cn: pre-established relationship. marriage. explicit sexual content. oral sex (f receiving). vaginal fingering. p in v. dacryphilia. dirty talk. praise kink. 1.5k words
A/N: After seeing adult Zuko, I couldnāt stop writing this part too for him. Not my best, but eh. Part 1 - here
credit for the fanart: natandraw on twitter
Itās true that Zuko has been neglecting you latelyāunintentionally, he swears. How could he neglect his fire lady? His beloved, whoās always by his side. Maybe thatās why, as the day began to turn into night, Zuko decided heād take the day off. He can't; he just canāt wait until he sees you, feels you. He misses your warmth too much. So when Zuko found you alone in the corridors of the Fire Nation capitalās palace, he made sure you were all his.
āZuko?ā
He came up behind you, leaning his head down until you felt his warm breath on your neck, kissing you as his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
āMy love.ā
You smiled involuntarily as the strands of his long hairāwhich you loved to groom every nightātickled your face.
āSomeoneās eager? Donāt you have work to do?ā
Your body was already burning, burning at the touch of your eager husband, responding to him with the same intensity.
āMhmm. I donāt care. Itās been so long.ā
You turned toward him, though Zuko was faster than you, pulling you toward him and kissing you deeply, his hands holding your head while he leant in to kiss you better.
He left you breathless, unable to react quickly to his fluid movements as his hand entwined with yours, pulling you after him quickly until the door to your room slammed shut, followed by a rough thrust as Zuko pushed you inside, your back pressing against it for support as you dealt with how Zuko began kissing you all over, his hands touching every neglected part of your body. He lifted one of your legs, holding it against his hip until he lifted the other, making you let out a surprised gasp and carrying you with him to the bed.
āZuko, waitāā
Already in the middle of the bed, Zuko had come on top of you, tracing a map with his tongue, with his hot kisses from your lips down to your neck before lifting your blouseātoo tight on the body he cravesāuntil he cupped one breast while sucking on the other over the irritating bra that drove him mad itās in his way.
āYes, my lady?ā
It was hard for you to keep up with his pace, not really used to his feral manner, being usually gentle and slow. Not that you regretted it, just that somehow, because of that, shyness washed over you while your husbandās mind was filled only with how to devour you more and in what way. When you moaned, Zuko continued, assuming your cries of pleasure must be a good signal. He lifted your blouse even higher so he could kiss here too, down to your belly, his hands coming up from the sides of your body, heating you up so much that you barely realised how easily he had begun to undress your lower half.
Zuko groaned when he saw your red panties, the arousal forming a wet, sweet spot, making him hungry. When you instinctively brought your legs together, Zuko placed a hand on them to stop you, and only then did he look at your bashful gaze.
āWhat is it, love?ā He massaged your legs until you got goosebumps, enough to make you spread them on your own. āDidnāt you pick out this lingerie on purpose for me?ā
You did. You canāt say you didnāt. After all, you desired him just as much.
His hand reached out to touch you, his fingers gently playing with your pussy while you covered your face with your hands, already feeling extremely embarrassed. And Zuko had stopped at this, his gaze so innocent it was devastating. To have that little glimpse of his kindness in them, so familiar since you meet him that you can recognize it anywhere.
āMy love? Should I stop? But youāre so wet for meā¦ā
You bit your tongue as Zuko played with your clit, rubbing it as if he owned it, as if he knew how much power he had over your body, which responded only to him. After learning every spot that makes you cry out in pleasure through the initial stages of multiple failed attempts in the beginning of your relationship, Zuko made sure never to disappoint you again. Yet, his wifeās feelings right now were more important. So, when he towered over you, pecking your lips, nuzzling his head to make your hands drop from your flushed face, his gaze was softer. Fuck.
āā¦Donāt. I was justā¦ā
Zuko smiled, kissing you sensually as if to reward you for being here with him before he lowered himself from where he was.
āShy?ā
You need to wipe off that teasing smile on his face, yet when you saw him coming between your legs, kissing you softly closer to your pussy, any threatening thoughts vanished. His worshipping, brown eyes make you tremble, making you moan even more when he kisses your clit before sucking it in his mouth, eating your pussy like it was the first time.
āSo sweet. You taste so sweet for me.ā Sweet? It isn't supposed to be saltyāfuck! You guess the fruits youāve been eating paid it off. Zuko lifted his head, his voice more hoarse. āYouāve always been.ā One of his fingers came to circle around your pussy before he pumped it inside, your walls stretching out fast enough for him to add more before his mouth found your pussy again.
His tongue flicked faster and faster while his fingers started making wet noises in the whole room because of how hard he fucked you with them. Your hands come over his head, tugging his hair as your hips lift, grinding on his face while his name falls from your lips, making him look at your ravished face.
āZukoāP-Please!ā
Zuko moaned against your clit, slipping then his fingers as he slide them between your folds before letting his thumb move in fast circles over your clit.
āTell me what you want, love.ā
Your eyes closed, hands gripping the sheets while you barely could lift your head to watch him. Zukoās heart beat abnormally at what a beautiful, alluring look you gave him.
āPlease, fuck meāPlease, Zuko. I-I want to feel you inside meāNhgh!ā
āF-Fuck.ā
He stops touching you, undressing himself in front of you as you lift yourself on your elbows, sizing him sensually, slowly, until your lustful, seductive gaze catches his. You part your legs more, chasing him as he towers over you, taking both of your hands and putting them above your head.
Zuko looked at you then, losing himself in your gaze, his body moving on its own as yours did the same. Your legs lock around him; the position makes it easier for his tip to test your entrance, causing both of your mouths to open at the feeling while he fills your pussy inch by inch until his dick is still inside to regain his control after your walls are squeezing him. So tight.
You closed your eyes at the same time with him when he claimed your lips while he start moving, low thrust gradually turning deeper until you were out of breath, crying his name.
āMy beautiful lady.ā His hands pressed against yours from above your head for more support as the bed shook; by the way, Zuko pounded into you. He whispered at every thrust. āYour face. Your presence. Your body.ā
āZ-Zukoāā
His hand comes between your legs, to help you cum faster, circling your sensitive clit.
āI adore everything about you.ā
Zuko watched you unravel, knowing how much his words affects you, talking you through it as he watched tears falling from your eyes from the intense pleasure you felt bubbling inside. The deep emotion you showed him make him so aroused that licked the wet spot, making your heart pumping violently by the gesture, pressing a kiss after here, before his mouth found yours, letting you taste yourself, mixed with your salty tears.
His deep, rough thrust didnāt stopped, instead your breath stopped at every inch of him reaching more inside your pussy until all you can feel was him. Zuko groaned when he felt your orgasm shaking all your body, warming his painful hard dick inside as your pussy gripped him tighter. Your hand comes over his back, molding your body against his, to be more close.
āI love you, I love you, I love youāā
Zuko groaned, feeling himself way too close, yet yours legs locked him in place.
āLove, waitāā
You cupped his cheeks, looking with your teary, adoring eyes at him.
āP-PleaseāI want to feel you. All of you, Z-Zuko!ā
His eyes widen by the meaning of your words, feeling himself so warm inside that he understood why his love even cry now, so his body responded on his own. Zukoās head tilted to your head, groaning against your ear as his dick thrust one, two more times before you felt his cum filling your pussy. He push in and out your pussy slowly until he let himself be warmed, staying inside you as his weigh come over you. He kissed your lips, catching your gaze that mirrored him with a single meaning: Love.
(not proofread) making subby satoru cry from how tight you are hehe šš / a/n: hes so down bad look at my lawyer dawg im going to jail š«š¤Æš¤£
"hnnuhh, b-baby, waitā!" then you're sinking down, just an inch further, he's gripping your waist, and instead of trying to thrust into you, he's trying to pull out to no avail. he'd already came twice just from pushing the tip in. you're a succubus. smiling down at him devilishly, hands gripping his shoulders, pushing him past his limits just for your entertainment.
satoru's teeth are gritted, his back arched, thighs clenching and shaking from how good you feel. "hahāhon-honey, light of myāungggh, fuck, p-please." you've barely moved. you're not sure why he's so sensitive really. every other guy you've been with has obviously loved your pussy, but not like how satoru does. he loves it so much he's pulling away from it.
his head tips back, body arching as you slide down just a little more, maybe two inches. he's so hard and overstimulated and needy, so much it hurts. you're evil for this, he thinks. yes, you're beautiful and amazing and everything else perfect. yes, you are an evil witch for how good your pussy is.
"you feel so gooood, satoru, baby," you purr, grinning so hard your teeth might break. he could just cum from you talking. "ngh, please don't say that," he practically pleads, so pathetic and cute and flushed. he doesn't even want to look at you. he's so close to cumming again he can't even bear to see how pretty you must look right now.
soft tits out, body arched forward with your chest almost touching his. "will you look at me?" you ask softly, running your hand over his head and smoothing his snowy tufts of hair back. that's it, that's all it takes and he's shooting another load in you.
you should've expected it honestly. he's so sensitive right now if you had moved your pussy an inch he probably would've shot his load anyway. may as well get it out of the way now. he can barely react, only able to cry out hoarsely, trying to pull out of your impossibly tight cunt.
you don't let him. instead, you slam down on his cock, forcing him to bottom out. the pleasure is numbing now, white hot and so powerful that it takes over. his cum fills you, leaks down his cock as it spills out, just as the other few times hes busted just from a slight move or a touch or a kiss.
"look at me, satoru," you coo, hands sliding into his hair, gently lifting his head. his eyes are squeezed closed, lips quivering. "eyes open." he obeys because its you and you own him. you own his moans, his cock, his mouth, his entire body, his soul. his eyes are glossy, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. christ, he's so pretty.
"your eyes are so pretty, my love," you hum, using your thumbs to wipe the tears from his eyes, "you're so handsome too, mm." he whines, eyebrows pinching together, so pouty and teary-eyed.
"will a kiss make you feel better?"
he can only nod, body arching at just the thought. your lips find his, soft and sweet and glossy, pussy squeezing just a bit around his still-hard cock just a little bit, and he cries out, whimpering against your lips. a little giggle escapes your mouth at how sensitive he is.
"maybe i should suck you off instead, satoru, because i'm not done with you yet."
šš maybe giving your hot best friend boner meds wasnāt very smart . . .
you thought you were doing him a favor.
āiām just saying,ā heād slurred a few nights ago, drunk off three beers and half a shot, head in your lap as he whined about his ātragic dick situation.ā
you were scrolling on your phone, half-listening, idly scratching your nails through his hair like you always did when he gets drunk and clingy. āwhat tragic dick situation?ā you asked, barely looking up.
āi think iām broken, dude.ā
your thumb paused over the screen. āā¦what?ā
āno for real,ā he groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face like he couldnāt bear to speak the words out loud. ācouldnāt even get it up the other night. she was hot, too.ā
you blinked. āmaybe you were nervous?ā
he groaned louder. āno. it was limp. like a noodle. a sad, floppyāā
āplease shut up.ā
āitās dead, y/n,ā he mumbled, with the conviction of a man who just lost everything in the divorce. āi have a ghost dick.ā
you had to shove him off your lap for that one, laughing too hard to even be gentle about it. he rolled onto the floor and just lay there, dramatically sprawled, staring at the ceiling with the emptiest expression known to man. you thought it was a joke. something stupid heād say while drunk and overly theatrical. but later that night, when youāre in bed staring off into space, his words kept replaying in your head.
a ghost dick. a broken dick. gojo satoruā¦ flaccid?
you couldnāt stop thinking about it.
not that you cared about his random hookup or worried for his ego. but because, objectively, there was absolutely no reason for a man like him to ever be soft unless he wanted to be. 6ā3, gorgeous, cocky as hell. dumb pretty eyes and long fingers and abs for days. he once moaned in your ear during a horror movie when you jumped and accidentally sat on his lapā said it was your fault. another time he leaned over you to grab the remote and whispered ādo i make you nervous?ā because your breath hitched. and donāt even get started on the way heād sometimes walk around your apartment like it was his, half-naked in those cursed grey sweatpants, scratching his toned stomach and yawning like he wasnāt already the center of your personal hell.
so yeah. it wasnāt fair. the universe couldnāt just throw a man like that into your life and then also curse him with a broken dick. it didnāt make sense. it bothered you.
and because your brain was absolutely not wired correctly, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
threeā maybe fourā little blue pills. the bottle said one, sure, but you wanted to be certain it would take effect. crushed, mixed, stirred into his gatorade before he got there for your usual saturday night hang. he drank it without a second thought, sitting on your couch with one leg folded under him, sipping like he always did while complaining about how hard it is being this hot and pretending not to watch you stretch across the floor in your tiny shorts.
you werenāt even planning on doing anything. not really. you just wanted to see if it worked. wanted proof that his dick still functioned, for scientific purposes or whatever. just a little experiment. harmless!
you did not expect to spend the next hour getting absolutely annihilated.
+
āwhat the fuck did you give me,ā he pants, white strands sticking to his forehead, sweat dripping down his temples, dick still hard, still buried balls deep inside your swollen, aching pussy.
your whole bodyās trembling. thighs twitching, arms weak, lungs barely catching breath between sobs. youāve already cumā twice? no, three times. maybe four. youāre not even keeping track anymore. everythingās sticky, slick, drenched in sweat and spit and the mess between your legs, and your voice comes out wrecked when you finally manage to breathe:
ājustā¦ a lil viagraā¦ā
he blinks, once. then laughsā sharp and breathless and slightly unhinged as he grips your hips again, fingertips digging so hard you know youāre gonna bruise. āa little?ā he echoes, cock pulsing inside you. ābaby, this isnāt a little. this is the fuckinā olympics.ā
you barely get chance to protest before he starts moving again, hips snapping up, driving into you with utmost force like heās trying to touch your fucking lungs. you squeal, legs kicking uselessly, eyes rolling back as the stretch hits againā painful, dizzying, toe-curling. it doesnāt even feel like youāve had a break. every inch of your cuntās raw and sore and heās still fucking you like he just started. you swear heās gotten harder. thicker. the first time he pushed in you genuinely thought he was going to break you, and now, itās just worse. itās been hell. delicious, addicting, horrifying hell.
āyou wanted to help?ā he grits out, slamming up again, his voice low and mean, sharp enough to slice through the moan that slips out of you. the squelch from between your legs is embarrassing in volume and way too revealing. āwanted to fix me?ā
āyes- iām sorry, fuck, ātoru, youāre so big- i didnāt knowā!ā
ānah,ā he spits, pulling out just to ram himself back in all at once, making your entire body spasm. your mouth falls open in a silent cry, tears leaking down your cheeks as your pussy clenches around him, begging for mercy. ādonāt apologize now. you did this. you wanted to see if my dick still worked?ā he thrusts again, even deeper. āhere you fuckinā go.ā
his pace is brutal. relentless. his stamina? inhuman. everytime you try to crawl away, squirm, or twist your hips and breathe, he clasps your thighs and drags you right back down onto him, using your body as his own personal toy. your cuntās soaked, slippery, stretched out beyond imagination from the constant pressure and the punishing way he keeps fucking into you like he canāt stopā like the drug is pumping through his veins and turning him into a machine. his cock glides in and out with wet, messy sounds, the fat tip dragging across your abused walls, kissing your cervix with every stroke.
āgonna write a report on it?ā he huffs against your neck, biting your shoulder hard enough to make you jolt. āāviagra results: gojo satoru fucks like a demon.ā put that shit in a thesis.ā
āshut upā!ā you cry, slapping weakly at his arm, but itās no use. your moans betray you anywayā breathy, high-pitched, stupid. your bodyās giving up, your pussyās giving in, clenching so tight around him itās like your brainās trying to melt out of your ears.
āmake me,ā he snarls, thrusting harder, faster, heās so deep your vision goes white for a second.
you try. you really do. but heās fucking you so hard now you can barely think, let alone speak. every word dies on your tongue, strangled by the way your breath stutters, whimpers tumbling out of your mouth like sobs. your moans get slurred, choked, punched out of you with every thrust. your eyes roll back and still, he doesnāt stop.
āfuck, listen to you,ā he pants, staring down at the way your tits bounce wildly with every roll of his hips. āactinā like a lil sex doll. my dumb, pretty fucktoy.ā he leans closer, tongue dragging across the rim of your jaw. āyou wanted me hard? wanted me desperate? look at what you did to me.ā
you nod dumbly, overwhelmed to the point you could hardly remember your own name. the moment those words leave his mouth, your pussy squeezes like itās trying to trap him in. he groans, deep and ragged, cock twitching violently inside you.
ātoru, i canāt, i canāt anymoreāā you sob, voice cracking completely.
āyes you can,ā he growls, āyou will. iām not done testing.ā
and then he flips you over, quick and brutal, your face shoved into the sheets before you even have time to react. you shriek when he yanks your hips up and slams back inside, no warning, no mercy, the angle curves his cock right into your g-spot with maddening precision. you scream into the pillow. scream again when he grabs your hair and pulls, arching your back for him, his hips pistoning into your ass with a sound so loud itās practically pornographic.
you donāt even try to crawl anymore. itās pointless. your bodyās done. broken in. you just lay there and take it, crying into the sheets while he wrecks you from behind, drilling into you over and over and over. as one of his hands fists your hair, the otherās slapping your ass so hard it burns, the sting blooming across your skin in waves.
āso fuckinā tight,ā he moans, jaw clenched. āso wet. so mine. god, look at you. takinā this monster cock like you were made for it.ā
you canāt stop clenching. canāt stop cumming. he fucks you through another orgasm, and another, until your thighs seize up and your brainās nothing but static. your drool seeps into the pillow. your moans have dissolved into nothing but mindless gasps and cracked cries. youāre babbling nonsense, stuttering, barely conscious.
and the most terrifying part?
he still isnāt done.
+
you wake up the next morning with your legs completely numb and gojo snuggled up beside you, soft snores puffing against your neck, his heavy arm draped across your waist like dead weight. your entire body aches. your thighs are sticky. your hips feel as if theyāve been dislocated. you try to moveā just a littleā and immediately regret it. your knees wobble at the mere thought of standing. your pussyās still twitching, your sheets are ruined, and heās still somehow half-hard against your ass.
you groan softly. try to sit up. fail instantly.
gojo stirs beside you, yawns into your skin, then peels himself away with a pitiful grunt. he blinks around the room like he has no idea where he is, squints down at his still-throbbing erection and mutters something about āfuckinā viagra from hellā under his breath. then he limps off to the bathroom, still naked, cupping his dick like heās protecting it from a sniper.
youāre barely awake when your phone buzzes on the nightstand. the screen lights up with a notification.
gojo (dumbass š«¶):
bro
this thing still wonāt go down
canāt even piss
help š
idky i made this gngā¦ i guess the thought of gojo having erectile dysfunction makes me giggle so
...Well, Husband!Sukuna is actually being scolded by his wife, and he's taking it like a little bitch champ
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āPlease, watch your step, my lady,ā Uraume warned, taking the lead a few paces in front of you to guide you through the chaotic scene your husband had made of Shibuya. It was quite impressive, you had to admit, but you werenāt about to praise him for his messāyouāve seen better, and youāll make sure to let him know that as soon as youāre done giving him a piece of your mind.
They paused a few steps in front of you, waiting for you to catch up to offer you their hand and help you over the smoldering rubble. You paused when, above your head, you heard Sukunaās familiar maniacal laughter as he toyed around with a curse, tossing the poor thing all over the city without any real effort or care for the civilians among you.
āFucking manchild,ā you sneered under your breath, following Uraumeās lead through the burning mess. In the distance, you watched a plane fall from the sky, crashing into a fiery pit of rubble before exploding. āHis gluttonous need for mayhem disgusts me.ā
Uraume chuckled, āI believe there was a time when you found that to be a charming attribute of his, my lady. And if I remember correctly, you used to eagerly partake in the chaos as well.ā
āDonāt mistake my words, Uraume. I only meant that this madness isnāt something to indulge in aloneāheās keeping this all to himself.ā
They hummed over your explanation with a small smile. āI see. Youāre upset that youāve been left out.ā
āPrecisely,ā you hissed, taking their hand again when it was offered to you. āHe should have waited for me.ā
āTo be fair, Sukuna-sama wasnāt aware that weād be attending. Otherwise, Iām almost certain he would have waited for you.ā You didnāt believe that for a single second. āThis way, my lady. I believe their fight is nearing its end.ā
When you finally set your eyes on your husband again, he was watching over the burning corpse of the curse heād been fighting. At your side, Uraume dropped to their knee on the charred sphere you were standing on. In another life, one that was set a thousand years ago, you mightāve knelt before your king, too.Ā
However, this was a different era, and youād had a thousand years to stew in your anger and contempt after being neglected and abandoned by your husband. To say you were livid was an understatement; therefore, the only one who would be doing the kneeling between you and Sukuna was going to be Sukuna kneeling for you.
āWho are you?ā he dared to ask, not even turning to look at you or Uraume.
āItās nice to see you again, Sukuna-sama.āĀ
You rolled your eyes at the pleasantries that always dripped off Uraumeās tongue when they addressed your husbandāas if he deserved it.
āIāll have to disagree with you, Uraume,ā you gritted out, finally earning the attention of the insufferable man you bound yourself to all those years ago. āI feel rather nauseous upon our meeting.āĀ
He glanced at you over his shoulder, red eyes, mirthless and unamused, narrowed in your direction as he tried to fit the familiar pieces together. Then, as if the realization struck him at once, they ever so slightly widened in surprise, then filled with just a touch of fear.Ā
Good.
āYou spineless coward.ā His throat bobbed as he gulped, watching as you paced forward, paying no mind to the singed ruins burning the hem of your kimono. āYou disgusting, petulant, monstrous, little bratādo you have any idea how long youāve left me alone?! To deal with the consequences of your actions that you left behind without a momentās notice?!ā
He grabbed your wrist to stop you from stabbing your finger into his chest. āYouāre angry-ā
āYes! I am angry! You did not tell me you were abandoning me-!ā
āI did not abandon you-ā
āDo not play dumb with me!ā Your hand surged up to grab onto his face, fingers digging into his cheeks to pull him down to your level. So easily, he could have pried you away from him, yet he didnāt. Instead, he only rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish. āYou said you were going away for a while.ā
āAnd that was true. It has been a while, yes?ā
āI did not think you meant a thousand years!ā
āYour mistake then.ā
You were about to grind your teeth down into little nubs with how tightly you were clenching your jaw. A sneering hiss passed your lips, and you harshly dragged your hand away from his face.Ā
āThis boy that youāre inhabitingāyour vessel-ā
āYuji-ā
āI do not care for the bratās name!ā Sukuna flinched at your tone. āDoes he feel pain when you are fronting in his body?ā
āNo.ā
āGood.ā
With his answer, you didnāt hesitate to back hand him across the face, putting all your rage into the one swing. He grunted with the impact to his cheek, but took the attack as he shouldāwordlessly and without punishing you back.Ā
The space around you went quiet, only filled by the crackling sound of embers and distant screams of anguish as you dragged your hand back, shaking out the tingles quickly before holding it out to him, which he begrudgingly took to heal it for you.Ā
āThat has quelled the worst of the anger.ā
He only grunted in response to that, tracing his thumb over the back of your hand until it didnāt ache anymore.
āThere.ā When he let go of your hand, you didnāt pull it back. You kept it held out in front of him until he groaned and grabbed it, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before lowering it to your side in a soft, delicate motion. āGood?ā
āAdequate,ā you corrected him, crossing your arms and sliding your hands into the sleeves of your kimono. āWith that out of the way, I will admit that Iāve missed you.ā
He exhaled a faint sigh of relief, the smallest smile ticking up on the corners of his mouth before disappearing. āIāve missed you, too.ā
āHave you really?ā
āIndeed. Want me to prove it to you?ā
āNo need.ā Your nose curled at his insinuation, eyes glaring over his new body. āIāll take your word for it. Iāve no interest in lying with someone so young and who lacks the proper number of appendages. Youāre missing two of your arms.ā
He chuckled, āAmong other appendages, but yes, Iām aware.ā
You grabbed the uniform he was wearing, bunching it in your fist to push it up to his chest, revealing his boringly bare torso, no belly mouth in sight. āAnd the best part about you is also missing. How tragicā¦ā
āMy apologies.āĀ
With a scoff, you released the uniform top, returning your hands to your sleeves. āWhen will this affair be over? And I mean completely over. I want my husband back, and I want him in my husbandās body.ā
āHard to say. I have a few more things Iād like to do.ā
āMake it quick then. I want to spend the New Year together-ā
āItās not that simple-ā At his interjection, you raised your brows, making him fall silent before he sighed, āIāll make it quick.ā
āThat's the way.ā You took a small step toward him, closing the gap between you. āLean down.ā
When he did, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, which made him grumble, āThatās it?ā
āItās all you deserve.āĀ
You gave his chest a pat before turning on your heel, only to be caught by your wrist and pulled back against him. His arms circled around your waist as his face pressed into the crook of your neck. Sukuna inhaled deeply and released it with a sated groan, hand dragging down your hips to palm your asscheek.Ā
āYouāre not really leaving already, are you?ā He pressed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. āYou should stay. Iāll fight you next. It'll be the most fun we've both had since I left.ā
āNo, thanks.ā You let him place only one more kiss to your skin before pushing away. āDonāt make me wait too long, Sukuna. Iād hate to have to find someone else to take care of me.ā
He snorted, āLike who? No one else can handle you.ā
You shrugged innocently. āI hear Satoru Gojoās in Shibuya. Sealed up tight in the prison realm. Maybe Iāll just take it for myself and free him. Maybe then Iād renounce my title as your queen and devote myself to fighting for his cause. Offer myself up as his wife, tooāIām sure heād appreciate a step up in the competition, donāt you?ā
You could feel his anger wafting off of him in waves, hitting you in the back of the neck as you grinned.
āIāll kill you both.ā
āHurry up while you still have a wife waiting for you.ā You hid your snickering behind your hand when you heard his irritated grumbling. āLetās go, Uraume. I need a new kimono before you take me home.ā
ādamn, i really did a number on you, huh? poor baby canāt even walk straight.ā
āshut up,ā
cheeks aflame, you try to salvage a shred of dignity as you limp toward the counter, aware of his cerulean gaze tracing the apex of your sore thighsālikely reminiscing last night. you glare over the rim of your mug, muttering something vicious under your breath about pegging.
well, that gets his attention. satoru stalks around the counter, presses his pelvis into your ass and demonstrating precisely how the threat turns him on.
āooh, yes baby. please bend me overā¦ā he humps languidly, slotting himself between the soft cleft of your asscheeks and elicting a groan out of you. ābut iām making breakfast first.ā
āwait, what?ā
āprotein,ā he intones magnanimously, the faint click of the stove contrived in its domesticity. āyouāll need it when iām screaming into the pillow for you later.ā
Him licking his lips like that... that man is FERAL and I am ooooooooo someone help... I have decided this is what Sylus looks like in Inked and the spicy scenes just got spicier.
Side note: this card fits his aesthetic the best imo
