procastinatingbitch

[procastinatingbitch]

the only drawback to making kento a father is the lack of 'alone time' you now get.

he was made to be a dad, there’s no doubt about it. he’s the perfect contender, stern but patient and understanding and so infatuated with fatherhood that you almost don’t mind the nightly interruptions.

almost. the sound of little padding footsteps leading up to your closed bedroom door gives you a trauma response now. how your husband can hold himself above you, inches away from dipping inside your sweet center, and still remain kind-eyed and cheery when your daughter starts banging on the shut door to be let in is beyond you.

he's a good man. you hate him for it.

maybe you just need sex. you've been deprived of your husband's body for so long that you're going stir crazy, in a sense. he did marry you with a vow of servitude, after all.

thank god for takuma and his wide eyes. he looks like a deer in headlights as he stands at your front door, a huge bag of toys and snacks and just-in-case diapers in one hand and your daughters tiny hand wrapped around two fingers of his other hand. she beams up at uncle ino, ready to spend a night away from home (and get unreasonably spoilt in the process).

"no snacks after her teeth are brushed. and she's developed a penchant for climbing—don't let her do that. and if she comes home with even a mark, ino, i will be breaking each and every last one of your bones, starting with the toes and moving upwards until i reach your—"

"i think he gets the point, love," you place a gentle hand on your husbands tense bicep. "please stop threatening to snap takuma's bones."

ino, who is probably going over his last will and testament in his head, forces a grin. "loud and clear, she's safe with me."

"mhm," your husband can only eye him for so long before your daughter is tugging uncle ino away and leaving the two of you in the foyer.

finally alone. just you, your husband, and his teething paranoia. he's darting to the front window and peeking through it like a yappy dog would as their owner leaves. it’s cute. you feel bad for the future-teenage version of your daughter, who will have to deal with a man like kento nanami as her father. but now she’s just a baby and in the safe (albeit shaky) care of uncle ino, and you are vying for an orgasm or six.

“ken, honey."

his eyes are stuck outside.

"kento."

still stuck. you never thought the other woman would be sporting butterfly clips and drool as a statement piece.

"oh my fucking god kento nanami if you do not fuck me right now i will take that little sword of yours and stick it so far up your— oh hi."

he's standing in front of you before you know it, with your face held firmly in his hands and an awfully stern look on his face.

"my love," he drags his thumb from your cheek, down to your bottom lip. "first of all, i have every intention of ravaging you until you're so full of me that you don't have the mind to beg for more. and second, it's more of a cleaver than a sword."

"okay nerd," you pull your man into a deep kiss, one much more intimate than you've been allowing yourself of late. kento takes the lead easily, slipping his tongue past your lips in a way he'd never dare to do over the breakfast table.

before you can register your movements, the two of you are stumbling like drunk teens up to your bedroom, a garment of clothing lost with each step to the door. you loosen your husbands tie and drop it to the ground, and he manages to unclasp your bra just as his back hits the bed and you're falling on top of him in a mess of gross kisses and shared laughter.

it's sweet, until kento tires of the homely teasing and flips you over to press his heavy body (and even heavier cock, it seems) against yourself. your legs part naturally, as they will ever do for the man you love, and kento trails kiss after kiss from your neck all the way down to the dripping mess of your cunt.

when he latches his lips to your clit you gasp and shoot your hand down to his hair. he loves it being pulled, admitted to you after a drink too many that he finds in degrading in a way that is only pleasurable coming from you: he's sensitive to that sort of stuff, so you tug lightly at his blond locks until your fingers snag against something hard.

"what's in your hair?" you manage between moans as ken savours his most favourite meal.

he pulls away for a second, resting his cheek against your parted (and already shaky) thigh as you comb through his hair with your fingers once more and pullout not one, but two hot pink butterfly clips that you were looking for only this morning.

"oh," your husband smiles when he sees them. "i got a princess makeover last night. i stopped her before she could go looking for makeup but she did manage to find those."

"they suit you," you smile, and clip them back into his hair. it look silly, but it keeps his hair from sticking to his forehead in the heat of things, so you look past the glitter. "you're a good dad, you know?"

kento presses a kiss to your clit, which has your breath hitch in your throat, before rising up to climb over you once again. his cock is heavy and pulsing with heat as it rests against you, but ken denies himself for a moment in favour of pressing a very sweet kiss to your lips. you can taste yourself on his smile.

"thank you for making me a dad," he kisses your cheek next, and then your forehead. "and thank you for everything else you have given me in our marriage."

"all those orgasms..." you muse, which earns you a small laugh from your lover.

"oh indeed," he reaches down and lines himself up with you. "you always know just how to set the mood. very sentimental, you are."

"it's what you married me for," you lift your hips a little to help your husband in. "isn't it? you just love the way i—oh god, ken."

he pushes into you niiice and slow, feeling the way you stretch around him. it's been a while, so the usual ache of accommodating his unfair size is more of a burn this time through, but kento's lips against your neck are a nice distraction. he's slow and sweet and so in love with you that you can feel it in the way he fills you up. or maybe you're just delusional from the dick.

"love the way you feel," he finishes your sentence. drawing his hips back only a little to get you used to his movements, he presses his next kiss to your shoulder. "love the way you look."

"you don't need to flatter me. you're already inside of me."

kento bites the skin of your shoulder and picks up the pace to really start fucking you. "love the way you can take a compliment without being a smartass about it."

"god, kento," you can only manage a few words before he's adjusting his thrusts to brush against your g spot with each movement in and out. "it's so much."

"i love how well you take me," he goes on. "i love your heart. and i love your body. and i love your idiotic jokes. and i love how you smell."

"ken..."

"and i love—" kento runs a hand down your left arm to take your hand in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips before pressing a long kiss to your wedding band "—how i'm all yours."

not his, yours. he's made it very clear since your first date (which was more of a study-situation than anything, that he is all yours. your property. your lover. your shoulder to cry on and your life partner and the man who would burn down cities for you and your kid.

and the only man who could fill you this deep and still be romantic about it. he fucks you like that until your legs are locked around his waist and you're begging him to fill you up with his load.

and of course he obliges, because anything you ask for he will give you enthusiastically. he rubs your clit until you're blanking on your own name and cumming in beautiful synchronisation with him. kento spills deep inside of you with a breathy groan and even then still manages to fuck you through your orgasm until he's softening inside of you and you're trying ultra hard not to cry from the overwhelming love (and pleasure) you're feeling.

and as he holds himself over you, smiling down at you like he didn't just possibly breed you out again, all you can do is look up at him with teary eyes and laugh at the ridiculous pink butterfly clips on his head.

"you're so pretty," you giggle, reaching up between your sweaty bodies to tap on the clips. "my manly husband."

"god," he groans, dropping his head down to your chest. you laugh some more, now with an even better view of his accessories, until he steals your laughter altogether with a sharp bite to your nipple.

"ow, fuck! that is not how a princess behaves."

"you are going to be the death of me."

[procastinatingbitch]

୨୧ — The divorce papers had been signed that afternoon, three years of marriage reduced to legal documents and a splitting of assets… That’s how Nanami found himself at the local bar, liquid amber burning down his throat, tie loosened, the weight of his wedding ring suddenly unbearable… 

Then you walked in.

Twenty-one, maybe twenty-two. College girl written in the innocent tilt of your yellow sundress, the way it clings to your waist, your breasts, the hem flirtatiously brushing against your thighs.

You look so sweet, he thought. A drink like the ones the men were buying you would surely corrupt your pretty mouth, but you sipped with an ease that spoke of experience, even when you cringe at the taste, making the guys around you laugh. 

It made him think about his wife -his ex wife now- the last time they made love, when she bit her lips to hold back a moan, as if afraid someone might hear. He wondered what noises you would make if you were on top of him, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust up into your tight pussy. 

Would you call out his name? Moan like a whore? Would you beg him to go harder? Deeper? Or would you be shy, too embarrassed to ask for what you really wanted, forcing him to take what he wants, making you take it?

He shook his head and knocked back the rest of his whiskey, trying to clear his mind. You were far too young, far too innocent... Nanami looked away... He had no right to feel this way about a female he didn't know, a girl that had her whole life ahead of her.

You ordered something sweet and fruity while he nursed his drink, watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear. And then, your eyes met his.

He doesn't remember buying you drinks. Doesn't remember the conversation that led to your hand on his thigh, your breath wine-sweet against his ear as you whispered, "I know somewhere quiet."

But he remembers his Lexus. God, he'll never forget the damn Lexus. 

"Fuck-" The word tears from his throat as you sink down onto him, your tight cunt splitty open around his cock like you were made for this moment. The leather seats creak beneath you both, divorce papers scattered on the floor like confetti celebrating his rebirth.

You were so goddamn young, so wet, so eager- everything his ex wife hadn't been in years, and my god... You're so fucking tight it hurts, and he's so fucking thick you can barely breathe around the stretch. Your sundress is hiked up around your waist, his hands fisted in the fabric and your hair- his wedding ring catching strands as he holds you against his body.

"You- mph - you're going to ruin me," His hips jerk up involuntarily, "aren't you?" driving deeper, and you cry out like he's hitting some spot inside of you that only a man like him can reach. He's massive- way more massive than you initially thought, thick enough that your eyes water, that your cunt burns trying to stretch around him. The head of his cock forcing your walls apart, claiming every inch as you slowly take him to the base. 

Nanami can feel you trying to adjust to his size, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each bounce as you babble incoherently- "S'too-m'fuckfuckfuck-sh'too big!!" tears leaking from your eyes, "don' ev-even know -hah - your n-name!"

His name is Nanami, but that doesn't matter... He felt how your pussy clenched at your words. You were getting off on the wrongness of the situation, just like he was. The depravity of it- this older man using your young body, his wedding ring cool against your skin. 

You don't know him, don't care who he is, and that makes this all the more exciting.

His lips crash against yours, swallowing every little noise you make as he ruts up into your heat, the windows fogging up, the car shaking with the force of his thrusts.

"S'doesn't matter," is all he says, his voice low, husky while his one hand guides your hips in a rhythm that makes his vision blur.

The condom stretches tight around him, already straining from how hard he is, how deep he's buried inside your young cunt. He can feel your orgasm building in the tremor of your thighs, the way your breath comes in desperate little gasps.

When you come, you scream. Actually scream, head thrown back like a religious experience, and your pussy clamps down so hard he sees stars. The sensation drags out his own climax, his hips lifting clean off the seat as he empties himself into the latex barrier. 

The condom swells inside you, and you whimper at the added pressure, grinding down like you want to milk every last drop from him. Your cunt spasms around the intrusion, wringing another orgasm from your oversensitive nerves.

Afterward, you collapse against his chest, both of you breathing like survivors... His wedding ring still tangled in your hair... 

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It happens again a week later. Then again. And again.

Always his car. Always that same desperate hunger, like he’s trying to fuck the loneliness out of himself. You learn to take him easier, your body adapting to his size, but he never gets used to how perfectly you fit around him.

"Missed this," he groans against your neck as he bends you over in the backseat, your sundress -a different one, pink this time- bunched around your waist, pink lace panties ripped and tossed in the front seat, "Thought about you all week."

His cock twitches inside you, and the way his hands grip your waist possessively, you believe him.

You feel his breath hitch when you start to move against him, grinding your hips back against his, feeling him so deep you could choke on it, the head of his cock pressing so hard- nestled against the opening of your womb. You swear if you looked down you’d see a perfect outline of it stretching out your stomach.

With a cock-drunk smile you can't help but imagine him coming inside you, painting the deepest part of you with his seed. "Mmn, missed this, too, Nanami-san~" you gasp sweetly, the confession falling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

He wants to say more, his tongue heavy with words unspoken- "missed you", "you're beautiful", "god, I can't get enough of you"… He always wants to say more.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he fucks you like he owns you, like your young cunt exists solely for his pleasure.

He never gives you his number, never takes you anywhere but his car, and when he pulls out, the condom is always filled to the brim with his cum- stretched obscenely with your arousal coating the outside.

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Three weeks later after he's fucked you stupid in his car, he asks you, "Come home with me tonight." The words are quiet, almost uncertain.

You look up at him from where you’re starting to doze off against his chest, "Your place?"

"My place." His fingers trace patterns on your bare shoulder, "Stay the night."

His apartment is exactly what you’d expected- minimalist, expensive, cold. But his bed is warm, and he fucks you properly there, taking his time to explore your body, to discover the things that made those pretty lashes flutter, those gorgeous lips moan his name., "K-Kento~♡!"

He’s so gentle, so slow, making you come so many times that by the time you finally pass out, the sheets were soaked, his cock still buried deep inside with a condom so full of cum, it nearly split at the seams.

That night Nanami watches you sleep, the way your hair fans out around your face, the little snores escaping your parted lips. He brushes a lock of hair from your cheek, a sudden ache in his chest as he sighs, "What am I doing?" This was wrong, "I'm too old for you," he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours while gathering you in his arms, "This can't be a long-term thing…"

His voice trails off, the warmth of your body against his pulling him under.

"This can't be a long-term thing," he repeats the words in his dreams, and it sounds like a lie.

In the morning, he makes coffee and breakfast… Actual pancakes, not the instant kind from your dorm.

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It becomes routine. Your toothbrush joins his, the spare pajamas in his drawer are yours, and his apartment begins to smell like flowers and the perfume you wear. He drops you off at lectures, picks you up after. Pays for textbooks without blinking. Watches you study at his kitchen table while he cooks dinner, domestic in a way that terrifies him.

Nanami even learns your coffee order at Starbucks- extra vanilla syrup, always, because you're still young and believe sweetness won't hurt you. When the barista flirts with you, his jaw tightens, the way his hand tightens around his own cup. You thought at first that it was just anger, irritation at the line, but-

"Jealous?" You ask as the two of you exit the store, sipping your drinks.

"Why would I be jealous?" He responds coolly, even though his heart is hammering. He keeps trying to tell himself that this isn't an exclusive thing, even if he does call you his pretty girl while you bounce on his cock. It isn't exclusive… even though he bought a new bed to accommodate both of you. A king sized bed, the most comfortable one in the store, because his favorite thing is watching you fall apart beneath him, above him, against him… falling asleep with your scent in his lungs, waking up to your sleepy smile…

You're free to date whoever you want… but the thought makes his stomach churn…

"Beeeecause~ the cute barista was totally hitting on me," You grin, "He even gave me his number on the napkin."

"Oh?" His tone is disinterested, but his jaw ticks, and there's something dark in his eyes when he looks at you.

"Yeah, see," You show him the napkin, and sure enough, the guy had wrote his name and phone number, and-

Nanami stops.

The napkin even has a little note scribbled at the bottom, a flirtatious one saying, Call Me Anytime Cutie ;).

And that's when Nanami snaps.

He drags you back to his car, his grip bruising, and when you look up at him with those big eyes, lashes fluttering innocently… the idea that someone else might touch you like this, might hear the noises you make when you're close, might get to see the look on your face when you come undone, and god, the way you say his name…

Fuck.

He doesn't want to share.

He's become possessive.

And that afternoon he proves it. Has you bent over the hood of his car in the parking garage, splitting you open with his cock while he growls about who you belong to. Your pussy gripping him like a vice, your juices running down the car and dripping onto the cement below as he fucks you harder than he ever has- condom threatening to split around his cock with every thrust.

"Y-Yes!!!~♡," you sob, because it's true. Because somewhere between the first time he made you come and now, you became his completely.

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One morning Nanami comes home after his run, a rare day off, and finds you sitting at his table in the kitchen, dressed only in his button-up, the one he wore to work the day before. Yout hair is still sleep mussed, your favorite mug of his in your hand, and its like his breath leaves him, his heart hammering against his ribs, because for the first time in a long time… Nanami Kento is happy.

He loves you…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be here like this- wife like and wearing his shirt. Greeting him each night he comes home late… 

Shit…

Nanami Kento was completely and utterly in love with you.

The realization hits him like a truck, and his mouth at that moment goes dry.

As you turn to him, eyes still sleepy, he also realizes he wants to memorize this moment, to preserve it forever- the early morning sun casting a beautiful glow on your skin, the soft curve of your bare shoulder. 

"Mornin', Kento," you smile at him, and he can’t take it anymore. He can’t hide this from you any longer. 

"Come here," 

"Mm? What's up?"

"Just-" He can’t speak, not properly, so he grabs your wrist in the most gentle way he can manage and tugs you from your seat, pressing you flush against his body, his hand finding your cheek, thumb tracing your lower lip.

"K-Kento, what are y-"

"I love you."

Your eyes widen, lips parting, and for a second he’s terrified. Worried that this will change everything, and then- 

"I-I love you, too. I just-" You look away for a moment, the sweetest blush spreading across your face- your smile the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, "I just didn’t know how you would- I didn’t want to scare you away…" 

God, you could never scare him away. Never. And a part of him hated himself for ever making you feel that way. That the only reason you didn't tell him is because you thought it would drive him away. 

"I love you," he breathes again, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head, his forehead pressing against yours, "So much. You could never scare me away, darling."

The kiss that followed was everything he's ever wanted. Soft, sweet and loving- everything a first kiss should be, and when the two of you part, he whispers your name against your lips, as if trying to reassure himself that this was real.

That night he takes you in his arms, carrying you up to the king size bed so that he can show you just how much he loves you. To show you just how serious he is about you. 

"No condom tonight," he whispers in your ear, his arms wrapped around you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pulls back to look at your face. 

"Mn," You nod, "Sounds fun~, but you know I’m-"

"I know… You're not on the pill," he interrupts, the corners of his mouth quirking up, "but we'll just have to deal with the consequences, won't we?"

The consequences… 

He’s never sounded so happy about anything. 

"I want to feel you," he breathes, rolling his hips, slowly, deeply, tenderly as he nudges against your entrance, "want to fill you up properly… Make you really mine," he kisses your cheek, "Make a family."

"Ahhn~♡," the moan that is drawn from your lips as his cock sinks into was music to his ears. No latex, no barrier between your bodies, just thick, bare cock spreading you open. It was indescribable- the way he filled you up, the heat of his length, every vein and ridge rubbing deliciously along the sensitive walls of your pussy. 

"God, you're perfect," he groans, and when his cock kisses your womb, his hips twitch involuntarily. The thought of his seed flooding your deepest parts was far too alluring- painting your walls white, coating the entrance of your womb, the image of your belly round and heavy with his child making his cock throb inside of you.

"Please~♡" gasping as he fills you completely- not just with his cock, but with the promise of something more permanent. 

He cums inside you that night, and every night after, marking you as his in the most intimate way possible. 

This started with divorce papers and whiskey, but it had become something else entirely. Something that tastes like forever and feels like coming home.

[procastinatingbitch]

hell yeah sister 😫

I wanna write a hurt/no comfort cheating oneshot so bad!!! One that will upset everyone 😭😭😭 like modern arranged gojo is a whore, has a mistress etc, so reader fucks her boss Nanami feeling unwanted for YEARS. (Gojo just fucks her for having a baby but prefers his girl) and like Nanami falls in love with her and gives perfect backshots 😌😌 so she ends up backing away and turns down gojo!!! So gojo loses it and actually wants her bc he's dumb asf, but it's too late and reader ends up fucking nanami and coming home with marks!!! And she ends up with Nanami and gojo ends up alone sad????

Thats my brain talk me out of it 😭😭🤣 can I even do hurt no comfort? (I guess reader would get comfort from Nanami’s dick ✨️)

[procastinatingbitch]

BLOODLINE

───✦ DILF! GOJO X READER

♡ summary: sure, the food looked good, but you were eyeing a completely different meal. good thing satoru is always happy to serve! p1

♡ wc: 6.2k

♡ content warnings: fem! babysitter! reader, dilf! older! gojo, age gap, groping, best friends brother (bfb), divorced, babysitting, mention of kids, breéding kink, big díck gojo, mating press, reader is down bad, meeting family, overstim, unprotected, water guns, hot tub, multiple rounds implied, established relationship, p in v, creampíes, praise. this is p2; however, this can be read separately.

♡ a/n: happy 1k!!! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ -`♡´-

The summer heat pressed down like a thick blanket, the kind that made the air hum and your skin prickle the second you stepped outside. But the smell of sizzling ribs and chlorine from the pool brought it all back— sticky-sweet childhood summers when you were younger. When Satoru was just your best friend’s annoyingly hot older brother.  

Now?  

Now, he was leaning over the grill, his white hair pushed back with a careless hand, his broad shoulders emphasized by the floral patterns of his Hawaiian shirt. Fatherhood had softened him in some places, the curve of his waist where your hands fit just right. He turned, catching you staring, and flashed you that famous million-dollar smile. “Took you long enough.”  

You adjusted your hoop earrings—the ones he’d picked out a few months ago. You walked over, the grass warm under your sandals. “Had to make sure I looked good for your little fan club.” You nodded toward his aunties and cousins sipping wine coolers under the umbrella.  

He huffed a laugh, swiping a thumb over the condensation of his pop before pressing it to the back of your neck. You gasped at the cold, but his hand lingered, rough and warm.  

“They ain’t the ones I’m tryna impress,” he murmured. You scoffed, wiping the water from off of the can off of your neck. His arms found their way around your waist, pulling you into a kiss. He smelled like meat and charcoal. You stepped back, smoothing your skirt as the heat from his touch lingered longer than you’d admit. Satoru’s eyes flicked down, shameless and smug, before he reached out and pulled you into him, just enough for a hug. Not one of those awkward side things, either. Full arms. Real warm. Real secure. His palm flattened between your shoulders, the other sliding briefly down your back before letting go. He kissed your cheek, right near the edge of your jaw. A blink-and-you-miss-it thing. Quick. Careful. Nevertheless, it still had your stomach flipping.

“That’s all I get?” you murmured, pretending to pout.

His grin was slow. “Tryna behave, baby. Kids around.”

You glanced at the little cousins running around with water guns and sticky red fingers, then back at him. “For once.”

He held his hands up like he deserved a medal. “Personal.”

You snorted and stepped away, catching your reflection in the glass door for a second as you adjusted your hoops. 

“Gonna go say hey,” you said, nodding toward the circle of lawn chairs where the aunties and older cousins were parked with drinks and gossip.

Satoru smirked, flipping the patty with one hand. “Good luck.”

“I don’t need luck. I already know half of them.”

“Exactly. That’s why I said good luck.”

You shook your head and walked off, your sandals making soft thuds against the patio stone. The sun was beating down, catching on your skin in a way that made you feel a little glossy, like you’d been kissed by heat instead of just surviving it. Your shoulders rolled back naturally, not on purpose, but you knew how to move when people were watching. Especially his people.

“There she is!” someone called out, loud and sweet.

You smiled before you even saw who it was. Mari, Satoru’s cousin on his dad’s side. She stood up and pulled you into a quick hug, plastic cup in one hand, acrylics catching the light like little prisms. “Girl, you look cute. That outfit? Adorable. Make sure to send me where you got that top,” she whistled, getting easily distracted as one of the kids hit their uncle with a water gun. 

“Ohhh, is that who I think it is?” one of the aunties said, voice lilting with curiosity.

You smiled respectfully. “Hi, long time.”

“Mhm, very long,” another said, tilting her sunglasses to get a better look at you. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you?”

“Trying to,” you said, the corner of your mouth pulling up. “It’s really good to see everyone.”

Mari gave you a once-over—not shady, just thorough, like cousins do. “Last time we saw you, Sae was hopping between you and Veronica,” she laughed, reminiscing at his birthday party. 

A few of them laughed, and you smiled with a small shake of your head. “That was some time ago,”

“C’mon, take a seat, it's too hot to be standing around.” Mari patted down on the seat next to him, facing the pool. It was far enough away not to be in the range of water. You smiled, taking a seat, knowing what this trap entailed. 

You barely sat down before Mari smirked over her wine cooler. “So. You and Satoru, huh?"

You took the drink she offered. “Yeah."

Auntie Lynn—who was really just Utahime’s 34-year-old cousin—nearly choked on her wine cooler. "Oh, we definitely need to hear this."

You shrugged, playing it cool. “Ain’t much to tell. He needed a babysitter. I needed a job. Then one day it just clicked.” You summarized not giving too much to run with. 

“And the rest is biblical." Mari finished, cackling.  

You tipped your can at her. “Exactly."

Mari fake-gagged. “Ugh. Y’all are disgusting now."

You lifted your drink in salute. “Gotta give the people what they want.”

Auntie Lynn leaned over from her lawn chair, her sunglasses pushed halfway down her nose. “And now he's a family man with matching slides.” 

“Mmm,” Mari hummed like a warning, sipping her wine cooler. “They don’t need encouragement.”

You just smiled, easily. “Ask him, not me. I was minding my business.”

“Sure,” Utahime said behind you, her voice bone-dry. “That’s what you call it.”

You turned just in time for her to slide into the open seat next to you, elbow knocking against yours like muscle memory. Her hair was piled high and pinned with a claw clip that was definitely more for aesthetics than hold. She glanced at your half-finished drink and took a sip like it was hers.

“This is gross,” she said.

You shrugged. “That’s why I gave it to you.”

She huffed and stretched her legs out, resting her ankles on the edge of Mari’s chair without asking. “You look good. That skirt is doing numbers.”

“You helped me pick it.”

“And I take full credit,” she said. “You’re lucky I like you, walking around here in that little cardigan like you’re not corrupting the family function.”

“Corrupting?” Mari raised a brow. “You see how he looked at her?”

Utahime grinned, devil in her molars. “Like he’s tryna figure out if the grill’s hot enough to sear his sins away.”

You groaned. “Can y’all let me live?”

“No,” they said in unison, and honestly, you walked into that one.

The sun had started to dip just slightly, the heat easing from sharp to slow-baked. Someone’s uncle had taken over the grill now, moving with the solemn concentration of a man who believed turning ribs too early was a moral failing. The smell of it drifted over everything—sweet smoke, char, the kind of heat-kissed glaze that clung to your throat even before the first bite.

You stood eventually, pulled by instinct more than anything, and wandered toward the long table by the house. A makeshift buffet had taken shape—foil-covered pans, heavy with good intentions. You peeled one back, letting the steam hit your face. The mac and cheese had that kind of top you had to break through—baked golden, speckled with edges just this side of burnt. A scoop of potato salad waited in the corner, yellow and thick like someone’s auntie refused to measure a single thing. You grabbed a plate and filled it like you’d been here before, because you had. Long enough to know which dishes were made by people who used their elbow to stir and which ones came from store-bought containers, and shame.

Sae padded up beside you on unsteady legs, one hand gripping the hem of your skirt.

“Hungry?” you asked, already bending to scoop him into your hip. His curls were soft with leftover sunscreen, and he smelled like chlorine and apple juice.

He nodded solemnly, sticking two fingers in his mouth. “’Keese?”

You blinked. “Cheese?”

He smacked his lips. “Mmm.”

You fixed him a little plate, half mac, half string beans, soft enough to mush with a plastic fork. He leaned into you while you fed him, opening his mouth like a baby bird and humming after every bite.

“That’s my boy,” Satoru called, sauntering over, all proud grins and sun-tanned forearms. He had barbecue sauce on his knuckles and a smudge on his cheek that made him look too good for your own peace of mind.

“Your boy just betrayed you,” you said. “He asked me for mac and cheese.”

“Traitor,” he said, leaning down to kiss Sae’s forehead anyway. “A soft little backstabber.”

Sae giggled, crumbs around his mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Utahime said, appearing at your other side with a water balloon in hand. “I’m gonna make sure he earns his redemption arc.”

You glanced at her. “You’re not.”

“Oh, I am,” she said, crouching to meet Sae at eye level. “Listen here, tiny menace. You see your daddy?”

Sae looked over.

“Throw this at him.”

She held out the balloon like it was a sacred relic.

Sae’s fingers closed around it, and he gasped like it was treasure.

You sighed. “I’m not going to be the one explaining this to Satoru when he gets soaked.”

“I am,” Utahime said cheerfully. “With evidence. And probably more balloons.”

Before you could stop him, Sae charged forward on his little legs and—miraculously—threw it almost directly at Satoru’s shins. The splash was glorious.

Satoru jumped. “What the-!”

Utahime was already keeled over laughing. “Get his other leg, baby! He’s limping!”

“You’re evil,” you told her.

“Excuse me,” she said between cackles, “I’m building the next generation.”

But you were too busy laughing, shoulders shaking, one hand on your hip as you wiped Sae’s hands clean.

It wasn’t long before the music picked up again. Something familiar, something loud enough to make people rise without thinking.

‘The Wobble’ came on like a spell, and suddenly the lawn was a dance floor.

You saw the signs before it hit—someone shouting “Ayeeee!”, a chair tipping over, a beer can abandoned mid-sip. And in the middle of it all, Satoru stretched like he’d just clocked into work.

You watched him ease into the groove, shoulders swaying, his hips keeping perfect time. It wasn’t even cocky, not at first—just smooth. Like his body remembered the beat before his mind caught up. A little shoulder roll. A perfectly timed pivot. He knew the steps, sure. But he made them look good.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Utahime elbowed you. “Go. He’s showing off.”

You laughed, already stepping into the grass. “He’s about to be real mad when I outdance him.”

He caught your hand just as you joined him, spinning you in like you were a part of the beat. People whistled. His palm skimmed the small of your back. You rolled your hips, shoulders snapping to the left, then the right. He kept pace easily, one hand warm at your waist, the other pointing at you dramatically like the two of you were the only ones there.

Your breath was quick when the song ended, and so was his.

“Still think you can lead?” you asked.

He gave you that grin—the slow, corner-of-the-mouth one. “Only if you let me follow sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes before getting distracted by a group of kids screaming and ducking behind pool floaties like it was warfare. You barely had time to lean back before—

SMACK.

Cold.

Soaking wet.

You looked down. A balloon had exploded right at your hip, drenching your skirt and the edge of your cardigan. You blinked, and across the yard, one of Satoru’s cousins—maybe eight, maybe demon—froze mid-laugh, realizing they’d missed their target.

“My bad!” the kid yelled. “I was aiming for Uncle Satoru!”

You stood slowly, peeling wet fabric from your thigh. “Oh, I know.”

Satoru was already grinning, leaning over to snag a towel off the patio railing. “Looks like you gotta change, sweetheart.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m starting to think you planned this.”

He handed you the towel and lowered his voice. “If I had planned it, you wouldn’t be coming back down.”

You sucked your teeth and turned away before your smile gave you away, making your way into the house. 

The house was mostly quiet—cooler inside, humming with the low buzz of central air and the faint echo of music filtering in from the yard. You kicked off your shoes near the mat. Your tube top had lost the fight too, clinging heavy with cold water and humiliation. Upstairs, the bedroom was dim and cool, the curtains drawn just enough to let the sun slant through in ribbons. Cool to the touch. You peeled off the ruined outfit, tossing the soaked clothes into the clothing bin. 

You could still hear Utahime laughing through the window. Opening the drawer for something else to wear, muttering, “This is why I don’t play with children.” You dug around until your fingers closed around what you were looking for. 

The dress was still folded like a secret between your numerous tank tops and shirts. After drying off, you pulled it over your body, slow, careful. It hugged like it knew you. You adjusted the neckline, turned in the mirror, and pulled your thankfully dry cardigan over your arms. You gave yourself one last look. Head high. Lip gloss still intact. 

The air was thicker now, lazy with smoke and sun. You heard the music first—Return of the Mack this time, someone’s uncle shouting “Ayyye!” like it was his wedding day again. Then came the sharp whistle.

“Y’all. Look who just had a whole transformation!”

You glanced over.

Mari had turned around fully in her lawn chair, oversized sunglasses halfway down her nose, drink sloshing in one hand.

“Okay, body,” she said, real loud, real shameless. “Tell the truth, you went inside and steamed that dress first.”

You laughed, but your face burned. “I got ambushed with a water balloon!”

“That’s what they’re calling it now?” said one of the older cousins—Maya, you thought, sipping on a melted pina colada slushie. “Auntie Lynn said Satoru’s aim’s been off since you got here.”

You gave a tight smile and made your way back toward the chairs, past where a few little kids were crouched behind lawn chairs plotting revenge, and Mari was waving you over like she couldn’t stand being right.

“Listen, we knew you were cute,” Mari said, patting the seat next to her, “but I didn’t realize you were stepping out here looking like that.”

“It was supposed to be backup clothes,” you said, smoothing your cardigan over your arms. “Not a runway.”

“Please. This is exactly why Satoru grilled the ribs like his life depended on it. He’s trying to husband you.”

Mari, still sipping her pink drink, chimed in. “And it’s working.”

“Mmmhmm,” said another auntie—one you hadn’t met properly yet, but she looked like she had known Satoru before he started wearing Digimon pajamas. “He ain’t grilled like that since Sae’s birthday. That was the last time she came over, too, huh?”

“Don’t start conspiracies,” you said, trying to hide your smile. “Y’all worse than the blogs.”

“Baby, the blogs wish they had our sources,” Maya said. “We've been watching Gojo men fall in love since ’87.”

“Every single one,” Mari nodded solemnly. “Started with the ribs. Ended with matching pajamas by Christmas.”

“Oh, look who finally came down dressed like she’s about to steal someone’s man,” Utahime said, coming to take a peek at what you changed into. 

You laughed. “Girl, please. I already did.”

Sae immediately dropped the water gun and waddled over to you, arms lifted. “Up!”

You picked him up again, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder as he patted your chest like he was proud of you. You smoothed his curls back gently, bouncing him on your hip.

“Utahime,” you said, “you cannot weaponize this child just to bully his father.”

“He deserves it. He told everyone at work that I ate Lunchables for dinner.”

“You do eat Lunchables for dinner.”

“Not the point.”

She took a sip of her drink, leaned over to tickle Sae’s foot, and then raised an eyebrow at your outfit. “This dress is trouble. Let me guess—Skims?”

You smirked. “Black maxi. Soft lounge.”

“God help us all,” she muttered. “Satoru’s about to forget his son’s name.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks heating. No need getting shy now, it's not like he hasn't seen the dress before. 

Utahime leaned in. “You’re lucky I love you. If I didn’t, I’d fight you and that dress.”

You laughed, looking away—but then your eyes caught him. You turned with Sae still in your arms and scanned the yard. Sure enough, Satoru was posted up by the speaker now, squatting to mess with the Bluetooth. He noticed you immediately—eyes dragging from the top of your cardigan to the curve of your waist, lips twitching like he couldn’t stop the thought if he tried.

The bass buzzed through the ground as he hit a button, and the music shifted again—something slower, smoother. You recognized it on the first few beats: Can’t Get Enough by Tamia.

He turned around, caught you watching. Didn’t say anything, just smirked, “That man has been inching closer all day,” Auntie Lynn whispered beside you.

“Not y’all doing commentary,” you muttered.

Maya grinned. “You gonna get up and dance or what?”

Before you could even answer, Satoru strolled up and held his hand out—no words, just the grin and that cocky head tilt like he knew you wouldn’t say no.

“Please don’t trip,” Mari whispered like it was church.

You took his hand, handing Sae over to the impatient Utahime, heart ticking louder than the bass, and let him guide you toward the makeshift lawn dance floor. Satoru’s hand found your hand, “You always know how to make an entrance,” he said low, near your ear.

“They need to practice with Hime.”

He smiled. “Looked good wet.”

You rolled your eyes, biting your cheek. “We’re dancing. Not flirting.”

“Why not both?”

You didn’t answer. Just let him pull you in closer, following the steps with the line in front of you. The song curled around you, familiar, warm. His fingers traced circles low on your back, thumb grazing skin where your cardigan had slid a little, messing up your rhythm just a little. You were breathless. Not from the dancing. Just from him.

Just then—

Splat. 

A stream of water shot out on the lawn next to Satoru’s foot. He didn’t flinch. You jumped back with a curse.

You both looked over at the bushes where Sae and Utahime were hiding, barely. Satoru shook his head slowly, deadpan. “Betrayed. By my own blood.”

Utahime stood up, dusting off her knees. “I didn’t teach him that,” she said, grinning. “I taught him to aim. Different.”

Sae squealed and shot a second one, this one weaker, arcing and landing with soft droplets at Satoru’s feet.

“Your days are numbered,” Satoru called out, pointing at his son like he was delivering a curse.

You covered your mouth to hold in your laugh, but it escaped anyway. Sae started giggling wildly and ran straight for you, latching onto your leg like a safe zone. Utahime followed behind him with a shrug and a mischievous smirk.

By the time the sun dipped low enough to kiss the treetops, the party had started peeling off in layers—coolers closed, paper plates stacked high, lawn chairs folded with lazy thuds. Little kids, sticky and exhausted, were passed off to parents. Someone passed around the last slice of pie like it was gold.

“You sure you don’t need help cleaning up?” Mari asked, already slinging her purse over her shoulder.

“Nah,” Satoru waved her off, Sae still perched on his hip. “I got it.”

Mari gave you a look. The lingering look. The “I know what’s about to happen here” look.

You raised a brow. “What?”

She smirked. “Nothing. Just… don’t fall in the pool. That dress looks like it’d melt.”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but she was already walking away, waving dramatically over her shoulder. “Love y’all!”

You shook your head, watching as her car backed down the driveway. One by one, tail lights blinked out into the dusk.

Utahime was last. She stayed behind to help toss out juice boxes and herd kids into the right shoes, her ponytail now messy and damp with sweat.

She hugged you tightly before she left. “Text me if he gets on your nerves.”

“I’ll have you on speed dial.”

She grinned. “I got water balloons in the trunk, just say the word.”

Then she bent low, pressing a quick kiss to Sae’s chubby cheek. “Bye, little traitor. Auntie loves you.”

Sae waved a sleepy hand, half-awake against Satoru’s chest.

And then it was just the three of you. The house, quiet now except for the faint buzz of cicadas and the soft clink of bottles being gathered.

You looked around at the backyard, the scattered plastic cups and deflated balloons, the abandoned towels and water guns. It was like the air had exhaled. Satoru shifted Sae in his arms. The toddler’s eyes were barely open.

���Gonna put him down,” Satoru said softly, voice lowered like instinct. “You okay out here?”

You nodded, brushing hair out of your face. “Yeah. I’ll finish up the cups.”

He started toward the sliding door but paused, glanced back. “Hey.”

You looked up.

“You were really beautiful today.”

You blinked, a smile tugging at your mouth. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean—like, stupid beautiful,” he said, stepping backward through the doorway, still watching you. “You looked like… if I wasn’t careful, I’d mess around and fall.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Go put your kid to bed.”

He grinned and disappeared into the house.

You finished collecting the last of the cups and wine cooler bottles, stacking them into the recycling bin by the deck. The sky was deepening into that thick purple-gray, and the first stars blinked out above the rooftops. The smell of charcoal still lingered, warm and faint and familiar.

Ten minutes later, you heard the door slide open again.

“Alright,” Satoru called, voice lower now, stripped of the daytime teasing. “Baby’s out. Long gone. Dreamin’ about mangoes or whatever.”

You turned toward the sound of his voice. He was barefoot, shirt open and hanging loose now, a towel draped over his shoulder. His chain caught the porch light. The way he was looking at you—like he still hadn’t gotten enough—made your pulse jump.

“You coming with or are you gonna leave me in there alone like some abandoned housewife?”

You snorted. “Housewife is crazy.”

“Hot tub’s on. Clean. Eucalyptus soak thing Utahime gave me. Don’t look at me like that—she said it’d help me stop smelling like daycare and tired.”

“Eucalyptus?” 

Satoru grinned. “Don’t act like you don’t like it when I’m in my spa era.”

“Gimme a sec.” You shook your head, laughing as you walked away from him. 

You slipped inside the house without waiting for a reply. Upstairs, you opened the familiar bottom drawer in his dresser—your drawer—and pulled out the bikini you kept there for pool days and last-minute sleepovers. Black, simple, but nothing modest about it. You changed quickly, tied your hair up to avoid getting wet. 

By the time you stepped outside, the sky had fully darkened. That golden-pink haze had cooled into navy blue, stars just beginning to press through the summer night. The backyard looked different in the dark, lit now by the soft uplights built into the stone, casting glows across the hedges and bouncing faintly off the water’s surface.

The hot tub steamed in the corner. Satoru was already in, arms spread over the edge. You dropped your towel on the chaise. He didn’t try to hide the way his eyes dragged over you, head tipping back for a second like he was trying to be respectful but failing anyway.

You sank into the water with a quiet sigh. Heat curled around your legs, your waist, settling under your chest as you leaned in beside him. 

“You trying to impress me?”

Satoru slipped into the hot tub with a quiet hiss. “I’ve been trying. All day.”

You stepped down after him, the warm water wrapping around your legs as you sank in. It was deeper than you expected, clean, quiet. The sound of the pool filter hummed faintly in the background. He stretched out, arms resting behind you along the edge. Your knee brushed his. Neither of you moved away.

“Bet you think this is real smooth, huh?” you asked.

“It is smooth,” he said, voice low now. “What’s not smooth is me trying to kiss you in front of Auntie Lynn while she’s holding a White Claw.”

You laughed under your breath. “She’d never let you live it down.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t.”

He shifted closer. Your leg touched his again. This time, he kept it there.

“She kept giving me looks all day,” you said.

“Half of ‘em were for me. You should’ve seen how she grilled me before you even got there.”

You glanced over. “About what?”

He shrugged. “Whether I’m serious. Whether I’m messing with you. Whether I understand what I got.”

“And?” you asked.

Satoru looked at you for a long moment, eyes steady. “I told her I do.”

You went quiet. Not awkward—just thoughtful.

A bubble popped at the surface between you. The backyard was still, the house dark behind you, except for one lamp in the living room. The porch light glowed, soft and low.

“Told me not to mess up what I have.” He looked down at you, his cerulean eyes reflecting the crystal blue water. 

You let him hold it. Not tight. Just enough.

“Then don’t.”

He nodded. “I’m trying.”

“I see that.”

He leaned in a little, close enough to speak right near your cheek. “And you? You trying too?”

You turned your head just enough for your eyes to meet his. “I showed up, didn’t I?”

His breath caught. Not in a dramatic way, just in that shift. He reached out, thumb brushing the outside of your thigh just above the water. “You did more than show up.”

You held his gaze. Everything slowed. The candlelight flickered behind him. Somewhere inside the house, the fridge hummed, and the air conditioning clicked on. It all felt far away.

You leaned in first. Just a little mesmerized by the way his hair appeared slightly blue.

Your lips touched. Quiet. Real. Not hurried or practiced. The kind that didn’t need to be chased, because it was already there. The hot water lapped at your skin as you settled deeper into the tub, the steam curling between you and Satoru in lazy tendrils. He leaned back against the edge, arms spread wide along the rim, watching you with that slow, knowing smirk. The porch light caught the droplets clinging to his collarbones, the water making his skin glisten.

You shifted closer, your knee brushing his under the surface. His lips were warm, a little sweet from the drink he'd been nursing earlier. You sighed into it, letting yourself melt just a fraction. His fingers tightened slightly in your hair, angling your head just how he wanted it. His tongue brushed against yours, and your breath hitched. He hummed, low and pleased, like he'd been waiting for that exact reaction.

His other hand found your waist, dragging you forward until you were straddling his lap, the water sloshing around you. Your thighs bracketed his hips, the heat of him pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. You rocked forward instinctively, and his grip on your neck tightened.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips. "Do that again." You did, slower this time, grinding down just to feel him groan. His hands slid down your back, pulling you even closer, until there was no space left between you.

His mouth moved to your jaw, then your throat, teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper. "Satoru-" His name came out breathless, half a plea, half a warning- but he only hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. His hands slid lower, fingers tracing the dip of your waist before gripping your hips, guiding your movements in slow, deliberate motions.

"That's it," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Just like that."

The water made everything slick, effortless-your bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. His fingers dug in just enough to leave marks, possessive in a way that made your stomach tighten. You could feel him, hard and wanting, pressed against your bikini bottoms with every roll of your hips. 

The night air was warm, but his touch was hotter. His mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping the curve of your shoulder before he sucked lightly, leaving a mark that would bloom purple by morning. You arched into him, nails scraping down his chest, and he groaned, low and rough.

"You gonna let me take care of you?" he asked, voice thick. You didn't answer- just rocked against him harder, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He chuckled, but it was strained, his own control fraying. The steam curled between you, thick and lazy, as Satoru's hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of your bikini top. His touch was deliberate, unhurried-like he was savoring the way your breath hitched when he traced the edge of the fabric.

"You always wear this damn thing just to torture me," he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice was rough, but his fingers were slow, teasing the tie at the back of your neck.

You arched into him, water sloshing as your hips pressed against his. "Maybe I just like watching you try to behave."

He huffed a laugh, warm against your throat.

"Yeah? How am I doing?"

"Horrible."

His teeth caught your earlobe, sharp enough to make you gasp. "Guess we’ll have to change that."

The knot gave way under his fingers, and the fabric loosened, slipping down just enough to bare your skin to the night air. He didn't pull it off- just let it hang there, his knuckles brushing the swell of your breasts as he palmed you through the damp material. His touch was firm, possessive, but not rushed. Like he knew exactly how much you could take before either of you broke. 

You rocked against him again, and this time, his grip tightened, holding you still. "Patience," he chided, voice low. His other hand slid into your hair, fisting just enough to tilt your head back.

"You're always in such a hurry."

The water made everything slick, his skin hot where it pressed against yours. You could feel the way his breath stuttered when you rolled your hips, the way his fingers flexed against your waist. 

His mouth found yours again, hungry this time. You moaned into it, and he swallowed the sound, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat, thumb pressing just under your jaw. Not hard. Just enough to make you feel it.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," he muttered against your mouth. His other hand finally tugged the bikini top free, letting it float away in the water. His palm skimmed up your ribs, calloused and warm, before cupping your breast, his thumb circling your nipple in slow, maddening strokes. You whimpered, arching into his touch, but he held you firm, his grip just shy of rough.

His lips trailed down your throat, sucking a mark into the tender skin above your collarbone. "Just let me take my time."

The water lapped at your waist, the heat of it nothing compared to the way his hands burned against you. His mouth moved lower, teeth scraping over your nipple before he took it into his mouth, hot and wet and perfect. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, and he groaned, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, his lips swollen from kissing. "Am I good enough for you now?” 

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The sheets were soaked beneath you, twisted and damp with sweat, your thighs trembling as Satoru pulled back, deliberate-only to slam back into you with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. His pelvis ground against your ass, the impact sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine, your fingers clawing at the mattress for purchase.

"You're so perfect—" your voice was wrecked, raw with need, his hand pressing into the small of your back, forcing your spine into a sharper arch. The angle made him impossibly deeper, his cock stretching you so full you could feel every thick inch, the swollen head of him dragging against that sweet, spongy spot inside you with every thrust.

Your cunt clenched around him, greedy, needy, as if your body was desperate to keep him buried inside you forever. A broken moan tore from your throat as he groaned your name, the sound rough and filthy, vibrating through your skin like a live wire.

"That's it," he growled, his free hand sliding around to your clit, fingers rubbing rough, relentless circles just the way you liked. His touch was electric, sending sparks skittering up your nerves, your hips jerking against his hand as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your gut. "We were made for each other, baby."

He was right, so right.

Your body knew it, your cunt pulsing around him in frantic little flutters, your thighs shaking as he fucked into you with deep, punishing strokes. The slap of skin on skin was obscenely loud in the dim room, the wet, slick sounds of him driving into you only making you hotter, your cheeks burning with the knowledge of just how messy you were for him.

"Gonna come?" His voice was rough, his fingers working your clit faster, his thrusts turning sharper, more erratic. "Do it. I'm all here for you." 

You shattered.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a lightning strike, your back bowing off the bed as you screamed his name, your walls clamping down around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses. He didn't stop-just kept pounding into you, chasing his own release, his grip on your hip bruising as he fucked you through it, his breath hot against your ear.

"One more," he demanded, his thrusts turning sloppy, his cock twitching inside you. "Give me one more—"

You sobbed, oversensitive, your body trembling from the sheer overload of sensation-but you obeyed. Another wave crashed over you, weaker but no less intense, your cunt fluttering around him as he groaned, his hips stuttering before he finally pulled out-just enough to spill hot and thick over your ass, his cum painting your skin in sticky, glistening stripes.

For a second, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the wet drip of his release sliding down your thighs. A small, shameful part of you ached with the loss of him, wishing he hadn't pulled out, wishing he'd taken the risk, fucked a baby into you, marked you in a way that lasted. 

He didn't give you time to breathe. One second, you were gasping beneath him, his cum cooling on your skin-the next, he was hauling your legs over his shoulders, his cock sliding back inside with a filthy, wet slurp, your spent cunt still fluttering around him.

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back arching off the bed as he bottomed out, his pelvis grinding against your oversensitive clit. The pleasure was almost too much, your nerves alight, your body still thrumming from your last orgasm.

"Look at you," he murmured, his blue eyes dark with hunger as he loomed over you, his white hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His biceps flexed as he braced himself above you, his chest heaving, his abs taut with the effort of holding back. "Taking me so good."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he started moving again, slow, deep, each thrust dragging against your walls in a way that had your toes curling.

"Love you," he breathed, his forehead pressed to yours, his hips never stopping. "Fuck-love you so much."

The words wrecked you.

Not just because of the way he said them-fervent, desperate, like they'd been clawed out of him-but because of the way his hands cradled your face, the way his thrusts turned almost reverent, like he was trying to brand himself into you.

You came again, sobbing, your nails raking down his back as pleasure tore through you, your cunt milking him in helpless little pulses.

You were ruined. By the 3rd time your thighs were sticky, your cunt aching, your lips swollen from kissing. But Satoru wasn't done. He rolled you onto your side, pulling you back against his chest, his cock already hard again as he slid inside from behind.

"Last one," he promised-for the fifth time-his teeth scraping your shoulder as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your sensitive clit. "Stay with me."

You did.

You always would.

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[procastinatingbitch]

ergo proxy scientist!gojo x robot!reader x scientist!geto

one two three four

the longest any known human has ever gone without sleep is approximately eleven days.

satoru might have him beat soon.

on his fourth cup of some syrupy sugar-filled concoction that could barely qualify as coffee, heavily caffeinated and eyelids still dropping as he scanned over the screen showing hacked security cameras in front of him.

you'd been missing for a week.

taken his card, grabbed some cash and clothes, and left him. satoru never had much experience with relationships before, had never been anyone's boyfriend but he wondered if this was what getting broken up with felt like.

he missed your company, your smile and the soft sound of your laugh, the habits you'd picked up he never programmed in. tapping your nails against the table when you were thinking, all your preferences he never planned. how you'd bend over to pet a stray cat on the street but held onto his arm when you saw a loose dog, or the way you'd shift from being sarcastic to shy when he looked at you too long.

irreplaceable.

he couldn't even figure out why the fuck you left.

sure, he'd been a little busy lately with his latest project - but that was for you!

a companion to keep you company!

a cute kitty, one that would never get sick or shed, that didn't need to use a litter box or drink water. a perfect consumer product.

he needed some form of revenue - considering you were something he'd never sell.

and who wouldn't want a pet that they only had to pay a one-time fee for?

he hadn't started the physical body parts yet - still in the planning stages. but he'd been dying to show you, barely able to keep it a surprise.

it was starting to look like you might never get to see it.

he'd managed to trace you to a motel a few hours away, but there wasn't a trail after that, none he could find, at least.

satoru hated to admit it, but maybe suguru had been right about installing a locator chip.

he could probably ask. suguru was the only other person who might know another way to track you, if there were any other backup systems in place or programs he could run even from afar.

not that suguru would tell him.

some grudges couldn't be buried.

a bleak thought passed through his mind - a warm memory drained into something blue and bitter looking back.

you'd been drifting away from him ever since that stupid convention, silent distance spreading in the cracks when you'd dodge his questions and blankly stare at walls when he was working. claiming to be saving power, or running background cleaning through your files, or installing fucking updates just to avoid talking to him.

he sucked at human feelings. how the hell was he supposed to quantify an android's?

the last time he'd heard you laugh wasn't even at one of his own jokes, no, it was at something suguru said.

like if it wasn't up to him, you'd just be one of his brainless sex bots built for assholes to abuse.

he'd stolen a quarter of his investors away for some private showing - but honestly? seeing you smile at suguru felt a hundred times worse.

a sneaking suspicion had started to form, ripping open an old wound while he considered the worst possibility of where you might be hiding.

or who you might be hiding with.

maybe he should pay suguru a visit after all.

the XXX-files

[procastinatingbitch]

made for you

your programming can't stop you from falling in love - or out of it

synopsis: your satoru gojo's dream. a passion project to simulate sentience, the closest robotic creation to a human out there. the catch? you managed to fall for the man who made you. how far will you go to shut off the stupid feelings hardwired into you?

pairing: scientist!Gojo x android!Reader x scientist!Geto

content: mdni, angst, some eventual smut, modern sci-fi au, heavy pining and yearning, unrequited(?) mutual feelings, dubcon, dumbification, geto is diabolical, sex dolls mentioned, slight body horror (ig?), body modification, idiots in love

booting up...

paranoid android | runaway robot | crossed wires

ergo proxy | new update | reprogramming

[procastinatingbitch]

FREE SNAKE, PICKUP ASAP! snake!sukuna x f!reader

synopsis: your cheating asshole of a boyfriend left his snake at your place after you kicked him to the curb. but it seems your new pet has a few feelings of his own when you try to give him away - and he might just have to fuck them into you

content: mdni, smut, porn with some plot, oral (m! receiving), snake!kuna transforms to a (mostly) human form to fuck your brains out (he's FERAL and a FREAK), size difference (a python perhaps ;p), manhandling, fingering, piv sex, mating press, condom breaking

you fucking hated snakes.

sneaky, slinking creatures that moved too fast, flicking that sharp tongue at you like they might bite when you least expect it. maybe that should've been the biggest red flag, a sign of what was to come when your (now ex) boyfriend brought one to your place.

promising that he'd feed it, and he'd take care of it, swearing that you wouldn't even know the snake was there.

like you were fucking blind enough to miss the huge ass terrarium facing your bed. or the dark pink scales that caught the light, glinting as he slithered around and threw his head into the glass when he was mad (so, all the time). sometimes, you'd find the locks holding the lid on unlatched, but the snake was always inside among the foliage, so you just assumed your imbecile of a boyfriend kept forgetting to secure it, despite you being the one to give him food and water nine times out of ten.

sukuna.

even its name was creepy.

the rest of him too, really, the way his beady eyes would follow you around the room, always watching you no matter whatever you were doing. honestly, it made you not even mind the dry patch of no sex the two of you were going through. you didn't think you could even get wet if that thing was staring at you the whole time.

but, uh, your boyfriend was apparently on a different page since he went and cheated on you. as if fucking another girl wasn't horrible enough, he fucked you over by leaving his stupid snake too.

the rest of his shit had ended up in the trash.

but what the fuck were you supposed to do with a live animal?

"I'm getting rid of his snake," you huffed into the phone, squatting down to squint through the glass at the haughty snake. he was huge, long tail coiled and his tongue sticking out at you in a hiss. "I put it up on Craigslist."

"for how much?" your friend giggled as you groaned, turning away from the terrarium to flop down on your bed, pulling your laptop closer to where the listing was still up, where the word FREE stood out above your phone number.

"I'm just giving him away to whoever wants-"

your phone was snatched from your hand.

something hard and heavy pressed against your back, pinning you in place before your phone was tossed on the nightstand. A tattooed hand reached over you, twice the size of your boyfriend's, thick and sturdy fingers swiping over the track pad to hit the delete button on the listing. then your laptop was being slammed shut, pushed off to the edge of the bed.

"free? seriously?" a gravelly voice scoffed in your ear, a dark rumble rolling through you. "that moron paid two grand for me."

and your survival skills surely weren't up to par, or perhaps the situation was so strange, since you found yourself wigging out and rolling over to stare at the intruder.

"don't tell me you don't recognize me, brat."

or your pet.

in the flesh rather than scales. his hair was the same color those had been, wild strands sticking up, thick brows furrowed together in a mean scowl. but his dark eyes felt the same, sliding over you slowly, his stare even more intense up close like this. and God, he was almost painfully attractive, rough around the edges, dangerous. he was covered in thick black tattoos, defined muscles, and nothing else. completely nude. and his hand wasn't the only thing twice the size of your boyfriend's.

you didn't know how exactly that ended up in your mouth.

just that somewhere from your first what the fuck to him ranting about his former owner being a braindead moron for sleeping with someone else when you were right there, he was ripping off your clothes and you were wrapping your fingers around his swollen cock, tracing the bulging veins in sloppy strokes. asking what the hell he was just for him to laugh at you, readjusting to climb over your chest, thick thighs straddling it and nearly knocking the breath out of you before he pinned both your wrists to the bed with one meaty palm while his other shoved his cock between your parted lips.

you were choking on it.

maybe this was all some sex-deprived dream. that you had actually snapped and lost your sanity over being stuck with this snake that you were imagining getting throat fucked by him in human form.

but no, his tip slammed into the back of your mouth and you gagged, airway cut off by the sheer size of it, and you were pretty fucking sure this was happening.

"like it when I feed you?" he mocked, and you surprised yourself by nodding.

veins throbbing against your tongue, your lashes fluttering closed as his grip on your wrist got tighter, nearly bruising and keeping you there for him to fuck your face.

"fuck, that's tight," he groaned, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. "should've strangled that asshole in his sleep weeks ago and fucked you then."

you had a sneaking suspicion he actually would have when his other hand was tangled in your hair, holding you close enough that your nose was nuzzling against the rough patch of his pubic hair.

it was getting harder to breathe, knots in your stomach tangling tighter and need starving for oxygen in your stomach, smoldering and ready to be lit with just another touch, another grunt, another thrust.

"bet your cunt's even better," he hissed, pulling out, but not before letting pre-cum leak all over your lips, rubbing his tip against them like he was applying some crude lip gloss, chuckling at the way you were panting and blinking up at him with hungry eyes.

"w-wear a condom," you managed to stammer, like your jaw wasn't still aching from the stretch of accommodating him, nodding your head towards the nightstand.

could snakes transmit STDs? or would you be the first human to catch some kind of weird disease from giving him head?

he rolled his eyes, grumbling about being clean but still releasing your wrists to lean over and yank the drawer completely out of the nightstand on accident, ignoring your huff before ripping the tab off the still-unopened box of condoms and tear into one with his teeth.

it barely fit.

stretched thin around his cock, which was already bobbing in the air from the sheer weight of it as he abruptly slotted a thick finger inside your cunt just to see how soaked you were.

a cruel smirk tugged up on his lips before he laughed at you. "thought you wanted me gone?"

"that-that was before," you sputtered, struggling to keep yourself squirming at the intense pressure of him exploring with just a single finger, more experimental than anything, like your anatomy was new to him.

you'd probably have more questions if you didn't feel too full to even formulate more than a few whiny gasps.

he pulled his finger out, popping it in his mouth for a taste of you. you hoped it was better than the mice you'd been feeding him.

he hummed his approval before pushing your thighs up to your chest, forcing your body into a more flexible position, the pads of his fingers pressing down into your soft skin. lining himself up at your entrance, his thick tip prodding at it while you held your breath.

you figured it'd be slow.

but nope.

you blinked and you were being stuffed full, his cock bottoming out in a single brutal thrust. it burned. mind breaking while he tried to split you open, balls smacking against your skin when he pulled out just to push back in harder.

his lips were open, pink and pretty as sweat dripped down his forehead, brows scrunched together in focus as he pounded into you. there was extra friction with the condom, but your own slick was dripping down, probably soaking the sheets when every slam of his hips grinding down to fit every fucking inch of him inside you left you shuddering and squirming under his heavy body.

"k-kuna," you moaned, nails clawing at the sheets while you leaned your head back against the bed. his lips practically latched onto your throat, teeth sinking into your skin like it was instinct. but instead of ripping your throat out, he was sucking hard, leaving hickey after hickey to mark your skin.

never, in the three months since you had him, had you ever bothered to say the name he came with from the pet store. and now you were crying it like it was the only thing holding you together.

he scoffed at you again, like he wasn't molding you to him, like every ridge and vein wasn't rubbing against you just right when he dragged his tip over your cervix just to remind you he could.

"not fucking getting rid of me now," he grunted, groaning when you clenched around him at the gravelly sound of his voice, all his muscles tensing.

he dragged a hand down your thighs, spreading them a little further so he could swipe over your sensitive clit, a mocking grin returning to his face at the way you jolted at the first touch.

"poor pet's been neglected, huh?" he taunted, drawing a messy circle over the bud knowing you wouldn't be able to protest being his pet.

your hands struggled to hold onto his shoulder blades, his skin too thick for you to rake your nails down, even when you were scratching and whimpering for even more friction, back arching just for his next thrust to push you down.

his still-forked tongue licked a clean stripe over your jaw, the unfamiliar sensation only making the tension in your own stomach pull tighter. he capture your lips in a kiss, long and hard and unlike anything else you experienced.

swallowing up your moans for dessert when his fingers sloppily rubbed over your clit, teasing you in hisses and whispers when you came undone for him, seeing pink instead of white. he buried his head against your neck when his cock stalled inside you, finishing with a rough growl of his own.

thick ropes of cum filling you up instead of the condom, the warmth leaking out when he pulled out to reveal only half the condom was still on with an annoyed hiss.

"maybe if your boyfriend had a bigger dick, it wouldn't have broke," he grunted, like it was somehow your fault you didn't have XXL condoms on hand.

"how the hell was I supposed to know you were, I dunno, whatever the fuck you are?" you gestured, still out-of-breath as you he distractedly pushed some of the cum back inside you.

what the fuck were you even supposed to get tested for now?

you tried to sit up, but he pushed you back flat on the bed with damp fingers.

"lay back down so I can get it out of you," he grunted, already spreading your thighs back apart.

you were just as gagged as you had been before, speechless as he just shoved his fingers inside you with that firm expression, focused solely on you.

for a brief second, you contemplated asking if he was going to turn back into a snake. but then, it struck you that either way, you were stuck with him now.

he pulled out the broken piece of the condom, tossing it into the small trashcan near your bed, your nightstand drawer still sitting on the ground from where he accidentally ripped it out earlier. he sharp eyes slid over to the rest of your room, the overflowing laundry basket and last night's glass of water still sitting on your dresser with a sigh.

"someone's gotta take care of you."

indie's pet shop

a/n: everyone say thank you @yenayaps

[procastinatingbitch]

full moon werewolf!nanami x gf!reader

how to know if your boyfriend is cheating

honestly, when you first started dating nanami, you never would've guessed that would be what you were searching at three in the fucking morning, half the bed cold and empty next to you. the light was on in the bathroom, the low hum of an electric razor and running water, like he was shaving in the dead of night for some stupid reason. or oh God, what if he was on the fucking phone with his mistress in there and just using that to muffle the sound of him masturbating?

he had been perfect. still was, most of the time.

always so mature and attentive, always coming home with your favorite flowers and making you home cooked meals after long days at the office, arranging the stems in the glass after loosening his tie, washing his hands before he started dinner. humming along to whatever record you put on, asking questions between the kisses you'd decorate his face with.

so how the hell had you ended up here?

you weren't even paying attention the first time.

not even the second or the third.

plenty of men went on business trips. you trusted nanami - why wouldn't you? he hadn't so much as glanced at another woman since you started dating. and really, he hadn't even seemed to notice any during the days back when the two of you were just friends either.

but the pattern was only growing more difficult to discard. every few weeks like clockwork, he'd casually mention going out of town for a couple nights. he never came home with hickies or lipstick on his collar, but you were starting to wonder if you were just waiting on the day he did.

the door creaked open, and you hurried to swipe away the page on your phone.

"did I wake you?" he asked, soft and serious and actually clean-shaven. apologetic even, oblivious at the anger simmering and sinking under your skin.

"are you cheating on me?" you bluntly asked.

he stopped in place, stunned.

"where on earth did you get that idea?" he asked, clearly confused.

"you didn't answer the question," you swallowed hard, a hard lump forming in your throat, struggling to choke it down to seem confident, strong enough to deal with his potential infidelity.

"no, I'm not cheating on you," he deadpanned, the lines by his eyes crinkling as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "did you have a bad dream?"

"then what were you doing in there?" you demanded, hating the way your voice pitched up.

"my body hair was bothering me," nanami sighed, and although he was quite possibly the hairiest man you ever met, you couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from you.

the blond hair on his arms and legs grew in thick and fast, but it'd never been bad enough he went to shave when he was supposed to be sleeping.

"why are you lying to me?" you murmured, shrugging off the blanket and climbing out of bed. you didn't have a plan. just grabbing your phone and hurrying over to the closet to grab a bag big enough to shove clothes and toiletries in.

nanami had never been the most expressive man, but you could feel the panic hanging in the air when he hurried to stop you, a massive hand on your arm to hold you back.

"look, I promise I'm not cheating on you," he quietly tried to reassure, his voice honeyed and hushed, like it could soothe your stinging nerves and cracking heart.

"but you're lying to me," you pointed out.

he didn't deny it.

"it's not what you think, I-"

"I think I can't trust you," you muttered, disappointment and disgust starting to settle in your stomach at realizing your boyfriend wasn't the man you thought he was.

"I'm a werewolf," he abruptly admitted, dead fucking serious.

or maybe not a man at all.

"do you think I'm stupid too?" you scoffed, ripping your arm away and scrambling to shove stuff into your bag. he stopped you, grabbing the bag straight from your hand.

"it's not a joke," he frowned, intent on selling the most insane story you ever heard. you turned away, unable to even look at him anymore in fear of breaking down entirely.

"honestly, I'd rather you just tell me there's someone else to my-"

something ripped behind you, the sound forcing your head to snap back and look, except - your boyfriend wasn't there anymore.

no, in his place, there was a dog? wolf? strange canine-like creature?

you couldn't quite tell, his oversized and bulky build covered in shaggy blond fur that half-covered his face. a familiar shade of gold, and a gleam of warm amber eyes peeking out.

he probably had no way of grooming himself in that form, a few mats collected on his sides. but thankfully for your floors, he was still clean.

"ken?" you breathed, and he slowly approached, bowing his head low for you to fucking pet him.

his hair was just as soft in animal form.

well, the business trips were bullshit then, an excuse to hide this half of his life. better that then another girlfriend you guessed.

"you're lucky you're cute," you murmured, squatting down just for him to lick your cheek. "don't think our lease allows pets though."

oh well.

for nanami?

you wouldn't mind moving.

the xxx files

[procastinatingbitch]

what's mine is yours (and what's yours is mine)

being in love with your best friend's girlfriend is hard. being in love with your best friend's girlfriend and being stuck in his body is harder.

pairing: bodyswapped bf!Suguru x f!reader x bsf!Satoru

content: MDNI, established relationships, au where Geto never defected, reader-insert, no use of yn, very mild use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), multiple povs (and positions), gojo is down so BAD (absolute loser loverboy if I'm being honest), gojo and geto get bodyswapped, oral (m! and f! receiving), handjob, mirror sex, unprotected sex, inappropriate use of jujutsu, threesome

wc: 10.3k (pinky promise it's worth it)

a/n: it should hopefully be clear who is who, but if you are ever in doubt, I mostly used Satoru/Suguru to indicate who it really is and Gojo/Geto in reference to their bodies <33 enjoy!! hehe also this was inspired by @quinnyundertow so we can all thank her for this fr

“I dunno,” Shoko sighed, shrugging for the twentieth time since her two least favorite idiots stumbled through her door. 

“What's that s’pposed to mean?” Gojo groaned, clearing his throat like that'd make it any more comfortable to hear the wrong voice coming out of it or get rid of the shitty taste lingering on his tongue. The other Gojo passed him a soda, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers and squinting at Shoko while she fiddled with the cigarette dangling between her lips. 

“If I had to guess,” She tutted, tilting her head like she didn't get paid nearly enough for this. “The effects will wear off in a day or two.”

“And if they don't?” He heard himself ask, watching the words leave his mouth, trace the sharp line of his own jaw from the soft yellow glow of Shoko's lamp when his head cocked to the side. 

“I'll figure something out,” She apathetically shrugged. 

“So what? We’re just stuck like this?” Gojo whined, gesturing down at the body he somehow found himself in after finishing off a particularly nasty curse with Geto. Not that he was complaining that much though. If he had to swap bodies with anyone, it would probably be him. 

Sure, Suguru was almost as strong as him. But there were other, ahem, benefits. 

Namely, you. 

“For now,” She yawned, digging through her drawers for a lighter. 

“Fuck,” Geto mumbled, rubbing his eyes like they hurt. Gojo knew from experience they probably did - that his friend wasn't equipped to handle the strain from the six eyes, even with the thick pair of shades he borrowed or the dim lighting in Shoko’s office. 

“Aw, cheer up,” Gojo teased, about to slap a hand on his own back just to meet nothing. It was bizarre to be on the receiving end of his technique, something invisible tension flickering in the air before it dissolved, a calloused palm meeting the soft fabric in his uniform. “Who wouldn't wanna be me?”

Geto glared at him, snow-white brows knitted together in a deep scowl.

“Who would?”

“You guys wanna take this outside?” Shoko interrupted with an exaggerated eye-roll, jutting her thumb towards the door. 

“Well, if there's nothing you can do,” Gojo sighed, feigning disappointment as he felt around Geto's pockets for his keys and phone, already planning ten steps ahead for the harebrained scheme that had been forming in the back of his brain from the moment he blinked and saw himself standing across from him. 

The first item on his agenda?

Slip away from Suguru to find the nearest bathroom and figure out what exactly he was working with. 

“Satoru,” Suguru started, the warning a lot less effective coming from his own voice. 

“What's the passcode on your phone?” Gojo ignored him with a yawn. 

“You think I'm giving you that?” Suguru huffed. He couldn't tell through the glasses, but Gojo was fairly certain his friend was glaring again. 

“Ijichi has my house keys,” Gojo shrugged, slinging his hands in his pockets and starting for the exit without looking back. “Unless you want a bounty on your head, you should probably stay in for the night.”

It went without saying that if word got out that the holder of the six eyes wasn't in possession of his own body, wasn't a weapon they could currently use, they might as well be painting a bloody target on his forehead. 

“What are you going to do?” His best friend scoffed, peeking down his shades to cut him another sharp look as he followed him out into the hall. 

“I'm gonna fuck your girlfriend.”

Suguru chuckled, dark and low, raking long fingers through his hair, hand stopping to hover in the air like he wasn't used to having it cut so short. 

“Oh yeah?” 

Suguru probably should've known better than to issue a challenge like that to him. 

“What? Don't think I can?” Gojo pouted, popping open the tab on soda, the sharp edge of the metal slicing a thin cut along his thumb, pinpricks of blood dotting the broken skin. 

It actually stung. 

He hadn't actually been hurt since when? They were teenagers? It was kind of exhilarating. The sensitive new sensations, the lack of control welcome for once. 

“She'll know it's not me,” Suguru simply said. 

“Wanna bet?”

Your boyfriend was late. 

Like, by a lot. 

So much so, you were debating on calling Gojo to find out where he was, considering you couldn't get so much as a text back. 

Hovering over his name in your contacts before hitting the call button with a sigh, flipping the burner off and resting your hip against the kitchen counter. But even when he answered, there was just static-y silence on the other end. 

“Hello? Gojo?” You were pouting already, annoyed that you had to resort to hearing news about your boyfriend secondhand from quite possibly the least responsible person you knew. 

“Uh, yeah?” 

His voice sounded different. You couldn't put your finger on what it was until you realized he almost sounded serious. Not greeting you with a cheesy nickname or some obnoxious over-the-top pick-up line that he still insisted on using despite the fact you'd been dating his best friend for nearly two years now. 

“Is Suguru with you?” You huffed, the sharp edge of the counter starting to dig through your thin dress. Although, it was probably closer to lingerie than an actual sundress. 

“He’s not home yet?” 

You were expecting some annoying arrogant reply - that Suguru was strong enough to take care of himself blah blah blah or how cute it was that you were worrying about them yada yada. Not an actual response that came close to concern. 

“Is everything okay?” You bluntly asked, frowning while you tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder, reaching up to pull down a couple plates from the cabinet. 

“Why wouldn't it be?” Gojo awkwardly coughed, the usual cockiness that marked every word absent. 

“Something you wanna tell me?” You impatiently huffed, foot tapping against the tile. After the shitty day you had at your own job, the last thing you needed was whatever idiotic thing they'd gotten themselves in now. You'd been hoping for a quiet evening in with Suguru, had cooked him a nice dinner, lit a few candles, put on some soft music along with the tiniest thong you owned. 

“No?” 

Yeah, right. 

In the years you'd known Satoru, he'd never answered a question with just a single word. 

The plate pinched between your fingers slipped, hitting the marble with a crash! when it broke into big shards on impact. You winced at the sound, carefully picking it up piece-by-piece and tossing them into the open trash can by the counter. 

“Did something happen? Are you okay?” Gojo's panicked voice called out to you from your phone's precariously cradled position. You couldn't stifle your giggle.

“Oh? Is the great Satoru Gojo worried about me?” You teased. Seriously, what was his deal today? 

His laugh was dangerous, an octave lower than usual when it reverberated through you. It almost sounded like he was there, purring it directly in your ear. 

“You should be more careful,” He warned. Maybe Suguru had finally started wearing off on him. 

“I should, hm?” 

“It almost sounds like you're flirting with me,” He chided with a click of his tongue. 

“You wish,” You laughed. 

A thud by the entryway distracted you, keys jingling as the lock started to turn. Gojo started to say your name, all soft and low, and something pricked at the back of your brain, like an itch you couldn't scratch. 

“Whatever, weirdo,” You sighed. “Just forget about it. Suguru’s here.”

You hung up before he could keep you on the line and longer, sitting your phone on the counter and finding another tiny shattered piece of ceramic to toss out, heavy footsteps echoing on the floor behind you. 

“Sugu-” 

Your greeting was cut off by massive hands on your waist, fingers wrinkling the soft fabric of your dress as his thumbs traced little crescent moons along your back, a head nuzzling against the crook of your collarbone. 

“Did someone miss me?” You teased, trying to crane your neck back to take a peek only for him to squeeze you tighter. His lips grazing against the column of your throat, his breath cool on your skin. 

“Maybe,” He murmured, teeth nipping at your ear while you squealed and twisted away from him. 

A pretty bouquet of white roses was tossed on the counter next to the sink, a few of the petals starting to get crushed from where it was laying. 

“Those for me?” You suppressed your smile, ignoring the way one of his hands was currently sliding underneath the hem of your dress while you picked up the flowers, careful not to get picked by the thorns poking out underneath the thin ribbon they were tied together with. 

“Mhm,” His honeyed hum was soothing, music to your ears while he started to pepper your neck with gentle kisses, brushing the thin strap of your dress off your shoulder. 

“What's the occasion?” You giggled, taking a tiny whiff of them. 

“Can't I just get my pretty girl some flowers?” He practically whined behind you, his firm chest pressed against your back. You were used to him being glued to you after he got home, but usually it was just a hand on your back, a hip brushing against yours, just small expressions of his casual affection. The weight of his presence threatened to swallow you already, his mouth tracing your collarbone like he really might consume you before the night had even started. 

“As long as they're not apology flowers for something stupid you and Gojo did,” You hummed, relaxing back into him. 

He didn't say anything to that. 

“Sugu,” You started disapprovingly, about to scold him before he turned you around, quick to cop a feel while he did, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing hard when he picked you up and sat you down on the counter so you could properly face him. 

“I didn't do anything,” He asserted, dark eyes settling on you and trailing south, savoring each second like he was drinking the image of you in. A sharp canine biting down on his lower lip when his gaze settled on the cleavage spilling out. 

Maybe it was silly. 

But it felt like the first time he'd seen them all over again. How lovestruck he looked the longer his stare lingered, the sharp little exhales he barely seemed to manage, something hanging thick in the narrow space between you. 

“If you say so,” You yielded, delicately pinching a white petal between your fingers appreciatively, admiring his selection. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, faint lines etched into the skin when he pressed another featherlight kiss on your forehead. “Grab the vase for these?”

The curve of his mouth turned down, faltering for a second when he looked down at you. 

“Could you, um, remind me where it is?” He apologetically requested, going to scratch the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair. 

You squinted at him. 

Was he being serious?

“Under the sink?” Unless you were somehow misremembering, he was the one who stuck it there last. 

“Oh, yeah,” He sighed. Reluctantly pulling away to bend down and open the cabinet, moving sponges and the dishwasher detergent over until he found the vase tucked in the back corner. 

You watched him fill it up, his fingers clumsily clasped around the bottled neck of it, shutting off the water and taking the flowers from your hand to plop them inside. 

“You okay?” The hard edge of the counter bit into your palm as you scooted closer to the edge, eyes narrowed as they focused on him. He was quick to return to you, sturdy thighs nudging your own further apart, the tent in his pants only obvious when it suddenly pressed against you. 

“Long day,” Your boyfriend mumbled, looking at your lips like they were the only thing he'd been thinking about. 

“I'm sorry,” You murmured back, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

His hand caught your chin though, pulling you in closer, your cheeks almost squished under his firm hold. His thumb digging in on one side while his index finger pressed into the hard line of your jaw, his mouth colliding against yours. Your lips parted automatically for him, his tongue immediately slipping between them, fervently exploring your mouth like you were tonight's meal, brushing against the ridges of your teeth and sliding over your own. It was sloppy, hungry, his lower lip soft and swollen while you sucked on it. Running your fingers through his silky hair, pulling the hair tie out of the messy half-bun he'd thrown it into earlier, brushing back the bangs that framed the sharp planes of his face. 

He didn't pull away until you were almost out of air, tilting your chin up while you both sucked in ragged breaths. 

“Baby,” You softly said, stroking his hair like all the muscles in your thighs weren't pulled tight, like there wasn't a growing damp spot soaking through the lace separating you from him. His eyes were closed, melting into your touch, his head relaxing into the palm of your hand. “Dinner's getting cold.”

“I want something else to eat,” His voice was raspy, a low hum that came from the back of his throat. Going back to kissing you the second the last word left his mouth, his mouth marking what felt like every inch of your neck, the ghost of his lips going from butterfly kisses to hot and heavy sucks that would surely leave bruises by tomorrow, lewd pops! joining the sound of your broken breathing. 

The friction of his erection rubbing slowly against your clit through the barely-there fabric of your thong was tantalizing. One hand hiking higher and higher up your thigh until one sturdy finger slipped under the band of your underwear, toying with it while you tugged on his hair. You could barely think straight, brain addled between his hands and his mouth and even just his cologne, warm and woody and as intoxicating as the rest of him. 

“Oh?” You could hardly choke the syllable out, shakily exhaling when his teeth scraped against the fragile skin of your throat. Instinctively chasing the more, more, more your brain was screaming for, you rolled your hips up trying to soothe the already aching bundle of nerves starving for attention, a desperate moan escaping his throat at how snugly your body was pressed against his. 

“Angel, please.”

You paused, but he was too lost in the moment to notice. Nudging the straps of your dress down further until he freed both your breasts, assuming your flinch was just from the cold air on your nipples, bending down so he could pop one in his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it, teeth graze against the sensitive nub. 

It wasn't Suguru. 

Only one person you knew would call you something like that. Or beg before you'd even so much as touched his dick. 

Those stupid fucking assholes. 

Suguru - or Satoru, you technically supposed - bit down again, sucking a harsh spot on your tit, about to pull your panties down with his other hand just to accidentally tug too hard, the dainty fabric tearing with a loud rip! 

“Oops,” He paused to grin up at you, his smile too wide, eyes too big when they landed on yours. Only further convincing you of the growing suspicion that this was not in fact your boyfriend. 

Weird curse stuff just sorta came with the territory - you knew that when you started dating him. Especially considering some of the, uh, bizarre aftereffects that sometimes came with his technique. You experienced that firsthand when he came home one night a few months ago after swallowing some filthy fucking lust curse. 

But this? 

“Oops?” You echoed, chewing on your bottom lip while he licked a clean stripe back up your neck, kissing your jaw again while he removed the now-useless scrap of fabric between your thighs, not-so-discreetly pocketing it. 

“M’ sorry,” He murmured, hands drifting back down to your ass when he picked you up, not pausing his onslaught of kisses carrying you through the kitchen into the hall until he reached the bedroom, kicking the door open a little too hard, the knob hitting the wall behind it with a loud thud. 

You barely processed your back hitting the mattress, the hem of your dress bunching up past your hips as the familiar weight of his frame climbed on top of you. His mouth made its way south, eager to claim every inch for himself, spreading your thighs with those huge palms and practically panting at how exposed you were. 

If you were right, and this was Satoru, you guessed that meant you must've been talking to your real boyfriend on the phone earlier. You fucking knew something was off. And he didn't say a word. 

You were going to kill both of them. 

They shared almost everything. Were you really that surprised you hadn't turned out to be the exception?

“God, you're so gorgeous,” He wasn't really even talking to you, muttering to himself while he admired you splayed out in his best friend's bed, on his best friend's sheets. 

You'd never taken any of his teasing seriously. It was just in his nature. A player, a flirt. Sure, you’d never actually seen him with any girls. But you just always assumed they existed. 

Maybe it was just because he was in Suguru's body, but he seemed so sincere, your name falling in a dreamy little sigh from his lips. 

Suguru had to know what Satoru would do once he came home. So why let him? Unless you were the pawn or prize in whatever game they were playing. 

If that was the case, you weren't going to settle for anything less than being the winner. 

You reached down, running your fingers through his hair again, playing with the ends between your fingers and humming quietly. 

“Suguru,” You purred, reminding your friend exactly who he was supposed to be imitating as he hesitated between your thighs. 

“Hm?” He didn't, or couldn't, tear his gaze away, his rough thumb absentmindedly tracing figure-eights along your hip, probably not even aware of how much he was fidgeting. 

“I thought you were hungry?” You innocently pouted, batting your lashes at him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Whatever faint restraint he'd been exercising snapped. 

The sharp point of his nose bumping into your clit as he pressed his tongue hard and flat across your entrance, dark glossy eyes fluttering shut while he pushed down your thighs, pressing them into the plush mattress. 

Even if he looked like Suguru, it didn't feel like Suguru. 

He was messy, overeager, his tongue lapping up every ounce, every drop you offered, devoted swirls exploring you. Open-mouthed kisses where his taste buds scraping against the inside of your walls, groaning with every squirm and gasp he elicited. It didn't take him long to figure out where your weak spots were, working them over and over again, ignoring how tightly your thighs were clenched around his head, your fingers pulling at his hair. 

“S-shit,” You whined, clawing at the sheets when his tongue slipped out, feeling yourself throb at the absence until his mouth wrapped around your clit. It almost felt like he tore the next moan out of you, the neglected bud sore, blind need pooling in your gut while his tongue roughly circled it. 

His touch wasn't as practiced, wasn't as steady, but what he lacked in rhythm, he sure as fuck made up for in earnestness. 

Suguru Satoru was clawing at your hips, pulling you into the warmth of his mouth while your back arched off the bed, needy whimpers rolling off your tongue while he dove back in to taste you again. It could've been intentional, how he was constantly readjusting like he was still getting used to Suguru's body, but his nose kept ghosting against your clit, the knot in your stomach getting tighter every time he did, desperation clawing its way to the surface as the heat rose to your face when you remembered who was eating you out like he was fucking starving. 

“S-” You stopped yourself, not entirely convinced whose name was about to leave your mouth. 

“Mm?” 

You covered your mouth with your hand, muffling your moan when his nose edged against you again, all the nerves in your body begging for him to keep going. 

But he caught a glimpse of you, his thin brows scrunching together while he narrowed his eyes at you. Pushing off your thighs until he was hovering back over you, pulling your hand away from your lips. 

“Wanna hear you, pretty girl,” He complained, digging his knee up until it was snugly shoved against your entrance, leaving a damp spot on the baggy fabric of his pants, gradually applying more pressure as if the friction alone wasn't enough to drive you insane. 

“Sugu,” You mewled, pushing your bottom lip out just for him to snag it between his canines, capturing your mouth with another searing kiss. You wondered if Satoru's pride could handle hearing his best friend's name from your lips when he was the one on top of you. 

“Yeah?” He mumbled into your mouth, groaning when you bucked your hips up to meet the slow grind of your boyfriend's cock against your clit. You let your head rest against the soft pillow underneath you, a quiet whimper falling out when he smothered your face with more kisses. 

“Remember what we were talking about a few nights ago?” You asked, knowing he'd be forced to lie either way considering the conversation in question never happened, just something you made up. 

“What about it?” He tested the waters, doing a poor job at mimicking the sultry silk of your boyfriend's typically reserved voice. He pulled away until his nose was brushing against yours, your fingers grazing over his smooth cheek, his marble complexion. 

“I’ve just been thinking,” You drawled, running your thumb over his defined cheekbone, a nervous glint in his eyes he couldn't hide at how you trailed off. 

“And?” He pressed, something damp leaking through his pants onto your thigh. 

“Mm, maybe we should invite Gojo over,” You suggested, leaving the implication hanging in the air, feel the energy shift when it finally struck him. 

“Oh.” 

His cock twitched against you, begging to be set free while his mouth hung open. 

“You change your mind?” You teased, craning your neck up to plant butterfly kisses along his throat, tracing the tendons there the same way you'd done hundreds of times before. 

“N-no,” He stammered, a throaty grunt falling out when your hand trailed down his chest, running two fingers along the band of his pants before slipping them underneath his boxers, collecting the pre-cum that had leaked out and slathering up-and-down his thick shaft. The vein running along its side was bulging, throbbing more with every slow stroke of your fingers wrapped around his girth. “I-I can call him.”

He didn't really look like he wanted to though, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, jaw slack like your hand alone was heaven. 

“Uh-huh?” 

Suguru wasn't normally this sensitive, moaning at every little touch, putty in your palm. 

“Whatever you want,” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip like he was savoring the traces of you left there. It was probably wrong of you, but you sucked hard on his neck, hoping to leave a patchwork of blue and purple hickies by the time you finished, marks Suguru normally would have scolded you for, but Satoru seemed to worship, freely groaning every time your teeth brushed against him. He hissed when your grip tightened, rutting up into your hand. “Fuck, angel.”

Too distracted, too worked up to think of anything except the friction of your palm against his shaft, he didn't notice when your other hand slipped into his left pocket, plucking Suguru's phone out. Unlocking it just to find a message from ‘Gojo’ already there, along with all the unread ones you'd sent earlier. Your boyfriend so kindly informed him to go ahead and try, and what he was implying only irritated you more. 

Your reply was short. 

Come over. 

How long would it take him to show?

Gojo could teleport, and while you had no idea if that meant Suguru would also technically be able to, the idea of your boyfriend popping in to find you jerking him but also not-him off had your blood rushing south. Your frustration fighting the lust clouding your judgment, all the cells in your body currently occupied by the thought that one of them better make you cum soon.

“There,” You mumbled, and he peeked at you through half-lidded eyes, lost in his own sea of desire.  

“What?” He choked out, his voice thick as you continued pumping in your steady rhythm, his breath hitching. 

You dangled the phone in front of him briefly, having to stretch to deposit it on the nightstand by your boyfriend's thin pair of reading glasses he'd left there this morning. Straining to reach over and flick the lamp on, the fading evening sunlight throwing long shadows across your bedroom. His expression twisted for a second, and you couldn't tell what he must've been thinking, but it melted into almost ecstasy when your fingers grazed against his sensitive tip. 

“Toru should be here soon,” You murmured, slowly enunciating the nickname you rarely ever used for him, feeling him twitch at the way it rolled off your tongue. 

“Toru?” You were pretty sure he was trying to sound jealous, but he couldn't hide the hint of pride, his ego inflating just from you mentioning him.

“Mhm,” You purred, probably having more fun than you should at playing with him the same way he always toyed with you. “You know, I think he might have a little crush on me.”

“W-what?” Hearing your boyfriend stutter was delicious, to see his composure crack so easily. 

“You don't think so?” You teased, your hand jerking up and earning a low hiss. 

“I don't know,” He breathlessly murmured, his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Take your clothes off,” You tutted, arching your brows up and pausing there. 

His moan was nothing short of filthy, his cock jerking up when your hand didn't move. 

“You’re not gonna cum just from a little hand job, right honey?” You taunted, finger drifting across the slick slit along the top, another gutteral noise leaving him like he was letting you know he very well might finish before the real Suguru could show. 

“Course not,” He scoffed, but it came out more like a whine. 

“Then. Take. Your. Clothes. Off.” You repeated, punctuating each word with a slow drag of your fingers along the throbbing vein, watching his cheeks hollow while he sucked on his molars. 

“Fine,” He grimaced, pulling away to remove his shirt first, tugging it over his head and quickly working to pull his pants and boxers down in a single fluid movement. His cock was so red it must've hurt, damp and slick as it sprung up to smack into the hard muscle of his abdomen, your eyes lingering when they landed on his dark happy trail. 

When he wasn't talking, his mouth set in the same hard line and eyes fogged with hunger, it would be easy to convince yourself he was Suguru. 

The knock down the hall reminded you who was really the one standing naked in front of you.

“Should I-”

“The door's unlocked,” You shrugged before you could finish, propping yourself up on your elbows while you tilted your head to the side. “Besides, can't he just teleport inside?”

You waited for an excuse, for him to give their little game away, but he didn't. 

“Yeah, you're right,” He murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into his lap, taking the hem of your dress between his fingers and lifting it up over your head, discarding it with the rest of his clothes scattered on the floor. 

The door creaked open at the same moment he unclasped your bra, his tip twitching against the hood of your clit at the slow sound of footsteps approaching.

It was funny, they were lighter than Suguru's, a little softer, but they had the same rhythm, one you automatically recognized as his. 

“You nervous, baby?” You whispered, caressing his cheek. 

“No,” Satoru huffed, brows furrowed together tightly.

Liar. 

You were about to turn to face the open doorway, but his mouth landed on yours before you could, kissing you like it might be the last time he’d be able to. Which you guessed could be true, that even if Suguru told him he could try to fuck you, he might actually kill Satoru for it if he discovered just how close he'd already come. 

His lips tearing at yours, a hand on your lower back holding you firmly against his chest while his tongue traced your teeth, slid against your own. 

The actual Suguru cleared his throat.

But Satoru refused to back off, his thumb brushing over the ridges of your spine, canines tugging at your kiss-bruised lips. 

“Started without me, huh?” Gojo's taunting voice called out, the wooden frame of the door creaking like he was resting his weight on it. 

You managed to twist your head, lips pressing messy kisses along your neck while you assessed your new company. 

Intense blue eyes narrowed, white brows scrunched together and his jaw set tight while his gaze slowly scanned over your bare body, probably already littered with hickies and bruises. He reminded you of a big cat, how leisurely he measured you, his stare flitting from you to him and back to you. Hands slung in his pockets, amusement and maybe something darker, more possessive glimmering in his eyes when they locked with yours. The lights flickered for just a second, a small crackle hanging in the open space, the air thick and charged. 

“Sorry,” Satoru apathetically shrugged, unbothered while his other hand groped at your breast. 

Your boyfriend wasn't looking at him(self) though, focused entirely on you. 

“Suguru,” You let out a soft moan, not breaking his stare while Satoru hummed happily, rolling a nipple between his fingers, content to keep the charade up. 

The one you were actually talking to smirked. A little crooked smile smugly curling up to let you know he knew you knew. 

“Mm, what, sweetheart?” Satoru whispered into your skin. 

“You're being a little rude ignoring our guest,” You scolded, grinding against him just enough for him to get his teeth. 

“M’sorry,” He apologized again, warm eyes fluttering open when you climbed off of him, his fingertips grazing against your wrist in an attempt to stop you before you started walking over to where Suguru was leaning against the frame, and his usually passive expressions were even harder to read when they were hidden under a new face. 

You hadn't been nervous before. 

But walking up to Gojo while you were naked, even if you knew it was actually your Suguru was unnerving, anxiety pricking at you when you pressed a finger against his chest, just for nothing to stop you. Heart lurching in your chest, lungs no longer working when you realized infinity was on. But then he let out a small, almost inaudible sigh, and the tip of your finger was suddenly wrinkling the tight white shirt covering his broad frame. 

The dull thrum of blood rushing to your head filled your ears at the way his unnatural eyes seemed to be scrutinizing every inch of your skin, how much they seemed to burn for you the longer he looked. 

“Well?” You cocked your head to the side, hoping to come across as far more confident than you really were when you knew he'd be able to see straight through you. 

“You wanted me here,” Suguru simply said, choosing his words carefully. The game had changed, morphed into something new, trying to make the other break first, come clean, an implicit sort of understanding exchanged in his heavy state. 

“I thought you'd be a little more excited,” You tried to sigh like you were disappointed, starting to turn around just for a hand to snag your waist, his tongue clicking when he pulled you back. 

“Did I say I wasn't?” He muttered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his arm snaking around your back to hold you closer until your tits were practically squished against his chest. 

Your attempt to slip away was futile, his grip only getting tighter when you peered up at him, your stomach twisting when all you found was Gojo's face looking down at you, the messy white hair and the bright blue eyes you’d never seen so close, pretty pink lips pursed together. 

It's not like you'd never realized he was attractive. But it'd always been more like a fact, something you'd never really paid attention to. You realized with abject horror that holy shit, you were attracted to him when your breath hitched in your throat, your thighs pressing together at his sudden proximity. 

“You’re a dick,” You mumbled, squirming under his hold. You weren't positive which one you were talking to - honestly, probably both. 

“Oh yeah?” Suguru chuckled, the sound of Gojo's lighthearted laughter doing nothing to soothe your nerves. 

“Yeah,” You managed a tiny nod, sucking in short inhales, feeling like you were being crushed under his piercing gaze. 

Someone else's hand found your hip, familiar callouses claiming you as a firm chest pressed against your back, Satoru's other one tangling itself in your hair and tugging, your head forced to tilt back to look up at the dark-haired man you were used to waking up with. 

Caught between the two of them, not sure if you were ensnared in their trap or if was the other way around when you craned your neck up to smash a kiss against your not-boyfriend’s mouth, forcing the real one to watch as your tongue slipped between his lips, explored every nook and cranny you’d already committed to memory. 

“Honey,” You whispered when you broke away, studying his jaw, all his familiar features, somehow still stuck reminding yourself that it wasn't Suguru when he looked at you like that. The unspoken affection, the searing adoration in the amber glow when it caught the light from the lamp. 

“What’s my girl want?” Satoru teased, a deep hum in your ear. 

“I want you,” You bit your lip when he gave your hair another tug, swallowing hard. 

“You heard her,” Satoru mockingly addressed Suguru, oblivious to the fact he was really the one left out, unaware that the charade had been up before he’d gotten his first real taste of you. 

“You can watch,” You let your gaze linger on Suguru, while Satoru pulled you free from his grasp and tossed you onto the bed. 

All you heard was one short exhale before Suguru relegated himself to the oversized armchair in the corner of the room. It was supposed to be a small reading nook, tucked between the tall bookcase he built for you over the summer and the tall mirror leaning against the wall. Certainly not meant for this. 

But his expression didn't change. 

Lips pressed together, the muscles in his jaw pulled tight while he watched the bounce of your breasts when you hit the mattress, watched his own hands pry your thighs apart to reveal how wet you were, a few faint red splotches staining your skin to hint at what had happened before he arrived. He didn't miss the way you were watching him either. A small part of you wondered just how much he could see with Gojo's technique, considering he hadn't shown up with any of the blindfolds or bandages or sunglasses the latter usually always had with him. 

But Satoru snapped you back to reality, grabbing both wrists in one huge hand and pinning them above your head, nudging your legs just enough to line himself up properly, his movements still jerky, still adjusting to his new proportions. 

You had one singular moment of clarity. A split second where you realized you were actually about to let Gojo fuck you. Okay, yes, he was in Suguru's body, it was still technically him. 

And the next moment he was sinking into you, and fuck, you nearly forgot everything at how fast he filled you. Whimpers your brain could barely recognize as your own falling out freely when he started fucking you like you really were his girl. 

Dark bangs falling in his face, the first beads of sweat sitting his forehead, hovering over you like he was trying to sear what you looked like underneath him in his brain. 

His thumb digging into the divot of your wrist, the mattress creaking when he found a pace bordering on brutal. Each thrust hard and fast, his hips smacking against your skin while you hooked one leg around his waist, your chest heaving with every shuddered breath. 

“Mine,” He murmured, low enough you suspected he hadn't intended for Suguru to hear, but in the blurred edges of your vision, you caught the way your boyfriend's fist tightened, how white his knuckles were. 

You figured it was a fifty-fifty chance on whether Satoru was saying it purely to piss him off or if he was trying to stay in-character. 

“Mm, all yours,” You whined back, straining under his grip, absolutely hoping to get a reaction out of Suguru. 

You'd never expected Satoru to be so, well, desperate. 

It almost felt like he was trying to brand you, ingrain himself so deeply you'd never be able to root him out. 

“I wanna touch you,” You jutted out your bottom lip, flexing the tendons in your wrist where his hold was starting to ache. His hips stuttered at your request, pausing to recollect himself, his hair hanging down in a thick curtain. Releasing your hands with a heavy breath, cock twitching when you reached up to brush his bangs back. 

It had to be muscle memory. 

But you could've sworn you saw his lips mouthing an ‘I love you’ before they met yours. 

Satoru never really gave your thoughts the time to linger on anything though, hips pounding into you, trying to press the shape of you into the squeaking mattress, the bed’s wooden headboard smacking into the wall in time with every forceful thrust. 

Mumbling mindless compliments into your skin between every kiss, promises of how pretty you looked like this, how much he was yours. 

As much as you loved hearing those words come from Geto's mouth, the shriveled up leftovers of your logic reminded you that just because Satoru never shut up, it didn't mean he actually meant any of it. 

It was just his dick talking. 

Probably. 

He had one hand behind your neck, cradling your head up so it was easier for him to kiss you, distracting you from where his other one was heading until it was already there, his fingers forming a sharp ‘V’ as they skimmed over your clit, teasingly kimming over it just to return to massage rough patterns over it, not very discreetly experimenting with what made you gasp, thighs squeezing around him. Your own fingers tangled in his hair pulling free to scramble for his broad shoulder blades, the nails scratching down his back earning you a heedy moan, his hips suddenly bucking up, and you weren't sure what pushed you over, the tip grinding hard against the spongy little spot at the back or how he rolled the already overworked bundle of nerves between his index and thumb, but you were crying out, tiny stars dotting your vision eyes clenched shut, legs quivering when you came.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me-” His quiet curse was cut short with a raspy moan, stalling out inside you, frozen except for the breaths he managed to suck in and force out, finishing earlier than he'd intended.

The thick warmth of his cum already started to leak down the inside of your thighs, coating his still-throbbing shaft when he reluctantly pulled out.

You kissed him anyway. 

The same way you had when you still thought he was Suguru, just a tender one pressed to the edges of his lips before he untangled himself from you, flipping over next to you to stare at the ceiling fan slowly spinning overhead. 

Suguru laughed. 

“It's my turn, isn't it?” 

The lilt of his voice, the way his mouth quirked up in half a smile stole the breath from your throat. 

You could feel your chin turn up, but you couldn't control it, couldn't move when it felt like all you did was blink and he was standing up, article after article of clothing being peeled off, tossing them over to the half-empty laundry basket in the closet. Satoru was still dazed, blinking lazily next to you, head reclined back on the pillow, Adam's apple bobbing through his ragged breathing. 

“Well?” Suguru mimicked your tone from earlier, padding over to your side of the bed left only in a plain white pair of boxers. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your eyes automatically trailing down his sculpted chest, the defined muscles of his abs down to the trail of white peeking out above the band of his underwear. In a fluid movement, he was shedding those off too, his cock springing up the second it was free. 

And shit, Gojo really had won the fucking generic lottery when he was born, because how the fuck was that fair? Even his dick was pretty. Not quite as thick as Suguru's, but longer, a slight curve to it, the tip a tantalizing pink. 

You had to swallow the spit pooling in your mouth. 

“Forget how to use your words?” He tsk-ed, one knee sinking into the mattress next to you, a soft hand slipping down to the small of your back and pulling into the warmth of his chest. Picking you up, holding you how he always had, cradling you and carrying you in front of the mirror. But he smelled like Satoru, the candied scent of his cologne, the sweetness flooding your nostrils. 

“No,” You choked out, loathing how small it sounded. Staring at the sharp outline of his collarbones so you didn't have to look at his face, brain refusing to reconcile who you were looking at with who it actually was.

Suguru wasn't having it. 

It was hard to tell what happened first when you still felt so dizzy, how fast he sat down, his hand twisting you around so you were on his lap, his chest on your back, his erection pressed against your spine. Forced to meet your own glossy eyes in the mirror, the necklace of hickeys left around your throat, your trembling body perched prettily on Gojo's thighs. His fingers pulling your thighs apart, repositioning you until you were directly above the dripping tip, your mouth dry at the thought of taking all of him like this. 

You didn't think it'd fit. 

For all your teasing and taunting, he was about to give you back everything you gave him tenfold. 

“Su-” You nearly slipped up, blinking too fast. 

But he shoved two fingers in your mouth, muffling your voice before Satoru overheard and spoiled the fun. 

Automatically, you parted your lips for him, swirling your tongue around his knuckles, sucking softly, lashes fluttering closed while he ghosted over your entrance, his free hand tugging your hips down, pushing himself in inch by excruciating inch. 

“C’mere,” He murmured in your ear, forcing past barely-there ring of resistance, all your muscles squeezing hard around him like he was the interloper here. 

“Oh, oh,” You panted, probably incoherent talking with his fingers pressed against your tongue like that. Your thighs quivering with the strain of being spread so open, your sore walls stretching around the delicious length of his shaft, the veins throbbing inside you while he continued to hold you down, slowly filling you up.

“Sweetheart,” He purred, using the same saccharine voice Gojo always did, and you almost jolted, squirming, but he just chuckled dryly, clicking his tongue as he paused, the sound not quite covering your own whimper. Your chin tilted up, head reclining back to rest against his chest, pushing puffs of air out of your nose, clawing for some tiny sliver of control. 

“Fuck,” The sound of Suguru's voice from across the room, Satoru finally noticing what you and your boyfriend were doing with his body. 

Peeking through heavy lashes to find his dark gaze in the mirror, his jaw slack at the sight of you looking so fucked-out on top of him, the needy noises pouring out despite the fingers still stuck in your mouth. 

“Eyes on me,” Your boyfriend muttered, his quiet voice firm when you pulled your attention back to the man behind you in the mirror. 

Cold blue eyes locked onto yours, his pale cheeks making the flush show easier, his lips a pretty shade of pink while they left phantom kisses across the column of your throat. 

“Please,” You whispered against his fingers, his twitch feeling more like torture the longer he refused to move. 

He pulled his fingers out, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip with a pleased sigh, slowly skimming his hand down your front so he could hold your other hip, his touch surprisingly delicate, controlled. 

“You really want me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches?” Suguru mocked, and you guessed it wasn't even incorrect in his assessment even if he was just playing his role. And really, he made a far better Gojo than the cheap imitation Satoru had been giving you of Geto. 

You shakily nodded, your own hands gripping onto his, fingers laced between his much longer ones, the pad of your thumb rubbing tiny circles over his knuckles, a silent reminder that you loved him despite whatever lengths you were both willing to go to win this stupid game. 

“Please,” You repeated. 

He bottomed out before you could breathe, his hips jerking up at the same time as he yanked you down, his tip not grazing, but smashed against your womb, deep enough that you were instinctively falling forward, trying to wiggle away, but he pulled you back before you could hit the mirror. 

Whatever sound came out was strangled, your brain and your guts quite literally being scrambled by his rough thrusts, his hands easing you up just to spear you back down, feeling almost like you were being split open on his intimidating length.

“I-I,” You were stammering, gasping for air when every stroke seemed to slam the breath right out of you. 

“What, baby?” He teased, his left hand drifting up to the bare strip of your midriff below your belly button, pressing down on it as if he could feel himself there. 

“S’ too much,” You practically slurred, drunk on him and the stretch and the burn. He leaned in closer until his canines were teasing at your earlobe, shivering at how much of his body was already connected with yours. 

“My love,” He coo-ed, for your ears only, lost under the filthy smack of his hips against your skin, the sloppy noises of him bucking up into you. “You can take it.”

It was embarrassing how easily he was pushing you back towards the edge, already on the precipice of another orgasm. Knowing your body like the back of his hand, angling himself to hit the same spongy spot as before, tears brimming along your lashes at how wrong right it felt. 

How wrecked he looked in the mirror didn't help. 

The stark white hair glued to his forehead with sweat, the muscles straining in his face, his bicep bulging, his fingers splayed out further to press down harder on your stomach, your body locking up when he drove himself deeper. 

“S-Satoru,” You whined, starting to wonder if his dick was somehow lodged in your throat with how hard it was to manage less than a handful of syllables out. 

“Mm?”

“Yeah?”

Idiots. 

Suguru paused mid-thrust, sighing, stark-white eyebrows furrowed in frustration when he realized Satoru actually responded at the same time as him. 

You both turned, peering over Gojo's shoulder at the real him. 

You didn't think you'd ever seen Geto make that face, the panic that tinged his features, his mouth hanging open like even Satoru couldn't believe he'd given himself away. 

“I-uh, listen,” He started to speak again, until his dark eyes narrowed, belatedly realizing that all your faces reflected was mild annoyance instead of confusion. 

“I think I still won,” You peered up at your boyfriend with a little huff, pouting. 

“Did you now?” He wryly murmured back, and you knew you lost when all it took was a harsh roll of his hips for you to moan his name this time. 

“Shit, Suguru,” You whined, gripping his right hand tight to anchor yourself when you were already fully at his whim. You were throbbing around him, the heat building from within, the swollen bundle of nerves starting to ache from his neglect. 

“Giving up already?” He taunted. 

You stayed silent, lips pressed together tight to hold in what might've been a rebuttal or begging. 

“Oh?” 

He hoisted you up, your whine at how empty you felt without him ringing through the room until he positioned you on the bed, manhandling you into place until you were on your hands and knees in front of his best friend. Satoru was blinking hard,  sitting up and staring at you like he couldn't believe you were real. 

It was something you'd seen before. 

The silky black hair, the bangs stuck to his skin, the veins popping out on his fist when it was wrapped around his cock, a weird sort of comfort reassuring you at the soft sound of your name falling out of his mouth. 

“When did you figure-”

“The kitchen,” You started to shrug, a barely-there smile curling up until Suguru suddenly slid inside, not stopping until he managed to snugly force himself in to the hilt, your lips falling open as you made a strangled yelp. 

The force of it pushing you forward, your hand grabbing one of Geto's sturdy thighs, scrambling for something to hold onto, Gojo's nails clawing at your hips, probably leaving little crescent moons on your skin. You doubted Suguru even realized it, his own usually clipped too-short to ever leave marks. 

Geto's cock was barely inches away, the thick vein running along the side pulsing, Satoru apparently throbbing at the sight of him fucking you like you were on some invisible leash. 

He might as well have been drooling. 

“I think he needs a little help, baby,” Suguru was making fun of him, but you didn't think Satoru had it in him to care about anything other than the need that was surely coiling just as tightly inside him as it was in you. 

“Yeah?” You asked him, trailing your hand higher until it was cupping his balls, just close enough for your fingers to brush against where his own were wrapped so tightly around his dick. “You want my help, Toru?”

His hand jerked up hard when you leaned in to slowly wrap your mouth around his tip, the point of your tongue slowly swirling over it. 

You were content to keep teasing him, but your boyfriend had something else in mind, his next thrust unexpectedly forcing you to take Satoru in, the vein thrumming along your tongue as he hit the back of your throat. You nearly gagged, barely stopping yourself from biting down when you couldn't even breathe. 

“Doin’ so good,” Suguru murmured softly, appreciatively, trailing delicate fingers across your spine to stop right at the nape of your neck, a smooth palm resting against it. You shivered, your shoulders rolling back just for him to push your head down on the last couple inches you hadn't managed to fit in your mouth before. 

“Oh fuck.”

You were inclined to agree with Satoru. 

Actually gagging now, your cheeks hollowed out in your weak attempts to bob your head up-and-down, but he was acting like it was the best head he'd ever received, his groans sticking out over the sound of skin-on-skin and the never-ending whines of the mattress (and you.)

“You okay?” Suguru muttered in your ear, his chest resting on top of your back, planting soft kisses over the sore bruises lining your collarbone. Checking in to make sure it wasn't too much like he didn't already know you just wanted more. Filled-up and fucked-out and somehow still starving for whatever affection either one would offer. 

“Mhm,” You moaned, the sound from your throat practically making the cock in your mouth jump at how needy it sounded. 

Suguru was the kind of man who'd put your needs first. 

Just in his, uh, own way. 

Something almost intangible stretching you further, almost like Suguru had somehow managed to slip a condom on without even slipping out of you. Your mind was too hazy to process what was happening while it expanded in the tiniest of increments, your body reflexively jolting forward with nowhere to go. Whimpering meekly, your fingers digging into Geto's muscled thighs like it'd help any. 

“Oh, that's mean, Suguru,” Satoru chuckled hoarsely, apparently realizing what was happening before you had. 

It wasn't until you noticed that there weren't any nails sinking into your skin, no honeyed kisses tracing your neck that you figured out Suguru was using infinity again. 

“I'm mean?” Suguru wryly scoffed, more amused than annoyed considering he was still buried deep enough inside you he could probably feel your guts. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

He leaned in impossibly close, shuddering at the immense weight of the distance bearing down on you. 

Even if they weren't both stuffing you full, you didn't know if you'd be able to formulate a reply. Stuck dumbly shaking your head no to take Suguru's side, shamelessly grinding your ass back against him, reduced to chasing your most basic instinct. 

This time Satoru laughed, laced with a tight sort of disbelief. But you went back down on him, running your tongue along the vein and feeling the automatic rut of his hips, the laughter turning into a breathy moan of your name. Reaching out to caress your face while he fucked it, clearly close to cumming again.

Probably bruising the walls of your throat with the way he was rutting up into it, the girth forced up against the roof of your mouth. The sweet nothings rolling so easily off his tongue clued you in before the vein pulsing along the swirls of your tongue did, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat, the tension in his muscles all relaxing at the same time while you struggled to swallow all of it. 

“God, I fucking adore you,” Satoru groaned, not making a move to pull out this time even after the last drops leaked out. 

“Watch your mouth, Satoru,” Suguru warned. 

“Well, technically, it's yours,” Satoru reminded him. 

Infinity flickered off. It was hard to tell if it was on purpose or if maybe it was too much to maintain.

But Satoru slipped out of your mouth, watching you through half-lidded eyes, the pupils so wide they almost looked entirely black. Combing his fingers through his long hair, untangling a tiny knot you probably put in it tugging it earlier. 

“Suguru,” You mewled, glancing over your shoulder at the white-haired sorcerer behind you, immediately regretting it at how tightly your stomach knotted at the reminder of whose body was fucking you. 

You hated to admit it, but you were nearing your limit and you wouldn't put it past him to work you well over it if you didn't concede defeat soon. 

“Yeah?” He softened, his harsh pumps easing, his thumb hooked over your hip tracing tiny patterns. 

“You win,” You muttered under your breath, biting down on your lip. 

“I know,” His voice was low, rolling straight through you, only stoking the desperation clawing its way up from your core. 

Losing was still fun when it was with him. 

His hand slipping around, not having to fumble to immediately find your clit, pinching at the sore bud just to make you gasp. 

“Say please,” He teased, your company clearly in mind considering how much he was making you beg for it. 

Satoru wasn't wrong. Suguru could be mean. You just liked it. 

“Please,” Your whisper was more of a rattle, your vocal cords straining to get the noise out. But it was enough. The pressure of his fingers working circles over your clit, massaging the same determined motions against it, damp streaks trailing down your cheeks at the tears brimming over your lashes. 

The crescendo finally cresting, a white-hot wave of pleasure hitting you when pressed down just right. Blinding you to anything else other than the way he burned inside you, the ache in your heart at his proximity. You were only dimly aware of him cumming a handful of seconds later, just a faint inkling of surprise that he hadn't pulled out considering he was in Gojo's body, your already slick thighs pressing together when he pulled out like it'd contain what was dripping down them. 

Your knees buckled, body simply refusing to support your weight and brain doing nothing to stop it. 

Satoru caught you, leaning over to hook a sturdy arm around you and pull you on top of him, his other palm pressing your head down against his broad frame. His skin was still sticky, slick with sweat, every breath he forced in and out of his lungs making his chest move, the steady thrum of his heartbeat reverberating in your ear. 

You didn't have enough strength left to move, letting him stroke your hair softly in silence. 

Even if he wasn't currently stuck in Suguru's body, you suspected you'd still let him. 

"You're okay," You barely processed his smooth murmur, still too lost in the haze of what happened. 

"I would like my girlfriend back now," Suguru dryly remarked, a second set of hands sliding up your hips to grab your waist. 

"Mine."

Did Satoru even realize how much he sounded like a five year old trying to steal someone else's toy on the playground?

Suguru crudely laughed, and your shiver was involuntary, how wrong it sounded to hear Gojo's body sound like that. 

But he tugged you free from his own body's grasp, pulling you into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, a hand on your back to support you while he stood in front of you. 

You didn't know if you could ever get used to this.

Staring at Gojo and knowing it was really Suguru, hearing his voice and feeling his hands, picking up on all the little mannerisms you'd grown attached to over the past couple years, how strange it felt to watch someone else do them. 

"Are you-" You paused, flinching a little at how raw your throat felt. "Um, how long are you guys going to be stuck like this?"

"Dunno," Satoru chirped from the other end of the bed behind you while Suguru sighed, rolling those pretty blue eyes. 

"Shoko said it might be a day or two," Suguru answered slowly, his serious stare focused on you, a deep crease between his brows that you'd never seen on Gojo before. 

"Might?" You questioned, the first icy pinpricks of something close to dread starting to sink in at his careful choice of words. 

"She has no idea," Satoru unhelpfully chimed in again, revealing what you guessed was probably the truth judging by Suguru's strained expression. 

"You shouldn't worry about it, okay?" 

It was pretty hard not to worry when those were the words leaving Gojo's mouth. 

He leaned down to kiss you, softer this time, cupping your cheeks. You peeked, unable to help yourself. His sharp nose brushing against yours, his snowy lashes fluttered shut, the white brows peeking out above them. 

"Kiss her like you mean it," Satoru heckled, the bed creaking while he got up. Suguru scoffed at his snipe, barely breaking the kiss. But he did listen, his teeth grazing against your swollen lower lip to dip his tongue further in. 

“That better?” Suguru sarcastically remarked when he pulled away. 

“Could you do it again so I can get a picture?” Satoru was holding up his own phone, snagged from the pants Suguru had discarded earlier, his camera actually pointed towards where you were currently sitting in front of his actual body. 

You were huffing, everything aching when you scrambled back to grab a pillow from the top of the bed to throw at him, giggling to yourself when you remembered he no longer had infinity to block it, the pillow smacking him straight in the face. 

Suguru laughed at him, a lopsided smile forming when the six eyes landed on you. 

“Don't think you're off the hook either,” You pouted, common sense and reasoning starting to trickle in for the first time since Satoru showed up. 

“You wanna punish me first?” Satoru cheekily volunteered himself, not making a move to put any of his, or you guessed really any of Geto's clothes back on. 

“Shut up,” Your face was still flushed, turning away, not sure how to even keep eye contact with either of them when they were swapped like this. 

“Guess we should all just spend the night here, huh?”

poll on what happens in pt. two here

mini a/n: pls lemme know if you enjoyed hehe!!! this is meant to be a oneshot but honestly I'm so tempted to write literally a prequel a sequel and a spinoff bc I simply cannot help myself lmfao <3

taglist: @universal-s1ut @marrymenanami @suguru-ch

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indie's oneshots + drabbles

what's mine is yours starring bodyswapped!Gojo + Geto

get stuffed! starring teacher!Gojo

marriage material starring boyfriend!Gojo

game over? starring streamer!Choso

five stars starring gamer!Sukuna

1-800-GOJO starring neighbor!Gojo

dreams starring baby daddy ex-bf!Gojo

study session starring nerd!Gojo

back to friends starring ex!Gojo

cotton candy starring bf!Gojo

milk and cookies starring dilf!Geto

your eyes only starring teacher!Geto

how to baby trap marry your best friend starring baby daddy!Geto

simply ear-resistible! starring bunny!Geto

good luck charm starring boxer!Toji

ho ho ho starring bsf!Ino + fwb!Nanami

job offer starring coworker!Nanami

good night (and morning) starring husband!Nanami

twins starring dad!Nanami

honor starring knight!Nanami

clueless starring bully!Naoya

she's so high starring stranger!Choso

midnight show starring actor!Gojo

what's for dinner? starring boyfriend!Sylus

crush starring bsf!Caleb

still yours starring ex-bf!Zayne

(don't) kiss me starring fwb!Geto

child of divorce starring ex-husband!Nanami

unprofessional starring coworker!Nanami

ex-office romance starring fwb!Nanami

breeding stock starring ranch hand!Gojo

cute camgirl starring roommate!Gojo

oops! starring baby daddy!Gojo

take a bite! starring vampire!Geto

two's trouble three's company starring clone!Geto

test subject one starring clone!Nanami

breaking up starring alien!Sukuna

bite sized starring lovesick!Gojo (fairy!Reader)

sweet tooth starring vampire!Gojo

second base starring virgin!Gojo (mermaid!Reader)

betrothed starring fairy prince!Sukuna

full moon starring werewolf!Nanami

devoured starring villain!Sukuna (isekai'd!Reader)

lost and found starring spider!Gojo

party girl starring cryptid!Sukuna

begging for you starring bigfoot!Nanami

nymph starring hunter!Toji

the emperor's new pet starring emperor!Geto

the king's cock crown starring emperor!Gojo

cry for you starring asshole!Gojo + finacé!Sukuna

fly on the wall starring bsf!Sukuna + yan!Gojo

test drive starring f1 driver!Sukuna

purr starring bf!Geto

FREE SNAKE, PICKUP ASAP starring snake!Sukuna

chew toy starring hybrid!Gojo

got milk? starring milk frother!Sukuna

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Emperor! Gojo headcanons/ story preview

pairings- Emperor! Gojo x arranged! Empress reader

summary- you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do with all of that, he doesn't even come to your first meeting - rude! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts, but it turns out he doesn't know that you're not happy to be here either.

warnings - mentions of sex with multiple concubines, Gojo is a pretentious little shit, reader has a past love she left behind, oral sex (m and f receiving) teasing, lots of sexual tension, eventually gonna be mutual pining, gonna have a lot of angst, and smut - New wip, it's going to be a mini series with four parts, taglist open!

this is a birthday gift for my bestie @strychnynegirl hope you enjoy baby!!

Emperor! Gojo who loves all of his pretty concubines equally, he loves to please them, to tease them, to fill them up. To be a concubine of Satoru Gojo's was the utmost position in the empire, women fought hard to climb the ranks for such a chance. Satoru recently took over the position after his father passed away, and has pushed off marriage proposals left and right, why not just have fun with all his beautiful ladies?

Emperor! Gojo however is now being forced into marriage, he's played a foolish bachelor too long, and the higher ups have brought a perfect match from another land, a young princess who has been brought here just for him. Gojo is completely uninterested in meeting her, why should he be excited, the duties of being an emperor were taxing enough without having to meet some stranger and have to sleep with her, have babies with her. He ignores the meeting he's supposed to attend in favor of spending time with his favorite concubines at once, quite scandalous even for an Emperor.

Emperor! Gojo is a stranger to you as well, as you sit there sipping tea, your ladies in waiting are strangers, everyone you knew was back home, and here you are, made a fool of. There are whispers amongst them all, you can hear them as your teacup clinks on the little ceramic dish, and Emperor Gojo's mother comes in to apologize for his absence. She's a beautiful lady, you wonder if he looks like her errantly, but smile in a feigned politeness, nodding along. After all, it's not as if you were looking forward to this either.

Emperor! Gojo takes a bath with all his women, when you decide to join the bathhouse after quite a long time without one, your mind drifting to the boy you loved when you were forced to leave your home. You remember your kisses, your promises, and the moment you got sent away here, with a man who's currently being fed grapes in the clear bath waters by many women. They're giggling, touching him, and you barely see him as your attendant helps you undress.

Emperor! Gojo has brilliant blue eyes that catch you across the enormous, steamy bathhouse then - he's pausing as he sees you, just wearing a thin white slip of material, curious just who you are. You take some of the soap you've brought, and your attendant washes your hair while he can't take his eyes off you, your curves in that thin material, the way the smooth skin of your thighs is lit up but the lanterns above. You're so beautiful he must know who you are.

Emperor! Gojo feels his mouth go dry when you step into those waters now, standing a bit so that he sees the full outline of your breasts, making his cock twitch under the water, he can't focus on anything but how those droplets of water fall from your skin as you methodically wash yourself. You peer at him just a bit, before lowering your lashes, when he can't help but look at one of his favorite girls, asking - 'who is she?'

Emperor! Gojo doesn't get an answer, no one knows what you look like yet, so he assumes you must be one of the new girls in a position to become a concubine. and fuck if he wouldn't love that opportunity, imagining fucking a baby into you ruins him then. One of his major duties is to have as many babies as he can, to strengthen the empire of course. Yet he tends to be a little apprehensive, he dares to admit he doesn't cum in any of the concubines yet, he doesn't know if he wants children right away. He's young, but of course the pressure is there, and he knows it will be soon, especially with him having to marry. He shoves that annoying thought away.

Emperor! Gojo was supposed to meet his wife today, should he feel bad? maybe. Does he? no, he does not. He steps away and walks across the water, giving you a good look at him then, his chiseled body, narrow torso, pale skin glimmering under the warmth of the room. The stream rises as you look slowly up his body, carved like a statue, then finally make it to his face, truly beautiful. He does look like his mother, those white locks with just a hint of lavender, the beautiful blue eyes even more intense than hers, his body glistening as he walks closer, plump vermilion lips curved in a smile as he murmurs a - 'hello, there, are you new here?'

Emperor! Gojo has a reputation of being kind and fair, though on the battlefield he was ruthless, tales of him were regaled worldwide, and you knew of his military prowess of course. You tremble just a bit as he gets closer, his eyes slipping down your body like a caress. 'I am new here, your majesty' he smiles now. 'No need to be so formal,' the emperor brushes a hand across your hair, marveling in the silkiness now. 'Are you here to be a concubine? I assure you, I have a position opening very soon' he acts as if that's a compliment, as if you should be thrilled your husband to be is willing to fuck a stranger while he ignores your meeting. But you smile, shaking your head. 'ah, you're mysterious, hmm?'

Emperor! Gojo is enamored when he touches you under the water, big hand on the small of your back, taking it over as he steps closer, so tall and imposing in the water. Your breasts brush against his abdomen, as your breaths quicken, a mix of irritation and something more you don't want to admit. 'You know who I am?' you nod a bit, biting your lip when he leans down, pressing you along the warmth of the hard wall behind you. one of his long thighs presses against your heat, and you hate how your body reacts, it feels like such a betrayal of the one you loved, and for a man who doesn't want to even know you? You bite back a sigh when he leans down, an arm on either side of you.

Emperor! Gojo murmurs the words - 'so fucking pretty, god,' and earns your blush, he chuckles as he sees it, flushed color on your cheeks, when his lips hover over yours. 'Can you at least tell me your name, mysterious girl?' when you say it he immediately recognizes it, faltering and stepping back, eyes wide. You smile, meanly then, batting your lashes. 'was such a shame you couldn't meet me for tea, hmm? I see you were otherwise occupied' you eye the girls behind his shoulders, whispering to each other wildly, when you push him back, hands on his chest. 'It's rude not to even meet me after I got dragged on a five day journey on ship, you know.'

Emperor! Gojo sputters, eyeing your hands on his chest that he now pins there for a moment. 'You're my... you can't be... you...' a sigh escapes your lips, as you tug your hands back. 'Yes, I'm your betrothed, I suppose this is our first meeting. I'll leave you to your pretty concubines, I'm afraid I don't intend on becoming one,' you turn and climb up those steps, the slip forming to you like a goddess, as you turn him down. No one has ever turned Emperor Gojo down!? yet here you are, turning and giving him a little smile as your attendant hands you a towel. 'Perhaps you'll make it to the wedding, your majesty'

Emperor! Gojo is wracked with confusion, part of him doesn't even believe you, concubines were known for their beauty and assets, but wives were much different. They were always from some long line of weak women, usually only there for their duty, his own mother was quite an exception, but her and his father never loved each other. He hoped himself to never have to marry, but now he feels just the smallest twinge of guilt for not meeting you. Even for him it was quite the talk, he could hear the rumors of how he doesn't have interest in his bride to be as he walks through the corridors of his opulent estates.

Emperor! Gojo sees glimpses of you here and there that week, but you bow and say no words to him, avoiding him until it is your wedding day. And to say you were beautiful before, now it leaves him speechless, throat dry as you were those beautiful sky blue ceremonial juunihitoe, layers of blue and white, embossed with silver flowers just flowing from your body. He's wearing his thick dark blue sokutai, the robes altered to reveal far too much of his muscled chest, as Satoru liked to do. His heart hammers as you clutch your hands together, feeling the stoic eyes of so many on you. You focus on the tall, handsome man that clearly doesn't want this any more than you do, stepping closer and closer, until you're in front of him.

Emperor! Gojo is still reeling when you both sip on each of the three cups of sake, he places his lips on one end of the little dish, then hands it to you, eyeing the red painted on your lips. Your makeup has been done clearly, there's color under your eyes, blush along your precious cheeks. Precious, why did he think that? the thought irritates him, when you two continue the ceremony. Soon, it's night time, and he's prepared in just a thin Kimono, loosely tied, walking over to your chambers now and entering them, seeing you sitting in front of the vanity, your attendant brushing out your hair. 'You may go,' he orders her, the doors shutting with a loud echo as he inhales the sweetness of your scent, mixing with the incense you've lit.

Emperor! Gojo has a husky tone as he says your name, and you stand up now, wearing just a thin blue robe, he can see your breasts rising and falling with your breath, as the two of you stand across the room. 'The sooner I have a baby, the less you'll have to see me, or do this,' you say then, shocking him. His mouth opens, then closes as he smirks at you. 'And you think that you know how that's done?' you tilt your head just a bit, letting your robes fall then, covered in nothing, completely bare for his eyes. His breaths come far too quickly, heat rising on his cheeks. He's been with countless women, but nothing prepared him for this, for you, when you step up to him slowly, a hand on his chest. 'Should I prepare you, your majesty?'

Emperor! Gojo is furiously blushing now, annoyed you have whatever odd effect this is, he tries to save face, trembling as your fingers dance across the silk of his robe. 'you think you're adequate at it?' he says then, you smile just a bit. 'I've had instruction on how to please my future husband, there are many books that show it,' he laughs, trying to play it off, when he undoes his tie, and he's just in a fundoshi, showing his cock straining while his robes land on the floor. 'Let's see it, then,' he gasps when you're on your knees, glaring as he thinks that maybe you've done this before, and why should that bother him!?

Emperor! Gojo has his cock free then, slapping his stomach as it does, thick and already hard from just seeing you, you bite your lip as the cool stone floor hurts your knees, stroking him slowly, from the base where he has tufts of white hair, to his pink tip leaking milky drops. 'I thought I'd have to get you in this state? the books didn't mention it being ready...' he glares now, you're insulting him without even knowing it, calling out his desperation. He entangles a hand in your hair then, pulling it as you lap at his tip, almost making him cum from that. 'Let's see what you've learned, hmm?' you're stroking him then, little hand up and down in gentle twists, as you suck him into your mouth, deeper and deeper, his eyes roll back in his head as he fucks your hot mouth then.

Emperor! Gojo has never felt anything better even from the most practiced girls, your suction, the way your tongue swirls, as he fucks your throat deeper and deeper, moaning. But mostly, those eyes looking up at him. He's whispering filthy things - 'slutty fucking throat' - then sweet things - 'doing s'good, sweetheart...' a conundrum of a man. You feel your tummy clenching, something you didn't expect, snowy lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, while you taste him, hands pressing on his muscled thighs. He pulls you off him then, saliva dripping from your mouth. 'Was I not adequate?' he laughs without humor, standing you up now. 'Not adequate?' he is lifting you and slamming his lips on yours, tasting himself, before carrying you on your enormous bed, decorated in more blues, the color of the Gojo clan, the colors of his eyes.

Emperor! Gojo has elegant long fingers, they slip down your body as he feels it tremble, fingers touching your slick cunt then. You gasp as he kisses down one of your breasts, sucking a nipple in his mouth, moaning and rutting his cock on the silk blankets as you cry out. 'Your majesty, you don't need to do all of that, just... get it done,' your words make him pause, looking up and seeing you then, lips swollen from his kisses. He pauses and looks down your body, dying to be inside you, but your words fuck him then. All of the concubines wanted Satoru, and you were just 'doing your duty'. He pulls back then, raising a brow at you. 'Do I need to suck you more?' he shakes his head, clearing his throat then - 'tonight, we will not consummate the marriage' - the words hurt you deeply. 'did I displease you?'

Emperor! Gojo doesn't know what it is, but the thought of a woman not wanting him, especially you, infuriates him. He shoves you up the bed then, making you blink in confusion, when he kisses down your tummy, watching it tense as he dreams of making it bulge with his cock. 'Are you untouched?' he asks, you blush then. 'I have not lain with a man, no, but I'm not untouched.' Satoru's furious anyone saw your pretty body, but he makes no comment, he surely hates tradition and wouldn't care if you were or were not a virgin. In fact he prefers experience, but when he sees your pretty pussy, glistening and soaked, he moans softly, the prettiest one he's seen. 'Your majesty, that's not... in the books!? ah!'

Emperor! Gojo has his tongue slipping up your slit then, smirking against your cunt as your mouth is wide. 'Not everything is in your books, sweetheart,' he laps up your slit again, and you whine out, gripping his shoulders, your nails pressing in. 'I'll have you cum on my face tonight,' his words are now muffled as he buries his face in your sweetness, letting the juices drown him, moaning as he works your body. He feels you tense, feels your cunt pulsing around his tongue when he fucks into your tiny hole, holding your thighs apart. You're lost in how good it feels, you've cum before but never have you done this, felt this, so intense, so much pressure. You're screaming out, hips arching as he makes filthy sounds with your squelching cunt.

Emperor! Gojo almost cums from just this, he's never enjoyed this so much, he can't help but pay attention to every little thing. You yank on his hair, as if to tug him off, he clamps down then, sucking your twitchy little clit into his mouth. 'ah! y-your majesty!' he wants you to call him Satoru, he can't say it though, for now he just devours your pussy, until you shatter. There are no words, just filthy, messy sounds, slurping and squishing echoing in your brand new chambers, while you cum all over your new husband's face. You're shaking as you come down, as the orgasm leaves aftershocks, pulsing around nothing, pleasure making you dizzy, blinded. Satoru presses one more kiss on your pretty cunt, smirking down at you now, pressing a kiss to your lips, when you taste yourself you're a blushing mess. 'a lot of talk, I don't think you're ready f'me yet, sweetheart'

Emperor! Gojo is getting up then, as you catch your breath, sitting up and looking at the man you barely know, his eyes linger across your body as he swipes his chin, embarrassingly coated with your slick. 'And where will you go, your concubines to cum?' he chuckles then, leaning low, tilting your chin up as you look at him. 'would that bother you, sweetheart?' you shake your head, it can't bother you, it shouldn't, this will be your life now. 'Ah, you're not the best liar, that won't help you play the court, you know,' he turns and walks away then, leaving you alone, to contemplate it all.

Just who was Emperor! Gojo!?

hehe I hope ya'll enjoy I can't wait to finish up a couple stories and get to this (or be chaotic and do it anyway lmaoo)

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PS5 remote Sukuna ruins your twitch career!

pairings - PS5 Remote Sukuna x gamer reader (YEP)

contents/warnings- You're a pro streamer, and your remote has broken! You dig up your old favorite remote, but it just SUCKS! - You're so mad you throw it, but that's when a sexy ass demon comes out of it! He's NOT HAPPY with being locked in your junk drawer, so he decides to give you a lesson in the form of backshots!!! Explicit sex/oral (m receiving) sukuna calling you a slut

My contribution to the unholy trifecta @indiewritesxoxo @yenayaps <3

You're trying your best but you keep losing in every match during your APEX stream. It's because your favorite remote is broken and you're stuck using this old crappy one with a joystick that keeps spinning you to the left! This was the first remote you had and shoved in a drawer forever, but you hoped it'd get you through the game.

"I know, I know! I carry you all the time, pick up my banner, shit! Yeah I'm the number one Loba so- and I'm broke!?" You're cursing with your teammates, furious as this stupid red remote keeps fucking yanking every direction.

It's an old, raggedy remote, your cat literally chewed on the toggles so the rubber is falling off. The buttons are sticky - you don't even know what from! You long ago loved this damn thing and called it your lucky remote until you bought a fancy pro one for several hundred dollars.

You even nicknamed it baby girl, and would give it a little kiss as you climbed to the top - the number one player for your main in the country. Usually, streaming made plenty of money, but you had far too many expenses this month (and a really bad Love and Deepspace addiction - oof!) and ol' reliable had to come out.

"Come on baby girl, work with me," you're biting your lip as you sit in your bright pink gamer chair, with your kitten headphones, and people are talking shit in the chat, earning you talking shit right back at them. They're tipping you a fuck ton telling you to buy another, but it's late and you'll have to order online!

You feel the damn remote vibrating against your lap as you wait for them to revive you again, cursing as it shakes your hands, you're not even sure what it's doing now. It keeps vibrating nonstop, flashing different colors over and over, and you're smacking at it, shaking it, but it's like it's possessed!

"Oh fuck this," you pick up the remote and throw it against the wall now, your name isn't crash out queen for no reason! "God, I can't wait to get paid again."

You're turning off the PlayStation now, when a hand -a huge tattooed fucking hand with black nails - grips your wrist. You scream then, looking up to see a huge man with red eyes and pink hair, naked!?!? You can't help but look and see his cock thick and huge even on soft, growing under your gaze.

"What the... who the fuck are you? A stalker?" He chuckles then, towering over you - god this dude must be seven foot tall almost!? His cock is just swinging all heavy, raising up more as his strong hands grip your arms now.

"I'm baby girl or whatever dumb fucking name you call me, insolent brat!" You gasp now, eyeing where your remote was thrown - and it's GONE!

"No way," you're shaking your head, and he smirks at you, before picking you up like you're some doll. "Hey!"

"How about I fucking throw you, huh?" He tosses you across the fucking room and you land on your bed, it bounces as he's unceremoniously tossed you. "Call you a 'cheap peace of shit' what do you think?"

"I'm sorry, fuck are you some... demon!?" He's chuckling then, the sound far too throaty and inviting, when he yanks off your cat headset, throwing them. "Hey!"

"Tired of your attitude, you're always raging - you're not even that fucking good at playing-" You smack him then, hard, and his ruby eyes glare, but the problem is you've made him hard now.

"I'll fucking exorcise you, demon!" You're shoving at him, when you notice his thick, throbbing cock, wrapped with veins and leaking pre. "Are you horny right now! Where are your clothes??"

"You think remotes fucking have clothing?"

"Go back in there then!"

"I think I'll cum inside you instead," he's yanking your panties down, ripping them in the process. "Had me shoved in your junk drawer next to your broken vibrator? Throw shit out."

"Should've thrown you out - ngh!" Sukuna's shoved two long fingers right in your hole, it gets way too wet, you're trembling, thighs shaking on either side of his hand as you cry out. "What are you doing, you can't fuck... you're a remote!"

"Hah, I was trapped in there, but finally you threw me hard enough you freed me - fuck you're wet," he's moaning now, scissoring his fingers in and out, stretching you too much. "Also, think I didn't notice how you'd set my on your lap when I vibrated? Slut."

"Am not even! You're a stupid... oh fuck, there... remote- no, don't stop!" He's yanked his fingers out then, sucking your drippy cunt off them, his cheeks hollowing.

That's when it hits you -

He's hot.

Your attitude shifts a bit as his cock gets even bigger, red tip leaking pearly drops onto your bed, and your tummy clenches. "Oh, dropped the attitude huh? Ya think I'll let you cum?"

He's shoved your thighs up now, putting his tip along your slit and rubbing, groaning as he feels a wet cunt for the first time in years. He's been sealed away for at least six years in this fucking remote, last time he was shoved in a Nintendo Gamecube! He's not going back in again.

He's determined to make sure he fucks you good enough you never send him back, also, Sukuna always missed you, locked away! He'd only see glimpses of you with new remotes, and that made him very sad. He loved you touching all of his toggles and buttons </3

"Beg for it, brat," he's talking shit even though he honestly wants to tell you you're pretty, but you're shaking your head. "Stubborn huh? Beg for it."

"Put it in! No - no not there!?" Sukuna's pressing against your ass hole instead, tip burning as you panic, he throws his head back and laughs at you.

"Can't take it up the ass? Pathetic mortal."

"Oh shut up - fine, please... what's your name? Baby girl?"

"I'm not baby girl!" He shoves his cock deep then, you're screaming out as your cunt barely takes him, drooling down his cock with each stroke as he presses deeper. He watches your tummy bulge and smirks at the sight. "Look, fucking wrecking your insides"

"You're... ah... so baby girl - your hair is so - pink and - hah!" Sukuna's fucking you hard now, for his pleasure, mean fucking strokes as he leans down, glaring and grabbing your chin, pink hair falling over his brow that you kinda wanna run your fingers through.

"My name is Sukuna, I'm the King - don't you laugh brat - of curses, okay!?" You're gasping in pain when he shoves so deep he hits your cervix now, you're so wet you hear it, the squelching wetness of your cunt, over and over. He shoves up your top, smacking your tits then, grinning as he sees them jiggle.

"Ah! Ow, baby girl!"

"I'm not baby girl!??!" He's done with your insolence! He flips you over then, using your crumpled up skirt as leverage as he starts making mean backshots. "Call me my name, now brat."

"S-Sukuna, fuck..." He's moaning then, shoving your head against your pillows, railing you as your game sits in the lobby, your character making weird NPC moves that somehow match the rhythm of Sukuna's cock.

"Beg me to cum, huh? Pathetic brat, look at you," he's talking shit because he's close, your gummy walls are gripping him too fucking good, he can't take it. He groans and leans over, shoving you in his prone position, biting your ear. "Beg me."

"Lemme cum, please... best remote ever..." He's moaning at that, it's just what he needed! He's reaching a hand around, finding your clit and running in circles, you're gripping your sheets and whining out, head falling back for more of his bites.

"Gonna fill you up s'good, won't even game without my cock inside you, huh?" That sounds great to you actually, you're so close now, whining and nodding when your - remote!? - kisses you, and drinks your moans.

His saliva drips in your mouth as he busts his hot white ropes in your cunt you're cumming with him, milking him for more, when he finally pulls back, he's standing and coming over to your drawer then, as you catch your breath. His cum is dripping out of your pussy, so much.

"What is it?" You manage to as, and he's holding up one of your mini skirts and glaring.

"This will never fit me!? You need to buy me a wardrobe."

"No, I need a new remote! I can't afford clothes too!" He's standing now, walking up to you, dick still on hard and dripping from you.

"You will have me naked all the time so you can game more!?"

"I'm a professional streamer!"

"That's it," Sukuna's shoved his cock in your mouth then, pulling at your hair, you get so fucked out you order him clothes when your direct deposit hits </3 Your pussy hurts too much to game right now anyway.

NOT EVEN SORRY anymore <3

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Conjuring Ryomen Sukuna

pairings - Haunted Doll/Demon Sukuna x f!reader

summary - Your haunted doll Sukuna is really creeping out everyone you know, so you're tired of it! He is always watching, he scares your dates away - rude! You decide enough is enough, and after numerous times trying to destroy him, you get the help of a friend to sage/smudge the house. Big mistake!

warnings - Horror tbh lol, COMPLETE CRACK, spitting, name calling, oral (f receiving) Sukuna being psycho and just a freak, mating press, rough sex, creampie, Sukuna is basically Anabelle lmfao.

You can thank @yenayaps for spurring this on and for making the Sukuna pic lmao!! (also @indiewritesxoxo bc they rly get me on the weirdest paths)

You have tried so many times to get rid of your creepy, haunted ass doll!!! He's so torn up and raggedy, he's still covered in dirt from when you've buried him. He's sewn together in places (you never sewed him!?) his creepy ass grin and red button eyes terrifying as ever. You've thrown him in a blender, a dumpster, you've thrown him in the damn pond!

Fuck you burned him, earning some singed raggedy pink hair. But Nothing Works!!

He's always coming back, showing up on your chair, showing up in your fucking bed!? Sometimes you'd wake up and scream, and throw him out of the attic window, sometimes you'd stuff him in a trunk up there and you'd hear his creepy little footsteps as he ended up back in that rocking chair. You'd push him in your closet and he'd be sitting at the dinner table, waiting for you to serve him.

Not like you ever would!

What's the worse is when you tried to bring a date over, and the moment you thought maybe you could get off a bit - (fuck you deserve it living with this demonic doll) - the doors start slamming and the lights flicker! All of your dates run away in fear, and you're left endlessly frustrated all the time.

"I swear, I'm getting rid of you today!" You say this morning, shaking the doll and then throwing it on the floor, just for it to move it's head, making you scream. "God you're creepy, just wait!"

Your friend is a whole hippie, and thank goodness for that. You've buried Sukuna again in your garden, wiping the sweat off your brow as your friend looks at you with a concerned gaze. "I'll be right in, please go ahead!"

You may look insane burying this doll in your yard every week, surely the neighbors are concerned, but they have no clue the torture this damn thing causes. Cheap mortgage payments are not worth it!

"This is what you get for buying a haunted house you know," you're walking in, washing your hands in your kitchen as your friend shakes her head. "The energy in here is insane."

"I know, ugh. You know I couldn't afford anything else!" You dry your hands on a towel as she starts laying out crystals, evil eyes, and lighting the sage. The smoke makes you cough it's so thick, when she hands you one.

"Repeat this - you will not harm me."

"You will not cock block me!"

"Hey!" You blush then, realizing your words, clearing your throat as your friend rolls her eyes. "Why do I deal with you?"

"He really does, I haven't gotten dick since I've been here," you pout and she starts walking through the house, shivering. "Yeah, he sits in my room the most."

"We'll put extra protection in here," she's smudging more, opening all the windows, as you follow her - praying this doll was done - the next step was a whole exorcism!!

The doll doesn't return that day, you almost can't believe your luck, and that night he's still not there! You freely go on a date - he's not even that good of a kisser but you really need to get laid, it's been a whole year since this doll started. He's fingering you good enough in the car, that you decide to bring him in.

Typically, this is when your doll would start messing with you, but the house smells so clean and it's blissfully empty. Your date is kissing down your body as you lay in your bed, and for once the creepy doll isn't even here staring at you!

Yay for Sage!

"So pretty," he's murmuring, kissing up your thigh, you're moaning then, it's just been so long, you were even scared to masturbate because he's watched so much! "So wet..."

"Shh," you didn't need the dude to talk, no you really need to cum - but of course, he doesn't know what he's doing. But that's okay, you're just excited your creepy ass doll is gone, so you tug his face where it needs to be and work with it. "Mnh!"

"Hmm," that sound doesn't come from him, or you, in fact he's buried against your pussy when you look curiously to see it-

That Fucking Doll!

He's grinning at you, making you scream when your date pulls his lips off whatever part of your pussy he was going for, looking at the chair then. "Oh, I didn't see that - it's fucking creepy!"

"Just... um ignore it..." Soon the doll has slammed the damn door, your lights flicker again, and your tv is going on and off. "Dammit..."

"I'm sorry but... this is too creepy, he's like haunted!?" Your date runs out when the doll turns his creepy ass head, and you're done. You tug on your panties, picking the doll up by his hair, scowling.

"I'm getting an exorcist tomorrow, you creepy little shit!" You throw him out of your room with a huff, locking your door and grimacing, throwing a hand over your face.

You almost could have cum just grinding on the guys nose, you're that needy after this year of hell! You're grabbing your vibrator, spreading your thighs then, eyes fluttering shut. You have to just cum and you'll feel a little better, surely, hopefully the stupid doll does his usual routine and comes in after a couple hours.

The vibrations are hitting your clit, and your hips rise up, shutting your eyes and imagining how good it'll be to get rid of this stupid fucking doll, when the vibrator is snatched from your hand and thrown against the wall. You scream at that, eyes opening when a hand comes over your mouth.

Who the fuck is this!?!?

He's got glowing red eyes just like your doll, but he's huge, and he's naked, covered in tattoos as your eyes dart down his throat, his chest, and his big hand lets go. He smirks down at you, when you scooch up the bed, chest heaving, and he eyes your pussy, lapping at his plump lower lip.

"You thought that loser or that toy could make you cum, brat?" his voice is gruff as he speaks, you reach for your phone, but he throws that now too.

"Who are you!? How'd you get in?" You're covering yourself up with a pillow, only for him to throw that now too, as you look all over the room. "I have a haunted doll, he'll scare the shit out of you."

He laughs then, throwing his head back, before giving you an evil fucking grin, straddling your bed and making it creak with his heavy weight, one arm on either side of you. "Oh you're fucking dumb."

You glare and smack the shit out of him then, screaming out as your palm stings, he's chuckling again, and you see him hard, he's fucking huge. Veiny, a good nine inches, leaking precum on your damn bed, as he shoves up your top.

"Get the fuck out, who breaks in naked - you're a creep!" He's chuckling now, shaking his head, pink hair messy, his fingers gripping your breasts.

"I'm tired of watching you try to fuck all these losers," you gasp then, lips parted.

"You can't be..."

"My name isn't Anabelle by the fucking way," he says, glaring at you, and you tremble. "It's Sukuna, king of fucking curses."

"Oh whatever as if you're a king- Raggedy Andy looking- ah!" Sukuna is done with you then, he has a huge hand around your throat, as his other finds your soppy little cunt.

"I'm not raggedy andy, I'm a fucking demon," you're shaking your head again, but when he touches your clit with his rough fingers, you can't help but cry out. "Cunt is desperate, so slutty."

"You're really the doll!? I saged you! Oh fuck," he's rolling in circles now, his heavy cock looking more and more tempting - you weren't really gonna fuck your haunted doll were you!?!? "Ngh!"

"You just brought me out, hah - pathetic, looking at you with your stupid ass crystals, think they work on me?" He's shoved two thick ass fingers inside you now, you're rolling your eyes back, pulsing around them already.

"W-why don't you... just leave me alone... ah!" You're saying it as you're gushing down his fingers. "I was finally gonna cum - you haunted fucking chucky doll!"

"I'm not chucky or fucking anabelle!" He's furious then, pulling out his fingers and shoving them in your mouth, you're sucking on them without thinking, when he scowls at you. "I can't believe you lit me on fucking fire- oh and I'm claustrophobic by the way!? you mean ass little-"

"Don't you dare even! Fuck, could you just... get me off! It's your fault I never do! Maybe I wouldn't burn you or throw you in the pond if you were useful!'

"Useful, you're such a bitch.." you smack him again, just making him harder - it's been eighty years trapped in that stupid fucking vessel, and he's had to watch you naked for a year! He's far more needy thatn you.

"Don't call be that, fucking Robert the doll but even lamer!"

"You listen to too many much horror podcasts, oh and you know he wouldn't have got you off, yeah?"

"Like you can, you're a doll!"

"I'm a fucking demon, now shut up," he's yanked off your panties, shoving them in your mouth, when he leans down and brings your pussy right against his face. "I'll show you how to really cum, fucking insolent brat."

"Who the fuck says insolent- ancient ass- oh fuck," he's spreading your lips, eyeing your pretty cunt, he'd tell you it was pretty if you weren't always trying to destroy him or stuff him in boxes. But for now, he'll think it, drinking your cunt up and moaning as he ruts his cock against the matress. "Oh god! There, there, fuck!" You're tugging at his hair when he nips your clit, smacking your hands now, scowling with his bright red eyes. "Ow!"

"Don't tell me what to do, pathetic human, be thankful I'm letting you have this," he is so fucking pretentious for a doll you think to yourself, wishing you could toss him back into that trunk in the attic until he's sucking on your clit. "Mmm... should thank me."

You're gushing then, how can you not, his tongue swirling your clit, sucking it into his hot mouth, the little thing twitching as he vibrates it with his stupid demon mouth. You wonder if the doll actually killed you and you're in some weird limbo with it, maybe it dragged you to hell, but it feels so good you honestly go with it.

He's messy, sloppy and somehow precise as he drags your thighs closer, sucking up all your juices. You're writhing under him, closer and closer, while he devours your pussy so hungry, he won't tell you how good it tastes either, you're too much of a fucking brat for all that - you've given him PTSD from all the ways you've hurt him!!!

"Cum, now - whiny little brat..." You're screaming out before you can stop yourself, his tongue slipping up to collect all the juices that spill as you're yanking his hair again.

The orgasm hits far too good, you're making a mess and squirting on your - haunted doll's!?- face then, he grins, lapping it up, before leaning up and wrapping a tattooed hand around your throat. He spits right into your mouth after prying it open, you're choking as you swallow it, only for him to bend you in half, slamming his thick cock in as much as it can go.

"G-god... oh my... you're too big, fuck!" You're trying to back off, but he drags you back, smirking as he presses your thighs up, smushing them against your breasts and fucking deeper.

"Tired of listening to you every fucking day, bitchy and annoying, tired of you bringing losers - ah fuck you're tight - home. And tired of - mmm - you trying to get rid of me!"

"I'm - ah! - tired of - fuck, there!" You're done as he's fucking you so good then, you've never had dick like his, it's tearing you apart with each filthy fucking stroke. You're trying to scratch at his back when he pins your wrists down, pressing all his heavy weight on you.

"Shut you up - hah - fuck..." Your cunt is milking him, it's been a good hundred years since Sukuna has fucked anything, he would jerk off in his vessel but it wasn't the same! And he's wanted you too long, so he's trying to hold back for a moment as your gummy walls grip his veiny length.

"W-won't sage you if you... mnh, make me cum again - ah!" He's scowling now, fucking you harder, breaking you in half with his mean cock - you have to hope that he doesn't have some creepy fucking doll stds or something!?

"Haven't fucked in... a hundred years... gonna cum so much, in your slutty little fucking pussy - mine, not that fucking losers..." you feel a little relief, a hundred years he should be okay, but you're still half convinced you're dead or asleep anyway.

"Cum in me," he smirks then. "Oh stop it, just do it."

"Slut, fucking mean ass brat, fucking.... god your pussy..." he also thinks you're pretty, but you sure wouldn't hear that either!

Sukuna fucks you in that mating press, until he's got you cumming again, pulsing around him with your aftershocks, and he lets out a hundred fucking years of cum, white ropes busting in your pussy, bulging your tummy.

"So much what the- you're still cumming!?"

"Shut up, god... fuck..." He's losing it now, he almost kisses you, but instead he's spitting in your mouth again, moaning as he pulls back, watching his own cum being pushed out down his length.

"I'm like hallucinating or dead," you're whining out then, as he pulls back, cum spilling all over your bed, as he smirks, fingering it back into your hole. "I'm sore! It's been a year because of y-you!"

"Shut up, fucked ya good enough yeah?" You're just trembling now, as he pulls back, sighing and laying next to you, on one arm. "I require clothing."

"Aren't you going back to like being a creepy doll?"

"Tch, no, the sage released me, and now your sexual energy is feeding me," he's tugging you against him, frowning as he studies you. "You were so mean to me!"

"You were a haunted doll! And never let me get dick."

"Well obviously not," he's blushing now, and you can't help but giggle. "Do not laugh at me, mortal!"

"Oh sorry, I may have some old sweats or shirts from my ex, let me look." You hop up now, shaking your head when he tugs you back on his lap. "What is it?"

"I'm scared by myself, that's why I kept going to your room, and you just kept throwing me away," he's nuzzling your neck now, kind of sweet for a demonic possessed doll. "Don't do it again!"

"Okay fine, I won't. Now I feel bad!"

"You should!" He's sinking sharp teeth into your neck, fucking you again, as he has much to make up for, making sure to fuck all his frustrations out of his mistreatment!

This is silly LMAO

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Lights, Camera - Action! 🎬

Pairings- Moviestar! Satoru x Costar! Reader

Warnings - mdni - sexual tension, kissing, desire, mutual pining (my fave lol)

I may make this a full oneshot, lmk in the comments if you'd want one 🫶 idea for movie star Gojo from @iamharryswife

You can't fall in love with your costar on your first big role.

Its not professional, right? To get soaking wet as he kisses you for the cameras, as his plush lips press on yours, and the cameras are flashing so bright. As directors and producers stare at the two of you.

This is a huge opportunity, your first co-starring role with Satoru Gojo, one of the most famous actors there are. For a girl from a small town in a low income home, this meant more than just wealth for you, it was securing everyone back home right now.

It would be scandalous, and he is rumored to be dating some of the most famous damn actress in the world already, a bit of a playboy. Plus, its all for the movie, for the shot, how his tongue slips in your mouth, how his big hands slip up your top.

You're trembling then, struggling for composure as Satoru Gojo leans up, frowning a bit, his brilliant blue eyes ever attentive as his silky white hair falls over his brow. 'Sweets, you need a moment?'

'Cut,' the director calls, you're blushing now, as he leans up, shirtless for the scene. He's so heart breakingly gorgeous, and you're worried he can feel the heat between your thighs.

'Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? It's your first time doing a scene like this, right?'

The problem isn't the scene, the problem is your cunt is throbbing around nothing, and your nipples are taut and pressed against your top. How could you separate acting from reality when your body is reacting like it never has?

'No you're great, I don't know if I am doing well I think. I'm in my head.' He brushes your hair back, and that's not for cameras that are now diverted from their shot of you two in the makeshift bedroom. No, it's genuine when he smiles.

You thought he'd be an ass like the rumors all said, but Satoru was achingly thoughtful and sweet. A perfect costar, you've watched him for years and been so enamored, is that what all this is? The build up, the admiration, of going from a fan to a costar?

'You're doing amazing, kissing is on point. Doesn't look fake or forced either,' you exhale nervously. Of course he's helping direct this movie as well, his directing debut, and he considers this good acting and not what it really is. You just enjoy it. 'If you need to, we can take a breather.'

'I'm good, promise. Thank you Gojo.' He smiles and soon he's kissing a trail down your breasts as the shoot continuds, gently pushing up your top. His heavy breaths just making you wetter, and that's when he catches it, as he lifts your thigh an kisses your knee for the intimate scene to start.

You're dripping down your inner thigh.

He grips you too tightly, his body reacts in a way it never does, not since his first shoot has he in any way had some reaction. This was methodical, clinical in its nature, every kiss perfect and precise, every look for the camera on point.

His costars got excited, he's been with some of them outside of this, but he's never seen glistening wetness on an inner thigh like this, feeling your heat radiating. He can't help but leak pre against his boxers, highly fucking unprofessional as you look up at him.

God you're fucking pretty like this.

Hes blinking, trying to focus, gather his thoughts at all, when he goes back to kissing your knee, the bright lights all over you all as the camera zoom in. He swipes that away, you're gasping, eyes fluttering shut, when he can't help but taste you right on set.

A deliberately secret motion, no one could know but him, but when he tastes you on his tongue he loses all sense of what's around him, and his desire takes hold. He can't be unprofessional right? He can't just eat you out for real, this isn't a porn it's a fuckkng r rated movie.

But he seriously contemplates it before he hears another - 'cut!' - and he's brought back to reality, of the pretty new costar under him.

[procastinatingbitch]

indie's must reads

my personal favorites fics of mine

only ones who know starring villain!Gojo + hero!Geto

no. one party anthem starring childhood fwb!Sukuna + rockstar!Geto

cyberbully!Sukuna

chronically online loser!Gojo

slim pickins starring toxic!Satosugu + rebound!Sukuna

lovefool starring king!Sukuna + jester!Gojo

snowed in starring yeti!Gojo

sweet tooth starring vampire!Gojo

paranoid android! starring robot!Reader

how to babytrap marry your best friend starring baby daddy!Geto

simply ear-resistable! starring bunny!Geto

(don't) kiss me starring fwb!Geto

my favorite fics from other blogs

what you know starring Sukuna by @starmapz

well, are you mine? starring Sukuna by @madamechrissy

the drowning starring Geto by @peppertoastuniverse

beat your heart to death starring Gojo + Geto by @specialgradefckr

the parasite starring Sukuna by @yenayaps

aita for stealing my hookup's cat? starring Geto by @toadtoru -> now @ken-toad

roll for initiative starring Gojo + Geto by @snail-day

nice to meow-t you starring Geto by @baepsays

bound to be starring Sukuna by @baepsays

not just anybody starring Sukuna by @yenayaps

isekai'd as game protag starring Gojo by @sixeyesonathiel

dilf!Kento starring Nanami by @webism

billion dollar man starring Sukuna by @emphism

untitled drabble starring Sukuna by @deathofacupid

a cat-astophric curse starring Nanami (acct deactivated)

convergence theory starring Geto + Gojo by @deathofacupid

untitled drabble starring Gojo by @gojosoups

scorched earth starring Gojo by @nanamiskentos

armageddon starring jjk!men by @nanamiskentos

the fool's guide to romance starring Geto by @cuntyji

wherever you go, that's where I'll follow starring Gojo by @milawritess

spoiled starring nanami + toji by @edenarchives

currit in sanguine nostra starring Sukuna by @ccazimi

alien!Choso by @gossamyrrh

untitled drabble starring Gojo by @cuntphoric

infect me with your love starring Gojo by @fushitoru

kiss it better starring Sukuna by @kunareads

my favorite smaus

short n sweet starring jjk!men by @tsukuhoe

nine lives starring Sukuna by @cherryblossom-heart

who is she? starring jjk!men by @cherryblossom-heart

hospital room starring jjk!men by @digitalro

aphrodisiac starring jjk!men by @naammiii

the other woman starring Gojo by @cinnamorollcrybaby

my main masterlist is here

there were so many others I wanted to include but I tried to keep this from getting too long >.< other recs can be found on my blog using #indiesrecs *reminder to PLEASE read rules and content warnings posted for each fic* also highly recommend checking out all of these blogs since they have so many more pieces than I can list here <3

[procastinatingbitch]

our lord and saviors @indiewritesxoxo, @yenayaps, and @madamechrissy gifted us with animal!sukuna and objectification!sukuna (no one but me is calling it that, i just thought it was funny) which i have been obsessed with (it gives me soo much serotonin) and i’ve been inspired by them to write my own EXCEPT I NEED TO FINISH MY BACKROOMS PORNO FIRST soooo…

heres a little headcanon as i think about it:

painting!sukuna who you bought at an estate auction. a slightly grotesque portraiture of eyeballs you are sure is just a customized halloween decoration from joanns r.i.p.

painting!sukuna who feels right at home on your wall next to other morbid decorations. the gothic decor really reminded him of the good times in his shrine. he especially like the snake skeleton.

painting!sukuna who watches you never come home with anyone, watching sad television and reading the raunchiest books, but you seem happy. the little vibrator you call “toji” makes you very happy.

painting!sukuna who falls off the wall for no goddamn reason all the time. (there is a reason and that is that its time for his show on tv but you haven’t turned it on)

painting!sukuna who one day throws himself too hard, breaking the seal that kept him locked away

painting!sukuna who looks for the goddamn remote when it comes time for his show but can’t find the remote and for once in your life, your not locked away in your room.

painting!sukuna who tears your place apart looking for the remote only to miss his show. and now he’s pissed.

and you come home from a crazy long shift to find your house destroyed, a hulking naked 6’5 man with a huge cock on your couch, and your… panty drawer strangely empty.

oh, you’re in trouble.