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Synopsis. The best way for him to apologize? Fúck.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, rough s, angry s, matíng presses, PÚSSYDRÚNK men, manhandIing, spítting, p talking, making them whímper, mentions of marathons, creampíes, cúmplay, CEO!Nanami, slight bréeding, GOJO’S POWERS, squírting, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, jealousy (Ino’s side), pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Smooching you if you get the song ref for the title-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Make him whimper!?
“God-” Toji rasps, he groans. Head thrown back as he’s slamming the tender, pink underside of his tip into your slippery entrance, “God, you’re milking me dry, ma.”
With a roughened hand clawing onto your hips, he’s fighting off the urge to make you slow down your relentless ridin’. Instead looking up at you with a tilted head, usual smirk wobbly- “What more do ya want from me?”
“Hmmm, I dunno.” You’re tapping your chin in faux-thought, still reeling from your nth high of the night. Another one of your hands presses between Toji’s flexed pecs, “How about an apology for missin’ our date today, hm—?”
An apology - an apology.
He grunts, “Again- hck!” Cut by a squeeze of your wet walls, cushioning his rovering length. Toji’s been apologizing for hours at this point - and he had to make you accept his plea. Soon.
Otherwise you were going to make the big, bad Toji Fushiguro whimper.
And he couldn’t have that- oh, he couldn’t shatter his tough façade just as soon as his beautiful girl was riding him to madness.
So Toji’s grinding those mean hips of his into yours, thoroughly brushing the throbbing girth of his cock near your soft g-spot.
Again and again. He’s rapidly ruttin’ his flared ridge back and forth down that lil’ spot until you’re seeing stars, “See? See?” Gnawing down on the insides of his cheeks so that he wouldn’t sound as ruined as he really was right now. “Doesn’t this show how utterly fuckin’ sorry I am, doll? Isn’t this pretty pussy of yours hah- tired of being mad?”
Toji coos as saliva starts to fill up the inside of your mouth, leaking down each side of your lips. You just couldn’t help it with the sheer stretch- “W-well, maybe….”
You were simply no match for his utter size, and he knew that.
Length so long that he could easily stroke your spongy cervix with the edge of his rock-hard tip, “Because m’reeeeally sorry for taking that stupid mission n’ missing our date. To you, to…” He’s spreading open your cunt with a fat thumb, just to watch the way your tight hole swallowed up something so massive. And the side of his maw splits with a lecherous grin, “-her.”
You gasp, feeling Toji guide one of your hands to clutch at his neck. “See? Hold onto me, mama- fuck! Feel me.”
“Hmpf- it was a really nice café, too.” You’re pouting stubbornly, and you swear you could feel the way his plump, weeping orifice twitches at how mouthy you still were.
How much your entire body was loosening up after each thrash of his furious cockhead.
And Toji was fucking you just the way he knew you liked - with long, sloppy strikes of his orifice slidin’ down your walls. Right across your g-spot so that you’re feeling the drag of his veins once he bottoms out at your cervix.
Repeatedly.
“Mhm, but I have something- fuuuuck, even sweeter now.” He was laying it on thick. Toying out a cute heart on your clit, the sensation makes your fingers instinctually squeeze his gasping airway.
Something you didn’t think would make him shiver, would make him spank his hips up into yours with a resounding plap! of skin-on-skin.
Almost reflexively, Toji swats the right side of your ass cheeks with one of his hands, before immediately having the sense to look apologetic. “Ah, uh- whoops.” He chuckles, such an unabashed glint in his darkened eyes, “I still am sorry about the date, doll.”
That makes you clench and oh, you don’t know who’s more gone right now.
You, with your head thrown back, lashes blinking rapidly at the dull thuds of his cock reaching for your womb. Or Toji who takes a solid few seconds to catch his break - making sure he didn’t sound as needy as he felt.
He’s peering up at you through long, dark lashes, “Sooooo? Am I forgiven? M’I finally gonna be able to stuff you full- oh, fuck!”
But he wasn’t getting off that easy.
And you’re watching in real time at the way that Toji’s hazed, mossy eyes widen- the way his gruff baritone cuts off with a hitch. The way that he’s gritting his gleaming white canines into a snarl as you crash your hips backwards.
Sloppily stumbling through your pace, you furrow your brows down at your stunned boyfriend. “You just want to- ngh- you just want to cum i-inside-”
He’s scoffing, “Well, with a pretty pussy like this can ya blame me-” Only to get interrupted by the slight pressure of your hands on his wide neck. Lurching his body up into a ruthless rut once more, you’re counting about three impacts of his globular crown pushed all the way into the bottom of your pussy. “F-fuck.”
And what you didn’t expect was to look down and spot a bright, crimson blush highlighting the tips of Toji’s ears.
You’re almost raising your hand off of his throat in surprise, before- “Don’t you fuckin’ move a hand, ma.” He’s keeping you pinned on top of him, riding him as you choke Toji’s throat. “S’that how it is then? Is it?”
“T-Toji-”
“Fine then-” He tries biting down on the plushness of his bottom lip- before he’s giving out and sounding a soft whine. And you’re barely even registering it before the fleshy tip of his shaft juts back into your womb, ravaged and red.
Tone breathy, octaves higher. You almost have the sense to ask whether he was okay- “Fine- fine. Fuck- y’fucking win.” There’s another slap! to the globes of your ass that make your poor ears pop with pressure, “Her, too.”
He’s spitting down at your dripping wet pussy, greedy jade gaze narrowed.
And before you can utter out a word-
“I-I’m sorry, doll.” He was sincere. For perhaps the first time tonight. Hypnotically, Toji’s pussydrunk by the sensual swivel of your hips. Those messy figure-eights designed just to drive the hulking man wild, “I really, really am.”
And it makes him whimper.
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Marriage Duties.
“You broke your promise about overtime, Kento.”
“I know, my love, I know.” Your husband’s breathing out in scorching puffs against the side of your neck, deep vibrato making your thighs twitch together. “Let me make it up to you-” Kissing right where your throat was most tender, “-please?”
And it felt like minutes - maybe even mere split-seconds later that Nanami Kento had you bent over the cool mahogany of his office desk.
Papers flying askew, your mouth agape as he sinks in his thick, swollen cock. So hard that it felt like he was about to burst with the first sweetened touch of your walls, enveloped so nicely inside. “Oh- oh…”
And you’re whimpering, feeling the metal band of his wedding ring brush your skin as he’s pushing your satiny skirt up to take a good look at your cunt from behind.
“Yeah?” Whispering deeply, “S’a niiice stretch, huh? Been a real awful husband, darling.” Fuck, he really had lost track of time tonight - staying up late in the office past everyone’s clock-out time. Even when he promised you he wouldn’t- Nanami was sure he’d still be stuck with his piles of papers if you hadn’t stormed into his office with the intent to drag him home. “Must’ve been so haaah- lonely, huh?”
You claw at the firm table, the nameplate engraved with ‘CEO NANAMI’ - “I was-”
“Not just you, my wife—” And there’s something there in his voice - something that makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.
Your tastebuds flood with watery saliva at the probe of his throbbing length, Nanami leans back and tuts at the snug resistance of your hole. Palm weighing down at the base of your arched spine to push past the tightness with a slurp! “Her, too. My wife’s poor, pretty pussy, bet she was so, so–”
And then he’s trailing off- fuck, he can’t even finish his damn train of thought.
The feeling of your soft, gooey cunt meltin’ all around his cock after hours of nothing but documents?
Oh, he was close to losing his damn mind-
“K-Kento—” You’re singing out in that pretty voice of yours, hips attempting desperately to buck back past his flared mushroom tip. The sheer size of him was just so big that your eyes roll all the way backwards at the stretch, “Fuck- want some more please-”
Oh.
He thinks he already has lost his fucking mind.
“Anything. A-anything for you.” His voice breaks.
Then Nanami gasps, he tugs on the velvet of his work tie - barely giving you even a second to register the chafing of the fabric against your wrists.
N’ then you’re all tied up and pretty for him, your hands pinned behind your back for him to pull on like you were some glorified ragdoll. “I can- fuck- I’ll make love to you l-later, darling.” Nanami’s blond brows knit together at the sticky pressure of your cunt, the way he was sliding in so deep it’s like your walls were gluing to his mazin’ shaft. “Right now I really want to…fuck.”
You’re gasping, never in your life had your tender, loving husband spoken like this.
“O-oh, Kento—” Never had he clawed onto the flesh of your arms like he couldn’t stand to be apart for a mere fucking second. Nanosecond.
Hips pushing down without a moment’s warning to strike your battered cervix, so hard that you’re being pinned against the wood of the furniture. Pulling on the restraint - hard, fast - he’s lifting you onto his hips so high it felt like you were dangling in midair. “Y-you’re in so deep, ngh, fuck-”
Again. And again. And again and again Nanami’s slamming one meaty knee up onto his desk - hips loud, voice low. “Mhm, let me show you how fuck- sorry I am, my love.” One of his hands let off from your back to walk down the front of your tummy, precisely finding that one spot his plump tip was scouring into. He presses down, down, down- “All the way up to here- how much I missed you.”
“B-but what if someone hears?” You’re wailing out a whimper, ears ringing with the recent strikes after strikes of clammy skin, of his v-line jutting against the globes of your ass.
“So let them hear.” Oh- you could practically make out the dangerous twitch in Nanami’s grin, he’s plastering his washboard abs to your spine just to make you squirm. “They should know how hah, fuck- dedicated the CEO is to his work. And- and more importantly-”
Each one of his syllables drive you wiiiild- because your husband’s sticking the bright-red crown of his cock against your g-spot, your cervix, everywhere and anywhere into your nooks and crannies.
Harder and harder until a far leg of the polished desk protests out a crack!
You gasp, hear swivelling to where he’d seemingly broken the office desk- expecting your husband to promptly stop before-
“M-more importantly-” But the only thing Nanami does is carry out in his crackling tone, fitting a palm underneath your neck to lift you bodily off of the now-ruined table. Plastering you to each glissading ridge of his abs, strong arms the only thing holding up your weight right now. “How sorry I am for neglectin’ my wife tonight…” Such gentle lovin’ in his tone, though he’s fucking you like he hated you. “-my wife.”
Like he was criss-crossing your glassy pupils with each push of his cock, worshipping. The softness of his mouth touches upon your neck, “-my beautiful, beautiful wife who’ll be lucky to walk out of this office.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Sorry (not sorry)
“Sugu, I t-told you I didn’t want him killed off-”
“My mistake, gorgeous.”
You huff down at your reverent leader - the exact same one who was acting like he didn’t just finish off one of his followers for daring to utter a wrong word about you. One syllable and he was done for. “That’s all you have to say?”
“Heh, well-” Geto’s batting his stark raven lashes up at you, voice nothing but a croon as he’s rutting his leaky cock between your thighs. “-fuck me, then.”
And it was dangerous- oh, it was dangerous for his bulging, pierced tip to swab its way through your pussy’s insides. Pinpointing each n’ every soft spot that makes your toes curl, Geto’s kissin’ just the edge of your g-spot and makes you groan. “I already am.”
SMACK!
Ruthless, he’s swatting the teary slope of your cunt with an open palm- tongue lolling out deliriously to catch the stray speckles of slick that splash out of you. He purrs, “You better try harder if you really want me to be hah– sorry, gorgeous.”
“B-but-”
“Harder.”
Lips all wobbly, you’re biting back the sobs in your throat as you try to grind down harder on Geto’s upright length.
Shuffling your shaky hips down from side to side to help sheath every solid, sloppy inch of his cock. The metallic orb of his Prince Albert’s piercing mazes between your walls like a spotlight, all the way up to your cervix. Your womb- “Shit- shit, you’re in so hck! Deep-”
“Ah ah-” Your entire body’s shaking - always on edge with the lecherous drag of his aching girth.
Fucked oh-so-nicely by the lavish lines of his veins that you don’t even recognize - don’t even register - the strong arms that wind ‘round your waist. “No running.” Geto chuckles darkly, pinning down your restless hips from flinching with each puckered kiss against your g-spot. “Why are you hngh- running? M’I the one apologizing or are you, hm–?”
Pinning you down. Stopping you from escaping.
Oh.
Oh.
And he’s had enough of your stumbling cadence, had enough of the way it was agonizing to sit through the lazy drags of your cunt. No matter how cute it was when you were trying your very best.
Squelching up n’ down in fervent half-thrusts, Geto’s heavy balls clench once he’s clinging onto your waist and shoving you down. The back of your ass hitting the toned lines of his pelvis with a plop!
“See-” Drawling out, your boyfriend has both hands clawing at the sides of your body. Easily manhandling your trembling self until you were gulping his cock furiously between your legs. In and out in and out. “See, pretty girl?”
All the way from the glazed, ruby-red curve of his tip down, down, down till that fat circumference of his hilt. “This is how you fuck a guy sorry, see?” Breath hitching, your mouth waters once you’re watching the beefy biceps of Geto’s arms bulge with each motion.
He was just so unintentionally sensual - inky hair splayed out like a halo, maw drooping open with every clench of your walls ‘round his veiny shaft.
Your snug entrance closes ‘round his slit and he finds himself bucking- “Fuck- fuck, see now m’reeeeeal sorry.” Sweaty head thrown back, Geto’s peeking through his long lashes to take in the utterly filthy sight of his glistening cock disappearing between your pussylips. “Really, really sorry…”
And somehow you’re managing to sound out, “S’that it?”
“Oh?” His head snaps up in interest, “Something to say, gorgeous?”
With a brief puff of breathy laughter, Geto’s toying his slender thumb over your outer pussy. Collecting every dewdrop of glazed slick, he’s carefully avoiding your neglected clit. “Something she wants to say?”
And you don’t answer - you can’t.
Not when the bashing massage of his cock was rendering you speechless, not when you were being driven wild by the tender touches between your legs.
So the only thing you can mindlessly carry out is to grab ahold of Geto’s pale wrist- shoving it deeper right where your puffy clit needed him the most. “Please- please.” You’re dripping out a thin layer of your sap all down his forearm, letting off the filthiest noises as you buck. Taking every shred of will within your body to keep your voice even, “I mean- more. More- m’not gonna last.”
“Oh.” He’s gasping, “O-oh.”
And you would’ve expected a sniping word or two to escape him - but the moment your needy demands ring in his ears, Geto’s ruined.
The very tips of his ears burning red, he’s staring at you with a partially-gaped mouth. “I- fuck, atta girl- my pretty, pretty girl.” Mouth stretching into a sleazy smile, Geto spanks the front of your pussy once more before drivelling his hips up into you like a madman. “Tha’s how ya do it- milk me dry- milk me, oh, that’s how ya make me sorry.”
You’re echoing out stupidly, spittle leaking out like a waterfall down your chin. “Milk- ngh- sorr-”
“Not you bein’ ngh- sorry, pretty girl.” Geto’s rolling his amethyst eyes, you were just too cute when you were fucked all stupid on his cock - not that he could admit it right now. “I’m sorry- sorry for heh- defending your honor-”
Words slurring until he was just babbling, cock stirrin’ upwards several times a second. It’s like he was trying to mold your walls to every curve and ridge of his length.
Watching through a greedy, narrowed stare at the way his creamy pre defiled your cunt, quivering. So close. So sinful. “Sorry for fucking you silly, my pretty girl-” The clammy edge of his thumb sticks to your clit, pressing down. Hard. “-and I’m sorry for…”
And he’d timed it just right.
Exactly for the sultry second your cunt was exploding with your high - gushing out in splashes of thick, glittery slick. Flooding down the ladder-like muscles of your boyfriend’s core, his glistening base- and he’s struck with a pang of disappointment at the fact that it wasn’t splashing all over his face.
And you can only watch with strangled breaths, as he’s reaching over a few ravenous fingers to smear over the puddle you were making. Eyes still specked with white, veins electric at the icy nudge of his pierced tip-
Geto brings his drenched fingerpads up to his mouth and sucks, “-sorry for makin’ you squirt, gorgeous.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - HYPE BOY
“Sh-shit-” Choso’s babbling underneath his breath. Pants a little unsteady, half-lidded eyes struggling to even stay open as he makes an utterly creamy mess of your pussy.
His long, pink-tipped cock weeps out ribbon after ribbon of cum deep within your walls - and he’d just put it in. Oh, Choso feels fucking mortified, just a single squeeze of your sweet, syrupy cunt and he’s cumming?
Fuck. Your boyfriend feels the squelching masses splash against his length n’ whimpers, there’s just so much. “M’sorry-”
“Aw, no need to apologize, Cho.” You’re winding your fingers through his clammy brown locks, tugging ever-so-slightly in a way that makes the bulbous edge of his shaft twitch.
Choso’s rosy pink lips quiver, “B-but-” And then he’s planting an experimental thrust- finding his breath caught at the noisy sluuurp your core lets off. Decorated with the most sloppy wads of seed that glue to your outer pussy, “But m’sorry-”
“Baby-”
“S’just-” Something in his gaze was almost panicked- he needed you to understand, to see. How were you not marvelling at the lecherous way your cunt sucked up each ounce of his ivory white cum? How were you not hypnotized exactly like he was? “A pretty pussy like this?”
And the smooth edge of Choso’s thumb digs into the side of your pussylips, stretchin’ you out wiiide open for him. “Like- like this?” Taking the sinful opportunity to press his fingerpad on top of your clit like some cute button. “Oh, m’sorry, baby. She deserves to be f-fucked properly.”
Gasping at the words that were falling from your sweet, loving boyfriend’s mouth. “Cho, s’that really you?”
“No- yes. Fuck.” He’s sputtering out, breathless.
One hand clawing at the base of your treacly cunt, rubbing his doughy fingertips allll down where you were leaking. The other pushin’ back his sweaty bangs, he was just pussydrunk. “I don’t- I don’t even know anymore just- m’sorry, baby. Sorry- fuck, m’sorry. Hold those pretty legs up f’me so I can apologize to nghh- your cute cunt, please?”
“O-oh, fuck.” Choso’s fucking you low and slow, just teasing the curvaceous crown of his shaft against your g-spot. And it’s with such Herculean effort that you’re managing to loop your hands underneath your thighs, pulling upwards. “Like- like this–?”
“Sorry- sorry, my baby. My pretty girl.” He’s panting underneath his breath, capped knees nudging the sides of your hips to further make you squirm. “Some more, please?”
You don’t even feel like you can breathe as you’re obliging his sinful whims, hamstrings scorching with the stretch of holding your legs higher. “Like this?”
“No- some more.”
And this time he isn’t pleading with you - Choso’s taking it.
He’s grabbing matters into his own hands; positioning your thighs underneath his firm deltoids, bullying them all the way down, down, down until your knees strike your tits. Folding you into a- fuck, he had you in a mating press.
One palm placed beside your head, the other smearing your glossy folds open- just for him to purse his lips and spit.
That was how he was apologizing.
“She deserves to be fucked r-right-” Choso rasps out, syllables taking on a guttural edge. His eyes shift between your face n’ your overspilling pussy like he couldn’t decide which pretty pair of lips he was addicted to more. “Sorry- fuck. How m’I gonna fuck her right if I k-keep cumming as soon as I put it in—?”
And he wasn’t just splurging out wads of cum each n’ every time he put it in, Choso’s pretty fawn eyes were glassy with tears.
A singular pearly drop trickling down his cheek at just how good it felt to have your spongy cervix kissin’ his sensitive tip. Again. And again. And again and again-
“I know how you can, mm, make up for it, Cho.” You’re starting off with a whine, shaky arms finding their way around his neck. You were seeing stars, every rugged jackhammer of his cleanly lifting the edge of your ass off of the bedsprings.
“How-” Choso begs, he ruts. Rovering the cum-glazed globe of his cock over n’ over like he’s trying to pound the answer out of you. “Please tell me- tell me, baby. I wanna please you. Wanna fuck you. I can beg–?”
“No need to beg—” Because he already was, that is.
And your mouth quirks up into a lewd smile- taking his stray hand off of the creaky mattress, you’re pressing it down on your tummy. Hard enough that he could feel the thick rovering edge of his cockhead spear your insides somewhere deep within.
Fuck, it’s like he could make out the outline of his cock. Staggering, Choso’s widened pupils follow each pathway of your tummy bulge, mouth falling into a cute ‘oh.’
“I want it, Cho–” Harder. Deeper. Your ankles lock around the back of his neck and he thinks he’s seeing heaven. You pat the area of your stomach above your womb, precisely where his rounded tip was striking. “Riiight here, m’kay?”
“Th-then I won’t miss.” Choso gasps, like a prayer. So cute n’ blushing as he’s nodding once in determination, “I’ll…”
He’s trailing off at the mere idea - but that doesn’t stop Choso Kamo.
Oh, right now he doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to. His hips were out of control, drilling into you like he’s crazed - quick, stinging half-thrusts that make him feel feral every time he’s bashing your poor insides.
“Gonna breed you then- baby- oh.” Taking ages to finish an entire fucking thought, Choso could barely even think with the way your pussy was gushing around his length.
The fatness of his crown mazes past your g-spot, making sure to just rub his puffy veins against that bundle of nerves. “Like you deserve- like she deserves.” The curved, weepy end of his shaft pries apart your walls until he finds the door to your womb. “Gonna breed this pretty pussy the b-best it’s ever- nghhh.”
Until Choso’s knock-knock-knocking his rock-hard tip against that tender spot. He stares dead-on into your eyes as you feel the polished girth of his cock push in a few stray wads of cum.
Oh, his mouth was already salivating—“And I hah- won’t apologize for it this time, baby.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “S’not me, ma…”
And the deadpan glare you’re shooting at the King of Curses would’ve been more impactful if you weren’t completely and utterly fucked.
Batting your teary lashes, the first response out of your mouth is a shrill whine—“A-as if.”
Eardrums popping with the pressure of having two thick, throbbing cocks shoved into you. Sukuna’s swervin’ his hips up to reach a particular spot deep inside that has you seeing white, nearly enough that you’re missing his dark chuckle.
“S’really not my fault- come onnnn, mama.” He’s rolling his crimson eyes, two palms idly grabbing your ass to help you bounce up n’ down his ravaging lengths. “Ask him to apologize, not me.”
Him - Sukuna’s smug, smirking second mouth. Monstrously big and slashed across his glissading abs, it’s almost as if it has a mind of its own once a prolonged tongue comes out to slather your inner thighs with his tastebuds.
Again n’ again for the nth time tonight.
And that was exactly what got the fearsome king in trouble - letting his mean mouth have too much free reign. You were thoroughly overstimulated and had no fear bringing him to his knees.
The slimy end of its muscle tickles down your slit, “See- fuck, honestly how could you blame him?” Sukuna scoffs, slouching behind the ancient headboard to give his cursed mouth more space. “With such a pretty pussy all on hah- display. D’you enjoy driving me fuck- insane, woman?”
“B-but m’so sensitive.” You’re mewling, head throwing back the very second he’s starting to slurp up every wad of slick spraying out of you. Right down his throat.
A hand comes spanking down on the globes of your ass cheeks, Sukuna raising a pink brow. “Mmm, my dessert’s sweet and sensitive, heh?”
Huffing n’ puffing, you’re torturously circlin’ your hips in lecherous figure-eights. Watching in awe as his second mouth completely salivates at the feeling of stirring around your hot insides. And Sukuna won’t let you fucking stop- no matter how many times you’re keening at the drag of his sloppy tongue between your silvery slit, no matter how many times you twitch.
“Shit-” Your throat wrecks with a tiny sob, sensing his tongue swirl around your throbbing clit. Every glide of your cunt down his vein-covered cock only brought you closer to his mouth.
And your hips thrash back and forth on top of his own like you didn’t know whether you carnally wanted more or to simply run away. “Oh my god-”
“Ah ah- where are we goin’, huh?” Sukuna grins, holding you back down with a good handful gripped onto your ass.
He hums as he notices the way his second mouth was practically glued to the folds of your cunt. Squelching away with every long, lavishing kiss up against your clit, “Oh? Greedy thing. Guess we hafta heh- take care of that.”
Oh, but Sukuna’s way of ‘taking care’ of things was to arch your sweaty back and drill his rock-hard cocks into you like he was crazed.
Pump after pump; he’s lodging his dual tips back against the bottom of your pussy and snickering as you squeal. Hips lurching off of the luxurious bed to thoroughly fill up your every nook and cranny, “See? Aren’t I such a haaah- good lover, human? Look at me takin’ care of you.”
“Oh b-but–” You’re managing to gurgle out through your moans, nails clawing for purchase on his bulging pecs. “-you’re only making it worse.”
He grins, “Haaaah? S’not me. Don’t talk outta ya pussy, spoiled brat.”
He knew what he was doing - knew the way that manhandling you nearly into midair to ride his twin cocks only made that mouth of his more ravenous.
Chasing after your hot, puffy core, the muscle of his tongue stretches out looong and wide to lick between your pussylips. That curled tendril of its tip aiming to reach for your tight hole inside-
“Up, up, up- Harder, mama.” Sukuna’s beady eyes dart down, feeling the warmth of your syrupy slick seep down to his own tattooed thighs. Honestly, he always did love making such a mess of you. “Unless you want him to- oh, too late.”
His cursed tongue was already tuggin’ on your elastic entrance. Chuckling as he’s feeling the way your shaky pussy cleeeenches, “Oh my god- ngh- don’t know if I can take a-all three, Kuna?”
“Awww, too bad.” Mockingly plastering a pout upon his stern lips, “If I had a third mouth I could hah- eat you out while I fuck you with both my tongue and my cocks.”
And it sounded nearly too filthy for your ears.
The only response you’re letting off being the drenched sluuurp as he’s trying to fit his cursed tongue between your pussylips. Pushin’ and pushin’ - you swear you hear his monstrous mouth grumble at the snug resistance.
The honed tip just finding its way inside, curlin’ deeply against the goopy roof of your pussy. “Squelching and squelching- heh, so chatty. You sure she’s not your second mou-”
“Sukuna–” You’re grumbling, completely stupid on the way he was ruining you. A fat wad of pre splatters out somewhere near your cervix and you find yourself drunkenly hiccuping. “O-one more word out of this mouth-” Tapping the pursed, plump mouth on his unfairly handsome face, “-n’ m’not riding you for a month.”
And no cursed energy might have brought down Ryomen Sukuna, no battle may have struck fear into his devilish heart.
But you could.
And you did.
This makes him hitch his feverish breath, this makes him buck his dual cocks wildly with a hiss. Two bruises formulating at the back of your cunt, Sukuna’s mean mouth slipping between your folds to give your clit an apologetic lil’ peck.
His rough baritone damn near breaks as he whispers, pulling into a steady cadence of strikes to your exact g-spot. “S-sorry, my wife…”
♡ INO TAKUMA - Beggin’ you!
A whine lets off the very second that Ino’s dragging his thick, pinkish tip between your leaky pussylips. “Won’t you believe me, sweetness?”
Letting off noisy slurps as he’s sliding his bulging cockhead vertically up n’down- “Please?” Up n’ down, up n’ down. “Please?”
And you can only moan as he’s craning his head over with cutely furrowed brows, angling those slender hips oh-so-precisely to graze against your sweetest spots as your boyfriend sinks in. Inch by solid, throbbing inch.
“My pretty?” Ino babbles through his wobbly lips, heady eyelids fluttering with each quiver of your insides. Each impatient rut of his hips. Each smack of skin-on-skin that makes him hiss. “My wiiife–?”
Fuck- the two of you weren’t even engaged, yet. And Ino was just too drunk on the feeling of your sickly sweet pussy, mouth watering every time his cockhead slipped across your textured walls.
You’re scoffing, arms finding their way around his neck, “You’re just s-hah! saying that because you got jealous today, Taku–”
“I wasn’t jealous-”
“Takuma.”
And that makes him crinkle his nose, remembering that lil’ incident just a few hours ago when he’d picked you up from work. But in his defense, that new coworker of yours was getting way too close to you, and looking at you way too similarly to how he looked at you.
So you really couldn’t blame Ino for being a little…hostile towards the other man.
For uncharacteristically holding onto your pretty neck and usin’ the pressure to drag your body down to meet his hips. Rough. The stinging sensation makes him damn near growl out- “M’not jealous.” Almost as if to prove his point, he’s digging the neat semi-crescents of his nails against your skin, vulgar strokes coming down hard. “I-I’m really not…but...”
Amused, you’re raising a brow for him to continue.
One that he’s slowly n’ yet surely fucking away from the cute expressions on your face. Letting the slobbery edge of his tip slap the roof of your cunt in punishment. “-but if it means I get to ngh- fuck this pretty pussy silly in apology, then…”
“So you reeeeally weren’t jealous?”
Checking the hold on your throat to make sure he’d scraped in the indents of his nailmarks, “Not at all.” And then Ino lurches his gaped mouth forwards to bite straight into the crook of your neck, leaving teethmarks for days. Just in case. “Not at a-all.”
Leaving you to only gasp and whine like his favorite song every time the spheroid of his cock was bludgeoning against your cervix now. Probin’ in deep until you swear you could feel him bruise your poor innards, “Definitely not jealous.” The thick edges his fingers start to thumb between your sappy slit, “Definitely-”
And it wasn’t just any pattern he was drawin’ out on your treacly cunt. Ino tugs apart your saturated folds to press down on your clit and motion out a long ‘T-A-K-U’.
“-n-not jealous, pretty.”
Oh, but he was pounding you into the mattress like anything but.
All the way until your cheap bedsprings were squeaking constantly, until your taste buds tingled with the sensation of him rummaging your insides. Your voice croaks out hoarsely, “A-and you have hah- nothing to say about the way you scared off the new intern-”
“Tch, no.” Your sweet, gentle boyfriend has the audacity to roll his fawny eyes at the mere thought of him. It was honestly cute how protective he could be, smashing the honed target of your g-spot like he was trying to make you forget the other man.
The hand glued to your neck manhandles you upright enough to crash your lips into his. Ino gnaws down on your cute lower lip like bubblegum as you’re murmuring, “And if I tell you not to do it again-”
“Maybe.”
“And if I put a sex ban-”
“No, wait-”
And oh- oh, you knew that those very words would drive Ino wild.
You just didn’t think that it would make him snap - with whatever’s left of his poor sanity. With his hazy mahogany eyes widened, mouth downturned in slight panic- “No. No no no no no- fuck.” He pins you down with the tensed core of his body, as if you were about to run away any second now.
Already feeling pussydrunk tears welling up behind his lids- “Come back.” Pinning your restless hips with the muscles of his abs, “Wait- wait m’completely in the wrong-” Uttering a gasp, Ino slaps his doughy fingertips down on your clit. “It’s me- Hah, I got jealous, sweetness. Y-you don’t need to do something like th-that…”
And you don’t know whether that leaden ball stuck in your throat is a bunch of giggles or whines.
“S’that sooo–?” Because Ino was spearheading his upright cock like he was frenzied, over n’ over n’ over until your eyes sprinted all the way to the back of your head. You just wanted to tease him- “So you’re sorry, baby?”
“Sorry- s-sooo sorry, pretty, mhm.” A slick line of drool trails down the side of his lips and Ino finds himself jolting as you kiss it away. “Was totally wrong, completely wrong hah-”
He’d never looked more ruined- long lashes fluttering hazily, mouth babbling away, cheeks flushed innocently. But the way that he was pressing his thighs against yours, pushing them up into such a mean mating press was anything but innocent.
“W-well, maybe not completely wrong, Taku–” You’re starting off, and the fat, bulbous crown of his shaft jolts at the mere sound of your voice. “I should tell him to back off-”
“Completely wrong.” He cuts you off, entire toned body still wracking with the aftermath of your little threat. Of the way your warm cunt was sheathing him so lecherously that he could barely even think, barely even breathe. “I’m completely- completely, oh-”
Barely do anything but swallow the whimper that cracks at the back of his throat as he opens your jittery legs up wiiide enough that you’re hissing at the stretch.
Plump, pursed lips spitting straight down your slit. Ino wastes no time drawing out his familiar little pattern all over you glossy, oversaturated cunt, branding his name to your puffy core - T-A-K-U-M-A.
There’s something feral in his eyes, his hitched tone- “So let me make you squirt to make up for it, pretty~”
♡ GOJO SATORU - PLEASE ME!
“I s-said m’sorry-”
“Satoru, I never told you to-”
“Oh, you want me to apologize again, sweetheart?” Gojo’s cutting you off with a hoarse chuckle, a hooked finger pressing against the blindfold dangling stupidly ‘round your neck. He’s using all his brute force to draaaag your limp, shaking body backwards into his. His rough tone lilts, “Oh noooo— Guess I hafta listen to the wifey, then~”
It’s been like this ever since he’d come back from that damn special-grade mission.
Powers overworked, body trembling, limitless shattered where he’d let himself get hit by a sex technique of all things. And you’d lectured him on his recklessness, of course, but you never thought it would end up like this.
With you on all fours across the sprawling bed, your husband towers his chiselled body from behind- leaning over to spit a wad of saliva that sticks to your glossy lips.
“F-first, m’apologizin’ to you for bein’ so careless today.” And then he’s barely hesitating, barely even thinking before planting a firm kiss to your gaped maw. Humming at the sweet, sweet taste of you, “And then, m’apologizing to her—”
Gojo slouches back sexily, taking a right second to admire the vision of your glistening wet pussy before he adds to the mess. Spitting onto your cunt, “H-heh, and then…”
And then comes the real apology - the stinging crash of his hips striking yours, sloppily.
Thump-thump-thump- his fat, ridged shaft pokes n’ pokes all the way near your cervix, makin’ each knotted-up ribbon of cum inside splash around. And you can feel each veiny inch of him making your toes curl, every lick of his mushroomy tip bashin’ rhythmically against your womb.
You’re whimpering out the cutest strangled whines- “Sh-shit- oh my godddd- ngh, Toru, what did I tell you-”
“Shhh sh sh—” Gojo’s hushing your strained voice, and just a single glance over your shoulder gifts you the most lecherous sight.
The strongest; with his cloudy brows knitted, sweat gleaming down his temples, mouth falling agape with every suckin’ squelch of your pussy.
He’s fucking run ragged every time he’s stirring up your insides- and he can’t stop. Babbling away, “I told you I’ll apologize-” The breathy pants of his pleas strike the back of your neck and make you shiver. Make you clench.
It makes Gojo slap his v-line up against the globes of your ass with a moooan, “No need to- hah- go easy on me.” There’s something feral about the way his hazed sapphire eyes snap open at the mere notion, almost in panic. “Please don’t go easy on me- s’my fault- hah- I’ll apologize. I’ll apologize-”
You’re wailing, hands fisting into the dampened sheets of your bed. “B-but I already told you you don’t hck! need to apologize for getting hit by a-”
“But I want to.” One of Gojo’s hands cling onto the side of your waist, guiding you easily backwards. The other squeezing on his blindfold, squeezing your airflow. Manhandling you. “You deserve it.”
The roaming edge of his thumb sticks against your swollen folds, pullin’ them just enough to the side so that he can slither his digits down to your clit and press-press-preeess.
“She deserves it…” And his tone makes you shiver. “-for all m’gonna heh- do to her.”
He wants to be the one crawling to you, begging, pleasing.
Every relentless pap! of your husband’s hips makes the pale skin of his pelvis redden, makes his entire body sheath with flickers of blue lightning. He’s pumping his ravaged, aching cock into you like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
Not that he ever would.
“N-never–?” You’re echoing out through unsteady breaths.
Only for Gojo to tilt his head juuust to the side with a grin, barely even ripping his gaze away from the filthy way your tight hole was swallowing his cock. Over and over. “O-oh- did I say that out loud?”
Fuck, your peripherals widen, you weren’t making it out of this alive.
And Gojo wasn’t sure whether it was that damn technique or simply you that had his mind feelin’ all melted like this.
Like he could barely even keep his eyelids open with every tender graze of his shaft. The throbbing veins of Gojo’s cock slide down your soft g-spot and make you jolt, “H-how many times are you going to- ngh- apologize, Satoru-”
“I’ll apologize over and over-” He’s departing through a heated gasp, knobbly thumb ringing out a loud squeeelch as he’s drawin’ cute hearts on your clit. “Won’t stop- can’t.” As he’s letting his cursed energy flare on the fringes of his digits, sending sparks running between your legs. “Again and again.”
Every syllable strikes your core - and your bruised g-spot. Thumping the round, thickened crown of Gojo’s cock in a solid bruise against your favorite areas. Repeatedly. “Forever and-” His voice cracks. “-e-ever if it means I get to fuck this cuuuute lil’ cunt of yours like this. Don’t you know you’re always right, my wife?”
“Sa-t—ngh, Toru–!” Your eyes flutter as you’re pounding your body back in an effort to match his mean pace, “Fuck- fuck, your powers-”
“Yeah- always right.” Like a mantra he couldn’t pause, like the power he couldn’t help but buzz through your puffy core. He was just in awe- “Always right. Always mine.”
And there’s something in his Six Eyes that makes him notice it first- the tiny lil’ explosions of pleasure sprinting down your spine. It makes Gojo count underneath his breath–‘three’ Giving your clit a good pinch, ‘two.’
Spearing the slimy tip of his cock straight into your g-spot n’ holding it there for your body to tremble at the shockwaves. Then a final, victorious ‘one’ as you crash into your high.
“I-I’m cumming–” Though, it sounds more like a question, like your orgasm was the one to crash into you. You can’t do anything but shut your eyes at way your mind was just spinning, “Shit- sh-shit, m’really, ngh-”
Letting your husband powerfully scrape every hidden inside of your walls, he’s fucking you through your high like he’s molding himself into you.
And at this point you’re just drooling with every spank of his hips- something that Gojo notices with a grunt. Leaning over so his textured tastebuds lap greedily at the specks of spittle leaking down the sides of your pretty lips. “Mmm, see- does this show that I’m sorry en-”
Only for him to be cut off by your own mouth, tackling him into a sweet, sweet kiss.
A single peck.
Barely a graze.
And that was all it’s taking for the big, bad Gojo Satoru - the one begging at the feet of his wife for forgiveness - to cum. To slather your dewy insides with a generous coating of his ivory cum whilst he chases your lips with a heavy groan—“Oh, oh fuck. Better- fuuuuck- better take it all, every single drop. S’my apology to you, my wife, so you better take it alllll.”
“Taking oh–” You couldn’t even speak with the way you felt full all the way up to your lungs. Every sloppy stripe of sap gushin’ out of your entrance until Gojo’s cock manages to pump it back in.
Slap after slap of frictious skin.
And he wasn’t just overstuffing you - he was rummaging your insides. Gasping, shuddering, twitching from the glazed crown of cockhead. The sensitive base of his length paints with a circle of white as you whimper, “Ngh- so full. Feel so full, Toru.”
“Full?”
And that’s when you’re noticing it. When that rational part of your brain unfogs with the last few tingles of your orgasm, just enough for you to realize-
He was still so, so hard.
Leaning in with such a sleazy grin—“D’you want me to apologize for that too, my wife?”
pairing: fratjo x reader
synopsis: you confess your feelings to the annoying (but cute) fratguy you've been tutoring...
cw: angst, cussing, mentions of drinking and partying, unrequited love, jealousy, pining
wc: 2.7k
art creds: @/syllysmot on twitter
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Satoru was stupid. The biggest idiot there ever was.
And I don’t mean academically—although god knows that wasn’t exactly one of his strong suits either.
No, it was more than that. Satoru was an imbecile when it came to his feelings and emotions. Hence why he sometimes relied on other people for help. So far that doesn’t exactly sound like a bad thing, right?
Wrong. It is a bad thing when the people in question are just as—if not, worse than him.
Around six weeks ago, you had gathered your courage and finally told him you’d been crushing on him for the past few months. This decision was not easy for you.
Afterall, the two of you had a sort of bickering dynamic. You claimed he annoyed you to death, and he affectionately bullied you. You weren’t sure when exactly you’d developed your feelings for him, or how, but you soon realized there was no use denying them. You were in love with Satoru Gojo.
And a small part of you simply knew he felt the same. Sure, he was in a frat and liked to party, drink and hookup. But ever since meeting you, he hadn’t been with anyone, he was seen less at parties, and he even stopped drinking so regularly. That had to mean something, right?
Well as it turns out, it didn’t. Or at the very least, it didn’t mean what you had hoped it did.
You didn’t know what it meant— maybe he was just playing the long game with you to win a bet, maybe he just felt like exercising chastity for a couple months, or maybe there was no explanation at all.
Whatever it was, you didn’t want to know anymore.
He’d rejected you. Cold, dry, indifferent. As if you were just one of the other couple hundred girls who wanted him. As if you weren’t special to him. As if all those months you spent getting closer didn’t mean anything to him.
You blamed yourself for it. Of course he didn’t feel the same. Why would he? He’d been with more girls than you could ever know. (You’re pretty sure he didn’t know either, for the record.)
But it still hurt to know that the renowned manwhore on campus didn’t even want to pity fuck you.
So you let yourself cry and be depressed for a week. Just a week. Because after that, you promised yourself you’d move on and forget the asshole.
Six weeks later, and you’re doing better. Sure you still see him in the hallways or in the coffee shop close to your campus, but you don’t feel the same nauseating sickness churning in your stomach at the mere sight of him anymore. You could happily confirm that he was old news.
Your friends—always eager to help—had even set you up on a blind date with someone to help you move on, and it was going great. He was kind and patient, not arrogant and loud. He was respectful and understanding, not pushy and self-centered. He didn’t give you mixed signals. And most importantly, he didn’t make you cry yourself to sleep.
And yet you couldn’t stop the little voice in your head wondering if Satoru had seen you with him. If maybe the sight of you with someone else troubled him. And you were almost mad at yourself for wishing he cared enough to be jealous. Because he had made it very clear that he didn’t care.
But the truth of the matter was that he didn't know how he felt. He had played the conversation in his head at least a hundred times over, to the point where he’d eventually come to notice every detail. The way you had clenched your trembling hands together, the fact you’d put more effort than usual in your appearance, the soft tone of your voice as the words “I like you” left your lips. Evidently, his mind was set on torturing him.
And despite all this—this agonizing recounting of events—he still didn’t understand his feelings any better than the day he rejected you.
If there was one thing he did know however, it was that he never should’ve asked his frat brothers for advice when he suspected you might be into him.
“Ain’t no way you’re gonna say yes.” Sukuna laughed, arms draped across the back of the couch, legs spread wide. “I know game is game, but her? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Satoru stayed propped up against the doorway to the living room with his arms crossed as he stared at his friend. His expression was pulled into a light frown. “Why? She’s not that bad.” he retorted, his voice quiet, as if a little embarrassed.
“She’s not that bad but she’s not hot shit either.” Sukuna raises an eyebrow, as if this was obvious. “You literally get the hottest chicks out of all of us and you’re considering her?”
“It’s Satoru—Mr. Worldwide, remember? He’ll sleep with anything that has a pulse.” Suguru chuckles softly.
“Shut the fuck up before I pull that stupid ass sidebang from your scalp.” The blue eyed man instantly spits out as he glares at Suguru.
The latter raises his hands in mock surrender, a smirk gracing his lips.
Satoru runs a hand down his face and groans. “I don’t know why I thought asking you both would help.”
Sukuna only laughs at his friend’s frustration before settling down. “Seriously though, I wouldn’t do it. You don’t even like her anyway.”
“And how would you know?”
“Because if you did, you would’ve fucked her already.” he shrugs, ignoring the anger brewing behind his friend’s eyes. “Besides, you’re literally just talking to her ‘cause she tutors you, right?”
Before the white haired man can answer, Suguru interjects.
“I wouldn’t reject her,” he says.
Satoru’s eyes immediately fly to his black haired friend, subtle hope blooming in his chest without knowing why.
“Because if you do reject her, she won’t tutor you. And we both know you can’t afford that.” he laughs.
The tall man rolls his eyes and separates himself from the doorway to walk away. “Fuck you both.”
And although he’d left that conversation mad at his friends, he couldn’t get their words out of his head. I mean it was true… right? He only hung out with you for tutoring. And if he wanted you, he already would’ve crossed that line with you. But he didn’t, so that had to mean he wasn’t interested.
As he suspected, you’d confessed your feelings to him later that same week.
“I like you,” you mumbled under your breath, heart hammering in your chest, your eyes trained on the ground beneath you. You couldn’t bear to look at him.
An awkward silence passes by before he scratches at the short hairs on his nape, a heavy sigh escaping him. “... I don’t feel the same, sorry.”
At that moment, everything went quiet. You couldn’t hear the chatter of people while they walked to their classes, the whisper of the wind rustling through tree branches, or the sound of the water fountain spraying.
You kept your eyes on the ground, hands fisting against your bag straps. “Oh,” you let out, quietly.
He cleared his throat. “Anyway… my class started five minutes ago. I should probably go.” and without saying goodbye or waiting for a response, he turned on his heels and walked away, leaving you standing in the middle of the front yard of your college like an idiot.
You did the same, quietly walking away, your body moving on autopilot. And you were thankful for that. Because if someone had seen the both of you—which they definitely did considering how eye catching he was—they probably thought you two were just talking about the weather or something.
Thankfully you’d finished all your classes for that day so you allowed yourself to mope around in your room for the rest of your evening.
Satoru almost winced as he recounted the events for the millionth time this week.
What was wrong with him? Why had he been so dismissive? Why did he try so hard to give off as unbothered and unreachable an air as possible? Why did he act like you were so far beneath him when that was so far from the truth?
You were the smartest person he’d ever met. But not in the annoying, matter-of-factly way he claimed you were when the two of you bickered. You had the brightest mind and sharpest tongue, always humbling him when he was too arrogant, always retorting a witty response right back at him, always holding him accountable for his idiocies. Always putting up with his bullshit.
He missed talking to you. He missed having someone he could piss off so easily, and who could keep up with his banter so well. He missed seeing the anger flash in your eyes for a split second right before you threw his words right back at him. That same frustration behind your gaze flaring so fast he could almost miss it, but he never did.
Because he never kept his eyes off you when you were near. How could he? You were the most captivating thing he’d ever seen. He was sure you’d thrown a spell on him right after meeting for the first time. But no, believing that would be a complete disservice to your wit and beauty. And they deserved their own merit. This wasn’t the work of some crystals, or written manifestations—it was just you.
Those girls Sukuna claimed to be so much better than you could spend their entire lives trying to reach your level, and they still wouldn’t hold a candle to you. Satoru was sure of it now.
But ‘now’ was far too late.
Of course it was too late. Tardiness was one of the only things he was good at.
Late to class, late in handing in assignments, late to his own parties. And worst of all—late in understanding his own feelings.
Satoru now also knew for sure that he was the biggest idiot ever.
And yet that didn’t stop him.
After realizing he was mistaken in listening to his friends instead of himself, he was determined to fix things with you. To change himself for you.
He’d planned it all out. He’d stalk find you after your last class of the day, surprise you with the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers, and apologize profusely all while telling you he actually felt the same.
He’d worked on every step of his plan (more than he ever worked on any assignment), and was now at the last phase: putting the plan into action.
So there he stood, down the hallway from your lecture hall’s door. Patiently waiting for you to round the corner so he could surprise you with the flowers, and a bag of your favorite snack. People who passed the hallway looked at him with raised eyebrows and wide eyes while whispering, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered to him anymore except you.
At the sound of the door opening, and chatter filling the hallway, he turned his head over his shoulder and saw people slowly leaving the lecture hall. He immediately threw his head back and stared at his shoes. His grip on the bouquet tightened as he went over every word he wanted to say to you.
There was so much he wanted to say: how stupid and undeserving he was, how beautiful you were to him, how he literally couldn’t go another day without speaking to you. But he had to stay focused and stick to his plan to make sure he wouldn’t turn into a bumbling buffoon.
That’s when he heard your voice down the hallway, the sound immediately soothing him. God how he missed it, how he missed hearing his name slipping past your lips in that annoyed tone.
He took a deep breath and braced himself. This is it, he thought.
He turned the corner himself—a last minute decision because he couldn’t bear not seeing your face for a second longer—and his eyes searched for you. But the moment they found you, he felt his body go cold.
There you were, as perfect as ever, laughing with your books in hand.
But that wasn’t the issue. No, the problem was the guy next to you, the reason you were laughing. He laughed along with you, while pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Decently tall, nice build, dressed comfortably but well, one backpack strap on his firm shoulder.
This was the first time ever that Satoru found himself over-analyzing another man out of envy. He never felt insecure. He was 6’3, worked out, had pretty blue eyes, soft hair, and was rich. Why would he be insecure?
In spite of himself, he couldn’t stop the onslaught of deprecating thoughts running through his mind.
So he stood there like an idiot—the same way he’d left you after rejecting you so coldly—the bouquet of flowers slowly slipping from his hand as he loosened his grasp on it, shoulders dropping.
He stared as the guy slid a hand around your own and pulled you in for a forehead kiss. You looked so beautiful with your gentle smile and closed eyes as you accepted the affection. And he couldn’t stop picturing how you’d look if he’d been the one to kiss you. But he wasn’t the one kissing you, and he hated how happy and serene you looked in someone else’s arms—as beautiful as you were.
When the two of you pull away from one another, he watches the way your eyes quickly sweep over the hallway, and the way they grow wide once they land on him. His own eyebrows raise, as if he’d been caught stealing something.
His grip on the flowers tightens once more, and he slowly moves his arm halfway behind his back. As if he didn’t want you seeing the flowers out of embarrassment.
You stay frozen in place, staring at him across the room. Sure you had seen him in passing these past weeks, but from a distance. Now, seeing him so close, you wondered if you truly ever were over him. Your mind raced.
What was he doing here? He didn’t have any classes in this block, neither did any of his friends. Why was he holding flowers and snacks? Who were they for? Were they for you? No, that couldn’t be. He didn’t care about you. He probably didn’t even remember your name. But those were your favorite flowers, and your favorite snack. Could it be that—
“Are you okay?” you hear a soft voice speak.
You tear your eyes off of him before looking back at the source of the sound and smiling. ”Yeah… I’m good.” you clear your throat. “Let’s go eat, I’m starving.” You force a smile, and he tightens his hold on your hand before tugging you forward.
Satoru feels his heart drop to his stomach as you walk away, your figure disappearing among the crowd. He slowly looks down at the pretty bouquet he was holding, and it felt like it was staring back at him with condescension. He’s pretty sure that if it could speak, it’d say “I told you so”.
Was this how you felt when he rejected you? Humiliated, stupid, worthless? It fucking sucked.
His regret and self-hatred only grew at the thought of you going through the same thing. And the image of you crying because of him popped up in his head. It almost made him want to puke out his insides.
He truly was the worst, wasn’t he?
Maybe this was for the better. You looked happy with that guy. He deserved you more than Satoru ever would.
But it still hurt.
With a shattered heart, Satoru slowly turned around and walked away, leaving the bouquet on a bench somewhere or something—he couldn’t even remember.
He’d arrived back at the frat house, showered, changed and gone to bed. Although he didn’t know how or when exactly. Because for the past minutes—or hours? he wasn’t sure—he only had one thing on his mind.
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꒰ 𓈒 ׁ ︎ ︎ ✿ GOOD @ GOODBYES ! ㅅ `͈ 𓏼 )ა
first kiss 𝑤. ͏͏ sukuna ac. su2kuna ಎ
⎯⎯ ✉️ awky ⨍ reader 2.2k
the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.
he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.
and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.
simple. intimate. perfect for you.
a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.
and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.
because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.
which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.
“oi.”
you froze with your hand on your purse, about to reach for your keys, head snapping up at his voice as he made his way toward you, his hands buried deep in his pockets.
you turned your head slowly, eyes trailing up his tall frame, though looking at him only made things worse; his pink, coral strands faintly glowing under the streetlight, tan skin catching the light, black markings accentuating the sharpness of his features.
yeah. you didn’t stand a chance.
“. . . what?”
he scoffed. “what?” he mimicked under his breath, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp and fixed on you. “you forgetting something?”
your brain only buffered, eyes darting between his face and everything else: left, right, anywhere but him. “no..?” — humming under your breath as you dug through your purse.
lip gloss.
receipt.
wires.
a sonny angel, for some reason . . ?
everything but your keys.
normally, you weren’t this awkward. you just weren’t used to this. dates with people you actually found attractive. emotionally. intellectually. physically. romantically. sexually—
“you regret comin’ out with me?”
oh . . .
for a second you almost forgot he was there. well not really. sure, you tuned him out but you could definitely feel him. you could never really ignore ryomen sukuna; the sound of his breathing, the shift of his weight, his presence pressing against your senses, it was all there.
“what?” you blurted, finally looking at him in the eye.
sukuna leaned against the wall beside your door, pink hair shifting against his forehead, his expression unreadable, save for the faint amusement in his eyes.
“you heard me.”
your brows knitted together, mouth opening, then closing, before finally speaking: “no…”, your voice coming out a soft whisper.
his slitted eyebrow only cocked up at you, a faint laugh escaping his throat. “no?” the single word rolled off his tongue slowly, thick with amusement as he watched you, heat crawling higher up your neck under his stare, your movements growing clumsier the longer he looked at you.
“you’ve been diggin’ through that bag for, what, five minutes now. plus you nearly jumped outta a moving vehicle.” he continued lazily, pushing himself off the wall beside your door. “it makes a man wonder.”
“i’m not doing anything,” you said, quieter now, finally meeting his eyes for half a second before looking away again. “you’re the one who keeps staring me down.”
“mm,” he hummed, “so, lookin’ at you’s the issue.” his eyes flickering over your face once more, slow and unhurried. “that right?”
well, yes, that was part of the problem. but it wasn’t thee problem. because the actual problem was much worse. the actual problem was that you liked sukuna. like. like-liked. and he liked you too.
“well, no! i just—” what an insufferable man. “i really liked going out with you,” voice going a mile a minute before taking a deep breath, lacing your fingers together in front of you, fidgeting under his gaze. “i loved it.. actually.. i’m not trying to run from you or anything.”
“just nervous.”
“nervous?” he repeats after you, the word foreign on his tongue, “that’s what we’re callin’ it? you’re just embarrassed ‘cause you’ve got it bad for your boyfriend.”
your heart nearly jumps out of your chest, heat flooding your face all at once. “what?! no! don’t put words in my mouth.” you blurt, your hand flying up to shove his chest with a dull thud.
sukuna only lets out a low laugh before his hand comes up quickly to close around your wrist mid motion; his grip gentle but firm, holding you there as his other hand stays buried in his pocket. barely trying.
“so… you gonna say bye properly now?”
you gulp, your hand relaxing in his soft grip. “well… how do you want me to say bye?”
sukuna doesn’t answer, instead, he gently lowers your hand between you, scarlet eyes locking onto your softer, pliant eyes.
“your call.”
and the space between you two seems to freeze, soft silence of the night stretching between the two of you. easy on his end, unbearable on yours.
“w—well…” your eyes flick between his for a second before betraying you entirely, dipping down to his lips without meaning to. “i—” you huff. your throat feels dry, yet it feels unreasonable. sukuna wouldn’t judge you, you hope.
“i wanna kiss you… goodbye...”
“platonically,” you added after a moment.
. . .
his brows lifted slowly.
“you wanna kiss me. platonically?”
“um.” your voice came out smaller than intended. “yes.”
“yeah? and i’m sure those pretty little eyes of yours are lookin’ at me real platonically too.”
“that too.”
silence.
then sukuna hummed low in his throat, all amusement, already taking a step back.
“ah. got it.” he turned slightly, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. “well, in that case— have a nice night.”
your eyes widened immediately. “wait—”
he kept walking.
not far. just enough to be annoying.
“sukunaaa,” you whined, hurrying after him before your fingers caught around his forearm, dragging him back to your doorstep. “not like that.”
a soft huff escapes him, his mouth quirking upwards, canines softly refracting the dim light — not quite a smile, but rather satisfaction. “hm?” he glanced down at your hand on his arm. “so now it’s not like that?”
your grip tightens for a second before you realize it and quickly loosen your hand, heat rushing straight to your face. “i—no, i mean—just—don’t pretend you don’t know what i mean…”
his gaze flicks over your face for a second, slow and unreadable, before he scoffs “you’re the one makin’ it complicated.”
“shut up,” you mutter instantly, but there’s no real bite to it, just embarrassment as you finally tug him a little closer.
his hand comes up, settling near your jaw, thumb resting against your warm cheek. your fingers catch lightly at the front of his shirt as you rise onto your toes.
before you could overthink, your lips meet his.
it’s quick. chaste. shy even.
his eyes flutter shut a moment after, his free hand coming out of his pocket to steady you by the waist, warm and heavy, yet restrained, seeping through your clothes.
he doesn’t kiss you back immediately, letting you mold against him. he tilted his head, lips pressing gently against yours; warm, and embarrassingly sweet.
you pull off his lips slowly, a hesitant look in your eyes, your breath catching lightly as you settle back down flat on your feet, hands still gripping the fabric of his shirt.
your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. did he like it? did he think you were a bad kisser? to be fair, you didn’t kiss many people. or often. but what if—
“hell,” he mutters, like he didn’t expect that, “you even kiss cute. kinda sweet.”
you pant, “what does that even mean?”
his gaze flicks back to your mouth and the slight furrow of your eyebrows.
the way your fingers still cling lightly to his shirt, the shy warmth clinging to your skin, even that stupid little clip tucked into your hair.
a quiet exhale leaves him through his nose, almost a laugh.
he lets out a soft laugh, leaning down slightly to your height. “i’m annoying?”
you only nod, biting down on the plush of your lip before looking away again, suddenly very interested in anything but him.
except before you could give an actual rebuttal, his lips meet yours deeper this time, no longer testing the waters. still gentle, but an unspoken certainty lingering in the way he kissed you. his mouth warm against yours, moving slow and unhurried, giving you all the time in the world to keep up, hell, even backout if you wanted to, the space between you disappearing.
his hand shifts from your waist up to your jaw, cradling your face and simply holding you in place for the moment. his other arm staying firm at your side, keeping you close without pulling too hard, steadying your wobbly steps against him.
you swallow down a gasp before your eyes slip shut, your nose bumping lightly against his, the angle a little awkward, a little clumsy, yet perfectly you.
it only makes him breathe out something softer against your mouth, amused, as if it’s exactly what he expected from you.
the kiss deepens for a few more seconds — slow, and warm — until it didn’t feel like teasing anymore. just a need held taut beneath careful restraint.
then he pulls back just slightly, just enough for air, his thumb still lingering at your cheek, in no rush to let you go.
“okay . . . was that . . a good goodbye?” you murmur, breathless, still a little dazed as you finally force yourself to step back.
he lets out a low “hm” under his breath, his thumb dragging lightly against your cheek. “yeah. it was good.”
“s’pose i can let you go now.” removing his hands from your sides, drawing a small, inward pout from you.
your hands went back to your purse, fingers already digging through it again—until sukuna stopped you.
“here.”
you pause.
and there they were.
your keys, dangling right in front of your face from his fingers with a soft jingle, cute, colorful keychains swinging in the quiet night air. you gasp before snatching them immediately.
“you bastard! you saw me looking for them!”
he lets out a soft huff of laughter, not even trying to defend himself. “you dropped them while you were busy runnin’ from me,” he hums, shifting his weight back against the brick wall beside him, a faint, sly smirk settling in on that stupidly handsome face of his, “when i asked if you forgot somethin’, you said no.”
you scoff before rolling your eyes, “well! i thought you were talking about saying bye?!”
his gaze flicks over you, steady and thoroughly amused. “two things can be true at once.”
you make a small sound of frustration and snatch the keys tighter in your hand, glaring up at him through your lashes anyway.
“…thanks,” you mutter.
“…go on,” he murmurs, voice low. “before i change my mind and keep you right here.”
and you knew he wasn’t joking. that man was about one breath from devouring you right then and there.
you turn quickly, fumbling with the lock, the soft jingle of your keys echoing in the stillness, his presence still radiating from behind you. his gaze dropped briefly to your hands . . .
“you alright?”
“yes.”
“you’ve missed your keyhole three times now.”
“i know!” you shoot back immediately.
the door unlocked with a soft click, warm light spilling out into the hallway.
“ okay . . . ” you hummed.
“okay,” he repeated, looking down at you expectantly, waiting for you to head inside.
but instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.
a low, rough laugh rumbled out of him before his arms circled around you instantly, strong biceps trapping your head against his chest. his scent, a deep, clean mix of cologne, so distinctly him, filling up your senses and making your head feel all dizzy.
despite his rough exterior, sukuna was soft, surprisingly so. maybe it was the steady weight of his chest against your body, or maybe it was the quiet way he held you that made it hard to think. either way.
you liked it.
you pulled away first with a small cough and an awkward straightening of your clothes, cheeks warm enough to burn through metal.
“okay! um— bye, sukuna,” you blurted awkwardly, already backing toward your apartment door.
except your shoulder clipped the doorframe on the way in.
“fuck—”
you fumbled with the handle in a panic before practically stumbling inside. “bye! goodnight!”
and then, you’re gone.
the door shutting a little too hard behind you, a muffled “ow!” coming from behind the door.
outside, sukuna exhales through his nose, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth curled upward.
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