Seems I’ve Fallen

“Mhm, won’t work on me,” you peer back at the blond man in the business suit now, smiling. “Can I go first?”

“Of course, Ladies first always,” Satoru inclines his head and watches as you morph into a ‘human’ form so that you could interact.

When you do his heart damn near stops, those memories of your human life together flooding, the many lives you all have shared together in fact – this was the first time you all didn’t end up in that loop once more. Yet in every lifetime, you always ended up recognizing him, including the most recent.

He’s glad you don’t remember dying, he really is, but to not remember him at all? To not feel anything, looking at him like he’s a stranger? He knew when he asked to be on this assignment that it would hurt, but how does Satoru not want to be near you in the afterlife too?

The Seraphs had expressly forbid him from helping you remember, you were an angel after all – the moment he found out you were in that realm with him, he’d destroyed the building the seraphim stayed in. They weren’t exactly happy with him, but no one fucked with Satoru Gojo – including Satan, God though?

God must just be doing this to fuck with him, he’s much crueler than Satan could ever hope to be.

In his human lives he was considered a god, it made sense he’d be extremely powerful in the heavenly realm, but for a moment he’s just a boy in love all over again, with that pretty girl he met one day in this very coffee shop. Even that doesn’t seem to jolt anything from you, either.

“What is it?” You ask curiously, he’s just studying you, he can’t even find the words to speak, his heart aching for you to know him once more. Yet to try to explain that to you? It would hurt your mind to try to get all those memories thrown right in your mind.

He could just touch your face and flood you with his own, that was an ability they all had – and his was finely tuned, much like his domain when he was a sorcerer, he could easily flood anyone’s mind and make them damn near still. Even heavenly beings had trouble handling it, though they would bounce right back, unlike humans.

Yet to send you just a bit of himself? One little memory? Your kisses, the first time he had you in his penthouse underneath him, pressing your hips into the bed? He’s throbbing just thinking of those memories – when he thought he’d never see you in this realm again, of course over years he has been with others sexually, but nothing came close to those human memories.

Even now he looks at that neck he’d bite, the collarbone he’d litter with all his kisses, pretty breasts rising and falling, making him ache to have them pressed against his chest once more. How could he handle not having you like he did before?

“Satoru, is something wrong?” He clears his throat and puts on a smile, playing the role of demon.

“You looked like this as a human?” He asks, keeping his tone husky, as if he didn’t know how the love of his lives looked.

“Um, yes, I didn’t change much like some of us do,” you’re nervous suddenly, Satoru is ethereally gorgeous, you have stayed human like. Not all glowy and insane looking like this demon. “Why?”

“You’re hot,” you blush again, looking down and then glaring. “What?”

“You’re flirting again!”

“Of course I am,” you roll your eyes, making him grin, leaning low with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “You like it.”

You as an angel, him a demon? It’s some cruel joke fate just loves to play on the two of you – always dying young together, never getting to just fucking grow old and have it easy. Satoru remembers every life vaguely too, not as vividly as the last one, but they’re little memories that meld into one.

You.

“Don’t you know the rules? Do you really…” you trail off now, flustered as vivid images of him flit your mind, this demon even makes your thoughts wicked! “With angels?”

“Angels, demons, humans,” he shrugs a shoulder and smirks. “I’ve fucked all of them.”

“Oh my god,” you’re blushing so furiously you have to touch your cheeks. “You’re just teasing me.”

“Nah I really have, but never an angel as sweet and cute as you, most are pretty ruthless.”

“I disagree,” you turn away from him, trying to gather your bearings a bit. “Can you explain our assignment?”

“Of course I can. Our assignment is a man named Nanami Kento, your task is to get him to choose a loving future over one of money,” Satoru tilts his head where there’s a girl in the coffee shop, and this Nanami is waiting in line. “My goal will be to tell him love is nonsense, and that he should make enough to retire young, and have all the wealth he wants.”

“Surely he’ll choose love? He looks like he really likes her,” Satoru chuckles at that, shaking his head at you.

“You’re so cute, Angel.”

“Pshh,” you flicker your wings, they’re invisible but he can still feel them smacking at him. “I’m pretty tough actually.”

“I’m scared, sweetheart,” Satoru morphs then to a ‘human’ form, which is just as freaking unworldly pretty as his demon one. You blink a bit, eyeing the white haired, tall man right in front of you. “Like what ya see?”

“You were a stupidly pretty human… if you were…”

“Yeah I was a human too,” he brushes his locks back, slipping on a pair of sunglasses he’s popped out of thin air. “My eyes get sensitive on earth.”

“Ah,” don’t fall for his demon charms! You’re an angel!

“Wanna place a little bet?”

“A bet?” He brushes your hair back off your shoulders, snowy lashes flickering down to your lips, they part under his gaze.

You don’t remember him at all, do you?

He’s so damn mad right now, every touch you've forgotten, every time he came home exhausted after a mission and you made sure to wash his back, to massage him down. Sucked his cock down your needy throat until he was whimpering for you – the strongest sorcerer in that timeline.

He's been a sorcerer in a few, in every one he has some sort of insane power, like it's his very curse, and you somehow always nullify it. Whether he was a demi God, a sorcerer, a vampire (yep, he somehow still ended up dying as an immortal) you weren't affected the way others were. As if you were built just for him.

“Yeah, a bet where you have to give me a kiss,” his words make your pretty eyes dilate, in every lifetime those stay the same, even if your features alter. Those eyes he's looked into for hundreds and hundreds of years.

“A kiss?” You get this dizzy sensation when Satoru is too close, like you've somehow been here before. Perhaps you came to this coffee shop once upon a time? “You w-want to kiss me if I lose?”

“Mhm,” he leans low, the sun is casting shadows across his cheeks from those round sunglasses, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Haven't you kissed before, Angel?”

“Um… not in this form no,” you get flustered then, fidgeting a bit with your hands in front of you. “I'm sure I did as a human but I can't remember.”

“How long have you been an angel?” He asks then, brows lowering, still holding your chin in place.

“It's been five human years,” his heart sinks.

Have you been up there for…

As long as he has?

“At that academy?” He asks, his voice just a bit hoarse, of course there he wouldn't have been able to sense your energy. The school was highly protected and had a barrier around it, similar to his days as a student on earth. The thought that you were so close but so far tears him apart. “No angel caught your eye?”

“No,” you admit. That fills Satoru with far too much pleasure, he's nothing if not a jealous human and being a demon merely enhances all of those aspects, to imagine anyone having their hands on his angel, well Satoru would end up back in hell’s prison because he’d fucking kill them. “I’ve been so busy learning and training, I guess I’ve never thought of doing more in the afterlife.”

“Lots of angels and demons do,” he gently lifts your hair off your shoulders, letting his fingertips trace a face he’s known so well for hundreds of years, the one in his very dreams. “We won’t get in trouble for a kiss, but I wasn’t planning on telling anyone if you don’t.”

“All right, I’ll take the bet,” his lips quirk up in that smile, and you can’t help but imagine how they’d feel pressing all over your face, your body, wicked thoughts that are entirely unangelic! “What if I win?”

“You won’t.”

“Ugh! You’re a jerk!” You push his chest and he chuckles, but the moment you touch him you feel something, giving you pause. “Is that your power I’m feeling or…”

“Or what?” He asks quietly, holding your wrist, you swallow nervously and pull your arm back just a bit.

“It just felt really familiar,” you look at him again, was there some way you knew him as a human? “A kiss if you win, that’s all you want?”

“I’d like to pick where I kiss,” you’re blushing so brightly, the heat is emanating off your skin. “But I’ll let you pick if you win. How about that?”

“You get a kiss either way!”

“Yep,” you roll your eyes and sigh. “Is it a bet?”

“Sure, but if I win I may not let you kiss me,” you’re lying your ass off, you’d love to feel those pillowy lips upon yours.

“Sure, sweetheart, lemme see what you got.”

You walk into the coffee shop, the familiar aroma kicking in your senses, things you thought you had forgotten like a coffee before classes kick in now. You’d died in your early twenties, the day before your college graduation – you do know that, but not much else, but the nostalgia fills you when you stand behind the handsome man, who is peering at stock market graphs on his phone.

“Do you know the best drink to get?” You ask softly, the man turns around and smiles, tired hazel eyes seeming to be friendly and kind.

Surely this will be an easy one.

“I’m always getting the same thing,” he admits, shrugging a broad shoulder. “Americano.”

“Oh, I like something sweet maybe,” he nods a bit, peeking back at the girl from the counter. “She’s pretty.”

“She is – I mean!? She’s… I…” he clears his throat now, a faint blush slipping across sharp, hollowed cheeks. “You think so?”

“Very pretty, she seems so kind, like her energy?”

“Can you read energy?”

“I very much can,” you admit softly, moving as the line lessens, closer to the counter. “Hers is so lovely and serene.”

“What about mine?” He asks, lips twitching at the corners.

“Yours is a little hard to read,” you admit. “It’s very strong but also I see some turmoil, like you’re trying to find peace.”

“All right you scared me.” You laugh and shake your head. “Are you some sort of psychic?”

“Not at all, though I could see the two of you together,” you place a hand on his shoulder, using your own power now – yours is to calm anyone, and to have them see your own visions in their mind. It can be whatever you want. “Can’t you?”

You project an image of him on a beautiful beach with her, she’s in this cute bathing suit and they’re splashing all around, he seems utterly entranced, and for a moment you wonder if it could work.

That’s when Satoru cuts in line and stands right next to you, tugging your hand off his shoulder, you glare at him.

“Hey, Nanami, do you remember me?” He asks all brightly, as if he already knows the man, his hand on his shoulder now. “I was trading stocks with you.”

“Oh yes I think so,” your images of the girl are gone.

“They’re going up, it’s the perfect time to invest,” he grins all charming, you clear your throat and stand on his other side, hands behind your back, smiling all pretty up at the man.

“Yet I think that could wait, perhaps you should say hi to the pretty barista?”

“Baristas can wait,” Satoru chuckles, the sound deep and far too pleasing, his eyes glowing red for a moment when he looks at you – just for the briefest moment however. “Can’t they, Nanamin?”

“Uh…” He frowns and looks at the girl, who is giggling and looking up shyly, you watch a flush come on his cheeks once more, as he looks at you, then Satoru.

An angel and a devil on his broad shoulders.

“I suppose that’s true. I come here every day.”

“But today is so special! The energy,” you giggle and it’s like a little tinkling bell with your angelic form, it almost ruins Satoru himself, and leaves Nanami to contemplate, his brows drawing together. “Don’t you think?”

“It does feel like good energy,” the three of you walk up, Satoru resting an arm on his shoulders like they’re best friends.

“Ah, with the season coming up, it would be better to come to her with a fat stack of cash behind you, huh? Take her on the most extravagant date.”

“She doesn’t need all that,” you see Nanami start to rub his temples, wincing as you and Satoru scowl when he’s not looking. “She likes little thoughts and gestures, not extravagant shows.”

“What woman wouldn’t want a boat though?”

“Why would she need a boat!?”

He scowls at you. “Why wouldn’t she want a boat!?”

“Because she just thinks he’s hot as fuck,” Nanami clears his throat at your heated whispers, Satoru raises his brows now.

“Oh and do you?” You blush yourself now, covering your face and wanting to scream at this little shit.

“This is about her, not boats or if I find him hot! He is though,” Nanami blushes even brighter red. “Sorry, you are.”

“Wow, and I’m right here,” you narrow your eyes at his dramatic antics. “Don’t you think I’m hot?”

“In a conceited, pretentious way – you’re pretty.”

He gasps dramatically. “You little brat!”

“Um… I think I should go,” you both stop Nanami then, grabbing either side of his arms, trapping him there. “Do I know both of you?”

“Nanami, you really should ask for her number today,” you look over where you all are almost to the front, heart hammering in your chest. “It’s the perfect day.”

“I should…”

“But this stock is closing in twenty,” Satoru tugs him over to his side, grinning all charming again, he literally has fangs this bratty demon. “We can invite her to your boat, yeah?”

“What is it with boats!?” You hiss, but it’s too late, Nanami sighs, looking at you apologetically. “Nanami, you –”

“Thank you but I think I would like to focus on that first,” he smiles and disentangles your arm off him, patting your hand all friendly. “I don’t disagree that she’s very pretty, but I’ll be here again.”

You’re crushed later, rushing outside to cry in frustration, you failed the assignment and surely they would be furious with you over it! You’re hardly able to keep in how angry Satoru made you, normally such a calm angel, he made you want to act very demonic, especially when he walks up behind you, hands on your upper arms, his lips against your ear.

"Nice try, Angel," he murmurs.

“You’re being sarcastic!?” You look back at him, he shakes his head, suddenly very serious.

“I’m not, sweetheart, but you forgot one thing."

“F-forgot what?” 

"Humans love money over almost anything,” you frown as you turn to watch him walk away from love through the cafe window. “Hey, it doesn’t mean he can’t find love later.”

“Yet he may have missed something special!” You spin around on him now, eyes glimmering with tears. “I know you’re a demon and things need balance, but what if she was his soulmate? His true love?”

Satoru can’t speak, not when he sees every aspect he’s ever loved about you right here – and in the forms where both of you can’t really be killed for once, where you all could have eternity together. The righteous, pretty little thing that you were standing now, looking up at him with her wings buzzing a million miles a minute, practically trembling with your temper.

“Hey, you tried really hard, I’m proud of you,” he murmurs, fingertips brushing across your jawline ever so carefully. “Yet it’s not his time to find love yet, he has more to accomplish first before he’s ready.”

“Life is so short, Satoru,” your lips tremble a bit now. “Look at me, I can’t even remember mine but I know I was young.”

He sighs and lets his fingers drop, taking your hand in his own. “Let me take you somewhere, it’s my favorite place on this planet.”

“Why would you show me that?”

“I just think it will calm you some,” you nod in agreement, he wraps an arm around your waist tightly. “I’ll transport us.”

“Not flying there?”

“No this is faster, just hold on,” you cling ever so tightly, arms wrapping around his neck, until you’re transported to the top of a beautiful mountain, snow flakes are falling but you don’t get cold as an Angel anymore. You still instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, looking at the pretty lights below, as snow falls along homes, roads and sidewalks, the street lights dusted with white powder.

“Oh it’s beautiful,” he lays his jacket right down on the ledge and gestures for you to sit next to him, you do just that, suddenly taking in the beauty of earth.

Heaven was breathtaking, but earth had its own charm, especially from this view. “This was a special place for me as a human.”

“It was?” You look up at him, suddenly realize how close he’s gotten, his breath puffing condensation as he speaks in little puffy clouds.

“It was very special, for me and the girl I loved,” he closes up a bit then, looking where your hands sit next to each other, slowly putting his over yours, blue eyes suddenly nothing like a demon.

Satoru looks like an angel.

“You remember your life before? I wish I did,” you admit now, moving just a little closer to him now. “She must have been so lucky to have your love, I can feel it radiating as you speak of her.”

“Yeah,” he laughs a bit without humor now, shutting his eyes for a moment. “I think I was the lucky one.”

“I can’t imagine having love like that,” you admit softly, hurting Satoru’s heart when you hold his hand carefully, delicately running your fingertips along the veins on his hand, the tattooed markings along them he got becoming a demon.

Satoru almost can’t speak, he instead puts on his charm and his lips quirk right up at you, tilting his head. “So you lost the bet, but I’ll let you pick – where I kiss you, or if I don’t.”

“You’ll let me decide?” you whisper, he nods, as your mind races, feeling his energy humming through your very veins. “I’d like a kiss on the lips, like I see others doing, like I think I remember doing?”

“I’ll kiss you anywhere you want, Angel.”

His words fucking ruin you, when he cups your face delicately, his nose brushing your own as he leans in, pressing a heated kiss on your mouth.

That’s when Satoru the demon overtakes you.

You’ve never felt this pressure in your core – as far as your memories can carry – the need white hot, your thighs press together when he pushes his lips against yours again, moaning softly into your mouth. His tongue slips inside and somehow you instinctively follow, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as his dark wings wrap both of you entirely.

You’re whining out, arching for his kisses, your breasts pressing against his chest, nipples tightening as he deepens the kiss, pulling back so you can catch a little breath.

“Where else should I kiss you, angel?” He asks, his eyes black with need, fire in their depths reflecting in his pupils, his hands grip your waist tightly, those wings leaving you both cocooned away from the world.

“My neck,” you say it like instinct, shutting your eyes then. “I said that.”

It was your weak spot, especially in Satoru’s vampire life, he can’t help but smile when his lips travel down, brushing a scorching hot path as his wings tug even tighter around you both. He bites on your neck, cock leaking milky drops that should be inside your body instead, huge hands sinking in either side as his mouth moves over your delicate skin.

“Mnh! Satoru…” You’re soaking wet from a few touches, damn near on his lap now beneath the darkness of his wings, he tugs you on a thigh and lets you straddle it, earning your gasp as you rock against him.

“I fucking missed you,” he says it before he can stop himself, you pull back and blink a bit, that spot on your neck already healing.

How would he leave marks on you like this?

“Did you know me?” You ask now, easing your hips so you brush against his thigh, he whimpers at the sensation, breath ghosting your swollen lips when he cups your face.

“Yeah angel, I knew you,” what a tiny way to say he came inside you and then fucked your cum back into your cunt with his fingers. That you sucked his cock in the back of a limo, and he buried his face against you on the kitchen counter when you baked him cookies.

He knew you all right.

“I wish I could remember,” your eyes get glossy, a tear falling, kissing him once more. “It feels so familiar, your presence, but I can’t-”

Suddenly a swirling vortex appears overhead, Satoru grimaces and tugs back, looking up at it and glaring. “Even as a fucking high ranking demon I have to answer to higher ups.”

“Oh my god I’ll be expelled! Or-”

“Shh,” he cups your face now, his wings releasing you as you come to stand, resting his forehead against yours for a brief moment. “I’ll protect the memory from anyone, trust me?”

Your hands come to his wrists, nodding. “I trust you.”

Satoru locks that memory right up and throws away the key, he’ll be damned if he lets anyone see you riding his thigh if they prod your mind. “There, it’s all sealed.”

“How do you do that?” you ask, the force of the vortex brushing your hair around your face.

“It’s one of my abilities,” he kisses you one more time, sighing. “You definitely knew me, but I can’t tell you how.”

“You can’t?”

“No,” he literally can’t, if he does something terrible would happen to you after signing that dumb fucking oath he can’t wait to burn.

*****

“We appreciate your efforts, but you did fail,” you stand before the council the next morning, your shoulders slumped, peeking over at Satoru the next day, his hands behind his back as he tilts his head.

Satoru had haunted your dreams last night – dreams no angel should ever have played in your mind over and over! Of his tail doing the most wicked things, his lips kissing every place he whispered about. You can’t shake that feeling, waking up soaking wet between your thighs for the first time in your Angelic form.

Satoru Gojo is a dangerous demon.

“Let her have one more assignment with me,” Satoru offers as you both stand there under that scrutiny, smiling all charming at everyone and making even the firmest angels melt. “It wasn’t fair to put anyone up against me, give her one more shot.”

“Are you standing up for an angel?” The dean says, raising a brow.

“She really tried hard, I will give her a bit of a head start this time, hmm?”

“All right, one more.”

“Oh thank you!” You’re fluttering your wings all excitedly, pretty smile on your face that melts Satoru’s heart.

“Your next assignment and test is a man named Suguru Geto, you have the choice to have him give into his darkness, or find the light,” the dean looks over at Gojo now. “Play fair, no cheating.”

“I’d never cheat! Demon’s honor,” he snorts as Satoru raises two fingers up, before he and you walk out of the room, you hug him tightly and he pauses.

To feel you in his arms again.

Satoru hugs you close to him, burying his face in your hair and inhaling, sighing at just how good you feel, how good your scent fills his nostrils, your wings brushing against his own. Yours – golden white feathers – his, that black and blue leather, everything about the two of you is a contrast.

Yet when you smile up all shy, your eyes darting to his lips, he can’t help but throb in need. “You can’t kiss me here, slutty little angel.”

“Excuse me!” You shove at him and he chuckles, fuck you’ve always been so damn cute ro rile up. “I wasn’t thinking of that!?”

“Sure you weren’t,” he brushes his lips on yours and feels you melt, pulling back before the two of you could be caught, sighing now. “The assignment is for a couple days on earth, we will be all alone.”

“What would you do alone with me?” You whisper, your lashes lowering, Satoru sighs and brushes his lips against your cheek, tail slipping up your dress, teasing you over your panties. You barely hold back a moan, hands clinging to his biceps, unable to stop the pull.

It’s like this devil is pulling you with his gravity, like you’re about to crash into him at any moment, and there’s nothing in heaven, hell or earth that could stop it – nor would you want to. You feel so right in his arms, in a way you can’t explain, how he holds you like this, how you feel his strength, his head.

“I’d do things that would make an angel like you blush,” he teases, lips pressed on your ear now. “Lick your pretty cunt that’s soaking wet.”

“Lick it? Ah!”

“Shh,” he chuckles, his tail pressing higher against your puffy lips, hands gripping your waist tightly. “Let you tug on my horns and fuck my face, then pump you full of my cum.”

“You’re wicked!”

“Demon, remember?” You giggle and bite your lip, lashes fluttering when his tail moves once more. “Let’s go before someone comes out.”

“Y-yes…”

You let Gojo lead you out, as you prepare for your assignment on earth – the second one, but you can’t stop the visions from flooding in your mind.

Satoru and you alone together.

*****

Under disguise as humans – fake ids and all – you and Satoru are alone in a fancy lovers’ suite, after studying your next human assignment. Satoru is of course supposed to convince him that power is more important than anything, you’re to convince him that love and friendship are what truly matters, the two of you observing him before you approach.

The first night alone with Satoru has you aching between your thighs, has you weak and shaky, the two of you were pretending to be a married couple so of course there was just one bed, with your wings it’s like there’s no damn room. He’s laying on his side, shirtless just staring at his phone when you set down your own, leaning over to put it on the nightstand.

You’re just in this little white slip, looking like the prettiest angel he’s ever laid his goddamn eyes on, when you clear your throat, propping your head up on a hand like he is, your other running up and down the sheets. His tail flicks up and down, eyes glowing bright blue when you murmur his name softly.

“Hmm?” You lean a little closer, a hand brushing against his bicep, tracing the little tattoo running across it. “You like the marks?”

“They’re pretty,” he chuckles a bit, and your eyes lock. “What?”

“You’re fucking pretty,” you blush so damn cute he aches, his tail wrapping around your thigh, making you gasp a bit. “Every inch of you.”

“How do you know?” You ask softly, biting down on the plush of your lower lip. “Were we intimate, Satoru?”

“You could say that,” his voice is hoarse, breaking in the middle when he sees your eyes dilate, his tail slipping underneath your slip and tickling the curve of your ass, watching your lips part with desire. “Very intimate, I enjoyed drinking you up.”

“Drinking…” You’re burying your face against his neck, in every lifetime you seem to be a little innocent sweetheart, it makes so much sense you’re an angel, Satoru is always some sort of slut till he remembers you exist.

The moment he gets that vision of you, no one exists, every time the memories flood in he knows he’ll do anything to have you. It’s like he doesn’t even know how he exists before you, they all become distant memories the moment you run into him, whether it’s literally smacking into his chest on a sidewalk, or in the coffee shop you all met last time, a bar after a breakup…

Any way he’s ever met you – once it was at a ball in the seventeen hundreds, and Satoru courted you and all, he was quite the rake so it was the talk of the ton. Before that he remembers stealing you from your noble little knight, and capturing you to bring you right on his ship – of course he was a pirate too.

Satoru’s always something crazy in his lives, you’re always a princess, a sweet girl, an angel. You’re the very thing that makes him complete, with her breath on his neck, making him ache – this time he did remember, but he thought you were never going to come, thought you’d live a long human life and reincarnate, Satoru never knew you were so close but so far.

“You are a wicked demon to make me feel so…”

He smirks. “Wet?”

“You’re the worst,” he chuckles and tilts your chin up, that slip tugged up over your hips, his tail just teasing your inner thighs, gathering the slick that’s already dribbled.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, pretty angel?” He whispers softly, leaning over you with his wings spreading out, you take a shaky breath as you feel his heavy weight over you, nodding and swallowing nervously.

“I want it,” he moans and kisses you again, so desperately you pause, pulling back for a breath, seeing his eyes glowing. “I feel so…”

“What, sweetheart?” He slips his fingers down your front, between your breasts, gripping one and pressing a kiss on the underside of your chin.

“At home,” he pauses and looks up at you, emotions rushing in his eyes, seeing the color tinge your cheeks. “That sounds so silly, please… I want more…”

“I’ll give you more, then,” he moans and kisses down your body, tugging a tit out and sucking on one, the peak in his hot mouth pebbling right up, his tail wrapping right around your thigh, tugging it up. “You want me to lick your pretty cunt?”

“Please,” his strength is far beyond yours, his hands shoving your thighs up, those long nails barely touching your skin, leaving little marks that fade the moment he puts them higher. “You sure, angel? Gonna let a demon touch you?”

Your hands go to his horns, making him whimper, his tail teasing your slit over your panties. “Didn’t you say I can hold these?”

“You sure fucking can,” Satoru moans when you arch your hips. “Put me where you want.”

You’re controlling the high ranking demon – Satoru Gojo – one of the most powerful creatures in heaven or hell, tugging him low until his breath ghosts where you’re most sensitive, his horns cool and smooth in your grip. He laps his long tongue right up it, gathering the juices that have spilled, your head falls back, wings fluttering underneath you.

“Mnh! Take em off, please,” you whisper desperately, he sighs and eases them down, cock rutting on the mattress, so needy he can’t take it.

“Fuck your pussy is just as pretty as it always is,” you blink a bit in confusion, but his mouth is on you in moments, and every thought is licked from you – his head buried against you. His tail wraps around to tease your nipples even as his tongue fucks your needy hole. “Mmm you’re so sweet, Angel.”

Your answer is to spread wider – there’s no hesitation like you thought, not when it feels so fucking right, him devouring you like he’s always known you. His tongue flattens on your clit as he moans, vibrating against your core, having you leak and drool right down his mouth, dripping down his chin as he slurps it right up. The sounds are obscene, mixing with your soft, angelic little cries.

This demon’s powers, overtaking you with his strength, how his dark wings spread and cast shadows across the two of you and the bed, casting against the wall his large form. Satoru’s almost seven feet tall in his demon form, where your angel is much smaller, the size difference alone steals your breath.

Demons were tall but not as tall as him, Satoru was just extra and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. You feel the difference even more with his huge hands wrapping you around the waist, his big body taking you over as his fingers touch that syrupy mess dripping down your slit, gathering it and pushing in. And fuck his fingers are long, so long they press your cervix.

“Ah! S-so deep…” You’re struggling to take just two fingers, he sighs against you, breath making you jump, his lips burning hot like a brand when they press a kiss on your hood again.

“You can take me,” he whispers, looking up under his thick fringe of white lashes, his fingers crooking against that spot in your tacky little walls, pushing up until you’re shattering. “That’s it, you’re made f’me.”

“M-made for… Satoru!” He groans and slurps at your clit, scissoring those fingers in and out so fast it’s utterly inhuman, you’re so goddamn wet they’re slipping, his sharp teeth come to bite your clit teasingly. “Ah! F-fuck…”

“An angel cussing,” he laughs softly, licking his teeth with that long tongue, before flicking it on your clit like an apology. “Tsk, what would heaven say?”

“They’d be m-more concerned about a demon licking me,” he snorts and you can’t help but giggle, turning into a broken moan when he uses those long fingers and his tongue swirls your clit, making you jolt and cry out.

“That’s it,” he whispers, cock throbbing so badly he could cum from sipping that flavor that’s coated his tongue for centuries. “Cum all over me, sweetheart.”

There’s no option not to, not when his long fingers curve up and hit your sweet spot, and you’re spasming, gushing, tugging his horns even harder as his free hand presses on your tummy, making the pressure unbearable. You’re spasming around those fingers, body lit on every nerve ending like you’re floating – even better than flying, this feeling.

You’re dizzy, like you’re not tethered to anything when he presses another kiss and looks up at you. “So beautiful cumming for me.”

That’s when it hits.

When you look at him and he’s leaning up, fingers rocking in and out of your cunt, and your hands grip his biceps, he pauses when he sees your wide eyes, as everything starts swirling, morphing into one Satoru Gojo. Always those baby blue eyes, always the ones that look at you with utter devotion, even when he’s irritated, or when you argued.

Arrogant and conceited in every timeline, too fucking powerful – he’s always the yin to your yang, you’re soft and sweet and he’s cold and ruthless on the exterior, but with you? He was sweet, silly, hilarious and loving.

Your Satoru, how could you not remember for so long?

“What is it, Angel?”

“Toru…” He pauses at that name, his fingers slip out gently, leaving you empty – tears slipping from his eyes and dripping crimson against your white slip, soaking the fabric and staining it with those bloody tears.

“You remember?” He asks softly, cupping your face with his clean hand, the other gripping your thigh, tugging it around his hip.

You remember a sorcerer, remember his power and what happened to him, then what happened to you after, your tears slipping down your cheeks, sniffling as he kisses your brow, your nose.

“Oh Toru you… I can’t believe I didn’t… five years…”

“It’s all right,” he whispers, looking down at you now. “I didn’t even know you were in heaven, they fucking kept you from me.”

“Why?” He shakes his head, resting it on yours and swallowing his emotions, your tears glitter like pretty diamonds, his like dark garnet, mixing together as you both hold each other tightly, breaths mingling together, hearts racing.

“I keep asking myself why,” he whispers, kissing you desperately, you fall apart underneath him. “Mmm, why can’t I fucking have you? Grow old and have babies with you?”

“Oh,” you’re emotional, your energy humming and radiating from your skin so bright, a contrast to Satoru’s darkness, kissing him again, this time with that familiarity that had been driving you insane. “I wanted that too, I wanted it.”

“Me to fill you with babies, pretty angel?” He whispers all husky, tugging down his pants and lining his cock up with your entrance, you’re already quivering around nothing, waiting to be full – that familiar fullness your entire soul memorizes that sensation.

“It’s insane now, w-we can’t…”

He cuts you off softly. “We can do anything you fucking want, we can’t die again baby,” he tugs your slip down, exhaling and looking at your pretty nipple, capturing it with his mouth. “I’d burn down any timeline for you.”

“I don’t w-want you to have to burn it all, I just… Toru in me, please,” you beg now, as he slips his tip up and down your needy slit, feeling her all greedy trying to suck him in.

“You forget you’re always innocent,” he teases, nose brushing yours, his eyes lidded as he eases his tip inside, watching your lips part with your gasp. “Angelic I would say.”

“And you’re slutty, demon,” you scowl and he laughs softly, shaking his head. “Couldn’t wait for me to come into existence, hmm?”

“I will make it all up to you, pretty, slutty little angel,” he shoves his cock deep inside, he’s even bigger like this, his cock stretching you out so much it’s hard to take. He’s groaning as you clamp down on him, his tail teasing your nipple, hands enwrapping your hips and dragging you down. “Fuck, feel her grip me, baby…”

He leans back and shoves your slip up higher with his tail, looking at the bulge as he moves in and out – his cock print right on your tummy. “Toru!”

“You’re so full, aren’t you?” His eyes glow so bright they’re hard to look at, fingers digging into your hips brutally, but you can take it – he’s never been able to really go rough with you, but your body is much stronger. “You were made to take me.”

“Please,” you murmur, lips trembling. “Move, please.”

“Anything for you,” he starts to ease his cock in and out of your slick cunt, watching it drip down his ten inches, of course it doesn’t all fit inside, but watching your puffy folds try to take him has him groaning desperately, your eyes fluttering shut. "Ah - ah, look at me."

You force your eyes open, meeting his burning gaze, lips parting in a ragged little gasp as he starts to move faster, shoving your thighs up, his arms resting right on the backs of them. “S-so much… pressure, nghh!”

"You can take me angel,” he whispers, wings covering the two of you carefully, enshrouding you in the darkness so the only light was his eyes, that glow even brighter with every stroke. “I want to see you fall apart for me."

His tail, which had been teasing your nipple, now snakes lower, the pointed tip circling your clit and flicking right against it, Satoru already knows every weak spot, every sensitive part of your body, things you don’t know or remember. He’s fucking into you as he circles your clit, pulling back to study you in the soft lights of the suite.

“You’re close,” he murmurs, watching your every expression as he tries not to bust fast – his sweet angel better cum at least three times before he does. “Let go for me, lemme feel you soak my cock."

Your nails press into his tattooed biceps, those markings lit up as he moans and sucks in a breath, feeling you spasm around him – your climax rushes through your body even harder than from his tongue. You’re drooling, babbling nonsense, eyes rolled back in your skull, as if being an angel enhances how sex felt before – and Satoru had always been able to fuck you dumb.

Yet he’s so fucking big like this, his cock has inches not inside you, so thick you’re split apart on him, his heavy weight ruining you. He’s whispering your last name – the one you forgot, mumbled and mixed with angel, pretty, sweetheart, his rhythm maddening as his tail flicks away.

Satoru laps your glittery slick right off it in the sluttiest little action, grinning down at you with those fangs of his, kissing you and using his tail to tug your body further down him.

“Wanna watch you ride me, baby, fuck… please?”

You flush and nod, he switches your positions so quickly you’re dizzy, rising and lowering yourself on his cock, your white and gold tipped wings extending. He moans at the sight of his angel, his huge hands snaking up to brush right between them, trailing up your spine and making you moan, gushing impossibly more down him.

"Fuck, yes… just like that… milk me, hah - doin’ s’good,” you giggle breathless and he narrows his pretty eyes. “You’re laughing? Should I make you take it all?”

“N-no, ah!” Satoru tugs you down until he bottoms out, bruising your cervix, your wings close up and flutter, cunt drooling as she tries to take as much as she can. “I was just remembering – you talk a lot during sex. And you whimper.”

“You brat,” you’re grinning all pretty and angelic, Satoru sighs now, leaning up on his elbows, his wings flaring wide, as he buries himself as deep as he can go, kissing your throat then looking at himself in your tummy, whimpering. “F-fine, yes I do… but it’s always your fault.”

“I love it,” you whisper, affectionately as you cup his face, tears spilling from your eyes even as you’re about to be flooded with him. “I love you.”

He pauses and then loses it, sucking on your tit and ripping your slip to shreds, moving you up and down him faster, an inhuman pace that you would not be able to take as a human. You’re barely clinging to him as he rocks into you, whining out when he starts pulsing, ready to fill you up, lost in everything about you.

“You still love me, baby?” He whispers, looking up at you with devotion in his eyes, you nod quickly, swallowing down your emotions.

“I love you, please… inside…” He groans and you feel him swell inside you, his pretty whines escaping those plump lips, his tail wrapping your waist as his wings spread wide and then circle your body.

“Gonna put so much inside you, angel,” he whispers, kissing you desperately –  a hot, thick flood of white coating you as he spills himself into your needy hole. “That’s it, takin’ it all f’me… angel…”

“S-so much…” You’re gushing him down, a mess of white and gossamer on his pretty, veiny cock, he eases you off and flips you back, hovering over you and slipping his tail to scoop the mess you’re spilling. “Toru that tail i-is… diabolical…”

“Imma demon, sweetheart,” he grins all bright, breathless as his tail slips that cum right back inside you, snug in your fucked out cunt. You gasp at it, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I need it to stay inside, we’ll have our own little army – little hybrids.”

“Crazy,” you shake your head, but you’re too far gone, when he’s already hard and ready again.

“I am,” he admits softly, kissing you deeply, then grinning. “Wanna fuck in the air?”

“In the air!”

“I wanna fuck you on every inch of heaven, hell and earth,” he whispers, batshit insane as he slips his fingers down your hips, looking at your body lovingly. “Cum drippin’ all over every inch.”

You had forgotten just how insane the love of your life was.

*****

The next day

Before you all can even finish the assignment the next day, you both were having a cute little competition and bet, giggling and forgetting for a moment all the reasons this can’t work – when a vortex is summoned, making you both tense as it all crashes down. Tears already prick your eyes, sniffling as Satoru picks you up in his arms, sighing and looking up at it.

“Toru, I’m scared…” You whispered right before it sucked you both in, he had cupped your face then, shaking his head.

“I’ll never let you go again.”

He promised that before.

It echoes in his mind when they immediately have shackles ready for you once you’re back up in heaven – golden ones that’ll sap your power, Satoru’s helpless as they chain him right up with you. Your eyes are terrified, and Satoru’s heart is ripped into pieces, both of you thrown in the same cellar and told you’re to ‘face a trial’.

There are no fair ‘trials’ in heaven when it comes to angels and demons, especially for Satoru.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs that night, the cell is dark and fucking horrible, and the bars have blocked any magic or abilities. He’s holding you close when you bury your head against his neck. “Shh, I’m here.”

“It was worth it to be with you again,” your words break his soul, as he tugs you even closer to him, your tears hot against his neck. Satoru swallows and covers you up with his wings as you shiver, trying to comfort you. “I don’t know why they always take you from me.”

“Angel…” He swallows his emotions as you break down, your energy crackling and radiating to the point of pain as he feels it.

“I don’t know why, and I can never take it when you go,” you look up at him with a tear streaked face now. “I always die right after you because I can’t live when you go.”

“Sweetheart, I…” He doesn’t know what to say, brushing your hair back as his tears threaten to spill.

You do always die right after, and he never knows from what.

“A broken heart,” you answer softly. “I can’t eat or sleep when you go, I know you’d want me to live but maybe I’m selfish, too.”

He sighs and swallows. “That’s because without you there is no me, either,” he answers quietly. “I’d do the fucking same. But it won’t come to that, it’s different this time.”

“I just got you back,” you whisper, breaths rising and falling as he holds you close to him, those chains making it difficult to move as they dig into your wrists but you both still manage. “Only a day of remembering.”

“I’ll fix this. Do you trust me?” He asks, and you implicitly nod. “Then get some rest, who knows how long it’ll be before I can see someone.”

“Okay Toru,” you snuggle in his arms and fall into a fitful little slumber, but Satoru stays awake.

He’s not going to let this stand after everything he’s been through.

He lays you down quietly later that night when he leans forward on those bars, working his charm on the guard, even without his powers – Satoru is disarming. “Hey, how about I grant you one wish, and you let me just have a word with the seraphs?”

“A wish? Nah… I…”

“Bet you’d love to hook up with that pretty angel from your class, hmm?” Satoru grins and his eyes flash ruby. “I could make her fall in love with you.”

*****

“What on heaven are you doing out!?” The head archangels stand in formation when Satoru comes flying through their damn roof – he’s always had a bit of a flair for dramatics, but also fuck them.

“I came for my fucking ‘trial’.” He flies across to where they sit at their big fancy tables, the sky is already storming, rain is starting to fill the once immaculate building, he smirks at the fear on even the most powerful members of heaven’s faces.

“Seize him at once-”

“Let him speak,” the tallest archangel – well over ten foot comes over, Satoru’s always found them pretty fucking creepy if he’s being honest. All those damn eyes all over their body, feathers on their faces, they’re imposing even to a tall demon like him, but he walks forward, the chains still binding him. “This is about your lover.”

“She’s more than my lover, she’s my fucking soulmate,” he scoffs now, coming closer until he’s looking up at the massive archangel who will help decide his judgement.

“We know you all are fated, but your union cannot be. It will lead to all sorts of issues for Heaven, Hell and Earth.”

“I’ll burn down Heaven, Hell and fucking Earth for her,” Satoru says, the sheer force of his energy making everything in the enormous building shake and tremble, dust from the plaster falling over the imposing archangels heads, more rain pouring from the gray clouds. “Think I care!?”

“That’s the problem, in every lifetime your love leads to destruction,” the archangel approaches Satoru now, he laughs and tugs the golden chains meant to control his power like it’s nothing, immediately freeing his wrists. “That’s the reason you keep losing her.”

“I will not fucking lose her again,” his tears slip from his eyes now, heart hammering in his chest as he thinks of his pretty angel locked up because of him. “Just let us fucking be happy, god for once stop this. I will bring destruction to everything if I don’t get to have her.”

“Say we let you,” Satoru’s hands are around his neck, squeezing the archangel with ease, the others move to help but he holds up a hand. “She’s an angel, you’re a demon – we didn’t choose that, you two did.”

“Then I’ll make it to where what you are doesn’t matter, I’ll make it where angels and demons can fuck if they want, have babies if they want.”

“The precedent of this was-”

“I don’t care what tales you spin of what came before,” Satoru squeezes even harder, one more ounce of pressure and he’d kill this archangel with ease, he remains eerily calm. “She is mine. I will take her far away if that’s what you need, but she’s all mine and I won’t be without her.”

“Let go, son,” Satoru scoffs at the name, letting him go. “I’ll convene with God for a moment.”

“God caused all this, I’d love to fucking talk to him,” he steps back then, the others approach but halt as the head archangel holds up his hand.

“Your love is clear and pure, even if you’re a sinful devil,” Satoru smirks just a bit, and he closes his eyes, palm still raised.

It’s quiet in the room, for a long moment, when finally he opens his eyes, calm and serene, looking at Satoru carefully. “Well what did the big, scary sky man say?”

His lips twitch in a little bit of humor now. “You both can have immortal lives, and you can try to change heaven's hierarchy. Who is god to punish his children, even the demonic ones?”

“Fuck,” he exhales, his eyes shutting now. “Please get my Angel out of that shitty prison.”

“Satoru,” he says, earning fierce blue eyes. “If you both bring on destruction, just remember we tried to stop it.”

“I just want to fuck and kiss my goddamn girlfriend,” every angel gasps, Satoru just rolls his eyes. “I just want to be with her, whatever destruction shit you’re speaking of – I guess I’ll figure it out. Are we free from this cycle?”

“There are no more reincarnations for either of you,” he steps back now, gesturing to one of the seraphs. “Can you make the order to let her out?”

*****

“Satoru!” You’re jumping in his arms when he greets you, trembling from being chained up, he brushes those marks smoothly with his touches, his wings wrapping around the two of you.

“Angel,” he whispers, feeling your warmth against his skin, the scent that he can’t ever get out of his mind in any life filling his senses. “So how do you feel about a trip down to hell?”

“Hell!” You gasp and he chuckles now, tilting his head, his horns glinting from the light.

“I have approval to be with you down there if I help run things – Lucifer isn’t keen on taking Satan’s position just yet. We can be here too but the judgement would be much worse than down there.”

You grin then, your little wings fluttering gold, skin taking on this glowy sheen. “Can we still visit here? And Earth?”

“We can do whatever the fuck you want,” he kisses your lips, right in front of the onlooking angels and seraphs. “Don’t you know I alone in heaven and earth am the honored one?”

“You’re conceited in every lifetime,” he pauses at that, lips parted, watching as your eyes get glassy. “Satoru Gojo, I’d choose you a million times over, even if it meant dying young, if it meant short lives. I’d never choose differently.”

“Even if I couldn’t give you an old, happy life? Kids?” He’s crying too, crimson drops as thick as blood, you swipe it off his perfect cheeks, feeling his tail wrap around you tightly.

“I would always choose you,” he kisses you, holding you so tightly you think you might break from the force.

“Come with me,” he shoots you both up into the air with his huge wings in the sky, the rush of wind brushing cool against your skin, you welcome it eagerly after the suffocating confinement of the celestial prison. Heaven shrinks below you into just puffy clouds, islands scattered.

“It’s so beautiful, but…” you drift off, and he understands without you saying – heaven was a gilded cage, your cycles of constant reincarnation were a prison.

For once you feel so free, with his strong arms around you, his eyes glowing red around those blue irises, as you are floating in the air with him. “I’m bringing you to my home.”

“In hell?” You tease, he grins. “All right, take me there.”

“Hold on to me,” you do just that, burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent that is so achingly familiar you can’t believe you couldn’t place it before. In moments he’s got you in a decadent room, Hell is not burning hot like you thought though it’s warmer, brighter than heaven. “Are you dizzy?”

“Just a bit,” you admit, looking at his bed and biting your lower lip, in moments your clothes are gone, just your wings wrapping your body slightly, as Satoru kisses your neck, and you tug at his horns.

“Oh fuck,” he groans and eagerly pulls his cock out, lifting your hips so you’re suspended in the air, his tip slipping against your slick entrance. “I’m gonna put so many fucking babies inside you, have half demons, huh? Half angels hah – carry so many won’t you?”

“Please do it,” uncaring of whatever fucking consequence it was, you cling to his horns and arch your back, his tail wraps your thigh and flicks your clit, as his cock sinks inside, bulging your tummy. “Put em in me – Mnh! Toru…”

He pauses as you call him that nickname, the one you always have found for him, he tilts your head for a moment, his huge hand bigger than your entire face, thumb brushing your cheek. “You always call me that, angel, I wonder why?”

“Y-you always call me angel,” he smirks at that, kissing your lips and shoving his cock in deep again, your hands tighten as you arch for more, letting him hold you suspended with his cock buried deep. “Did you just know?”

“Maybe I did know,” he moans and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, opening and going from ruby back to bright blue, wings enshrouding your own much smaller ones, that tail toying with your twitchy clit till you’re about to break. “I’m never fucking letting you go again, Angel. I need to make up for so much time.”

“H-how are we making it – ah – up?” He chuckles at how cute you are, your thighs trembling, slick dripping down onto the floor as he moves his huge, veiny cock inside you.

“By pumping my angel full of cum every day,” you whimper at that, Satoru grins devilishly against your neck, letting you tug his horns as his tip kisses your puffy cervix. “I don’t fucking care if we destroy it all, I just want you.”

“Then take me,” Satoru moans and gives you all of him – whispering filthy things in your angelic ears, of the way he plans to put babies in you, how he wants to take over heaven and hell so your kids can rule both – powerful, insane strokes of his cock and husky, devilish words.

You’re Satoru Gojo’s angel, and he’s not letting you go ever again.

i loved this SO MUCH my heart was breaking and I was crying ahhh - I hope you all enjoyed <3

he climbs onto the bed and up close he smells exactly like you imagine—expensive cologne, faint beer, and warm skin. his body is hot against yours as he settles between your thighs, muscular arms on either side of your head.

when he leans down to kiss you, it is surprisingly soft at first and then hungry, tongue teasing yours while one big hand slides down your side to squeeze your hip.

you gasp when his fingers find you already slick. he groans low in his throat. “fuck, you’re so wet for me already…”

two long fingers press in, stretching you carefully, and something tells you he knows exactly how big he is because he takes his time, watching your face with hooded eyes, murmuring praise against your neck.

“that’s it… relax for me, pretty girl.”

by the time he lines himself up, you are trembling with nerves and want. he pushes forward—slow, so slow. the blunt, thick head presses against your entrance, hot and heavy. you feel every inch of that first stretch, the burn of it making you whimper.

“is it in already?” you breathe after a few seconds.

satoru lets out a strangled laugh, forehead dropping to yours. “it’s only the tip, baby.”

“only the tip?!” you are going to die. you are so going to die. the pressure is already insane—full, overwhelming, deliciously too much. you can feel the heat of him, the slight throb, the way your body tries so hard to adjust around him.

he pushes forward another inch and you both moan. sweat beads on his forehead, sliding down his temples. his abs tighten with every shallow thrust, that white happy trail brushing against your stomach.

“shit—you’re so tight,” he hisses. “feels so fucking good… but i don’t wanna hurt you.”

you grip at his biceps, nails digging into hard muscle. “you’re huge, satoru. has anyone ever told you that?”

“yeah. you—like five times already.”

“because i feel like i’m being split open by a damn baseball bat!”

he chokes on a laugh, hips stuttering. the movement pushes him a little deeper and your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming fullness. every tiny shift sends sparks through you—the drag of his thickness, the way he fills you so completely it feels like he is touching places no one ever has.

“stop making me laugh,” he whines, but he is grinning. “you’re gonna make me slip and then we’ll both be in trouble.”

“slip?! if you slip any more we’re gonna have to call an ambulance.”

“god, i like you. this is the least sexy sex i’ve ever had and i’m having the best time.”

another clumsy, careful thrust. he bottoms out halfway and has to pause, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours. his cock twitches inside you, so hot and heavy you whimper. one of his hands slides down to rub slow circles over your clit, trying to help you relax while his body stays tense with restraint.

“you’re doing so good. taking me so pretty… look at you.”

you are equal parts mortified and insanely turned on. this is the clumsiest, most awkward sex you have ever had—full of giggles and curses and satoru’s muttered coaching (“easy, big guy, she’s tiny”)—and somehow it is perfect.

he kisses you again, messy and sweet, then rocks forward once more. “still regret coming home with me?” he teases, lips brushing your ear.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him just a little deeper, and laugh breathlessly. “ask me again when you’re actually all the way in, gojo.”

"He's probably late," Panda adds helpfully with a thoughtful nod.

"Yeah, no fucking shit Sherlock," she scoffs and whacks him across the head with the stick, which results in another long winded, and slightly onesided, argument. You rub a hand across your face and groan, sparing a glance at the silent cursed speech user who watches the exchange with a faint hint of amusement in his gaze.

“Enough. He's here," you jerk your head in the direction which he's coming from, trailing behind him are the first years.

All three of the second years snap their heads towards him, silently watching as he practically skips towards you.

"Well well well. If it isn't my favourite L/N!" he calls out, leaning down so his face is level with yours.

"I'm the only L/N you know," you roll your eyes and reach up to shove his face away from you, but your hand collides with his invisible barrier before dropping to your side. Instead, you step to the side, out of his line of sight. "Idiot."

He chuckles and stands straight again, shoving his hands in his pockets. You aren't necessarily short, but he still towers above you. You don't give him the satisfaction of tilting your head up to meet his blindfolded eyes which you can practically feel boring into your face, instead opting to glare intently at his chest as he steps in front of you once more.

He leans down again, hands still shoved into his pockets and head tilted slightly. His lips are curled into a devilish smirk when he pulls the black fabric up to his forehead, revealing his bright cerulean eyes which are transfixed on you.

You meet his eyes now, your lips curling into a disgusted snarl. "What?"

He's about to open his mouth to speak when the pink haired boy calls out to him, "Uh, Gojo-Sensei?"

His head snaps towards him and he straightens up again. "Huh?"

"What's going on?" he rubs his neck sheepishly with a boyish and slightly apologetic grin.

The girl, who you recognise as Nobara from the many reports thrown at you by the white haired freak in front of you, elbows him sharply in the ribs eliciting a loud 'Ow!' from him.

"What the hell was that for?"

She glares at him before muttering sharply, "Why would you interrupt them?"

"What? They're just staring at each other?" he looks from you, to Gojo, then back to Nobara with furrowed eyebrows.

The courtyard suddenly feels a little too quiet, save for Yuji’s beautifully oblivious confusion.

Gojo’s smirk doesn't fade; if anything, it widens at the first-years' reactions. He lets the blindfold snap back into place over those brilliant blue eyes, though the smug energy radiating off him doesn't diminish in the slightest.

"Ah, youth," Gojo sighs dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if deeply moved. "So impatient, so blind to the delicate nuances of camaraderie!"

“Camaraderie my ass," you mutter under your breath, finally looking away from his chest to cross your arms tightly. "You're late. Again. Some of us actually have schedules to keep, Gojo."

“Maki-chan! Did you hear that?" Gojo gasps, turning to the second-years for backup. "Y/N is being mean to me again!"

“Good," Maki says flatly, resting her sparring stick over her shoulders. "She should've hit you, too. Why are the first-years even here? I thought this was our training session."

“Tuna mayo," Inumaki chimes in, nodding in agreement as he adjusts his high collar.

Nobara, meanwhile, is still glaring daggers at Yuji, who is actively trying to nurse his bruised ribs. Megumi stands a few paces back from the rest of them, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking like he would rather be literally anywhere else on the planet.

"Don't look at me," Megumi says, catching your eye with a look of profound, shared exhaustion. "He dragged us out here. He wouldn't say why."

"Because!" Gojo claps his hands together, the sudden loud sound drawing everyone's attention back to him. He steps into the center of the courtyard, spinning around to face all of you with a theatrical flourish. "Today we are doing a joint tactical exercise! First-years versus Second-years!"

A collective groan ripples through the students.

"And what exactly are you doing?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Gojo beams, pointing a thumb at his own chest.

"I, obviously, am the prize! Whoever wins gets to spend the day with me. And Y/N here will be the supreme judge, referee, and target coordinator. Isn't that exciting?"

"I'm going to report you to Yaga," you say instantly, already turning on your heel to leave.

Before you can even take a step, a heavy arm drapes casually over your shoulders. You tense, waiting for the impact, but of course, Infinity keeps him perfectly suspended just millimeters away from actually touching you. He leans in close, his voice dropping to a playful whisper right next to your ear.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't be a spoilsport. Maybe after we can go out, if you're good."

The heavy weight of his arm—or rather, the uncanny pressure of the Infinity barrier hovering just a millimeter above your shoulders—makes you stiffen. You glare sideways at him, though all you get is the view of his sharp jawline and that infuriating, blindfolded smirk.

“I’d rather throw you off a cliff," you say, your voice dripping with faux sweetness.

"Aw, details, details!" Gojo laughs, finally releasing you with a dramatic shrug that sends his hands right back into his pockets. He turns to face the students, clapping his hands together once to shatter the awkward tension Yuji had so beautifully created. "Alright, listen up, kids! Since Y/N is being a total party pooper, I will be directing today’s festivities."

“Which means it's going to be unorganized chaos," Nobara grumbled, though she still stepped forward, crossing her arms and sizing up the second-years. Her eyes locked onto Maki. "So. First-years versus second-years. What are the rules, Sensei?"

"Rules? Haven't you learnt anything in the past month?" Gojo shoots the young girl an incredulous look. "There are no rules! Well, just don't kill each other. I guess that's the only rule."

You shake your head with a sigh before stepping in front of him and addressing the students, "Let's get started then. Take your positions."

You take a step back towards the wooden frame of the training building, leaning your shoulder against it and crossing your arms tightly. Gojo, entirely unaware—or just entirely unbothered—by your hostile attitude, glides over to join you. The two of you stand in silence, side-by-side, content to watch the exercise play out.

In the courtyard, the "joint tactical exersice" begins. Or rather, it dissolves into a complete joke.

Without any actual structure, the students face off, but it's instantly clear that the gap in experience is entirely lopsides. Maki parries a screaming Nobara with a lazy, single-handed flick of her staff, looking entirely bored. Yuji lunges at Panda, who doesn't even bother to dodge. Megumi and Inumaki are practically standing still, trading half-hearted steps.

“This is pathetic. What have you been teaching them?" you murmur with a low, heavy breath.

Beside you, Gojo lets out a soft, amused hum. He isn't watching the students with the proud eyes of a teacher, his blindfolded face is tilted slightly towards you, attention lingering on the sharp edges of your locked jaw.

“Give them time," he responds before turning away and clapping his hands once. "Alright! Y/N here is getting bored, and, frankly, so am I. Everyone separate!"

The students begrudgingly step away from each other, looking like they'd rather be anywhere else in the world. The only one who looks remotely excited is Yuji, who's still sporting a bright and boyish grin.

"Hm, what do you think Y/N?" he taps a long finger against his chin. "Think they could use a demonstration?"

"Oh, yeah? You want me to kick your ass like I used to back in the day?" you say with a chuckle, grinning up at him as you recall all the times

"No way," Yuji exclaims and all eyes turn to him once more. Nobara groans dramatically. "You used to kick Gojo-Sensei's ass?"

Gojo throws his head back in a mocking laugh, ruffling your hair playfully to which you scoff and shove him away from you. "Oh, I used to go easy on little Y/N over here, you know, since she's so tiny and all," he wiggles his index finger in your face. "Don't get too cocky."

“I'm not tiny, you're just a giant," you mumble, his smirk widens at your words and he just shrugs.

You reach up to gather your hair up into a ponytail, pulling a plain black hair tie from your wrist and securing it against your hair before tightening it once more just for good measure. God knows how many times Gojo ripped off your hairbands mid spar.

He watches you, and once again you can feel his eyes through the blindfold. His lips are slightly parted as he watches you, looking completely mesmerised by you tying up your hair to prepare for him.

"Fine. Let's give them a demonstration."

His mouth snaps shut and the agonisingly familiar grin is back in place as if it never left. You don't miss the sharp gulp he takes that makes his Adam's apple bob delicately.

* * *

The next couple minutes pass in a blur. He manages to land several heavy hits on you, but you hold your ground and do the same. Dodging when necessary and hitting at every opening you get. You can feel your ribs beginning to bruise, and the heavy panting mixed with the blood coating Gojo's face tells you he is experiencing the same pain as you.

His fist suddenly collides with your cheek, snapping your head to the left and knocking the breath right out of you. The metallic taste of blood floods your mouth but you keep it contained, ducking in time before his other fist meets your jaw once more.

With your head still pounding from the force of the punches he's been landing on you continunously, (seriously, what was this guy made of?) you manage to land a counterattack on his own face, then another one, and another one on top of that. Blood drips from his nose in a thin trail and he brings up a hand to wipe at it. Instead of scowling like you, his lips part before a manic grin envelopes his face.

You're both panting heavily, and you take the opening to drive your knee against his groin, but he's too quick. He slams his fist against your chest, sending you stumbling backwards.

“Not bad, Y/N! But not good enough," he suddenly yanks the blindfold down to his neck, his eyes glowing with a predatory gleam before he charges at you. His legs swing out to sweep you completely off your feet, but you anticipate the move, vaulting over his leg and using his own momentum against him to drive him into the dirt.

"Got you," you breathe out after dropping your weight entirely on his chest, your knees digging into the dirt on either side of his waist.

For a fraction of a second, Gojo freezes. Genuine shock flickers across his features—the rare, beautiful sight of Satoru Gojo being caught completely off guard.

Then, his expression fractures into something terrifyingly bright. "Did you?"

Before the words fully register, his knee drives upward with violent accuracy, striking you dead-center right against your core. The sharp, agonizing impact hits your groin and lower abdomen, shattering your focus. Air completely leaves your lungs in a ragged gasp, your vision flashing white for a split second.

He capitalizes on the opening instantly. With a fluid, brutal twist of his hips, Gojo flips the positions.

The world spins, and suddenly you're the one slammed into the dirt, the wind knocked out of you a second time. Before you can even attempt to recover, his massive frame is heavy on top of you, pinning you down. You frantically try to wrench your arms free to strike or buck him off, but he slams his hands down over your wrists, pinning them securely into the dirt above your head. Simultaneously, his heavy knees drive down onto your thighs, completely locking your legs in place.

You're left entirely immobilized.

Gojo leans down, dropping his weight until his face is mere inches from yours. The black fabric of his blindfold is no longer there, so you can feel the absolute, suffocating intensity of his gaze boring into you. His breath is hot against your skin, sending a involuntary shiver down your spine.

He tilts his head, his lips curling into a dark, private smirk as he prepares to whisper something directly against your ear.

But you don't give him the satisfaction.

Gathering the metallic mixture of saliva and blood welling up in your mouth, you spit it directly into his face, where it lands directly on his cheek and the edge of his jaw.

The courtyard goes deathly quiet. You can practically hear the collective, terrified intake of breath from the first and second-years watching from the sidelines. Nobody does that to Satoru Gojo and lives.

You brace for the impact of his anger, for the cold, lethal aura of the strongest sorcerer to crush you.

Instead, Gojo pauses. He slowly pulls back just enough to look down at you. The expression on his face isn't anger—it's something far worse. His features twist, turning entirely feral, his eyes wide and wild as he regards you. The smirk on his lips stretches wider, jagged and sharp.

Slowly, deliberately, his tongue darts out, licking a streak of the blood away from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh," Gojo purrs, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration that resonates right against your chest. "Now you're just spoiling me, Y/N."

You let out a disgruntled noise, looking up at him in disgust and squirming beneath him to try and shove him off.

But Gojo doesn't budge. Instead, his grin sharpens, turning into something entirely predatory. Before you can even attempt to leverage your weight against him, his hand moves with blinding speed, wrapping securely around the front of your neck. He doesn't choke you, but the firm, heavy pressure of his palm against your throat completely pins your head back into the dirt, freezing you in place.

"Now, now," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register that vibrates right against your skin. "That wasn't very polite, L/N."

With his other hand completely freeing your wrists, you instantly try to bring your arms up to strike him, but his weight is shifted so heavily over your torso and legs that you can barely find the leverage.

Gojo ignores your thrashing. He takes his free hand, using his fingers to deliberately wipe the mixture of your blood, saliva, and his own cold sweat from his jawline. His face leans down even closer, looming over you like a shadow, completely blocking out the sun.

With a slow, agonizingly deliberate movement, he presses his wet, smeared fingers directly against your lips, rubbing the fluid harshly across your mouth to force you to taste it.

Your eyes widen with pure, unadulterated fury. The moment his index finger presses hard against your lips, you don't hesitate—you part your teeth and bite down on his finger with everything you have.

You bite to hurt, your jaw locking like a vice, clamping down until you taste the sharp, metallic tang of his blood filling your mouth.

A sharp, sudden intake of air hitches in Gojo's throat. For a split second, his grip on your neck tightens instinctively in response to the pain, his body tensing completely over yours. But he doesn't pull away.

"Feral," he whispers, his voice practically a growl against your face, a jagged, thrilled smile cutting across his lips despite the pain. "I like it."

His warm blood fills your mouth and you fight the urge to gag, bringing up your own fingers to shove them right into his bright blue eyes. He makes a noise from the back of his throat before his grip loosens and he pulls away from you, untightening his legs around you and stepping away.

You scramble to your feet instantly, leaning to the side slightly to spit out a dark, thick glob of his blood onto the dirt. You wipe the back of your hand harshly across your mouth, smearing the remaining crimson along your cheek as you look up at him.

Gojo's eyes are no longer on you, though. Instead, they're locked on the blood pooling around his fingers and the deep teeth marks engraved into his skin. His eyes are wide and glowing, lips parted in an expression of shock.

"You fucking psycho," you hiss, your voice raspy and laced with venom.

He looks at you as if finally noticing you again, mouth curling into a crazed grin. "Ah, watch your language around the kids."

The kids! You had entirely forgotten they had been watching you, and you immediately snap your head in their direction to find every single one of their eyes on you, their jaws slack. Yuji is pointing towards Gojo and whispering frantically to Nobara who has a palm slapped across her mouth.

“L/N-Sensei, are you okay?" a tentative voice calls out. You don't turn your head to find out who, nor do you bother with a response. Your feet drag you away from the students and towards Gojo, who's still watching you with a sickening smirk. He opens his mouth to make another crass comment, but your shoulder collides with his and he stumbles slightly with a soft 'Oof.'

You continue walking away, ignoring his mocking laughter and the feeling of his eyes drilling holes into the back of your skull, letting your legs pull you to someplace, anyplace, where he would not follow. You can't find it in yourself to care that you're setting a bad example for the kids.

"Same time next week?" he calls out, and you can practically hear the smug smile in his voice. It's almost enough for you to turn around and rip open his neck with your teeth. Almost.

You don't stop walking.

You were terrified, shaking to your core, while he was already a grown man, the strongest sorcerer alive, a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High. You remember being led to the estate garden that same day for a formal introduction.

You walked along the stone path, gripping the hem of your kimono, feeling small and utterly insignificant. He stood beside the koi pond, tall, white-haired, his eyes hidden behind that signature blindfold. He still wore it back then. That same sharp, mocking smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

You'd flinched at his presence because you’d overheard him talking to an Elder just before you stepped out. You weren’t supposed to hear, but the wind carried his voice—irritated, almost cruel:

"She’s just a kid," his tone was dripping with disdain. "A stupid, naive girl. I don't need a wife, especially not someone like her. This whole thing is pointless."

You didn’t hear the rest.

You ran, huddled in a corner, and sat there for a long time, knees pulled to your chest, trying to hold back the tears. You didn't want to be a burden. You didn't want to be someone who repulsed him. But when your father ordered you to the garden, you obeyed, as you always did.

You remember approaching him timidly, barely making a sound. He turned to you, tilting his head slightly. There was no warmth in the way he looked at you. Just curiosity. And something else. Something you couldn't quite name.

After that, you saw him at gatherings a few times, always distant, with that perpetual half-smile that you felt was meant only to bait the Elders.

He was beautiful. He was powerful. He was... kind to you.

At least, he never looked at you the way the others did—like you were an object, a convenient business transaction, an incubator for the next generation of the Gojo clan.

But that was before.

The creak of the door pulls you from your memories. Your entire body jolts, and you feel your heart skip a beat. You stare at the floor, at your pale knuckles white from gripping the fabric, and a cold shiver runs down your spine.

Gojo stands in the doorway for a few moments. You can’t see his face, but his gaze is heavy enough to make your skin prickle. Then he walks past you. You hear the rustle of fabric, a light thud—he’s discarding his outer kimono, hanging it on the stand.

The room is deathly quiet, broken only by your ragged breathing and his measured, steady exhales.

You lift your eyes.

He’s facing away from you, and you can see his broad shoulders, his back mapped with scars. A quiet, startled gasp slips past your lips when you notice them—long, jagged, pink and white lines crisscrossing his back like a map of the battles he’s won.

They look even more gruesome against his pale, perfect skin, which used to be flawless. And now…

Satoru freezes. Just for a heartbeat.

Then, slowly, almost reluctantly, he turns his head, eyes cutting toward you. He doesn’t look directly at you, just listens. The silence stretches, tight and suffocating, and you realize he heard your gasp. You bite your lip as heat floods your face.

He finishes shedding his clothes, left in his loose trousers, barefoot. He hesitates, then turns to face you. You see his face now. His eyes, usually hidden by the blindfold, are exposed, but there’s no trace of that caustic smirk you remembered.

Just cold, exhaustion, and a strange, almost painful detachment. His gaze settles on you—on your hunched silhouette, your trembling fingers—and there isn't a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

Satoru takes a step toward you. Then another.

He stops right at the edge of the bed, towering over you. You feel small and insignificant, like a mouse before a snow leopard. You look up, and he’s so tall you have to tilt your head back. His face is impassive, his lips pulled into a thin, flat line.

"We have to do this," he says abruptly.

His voice is flat, almost mechanical, devoid of emotion. "Take off your clothes."

A sob rises in your throat, but you swallow it down, biting your lip until it tastes like copper.

He is the strongest. And you are his wife, and you have to play the part.

You no longer recognized the man standing before you.

You don’t know this stranger looking at you like you’re just empty space. But for some reason, looking at his scars, at his tired eyes, something inside you aches for the Satoru Gojo who used to smile at you.

You pull yourself up on shaky legs.

Satoru immediately takes a step back, as if afraid you might touch him. Your stomach twists with hurt and resentment, but you keep the tears at bay. You start undressing, fumbling with the silk ties and knots.

You remember your mother telling you that a husband should undress his wife on their wedding night, that it’s a symbol of his power and her submission. But Satoru doesn't touch you. He just stands to the side, watching your clumsy efforts, and there isn't a shred of desire in his eyes.

You freeze for a moment, recalling your first meeting, when your father forced you into the garden so Gojo could "inspect" you. He had caught you by the elbow to keep you from falling into the pond. Back then, his fingers touched your skin, and you felt warmth.

Now, he stands three steps away, and there is an infinity between you.

You’re down to your shift, standing before him nearly naked, head bowed, fingers clawing at the hem of your gown. You want, God, you ache for him to want you. Just a little bit. Even a spark of desire.

He’s beautiful—even the scars don't ruin him; they just make him look more rugged, more weathered, more… more human, more different.

But you don’t dare look at him, feeling small and undeserving.

You reach out, almost on instinct, wanting to touch his arm—just the brush of a fingertip. But your fingertips meet an invisible wall. His Infinity. Even now, in this moment, he keeps his barrier up, never letting you get close.

A stray tear slips down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it away.

Satoru looks down at you, then says, grimly: "Lie down."

You nod obediently and scramble onto the bed.

You don’t know how to lie, so you just freeze on your back. Your knees and fingers are shaking. You stare at the ceiling, not daring to look at him, listening to the rustle of clothes as he sheds the rest.

The mattress dips under his weight as he climbs up, kneeling between your legs. You instinctively bend your knees, feeling his proximity, your shift riding up your thighs, exposing your skin.

"I’m sorry," he exhales quietly.

Your breath catches.

His palm touches your knee, gripping it. You flinch at the contact. He spreads your legs, wider, and you lie exposed and painfully vulnerable.

You want to cry, to scream, to run, but you hold it in, fingers white-knuckling the sheets. Gojo hesitates, positioning himself between your thighs. He pushes your shift higher, almost to your waist, trying hard not to graze you. You see from the corner of your eye how his gaze is locked on your hips, and a burning shame makes you turn your head to the wall.

The blunt tip presses against your entrance.

You’re nearly dry, and everything inside you is clenching in fear and pain. You know there’s supposed to be foreplay to make this easier, but you also know he isn't ready to touch anyone more than absolutely necessary.

The fight with the King of Curses didn't just break his body.

When he pushes inside you, you cry out in pain and shock, digging your fingernails into the sheets. Satoru freezes, looks up at you, meets your pale face and averted eyes, and rasps through gritted teeth:

"Just bear with it. It’ll get better soon. It’s only painful the first time."

He pushes deeper, you cry out louder, he stretches you, filling you completely. Tears prick at your eyes, but you hold them back, biting your lip. Pain radiates through your lower belly; you clench around him, trying to adapt to his size, to his presence inside you.

Satoru slows down, changing positions, hovering over you.

He braces one hand beside your head. The other supports his weight as he moves slowly, methodically, until he's buried deep inside you. His face is distorted with tension, sweat beading on his forehead.

He stares at your squeezed-shut eyes, at the way you avoid his gaze, and he grinds his teeth. His hand grips your thigh—it hurts—and he thrusts one last time, all the way in.

You both freeze.

Only heavy, ragged breathing breaks the silence.

A minute passes. Two.

Satoru pulls his hand from your thigh and slowly begins to move. It still hurts inside, it burns, and you bite your lip until it bleeds, trying not to sob. He moves slowly, almost carefully, but every thrust sends a sharp, pulsing ache through your body.

Your nails dig into your palms.

Beads of sweat roll down your forehead. Satoru gets on his elbows, hovering over you. You jerk under his heavy thrusts, but unconsciously, you reach out to him, wanting to touch his shoulder to make it feel less harsh, but Satoru immediately catches your wrists and pins them to the bed above your head.

Your eyes lock.

You look terrified, confused; he looks irritated, almost frantic at your attempt to touch him.

"Don't touch me," he snaps. He knits his brows together, then adds, softer: "I know. This isn't what you expected."

You swallow, remaining silent.

Your gaze drifts away, and you hear him make a bitter clicking sound. His shoulders shake with a hollow laugh. You look back at him, but he’s already looking somewhere else, anywhere but at you.

"If it helps, you don't have to look," he mutters. "Or just close your eyes. If I disgust you."

It takes you a second to realize he’s talking about himself. His scars. His appearance. A painful ache settles in your chest once more. Satoru begins to move again, but this time his thrusts are sharper, almost angry.

The anger isn't aimed at you—you can feel that—but you still tremble beneath him. His massive body looms over you, pinning your wrists, and you flinch at every strike.

You whisper before you can stop yourself:

"That’s not true..."

Satoru slows down, eyes snapping back to yours, his shoulders tensing. You look him dead in the eyes and repeat it, quiet but firm:

"You don't disgust me."

He frowns, not believing it, so you dare—you wrap your knees around his hips and pull him closer, forcing him to sink into you completely, letting out a sharp breath of your own. Now, almost defiantly, holding his gaze:

"You don't disgust me."

You let go of his hips and hesitantly reach for him again. "I… can I?"

Satoru stares at your palm for a second, then at your face. A flicker of something warm and raw crosses his features; he gives a faint nod and releases your wrists. You place your palms on his chest, feeling his fever-hot skin and the rough, raised lines of his scars under your fingertips.

You stroke him, tracing the uneven lines, his shoulders, his neck. Satoru squeezes his eyes shut, leaning into you, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. He presses his entire body against yours, light as a feather.

He’s trembling.

No one has touched him in a long time. Especially not like this—gently, with tenderness.

"These scars don't make you ugly," you whisper into his ear.

"You… you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen."

Satoru catches your hand, pressing kisses to your fingers, then your wrist. You let out a small, quiet laugh, and he feels you tighten around him, thrusting into you unconsciously.

"You saved us," you continue, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Satoru goes perfectly still.

"If it weren't for you, we would’ve all perished. No one else could have beaten him. You are the strongest. Your scars… they’re proof of your strength and your courage. You were ready to give everything to protect this world."

Your words only spur him on.

A wave of heat washes over you. Satoru lifts his head, looking at you with a strange, hungry intensity. His hands slide under your shift, finding your breasts.

He nuzzles into you, rubbing his face against your chest, covering it in kisses.

His first kiss hits your neck, and you moan, throwing your head back. He whimpers in response, setting a new pace—faster, desperate. He touches you everywhere, and you do the same, your fingers roaming his shoulders, his shoulder blades, his stomach, his face.

He groans when you kiss his scars, he whines when you tighten around him, and he begins to fuck you deeper, faster, more desperately.

He doesn't trust you. He can't.

There’s too much pain, too much betrayal, too much loneliness.

When your arms slide around his back to pull him closer, he flinches and freezes for a split second.

He’s not used to being held. He’s not used to tenderness. But he craves it so, so desperately.

Satoru presses into you, burying his nose in your hair. He finishes inside you with a low, plaintive groan, collapsing his full weight onto you, lying still, feeling your heat, your arms holding him tight.

You lie still, feeling the weight of him. After a few seconds, he shifts, looking worried that he might be crushing you. But you look fulfilled, content, a small, soft smile playing on your lips.

When you finally look up, you find him watching you in the dim light. He reaches out, tentatively, and pulls you against him. His embrace is shy, trembling, like he doesn't quite know how to do this.

Like he’s forgotten what it’s like to be close.

"Do you remember that the Elders are going to demand an heir?" you ask softly, staring up at the ceiling.

Satoru clicks his tongue, pulling you tighter, looping an arm around your waist and starting to slowly peel your shift away, unable to get enough of the sight of your body.

"They can't say anything to me," he mumbles into your hair. "They’ll have to wait, since you aren't ready yet."

You look up at his face in surprise; he brushes his lips against yours. You taste him, running your tongue over the faint scar on his upper lip. Satoru gives you a boyish grin, that same sharp, devilish smirk you’ve come to love.

"Who said I wasn't ready?"

You weren't, really—but it seems like you wanted to be.

Satoru searches your face for a long moment, as though waiting for the hesitation, the fear, the uncertainty. None of it comes. Only then does the corner of his mouth lift into that familiar, crooked grin you'd almost forgotten.

"Well, if they want Gojo heirs that badly," he begins, his voice dropping to a low, husky register, "we’re going to have to try really, really hard."

"Yeah?"

"We definitely need to get in a few more attempts," Satoru purrs into your ear.

He grabs your thigh under the knee, jerking it toward your chest with one swift move, and settles between your legs, opening you up completely. You gasp, and he kisses you again—deep, greedy—and you can feel that he’s already hard and ready again.

"Don't worry," he whispers against your skin, thrusting into you slowly, "I know what I'm doing. We’ll get it right."

You let out an excited whimper at the deep thrust.

"I am the strongest, after all," Satoru winks at you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands sliding down your back, pressing you into him.

You aren't scared anymore.

Not beside him.

The night is going to be a long one.

Beside him—beside your husband—you aren't scared at all.

mammon

- is constantly walking around his room shirtless, usually in grey sweatpants, obscenely stretching and groaning and you are just. sitting on his bed :) not a care in the world :)

- eventually you ask if he wants a massage with all that noise he's making. he readily takes you up on this offer. finally, you're making a move!

- you beat the fuck out of his back.

- it wasn't really hurting to begin with, and now he isn't sure his muscles are even solid anymore. he thinks acupuncture would've been a more delightful experience, but he keeps that to himself with the way you're naively beaming at him

- tries to grope your chest when you cuddle. when you let him, it's because "they're pretty good stress balls haha :3" ur stressing his balls goddammit

- one night while you're watching a movie he takes your hand and brings it to his chest. slowly, slowly runs it down his body, keeping an eye on you the whole time

- he's like, 99% positive you want him too but that 1% keeps him from fully bringing your hand to his dick. he damn near cries tears of joy when you make the move yourself

leviathan

- yall ain't gettin nowhere ain't doin SHIT

- you're too oblivious to notice the way he blushes and squirms when you get too close, and he's too scared to tell you he's tryna fuck :(

- he's terrified you'll finally see his true, evil, perverted ways (okay guy) and leave him, so he wills his boners down through pure determination undertale reference

- you think he just doesn't want to have sex with you, which is upsetting, sure, but it's okay you love him anyways!! poor guy is jerking off to your smell on his hoodie every night

- it all comes to a head when you sit in his lap one night, the two of you on your bed as he shows you some new game on his handheld

- you shift just right and within a minute he's rock hard beneath you, despite his best efforts to think about gross things like vomit or Mammon's face

- he's immediately stuttering an apology until you grab his face and kiss him hard, muttering something against his lips about how "the only thing you should be apologizing for is not coming to me sooner"

satan

- out of all the brothers, i think he enjoys the "chase" the most. he finds a sense of satisfaction in figuring out what flusters you, using that to his advantage when trying to get you to notice his growing desire

- likes to play footsie with you when you study, or press his chest to your back when he grabs a book on a too-high self, just to see your face get heated

- picks out demon biology books that have... interesting illustrations to see if you get the hint. you don't, instead successfully memorizing the 17 parts of their reproductive systems

- as much as he enjoys toying with you, he's sure he'd enjoy being inside you way more. after one too many deflections in a day, his demon form peeks out

- he agitatedly snaps the tip of his tail against the ground, glaring daggers at anyone who dares to breathe in his vicinity

- you innocently ask him what's wrong, immediately going to calm him down as you normally would; hand on his chest, voice soft and sweet

- it's all too much for him though - the next thing you know he's got you pinned to the door of his bedroom, almost snarling into your skin all the things he's dreamed of doing to you

asmodeus

- oh you are KILLING him. he's, like, the horniest guy in all three worlds and you are somehow interpreting his hand on your ass as casual affection

- he could splay himself out naked on your bed, rose in his mouth, and you'd be like "omg cuddle time :3" he is losing. his. MIND.

- when he does skincare with you he insists on using this specific oil on your ass and thighs. you let him, because he's so caring and sweet and obviously it's just good for your skin!

- damn near bangs his head on the wall because he is literally groping you and you seemingly don't care

- there are times he knows he turns you on too, as the Avatar of Lust and all, but you still don't do anything about it

- you don't mention it, you don't make a move, and you don't return what is obviously sensual affection when he throws it your way! wtf mc >:(

- eventually plainly asks if you even want to have sex with him, pretty pout on his face, and you're like "wtf yes you just never made a move sigh😪"

- the entire Devildom heard him scream that day

beelzebub

- he is too much of a gentleman to throw himself onto you, as badly as he wants to. he's waiting for a big green light first

- can't help himself sometimes though; when he's carrying you bridal-style and you're staring up at him with those big doe eyes, telling him how you love how strong he is? boioioing

- during movie night, when you're sitting in his lap, he growls with each little movement you make. you assume it's his stomach and offer to get him more snacks. he cements his grip around your waist

- has broken the armrest of a chair by gripping his hands into it before. the reason? you sucking chocolate sauce off your fingers. he will probably do it again

- tries to get out all his frustration during workouts, except you insist on tagging along to be his spotter (like the weights he bench presses aren't 3x your size anyways)

- ends up with you underneath him as he does pushups, each one being rewarded with a kiss and your addictive smile

- he's half hard before he's done 10 pushups. his lips are halfway to yours before his dick gets to you first. needless to say, yall got in a different kind of training that night

belphegor

- probably gets irritated the quickest out of everyone. he wants you fully, like, yesterday

- he consistently gives you wet dreams about the two of you; everything he wishes he could do while you were awake, and then some

- when you wake up and don't even mention any dreams to him, he decides he simply has to up the ante. starts whispering innuendos to you before bed - every single one goes over your head bars

- purposefully does things he knows will piss you off, and then eggs you on to "punish" him. you decide on the silent treatment. he decides on suicide.

- wraps his tail around you when he's especially needy, and you just absentmindedly play with the fluffy end, fully unaware of how hot he's getting

- one night he falls asleep first as usual, spooning you; his arms tightly wrapped around you, full body pressed into yours

"Not at all. If you'd like, the bakery down the street is open. Do you want something?" His pace has slowed a bit, as if he knows your exhaustion is kicking in.

"Maybe next time. I just want to take a nice hot bath and go to sleep."

"What about dinner?" Always the practical thinker. You hum as you debate the contents of the fridge, and what will take the least effort.

"Nevermind that, I'll take care of while you're in the bath. Perhaps we'll eat in bed tonight...just this once, of course." He smiles at you as if the two of you are partaking in some grand act of rebellion. You press a kiss to his lips, relishing in his confused yet satisfied blinks.

"Well then, we better hurry on home!"

Valko - would you sit and keep me company?

"Will you sit with me?"

Valko pauses whatever he's typing, glancing over at you with an amused smile. You almost expect him to comment, to tease you a little, but he simply shuts his laptop.

"Of course." Despite his sharp canines, his smile is soft, settling next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you. His body is warm, and just the weight of his arm calms you.

"Good?" He whispers, as if not to disturb your peace. You hum, not quite in the mood for speaking.

His face buries into your shoulder, tugging you a little closer. You sink into it, instantly relaxing once his cologne envelops you. Valko had a way of doing that, of making you feel so comfortable, so yourself.

"I love you." You murmur quietly. It's not the first time you've said it, but he always smiles like it is.

"I love you too." He presses kisses all over your face, until you break out into laughter and find yourself tumbling to the floor, Valko underneath you.

"Any particular reason tonight? Do I look strikingly handsome today?" His teasing tone carries a hint of genuine curiosity. You're quiet for a while, adjusting his glasses so they don't sit crooked on his nose.

"I just...love being around you. Is that so wrong?" Your smile probably doesn't come off very carefree, hence why his face softens and his arms tighten around you.

"I love being around you too." He rests his cheek on the top of your head, squeezing you twice as if to really solidify his sincerity.

"Do you think we could just...spend the rest of the night like this?"

"I don't see why not! But...can I grab some chocolate milk first?"

Sylus - i'm not scared, I just reach and you’re right there

Your eyes fly open, heart seized in a panic. Blood is rushing through your ears, but everything slows down the moment your hand finds a warm arm.

Sylus is asleep, but he stirs almost immediately at your movements. He catches your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Everything alright?" His voice is husky from sleep, though no less caring. Your anxiety loosens as you lay back down, sinking into his hold.

"It was just a nightmare." You whisper. Sylus hums in response, his arms tight around you.

"Want to talk about it?" He pulls back to study your face, as if to make sure you aren't hiding how you truly feel. When you smile a little at his inquisitive gaze, he smirks, taking the opportunity to bite the tip of your nose.

"Ow! What was that for?" You swat at him, laughing as you rub your nose despite the fact it doesn't really hurt.

"I enjoy taking bites out of you, didn't you know?" He kisses your nose in a mock apology, really just an excuse to get closer to you.

"Are you feeling better?"

Sylus can read you like a book. Despite what seemed like an attempt to change the subject, you know it was a ploy to make you smile. Now, in the lighter air, he checks in.

"Mhm. I don't normally have nightmares. Well, not when I'm here at least."

"And why is that?" He's genuinely asking, which makes you smile. Such a smart man, and yet your feelings sometimes slip through his fingers.

"Because I'm with you. And I know that nothing can hurt me if I have you by my side."

He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.

"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."

"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."

"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."

"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"

"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."

"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."

Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.

You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.

"Good girl."

Fuck.

Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."

"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."

He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.

You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.

"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.

You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.

The phone goes off.

Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.

"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"

"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"

Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.

"S'deep... you're..."

You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.

"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"

"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."

"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"

You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.

"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.

"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"

"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."

"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.

You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...

Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3

****

“Very,” you roll your eyes, slipping your finger across your screen and playing your little phone game to pass the time. You know damn well your mom has a whole ass roster. “I am excited for the wedding too, they’re so perfect.”

“Yeah she looks happy.”

“I saw you getting close with…” The way she says your name makes you roll your eyes again, pressing your ear to the door just to be nosy. 

“And?” Sukuna draws the question out, your mom glares over at him now. “Can I only be nice to one of your kids?”

“It’s not you that’s the problem, it’s how she’s looking at you,” she throws back that whiskey sighing. “Like she has that dumb crush still.”

You glare.

Not your bitch mom spilling the damn tea on you. No you didn’t have a crush on Sukuna! You just checked him out all the time because you were a teenager and he looked like… well, slutty like he does now. It’s not your fault he’d be walking around shirtless when your hormones were going insane.

Not like you doodled in your diary about him.

You can see his damn pleased smile without looking out the door, hearing him hum to himself. “Don't.”

Don't what!? What was your bitch ass mom doing?

“Ryo,” you feel sick now, peering through the crack of the door and seeing her dropping to her knees.

This bitch.

Do you care too much because it's your mom or…

Because it's him?

“You used to love to fuck my mouth.” Sukuna smirks then.

In this one way you're a little like your mom, in that you both could suck cock far too well, but the thought of anyone's lips around him right now makes him sick. Plus you're coated all over him, even if he could get hard that's one line he's not okay crossing. 

But there's that fact glaringly apparent – he can't get hard with her stroking him, his cock softens if anything, while he tugs her up.

“Come on, you're lit,” he says, trying to put on a friendly smile. “You're gonna be a menace at the bachelor party.”

She tries to save face, brows raised now. “What, too old for the milf hunter?”

“Nah, you're still hot as fuck,” she beams. “I've got something… going on. I don't know how serious it is, but…”

“Since when did you care about that?” Her arms wrap around his neck, you look away, eyes shutting, hugging yourself tighter. “You didn’t mind when we were together.”

You pause, heart hammering in your throat. Did Sukuna say you all were something potentially? Were you looking too much into it?

Why do you care so much about a man you’ve only fucked?

Something about how he brushed your hair back and called you a fucking ‘good girl’ was doing something to you mentally and emotionally that you weren’t ready to address yet. Instead you just stand and get dressed, trying to keep quiet as you compose yourself, the situation you’re in.

What was a drunken encounter has now been more, something inside you wants to keep Sukuna all to your fucking self.

“We'll talk when you're sober, that tolerance is shit.” Sukuna says, but she leans up and kisses him before he can stop her, lips that he once kissed and had wrapped around his cock, ones he at a time enjoyed.

But your mom? She’s fucking terrible, and the Sukuna that was in his twenties didn’t really give a fuck, shit he found that attractive, the psycho behavior. Now?

He pulls back and turns her away now. “Get your cougar ass out.”

She giggles and wipes her lips, “That bachelorette party? It’ll be mixed, so I will see you there.”

Great, just want Sukuna wants, to have to see some stripper grind on you while your mom tries to fuck him. It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. “What? Why?”

“It’s modern, Sukuna, people throw them together now,” she bites her lip and eyes him hungry. Dick literally in her fucking eyes. “I can’t wait to see you.”

Sukuna just sort of… shoves her out carefully, and finally he gets to shut the door – slipping out thank God, Sukuna exhales and swipes a hand down his face, grimacing. When you step out from the bathroom, hair a fucking wreck, your lips red and swollen from him – it's tense, too tense in that suite. His heart hammers in his chest, seeing the mess he made you, while your eyes all red and glimmering meet his lips.

“Did she kiss you?” Your question is soft, quiet and unbothered.

“Unfortunately,” he wipes his lips off then, smirking. “Aw, did that make ya jealous?”

“Hah. No. No way.” You're a fucking liar and he knows it. 

“No?”

“Nope, I need to go, okay?”

“You're mad at me when I turned her down?” Sukuna stops you at the door, hard body pressing against your back, making you tremble and hum for him. “I don't fucking want her, since I know you do care.”

“I know,” you look up, breath catching in your throat. “I really had fun tonight, but I don't expect anything serious. It's okay if it's just the weekend.”

He pauses now.

Isn't that what he loves, some fun, no attachment? No clinginess?

Then why does it hurt?

“Yeah well if it makes you feel any better about your mom,” his hand trails down your side, making you tremble underneath his touch. “She did literally just kiss your cunt off me.”

You turn now, eyeing his lips as he presses you to the door, back against the cool wood. “One more kiss then, so she's not that last thing your lips touch tonight.”

He tilts your chin up, towering so tall above you, shadows cast along the wall of his frame, his arms bulging with muscles tensed. Your breath catches when you lean up, arching for him, his breath tickling your lips and making them tingle, almost brushing each other.

“Thought you wanted to be casual though yeah, thought you didn't care?” He asks softly, taunting you with his every breath.

What you say and how you actually feel, however, are completely different, but you keep it light, smirking now. “I don't, just wanna one up.”

Sukuna's jaw sets. “Petty, damaged little bitch.”

Smack.

He grins with a cheek ruddy and red from his fingerprint, kissing you mean and filthy, tongue devouring the depths of your mouth, gripping your face with a rough hand. Your ass is pressed against his thighs, head falling back, your eyes fluttering shut with how good he feels pressed hot and heavy.

“You’re such a dick,” you whisper meanly on his lips, taking a shaky breath when your eyes lock on each other. “Good night, Sukuna.”

“Yeah okay,” his hands are on your waist, gripping you so tightly you almost can’t breathe, ruby eyes just glowing fucking red, those lashes lowered and casting shadows, making him look even more psychotic. “You wanna stay.”

“Nope, why should I? To fuck again?” He smirks, and you almost wish he’d say there’s more to it.

Why do you want that?

“You know you wanna cum again, just admit it to yourself…” You shake your head now, he nips your lower lip with his teeth, thigh pressing between your own. “Still drippin’ me, need me to clean you up?”

“Sukuna…” You want to so badly, to stay with him while he has you in his arms, kissing you over and over, until you whine out and contemplate doing just that, staying and letting him fuck you dumb.

But the fucker pulls back now, brushing his fingertips across your lips and stepping back. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night, huh? Gonna get a lapdance, isn’t that what you said?”

“You wouldn’t care, would you?” You ask, breathless from his kisses, your cunt is sore from taking his cock, no matter how wet you were that made you hurt in places you didn’t even know existed.

Sukuna pauses, he doesn’t want to say those words – that yeah, he fucking cares, that it’ll make him wanna yank you up and fuck sense into you. It’s not like this goes anywhere though, whatever this is, but the moment you laid on him and said he wasn’t a disappointment something shifted.

Something that makes him uncomfortable, feelings he doesn’t ever think he’s had, like it was just so comfortable to be near you like that, he knew what you needed without really knowing you. It was something hard to explain and he wasn’t a man for mushy fucking terms, for flowery ass words.

“Would I care if some dude in assless chaps grinded on you?” He chuckles and shakes his head then. “Would you care if a stripper puts her ass in my face?”

“Of course I don’t care,” liar, liar, liar. “We can be adults about this, right? It’s just… us…”

“Fucking.”

“Mhm.”

You’re both quiet, just eyeing each other, unsure of what to fucking say or do. “So that it, or are you gonna be in my bed tomorrow too?”

You scoff now. “You sound so sure.”

Sukuna leans a hand over the door, leaning close to you, his breath mingling with yours, you realize then your mom had kissed him – kissed him, and he had shoved her out the door. How much of it was for show, and how much was due to the fact that he didn’t want her, like he said?

Better, tighter, prettier.

You relish in that not just because of your batshit mommy issues, but because Sukuna desiring you as much as you desire him was…

Fuck, you can’t think like this. He’s not serious, he’s playing his games, you’ve known of his way with women over the years, heard all the latest gossip, you can’t be thinking nonsense about him. Even as he’s too close, like the room that’s so big has shrunk to nothing, just the two of you pressed together.

“You came one minute earlier than I asked you,” his lips curve up, your brows lower as you glare. “You know you’re desperate for me, brat.”

“Psh, you wish.”

You rush out of the room, leaving Sukuna covered in your scent, leaning his head on the door, unsure just what the fuck happened and why he already misses you.

“This brat. The fuck is she doing to me?”

*****

The bachelor/ bachelorette party was insane, dancing women on one side, dancing men on the other, so many of your sister’s friends that were her bridesmaids. You don’t even know as many women as she has just in her bridal party, by far the popular one, you don’t blame everyone for loving her – your sister is that bright, bubbly girl, while you’re usually the one standing somewhere off to the side.

You ran into Sukuna at the bar grabbing a drink, just for him to snake a hand at your waist, lowering his lips to your ear and murmuring –

Aww your little bitch drink.

You stomped right on his fancy fucking dress shoes, making him just grin like the psycho he is rather than yelp in pain – and you’re literally wearing black high heels that should have hurt him at least a bit!? But no, Sukuna is insane as ever, when isn’t he just a menace especially when the man touches you.

His grip tightened, your heart raced as the room was full of everyone both of you know, including your mom who’s been making fuck me eyes at him since he got here, dressed sluttier than the professional dancers. You really can’t with her, but you suppose she’s giving it her best shot and you almost don’t blame her for that.

“Go have fun,” you said, smiling then. “I know I will.”

He’d scowled finally, jaw tensing.

“A problem with that?” You tilted your head, hair falling against your shoulders, he aches to brush it aside as much as he wants to yank it into a pony tail, and tug it back, pulling hard while you suck him dry.

You’re a problem.

“Nope.”

“Great, see ya.”

You had run off, leaving the two of you to your separate corners like it was a fucking boxing match, everyone had split into two groups however, your sister and her girls, and the groom with the men, the outlier was your mom. She kept bouncing back and forth, at a certain point you just looked at her with a raised brow, and she came over to you.

“Go act like you’re having fun at least,” she mutters, shaking her head. “You never grew out of that emo phase, did you?”

“It’s not a phase,” you giggle at the joke you know she doesn’t get, sighing at her look. “I’ll have fun, why don’t you get a dance, too busy eyeing your ex?”

Shit, you said that.

She steps up to you, the couple inches she has on you makes her a little taller, but it’s not that about her that’s intimidating – it’s how she’s always treated you, how you know everything you do utterly disappoints her in the end. Part of you is still that little girl buried deep somewhere, the one unloved.

“Shut your little mouth about him, you need to stop looking at him,” she hisses those words, grabbing your wrist now, you tense.

“Mom I was kidding-”

“You’re drunk, like usual.”

“So are you!?”

“He’d never look at you,” she scoffs now, eyeing your body up and down in an assessment that makes you tremble, feel sick. Sukuna can’t hear you both at all, but he looks curiously, wondering what the quiet conversation is about with this feeling in his stomach.

Yet he knows you’re not ‘his’ and he’s not ‘yours’ shit you probably were using him as a get back, but maybe he liked it too much, maybe he likes you too much. Everyone has him throwing back shots, but he can’t stop thinking about it, he can’t stop eyeing you both, ever curious.

“What’s that mean?” You manage to say, she laughs then, a cruel one that echoes in your ears.

Yeah, you are being awful fucking her ex, but she doesn’t even know that, she’s being cruel just to be cruel.

“Go get a dance, and get your sights off him, you’re not up to Sukuna’s caliber, not even close.”

You do feel sick then, the shot rising up in your throat as you tremble, and she pats your cheek with an almost smack.

“The fuck do you mean?”

“That you’re not close to good enough to even try with him, trust me I know you want him, I see it written on your face. Why would he ever go for you when he could have me?”

You blink and step back like you’ve been hit, her words wracking through your mind now. “I didn’t say I wanted him.”

“It’s obvious, I understand, he’s gorgeous, but he’d never be with you,” you want to laugh in her face as much as you want to throw up, to cry, a myriad of emotions that make you tremble. “Go pretend to have fun, your sister cares about you, don’t make her worry.”

“Right…” Suddenly with your mom you’re not that feisty girl who gives no fucks, no you’re a sad, damaged one.

Damaged little bitch.

You were, and Sukuna could sense that, your gaze captures him up on the stage with the women, they’re all over him and the groom, leaving you to go back to the bar and down another shot.

‘Fun’ it is.

*****

Later that night, Ryomen Sukuna has to watch as this lanky ass white haired stripper dances all on you, making his jaw clench in anger as he takes your hand and puts it on his abdomen, making you giggle. Giggle. You look happy as fuck to have his attention, so happy that no amounts of tits in his face are going to distract him from that fact.

Why does he care like this? He’s not one to get attached, and in two days he’ll be back out of your life, but something in him can’t fucking stand to see it, to see a man on you. Spreading your thighs and fucking stepping between them, your eyes catch Sukuna’s for a brief moment, eyeing the girl straddling his lap, and you smile all fucking mean then.

There’s a little challenge when you lean back and let him move against you, spreading your thighs more.

Two can play at that.

Sukuna grabs onto the thighs of the curvaceous stripper rolling her hips on him, her heat against his cock, with sweat and glitter all over her skin. Your eyes narrow at him, and he can’t help but smirk right back at you, across the room full of leds flashing and ridiculously loud music, full of people, the two of you are just…

Staring, competing, getting off on it too. If Sukuna’s hard it’s because he knows you’re getting mad, getting jealous, and if you’re wet it’s because he looks like he’s about to beat your ass till it’s black and blue, like he’ll choke you with his cock. Now it doesn’t hurt that the stripper in front of you is fucking gorgeous, either.

“Gojo, is that your real name?” You ask, while he leans down, licking a trail up your thigh, making you gasp, your hands on his oiled up skin. “Oh!”

“You’re yummy,” he answers huskily, looking up at you with pretty blue eyes, you’re lost for a moment in how pretty they are, forgetting about some stripper’s big ass tits in Sukuna’s face. “I notice you’re not hanging out with the party.”

“Yeah, they’re a little too much sometimes, I feel I’ll bring em down – shit you’re in a male revue, not a therapist!” He chuckles, the sound warm and throaty, standing up again and moving your hand up his abdomen ever so slowly, you blush when you see the bulge under his speedo.

“Feel free, sweets,” he slips your hand lower, and your thighs press on either side of him, letting you slip a few tens in his waist band, where there’s a light dusting of white hair over his cock. “I think you’re plenty fun.”

“Not just a pity lap dance?” You tease, he grins, far too charming, shaking his head. “You’re not what I expect.”

“Is that good or bad?” He teases, coming to bar you on either side of the chair, everyone is kissing, dancing, stripping, Sukuna’s hands are all over the dancers ass then, but his eyes are locked on you, with every motion of her hips it’s as if you’re the one doing it.

It’s what he pictures, it’s what you picture.

“Just unique,” you answer Gojo then, it feels good when he kisses a little spot on your neck, your eyes fluttering shut, aching to forget all the shit your mom said earlier. “A very touchy stripper.”

“Hmm, we all can be,” he admits, and he’s right, even your bitch ass mom is getting grinded on and living her best life, your sister is bent over getting paddled with her bride to be sash and tiara on. “You’re pretty, I like pretty things.”

“Oh…” You flush now, not the grinding of his huge body, but the little compliment, especially after everything she said. “You’re pretty.”

Gojo tilts your chin and kisses you.

Sukuna almost throws this goddamn stripper off his lap, tensing as you let Gojo kiss you, fuck you even seem like you’re loving it!? Your hands are all in his white hair, the stripper is all naked on you and you’re spread wide, Sukuna can’t even function when he watches another man kiss you.

His, his, his.

It’s all that keeps running through his goddamn mind, the fact that you’re supposed to be his and only his, but that’s bullshit, it’s nonsense. You would move on and maybe Sukuna would be some fond memory, of getting all your mommy issues out and getting backshots.

Is that what Sukuna really wanted?

He’s gone and headed toward you in moments, as Satoru winks and says he’ll see you after the show, and you’re a blushing, overheated mess. You bump right into Sukuna after, and you see the glitter on his skin, while he can see the sweat on yours, the two of you glaring at the sight, before looking around each other, seeing your mom occupied by a dancer.

“Have fun?”

He scoffs, grabbing your wrist and dragging you then.

“The fuck, Sukuna!?” He says nothing, just leading you unceremoniously out of the heated club and into the cool night air, you gulp it greedily, before he takes your breath away, tugging you against him.

Sukuna feels too good.

“I asked if you fuckin’ had fun, slutty little brat,” he whispers, hand sliding up into your hair, his other at your waist, pressing into your ribcage. “Answer me, be a good girl, huh?”

Fuck him for that.

“Thought you didn’t care?” You whisper, while Sukuna yanks your hair by the nape of your neck, so close to you now that you’re throbbing with need, his eyes so dilated they’re almost black.

“What’d she fuckin’ say to make you like this, huh?” You blink like you’ve been slapped, as he reads you like he somehow seems to always.

Your eyes swim with tears now, shaking your head, lips trembling and swollen from the white haired stripper’s kiss already, making Sukuna furious. “Thought we were just having fun tonight.”

“Was it fun, kissing him?” He asks, tightening that hold even more, making goosebumps rise, shivers running down your spine.

“Yeah, was it fun grabbing her ass, letting her grind on your cock?” You whisper, leaning up and letting two little tears fall.

“Answer, brat, the fuck did she say?”

You take a breath, trying to pull back, only for him to tug harder. “Why do you even care, huh?”

“Will you just tell me what she said? The fuck are you so difficult for all the time!?” You take a shaky breath, letting him press you against that wall, where anyone could walk out and see you both. “Do I need to fuck the answer out of you?”

“Maybe,” he sighs, loosening his grip just a bit, brushing fingers through your strands instead. “What are we gonna be friends?”

“You need a fucking friend,” you glare again, but he’s right – fuck he’s right. “Always trying to fucking be so tough and alone, when weren’t you.”

“Old, wise Sukuna,” you earn his jaw locking, his hard body pressing you against the cold, rough bricks, hand curling with how angry you have him. “She said mean shit, what’s new?”

“To make you this upset?”

“She said you’d never want someone like me,” Sukuna pauses, brows together now. “What’s it matter if she’s right, either, okay? It’s not like me and you are… I know it felt good, but…”

“But what?” You can’t finish the words. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Not up to your caliber,” he laughs then, without humor, shaking his head. “It’s best you don’t get involved with me, even sex. I’m a fucking mess, okay?”

“Yeah, I clearly see that.”

You scowl. “You don’t have to agree!?”

“Mommy issues, daddy issues, anger problems,” he sighs as he studies you in the dark. “Rebellious little brat.”

“Fuck you Sukuna.”

“Slutty little cunt, perfect tits,” your breath catches when he lifts your skirt up, brushing a finger up and down your slit. “That from the white haired stripper?”

“So what if it is? You’ll be out of town in a couple days, what do you care?” He pauses, you’re fucking right, but he can’t think of anything other than having you again.

“I’d fuck you with him,” he murmurs, making you gasp. “Or after him, that’s how much your tight little cunt is fucking with me, so fuck you.”

“Fuck me!? Fuck you! Long ass tongue and monster cock,” he’s grinning now, as you shove his chest. “I’m mad you ever gave mom your dick.”

Sukuna grins. “Toxic little slut.”

“You’re the slut!” You shove him again, when he picks you up like you’re fucking nothing suddenly, you cling to him tightly, thighs on either side of his hips. “What are you doing!?”

“Gonna fuck you like the slut you are,” he whispers, fucking mean with you too, cock throbbing and hard for you, pressing against your slick cunt.

“You can’t do that here!” You’re soaking him as he grinds, smirking at you.

“Won’t even have to prep ya, white haired boy fucking got you like this, huh?” He’s furious thinking of it, pressing harder through those layers, watching your cheeks flush under the streetlight shining down on both of you.

“And big titty stripper got you like that,” he kisses you mean then, brutal meeting of your lips, and you lose it, hands entangling in his sooty pink locks, cunt drooling, your head falling to the side. “Didn’t she?”

“Would that make you upset, damaged little girl?” You shake your head. “Little fucking liar.”

“M’not, mnh,” you’re dying for him inside you, so needy you almost forget where you both are then, when he finally releases you, easing you down his body. “Sukuna…”

You’re clinging to his dress shirt, he’s panting with how badly he needs you, slipping two fingers up in your slick little hole, groaning. “How much of that is f’me?”

You bite down on your lip, crying out and resting your head on his strong chest, touching his cock over his slacks and hearing him suck in a breath. “How much of that is for me?”

All of it was.

He pulls back and pins your wrists to the wall, your breasts are rising and falling with your breaths, the two of you studying each other in the dark, quiet night, eyes locked on each other. It’s quiet save for the echoing music outside, pulsating and rushing through both of your veins, his fingers tightening down even more on your delicate wrists.

Rough fingers, strong hands, his body looming over yours, that shadow cast across the wall, you can hardly stand it then, the need that’s overtaking you so utterly and completely in that moment. How badly you would let him fuck you right here, not caring who saw, who knew.

“You’re coming back with me,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up. “You’re gonna cum so many times you’re dumb, not able to say a fucking word?”

You just swallow, nodding, making him raise a brow.

“Really, no arguments?”

You shake your head.

You want him.

He touches his phone now, releasing you to get a ride, sighing as your shoulders tremble, and you shiver with the cold. He takes off his jacket, surprising you, wrapping it around your shoulders. “I’m gonna make you forget anything your bitch mom said tonight, you won’t even remember she exists.”

“Sukuna…” He grips your chin tight now, as the car heads your way, the wind brushing against your skin.

“Should start calling me daddy,” He whispers, you bite down on your lip then.

“No way.”

He smirks again. “You will when I’m done with you.”

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“Oh fuck no,” you turn and grab for your purse, one hand on the door knob. “I am not your level of freak, Sukuna.”

“No, you’re a perfect girl for me,” you tense again, hands clutching the purse and knob for dear life, pulse fluttering as your body ebbs and flows with him. “You’re going to be, at least, when you listen.”

“You can’t be serious,” you set the purse down and look back, Sukuna’s dead serious though, eyes dilated, a firm set to plump lips, tapping his thigh just a bit. “You want me to crawl?”

“I want you to listen, brat, can you?” You worry your lower lip, walking instead, until he halts you with a hand up. “Knees, show me you can listen.”

“I better get some good head for this,” you almost make him laugh, you’re so fucking cute when you sink to your knees, scooting closer on the suite floor, until you’re between his spread thighs. “There, good enough?”

“You’re listening,” he brushes your hair back again, your thighs press together with pressure, with ache and need, gasping out from the soothing touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

Your heart hammers in your chest. “Sukuna…”

“You are,” your lip trembles, as he keeps brushing your hair back, leaning forward just a bit, your head on his lap now. “And your mom is a jealous bitch.”

“You just want another blow job,” you mumble, but his words hit their mark, your hands gripping his thighs over the material, coming even closer.

“You’re going to make me proud tonight, yeah?”

Fuck.

You take a breath, nodding and letting him stroke your hair some more, soothingly, whispering your name softly, you look up at him when he cups your cheek, exhaling. “You’re being nice.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you nice,” he leans forward, tilting your chin up with two fingers now, studying you. “You want me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? So you can’t think?”

“Yes,” you usually have some attitude to your voice, but he’s doing too much, it’s what you need, what you crave. “I want it.”

“Look at you,” he eases you up by your throat almost gently, long tattooed hand wrapping it, making you whine out. “Stand up and take your top off.”

“You’re being bossy tonight, but I’m horny enough to go with it,” he just studies you far too seriously, you tremble when you slip up your top, throwing it on the floor behind you, baring yourself aside from a lacy bra. “What next, dom daddy huh?”

He should chuckle, but you don’t need that – he can see what you need and it’s glaringly apparent. He leans forward, grabbing his glass of whiskey off the little side table, putting it to his lips, eyes darkening as he sits back and watches you. “Take the bra off, lemme see those pretty tits without it.”

You reach around to your back, unhooking the clasps, letting it fall down to your ankles, breasts bouncing free – ones he barely saw that night. His hands tighten down on the glass, his heart racing at the sight of how fucking pretty they are, your nipples just begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.

“I’m gonna leave those bruised,” he says softly, sipping his drink again like nothing happened, looking at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “I’m gonna leave you so sore you can’t sit, so full of my cum you have it dripping out at that wedding.”

You whine out and step forward, and he holds up a hand, frustrating you further. “Sukuna, just fuck me.”

“We’ll get there,” you roll your eyes and he finally smirks a bit behind his glass. “Has no one ever told you what to do?”

“No one, you’re lucky your dick is so big, or I’d bounce out of here,” you cross your arms a bit over your body.

“Arms down, take off the skirt.”

You feel a little exposed when you do that, just left in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, but you keep your arms down, just standing there as he downs the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing. You’ve never felt just so naked than in that moment, as his eyes devour you and damn near worshiping you, he sets the glass down with a gentle clip, just a bit spilling down his chin.

“Come clean me up, pretty little slut,” you scoff, but you’re walking towards him, cupping his face and leaning down, lapping at his jaw with your tongue and tasting the sweet bourbon, exhaling when his big hands grip your bare waist. “Let me see you.”

You’re quiet, it’s not like you, but you want to listen to him, want him to tell you what to do, to praise you when you listen, which he does by running his hands up to your waist, gripping under your breasts. He moans, kissing across each one hungrily, until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, tugging you between his spread thighs.

“Mnh!” Your hands entangle in his locks now, while he guides you to sit on his thigh, straddling it – your cunt dripping against the cotton gusset of those panties, making them sticky against your cunt. You shift, so needy, it feels too good.

“Go ahead, hump it like a desperate little whore,” his words give you fucking whiplash. “Tits so perfect.”

“Are y-you bipolar or fucking insane?” You manage to whisper, earning a sharp smack to your thigh. “Ah!”

“Both,” he admits, voice husky. His eyes are dangerous when they look up at you again, tongue long while it laps your puffy nipple. “Are you asking me if I’m mentally damaged like you?”

“Maybe,” you’re moving without consciously thinking, rolling your hips and gasping out. “I’m not doing this because you said so.”

“Of course you are,” you glare again, but you’re lost in how good his thigh feels. “Like a desperate bitch in heat.”

You smack the fuck out of Sukuna’s cheek.

He grins.

He is psychotic.

“Cute,” he murmurs, gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back, standing with you like that and his other arm lifting you. He walks behind you now, guiding you to the bed. “Go on, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

“Call me a bitch again and I’ll bite your dick,” he chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, lips on your ear as his lips brush your ear.

“On the bed.”

You crawl onto it, trembling and aching, he exhales at the sight of you like this, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Panties down.”

“You’re annoying, did you do this with mom?” You taunt, slipping them down your thighs and peering back at him, lips parted with desire, seeing him shirtless now – it’s been years, you were barely out of high school when he dated her.

“No,” his soft answer surprises you, his shirt falling and revealing those chiseled muscles, cut completely, strong pecs and thick muscled biceps with black tattoos following the angles of his body. Your cunt is visibly soaked, he moans at the sight of it, undoing his belt. “She wasn’t good for me, but you are, hmm?”

“You love to hit my issues,” you bury your face against the blanket, hearing the click of the metal buckle, the weight of it falling and landing on the soft carpet below. “Next you’ll tell me to call you 'daddy.'”

“You probably will, but just because you’re fucked up,” you scoff, going to push up on your hands, when he slides two fingers down your dripping slit, and shoves your head back down into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I love how fucked up you are.”

“Ah!” He’s shoved two thick long fingers, nails painted black but blunt as not to hurt you, instead you just feel all the pressure, whining out and soaking his hand, thighs trembling violently. “Ngh…”

“You’re soaked already, huh? Why don’t you show me how much you can really arch that ass, brat,” he smacks each ass cheek hard, pressing up on your spot and blinding you with the intensity. “Listen and be good.”

You arch up high, pressing your hips up, earning his groan of satisfaction, as he starts working you with two fingers, you feel the heaviness of his thick cock hot against your thigh. He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, trailing hot lips across your skin, burning it, making you grip his fingers tighter.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he whispers out, biting at your shoulder as he sinks his fingers deeper into your cunt, so long they almost hit your cervix, so intense you feel that pressure. “Gonna ruin you for anyone, how about that? No one will make you fucking squirt, you’ll just picture me.”

“Psycho,” he chuckles again, but you’re arching higher, pressing your hips back against his fingers, desperate for more of it, turning your face to meet his ruby red gaze. “You’re the one who’s gonna be ruined, can’t handle my pussy can you?”

He scoffs, curling his fingers inside you and pressing that spot over and over, scissoring them in and out of your cunt. “So fucking messy, hear how loud your needy cunt is?”

“Then fuck me already!” His laugh is gonna make you lose it, your hands clinging to the blankets. “God, put it in.”

“We’ll get there,” he’s yanked his fingers out now, running them up and down your slit, teeth biting even harder on your neck, groaning as he feels your slick start to just drool out of your hole, spreading you wide. “Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, ass arched for me.”

You’re shivering and twitching as he toys with you, before he starts scissoring them so fast you can’t take it, gasping and screaming out against the blankets your cheek is pressed against, shaking with need – deep and hot. “Sukuna… will you just fuck me, god…”

 “Always so fucking mouthy,” he’s not stopping at all, one big hand pressing the small of your back, his heavy weight on you, fingers relentless as you feel so much pressure you can’t take it. “Gonna squirt all over the bed, aren’t ya? Your mom never did that you know, guess her daughter is sluttier than her.”

“Fuck off,” you’re so into it that it’s concerning, and he’s groaning as he feels gummy walls flutter, so he grins, honing in on it.

“Prettier.”

“Psycho...” You’re eating it up, the mix of his praise with his rough fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot over and over, your head falls back, shaking with the need he’s building.

“Tighter,” you grip him in response as he leaks precum in messy white strings down to the bed beneath you both, a hand landing on one side of your face as he arches his forearm just so. “Go ahead, make a fuckin’ mess, you want to don’t you? Do better than she does.”

“You’re a dick, I swear I hate you… ah!” You’re about to lose all your sense the way he talks, his mean whisper in your ear tickling the skin, heavy body leaned over your back, working relentlessly and mean in your hole.

“You are better, already,” you curse him internally, looking at him with lidded eyes as he kisses up your neck.

“Please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, slutty little brat.”

“You,” you gasp, arching your back higher, so much your spine curves perfectly, ass pressing against him, the sounds of his fingers fucking filthy. “I w-want you.”

“Then cum.”

“Not l-listening to you - ngh!” Sukuna curls them meanly, and you’re doing just as he said, squirting and making a mess, pouring down his hand, the sight so perfect he audibly groans. “F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”

It’s the only word you can come up with, eyes rolled back in your skull, struggling to cling to anything with how sensitive you are. Sukuna moves his fingers still, but slower, like he wants to elicit every drop.

“You love hearing how much better you are than her,” his words make you angry, teeth sinking into your neck with his sharp ass canines, still massaging that spot when he pulls back, licking the teeth indentations and making you jerk. “Damaged little girl, you made such a mess again.”

“Mnh…” You’re done arguing, you just want his cock inside you. “In me, please…. Please…”

“Beggin’ for me? Ah, what a good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers slowly, knowing how much you love it now, using it sadistically. The noise of his thick fingers pulling out of your suctioned little hole are messy, he looks at them and sees them coated, moaning. “Look at that.”

He tugs your head up by the nape of your neck, cupping your face, seeing the marks from the bed and tears down your cheeks. You’re so pretty like that it makes him fucking ache in ways he sure isn’t going to admit or acknowledge fully just yet, how can he even articulate how badly he wants you, needs you? 

He wants you to feel perfect.

“Taste how sweet your pussy is,” he murmurs, putting his fingertips to your lips, running them over until they’re glossy. “You know you wanna listen t’me, huh? Open.”

You open eagerly, a woman who’s not been submissive a day in your life, no you ride dick, you suck it and relish on making men cum quick, yet right now you just want to let him rail every thought out of your head. You suck your mess off his fingers, dripping with gossamer strands of slick, whining out as his eyelids lower, and you feel his heavy, thick cock against your back.

“That’s it, you’re listening so well,” he cooes those words, knowing they’re making their mark, he kisses your cunt off you with messy strokes of his tongue, groaning and dragging you against him, cock fucking between your thighs, barely brushing up and down your slit. “God, I could cum like this.”

“N-no, in me…” He sighs, kissing you once more, swapping your flavor across your taste-buds.

“You’ve been good, so I’ll give it to you, greedy little slut,” you’re shaking in need when he presses you forward again. “You can arch more, c'mon.”

“Want me to break my spine!? J-just put your dick in me…” You grumble, he’s exhaling as he spreads your cheeks, your puffy lips drooling and already twitching, waiting for him inside you.

“Just like that,” Sukuna grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your flesh as he presses the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sucking him in already. He groans, pressing forward slowly, inch by inch like he wants to just torture you, stretching you wide. “You feel s’good grippin’ me like that, like you’re trying to fucking milk me.”

You gasp out – already so sensitive from squirting, from his fingers stretching you, now he is easing more and more inside you, when you want all of him. “More, f-fuck…”

“Cunt is slutty,” he huffs, spreading your ass cheeks again to eye that puckered tiny hole right above where his cock is stretching you out, groaning softly. “Take more if you want it, huh?”

You listen, pressing back against him, your eyes squeezed shut as arousal slips down your legs, making his heavy balls thwap with every stroke. He spits a stripe of bubbly saliva down to your ass, slipping his thumb and making you tense, he chuckles all husky, pressing in deeper, and it feels too fucking good, him sinking deeper, your head falls back as you scream out.

“That’s something I didn’t do with mommy dearest,” he murmurs, you breathlessly giggle, looking back over your shoulder, while his cock starts to move inside your walls, the thumb stretching your other hole with a sweet burn.

“Stop making me like you,” your whisper earns his smirk again. “You’re not getting in there.”

“I’d ruin this little hole,” he muses, sinking more and more of that cock through your small little cunt, watching how pretty it looks as it disappears inside of you, exhaling. “Look at you.”

His words hit, even with the strokes going a little faster, he’s still not shoving it all, making you cry out – “more” – and that’s when Sukuna gives it to you.

“Yeah, need me to bottom out, bratty little slut?” He is filling you completely now, you scream hoarsely, as he starts pressing against your cervix, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair. “Beg me to move then.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay right here.” You hate his dumb ass power play, his push and pull, addictive like the cock splitting your drippy wet cunt open. “Aw, you’re so cute, wiggling around like that.”

“Sukuna!”

“Beg,” he leans low, tugging your head up now, buried deep inside you but completely unmoving, his breath hot against your neck. “Beg for me to ruin your pretty little cunt.”

You huff, and you hate his dumb grin and slutty raised eyebrows, you want to smack his face as much as you want his cock to ruin you, shaking your head instead, earning a sharp thrust that hurts. You’re arching and trying to make him move, but he’s got you pinned down, arms wrapped so tightly you can’t breathe.

“Little brat, needed to learn manners, but mom was too much of a bitch, huh?” You’re nodding desperately, letting Sukuna take you over, your mind, body, cunt all reacting to him in an insanity. “Beg.”

“Please…” You say it through gritted teeth, his satisfied groan echoes as he kisses you, wrapping all around you even tighter.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again, drawing a sharp cry from your swollen lips, your nails pressing into his thighs as he fucks you up on his knees, shoving you back down. “Like you’re made for it.”

Sukuna’s hands slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress hard again, arching your spine impossibly higher to where you feel it’ll break. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, each one making you weak, dizzy, shaking as he moves with his hips slamming, the smacks and wet noises mingling with cries muffled against the soft blankets.

“Takin’ me better than she could.”

The mention of her sends a jolt through you, so sharp and filthy. You are whimpering, clenching around his thick invasion, wanting more. His fingers tighten on your hips, leaning over you, the weight pressing you down. He wraps a hand around your throat, turning your chin to face him now, eyes gone completely black, his cheeks flushed with the same shade as his hair.

“I’ll fuck every insecurity away,” he whispers, and that’s when it’s too much, his big hand choking gently, tilting you up for a kiss, prone over you now. It’s so intimate it takes your breath, your other hand entwining under his as he moves his cock in your gummy walls. “Shouldn’t have any, fuck her for that.”

“You are fucking me,” he smirks and you giggle, tears pricking your eyes from pleasure and something deep you don’t want to admit. “What would she say?”

“Something bitchy, but I’d let her know you’re tighter, wetter, prettier –” You start shattering then, and he sucks in a breath, orgasm so intense it’s pushing him over the edge, watching your face contort in pleasure. His hand tightens just a bit, kissing and whispering against your lips. “Damaged little thing.”

“Mnh…” You’re lost now, pushed off the edge, he’s dragging his cock head against your spot again, eliciting more and more pleasure, pulsing inside you.

“Gonna cum so deep, fill you all up, slutty little girl she wants it so bad, to be filled by me huh?”

You’re done lying, you just nod and Sukuna pumps you full as promised, so much it’s already falling out, his groans drank by your lips, choking you so hard you’re hardly able to keep conscious. Huge hands on a delicate neck, thick lengthy cock ruining your little hole, he’s just so big everywhere, even his body on you.

“Took all that cum, huh?” He’s taunting you later when you’re slumped over, and he’s stroking your spine gently, pressing kisses up sweat soaked skin. “Think you gripped me more when I brought her up.”

You don’t say anything, not when he tugs you into his hold even though you were going to try to leave, you instead let him hold you, mind racing, it feels too good in his arms, dripping his cum out in trickles down a muscled thigh, rough hands seemingly gentle and soothing.

“You did such a good job for me,” he says, maybe to be sexy or tease, but it’s overwhelming, as you bury your face, tears slipping.

You’re crying then, and rather than make fun of you as you expect, he lets you, holding you tight and kissing your lips, and you realize then it’s not just sex, as much as you fucking wish it was. When he’s holding you and you’re trying to catch your breath, and soon you’re curled next to him, eyes heavy, cheek resting on his hot chest with his slow, thudding heartbeat.

"Too much?" He asks then, concern in his gaze, but you shake your head.

"No. Not at all..." You lean up just a bit, fingers idly moving across his chest. "It was just intense."

"Yeah..." He breathes out those soft words, unsure of what too say, swiping your tears and studying you.

"I should go,” you yawn and say, eyes heavy. Sukuna is used to telling women to leave or at least not caring if they do. “I have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow, and the bachelorette party.”

“Yeah, gonna have some male stripper on you?” You look up, he swipes at dried up tears now. “Little crybaby.”

“Shut up,” you lean up a bit, hair falling like a curtain down the side of your face, exhaling as you drink in the sight of him. “Would you be mad if I did?”

“Nah, why would I be?” He’s tense though, your eyes locked on each other, breaths mingling together – his whiskey, yours something sweet he can’t quite place. It’s just you.

He’d hate someone on you.

“Well I’ll get a good lap dance then,” you’re so mean to him, really, he scowls as you giggle. “Maybe I’ll get drunk, it’s kinda my M.O.”

“Yeah, fuck what they think,” he brushes a hand through your locks now, carefully studying you.

“That’s sweet?”

“You’re worse than they know.”

“Sukuna!” He’s chuckling now, dragging you down for a kiss, moaning as you bite the fuck out of his lower lip, his cock already twitching, still sticky from you.

“You are,” his big hand slips down the curve of your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re fucking your ‘almost former stepdad’ you know.”

“Almost former,” you snort, bulling back and seeing his lower lip is swollen. “I should do worse, fuck an actual one.”

“Yeah, you’re slacking really as the family disappointment,” he teases, and suddenly it’s quiet. “I could give tips.”

You blink in confusion, and watch as Sukuna’s jaw sets a bit, his hard body tensing. “You? Don’t you run the family company and do insane business? Like you’re rich.”

“Yeah, I’m rich…” the tone in his voice is clear, your heart aches for him in that moment, you know it’s dangerous to care for something that is so fleeting. “Doesn’t mean I’m not also a family disappointment.”

“Well… forget this okay?”

“Forget what, brat?”

You cup his face gently, leaning low, lips brushing against his, big hands wrap your waist tightly. “You’re far from disappointing, in any way at all, the opposite of it.”

It’s quiet, the two of you looking at each other, vulnerable and open, like you both have opened some small little part of your damaged souls. He says nothing in response, just eyeing you instead, tugging you against his hot body until you feel so overheated, so dizzy and weak, every inch of you reacting to him.

“Want me to forget you saying that?” His voice is hoarse and rough, you look down then, sighing and shaking your head.

“No, just forget I’m being nice, and I’ll forget you are…”

“Nice huh? Just wrecked your cunt,” you flush at that, glaring again. “There’s the mean little scowl.”

“I need to go…”

“No.”

“No!?” He yanks you on him now, your hands land on his chest, thighs straddling his lower abdomen, pressing against either side as you drip cum, it pools down under his belly button, slick against the soft pink hair until it’s shimmering and flat. “Sukuna, I should get back.”

“Not done with you,” he lifts you like you’re nothing, lining his tip up with your sore hole, using all his cum sliding out to press in with ease, but you cry out at the sharp sting, walls rubbed raw already. “Can’t take another round, huh?”

“I c-can,” you never back down from a challenge, he can’t help but smirk as you try to take him, and he watches his veiny cock split you apart, bulging your tummy with his size. He groans at the sight, lifting you up and down, making your head fall forward, arms shaking. “Ngh!”

“Can’t even move? Pathetic little girl,” he’s murmuring it like a caress, lifting and dragging you down until he bottoms out as much as he can, you’re gushing and clenching him, taking shaky little breaths that come out in pants. “Need me to use you like a toy, a cocksleeve huh? Fuck doll, that’s what you are.”

“Use me,” he moans as you whisper it.

“Lean forward.” You effortlessly obey, making him smirk, as he puts the flats of his feet on the mattress and slams up, grabbing your ass and using you. “Listening finally.”

“Fuck off…” He chuckles, but you’re both whimpering when he moves. “Oh… Sukuna…”

God when you say his name he loses it.

“That’s it, lemme use you till I cum,” he’s groaning out, while you cling to his neck, kissing your lips brutal just like his grip on your ass, bruising and leaving fingerprints while his cock wrecks your sore cunt. “Can’t help yourself, so cock thirsty, huh?”

“Sh-shut up - ah!” Sukuna slams his cock deep, you whimper at the pain and pleasure of nine inches splitting you open, burying your face against his neck as he just grins psychotically.

That’s when the door knocks.

“Shit…” You curse, panicking, but he drags you back down, your eyes narrow at  him. “Let go, what if it’s-”

“Ryo…”

It’s your mom.

“Shit, shit, shit…” He’s grumbling now, shoving up one more time, smirking at your fucked out face. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“I’m kinda tired…” He manages not to groan, still fucking into your cunt, hole gripping him so tightly it’s already milking him for his cum, pumping hot and throbbing, while white streaks are already slipping down.

“Just a minute, I needed to ask a favor.”

“Fuck… I gotta hide you, slutty brat. What will mom say?” You laugh breathlessly, easing weakly off him, cunt throbbing. Sukuna catches sight of it all slippery and messy, falling down his length, he softly moans.

“Ryo?”

“Just a second,” he throws you down, lapping a messy stripe up your slit, you slam a hand on your mouth, sensitive and writhing. “Fuck, taste us together…”

“Sukuna!” You’re whispering and crying out as he devours you.

“Huh?” You hear her voice and slam your mouth shut.

“Mnh, nothing… hold on…” He slurps more of his cum up, leaning over you now and spitting it in a mouth he doesn’t even have to ask to open, he just grips your jaw and you do it. “Good girl.”

“Better not call her that,” you whisper with a glare, he chuckles and kisses you messy. “I’ll hide in the bathroom, if I hear you two fuck…”

“You think I would?” He raises a brow, making you flush. “Think I’d kiss her with your cum all over my mouth? Filthy brat.”

“I didn’t think that!?” You shove at him, grabbing your clothes and purse just in case, even your shoes, running to the bathroom as he smirks at you, throwing on some pants quickly. “Put on a shirt, whore.”

He snorts and grabs one, as you hide in the bathroom, heart racing at the panic of being caught, hearing your bitch mom’s voice at the door.

Just how were you getting out of this?

hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story fully to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3