was so warm beneath her palm.
Praying that you wouldn’t change your mind now that she had no way to take back the words.
“But I’m-” You were about to put yourself down. To diminish the light inside you that she loved so much.
“You’re mine.”
And no one else’s now.
Before you could protest, claim something silly about the difference in your status, she was pulling you back onto the bed, your form landing on top of hers as the feathered mattress cushioned the fall. You tried to wiggle back, but Satoru simply gripped your waist, refusing to let you budge as she pushed her bottom lip out in a pout you immediately softened for.
“Say it for me,” she requested.
“I have always belonged to you,” you acquiesced, and Satoru wanted to bury herself inside of your heart to make sure there really was no space for anyone else inside of it.
That it was wholly hers the way you already occupied every nook and crevice of her body and brain.
She was craning her neck up to kiss you again, your mouth meeting hers a little slower, more hesitation creeping in as your body began to melt against her. A possessive hand sliding up your spine, already annoyed at the fabric separating your skin from hers.
Needing to feel you properly, for your soft flesh to dimple beneath her fingers, to leave lovebites scattered across every inch of you that you offered.
“It killed me to see you with him,” she muttered, chest seizing at how vulnerable the confession came out.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, shaking your head before she abruptly flipped you over, pinning you beneath her and pushing your dress up to expose-
Oh fuck.
Was every part of you so pretty?
Your pussy glistening as she nudged your thighs further apart, her pulse pounding in her ears as she finally got to see all of you up close. Presented perfectly for her, your nose scrunched up like you might be scared she could possibly find something wrong with you instead of being awestruck by the simple sight of you splayed out for her.
She might not have a cock, but Satoru was sure she could make you cum hard enough to forget about any petty insecurities that might be plaguing you.
“Take your gown off,” Satoru instructed, only realizing how stern it came out when you faltered, hesitating as you bit your bottom lip. “Please.”
Before she had to break down and beg for you to strip.
Satoru sat up and started lifting off her own dress as well, watching the way your eyes hung onto the heave of her breasts, how they kept shyly flickering back up to her face as your fingers slowly moved to remove the fabric.
You weren’t girls anymore.
Not kids playing husband and wife, or king and queen.
Exploring each other for keeps, hands tepidly traveling across hips and thighs and breasts at first, although it didn’t take much time for the touches to turn needy.
Hungry for something you’d both been starving yourselves of for years.
Could you really blame Satoru for not being able to stop herself?
For hooking one of those soft thighs of yours over her shoulder and dragging her tongue along the inside of it before the last little tendril of self-control she possessed snapped?
She had to have you.
Slipping two fingers inside you slowly, feeling the way you squeezed around her digits, your mouth forming a delicious little ‘o’ she wanted to kiss again. Already shaking before she even began to swirl her fingers around inside of you, barely able to contain the heat rolling through her core just watching your reactions as she pushed in deeper.
You whimpered, and every single thing that led up to this in Satoru’s life was suddenly worth it.
The mocking, the marriage, every mistake she made on this meandering path, she’d do all of it again if you were waiting for her at the end of it.
Your lips swollen and kiss-bruised as you let out soft sounds of pleasure that were because of her. Your naked form shivering in the same bed as you reached down to run your fingers through her hair, holding it back as she found herself half-delirious with lust she couldn’t hold back.
Slotting in a third finger the second she thought you could take it, watching your eyes widen and start to water as they rolled back, your hips bucking up to drive her fingers as deep as possible.
“My princess can take more,” she purred, spreading you further apart, greedy eyes gazing on your stripped bare body, the thin sheen of sweat sticking to your skin as you moaned her name.
“S-S’toru,” you cried out, and she was a little tempted to just do this for hours and count how many times she could make you say it precisely like that.
Satoru must have imagined this moment a million times. What your face would look like all scrunched up, how you would shiver and shake as she swirled her fingers in, feeling for all those sensitive spots that had you immediately trying to squirm and wiggle away.
Pushing and pressing into them while she pleaded for you to stay put in her sultriest voice.
“Be a good girl for me,” she hummed, and you nodded, loyal as ever. Itching to please her as badly as she wanted to please you. “Let me love you.”
Let her hold you.
Fuck you.
Make you cum as many times as you could in a single night and then give her the rest of them. All your nights. All your days. Everything.
Satoru had always been greedy.
And you satiated her sweet tooth more than anything else ever did.
Sinking her teeth into the inside of your thighs just because she could, feeling your muscles twitch and spasm as you gasped, caught off guard.
You didn’t stop her.
No, you let her bite and lick and kiss, her mouth latching onto your swollen clit, swirling the tip of her tongue over it as you let out a raw noise. As if someone had just ripped it from your stomach, pulled it out of you too fast for you to soften it.
Her fingers continued to thrust in while she nipped at your clit, just for your body to confirm what she suspected by clenching around her hand like you wanted to trap it in there. You were cumming for her already.
She’d seen you do it with Suguru.
But this one was so much more visceral, no dramatic or drawn-out moan, just your body melting into a puddle for her to mold as you fell apart for her.
You were shuddering, limbs trembling, as you tried to pull her back by her hair.
But you had never been good at telling her no.
Even when she was driving you right to the brink of overstimulation, and then pushing you well past it, greedily sucking on that sensitive bud, pressing her tongue flat against it as she pumped her fingers in-and-out, finding a steady rhythm to ruin you too.
Satoru had never had sex before. Her purity protected well into the marriage she was supposed to save it for. No experience of her own to truly compare this too. But she’d touched herself and pretended it was you enough times to have an idea of what would make you unravel just right.
Operating on instinct, on need, peering up at you from her position between your thighs as pretty tears welled up in your eyes. Satoru wanted to soothe your ache, to kiss them away and drag her tongue over the streaks they left on your cheeks.
Perhaps she should’ve planned a little better, found something bigger to stick in you, to make you moan and murmur for mercy with, watching you fall apart while she teased and toyed with your body now that you had finally given yourself fully to her.
You were so beautiful like this.
Being brought to the heights of pleasure, worshipped the way you should’ve been from the start, her tongue and fingers working together as she clumsily made out with you, only pulling off to drag the thick muscle over your slick folds for a better taste.
“I-I-” You hiccuped, your voice half an octave too high as your thighs clamped down around her head, your own thrown back as you wiggled your hips, chasing a second climax. “I c-can’t-”
“You can,” Satoru hummed, rubbing her own thighs together to soothe the aching need between them. “Want you to cum for me again, princess.”
You wouldn’t deny her.
You never did.
Desperately groaning as you gave in, sweat making both your bodies sticky as you tried to not to tug too hard at her hair, still holding back to not hurt her as you crumbled into a crying mess. Tears slipping out that she was quick to climb back on top of you and wipe away, kissing your lips to swallow your whines, enjoying the way you fit so nicely beneath her until you started to come back down.
“You look so pretty like this,” she softly complimented, tracing her thumb over your lip, already missing your kiss the moment your mouths were apart.
“Toru,” you whispered her name, and she was sure that she would never get sick of hearing it. Far fucking better than the way you used to say Suguru.
“Mhm?” She hummed, chewing on the inside of her cheek as you stared straight through her. That fuzzy look in your eyes fading as understanding replaced the daze.
Like you’d suddenly gained some clarity.
“It was you, was it?” You asked, and you didn’t need to say what when you were both well aware of what you were accusing her of.
Were you really just now considering it?
Was your judgement clouded from your unconditional love? So devoted that you were deluding yourself into ignoring the obvious?
“No,” Satoru lied, still in the habit of hiding the truth if it meant sparing your feelings. Refusing to lose you after she just got you. “It wasn’t me.”
ε✿з
You were flying far too close to the sun.
You knew that somewhere deep inside of you as Satoru snuggled against your collarbone, her warmth wrapped around you as she burned you up. Her scorching touch seared into your skin as she refused to let even an inch separate the two of you.
Sooner or later, your wings were going to fail you, and send you tumbling out of the sky back to the ground.
Would she catch you when you crashed?
Or would you be left to stare up at her until she was just a beautiful bird flying high out of your reach?
All you were doing was damning yourself by dreaming of a happy ending with her.
You guessed you should just be grateful for what you had while you had it.
That she hadn’t cut your tongue out for daring to slip it between her lips.
It hadn’t been the first time you had thought about it.
But even entertaining the idea of her choosing you had always been so preposterous you pushed your budding feelings down deep, refusing to let them devour you no matter how often she occupied your dreams.
Your life had been built around the pristine pedestal you placed her on.
Your world revolved around her smile, her laugh, hearing your twinkling voice in your ear and feeling her soft fingers brushing over your skin.
Everything you’d ever done had been for her.
So why did it feel like you’d just gone from warming one ruler’s sheets to another?
As if you were just in her bed for the comfort she brought, the security of her position.
You hoped she wouldn’t think that. That she understood that if she asked you to run away with her today, you would accept without hesitation.
Next to her now, her sleepy eyes fluttering open as she hummed your name, it just made you think of how stupid you were not to have been doing this all along. For not seeing this for what it was sooner.
“You’ll be safe here,” Satoru murmured, snuggling against you as you rolled onto your side. Keeping herself glued to you, her lips lingering on your skin with a content sigh.
“What happens next?” You murmured, watching the morning sun beginning to rise through the stained glass window, slowly chasing the dark away as your personal sunshine faltered for a moment.
“They’re still investigating his passing,” she mumbled, refusing to say Suguru’s name. Or call it for what it must have been. An assassination someone wanted to make you the scapegoat for. “You haven’t been officially cleared yet.”
And still, she’d showed up for you, hadn’t she?
“But I will be?” You hopefully asked, your heart thrumming at the thought of this being ripped from you too.
“Nothing will happen to you,” she swore.
You had given her your heart. Your soul. Your body.
Those were all you really had to offer.
But handing her your trust?
That was…tricky.
Especially when she wouldn’t offer any more details about your detainment as the minutes melted into hours and the hours twisted into days that just kept passing.
In the dark moments, a cold voice suggested that you should at least consider the chance she could have done it. Orchestrated it from the shadows. But she had told you she hadn’t.
She would’ve confessed it if she had.
Suguru had his fair share of enemies. Disgruntled rulers from other kingdoms, angry nobles and dukes who wanted more power than he allowed.
It wasn’t like it was outrageous that one of them had grown sick of his antics and took matters into their own hands.
So you tried to be content too, Satoru trading your tower for more comfortable quarters, her trusted knights stationed outside the room you caught glimpses at when she slipped in-and-out, leaving you to attend to her duties most days.
She brought you meals, insisting on hand feeding you half the time, murmuring under her breath that you couldn’t be trusted to do it yourself before she had you for dessert. Hands spreading your thighs apart as she lapped and licked you up, refusing to pull off until you had cum on her tongue or come undone with her fingers, falling apart for her to mend back together.
Still, it had started to feel like you were becoming more a part of her schedule than like her partner.
Perhaps that was wishing too much though.
Wanting more than you had any right to ask for.
At the end of the day, you would still always be a maid in everyone’s eyes.
Her pet.
Her people wouldn’t exactly be pleased to know that their queen was more interested in women than securing another king or providing them an heir?
Were you a price she was willing to pay for political control? Would there come a day where she would remarry another man?
Was it already being arranged while you wasted weeks lounging around in her bed and longing for her to join you, smelling her scent on the pillow and aching for her return?
The worst part was how Satoru was so hesitant to let you hold her, doing everything on her terms as she came up with excuse after excuse to keep your hands either bound behind your back or tethered in her hair instead of tracing over her soft skin.
Did she think you were too dirty?
That you would stain her supple flesh if you so much as squeezed her close?
No matter how much it stung, you still shoved down your discomfort. Told yourself that you should be grateful for what she was giving you and ignore how much she withheld.
You had to plead with her just to be allowed to visit her office during the days to keep yourself from going insane. A trusted knight always had to accompany you there, a shawl hiding your face as they carefully took you there when no one else would be around. She stocked extra books for you, a basket left next to one of the armchairs with embroidery supplies, sometimes making you write letters for her that she couldn’t care to do herself to foreign kingdoms and nobles to settle their unrest.
And after a month, you began to settle.
Setting aside old foolish hopes and accepting your new routine.
Waiting for her to join you in her office, curling up in one of the other chairs as you tried to tell yourself that she’d come back soon. She had run off to attend some important meeting, patting your head and telling you that it was nothing when you tried to ask what it was about.
So what if it made you feel a little pathetic for waiting around like a poor puppy dog abandoned by her owner?
Satoru would return to you.
And she made all of it worth it.
Your body was beginning to fall asleep though, pins and needles pricking your limbs when you stood to shake it off, walking around in a circle and wondering if you were just destined to be on her leash before you decided to slump yourself in her chair instead.
It smelled like her.
Your body relaxing at the scent, already trained as your eyes skimmed over her cluttered desk space, papers strewn around from the hurry she left in before.
Curiosity pricking at you as you found yourself slowly opening up drawers and peeking inside to see if there was anything interesting hiding from you. And slipped underneath thick ledgers and blank papers was a plain black leather-bound notebook you’d seen her writing in before.
You pulled it out, a not-at-all small piece of you hoping that maybe it was a secret diary as you started flipping through it, that you’d find your own name scribbled down with hearts drawn next to it.
It turned out your name was there.
But it was the words that were with it that sent your stomach through the floor.
The contents of it were cold.
Sharp. Each word punctuated so deeply that the ink bled between the pages.
The confirmation that she loved you was there. Just sandwiched between white hot anger that someone else had gotten to touch you first. To fuck you in the bed you belonged in with her.
Queasiness slowly building in your core, something thick and slimy coiling around your heart as you skipped from the earlier entries to the more recent ones, knowing what was coming before you found the entry for the day Suguru died.
And there in between the lines, the truth stared back at you.
She had dinner with Suguru.
Shared a meal together right before he went to join you that she never once mentioned to you.
No.
This couldn’t be right.
Satoru couldn’t have-
Or well, if she did, she wouldn’t have framed you for it.
She loved you.
Swore that you were hers and that she’d never let anything awful happen to you again. The idea that she’d put you through hell just to have you all to herself was crippling.
Maybe she didn’t outright admit that she’d done it, maybe you still didn’t know precisely how, but you knew it was her with a scary sort of certainty.
Your body freezing as you read and reread the five short lines in front of you detailing her evening, forcing yourself to turn the page and read ahead, to see her absolutely unaffected as she offered just a single line about Suguru dying. Images of his face, that awful look in his eyes before he collapsed floating back up as you choked on the stomach-churning memory of him.
An awful thought crept in that she left it here for you to find. That some part of her hoped you’d be nosey enough to snoop and come across it.
For you to see all of her.
Was it a test?
Her attempt to see if your devotion to her was strong enough to stay despite what she’d done.
You closed the book, shoving it back where you found it and standing up as the knowledge started to sink in, to seep through and cast a darker shade on your days together as you rushed to return to your chair.
What if it had all been designed to keep you firmly in your place beneath her? Confined to her chambers and chained to her heart?
Didn’t she already know she didn’t need to do any of it for you to stay?
The door opened with a creak, and you were reopening the forgotten book you’d been reading before you found the forbidden one.
“Hi, beautiful,” Satoru greeted as she walked over, bending over to press a soft kiss on your cheek before breezing past to her desk.
“Hi, Toru,” you echoed, pretending to be absorbed in the book in your hands, hoping she wouldn’t notice you were holding it upside down.
You closed it, placing it in your lap as you looked up at her with easy obedience, praying she wouldn’t pay any mind to the suspicion now lingering underneath it.
“Was I gone long?” She earnestly asked as she slid into her seat, scooting it up close to her desk and leaning across it as her blue eyes focused solely on your face.
“It felt like it,” you confessed, swallowing hard.
“I must make it up to you tonight then,” your Toru teased, her perfectly cruel mouth curling up as she delivered a cute wink.
She did make it up to you.
But it didn’t make you forget what you found.
What were you meant to do about it?
Pretend you hadn’t? Pray that no one else would ever discover what you had?
You wished she would abandon this. Abdicate the throne and take you away somewhere warm.
But it was Satoru.
Hadn’t you learned already she refused to give up anything once it was hers?
The privilege, the power, the promise of a gold gilded future with you waiting on her.
She would never let it go.
It was you that didn’t know how to move forward. That could figure out where to go from here when she didn’t seem to notice your indiscretion.
You spent two days torn over it. Treading softly with her, feigning that you were fine overnight until she left you again and you unraveled in her absence.
Opening the bedroom door an hour after she left, already knowing who’d you find on the other side.
A brute of a man standing guard, his back to the opposite wall as his ruby red eyes narrowed at you with pure annoyance.
“No.”
You hadn’t even spoken yet.
Eying him with the same irritation he showed for you, nose scrunching up as you stopped yourself from huffing.
Most of the guards she had stationed outside your room changed, unaware of who they were even protecting, a rotating roster of men ready to keep you from breaking free. But not him.
He was always the one posted directly by your door.
Dark pink hair falling down in his face, scarred and marked skin always creased in a stern scowl when he caught you staring at him, one foot about to fall forward before he shook his head.
“Stop,” he grunted as you peeked out of the door, and you feigned innocence, shrugging your shoulders.
“I just want to go to her office,” you pleaded, and he glared at you, refusing to even entertain your request.
“No,” he deadpanned.
But there was something underneath his rude facade that you didn’t like. Your brows pinching together as you tried to pout at him, to come up with something persuasive enough to change his answer.
Before you could, there was the click of heels, and you glanced back to see Satoru returning, a platter prepared with desserts. Her pretty face was pinched up with obvious displeasure though, her mouth twitching down as you hurried to step back inside your room.
She was slamming the door shut after you a few seconds later, half-shoving the tray into your hands as she turned to you with a disgruntled hiss.
“Why were you speaking to him?” Satoru snapped, and the only thing you could properly think about was how pretty she looked when she was jealous.
The downturn of her lips, the way her blue eyes glinted with unfettered annoyance, blowing air out of her nose as she tilted her head to the side all dramatically.
“I wanted to see you,” you murmured, cupping her face just for her jaw to clench.
Torn between taking you at your word and questioning it.
“You know I would be here with you all the time if I could,” she softly said, despite how cold her stare still was. Her hands still held warmth for you though. Delicately picking up a slice of a cake she must’ve requested the chef make, bringing it up to your lips.
You opened up for her. Holding her stare as she pushed it through, taking a small bite as she watched you swallow it.
“I worry about you,” you confessed as she wiped the icing from the corner of your mouth.
“Don’t.”
You never thought Satoru could possibly ask too much of you.
But that was simply impossible.
And the longer you went without any answers, the more you found yourself starting to spiral. To unravel as you waited and waited for something to change.
What could you do?
It wasn’t like the court you’d never found any friends in would support what the two of you shared. Satoru had kept you completely clueless to what was happening outside of the two rooms you could be in, ignorant to how much trouble she might be in with no husband to wear the crown.
Truthfully, you had no plan.
No magical solution that struck you in the middle of the night.
But you wanted to help.
Peeking back out into the hallway a week after you first found her book, ready to prod and press her knight for more information on what you’d been missing, but to your surprise, the hallway was empty.
No sign of anyone as you slipped out, your heart thrumming loudly in your chest as you started down the familiar path to her office.
It was a short walk, but every step made your chest constrict, pulse pounding so loud you were sure someone had to hear until you were finally there, her office door cracked open just enough for you to steal a glimpse inside.
The knight was there, his brows knitted together tight as he looked through all the books lining the shelves, walking over to her desk and carefully looking through the documents on it with that permanent scowl of his.
Searching for something.
Oh no.
You had a feeling you knew exactly what he was hoping to find.
He was going to betray her, wasn’t he? Looking for proof of what she’d done
His hand reached for the drawer her notebook was in, and you were pushing the door open before he could discover it.
Your suspicions were confirmed with how straight he abruptly stood, acting as if he hadn’t just been snooping.
“What are you doing out of your room?” He snarled at you, his voice hoarse and harsh as you refused to tremble or back down.
“What are you doing in here?” You returned the question, throat constricting at the intensity of his glare.
You weren’t brave. Not nearly as strong or stubborn as Satoru.
It wasn’t like anyone would ever be intimidated by you.
But you would try for her.
He didn’t answer your question, just grinding his back molars as he stepped out from around the desk, starting to stomp over as if he planned to drag you out and toss you back into your room.
If he did that though, he might just come back and find precisely what he was looking for.
So while he started towards you, you walked the opposite way around to where he’d been, a lie slipping off your tongue like you were used to telling them, “I just wanted to grab some books I left in here.”
“Hurry up then,” he scoffed, biting his tongue, probably not pushing it so you wouldn’t go and tattle to Toru about him being in here.
He thought you were stupid.
Just a brainless fool who was only good for getting fingered and fucked.
Not batting an eye when you grabbed a couple books you’d set aside on Satoru’s desk before pulling open the drawer and grabbing her diary, sliding it in the middle of the pile as her knight impatiently looked outside the door.
She would notice it was gone.
And you would have to fess up, admit that you’d read it enough to know to take it.
You’d rather her be mad at you than to get caught for her crime.
Stoking the flames in the fireplace the second your guard half-pushed you back into the room you were supposed to be in, ripping out the incriminating pages first and using them for tender before tossing the rest of the book in.
Watching it go up in flames, ashes sputtering out as it turned to dust in front of your eyes while you paced the floor and planned out the speech you would give her.
Or would have given her had she actually returned for dinner.
The sun setting and the moon replacing it through your window as you waited and waited for her to come for you. Debating and drowning in your anxieties over what could be taking her so long, your eyes compelled back to the burning papers, using the fire poker to keep the flames going before you were finally forced to face the reality that Satoru might not be showing up tonight.
Climbing back under the freezing covers, the bed so much bigger without her there to curl up against.
It didn’t matter how silky the sheets were or how comfortable the mattress was.
You couldn’t sleep anymore when there wasn’t the scent of her perfume and the softness of her skin to comfort you.
Was she upset with you?
Had something awful happened to her?
To make everything worse, you started to hear a…commotion on the floor below you. Voices and the sound of things moving around, shouts and scuffles that only served to heighten your nerves.
You almost opened the door to go find out what was going on. Sneak out again to search for the truth, but every time your hand settled on the knob, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn it.
Ignorance could be bliss.
But the truth would come out sooner or later.
Curled up on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together as your eyes stuck to the door, shadows dancing across the floor as the sun rose once again.
When it opened again, you were immediately standing, wiping sweaty palms on your nightdress as your breath got stuck in your throat, a hot lump forming the moment Satoru actually walked through.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she softly greeted, exhaustion obvious in the dark circles betraying her beautiful face.
“What happened?” You asked, studying her features for some clue, heart slamming into your chest as you tried to figure out what the chaos beneath you could possibly be. What could’ve taken her so long to come to you.
“They discovered who killed our dearly departed king,” she said, a faint hint of amusement shimmering before she turned away to lock the door behind her.
“What?” Your throat closed up, the word coming out as a stunned squeak as your brain tried to add together everything you knew.
The person who killed Suguru was standing in front of you.
If they knew that, she would be on her way to the gallows.
Not turning around so you could undo her corset.
You automatically stepped forward, fingers trembling as you undid her dress out of habit.
“One of the knights slipped poison into his wine,” Satoru apathetically huffed, as if it was a waste of time to even talk about it.
“One of the knights?” You echoed, reaching for something you didn’t know if you were confident enough to confront her about right as you unlaced the final part. Satoru stepped out of it with ease, her perfect body on display as she twisted back around to look over her shoulder at you. “Which one?”
“Does it matter?” She scoffed, arching up an eyebrow, clearly unhappy with your question.
But you still had one more left.
“Why?”
Her hesitation to answer gave you a different one.
“You know as well as I do what he was like,” she said, a little too snappy as she squinted at you.
But the moment the words were out there, you could see she regretted her response, her fingers skimming over your waist and squeezing you tenderly. “It’s all over now.”
You stared at her.
Satoru was lying to you.
You didn’t know why it surprised you. Couldn’t explain why it left you so shocked, staring at her in silence as you struggled to find something to say that wouldn’t give away what you knew.
“The knight was executed over night,” she added, your heart stilling as you realized the toll had risen to two.
But could you be upset when the other option was one, or maybe both of you taking their place?
“How did-”
“He stole something of mine,” Satoru muttered, and you knew what must’ve happened without her offering anything else.
She must have returned to her office first and realized her journal was gone.
And there were only two people she trusted enough to have access to the office it was kept in.
So she pinned the blame on her knight and beheaded him before he could speak about any of its contents or piece together what she’d done for you.
“He didn’t,” you breathed, your lungs shrinking as you struggled to get any more air in.
One of you had to be honest here.
She blinked at you, not comprehending what you were saying.
“What?”
“It was me,” you admitted, stiffly shrugging your shoulders. “I saw him searching your office. And, I, um, took it and threw it in the hearth.”
“You burned my-?”
“I read it,” you swallowed hard, that hard lump still there, still choking you up as you avoided her stare. “Before. I know-”
“No,” she cut you off, grabbing your chin and forcing you to tilt your face up to meet hers. “You, you were supposed to stay out of this.”
You knew in an instant all she wanted was to protect you. To shield you from the nasty politics and petty games these awful people liked to play.
But you couldn’t stand the idea of her doing anything at the expense of herself.
“You should have told me from the start,” you insisted. “I-I would’ve-”
“Your hands were supposed to be clean.” And your head empty.
Did she think you wouldn’t have loved her if you knew what she had done?
And now you had helped her conceal it.
“We could have-” You started, about to tell her that as long as you were together, you could work out the rest.
“If I told you before, you would have said there was another way,” Satoru solemnly said, her eyes narrowing as her fingers tightened around your wrist.
You couldn’t really argue that. You would have said precisely that. Told her it was too risky. Tried to dissuade her from taking drastic measures and attempting to convince her to run away with you.
You used to wish that the two of them would find a way to work it out. That you could find a happily ever after where everyone would get along.
What would your reaction have been if she touched your face and told you that she was going to murder her husband?
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She pressed when you took too long to reply, her fingers pinching your chin to draw your attention back to right now. “I was not about to let you carry his child.”
It wasn’t like you could have hers.
Even if you’d do that in a heartbeat.
“He would have just kept putting babies in you and pushing me away from you” Satoru hissed, jealousy and anger rolling into her raw voice. “I couldn’t-”
“I know,” you interrupted her this time, softening as you leaned into her.
“Now it’s just us again,” she whispered conspiratorially, pressing a clipped-short nail against the tip of your nose.
How were you supposed to be mad about that?
You held your breath though, still searching for anything that could stand in the way.
“These people, they are not going to just let you rule forever,” you whispered, thinking about what could befall both of you if her treason was ever discovered. Sure, she’d found someone to blame, but there must be other loose ends. Whoever she obtained the poison from. The subjects who never supported her as queen to start with. “If they find out or-”
Satoru pressed her finger against your mouth, stopping you while you spiralled.
“Princess,” she murmured, clicking her tongue as her initial emotions swirled into that cocky confidence of hers. Pride returning as she realized that you weren’t going to condemn or curse her, but that you were concerned for her. “Don’t you know me?”
You hoped that meant she had already considered every side of your fear and took care of every conceivable problem.
“I love you,” you offered instead, your voice trembling as you put your trust in her hands.
“His throne is mine,” she smiled softly. And his concubine.
“What if someone else challenges it?” You pressed.
“There’s going to be a baby born with dark hair and purple eyes in a few months. His child. The mother doesn’t want the child, so I made a deal. She gets her own estate. We will get our heir,” She explained, speaking in short sentences like it would make the revelation easier to swallow.
“Someone else was pregnant with his child?” You breathed, taken aback.
When the fuck did he have the time to plow someone else’s field when he pretended to be so preoccupied with you?
It was wrong, especially when it wasn’t like your heart had ever wanted him, but it wounded your own pride a little bit at the idea you hadn’t been enough for him.
You supposed you should’ve suspected it, if Satoru wasn’t enough for him either.
“You weren’t his only-”
“Whore,” you finished for her, the word coming out a little strangled as you saw the situation for what it was.
All you’d been was a warm body to Suguru.
You were both disposable, to be used and discarded when his interests drifted.
“We’ll tell everyone the baby is yours,” she added, as if she had already planned every last detail out. “And until the child is old enough, I can still rule as a regent.”
Was that why she’d been hiding you away?
Faking a pregnancy instead of keeping you prisoner?
“Do you think they’ll accept a child they think is a bastard?” You asked, needing her to say yes.
To assure you that your fears were unfounded.
That she’d take care of you the same way she always had.
“I will give them no other option.”
When she spoke like that, that cold look icing over her eyes as she steeled her resolve, you knew she would. That she would do anything necessary to make sure of it.
“And what? We live happily ever after?”
Say yes.
You needed it. Craved her confirmation.
Looking up at her as your trembling fingers reached out to trace her waist, holding your breath as she nodded slowly.
“Forever.”
Your angel was standing in front of you promising you everything you ever wanted.
How were you ever meant to say no?
Even if she would lead you straight to Hell.
“You can be my queen,” Satoru murmured, giving you that pretty puppy dog pout you always fell for, placated as she leaned down to leave a soft kiss to your forehead like it was all settled.
Regret still lingering in your body as you ached to actually be that for her. Wishing your circumstances had been different from the beginning.
That you were never cursed to be so far below her, and in the body of a woman that could never wear a matching ring or recite wedding vows to her.
“I wish I was a-”
“Do not,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “You are perfect precisely the way you are.”
“Then why don’t you let me love you like you love me?” You asked, almost immediately annoyed at yourself for sounding a little whiney.
But you wanted to be inside of her.
To feel her squeeze and squirm around you, to hear her dissolve into messy whimpers and whines because of you.
“W-what do you mean?” She stuttered, her white brows arching up high as her lips got stuck in the sort of ‘o’ that made you itch to slip your tongue inside of her.
“I want to make you feel good,” you simply said, cheeks heating up as you swallowed the spit pooling in your mouth.
You had never seen Satoru nervous before.
Her mouth opened and clamped shut a few times before she started trying to ramble off reasons that she was better at giving, but you were sick of them.
Sick of all the stupid things that had kept you apart.
All the years you could’ve spent in her warmth that you missed out on. Mourning what both of your lives could’ve been if you were born as other people.
But she had sworn you were enough for her.
Was it wrong to want to show her how she was far more than enough for you?
“I-I just like the way you taste and-”
You kissed her mid-sentence, shutting her up before she could stall this any longer.
Grabbing her this time, guiding her back to the bed one step at a time, tangling your fingers in her soft, silky hair as your tongue slipped past her lips, tracing the sharp tips of her canines until her back hit the mattress.
And god, the moment you climbed on top of her, straddling her soft waist and pausing to peel your nightdress over your head, you hated yourself for not doing it sooner.
For missing out on the view you were currently taking in, eyes slowly drifting over the swell of her breasts, the pink peaked buds of her nipples as she sucked in uneven breaths, staring up at you with those dazzling blue eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, the words ripped from you as you struggled to keep yourself steady.
It felt like you were defiling something holy.
Her sacred body below you, your fingertips skimming over her pale stomach, swirling slowly across her nipple as you bit your bottom lip.
If she was an altar, a god, you’d pray to her every day.
Swear your faith and undying devotion, shower her with offerings and pray for just a sliver of her favor.
You couldn't believe she was yours.
“I’m a virgin,” Satoru suddenly blurted out, your fingers freezing as you drifted them back down below her belly button.
“Oh,” you blinked.
You suppose it should’ve been obvious.
But you had never really thought too hard about it.
You never exactly prized your virtue. But hers was different.
Special.
“Do you want me to stop?” You tentatively asked, about to climb back off of her before her hand gripped onto your hip to hold you there.
“No,” she answered a little too quickly.
So you came up with another solution to, ah, quell her nerves.
The ribbons you used to tie her hair with now strewn all over the bed, a long one in your hands as you adjusted her head forward.
“I’ll be gentle,” you promised.
Even though she practically jumped at every tiny touch you delivered to her skin, shivering at just a brush of your thumb over her nipple and when you leaned close enough for your breath to ghost across her throat.
You wrapped the ribbon around her eyes, excitement tingling between your fingers as you fixed the silk ribbon into its proper place, tying a pretty bow around the back, careful not to get her hair caught in it.
“Can you see?” You asked, humming softly with satisfaction as you lifted her wrists up next, positioning them above her hair as she writhed in the sheets.
“No,” she echoed, her voice shaking a little no matter how cocky she still tried to sound.
“Good.”
You tied her wrists next, watching the way she tested how strong the knot was by flexing them as you smiled to yourself.
“You know, you’re so mean,” you murmured, tracing your fingertip across her sharp features, brushing your thumb over her defined cheekbones before drifting down to her soft lips. “It’s only fair I get to play with you too.”
“I’m never mean to you,” Satoru huffed, and you were a little tempted to grab another ribbon and gag her with it for playing dumb.
“I hate it when you hide things from me,” you muttered, shaking your head with a soft tut of your tongue.
“I do it because-”
“You love me?” You asked, slowly shuffling down her body, pressing kiss after kiss across her heaving breasts down her slender abdomen.
Hoisting one of her thighs over your shoulder, sucking in a breath before you leaned in to leave on the most sensitive spot on her body.
“S-so much,” her cute voice cracked, nearly crumbling at the soft contact.
All her strength quickly melted into a puddle of pure need, her hips bucking up when you shifted down to start sucking on it, a gorgeous whimper escaping her – and immediately making you greedy for more.
You never thought Satoru would be at your mercy.
Her pretty pale body shivering, perfect skin glistening with sweat as she shuddered for you, her soft thighs trying to close around your head as you dragged your tongue down across her soaked cunt.
You didn’t think anything could ever taste so goddamn good.
No better than a man, wiggling your own hips down into the mattress to chase friction you couldn’t find, pushing your tongue in-and-out as her muscles twitched and tensed beneath your fingertips.
Suguru had never gotten you half as wet as her.
Never worked you up like this, left you soaked and squirming without even being touched. Your thighs pressing together to push down the heat stirring in your core, your pulse pounding so hard you nearly couldn’t hear her whining over it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I-I-”
You knew Satoru loved to chatter.
But once you were inside her it was like she physically couldn’t shut up, stammering and stuttering out curses, straining against the binds on her wrists and whining about not being able to see you.
“P-please, wanna see you, want to, oh god,” she begged, the beautiful arch of her back nearly breaking your resolve as heat soared straight up to cloud your head.
And before you could stop yourself, you were twisting around, angling your hips down to put your own pussy perfectly above her mouth, shutting her up by giving her something to lick and suck instead.
“Oh, fuck, ngh-”
Her words traded in for another heated moan as she shoved her tongue inside you, swirling it in with a desperation you found yourself quick to succumb to.
It really wasn’t fair that she was so good at everything you tried.
But you still refused to completely lose yourself, working harder to make her cum first, slipping your thumb up to her clit, only pulling off to start cooing and condescendingly coaxing her into coming undone, copying the same methods she so expertly pulled on you.
“C-come on,” you murmured, dragging your thumb in a slow circle as she shifted to suck on your clit just right, driving you right to the brink with her eagerness to give you everything she had. “Show me how much you love me.”
Preferably by falling to pieces on your tongue.
Sweat practically dripping off her, her moans reverberating through you as her body began to shake. On the very brink of breaking, pushed closer and closer as she started to cry out your name.
Her soft voice was music to your ears, a soft purr that made all the knots in your stomach pull tight instead of making them curdle like Suguru’s sometimes had.
You slipped your fingers inside her, feeling the way her walls squeezed down on them, trying to keep you in as you worked her oversensitive bud. She made a cute little squeak, her tongue lolling out as she began to babble again, “S’too much, I-I-”
“Shhh,” you murmured, pressing your tongue down as she spasmed and whimpered desperately at the sensation. “Can’t you cum for me?”
You glanced back over your shoulder to see the sight of her nodding hard and fast, the blindfold slightly crooked and her hands clawing at the pillow as she chased her climax.
“Put that pretty tongue of yours to better use,” you softly suggested, ignoring the initial discomfort at your reversed roles as you grinded your hips down on her face.
Apparently, your Toru could be a good listener too when she tried.
Doing her best to devote her tongue to you right up until the moment she couldn’t hold herself together anymore, cumming with a cry into your clit as your fingers found a sweet spot right below her cervix, pressing on it as you teased her swollen bud with the tip of your own pink muscle.
She was trembling, her legs twitching and toes curling as she let out devastated little whines that it wasn’t fair, squirming as you cleaned her up, enjoying the way she whimpered every single time your tongue dragged over her skin.
You could spend eternity buried between her thighs.
Or with hers between yours.
So what if it might be too much to ask?
She would make the universe give it to you anyway.
ε✿з
“My pretty princess.”
And her not terribly ugly son.
Satoru traced your face with her fingers, sighing to herself as the morning sun kissed your face, bathed you in beautiful warmth – oh, and the baby in your arms. Both of you snoozing softly, drool leaking out on your nightdress as you slept on your side, blissfully unaware of the outside world.
You made a pretty mother. Loved the little bastard Satoru did her best to tolerate.
Cradling an infant that neither of you had to carry, kissing his forehead and proudly showing him off to the other members of the court after he was born.
He’d never know he wasn’t yours. No one would.
Satoru would make sure of it.
His mother had been more than happy to take the estate. Especially when she knew the alternative would be Satoru taking her tongue to ensure she’d never talk.
She was still keeping tabs though. Just to be safe.
To make sure that this happy little family of hers would stay that way.
The nobles had protested. Insisted that she had no place as queen with Suguru dead. But his son, with his soft purple eyes and dark hair, well, that was enough to buy her eighteen more years.
Of course, there were still whispers.
Rumors swirled that she quickly snuffed out, either with quiet compensation or cold force. So what if a few more people had to be poisoned to protect your life together?
Rewriting history hadn’t been that hard.
No one needed to remember how much she hated Suguru. Or how rocky the marriage had been.
She got to be the mourning widow. The gracious wife still honoring her deceased husband by letting his bastard child be the heir. Raising him with a concubine instead of throwing both of them out.
That was how she’d be remembered.
“Good morning,” you yawned, slowly cracking your eyes open as you smiled at her.
“Sleep well?” She inquired, tempted to pick up the baby and place him back in his cradle so she could be cuddled instead.
You still had nightmares sometimes. Ones where you’d thrash around and she’d have to scoop him up and call for a wet nurse to take him until morning.
Waking you up to soothe you, stroking your hair and pretending not to know she was the reason for them.
And yet, you looked at her like she hung the sun in the sky and shined bright enough to chase away all the shadows. To bury the skeletons somewhere you’d never see them.
“Mhm,” you hummed, affectionately glancing between his chubby cheeks up to Satoru’s persistent pout as she puffed air into them.
“Have any attention left for me?” She pleaded, craning her neck over them to dramatically wait for you to press a gentle kiss to her nose.
you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do it, he doesn't even come to your first meeting! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is? Can both of you find an agreement or love - and once you do, how do you be just one of his women?
pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader
contents/warnings - Historically INNACURATE, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, smut, court tactics, reader missing her lover Suguru, drama, he falls first and he falls hard. This chap - a lot of emotions and angst, past loves, Suguru in his regret arc, cute, down bad Satoru - he is SO IN LOVE. No smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of violence, say hi to Jin Shi too!!
A/N - I made this one a little shorter so I can actually start putting these out again more regularly, 10k plus is a little fkn daunting ahh! We have three more chapters to wrap these cuties up. Ty for everyone who was so patient!
art is by @3-aem they're insanely talented 🥹
part seven - playlist - masterlist - part nine (soon)
part eight
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Satoru asks you the next morning – Lola is locked up and so is Suguru, down in the dungeons.
Satoru wants them both dead, however he needs Suguru alive for just a bit.
Your dumb fucking Knight.
He looks at you carefully, his baby blue eyes flickering against your skin, you’re still not fully your normal color, paled just a bit, he pauses – brushing a lock of your hair back as you walk to him. “Should you even be up?”
“I will go insane laying in bed all day,” you sway just a bit, his hand coming to grip your waist, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.
“Foolish girl, can’t even stand up,” he clicks his tongue, you rest your head against his chest, hugging him tightly around his waist, yawning just a bit. “Go back to sleep.”
“I must see what is going on,” your mind races – a million thoughts abound, wondering just what exactly had transpired.
It was only bits and pieces.
The emperor sighs, shaking his head as he buries his face against your neck, he’s exhausted, too. He barely got a bit of sleep before convening with the barrister, holding an emergency meeting of his council due to Lola’s return, and the poisoning of his Empress. The one in his arms, so very weak – but she is alive.
“I hated leaving the bed,” he admits softly, brushing your hair back, his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck, inhaling again, like he can’t get enough of you. “I was so fucking scared that…”
“I am here, Emperor,” you whisper, tears stinging your eyes. “I am feeling mostly back to normal, I promise.”
“And has there been any…” He trails off, unable to finish, feeling you tense just a bit, pulling back to look up at him, as he cups your face.
“No,” you whisper – knowing his question without him asking.
Blood.
Has there been any blood?
Were you still pregnant?
“None at all?” He asks, swallowing visibly, his eyes burning, dark circles marring his otherwise perfect complexion. You grip his wrist gently, shaking your head.
“None at all, Toru,” he exhales in relief, though he doesn’t want to get too excited – you still had been poisoned, even with Mao’s quick work of it. “I am going to get checked in a bit, I just… wanted to know about… her.”
“Lola?” He says it like a curse word – it is one, truly. You nod. “She’s locked up for the moment, but she won’t live to see the week.”
“Toru, should you truly-”
“I will kill her,” he cuts you off, ever so quiet, tilting your chin. “For everything she fucking did. Don’t you try to talk me out of it.”
“And… Sir Geto?”
He sighs, shaking his head. “I need his testimony, so I offered a deal – you can decide his fate. I’m sure you’d be a little more kind to that man than I would be.”
You go to open your mouth, when the door opens, and advisor Ijichi comes in, pushing up his monocle, smiling with relief as he sees you. “My Empress, it’s so good to see you awake.”
“Ijichi,” you rush up and hug him, making the man blush. “I heard you carried me to safety, yes?”
“Of course I did, it was no bother,” he’s a flustered mess, Satoru can’t help but laugh softly at the sight of him awkwardly patting your back. “I come bearing some news for you both.”
“I’m listening,” Satoru’s hand doesn’t leave the small of your back, the warmth seeping through your layers, your silk underlayers, your pretty dress, one that Satoru’s mom had made for you.
You couldn’t help but love the little touches of home with the added lace, the billowing sleeves. You love her so very much, she had checked on you much this morning, and you hated that she was worried like that over you – though perhaps no one went through as much as Satoru that night, from what you heard.
‘It was terrible,’ she had said, sniffling – usually a formidable woman, she was vulnerable laying next to you in the bed as you’d brushed her hair back. ‘You shouldn’t be comforting me!’
‘I put you both through a fright,’ she had sighed, snuggling up, the infamous Gojo strands much like her son’s. One would almost think her as a sister, she still looked so very young and lovely, even with reddened eyes. ‘How bad was it for him? I hope he did not…’
‘Lose it completely?’ You nodded, swallowing. ‘I thought I’d lose him and you together with how he acted.’
‘Mama Gojo, do not say that,’ your heart ached then. ‘I cannot have him hurting himself over me.’
‘I was terrified,’ she had swiped her eyes, shaking her head and exhaling. ‘I am also scared of… if you’re…’
‘We weren’t sure if I was pregnant completely, yet,’ you tried to smile, but it fell flat. ‘I will get checked soon.’
‘If anything happens to that baby, I’ll kill-’
‘Mama Gojo!’
She had been very serious.
To think of what Satoru went through while you were unconscious breaks your heart, you only know a bit, likely to not upset you further. But you feel it, how tightly he’s holding you, like he can’t stand to pull away – and you don’t want him to, you want to be locked right in his embrace for as long as you could be.
“Sir Geto would like to talk to the Empress alone,” Satoru scoffs, and you can’t help but tense up. “I told him you would not allow such a thing, but even so – if you did, I would go down with her as protection.”
“Fuck him, I should put him out to be hung,” he curses, holding you so tight you wince, making him pause. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“You’re all right, Toru,” you smile reassuringly. “I don’t think Geto would hurt me if I-”
“He almost killed you!?”
“That was Lola,” you mumble, Satoru laughs again, a psychotic sound, as if he was actively losing it, brushing a hand through his hair until it’s a mess. “I’m not saying he isn’t to blame, but there are a couple questions I need answered before you throw him out of a tower window.”
“He’ll splatter so lovely,” Satoru says, longingly – you giggle a little, shaking your head at him. “No?”
“I have some things I really need to know…” He knows what you mean, the past you had shared and just how much of that was questionable, how much did Suguru lie to you over the years?
He got the note when they confiscated everything Suguru had, but he has not brought it up to you, not yet. Not realizing how horrible he made you feel when you first got there, how lonely and hopeless – he’d read it several times just this morning as you slept, restless, tossing and turning in the bed as he sat at that desk.
He doesn’t know how to bring it up, to apologize – you surely must think he’d be furious about it, but he is not.
Of course you missed home during that time, and the perceived ‘perfection’ of Suguru and the comforts of a place you grew up in.
“Then I shall allow you to have your moments alone,” you hug him tightly, letting him brush back your hair. “Kiyo will stay close to the door.”
“You may as well, Toru… I just…”
“No, I realize there is much to be said,” he sighs now, chin resting on your head. “I’m so very exhausted.”
“As am I, I just wish we could…”
“Yes,” he grimaces now. “I also must speak to the little murderous harlot.”
“You’re going to kill her!”
“I am.”
“You must let it go to the council,” you chide, staring into narrowed blue eyes. “It’s our best chance to rid ourselves of the concubines altogether.”
“She is correct,” Ijichi chides, and Satoru looks at him over your head. “The royal advisor Jinshi has offered his advice to you, your excellence.”
“No calling me that when it’s just us,” Satoru waves his hand, Ijichi can’t stop his blush, you giggle at how cute it is.
“Master Gojo, then.”
“Call him Toru!”
“I didn’t say that familiar!?”
“Toru is cute,” you pinch his cheek, he snorts and smacks your hand off his cheek playfully. “I hear this advisor is very important, and from what I can tell, versed in politics very much. He would be good to convene with, yes?”
“Indeed,” Satoru sighs a little dramatically, though. “I never get enough time alone with my bride.”
“We shall have much time, very soon. Hmm?” You’re running your hands up his chest, his voice drops to a murmur.
“Not until you’re all better, you bratty empress.”
You pout up at him.
“You were just poisoned.”
“I know! A little bit.”
“A little!?”
“Ahem,” Ijichi reminds you both of his presence, waving his hand again at the two of you. “We have much to do, you two. I will not leave her alone for a moment, I promise you this time.”
“Oh Ijichi,” you walk over to him, taking his hand. “You did nothing wrong that night, I was in my room.”
“I still…”
“You helped save me,” you smile reassuringly, watching him relax his shoulders just a little bit at your words. You look back at your husband, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed under those gold silk robes. “We will make sure to have dinner tonight, alone, and take a bath together. Won’t we, Toru?”
“I can’t handle a bath like…” He doesn’t say it all – but you grin, as if you know he’d be tortured, unable to not have his cock buried inside of you.
It’s been weeks.
Yet you just had a terrible thing happen, and he must be careful.
“Stop being so slutty in front of Ijichi.”
“Your Excellence! Do not speak of the Empress this way!?”
“Indeed, do not!?” You stick out your tongue as you hook your arm through Ijichi’s, earning his glare. “Dinner, and then the bathhouse.”
“Go on, then,” you both walk together, but you can’t help but tense, as you look back at Satoru, turning and walking the opposite direction in the courtyard.
You never do get enough time with the man you love, and there is still so much to learn about each other, so much you must do together, speak of, work on. Yet all you want is to be in his arms, on his lap, kissing him until your head spins, and you’re dizzy, resting in the comfort you had missed so much.
When he turns a corner, his eyes catch yours, and you feel that weight in his gaze, that sad little smile, as if he’s dreading the day, too.
Yet, there is much hope for the two of you.
First, however? There was much to discuss with a couple of infiltrators.
******
The dungeons Satoru has Suguru locked up in are chilled, it’s utterly dark, every step down the spiraling stairs echoing with your heels clicking against them. Your heart is pounding, as Ijichi walks behind you, heading down first, holding his hand up for you to take with a nervous smile.
“Are you all right, my lady?”
“I am,” you assure him, but his concern lingers. “Say it, then.”
He sighs. “You’re doing too much for just having been poisoned, the state you were in was…”
“I swear I feel fine, whatever the pretty girl Maomao gave me worked wonders,” you try again to calm him, but you see his judgement even in the dark, with the little lanterns hanging on the walls. “Truly!”
“Mmm,” you both keep walking. “You are stubborn like the Emperor.”
“That stubborn?”
“Mhm,” your lips quirk up. “It’s not funny, my lady. You know you both age me beyond my years!?”
“He did that before I came, and you’re most handsome, all mature,” he blushes even in the dark, guiding you down the hall now.
“Don’t use your charms, they won’t work today.”
“They always do.”
“Hmph,” your mood sobers up a bit as you catch sight of Suguru's cell at the end of the corridor, the only one bathed in the small lighting.
“Is Lola elsewhere?” You ask softly.
“She is.” Kiyotaka says nothing else, stopping then at the bars that block Suguru’s cell, taking a key and unlocking it.
Suguru sees the action immediately, and stands as your footsteps approach – the heavy chains around his wrists and ankles rattling just a bit. His fine knightly gear is all gone, replaced by a basic white tunic, that dark hair – usually so perfect, is thrown up in a messy pony tail. Those eyes that were the last thing you saw before you fainted, have dark circles underneath them, like he hasn’t slept.
"Princess..." he begins, seeing Kiyotaka and clearing his throat, correcting himself with a ghost of a smile. "Empress, I mean.”
“Indeed…” You let Kiyotaka open the door now, stepping inside, peeking back at him. “I will be all right, Kiyo. Promise.”
“One touch on her hair,” Ijichi warns, Suguru sighs.
“I would not hurt her,” the tension is palpable when he steps back, giving you some privacy alone in the cell, when so many emotions rush through, you’re shaking, hands trembling.
“I don’t know whether to speak or smack you,” you admit, laughing without any real humor, as he frowns. “Or punch you. Or kick your dick.”
“Kick my dick?” He raises a brow, and you shove at him, tears already forming in your eyes, but he lets you. He lets you shove him, stumbling back when a big man like him never would, taking your hand on his chest to pause you. “I suppose I deserve much worse.”
“You deserve the worst, and Satoru will give you no mercy unless I ask,” you shut your eyes, feeling the tears slip from your eyes. “I should not, either.”
“I never imagined..." Suguru trails off, his voice breaking in the middle, hand hovering like he might cup your face.
Your jaw sets. "Never imagined what, Suguru? That I'd see you here? Or that you'd help try to kill me?"
He falters now, stepping back a bit as if slapped, but he doesn’t release your wrists until you yank them back, clutching your hands into fists, pulse racing so quickly you feel dizzy.
"Never that.” That dark amethyst gaze locks onto yours – so exhausted, so beyond dark, the intensity making you tense up.
“Oh, never that, hmm?”
"I started under false pretenses,” you scoff at that. “Yes, I did initially – try to be everything and anything you could love.”
The pain hits so hard you can’t breathe.
Though you were in love with Satoru – so fucking in love, it didn’t erase the years of being ‘with’ Suguru, your knight by your side, promising to be with you even as you were just a young child. The hurt knowing that you were just a part of some bigger scheme didn’t go away, and you need that closure, truly.
Even if it’s painful.
“I’d like to know about it more, just exactly your plan – would you be honest with me?” He nods, tugging out one of the old wooden chairs in the cell, where there lay parchment paper and pens.
“Please sit.”
“Fine,” you mumble, seeing your name scrawled on several crumbled sheets of paper, making your eyes burn with tears. “Will you even tell the truth?”
“I won't lie to you again.”
“How long?”
He sits across from you, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes shutting. In the darkness, he does not look as imposing as you’re used to.
He looks tired.
“I was put there when I met you, to slowly gather intel against the royal family -”
“My family!”
“Your family made how many people starve?” His words are sharp, he appears to regret them when you jerk back as if slapped. “I mean not you – the royals in general, they care not for anyone but themselves.”
“I cared, I was just… not in power. How often did I take the unfortunate food, clothing? How often did I sneak out for you to find me?”
“You’re different,” he cups your face, sighing now. “I knew you were different, even more so to try to get you to my side. You were the perfect pawn.”
A pawn.
You knew it, but it didn’t lessen the blow.
“But then..." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Then I watched you, got to really know you. Intimately.”
“Indeed,” you blush furiously, gripping your gown so tightly the fabric crumples underneath your touch. “In ways you should have never been in such falsehood.”
“My desire for you was not false,” you hate Suguru in that moment, even if he’s being truthful, the pain is bitter as it washes through you until you’re sick. “You think I didn’t want you?”
“To get some sick revenge on my parents, perhaps.” His jaw locks as you lower his hand from your face. “You should not have stolen my first kiss, touched me … you should not have.”
“I know that, I was supposed to do worse.”
“Worse!?” You practically hiss the damn word. “Worse?”
“Much worse, to you and many others,” he leans back now, shaking his head. “It was not just you that I have had to play to get intel, to try to take over.”
“I see, one of many? That’s what those kisses meant, those fucking words?”
His brows draw together, pain written on his face. “I’ll never forgive myself for it… but I did want you. None of that was pretend, how I touched you, kissed you… I fell in love with you.”
“What lies, hah,” you feel bile rise in your throat.
“Truly. I still am in love, fuck even more than before."
Tears prick at your eyes and begin to swim, until his very image is utterly blurred. "You loved me enough to let Lola poison me? To use me as a weapon in your pathetic war against royals?"
“I wanted you by my side.”
“And with Satoru, hmm?”
"I was an idiot," he whispers, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray tear from your cheek, you tremble with your anger. "Jealous, dumb fucking idiot.. I hated him for having you so easily, for forgetting me.”
“I did not, I kept… I kept that necklace, I kept the pin, I cared so much I did not even let myself feel anything. For what!? For a fake love.”
“It was not.”
“Then you so easily just let Lola in? You truly had no inkling she would try to harm me?”
“I don't know what I thought, but I never imagined she'd go this far. I swear it." He leans his forehead against yours, his breath against your skin, in a familiar way he should have never done with you. “I never wanted you at risk. I wanted to bring you back with me.”
“And do what to my parents, Suguru?”
He’s quiet again.
That tells you all you need to know.
“I get that royalty has its problems, I know I’m naive about the state of the world, but to use me after knowing me so long…” Your tears fall freely now. “I was worthy of some respect.”
“You were worth much more than I could ever give,” you take a breath and lean back again, hands clutching and unclutching once more, his eyes darting to the action. “You always did that when you were nervous.”
“Stop acting so familiar,” you stand now, shaking.
"Kill me now if you must… I'd die by your hand," you look at him now, feeling the emotions hitting so hard.
Even though he had done something so dangerous, so foolish…
You could not kill him.
“That would be your easy way out,” you say instead, shaking your head as he tugs you to him, taking one of your hands and putting it on his chest. A stream of memories hit, but they’re different now.
There isn’t that longing anymore, and there’s hardly any anger, no yearning for the girl that you were, and how simple things ‘were’. No, you are not that young Princess now, even though it’s been a short time, under Satoru you have grown much – you are completely different, in fact, with him.
In the best and worst ways.
You are different because of Satoru, a part of you that loved Suguru is in there somewhere, but she is in your past, left with a girl who can’t help but feel somewhat terrible for what he’s in. It’s not truly his own doing, and you understand the cause, but he had so callously and coldly not cared for you enough to even let you in on it.
“Would you have understood?” He asks now. “You, a young princess?”
“I may have if you gave me a chance,” he leans down and presses his kiss against your brow, a farewell that you allow him.
“He got that letter even though I did not give it to him,” you suck in a breath, gaze matching his. “I did not want to cause discourse, but they took it all from me.”
“He saw it…” Your eyes close. “I will speak to him.”
“He is so in love with you,” Suguru laughs, shaking his head. “I almost like that pretentious man, fuck him.”
“Well in another life, if you weren’t so terrible, maybe you’d have been friends,” you whisper, letting him press another kiss on your temple, lingering for a moment. “I shall not have you killed.”
“You should, by all means, have me killed. I already told everything about your parents, there is no-”
“I will not,” you correct, firmer this time – and Suguru sees you then.
Chin up, stubborn set to it, your hands little fists at your sides as you eye him.
You’re every bit an Empress now.
“Why?” He asks softly, watching your face and wishing he could fix it – fix everything, but he knows this kindness is already more than he deserves.
His letters that he keeps writing come out wrong, but mostly, all he can think over and over, is that you’ll be his biggest regret, yet in ways he is glad you have your emperor, that you two found love. A bittersweet taste left in his mouth as he studies you even more seriously, exhaling.
“You should have me killed for what I did, or could have done,” his eyes can’t help but flicker to your stomach. “No, I don’t want to live with what I may have done to you.”
“Well I do not know yet what has happened,” you touch your stomach, praying that the news will be good. “You don’t get the easy way out, Suguru Geto. You’ll pay back in service to the Emperor, and you’ll gladly do it.”
“You really think he’ll ever want me to?”
“Shitty service, the most dangerous situations – I’ll send you off to the ends of the bloody Earth for a flower if I want,” his lips twitched. “You’ll be in full service to the Emperor, and mean your damn vows this time. If things work out, and those girls can leave, I would be appreciative enough not to kill you.”
“He only wants you.”
You blush now. “I know.”
“As he should,” you step back, and he steps forward. “I am so, so fucking sorry I put you in danger.”
“I’m more mad you wanted to hurt my husband,” you admit. “Not me.”
“But I-”
“I cannot live in a world where he doesn't exist,” he pauses, and says nothing else, as Kiyotaka comes and unlocks the heavy iron gates, and you look back at him. “If you succeeded, you would have truly killed me.”
His hands grip the bars, head leaning against the cool metal.
He watches you walk off, going back over to his table, grabbing the pen and dipping it in the ink.
He thinks he knows the words to say, now.
*****
"Your Majesty," Jin Shi begins, his lavender hair damn near glittering as he sits in front of Emperor Gojo’s desk.
“Why is your hair so damn pretty!?”
He laughs now, shrugging a shoulder, his voice much like the Emperor’s – Satoru saw everyone fucking swooning over him. “I suppose it’s the shampoo bars I use.”
“I’ll have them imported,” Satoru grumbles, sighing then. “Forgive me, I know we are here for serious matters.”
“Indeed we are,” he smiles then. “Mao Mao tells me your Empress is still very much with child.”
“She…”
“You did not…” He trails off, frowning then, but Satoru puts his head in his hands for a moment, sighing. “I thought you knew.”
“I haven’t gotten to see my wife most of the day,” he admits. “With Lola, the council, the barrister… you. I have not had a moment.”
“I see…”
“No, no, that makes me…” Satoru grins, all dopey now. “So fucking happy.”
Jin Shi laughs softly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, Miwa comes in and damn near has her eyes pop out of their sockets, almost dropping the tea tray. “Hi there.”
“H-hello!?”
“As if you don’t see a gorgeous man daily, tch,” Satoru crosses his arms, watching Jin Shi smile at her, and he swears the girl almost falls.
What sort of effect was he having on Satoru’s subjects!?
Wasn’t he a eunuch?
“S-sorry, your excellence! I… do you require anything…”
“This is great, thank you,” she giggles and prances away, Jin Shi and Satoru sip the tea, sighing at the same time. "With the empress carrying your heir, the threat has never been more real.”
“It’s very true,” Satoru says quietly, the thoughts that life still flutters in your tummy making him ache to hold you.
Kiss you.
All over.
Fuck, imagining you in the baths later has him…
Focus.
“The council is reeling, news has even spread,” Jin Shi continues. “Lola's actions have proven that the concubines, in your case, are a threat to the empire, considering what she could have done. No matter how high ranking, she does not compete with the standing of the Empress.”
“So you think I’ll have a chance to get rid of all of them?” Satoru asks hopefully, Jin Shi nods.
“I do. The people will support it after this attempt on their Empress' life, and the council will have no choice but to agree. They will see it as necessary for stability and the safety of the royal line, though I can’t say the practice altogether would cease in your future heirs."
“I want daughters,” Satoru admits, grinning again and swirling the tea in the pretty cup around. “I want many, many little mini Empress’ running about.”
“You are so in love I’m sickened,” comes MaoMao, leaning in the doorway with her arms crossed, with you behind her. “Ew.”
“You lack romance, tch,” Jin Shi tells her, she rolls her green eyes, shaking her head and crossing her arms, walking alongside you as you both enter the office, shutting the door behind you.
Your eyes meet his, and he can feel that mix – the pain, the worry, the happiness, the love.
He feels all of it – all of you.
“Satoru,” you rush to him without thinking of the audience, and he tugs you right on his lap, kissing you deeply, the other two blushing at the sight of such blatant affection.
“My Empress,” he murmurs, inhaling your scent and burying his face against your neck. “I have no patience for formalities, I miss you too badly.”
“I miss you so badly,” you whisper back, hugging him tightly, letting him put a hand on your tummy. “I am still…”
“I heard,” his grin is huge and bright, melting you. “I am so fucking excited.”
“I am too!” Jin Shi and Mao Mao stand now, and your eyes catch theirs, seeing their smiles on their faces.
“I’ll help as much as I can while I’m here,” Jin Shi says with a bow. Mao Mao inclines her head as well.
“As will I.”
“I have no way to thank you enough for saving her,” Satoru’s hand grips your waist tightly, the emotion rushing in his voice.
“I am glad to see such love,” she says, and clearly the advisor agrees, leaving the two of you alone. It’s moments before Satoru’s kissing you, having you sitting right across his lap, fingers mapping your skin, committing it to memory.
“I fucking missed you,” he murmurs. “I hate not seeing you all day.”
“I know, soon things will calm down. I hope,” your hand sits over his, a pretty grin on your face. “A baby.”
“A baby,” he kisses down your neck, and your lashes flutter, shifting in a way that has him throbbing. “Don’t move like that, mngh…”
“C-can’t help it,” you admit, your hand entangling in his silky white locks, tugging ever so gently, he practically purrs, earning your giggle. “We have much to speak of, I believe, before we get to really enjoy ourselves.”
Satoru leans back a bit, his eyes that pretty clear blue, nodding now. “We do have much to speak of, sweetheart. But first? I’d like more kisses.”
His lips descend back on yours, stealing your breath – with much left to worry for – Lola, Suguru, the council, a healthy pregnancy – the most important thing was right here. Being in Satoru’s arms, and enjoying every little kiss, before more serious talks had to occur, before you got to just enjoy your husband in the baths, enjoy him all to yourself soon.
Yet for now, this kiss steals every thought in both your minds.
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you've got a text! looks like you're about to spend your summer on everyone's favorite trashy reality dating show searching for love (...or that cash prize at the end) will a certain pretty (annoying) blue-eyed boy catch your attention? or perhaps his dark-haired best friend? it seems this villa has a few bombshells in store too!
pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Choso x Reader
content: MDNI, fluff and angst, fem reader!, she's a little bitchy but we love her anyway, inspired mostly by love island and other reality dating shows, emotional hurt, past cheating trauma, other background relationships, lots of men yearning, mutual pining, gojo is desperate and obsessed, geto is trying to get the girl so hard, kissing
creds: gorgeous art by @baobei-bu and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
"Good morning."
For a moment, you thought you were in a different bed. Back in an apartment you never let yourself miss and a man you made yourself hate.
But the warm breath on the nape of your neck and the heavy arm slung around your waist didn't belong to your ex boyfriend. And this intimate moment was probably going to be broadcast for all your friends back home to see instead of tucked away somewhere secret into your heart.
You hadn't taken Suguru for a snuggler.
But he certainly seemed to not have any complaints about your current sleeping arrangements as his broad chest pressed firmly against your back. His groggy morning voice still thick with sleep, soft in your ears as you tried to wake yourself from a fuzzy dream you were already forgetting.
You slept better than you thought you would. Using him as an oversized weighted blanket for half the night, drifting off before you had the time to be self-conscious.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” a second voice snapped you out of your dreamy daze, dragging you right back to reality as you forced yourself to open your eyes.
Only for a blue set of them to be blinking down at you, disgruntled and dismayed as he attempted to discreetly swat Suguru’s arm off of you.
“Don’t worry,” you yawned, reaching up to cover your mouth with your palm as you slowly began to sit up, struggling to untangle yourself from Suguru. “I didn’t give him a handjob.”
“I wasn’t worried,” Satoru rushed out his reply, and despite swearing otherwise, you'd have to be deaf not to detect the obvious concern in his words.
“Uh-huh,” you dryly muttered, squinting around the room to see who was left. Yuki was sprawled out in his bed, still snoring with her blonde hair splayed out across the pillow. Shoko and Utahime were gone, Nanami too, but everyone else still seemed to be dozing.
“Sneak away with me,” Satoru cheekily grinned, confidence apparently restored after what the two of you had done last night.
"Sneak away where?" You asked, a hint of sarcasm slipping out of your sleepy voice.
Before he could answer, Suguru's hand settled firmly on your hips, and you glanced back to see him sitting up after you, the bed creaking as he readjusted, his fingers clearly itching to claim you as his tired stare shifted between you and his best friend.
"I was about to make her breakfast," Suguru announced, annoyance hanging in the air as Satoru scoffed.
"I already made french toast," Satoru protested.
"Is it edible?" The man in bed with you retorted, arching up a dark eyebrow as the one in front of you abruptly clamped his pretty mouth shut, like he didn't want to answer.
You kinda liked watching them bicker back-and-forth, amusement overwriting the anxiety in your stomach as they exchanged petty scowls and remarks.
"I mean, yeah," Satoru half-scoffed after a few awkward seconds of silence, but it wasn't that convincing.
"What do you want to eat?" Suguru softly asked you, brushing your hair back off your shoulder to pull your attention back to him with ease that surprised.
"Would you hate me if I wanted some waffles?" You said, not totally sure if you were asking Satoru or replying to Suguru.
"Of course not-"
"I'll get them started."
They both spoke up at the same time, and you had to suck in your bottom lip to not giggle a little as they ended up just throwing each other irritated glances.
They could sort it out between each other.
As long as they didn't end up strangling each other in front of the cameras, you didn't really see the harm in entertaining both of them.
It at least kept them occupied while you got ready for the day, switching into a bikini and putting on sunglasses so you didn't have to do your makeup before you walked back out to where they were making food.
But when you slid into a stool, they were both sliding plates of food in front of you, Suguru's neatly plated like he was the chef at some restaurant while Satoru had cut up fruit to make a smiley face on top of a half-burnt waffle.
"Mine's cuter," he muttered under his breath.
"You burned it," Suguru reminded him.
"I'll try both," you shut them up, rolling your eyes as you started with Suguru's, pouring some syrup on the side before cutting it up.
"Can I feed you mine?" Satoru eagerly asked, already spinning the plate around to start cutting it for you, mirroring the size you sliced yours into.
"Am I going to be able to stop you?" You tilted your head to the side, already knowing the answer.
But Suguru didn't want to let that slide either, reaching over to wipe the corner of your lips when some syrup got on it, sucking his thumb clean afterwards like he had with the salt on your fingers before.
A battle of who could find the most excuses to touch you beginning as Satoru slid into the seat next to you, his fork stabbing a square of his own waffle before he was telling you to say ah and reaching up with his free hand to guide your jaw open. Your chin pinched between his nimble fingers as you contemplated what Sukuna would do if he caught you like this.
Sandwiched between two ridiculously hot men, pampered and treated sorta like a spoiled pet, handfed and held with open adoration.
But it wasn't him that walked in on it.
"Am I interrupting?" You twisted around to see Yuki lazily strolling over, her head casually cocked to the side as the guy she was coupled with tried to feed you breakfast.
You instantly felt like shit.
Something uncomfortable shifting in your stomach as you plucked a piece of strawberry off your plate and held it out, forcing a bright smile at her. "You hungry?"
"A little," she yawned, walking over and leaning down to just eat it off your palm, her soft lips skimming over your skin before she swallowed it. "Thanks."
Her warm brown eyes slowly tracing the shape of you before she looked over at Satoru, assessing the way he was leaning towards you, her manicured brows knitting together before she relaxed with an exhale.
"How did you sleep last night?" You asked, unsure what to do with the slimy feeling still sticking to you as her lean body rested against you on the stool.
"Someone kept stealing the blankets," she hummed, teasingly looking back at Satoru as he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. And then she was turning back to you, a knowing glint in her stare as she nodded towards Suguru. "You two looked pretty cozy though."
"I was tired," you excused.
So exhausted that you simply couldn't stay awake the second Suguru decided to be your personal comforter.
Yuki giggled, like she saw something you didn't.
And you couldn't help but think why hadn't one of them just decided to go for her instead. She was gorgeous. The kind of easy, effortless beauty you usually saw in magazines. Long limbs and long blond hair, her tits sitting pretty fucking perfectly in every outfit she wore, laughing and smiling and funny and a billion other things that would pretty much make her anyone's dream girl.
God, if you were a guy, she would be your first pick.
Shit, if Satoru spent a few hours with her, he would surely realize that too, wouldn't he? Figure it out for himself that she would make everything so much fucking simpler than you would?
You were damaged.
Broken and jagged and bent in so many places that you were never going to make being someone's other half easy. All you'd do was break his heart, no matter how many times he tried to hand it to you.
Yuki had told you before that she was here for a fun time. That she wouldn't mind meeting someone she really connected with, but she wasn't expecting to find her soulmate or anything.
And some piece of you felt like you were still fucking it up for her. She was coupled up with a great guy, and she couldn't even enjoy it with you in the way. And the one she was interested in had chosen you too.
Shit.
Maybe you hadn't really known her long enough to consider her a real friend, but she was still your favorite person in the villa.
What were you supposed to do? Step back from Satoru to give them a chance to build a connection? Even if the thought of that made you feel sorta ill?
You didn't know.
Couldn't decide.
Just sitting there awkwardly as the conversation began to fizzle out, only for someone to shout from across the pool that they'd gotten a text.
You hadn't even realized the rest of the islanders were up, your head snapping around to scan and spot everyone's still tired figures making their way over to where Manami was calling out, waving a phone production must've given her.
She already had her makeup on, wearing a tight two-piece as Naoya's hand possessively gripped onto her waist like he was convinced someone else might take her from him.
Everyone else made their way to the crescent-shaped couch, begrudgingly joining them, Utahime half-sitting on Shoko's lap, her legs thrown over her friend's, not even bothering to look to where Nanami was lounging to her left, his head reclining back as he soaked up the sun. Golden blond hair sparkling as he exhaled, his defined jaw clenched as if he was trying to remind himself that he was supposed to be relaxing.
Your group of four joined them, still paired up as you tried to sink back into the cushions, thankful that Yuki kept you from being stuck between Suguru and Satoru again when Sukuna finally decided to show up, his muscles literally glistening with tanning lotion rubbed into them as he yawned and stretched, the tattoo of your name on full display before he took a seat right next to your current partner.
"Well?" He grunted, glaring at Manami.
You wondered if they had shown him your fight with her before he came on the show. Although, if you had to judge by the loathing lingering in the hard lines of his face right now, you would take a wild guess that they had.
Manami's nose wrinkled up, sharing his disgust before she cleared her throat and begin to speak, "Today, we're sending two islanders out on a date."
You knew it.
Discontent settled in your stomach, your eyes already shifting over to Yuki and Satoru, sure that you'd have to spend the entire day in the villa waiting for them to return and him to realize that she fit him in a way you never would.
"Who?" Utahime cut in, and you couldn't tell if she was excited because she thought it was her, or because she was convinced it wouldn't be.
Either way, you were so focused on Satoru's side profile that you weren't even paying attention until she said your name.
Immediately snapping out of it as you blinked back surprise, looking over to Suguru to see if he heard the same thing, his mouth curling up in a smug smirk as he slid his arm around your shoulder. Ignoring the way your ex-boyfriend was literally three inches away from him looking like he was planning on smothering him with a pillow in his sleep.
"Does it say where?" Suguru calmly asked, your mouth going dry as it hit you that the opposite was about to happen.
"Nope," Manami muttered, putting the phone back up as you stupidly looked back to see Satoru's reaction at being separated from you once again.
His stare hurt.
The sharpness in that brilliant shade of blue, blinking too fast, too hard as he held onto your face. His broad chest unsteadily rising and falling like he was having a hard time breathing, the lump in his throat bobbing before you forced yourself to look away.
"Have fun," Shoko wryly said, and you were numbly nodded, not sure what else you could do when they probably had five different cameras capturing your reaction from all different angles.
"I guess we should go get ready," you cleared your throat, making yourself turn to Suguru as he leaned down to press a simple peck to your forehead.
It seemed to be so simple for him. Knowing what face to wear. What to do. How to be perceived.
Yuki was standing up behind you, her fingers interlacing with yours as she started to tug you back towards the villa.
"I'll help," she chirped, offering assistance you accepted with another bob of your head.
She did your makeup for you, her tongue peeking out from between her pink lips as she focused on getting every detail just right. Pulling out a bunch of dresses from her suitcase and yours, holding them each up against you and clicking her tongue until she landed on a soft, summery sundress.
“I’d go on a date with you,” Yuki winked when she was finally finished, her hand skimming over your breast before she fixed where one of the straps got twisted. "He's not gonna be able to keep his hands off you."
"I guess it'll be good to get to know him more," you murmured, staring at your own reflection and leaning closer before applying a little more lip gloss.
"You should just have fun."
Fun.
You didn't know why the fuck you had to keep reminding yourself of that.
But you were nervously bouncing your leg and biting the inside of your cheek by the time someone from production ushered you out into a car together, being shushed not to speak during the drive as you glanced out the tinted windows to watch the palm trees pass by.
You thought you'd be like, skinny dipping or on another cheap picnic so production didn't have to pay for shit.
But to your surprise, they took you to some tiny amusement park by the ocean, the kind of place with rickety coasters and funnel cakes and those cutouts you stuck your faces in to snap cheesy photos. It wasn't busy either, fairly slow as you were instructed to just walk around and have a good time.
On the bright side, you weren't forced to make a ton of fake conversations just so they could get enough clips. They hadn't shut down the park, but they had pulled some strings to get you through to the front of most lines and having a few areas marked off so they could shoot the one-on-one stuff in peace.
And as weird as it was, you sorta got used to being followed around and filmed.
You suspected that there was some ulterior motive production had for sending the two of you away - most likely stirring something atrocious up for you to both return to in the villa.
What would it be?
Giving Yuki and Satoru some time to get more acquainted too? Sending in a sparkling new bombshell to catch his eye? Maybe riling up Sukuna so he'd fly off the handle once you stepped back through the door?
As much as you wanted to sit around and spiral, all your wondering wouldn't get you anymore.
And it was sorta nice to be away from the pressure cooker of emotions and past trauma the villa had turned into for you.
Suguru let you lead the way, choosing what to ride and making suggestions as you actually got the chance to talk about normal things. Bringing up his job again, murmuring about how much he enjoyed teaching, softly speaking about what his life was like back home before this.
Suguru actually only lived a city away, teaching at a college a few of your friends had actually gone to. He told you about his twin nieces he adored and how they'd probably watch this one day when they were old enough just to mock him mercilessly for it. His students too, probably.
"Don't you think there's something a little unethical about you being on here when you're supposed to be shaping impressionable young minds?" You teased him, only to be reminded how much you liked his chuckle and the way his dark eyes glittered in the sunlight.
And somewhere along the way, you started to let go of some of your apprehensions. Letting yourself enjoy the roller coasters, laughing when you had to run your fingers through his hair to help detangle it afterwards. Watching him try to win you stuffed animals from rigged game booths, unable to hide your excitement when he finally won you a small stuffed bear, clutching it to your chest as you studied its pink tufts of fur and slightly crooked beaded eyes as you thanked him.
Suguru was comfortable to be around.
Something about him you couldn't quite put your finger on disarming you in private, pulling you in and keeping you glued to his side as he got you funnel cake and then held your hair back when one of the rides had you puking it back up and praying they wouldn't air that part.
Getting to know him was a little terrifying.
Sex was one thing. Kissing, touching, sleeping together, all of that was physical. But opening up the door to something emotional carried unavoidable danger.
Because the more you knew, the more you it hit you how much there was to like, and the more you liked him, the more likely you were to lose him.
He slipped his arm around you at every chance and held the doors open for you and looked at you like every single stupid thing you had to say was interesting and fuck-
No.
You swallowed hard, stopping yourself mid-spiral as the setting sun cast golden shadows across his pretty side profile as you realized that you hadn't even realized the afternoon was up until it was over.
Suguru really was beautiful.
It wasn't the same as Satoru. No, not quite so bright, or nearly as intense. His beauty struck you slower, like the longer you stared at him, the more details you discovered. The faint frown lines by his mouth, the jagged edge of his sharp jaw, the bone structure beneath his annoyingly clear complexion that looked like it had been carved by some adoring god.
His eyes crinkled when he laughed. Little wrinkles you wanted to trace with your fingertips. His bangs fell down and framed his face like the universe wanted to remind you how fine he was, his fingers digging into your palm a little tighter, pulling you away from the rides and the games.
Some piece of you wondered what your life would have been like if you met a guy like him instead of Sukuna.
Would he have brought out the best in you instead of the worst?
You ended up on a private bench, polishing off cotton candy and talking about his philosophy degree as you glanced around the relatively empty corner of the park. The sun was beating down on both of you, but he didn't seem to mind, one arm slung behind your shoulder and his linen shirt hanging loose on his solid frame while you stared at his relaxed form. A tiny pink tuft of the sugar floss sticking to the corner of his mouth that you reached up and picked off.
"Thanks," he tenderly spoke, like he was actually grateful for it. Sukuna probably would've grumbled or grunted about it, maybe said he didn't need your help. Satoru might've pretended you had some stuck too so he could lick it off.
"Mhm," you hummed back.
"Satoru likes you a lot," he muttered, like he wasn't sitting there brushing your hair from your face for the excuse to touch you too, his thumb slowly drifting over your cheekbone as you tried to slow the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering. "But I like you too."
You opened your mouth to protest, but his mouth preemptively reacted before you could speak, twitching up in amusement like he couldn't control it.
"You really have a hard time accepting that, huh?" Suguru added, and you let out a defensive huff that didn't exactly help your case.
"I am not exactly lucky with love," you murmured, narrowing your eyes at him just for one of his hands to slip over your thigh, fingertips sliding over down to the hem of your sundress with affection that felt deliberate.
Everything he did was pointed. Precise. Nothing lacked a meaning, even if it wasn't immediately obvious.
He thought before he acted. You couldn't really say the same.
"Luck can change."
"Mine never does," you bluntly stated, like you were daring it to defy you.
You were tired of trying.
Of struggling and suffering hoping for something to break and begging the universe to not let it be you.
"I think you both only like me because I'm a challenge," you added, staring at the last blue bits of cotton candy spun on the paper cone. "I'm just waiting for you to get bored."
"You’re gonna be waiting a while, pretty girl," Suguru warned, his mouth curling up as you rolled your eyes.
As much as you told yourself you didn’t want anything serious, that you never needed love to start with, being around someone like him made you want it anyway.
Curiosity craving a taste of what it would be like to be loved by someone steady.
"Can I try again?" He asked, and you squinted suspiciously back at him.
"Try what again?" You arched a brow, but he just leaned into you, your pulse picking up as you tried to ignore how nice his cologne smelled. How normal it felt to be this close to him.
"Kissing you," Suguru softly spoke, his dark gaze glancing down to the shape of your lips like he somehow missed them.
"One," you allotted, holding your breath as he leaned down and let his nose brush ever so tenderly against the tip of yours.
When his mouth moved to meet yours though, you almost immediately knew you were going to make this last as long as possible. Captured by the heat in his lips, the way he greedily sucked you in, soft and slow and sensual all at the same time, as if he knew he might not get the chance to do this again, but Suguru still refused to rush it.
So what if one kiss turned into, like, ten?
Before long, you were on his lap, your fingers fully tangled into his silky hair and his tongue halfway down your throat as his palm slowly slid down your spine. Fingers splayed possessively at the small of your back before he pulled you in all the way, your thighs straddling his as you were struck by the abrupt thought you fit rather nicely into him.
And when he pulled back to suck in a breath, his dark eyes darting between yours and your lips like he needed more, you were almost leaning forward to keep it going.
"Would you want to spend the night in the hideaway with me tonight?"
REMINDER THAT ON THE POLLS WHOEVER WIN WILL NOT BE IN THE NEXT POLL !!
Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.
He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.
It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.
Bite you, mark you, make you his.
Breed you-
"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."
"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.
Not Caleb!?
"Well, what's he saying?"
"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"
"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."
You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.
"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.
Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.
"Valko..."
"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.
He needs you.
He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.
"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."
"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."
"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."
"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"
"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."
"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."
Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.
You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."
"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."
He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.
You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.
"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.
You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.
The phone goes off.
Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.
"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"
"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"
Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.
"S'deep... you're..."
You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.
"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"
"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."
"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"
You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.
"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.
"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"
"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."
"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.
You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...
Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3
synopsis . Simple touches you make that finally cause them to snap after having them on sex ban for heavens know how long. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Geto x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, premature ejec, established relationship(s), heavy breeding, pussy slapping, hints of perversion, dirty talk, pathetic men, rough sex, fluff if you squint, begging, nipple play, filth, praise, gojo’s an idiot, oral sex (f!receiving), finger sucking, masturbation (m!receiving), cum play, manhandling, they’re all downbad, spit, overstim, degrading, creampies, biting, pet names, etc.
word count . 7.2k || author's note: newjeans never what? banner art from “Kubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshi” (this is a reworked repost btw)
☆ Sukuna Ryomen — The back of his neck
"Mmgh! 'Kunaa," You're moaning from a widely gaping mouth, "S'too muuch," Eyes puffed with blissful tears streaming out of them as he drives his bulky cock deep inside you like he were afraid you'd run away from him any second now or something.
Your husband merely tips his head to the side, and lets his hand fall down over the fact of your ass to smack! meanly, "You continued to tempt me," He claims, albeit a clear lie, "I'm only giving you what you wanted now."
He was pretending to be far too casual about what was taking place now as if his plump balls weren't actively kissing your clit with the rudest meetings, soft plp plp plps echoing out from each connection. Sukuna's way of acting like the most mundane thing didn't lead the two of you to this very position was truly astounding to you.
"This is what you wanted," You argue back the moment you manage to capture your breath back into your lungs. Brows all furrowed and hips bouncing back against his sharp pelvis, "N-Not me—mmfph, fuck..."
You couldn't see it but he did break out a knowing smile as if you were wrong, "Yet you've made quite the mess around my cock already," Sukuna points out. His lusting red eyes dive downwards and he unintentionally begins to fuck harder the moment he catches sight of your mixed cum dripping off his balls and leaving a mess onto the living room floor. "It must be so difficult to tell lies like that when you've such an honest pussy," He comments.
You swear you hate the way that has your cunt sucking him in more, gushing squelches left trickling out of your hole each time he came forward with yet another hauling thrust of his achy cock, "Ohmygod."
Just a few minutes ago, he had the grumpiest pout weighing his bottom lip down and his eyes were glaring over at you all meanly, cursing you extensively within the safety of his mind but never daring to utter any of said curses to you.
Why?
Because he felt himself growing throbbingly erect after you'd done nothing more than graze the back of his neck with the tips of your fingers as you'd walked by.
After years of marriage, you'd think he'd have gotten used to you and your loving little touches but…
"Hear that? Hear how she always tells me the truth? Perhaps you should take notes," He's groaning now with you bent over the living room couch in the most debauched way imaginable. It's the same place he was sitting moments ago, the same place he felt a deft tent begin to make itself present against his sweatpants—which are now somewhere on the floor—and the same place he felt as though he needed to give you what you were, allegedly, asking for.
How exactly was the playful gesture of you trailing your fingertips against the back of his neck as you walked behind him a sign of you tempting him? You haven't a clue, really.
"S'not m-my fault you're-, ah! Sensitive," You moan, teeth occasionally clasping onto the pillow you have your face resting against as you feel your legs grow temporarily numb with his every other thrust.
You didn't realize the affect an entire month of no sex would have on the two of you until now. Hell, you can barely remember what made you place the ban in the first place with the way he's plowing into you now.
"Oh but it is your fault. Only your fingers against my neck invoke such reactions from me," Sukuna says to you, as if this were commonly acknowledged information shared between the two of you prior to this, "You know that."
Feeling the way air exits your lips along with another moan of his name, "N-No I don't." you just barely get out to him. His cock is quite busy readjusting your inner honeyed walls to its size with rather barbarically frantic slotting.
"Yeah?" He smiles at that, "Well, let's see if my girl down here does, hm?" Sukuna's hand shifts beneath you and then feels up against your perky clit just to catch how it tremors to every touch, "Oooh, look at that, she knows exactly what she does to me, unlike you—apparently." He scoffs.
You think your legs almost give out for a second due to the pleasure thrumming all throughout your body but you still force yourself to throw a defiant, "Shut up." his way.
Head cocking back as if offended, "What was that, brat?" He doesn't give you a second to reply properly because he's driving his other hand into your hair and then grabbing onto it and tugging the upper half of your body up up up! until his lips can run against your ear, "I couldn't quite hear you, speak up when you're talking to me."
You're mumbling even quieter now and your words seem to break off somewhere through their exit of your throat, "S-Shut up..."
"One more time, wife." He taunts purposefully as his head angles down into your neck and his mouth opens so that he could let his teeth sink into your skin.
You don’t know if you’re going insane by simply being married to the man but you swear the meaner you are to him, the rougher he gets during sex. Either that or the more desperate he gets for something you’re not quite sure of yet.
With drool starting to slip out the corner of your lips, "Sukuna, hahhh-, I-I can't... fuuuck, I didn't mean to-"
"Awhh, yes you did," He cuts off. The heavy tip of his cock was now sandwiched clean against your sweet-spot and he was intentionally not letting up on you, leaving your body a trembly mess against his just so he could talk all soft against your skin, "S'okay, I just wanna hear you say it again for me. I like it when you try to be mean to me."
"S-Shut up," You finally manage. This time though, there wasn’t an ounce of malice detected in your voice, which overall meant that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted from you: obedience.
Kissing over the recent bite mark he’d made, "See? Was that so hard?" Sukuna hums. You wish the laugh you wanted to release actually left you but unfortunately you’re caught off guard by his loud groan as his voice dips down an octave and something fervent and milky sloshes out into your cunt, "Such a dramatic slut…”
☆ Geto Suguru — Fingers in his hair
You always run your fingers through Geto's long dark tresses of hair, telling him how affectionately jealous you are of its length, and complimenting him on it time and time again. Right now was no different, of course.
Except for the fact that his dick was hard enough for him to be uncomfortable where he sat. He was barely hearing what you were saying and all his attention landed on the way your fingertips felt grazing his scalp. You'd avoided doing that these past few days because you knew how it got him, but now that the short-lived ban of yours was over, you had returned to your previous gestures.
So, surely, you expected to have him in between your thighs within the hour?
Truth be told, he begged to eat you out at least three times within the past few days just for the hell of it, but each time it got more and more torturous since he had to stop himself from cumming in reaction to earning that gorgeous little glare of yours.
But now nothing was holding him back from slobbering in between your juicy cunt, "Mmgh, missed this pretty pussy s'much," Geto practically gurgles against you, a real nasty spread of your slick left slathered all over the lower half of his face. His slim purple eyes were trained especially up onto your expression so he could truly drink up your every reaction, "I finally get to-, agh, mwahh.." He pauses to kiss at you, "Taste you again-, fuuck."
"S-Sugu, slow down-, hahh," You end up smiling halfway through your warnings because you honestly missed how depraved he got while eating you out. You never said anything because you didn't want him to feel bad but he definitely was not slobbering against you like this the last time he ate you out. Which, of course, was to be expected... but still. "M'not going anywhere!"
Geto grunts as if pissed off that you'd even suggest him taking his time with you right now, "Don't care." Then he pushes your legs apart impossibly wider and suckles your clit in between his slippery lips, "Need you-, need this..." He moans prettily.
There's a shimmery gloss of something pussydrunken resting in his eyes that just refuse to stray away from you but, you try not to pay too much attention to it. Even though that proves to be quite difficult when he lets his looong tongue slither back in between your weepy folds to lick up every drop you had to offer him, "Hnngh, Suguru!"
"So fuckin' sweet," He moans again with watery eyes. Geto only tugs away a few centimeters to leave spit 'n drenched kisses against your pussy, "Cum on my tongue baby, lemme taste it."
"Fuuck," Your back arches up away from the bed at that gorgeous angle he can never get enough of and that seems to make him all the more feral.
Now pulling at your clit with his lips, very much using the tip of his tongue to swirl around the quavery bud in a way that leaves you twitching, "Look at 'er, she missed me eatin' her out just as much," He slurs out in between his perfected oral movements, "My poor baby, you were probably dealin' with half-assed orgasms for all those days jus' cause I'd been selfish..." Geto coos softly as if you weren't absolutely losing it right now and clinging onto the sheets to stop yourself from squirting right onto his face. "M'sorry, gorgeous. Pwah," He spits again, "Won't happen again."
And by selfish, he only means that you banned him from sex in response to coming home and seeing him getting off without you. It was a harmless thing, really. But so was the few-day ban, in your opinion...
There's nothing but the sound of wet lil' claps coming from his mouth whenever he draws it away from you and licks at the rest of your taste sitting on his lips. You never thought you'd find yourself with a guy like Geto who literally cums as soon as you start pulling on his hair again. It's a phenomenon you can hardly ever wrap your mind around but, it happens every single time.
While you're whimpering out his name all prettily, "Suguru!" he's busy grinding his fat cock against the soaked sheets below that have a small pool of cum sitting there just from eating you out.
Then you hear him grunt again and his hand leaves your thigh just to slap your throbbing cunt and listen to the sound of the wettened contact. "Give me a few minutes and-, fuck, m'cumming inside you," Geto hums softly before patting your cunt a couple more times like the reaction it caused was some type of response to his words. "Cute lil' thing, you like the sound of that, don't you? Well..."
Geto trails off for just a moment to move his hand down in between his legs and gather some of his own cum up onto his fingertips before bringing them back up to your spread and then smearing the mess all over it. You think you manage to make a new expression in reaction but you find it hard to think when he shoves those same cum-coated fingers into you.
"This should work for now, right?" He asks softly-, almost innocently like he wasn't currently doing the nastiest thing you've ever seen him do before. "I think if I get inside you now, I'll pass out," Geto admits before planting one last chaste kiss against your cunt and then looking up at you again, "Later though, okay?"
You're somewhere in between another orgasm and overstimulation so your eyes are completely hazed on his, "U-Uhuh, whenever you-, mmgh, want, Sugu..."
He starts french-kissing your cunt in something that looks 'n feels like slow motion before whispering, "S'sweet to me."
☆ Gojo Satoru — A hug from behind
"Shh, shhh, jus' take it for me, my love. P-Please," He's groaning desperately, hips bucking up in tandem with the half-broken words flopping out his mouth, "I missed stuffin' you like this-, hahh, fuck... Gotta' make sure it takes, e-every fuckin' drop."
You'd think after going a whole twooo days without being inside you, the last thing that'd get him like this would be a mere hug. Yet, there the two of you were just a few minutes after you'd made the mistake of pressing into him for an embrace and Gojo's blushing tip had started to drool creamy slick against his boxers.
You don't know if it was the warmth that exuded from your body that got him like this, or perhaps the soft curve of your breast pressing into his back muscles through the thin top you had on while his torso was left bare but, now you're on top of him.
He's watching your ass slam down on the hard length of his cock whilst his hands smooth over your tits—grabbing and squeezing at whatever he can as you whine, "Toru! I-I can't-"
After the forty-eight hour span of hell he just went through, your whines of not being able to take him were going straight through one ear and right out the other, "You ha-hahh, you have to, sweetheart. S'not fair if you don't..."
"Not fair?" You gasp as his slim fingers pinch your perked nipples, making your cunt spasm around the rest of his dick buried deep inside you, "Satoru, you're the one who-, fuck! watched that episode without me! I told you no sex for a week 'n here you are two days later."
Gojo's lips are hot 'n messy against your neck as you bounce up and down his cock, the filthy mess of cum at his tip busy kissing your cervix lovingly despite how needy and rough he was being. "Mmgh, that's not true," He argues, hands slipping down to hold your waist now, "You said it was okay beforehand."
Now he’s got a mean grip on the thick of your hips, letting his ears tune into the sound of your honeyed walls salivating around every inch of his length instead of your words, "That's only 'cause you asked me—fuck, right there—while I was half asleep."
His eyes roll elsewhere before he’s hauling his tongue out to lap against the side of your neck, slightly tickling you with it as he smirks and then whispers, "Well, I apologized like ten times and rewatched it all with you, didn't I?"
"Satoru-"
Pulling back before you can finish, Gojo presses his fingertips into your spine to make you arch further and then his eyes trail down, "God, what a fuckin' mess..." He comments as if majority of said mess wasn’t his seed. Letting his hips lazily roll up again, "Stop acting like you actually care, you just wanted a reason to be upset with me so I could make it up to you like this."
You have to swallow down the next dewy moan that threatens to spill past your lips, voice airy, "Make it up to me how?"
"Like thissss, baby," Your boyfriend emphasizes with yet another lazy, yet eager, roll of his hips. It’s as though he longed for you to feel every ridge ‘n edge of his cock stretching you open whenever he started moving slow like this. Then his arm snakes further around your frame and his fingers meet your clit with welcoming rubs.
Lips to your ear all of a sudden whilst his free hand keeps your body anchored to his so that you couldn’t pull away like you so desperately ached to, "Me rubbing right against here," Gojo explains, "Right where you need me.”
The combination of his cock just resting inside you all languidly—leaving globby streaks of cum against the stretch of your walls—and his fingertips now spelling his initials out against your clit like you’d forgotten who it belongs that short, but torturous amount of time, is all enough to have your eyes fluttering back.
Stammering something stupid in denial, "I-I didn't…”
"Oh yeah?” His lips twitch further up before his teeth clasp the edge of your ear in between them, “You didn't miss me inside you like this?" Gojo taunts, knowing he can—quite literally—feel the answer to that.
"N-Nope," You manage to chuckle, body squirming to pull yourself up so he’s not leaving you overly stuffed for a second long enough to catch your lost breath.
He leans allll the way back and cocks a thin white brow, "Heh, you're a horrible liar," Then he uses those large palms of his to spread your cheeks apart enough to get a whorish view of your puffy folds still struggling to swallow the entirety of his cock up. Clicking his tongue at the sight, "You're drooling all over the place, slutty girl."
Your pussy clamps around him just as he points that out, "That's because-"
"Ohh, wait, wait, I know." He cuts off impatiently. It’s almost like he wasn’t even listening to you right now. “That's because you want me to breed you, right?" He says randomly.
You blink and then angle your head back to look at him, "W-What?"
Despite your confusion, your body merely betrays you again. To which he bites his lower—also drooling—lip, "Mmngh, you just got tighter… I think I'm right." Gojo claims as he finally lets you lift yourself up a little, revealing a few of his cum-slathered inches that stick up to your skin in gorgeous strings of filth like glue. "What do you think, 'Toru Jr.?"
You halt exactly where you are and your expression of struggle falls flat, "Stop calling your cock that stupid nickname, please." You whine out to your lover for the nth time in your life.
"Hush, m'not talking to you right now," He scoffs annoyingly, blue eyes gleaming at the pretty sight of his cum all mixed around and nasty where the two of you are so soakingly connected. "But you, my prettiest girl, what do you think, hm?" Gojo asks your cunt instead of you.
You hate the way your body responds before you can get any more displeased whines out to him, the next clench from your pussy leading to yet another spumy sliiick of release trickle downwards and gather around his heavy base. His bright happy trail was just as wet 'n sleek as everything else between the two of you was by this point.
Whispering now as if to somehow leave you out of the conversation, "Do you agree with 'Toru Jr.?" Gojo continues, his thumb drawing over to tug one of your lips apart so he could feel the next little twitch his words invoke against the pad of it, "'Think you wanna be bred?"
When you unintentionally whine at the thought of feeling yet another slosh of his cum slot itself into you, his response is practically immediate, "Yeahhh? Well, who am I to deny such a nice girl," he finishes off with a sly wink sent your way.
Your brows furrow more and a great many curses build up on your tongue in reaction to his ridiculousness, “You’re so fucking—“
Before you could get another syllable out past your lips, he's maneuvering the two of you and next thing you know, your face is meeting the bedsheets below. Whatever verbal rudeness you were about to throw at him gets muffled and sandwiched into the bed but you don't get enough time to grow upset at that when Gojo picks right back up where he'd left off.
One hand holding your face down against the sheets, the other using your hip to tug your body back as his hips thrusted forward with a sudden quickness, and a stupidly smug smile stretched out across his slightly saliva-glossed lips, “Quiet while I stuff my favorite girl, yeah?"
Your eyes shoot open all wide-like and you force your head to turn to the side, causing his palm to press against your cheek and your gaze to peek through the space in between his fingers. The very second the two of you make eye contact, you could almost swear you saw little hearts in his eyes, as if your annoyance was exactly what turned him on.
Midway through the way his cock glissades at a new angle into your cunt, you manage a short gasp of, “Excuse me?”
To which your boyfriend begins to spill yet another load inside you—like your little huff was precisely what did it for him—and then lets out a snort in between his rather orgasmic grunts, “Whaaat? We-, hahh, we both know you were never really mad at me to begin with. So shut up 'n let me stuff you properly.”
☆ Nanami Kento — Holding his hand
Something about the way your palm fits against his makes his cock throb in a way that's so utterly dizzying he can't help but feel pathetic.
The two of you have been together long enough for this kind of thing not to faze him anymore but for some reason, whenever you grab his hand just to walk by his side, resting your head against his sturdy shoulder and rambling on about fuck knows what, all that harmless physical contact has blood rushing straight in between his legs.
This is the last thing he expected to set him off after the sex ban that managed to last four weeks but, here he is now, holding that same hand of yours tightly while he fucks you into the mattress a mere few hours after you both got home.
"When was the last time I felt you, hm?” He asks soothingly. You’ve never seen his face twist up in so many different colors of pleasure as it was now, as if he’d never been inside you before or something. Breath ragged and almost virgin-like, “F-Feels like it's been years…” Nanami moans.
You smile prettily enough for his hips to clasp forward a bit harder, leading you to stammer with your reply, "K-Kento, it's only a few weeks!" you remind the poor man.
His blonde brows knit up tightly at the center and the fingers tucked in between yours seem to squeeze, "No, no, surely it's been longer than that…” He whispers more so to himself than to you. Then his usually softened fawn eyes seem to narrow on you before shooting down. Lower lip pushing out to frown, “Awh, she can barely take me now, look at her," He notices.
You decide to look down as well and catch the way the lips of your pussy are quivering around just the half of his thick cock that’s easing its way into you, a particularly glossed-up vein of his catching your eye under the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
“Poor thing's struggling to wrap around me,” Nanami coos, feeling his balls grow heavier with the need to pump you full of everything he’s not been able to release for weeks.
You’re left to moan as he pushes forward a little more, "Ah, maybe you just got-, mmgh, fuck... bigger!"
"Ohhh, don't say that," He grunts out all in one breath. The rest of his dick slides into you with one firm ‘n mean thrust to follow, "Unless you really mean it...” Nanami adds, plump cockhead caressing a new spot inside you all of a sudden, “Does it feel like I've gotten bigger, honey?"
You're nodding more than you are actually processing his words or even the very idea of his cock having grown within the time it's been unable to enter you. A sexdrunk babble of, "Mhm, y-yes, Ken!" spilling over your lips before he slumps even more of his body weight down against you so you could really feel every inch of the man you'd avoided physical contact with for all thirty days of November.
His hunky chest presses firmly against yours and the smooth slicks of sweat between the two of you mix just as evenly as your breaths do when he begins to whisper against your lips, "Do you like it? Y'like how big I've gotten?"
You only nod again, lashes fluttering with the way your gaze falls onto his lips that are far too close for him not to be kissing you right now. "Uhuhh, I love it," you whine before forcing a pout.
The little gesture in your lips doesn't go unnoticed by him so, of course he captures them up with his own within the next second, swallowing up every moan that exits your throat. His body rolls and humps down against you, the one grip he has on your thigh tightening harshly enough for his fingerprints to be noticed much later.
His thrusts get sloppy before he even realizes it, cock slipping out of you long enough to invoke a whine out of your lungs. To which he accidentally lets his florid shaft glide up over your clit in tauntingly pleasureful waves before craning back to angle himself into you properly.
Nanami is normally focused during sex, all intent on getting you to your high before he's anywhere near his because that's what's important to him but now...
"Hold onto me tighter, darling," He's huffing, balls plap plap plaping! against your skin as he prepares you to receive the very thick load of cum that was already starting to spill out of his mushroomy tip. His hand to yours with an ever-presently strong grip, "Squeeze me," he husks gently, fighting back a smile when you do exactly that, "There you go, perfect."
Your fingers wiggle in between his and he could see the bliss coating your delicate face just as your jaw began to dangle open. "Kentoo, m'gonna cum," You uttered in his most favored pitch.
Nanami doesn't even remember to respond for a second because he's too busy fucking you to that point and not realizing he's already pouring velvety ropes of his cum into you. It saps all against your walls and makes the filthiest sound ring out around the room but he could care less.
Especially not with the way he continues with his thrusts and leans up—face all focused, despite being every but—and then tugs your hand up to his lips. You're a mess below him by the time he takes your ring and middle finger past his lips before sucking on the two digits as if to muffle the purely pathetic sounds flinging out of him.
You're sure you've seen Nanami feral like this before but you almost forgot what a sight it as to see after four weeks.
He quickly goes from sucking on your fingers to plucking them out of his mouth and then kissing every inch his lips could possibly meet, searing his words into your skin as if to tattoo them there, "Cum for me then, cum for your husband," he whines. Then his eyes flick over to you and you feel yourself do exactly that whilst he grins and adds a tender, "Make me proud."
It was almost funny the way he'd acted like this, as if he wasn't the one who initiated the sex ban after he forgot to pick up something you'd specifically requested from the store.
What a man.
☆ Choso Kamo — Holding his face
He always loved it when you took his face into your hands, running your thumbs under his tired shaded eyes and talking all softly about how much you missed him throughout the day. But, something about today in particular was making it especially difficult to think.
He would've never held the door open for that blonde chick if he'd known you'd do this to him—restrict him from all things sexual with you for a tormentingly long five days. Now that the torturous banning of intimacy has finally come to an end, your boyfriend is acutely aware of the fact that he's allowed to cum inside you now.
Poor Choso doesn’t think he’s ever gotten hard so fast. You’re sitting in his lap yapping away about your day—like you always do—and he’s supposed to be listening but your palms are just so warm against his face. Something deep inside him aches for you to slip your hands down and wrap those same pretty fingers of your around his throat.
Oh God, the thought alone made his cock jump up and leave a snugging bulge against you. That’s probably why he ended up pushing the two of you over and shutting you and your rambling up with a heated kiss, groaning into your mouth about how you could tell him about your day later.
You know your boyfriend could get needy sometimes but this was something else entirely. He practically tore your shorts and panties clean off, letting his dick slap against your softly soaking folds shortly after whilst telling you he needed to fuck you before he lost his mind.
"Cho," You’re choking out now, arms loosely hanging around his neck as he plows his cock into you and grunts against your lips as if possessed.
He’s hardly uttering anything coherent with you anymore, nothing but slippy hums of, "Mhmmm.” exiting him between the way his cock got caught against the especially tight crevices of your pussy.
Your boyfriend isn’t allowing you any space to think, much less speak to him outside of the distant croaks of, "Choso! Ngh-, fuck… C-Can’t breathe-," you let out.
"Don't need to," He heaves right into your lips, tongue practically drawing the words out against the center of yours, "Lemme be your oxygen."
Oh, he’d lost it entirely. But, he wasn't exactly incorrect in his words. He was being your oxygen in the moment with the way he'd inhale every time you exhaled and the same vise versa. It was a fucked out tangle of breathy moans and groans between your equally kiss-swollen lips whilst the sticky tip of his cock bobbed sinfully against that doughy sweet spot of yours.
Muttering, "See?" in between his thrusts before he sliiiiiid his hips forward and let his dick oh-so-smoothly coast into your quenching walls, "In," Then he's doing the exact opposite motion and draaaaging it right back out, "And out, jus' like that, princess."
Your eyes were barely open but, as he sweet-talked you and had you a soaking mess under him, he also managed to maneuver your hands to his face so that you could focus entirely on him and the expressions he made against your palms while he fucked you. The dark strands of his hair dangled around you and he almost looked like he wanted to cry from how good he felt.
"Mmgh, right there," You gasp as soon as his cock mashes against that erogenous place within you again.
Choso turns his face into your hand a little and then kisses your palm, "Yeahh, that's my favorite spot inside you," He admits before his eyes seem to darken, "Look at me while I fuck it."
He feels your saturated cunt seem to get wetter the moment he says that but what really makes his hips snap forwards a little harder is the way you so keenly follow his instructions and keep your eyes directly on his.
"There she is, hey baby," Choso praises tentatively, "G-Gonna cum soon," He says in between a particularly loose swat of his tongue over his lower lip, "Y'ready for it?"
You use your grip on his face to tug him down for another sloppy connection of lips and as soon as your tongue filters its way up into his mouth, he's letting out something throaty and then letting clumps 'n clumps of his raw cum bloom out into your warm cunt.
Drunkenly murmuring a low, "S'all yours. Saved it just for you these last few days. Shiiit, never opening a door for another girl again. I p-promise."
"Huh?" You gape, batting your lashes rapidly as he plucks his lips away from yours for a split second, "Choso, it wasn't about the-, ah. It wasn't about you holding the door open. It's cause you flirted with her!"
"O-Oh." His eyes get impossibly droopier before he frowns deeply. Then he's tucking his face down into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin rather puppy-like. "M'sorry. I didn't mean to."
You wanted to accept his apology, honestly. But with the way he starts smirking against you...
"You didn't mean to say her ass looks nice in those jeans she was wearing?" You huff, trying to ignore the pleasure for a moment to remind yourself why you'd banned him from sex in the first place.
Choso chuckles softly before angling his lips up so he can lick at your neck. Then he drools against you, "You said it first. All I did was agree." Oh, you understood where he was going with this now. Especially with the way he leans up to meet eyes with you again, "And I did that on purpose cause I wanted to see you mad at me."
An easy roll of your eyes is prompted right them, even as your cunt clamps around the curve of his cock, "That's kinda toxic, Choso. What if I put you on sex ban for a month?"
He pauses for only half a second. Then he frowns again, "I'd die."
You scoff playfully, "Loser."
Aaaand with that, he's cumming inside you with a strangled grunt bumping out of his throat. "Y-Your loser, yeahh.."
☆ Toji Fushiguro — Rubbing his thigh
"F-Fuuuck," You finally have your hand wrapped around the stupidly thick base of his cock, stroking upwards with great fervor that has him groaning all shamefully like some idiot, "Mmgh, I needed this."
Cooing, "Aw, did you?" in that tone you know he can't stand just to tease him some more for letting a very "innocent" run of your hand over his thigh lead to this.
In your head you just wanted to touch your boyfriend a bit while the two of you watched some movie but apparently that was too much for him to handle after two months of nothing. By the time you just-so-happened to look over, his head was tossed back and it was taking every muscle in his body not to start grinding up against your palm and working his cock over so you could rub your hand over that instead of his thigh.
Luckily for Toji, you're the sweetest girl on the planet so of course you tugged his cock out for him and started jerking him off like he so desperately needed you to.
But, that was thirty minutes ago and for some reason, he's hard again. You've both lost track of how many times he came in your hand but you don't think you mind it much since now he's too high off his own orgasms to mind the way your silky tongue is lapping around his sensitive nipple.
"Don't tease me," He huffs, jaw taut with tension like he didn't do all this to himself, "Agh-, not when I'm like this..."
You suck on the flushed bud against your tongue a little more before pulling away and kissing around the swollen area, "Like what? A mess in my hands?" You plant another kiss in between your words and your hand jerks at the heavy shaft against your palm a little faster, "A mess against my tongue?"
"Fuck," He groans like it hurts (in a good way), and then his hips thrust up to meet your hand some more and encourage your mouth against his nipple.
Usually, he tries everything in his power to avoid letting you do all this to him but he couldn't care less today since he's been more than eager to cum lately. There's a slop of white trickling all in between every crack and crevice of your hand by now—a feeling of which he's sure would be a sensory nightmare in any other situation—but he just can't stop thrusting into the curve of your palm.
"S'okay, Toji," You whisper way to lovingly for him not to continue to lose his mind, "I missed having you like this too, y'know."
A crooked smile spreads out against his scarred lips and he's trying his best to get ahold of his panting, "Did ya'?"
He felt like some puddled mess under your touch and he wasn't sure if he hated every second of it or secretly wanted more 'n more. The latter quickly proves to be true when you start humming, "Mhmm," as you take his nipple back into your mouth.
The vibrations against it, paired with your thumb caressing the underside of his most tender vein as you glide upwards with your touch, and then swirl the pad of your thumb around his plump head and then in between the slit of it to push at the silky cum spilling out leave him to moan. The pillow on his other side that he's mindlessly holding onto looks almost lifeless due to his current grip.
"W-Why?" He stammers, cursing himself for it as soon as the hoarse tone leaves him. Then Toji's pouty-like eyes flock onto your body and how pretty you look sitting beside him and pleasing him as if you didn't even care about getting yourself off right now, "'Cause you like seein' me make a fool of myself?"
"Yeahh," You whisper honestly, smiling and then leaving a trail of kisses upwards until you meet his neck and then his tense jawline, "You always get soooo grumpy as if you didn't bring this on yourself," Your voice is too much of a purr and it makes his balls feel impossibly heavier like you haven't almost milked him dry already.
So, of course he takes the annoyed approach and scoffs, "Shut up 'n keep makin' me feel good," Toji tells you.
With a mean squeeze to his cock, you hear his breath tangle up in his throat and the way his entire muscular body tenses up and reacts to the motion, "A whole two months you haven't been able to fuck me and now you wanna be a brat when I finally give you some attention?" You tut, no longer moving your hand and only leaving it to squeeze at his hefty shaft to prevent him from cumming again.
Toji's eyes roll all the way into the back of his skull and his hips jerk upwards in a pathetic attempt at getting his cock to slip upwards within your grasp and give him some more movement 'n friction against it. "O-Ohh fuck-, doll... m'sorry," He spews out instantly, "F-Fuuck.. Please don't-"
"Should've been nicer to me," You cut off as you take your hand off of his dick and watch it wave in the air helplessly.
Technically speaking, he could've taken matters into his own hands (literally) at any given moment now but that couldn't possibly compare to the feeling of having your touch wrapped around him.
The man almost whines as he reaches a shaky hand over to your wrists and urges you back to his weighty cock to start touching it again, "Don't stop, please. P-Please, doll, m'right there."
You roll your eyes and merely keep your hand in an O-shape so that he could fit himself back into your touch, "Do it yourself then." You instruct with a nod of your head. "C'mon, put on a little show for me, Toji."
He didn't need to be told twice. Toji steadies himself on the couch and instantly begins to fuck his cock up into your hand without you moving a single inch. His breath is uneven and all over the fuckin' place as he gets off on just using your hand without your help.
He's never felt so helpless and pathetic like this before that it's quickly beginning to make his head spin. To make matters worse, you move your lips over to his neck again and start kissing him to encourage what he's doing as if he doesn't look stupid with what he's doing right now.
"S'this what you wanted? Huh?" He heaves out, nostrils flaring and voice frayed.
You smile into his skin and nod, "Uhuh, this is exactly what I wanted."
To which Toji rolls his eyes and lets his hips get sloppier with their thrusts, his cock occasionally slipping out of the little hole you've created for him, "Yeah, I bet it is. Fuckin' perv..."
You snicker and look back down at how cute his dick looks missing the very simple hole he desperately aches to fit into, "I could always move my hand, y'know."
"I fuckin' dare you," Your boyfriend challenges.
As if you'd ever been one to back down from such a thing...
The very second you take your hand away again, that submissive 'n pathetic side of his snaps and you're only given a moment to blink before he's got you on top of him within the next second.
Scoffing like everything is your fault, "Such a fuckin' brat... Always makin' me work for what I need."
You quickly feel his bobbling tip kissing up against your pussy lips with swabby slicks of wet cum, "T-Toji, what are you-"
"Shut up 'n sit," He orders like he wasn't a whiny mess a total of six minutes ago.
So, naturally, you fold your arms and keep yourself hovering over his dick, "Say please."
"Fuck that," He breathes, hands at your hips abruptly giving your body a swift pull downwards as if you were the lightest thing on the planet (to him, you were), "Don't you feel how hard I am f'you?"
"Toji-," You're cut off by your own gasp as his wide-set cockhead slips up into you with a loud 'n wetly ringing pop!
"Always a sloppy whore f'me, aren't ya?" Toji asks, eyes glued to the drip and drips of sleek arousal drooling out of your cunt. Then he finally cocks his head to the side and looks back up at you with a look in his eyes that says he already knows the answer to the question he's about to ask, "So are you gonna sit now or do I have to make you do that too?"
"Fine. But if you fall asleep like you did two months ago, I'm makin' you wait five before you even get to touch me again." You explain.
Toji shudders, his hands holding onto you for dear life whilst his eyes widen a fraction as if to prove he'll never make the same mistake again.
Deep down inside he'd realized you may be the craziest chick he's ever been with—banning him from sex just cause he fell asleep during it one time—but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love that about you.
synopsis: you weren't looking for a boyfriend - one just found you anyway. but things start looking a little more complicated when the roommate you thought you hated starts cutting himself a bigger slice of your life than you ever meant to let him have.
pairings: husband!Gojo x f!Reader
content: smut + light angst, DOMESTIC IN LOVE GOJO!!!, gojo is our favorite green flag!, choso is heartbroken, arguing with yuji lol, reader is having a hard time, protective/possessive gojo, husband/wife time, unprotected piv sex, kitchen sex, kissing, they want each other so badly, accidental creampie
art by @/keki1205 + div by @/petalpxl
"Tell me he's lying."
You couldn't say that. Just like you couldn't stop Choso's heart from breaking the second it started to sink in for him that there wasn't going to be some second chance for the two of you.
He lost you.
And even in six months, if you decided that this whole marriage thing wasn't for you, you weren't sure you could go back to accepting the love he previously offered.
Not when you knew what it felt like to be chosen now.
To not constantly wonder when you'd be shoved on a shelf, only occupying some secret, hidden half of his heart that he couldn't share with the rest of the world.
Or really, just with the people he cared about the most.
"He's not," you muttered, an uncomfortable lump in your throat as you hesitantly found the strength to meet Choso's broken stare.
"How could-" Choso started, stopping himself to shake his head, dark bangs framing in the face you'd fallen for not all that long ago.
But it was betrayal burning beneath your skin now, hurt and disappointment coiling into a tight ball and bouncing around your chest as you nearly threw his question back at him.
How could you? How could he just stand in the same room he used to fuck you in and look at you like you were the one that left him?
"It's like you're not even the same person," Yuji huffed, as if the two of you had spent enough time together the past few months for him to see you changing.
You were different.
Not nearly as naive as you had been back when you were with Nanami, or quite as foolish as you'd been to think that the thing you had with Choso would ever work out.
Could you really call it a relationship? Truly?
When he would only worship you in silence?
"I'm moving out," you announced, figuring that if they were mad at you now, you might as well make it worse. Just throw everything on the table and leave them to clean up the mess. "I'll still pay my part of the rent, but I'll pack up my stuff soon."
Megumi or Todo would probably move in the moment it was empty anyway. The space you occupied in your best friend's life replaced with ease the second you walked away.
But you couldn't bring yourself to stay when you knew you would be spiraling living just a bathroom apart from someone who shattered your heart.
You'd rather stay with the person devoted to stitching you back together.
"To Gojo's place?" Yuji gawked, guilt swallowing you up as you shrugged numbly at him.
"I was thinking about it before we got married, I, well, I didn't really know how to tell you," you explained, knowing that he probably wouldn't buy it anyway.
"When were you actually going to tell me any of this?" He demanded, and you couldn't help but throw a strained glance back to his brother, not sure what you were even looking for from him.
That had always been your problem, hadn't it?
You could pretend that you didn't know what it was exactly that you wanted, but deep down, you did. Support. To be the one he'd stand up for without hesitation. For Choso to call you his without being so fucking scared of everything else.
But he wasn't capable of doing that if it meant pushing his brother away.
You hadn't forced him to choose, he had just done it anyway. And now you were picking someone else to be your priority above both of them.
"I don't know," you admitted. "I didn't want to."
You didn't want things to change. And everything did anyway.
A chapter of your life was closing, and you were already on the next page, waiting for the rest of them to catch up.
"What the hell?" Yuji asked, while Choso kept to his quiet. What else was there to expect?
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but I should've just been upfront with you," you continued, meeting his big brown eyes to see what you had been worried about wavering right there in them. All wounded as he shook his head, pink hair sticking up like maybe he'd been running his fingers nervously through them when he paced around here waiting for you.
"Am I just supposed to be okay with you marrying and moving in with a guy you haven't even known for a year?" He scoffed, as if Satoru wasn't literally his boss. And like he hadn't been in full support before you took him seriously. "I'm your best friend-"
"Are you?" You asked, your voice almost cracking as your throat constricted tight. "Because I don't think I'm yours anymore."
His mouth curved down, but even when you suspected water might be welling up in his eyes next, you doubled down.
“I mean, come on, Yuji, how much time have we really spent hanging out even when we already live together? You can’t just act surprised that I’m leaving when you didn’t care that much when I was here,” you added, forcing yourself to look away at that last part as you silently reminded yourself what you were here for.
To get what you needed and go.
Even if you had to sit on the curb outside and wait for Satoru to come back for you.
“That’s not fair,” Yuji argued, not entirely wrong either. You knew you were just saying that stuff because you were hurt too. But standing here, getting confronted like this in front of Choso was just rubbing salt in all your own wounds. "All I wanted was for you to be honest with me, and you just walked away.”
“You want me to be totally honest?” You asked, a defensive laugh escaping as Choso tried to call out your name, to deescalate when it was his damn fault the three of you were doing this now.
“Don’t-”
He shouldn’t have said that.
“I fucked your brother too.”
And okay, you really shouldn’t have said that.
But of all the things either of you had thrown out there, you knew that was the one you wouldn’t be able to undo.
Yuji’s anger immediately deflated into sheer disbelief, his stare shifting between the two of you like he was trying to somehow picture you together before immediately scrunching his nose up in disgust.
"No, no, you-"
"He broke up with me because he didn't want you to find out and get mad at him," you added, glaring accusingly back at Choso who was floundering for something to say, his muscled arms folded across his chest as hurt that rivaled Yuji's shined in his dark eyes.
"Broke up with-" He started to argue, but Yuji was talking over him, realization setting in that you really had slept with his brother. Understanding creeping into his expression like he was suddenly replaying every interaction the two of you had in front of him the last few months, his jaw clenching and releasing as he waved a finger at you that you just swatted away.
"Jesus, do I have to hide Megumi away from you after you divorce my fucking boss?" He snapped, and you winced at the weight of your...betrayal?
It wasn't like you were the only one who'd done it. And Choso had been more than willing before he decided you weren't worth the risk.
You hoped he was happy now.
After all, Yuji would think you were the bad guy here.
"Is there anything else you want or can I finish getting my shit and go now?" You asked, refusing to bite the bait.
You laid it all out.
If Yuji decided he didn't want to see you again, that this was the end of your friendship and he couldn't find it in himself to forgive you for fucking all the most eligible bachelors he knew, well, you would learn to live with his absence.
How different could it be from how you were already living?
"I want you to stay," he stubbornly insisted.
"Please," Choso added, stepping forward, his calloused palm grabbing your wrist before you ripped it away from him, recoiling from his touch. "You can still change your mind."
He hadn't changed his though.
Choso dumped you.
Why couldn't they just let you do the same to them?
"I shouldn't have to fight with you guys to feel like I'm wanted," you muttered, shaking your head as you brushed past Yuji to get a suitcase from the top shelf of your closet, unzipping it as you threw it on your bed.
Yuji made a noise, this strangled scoff that barely even sounded like it came from him, but you didn't stop, snagging the charger you needed and tossing it in. Moving quickly to pack more of your stuff in it, half-convinced that he'd just start putting your clothes back up in protest.
But they both only stared at you, a thick silence falling over as Choso's stare seared into you, silently begging you to look back. To not do what you had already done.
"I'm sorry," Choso started to apologize, his gruff voice even rougher than usual as you shielded yourself from feeling anything from his desperate plea. "I-"
"Don't," you whispered, rejecting it before he could pierce through and rip open your healing scars.
But he fucking sucked at listening.
"Please, just, get an annulment, okay? We can still fix everything, I'll-" Choso tried to promise, but you were past that.
Like you could ever believe it when he was only offering after Yuji already knew about the two of you.
He could see the resignation on your face, the way you refused to even glance back, his voice painfully breaking, "Please, don't do this because of-"
"I'm doing what I want because I want to," you deadpanned. He could blame himself, or blame Satoru, but it was your decision.
You didn't want to keep struggling in a relationship. To waste so much time struggling thinking that meant you must really be in love because you had to fight so hard for it.
Love could be easy.
If you let it.
And it simply was with Satoru.
There was no questioning. No wondering whether or not he wanted you, or wishing he would choose you. He was happy to have his ring on your finger and you by his side. Proud to be yours, permanently stained with his name on his skin and stuck to his hear.
"Do you even give a shit about our friendship?" Your (former?) best friend bluntly asked.
Would he believe you if you said yes?
"Yuji."
He froze at the sound of Satoru's voice, cold and sharp, silencing him as you both looked back at where he was standing in the doorway, his usual smile traded in for a tight-lipped frown.
Relief flooded you, your body relaxing before he even walked over to you, shoulders slumping as he protectively put himself between you and your roommates.
"You-" Yuji tried to sound tough, but his voice wasn't steady, shaking on just a single syllable.
"Don't speak to my wife like that," Satoru sternly cut him off. You forgot sometimes what that other side of him could be like. Looked over the fact that he was literally a lawyer who spent half his work hours arguing with people, his usually goofy grin and soft stare replaced with an icy mask of disdain as his gaze shifted over to where Choso was scowling back at him.
"You just couldn't fucking wait to swoop in and-" Choso snapped at him, unable to hold onto his carefully crafted image in front of Yuji at the hint of a smug smirk that automatically curled up on Satoru's lips.
"You had your chance, I just took mine," Satoru shrugged, wrapping an arm around you as Yuji just stared slack-jawed at the tension crackling between the three of you.
And you didn't really want to stick around for when he eventually realized that you all had a threesome while he was asleep.
"I'm almost done packing," you muttered to the man by your side, anxiously readjusting the glittering ring around your finger as he squeezed your waist affectionately.
"Can I grab you anything? Or-"
"My toothbrush and stuff from the bathroom," you softly said, and he was already moving to go grab them.
"Is this it then?" Yuji asked, and you hated that you could hear him getting choked up despite how heated it had been a handful of minutes ago.
"Yeah," you mumbled, keeping your head down as you chewed the inside of your cheek, refusing to let on how much it was hurting you too. "I guess so."
You hadn't figured out what that would mean for the future even after you left. Satoru carrying your suitcase for you down the stairs and putting in the trunk of his car, opening the door for you and playing the perfect gentleman as he chattered about ordering some wings with the pizza tonight, maybe some chocolate lava cakes too.
But once you were all buckled and he was back on the road, one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, he was glancing over at the first stop sign, his pretty lips parting slowly, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," you lied reflexively, exhaling as you looked out the window. "I, um, don't know."
He squeezed your thigh, offering you one of those awkwardly apologetic smiles like he wasn't that good at comforting people. But he was trying. "They weren't being fair to you."
Were they?
Or were you all a little (lot) wrong?
You told yourself that at least it was over now.
That you'd done it.
No matter how fucking shitty it made you feel.
Even if your friendship had been beginning to fizzle out, Yuji had been there longer than anyone else. The one you always used to turn to when things were hard, the bright spot in your life when everything was dull and gray and dragging you down.
When had it started falling apart? When he hadn't told you about his brothers? When he started hanging out with Nobara and Megumi more than you? When he found out about you and Nanami?
Or was this just the fate for most friendships? To fade until he would someday be someone you used to know too?
An acquaintance you occasionally grabbed coffee with. A friend you saw twice a year to catch up, no matter how many times you swore you'd see them sooner next time.
Maybe the best thing you could do now was give him time and space. Send him a text next week or leave him a voicemail when things cooled off.
He'd probably chill out if he knew that you had only agreed to giving this marriage a six-month test drive, but for some reason, you didn't really want to admit that. Didn't want to give his concerns any validity by admitting that the morning after you had realized that you might've made a mistake.
Satoru didn't try to push you to talk about it. Gave you the space and changed the subject instead of dragging it out. Taking care of ordering the food for you when you got back to his apartment, clearing out half his closet for you to have more than enough space for your clothes in it, offering to put on a movie you mentioned you liked around him months ago, back when he first started pestering you with text messages.
Even if it didn't seem like there was space left for you in your old apartment, he made this one feel like your place already. Photos from your makeshift honeymoon already printed out and scattered on the counter, new cups and plates purchased like he had you in mind.
You changed into one of his t-shirts in his, or um, your shared room, your suitcase unzipped on his floor as you rifled through it for clean panties and a pair of pajama shorts as you heard him scolding Ijichi on the phone for letting the news about your marriage slip today to Yuji through the shut bathroom door.
Sighing, you walked back through the quiet apartment, peeking in through all the rooms before finding yourself in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter and looking over the photos.
Most of them were of you.
Shots he snuck when you weren't looking, head turned away or distracted. They were all warm, filled with something that made your chest all fuzzy as you found the handful of photos where he had asked tourists to take of the two of you together. His hand on your hips or on your shoulders, keeping you pressed right against him as he beamed proudly, blue eyes glinting as he pointed to the ring on your finger in one of them.
"Food should be here in ten," his warm voice called out, pulling your attention back to planet Earth as you watched him walk around. He traded his button-up and slacks for sweatpants and a plain t-shirt you strongly suspected was deliberately a size too small judging by the way it clung to his shoulders and biceps. "You like those?"
"Yeah," you softly replied, picking up the most normal-looking one of the bunch. You looked happy in it. Had been happy in it. And not the forced, faking it, sort of happy you were used to convincing yourself you were. "I do."
When everything else fell to the wayside, when it was just you and him, you didn't think anything had ever felt better, actually.
"It's okay to not be okay, sweetheart," He murmured, seeing through your struggles, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and letting his heavy chest resting on your back as he squeezed you tight.
"I sorta wish I met you sooner," you muttered, voicing the thought before it had even fully surfaced in your mind.
"Yeah?" Satoru immediately latched onto it, amusement lifting his question as he leaned in somehow closer. "If you met me instead of Nanami, you think you would have given me a chance?"
You smiled to yourself, trying to consider what you might've done if he'd been the one at that bar offering to drive you home. Or if somehow Yuki would've set you up with him instead.
Would you still be his wife right now? Or maybe even sooner?
"You probably would've still had to work to get me," you hummed, a hint of teasing in your tone. He chuckled, and your chest constricted in response, heart speeding up at the warmth of his laughter.
"You think I wouldn't?" He huffed, feigning like you were wounding him with your hesitation.
"I dunno," you shrugged. "You might have decided I wasn't enough."
Maybe, if you had made it easier, he wouldn't have been so interested. You wouldn't be the prize he currently felt like you were if he didn't need to wait so long to have you.
But all your insecurities, the anxieties you were bottling up, were almost immediately dismissed by the next words that left his lips.
"You've always been enough for me."
Satoru seemed to have a knack for always saying exactly what you needed to hear. For being exactly the kind of guy you needed.
For loving you the way you never knew you wanted to be loved.
He brushed the hair off the nape of your neck, and you were already anticipating his touch, craving it. Breaking down the walls you once hastily constructed to board up your heart so that he could fill it back up. Aching for him to hold you and tell you that he wanted nothing more than to be yours so you could allow yourself to be his too.
"Want me to make you feel better?" He murmured, his soft lips pressed against your shoulder just above the collar of your shirt. Ghosting delicately over the tendon of your throat, sighing softly just so his warm breath would send a shiver down your spine.
"Please," you half-whispered back, shutting your eyes as he slowly began to trace careful kisses in a drawn-out line up your neck. It was torture, but it was tremendous and tantalizing and a thousand other things you were struggling to comprehend as you surrendered yourself to the moment.
To your husband.
His fingers touched you with a tenderness your heart no longer had a hard time accepting, his mouth devoted to making you moan and murder his name as he slyly tugged your shorts down, slipping two fingers along the band of your panties and humming happily to himself as he let the elastic snap back into your skin.
"My beautiful wife is sad," he murmured, his head pressed against yours, exhaling like your hurt hurt him too. "What should I do, hm?"
"Keep kissing me," you suggested, your voice coming out pitchy and high as your fingers gripped the counter for support, knees unfortunately wobbly as he used his own to spread your legs further apart.
"Where?" He lightly teased, one of his hands slipping around to the front, his palm pressing down just above your clit. "Here?"
Your face flushed, heat you were sure he could feel blossoming beneath your cheeks as his mouth moved to press an innocent peck above your collarbone.
"Or here?"
God, he knew just how to torment you. To drag it out and make you squirm as he adjusted the pressure on your already aching bundle of nerves, eagerly awaiting your response as a surprised squeak slipped out of you.
"That's not an answer, baby," he mocked, and if he wasn't so pretty and you weren't so tired, you would twist around and tell him that he wasn't being fair.
But you already learned that lesson about Satoru. He was never fair.
He got what he wanted. And that was you.
"I can get down on my knees right now for you," he continued, undeterred by your indecision, unaware that all his sweet talking was unfortunately a little too effective, a damp patch growing in your panties by the second as he talked to you in that low voice. "Suck on your clit and finger fuck you until you forget all about today."
A generous offer, really. But his impatience was beginning to rub off on you.
And there was an emptiness inside of you that you needed more than just his fingers to fill.
"I want you to fuck me," you murmured, staring down at the photos and trying to control your breathing only to hear his own hitch behind you.
It took a second for him to compose himself, but then your panties were being pulled down fast enough you weren't sure they would survive before he was babbling something about how you were killing him and he was trying to be romantic here blah blah blah, but all your brain was focusing on was the sensation of two digits dipping inside you, testing to make sure you were already soaked enough that he wouldn't hurt you.
Unable to resist the temptation to push in further, swirling around as he sighed and whined that he wanted you for dessert later then, his appetite apparently bottomless when it came to how many ways he could have you.
He didn't make you wait long, pulling his fingers back out and popping them into his mouth to suck them clean as you threw him an arched brow over your shoulder.
"Go ahead," he huffed, pouting at you as you resisted a giggle. "Say it."
"You're insatiable," you accused.
"Only for you."
You wondered what it was about you that made him feel that way.
Was it too much to hope it would never go away?
His cock slid between your slick entrance, and he got a little too much in playing with you, pushing it back-and-forth, shimmying his hips while he went back to kissing your throat.
It would be a lie to say you didn't like it. That you weren't about to giggle a little when he half-whispered that he could probably cum just doing this, holding it in just for him to finally slot himself inside you.
You were immediately giving into him, folding forward just for him to grab your hair with his free hand and pull it back light enough to not hurt, but to refuse to let you run or squirm away.
"Uh-uh," he murmured, tilting your head to the side enough that he had better access to sink his teeth into your throat in a heated love bite, inch after inch of his cock shoving in as your body easily acclimated him. Moaning softly at how right all of it felt, melting for him as he easily pushed his way deeper. Familiar territory you were both treading, even though this felt different somehow. "You're all mine right now, sweetheart."
"Just right now?" You asked, although it came out as a thin gasp, eyes rolling back right as he bottomed out, cock stretching you effortlessly out, molding you to his shape as his laugh morphed into a thick groan.
"Forever, if you'll let me have it," he immediately responded, like it was a vow he hadn't gotten the chance to say at your wedding.
Forever.
Since when had it stopped sounding so scary?
He fucked you soft and slow, nudging your shirt up and running his hand over the tattoo you'd gotten for him, rutting into you a little harder every time his thumb dragged over the outline of it.
Drinking up your moans and making a feast out of your neck and jaw, and you couldn't even bring yourself to tell him to not leave marks, not when any word you tried to get out just ended up in a mushy whine you couldn't control.
Thighs trembling, barely supporting yourself when he let go of your hair to start playing with your tits instead, adoring every piece of yourself that you allowed him to have.
Pleasure warping your brain until you felt like a puddle, heat coiling and curling until it was all that you were, bent forward and whimpering for him as he filled you up so completely.
"Y-you can't just make sounds like that, pretty baby," he purred, struggling to sound composed when his voice cracked at the first word, stuttering though it as his hips drilled back down into your ass.
"Or what?" You teased back, a funny tickling feeling crawling up your throat as air wheezed through it.
Your husband wasn't satisfied to just take you from behind, pulling out to hear your soft whine before flipping you around and crashing his lips against yours to swallow the sound himself.
Hands on your ass hoisting you up, picking you up and pinning your body between him and the counter. And you were kissing him back just as hard, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste yourself on it.
And for a second, you almost asked yourself why the hell it had taken you so long to let him in like this.
But then he was pushing his cock back in, some invisible string tying itself in a tight knot around your heart as the rest of the world fizzled out until it was just this.
Just his hands and his mouth and his cock.
Crammed full while he practically coddled you, reaching up to cup your cheek as he murmured desperate promises between kisses.
Claiming you like he couldn't stand the idea of you being anyone else's. Wearing his heart on his sleeve so that you could have it. Maybe it had taken him a little longer to win you over, but he had won.
"I love you," he blurted it out, and you knew he really meant it. That he was not the sort of man who would ever take it back. Not even when he just said it mid-thrust.
But his eyes still widened, all worried like he thought you would ask him to pull out and then never speak to him again, but you just nodded nervously, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his lips.
"You can say it again," you muttered.
He already had your name on his back.
You sorta doubted he could make this more serious than that.
"I love you so fuckin' much," he breathed again, pulling you closer and practically grinding his cock deep enough you could nearly feel him rubbing up against your cervix, prodding against the spongy spot with a desperation you were a little embarrassed to share.
A fever burning beneath your skin you were sure that he'd soothe, pleasure pulling you closer to a climax as you nodded, unable to actually bring yourself to say the same words, even if you sorta wanted to just so he wouldn't be disappointed in you.
"My girl, my wife," he continued, rambling as his pupils widened, only a thin strip of blue visible as he called out your name like it was the last thread holding him together.
"My husband," you murmured back, letting a hint of your own pride slipping through as you reached up to caress his cheek, gently brushing your fingertips over his soft skin as he let out a long whimper that left your stomach in knots.
And before you fully realized it, he was cumming inside you, warm ropes of cum filling you up as he rushed to start rubbing your clit to get you to finish too.
"S-shit, I'm sorry, oh god," he whispered, his voice breaking as he threw his head back, his thumb twitching while he painted patterns over it.
You'd like to say that it was just that his touch that pushed you over, but it was how cute he looked, his white brows pulled together tightly as he put himself on the same level as you, giving you those pretty puppy dog eyes while you wilted into his touch.
So wrapped up in him you could barely breathe, barely process where your body started and his ended when every piece of you felt so connected.
"S'okay," you tried to reassure him right as stars flashed behind your vision, scrunching your eyes shut as he coaxed you through the wave of pleasure, just pumping his cock in deeper and pushing the cum back in as yours walls squeezed tight around him.
You didn't know how badly you wanted to stay like that until it was over.
Until he started to pull out and you found yourself wrapping your legs around his waist and digging the base of your foot into his back to keep him inside of you.
“I forgot the condom,” he mumbled, burying his face in your throat like he was embarrassed and pressing more feather-light kisses across it like little apologies. “I think I still have that extra Plan B in the bathroom.”
“It’s okay,” you murmured back, repeating yourself and running your fingers through his hair as you found yourself cradling his head closer.
You would take it, and everything would be fine.
A neat little slideshow of the next few months playing in your head as you caught your breath, feeling his cock throb and twitch as you pictured your new routine.
Waking up next to him and showering together before work. Coming home to takeout or cooking dinner. Curling up on his couch and having lazy sex on practically every available surface until there wasn't a space left you hadn't fucked. Falling asleep in his arms.
Would all of that really be so wrong?
Letting yourself get lost in this domesticity? Truly give the whole wife thing a try since you were having such a hard time just being a girlfriend anyway?
"So, do you like rent this place or own it?" You asked, looking around it and picturing whether or not you'd still be living here a year from now when you were having an awfully hard time imagining leaving.
"It's all mine, baby," he proudly proclaimed, leaning down so his nose was nuzzling against your own. "And yours now too."
"We should paint it then," you muttered, tilting your head to the side as he grinned.
"My wife has such great ideas," he hummed, and you couldn't believe how much you were starting to like him saying that.
"How long until you get sick of calling me that?" You murmured, swallowing hard and knowing what answer you were already hoping for.
content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats
Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.
But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.
It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.
“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.
At the end of the day, simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.
It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.
And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.
It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.
“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Looks fuckin’ nice in these shorts,” he says absentmindedly, smiling as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“Stop that,” you swat his hand away again.
“Quit acting like that hurt,” he scolds you, face softening as his hand goes back, again. “Love this ass—m’gonna fuck it one of these days.”
“Kuna!” you gasp, stunned by his sudden boldness when he’s nothing but reserved with you in public. “No you’re not—“
“Kiss me,” he cuts you off, his big hands now pulling you in by the waist.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No?!” You start to shove him away, which does nothing but make him laugh, especially when you look back at your friends who find themselves more than entertained by seeing this side of your relationship.
“The fuck are you looking at Shoko for? She’s not gonna save you from me—isn’t that right Shoko?” he raises his tone as he asks.
“Yeah, I’d rather not.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grins as he turns his attention back to you. “You see that, baby? She doesn’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. Just me.”
And you laugh, because this is how he always teases you when you’re alone. “You sure it’s just not because everyone’s scared of you?”
“Good. You should be scared of me too, sweetheart,” he responds, as if it drives his point home. “Now give me my fuckin’ kiss.”
There’s a low groan that rumbles through his chest when you finally do kiss him, as if he’d been waiting for one the whole night. He grabs your jaw, slips his tongue into your mouth, drags it on for longer than it should’ve been.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs.
“Get a room, freaks,” Gojo yells out from the kitchen.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna easily cuts himself. “We’re going home so I can fu—”
“We never agreed to that?!”
notes: idek i haven’t written for sukuna in months and immediately wrote this when the idea popped up
Ი ᰍ mdni. porn with plot. reader cheating on her bastard husband with her knight.
Knights are meant to serve their masters.
Which was pretty much exactly what Toji was doing between your thighs, wasn't it?
Thick, calloused fingers plunging in-and-out of his queen, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure, glossy lips panting out his name in stuttered protests.
"My husband will return soon," you stammered, as if you weren't squeezing around his fat digits so tight he could've sworn you were trying to snap them off in there. Sitting straight up on the edge of your bed, that fancy dress of yours bunched up high around your hips, held up with one of your trembling hands.
But you didn't stop him.
He scoffed, brows knitting together as his mouth twitched down in irritation. Like that loser hadn't spent his evening rolling around in his concubine's bed instead of taking care of his wife.
Could he really blame him for doing it instead?
You were merely a possession to the king. A political advantage. A pawn.
With Toji, you were just a woman. His woman.
"Let him come," he bitterly muttered, pushing his fingers deeper, finding that spongy spot that left you moaning even louder, daring some passing servant to overhear and scurry off.
"He'll have your head," you hissed out, despite the fact you looked like you were on the verge of your first orgasm, fingers raking through his dark hair to tug at his roots and force him to look up at you. To see that serious gleam in your gorgeous eyes as you pouted so prettily at him.
"You can have it first," Toji hummed, pushing your thighs further apart as he climbed fully under the fluffy skirt of your dress. It was hard to fit his bulking frame under there, but he made it work, knowing that you'd be blushing and barely able to hold it together as he pressed a heated kiss to your bare heat.
That pretty pussy slick and dripping for him, already all worked up as he slowly dragged his tongue across the entrance, teasing you to earn one of those cute gasps of yours he was so fond of.
But before he could properly enjoy it, there was the annoying creak of your door swinging open, and you were clearing your throat as a boisterous voice called out.
"There's my wife," your swine of a husband slurred, obviously drunk as he stumbled in, completely clueless to who was currently under your dress right now. Feigning care like he hadn't fucked every harlot in an hour radius. "You're looking a little flushed, dear."
"I, um, am not feeling very well," you lied, stammering out the words while Toji slipped his tongue between your slick folds.
"Well, I wouldn't want to get sick," your husband hummed, although Toji was sure he would have found some other excuse to go spend the night in someone else's bed.
The door shut again two seconds later, and you were smacking his head through the dress, letting out a dramatic huff that he nearly laughed at.
"You nearly got us caught," you whispered when you were sure you were in the clear, wiggling your hips like you were wanting more.
"Oops," he apathetically muttered before going back to swirling his tongue around, feeling your soft thighs squeeze down around him.
"Don't make me live without you," you defensively muttered, and Toji's hardened heart softened for a second as he slid back out, thankful he didn't have to see whatever vulnerable expression might be on your face right now.
You're a young college professor teaching English Lit and history, you don't live an insanely exciting life - no, you enjoy spending time at home with a good book and a glass of red. You're perfectly content until a certain student sets his pretty blue eyes on you - senior Satoru Gojo. Obsessed with you, Satoru starts following you everywhere, observing and waiting. He just wants you to realize that he's the only one for you, and he'll do anything to make sure you throw your 'ethics' right out of the window.
pairings - college student! Gojo x professor! reader
warnings - absolutely MDNI! this story has yandere content (babytrapping/stalking) Satoru 22, reader 30, reverse professor trope, power dynamics, push and pull. this part - breed kink, breed kink, breed kink LMAO - like no, he rly needs you pregnant I'm so sry - so a LOT of cum, oral (m receiving) dom/sub elements, yandere, psycho ass Gojo who wants to chain you up, thigh fucking, overstim, possessive red flag behaviors
tysm for @lizatonix for proofreading this chap for me!!! <3 I love you SO MUCH! I only have one more chap after this ahhhh my bbs!
<<<part six - masterlist - final part(soon)
part seven
It’s too intimate once Satoru Gojo gets to the front porch of your home, the never-ending rain still pounding on your awning, lightning illuminating the sky behind Satoru’s tall body. His lips are descending onto yours as the two of you drip onto the little welcome rug by your front door, heart pounding, your eyes looking up into Satoru’s now – dark with need.
“It’s always raining with us,” he murmurs, you can’t help but giggle breathlessly at that, watching the lightning flash, highlighting his perfect cheeks, his plump lips in a little smile.
“It always is,” you tug him inside, and of course Fluffy the traitor just cracks one of those cute blue eyes open, all curled up on the little fluffy bed Satoru bought him last week, his tail wrapping, flickering just a bit. “Yeah, Fluffy – I know.”
Satoru laughs and kicks the door shut, the sound echoing and mixing with his sharp exhale, as he studies your silhouette, the way your dress was literally clinging to every curve of your body. “She loves that bed, hmm?”
“She does,” Satoru slips off his jacket, letting it fall with a thud – his white dress shirt plastered to his chest from the spray of rain, outlining every muscle until your throat goes dry just looking at him.
His hair is a dripping wet mess, the usually fluffy strands plastered against his forehead, those lashes dripping and spiked together. You ache more for him than you knew was possible, all the thoughts of what was happening before, of his parents, of your career fading to this singular moment.
You’d do anything to have him look at you like this forever.
Saroru’s long fingers trace the line of your jaw, ever so gently, but he’s trembling just a bit, his hands shaking as he cups your face, leaning low – so big, his hands, his body, everything about him making you shrink just a bit. You always feel small with him, and it’s addictive, like somehow he will protect you from everything.
Even though that’s fucking insane, isn’t it?
“Turn around, sweetheart.”
You eagerly listen, and he laughs softly.
“You’re being such a good girl now,” he murmurs, his voice low and much darker than usual, one hand brushing the damp strands of your hair aside, you feel the coolness of your fan against your soaking wet skin. “You’re finally listening to me, hmm? You do wanna be a good girl?”
“Yes,” you are never in control with him, not really - it doesn’t matter that you’re the older one, that you’ve lived eight years longer. Satoru controls you, and you want it, you want to be a good girl as much as you want to not listen.
Let him smack your ass till you do.
Let him chain you like he threatens.
Loving Satoru was dangerous, it was insanity, blinding like the lightning that pours in as his hands move to the delicate zipper on the back of your gown, noticing your tag then, toying with it.
“You kept the tag?” You blush as his knuckles brush against your spine, just where he is unzipping, following it like a little trail, making you throb.
“I can’t afford this-”
Satoru rips the tag off, you gasp and look back, seeing his glare. “I’ll give you the money to keep it.”
“Toru…”
“You deserve everything, pretty lil goddamn body in this dress? Think I’ll let you take it back? Hah,” he tugs that zipper all the way down, the silk is so heavy with rain it just falls, pooling at your feet around your ankles. “You’re keeping it.”
“You shouldn’t buy things for me…” You shiver, not just from the cold, but from the intimacy of every moment, with how his lips brush against your ear, and he presses his own cold, wet clothes against you.
“I’ll make sure you have everything you deserve,” his words are insanity, his kiss along your ear somehow sweet as it is filthy. “You won’t want for a goddamn thing when you’re all mine.”
“You’re s-so anti feminism…” You mumble, he snorts at that, tickling your skin. “You are setting me back generations.”
“You can make your money if you want, then,” he says softly. “Since you’re a stubborn little brat, but I’m paying for that fucking dress. Yes?” He turns you to face him, tilting your chin up now, the rain still pattering against your windows. “Say yes.”
“Yes.”
“Good, doin’ s’good already,” he whispers, stepping back – his pretty blue gaze is devoted, worshipping your body as he looks at you, standing there in nothing but your soaked lace bra and panties. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
You go to cover up just a bit and he smacks your hands. “Satoru!”
“Don’t cover any of your body up,” he murmurs, drugged from you, the very sight of his pretty Professor half naked in front of him now, your tits pressed up as that lace molds to their form, nipples glaringly apparent. “Pretty Professor.”
“Psycho student,” he would laugh at your brattiness if he wasn’t so hard it hurt, unbuttoning his dress shirt, showing his chest, his hard abdomen, feeling your gaze against him. “Pretty psycho.”
“Ya think I’m pretty, hmm?” You roll your eyes, and Satoru steps closer, shirt off and on the floor in the soaking wet mess both of your clothes are now.
“You know you are, ah!” He’s too close now, as he hooks his thumbs into the elastic waistband of your panties, tugging and sliding them down your legs with the sweetest expression, achingly slow – inch by inch. “Toru…”
He kneels as he tugs them down, looking up at you underneath those spiked lashes, pressing a soft kiss to your hip bone as your panties fall right down to your ankles, he helps you step out of them, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh. Your breath catches, dizzy from need, from how fucking perfect it feels to have him just like this.
On his knees before you.
You brush his still damp strands back, eyes fluttering shut when he kisses higher, breath ghosting over where you need him the most, he teases a kiss on your hood, on your waist, standing once more. He reaches right around your waist, unclasping your bra with a flick of his wrist, letting it fall down behind you.
“You had lots of practice,” you tease, your eyes narrowing at him, Satoru snorts at that, his huge hands coming up to cup your pretty tits in his hands, his thumbs running circles over your puffy nipples, making them press out against them, begging for attention.
“You sound jealous again, hmm?” He teases, you can’t help but bite down on your lower lip, nipples aching with the coolness of the air against your still chilled skin. “That I have had some practice?”
“Very,” you admit with a pretty scowl, he gets harder, undoing his belt with a loud click as he moans into your mouth, kissing you over and over. “Mmm… maybe I’m a little psycho.”
“You have no idea how fucking insane you make me, sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across your neck, your shoulder, hands pressing into your waist, squeezing it and making your heart hammer in your chest. “No fucking idea.”
If you knew.
You know a bit, but you have no clue how fucking serious Satoru was – how he meant it when he said he’d chain you up. His tongue darts against your skin, lapping up the taste of you, even sweeter with that rainwater on your skin. You’re trembling now, breaths coming faster, almost losing your patience as you tug open his belt fully, letting his pants unbutton just so.
“Need you, Toru,” you feel so fucking vulnerable then, but how can you not need him? How can you not need all of him – all of his insanity against you.
“Yeah, do you, baby?” He teases softly, kissing you deeper, the two of you stumbling past your tiny little kitchen, he pauses, frowning now.
You follow his gaze to the small plastic dispenser holding your birth control pills, and you see a damn vein press out from his jaw – a muscle ticking, as if he’s fucking furious.
“Satoru…”
He grins.
Oh it’s a feral fucking grin, too.
“You’re not…”
“Fuck this shit,” Satoru snatches up the little plastic case, walking quickly over to your trash can. He opens it and rips the foil, letting the little pills fall into it.
Fuck he’s insane.
Fuck it’s hot.
You’ll worry about all that tomorrow, about how an independent woman like you is loving this breed kink freak of a student, raising a brow at you, as if asking if you want him to continue.
Your cheeks heat up, stepping closer, seeing his open slacks, those v cuts and the white hair scattering over. “Wanna really fucking keep any?”
“You’re insane,” you breathe out, a soft little laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “You’re absolutely beyond fucking insane, Satoru.”
“Yeah, I am,” he smirks at you now. “Need to keep any?”
“No, you little jerk,” you mumble.
You wanna be bred by him – give him all the goddamn babies.
Not six.
Maybe three.
Satoru walks over to you and cups your chin, tilting it up now, as you’re naked right in front of him, your own hands on the waistband of his boxers. “Take ‘em off for me, hmm?”
“Yes,” you whisper, easing those pants and boxers down, he’s kicking them off until he’s standing right in front of you, completely naked – he’s painfully hard, his cock jutting out thick and heavy, dripping white pre as you kneel. “Mng…”
You can’t stop yourself from lapping the salty substance, sucking on that reddened tip, eyes fluttering shut, earning a gentle little smack. “Eyes on me, sweetheart – on me.”
You look at him now, naked on your tile floor, letting him guide his thick, veiny cock into your eager, wet mouth with a filthy little moan. His hand tangling in your wet locks of hair, shoving his cock deep in your hot, eager little mouth, all while your eyes stay locked on his, tip gliding all smooth over your tongue, against the roof of your mouth.
“That’s it, love that I threw them out, hmm? Love that I wanna knock your pretty body up?” He’s babbling as you suck, laughing like he’s really gone and fucking lost it, his long lashes fluttering as you swallow more of him, taking him deeper with every mean stroke. “F-fuck…”
You barely get a few more in before he’s yanking you up, picking you up with an arm around your waist, you let out a surprised squeak as he carries you over to the couch, the one you’ve sat down and drank wine on, all alone before he met you. Before he came to invade your space, taking all of you over.
He lays you onto the soft cushions, caging you in with his huge arms, your hands come to grip them, feeling the hard muscles and lines of his body, his knees forcing your thighs apart. His eyes are even darker as he kisses you over and over, and you spread wide for him.
“You love me,” he murmurs, you swallow as he pulls back. “Don’t you?”
“I love your psycho ass,” you whisper, lips trembling – it’s like a madness, a sickness for him that you can never get over. As if there could have been ‘just once’ or ‘just the week’ when he consumes you like this.
“You’re all mine,” he whispers, this is a side of Satoru even you haven’t seen, for every bit of him that’s possessive, psychotic, there is a vulnerability to him, to how he pouts just a bit. “Aren’t you all mine, baby?”
You can only nod, your throat too tight to form words – what would they even be at this point but begging, pleading, babbling? As his hips move, and you feel the tip of his cock against you – slick with your spit.
“Toru!”
“This cunt is mine,” he is lost in how goddamn good you feel, his tip catching that mess that’s dripping down your slick folds, over and over, watching you unravel beneath him. “These tits are mine.”
“Mnh!” Satoru’s bending down as he ruts his cock against your messy cunt, sucking a perked up nipple into his hot, wet mouth and biting down just hard enough to make you gasp, teeth making sweet pain spread through your body.
“Mine, god I can’t wait for these to have milk, you’re done being a stubborn brat, being mean?”
“You’re…” He bites your nipple again, smirking.
“I’ll drink milk right from them,” he tilts his head, tongue long and filthy as it swirls right around, and you’re trembling, hands gripping him so tight, nails pressing into his biceps and leaving marks.
“Drink them!?”
“Fuck yes, mmm… baby will have to share.”
“I can’t with you,” you giggle and earn another bite, and a pretty glare. “You’re serious!”
“Very,” he leans back a bit, his eyes locking onto your exposed, glistening cunt, and he spits right on it with a long gossamer strand – a fucking filthy act, his saliva landing right on your clit. You jerk just a bit as he sighs, using his thumb to smear it around, mixing it with your own wetness that’s drooling out.
“You can’t j-just drink all the milk you weirdo, mnh!” He chuckles, looking at you and spreading your thigh high, propping your calf right on the back cushion.
“Gonna get you so full of me,” he mumbles, already drunk from you – as his tip hits your twitchy lil clit over and over, pulling back just before you can squirt. “Maybe I should punish you for running away.”
“Punish me?” Your eyes roll back when he pulls back, spitting on your cunt again. “Please…”
He lines himself up with your entrance, teasin’ it, just the head popping in only to pop right out, coated in your slick. You whine out desperately now, eyes all pretty, nails pressing harder. “No more running. No more pretending you don’t love me, no more thinking I don’t want only you.”
You swallow now, nervously, parting you lips as if to protest – but it’s as if he can read you like a fucking book.
“But tomorrow-”
“No buts,” he whispers, teasing you again, cupping you with his free hand, your face so small in his grip. “No arguing, you’re gonna be the good girl I know you can be, and let me breed you. Hmm?”
You bite down on your lower lip.
“Say it,” he whispers softly, breath ghosting your lips. “That you want me to breed your pretty pussy, that you wanna give me all those babies I deserve.”
Fuck it.
“I want it,” he whines out, pushing inside your slutty little pussy, bottoming out and stretching you – without the usual play, you’re utterly tight, feeling every fucking inch of him. “Ah! S-so deep I…”
“It’s all me, isn’t it baby? All me in your pretty head,” he is lost as you, your cunt isn’t all it is, your pretty face isn’t all it is – no, Satoru’s need is too much, he will never let you go.
If he has to chain you, he will.
He thinks you’ll probably love it.
“What’s going on in th-that mind, hmm?” You barely manage to whisper as he pounds his cock into you, as he rails you so hard you’re trembling, wondering at the flash of white teeth as he makes your hips jerk with every thrust.
“Do you really wanna know, teach?” He murmurs, slowing just a bit, the white hairs at the base of his cock grinding too perfectly against your little clit.
“Y-yes…. I wanna know…”
Your fucked out whisper is more than enough for him – Satoru didn’t care if you knew it all anymore, if you knew every insane thought he had.
“Wanna tie you up to my bed and never let you go,” your lips part as he grinds again, lifting your thigh higher and pressing it up, making you whine out pathetically. “Wanna lock you away and tell everyone you’re gone, that’s what. Keep you all to my fucking self.”
“You c-can’t…” You really should be scared, but you can’t be – not with that filthy pressure against you that has your toes curling, those heels tugged off by him and clattering to the floor.
“I won’t,” he corrects, smirking down at you. “But I want to, pretty teacher – I want to so fucking bad, I don’t want to share you.”
Your answers are soft whines as he presses the heel of your foot on his shoulder, kissing up your calf and watching the creamy ring form at the base of his cock, with a filthy squelch. “Toru…”
“You feel that? Feel how deep I am? Hah, look at me moving inside you,” Satoru’s irises are swallowed now, you can hardly see a little ring of blue left, the lighting flashing with his feral grin as he watches that bulge move in and out. “Eyes on me, what did I say?”
Your eyes immediately obey before your own damn mind can comprehend he’s ordering you too. “I feel you.”
“That’s where I’m gonna fill you all up,” his lips dart up your neck, tickling you as he folds you right in half. “Gonna paint your fucking walls with it.”
His words are filthy as fuck, but his kisses are reverent, those big hands just worshipping you in a way that makes you dizzy, needy for him. He’s reduced you to a babbling little mess beneath him as his balls smack your ass with a loud thwack, hitting it hard, the squelch of your messy hole sucking him in mixing with the blood that’s rushing in your ears.
He groans out softly, his eyes squeezing shut and fluttering all pretty with those snowy lashes for a moment as you feel him move inside you, before they lock back onto yours. They’re so blue it’s intense, almost glowing in the dim light of your living room, his laugh soft as his fingers leave bruises. “You’re gonna look so fucking pretty, all round and full of me.”
Your entire body heats up at the vision, the words he whispers like that, you can feel your orgasm about to hit, tight in your core with every drag of his tip on your spot. “Close, close! Mng… Satoru…” you whimper out – your nails pressing into his broad shoulders, making him suck in a breath.
“You’re close, hmm?” He whispers, letting his cock drag all slow in your walls, leaning over you, lips a breath away. “Wanna cum just for me?”
“Mhm!” Satoru leans up and reaches down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in tight, pretty little circles, shoving his cock in deep so it bruises your cervix, his skin glistening with sweat and the rain from outside. “Come on, then, sweetheart. Cum for me. Milk all of it out of me.”
Your back arches off the couch, whining out as that pleasure takes you over – pussy clamping right around him, pulsing and doing just that – milking his cock, gripping him so tight he whimpers.
“Fuck,” he moans out your name desperately, his hips jerky, the way he fucks you erratic now as your aftershocks hit him, his own seed flooding your pussy, white and puffy and hot in your walls.
“Toru!” You’re lost, kissing him desperately, letting his tongue glide along yours as he fills you so full it’s already leaking, he’s laughing softly, grinning like a psycho against your neck.
“You wanted to protect me from what, hmm? From having you forever, for having you be all mine?”
Your answer is a soft, desperate little sound, tears escaping your eyes. “I j-just wanted to…”
He bites your neck hard – teeth sinking enough to make you gasp as it breaks that tender skin. “This is the only thing I want. You – all full of me, carrying all my babies. Knew it when I first saw you in the fucking hall. Before that lecture, before you told me how good I did, hmm?”
You’re sniffling now, tears spilling at his intensity, as he presses little kisses all over your neck, your cheeks, lapping one up and moaning.
“Fuck you’re pretty like this,” he murmurs, pulling his messy cock out to watch that thick, white cum already starting to leak out of you, your own release coating him in gloss. “You’re cryin’ so fuckin’ pretty right now.”
“Weirdo,” you manage to mumble – but you love that shit, you love when he uses the swollen head of his cock to push it back in, filthy as he swipes it down to gather it all, pushing it right back in your hole.
“Ah!”
“Can’t waste a drop of all this,” he murmurs, fucking it right back into you, your thighs quivering as his hands slide up them, cunt already sore. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, sweetheart.”
“Work?” You mumble, incoherent almost from him.
“Mhm,” he smiles all cute and boyish, brushing his hair back like he’s not a deviant. “A lot of breeding to catch up on without those pills.”
“I swear…”
He just kisses you again, until you’re too fucked out to even know what fucking time it is, you lose track of it all when it’s the morning and he’s got you on the counter, kissing up your neck, so many loads inside you’re full. Satoru was not kidding when he said he had every plan to knock you up tonight, clearly, and you’ll just have to push that off for another day, too.
Because currently, you just wanna fucking give him anything.
*****
You spend an entire weekend with Satoru, getting fucked in any and every position the man can imagine, he’s not joking when he says he can fuck you all day – if it wasn’t for you being sore, the psycho could get hard again for you. You’re at his place on Sunday and you haven’t seen the light of fucking day, as if he’s already planning on keeping you all to himself, locked up like he ‘joked’ about’.
The morning light filters through his blinds when you wake up completely sore like you’ve worked out too damn hard, glittering light glowing against the floor in pretty gold. Satoru’s side of the bed is all rumpled, you can smell the scent of coffee, sighing as you stand, your sore ass legs crying out for help.
How many times could a thirty year old get folded in half!?
Satoru is standing, his broad shoulders and that strong back damn near making you wet again – as if you’re not already fucking dehydrated. He’s making a cup in the keurig when you walk over carefully, quietly, hugging him around the waist and making him chuckle just a bit.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” he teases, a hand coming to cover your wrists, as he looks back at you.
“Morning Toru…” You get emotional then.
This would all be over soon.
This bliss, the ease and the domesticity of it all would be over, and that thought hurts so bad you pull back, making him frown, turning to look at you and cupping your face.
“Sweetheart, what…”
“I don’t want it to end,” you admit, you’ve tried so hard to keep it together, to keep any semblance of normal through it all, but it’s all out of the window now, all gone – replaced with the way you need him. “I don’t.”
“It’s not ending,” he murmurs, seeing your pretty, glittery eyes – the ones he’s looked into every chance he could this weekend.
You think he’d let you go?
You think he’d ever let you go?
“Why do you think that, hmm?”
“Because, work tomorrow… your parents are gonna fucking kill me. Kill both of us, and I don’t want them taking your trust fund.”
He laughs.
He laughs.
You smack him.
“It’s not funny!” He swipes your tears and you smack him again. “I’m dead ass serious, Satoru.”
“Have some coffee, professor,” he walks over and puts just the right amount of cream and sugar, your fingertips brushing together. “I have just the solution for the trust fund issue, actually.”
“You do?” You take a sip of the hot coffee, sighing and fluttering your eyes shut at how good it feels on your tongue.
“Mhm,” he takes your free hand and touches your ring finger. “Future Mrs. Gojo."
He says it so casually, like he's commenting on the weather outside or the basketball game last night, watching your mouth open.
“What?”
“Mrs. Gojo!? That’s insane – and… and…”
“You wouldn’t marry me?” You hear it now, the worry – but that’s not fucking it – of course you would.
It’s the fact that they’d never accept you, that they’d give him shit, that-
“Answer me, now.”
His soft order has your eyes looking right up.
“Good girl,” you curse, thighs pressing together. “Don’t let that pretty professor brain think too much. Answer if you’d marry me.”
“Yes, I would,” you whisper now, sighing and shutting your eyes. “But-”
“Ah-ah,” he cuts you off, setting your cup down, barring you on either side, hands on the counter. “I found a special clause in my trust fund – I can get it before I’m twenty-five under two very archaic conditions.”
“Two conditions?” You ask, blinking a bit, seeing his smirk. “Marriage?”
“Mhm, and an heir,” his hand drifts to your tummy. “If I have both of those, I get it before – and I won’t run their dumb fucking company with it either.”
“You’re… not?” You’re so fucking proud of this psycho when he touches your cheek gently.
“I wanna be a professor like you,” your heart breaks, it melts for him – the way his fingers shake just a bit.
“Like me? You wanna be like me, Toru?” You whisper, voice broken, tears slipping from your eyes.
“Yeah, I wanna teach… I always thought there was no fucking point, but with you I just…” He kisses you softly now, sighing. “I wanna teach.”
“I’ve never been so fucking proud, god,” you smile tremulously now. “You wanna make a shitty professor pay?”
“And have shitty hours, be unappreciated, all that,” he teases back, smiling against your lips. “Have no personal life, bring my work home, care too much about my students.”
“So you wanna be me?”
“I do…” He frowns now. “Which means – as much as I wanna lock you up and never let you leave, tell everyone you died and hide you-”
“Satoru!”
“Sorry, aha,” he grins again, as if any of that was a joke, seeing your glare. “As much as I want that shit, and I hope to eventually have it. What better than being a Professor too? Right next to you, so we can be together, and I can make sure no one is hitting on my wife.”
“You’re utterly serious,” you blink rapidly, chest rising and falling. “You’d let me still teach then, hmm?”
“Well, part time. I need you having babies,” you snort a bit. “But yes, I’m willing to let you work since you want to, so goddamn bad – remember, the trust fund is enough neither of us ever have to, really.”
“I would love to teach next to you,” you whisper, hands slipping up his bare chest, shaking your head now. “I’m so proud of you, doing what you want – not what they do. Toru I really am.”
Fuck.
He can’t handle your praise, nothing has Satoru hard like that, and he knows your poor cunt is all beat up from him, he turns you toward that counter, gripping you under your chin, pressing his cock right against the small of your back. You whine out, head falling back, letting him tug you hard, arching your back just for him.
“Your praise is making me leak so much pre, fuck,” you laugh a bit at that, shaking your head as he grips your chin. “It does, you have no idea.”
“My pussy hurts!”
“I could fuck your thighs,” he teases, the thoughts have you biting down on your lower lip. “You’d like that, hmm?”
“Get to the real question, how do we just… get married? They’ll hate that idea and the rest of the semester?”
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, sliding the big shirt of his you’re wearing up, tugging it high in a knot as he slips his cock from his boxers, you gasp when you feel the sticky cum against your inner thigh. “They’ll keep it quiet, all of it – we’ll reveal we’re together later next semester.”
“B-but you… they’ll…”
“A rumor or two? You won’t worry about that when you’re filthy rich, will you baby? When you’re covered in diamonds and everything I can buy you – fuck your thighs are so soft,” he’s gasping out as he feels them now, pressing on either side of his thick length. “God you are perfect, slutty pussy drippin’ already.”
“Toru!” You’re aching as his tip presses just enough against your clit to make you whine, his shaft gliding between puffy, abused folds as he wraps his other bicep around your waist, lips moving messy up your neck.
“Marry me, pretty professor,” he whispers.
“While you’re fucking my thighs, you’re proposing!?”
“Yes!?”
“God,” he’s slipping faster, gliding through the mess as he pictures it all – you pregnant, married to him, getting to kiss you in every hall, getting to tell his parents to get fucked. With you. “Marry me, pretty please?”
“You can’t act cute mid thigh f-fucking,” he pouts against your skin, and you’re trembling, your hands gripping the counter tightly, every stroke between your thighs pushing you closer. “You wanna marry me? Are you…”
“Yes, god yes – only you f’me,” he mumbles, all pussy drunk as he moves, as his hips snap against the curve of your ass, gripping you harder, using your thighs and your body like you are his little doll. “Just you, fuck just say yes… lettin’ you work and shit, hmm?”
“S-so generous,” you giggle but it’s cut off when his tip hits your twitchy clit, the one he’d sucked and hummed on last night till you squirted all over his face. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but… they’ll be so-”
“Let me handle them for you,” he whispers, even closer as his tip catches your clit again, feeling you gush as he glides once more, he can tell you’re about to squirt all over him. “I’ll take care of it all, sweetheart. Gonna be mine, all mine, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you are done for, a drooling mess as Satoru fucks your inner thighs faster, the plush of them slick from you and his own sticky pre, nails now pressing into his forearms. “Yours, yours…”
Satoru cries out, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent, before lifting your thigh, having you gasp. “I’m cummin’ inside, can’t waste any.”
“You freak,” you want it though, when he slams into your hole with ease from how wet you are, pumping your pussy full and pulsing inside you, gasping out your name. “What I can’t s-swallow either?”
“Not til you’re knocked – ah – up,” you feel so good he’s shaking, leaning his heavy weight and pressing you against the counter. “Mmm… then you can again, when I get you pregnant.”
“So generous,” you’re shaking when he pulls back, letting him turn you to him, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. “I’m nervous, Toru. How they’ll take this and… what, do we go get married immediately?”
“I have someone that can next week if you want, but yes… it’d have to be quickly, but I’ll give them some of my time as a CEO, to keep them happy enough. To protect you, okay?” You nod quickly, still shaky as he’s dripping out of you. “You focus on being pretty and pumped full of cum.”
Satoru is insane but god if you don’t fucking love him.
*****
“So, you two actually came,” his parents say that next week in their office, as Satoru shuts the door behind you, a hand on your waist. His parents had gone to Paris for a time thankfully, leaving you and Satoru with just enough time to let that marriage license go long enough.
Oh, and enough time for Satoru to knock you up.
Yep – you’re pregnant, but you think that he may have gotten you while you were still on the pill with the timing of it all.
Little shit was so happy – he even let you swallow his cum as a reward for being so good and breedable for him. The memories of just that had you pressing your thighs together. Keeping it all under wraps and acting normal was pure torture, but the stress of meeting with his imposing parents was enough to make your tummy flip, to turn into knots.
Yet he didn’t move his hand from your waist.
Satoru was serious, and in this case he was no young twenty two year old boy – he was a whole fucking man in a business suit in front of his parents, his lips quirking right up as he studies them. His dad in his big seat in the Dean’s office, his mom sitting on the desk with her legs crossed at the ankles.
“Hey pops, hey mom,” he greets all friendly, you almost snort just a bit. “Have a good time?”
“Looks like you sure did.”
“I did in fact,” his hand tugs you even closer, and your cheeks heat up, heart hammering in your chest. “I’ve been real busy these past couple weeks, actually. There’s so much to catch you all up on.”
“Oh really, I can see,” his dad says, annoyance dripping on his lips. “And just what is this spectacle, hmm? You want her career over? You want your trust fund to be-”
“That’s just the thing – you wrote this cute lil clause in there with your lawyer, if I’m married with an heir, I get it early,” his parents visibly pale.
Maybe they didn’t think Satoru was that insane.
But no, he is.
“So turns out…” He grins now. “Already got the heir on the way, and I’m getting married – don’t worry, it’s a private affair, no need to come.”
“Gojo are you-”
“Very, very serious,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum – not teasing, but also not letting his parents down him. And in that moment you’re even prouder of your clearly psychotic, borderline… fiance? You think he’s a fiance already, yes.
You are proud of him.
But you’re also terrified and overwhelmed, especially when his hand is right over your tummy, and their brows are raised.
