Addictive Silence

ryomen sukuna does not concern himself with the miserable dwellings of day to day life of peasants (aka his frat buddies)

he parties,he gyms, he balls. he looks good and smells good and keeps his women limited to strict one night schedules.

he doesn't give two shits about who's fucking whom and whichever latest breakups circulating around campus. and he definitely doesn't keep track of his friends' girlfriends.

except when he spotted you one night , sitting in one corner of the raging neon lit room , fiddling with your fingers as you watched your boyfriend dance with other women .

sukuna told himself he didn't care about how your smile kept faltering or how sad your eyes looked.

yet, he never wanted to punch a man to oblivion so much than at that moment. he reigned himself in that night.

but the next time when he saw your crestfallen expression when your asshole boyfriend dismissed your homecooked lunch before the entire team , sukuna lost it.

so yeah. he did punch his teammate and frat mate to oblivion.

the rest was easy and quick. some bruises here and there. a little blood. but his favourite part was hearing your shy mouth yell "fuck you , you bastard" on your boyfriends bloody and beaten face (courtesy of him)

but sukuna's life somehow became even more convoluted after that.

his eyes track the slight colouring of your cheeks , the way your gaze darts away from his as you mutter a shy "thank you" .

the sweet scent of your shampoo lingers in his nose when you pass by him in the corridors. his mind replays the small smile you gave him when he crossed paths with you, in the dark quiet of his room.

days escalate to weeks and he finds himself sitting on the bleachers after practice, eating from the cute pink bento you prepared for him as he listens to you read out a line from your favourite book.

he surprises himself when he throws away his entire stash of cigarettes after you tell him one afternoon that you dislike the smell of them.

as autumn approaches, sukuna finds himself before you , pink cheeked, handing you the books he picked out in hopes that you would enjoy them.

ryomen sukuna did not care about feelings . he never bothered to question his own lack of them. but then how was he supposed to justify the way his heart beat stuttered when you placed a soft, barely there kiss on his cheek after he walked you to your apartment?

ryomen sukuna did not bother with cheek kisses. he was rough and in the bed,took from the women what he wanted.

and you were the antagonist of everything he was accustomed to. because it wasn't rough and hard and frantic when it came to you. hell, he hadn't even tasted your lips, and somehow sex hadn't even crossed his mind.

he was willing to take even the tiniest bit of affection you showed him. and somehow it was enough for him.

with you it was lingering fingers, and soft glances. easy smiles and reading poetry. eating sundaes at 10pm under the streetlights .

and when he realised that he looked forward to hearing your soft voice as you read to him, and eating your handcooked meals instead of his bland protein shakes and walking you home as the lamposts cast a warm glow on your skin—sukuna realised that he was utterly fucked.

because, as much as he wanted to deny it, he was no fool.

cw : est. relationship, pornstar!au, explicit smut, cuckish gojo, filmed sex, penetrative & unprotected sex, threesome?, Sukuna's big, creampie, & not proofread.

ⓘ FEATURING pornstar!satoru's big idea of keeping the bedroom exciting? Inviting his favorite costar to come fuck his pretty girl nasty !

You felt like your thighs were vibrating with each thrust of Sukuna's hips against yours. The sweet sting of each inch of his thick cock stretching you perfectly, felt almost addictive.

Staring up at Satoru, you blushed. Your boyfriend carefully holding a camera steady to catch each sinful expression you & his dear friend made.

This was allll his idea, & the grin on his lips—and the growing tent in his pants—you could tell he didn't regret a thing.

"Come on, pretty girl. Focus, smile for the camera." Sukuna growled, grasping your chin & pulled you up, making you look into the camera.

You felt your back instinctively arch against his chest as you cooed at the lens, waving sheepishly.

The white-haired man before you only gave a teasing wave back, carefully out of frame.

You looked out of it, makeup smeared, thighs messy with slick, hair tousled around, but fuck it was the best sight Satoru or Sukuna had ever witnessed.

Satoru used all his patience not to fish his throbbing cock out & have you lick it for him. instead watching just how good his costar was at fucking you into a babbling mess.

It was hard to hold the camera steady though, with your blissed out expression, the soft whimpers & whines you let out at each mean thrust Sukuna graced your cunt with.

"I said—" Sukuna hissed, pulling his hips back, only leaving his pierced tip inside you "—to fucking smile." He slammed back in with a brutal thrust, bullying his way to kiss your cervix, your walls clenching tightly around him.

You let out a quiet whimper, swallowing harshly before giving your boyfriend a glossy-eyed smile.

Satoru paused, giving Sukuna a glare. "Be gentle with her asshole." He rasped, slowly bending his knees until he was face-to-face with you at the edge of the bed, cupping your cheek & sweeping his thumb in soft circles.

Even if it looked hot, he made sure to set clear boundaries. Nothing too mean, nothing too far, or the entire night would end early.

Watching one of the men he always filmed with at work, fucking his girlfriend? Hotter than he imagined, especially with Sukuna's reaction to all your little noises.

Satoru smiled at your dazed expression, how you clung to his wrist & pressed soft kisses to the skin you could reach, muffling your moans with his touch. the vibrations finding their way up his arm.

Fuck, it was hard to focus on anything but shoving Sukuna out of the way & fucking you himself.

"You okay baby?" He whispered, choking on a chuckle as Sukuna's hips stuttered, reaching over to swat Satoru away.

"She's just fine." Sukuna sneered at his friend, guiding your hips into a slow roll against his, pressing you back down against the comforters. "You promised you wouldn't touch her while I was fucking her, Gojo."

"She's my girlfriend, Ryomen. I'm allowed to check on her if she seems a little too out of it." Satoru stated, carefully guiding the camera to capture your buried face. "Even when you look so pretty like this baby."

Even though Satoru couldn't see it, Sukuna could feel how tightly you clenched around him at the sound of Satoru's voice.

You simply nodded at Satoru, reaching out to grasp his wrist tightly, guiding it back against your face with a whimper.

"Look at that." Sukuna purred, spreading your thighs wider, pumping deeper into you, a cocky grin growing on his lips as he flicked his gaze between you & Satoru. "You just looove it when he talks like that, don't you?"

You didn't form a response, just lazily nodding against the mattress & scratched at your boyfriend's forearm.

"Oh? Naughty, naughty. Clinging to me while fucking my friend. Imagine how Ryomen must feel?"' Satoru cooed teasingly, though he didn't attempt to pull away from your touch.

'I'm just fine, pretty girl takes me well." Sukuna assured, pulling your hips flush against his & bottoming out in your greedy cunt, just before a loud, choked, whimper escaped your throat, instinctively grasping your boyfriend's hoodie, dragging him closer.

Both of them froze, Sukuna's hands on your hips instinctively raising above his head & worry painting itself across Satoru's face.

He'd never heard that type of noise from you before.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, leaning closer, passing the camera instead to Sukuna so he could check on you.

You surprised him by dragging him into a sloppy kiss. "Stay put?" You pleaded, holding tightly onto the sides of his jaw. "Please?"

He gulped, glancing up at the very confused Sukuna before flicking his gaze back to you, nodding softly. "Of course baby."

"Is this an okay angle?" You glanced up at Sukuna, who gave a quick nod, holding the camera steady on his camera as he started back up his pace.

It wasn't hard to get close, he'd been sure he was only a thrust away from finishing when you'd scared them.

Your soft whimpers were driving both of them crazy.

Gojo smiled at your fucked out expression, brushing his thumb over your smeared mascara. "So pretty."

Sukuna's hips stuttered, his shoulders tensing a little. "I'm about to—" He choked when you pressed your hips back against his, his body tensing as white-hot pleasure swept through you both.

You tugged Satoru against your lips, thighs shaking around Sukuna as your orgasm left you trembling.

"Fuck." Sukuna rasped, swatting your ass teasingly as he watched the creamy mess dribble out. "No wonder Satoru's always bragging on you. You really were a good girl."

You blushed, pulling away from Satoru, who nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. "She's the best."

The very first time you slept with Satoru, you immediately knew he was a certified tit guy.

He’d spent what felt like forever massaging them, sucking on your nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh—completely lost in it—while you were practically throbbing and dying for him to finally fuck you.

Two years later, nothing had changed. If anything, he’d only gotten worse.

He touched them every single chance he got: insisting on showering together just so he could lather your breasts with slippery soap and play with them under the hot water, absentmindedly teasing your nipples when he slung an arm around your shoulders on the couch, and even sucking melted ice cream straight off them like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But your ovulation week? That was his absolute favorite.

Your tits always swelled up—rounder, heavier, impossibly more sensitive. And today was one of those days.

It was stupidly hot, so you’d skipped the bra entirely and thrown on your usual lazy outfit at home: tiny sleep shorts and a thin, loose tank top with spaghetti straps.

You hadn’t thought twice about it… until you felt Satoru’s gaze burning into you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, mouth hanging open, eyes glued to your chest. “They’re practically spilling out over the edge of that little top, baby.”

Before you could even respond, he closed the distance in five long strides. One large hand settled possessively on your waist, pulling you flush against him, while the other boldly traced slow, reverent circles over the full, heavy curve of your breast.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice already husky. “Look at you. So fucking full today.”

His thumb brushed over your nipple through the thin fabric, and it stiffened instantly, sending a sharp jolt of heat straight between your legs. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.

He didn’t wait for permission. He never really did when it came to your tits. In one smooth motion, he tugged the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, freeing one breast completely. The cool air hit your heated skin, making your nipple tighten even more.

Satoru’s eyes darkened with hunger.

He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue over it slowly, savoring the way you shivered. Then he latched on, sucking greedily while his hand continued kneading the soft, overflowing flesh of your other breast.

You could feel how hard he already was against your stomach

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening, voice wrecked. “C’mere. I need both of them in my mouth.”

Without warning, he scooped you up like you weighed nothing and carried you to the couch, dropping down with you straddling his lap. He yanked the other strap down, fully exposing your chest, and buried his face between your tits with a deep, contented groan.

His hands never stopped moving—squeezing, pushing them together, thumbs flicking over your sensitive peaks as he alternated between sucking and licking like a man starved.

You were getting so turned on watching him play with your tits that you didn’t think twice. You slid off his lap, dropped to your knees in front of him, and eagerly pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, hard and flushed, already glistening at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body burning with need, the heat intensified by your ovulation.

“Oh god, you’re gonna spoil me rotten baby” he said softly, almost in awe as you pressed your swollen tits around his length.

You pushed them together tightly, enveloping him in soft, warm flesh. Then, looking up at him, you parted your lips and let your tongue hang out obediently, waiting.

“Fuck— that’s it,” he moaned, eyes darkening. “Such a good girl.”

He started thrusting slowly between your breasts, savoring every slide. With each upward thrust, the flushed head of his cock brushed against your waiting tongue, leaving a trail of salty precum on it.

“You’re getting so turned on, aren’t you?” he murmured, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “I can see it in your eyes…Bet you’re already soaking those little shorts for me.”

He kept a steady rhythm, fucking your tits while his hands gently squeezed and played with them, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and your own hands.

“Feels so fucking good… warm and soft,” he groaned, hips stuttering a little when the tip of his cock dragged across your tongue again. “You drive me crazy.”

Your cheeks were flushed, thighs pressing together as the ache between your legs grew stronger. Every thrust made you wetter, your body throbbing with need while he used your heavy, sensitive breasts exactly how he wanted.

Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts a little faster, but he held back, clearly trying not to cum yet. He wanted to save it for your pussy.

“C’mon, baby,” he rasped, voice rough with desire. “I’ll fuck you nice and deep just like you need.”

He suddenly stood up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you toward the bedroom, kissing you hungrily on the way. His hard cock pressed against your soaked shorts with every step.

Once he laid you down on the bed, he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and full of lust.

“I’m gonna cum so much inside you…” he murmured against your lips, voice low and filthy, “I’ll fill you up until it takes.”

You whimpered at his words, a rush of heat flooding your body as you imagined it — your belly swelling, your tits growing even bigger and heavier, and Satoru being even more obsessed with them, sucking and fucking them while you were pregnant.

He smirked, noticing the way your thighs squeezed together.

“Yeah? You like that idea, don’t you?” he teased, sliding his hand between your legs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to abuse these pretty tits even more when they’re full of milk.”

I needed to get this out of my system

“brat stop hogging my girlfriend.” toji groaned out, trying to get into the covers to try to cuddle you for the past fifteen minutes—only to be met with his menace of a son trying to attack him.

“papa’s stinky.” 

you could barely stifle your giggles before megumi nuzzled into your side, only to turn his head to give his father a stinkeye.

“he’s just a baby, toji.”

“he’s hogging you.”

“and you don’t?”

“i have every right to, no?” he said, trying to pull you by the waist, his lips pressing softly against your neck while he tried to make himself comfortable—only to have megumi bite his arm the second he tightened them around you.

“megumi fushiguro. let me cuddle my girlfriend to sleep.” he snapped, all for megumi to just stick his tongue out at him before moving closer to you. 

“the two of you are horrid.” you groaned, trying to bury yourself in the blankets while both of them fought over you like lunatics—with toji sticking his tongue out right back at megumi.

“i hope you realise you’re fighting a four year old.”

“doll, he’s a lot smarter than he looks.” 

“oh, i know.”

“you’re way too biased.”

you rolled your eyes at him, watching him get into a staring contest with him, with you stuck between the two of them. toji tried to pry you away from megumi, he really did, only to have him bite him, claw at his hands, only to bat his eyelashes at you, jut his lip out until you caved.

“hmph.” 

“what is it, gumi?” you asked, hugging him closer while he looked over his dad’s shoulder just to smirk at him.

“daddy always gets t—to have you, it’s not fair!” 

“aww it’s okay megumi, i’m not going anywhere.”

“manipulative prick.”

“that’s your son.”

“i know what he is.”

i wrote this in the car while waiting for my cousins so sorry if its highkey ass

it started with the two of you playfully throwing jokes at each other on the couch in his luxurious apartment.

satoru had you draped across his lap, long legs stretched out, your back against his chest as some random movie played on the massive tv. his fingers idly traced patterns along your thigh under the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him.

“you’re such a brat today” he teased, voice light and singsong as he poked your side, making you squirm. “think you can get away with wearing my clothes and looking this cute?”

you laughed, twisting around to straddle him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. “bold? Coming from the guy who walks around like the world owes him everything. maybe i should hang out with suguru more, he’s way more chill. doesn’t act like a walking ego trip all the time.”

the playful grin on Satoru’s face vanished in an instant, his hands froze on your hips. for a split second, the room went deadly quiet except for the low hum of the tv, then his eyes narrowed, the temperature in the air seeming to drop.

“say that again.” his voice was still soft, but the sweetness was gone, replaced by something sharp.

you blinked, realizing you’d hit a nerve. “satoru, i was just joking-”

“joking?” he let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down your spine, in one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, pinning you down with his much larger frame.

his hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, but firm enough to make your pulse race under his fingers. “you really think it’s funny to throw suguru in my face like that?”

he leaned in close, nose brushing yours, that usual cocky smirk twisted into something mean. “you’ve been talking about suguru for a while now, but i let them all slide. well too fucking bad. now you’re gonna learn exactly how mean i can be.”

satoru didn’t give you time to respond, he ripped your shirt open with a sharp tug, buttons flying, exposing you completely.

his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh bruise before biting down hard enough to make you yelp, while you were still gasping, he shoved your bottoms down roughly, not even bothering to take them off all the way just enough to bare you to him.

“look at you,” he sneered, voice dripping with mock pity as two long fingers shoved inside you without any prep. “already dripping like a slut just because i got a little mad. pathetic.”

he curled his fingers viciously, hitting that spot over and over with brutal precision while his thumb rubbed your clit in fast, punishing circles. you moaned loudly, hips bucking, but he pressed his weight down harder, keeping you trapped.

“shut up,” he snapped when you cried out his name. “you don’t get to say my name nicely after talking about another guy. you’re mine. say it.”

when you hesitated for half a second, he pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy sharply, the sting making your eyes water. “i said say it.”

“i’m yours- satoru, fuck—”

“good girl.” but there was nothing sweet in the way he said it.

he freed his cock, long, thick, and already leaking, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep you saw stars.

no gentleness. no waiting for you to adjust. he just started fucking you like he hated you, hips snapping forward with punishing force, the couch creaking violently beneath you.

“too much?” he mocked, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“this is what you get for pissing me off. maybe next time you’ll think twice before opening that pretty little mouth.”

every thrust was ruthless, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside you. he was so deep it hurt in the best way, he leaned down and bit your shoulder, then your collarbone, leaving marks everywhere his mouth could reach.

tears pricked your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, but your body betrayed you, clenching around him desperately. satoru noticed and laughed.

“aww, you’re gonna cum already? even when i’m being this rough with you? disgusting.”

he angled his hips to hit that spot relentlessly, not slowing down for a second, when your orgasm hit you like a freight train, walls fluttering around his cock, he didn’t stop.

he fucked you straight through it, chasing his own release with selfish, punishing strokes until he buried himself deep and came hard, filling you with hot spurts while groaning lowly.

even after, he stayed inside you, hips giving a few lazy, mean little thrusts to push his cum deeper. he finally released your wrists and jaw, but his hand came up to pat your cheek almost condescendingly.

“next time you wanna play games, remember this,” he said, voice still edged with that cruel tone even as he brushed a tear from your cheek. “i can be a lot meaner, baby. Don’t test me again… unless you want me to break you next time.”

he stayed pressed against you, breathing heavy, the weight of his body a reminder of just how thoroughly he’d ruined you on that couch.

pms? tender breasts? don't worry, your ꒰devoted꒱ boyfriend satoru gojo is happy to be your personal bra for the day ౨ৎ 1.1k fluff ; crack ; suggestive art by @/Rezijellyfish0

It was a morning like any other.

You woke up curled right into your boyfriend Satoru Gojo's side, practically on top of him on the comfortable double bed. You didn't really have much room, not with his habit of lying down like a starfish, but you couldn't blame him – his long limbs just needed to take up all the space every night, and so you were forced to use your boyfriend as a pillow, of course.

Your favourite pillow.

You were awfully comfortable like this, nuzzling into his broad chest as the morning light started to bleed in through the half open window. Yes, so comfortable you could just drift away again... until.

Until those long limbs started to close in towards you.

That was another one of his morning habits, you see. Even for how spread out he liked to sleep, as soon as Satoru started to drift back into consciousness – you were the first thing he'd search for.

In his half asleep haze he closed his arms around you, squeezing you into him with all his might, letting out the most satisfied of hums. Not you, however – the sound that escaped your mouth was somewhere between a yelp and a cry for help.

"Baby?!" Satoru sprung into consciousness in a second. "What's wrong?!"

“shh, it’s just me, baby…”

yuji’s voice is still raspy with sleep as he slips under the blanket. his warm hands slide under your hips, gently easing your legs apart. you stir softly but don’t fully wake as he settles between your thighs, pushing them wider so his broad shoulders fit.

he leans in and drags his tongue slowly up your pussy. a low, pleased hum escapes him before he pushes his tongue inside, fucking you with lazy thrusts that get messier by the second, spit dripping down his chin and onto the sheets.

he pulls back for a breath, tongue gliding along your folds, then kisses your clit softly. for a moment he stares at your pussy in the faint light, dazed and hungry, before spitting on it and watching it drip down. then he dives right back in, lips wrapping around your clit. he sucks gently at first, then harder, getting greedier.

you finally wake up with a sleepy moan, your fingers reaching under the blanket to grip his hair. yuji doesn’t pull away. he only squeezes your thighs a little and murmurs against your soaked pussy, “morning, baby… sorry, you just looked so pretty lying there. couldn’t help myself.”

he spits on your pussy again, then runs his fingers through the mess, spreading it everywhere. he teases your entrance for a moment before pushing two thick fingers deep inside you, sinking them all the way in until his knuckles are pressed flush against you. he curls them slowly, pushing against that sweet spot inside you while he watches, completely mesmerized by how much you’re dripping down his hand.

“listen to how wet she is…fuck, i love this sound.”

you grip his hair tighter, thighs starting to shake around his head as you get more and more sensitive with every thrust.

“wait—don’t come on my fingers, baby!”

he pulls his fingers out and immediately replaces them with his tongue, pushing it as deep as he can. his nose rubs against your clit as he buries his face even deeper, licking and humming happily while his strong hands hold your thighs open.

“yeah… that’s it. i want you on my tongue. come in my mouth, baby… please.”

he’s licking and sucking even sloppier than before. when you finally come, yuji holds you down with both hands on your hips. he doesn’t pull away even a little—he drinks you in greedily, swallowing every drop while moaning against your pulsing heat.

only when your trembling starts to fade does he loosen his grip. still, he keeps lazily licking up every last bit, humming and moaning against your sensitive skin. and then he presses one last soft kiss to your clit.

“tasted so fucking good…”

it’s hard for megumi to fall asleep when you’re like this.

soft skin tightly pressed against his own, your thigh perfectly anchored over his hip allowing your panty covered cunt to press tightly against his boxers.

he can feel every shift you make, mattress springs creaking each time you twitch, soft snores spilling past snoozing lips. megumi attempts to settle you, resting a hand beneath the shirt barely clinging to your body, rubbing small circles into the curve of your back.

yet the oversized garment only makes his perversion worse. flimsy fabric strung over your body hangs off the slope of your shoulder, stretched out collar so worn and disheveled it displays an outline of your breasts, lotioned skin sweet enough to take a bite out of.

you’re far warmer than the large alabaster hands that hold you in place, megumi keeping you wrapped in his embrace and close to his rapidly beating chest. palms spay over the smooth expanse of your back as if he’s savoring it, memorizing every curve to his calloused fingertips.

his stomach churns, ears tinting pink once you’re adjusting, again. this time pressing his cock in an upwards direction towards your belly button, hips arching as you curve even further into him.

“‘Gumi…” You whispered against Megumi’s lips. He was pressing you into the wall. The kiss rushed with his hands on either side of your head so you couldn’t turn away. Megumi didn’t bother to respond choosing to deepen the kiss further by prying your lips open and pushing his tongue in your mouth.

It was messy and so unlike Megumi that you didn’t know what to do except to follow along. You fisted Megumi’s shirt in your hands, tugging him impossibly closer. Megumi made a strange sound and reluctantly pulled away, out of breath. He didn’t pull himself too far, leaning his forehead on yours as he panted in the small space between you two.

“What’s going on with you?” You whispered, a small smile growing on your lips.

“Stop.” Megumi murmured. He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, tilting his head down, “Just stop talking and kiss me.”

He really didn’t have to tell you twice.

Megumi leaned forward and slotted his lips in between yours, exhaling through his nose. Right now he didn’t need anything else, just you.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated. Roaming hands and desperate touches. The kiss soon became a clash of lips and teeth and Megumi only wanted you closer. If he could he’d tuck himself right underneath your skin and maybe only then would it be enough.

You moved to pull away, out of breath, but Megumi refused. He placed a hand behind your head to keep you from pulling away and tilted his head closer, desperate to keep his lips on yours. As much as you wanted to keep on kissing him your lungs were crying for air. You placed your hands on Megumi’s chest and pushed slightly. Megumi took the hint and with a disgruntled sigh he stopped with the onslaught of kisses. You had expected Megumi to fully part from you and pretend like nothing had happened, as he usually does, but this time Megumi hunches over and begins to press his lips along your collarbone and your neck until he reached your lips again. He continued on like this, pressing short kisses against your lips with half-lidded eyes.

“I love you.” Megumi sighed in between kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle from all of the kisses. Megumi’s heart fluttered in his chest, harsher than he had ever experienced before.

“Tell me you love me.” Megumi asked quietly, brushing your bangs away from your eyes.

His weight feels perfect, heavy in the best way, chest pressed flush to yours so you feel every breath he takes. One of his hands cradles the side of your face, thumb stroking slow circles over your cheekbone, while the other grips your hand tightly. His cock is buried deep inside you and he rocks into you with these slow thrusts that drag against every sensitive inch. He’s never in a rush. Never.

“Megumi…” Your voice comes out shaky as he pushes in again slowly. Your walls flutter around him and he lets out this quiet breath against your neck.

“Shh.. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice low and a little rough. He pulls back until just the tip is stretching you open, then sinks back in so deep your toes curl. Every thrust is thought through, his hips rolling in this steady rhythm that grinds his pelvis against your clit on every downstroke. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, breath hot against your skin.

“Look at me.”

You do. Those dark blue eyes are half-lidded and locked on yours. He squeezes your hand harder and thrusts a little deeper, angling his hips until he hits that spot that makes your back arch. A soft, needy sound slips out of you, he swallows it with a slow kiss, tongue brushing yours like he’s tasting how good you feel.

“Fuck, you’re... so perfect,” he whispers against your lips. Your thighs tremble around his waist, yet he doesn’t speed up, he just keeps that same devastatingly slow pace, grinding in circles while he’s buried into you, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you, worshipping you. Your free hand slides down to grip his ass, pulling him closer and he makes this low sound in his throat.

“Yeah… just like that.” He presses his forehead to yours, breathing with you as the pleasure builds heavy in your belly. Every time he pulls out, your pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let him go. Every time he pushes back in, you feel so full it borders on too much. You’re getting close, your legs are shaking, your breath is coming in short gasps. Megumi notices, of course he does. He shifts just a fraction, changing the angle and starts rocking into that perfect spot over and over, still slow but firmer now.

“Come on,” he says quietly, voice strained. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”

It hits you hard, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your pussy spasms tight around his cock, soaking him. You moan his name into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as he keeps moving through it. Only then does he let himself chase it. His thrusts get a little deeper, a little less controlled, hips stuttering as he buries his face in your neck.

“I love you,” he breathes. “Fuck… I love you.”

He comes with a quiet groan, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there afterward, your bodies still locked together and breathing hard.

riding megumi means holding eye contact with him. it's hard when you're shy about even riding him in the first place. he doesn't care though, he needs your eyes on him.

he's sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips. his cock is buried deep inside you, kissing places you didn't even know he could reach. he makes you wrap your arms around his neck, faces so close you're basically breathing each other in.

he helps you grind on his cock, feeling him go even deeper.

"mm wait!" you whine at the feeling. he doesn't wait though. he keeps helping you roll your hips on his length. its good, feels really full, you can't hold back the long whiny moan that comes out of your throat.

you close your eyes, but then you feel a pinch on your thigh.

"eyes on me." he demands you, rolling deeper into you.

you whine, trying to keep your eyes open, but it's embarrassing. your cheeks flush as he continues bullying your poor pussy.

"bounce, pretty girl." he tells you in a whisper. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, far different to what's happening between your legs.

he helps you bounce on his cock, holding your hips tightly. it's enough to leave finger prints and yet it feels so good.

megumi sighs, panting and groaning at the feelings of you fucking yourself on his cock. his lips find yours again in another gentle kiss.

"mm so good, baby, just like that." he whimpers out as you bounce harder. your legs ache from the movements, already preparing for the pain that'll come when you're older. it's worth it though.

his breath mingles with yours, lips a whisper away from yours. "fuuuck, baby." he whines when you clench around him. you bounce sloppily, slow and fast and then stop all at once. he has to take over, rutting his tip into your walls.

"ngh, gumi!" you whine. his tip meets your spongey spot. he moans when he feels you clench around him tightly. it's almost too tight. he can't keep a steady rhythm when you clench him like that.

"tight, sweets, so ti-tight!" he whines, pressing so deep as he finishes inside you. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you whine, clenching harshly on his cock, milking him dry.

he watches you try not to close your eyes, failing and earning a pinch.

"i said eyes on me. now we have to do it again because you can't listen."

a note from angel: i didn't expect this series to blow up like this but i'm so happy and grateful for everyone who is reading this series and i'm glad ur enjoying it!! there's a lot i want to unpack between these two so please stay tuned!!

part one | part two

the bar's busy for a usual saturday night but you and the girls have just managed to find a spot for yourselves. you, shoko and utahime are the only ones who have successfully made it out tonight.

the good thing about being a trio is that you can choose to zone out whilst shoko and utahime make conversation between themselves. nursing your third long island iced tea, you soon learn that your silence won't be for long because fortunately these women know you well enough to pick up on the fact that something is wrong.

"Are you okay girl? you seem out of it" shoko comments, turning her attention on you.

"is sukuna giving you hell again?" utahime chimes in, her straw stirring her own drink. the two of them know all of the ups and down of your relationship with sukuna and these were the two friends who stuck by closest to you whilst you were going through your divorce.

"no..." you begin but from the faces from the girls, it's obvious that you're not telling the whole truth. "okay maybe," you refine, "i'll start from the beginning."

read part one here!

you usually don't dread meeting up with sukuna to drop off yuji at his house but for some reason today it's taking a lot out of you to hold back on your nerves.

you've parked up on his street but your hands are still gripping the wheel, it's only until yuji calls out for you that you're snapped back into reality.

unbuckling, you exit out of the car and right on cue, Sukuna's front door opens to meet you guys out front. Yuji's always quick to say his goodbyes, a quick peck on the cheek and a wave to you before he rushes inside to play video games. Sukuna's more lax with yuji than you are so yuji knows that he'll have an easy and fun time at his dad's house.

as yuji disappears inside you're faced with the confrontation of sukuna standing in the doorway. it's clear that you're avoiding his eyes because of the impromptu phone call that yuji forced you to make a couple days ago.

"well, you know the drill. call me if you need anything." you say, already beginning your own goodbyes.

"hey, hey, we're not done here." sukuna stops you, he pulls his front door almost to a close so that the two of you have a little privacy. you're almost annoyed that despite your years of separation he's still able to call you back to him with a few words. his tone is enough to make you melt and it takes everything in you not to fold for him. "you wanna explain what that phone call was the other day? a little random no?"

seeing sukuna face to face makes you nervous all over again. his tanned skin that accompanies his tattoos, you can tell he's been busy working but he still manages to keep himself in shape. you try not to let your eyes linger over his body, just glancing here and there at his unfortunately handsome face.

"yuji made me do it." you admit, "it was meant to be a silly prank, it meant nothing."

"really?" sukuna raises a brow, evident that he doesn't believe you.

"yeah, well it was just to say goodnight. it wasn't serious."

sukuna hums and shuffles a little in the doorway. there's a silence that falls over the two of you and for a minute the two of your are unsure of what to say next.

the two of you interrupt each other at the exact same time.

"how's work-?" you begin.

"what are your plans-" Sukuna starts to ask but you both stop at the same time.

"you go first." you say.

"are you doing anything this weekend?" sukuna asks, his tone a little awkward, you've always known that this giant of a man couldn't handle small talk and it's humorous that he's attempting to right now. but there's also something that upsets you in the fact that after years of knowing him your current relationship now revolves around small talk.

"not much, maybe drinks with the girls for a catch up." you say, "what about you and yuji?"

"thinking about taking him to that baseball game this weekend."

"that sounds good. he'll love it." you comment and sukuna nods.

there's another pause that runs between the two of you and it's within that minute that you know this is your sign to leave. just when you're opening your mouth to finally say your goodbyes, sukuna intervenes again.

"you know...you can call me whenever you want and i'll pick up. whenever. i mean you know this."

you nod, your body is currently holding itself back on a physical reaction to his words. "i know."

sukuna nods, avoiding eye contact with you like he didn't just let you know that he'll be exclusively free just for you.

he's just being friendly right? this is the norm for co-parenting...right?

"i should get going." you say and you finally say your goodbyes. sukuna watches as you make it back to your car and his hands turn into fists as he physically stops himself from calling out to you to talk a little more or to remind you to text him when you make it back home safely.

but he has to remind himself that he lost access to those privileges years ago.

as soon as you make it back to the driver's seat relief hits you. your shoulders drop and you tell yourself that it wasn't that bad. you were probably overthinking it, sukuna knows you weren't serious about that phone call right?

on the drive back you can't help but have his rough voice stuck in your head. "you know...you can call me whenever you want and i'll pick up. whenever. i mean you know this."

was he actually serious about that or was he just being nice and sparing you the embarrassment of calling him the other night?

you're not sure what it is but you can't help but mull over his words for the rest of the night.

part three here!

(i know you didn't ask to be tagged but i thought you might be interested in the part two!)

you had refused all week to give into yuji's plan that he had stolen from the internet. you were mature, healed and too busy to deal with these little dares. but it was up until one bored evening where you had finally succumbed to his challenge.

Your phone was on speaker, with the line ringing for the contact name of your ex-husband which was simply titled 'sukuna'.

no love hearts, no kisses or nicknames. you were completely over him and have been for years. the only reason you stay in touch with him is for Yuji's sake.

"I don't think he'll pick up yuj' " you murmured to him slightly. "your dad's been busy these past few days.'

and just like the old days, Sukuna always manages to prove you wrong -he always needed to embarrass you, even when he wasn't even here in the flesh.

"hello?" a coarse voice rings out on the other end of the line.

"hello." you respond and immediately you feel your stomach fall in knots. you're nervous. and you don't even know why.

looking up at yuji, his expectant face is watching eagerly as if he enjoys torturing you. he mouths "say it! say it!" and you feel like you have no choice but to continue with your dare.

you swallow down your nerves and attempt to speak as nonchalant as possible. "I just wanted to call and say goodnight."

There's a pause and there's something inside you that just knows how much he's smirking right now.

"Oh really?" he starts putting on a sultry tone, "you haven't done that in a while, is something wrong?"

you pull a face, willing your body to not fall for his tone of voice. no you won't fall like you did all those years ago. absolutely not. "No, I just wanted to say goodnight."

"do you need me to come over and tuck you in as well or....?"

"no! uhm, I mean no I'm fine but y'know I hope you have a good night."

yuji's meanwhile in the corner of the room clenching his stomach and trying his hardest not to let out a laugh.

"hmmm."

"what?"

"cut the crap."

"I'm not-" you start but sukuna manages to cut you off pretty quickly.

"listen, either tell me what you really want or don't bother wasting my time."

you pull a face, "me telling you good night is a waste of your time now?"

"yes."

"what are you even doing right now? it's 11pm and i know you don't have shit to do."

"don't turn this on me, baby, this is all about you."

"don't call me baby." you mutter.

"then don't call me to say good night."

you roll your eyes, you should have known that even the conversation of 'good night' would naturally turn into an argument between the two of you.

"is yuji good? you sure you don't need me to come over to help take care of a pre-teen?" he mocks.

"i don't" you bite, "i was just being kind and saying goodnight, i know how lonely it must get over there. are you sure you're doing alright?" your tone is filled with sarcasm, attempting to play sukuna at his favourite game.

"i dunno', " he starts, "i might need to come over to your bed so you can keep me company.'

you immediately hang up. you're done and finished. whilst yuji's laughing away in the corner all you can do is roll your eyes at the conversation.

but there's a little part.

a little part of you that you won't ever admit to yourself that misses him.

unbeknownst to you, on the other side there's still a smirk on sukuna's face as he sets the phone down, ruminating on the fact that there's also a part of him that misses you.

Blinking awake into the dim blue-gray haze that fills the bedroom, Sukuna’s mind lingers in a heavy, half-dreaming state, and the first thing he notices is the empty stretch of mattress at his side. Fingers drift across the sheets, searching out of habit, only to find nothing but cold where warmth should be.

For a moment, he just lies there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to shake the fog of sleep that refuses to let go. Only when the red glow of the alarm clock finally catches his eye does he move, brow creasing as the numbers come into focus. 4:03.

It’s the weekend. Both of you had gone to bed together hours ago, so there’s absolutely no reason for you to be anywhere else.

“streamer! satoru x streamer! yn collab!! please !!" 𓆩♡𓆪

"chat, what the hell are you talking about? rottenyn?" satoru murmured, reading what his chat was sending him as he was streaming his screen, playing penguin heist on steam. he was asking his chat of around 20k viewers to potentially give him ideas on what to play next. rivals? valorant? even league maybe.

streamer! satoru a.k.a. sixeyesatoru was currently the top streamer on kick and twitch, and of course, he hung around his posse of streamer friends like nanaken and cursedsuguru to name a few. he wasn't aware of some "rando" like rottenyn? who the hell was that?

"chat said search her up." suguru snickered, leaning over to hit his vape to which he got smacked in the arm by streamer! satoru—the twitch partner. "chat also said she's been talking about you. ouuuu satoru. i've heard of her, she's chill."

streamer! satoru had his fair share of internet flings and crushes (obviously, it was a joke in his community regarding his type being h/c hair and e/c eyes), but he didn't know what to expect when he searched you up on twitter and instagram.

and no wonder why his chat was going insane with spamming your user... you were exactly his dream girl.

streamer! yn, who streamed herself doing popmart unboxings, occasional commentary on internet stuff and gameplay of the same games he did. she was a rising streamer who had gotten viral on tiktok and instagram. streamer! yn who was exactly his type and was on twitter, clipped saying that streamer! satoru was exactly her type.

"ijbol satoru just malfunctioned. chat shut up." he ended up following her on insta, tiktok, and twitter after the stream and got followed back minutes later—much to the amusement of his fans and yours too.

streamer! satoru, who's been secretly stalking your socials and talking about you to suguru and kento. how you're totally his type and is so talented in valorant and how you're so cool.

"didn't you think she was a rando when chat told you about her?"

"shut up suguru."

streamer! satoru, who got invited to one of streamer!sukuna's multi-streamer collabs and didn't expect for streamer! yn to be there, talking to suguru on one of the couches.

"hey satoru, we were just talking about you!" suguru smiled, standing up and leaving both of you alone. he turned to you, anxiously. you shot him a smile and you looked so cute and you smelled so nice and—was that the sweatshirt you were talking about in a stream of yours?

"i really like your streams! you actually inspired me to start streaming and i'm really happy i'm getting to talk to you!"

streamer! satoru basically internally combusted. he felt as if he would explode right now. "o-oh wow! i'm honored..."

"wanna collab sometime?" - "wanna go out sometime?"

you both blinked at each other, with your face burning and his twisting into a look of horror, all the while, the other streamers like ryokuna, nanaken, and tojilifts were just observing the unfortunately awkward situation you two were in.

"sure!"

"i am so sorry!"

the both of you could only hope that your blushing and awkward face didn't get clipped for the timeline later... but of course it did.

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i wanna write more streamer gojo like actually even tho i don't really watch streamers (except vanilla bc its vanilla and i have the fattest crush on her) but yayayaya.