#dendelionwishh

[dandelionwishh]

Only Forever

Description: Your honeymoon just started and Satoru brought a camera to remember it all.

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, Fluff, honeymoon fluff, husband Gojo, unprotected sex, Minors Do Not Interact.

Okay this took way too long...sorry. Hope you enjoy!

The villa smells like roses and saltwater, soft candlelight flickering over the ivory walls. The sliding doors are wide open to the night, letting in the sound of the waves and the warm breeze from the ocean. The sea glows under the moonlight, silver-blue and vast…like the future, like your new last name, like him.

He’s lounging against the headboard, one knee bent, his sleeves rolled up and the top buttons of his white shirt undone, still in the slacks from earlier. his bow tie is long gone now. His hair is slightly messy from the boat ride in, and he hasn’t stopped grinning since he carried you through the door like a scene from every old romance movie you used to half mock, half dream about.

You’re standing in front of the bed barefoot, wrapped in white lace and silk. The lingerie set he hasn’t seen until now was chosen with this moment in mind…delicate straps over your shoulders, sheer fabric that leaves very little to the imagination, and your bridal veil you clipped back into your loose, wavy hair.

You look like a dream, and judging by the way Gojo’s lips part, jaw slack, camera dangling from his fingers...you’ve knocked the wind out of him.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, eyes raking over you like he doesn’t know where to start. “Are you real? Did I actually marry you? Because this feels like a crime against the entire male population.”

You laugh softly, a little shy under the weight of his stare, fingers brushing over the lace at your hip.

"You're...not just being dramatic?" you ask, voice quiet. Like you're still trying to believe he really chose you, forever.

He sits up instantly, like he hears the hesitation behind your words, and lifts the camera with a softer smile this time.

"Baby," he says gently, eyes locked on you, "I'm being restrained. Dramatic me would be combusting into flames right now." He tilts the camera slightly, smirking. "Don't move. I want to remember this forever."

*Click.*

“You’re taking pictures?”

“Obviously,” he says, lifting the camera again with a lazy grin. “First night married to the hottest woman alive? I need evidence.”

“Click.”

“And for future anniversaries,” he adds, voice dropping a little. “When we’re old and sappy and I need proof I bagged a goddess.”

You laugh, flustered and glowing, and he just watches you like he’s trying to memorize every part of you.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

You tilt your head, veil brushing over your shoulder. “You like the veil?”

“I want you to wear it every time we have sex from now on.”

“Only if you keep the slacks and the rolled-up sleeves.” Your voice is soft, teasing, and you feel it in your stomach when his grin slips just slightly, enough to reveal something real underneath it all.

“Deal."

*Another click.*

You kneel on the bed slowly, crawling toward him. He adjusts the camera angle, clearly enjoying every second. When you straddle his lap, the hem of your veil brushes his thigh, and you can feel how hard he’s already getting through the fabric of his pants.

“Satoru,” you murmur, hand resting on the open collar of his shirt. “We’re married.”

He grins again, this time with a hint of awe. “We really are.”

You lean in and kiss him. A slow, sweet thing, lips brushing lips. He tastes like champagne and frosting and his familiar scent you can’t quite name but know like your own heartbeat.

He kisses back with a groan that vibrates against your chest. Then he pulls back, camera still in hand.

“Wait, just one more.” He lifts it, adjusts the focus, and whispers, “Look at me, baby”

You do. Then - *click*

You smile and he puts the camera down.

Then he’s kissing you like it’s the first time all over again, hands sliding up your bare thighs, finding the curve of your waist, exploring the lace edges of your lingerie like he’s memorizing a map. You tug at his shirt and start unbuttoning it, your hands warm against his skin as they graze his chest.

"I like seeing you like this," you whisper against his mouth. He pauses, brushing his nose against yours. "Like what?"

"Like...completely undone," you giggle.

His smile softens, eyes drifting down to your hands on his chest before meeting yours again. "You undo me, sweetheart."

Your breath catches, and he goes on, "I've never wanted anything more than I want this life with you." He leans in, lips finding your shoulder, leaving soft and lingering kisses like he never wants to leave this moment.

Then lower, over your heart. "You make me feel human." And lower still, leaving a whisper against your skin. "And whole."

You shiver under his touch. “You’re being so sweet. It’s almost suspicious.”

“Oh, I’ll ruin you in a second, don’t worry,” he mutters against your skin, lifting you gently and laying you back across the pillows. "But you. My soft, dreamy goddess I just married, right here in my bed? Looking like this? I wanna enjoy this."

His mouth is everywhere - your neck, your chest, your thighs - and every kiss is a promise, I got you. I’m not going anywhere.

He moves over you slowly, kissing down your stomach, then back up, slipping the veil gently from your hair as he goes. When he finally peels the lingerie down, he does it reverently, like unwrapping a gift he’s been waiting years for.

His eyes flick down, lingering on the delicate garter hugging your thigh - a secret he caught earlier that he gets to explore now.

He smirks, voice low and full of mischief. “Oh? And what do we have here?”

His finger trails slowly along the edge of your garter, eyes glinting as he looks up at you. “You trying to kill me, Mrs. Gojo? Cause this is dangerous.” You bite your lip, eyes on his. “I knew you’d like it.”

He chuckles under his breath, but it’s low and quiet now, like he’s suddenly remembering this isn’t just fun - it’s his. All of it.

Slowly, worshipfully, he slides his hand under the garter, peeling it down with gentle care. You shiver under his touch. 

He drags the lace down your thigh, eyes following every inch, lips brushing your skin as he goes. When it’s off, he presses a kiss to the spot it once hugged, and the tenderness of it makes your chest ache. 

Then his fingers trail up again, curling around your thighs. His palms are warm and reverent as he parts your legs wider, settling between them like it’s where he’s always belonged. The thin strip of your thong is soaked through, barely hanging on. His breath hitches when he sees it. 

“God, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough. “This is almost unfair.” 

You reach for the front of his shirt, fumbling at the last buttons with shaky fingers until it falls open. He leans up just long enough for you to slide it off his shoulders, and then your hands are at his belt. 

“You gonna help me out of this, sweetheart?” he teases, voice husky with anticipation. You nod, biting your lip, and work the buckle open, fingers brushing over the hard line of him under his slacks. He groans low in his throat, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. 

When his pants are finally gone, he dips back down and kisses your inner thigh. Then, without a word, he hooks your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between them. 

Your gasp fills the room, hands flying to his hair. He licks and sucks with slow precision, savoring you like something sweet and sacred. His tongue moves with purpose, each stroke dragging another moan from your lips. One of his hands presses gently on your stomach, keeping you in place as your back arches off the bed. 

“Satoru-” you whimper, legs trembling. 

He looks up at you, lips glistening, pupils blown. “You taste like heaven,” he murmurs. 

You’re still catching your breath when he moves back up your body, kissing your stomach, your chest, your throat. You reach down, wrapping your hand around him, stroking slowly as his breath stutters against your collarbone. 

Then you’re shifting, trading places, lowering yourself between his legs. He watches you with a lazy, blissed out grin, brushing your hair back as you take him in your mouth. His hand moves to your cheek, thumb tracing your jaw as his head falls back with a moan. 

“Fuck, baby…” he pants. “Just like that.” 

When he can’t take any more, he pulls you up gently, kissing you deep and slow, tasting himself on your tongue. What’s left of your lingerie is barely clinging to your body - only your delicate thong, thin and soaked, your veil forgotten on the sheets. 

He presses you back against the pillows, kneeling between your legs. His fingers hook into your thong and push it aside murmuring something about how its so tiny it’s barely even there.  

He lines himself up, eyes locked on yours. You feel him press in, slow and steady, and both of you gasp at the stretch and the heat. 

He stills for a moment once he’s fully inside, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispers. 

He starts to move - slow, deep thrusts that have you clinging to his back, moaning into his mouth. The rhythm is torturously tender at first, like he’s trying to memorize how it feels to be inside you on your first night as husband and wife. 

And after minutes of torturously slow and deep thrusts – nails raking his back, your thighs trembling – you clutch him tighter all breathless and needy. “Please...harder toru. I want more.”  

His eyes flash with something primal. He growls softly and shifts his angle, snapping his hips harder, faster. You cry out, head tipping back as pleasure crashes over you. 

He holds you close, arm wrapped around your back, driving into you with everything he has. The bed creaks beneath you, the air thick with your moans and the sound of skin against skin. His name spills from your lips over and over.  

You cum with a broken, high pitched cry, your whole body seizing around him as the pleasure crashes through you like a wave, all consuming and bright. Your thighs tremble where they’re wrapped around his waist, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you gasp his name like it’s the only word you remember.

The way your pussy tightens - wet, fluttering, desperate - pulls a deep groan from his chest. He’s barely holding on, hips stuttering as he buries himself to the hilt, grinding against you like he can’t get close enough.

“Fuck, baby, I-“ he chokes out, eyes locked on yours, blue and wild and shining with something raw. “I love you so much,” he whispers.

And then he’s cumming too, deep inside you, cock pulsing with every hot wave of release. His arms wrap tight around you, like his whole body’s trying to hold you still while he pours everything into you. He presses his forehead to yours, breath tangled with yours, voice rough and full of reverence as he groans your name like a prayer.

Even after it’s over, he doesn’t pull away. His cock stays nestled deep, twitching with the aftershocks, and his arms don’t loosen. You feel his lips brush your cheek, your jaw, your neck, over and over - soft, adoring like he can’t stop touching you, like this is the only place he ever wants to be.

Then when he does pull out, you just lie there, tangled together, skin to skin, hearts pounding. 

Eventually, he kisses your temple and murmurs, “We really did it.”

You smile, eyes closed. “We really did.” 

You have sex a few more times, slow and unhurried, as if neither of you want the night to end.  And by the time the clock hits 4am, you’re both breathless and fucked out, tangled in the sheets and each other. 

It’s perfect. 

P.s. I can’t live like this. Someone commit me already 😭. I NEED him.

[dandelionwishh]

🖤 The Kyoto Deal

Pairing: ModernAU!SukunaxReader

Description: You’re in his lap when his phone rings. Quick Drabble I thought about and had to write down. Yuji gets attitude. You get kisses.

Warnings: Flirty domestic Sukuna, modern AU ft. Younger brother Yuji

Note: In my AU, Sukuna owns a successful Gym empire (Ryomen Strength™️) and multiple luxury properties…and yes - he’s obsessed with you.

You’re cuddled into him on the couch, warm and content. His arm is slung across your shoulders, thumb tracing circles on your collarbone because you’re all his tonight. His other hand rests on your thigh, big and solid and yours. The TV’s playing something neither of you are watching, he’s too busy kissing your neck like he has nowhere else to be.

And he doesn’t…until his phone buzzes on the coffee table. He doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, Sukuna drags his lips along your neck, slow - like he’s saying you’re the only thing on his mind right now, then nips your skin like a punishment for the interruption.

“Stay still,” he murmurs, voice low against your neck. “I’m not done with you.”

You giggle, amused and breathless. He finally snatches the phone up and answers - still holding you, still warm.

Sukuna (dryly): “What.”

You hear Yuji’s voice clear as day, echoing faintly from the phone.

Yuji: “Bro, can I crash at your Kyoto place for a few days?”

Sukuna exhales through his nose. Not annoyed, more like judging.

Sukuna: “What, you think that house is just sitting pretty for me? It’s making me money.”

You lightly elbow him. He glances down at you. Your expression says, don’t be mean to your little brother, please. It hurts me. You mouth, Let him stay.

He raises a brow at you. Then sighs dramatically.

Sukuna (into phone): “Fine. Stay. But next time i’m hauling racks of 200 pound steel plates, or installing those mirrors in the studio, your ass better be there.”

Yuji: “What? But im not staying in Tokyo right now-“

Sukuna: “Cry me a river. You want the bed or not?”

Yuji: “…Fine. Thanks, asshole.”

Sukuna: “Love you too.”

He hangs up. You snort and snuggle into his chest.

“You’re mean.”

“I’m smart, and he’s barely an adult,” he says, smug, tugging you back into his lap with a hand on your hip. “And if anyone’s getting the king suite in Kyoto, it’s you.”

You roll your eyes, but giggle at his warmth anyway. He won’t say it out loud but you know. He cares. About both of you.