──── BUT I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH JUDAS, BABY ₎ა ˙˖
♡ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏 :: 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐗 𝐅.𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ⌗ humiliation, power imbalance
it's been a year since your ex left the jujutsu society behind to stand beside his new lover, sukuna. together the strongest sorcerers wreck havoc, leaving you desperately trying to fill gojo satoru's shoes as the second best. until a mission goes south and you're suddenly on your knees before a king, with satoru eager to show you just how much he misses you. . . and what you're missing out on.
⌗ wc : 8.8k
ᝰ.☆ cws : canon divergent :: trueform!sukuna :: defected!satoru :: sukugo x reader :: blood :: reader gets hurt :: slight angst :: so much yearning :: humiliation :: power imbalance :: jealousy :: manhandling :: dirty talk :: praise :: slight degradation :: body worship :: f. oral :: orgasm denial :: fingering :: m. oral :: deep-throating :: hair pulling :: choking :: kuna tummy mouth oral :: tongue-fucking :: overstim :: size difference :: penetrative sex :: rough sex :: belly bulge :: creampie :: riding :: sukuna fucks you both :: switch!toru :: kuna & reader competing lol
ᝰ.☆ sweetheart : and thus kinktober comes to a close <3
In order for there to be good, there must be evil. And when there's evil, good will rise up against it. No matter the circumstance. No matter the loss. No matter the cost. Good will always find a way.
But what happened when evil looked like his eyes?
The same murky maroon that stole your blue?
You've stared evil in the face since the day you opened your eyes. Cursed spirits reeked with humanity's most sinister sins and darkest desires. As a sorcerer, you took up the duty to stand face-to-face with some of the greatest evils known to the world.
But his eyes.
His eyes.
Hell reigned supreme. Echoed with the screams of the damned and the promises for desolation. The truest testament to twisted, vile evil.
Yet still. Still. The one who was once called the greatest good, the Honoured One— The Strongest.
Chose. Him.
The shrine's air permeated with miasma. Pungent, fragrant, like a poisonous perfume that flared your nostrils. Your lungs withered and curled around your heart. A feeble attempt to save you from the wicked fate you twisted in.
Those glaring, amused eyes loomed over you. Dilated with several ideas on how to break his 'new toy', you're sure.
Knees dug into wooden floors, dark by nature or perhaps the blood of the jujutsu world stained in the timber. Chains locked around your wrists, but they were a feather compared to the weight of the burden you struggled on your shoulders every day.
The New Strongest.
The title was a bitter fruit on your tongue.
It wasn't earned. It was shirked. Dropped onto your head like a crown of thorns, so that you bled for this shattering world the way he had. Balancing the earth on your shoulders was already a difficult feat— but with the added destruction that swept across every direction? With the crumbling bearings of a once imperfect world now turning to dust under the thumbs of the one who swore to protect it and the one who changed his mind?
You weren't a saviour. You were a doomed martyr.
"So, this is the supposed strongest?"
The damned, the cursed, the fallen— Ryomen Sukuna spoke above you, but you barely flinched. Even as a claw crooked beneath your chin with threats bladed in its sharpness.
You only sneered. As if even on your knees, you were above him. With your technique latched away and your strength a drop in the ocean that was his might.
"The Strongest parades around with you."
It didn't escape you how Sukuna's brow twitched. Not that you cared. If his talons tore through your throat or ripped out your heart, he'd frankly be doing you a favour.
"Where is he?"
You didn't care about that either, you affirmed to yourself. But the catacomb in your heart strummed a different tune. A cacophony of concern. Was Satoru's manic smile on the battlefield only for show? In the confines of this malevolent shrine, was he in fact a prisoner?
"So you really did have a surprise for me."
Seemed not.
The voice calling behind you sounded more like a curse than even a smidge of familiar. It chilled the air and frosted your heart. Haunting, and frustratingly hearty.
You told yourself not to look. You did. But you still caught the flutter of white in your peripheral and your gaze followed with irritable curiosity.
A pale haori hung around from his shoulders. Audacity pressed into every creaseless sway. Hands tucked into the long sleeves as his arms folded. His blindfold nowhere to be seen. He'd traded black and blues for whites and— were those red studs on his ears?
Gojo Satoru. The Honoured One. The Strongest—
Traitor.
Stood at the foot of the hall with his head held high in all his malicious charm and cruel confidence. And the worst thing about it all?
He never looked more at peace.
Your jaw ticked and your gaze fell to the ground with your drooping head. He didn't deserve your stare, even if it was a daggered glare. You'd only be reminded of how he twisted one into your back.
His footsteps synced with your pounding heart. His scent wrapped around you. It was still the same— but now mixed with his. Your eye twitched.
"Sweet girl, you're as beautiful as the day I left you."
And twitched again.
Beautiful wasn't how you'd describe yourself on the day that the sky went red. You were broken. He stomped your fragments under his boot and cared not for how he shattered you into the ground. Soul and heart alike.
You swallowed venom and forced your stare to the floor. He didn't deserve that either. Nor your hate. He deserved nothing from you.
But for some twisted reason, he thought otherwise. Satoru bent over and crooked his head towards you. An almost mocking attempt to look at your face.
You denied him. Snapping your head away to focus on the far end of this cursed hall. To the shoji that taunted you. To the throne that tortured you.
Anywhere but him.
He clicked his tongue and stood straight again. Good. Maybe your silence was all the blade you needed when your hands were bound. Let your stubbornness make him bleed the same way your heart did.
Your lungs blazed.
The chains clanked and your spine curved. The air knocked from your chest which burned with your eyes as a weight clamped tight around your throat.
You were hurled back into that sickening white. A bicep viced around your throat as your head bumped into a strong shoulder. Your gasps surged with curses as you instinctively jerked and squirmed.
"You—!"
Satoru only chuckled. A husked sound in your ear roaring with blood.
"Oh come on baby."
His drawl made you sick.
"Didn't you miss me?"
Amidst the storm of your rage, you caught wind of Sukuna's displeased stare. As if his glare itself could tear into your chest and dice up your heart. A twisted satisfaction coiled in your gut.
Still, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Despite fury festering in your mind and your soul screaming to wretch your hands from the chains and dig your thumbs into Satoru's eyes— you knew.
Knew deep down in that same, soft strum of your heart, that you'd always have a place in his. Even when he acted like this.
Your teeth tore into his arm and you stiffened at the fact that you could. So you were right. He didn't have infinity on.
Did he ever have it on anymore? You wondered.
He didn't yelp. Didn't jerk away. Even as you dug marks into his flesh. You half-expected the bastard to moan, but to your surprise, he frowned. Deeply.
Snagging his arm back, Satoru observed the pink crescents you left behind before he took a step back and dropped you. He circled around you and beelined for Sukuna.
"This isn't the welcome I was expecting, y'know." Was that disappointment?
Your jaw clenched. He had the audacity to pout? As if he had any right to your sentiment?
But it was when he stood at Sukuna's side and a hulking arm reflexively wrapped around him that your teeth ground and wished they had his blood under them.
Hate? You hated many things. Hated the sickening sweetness of the mochi he used to shove into your mouth. Hated that stupid grin of his whenever he'd ask you to show-off a new dress he got you. Hated how his touch still haunted you in the dead of night when you'd awake in your empty bed clinging to the pillow that used to be his.
Now, with a new arm around him. With his head on another shoulder. With his comfort in another's damned, blood-sullen hands. . .
You don't think you've ever hated something more.
No, loathed.
A laugh crept up your throat. Sharp and splintering your tongue that dripped with venom, eager to stain these floors darker. "What? Were you expecting me to welcome you with open arms after you betrayed me?"
He didn't flinch at your spat, but Sukuna narrowed his brows.
"I didn't betray you." Satoru said. Too easily for your poor heart.
"I betrayed the world that hurt us."
"But it was still our world."
Your words cut with finality and bled with anguish. A shrilled whisper in the thickness of miasma.
He faltered. A crease in his brows and a sag in his shoulders. His glare reignited him.
"And it didn't appreciate me."
Fire surged up your spine in blisters and burst into your head. Your fingers twitched and palms cramped under the chains. Venom didn't just drip from your tongue— it whipped.
"So what?"
The chains wretched as your knees lurched up with your body. Weighed, but light against your heavy heart and effort to keep it from shattering all over again. Pupils shrunk. Lips curled. Your voice tore in a ragged scoff.
"You just decided to turn your back on it and frolic along to this bastard!?" Your head lurched to Sukuna. To the damned man who took it all away from you.
"You don't get the easy way out just because the world broke you. Or did you forget our promise?"
His eyes told you that they'd forgotten how they drowned in tears. How his hands clung around your shoulders. The first time that the sky went red— no, voided black. That fateful day that you were both left in the dust.
That day his hands held yours. The day his lips sealed the vow.
We'll never forget each other, won't we? We won't abandon one another.
Not like him.
"Or do you just wanna hurt someone the same way Suguru hurt you?"
Lightning struck.
Down your arm. Torn through your veins. The blood roaring in your ears spilled from a gash sliced down your flesh.
You clambered to hold the wound as your knees struck the ground. A voice shook the shrine and stung your new wound.
"You will not speak to him like that. Do you understand me?"
The ground trembled as Sukuna marched forward. Eyes gaped and pupils thin as a snarl ripped from the depths of his throat. Only then did you realise that it was his technique that was responsible for your injury.
"Sukuna— don't."
And just like that. The storm stilled.
A second patter came, quicker, calmer. You looked up through blurry vision just in time to see Satoru's hand brace on Sukuna's shoulder. The monster quelled. Your heart roared.
You couldn't manage to rip away from him as he crouched in front of you. His cold hand pressed to your wound and you hissed a curse. Hoping it could stab him with even a fraction of the intensity of which you shattered.
He applied pressure to the wound and braced you onto his body. Despite yourself, you dared to look up. Into those deep blues that were once yours.
Conflict swam within them.
You hated him.
Silence weighed heavier than miasma in the air. Your body shook against his, and he held you. Just like he always did.
You hated him.
"You don't have to forgive her," he spoke slowly, curling his head to glance over his shoulder at Sukuna.
You fucking. Hated him.
"But I won't let you hurt her."
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ
The burn in your arm subsided, but not in your soul.
Relief washed over your flesh that slowly mended itself as an azure glow circled it. A pale hand hovered, while another cradled your elbow. The thumb on your joint stroking idly did little to to ease your nerves, as you're sure he intended.
Reverse cursed energy. You remembered how Shoko went on about its flow while Suguru and Satoru scratched their heads. Your heart smiled at the thought— you missed her. Missed Suguru.
Satoru. . .
Seems he understood it now. Specifically how to distribute it to others. A difficult feat that very few could muster, even with his title as the 'The Strongest' slapped behind his name.
Now? He healed you with ease. Not a pinch in his brows nor strain in his fingers. Like some twisted enlightenment.
You lowered your gaze back to the deep maroon sheets. Your stomach twisted. Was everything in this damned compound some fucking shade of red? Its tyrant really wanted to make sure everything from the flooring, to the sheets to even his lover's lobes were marked, huh?
Whatever. Infuriatingly soft silk sheets were better than an icy dungeon floor. Even if the frost crept up your neck instead— Satoru's constant glances weren't subtle. Though you're not sure if he was even trying to make them so.
You refused to meet his eyes, looking anywhere but at those blues that ached something deep within you. Consequently, that meant that every inch of the large, warm chamber mocked you. No matter where you fixated.
The bed was huge. Probably for two. Considering neither Sukuna nor Satoru were necessarily small. The bed itself was tucked in the corner of the room with a circular opening. It rested on a teak platform and extended into an overhang. Something grand that you'd expect from ancient wedding night— which only left you more bitter.
There was a small table with a teapot and a plate of mochi. Five to be exact, with one half-eaten. Probably courtesy of Satoru. Their sweetness stained your tongue sour.
The closet in the corner was left open. Rows of neat robes and the finest of fabrics peeked out. Fit for a King. And his beloved consort.
Royalty. Satoru was treated like royalty. And this damned room was a testament to their. . . no. You still hadn't gotten over that four letter word. Let alone accepted the fact that he said it to someone else.
To a curse, no less.
"This isn't how I wanted our reunion to be."
At last he piped up. How you wished he didn't.
You looked up and saw that his eyes remained focused on your arm. Was there enough strength in it yet to smack him yet? You wondered.
You'd settle for your sharp tongue. "Again, what did you expect? A hug? A kiss? Forgive me for being pissed over how much happier you look here."
Those beautiful blues finally meet you from beneath white lashes. An ache rooted in your chest. When last had he looked at you like that? You hated him for depriving you of it. Hated yourself for missing it.
"I am happier here."
But hated him even more for that.
"I'm treated better. I can finally live."
His touch swept away from your skin, and like a drunken sailor chasing the roaring waves, you almost reach out for him. Almost.
You chose to drown.
In him. In the memories of him. In that sacred time when he was yours. With that big, stupid grin and eager fingers pushing sweet treats to your lips.
All you tasted now was the deep, bitter reality that those memories were just that— memories. Moments lost in time. With one frozen within them and the other far moved on.
You withdrew your arm and observed your bruised wrists as you shifted your legs over the bed's edge. The chains were no more, but you still felt a weight. On your hands that could do nothing, in your stomach that twisted nausea, and in your heart that still beat for him.
You could use your technique and get the hell out of here. With his infinity off? You could probably get pretty far if you made a break for the window.
But this room and its evidence would always hold your mind captive in the sick fact that it was theirs.
"Your infinity isn't on."
"I don't need it anymore."
"I could hurt you, right now."
Your hand flexed and you fixed your gaze on the floor. To the details in the hardwood. Anything but at that piercing stare through your temples. Never a threat, but always a promise. Even a broken one.
The bed sunk beside you as Satoru repositioned himself. His presence crept ice up your spine and warmed your chest all the same.
You hated it. You loved it.
"But you won't." He said.
You scoffed, but smiled. Rolling your shoulders back to stare at the mochi across the room hatefully. Did he remember how he always nagged you to make those? Or did their sweetness bring a new name to his mind?
"Yeah. Because unfortunately, I still love you."
You swore your hearts froze together with your words, then synced with a languished beat.
"So yeah." Your smile wasn't bitter, nor sour. It ached. With the phantom of his sweet kiss. "It fucking hurts that you don't feel the same anymore."
The bed creaked as Satoru's spine shot straight. You caught the gape of his eyes and his fingers curling on his knees.
"Of course I still love you."
"You're a liar."
You wished it would soothe the wounds. His balmed words only stung.
Chills pressed into your chin as his fingers grasped. He tilted your head to him. Not allowing your gaze to run from him any longer. He dragged you closer until his scent wrapped around you. Comforted you. Reminded you.
His eyes begged you. The whisper on his tongue pleaded.
"I do."
It was instinctual to stare at his lips when he was this close. For but a fleeting, yearning moment.
You locked stares again. Yours begged back.
"Prove it."
He did. Softly, tenderly, a secret of his lips on yours. Stars burst in that delicate way that they always did when his mouth found yours. When the kiss that felt so unfamiliar, still carried the taste of the past and all its honey.
You wished to simmer in the moment. To unravel into his gentleness that you craved since the first and last day he left bruises on you. That fateful day. When the sky went red.
But that red ran hot. Sizzled into a sharp scarlet searing through your veins. So when you kissed him back— it's not soft, or tender, and it sure as hell isn't gentle.
Furious, frustrated and fervent. You soured the honey into poison and tore your fingers through his white hair. Yanking him in, reminding him— declaring. That he was still yours.
He moaned at the fruition.
Oh, you'd give him enlightenment.
It was tongue and teeth and a treacherous mix of thorns as you pushed forward. He caught your hips. He always did. Pulled you into his lap like old times and matched your roughness.
Until your lips bruised. Until his were bitten. At last he parted in threads of hot saliva, snapping like your sanity. His eyes were hazed as they awed up at you.
"I missed you." He rasped.
"I don't believe you." You ragged.
But still, your trembling hands brushed his hair back and cupped his face. Your thumbs re-familiarised his cheekbones.
His chest stuttered. You're sure his heart did too. He trailed his eyes over you, then stared up through his lashes with a whisper so forbidden. So yours.
"Then let my tongue prove it."
And then his lips were on you again. Your neck. Mouthed down to your shoulder, over your shirt. You swore that you felt them twitch as they brushed the fabric. Littered over your breasts with an incoherent murmur.
But if you remembered Satoru well enough— he was probably complaining. Cursing out the offensive material.
His nails were far more eager. Nipping on your shirt's hem and peeling it back over your breasts. He groaned at your bra choice. Maybe it really was fate that brought you here. Why else would you be in his old favourite?
Cold lips worshipped atop your breasts, sending sparks down your spine as he pulled one of your tits out and flicked his tongue on your pert nipple.
You shuddered. Grappling for some kind of shame or reason to not fuck your ex on his new lover's bed— while said ex had toppled over the jujutsu world and was now the force of evil you swore against.
Evil or not, damn, you missed that filthy tongue.
Hands shot to his shoulders. A protest crept up your throat as you looked down at his fluttering lashes and smooching lips. "Toru—"
The bed bounced and you yelped as your back hit it fully. He tipped you over and dragged your legs out with large hands locked on your hips. Good luck getting him to stop now. His tongue already drooled with greed as it swiped down your tummy.
Kisses felt like a dance of fire and ice. Embedded into your skin and pulling memories into moans as his blunt nails dragged on your pants and exposed your centre. You're not sure if you're more embarrassed that you didn't stop him— or that you already formed a damp spot.
Habitually, he pressed a kiss to your panties. The only shame you mustered was how naturally you twitched for him.
All ifs, and buts melted into a pool of heat as he drew your panties down next and groaned so deep that it rumbled your core.
"Fuck, hey there sweetheart." He drawled with eyes fixed onto your pussy. His thumb stroked over your folds to punctuate his greeting. Your face flushed as he smooched your clit in a wet, missed me?
His lips trailed down your slit. Dragging your bubbling wetness and pouring moans from your trembled lips. Your spine lifted. Memories be damned. Who needed them when he was back where he belonged? Between your legs.
"Missed you sooo much baby," he rumbled into your slit with pinched brows as he mouthed all hot and bothered along it. You always were his favourite sweet treat.
But oh, he couldn't leave any part of you lonely for long. Not again. His thumb swiped up and rubbed on your clit, prompting a trickles out of your throbbing cunt. You sucked a shaky breath.
He parted to watch the leak, pupils blown wide as he slowed his stroke. "Yeah I know, I know." He cooed, still talking to your cunt.
Shivers rushed up your spine as his tongue flushed to the bottom of your slit and pressed flat as he dragged it up. Slow, and greedy and oh so filthy. You finally whined for him and buried your fingers into his hair.
"Satoru. . . hngh."
His name tasted good on your lips. It's where it belonged. Always.
The sentiment seemed to spur him on as his palms splayed over your thighs to spread you out and snatch you deeper. Shoved into his heated kisses, dirty sucks and lewd licks. He groaned and spat. He always was a messy eater. Always too distracted by your pussy to remember his decency as he feasted on you as if he'd been starving these last two years.
You want to look down. To see him devouring your pussy— but his tongue cut you off. Plunged into your gummy walls as his face flushed forward. His nose nudged your clit and stars burst before your eyes.
"Mhhm— fuck toru. Jus' like that— ah." Your fingers curled on his scalp and leveraged his head so that you could grind your hips into his face. Slopping him up and drawing out his moans as he clung onto your thighs like they were his last shred of sanity.
His tongue pistoned. Stained in your taste and rapidly fucking into you as his lewd, wet noises vibrated through you. Stroking on the heat in your tummy and coiling the knot tighter.
You arched. Whined. "Ohgod— mngh, gonna cum."
How you missed saying that. Missed the sparks dancing over your spine and coursing through your pussy. Missed his glutinous tongue.
"Gonna cum, toru, pleasepleaseplease."
He withdrew and replaced his tongue with his fingers quicker than you could complain. They slipped in with a tempered squelch and curled into that spot he still remembered. Massaging and fucking and tenderising as his lips locked around your clit.
"Yeah baby. Tha's it. C'mon. Show me how much y'missed toru's tongue." He slurred, suckling on the throbbing nub as he plunged his fingers hastily.
His glossy eyes fluttered up to yours. All drunk and hazed. Pleading. How could you ever deny him?
Your muscles locked up. Voice singing a name you swore off years ago. Fingers holding his hair for dear life as you humped into his face with stuttered whines. He took you higher— and higher— and. . .
It snapped into nothingness.
Both of your whines mixed. Loud and pitched as a clawed hand yanked Satoru back by the hair. Snatching him from your grasp once again with webs of saliva and slick strung to your cunt.
You registered the demon that took him from you in the first place and in the haze of your need, you whimpered. As if for some bizarre reason, you could appease him.
"Oh shut up." Sukuna snarled and muffled it into Satoru's lips, who whined and pressed back instinctively.
You blinked back blurs to behold their tongues tangling. Your gut twisted at how eagerly Satoru limped into him, like some lovesick fucking doll.
A frown fixed to your lips as your elbows dug into the bed to push you up. At last they parted. Finally. Those few seconds permanently scarred your soul.
But it blistered into that same, fiery burst as Sukuna cut his glare over. Your eyes sharpened to clash. He sneered.
"What? You think you deserve this?"
"You sound jealous."
"Don't forget that's my bed you're slobbering all over."
Instinctively, your legs jerked together and you straightened your spine like a cobra ready to spit venom in his eyes. He looked all the more willing to gulp it down and claw it around your throat instead.
Satoru interrupted the thundering clouds with a lightning swat! onto Sukuna's chest, who turned to meet his frown.
No words exchanged, but their stares locked. Not a blink. Not a bat. Green nestled in your gut. Were they communicating with their eyes alone?
A loud sigh sagged from Sukuna together with his shoulders. He blinked first and looked away. Triumph shone from Satoru's stupid grin.
Only to shout a complaint as a clawed hand yanked him to the edge of the bed, shoving his pants down in the process, while another nabbed your hair and jerked you to the floor so you joined the protests.
Smack! Your knees clambered as you were positioned between Satoru's.
"You deserve to be worshipped. Not the other way around."
Sukuna leered, not even looking in your direction. As if taking his eyes off of his lover for one second would melt him— or maybe sparing you a glance would turn him to stone.
He steered your head to Satoru's dick, who tensed and waved his hand frantically. "Hey hey hey that's not nece— mn."
Of course your lips naturally wrapped around his pretty tip. Why wouldn't they? It was reflex. Even with the bastard locking you in place.
Your eyes fluttered up to Satoru. Memorising his twitching brows and quivered lips as you languidly sucked down. He rarely let you do this back then. You often had to fight him just to get a lick.
Your reminiscing morphed into splutters as your head was suddenly shoved. Inches plunged into your throat and Satoru strangled with you.
"What're you waiting for?" Sukuna glowered. "I said worship him."
Your throat constricted as you choked around his twitching dick. A thick vein throbbed heavily on the back of your tongue. You vibrated it with whimpers as you tried to catch your breath through your nostrils.
Satoru on the other hand, looked as if he couldn't even breathe. His face burning and hands scrambling as he shot out to grip Sukuna's wrist. His fingers trembled with his voice.
"Go— mn, easy on her."
"She can take it. Or has she only ever taken pleasure from you?"
Who the fuck did this guy think he was?
He strutted into Satoru's life and twisted his morals two years ago— two years. Two. You'd familiarised Satoru's body with your hands long before Sukuna was even reincarnated. Yet somehow he thought he owned every right to it?
Spite sizzled in your gut. It mixed with the jealousy to concoct a flaring urge to prove yourself. To Sukuna?
No, to hell with him.
To Satoru. To remind him why you were his first.
Nimble fingers curled around his base. You thumb spontaneously stroking on a vein while you hollowed your cheeks. Sucking down at the pressure you knew damn well sent his eyes rolling. His stuttered hip bucks were your reward.
"Damn— baby."
Sukuna's hand spurred with competition. Dragging and shoving your head so you maintained a mouthful of cock. Not that you needed it. Despite the weight you bobbed in haste, impatient to take him down your throat and make him lose his mind. For you.
Spit splattered and his precum smeared your tongue. Fuck. You missed the taste. Missed every hefty throb and the way his tip twitched as it glided on the roof of your mouth.
But what you missed the most? The sight of him. His noises. How his head fell back to expose his stuttering throat. How his brows creased at centre and his lips parted to the ceiling. How pretty and pathetic his deep voice pitching sounded as he helplessly humped.
"Fuck baby, yeah, just like that."
He was beautiful.
"See? That's how you pleasure him."
And he was a bitch.
Your glossy eyes swept a glare to Sukuna, who retorted with a fierce tug of your hair. Shoving you deeper. Deeper. Until Satoru's hot tip smooched the back of your throat and you spluttered drool.
A second of reprieve. Your spite rekindled. Constricting your throat, you squeezed on his balls and forced your head to move more ferociously that Sukuna's hand. Utterly crumbling Satoru who clambered for your shoulder and threw his spine in an arch.
"Shit, f-fuck, ohgod— oh fuck, baby, baby please, please please hngh." His slurring babbles struck pride in your core. You rewarded him with vibrating hums.
But of course, the King of Curses— or rather, King of Covet— had to splinter your confidence.
"Did you ever get him like this? Ever made him feel this good?" He bent over to loom in your ear.
You glared. Gurgled. But your gut twisted.
No. You didn't.
Satoru never concerned you with his pleasure.
"When he cums in your mouth," you could hear the bastard's sharp grin, "Know that he's cumming for me."
Your eyes gaped. That fucker—
Unfortunately, you had no more time for spite. Spurts surged the back of your throat while Sukuna shoved you down. So that your nose brushed Satoru's pelvis and his dick spasmed in your throat. Rope after rope of hot cum streamed into your chokes and struggled gulps.
He came with a cry. A pitiful whine that blended Sukuna's name and yours— but all you heard was the former's. God, how you wished your stare really could turn him to stone.
"Swallow everything."
You hated him.
"Don't waste a drop of my lover's cum."
You hated him.
Drool mixed with thick, hot cum as you gulped down whatever you possibly could. Eyes rolled back and lips strained as you committed your mind to imagining just the two of you. No curses. no kings.
Just you and him. Just you finally making him feel good.
Burning lungs washed with relief, but the same couldn't be said for your throbbing heart, as you're jerked away from his sopping dick. Still hard and twitching. You fight a smile— yeah, that's your Satoru.
Instead, a frown tugged with a calloused thumb swiping over your lip. Sukuna's stare smouldered with audacity as he dragged his tongue over your leftovers. "Sweet as ever, my love."
Your jaw ticked. Despite its ache you're already charging several insults— but you only managed a yelp as Satoru's large hands stole your hips and toppled you over shaky thighs. Kisses smoked out your fire as they smothered all over your face.
"Mm, my baby, my sweet girl. Always doing so good."
Satoru's praises were a balm your heart. You fluttered and limped into his touch. His arms secured on you. A cold, comforting palm flat on your spine. His chin crooked on your shoulder to stare back at Sukuna.
"C'mon, let's show her what she's missin' out on." You heard his pout and bit on your smile. "I want my two favourite people to get along."
You crooked your head and observed their eye fucking— ahem, contact, again. You were really beginning to add onto that list of things you hate. Number one? Whatever secret language in the form of stares they had going on.
Sukuna huffed and the bed creaked beneath his weight. You're sure he tried to appear regal but he practically flopped into the sheets and jostled with his robes' belt. Pulling it back to reveal the wide maw on his abdomen that mimicked his frown.
You almost laughed. Almost. It caught as Satoru hoisted you closer to the other. Now there were three frowns.
"What're you doing?"
"Come onnnn, I want you two to bond."
You rolled your eyes as his pouting lips mouthed on your neck. Yes, your blood still ran green and spite continued its fester in your gut but perhaps. . . You could do it for him.
Deep down, some innate, irritating smidge within you still wanted to please him.
"Fine." You huffed and bit your inner cheek as Sukuna locked stares. "Let's see what you see in him so bad."
Satoru's grin sliced through the tension in the air. Who could ever say no to that? With excitement warming his hands, he steered you into a straddle over Sukun's stomach. Massaging your thighs with assuring thumbs.
"Well," he crooned on your ear and laved it with a kiss. "He's reaalll good with his mouth."
Your eyes began to roll.
Just because the fucker had multiple mouths doesn't mean—
Then, they rolled back.
Hot, wet, the massive tongue dragged a sopping lick over your spasming cunt. Filthy and thick. You swallowed a whine, but not your shudder.
You ignored Sukuna's smug smirk and clawed your hands to Satoru's wrists as his hands guided your hips into a sensual roll. Synching you with that swirling tongue already feasting below. You pulsed into its heat and squirmed as pleasure sparked your spine.
"Mngh, oh."
"Theeree we go. Feels good, doesn't it sweet girl?"
Satoru's drawl dripped into your ear like the saliva oozing on your slit. You chewed your lip and shot Sukuna a side eye, who had reverted back to a blank stare. As if pleasuring you was a fucking chore.
Still, for some frustrating reason, your pussy pulsed.
You mustered a huff and humped your hips. Dragging on his mouth fully as if trying to suffocate him. It backfired, of course. You were left twitching and whining— but still mustered a glare.
A pitiful, trembling one. But a glare no less.
"I'll never enjoy a curse."
A pause.
Then a keen.
The mouth started ferally sucking down on your cunt. Creating a suction on both your slit and clit that sent your eyes back.
Simultaneously, Satoru's hands guided you into a faster grind. Smearing your wetness all over Sukuna's tanned skin and spilling you desperate whimpers.
"Yeah, but you're about to cum for one, aren't you?"
Sukuna gruffed. A low grunt that rumbled into your heat-surging core. You stammered in your bucks as two massive, hot hands clawed up and cupped your breasts. Squeezing their jiggles until you flicked your head back from the dual stimulation.
"Y-You— shut u— ah!"
His tongue cut your complaints short again. This time shoved into your slit and wriggling until he found exactly which darling, devastating spot to curl into. Prodding and licking and grinning into it as you spasmed with a sob.
Helpless. You were helpless. White clouding your vision. Sweat prickling your forehead. You squirmed and ground down into his merciless maw as it made of show of messing up your poor pussy.
Seemed Satoru wanted in on the fun. He mouthed on your shoulder and slithered a hand between your wobbling thighs. Stroking your throbbing clit until it shot spasms through through clenching body.
"F-Fuck, fuck I ca— I can't," you croaked.
"Course you can. Cum for a curse." Sukuna crooned.
And fuck. Suddenly you hated yourself more than both of them combined. Your squelching walls clenched on the relentless, thrusting tongue and your head tossed back. Your orgasm rearing into an intense wave of ruin and ragged bliss as you finally— finally came.
Splattering all over a tongue at last. Perhaps not Satoru's— but you didn't care. Not as your vision blurred and you pitifully rocked into the pleasure bursts.
Tears trickled down your face as cum leaked from your throbbing, gooey centre. Your sniffled sob smothered into kisses as you were drawn back into those cold, comforting arms.
"Sssh. Did so good. You did so so good baby." Satoru cooed, hands laving affection all over your heated skin.
He held you as he always did. How your heart yearned for him to all of those lonely nights. Your mind wrecked with heat fractured into reality of how much you missed him.
Your body melted into his. Muscles finally easing into the assurance and promise of his hold. Once broken or not. His hands smoothed over your thighs, squeezed on your waist and cupped your breasts in a tender massage.
Your eyes fluttered. Heart slowed.
"Isn't she sweet?"
Satoru murmured, probably to the huffing Sukuna. You didn't need to see his eye roll to feel it,
"Guess so."
"Mhhm?"
Or Satoru's grin in the air.
You refocused purely to see the look on Sukuna's face. But to your surprise no deadpan awaited. Only a deep, dark desire brooding in his maroon stare.
"Wanna see how she could ever satisfy you."
He drawled. His mockery tethered something else at the end. Could that be mildness? You'd only ever considered him malicious, but his dilated pupils showed otherwise. You followed his trailing gaze down your curves to Satoru's worshipping hands.
And somehow? His stare mimicked those hands.
Satoru paused on your shoulder. Then nodded, his white strands tickling your jaw as he encased you within his caressing chills. Engulfed in his larger body.
Kisses curved up your neck, carrying whispering praises that soaked into your veins and ran your blood hot. Hot like a familiar prodding slotted between your thighs.
Your breath hitched. His thinned.
"Remember this, sweetheart?"
He chuckled when your hips rolled into his dick, like it was their god-given purpose. Your body always danced to his rhythm. Even when he'd long soured the melody.
His tip circled your drooling slit, dragging your slick all over. And for a moment, a devastating moment— you almost stopped him. Almost chickened out and went back to biting his hand.
But then your body caved.
Muscles eased, cunt clenching, crying, as he easily pressed in. Kissing your gummy walls in an overdue welcome home and pushing into you inch by agonising inch.
Your bodies synched a shudder. Satoru's head limped into your shoulder blades, fervently whispering your name like it would save him from your squeezing, suffocatingly sweet pussy.
"Fuck," he clung to your waist. "So she did miss me."
You fluttered around his base. Messing up his balls and clenching around his cervix-kissing tip as he stretched you open. Memories in every vein pulse and inch throb. Reminding. Reclaiming.
He faltered with his breath. Dug his teeth on your shoulder. Stabilised. Then finally mustered a filthy grind deep within your warmth. Sending you scrambling.
"Toru— ah." A hand fell to his wrist while the other shot into his hair. He mewled and forced himself to focus on his languid pumps as he searched for a rhythm.
"God," you heaved. "It's soo— so. . ."
"So what? So big? Awww, you can take it can't you?"
He crooned, a sharp grin smooching your ear while a large, guiding hand dropped to yours. Soon you were palming over the swollen bulge he left at the base of your tummy. Fingers locked with yours as he applied a sickeningly pleasurable pressure that spun your head with heat.
Your already slutty moan surged into a pitched whine as his pumps sped into timed thrusts. Once. Twice. Thrice. Grind— repeat.
Stars burst in your vision. Head tipping back. You missed Sukuna's awed expression. Escaped the rustle of robes. The wet, tempered slaps and sloshes served as the perfect distraction.
Despite your limp form, your hips still tried. Pitifully, struggling, but an attempt nevertheless. They humped back into Satoru's thrusts. Whose grin turned evil as he snatched your waist and shmacked! up into your cervix. Bucking, grinding into the tight ring of muscle until it spasmed with your sobbing cunt.
"Yeah that's it baby. That's it. Fuck me back." He grunted through his shallow rocks.
Well on his course of cruelty and feral care, a hand slithered down. His thumb slotted between your folds and fondled your clit into a twitching mess. Spurring on your need so that you mindlessly rocked into him. Creaking the bed in your search for more. In your surge of greed.
Your cunt squeezed with your throat.
His other hand shot up. Clamped on your neck and choking out the prettiest of noises. Both from your mouth and squelching pussy as his hips rushed ruthlessly. Fucking up in a blur of ragged roughness that threw your spine into an arch and spluttered your drool.
"Hngh! Fuck toru— toru there, right there."
"Thought I forgot how you liked it, pretty?" He laughed on your lobe. Grunted and twisted you to face him. "How you like getting fucked hard? Getting your pretty pussy roughed-up?"
Knuckles trapped your clit and pinched. You keened. Losing all muscle movement and limping into your old position as his pretty little doll. Stretched out and spilling all over his cock that rammed persistently. Like he could fuck out every ounce of grief and loathing thought from your pretty little head.
He sure as hell might've. In your glazed eyes and messy mind there was only one thing— him. Him. Pounding into you again and again and ringing the repeat through your blistering mind— Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru.
"Gonna— S'toru— 'm gonna cum! Fuck, fuck 'm gonna cum." You sobbed.
"For me?"
"For you baby, always for you."
He joined your whines. Face falling into your shoulder as you tugged on his hair and held onto his hand for dear life. Completely losing yourselves to the reality that you were being watched by Sukuna's reverent stare. Utterly missing the way he stroked his bulge and shuddered with every mixture of moans.
Satoru slurred and you swore tears dripped onto your shoulder.
"Fuck, I love you so much."
"I love you."
You smushed your sob into his mouth as you jerked him in by the hair. Lips slamming, hands clambering as his thrusts turned sloppy, feral, and your body melted into putty.
The spasms came hot. Terrible and tender. Cum splashing your thighs while his thick seed frothed you full. Shattering you both into a puddle of wanton splutters and reckless abandon.
Your mouths twisted into a mess of tongue and teeth. A wrest of hate and love. Old and rekindled. Your quiet cries induced his tears. Satoru clambered onto you. As if letting go for even a second would be a greater sin than the first time.
When he finally parted, the saliva strung. Tears merged and your lips quivered. But he brushed them away— whispering a gentle apology you're not even sure voiced.
Your heart ached. Healed. And he cradled you close. So devastatingly close until you simmered into the fragile reality that you were finally, finally in one another's arms again.
The dust settled when Satoru pressed a kiss to your temple, tracing it down and chuckling into your cheek. Only then did you remember you had an audience.
Four beady eyes and— were you seeing wrong or were those two bulges?
"Enjoyed the show?" Satoru mused. Sukuna huffed again. You wondered if that's the only way he knew how to communicate. He looked away as Satoru slowly slipped out.
His hands cupped your hips and massaged on your aches, then guided you over before you could blink. "You know. . . she could be good for you too."
"Satoru—"
"Toru—"
Words die on your tongues. Sukuna and you merged in a moan. His deeper, yours pitched, as Satoru dragged your soaking cunt over the— yes, two bulges.
A new set of hands joined your thighs. Dwarfing Satoru's as they squeezed on your plush and firmed you down. To your surprise, you squirmed. Not away, but onto him. Another shared moan.
Murky maroons locked with yours. All spite and jealousy between the both of you faded into a thick, sultry heat. For a moment you blinked, hesitated, until he broke stare and looked back to Satoru.
"Only if I can have you too."
"Ooo, greedy."
Satoru snickered but crawled closer. All you remembered was the contrast of their touch. Icy fire and hot frost seeping into your spasming nerves. Blurs of stripped robes and stinging stretches.
One moment you were staring down Sukuna's double dicks and thinking poor Satoru— the next, you were stuffed full of one of them. With 'poor Satoru' squirming behind you and whining with you as he struggled around the second dick.
How the hell does he take this thing?
You're huffing. Gasping. Your cunt could barely handle Satoru— and if he was big? Sukuna was fucking monstrous. Snug in every nook and cranny, pressed into every nerve and thrumming so many veins into your gummy wetness that you felt like you'd lost your damn mind.
Forget poor Satoru. Poor you and your pussy that clenched for dear life as you gulped down air like you were searching for a miracle.
"Fuck, relax, fucking strangling me." Sukuna hissed.
You whined, then whimpered. Satoru's hands slipped around you with the aim to ease. Rubbing circles on your clit and squeezing your tit.
"Ssshh baby," as if he was doing any better. "It's okay. 's okay. Know he's so. . . fuckin' big," he croaked and limped his head onto your back. You both crumbled as Sukuna rolled his hips in a hefty grind.
You felt him so deep in cunt, in your stomach, everywhere.
Hot hands replaced the cold palm on your breast. Sukuna's upper arms reached to cup your tits and squeezed them into his finger gaps while the lower set circled Satoru's hips. Guiding you both into his slow, sinister rhythm.
You caught his grin and hated how your tummy fluttered at it. "Does she even know how to ride?" He taunted, eyeing your struggling pussy that spluttered and soaked his thighs.
Fucker. Just when you're getting used to him.
With a scoff and surged spite, your hands shot to his wrists and dug your nails into his markings. He grunted. Grinned wider. As you glared and leveraged your hips into a bounce. Clumsy one second, then cruel the next.
"This— hah— good 'nough for you?" It was your turn to grin as he groaned.
His hips bucked up hard. Frantically chasing your confidence with curses and moans spilling from his damned lips. Consequently, this meant Satoru was hurled into the rhythm too. Yelps and whines shattered through him as he clambered on your waist and collapsed onto your back.
His hips meshed into your ass as he desperately attempted to grind down and steady himself. "Wait, wait waaitt— 'm still getting used to it, fuck!"
Your eyes glinted with Sukuna's at the splutters. Your gazes met amidst the heated pleasure and wet shmacks! of skin.
"Pathetic, isn't he?" Sukuna crooned.
You crumbled, but cooed. "But so pretty."
Fingers delved back into Satoru's hair and tugged him in. His chin knocked onto your shoulder and whines spilled as his nails dug.
"When I— hah— said I wanted you to get along I didn't mean bully me."
His retribution came in a clit pinch. You jerked and spluttered with him as the last threads of Sukuna's patience tore. Hips smacking up wildly so that he fucked you both onto pulsing, messy cocks. Eager to send your eyes rolling back as he spurred from the suffocating tightness.
A cacophony of moans, whines and cries brimmed the chamber. A slutty staccato as you both crumbled into the streams of blazing bliss. Collapsed into one another and clinging. Satoru squeezed your waist. You clung to his hair. Pulling him into drooling kisses as your minds puddled into the mess soaking Sukuna through.
"Fuck," Satoru rasped, his cock humping on your ass as a result of the relentless slams. "Gonna— cum, 'm gonna cum again. Please."
"Already? Slut."
Sukuna's sneer paired with his hand dropping from Satoru's hip to his pulsing dick. Smacking it onto your jiggling ass before pumping it into a twitching, spasming mess.
Poor Satoru. He gasped for dear life. Hands shaking on your thighs as he returned the favour to you. Dropping to your clit and rubbing in-time with Sukuna's jerking palm.
Your keens merged in a pathetic plea.
"Torruuu, not— n-not fair, I can't." Your croaks matched your stuttered bounces. Slick and drool webbing all over. Mixing with sweat and smearing over your skins. The relentless hump on your cervix sent your teary eyes rolling back— and you're certain Satoru's mimicking. If those slutty, sloppy moans were anything to go off of.
Still, he managed to laugh in your ear. Breathless. Delirious. "No way in. . . fuck. Hell am I cummin' before you."
Oh you tried to hold on. Tried to cling to whatever bits of your sanity remained. But your vision had went white. Your tummy twisted and your mind reeled as pleasure battered through your squeezing pussy. Sick, sweet, saving pleasure that spilled your spit and sticky cum.
Your orgasm tore through you in a squelching squirt. A muck of brokenly bucking hips and croaking cries. Dizzy. You were dizzy. Hazed, hot and heavy-limbed as the soaking slaps reached a piercing ring through the room. Followed by Sukuna's haughty laughter.
"Yeah, slut up my cock. Said you wouldn't enjoy a curse huh? Now you're cumming on his cock."
"Sh-Shuutt uppp."
You sobbed. And in a last effort of pride collapsed into the King of Curses. Consuming him for a change. With your mouths clashing, teeth clattering and tongues clambering. You swore that he rumbled a moan into your wet lips.
A pitched whine ripped through the air.
Seemed that's all Satoru needed to burst all over your ass. Torrid and trembling as he bucked a few more times for pathetic measure— before he too collapsed.
You whimpers vibrated into each other. Synching and sobbing as Sukuna's dicks abruptly rammed up. Once. Twice. Then twitched and spilled into you both with frothing, bubbling cum. Fuck. It burned so beautifully.
Pants heaved through the air thick with sweat and sex. The musk of cum and mixing perfumes wrapped around the three of you like a blanket. Sukuna's four sets split between the two of you. The first pair hooked on your shoulders while the second cradled Satoru.
The heat faded into a tender, trembled whisper. A stained memory in the confines of this room. Slicked into the bed and smeared into your hearts.
Silence.
"I want a kiss tooo. . . "
Smiles.
Satoru's complaints pressed kisses into your shoulders. Only then did you realise how your lips hadn't quite left Sukuna's lips. You parted. Shared his blinks. Then turned to smooch the pouting Satoru.
He hummed his happiness. Parting only to get Sukuna in on the action as they shared a kiss over your shoulder.
For the first time this entire accursed night, you didn't see green.
Satoru returned to snuggling on your shoulder blades and released a heavy sigh. His weight melted into your back. Another beat of silence.
"Does this mean you'll stay forever?"
His voice was impossibly small. Frighteningly soft. Strumming an aching chord in your soul that whispered, pleaded with you to be selfish. To be happy.
Just this once.
You shifted your stare and noticed Sukuna's looking up at you. No glares nor scowls. But and uncharacteristic patience and— terrifying gentleness. In that devastating moment it clicked for you.
You and Sukuna weren't so different after all.
All you wanted was the best for Satoru.
In the ease of silence, you contemplated. Then chose. Softening a smile as your head rested on a warm shoulder. Those arms and hands that knew only bloodshed held you both in a beautiful surrender. Squeezing.
You whispered.
"I'll think about it."
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