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sukuna’s eyes flick lazily to you, tucked in the corner. you’re chatting it up with one of your friends, wearing those little wire-rimmed glasses that make you look harmless, a sweatshirt pulled snug over your frame like you're hiding yourself from the party. you don’t belong here. and that’s exactly why the dare piques his interest.

“i could pull anyone,” sukuna scoffs, grinning slow, sharp, and smug. “but, sure. why not?” he doesn’t even think twice about it. it’s just a game. always has been. he strides over to you like he owns the room, all confidence and heat, sliding himself into your conversation without hesitation. that cocky smile is burned into your memory by the time the night is over.

fratboy!sukuna who wasn’t expecting you to be so fucking pretty up close. when you finally tilt your head up to look at him, his world stutters for half a second. you’re biting your lip nervously, adjusting your glasses, and your voice is sweeter than he expected when you mutter, “do you... uh, need something?” pretty. soft. so completely opposite everything he’s ever gone for before. something about it makes his chest tighten in a way he doesn’t like or understand, but still, sukuna pushes deeper— complimenting your smile, teasing you subtly until you flush, and offering to walk you out when the party dies down. you let him, much to his surprise.

but at first? it’s just harmless fun. he wasn’t expecting to fuck you right away— thought you’d be one of those ‘pure’ types, the ones that get all flustered if someone stares too long at their lips. but you surprise him almost immediately. when he leans in closer and murmurs, “you seem tense, sweetheart. never had a guy flirt with you before?” you blink up at him, smirk tugging at the corners of your lips, and say, “not like you.” it’s enough to make his cock twitch in his jeans before you excuse yourself with a cute little “goodnight,” leaving sukuna more frustrated than he’s been in a loooong time.

fratboy!sukuna who starts bumping into you more often after that night. in class. at the library. in the quad. it shouldn’t mean anything, but everytime he runs into you, there you are— dressed modestly but with this soft, natural kind of beauty that drives him insane. your hair always smells sweet, and when you look up from your books and push your glasses up the bridge of your nose, it fucking wrecks him. he turns it into a game; teasing you relentlessly, taking the empty seat next to you in lectures just to mutter filthy things under his breath that make your cheeks heat up, watching out of the corner of his eye as your thighs subtly clench. sukuna can tell you don’t play games like this, and that’s why it’s so fun for him.

fratboy!sukuna who decides to make a move during yet another party. you don’t go often, but this time sukuna had a hand in convincing you to show up. tossing careless words your way all week, like, “i don’t get why you hide all the time. bet they’ve never seen you in a dress,” followed by a wink. to his surprise, you actually show up— looking fucking gorgeous, no less. your usual baggy sweatshirt gone in favor of a tight little dress that hugs your curves. he wasn’t supposed to react to this, wasn’t supposed to notice how good you look, but fuck, now his mouth is dry, and he wants you bad.

it starts with small talk, heated glances, subtle touches— his fingers brushing the back of your thigh when no one’s watching, the deep rasp in his voice when he leans in close and murmurs, “you’re gonna ruin me tonight.” you giggle nervously, but he sees the way your eyes light up. like you can’t decide if you want to slap him or kiss him.

fratboy!sukuna who ends up with you pinned against the wall of his room an hour later, tearing that tight little dress straight off your body. the whole night had led to this— him pushing boundaries, you not stopping him— and now, sukuna admits, you’re better than any fuck he’s imagined. he’s fucking obsessed already. you’re shaking, clinging to his shoulders, your soft moans muffled against his neck as he whispers filthy shit into your ear, voice dipping low like gravel. “knew you’d be fucking sweet, baby. that tight little pussy just begging for me to ruin it.” he lifts you easily, shameless about the way he palms your ass roughly, swirling his thick cock around your entrance before thrusting in completely.

you cry out as he stretches you, and sukuna loses his mind with how tight and wet you feel. he rams into you relentlessly, sweat dripping from his forehead as he fists the back of your hair, tilting your head to force you to look at him. “see that, sweetheart? look at yourself. cockdrunk already, yeah? can’t take your eyes off me, huh?” his grin spreads wider as the tears stream down your cheeks, overwhelmed sobs escaping your lips as your body trembles with every brutal thrust. he knows it’s nasty. he knows he’s going too far, sucking marks into your neck, positioning you how he wants, legs thrown high over his shoulders so he can jackhammer into you, then face down on the mattress so he can admire the pretty way you arch your back for him.

fratboy!sukuna who falls harder than he ever thought he could. it’s not just about fucking anymore— the way you unravel under his touch, the soft, nervous laugh you make when he teases you about being a little nerd, the way you whisper “missed you” everytime he leave— it leaves an ache in his chest, one that spreads further every time he sees you. he wasn’t supposed to like you. you were a fucking dare. but now, you giggle and ramble about some book you love after he’s fucked you raw, completely naked in his lap as you tuck your face under his chin, and sukuna realizes he doesn’t want anyone else in the room except you.

fratboy!sukuna who’s falling, and you notice. you see the change in how he touches you— his hands lingering longer on the curve of your back, the soft way he tucks your hair behind your ear. it terrifies you because for as much as he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the room, you know what he is. you know every girl he’s fucked, every name he’s probably forgotten. men like sukuna don’t fall. they don’t change. he can’t love you— not someone like him.

but then he fucks up. after sneaking you out of his room following another sleepover, one of his frat brothers makes a comment when you pass. “finally bagged her, huh, sukuna?” his friend grins, smug as ever, not noticing the storm brewing in sukuna’s sharp glare. “always knew you’d win the da—” the word doesn’t finish before sukuna slams him against the wall, snarling something about shutting the fuck up and staying in his lane. you freeze. the dare. you weren’t stupid— you put it all together as all the pieces fell into place, and the betrayal sinks deep into your chest.

“what dare?” you ask quietly when sukuna catches up to you afterward, his favorite cocky mask faltering. “tell me, sukuna. was i just some bet to you?”

and the thing is— he wants to deny it. to explain that he didn’t think you’d matter to him, to admit you were supposed to be nothing... but then somehow became everything. but he can’t form the words, and you’re already pulling away.

fratboy!sukuna who doesn’t know how to fix it. he doesn’t know how to look you in the eyes and admit, i fucked up. i fucked up, but i’m in love with you. and now you're gone, just like that, leaving him empty in a way he’s never felt before. of all the shit he’s landed himself in, none of it compares to the ache of knowing he lost you, the one girl he never intended to care about in the first place. you were supposed to be a game. why does it feel like his whole world just shattered?

fratboy!sukuna who hates himself, realizing too late that he never gave a fuck about the dare— that the first time you smiled at him, he was already yours. but now? now he’s sitting alone on that same couch with his cock in his hand, scrolling through blurry photos of you, drunk and desperate because no matter who he tries to touch now, nothing feels like you. maybe he fucking deserves it…

You sniffle and nod, just a beautiful, ruined, tear streaked mess, your lips are so swollen and bruised when you pull back and he lets you get a breath, just to suck him down obediently, letting him choke you with his length. Your pretty, lidded eyes are all glassy, that saliva slipping down your chin.

You’ve never even looked more beautiful, never been more his than on your knees, swallowing every fucking drop he pumps inside your throat, greedy and eager to please, your nails pressing hard into his thighs, digging in and making him suck in a breath, cock throbbing now.

“F-fuck… that’s it, greedy lil girl aren’t you?” You pull back with a messy pop, tongue lapping the undervein that wraps his thick cock. “You’re slutty for me… Love my cock ruining your throat?”

“I do,” your voice is weak and shaky, shifting on your thighs.

“Touch that pretty lil cunt while you take me, while you swallow me,” you reach down and blush, he laughs softly, cupping your face. “I want you to cum, wanna feel you scream around my cock, can you baby? Be good f’me?”

You nod quickly. “Y-yes, Kuna. Wanna be good for you.”

You swallow him so good, you drink every bit down, opening your mouth for his spit to join it, taking his greedy fucking kisses.

Once Sukuna has you in your bed all tucked in and tugged against him, he can’t help but let his mind race, to observe your pretty face quietly.

He can’t help but wonder just what was going on in your head.

“What is it, Kuna?” You murmur, voice all rough from where he’d fucked your throat.

“Just wondering if I should go ahead and fuck your ass,” you gasp and he smirks. “I can’t have him getting any hole first.”

“You’re toxic!” You shove him playfully but he cups your face, looking right into your eyes, making you pause, your lips parted. “Kuna?”

“I won’t let you fucking go,” his voice is harsher than he means, his grip on your face is too tight, you’re trembling. “You’re mine, all mine, fuckin’ need you, okay?”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving you at all,” you lean up, frowning now, kissing his lips softly. “I need you.”

“Do you need me, baby?” He whispers, you nod quickly, eyes slipping tears. “If you fuck that dumb white haired shit, would you tell him I hit it better?”

“Kuna!”

“Tell him he can’t make you cum, too,” you snort and roll your eyes.

“You’re insane.”

“Don’t fuck him till he stops bringing those sluts near you,” you nod and snuggle against him. “I’m serious.”

“You assume I’ll fuck Gojo.”

“It’s obvious he’ll beg enough, but I want you to remember who split you open on their cock first,” he whispers, watching your eyes go dazed. “Yeah?”

“Yes, Kuna.”

He knows you’ll let him in, but Sukuna sure the fuck was gonna make sure that dumb fuck didn’t hurt you, and that he was in control. He can’t not have you – all of you – and if he has to share, Gojo needs to learn that you’re his first.

****

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

Satoru can’t stand the fact that you look so goddamn happy when you go off in the morning to box with Sukuna, how you get all peppy and do your hair, getting ready to go meet him. You’re making breakfast when he gets up the next morning and walks over by you, remembering the taste of your cunt on his goddamn lips – the way he desperately licked your thighs.

You were ruining him just existing, and now you couldn’t be his – just his – if that really was what he wanted. Was it?

Did he want to pump you full of his cum, have his babies, all those Gojo heirs his parents had pushed on him but instead of the perfect kids, they’d help take down shit parents like yours and his. The mix of your sweetness and Satoru's ruthless nature, kids of his own he could raise and try not to fuck up anywhere close to what your parents and his had done.

What a fucking insane dream, before he knew it your hips would widen – those hips that just beg for his hands, breedable ones he can’t stop imagining, he’d seen your pretty cunt, your tits, but imagine you folded in half? He’s sure it’s how Sukuna had you, part of him wants to see it – this sadistic goddamn part of him that he can’t explain away with any reason.

Satoru Gojo wishes he never pushed you away, he wishes he gave whatever the fuck this is some chance rather than shoving you into Sukuna’s arms, willing to get little crumbs and pieces of you at best. You shouldn’t even have let him taste you, shouldn’t have let him near you – yet you did.

Sukuna did.

What was his motivation, some fucking control, some way to torture Satoru? Did he think Satoru wouldn’t try to make you his if he got the chance to, that he wouldn’t sink to his knees if you just commanded him to? For as sweet and precious as you are, you have Sukuna Ryomen ready to do anything for you – including beating your parents and letting Satoru himself touch you.

He sees why, when it would merely take a few words and he’d do anything you asked, too, your tentative smile all shy and sweet like you weren’t wrecking his mind, like you didn’t have his dick utterly broken. He can’t even think of another woman without disgust now, and it’s all your fault.

“Good morning,” you say softly, tentative as if you’re not sure when or if he’ll snap, say something mean as fuck to you.

Of course you think he would.

“Yeah,” he can’t even say good morning to you, not when he heard slurping noises coming from your room last night, gagging and choking, and your lips are fucking swollen today. He walks behind you, making you tremble just a bit, an arm on either side of the counter. “Where’s your lover?”

“He’s at the gym,” you barely manage to speak, clearing your throat. “Where’s Jennifer? Chloe?”

“Fuck if I care or know,” you turn to him now, a little bit of batter on the corner of your lip, he swipes at it, pressing it between yours and watching as his thumb parts those lips. “Suck.”

You bite him.

“Fuck,” he laughs then as you glare, teeth indentations in his skin. “Guess that only works for Sukuna.”

“He always gives me a choice,” you blush furiously now. “Also… he only just let me do that.”

“Haven’t you two been fucking?”

“Yes,” you turn again, stirring the batter quickly, feeling his breath against your neck. “My lip was busted and he was worried. But also I never have… so… my only experience was watching you.”

Satoru pauses.

“Watching me?”

“Well not spying but I saw Chloe on her knees when you didn’t shut the door all the way, and that random girl you brought… they both did,” you clear your throat, Satoru’s heart sinks. “I um… wanted to try something that made him feel good like that I guess.”

“Ah,” how does he respond? When the pain is written on your face as he steps to the side and looks at you, when your lip is trembling. “You were curious, hmm?”

“How to please you at first? Yes,” you start pouring the batter into the muffin tins, clearing your throat. “I thought very foolishly that you’d eventually want me that first month, that you’d just let me try and I’d be able to make you like it.”

He can’t speak again.

“It was stupid,” you sigh and lean over to set the timer, placing the pan in the oven and letting it whir. “I was stupid then, so fucking stupid.”

“You weren’t –”

“On that you were correct,” you shut the door and look at him, the oven rushing warmth and making your cheeks flush. “That I was so pathetic I’d have dropped to my knees for you.”

Satoru Gojo hates himself.

*****

𝖄𝖔𝖚

He says nothing as you start heating up butter for the eggs in the pretty diamond coated pan – Satoru was nothing if not great for the finest items in the kitchen, the finest of everything. He studies you in a way that makes his blue eyes feel like a physical touch, making you remember his desperation last night, making you remember so much about it.

You’re utterly confused.

“It wasn’t pathetic,” you scoff then, looking at him in shock, he curses and shuts his eyes, hand rushing through his white locks. “Wanting to please your husband was what you were raised for, and it was all you really knew.”

“You think that was all of it?” You hardly hold your emotions back, but he looks at you in this way that destroys your soul. “You think I didn’t have feelings long before we got married?”

“How could you? You didn’t know me.”

“I knew of you, I saw you – so sweet I thought,” you laugh without humor, stirring the eggs up and trying to keep your composure. “I always thought you’d rescue me from them, that you’d show me love, that I could give you your heirs. And make you so happy you wouldn’t regret me.”

He’s quiet.

You’re quiet, but he studies you carefully, with aching reverence as you busy yourself more. “I was stupid.”

Satoru shuts his eyes, before he tugs you to him, cupping your face and trying to ruin you, his eyes glittering with emotion. “You weren’t stupid, you just didn’t know what a disappointment I would become.”

You can’t speak, you can’t say anything, heart hammering in your chest as he leans low, pressing a kiss on your brow that has no right being comforting, sighing and then stepping back, his hands shaking.

“You shouldn’t do that…” He laughs, a bitter, hollow sound, hands finally falling from your face.

“I could suck you off my fingers but not kiss your forehead?”

“It hurts more,” you admit, shutting your eyes, he sighs quietly.

“You’re going to train?”

“I am,” you murmur softly, looking back at him finally. “You’re going to work?”

“Yeah…”

Satoru walks away without another word.

*****

You bring the muffins and breakfast in a little warmer for Yuuji and Sukuna. The gym has started to feel like a little sanctuary, especially with the lingering confusion of Satoru Gojo. Sukuna is punching the bag and Yuuji is stretching, looking like a young carbon copy of his uncle, waving at you all bright and chipper as Sukuna just smirks at you.

“Good morning!” You smile and walk over, holding up the little lunchboxes now. “Ooh, for me?”

“Mhm! I made plenty too,” you look at Sukuna and grin. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” the way he says it makes your core tighten, he knows what he does with his words, when the three of you go over and sit, eating in Sukuna’s little office. “Fuck, you cook this good?”

“I love to bake,” Yuuji is on his third muffin, moaning.

“I love you. I mean!?”

“I’ll kick you through a wall, brat,” Sukuna glares and Yuuji looks frightened, you’re just giggling, handing him a little thermos.

“I made coffee too.”

“Oh it’s so sweet!” He’s happily sipping, before looking at you carefully, something feels so perfect about sitting here with both of them, even if you’re constantly being pulled in another direction.

Is this what it feels like to be split in half?

“Are you still hurt?” Yuuji breaks your heart, you shake your head and touch his shoulder.

“I’m okay, I promise!” He sighs and then peers over at Sukuna, clearing his throat.

“I’m going to clean up a bit, I have a class to get to.”

“Go ahead kid.”

“Thanks again,” he smacks a little kiss on your head, making you smile with affection, Sukuna carefully studying you, his expression unreadable as he leans back in his seat, raising a brow.

“Kuna? What is it? You’re quiet.”

“Did he eat these fucking muffins?” You snort in laughter, shaking your head and walking over, sitting on his thigh and letting him roughly tug you against him on his lap. “I’m serious.”

“No muffins for him, silly man,” Sukuna shoves one at you. “Not a single one actually.”

“You need to eat, I don’t like that you lost weight when you’re needing to gain muscle and train,” you flush at just how much he cares, snuggling closer and taking the muffin in your hand, biting it. “You haven’t been eating for shit.”

“It’s because I’m a little stressed,” his lips quirk up, his hand brushing against your thigh, making you wince. “Ah…”

“And stiff. Do I need to come over and massage you tomorrow night?”

“You could,” he sighs, swiping a little blueberry off your lips, humming to himself. “Are you doing a match tonight?”

“Yeah but if you need me…”

“Gojo isn’t going to bother me.”

“Mhm.” He’s glaring as you take another bite. “He doesn’t give a fuck if you eat or not, and I have to worry because you’re not living with me.”

You blink at that, his big arm wrapped tightly around you, you thoughtfully chew the muffin, his eyes unreadable. “Would you want me to live with you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You blush now, he chuckles a bit. “Don’t blush when I say I’ll fuck your ass, but you blush about that?”

“Hush!” He’s breaking out in a laugh that pisses you off, you shove off him and he tugs you back, kissing you mean and brutal, the way that steals your breath.

“Thanks for breakfast, brat,” he murmurs softly. “I’ll be over to give you that massage tomorrow night. Yeah?”

You bite down on your lower lip, nodding. “Yeah.”

****

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

He supposes now is his payback for the two months he’s spent fucking girls in your house and having you listen – to have Sukuna come over as if this goddamn place is his too, and look at your pretty face brighten up. Your eyes are all dazed like he’s got you hypnotized, your giggles louder once he’s apparently ‘massaging your sore muscles’.

Sure, that absolutely sounds like you’re getting ‘massaged’ – the squelching of your loud little cunt, the soft whines and sounds of skin smacking, to the point he’s dripping precum from his tip. He rushes over and opens the door, scowling at the both of you, before pausing, the sight of you like that ruining him.

“Do you all have to be so fucking loud?”

It sounds ludicrous to his own ears as he stands there, Sukuna’s got you bent over, cock buried deep, your tits are slipped out of that sweater, the big loose one he has tugged down, when your eyes lock with his. He hates that his cock is aching, hates another man’s hands on what’s all his, the way you look up at him somehow innocent and sweet even while you’re actively getting split open.

Sukuna pauses his strokes, pulling you up on your knees, taunting Satoru with the image when he slowly pulls that sweater up and off you. He can see the bulge of his cock in your tummy, something he wanted for himself, something he was dying to have when he took you the first time.

Now, who knows how many times you’ve been fucked by Sukuna?

You look back at Sukuna for just a moment, your expression entirely unreadable, he wraps a huge tattooed arm around your body, kissing you possessive, before he eyes Satoru. His brows lower and his smirk shows, slamming up into you again, your tits bounce with the movement, further making Satoru ache.

“Gonna stand there and watch?” He says then, Satoru scoffs, looking away now. “Didn’t you make her watch?”

“Yeah,” he supposes he put you through this too, but the difference was your goddamn eyes, and the way you roll your hips now just so. “I did.”

“Bet you’re gonna jerk it to this, huh?” Sukuna makes Satoru wanna kill him, cut his arms off that are wrapping yours. “Jerk it to her all the time don’t you?”

“Tch, can you two just…”

“Come on then,” Sukuna brushes a hand down your back, pushing you on all fours. “You don’t deserve it though.”

“Deserve…” He sees your hands clutching the blanket, your lips parted, he walks over tentatively, Sukuna’s eased his movements, far too familiar with your body already. Satoru stands in front of you and your hand slips up his cock over his pants, making him suck in a breath. “You’re this slutty already?”

“Only I call her that,” Sukuna murmurs, Satoru quickly tilts your chin back up, staring at the girl he knows he fucked up with, knowing he doesn’t deserve a touch from you.

“What do you want?” He asks for the first time ever, you pause and blink just a bit, sighing as Sukuna slowly fills you up.

“I don’t know,” you admit softly. “Just to… forget. To… not think.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out ever so softly, undoing his belt, his cock is dripping pre right on your blanket. You whine out, this sound he can’t get out of his fucking mind, a hand brushing your hair back and holding it. “I don’t want to think either.”

“Say please, because she’s doing you a favor,” Satoru scowls right at the giant pink haired man in his wife, but then falters as he sees your eyes.

“Please, suck me… if you want - ah,” your tongue laps at his tip, his grip tightens hard in your hair, as your mouth wraps him, and fuck he could almost bust from just that. He’s whimpering from one little suck and a kitten flick of your tongue, as you’re forced to take him deeper, Sukuna’s thrusts jolting your body. “Fuck… feels s’good I just…”

“Should thank me, I taught her,” Satoru wants to kill Sukuna, but he also wants to fuck your throat until it’s stretched out, till it burns and you think of him, he wants to look into your pretty eyes and imagine you’re only his, that he didn’t ruin it all. Instead, he’ll take anything from you, anything at all. “Praise her, don’t just fuckin’ stand there, she deserves it.”

You moan around his length, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers dig into your hips, pressing in the flesh there, and then you look up at him all cross eyes, his pink tip against your uvula. “You’re doing such a good job.”

You suck him deeper and whine around him, he wishes you didn’t know how, that he was the one to show it to you, but he fucking knows that’s insanity. He knows he had the chance and actively shoved you off, turned you down every moment you tried, and that he doesn’t in any way deserve to have you choking on him, your soft little moan echoing in his ears as his own mixes with your sweet sounds.

Even sucking cock and getting fucked you somehow are sweet, cute, the way your nails press into his thighs and your lashes flutter – how is someone this pretty mid blow job? Satoru has shared women with his best friend, he’s not new to it, but he’s never been fucking furious that another man existed, that he was getting to feel your surely pretty cunt wrap him.

Satoru is so lost in your eyes he hardly notices the giant man he hates easing into your cunt, he doesn’t fuck you hard, it seems more intimate than that, the way his hand slips down the curve of your spine. Your moan around Satoru’s length, eyes damn near unreadable when he brushes your hair back, going to pull it and then stopping himself.

“Do you want me to pull your hair?” You pause and pull back, saliva dripping down your lips in a thick string, connected to his tip, Sukuna’s hands tighten their grip on your hips visibly dimpling your flesh.

“You can, I like it,” he wishes you didn’t know that you did, but he’s too needy and aching too much to say anything.

Does he have a right to wish that?

He’s had how many girls suck his cock since you all ‘got married’?

At least three women, so what if you got with Sukuna, he gets it. Deep down he doesn’t even fucking resent you for it, he deserves much worse for all the terrible things he put you through – but there’s another part of him that’s feral, that’s tugging your hair and fucking into your throat, wanting it to have his shape.

He wants you to know him, have his cum pouring inside you, but for the moment he’s sucking in a breath, fucking into your tight little throat now, tugging your hair back.

“Fuck you’re doing s’good,” you whine out, he takes one of your hands, sucking your little fingers in his mouth, shoving his cock deeper and feeling you drool. “So good. fuck…”

“She is,” Sukuna murmurs roughly, fucking into your cunt with the loudest noises. “That praise has you soaked, brat, is he finally doin’ something right?”

“Fuck off, Sukuna.” Satoru moans out though, you’re taking him fully, to where your nose is flush in his white nestle of hair, choking on him so your throat constricts. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”

“Mmm,” you let him fuck your throat now, clinging to his wrists, letting him rock his cock faster, the sounds filthy, along with the slams of your cunt from Sukuna. You’re swallowing around him, ass arching back for more.

“Gonna cum around my cock, milk me?” Your little hum is your answer, but when your eyes lock with Satoru’s?

Satoru can’t handle the way that look fucking ruins him – how he’d do anything to keep it in his brain forever, that look of devotion he wasted mixed with this look of fucked out pleasure. He doesn’t think anything will ever hit him like your eyes, his cock twitching inside your throat in response.

“Go ahead and cum,” Satoru whispers, brushing your cheek with a finger as he pulls back and eases his cock back in your throat. “Let me see you.”

****

𝖄𝖔𝖚

You shatter with one more stroke of Sukuna’s cock in your snug, messy cunt, Satoru’s eerie blue eyes looking down at you with something akin to reverence, something you wonder must be your imagination. Yet his eyes, his cock choking you out mixed with Sukuna’s thick cock wrecking your hole sends you over the edge, you feel Sukuna grip your hips, Satoru cupping your face.

A girl who just a week ago was a virgin now has two nine inch cocks inside her – Sukuna’s buried to the hilt, a thumb pressed in your other hole, Satoru Gojo with his pretty pink tip buried in the back of your throat. You’re moaning around it when Sukuna angles his hips and has your cunt gushing, squirting down his thick, veiny length and dripping down his heavy balls, full of cum.

Pleasure has you dizzy, almost falling if Satoru and Sukuna didn’t hold you up, your hands clinging to Satoru’s dress shirt, trembling and quivering around Sukuna as your orgasm ruins you. Have you ever cum this hard before, you can’t say you have, there was nothing like having blue eyes on your face, and red eyes boring holes into your skin.

“Look how much you came, messy, slutty girl,” Sukuna cooes like a sweet name, for Sukuna he did mean it that way, scooping up some of that slick now, leaning forward to press his cock impossibly deep. “Squirting for us again.”

Satoru exhales, pulling back and twitching hot and heavy against your mouth, his voice breathy. “So p-pretty when you cum.”

Your tummy clenches, already weak from the pleasure Sukuna has brought you, with the added insanity of the man who ‘hates you’ and ‘doesn’t want you’ whimpering as you suck him. Satoru eases back now, tip glossing your lips with his salty pre, your tongue laps it up eagerly, feeling Sukuna’s own spurting light little trails against your puffy cervix.

“Where do you want this,” he asks softly. “I’m close.”

“She’s that good,” you look back at Sukuna, biting your lip, his red eyes are dark, his thrust possessive, as if to remind you that you’re his. You push back on him, earning his eyes rolling back. “Fuck, backing it up on me? Learn so well…”

Satoru tilts your chin back to look at him, cock twitching and leaking white trails of his seed down in rivulets. “You pick where, I’ll cum in my hand if you want, or anywhere on your body.”

“My mouth,” he shuts his eyes and exhales, Sukuna chuckles just a bit, pressing that thumb in your other hole deeper, making you suck in a breath. “Mnh! W-want you both to finish inside.”

“That’s my pretty little brat,” Sukuna leans over you, tilting your chin to kiss you all messy, tugging at your hair, before murmuring in your ear. “I’ll fill you up, fuck all that cum back inside, all you want.”

“Please,” you’re trembling now, lost in how good you feel – you can’t think about anything else, just how good he feels, Satoru’s stroking his cock and you can’t help but bite your lip then. How would he feel inside you?

Should you feel terrible wondering?

“Swallow all of it, like a good girl,” Satoru’s words fuck you up, Sukuna surely feels you clenching around him, pushing him to get closer with every quiver. “Fuck I mean… Please?”

“Mhm,” you open your mouth and he spits right in it first, the action filthy, his eyes damn near going cross as he slips his cock back inside, and Sukuna drags your ass back to slam your cervix. “Mnph!”

“Takin’ both of us so well,” Sukuna’s praise is rough, it’s sensual, the way he controls your body, while Satoru’s strokes are easier, tentative.

“So well,” Satoru agrees softly – praise, from him? You never thought you’d see that, have that, it almost feels like there is no reality where it exists. “Can you swallow all of me?”

He pulls back again, letting you speak. “Mmhmm.”

Satoru’s cock is back dragging heavy on your tongue, the soft tip gliding against the roof of your mouth as Sukuna twitches inside you, you’re moaning and making Satoru more sensitive, eyes rolling back when Sukuna slams against your cervix so hard it hurts. You cum again, sending Sukuna and Satoru right with you, one flooding your throat, the other your messy cunt.

You’re so full of them you can hardly think, swallowing somehow sweet cum, as so much floods your hole, Sukuna’s other finger easing out of your ass with a pop, his cock gliding in and out and pushing into your cunt. “Fuck… takin’ it like that, such a good girl…”

“F-fuck…” Satoru’s stuttering, his hips bucking as you drain him, glides his cock right down your snug throat and feels it contracting, you suck every drop down eagerly. When he pulls back he exhales, kneeling and kissing your lips.

Satoru’s kissing you.

Sukuna eases out with a wet, messy pop, gliding two fingers in the creamy mess he made and pulling you back, slipping his own release in your mouth. You suck them eagerly while Satoru kisses down your neck, exhaling and whispering your name in your ear, Sukuna does the same while you suck his fingers, glossy against those rough, calloused knuckles.

Your eyes meet Satoru’s carefully, still trembling and kneeling, his hands glide across your breasts almost worshipful with his movements, thumbs brushing against your nipples. You feel split into two pieces then – no you haven’t forgotten what he’s done, you don’t pretend to know who he is, but for a moment you see it – what could have been, what you could have felt.

It hurts more knowing there was something there.

Sukuna’s fingers leave your lips, now you have both men in your mouth, on your tastebuds – overwhelming you. You swallow nervously as Satoru kisses across your collarbones, one of your hands tentatively brushes his hair back, the other reaching back for Sukuna’s sure grip, feeling it wrap around your wrist.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she,” Sukuna says lovingly, even as he’s gruff, kissing across the back of your shoulders where you’re slick with sweat. “Too good for you.”

“She’s too good for you,” Satoru says, Sukuna raises a brow then smirks.

“Yeah, she is.” You go to protest when he nips your shoulder, your thighs and arms are trembling, his lips on your ear. “You’re all mine, even if I let you have him too. Mine, just mine, had you first, didn’t I? Came inside, I’ll fucking keep cummin’ inside you too.”

“Sukuna…” You trail off softly, sometimes his ruby eyes are insane, like right now, his huge hand cupping your face.

“You don’t get to fuck those other girls then come here and use her,” Satoru scoffs at that. “I’m serious, I won’t have her getting something off your slutty secretary.”

“I use condoms,” he admits quietly, looking at you now. “You certainly don’t – slutty don’t ya think?”

Why does the way he says that fucking ruin you?

“Why would I use a condom when I can cum inside her?” Sukuna chuckles, the two men silently scowling at each other. “Besides, it’s only her I’m with.”

Only you.

It screams the truth – that Satoru was up until the other day still actively fucking other women, and now you are with Sukuna, but Sukuna just gave you the opportunity to suck Satoru, he shared you even though he’d not have anyone. It means a lot to a girl who’s wracked with insecurities, leaving you to look at Satoru curiously.

“I’ll give you a moment, but just one.” He smacks your ass and grips either side, nuzzling your neck. “If you want one.”

You nod shyly, turning to kiss him, tasting his cum right off his mouth, easing to kneel and feeling how sore you are. “Yes if you’re okay with it, Kuna.”

“Yeah well, let’s see if his dumb ass stops inviting messy sluts over,” you expect Satoru to lose his shit about that statement – but instead his gaze is fixed on you, and you can’t read those goddamn eyes.

Who even is your husband?

Sukuna walks around blatantly naked when he shuts the door, Satoru helps you up, heat rises in your cheeks when his eyes see the creamy mess of your pussy, you see his cock is already hard again, twitching with his tip so pink it’s almost red. Satoru sits on the bed then, hand brushing across your face, eyes completely unreadable when they study you.

“You can still be with who you want,” you whisper softly, sighing now.

“Who I want, hah,” he laughs without humor, confusing you more than ever. “You think I want them?”

“Well, yes? Sukuna just gets…”

“Psychotic and possessive?”

“Yeah,” you blush even more now. “It makes me feel really special. I guess that wouldn’t make sense to you.”

“No it…” He sighs and looks back down, hand slipping across your tummy, it trembles underneath his touch, the sticky mess coating your inner thighs. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“I feel fucked for wanting it,” you admit, blinking rapidly as he studies you, tilting his head. “It doesn’t change what’s happened, or everything you did. I want Sukuna, and… I want…”

“Me?” He finishes softly. You look away again as his fingers brush the sticky mess of your cunt. “Hah, another man’s cum inside my wife.”

“Temporary wife,” you correct softly, before you cry out, his fingers grazing your clit, making your eyes jump up. “Remember?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, finding your clit with ease and rubbing, spreading Sukuna’s cum so that it’s sticky, staring right into your eyes as he runs circles, your own eyes flutter shut. “Look at me.”

“Why?” He uses his free hand to tilt your chin up.

“I wanna see if it’s different when you cum for me,” he whispers, earning your look of shock.

“Why would you care, wasn’t it just fun?”

“Fun,” he laughs without humor, slipping two fingers in your sore cunt now, you suck in a breath at the sensation, as Satoru peers down at the mess you’re making, white and gossamer just gushing down. “Fuck you’re so tight… pretty, beat up cunt, look at you, shit…”

He’s shoving them deeper, tugging at your hair now, rocking them up and down. “Gojo…”

“Satoru, fuck please,” he’s desperate now, lips parted, hovering over you and pressing your back into the bed. “Got me so pathetic I’m fingering Sukuna’s cum inside you, at least call me Satoru.”

You swallow, unable to speak or think, it was one thing to suck him – another for him to rock his fingers inside, looking at you with insane, desperate eyes. You swallow nervously, Sukuna had let you have Satoru but what does this mean? You easily fuck Sukuna alone, and Satoru is your husband, but it feels so different with him, when he kisses your lips.

“Bet you'd feel so perfect wrapped around me,” his voice is hoarse, toxic, laughing as his fingers rock up and down, faster and faster, making you dizzy, lashes fluttering. “Wish I could have broke it, fuck wish it was all me. Now look, your cunt is a mess, stretched out, ruining these sheets.”

Every word fucks you up more, his kisses bruising, teeth clicking it’s desperate, a hand tugging your hair.

“Can taste myself,” he hums, tongue swirling, hitting this spot that makes you hiss, clinging to him, pussy drooling. “I'd fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk. Fuck every thought out of your head till you're dumb. God the things I'd do to you.”

“Gojo you're so – ah!” His eyes go dark, feral grin on his face – the man that didn't want this now desperate, insane, obsessed, making your cunt squelch so loud it's obscene.

“Just lemme feel it grip me,” he sighs now. Cock leaking pre all over again. Moaning when you tense up, teeth sinking on your lip, his long fingers pressing against your cervix. “Cum for me, just once for me.”

He curves them deep again, you let out a moan that’s embarrassing how loud it is, fingers fucking you faster and faster, heel of his hand grinding right on your clit, watching you shatter for him. You’re twitching, squirting down his hand, he moans at the sight of it, studying you with dark eyes so unreadable, pulling those fingers out to run up your slit.

“You do look different,” he whispers, rubbing all that mess and shoving his fingers in your mouth like Sukuna did, you wrap your lips around them obediently, his own part at the sight. “Fuck…”

“Hmm? Mnh!” Satoru’s kissing you again, drinking your cries up, thumb pressing your clit in circles. “Sensitive!”

“God I could watch you cum all day,” he whispers, you shake your head, tears suddenly hitting your eyes when he looks at you, pausing. “So fucking pretty…”

“You’re so fucking confusing, Satoru Gojo…” He sighs, resting his forehead on yours, fingers entwining in your hair and tugging.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs and pulls back a bit when Sukuna walks back inside, crossing his arms in the doorway. “Lemme guess, my time is up with my wife?”

“Yep.”

“I’m not an object to give or receive,” you cut them off then, Sukuna smirks a bit at that.

“I like you standing up for yourself,” he comes over, tilting your chin up, thumb brushing across your jaw, studying your slick thighs and tensing a bit. “Did he at least make you cum, or is he shit at it?”

“He did,” you whisper, Sukuna hums and leans over you, cock already leaky and hard again, your hands grip his hair as you let him kiss you, he eyes Gojo over your head now.

“When will he beg for your forgiveness though?”

Satoru tenses as you pull back, looking down just a bit. “Kuna, I really want a shower. Can we take one?”

He cups your face and nods, picking you up and carrying you the way he does, leaving Satoru in the room. When he is running that water you hug his chest, letting his arms wrap around you tightly, the steam filling the bathroom. 

“Why are you letting him… letting me…”

“Listen,” he tilts your chin up, your head falling back to look at him. “You haven't done shit before me, and you had feelings long before I met you. I'd rather you figure this out with me here to protect you.”

“Kuna,” you're in tears now, he shushes you and guides you to the shower, where the hot water beats down on you both. “I'm fine if it's only us. I am.”

“I know,” he tilts his head, hands coming to wrap your waist. “You were in love with him, and I'm brand new.”

“I didn't know him then, it was like some fairy tale to keep myself alive,” he frowns at that, ruby eyes narrowing. “I'm falling in love with you and it's really fucking scary.”

He says nothing and you immediately feel anxious, taking shaky breaths as he studies you. “And I am with you, all of you – including that sado masochistic part that likes that white haired fuck.”

You giggle then, shaking your head. “Sukuna!”

“You're mine, I'm your first,” he whispers possessively, turning you around so your ass presses against his thighs, kissing down the side of your neck. “First in your mouth, in your perfect cunt, had you bleeding all down me huh?”

“Insane,” his words ruin you, the heavy spray of the water beating down, his hands cupping your tits which are sensitive with your ovulation. “You are my first.”

“Remember that when he's inside you,” you blush at the thought, he runs a thumb across your nipple and bites your neck. “Mmm, I'll only share if he gets his shit together though, I swear to god if those secretaries come over again I'll make them cry.”

You giggle at that, grinning over your shoulder. “I feel so at home in your arms.”

He pauses now, sighing. “Yeah?”

“That and the boxing ring, it's the only place I've felt at home ever,” your lips tremble now. “If he's inside me, I would never forget where I feel at home.”

“Fuck, you ruin me every day,” he groans and kisses you roughly, desperate, needy kisses, before pulling back and laughing. “He really fingered my cum out of you?”

“You're so sadistic!”

“Should get him a fancy cuck chair.”

“A what!?”

“You're cute,” you have no clue what on Earth he's on about, his hand possessive on your tummy. “Imagine the Gojo heir with pink hair.”

Sukuna is truly batshit crazy.

*****

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Satoru can’t stop picturing your mouth wrapped around his cock the next day, how could he have pushed it all away, let you fall in love with Sukuna all to ‘save you’ and ‘protect you’. Perhaps it was the best thing, to protect you and keep you away from himself, give you the choice to find love with someone who clearly is obsessed with you, who you moan for and look at with hearts in your eyes.

Yet how the fuck does he explain the look you gave him when you sucked him, when he fingered your lover’s cum right from that pretty cunt? The one he could have had first easily, but he was so set on making sure you had your choice – well you chose him until he made sure you ran off.

Perhaps Satoru didn’t account for how he’d feel, how when he looked down in your eyes and you whispered that you wanted babies he wanted to fucking give you them. He wanted to give you anything and everything just to forgive him and forget all the horrible fucking shit he did, the time he wasted on women not even close to your caliber.

 The clock ticks on the wall with the little sounds echoing loudly, his fingers tapping on the cherry wood of his desk, unable to focus on anything without you running through his mind. Perhaps before he tasted you, before he had your throat swallowing and gagging around him, before he cupped your face and saw the pain he inflicted…

Perhaps then he could act unaffected, act as if any of this was acceptable or normal to him in any way. Satoru couldn’t help but think to himself how terribly he fucking treated you, and he’s never even apologized – sure, that night he did, after taking you away from your parents, but couldn’t he have done more? Couldn’t he have done what Sukuna did?

All this talk of being different, was Satoru different from his shitty father and what he did to his mother? Or did he turn into the very fucking thing he hated?

His door knocks, drawing his attention away. “Come in.”

You are opening the door with a box, his heart hammers in his chest, lips parted as you pause at the door, clearing your throat. It was normal for you to ‘show up’ for the aesthetics of a wife, but you usually just brought something now from take out, that looks like one of the damn boxes you made that he fucking made you cry over, with that note.

How much can a man loathe himself? Satrou asks himself that as you hesitate and don’t walk in fully, a flush on your cheeks. “Is it okay if I…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out the words and stands, you shut the door behind yourself with a click and walk over to him, hands trembling when you hand him the little box. “You… made me something? Why the fuck would you?”

You flinch and he curses, shutting his eyes.

“As in I don’t deserve anything from you, not that I’m irritated,” you ease just a bit, it’s so clear the way you must remember the last time you came in, everything about you is tense and on edge, you’re fidgeting with your hands nervously, looking all pretty in your little dress today.

“I am bringing Sukuna one later,” you answer, earning his jaw setting.

“Oh so your husband and your lover?”

“Yes,” he sighs, shutting his eyes and setting it on the desk. “I felt like we… am I stupid to think that we had… a moment or something and… maybe it’s nothing…”

Satoru cups your face, his hands overtaking it, looking down at you with his lashes lowered, looking into your eyes, anxiety filled ones already glimmering with your emotions. “I can’t stop thinking about last night. Thinking of your mouth,” his thumb trails across it carefully, breath ghosting yours as he leans down. “Your slutty cunt and how she gripped my fingers.”

“Gojo…” You trail off now, chest rising and falling with your breaths, he’s pressing you against the desk now, his hands sliding down your neck, your shoulders, the sides of your breasts.

“Why do you still look at me like you could ever not hate me? Why not look at me like I fucking deserve?” You swallow and look down at his mouth, then flicker back up to his eyes.

“If we didn’t meet like an arranged couple, do you think you’d have hated me so very much?” You whisper softly, making him pause when his hands slip to your hips, gripping and tugging them close, your hands fall on his chest.

“I don’t hate you,” you shake your head now. “I don’t – I fucking hate myself.”

“You love yourself more than anyone I’ve ever seen,” your hands grip his dress shirt now, little shaky breaths escaping your lips. “Do you love to confuse me?”

“As if you don’t confuse the fuck out of me, think I ever thought I’d finger some man’s cum? That I’d damn near beg to eat it out of you?” Your eyes get dazed, your pupils dilated, but your jaw is set, even as he bars you against that desk, arm on either side of you.

“You, eat someone out? Laughable,” he snorts just a bit, blue gaze flickering across your face, your throat, your pretty tits barely visible in that neck line. “Do you hate me less because I made you cum?”

“I don’t fucking hate you –” you scoff and he slams his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss as the door opens, and you both hear a gasp.

“Satoru!” He glares at the door as Jennifer rushes in, coming right up to the two of you now. “What’s she doing here!?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He says now, at his wit’s goddamn end with this girl, at least Chloe fucked off when he sent her. “I’m kissing my wife.”

His wife.

You’re his wife, for now, until you left him for Sukuna – until you gave him babies and were happy, Satoru could only hope to worship you until then, to beg for any bit of you that you gave – the pieces that he doesn’t deserve. Your pretty eyes looking up at him in that way that ruins his soul, your taste on his lips.

“The wife that is with another man?” You blink and look at her when she comes right up to you, snatching you up. “You want him suddenly, huh?”

You flinch once more – Satoru knows that’s your response even after the way you’ve changed, Satoru snatches Jennifer’s wrist so quickly she almost falls, tugging her off you and seeing her trembling lips and fake ass tears. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

She pouts as you rub your wrist, curling into yourself and hurting his fucking soul.

How could he have hurt you like your parents did? Not physically, but didn’t he do his damage?

“Satoru, I’m just-”

“Get your shit and go home, you’re fired,” you blink a bit and look at him incredulously, as Jennifer gasps.

“You want the world to know that I slept with you, what she is doing!?”

He laughs softly, walking over as she tries to fucking cling to him, opening the door. “Say what the fuck you want, like I give a fuck. Get out.”

“Satoru please I-”

“Suguru?” He shouts for his partner in his office across the busy room, he stands up curiously, the whole of the floor staring at the scene happening. “Can you please help Ms. Jennifer with her things and give her a letter of recommendation?”

“You can’t be serious!” She hisses, Satoru rolls his damn eyes, Suguru immediately comes up and sees you curiously behind Satoru, curiously clearing his throat.

“Sure, Satoru,” he says, gently taking her arm and shutting the office door, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet, his head resting on the door for a moment.

“Did I ruin that for you?” He looks back, narrowing his eyes and seeing you trembling, hugging yourself just a bit. “I know you were with her-”

“I couldn’t care fucking less, she shouldn’t have barged in and put her damn hands on you,” he walks over and takes yours in his own, studying them quietly. “I should have done more with your fucking parents.”

“I don’t think so,” you whisper, looking where his hand joins yours.

“Sukuna beat your dad, the night he fucked your pretty little cunt first, didn’t he?” Your eyes dilate, his voice breaking in the middle with his desperation about to ruin him utterly. “That’s what you wanted.”

“It’s not! I asked him not to, he just…”

“Loves you?” You look down again, earning him tilting your chin up. “He is in love with you.”

“He hasn’t said that yet but he cares for me, yes, very much so,” you suck in a breath when he rests his head on yours, breaths mingling together in the quiet of his office, with the sunlight filtering in.

“You love him.”

“I’m falling in love, yes.”

“Could you ever not hate me?” He asks now, tears filling his own eyes, you bite your lower lip, eyes glittering with unshed tears. “I’m not asking you to not love him, not fuck him, I earned that shit, I know.”

His fingers slip your dress up, gripping the smoothness of your thighs, the tension making him fucking ache, cock throbbing and leaking pre, dying to bury himself inside you. “What are you asking then?”

“For a taste of you, a goddamn piece of you until you finally get to leave me,” he sinks to his knees and looks up at you with his hands slipping your panties down, watching your thighs shaking, that slick on the inner parts of it. “Any of you that you wanna give me, I know I don’t deserve it.”

“Y-you want to… but you don’t…” You’re bare to him, he’s looking right at you, inhaling that sweet scent, you jerk when his breath tickles your skin.

“Let me lick your pretty cunt,” he murmurs, he never thought he – Satoru Gojo – would be begging to eat pussy, with his arranged, cheating little wife of all people, but he can’t imagine not lapping you desperately. “Let me drown in you.”

“You want to drown in me?” Your thigh shakes when he puts it over his shoulder, the noise of his office drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears and the heart beat racing.

He sighs, lashes fluttering when he inhales you. “Let me, fuck just let me taste you, how pathetic do you need me?”

You lean back on his desk, arching your hips and making him moan out loud, parting your plump lips and watching wetness trickle out, hearing your little gasp when he touches you.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart,” he murmurs, nose bumping your clit when his mouth kisses on your cunt – Satoru’s never bothered to be down like this, never cared to put in that much work with a woman.

Until you.

He’s dying to have you shatter for him, just once before you go.

Your answer is to blush all cute like you’re not ruining two grown ass men, hand gripping his white locks, and a little nod.

If Satoru wasn’t already fucked mentally from you before, he was now.

****

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Satoru looks at you with those blue eyes, the ones you can’t figure out to save your damn life, then he surges forward, clumsy and starving.

It's not skilled like with Sukuna, who knew exactly where to lick and suck to absolutely destroy you, it’s messy and desperate. His mouth presses against your clit as he targets it, sucking the twitchy little thing in it – wet and hot, his tongue lavishing you without any rhythm. He’s not even close to your spots but the way he whines out, the way he whimpers against you.

It’s impossible to not fall for those bright blue eyes, burning gaze as he’s drowning in you, his hands dragging you against his face. Your own are flying to his hair,  his clumsy mouth devouring you so goddamn desperately, your own slick dripping across his pretty face as you lose yourself, arching further into him, your hips pressing against his face further.

“Why do you have to taste like this?” He whispers, voice thick with desire and his mouth full of your slick. His eyes darken as those pupils blow out, sliding a finger into your needy cunt, fucking right against your cervix and making you gasp, hands tugging at the roots of his hair. "See what you fucking do to me?”

You can hardly register the devastating way he learns your body, your eyes fluttering shut, Satoru adding another, stretching you out, scissoring them inside that needy, messy cunt that squelches. “Gojo…”

“Satoru, fuck,” he muffles those words against you, tongue flicking faster on your clit, his other hand stroking himself, before he sucks it and starts moaning, all messy with your cunt drooling on his face.

You’re overheated and dizzy as his fingers – long and thick – start pressing against your spot, he keeps analyzing you even while he’s messy, needy, honing in on every way you arch and tremble.

“Cum, fuck… just cum on me…” You’re crying out when he accidentally flicks his tongue just right, whining out when he’s standing and turning you around, sinking his fingers right back inside as he bends you over his desk. “Don’t think of him right now, don’t.”

“Did you fuck her on here?” You look back even as your cheeks are flushed, his fingers moving up and down, his lips brushing your neck, teeth sinking in your delicate skin. “How many times since we’ve been together?”

“I couldn’t count,” he admits now, pulling his fingers back just before you can cum, sucking your taste off them with his cheeks hollowing. “How many times has he cum inside you?”

“I couldn’t count,” you answer, his lips messy and mean as you unwillingly arch for him.

"Does he make you this wet?” Satoru’s undoing his belt, lifting your thigh and toying with that slit slowly, watching it drip down. “So wet you drip on the floor?”

“He does,” you admit now, whining out when you feel the blunt of his tip slipping down your slit, making you tremble. “He eats pussy better than you, he makes me squirt all over.”

“I can’t stand you,” he says with a soft laugh, tugging at your hair hard, making your head fall back, his tip hitting your clit and making you jolt. “I told you I didn’t fucking know how, mean little brat.”

“Me, mean? W-what a fucking joke, ngh,” you can’t do this, you can’t fucking do this, even if Sukuna told you that it’s fine, even if he swears that he’ll still want you. How can you fuck Satoru Gojo?

How can you fuck the man that broke you?

How is he the same man that just begged to taste you, the one positioning himself, making your eyes roll back. “I wish I fucked you first, wish your blood slid right down my cock like it did his.”

“Psycho,” you whisper out, scowling right at him, your hands gripping the desk as his hand lifts your thigh, tip taunting you. “Just fuck me, what are you waiting for? Wanna chat and have lunch?”

“You are mean now, fuck,” he’s moaning as if you being mean makes him harder, before he slams his lips on yours and shoves his cock inside you. “Oh my… f-fuck… you’re so…”

He says nothing for a moment, length buried all the way inside your cunt, as you’re throbbing around him, desperately trying to handle how full you are. “How many women were you inside, h-huh?”

“None of them fucking matter,” he gasps out, pulling back and slamming in, the sound messy and filthy. “None felt like you, god no one… perfect little cunt, fuck you for it.”

“Fuck you, Satoru,” he whimpers as he fucks into your cunt, and you can feel his tip dragging your spot, making you sensitive, gasping out for a breath, ass arching despite your words.

“You hate me, don’t you? You fucking hate me,” he moans now, burying his face in your neck, slamming into you harder, a hand coming to wrap your throat, squeezing ever so gently. “You should hate me, you shouldn’t let me inside you, shouldn’t even let me w-watch you with him.”

You hate his words and how desperate they are, you hate how good he feels when he steals your breath, you hate that you both could have been doing this instead of what he made you endure. You hate him utterly and completely, even as your eyes roll back in your skull and his pelvis slams that thick, lengthy cock even deeper inside your walls.

“I do hate you,” you whisper – nothing like with Sukuna, who you’re falling in love with every moment more and more, with Satoru it’s hatred, it’s toxic and terrible, even as he feels so sinfully good. “I do.”

“Good baby, you should,” he kisses you and squeezes your throat, shoving so deep inside that you almost scream out if he didn’t shush you with his kisses. “Cunt was made for me.”

“No it wasn’t,” your answer makes him glare, fucking you harder, mean with it, somehow reverently kissing you as his cock wrecks you, and you feel yourself even closer. “Mnh!”

“Was it made for Sukuna, baby? Does he hit your spots like this?” He slams in again and you whine out, looking into his dazed, psychotic eyes.

“He does,” your answer makes him moan, squeezing harder and burying his cock to the hilt, his hand snatching up yours, putting it on your clit. “Ah…”

“Play with that slutty lil clit f’me,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut when you spasm around him. “He showed you, huh? What to do?”

“Yes,” you whisper softly, letting his long fingers guide your own, the mess of your slick falling, when he whimpers, kissing you desperately, the pressure of his cock in your cunt making you shatter. “Ngh!”

“Don’t stay quiet,” he whispers – psychotically as fuck when you try to bite your lip, your clit twitching underneath your fingers as he slams deeper. “Make that noise, let ‘em hear me fucking you, your slutty cunt’s so goddamn loud.”

“You’re… whimpering l-like… a bitch,” he grins at that, laughing and kissing you. “Don’t make me like you.”

“You like my cock,” you’re spasming, his fingers taking over when yours fall, pinching your clit between two of them and watching you fall apart again, sucking in a breath for a moment at your rolled back eyes, the way your brows draw together. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

“D-don’t… say that… please,” you barely manage coherent words as you squirt down his length, hips twitching, Satoru cups your face and looks at you with those blue eyes that were once cruel, now they’re desperate, his pupils so big they look black.

“So beautiful, fuck you are, god I w-wish I said it before,” you feel your emotions hit when he buries his cock to the hilt, crying out with his weight pressing you onto the desk.

“Gojo…” He pulls back and his cock slips out, dripping down on the floor with the creamy mess you two have made, sitting you on the desk and fucking you face to face, eyes tortured and so black they’re terrifying with those white lashes.

“Satoru,” you shake your head, even as he kisses you desperate and needy, slamming his cock so deep you feel him all over, curved tip bruising your puffy cervix, you’re crying out into his mouth, nails digging into his back over the dress shirt. “Perfect, you’re perfect, fuck you’re s-so… tight, so wet, so…”

You don’t answer him, you can’t think when he takes you over, ruining your mind just like Sukuna does, making you not think.

You can hardly breathe with his kisses, nose brushing against yours, breath ghosting your swollen lips. “Lemme cum inside, fuck… please, please…”

“You shouldn’t get to,” he sighs and pauses, hands tugging you even further down, shoving up your dress to look at the bulge move, moaning at the sight.

“I’m inside you, filling you,” you swallow – throat gone dry, his tie is crooked, collar coming undone, his hair falling out of its usual perfect place. Satoru is a mess, a whimpering mess for you, whispering your name like a devotion, his lips still taste like your slick. “Wanna fill you, have my cum coat those slutty walls. Please, what the fuck do you do to me?”

Sukuna asks that – what do you do to them?

You take a shaky breath, hand brushing over his undercut, his tip leaking as he thickens inside you, tugging him down for a kiss, making him moan into your mouth, tongue bullying yours, sucking all your oxygen till you can’t breathe. “Satoru.”

“Oh my fuck,” he busts inside you, burying his face in your neck as he takes over your body, teeth sinking into them as he bites and sucks, as if he’s marking you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… god… n-never felt it that good…”

He’s mumbling as he floods your cunt with white, the warmth spreading in your core, you cling to him weakly, thighs spasming as he spills down his own length with the force of your orgasm. His teeth nip under your chin, his eyes drugged when he looks down at you, cock still pulsing as your aftershocks milk him for all he’s worth.

It’s quiet, then.

You hate Satoru Gojo even more now.

You hate that you could have had this if he wasn’t so horrible.

He brushes a tear aside, sighing and kissing your closed eyelids. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“For what this time?” You ask then, swallowing when he rests his head on yours. “For everything?”

“Yes,” he breathes out the words, pushing into your sore cunt. “Sorry I sent you to another man, now I have to watch you with him and dream you’re mine.”

You don’t know how much pain you can take, wanting to forgive and love a man that did this to you, torn now between what’s toxic and terrible, and what’s toxic and loving.

Sukuna was toxic too, but he loved you.

What did Satoru feel?

“I won’t stop seeing Sukuna,” he sighs and glares at you. “Just because we fucked. I am falling for him.”

“And what do you feel for me?” He asks, slipping his fingers across your cheek, blue eyes drinking in your face as his words brush over you. “Just hatred?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper brokenly. Taking a breath he eases out of you, his fingers slipping through the creamy, gooey mess, pressing it back in. “What are you doing, mnh!”

“His turn to play in my cum,” Satoru smirks as you glare at him. “Will you hate me less if I tell you I’ll never fuck Jennifer again?”

“And Chloe?” You stand up with his help, he sucks the mess of you two off, kissing you with it, your hands crumbling that fancy dress suit.

“Never, don’t care if I have to share you,” he sighs those words into your mouth.

“Really?” You look up at him, and he’s dead serious, nodding.

“No one,” you swallow nervously, backing off finally, thighs trembling. “Lemme guess, you gotta visit your boyfriend?”

“I do…” You adjust your dress, taking a shaky breath, laughing just a bit.

“What?”

“I guess since we’re all gonna be…” You trail off, what the fuck even are you three? “Well, what are we all going to do for dinner tonight?”

He smirks a bit. “I’ll let you and fucking ‘Kuna’ pick.”

*******

You swallow nervously as you walk over to Sukuna in his office after the gym is closing, and his gaze drifts across your neck, your shoulders, seeing how tense you are.

“I need to talk to you,” you whisper now, he just sets your lunch down and tugs you onto his lap, you gasp when you straddle him right in that chair. “Kuna I need to tell you-”

“He fucked you,” you swallow and nod. “I told you it was fine if you did, why are you panicking?”

You bite down your lower lip, entire body trembling when he cups your face. “How are you not disappointed, mad?”

“Why the fuck would I be, hmm?” He smirks now, his hands pressing so hard into your thighs they’re bruising. “Question is, did you tell him he sucked?”

You laugh with tears in your eyes. “I told him he sucks at eating pussy, and whimpers like a bitch?”

“Good girl,” you both laugh softly, your hands slipping up his chest, when he shoves your dress up, his pink lashes flickering, jaw setting as he gets serious now. “Pull my cock out.”

You bite down on your lip, doing just as he commands with his gaze serious now, crimson eyes flashing dark once he’s in your hold. He tugs your panties aside and eyes the mess your cunt is, raising one of his brows as he pulls the elastic.

“He cum inside that needy little cunt?” His voice is hoarse, you exhale, nodding, when he sits you on his cock and shoves all the way in, no prep, no touch, just slams it to the hilt, making it burn. 

“Ah!” You’re trembling as he grips your hips bruisingly, lifting you and slamming you down once more, the burn and stretch making tears prick your eyes, ones he kisses off your cheeks, the little salty drops on his lips as you cry out from the stretch, the pain that’s so sweet.

“I told you I’d fuck his cum out, huh?” A little gasp escapes when Sukuna bounces you up and down his length, Satoru’s cum slipping down on his own cock with the mess of your own. Your eyes roll back, desperate gasps escaping your lips. “Slutty cunt didn’t need my fingers, did she? She wants all that cum, doesn’t she?”

“W-want yours, please,” he slams you down so hard you’re crying, sniffling out, nails digging into his bare shoulders. “Please, please…”

Satoru begged for you.

You’re begging for Sukuna.

“Show me you want it, brat, lemme see,” you rise up and down, your thighs sore and aching, Sukuna’s teeth biting where Satoru sucked. “I’ll mark you worse, fuckin’ bruise every beautiful inch of you.”

“K-Kuna… ah!” He sucks hard on your neck, moaning as you drip down his heavy balls, ready to breed your hole better than Satoru could, his words filthy, whispering your name like a mantra as he guides your hips, you’re lost in him, dizzy and floating, the pain the only thing keeping you tethered.

You fucked Satoru and he came inside – now Sukuna is fucking his cum out, and letting it drip down his cock.

You’re utterly torn, lost in the high that Sukuna gives, with the lows that Satoru is trying to fix, wondering if you can love two men, wondering if either of them could truly love you. Sukuna slams you down and pins your hips, making you wriggle and cry out,  sniffling from the pressure, he groans.

“So pretty crying, is it too much, baby?” He taunts, gaze flickering. “Can’t you take me?”

“I can,” you sniffle more, trying to ride him, thighs shaking, head falling forward as he bites your neck again. “Kuna…”

“Make yourself cum,” his hand slips up your throat, tightening and squeezing, voice devastating. “Milk me for all that cum your slutty cunt needs, that’s it – take what’s yours.”

The maddening rhythm of you working him as he sits there, watching you ride him, grinding your cunt right on him so you drip down his pants, dress rumpled from two sets of hands on it – you’re lost in it, cunt aching.

When Sukuna pumps cum inside, teeth biting harder until a little bit of blood drips down your neck, you’re almost about to faint. Dizzy when he’s kneeling and you’re up on his desk, your thighs spread – you hardly realize he’s videoing it, the sight of all that white pouring, scooping it up and shoving it back inside.

“Kuna why’d you video?” You murmur, just for you to get a text from Satoru. You glare at him and he’s chuckling like a psycho. “You sent it to him!”

“I sure did,” he shoves his fingers deep in your sore hole, his lips trailing up your neck, your phone falling from your hand. “So, what are we having for dinner, brat? Are you cooking?”

Your phone keeps going off, you take a shaky breath, cunt a mess of both men pouring out of you. “Satoru said you pick?”

Sukuna snorts and kisses you, tilting his head. “I’ll pick then,” he nudges your neck, sighing and tugging you close. “Did you really tell him he sucks at eating pussy?”

“I really did!”

“I guess I’ll have to teach the little fuck, but,” he trails off and tilts your chin up. “He won’t ever make you cum like I can.”

Sukuna kisses you, he’s so rough you’re weak, not gentle or easy – like he’s kissing every frustration out, all you can do is fall into his arms, unsure of just what the fuck happened, and how you make any sense of it. You’re married and you have a boyfriend, one who is laughing sadistically as he marks every spot Gojo did even harder.

How does this end up?

plz be respectful in the comments as this was a LOT OF WORK - and I'll repeat again - THREE ENDINGS LMAO

"Did that hurt?" Sukuna asks, his voice dangerously calm, a smirk on his face spreading. "Shouldn’t you ‘know your fucking place’."

Your mother screams when Sukuna stands and brushes his hands along his shoulders, knuckles bloody from the contact. Your mother is rushing to her husband's side, cradling his bleeding face and glaring up at Sukuna.

"You monster! You brute! How dare you!"

Sukuna looks at her, then at your father, who is groaning on the floor, clutching his jaw, before leaning down, hands on his thighs. “Ya gonna lay your hand on your daughter again?”

“You have no right to speak-”

“No,” she stares at her husband in shock. “I won’t, fuck.”

“Pussy too,” Sukuna snorts, standing straight and jerking toward the butler just to make him piss himself, laughing even louder. “Leave your daughter the fuck alone, both of you, or I won’t be so ‘cordial’.”

“Well I never!”

“Now you have.”

Sukuna walks out – not in handcuffs surprisingly, seems your parents at least weren’t snitches, but then frowns as soon as he sees your text.

You - Where are you?

Shit, you were gonna be real mad.

****

𝖄𝖔𝖚

You’re reading Satoru’s texts and your heart hammers in your chest, a girl who was hopelessly in love just in a month has grown feelings for another. You feel so much for Sukuna, so deeply, yet something about Satoru’s desperate texts are tugging at your fucking heart.

You’re dripping Sukuna’s cum, littered in bruises from his grip, from where he’d fucked you senseless into that bed. You’ve never felt like this, your thighs trembling, your heart split in half, from the odd guilt you feel and the euphoria in equal measures. You know Satoru’s done worse – right in front of you at that, yet it didn’t somehow free you from your thoughts.

Sukuna wasn’t there when you woke up, a stranger in his penthouse.

You sigh and call Satoru, who surprisingly picks up fast.

“Are you all right?”

“You care?” You can’t help but say it harshly, sighing and shutting your eyes then. “I am fine, Gojo. Promise.”

“Well considering you didn’t write me once and… you saw my…”

“I saw them,” you lean back on the couch, toying with the edge of the big shirt Sukuna threw on you. “I was busy.”

“Busy, hah,” he laughs without humor over the phone. “Busy getting fucked by your psycho boxing instructor?”

“Yeah,” Satoru pauses, and your eyes shut, cursing internally. “I was getting fucked by him.”

“So you… you’re not…”

“A virgin, no. Guess you can’t use that insult – you could use whore now though, if you feel like it,” he says nothing instead. “You have no right to be upset.”

“Yeah I fucking know,” he laughs again, a harsh sound in your ear. “Okay so you fuck someone, does he at least make you cum?”

“Why would you care? As if you’d have done anything for me if we were together. Should thank you for not, by the way.”

“You don’t know what I’d do, haven’t you heard those girls cum?”

“Yes I have, your welcome for fucking somewhere other than your house where you can hear.”

“Right,” he sighs now, a loud sound. “Have fun?”

“I did actually,” you swallow down the guilt – he doesn’t deserve your guilty feelings, your hurt heart. “So she’s not there?”

“No, and I didn’t invite her either yesterday.”

“Didn’t tell her to go, did you?”

“I… are you coming home today?”

“Sometime, yeah, I know we have the event tonight but how am I going to cover this bruise up?”

“I can have someone come professionally cover it, I offered you a makeup artist before if you remember.”

“I guess that’ll work…” You trail off again, taking a breath. “You said you wanted me to come home.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I just… it was as if we… I wanted…”

You pause and try to let him speak, wishing you didn’t care, wishing your heart wasn’t aching – for what? 

“Just come home.”

“You let me know it’s your home Gojo – I don’t have a home.”

Your tears slip through before you can think to stop them, the fact smacking you sharp in the face, you’re so happy to be with Sukuna, to be in his home, but it’s not yours. Perhaps the boxing ring is the closest thing you have to feeling that way, that felt homey for you to come to, even the home you grew up in didn’t feel that way, nor your apartment you had for a few years.

“Can me and you just fucking talk? Without him?”

“We’ve had time to talk,” you swallow nervously. “I’m feeling a bit of happiness, will you just let me, if you don’t completely hate me?”

“Just come home soon, okay?” He hangs up, leaving you as fucking confused as you’ve ever been, looking at the phone when it rings.

But this is from your mother.

“Hello?”

“You had the man you’re cheating on Gojo with beat up your father!?”

“What?”

“I know it was you who sent him, you dumb little whore!”

“I don’t know–” She’s screaming the worst things at you, making you start to feel sick. “Stop yelling please.”

“What a fucking discgrace, first you have Gojo threaten us, now your lover beats your dad’s face in!? What sort of whore are you having these men dumb enough to fight us over you. Worthless girl.”

“Mom I didn’t do anything-”

“I wish I had another child, fuck anyone but you would do,” your tears fall at her cruel words.

“I wish I had good parents,” you finally speak up, breaths making your chest rise and fall, tears hot and stinging. “I wish it was anyone but you, terrible, miserable, cruel fucking woman.”

“Don’t you dare-”

“Don’t you dare ever call me again, I don’t ever want to even see you.” You hang up quickly when Sukuna’s opening the door, pausing as he sees your tear streaked face.

“Shit… Let me…”

“I asked you not to do that,” you’re sniffling as he shuts the door, setting the keys on the counter, walking right for you. “You could have went to prison!”

“I’d get out,” his jokes don’t work, and he notices, frowning again as he stares at you, brushing your messy hair back. “I had to do something, you expect me to let someone fucking hit you?”

“It will just make stuff worse for me, I know you care but – mnh!” Sukuna brushes his thumb against where you’re hurt, making you suck in a breath.

“He did that, and this,” he touches where your lip just healed, making it tingle underneath his thumb. “I don’t listen to what anyone fucking tells me, and I’m sorry – but I won’t listen to a girl who’s getting abused defending her abusers.”

“Yet I asked you to!” You shove at him now, glaring even through your tears, Sukuna cups your face, leaning low.

“Guess what? I’d do it again,” you gasp, eyes locking with his – an impossible, insane red. “I told you I’d burn down the fucking world for you.”

“You c-can’t,” he turns you around then, wrapping his huge arms around you, cock pressing on the curve of your ass. “Why me?”

“Because it’s you,” he bites your neck, earning your sharp hiss. “God it’s all I can think of since I first saw you, how fucking pretty you were, how broken. How I want to fit these beautiful, broken pieces back together.”

“You’re insane,” you whisper, when he turns your face to him.

“I punched him twice,” you shake your head just a bit in his strong hold, his other hand gripping you between your thighs. “Wanted to kill him, wanted to beat your shitty ass mom.”

“Sukuna!”

“I hate them, I hate anyone who hurt you,” his fingers brush you over that soft shirt until it’s soaked, and you’re writhing for his touch. “And I hate that they made you think you deserved it."

His voice drops to a low whisper against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, making your tummy clench with need. “I know you care, I just… you don’t understand how deep it runs and… I am being a dis-”

“You don't fucking deserve it, and you never did."

His words leave no room for argument, as he’s touching your cunt, wrecking your mind to the point you’re arching against him, whining out desperately. “Kuna…”

“Love when you call me that dumb nickname,” his teeth sink into your neck before he’s bending you over the arm of the couch with a firm push, leaving you breathless when he hovers over you with his heavy weight, his knuckles coated with the dried blood from your dad.

“That’s…”

“Sorry I didn't wash my hands yet,” he laughs and turns your face towards him, breaths mingling together.

His hands yank that big shirt you're wearing up over your ass, the curve of it making him groan. “Mnh…”

"I'm not sorry for what I did," your hands grip the pillow he’s got you pressed against, his body heavy as he presses you down, you hear his zipper sliding down, cunt already responding to it. "I'm not sorry I beat his face in. I'd do it again."

Sukuna’s pressing the wet, slicked head of his cock against your entrance, you’re arching back for more, earning his desperate groan, arms wrapping around your waist to drag you down. Your cunt is struggling to take his shape, eyes rolling back just feeling the stretch.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers hoarsely, eyes dark as they study you. You’re soaking him, drool spilling from your cunt as he just presses, swiping it up and down, the wet noise echoing in your ringing ears. “Can you take me brat?”

“Mhm, but I m-mad,” he chuckles. “Not funny!”

“You’re just too fuckin’ cute,” Sukuna doesn't prepare you, doesn't wait, drives into you in one brutal, deep stroke that makes you scream out, him moan as you wrap him so goddamn tight. “Oh fuck… stretching her out, huh?”

You cry out, your fingers digging into the arms that wrap you now, face pressed down toward the couch cushions as he gives you just a moment and starts to move inside of you. Mean, possessive strokes that suck the breath from your lungs, tip dragging along your walls, stuffing you so full you can’t think.

“Deserved every fucking hit for touching you,” Sukuna’s voice is dark, his hand coming to rest on your head, entangling in the nape of your neck, lips moving across your jaw. “Deserved worse.”

“You can h-hit everyone who h- hiccup!” He’s fucking you too good, angling his cock so it ruins your snug little hole, still sore from last night – a sweet, addictive ache that rushes through you.

“I can, hah…” He’s gripping you with his bloodied hand, capturing your lips and slamming inside again, filling you until he’s bulging inside your tummy, the one still pressed on the arm – the pressure too much. “I will kill anyone who hurts you.”

You swallow, tears threatening to spill, unable to do anything other than arch back and whine out, eyes rolling back in your skull. Tears do spill, with drool, when he slips your hand down to your own clit. “Mnh, why do you care s-so much for me?”

He pauses, pulling out and lifting you in his arms, your hand falling off as you cling to him tightly. Sukuna’s guiding his cock back inside slower now, studying you with his eyes unreadable – if only you could know what he was thinking. Why he deems you so special that he’d do anything – do too much for you, but he’s pressing you right on the nearest wall, holding you there.

“You ask dumb questions, brat,” his words are soft, cock stuffing you full, his hands digging into the plush of your ass, dragging you down harder as your nails grip his shoulders. “I already told you, I won’t let someone hurt you.”

Your thighs press against his hips, his grip on you tightening until he leaves marks, eyes catching yours – his thrusts are slower now, easier on you, you’re so tight still you can feel the pop of the ridge on his cockhead, every raised vein down his shaft on your gummy walls.

“Feek s’fuckin’ perfect, made just f’me, huh? All me.”

“Don’t stop,” you whisper drunkenly already, the way he looks at you, the way he makes you feel, your voice trembling and shaky. “Please…”

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” his words are rough, but the way he caresses your face is delicate. “Fill you up with as much cum as you need, all of it.”

His lips capture yours, and suddenly none of it matters – your mom’s nasty calls, Satoru’s call, it all just fades as he fills you and fucks your thoughts away.

Addictive.

Sukuna is addictive.

*****

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

Seeing you after your night out, littered with marks when you walk in with some brand new dress Satoru’s never seen, his heart sinks in his fucking chest. He knew what you did, that you gave Sukuna your virginity – the thing he told you he never wanted, but what a fucking lie it was.

Satoru wanted you the moment he fucking saw you at the engagement party, he just wanted to give you that freedom, and now you have it, you’re using it. If he didn’t care he’d be happy for you if anything – not feeling this sick jealousy creeping underneath his skin, mixed with the sheer desperation to get even the smallest hint of you.

Your lips underneath his? He didn’t care where they were, if they were sucking Sukuna off or not, didn’t care if your cunt was full of Sukuna’s cum and stretched out – he’d pump more inside you. It’s driving him insane, the need that’s been building, that increased from that night when he took you away from your parents, and now he just got that nasty fucking call.

Sukuna beating them up? He doesn’t blame him actually – he wanted to, but the problem was he knows now things will be worse for you. And yeah, Satoru fucking cares. Imagine him, caring for a human being? He didn’t know he was even capable of it, and here she is wobbling and all bruised from this fuck ass Sukuna.

“You look like you had fun,” he manages to say, you’re blushing as you shut the door. “Too much.”

“Yeah I need to go get fixed up,” you hesitate, pausing in front of him, opening your mouth as if to say anything, but then closing it. “So she’s not here?”

“No,” his answer is quiet, the clock ticking on the wall loud suddenly, the only sound aside from the whirring of the fan overhead and your breaths. “You know he beat your dad up.”

“I know,” your eyes close. “I told him not to.”

“So he didn’t listen?”

“Don’t act like you’d listen to me,” you scoff and shake your head. “No, he shouldn’t have done it, but… he did. And he was honest.”

“You think I didn't wanna beat the shit out of him?” You shake your head.

“No, I don’t think you did. Why would you?”

“Why? I watched… I heard…” Satoru turns, emotions hitting him hard. “Sukuna’s not the only person who gives a fuck.”

“Well that’s a very new development,” you sniffle just a bit, making him turn back to look at your glassy eyes and swollen lips trembling. “I don’t know what to believe from you, what’s jealousy, what’s a game. If you cared, how could you have acted like that, the day in the office?”

“I needed you to give up,” he laughs without humor, walking up to you and leaning low, a hand on the wall behind you. “You did give up, didn’t you?”

“Now you wish I what, held on longer? You don’t even know I’m sure – I wrote you a note in there. Bet you threw the lunch out.”

“I ate it,” you blink in clear confusion. “I read the note.”

“You read that, and said nothing?” Your tears stream down your cheeks, still marked from that hit, Satoru swipes at one gently, his huge hand cupping your face. “You probably laughed at it.”

“I didn’t laugh,” his voice is soft now, as he feels the regret from it all eat him alive. He never planned to care for you during this, he never planned to feel anything – he actively avoided it, but now all he can think of is that note. “You said you felt things when we kissed.”

“I did,” your lip trembles under his thumb. “You said you felt nothing.”

“I did say that,” he sighs now. “Was your cunt wet, your heart racing? Did you ache right here?”

His hand presses your tummy, heat seeping through, your chest rises and falls with your shallow breaths. “It doesn’t matter what I felt, does it? I was no different from Jennifer, Chloe, whoever you could find. In fact – you wanted them.”

“And you think I don’t want you?”

“I know it,” you press your hands to his chest, pausing for a moment. “I asked you if you cared a bit to let me be happy.”

“He’s psychotic.”

“So are you,” he laughs then, shaking his head.

“Yeah I guess so,” he eases back reluctantly, every nerve ending was screaming to lift you up, to kiss and fuck the thoughts of Sukuna away. “I’ll have the makeup artist cover your hickeys up too.”

“Yours are where you can’t see,” your hand slips to his abdomen, he sucks in a breath as you lift that shirt, revealing the purple bruises and touching them.

Satoru almost cums from a caress on a goddamn hickey.

His hand grips your wrist tightly as you look up at him under your lashes, not the shy unsure look, there’s just a little something different there already. “I have a few of these too.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he slips your sleeve down, revealing a bite mark right on your shoulder. “I’d be mad he bruised every bit of your skin – but I’d do it too.”

“You wouldn’t, you don’t want to mark me,” he smirks, thumb brushing over the bite, making you tremble, goosebumps rising. “You’re just mad I fucked someone.”

“Yeah I’m mad, but oh sweetheart,” he leans down, lips hovering over the bite on your neck, your hands cling to his shirt, head tilting to the side. Satoru’s hand slips up your spine slowly, lips barely a breath away from your skin. “I’d mark you even worse than he did, your pretty tits would be covered, your waist, your hips. Every cute little slutty inch.”

You say nothing, whining softly, your dilated eyes fucking destroying him as he pulls back, leaving you blinking – it takes everything to do it, against every damn instinct he has. “Gojo…”

“Call me Satoru while we’re out tonight, yeah? Especially when the cameras are on us, they’re gonna ask hard questions about your boxer.” You nod and he drags himself away, shutting his eyes. “You smell like his cologne.”

“I’ll wash up…” You brush past him ever so slightly, Satoru’s hands clench into fists.

He wants to fucking kill Sukuna, but moreso he wants you to look at him the way he saw you looking at Sukuna yesterday, with that damn look in your eyes. Yet he doesn’t deserve that – he didn’t deserve anything from you, fuck he deserves to hear you get railed by him every night.

Just because he knows that doesn’t mean he stops craving it until it drives him insane, jerking it just hearing you in the shower later like a desperate freak. It’s what you make him.

*****

𝕾𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆

“How was the night?” Sukuna asks the next day as you’re both in the boxing ring, you frown a little. “What?”

“It was just hard to deal with all the questions, all the photos that they were taking of me,” Sukuna wipes the sweat off his forehead, it’s early in the morning before anyone else comes, Sukuna had hated being away from you after sleeping with you.

In his arms, where he fucking needs you, but last night he had a match he had to coach, and you had that dumb event, where he had to see you on Satoru Gojo’s arm. He knows it’s for show, but there’s something about the two of you together, this sinking fucking feeling you harbor more for Satoru than you let on.

He’ll gladly fuck every thought of the prissy little nepo baby from your mind, but at the same time, he’s so desperate to be with you, he’d rather let you get whatever it is out of your system, under his control. He could see it in the way your cheeks heat up when you talk about him, the way you looked back at him in the house the other night when he took you away.

Sukuna knows that Satoru is gonna try shit on you – he’d rather make sure that he understands you’re his, and that you understand it.

“Sukuna,” you frown as you stare at your phone, Sukuna hits the punching bag and leans over to look at you.

“What, brat? Avoiding training? Think because you got dick you don’t have to put in effort?” You roll your eyes but your lips quirk up, he laughs when you shove at him.

“Jerk,” but your face falls, Sukuna frowns at you.

“What is it? Better not be your fuck ass parents.”

“No, it’s just that someone took a picture of me at the event, after all the cameras stopped and posted this…” Sukuna picks up the phone, frowning when he sees the name, brows raised.

“What kinda fuck ass handle is that? Is she a stalker or some shit?”

“She’s a paparazzi for the shittiest company, so yeah,” you sigh, Sukuna can tell the words are hurting your feelings. “She said I’m… that I…”

“Shh,” his jaw sets now, seeing her nasty little comment when he takes your phone from your shaky hand. “What a stupid bitch, does she need some good dick or something?”

“Sukuna…” You giggle a bit as he takes his own phone out, pulling up the shitty comment on the candid picture of you, you’re still gorgeous it’s just a really odd angle, and there’s a hint of your black eye and swollen lip with the lighting. “What are you doing!?”

“I’ll make this dumb bitch cry, thinking she can say shit about you,” he laughs then, his eyes flashing just a tad redder than usual, black painted finger nails flying over the phone. 

“Don’t be mean!”

“You’re a little too nice brat,” he turns away when you try to grab his phone, letting you reach around him.

“Give it!”

“Nope, if I beat up your dad I’ll cuss this bitch out.”

“Sukuna you shouldn’t have done that, I’m still hearing about it,” he shrugs, looking back at you.

“They still talking shit?” You look down. “Ah, another visit.”

“No more visits, you can’t fuck your way out of trouble every time you know,” Sukuna turns and raises a brow at you. “Isn’t that what it was?”

“No brat,” he tilts your chin up with two fingers. “It was me wanting to bury my cock inside you.”

You’re a blushing mess, cheeks hot under his fingers, making him chuckle softly. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“You’re just cute.”

“I can be serious,” you cross your arms, making him smirk.

“She can say what she wants, you have my mouth on your cunt, and my cum inside you. Bet no one’s ever fucked this bitch.”

“Don’t be too mean!” You frown when you see his comment pops up on your phone, pretty eyes widening. “Oh god, you can’t tell her to do that!?!?”

“Sure I can, brat,” he laughs maniacally as he starts typing even more, ripping the surely sad girl to shreds. “Bet she–”

“Ryoumen Sukuna!”

“Fuck you’re sexy when you’re all mad,” he tugs you close, shoving his phone in his pocket, huge hand on the small of your back, tugging you against his body. He’s slick with sweat, your little hands gripping his massive biceps, fingers pressing in against the muscles. “You have even that dumb twink dying after you, surely you know she’s full of shit, yeah?”

You bury your face against his chest, sighing. “He doesn’t want me, I don’t know why you’re so convinced.”

“I’m not blind, look at his fucking face in the photos – yearning like a loser, can’t blame him though. I would too if I couldn’t have you.”

“Insane, you’re toxic and insane,” Sukuna grins at that, seeing you’re still visibly affected by the words.

“I am, so I’ll just eat your pussy until you forget her comment,” you gasp when Sukuna is on his knees, tugging down your leggings, already inhaling your scent, fuck he loves it. “Bet she’s touching herself to pictures of your dumb husband and he’s jerking it to you instead.”

“You’re insane, ngh!” Sukuna drags you against his face, wrapping an arm around your hips and tugging you close, tongue lapping up your slit and gathering those juices, groaning. “Kuna they’ll be coming to practice soon.”

“Then you need to cum quick,” he spreads the meat at your inner thighs apart, tongue lapping all those juices up, moaning as you fill his mouth. Your phone goes off with another comment, and you pause, blinking. “What is it?”

“He commented,” Sukuna chuckles against your heat, slipping his thumb to press on your clit, making your whine our, arching.

“Defended you?”

“M-must be for show or…”

“Or he wants to bury his face,” Sukuna’s tongue slips inside your hole, your phone falls, clattering to the soft floor of the ring, hands clinging to his shoulders. “You’re fucking beautiful, don’t listen to that shit.”

*****

𝖄𝖔𝖚

How fucking awkward.

You, Chloe, Jennifer, Sukuna all at a fucking dinner table that night.

Satoru looks utterly miserable between the two girls fighting over who gets a whack at him tonight, excusing himself to go grab drinks, Sukuna’s enjoying this shit far too much, slipping his fingers in your cunt while you all sit there. Being all… Sukuna like… ruining all your senses every time he touches you.

You’d barely gotten to cum earlier when the hoard of people coming to practice started walking in, but you had an orgasm, one he licked off his lips and fingers hungrily. You know he hasn’t cum though, not since the last time he fucked you – when he pressed in fully without warning, when he’d been insane.

More insane than usual.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you murmur to him, he nods, swiping your slick on your thigh.

“Gonna squirt right here, ya worried?”

“You’re so sadistic,” he just grins big, sharp teeth glinting. “You are.”

“Mhm, I am, go on before I make you squirt in front of these sluts,” your glare does nothing.

Sukuna truly gives no fuck and that’s frightening as it is sexy.

You bump into Satoru who is walking in from having a cigarette clearly, you can smell the smoke on him, feel the chill from the outside as he grips your arms so you don’t fall. You swallow, looking up at him nervously, the two of you haven’t spoke a word directly to each other during this slutty, dysfunctional cheater dinner.

What can you say?

“Sorry,” he laughs softly, leaning low.

“For walking?”

“Yeah, I mean… not sorry,” you close your eyes. “I um, am going to the bathroom.”

“Yeah.” It’s all he says, hands falling, you halt him then, murmuring his name, making him look at you curiously. “What, I’m just dying to eat dinner with the man who leaves bruises on your throat.”

“And I’m dying to hear annoying bitches argue over who gets to suck your dick first!?” He laughs again, this time genuine, snorting and shaking his head.

“You saying ‘bitches’ is so out of place, it’s kinda cute.”

“I’m not cute mad! You both need to stop saying it.”

“Yeah well, hate to tell you, it’s hard to find you intimidating.”

“I split your lip,” you smile meanly, he licks that lower lip, doing some fucked shit to your tummy. “Didn’t I?”

Yesterday when he’d touched your bite mark and… you can’t even think this way, just because you all have some weird ass understanding, you can’t do that to Sukuna – want someone else, especially Satoru. Yet how do you tell your younger self who loved him to stop feeling? Tell your body not to respond, your heart not to race?

You have to remember this is temporary, and an amusement at best.

“You did,” he murmurs thoughtfully, toying with the lighter in his hand, a little light blue one he keeps fidgeting with. “Got a hell of a hit.”

“Um, thanks for standing up for me with the internet girl,” your words clearly surprise him. “It was kind of you.”

“Me, kind?” He snorts, shaking his head. “Right.”

“It was, even if it was just… like the act of a defensive ‘husband’ for your PR.”

“It wasn’t,” he murmurs quietly, eyes flickering down your body. “The shit she said was all wrong.”

“Is it so far off what you said, the last person on earth you’d want?” Satoru opens his mouth, your emotions hit too deeply already. “I’m sorry I can’t just bring that up, I meant to just thank you.”

“Stop thanking me for shit.”

Satoru walks off, you rush to the bathroom, splashing water on your face, cringing when you hear the laughs of Satoru’s annoying ass companions, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You look tired, your cheeks are sunken in from not eating enough again, dark circles underneath your eyes, a little drawn.

You want to pick yourself apart, all the parts that aren’t perfect, but Sukuna’s words ring in your ears, and now Satoru’s.

Not true.

None of that mean shit is true.

Satoru comforting you is not something you’d have bet on, about as unlikely as Sukuna having dinner with him.

Your life has gotten messy, hasn’t it?

“So what made you wanna become a secretary,” Sukuna pops a bite of food into his mouth, smirking over at the two women who are clinging to a simply exhausted Satoru Gojo. You’d laugh if the sight still didn’t irritate the ever loving shit out of you, the girls are giggling as you sit there, sighing and poking at your food.

You suppose you’re happy that at least you two can sit across from each other in your weird ass dysfunctional way. Satoru’s eyes keep catching yours, darting across your skin, your neck, your chest. Sukuna’s hand constantly on your thigh, squeezing protectively, possessively.

“So, Mrs. Gojo, what do you think of what they’re saying about you?” You blink a bit, tears about to form, you’re sensitive about that, Satoru glares right next to her now.

“How’d you know about it, Jen?”

“Well it’s all over, isn’t it Chloe?”

“I didn’t see it,” she’s running her fingers down Satoru’s chest as you sip on that wine he brought – a  good thirty years old, those girls are downing the shit like it’s Boone’s farm of course. Yet you simply take your time, trying to find an appetite, you know you’re not helping things not eating and Sukuna would get on you if you don’t.

“I thought it was mean,” you answer finally, Jennifer gives you this nasty little smile when Satoru takes her hand off him.

“Why don’t you head out, Jen.”

“What!?”

“Yay, I win!” Chloe is practically fucking dancing when Sukuna stands up, taking your hand and tugging you toward your room.

“Sukuna…”

He turns you toward him, tilting your chin up as you both stand in front of your door, you can feel Satoru’s eyes on you both, Sukuna peers just a bit at the annoying Jennifer throwing a fit and Satoru honestly looking so done. “Come to bed, brat.”

******

“Sukuna…” you're gasping out later as Sukuna kisses a messy trail down your body, saliva making those marks glimmer underneath the soft lights of your room, your hand covering your mouth so Gojo doesn't hear.

“Fuckin' look at you,” Sukuna breathes out, tugging your panties to the side, seeing your pretty, glistening cunt, looking up under his sooty pink lashes at your face. “Who are you this wet for?”

You hear it then, the worry, you take a shaky breath as you take your hand off your mouth, trembling underneath him. “You’re asking that?”

“Yeah I am,” he tilts your chin up, staring right at you as his fingers toy with your messy slit, watching you jerk underneath him. “He’s dying for a piece of you, and you can’t see it.”

“Sukuna, he's got that girl in the room, ah!” You bite down on your lower lip to stop it from trembling, Satoru got so annoyed Jennifer had to go, but apparently Chloe annoyed him just a bit less.

“Yeah and he wishes it were you, so is this all for me?” He pulls his fingers off, slipping them in your mouth – you hear it, see it, the anger and possessiveness, letting you suck yourself off them.

“You,” it's true – Satoru and you have reached some odd standstill, an understanding, he's in the next room getting sucked off, but you're not even upset at it anymore.

How can you be with a giant six foot five man between your thighs, with those crimson eyes so dilated they’re almost black? Parting your folds and eyeing your soppy little cunt hungrily as he kneels, the weight of him making your bed sink, spitting a messy trail right on it with a bubbly string of saliva.

“Don't stay quiet,” you gasp when he shoves your thighs against your chest, insanity written all over his face, this sadistic grin as he watches you twitch underneath him. “Let him hear what he can't have.”

“You're insane Sukuna,” you whisper hoarsely, still trying to keep it down – but he just chuckles, those calloused fingers sliding up underneath the plush of your thighs to pin you, spit still trickling between your puffy lips.

“Insane would be making you pregnant right now,” he tilts his head, folding you in half, clothed cock nudging the slick mess your cunt is, soaking his pants. “You think I'm that crazy? Put a fuckin’ baby inside ya?”

He knows you just started the pill – but that doesn’t stop him from saying the craziest shit ever, and your body reacts to it all, clenching in your tummy, your cunt pulsing around nothing. You’re aching to be filled by him, the spit all sticky when he presses on it once more, pressure and friction against your clit unbearable.

Yet you think about it – what Gojo’s doing.

You shouldn’t care anymore, here you are, with a man who beat your dad up like a psycho, who licked you dumb in the boxing ring, and now he’s slapping your cunt with a loud, wet smack. You’re gasping out at the pain, lost in those ruby red eyes of his, the tattoos on his neck glinting underneath your light.

“Pregnant? Mnh!” He’s grinding harder, thickness pressing between your folds and nudging your needy, twitchy clit. “Sukuna, that is crazy.”

“Think I don’t wanna breed your cunt?” Your hands cling to him tightly, as he brushes your hair back, hands pressing into your waist. “When the fuck wouldn’t I want to?”

Sukuna ruts against you, knowing you need more but not fully giving it, your eyes get dazed. “Kuna…”

“I wanna fuck every thought of that blue eyed fuck from your mind,” Sukuna unzips those pants finally, his heavy cock just thwacking your soppy cunt, as his insanity bleeds into his every action. “I’d let you have anything, but I damn sure would be the main one in your head, make sure I cum inside first, if he’s lucky I’d let him after.”

“Sukuna I didn’t s-say I wanted that,” his tip glides through your folds, pushing the arousal around that leaks on him, precum beading from his pearly tip and sticking to your twitchy clit. “Never did.”

“I can see him yearning, who could blame him? Fucked up letting you go,” he shoves his cock all the way inside, deep, tip pummeling your puffy cervix, rolling his hips and putting even more pressure in your core. “He wishes he was in here.”

“Just kiss me,” he hovers over your lips, not quite touching, as your mind spins, cunt fluttering around his cock, swirling down the veins that are pressing inside your quivering walls. “I’m wet for you, okay?”

Sukuna moans desperately, slamming his lips on yours again, fucking into your cunt – rutting you right into your bed, teeth clicking with the way he loses himself. He’s taking over everything for you, making you forget – filling you with that hit of dopamine you’re so desperately lacking in life.

It’s all Sukuna in your muddled mind, thoughts running and fuzzy, your cries getting louder before you can stop yourself, nails pressing against his biceps as they bunch and roll.

“Kuna,” you whine out when he fucks you harder, balls slamming against your ass – heavy with cum he wants to pour inside. “C-can’t breathe, s’much…”

Sukuna slams in and holds it, studying you with eyes gone batshit. “Then breathe me, yeah? Breathe me in.”

You nod weakly, Sukuna’s mouth moves over yours again, tongue swirling around yours, his cock pounding your tiny cunt. Sukuna’s dying to fucking claim you, to ruin you, to stretch you out on his cock so it’s only him – just him in your head, the thought of you forgiving Satoru has him fucking you harder, grabbing you tighter, whimpering your name against your skin.

“All me,” he murmurs against your neck, breathing against your ear. “Let him hear, like he made you hear.”

Your whine is loud when he drags his thumb across your clit, Sukuna can’t help but grin.

“Good girl.”

******

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

How can he cum when you’re in the next room getting pounded into the fucking mattress? How can he think of anything but how good your mouth would feel, how pretty you’d look taking him? The girl on her knees is pretty enough he supposes, she’s not shit compared to you. That used to not bother him, he could get over it – but now him hearing you?

Fuck your moans are just sexy, perhaps the only thing keeping him throbbing hard, knowing Sukuna was fucking you – fucking his goddamn wife. The one he pushed to this, and knowing that hurts more, impossibly more. That you were going to eagerly give yourself, you begged for a kiss, your note where you told him you felt something and he broke you.

That was the moment of no return, wasn’t it? When he yelled at you in his office after you made that sushi, the cute little heart shaped ones he didn’t bother to thank you for. That cute pink note where you poured your heart out, and he couldn’t be bothered to apologize, to ever acknowledge it, no he continued on, you wouldn’t be with him long anyway, would you?

He didn’t know seeing you with someone would infuriate him so goddamn much, was it because it was Sukuna?

Was it so much more he doesn’t wanna fucking think about it?

“Satoru,” Chloe whines out, stroking his cock with a tight fist. “I want you to cum for me.”

“Then suck harder,” he shoves her head down, hearing another moan, and a muttered – Good girl.

Good girl, imagine him calling you that? Would you cum on his cock as you did, would you arch for him, let him pin you down as he fucks Sukuna’s cum right out of you, and puts his inside instead? Satoru’s never not used a condom but he would fill you up, feel your cunt quivering around him as he made you forget Sukuna.

He knows you feel it, the way you look at him…

“F-fuck…” Satoru busts in her mouth at the vivid images of you, exhaling with shaky hands, barely able to keep himself together as she swallows it down so greedy, leaning up as if to kiss him.

Satoru doesn’t wanna kiss her – he wants your lips on his, the one screaming out fucking Kuna. 

*****

𝖄𝖔𝖚

Sukuna’s snoring when you walk out to get a drink later that night, turning the corner into the kitchen just to smack into Satoru’s hard body. He catches you before you trip and fall, his hands taking your waist over, feeling too intimate – it’s utterly too much, when he looks at you, his lips parted, eyelids lowered.

“Have fun?” He asks softly, you nod with a jerky motion, your hands going to push him away but faltering.

“Did you have fun, Gojo?” You ask, tilting your head back to peer at him, your heart hammering in your chest.

You want Sukuna.

You can’t want Gojo too.

His words echo in your mind – Gojo wants you.

He can’t want you – if he did, he’d have never done what he has to you, if he does it’s some sick fucking game. You ease back but he doesn’t let you go, stepping until your back is against the island, the cool marble pressing into your skin, you’ve only got a crop top and a little pair of shorts on. Satoru’s touching bare fucking skin, lowering over you.

“No I didn’t have fucking fun,” you gasp at the harshness in his voice, the desperation that breaks him, the same tone Sukuna had when he asked if you were wet for Gojo. “Hearing you moan underneath him? Do you think I liked it?”

“I’ve listened to you moan this whole month,” you practically hiss the words, Satoru sighs, his eyes shutting, resting his head on yours. “You can’t act like you care now, so stop it.”

“You think I’m fine with him fucking you?”

“Gojo…”

“Does he cum in you?”

“Yes,” you’re not trying to be mean, you’re being honest – he scowls down at you, brushing your hair back and feeling you tremble. “I’m on a pill.”

“Yeah? Taking birth control so he can fuck you?”

“Yes,” you look down nervously. “A baby right now would be insane, even if I so badly want one some day.”

He frowns a bit, looking down at you, tilting your chin up and wrapping his arm around you. “You want a baby?”

“I told you, that you don’t know anything about me, you never wanted to,” your hands close into fists over his soft shirt, gripping the material tightly. “Don’t act like you want me.”

“Act?” He laughs harshly. “The act was me pretending I didn’t want you, fuck do you really not see it?” He cups your face now with both hands, thigh pressing between yours, he’s too much – just like Sukuna, taking your breath.

Yet Satoru took your dopamine, didn’t he? He took the only bits of hope you had and crushed them, you can’t go forgetting it because he’s looking at you like this. You swallow nervously, unable to fully disentangle yourself from him, stuck in his gravity. Satoru exhales, his eyes so dark they’re black behind the shocking snowy fringe of his eyelashes.

“You think I didn’t want you? Really?”

“You said you didn’t, and you chose everyone,” you grip his wrists, both of your voices barely over a whisper. “Anyone you could get your cock inside, and I listened to it all, fuck I saw you with them, riding you in your bed, on your desk. All so I’d know that there’s no ‘us’. Right?”

He says nothing, swallowing now, his eyes coated in a little sheen of moisture, dying to yank him off but still unable to make the move.

“Why are you mad that it worked?” Satoru’s grip tightens, you suddenly feel too much in that moment, every bit of pain you’ve been keeping inside threatening to spill over. “You pushed me so fucking far to ‘spare me’. Consider me spared.”

“I didn’t…” His thumb brushes over your lower lip softly, hesitating as it moves against you, when you hear Chloe gasping.

“Satoru!”

“Jesus fuck,” he glares at her now. “Go home or something.”

“What!? What are you doing with her?”

Sukuna’s yawning in his boxers, scratching his abdomen when he sees your face cupped by Satoru, and you panic at the precarious position, sure he’ll be furious with you for not shoving him off. You’re already trembling, realizing just how deep of a disappointment you’ve become to anyone, sniffling when Gojo looks down at you.

“Fuck, you okay?” he brushes your tears and you nod, Sukuna walks up and tugs you against him, frowning.

“Brat, you’re okay. I’m not mad,” he’s gentle then, as he kisses your forehead. “You can’t make me mad.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” Sukuna sighs and hugs you closely, you rest your head against his chest. “My feelings are all over the place.”

“Yeah, gaslighting and manipulation does that shit,” he glares over your head at Satoru. “There a reason you had a death grip on her face?”

“She’s still my wife, you can’t be mad if I held her… but I was not going to hurt her if that’s what you think.”

“I think you’re trying to fuck her head up,” you sigh, hearing Chloe’s annoying voice whining. “Can you fucking uber her home before I do?”

“I can’t believe you’d talk-”

“Yeah,” you gasp, looking at Satoru now who’s sliding his phone off the counter, pressing the screen. “Time to go home sweetheart.”

“Huh!?”

Sukuna’s snorting, Satoru’s trying to get her to leave, confusing you utterly, you blink and look up at Sukuna then. “Desperate for you isn’t he? Pathetic.”

“Kuna,” he tilts your chin up carefully, heart hammering underneath your palm. “You’re not upset?”

“I’ll fuck any thoughts of him away, I’d fuck his cum out of your cunt and fill it with mine,” his words are filthy, making your heart race. “I’d fuck your throat so raw you couldn’t moan his name, but if you wanted? I’d give him to you, I’d fucking do anything for you.”

“Why? I don’t think I’m so special,” your lips are trembling, Chloe’s leaving and Sukuna’s kissing your lips. “Mmm, I want you, Kuna.”

“I know,” he lifts you by your thighs, having you wrap around him, sitting you right on the counter. “You want him too.”

“No,” you shake your head quickly, Satoru turns and eyes you both – his hands on your thighs, the way you look right at Satoru. “I can’t.”

Sukuna kisses up your neck when Satoru comes closer. “I wasn’t done talking to her yet, Sukuna.”

“You can talk while I make her cum,” Sukuna’s hand trails down your tummy, feeling it tremble underneath his sure touch. “You probably could learn how from me.”\

“I don’t need lessons,” his eyes dart across where Sukuna’s sliding your shorts to the side, exposing your cunt to him. His cheeks flush red, lips parted, his own hands trembling until he clenches them into fists. “Gonna finger my wife on my fucking counter?”

“Should ask you to lick up the mess when she’s done,” Satoru scoffs, Sukuna’s lips brush your ear, sinking two fingers in your cunt and curling them, making you cry out, Satoru moans at the sound. “Bet you would, huh?”

“Why’d y-you send her home,” you ask shakily, thighs trembling as you feel his gaze locked in on your cunt. “If you knew I was with him.”

“She was fucking annoying,” Satoru mumbles, exhaling then, while Sukuna starts fucking his fingers inside you. “So loud, huh? Your cunt, I could hear it – even louder now.”

“She gets loud for me,” Sukuna’s eyes meet yours, confusing you even moreso. “Told you he’d die to touch you.”

His words are low, just meant for your ears, moving up and down faster as you cling to the counter. Sukuna peers back at Satoru then, who’s transfixed in place, his eyes now meeting yours, fingering faster until you’re desperately clinging to his arm, cunt spasming, Sukuna’s cupping one of your breasts, a thumb brushing right over your nipple.

“Do you like watching your wife’s cunt squirt? All over me?” He asks, you’re biting down on your lip, trying to gasp for a breath, but Satoru says nothing.

His eyes just hit yours again, full of…

Desire.

*****

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

Imagine having to watch your wife cum on a counter with the man you’ve hated for years – that’s Satoru’s reality. One he knows he fucking deserves – shit he doesn’t even really deserve to see your cunt, even if it’s got Sukuna’s tattooed fingers inside it. All puffy from fucking, but got it’s pretty, so wet the squelch and squish is echoing, his fingers moving faster inside you.

Why do you have to look at him like that? Shouldn’t you only hate him, for all the shit he did, shouldn’t you tell him to fuck himself, to blatantly grind on Sukuna in front of him just to rub it in Satoru’s face? You’re soft still, you’re fucking sweet somehow, how do you manage to look so pretty and precious with your thighs spread on a counter in front of another man?

Satoru has been able to have any woman he’s ever wanted in his young life – he’s barely older than you by a couple years, but the differences were drastic. Before you found Sukuna and he wrecked your pretty hole, Satoru knew you hadn’t done anything at all.

I’ve n-never kissed before, I’m probably just bad at it.

Please, Satoru, just give this a chance.

It rings in his head, the fact that he could have had you first, you’d have willingly done it too, he bets all he had to do was unzip his slacks and you’d have been on your knees, serving him. You’d have done anything to please him, a pliant, sweet little thing – but you’re not now, are you?

And maybe Satoru loves seeing you like this, open about the body you were insecure and hiding, instead spreading wide, letting Sukuna shove your top up so your cute tits just stare at him. He’s so hard it’s painful, leaking so much pre he’s stuck to his damn boxers, hard to remember Sukuna’s even in the room with his fingers buried inside your hole.

What’s it feel like? Fuck he can’t even imagine how she grips, how tight she is, you’re struggling to take Sukuna’s fingers, he can see the way you’re glistening more and more slick. The way Sukuna controls you is fucking terrifying, how he murmurs something and you utterly comply, he says loosen up – you do. He says to touch your tits – you do.

He can’t tell what Sukuna’s game is, some ploy to make Satoru fucking utterly pathetic? To show him how much you belong to him, and never Satoru? Give him a hint of you just to take you away the moment he can.

Sukuna probably would give you those kids you want.

Sukuna would marry you and you’d still be rich.

A fresh start, what he knows you deserve, the whole reason he pushed you away from him in the first place – but now all he can think of is how badly he wants to bury his face between your thighs, how he just wants to finger your slick cunt until you shatter. Your eyes are rolling back in your skull, your head falling back, a sick torture to a man who can’t stop jerking it to you.

Who can’t cum without picturing that it’s you he’s fucking instead, how fucking pathetic he is without Sukuna’s game.

“C’mere,” Sukuna earns Satoru’s eye roll.

“I’m not doing shit you say.”

“Ask him to come here, if you want brat,” he murmurs to you instead, and you look at Sukuna, blushing and then looking back at Satoru.

“Come here if you want,” you whisper, Satoru damn near sprints to you like some fucking loser – hating himself more and more for what you do, hating you for whatever shit you pulled on him. Satoru’s hand brushes your thigh, tugging it open and moaning out loud at the sight of your soppy lips drooling on Sukuna.

“I know her every spot,” Sukuna smirks and leans forward, pushing his fingers up and down, up and down, over and over, Satoru’s eyeing the drooling mess of your inner thighs as he moves, and your hand clings to Satoru and Sukuna’s shoulders. “I’ve taken real good care of her.”

Satoru says nothing, too fucking lost in how gorgeous you are, he’s never been so hard, never been so leaky, he could cum watching your pleasure. He can smell that sweet arousal, making his goddamn mouth water – after having two girls fight for him, all he can think is how they’re not a goddamn thing compared to you.

Was anyone?

And here you are, close enough to smell, your skin underneath his fingers, scent filling his nostrils, his thumb brushing a hint of slick that’s leaking from your pretty pussy. Satoru who could fuck anyone, Satoru who has fucked anyone but you, choosing to send them home to watch you with someone else.

Yes, he hates you for it, for having the audacity to look utterly beautiful in the soft night lighting of the kitchen on his island, whimpering out with this throaty little sound that has him groaning himself. Sukuna’s leaned over, kissing your lips right in front of Satoru, knowing how badly he wants it – perhaps his own version of twisted fucking payback.

“Cum f’me, pretty lil brat,” Sukuna breathes those words and it’s like again some command you obey – shattering and spasming, indeed squirting all over, droplets hitting his hand as it rests on your inner thigh. “You can give me more, can’t you?”

“S’too much,” you’re clinging tighter to Satoru’s bicep, gushing mess spilling from your little cunt, thigh shaking underneath his hold, he’s so close he has to palm his cock, wincing as he watches your eyes flutter shut. Your hips buck up, his own fingers almost brushing your cute pussy, the one he can’t imagine not having. “Ah! M-messy, fuck… embarassing…”

“Hah, you know I love it,” Sukuna’s kissing you again, before he pulls his fingers back, sucking you off them and moaning.

You must taste sweet.

Satoru’s said nothing, Sukuna’s taking your hand off his shoulder now, placing it on your clit, and Satoru whines.

How can he not at that sight?

“Sukuna?” You ask faintly, looking at him curiously.

“Take some of that and have him suck it off,” Sukuna kisses you once more, looking at Satoru then. “He’ll probably cum in his pants from a taste.”

“Yeah I fuckin’ doubt all that,” he grumbles.

“Wanna suck her off my fingers?”

“Fuck no,” he takes a breath now, shaking his head. “Sure you’re not exaggerating, moaning like she’s dessert?”

“I’m not,” he kisses your swollen lips, you sigh and lean into it. “Come back to bed after he gets his little taste.”

Satoru’s eyes lock with yours, your hand trembling as it glides through your mess you’ve made. “So you squirt all over like that?”

“I guess, it is a little embarrassing,” you’re so goddamn cute.

Why do you have to be?

“I don’t eat girls out,” Satoru says, leaning close to you. “I much rather have my cock sucked.”

“So you don’t need to taste-” you’re going to close your thighs when he holds them open, stepping close.

“I want it, fuck okay? I’d… I’d lick him off you, that’s what you’re doing to me, and acting cute and shit like you’re not.”

“I have no clue what you’re on about,” you lean back now, touching your slit, just a little more open to it, meeting his eyes as you do. “Sukuna loves eating pussy.”

Satoru laughs softly. “Yeah, does he?”

“Mhm,” you slide your fingers into your stretched out hole, Satoru’s eyes almost bulge out of their fucking sockets.

****

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You’ve never done something like this.

Sukuna makes you so bold, he makes you feel sexy, like you are desired and beautiful, Satoru has made you feel terrible – unwanted, undesired, hated for just existing, hollow remnants of what it was like with your parents, with the added sting of his infidelity. Yet now he’s standing here watching you hungrily, his eyes so bright and vivid blue they hurt to look at, speaking insanity.

Why was Sukuna giving you moments with him? What did he see?

“Fingering your cunt like that, do it often?” Satoru taunts, still terrible, even underneath all that calmness, he’s about to become unhinged, his thumb brushing circles near your cunt, lips just a breath away.

“Why don’t you eat girls out, Satoru?” He pauses now, a little flush on a notorious man whore’s cheeks, you sigh as you scoop more of your slick juices all sticky from your quivering cunt.

“I don’t know I never really felt like doing it,” he answers, for the first time maybe honest. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make you cum.”

“You think?” You’re too bold, too brave, sounding more confident than you are, pulling your fingers out and watching them drip.

He steps close to you, between your thighs, his hands on each of them, lips parted and waiting. “I know I would, sweetheart, fuck you so good you’d forget the shit I did.”

“I won’t forget,” your words are soft when you take your fingers and brush the soaking mess against his pretty pink lips. “Suck.”

“You’re ordering me?” You nod and smile, he takes your hand and rolls his eyes. “Fine let’s get it over with.”

Satoru wraps his lips around your fingers, sucking them into his hot mouth, but that’s when it all shifts – his act, the way he was so conceited, no he’s moaning and sucking every bit of your juices off your little fingers in his hot, wet mouth.. Bobbing up and down as he sucks them, leaving you breathless, your heart racing.

He pulls back with a string of saliva and moans, leaning down and licking the mess from your thigh, teeth sinking in, mouth brushing higher. Your hand entangles in his hair, gasping as he goes to the other thigh, licking you all up, like he’s completely and utterly desperate for you.

“Fuck you for tasting like that,” he whispers, lips smacking your skin, standing and hovering over you, hands squeezing brutally. “I hate that you do.”

“Better than the waitress at the party?” You ask, he laughs without humor, like he’s lost it, shaking his head and licking his lower lip, leaving it glossy.

“Yeah, better than her, even though your cunt is so goddamn slutty, so stretched out from him, huh?”

“Yeah, it is,” you smile and he helps you off the counter, leaning so low he’s almost kissing you. “Good night Satoru.”

“Good fucking night.” He leans even closer before rushing off, leaving you so goddamn confused, so breathless, walking into the room and shutting the door, laying your back against it for a moment.

Sukuna’s sitting right there, thighs spread on your bed, his cock leaking so much pre it’s coating it in white, raising a slutty brow as he studies you. “Bet he’s cumming just imagining the chance, but you’re gonna be with me tonight, aren’t you?”

‘Yes,” you walk towards him now, kneeling right between his thighs, lost and fucked up from the high of having these men want you – one, who you thought you loved and now hated, the other one you’re falling in love with.

How stretched can you be?

How many pieces can you have?

Sukuna’s tilting his head, studying your pretty face, sucking in a breath when you stroke his cock tentatively. “Why did you let him taste me?”

“I want all of you,” he whispers, as you kiss his tip lovingly, your mouth on it for the first time. “Every bit, the fucked up you, the damaged you, the parts of you that you don’t wanna see. I want them. I just fucking want you.”

“Wh-”

“Ask me why and I’ll fuck your ass tonight,” you gasp, blushing, and he just stares at you, brushing your hair back and pulling. “I want all of you.”

“I want all of you,” he moans softly – not a whimper or a whine like Satoru can be heard doing from the next room, it’s husky, dark, your tongue lapping around the reddened tip, swirling on the head of him. “Teach me what to do, Kuna.”

“Yeah, ready for that?” You nod eagerly.

“I want to please you, I want you to cum in my mouth,” you whisper, body thrumming, the exhaustion replaced by two straight hits of dopamine.

Ryomen Sukuna wanting you.

Satoru Gojo…

Did he…

Did you care?

You do, you do care and Sukuna knows it, but in this moment all you can think of is how badly you want him to fuck your throat, how you wanna choke on it, swallow it until you’re full. How you want Sukuna to fuck your pain away, make you never think of anything but how you feel.

You want to make him feel good like that.

“Please let me, Kuna.” You whisper, hand not even close to wrapping around his girth.

“You want to suck me, me first, your first?” He whispers, pulling hard on your hair now. You swallow and nod eagerly. “Then open that pretty mouth.”

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Isn’t that what he’s been? Cruel like your parents? He thought it all for your own good – who would want to be with him, he was saving a girl like you, giving you the chance to do your own things. Yet now he lives to already regret it, knowing marks on your neck are hidden, and underneath were hickies, bites from a man he can’t stand.

If they were right about anything, it was ending up with a man like Sukuna – fucking unhinged, in and out of jail for just fighting everyone who pissed him off while in college. Sukuna was notorious for being a dick, for not giving a single fuck about anybody or anything.

Satoru’s unsure what game Sukuna is playing with you that you see anything different.

“Just allow us a moment with her,” your mom stands and he watches you tense up, eyes in horror as you look at the woman in the elegant dress, smiling so sweetly, eyes cold. “We will just have a chat then we can get dessert.”

“We’ll have drinks,” your dad pats his back, smiling at Satoru all friendly. “We’ll not make it too long.”

“I think we are leaving soon,” Satoru says, standing now, feeling apprehensive with the way they each take one of your arms in theirs, like they’re having a fun little pow wow with you. “Right, sweetheart?”

“Um yeah, we have… a movie to see…” You mumble faintly, but they’re already tugging at you.

“We’ll be fast, don’t worry!” Satoru can’t erase the look on your face from his head after that night.

*****

You

It’s quick that their demeanor drops – their fake kindness and saccharine words out of the window, throwing you down on the floor the moment the heavy wood clicks shut – and you know you’re all alone. Satoru surprised you somewhat being kind, but there was no escaping this.

Flashbacks race through your mind as you shrink into yourself, pulling your knees to your chest, tears steadily falling down your cheeks as they stand over you. It’s a conditioned response you’ve had since childhood – shrink down to take up less space, make yourself harder to hit. It’s the girl they raised, the one who submits, who says sorry for every little mistake.

The girl who is never going to be perfect enough, who tries so hard.

Tired.

You’re tired.

"We raised you better than to let rumors fly about you and Ryomen Sukuna,” your father says, words cutting you. Perhaps his cruelty was worse than hers – something about your dad hurting you felt more painful. “Look me in the eyes and show respect.”

“You have me on the floor,” you whisper then, staring at him, his lips pressed in a cruel, terse line. “And speak on having respect?”

“We’re your parents, we did everything for you, have you wanted for anything!?” Your mom’s voice raises ever so slightly, as if she realizes that she lowers it, coming to kneel in front of you. "A common criminal? Are you trying to destroy the alliance we built?”

“Sukuna has his own business,” they laugh at that. “I am an adult, and I can have the friends I want.”

“Some friend, lying to my face,” she grips your hair so hard it pricks you with pain, tugging your hair at the roots. “I raised you not to lie.”

“I’m not–”

“Satoru is the most powerful man in the country, and you’re out whoring around with a jailbird?" Your father’s words burn more than the hair pulling, you look up at his angry face, a mask of feigned disinterest gone. “You’re making our family look bad because you can’t keep your legs closed.”

“I haven’t opened them – ah!” She tugs again, popping you on the mouth and making you wince at the sting.

“Keep it down, since you seem to have even Satoru Gojo falling for your pathetic little tricks.”

“Don’t hurt me,” you whisper, tugging at her wrists, brows lowering. “Get off of me.”

“I’ll do much worse if you don’t go and beg your husband’s forgiveness.” She lets go of you then stands, you get to your knees, just for your father to shove you back down.

Sukuna’s voice rings in your ears – defend yourself, do something, anything. Tell them to get fucked.

Why can’t you do it?

You disappoint your parents, Satoru and now Sukuna. You are an utter disappointment, the realization of disappointing him however hits the hardest, the way he seemed to believe in you when you don’t find yourself truly worthy of it. You take a shaky breath and stand up, hands shaking at your sides.

Could you stand up to them? Satoru was one thing – his cruelty was new, they had done it since you can remember. A trembling fear fills your body as you swallow down spit that threatens to turn into bile, acid already burning your throat, your heart is thudding even faster with every moment as they look at you with cold eyes.

“You both have no right to tell me what to do, especially when he does anything he wants.”

“He’s allowed to,” your father cuts you off once more, stepping closer, and you can’t stop shrinking back. His hits are rare but they always hurt the most. “He’s your husband, he’s a Gojo, you learn your place.”

“My place,” you laugh then, without humor, shaking your head and swiping at your eyes. “What do you mean ‘my place’. I tried with him, do you not realize it’s him who doesn’t want it?”

“Then become more desirable,” your mom cooes those words, touching your chin, making you jerk back.

“If you were fulfilling your duties he wouldn’t be as prone to be with other women, that fault lies on you. Now tell me what exactly you’re doing, running around like a slut and giving us a bad name.”

"Answer him," your mother says, sneering at you as you stay silent, your jaw clenched together so hard it hurts. It clicks when you finally loosen it, sucking a slow breath through your lips.

"I wasn't... we're just friends." Your voice trembles, barely a whisper. 

"Friends? You don’t get to have friends." You shake your head once more, your mom grips your wrist tightly. The fear of the past when she’d beat you and lock you away all spill over the edge again.

Tell them to fuck off.

How, Sukuna? How can I?

"If you ever embarrass us in front of the Gojo clan again, I swear to god you’ll live to regret it.” Your mother is talking, pulling you out of that dreamy fog, the one where you think you could be happy for precious few moments. “You will fix this, will you not?”

You don’t answer fast enough.

"Answer your mother," your dad is looming over you, as you don’t speak, too hurt, too frightened, trying to fight that little girl that wants to cower in a corner, to think of something to say. To be strong.

Are you strong?

You look up, tears still swimming in your eyes, feeling the defeat crushing and overwhelming, suffocating you. "I just don’t understand-"

Crack.

The backhand comes out of nowhere, stunning you completely, heavy and brutal against your skin. His huge gold ring catches your cheekbone, and the force of it snaps your head to the side so quickly you’re dizzy. Tasting copper flooding your mouth with the warmth of the blossoming blood, your lip splitting open against your teeth.

You barely get a moment to process what’s happened when he hits you again, this time harder, and you cry out, falling right back down to your hands and knees you’re so dizzy from the sudden pain. Your blood pressure rises through the roof, the room spinning violently with the sudden pain, a loud thud hitting when you collide with the ground.

All you see are his polished dress shoes and her Monolo Blahniks.

That’s all you would see when they forced you to kneel for hours after getting a B instead of an A. All you would see when they’d tell you to show your respect, all the memories of that scared little girl forming with the woman trying her best to gain any sense of confidence, happiness, identity.

Just that girl all over again. 

"Don't you dare talk back," he snaps as he looks down at you, shaking his hand out as if hitting you hurt him more than it did you. "Ungrateful little bitch. We gave you everything, and you act like a cheap slut in the papers."

What hurts worse, their words, or the hit?

"Get up," your mother says, her voice cold, staring at your bleeding lip with mild annoyance rather than concern. "Fix your face.

How can you stand? How can you do anything when this is your life? You feel tears mixing with the blood on your lips.

“Crying, all the fucking time, can’t ever-”

“The fuck is going on?” The door swings open.

Great, here comes your other bully, to humiliate you, to relish in the pathetic girl who can’t stand up for shit, right?

Satoru’s blue eyes widen when he sees you, and for the first time since you’ve known your ‘husband’ his face is… softer. It’s forlorn, the way his mouth drops open, before he shuts it and scowls at your parents, who immediately act innocent, your dad holds up a hand that has droplets of your blood on it.

“What the fuck?”

“Satoru we were helping you-”

“Helping me by hitting your daughter?” He rushes over to you, you don’t even look at him at first, until he tenderly touches your cheek, exhaling. “Hey.”

You look up, bursting into more tears when you see his expression, seeing the boy you met years ago buried inside whoever this guy was. The little glimpse that had you thinking he’d be your prince and sweep you away from this life – only to cause you more pain than your parents ever could.

Trapped between the three people who hurt you, crying.

Why can’t you do more, be more, say more?

“Say something to me, tell me to fuck off,” he whispers, assessing you to clearly check if you’re all right.

“Fuck off.” You whisper, he smirks sadly, helping you up gently, before stomping over to your father.

“You hit girls? That’s what you like to do?” He shoves him now, pressing your dad against the wall.

“You should discipline her so we don’t have to,” Satoru laughs at that, shaking his head, fist clenching at his side. “We are merely trying to teach her manners.”

“You both will be ruined forever if you touch her again.”

“But-”

“No,” he turns and shuts your mom up now, his eyes furious. “You don’t get to speak. I’ll make sure your entire family is run into the fucking ground, have you all filing bankruptcy when I expose all the shady shit you do.”

They’re suddenly quiet.

You clutch your dress, eyes taking in something that must be some fever dream – why would Gojo care if you got hit? He doesn’t care you exist. Confusion mixes with the relief and gratitude, and a deeper pain – the memory of your longing, the way you craved Satoru, the way you thought yourself in love with him.

It hurts deeper, him.

“Let’s go,” he says then, letting your dad stumble out of his hold, taking your hand in his. “She’s not yours to beat.”

“Gojo come talk-”

He stomps out of the house now, shaky breaths puffing condensation in the air of the night sky, when you pull your hand out. He looks down at you for just a moment – a painfully long moment that steals your breath away.

“Th-thanks…” You whisper, he sighs.

“Thanking me? For what?”

“For… I…” You turn then, picking up your dress, gaining as much distance as you can from him, from this house – suffocating you.

“What the fuck, come back,” you rush off, it’s so dark and you can’t see shit, but you can’t be here.

Gojo can’t comfort you.

What a joke, really, even if you’re thankful, it’s just ludicrous to take comfort in the arms of a man who helped make it worse, even as his blue eyes are filled with concern, and his hands are warm on your shoulders. It scares you then, the way he looks at you, like he could ever understand.

“Just, let me…” he brushes your cheek, you wince a bit at it, he swallows – adam’s apple bobbing. “He hit you.”

“Yeah well, he’s done it before,” you mumble, looking down, avoiding his gaze. “Just not in a while.”

“You never told me…”

“Have you ever tried to find anything out about me?” Your words land, his hand falls then, your cheek is stinging, on fire, burning from your dad’s ring splitting your skin open. “Even if it was some act or something, thanks for stopping him.”

“It was just… fucked up,” he shakes his head, jaw setting then. “My dad hit me too, but you’re just… a girl. And…” He trails off, leaving the two of you standing there in the night, in the darkness, you barely hold yourself together, hugging your own body, feeling his gaze drift.

“You shouldn’t have been hit either,” you say softly, sighing and shutting your eyes. “I may hate you but you don’t deserve it any more than I do.”

He says nothing, it’s almost pitch black aside from the stars illuminating the sky and the distant porch lights of your parents mansion, a cold place you thought once Gojo would save you from. Idiotic, idealistic thoughts that somewhat came to fruition in a sense.

In another sense, you got punished because of him.

The silence hangs heavy between you both, his eyes looking right through you, yours avoiding him, tears falling down your cheeks.

You miss Sukuna.

Sukuna would have probably punched your damn dad in the face though, fuck he may have smacked your mom too, and that would have been a debacle. Gojo handled it well and got you out of there without further word – but it all made you realize just how terrible it’ll be when you both do divorce.

You’ll always be a failure.

“If I knew I…”

“What, wouldn’t have been evil? I doubt it,” you swipe your tears now, shaking your head. “Did you think my parents were good people?”

“I didn’t know they hit their grown daughter in the fucking face, that your dad would call you that shit…” He turns a bit, disgusted. “God what he said to you, and you took it.”

“It’s true, I did fail,” Satoru’s lips part, then close. “I failed at being good enough for Satoru Gojo, the only job I ever had to do. And I failed it, utterly, completely. He’s not wrong.”

“He is wrong.”

“He’s not, I did, and I am a ‘whore’ like he said. I am with another man, and I couldn’t keep you interested. God I don’t think you even looked at me until I came home with marks, then only out of spite,” Satoru grabs your shoulders then.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Fucking just do it,” you do, and his tears are in his eyes, making you gasp out in shock. “I am sorry that I caused him to hit you. I’m so, so fucking sorry I caused them to hit you.”

“You didn’t–”

“Yes I fucking did,” you shake your head.

“They’d do it anyway for something, okay?”

“Has it ever been that bad?” You swallow nervously, eyes closing, tears falling and dripping down your chin. “Answer me.”

“No, never that bad, he’s never hit me that hard in the face,” you touch it gingerly. “Usually he kept it in places no one saw.”

“What?”

“We’re more alike than we thought,” you admit, sad for the boy Gojo was then. “Is that why you became so cruel?”

He says nothing.

“It’s how we were raised, who we become to an extent, but Satoru I didn’t choose cruelty, you did,” you turn away then, looking out in the distance a bit, wind whipping your hair around. “You didn’t have to be that cruel to me, just because they hurt you. You chose that.”

You go to walk and he tugs you against him, your back against his chest, arms wrapping your body, tears hot on your neck. “I’m sorry, fuck I am sorry they hurt you like that.”

“Please, don’t,” you pull off, turning to look up at him, barely able to keep his tears in, and your own won’t stop. “You don’t get to comfort me, not after what you’ve done.”

“Then who will right now?” He gently cups your face, swiping the stinging tears. “Let me do one right fucking thing for you, before you never have to see me again.”

“You did, you took me out of there,” you take a breath, shaking, lips trembling so hard you bite them to stop. “I do thank you for that, Satoru.”

Fuck.

You’ve never said that – his name. It feels odd on your lips.

“Sorry I know you told me never to call you that.” You whisper, lips trembling, wishing you could get yourself together, even as your cheek burns and your stomach feels so twisted in knots. You watch his jaw clench, the stars and moon bright and as silvery as that hair that’s usually perfect falling over a brow.

“Thanking me when I caused it?” He laughs without humor, studying you ever so carefully. “Don’t thank me. He’d have not hit your face if I didn’t do what I did.”

“I don’t know the answer to that, but what’s it matter? It’ll all be done soon, and you can go live your life, I’ll live mine.” You grip his wrists now. “But don’t act like you care suddenly, don’t play that game. That’s an even crueler one.”

He leans down too low then, kissing your cheek, both of you sobbing as you stand there together. “You’re just a girl, and you were just a kid, okay? Don’t deserve that shit.”

“I didn’t deserve you being cruel either,” he sniffles as he tries to hold back his own upset, and your eyes are swimming, barely able to see. “I don’t deserve any of this. I’ve done nothing but try, God I tried so hard just to make you like me. Even when I watched you fucking her, I still tried, I did. I wanted to be good, to not fail everyone.”

“You didn’t fail shit,” is all he says, and he holds you, letting you sob, even as you smack at his chest. “Just let me hold you for a minute, fuck… you need it.”

“Not you, not you,” you whisper, trembling, sobbing so much you’re limp, until you do snuggle to him, sighing sadly, feeling him trying, that comfort.

The longing.

The yearning for the Gojo you thought was your prince, rescuing you from a tower. Yet Gojo is damaged just like you, just like Sukuna, but he clearly couldn't handle it.

You had become the perfect, subservient girl. Sukuna apparently had a rough patch and left it all. Satoru let his vengeance and hatred for it all change him.

You're sad for that boy, but the man that's been so fucking cruel? You're still scared.

“It doesn’t change anything, but I do thank you… for stopping it.”

“Yeah,” he has no words now, he just picks you up suddenly in his arms, ignoring your protests, cradling you too delicately, like a man would on his wedding night.

Never yours though.

“Don’t carry me, I can walk.”

“Just let me.” You’re too tired to argue, when he sets you in the limo, and he keeps holding you.

You’re too exhausted and weak to stop him from putting an ice pack on your cheek once you're home, from cleaning the cut carefully. You both say nothing for a while, an odd silence falling over two people that hate each other – two people who lived the same lives, and ended up so different.

One, too cruel. One, too kind.

One, too strong. One, too weak.

Yet here you both were – mirror images of the same life, the same abusive streak, quietly not hating each other for a few moments. When he takes you to bed, he still hasn’t said a word, and you should let him go to bed, not try to reach out, to know better than forgive what he’s done.

You don’t forgive it, but for a moment you get him just a bit, and maybe Satoru gets you.

“Satoru,” he turns, looking to you with sad blue eyes, as you fiddle a bit with the big sweater he through on you. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for shit.” His words are harsh, the pain in them prevalent, the two of you quiet.

“I will, because you didn’t have to interfere,” your eyes meet his, and your heart breaks for who he could be – a man righting wrongs, maybe with a heart in there.

Are you foolish? Do you just want to see good in someone, or do you see those parts of yourself buried within him.

“I wish I could know the Satoru Gojo that stood up for me tonight, but I won’t get to. So I just hope you show that to the next girl, the one who has your heart. Don’t hide it with whatever narcissistic bullshit you did with me.”

He says nothing again, sighing, fingers tapping at the sides on his thighs. “You’re too nice,” he says, gripping your door handle tightly, not looking at you. “I'll make sure they never hit you again. Even after we separate.”

You blink a bit. “You can't promise that.”

“I'll ruin their reputations and make sure they never do that shit again, that's what they care about anyway.” You just look down at your lap, at the ribbons and lace on the edge of the sweater. “Think I don't wanna take them down with my own family?”

“Well I guess I wish you some luck in that,” you admit, laying down, feeling his gaze on you. “It was nice having a night where you weren't…”

“Fucking terrible?”

“Yeah,” you yawn a bit, eyes suddenly heavy. “You didn't deserve it either. Being a boy doesn't make you somehow tougher.”

Satoru's footsteps fade, the door shuts, leaving you alone, when your phone rings.

Sukuna.

You barely are able to answer it then without sobbing all over.

“Sukuna?”

“I felt something went wrong, you never wrote to me, I sound like a simpy little bitch. And… are you… what happened!?”

“I'll tell you when I see you okay?” You swallow nervously, gingerly touching your own cheek with cool fingers. “But let’s just say it was a bad night.”

There’s a long pause. “Did he fucking do something?”

“He was oddly kind, it was my… dad…”

It's quiet then, you suck in a breath, eyes shut, waiting for him to speak.

“I'm coming the fuck over.” You blink.

“You can't! You're out of town and I'm okay.”

His sigh hurts your heart and soul, longing for a person you don’t know well yet filling you. You want him to hold you, kiss you, tell you the world is just gone and it’s you two. “Then you're coming over tomorrow.”

“I think I can do that… we just have to be careful.” Your voice is ever so soft, barely over a whisper through the phone.

“Maybe I just want to hold you, think of that?”

“Yeah? Just hold me?” You yawn then, eyes fluttering shut. “Won’t you kiss me too?”

“You're sleepy,” you nod, knowing he can't see, snuggling up. “Then just… fucking keep me on until you crash. Will you just do that?”

“Mhm,” you fade, listening to him, your body hurting, your heart torn, tummy still aching with the nausea from what happened. “Night Kuna.”

You think he says it back. 

The dreams are haunting, Sukuna tugging you against him, Satoru on his knees crying. And for once you don't hate Satoru, you feel bad for the boy he is, his head in your lap, Sukuna's buried against your neck. 

It's blissful.

Then they tug.

Tug, tug, tug at you, Satoru dragging you down, Sukuna pulling you up.

Can you not break apart?

*****

Sukuna

It takes almost nothing to find your home.

First off, Satoru was basically public knowledge – second off, the ostentatious mansion was utterly ridiculous. His fists bang on the door rather than pressing the little ring system, he’d rushed to get home as soon as he heard your voice last night. It had him sick to his stomach just wondering what the fuck Gojo was doing – but to know your fuck ass parents were near you too?

It’s more and more tempting to kidnap you, steal you away from him and everyone, hide you from whoever the fuck thought they had some claim on you. Especially toxic ideas swim in his mind, keeping you where no one would find you, making sure you’re nice and occupied.

Sukuna never even thought of kids until he pictured how pretty you’d be knocked up with his babies, give you so many you can make your own little family and forget what the fuck you know. His fist bangs on the door once more, finally getting opened up by a butler raising a brow.

Of course Satoru would have a butler.

Sukuna was almost as rich, but he can’t even imagine that shit, though it sort of fits with ‘pretty boy satoru’ as they all used to call him. He enjoyed the finer things a little too much for someone trying to fight so hard not to do what his parents said. It’s not even the fact that he doesn’t wanna be with you, that’s to Sukuna’s benefit – it’s the way he’s dragging you down.

If he wanted to, he could just let you go.

Sukuna knows he’s obsessed, psychotic for a girl he barely knows, but even now all he can think of is decking Satoru in the face, throwing you over his shoulder and making you live with him instead. He knows what he likes and he knows it’s you, since the moment he saw you in the door of his gym.

“Where’s your Nepo baby boss?” Sukuna asks, smirking all mean when Satoru stomps over, glaring. “Hey best buddy.”

“The fuck are you doing here?” He demands, Sukuna side steps the butler, grinning right at him, just an inch taller than Gojo, but it was enough to make him happy.

“Checking in on our girl,” Satoru scoffs, gripping Sukuna’s wrist when he goes to pat his cheek. “Ours for now, that is. Hope you’ve got your lawyers on it, yeah? Or that all talk?”

“You have no right to be in my fucking house, or talking to my wife.”

“Your wife?” Sukuna laughs now, smacking his thigh, when a girl walks right up to the porch behind him. He looks at her curiously, Satoru sighs.

“What are you doing here, Jennifer? I said not today.”

“But Satoru,” she runs up to him now, Sukuna snorts as he sees her hugging on Satoru, a slutty mess with a dumb fucking secretary costume. Surely she can’t be actually wearing that shit to work? “I missed you!”

“Not now,” he says tersely, shoving her wrists off him. Sukuna's red eyes narrow, lips curved up in a smirk.

“This is your mistress, right?”

“Sukuna get the fuck out,” Satoru steps past the pouty girl. “Seriously.”

“Over her,” his words smack Satoru clearly, he watches his blue eyes lower just a bit. “You’re fuckin’ serious? Over her?”

“You don’t know shit,” he opens his mouth just as you walk out, and when Sukuna sees your face, his heart fucking pounds, anger swelling up at the sight of bruising on your cheek, darkness under an eye. Satoru looks right at you too, as you pause, taking the three of them in, before landing on him.

“Sukuna?” Your words are soft, fiddling with your hands just a bit in front of yourself, blinking glassy eyes. “You’re here?”

He ignores whatever protest Satoru was saying, ignores that average ass secretary that’s almost laughable as a preference over you, all he sees is your bruised face. He cups it gently, glaring across your features, your little hands grip his wrists, shaky and trembling, tears slipping on your cheek.

“The fuck did they do?” He demands, teeth clenched now. “What’s their goddamn address?”

“You can’t! Sukuna…”

“What’s their address? I just wanna talk,” you sigh, shaking your head, earning his glare. “I’m serious. I’ll look it up.”

“You can’t make things worse, please,” you’re already shaking even more, your breaths coming quicker and quicker. “Please don’t do anything. I know they’re already so mad at me.”

“Can’t be mad if they’re buried.”

“Sukuna!”

He raises his brows. “You’d miss those fucks, really?”

“You need to go,” Satoru says then, stepping between you both, pushing Sukuna back. “I took care of her just fine.”

“Oh did you!? Then why the fuck does she have a black eye?” Sukuna shoves Satoru, who shoves him right back, until the two of them damn near kill each other.

“Please don’t fight,” you murmur softly, They freeze at your quiet words, turning to look at you. The sight of you all bruised, emotional and pleading making them both quiet for just a moment, the tension and hatred radiating in the air. “Gojo did help, I promise.”

“Doesn’t change shit about him,” Sukuna shoves Satoru one last time, sending him stumbling into the counter with a clatter of dishes, Jennifer is panicking, annoying as fuck in Sukuna’s ear. “Don’t you deserve your face rearranged?”

“You’ll make it worse for her, you don’t understand them.”

“Don’t I?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair, looking at you.

That’s when Sukuna sees it.

In no world does Satoru not want you – written all over his dumb fucking face. For you not to know clearly just showed how deep your insecurities ran, because there’s no denying the love struck, down bad, wanna be pussy drunk off you – expression  Satoru Gojo wears. Sukuna knew it was bullshit anyway, but to actively see proof of his longing makes him furious.

He gets it, he barely knows you but to think of another man’s hands on your pretty body, especially this arrogant, cocky little shit? It makes him nauseous. Furious. Sick.

“I will handle them, not like it’s any of your business,” Satoru says, his focus still locked on you, but your own gaze had shifted, landing on the woman now framed in the kitchen doorway.

“Couldn’t last a day without her?” You ask, your voice suddenly cold, just the sound of the strength in it makes Sukuna ache – even as Satoru tenses up from it. “Even right now? After everything I went through I have to see that?”

“I didn’t ask her –”

“Baby what happened to your face?” She runs up, gasping and cupping her face. “Mrs. Gojo, are you okay?”

Sukuna contemplates hitting a woman, he wouldn’t feel bad but he’d definitely do jail time – jail time meant less of you.

“Come home with me for the night,” you blush furiously, head down now, biting on your lip. “You don’t need to see them tonight.”

“Jennifer isn’t staying –”

“But SATORU I just really need you!” She’s clinging to him again, Sukuna would almost feel sorry if it wasn’t perfect, for him to have a dumb psycho clinger who’s half as attractive as his own wife.

A wife Sukuna plans on taking.

Giving you his name so he never has to hear ‘Mrs. Gojo’ again.

Psychotic thoughts, but there they are, swirling in his mind, images flitting of fucking you on the way to your honeymoon, taking you against a wall at the reception. No way he doesn’t just constantly fuck your pretty cunt once he finally gets a chance.

“You’re not going with him,” Satoru takes your wrist now, Sukuna flings it off, glaring at the blue eyed freak. “Sukuna get the fuck out.”

“How can you tell me not to?” You ask then, raising a brow. “With all you do, what right do you have?”

“You don’t know him,” he leans low, words quiet, Sukuna watches you step back, losing that nerve he’s worked hard for you to build up. “You don’t know shit about Sukuna. You can’t go with him.”

“I will,” you murmur then, looking back up to meet his eyes. Sukuna smiles, pride filling his eyes as he watches your fists clench. “I’ll be careful so I don’t… piss them off more.”

“Careful? They’re all the fuck over this place,” he shakes his head now.

“I’ll get her out without being seen,” Satoru scowls over at him, his hands on your shoulders, The sight made Sukuna want to rip those arms the fuck off and beat him with them. “I’ll take good care of her, better than you have. What kind of man sees this happen and just what… gives them a good talking to?”

“You think I didn’t wanna beat him?”

“Him,” Sukuna frowns, then looks at you, realization dawning all over his face. “Your dad did that shit?”

“Yes, um,” you take Sukuna’s hand now, so small compared to one of his massive ones it swallows it. “I’m going with him for tonight Okay?”

Satoru says nothing.

“Not okay I mean… I am. I am going. I appreciate last night, but that doesn’t mean we’re suddenly good, and it certainly doesn’t mean I’m going to have you locking me up and making me listen to you two fuck all night.”

Sukuna snorts.

Jennifer gasps, her hand flying to her mouth in feigned horror. “Satoru, you’ll let her talk to you like that?”

“Shut up god,” he grumbles, earning her lips trembling, dramatic crying ensues without a single tear. Sukuna grimaces in disgust.

“Even you could probably do better, fuckboy,” you tug at his hand, shaking your head. “What?”

“Don’t be mean to her,” you murmur, looking down then. “Won’t make anything better.”

“Oh it will, let me just get a couple jokes in and maybe punch-”

“Sukuna,” you cut him off now, stepping closer. His heart breaks at your pretty face beat the fuck up like that, your tears that are always in your pretty eyes.

Do you ever get a fucking break?

“I’ll go with you,” you say softly, looking at Gojo then. “I’m going.”

“Yeah,” he laughs without humor, hands in his pockets, eyeing Sukuna levelly, hatred just radiating. Sukuna grins right back at him, deepening Satoru’s scowl. “Have her back tonight.”

“Nah, the morning though,” you blush even under your bruises, burying your face against his shoulder. “If she wants to come back. If not? I don’t give a fuck what you threaten, I won’t bring her.”

“You really think you know her, that you have some claim on her?” Satoru demands, blue eyes narrowing in on him.

“And what, you do? Don’t you want ‘anyone but her’?”

It’s quiet, Satoru’s mouth shuts, you tense against him, he feels how tightly you’re holding his arm. “You don’t know shit, Sukuna.”

“You’re dumb as shit, Satoru,” he hugs you against him tightly. “Letting her go? Should thank you for being a fucking idiot.”

“She’s still my wife.”

*****

You

“For now, she’ll come back when she wants, not gonna control her any fucking more, any of you. Dumb ass parents, I don’t care. They can come for me, too.” Satoru says nothing, but you feel the weight of his stare, when you look behind your shoulder, and his eyes are devastated.

Was there more to Gojo?

Did you really want to know, anymore? Could you handle that, when he has Jennifer running up to him, the woman he said – wait, let me cum first – and you had to listen to it? You can’t just forgive him – that’s what the old you would do. Give up, forgive, try to please, all the things you did as a daughter.

Not anymore. You turn away, ignoring the burning gaze against your back, breathing the air when Sukuna sneaks you in his car quickly, and tugs you in for a kiss, brutal at first, before you suck in a breath of pain. He pauses, pulling back, his thumb touching your lip carefully.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper. “I want you.”

“Don’t say that shit,” he kisses you again, hungry and mean, hand tugging your body against his chest. “I’ll fuck you right in front of the Gojo mansion, huh? See his dumb, creepy ass blue eyes cry.”

“Insane,” you giggle though, brightening your face, Sukuna’s expression softens at it, swallowing. His adam’s apple bobs up and down when he brushes your hair back. “You came for me.”

“Of course I did, brat wouldn’t tell me what happened, tsk…” You’re met with another kiss, before he pulls back and starts the car. “I want you to let me know who I have to beat to death.”

Sukuna Ryomen was just a little insane. But you’re pretty sure you love that.

“Can I sleep on your shoulder?” You ask softly, he just nods, and you rest your uninjured cheek, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m so exhausted.”

“You can sleep the whole time you’re there.”

“I didn’t uh… bring clothes to stay all night.”

“Then you’ll just have to be naked.”

“Sukuna!” He chuckles, before sighing, an arm tugging you closer, his lips brushing your temple.

“What do you do to me, huh?” You’re too comfortable to respond.

*****

When you come to, you’re being carried into Sukuna’s penthouse, you cling tightly to his neck and yawn, stirring a bit, he curses then when he sees Yuuji, with a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Kid, what are you doing here?”

“Just needed some things I… oh shit…” Sukuna eases you down, Yuuji frowns and runs toward you, sweet brown eyes shimmering with tears. “What happened?”

“A long story,” his fingers hover over your face.

“Let me put this down, I’ll get some ice?”

“No, no, I’m okay,” you take his hand in yours, smiling sadly. “Don’t worry for me, promise it’s fine.”

Yuuji looks over your head at Sukuna, you can all but feel the way they communicate ever so quietly, his fingers wrapping yours now. “If something happens and Sukuna isn’t in town, I will get you.”

“You don’t need to-”

“I will.” He says it more firm now. “Sukuna can give you my number, right? If you ever need me.”

“Yuuji you’re too sweet for this world,” Sukuna is quiet when you kiss Yuuji’s cheek, emotions making your throat close up. “I really appreciate you.”

You’re crying before you can stop it.

Someone caring like this, for you? It’s almost too much, you’re such a wreck Yuuji gives you a little hug, patting your back. “It’s nothing, really. Now don’t hug me too long he’ll get mad at me.”

You manage a shaky smile, when Yuji murmurs to Sukuna, you can’t hear, instead turning and waving to him when he leaves. “I feel so bad, to worry him.”

“The kid just cares,” his voice is gruff now. He reaches out, cupping your uninjured cheek in one of his big hands. His touch impossibly gentle as he strokes the skin there, trying his best not to hurt you. His eyes drop to the angry bruise marring the other side of your face, red eyes darkening as they study you.

“He’s dead,” Sukuna watches your eyelashes tremble, little tears forming droplets on them. “Your dad, I'll fucking kill him. Then beat your dumb fucking husband.”

You suck in a breath. “Sukuna, don’t say that. I'm okay.”

“You're not,” he cuts you off, hands slipping down your shoulders, feeling you shivering, rage fucking filling him. “I am tired of you getting abused and I just met you.”

“Abused…”

“That’s the goddamn term, y’know that right?” You shake your head, earning his sigh. “Aren't you tired of it?”

That question.

Aren't you tired of it?

You nod just a bit, feeling him tug you closer, dragging your body against his, a hand on the small of your back. You feel everything bubbling over the surface, the memories of the cruelty of Satoru, the cruelty of your parents.

“I am tired, fuck I'm tired,” You're barely holding it back, breaths coming faster, hands gripping his shirt. “I'm so tired of it. Of trying to be perfect and failing. All I do is fail.”

“No, they failed,” he tilts your chin up. “Failed fuck ass parents, shitty failed husband. You didn't fail shit.”

“But here I am, with you, I'm not there being perfect. I'm being selfish, wanting you, wanting this. To be consumed by you,” he eases back, lips parted. “This isn't just fun to me and I don't do it lightly. I know the position I'm putting you in and I feel horrible.”

“Don't,” he whispers, voice hoarse, breath dancing along your lips. “No one touches you.”

You lick your lips, drawing his gaze to them. “Sukuna…”

“No one, ever again.” He leans in closer, his face now just an inch from yours, stealing your very breath from your lungs. “Just let me take care of them.”

“Take care of them,” your heart hammers in your chest at the insinuation, your hands slipping slowly up his chest. “I don’t want you having to do that, get involved in this mess that’s my life more than you already are.”

“Too late,” you laugh, breathless then.

“Too late? You’re insane, Ryomen Sukuna. You know that?” You brush your lips on his, tentatively, but it’s over for him once you do, walking you back against the wall, lifting you in his arms like it’s nothing. You exhale into his mouth, letting his huge hands take you over. “Mnh…”

“The sounds you fuckin’ make,” he kisses down your neck, teeth sinking in, earning your gasp in his ear. “Fuck I want to mark every inch of you. Have him see what he fucked up on.”

“He doesn’t –”

“Oh, he does,” he pulls back, smirking at you, his face is dangerous then, a deadly look in his eyes that ruins you. “He wants you so goddamn bad it’s pathetic, I looked right at him today.”

You blink in confusion. “If he does at all, it’s because you want me, not because of anything else.”

“Yeah I wish that were true,” he sighs, kissing you again, careful not to hurt you, the effort making him shake. “It’s written all over his face, but for whatever dumb fucking reason he has, I’m glad he doesn’t touch you. I couldn’t fucking handle it.”

“He kissed me…” Sukuna’s hold tightens, you squeak damn near. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you. It was like… some power play.”

“Then I’ll fuck away the memory of it,” you’re blushing when he carries you to his room, laying you right on his bed, spreading your thighs and sinking his heavy weight over you. “If you don’t tell me to stop right now…”

Your mind is reeling, still so dizzy and conflicted from the past couple of days – was it a toxic part of you that felt bad for Satoru? After all he’d done, and likely what he still was doing, but knowing all he’d been through, some part of you still feels guilty underneath Sukuna.

Another part of you feels so fucking good underneath this man. The way he looks at you – like there’s nothing else, utterly consumed, his kisses igniting your entire body on fire, sucking your breath with the intensity of them. It feels right like this, it feels like you can’t get enough of each other, it’s as if Sukuna just knows you.

No one knows you – even yourself – but he does. He sees you, the tired heiress trying to be perfect and hurting, sees more than what everyone has always perceived you to be. It’s insanity when you’re rolling your hips, feeling his cock pressing right over your clothed cunt, dripping through the thin cotton until it’s sticky, aching and throbbing for more.

“Mmm, stop me,” he says again, leaned up on his hands now, you cup his face, tracing the tattoo running down his neck, watching his pink lashes flutter. “Don’t be all cute and shit, I’ll throw your ass in a mating press.”

“Sukuna what?” You giggle at him, he’s very serious though.

“A full nelson, after your first time,” you’re laughing against his lips, arching up for more of him. “First time should be missionary, yeah?”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, isn’t full nelson… mmm… like a wrestling move?” He chuckles, kissing your nose for just a moment, leaning up to slide a thigh between yours, pressure having your eyes flutter shut.

“You’re too fucking cute, I’ll corrupt you if you don’t stop me,” his voice darkens then, eyes almost black with lust, you suck in a breath as your cunt drools down his well muscled thigh. “I will not feel bad about it, either, fucking your cunt and pumping it so full.”

Your answer is a soft, desperate whine, one of his hands tilting your chin up with two fingers, breath ghosting your lips.

 “I’ll burn everything to the ground for you,” his words are insanity – met with his face, furious, possessive eyes that steal your breath.

“Burn everything?” You whisper, lost in his eyes – that red ring around pitch obsidian, his devious, insane fucking grin.

“I’ll kill anyone who ever made you cry. I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you the wrong way, once you’re all mine, think I care if they’re your parents?”

“You c-can’t mean all that,” you shake your head, clutching even tighter. “You don’t hardly know me, what if I… what if I…” You suck in a breath, tears swimming and blurring your vision. “What if I disappoint you?”

“You couldn’t,” his voice is softer, his expression growing serious. “You could not disappoint me.”

“You don’t know it, I feel it’s all I do.”

“That’s them,” Sukuna’s hands slip up your sides, easing your top off over your head carefully, moaning at the sight of your tits bouncing right out. “I’ll fuck any memory of it out, fuck you so hard all you can do is babble, drool. Not think a single thing in your pretty head.”

Fuck.

“You want it?” He asks then, voice a low rumble, his hair falling ever so slightly over his brow, huge frame hovering on top of you. “Do you want me to make it all go away for you?”

“Yes,” your answer is clearly enough for him, he slips off his shirt, showing those tensed muscles, the tattoos curving right with his body. You run your fingers down them, but he grabs your hand.

“Touch yourself,” you blush even now, even half naked with him, as he slips down your pants, tugging them off and leaving you in just your panties, hair splayed out all over the silk pillows that smell like him. “Show me what you learned.”

You slip your fingers over the ruined material of soaked panties, ever so softly pressing up in the fabric, soft whine drank from his lips. The pain from your lip makes you hiss, he pulls off and runs a thumb across the mark.

“I’ll kill them,” he says again – and you believe him. You believe him when he positions himself lower, sucking one of your nipples into his hot, eager mouth, making your back arch. “Should fill you with me, all of me, until you don’t want to leave.”

“Ah!” He’s kissing lower, hands bruising in their grip of your waist, tongue licking a filthy trail down your stomach.

“How can you leave if you can’t walk, huh? Pretty little brat,” he whispers, your hand still running circles when he’s even lower, pressing them more firmly where they need to be. “Good girl.”

"Sukuna, please," you whimper, your fingers leaving your soppy cunt and tangling in his hair, pulling at the pink strands. “Please, I need you.”

With a slow, deliberate tug, he removes the barrier of your panties, the fabric tearing away easily, the cool air hits your wet heat for a split second before his fingers are there, so warm and rough, sliding through your slick folds.

"So fucking wet for me," he groans out those words, his gaze fixed on where his fingers are playing with you, sliding up and making your clit twitch in response. He circles your clit with a precision that steals your breath, your hips bucking up to chase the sensation. "Look at you, dripping. All for me."

“All you, ngh!” He’s nudging your thighs apart with broad shoulders, the heat of his skin seeping through your inner thighs, his tongue licking from your ass all the way to your clit. “Sukuna, want more. Want you inside.”

“Fuck,” you can see him rutting his cock on the matress, glaring up at you even with your slick on his mouth. “Don’t test my patience, brat. I’ll fucking break you if I put it in like this.”

“I want it,” he shakes his head, dragging you by your ass to his mouth, tongue slipping in your hole, feeling it quiver around his wet muscle. “Kuna…”

“Mmph,” he lifts his head again, running two fingers and sinking them in, watching your swollen folds suck them greedy. “Your first time, and you’re all slutty like this?”

“Shh,” you touch his lips, he nips your finger, looking at you as he curls his thick digits in your hole – moving up and down at a maddening pace, the pressure so much you feel dizzy. “Don’t be mean.”

“To you? Hah,” he flicks his tongue, groaning as you gush down his face. “This is sweet for me. Only for you.”

His words and his tongue fucking end you too quick, you barely have time to arch your hips and he hits your spot, making you gush syrupy arousal all down him. “Lemme suck you please.”

“Your lip hurts,” his words are surprisingly gentle, when he sucks your clit in his mouth and hums, drawing every bit of pleasure from your body. “Not tonight.”

“See? Mean,” he chuckles, standing and removing his pants, you blush when you look at him fully, he’s massive, his cock so thick and heavy, veins wrapping around the length of it. “Oh…”

“Oh,” he chuckles at your cute little expression, kneeling back over you, dragging you by your thighs down to the center of your bed, the way he handles you is addictive, but the way he looks at you is life ruining. “Sure you can take it, tiny little cunt, never been fucked.”

“I wanna try,” you whisper, whining out when his fat leaky cockhead brushes down your slit, pressing into your hole and making you gasp out. “Ah!”

“Last chance,” he says it through gritted teeth, hovering over you, his weight heavy on your body. “I won’t go easy on you once you get used to my shape. I’ll fuck you every position, fuck my loads of cum right back inside.”

You’re spasming just around his tip, he pauses and hovers over you, even now wanting you to make the decision. As dominant as he is, you are the initiator in all of your encounters. Sukuna clearly wants you to show that side of yourself.

You reach a hand down, wrapping a fist around his cock and pressing in, whining out in pleasure and pain as he slips further. “That's it, taking what you want. Good girl.”

He lifts a thigh, your nails press into his biceps, gasping when there is a prick of pain. He pauses again, looking at your face, brows lowering, cock pulsing already.

“Touch yourself again,” he orders softly, you reach down and rub your clit as he eases back out, then presses in once more. You're so full of him, you feel him everywhere. “Breathe, you can take me.”

You exhale, eyes locking with his, cunt struggling to fit his massive cock, but every little circle of your clit and his kisses, his touches, have you taking more. “So big you’re… s'big I j-just… feel…”

Sukuna shoves his cock in half way, your hips buck up, finger slipping with how wet you are, gasping as his cock stretches your walls. He barely moves at first, breaths coming in heavy, kissing down your neck, your cheek, pulling out and making you feel so empty before shoving his cock inside you fully.

“Kuna! Ngh!” You're drunk off the first few strokes, achingly slow, pumping your cunt so full, stretching her out. Sukuna groans and leans back, eyeing your cunt now, moaning and sinking his fingers into your hips.

“Look at that, hah,” his eyes are so black they're insane, his grin psychotic as he sees the way his cock moves in your pelvis. “Filling you up like this, hitting that cervix. Didn't I promise to… hah, bruise it?”

You can only nod and roll your eyes back when he does just that, pressing into your cervix and just rolling his hips. “Ah!”

“Fuck you're so tight,” he pauses now, exhaling. “Fit so perfect though, she's taking me so well. Like it's made for it.”

The praise and the way he looks at you is overwhelming, tears slipping from your eyes a mix of pleasure and so much more you can't even describe. He thumbs your clit now, eyes watching where he's splitting you open on his cock, you blush when you see just a hint of blood.

“I'm um… it's… mnh!” Sukuna thrusts hard, taking the bit of blood on his thumb and just lapping it up, it makes his lips crimson, you suck in a breath when he leans back down. His long pink tongue laps the remnants of your long gone innocence off his lower lip. “Kuna…”

“Can you take more?” He whispers, husky and hoarse, you nod eagerly. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else." That's when Sukuna loses the gentleness, the ease. Once he can feel your cunt has accommodated his shape, he moves.

He grips the plush of your thighs, pushing your knees up toward your chest to angle himself deeper, and bottoms out as much as he can in your snug little hole. The wet slap of his heavy balls against your ass where all the wetness is pooling echoes obscenely in the room, mixed with your desperate little cries, his gutteral moans.

The angle pushes him right on your cervix, and when he presses you can already feel yourself getting close. You’re so full, never having had more than his fingers, to have his girthy nine inches just buried inside your puffy cunt was almost too much. The stretch burns, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you dizzy, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, pushing him to thicken more.

"Fuck, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” you blink back emotions when he leans down, pressing your knees parallel with your head, folding you right in half. “Cum, pretty little brat, cum f’me yeah? Let go."

Let go.

The words mean more than his cock breaking you, the way he cups your face even as he slams his cock so deep you see stars, and you shatter for him, cumming so hard you’re blinded, dizzy and almost faint from it. It hits so hard you can’t think, he lets your thighs down just a bit, driving into you harder, gripping your hand tight and lacing your fingers together.

He pauses for a moment, to get a breath, you’re pinned against the mattress under his weight, maybe the only thing keeping you tethered to earth while he fucks every thought right out of your head.

“Kiss me again, please,” you whisper, but he’s already lowering his mouth for you, so intimate when he slows his pace, getting close. His mouth is swallowing your gasps, kissing you messy and deep.

“M’gonna fill your cunt up, can you take it all?” You nod and he pulls back, leaned up on a hand, the other gripping one of your tits, littered with marks from his mouth. “Fill you up so full of me, drip me all out in his dumb fuckin’ mansion, huh?”

Sukuna is insane.

Sukuna’s cumming inside you, throbbing and pouring white ropes and flooding you, tongues messy and slipping together over and over. You’re flooded with his warmth, pushing you to shatter again, a lighter, softer orgasm that leaves you a sweaty, desperate little mess. He’s lapping the salty slick of that sheen of sweat off the crook of your neck, slowing down his movements.

The reality of what you’ve done should hit, right? That you lost your virginity to Sukuna, that his cum is inside you, that you’re married. Yet you can’t find it in your heart to feel bad, not when he looks at you like that, when he whispers your name with filthy little declarations of affection.

Your first time is with Ryomen Sukuna.

*****

Sukuna

You’re trembling underneath his heavy weight, breaths coming in shallow pants as he eases out his cock that’s coated in your slick, tinges of red and swirls of white. He parts your thighs and moans at the sight of how much of his cum you took, oozing from your wrecked hole, so much that floods out. He exhales, fingers trailing across puffy lips, making your hips jolt up.

“Ah!” He pauses, concern all over his features.

“Did I hurt you? Tiny little cunt, she took too much, huh?” He murmurs, struggling not to be too vulnerable with you, but how can he not be, when you’re like this? Trusting him to be your first.

He hasn’t even been someone’s first, has he already fucked it up, went too hard on you? Has he -

You drag him down for a kiss, leaning up on your elbow now, hair falling off your shoulders. Your lips still coated in just a hint of blood, he swipes it off with his tongue, making them glossy, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. Lost in your eyes, hating the fact that you’d be back with him tomorrow.

Sukuna couldn’t handle not knowing what happens when you’re there, what he’s filling your head with, what they are filling your head with. When all he wants is you to be fucked out, full of cum, giggling and punching at him with your cute little pink gloves. Is that really so much to ask for? To crave?

You, he craves you, all of you.

“I’m good,” you say softly, as if reading his mind just a bit. You’d be scared if you knew all he wanted. “I thought it would hurt so bad the first time from what all my friends said, and my mother. I thought it was like… lay there and deal with it.”

Sukuna frowns at that, seeing your lip quiver just a bit, before you catch it with your teeth.

“It was amazing,” you whisper, kissing him once more. “You didn’t hurt me, even if I am a little sore.”

“Good, you took it perfect,” you blush now, the color mixing with that slight purple bruising that still makes him furious, his hands cupping your breasts, making you shift your thighs just a bit. “You sure you’re all right?”

“I just want to focus on this,” you whisper, hand on his chest, feeling his heart against your palm. “Just this. Have you take it all away.”

Sukuna kisses you again, this time it’s even more desperate, his entire body shaking with his attempt to be just a little ‘gentle’ with you, when he wants to put you in every position he can. This feeling of not knowing how long he has with you, how long he’ll get this, see you in this way, filling him with an even more desperate need, you’re reaching down to stroke his cock now, ending him.

“I'm not done with you tonight brat,” Sukuna flips you over on all fours suddenly his fingers shoved in your messy cunt, moaning when he feels her clamping down on his digits. “Not close to done.”

Your answer is to arch for more, reaching a hand back for him to pin your wrist down. You're quivering around his cock when he eases it back in, watching the white cum leaking from your abused hole, reddened tip collecting it like nectar and pushing it back in.

“Gonna plug up all this cum so it can't leave,” he tightens his grip, heavy weight over you, lips against the shell of your ear. “Do you want that, pretty little brat? Me to fill you again?”

“Yes,” your eyes meet his, dazed and fucked out. “I want it.”

“So fucking beautiful, what did you do to me,” he still doesn't know what you do when you look at him like that. All you can answer is a soft cry, a kiss where your lip busts back open, and he licks the copper blood like he did your innocence. 

When he pulls back your lips are swollen, crimson staining them, eyes all glossy as you clamp down. At that moment Sukuna knows he can never let you go.

When he fills your cunt from the back and his heavy balls smack your clit, when he pumps more cum inside your hole, he doesn't think he can ever let you go. How can he even let you go back?

You're not his yet.

That's unacceptable. 

So he makes sure to fill you again, more cum flooding you, until you're getting cleaned up. Until he makes sure you eat even though you're dazed and fucked out. Until you're in one of his shirts that swallows you, and he's taking you to his bed, holding you against him.

Sukuna stays up just to watch you sleep, brushing your hair back and scowling at your phone that keeps going off.

Texts from Gojo. 

He places your finger gently to unlock it – he doesn't feel bad about it. Not when you're meant to be his.

Just let me know you're okay, fuck…

I know that you hate me but I need to know if you're all right.

Please just answer me, I thought we… I thought maybe… never mind.

Sukuna is dangerous, okay? Could you just answer.

Jennifer isn't here if you want to come home tonight.

Fuck it, he can come too, just let me see you.

I mean… I mean fuck him, fuck this. Just ignore that shit. Good night.

Sukuna frowns at them, contemplating deleting them all for a brief moment, before stopping himself. He studies your face carefully in your sleep.

Was there something between you and Satoru?Sukuna can't say it will stop him – no, he'd do anything for you. Including getting your parents info and sending it to himself, smirking just a little bit. He wasn't a pro boxer for nothing – he can't wait to beat your dad unconscious.

You may be mad about it, but he knows what's best for you.

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“Y-yes? I mean – yes.” You scowl all cutely again, pulse fluttering when he comes near, you’ve never felt this way, the thrill of it, talking shit to a six-foot-five grown ass man who’s got you soaking wet, drooling over that material.

“I like it,” he murmurs, easing his thigh back to run his fingers down your tummy, trembling underneath, hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “You made yourself cum for the first time?”

“Y-yes, I did – mnh!” You cover your own mouth when the backs of his fingers slip over your clit, she eagerly twitches in response, his thick digit slipping inside your hole, not teasingly with the tip like last time, no he slides it in all the way to the knuckle. Your eyes roll back from just that, cunt spasming around the invasion.

“Fuck,” he loses his bravado for a moment, yanking your hand down and curling his finger up before pulling it back, making you gasp out at the loss. “I’ll give you that reward later, for being a good girl.”

“L-later?” You hear the chatter and realize you both won’t be alone until later, looking to the side only to look back and see him sucking you off his fingers, moaning, lips wrapped around it. You drag him down for a quick kiss, he’s eagerly swapping your taste, tugging you hard against him.

God, to be kissed like this and not have it again?

You don’t know how you’d feel, to never have strong hands yanking you so close, to have his teeth clicking on yours, his tongue taking your mouth over. You’re lost in it, so lost you could forget who you are, where you are, but Sukuna is thankfully self aware, shallow breaths, hot when he pulls back.

He glares at you, hardly able to drag himself back. “Fuck are you doing to me?” 

He murmurs, before giving you another kiss, and another, barely pulling back as others start to walk in, palm taking over the small of your back, bunching the material of your sports bra in his hand, lips coated in you.

“Sukuna… I…”

“Shh,” he pulls back and leaves you trying to catch your breath, his ruby gaze ever observant thankfully, because you get too lost in those moments to remember your situation. He grips your face for a moment though, smirking down at you. “Later, be a good girl and be patient.”

You nod quickly, letting his hand brush over your bare stomach before he walks off, leaning against the coolness of the lockers, heart hammering in your chest. You get a buzz on your phone then, picking it up with a shaky hand, it’s of course a text from your mother, already having seen you at the gym.

Just what are you doing boxing!? At the Sukuna heir’s gym!? Shouldn’t you be at home waiting for your husband?

Emotions hit your throat, blinking back burning tears. Can’t you for once feel good, feel excited, be fucking happy without them? Without all of them turning against you, downing you, for the briefest moment you stood up for yourself with Satoru, can you stand up to her though?

I like boxing. Gojo is plenty busy with his secretary at work, so I will not be waiting at home for him.

You just talked back to your mother, just that alone makes you dizzy, shaking as she starts typing back at you, showing a picture of you headed into the gym.

You look terrible on top of it, and now you’re disrespecting your husband? Perhaps we need to have a nice family dinner, and hone in on your lessons you’ve clearly forgotten.

You usually would cry by now, your mother was your original source of insecurities after all, but you shut your eyes and exhale, doing one of the breathing techniques Sukuna has taught you. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth, focus on your heart beat and nothing else.

It works.

Dinner at eight tomorrow. You and your husband you’re neglecting.

You laugh at that.

Sure.

You mute your mother for the first time in your life, looking at the mirror for a moment to see yourself – and you see what Yuuji was saying, you just look… you look happier. Your eyes aren’t this sad mess, they’re glittering a little bit, there’s this brightness to your skin that was just a little dull before despite ample skincare. You just… are well rested, well fed, and you…

Came for the first time.

You feel heat on your cheeks, rushing off from that mirror then, trying to focus on training and acting casual, like you weren’t clenching around nothing just watching Sukuna sparring. Sweat gleaming down his skin, the way he could move his body despite being huge, that feral grin on his face as he gets hit.

Sukuna was still a mystery to you, but you feel you already know him better than you do your husband.

Gojo, fuck you haven’t even thought of him.

The ever present pain fades to the back of your mind – always worrying where he was, hoping maybe he’d like you, it all falls into a faint white noise.

*****

Gojo

Kuna – the fuck was a Kuna.

Why had you been moaning like that? God, just the thought of that had his cock twitching, his head falling back as his secretary sucks him down. Blue eyes shutting and forming an image of the girl he doesn’t ‘want’. The one who doesn't ‘want’ him. Not really.

You want to be the perfect wife, you'd probably get right on your knees and serve him if he hadn't turned you down on the wedding night. Let him cum all over those pretty tits and lap it right off, would your shy, cute little self let him spit his cum in your mouth, too?

“F- fuckkk,” he sucks in air through his teeth, using her to fuck her throat, to chase away any thoughts of his little wife and failing. 

All he can think is how perfect your likely untouched cunt must feel, how good it would taste, milking him for all that cum you desperately want. Yet he doesn't want that, it must just be slips in his resolve, resolve to take the family down, to take everything about the Gojo Corp and shift it all.

He almost moans out your name when she swallows, gripping around his length, your tits and pretty face bouncing in his mind. It's like some sickness that's latched onto him now, one he'll never admit to you, when she swallows his salty cum down her talented, stretched out throat so obediently.

“Mmmh,” he pumps a few more times, moaning while all his release floods down to her stomach, head falling back. When his phone goes off he frowns, seeing the text from his mother.

Your wife. Surely we need a little discipline for both of you?

He scowls when he eyes that big pink haired man next to you.

Ryomen fucking Sukuna?

‘Kuna.’

Oh fuck no.

“Satoru…”

“Hold on,” she's lapping at his balls, eagerly drinking up every sip of pearly white. Normally he'd find it hot, how desperate and pathetic she is, but now it's just fucking annoying. “Enough.”

She blinks a bit, he adjusts himself, scowling as you ‘fuck you button’ his call. “But did I do –”

“Did great but can you get to work please? Actual work,” she pouts, lips trembling, tears pouring, making him roll his eyes. “Please? Be a good girl and go to work.”

She smiles again.

“Of course Mr. Gojo!”

Fuck most women are easy - even his wife was moaning a fucking heathen’s name. You, a pinnacle of innocence truly, touching your pussy to another man in his home.

 Part of him doesn't blame you – isn't that where he pushed you?

Another part? Jealous, disgustingly jealous, he hates Sukuna and out of all people that's who you stumble across. His mind is racing until he's sick, shakily picking up the phone then, texting you.

We have an impromptu dinner apparently. Be careful of being seen when you're out.

You see the message.

I know. I will be careful.

He scoffs.

You really boxing or getting fucked?

Your dots move over and over.

None of your business. I'll be at the dinner tomorrow.

Satoru's jaw sets. Imagining Sukuna fucking you has him sick completely and utterly. His hands are trembling, dizzy suddenly, jaw setting.

Until I get us separated please keep your shit discreet. 

Says you. Shouldn't you be fucking, isn't that all you do?

He smirks.

I just did, sweetheart, well… I got my cock sucked. Doesn't mean I can't multitask and check on my pretty little slut of a wife.

Since when am I pretty to you? And the only slut I see is you.

Satoru's teeth click together, fingers thrumming on the desk.

Be home for dinner.

Sir yes sir.

Who knew you had a bratty fucking attitude!? Who knew you would talk to him that way – the perfect girl. The perfect woman of all society, telling him to get fucked.

Why does it have him throbbing for you?

Satoru throws his fucking phone across the immaculate office, letting it slam into the door and then clatter to the polished floors below. He leans back with a sigh and covers his face.

Just what does he do with you?

Sukuna

Trying to act as if he doesn’t care that you’re hurting and crying is a shitty act, and one he’s failing at. Acting like it’s okay you go home to someone like Satoru Gojo of all people? It took him just a moment to connect the dots, so fucking enamored by your pretty face when you came for him, the way your eyes lower nervously, the soft little sighs against his lips…

Yuuji was right to watch it, but not because of Gojo, it was him.

For a man who has in his entire life really not felt shit, to suddenly feel so much so intensely was not just terrifying to feel, there’s the added layer of the fact that technically you’re not his. He’s not even sure what sort of future you all could have, if any, or is Sukuna just a fleeting time for you? One where you start to get yourself together, to find yourself out?

He’d be okay with that usually, making women cum was fun for Sukuna, he loved it in fact, and he’s used to being the first orgasm for many women. However, a married, innocent virgin wasn’t something he had in his cards, and everything she would make him feel – things he doesn’t even want to.

Sukuna couldn’t stop jerking his cock until it was raw thinking of you, he had some date and cancelled it for this weekend, how could he even see or think of anyone with you here? Yet, you’re not his. You go home to your husband, even if that’s not a permanent thing, he never thought he’d be so affected by that fact.

Thinking of Gojo touching you makes him sick.

As if you’re already Sukuna’s.

Watching you on that little treadmill, working your butt off when he knows just a tiny bit of what you go through, grips his heart and wrenches it nearly out of his fucking chest. If he just wanted to make you cum, perhaps that would be less painful, if he didn’t instead want to fuck every insecurity your parents and shit husband put in your head out of you.

Kiss every bit of you, fold you in half underneath him, never let you leave his goddamn bed – would he even get you home? Home, what nonsense, he hardly knows you and he’s over here simping for you already, he has to try to at least keep a level head about that shit, or he’d be ruined.

What if you end up staying? What then, for Sukuna? How the fuck would he get over you if you all go further – if he sinks inside you, would you sink into him, too? Already a part of you is lingering in his brain, one he can’t shove out, stuck and growing until he can hardly stand it, the overwhelming need to make you his and all his.

Imagine sending you home, cum soaked, the remnants of your innocence streaking crimson down his cock? He feels like a sick fuck thinking of it, how you’d go home to your ‘husband’ all fucked out, thighs shaking. Would Satoru try to touch you, and just instead end up fingering Sukuna’s cum?

Something sick is ruining him – if the fucker had to ever come near you, he hopes it’s to play in the fucked out mess Sukuna would leave your pussy in – though the thought of him near you at all draws something insanely possessive he’s never felt. Even a fake kiss for the public, a hand on your waist, scrolling through pics of the two of you on his phone had him almost crush it in his hand.

How can he stand sending you home to that shit and not want to protect you? Dangerous, foolish, dumb as fuck.

Helpless, hopeless.

All it takes is a cute little attempt at a smile to ruin his resolve, to wreck his mind he only needs the smallest little touch of your hand on his chest. Guiding you right now by your shoulders, positioning you and watching you punch that bag so damn good. When he tells you how to swerve and you pick it right up, when your brow furrows just a bit and you concentrate…

He shouldn’t be so enamored – yeah, you’re gorgeous but he wishes it was just a pretty face with pink boxing gloves and not wanting to know every bit of you. He hides it well, you probably think this is easy for him, teaching you to box then teaching you to touch yourself, did you know it was killing him?

“That’s it,” he murmurs in your ear, adjusting your hips, feeling the curve of your ass against his thighs, shoulder blades pressing on his chest, already aching. “Put a little more strength into one, lemme see.”

You punch the bag hard, wincing then. 

“Shit, your wrist,” he curses softly, peering at it as you blink back tears that you stubbornly don’t let fall. “I should have thought of it.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur softly, letting his rough, tattooed hands glide across your wrist. “Just a little twist.”

“Yuuji,” his little nephew perks up. “Can you grab her some ice?”

“Mhm!” He runs off, you’re already shaking it off.

“I’m fine, Sukuna, promise. I want to do more!”

“Nope,” you sigh, so he literally picks you up like it’s nothing, plopping you out of the ring onto the floor.

“Hey! You can’t just pick me up and put me wherever.”

Sukuna grins at you then, watching the flush decorate your pretty cheeks. “Yeah? Well I just did. What ya gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna go back in! That’s what,” he chuckles as you attempt to pass him, until he just picks you up by the waist and lets your feet just dangle. “Sukuna!”

“My ring, my rules, brat.” Yuuji walks up and hands you an ice pack, you fold it and place it on your wrist, smiling.

“Thank you so much,” you say softly, not all bratty like you get with him. He wonders if you only do that to him, and what that means.

Are you safe enough to do that with him?

Something about it makes the affection tug at his heart, this gnawing feeling happening too fast, so fast it makes him fucking angry. This isn’t him, right? Damn near on his knees for someone, who can’t be all his.

That’s what he wants, too – you to himself.

He walks away suddenly, leaving you looking after him, anything to get away from that scent that’s in his nostrils, whatever sweetness that danced on your skin. Fuck even sweaty you smell good – it’s actually bullshit, all effortless and pretty and don’t know it for shit, even now you’re looking at him curiously, giving him this little smile that he ignores.

He has to back off before he hurts himself, but the moment you’re both alone, and you feel that tension, you’re about to do just that – back off. He can already see you second guessing your actions, the way your mind races is easy for him to read, your jerky little motions. 

Hastily tucking your hair behind your ear, hugging yourself.

It would be better if he kept the physical out of it, if he could just support you without crossing the line, but your taste is still coating his tongue. Your spit soaked lips parted and your pupils dilated ingrained in his fucking brain, his entire body aching for you, to feel you against him, wrapped around his fingers so tight.

He’d probably break you in half, split you open on his cock if he got buried inside, he’d be able to see himself move, too, claiming you for his own, his cock is leaking from your hasty little hug. His arm wraps around you, your bag falling with how tightly he tugs you against his hard frame, feeling you trembling against him, breaths in little pants, your nails pressed just a bit against his back.

He hardly holds back a moan, a soft sigh escaping, tugging you close when you go to leave, your eyes locking.

“Leaving already?” He murmurs softly, you take a shaky breath then, looking down, hands on his tattooed chest.

“I think you need me to,” your words hurt him then, his heart hammering underneath your palm.

“Did I say I want you to go?”

“No, but I feel it,” you let a little tear slip, Sukuna catches it with a thumb, the drop slipping across a painted black nail. “I have dinner with my parents tomorrow.”

“Tell them to get fucked.”

You giggle just a bit, shaking your head. “I can’t just do that.”

“Sure ya can, practice on me,” you bury your face, he feels the warmth against the sweat slicked skin, his huge hand covering your back, holding you too close. “Say it – Sukuna, get fucked.”

“No! No way!” You pull back but he’s cupping your face, smirking down at you. “I can’t say that to you.”

“Nah?”

“No,” you bury your face again, hands clutched into little fists, clearing your throat nervously. “I told you I don’t want you to get dragged in my mess, and I’m here with the paparazzi.”

“They can also get fucked, like your parents,” he tilts your chin up. “Like your husband.” You say nothing in that moment, cheeks burning hot underneath his touch. “Why are you runnin’ off?”

“I could tell you were getting um… I don’t know…” You can’t look at him, your eyes keep shooting down.

“Eyes on me, remember what I taught you about eye contact?” They go back to his, wetting your lips nervously and wrecking him with one flick of your tongue, he leans over you now, his breath ghosting your mouth.

“You seem a little um… distant and maybe I’m already overthinking it?” He just tilts his head, raising your chin higher, seeing your lashes tremble. “I am overthinking all of this. I shouldn’t be just saying I came last night, and you’re being sweet, and here I am with my life a shitshow. And I don’t expect-”

Sukuna kisses you.

He feels you melt underneath him, fingers pressing into his biceps, your soft breasts pressing against him underneath that thin little top, nipples hardening. His thumbs reach out to trace those peaks, deepening it, drinking in your cute little whimper down his throat, a hand going to entangle in your hair, yanking that little scrunchy right out.

“Mnh, Sukuna…” You whisper, pulling back, he wonders if you can already feel how hard he is, pressing so close to your tummy then, you’re stammering, a flustered mess.

“I liked you saying it to me,” he whispers, stepping you until you’re right on that counter, lifting you up, catching the reflection of his already dazed face in the mirror. “I liked hearing how you made your pretty little cunt cum.”

“Mnh…” He’s kissing you again, your hair falling now down his fingers like silk, he tugs at the nape of your neck, drawing your head to the side, kissing a hot messy trail up it, open mouthed, tasting your skin. “Ah! I j-just… don’t w-wanna hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” He laughs softly, shaking his head and pulling back, cupping your face in two huge hands. “You’re worried about me getting hurt?”

“I am,” you hold his wrists, lips already swollen from his kiss. “I don’t know if I should be doing this, I feel I should respect you, not try to grind on your thigh.”

He smirks. “What’s wrong with soaking my thigh?”

“I just um… I feel like I can’t control myself around you,” you’re so hot he feels you fucking burning against his cock, nudging you under those gym shorts, already stuck to his boxers. “I shouldn’t be so bold.”

“I like you that way,” he likes you any way – too much. “All needy and cute.”

“Needy!”

“Aren’t you?” Your head falls back for his hungry lips, dragging your cunt right against his cock, aching for you. “Cunt is so needy, she needs my fingers, huh? Yours are so tiny, so pathetic. Can’t hit what she needs.”

Your thighs spread for him as he props you higher on that counter, putting his fingers to your lips, watching them part, your gaze lidded.

“Suck them,” he orders softly. “Get them ready, nice and slick. Mmm, there you go, pretty mouth wrapping them.”

You’re sucking his fingers eagerly, obediently, making him vividly picture his cock, how the tip would coat your little pink tongue in white, how your cheeks hollow and your head bobs, knowing you’d suck him so well.

“Good girl,” you gasp out at that, your cunt so slick when he leans back there’s a dark spot forming on your cunt, you look down and blush furiously.

“Oh god…”

“Shh, take em off.”

“Oh, um off - off?” Sukuna can’t stand how cute you are.

He’d literally ruin you, he shouldn’t, he knows that shit – but when your cunt is bare in front of him, and his two fingers part your folds, parting them to see your slick pouring from your little hole, winking at him and spasming. He exhales, leaning down and spitting right on it in a messy clear trail, right on your hole, moaning at the sight and leaning over you.

One hand slipping to grip your face, two fingers tracing your cunt with an aching slowness. “Do you want me to get your slutty little cunt off, brat? I need an answer, and not a little whimper, or a sigh. Look at me and tell me what you want.”

Your lips open then close, thighs shaking as you bend them at the knee, his fingers spreading his own spit all around your needy little hole. So pathetic he could almost cum just touching you, his cock is pulsing, ready to pump you so full of cum you’re bloated from it. 

Insane shit.

What do you do to him? He asked it earlier, but he’s still not entirely sure what it is, the way he doesn’t give a fuck you’re married, even that you’re married to Gojo. In fact, he fucking always hated that little pretentious shit all of high school and college, he’s thriving in the fact it would piss him off, yet the main problem is you.

Achingly beautiful, too sweet for a guy like Sukuna – corruptible in the prettiest little way.

 All he can think of is taking you home, not fingering you on some damn counter in his locker room. You deserve more, but then when you finally open your mouth and say those words, he’d make you cum anywhere, as many times as you want, let you use every bit of him.

“I want you to make me cum,” he moans, leaning low and dipping his fingertips in your slick walls. “Um… please?”

Fuck you’re cute.

You

Sukuna eases two fingers deep inside, stretching you out so much your head slams against the mirror, lost in how crimson eyes ruin your senses. You know two wrongs don’t make a right, you know the damage this could cause, the anger that would be directed at you the moment Satoru finds out.

Yet nothing’s stopping your cunt from eagerly sucking his thick fingers in, from pulsing right around them, those long fingers curling inside you, a deliberate, achingly slow motion that has your back arching off the cold mirror. The sound you make is a broken little thing that echoes, earning his groan, his kiss against your neck, finding that spongy, sensitive spot inside you

"There it is," his voice is husky as he teases it, with a filthy squelch, curling up again and watching you with eyes gone black. The pleasure is so good you can’t take it, eyes rolled back in your skull, gasps escaping your lips. “That’s it, huh baby?”

Baby, fuck he’s calling you baby.

You already felt too much, but that damn near ruins you, cunt drooling down his thick fingers stretching your hole. You can't form a coherent thought, let alone answer him with words, all you can do is grip his shoulders, your nails digging into the muscle as he works you like he’s known your body, his gaze so intense you’re lost in it.

Lost in him, you get lost in him.

Paparazzi fade, Gojo fades, your parents and their fucked ass expectations, there’s nothing but white hot pleasure and adrenaline coursing in your veins, dragging him down for a hungry kiss while his fingers work up and down. “Ngh!”

“That’s it, look at her takin’ me so well,” he whispers, sooty pink lashes lowering and casting shadows under the lights, across the planes of his face. “You think I don’t wanna bury my cock deep inside that perfect little hole?”

Your heart hammers in your ears, chest rising and falling with every quick little pant, cunt messy and drooling down on that counter, your pants bunched down across your ankles. You’re dizzy as he scissors you with them, in and out, so much pressure in your core, when he leans low, smirking down at you, far too attractive.’

Too much, Sukuna is too much.

“Touch that little clit, lemme see,” you release one of his biceps to slip your fingertip down your trembling tummy. “That’s it, let go just f’me.”

Your mouth is met with bruising kisses, touching your clit like he showed you with his two fingers pressing so deep you can’t take it, feeling your orgasm approaching, higher and higher. Spit just dripping right down your tongues, your mouths, his fingers working you so good, maddening in their rhythm – your fingers falter, hips stuttering as your release hits you.

“There she goes,” his whisper is met with a devious fucking grin, he looks like some demon in that moment – maybe he was, having you spread like this, depraved with your cunt gushing and making a mess. “Doin’ s’good, look at you.”

“Mnh…” he brushes your hair back, messy now, your cunt pulsing around his fingers that slow, hand falling and useless, he takes it and sucks your little fingers in his mouth, tongue catching every drop.

“You did such a good job, I can tell you practiced,” he says, smirking then, studying your fucked out little face. 

He withdraws his fingers, making you whimper at the sudden loss, god you feel just empty already, but you barely have time to register it when he's dropping to his knees before you. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open and steady on the counter as he leans in. You feel his hot breath against your oversensitive, swollen lips just a moment before his tongue is on you, flicking the tiniest bit.

Is he… is Sukuna licking you?

“W-what are you… ah!” Sukuna shoves your thighs up until they’re pressing against your tits, smushing them, tugging your pants off your ankles. “I came already like… a lot.”

“This isn’t for you brat,” he whispers, sinking to his knees now, fingers drenched in your syrupy folds, exhaling – his breath making your clit just jump, twitching for him and earning his smirk. “Not at all, actually.”

“Not for me? Then – ah!”

“Shh.”

“Shh? I - ngghh!”

He doesn't tease, doesn’t gently flick his tongue or whatever you maybe imagined this as – you don’t really even know what he’s doing. Gojo has fucked in front of you, and mentioned blow jobs, but you never saw him like this with a girl, so on this you’re hopelessly clueless, your throat dry – hands enwrapping in pink, silky locks, tugging and earning a moan.

No, he seals his mouth over your still spasming entrance and drinks.

There’s no other word but that, he drinks you up with greedy, messy slurps, groaning as he tastes your release, his tongue lapping up the gossamer streams as if he's starving. You’ve never felt anything like it, like his greedy tongue tracing every inch his fingers just plunged into, in and out, fucking you with his tongue and slurping obscenely loud.

“S-Sukuna! I… f-fuckkk…” You’re cussing before you know it, mumbling incoherently, the intimacy of it too much to even put into a word.

He’s worshipping you on his knees, like you’re some treasure, some delicious meal for him to savor, and he’s not gentle or teasing, he’s not easy, his teeth graze your clit, hungry mouth sucking the little thing in. You’re cumming again, this time so sensitive you can hardly function, when he moans and the vibrations rock through you.

He’s possessive how he grabs your thighs, your ass, how he moans when you pull his hair so hard his eyes tear, but he won’t unlatch his mouth. Even as you’re murmuring how sensitive you are, shuddering, no he’s drawing out aftershocks that make your legs shake uncontrollably, squirting embarrassingly.

But he just drinks every bit of the clear little drops that gush down his lips, his chin, the tattoos on his throat glossy.

“Kuna… I… mnhph!” He grins against you, looking under his lashes and lapping up another stripe. “Thought it w-wasn’t for me?”

“It’s not, mmm,” he parts your puffy lips again, sucking at that little winking hole, earning your hips jerking, drool spilling from the corner of your lips, when you feel him moaning, hear him almost whimper, his body tensing, as if he is cumming from it. “It’s f’me. You just happened to enjoy that shit.”

“Enjoy i-is not r-really – ah!”

“Kuna, huh?” He smacks your cunt and grins as he studies your face, spitting right on your cunt again in a filthy action, another smack echoing. “Ya like that, me smacking her?”

You’re so nervous, you cover your face, he’s on you in a moment, yanking your wrists down, his face is coated in your cunt down to his fucking chest. “I made such a mess, oh my god.”

“Answer brat,” he smacks your pussy again, you whine out, nodding, his other hand choking your throat ever so gently underneath your chin.

“I like anything you do to me,” your words are vulnerable, he pauses just a bit, sighing and kissing you, smacking your cunt once more, having you practically twitching underneath him.

“What’s Kuna, huh?”

You blush more, giggling now, all fucked out from his tongue and his fingers, he’s gently kissing down your neck, but even in his gentleness, Sukuna is brutal, so strong, leaving his mark.

“I thought you needed a nickname, since you just call me brat all the time,” he snorts, shaking his head, your eyes shut in bliss, entire body on fire. “Um… Kuna.”

“Uh huh?” Your fingers drift down, lips pressing together with your nerves, he exhales and lets your touch glide.

“I can return the favor, or I mean… try to?”

“We can do that another time,” he says, voice husky. You look down and see his hand, coated in his own white, making you flush, tummy fluttering. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Ccan I taste it though?” He groans, shaking his head when you reach down again. “How’s that fair, you just had your tongue inside me.”

“I won’t stop there, that’s the problem,” you snatch his hand then, tongue lapping at the salty white drops from his release. You’re trembling as you do it, knowing it’s filthy and wanton, but fuck if he doesn’t make you wanna do more.

Satoru was so sure you’d drop to your knees for him, suck his mistress’ cunt off his cock, but the only man you’re thinking of doing it to is right here, watching you with a tensed jaw, his nostrils flared ever so slightly, eyes bright red. You lap every little bit of him up, seeing his cock twitch in those shorts, dying to know how it looks, how it would feel.

“You’re about to get your throat fucked so good you won’t talk,” you suck his fingers harder, he pulls them out and kisses his own cum off you, hands all over your body until they hit your hips, tugging you against him. “You love to test me, don’t you?”

“I just want you,” you pause then, sighing. “I said that.”

“You did,” he kisses you again and again, slowly easing off. “You wanna suck me that bad, then you come to my place and do it.”

“But I… what if… how can…”

“Or, I fuck your throat in your room,” you gasp. “Think I’m afraid of your dumb twink of a husband?”

“Sukuna you’re insane,” you frown then, shaking your head. “We can’t just go to my place.”

“And why?” He helps you down, tugging up your pants, kissing messy trails up your inner thighs, you sigh, head falling back. “Doesn’t he?”

“Sure but it’s his home, god I think he’d actually kill us both,” Sukuna spins you to face the mirror, and that’s when you see your hair – wild, all over – your tits half out, marks littered on your throat. “Oh gosh.”

“Look how fuckin’ gorgeous you are like this,” he wraps his arms around you, hands slipping to tug your tits back in. “Bet he’s hard constantly near you, talking so much shit because he just wants you.”

“No,” you shake your head. “He could never.”

“Uh huh, I know him.” You blink in shock, looking up as he leans back, fixing your hair carefully. “Surprised?”

“Very, are you all…”

“Friends? Fuck no,” he runs fingers through your hair carefully, the realization of everything slowly starts. “Couldn’t stand that little shit, I loved to beat him in everything.”

“Sukuna,” he tugs you close, his lips against your ear. “I don’t want to go home at all.”

He’s quiet, you’re suddenly so perfect in his arms, like you don’t want to leave, just leaning there against his hard body, huge biceps wrapping underneath your pretty tits, pressing them up.

“I hate that you go home to him, that’s my fuckin’ secret,” he whispers, breath hot on your ear. “I get sick of that thought, his hands anywhere near you.”

“He doesn’t even want that,” you catch his gaze in the mirror, seeing the possessive gaze. “I assure you, he doesn’t find me attractive.”

“He’s lying,” his hand splays your stomach, half bare from your workout clothes, just a little damp from perspiration, sending a shiver down your spine. “I hate that he even gets to look at you.”

Sukuna

“Sukuna, I…”

He cuts you off with a kiss, swapping your tastes, trying to shut his own dumb fucking mouth up. Now he’s acting jealous and possessive of a girl he hardly knows, but he can’t take it – how much he needs you to himself, how he can’t stand the thought of your dumb ass husband even seeing glimpses of you.

He worried it would happen, the further you both go, the more possessive he becomes, but the insane need makes him almost sick, imagining just taking you the fuck away, locking you up in his pretty penthouse. Never letting Satoru or your fucked ass family find you, have them leave your mind alone, just give you anything.

You’d never really need to leave, would you?

His head spins, cock still sticky from where he’d cum eating you out – he jerked it maybe three times and was spurting so much cum it was ridiculous, a waste not to creampie your pretty pussy instead. Yet when he drank you, he almost came from just that, pathetic whatever it is you’re doing to his head not even trying.

“I don’t want to hurt you, ever,” you whisper softly, he laughs then, without humor.

“You’re worried for me?” You swallow nervously, nodding, not having a clue what’s racing in his mind. “I’m good, brat, worry about you. Okay?”

He backs off, but it’s physically painful, like ripping himself apart, stepping back and grabbing your sweater, your shoes, coming to hand them to you, seeing your shaky hands. It’s quiet for just a moment, he helps slip your hair into that scrunchy that somehow ended up on his wrist, trying not to make himself look more like a dumb, pussy whipped fuck.

Is this what he used to make fun of his friends about? Getting this whipped for a girl?

No, it’s different, it’s obsession, and the sight of you licking his own cum off his fingers was ruining him. It’ll live rent free in his brain on repeat, he already knows what this is turning to, so much so he should pull back, before the both of you are ruined forever.

How can he pull away, though? All he wants to do is go further, he barely holds back half the shit he wants to say and do when he’s standing by the back of the gym, and you’re holding onto him on your tip toes, eyes a myriad of emotions.

“You all right, brat? Too much?” He asks then, you shake your head. “Lost a lot of fluids, need electrolytes.”

“Oh!” You hide your face, you always do it, he wishes it didn’t tug at his goddamn heart, everything cute you do. “You’re teasing me.”

“Mmm, no, I’m your trainer and nutritionist now,” you giggle a bit, peeking up at him.

Sukuna was never sweet until you.

The thoughts of you crushing his heart without meaning to had him tense though, some sick sense of self preservation, he had to hold himself together, keep back just enough not to do the dumbest shit he’s thinking of. Literally contemplating kidnapping a pretty, married heiress is not in any way okay to imagine, nor is beating a six foot four white haired shit of a husband.

“Are you eating?”

“Mhm,” you sigh a bit then, blinking, tracing your fingers across his chest, he’s slung a thin workout shirt that clings to his body like a second skin. “This dinner is gonna be terrible.”

“You can say no,” he tilts your chin up. “You can say no to all their shit. And you can ignore whatever dumb ass things they try to say.”

“I’m scared to, I’m not all big and brave like you,” you poke his nose playfully. “I wish I was.”

“You’ve got muscles forming,” his fingers graze your bicep, just a little bit forming, you smile all big and bright. “Try telling them all to fuck off and you’ll feel better.”

“You don’t know them,” your eyes tell him more than your words do, the absolute fear in them. “They make Gojo look sweet.”

“That bad?” His brows draw together. “Do they lay hands on you?”

“They did a lot when I was younger, not for years,” he tenses. “I’m going to be all right. Promise.”

“Go on,” he steps back, his own feelings terrifying the shit out of him, trying to hold himself back. “I’m out of town for the weekend, but if you need anything you can text me.”

“No please don’t worry,” you step closer, the breeze from the now open doors blowing your little sweater around your body. “Today was insane.”

“Yeah, you enjoyed it all right,” he leans close. “Messy little brat.”

“Your fault,” your glossy lips press his, soft and sweet, tentative, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Seems like you enjoyed it too. I mean…”

You’re blushing, he chuckles a bit then. “I did, I told ya, it was for me.”

“I see that.” You linger a little too long, if you stay another minute he won’t even let you go.

I don’t wanna go home.

How does he just let the girl who’s racing in his mind constantly, the one with her cunt dripping on his lips just go to a man who treats her like shit, and then send her to her parents who are worse? This is what he was scared of, having all these dumb fucking feelings that make him sick.

“Start sneaking in the back, I had Yuuji move your car,” you nod then, hand holding his just a bit too long.

“Good night Sukuna. Um… thank you.”

“Mhm,” you rush out, leaving him alone, feeling like there’s some fucking hole in his chest that you caused, a glimpse of your eyes behind your windshield before you back away, driving and leaving him just standing there.

He wishes he’d let that go, you’re a grown woman, you’re not his.

But Sukuna does a fucking deep dive when he’s home, the penthouse is immaculate aside from him tossing his shoes by the front door, his keys on the counter, he literally just lives at the gym. There are things from Yuuji and his friends strewn across the home, but the cleaners seem to always put everything exactly where it should be.

The one perk to being rich is not cleaning, Sukuna hates that shit.

He pulls up his laptop and slips on his glasses, he just can’t really see shit up close, and puts your pretty face into focus, eyeing your hopelessly empty socials. The only things on there are strategically placed from PR, likely your parents he’s sure, pictures of you with your friends and basic, generic ones – your profile says ‘Mrs. Satoru Gojo’.

He clicks through curiously, his IG has just a couple less followers than Sukuna – he never thought he’d get a sick satisfaction of that, but they’re all pretentious. Him with his boys all over every post, on a ship here, on an island there, girls half naked all around him, clearly Satoru didn’t use a PR person, he’s as obnoxious as a nepo baby could be.

Not a mention of you, not a picture, even your wedding one.

He sighs, clicking through and delving deeper – he just wants to know everything about you, at a concerning level, sometime through it you even text him, and he realizes that hours have passed. He knows every school you went to, all your shitty little trad wife friends, about your cat that passed away last year – you were clearly devastated about it, a little paw print tattoo he saw makes sense now.

Just who were you, and just how does Sukuna get you all to himself?

Good night, Sukuna.

He wishes there wasn’t a dopey ass grin on his face.

He wishes there wasn’t then a frown, a worried furrow of his brow, an aching need to have you anywhere but there with Satoru Gojo.

Gojo

Satoru’s eyes hit you as soon as you set down your gym bag by the door, your pony tail is all askew, there’s a clear fucking mark on your throat, your sweater is wrinkled as if someone had been gripping it. His fork clatters to the plate, jaw clenched tight, so fucking furious he can hardly stand it.

You seem to notice, turning toward him and raising a brow. "What's wrong, Satoru?"

You lift that sweater off, your top all askew from where your personal trainer's lips had been all over your skin, teeth marks glittering so clearly even on your damn shoulder, it’s all making him sick. He stands up then, fists clenched at his sides, heart hammering with something he’s never, ever felt in his entire life.

It can’t be jealousy.

Jealous of what – Ryomen Sukuna kissing his wife? The wife he doesn’t want, the one he’s actively trying to get rid of?

He hates this feeling – he hates that he wants to suck on those marks until they’re bruises, his marks, his bruises – fuck, that cute, mean little smile off your face. Take you right on that wall and pump away any dumb memory you currently have of Sukuna.

Did he already fuck you?

You back up just a step, against the wall and just smiling all fucking mean at him, not that shy, nervous one – not even that pout, no, it’s an evil curve of lips so clearly swollen from kisses. Never has he wanted to smack someone so badly – no, he wouldn’t hit a girl, but god he would love to leave hand prints all over your ass, your thighs, choke your little throat.

God no one has ever made him so angry.

"Where have you been, huh?” He asks, you just raise a brow at him. “I asked a question.”

“You did, and you know where I was, you texted me about it,” you bend down, taking off your shoes right there, getting an inch shorter when your feet hit the tile.

“So you were just getting all marked up, like a little slut?"

You smack him then, hard, across his cheek blooming red, shoving at his hard chest then as his blue eyes narrow. Satoru laughs softly.

Damn you got stronger, compared to that first smack, you split his goddamn lip open here. You gasp for a moment, seeing the crimson droplet dancing on vemillion, backing completely against that wall.

“I didn’t mean to… hit so hard…”

“You meant to,” he grips your wrist now, pinning it to the wall. “Own your shit, you wanted to hit me.”

You take a shaky little breath, eyes locked, your teeth biting your trembling lip for a brief moment. “Yes I did want to hit you. Because you have no right to call me a slut, where do you get off?”

“Usually in Jennifer’s mouth,” he muses, your glare making him throb in need. “Sometimes on her tits, or Chloe’s. Question is, where did you get off, huh? You sure the fuck did, I can practically smell it.”

“You cannot!” You shove him with one hand, the other wrenching free. "You made it clear this was name only, for our families, yeah? That you'd never want me, how many times have you said that!? Even on our wedding night!?" You blink back tears, closing your eyes, Satoru’s at a loss for words.

You’re right.

Yet that doesn’t make any of this okay for him, it doesn’t make the fact that you smell like another man okay. Especially him.

“Answer me, stop deflecting.”

You open your tear filled eyes. "You just need to know that I’ll never try anything with you, never try to have a marriage, a relationship. Just like you wanted.”

Just like he wanted.

The words are so wrong out of your mouth, he can’t recognize you – but did he ever know you, really?

Panic sets in, his stomach in knots, feeling you fall away, pushed so far, and now he can’t stand that, can’t take the thought of not being able to have even the tiniest bit of you.

He scoffs, letting you go, standing back then. "You already know this will make us look-"

"No, Satoru, you did this,” you cut him off quickly, glaring now. “I've seen you with your girlfriends, kissing on their necks."

He's quiet then, jaw clenched, his beautiful face for once showing a goddamn emotion despite how well trained he has it to appear otherwise. “That was for your own good.”

“Great, thanks! Thanks for parading hickeys right over where your cock is, teeth prints on your nipples, fuck you think any of this was okay!?”

“Do you care, sweetheart? That they get me and you don’t?” You scoff, shaking your head.

"You thought I wouldn't do it too? Want me to watch you and go untouched and unwanted?"

He pauses now, realizing what his anger and resentment has turned into, how far gone you are. His desperation starts to creep its way, as he looks at how gorgeous you are this angry, how your lips just make him want to bruise them more, suck on them until you’re crying out, your heat against his thigh when he presses one right between yours, cupping your face and leaning low.

You pause, gasping, eyes shooting up.

“What games do you need to play with me, you’re sick.”

“A game, you’re playing the fucking game,” his hands squeeze your head on either side, his breaths faster and faster, the ever present temptation making him ache with need. “What did you do with him?”

"Hah, I love how you care when you have a list of your little hoes,” every time you glare he’s throbbing.

Fuck you, fuck this.

God he can’t stand whatever the hell you’ve done to him.

“As you tell me – none of your business,” you laugh just a bit then. “All I’ll say is I guess I see the appeal of you fucking all the time. If things feel that good.”

Satoru slams you against the wall, you don’t back down, you just eye him, satisfaction written all over your face. “So wet, always watching me, hearing me?”

“God no, you’re disgusting to me,” you lean up, a centimeter away from his lips. “To answer that question you had – I would never drop to my knees for you, not a chance in this world that I do.”

You push past him, he drags you against him, feeling the curve of your back against his torso, the way your rounded ass hits his lap, earning his moan, god has anyone felt better in his arms?

“You are just a little slut, huh?” He tilts your face to look at him, you scoff, shaking your head in his grip.

“You’re the only slut here.”

“Ah, you got some teeth, it’s cute,” he hums softly, hand gripping your tit, smirking when the bud hardens against his palm, when your breath quickens. “Acting as if you’ve stopped wanting me.”

“I have stopped,” you jerk your chin back, looking down. “I don’t want you, isn’t that your goal?”

"If you wanted to be pleasured, sweetheart, I could have already given you it," his fingers – long and thick – trail down your body, feeling it tremble and smirking. "I could have been convinced to make you cum so you didn’t end up hopping on the first dick you found.”

“I hate you,” you hiss those words.

Good.

You should.

Satoru hates himself, and the mindless need that takes over – jerking it to his own goddamn wife as she fucks around.

“Could have at least fucked Suguru,” you laugh then, a mean little sound that makes him leak pre like a sick fuck, deranged for you. “I’d accept that, but Ryomen Sukuna?”

“His tongue just is so good,” Satoru pauses, and you relax a bit in his hold. “Those fingers too. I bet all you do is get sucked and act like you did something.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” his fingers brush down your tummy, feeling you shaking in his hold. “You hear them moan, and think what?”

“Maybe it’s fake – I can’t say I give a shit. I already got off today, so I'm certainly not in need of you and wherever these fingers have been."

You shove him off you now, disentangling yourself – and he curses, eyes fluttering shut, wondering why he cares. He didn't want this, want the marriage, want the company, want any of this thrown on him by no choice. Yet now seeing your tears in your eyes and those marks on your neck, he feels sick to his stomach.

You're right, he's been with women, kissed them right in front of you, uncaring at all, yet to have it done to him? Is that what you felt? SIckening realization hits him then, thumb brushing over a lip already kissed, some insane possessive need sinking into him.

“Don’t touch me, you don’t get to.”

“Don’t want it?” You stiffen, and he laughs softly, acting as if he has any sanity left, any inkling of a fucking brain, wiped clean by you. “You can lie out of your pretty mouth all you want, you’re easy to read.”

You stomp over to your room. “I’m going to shower.”

“What if I just lock you up?” You gasp, turning around and scowling, he walks right over to your door, barring you with one arm. “Don’t let you run off acting like a dumb slut?”

“Then I’ll just leave you, divorce you, cause you the scandal.” Your chin juts up, he’s leaning too close, he can almost taste you. “I want this over as much as you do, we’re on the same page now. You should feel accomplished.”

You go to turn, and Satoru slams his lips on yours.

You freeze, and god when his lips hit yours, he’s done for, he’s lost in whatever the fuck you did to his psyche, every thought of any other girl fades until it’s all you – the girl he just called a slut, the one he can’t wait to get rid of. The one he told his friend to go fuck, and now all he can do is want to bury himself inside of you. Tongue slipping in your surprised mouth before you can stop him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs softly, pulling back with heavy breaths, kissing you again, stumbling into your room, hands drifting down the curves of a body he’s been aching for. “God, feel you.”

You’re pulling back for a breath, shaking your head, hands on his chest, shoving at him, just to stop for a moment, kissing him back he swears – your tongue moves against his, hands tightening. Yet you even quicker jerk back, touching your lips as if they’re on fire.

“Don’t do that, don’t kiss me. I don’t… feel anything.”

Satoru’s heart shatters.

Wow, he has one.

“What?” He demands, through his teeth, breath coming in pants that ghost over your lips.

“It’s what you said that night,” your hands fist on his shirt, tears falling even as you stand firm, voice breaking. “Remember?”

Satoru does remember.

He remembers every fucking bit of that kiss, and that lie, and the look on your face, just to hear those words tossed at him.

“You’re lying.”

“Who cares if I am or not?” You pull back, taking a step, hand on the doorknob now. “You felt nothing, neither do I.”

Satoru’s jaw sets, his teeth clenched together to the point of pain. “Feel so much for your dumb fucking trainer?”

“I do,” you whisper softly, he hates this feeling, whatever the hell it is, gripping him by the throat. “You wanted all this, I’m just doing it.”

You slam the door shut, leaving him alone, his phone starts going off in his pocket, the girl who’d sucked him down last night, he lets it ring, staring at the screen, then at the door, hearing your sobs against the door.

He causes those constantly, doesn’t he?

You

 You hyperventilate when you’re alone in your bathroom, scrubbing Satoru Gojo off your damn lips with a wet washcloth. The way his eyes looked at you, the way he kissed you, all fucked and wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

You hate that you wanted Satoru the moment you saw him, hate to think of what could have been if he hadn't pushed you away this entire time - the sham of a marriage. If he hadn’t been cruel, fuck he still was, calling you the slut was laughable, grabbing on you, taking you over.

The desire is there whether you want it or not, but you can't just back down and take another day of his cold uninterest, take another moment of his cruelty, you can’t get dragged down to whatever the fuck it was. Your fingers tremble as you type to Sukuna carefully, so afraid to come off even clingier, even needier.

You felt something for Satoru in that moment, the moment lips that were so cruel – but it was hatred.

You hate him.

Are you all right?

You almost say it – no, you’re not, but the last thing you need to do is drag Sukuna further into your shitshow of a life. After feeling like that with him, worshipped almost, the way he called you a slut was damn near affectionate, sensual, with Satoru? It was just cruelty, it was him being nasty, mean, disrespectful – it’s like you can’t get a breath around him.

You’ve never ‘hated’ someone until this moment.

I’m good, I just was thinking of you. I bet you snore so loud.

You’re blinking back tears, sitting on the bathroom floor, fingers trembling over the phone, watching him type back.

I do snore, but i think you’d be too fucked out to care, fuck you so good you won’t wake up. Then fuck you again.

Your hand is on your heart, entire body heated to the tips of your fucking ears, breath coming in quick little pants.

In my sleep?

If you wanted it, I’d gladly give it to you.

You’re a terrible person, sexting another man in your husband’s home, but you’re having a hard time feeling too bad about it.

Maybe I’d let you lick me in my sleep.

You said that.

Do you want me to come and fuck you now? Let your husband listen to how it’s done?

No, crazy!

Mhm, then shut up and go to bed.

A mix of a sob and a laugh bubbles up in your throat, escaping hoarsely. You’re drowning in Sukuna, tempted to grab onto him and cling, even if it drags you under, feeling his possessiveness had been heady, maddening, dizzy.

His ‘secret’ of not wanting you near Satoru, just thinking of it made you dizzy – but Satoru’s new found possessiveness?

That wasn't about love or desire, it was about ownership. He didn't want you, he just didn't want anyone else to have you. The moment someone did, look at how he acted? You couldn’t let it get to you, couldn’t allow your mind to fuck up, to go back to the girl you’re trying to bury.

Thinking of your parents with you in this state left a sinking feeling inside your stomach, the damage they could do. 

You force yourself to stand, your limbs feeling wobbly, the mirror over the sink shows you a stranger. Your eyes are swollen and rimmed with red, puffy from the tears, your lips still faintly swollen from kisses – whose, though?

Your husband who hates you, or your trainer, who clearly wants you?

You scrub at your lips again, harder this time, trying to wash away the memory of his taste, the feel of Satoru’s tongue forcing its way into your mouth, over and over until your gums bleed, and that’s all you taste – but It’s useless. You can’t get rid of it – can’t shake this sinking feeling.

Even when Satoru left you… would Sukuna ever…

Would he want to be with you?

Were you good enough for him?

Lost in your thoughts, your insecurities, you hear a soft click from the direction of the front door. The distinct sound of it opening, then slamming shut.

Satoru left.

*****

The next night

Dinner with your parents and the man that single handedly has made it his life’s goal to make you miserable?

Sounds like so much fun.

Satoru says nothing as he sits in the back of that Limo next to you, if you thought he was cold and distant before – nothing prepared you for what it was like when you got ready for this dinner. Nothing prepared you for his cold, calculated tone, his dismissive bored glances, the way he acted so goddamn hot and cold, as if now he was punishing you for doing what he did.

And he was, he made sure to let his gaze linger on you when you asked if the dress was okay, shrugging a shoulder. He’s non stop on his phone, you’re fiddling with your hands in your lap, Sukuna’s out of town and you don’t want to bother him, yet in this long ride you can’t help but let your mind drift.

What if you were with him, instead? It wouldn’t be a cold ride, opposite sides of that limo, no it would be on his lap, in his arms.

Sukuna is Fire, and Satoru is Ice. One burning for you, hot to the touch, the other so cold you’re freezing, shivering in your evening gown, imagining the warmth of Sukuna’s touch.

However nothing prepares you truly for what happens that night, when your parents disappointment and anger hits, you feel it the moment you walk into the room, the impending sense of doom. And Satoru might pretend to hold your waist, to smile perfunctory at them, but you know in your heart –

You’re all alone.

Wow this is messy - warning, the next chapter will be HEAVY ANGST!!! (like heavier than this imagine LMAO)

you feel a slight shift behind you, a fairly large hand coming to snake around your chest, slowly moving up toward your neck. “mmm i’m choso, what’s your name pretty girl?” you smile, turning around to finally introduce yourself to the handsome man you’d been dancing with for a couple minutes now.

he leans down to whisper into your ear, “well it’s very nice to meet you.” his grip on your neck tightens just a little bit at the glint in your eye, to him it seems like you’re looking to cause some mischief. “you here with somebody already, pretty?” his other hands pulls your back closer to his chest, still allowing your hips a bit of movement.

“nope, just here with my friends tonight. why? you wanna take me home?” he grins, grip softening a little. “don’t get ahead of yourself baby. you sure you don’t have someone waiting on you at home? gorgeous thing like you needs to be treated right and i’m sure somebody is trying.”

you arch your back, pushing your lower half into his crotch. “hm no don’t think there’s anybody who fits the criteria, maybe you’ll change that?” and that makes choso smile, wide. “maybe, guess we’ll have to see.”

sukuna thinks he’s dreaming while watching you from across the room. he sees your mouth moving, but the only thing he can concentrate on is the way your hips slowly find a rhythm against choso’s body all over again. everything is moving so fast and it feels like he can’t keep up.

he slowly gets up from his seat making his way over, he closes in on you watching as choso spins you around to face him, this is his chance. he presses into your back, caging you in between him & choso.

“didn’t expect to see you here, thought you were at home studying” your head whips around, even in your drunken state you knew exactly who that voiced belonged to. “kunaaa, hiiii what’re you doing here?” you giggle. “could ask you the same thing, baby.”

choso smirks looking down at you, still holding your hips as you dance against sukuna. “see, told you somebody was wondering about you pretty girl. wouldn’t let a girl this pretty out of my sight if it was me though.” you look up at choso, noticing the way his dark hair falls against his shoulders. “he’s not my boyfriend, not even close. my offer is still on the table.” sukuna’s jaw tightens, scoffing at your obvious attempt to make him jealous. choso smiles, letting go of your waist and getting closer to your ear, “it’s okay pretty, i think you have everything you need right behind you, hope you have a fun night. see you around.” he walks away towards the bar, leaving you and sukuna dancing alone.

sukuna barks out a laugh watching the way you pout at the loss of contact from choso, still awaiting your answer to his original question. “well… my friends invited me out and when i left i saw their message. decided a little bit of fun couldn’t hurt. you understand though right kuna? it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything!” he brings his fingers up to your mouth, pushing his thumb inside slowly. “i think you’ve had too much to drink and i should take you home, cmon pretty.”

you nod, feeling the tension circulate between the two of you. the music is blasting, everything feels light, and you begin to appreciate the gummy your friend offered on the way here. “yeah we can go to my apar-”

“my place is closer, i’ll take you home tomorrow.” you send a quick text to your friends, letting them know you’re heading out and not to worry. sukuna guides you through the crowd so easily, weaving carefully in between bodies as you get closer to the exit. the immediate sensation of cold winter air hitting your legs makes you shiver, the combination of alcohol, sukunas hands on you, and the winter chill making it hard to ignore the growing need between your thighs.

sukuna opens your door for you, something he rarely does, hopping in shortly after sending a text right outside the car. you remind yourself to ask him about it later, but your thoughts are halted as he pulls up to a red light. his hand smooths over your thigh, getting closer to your core, “seems like somebody had fun tonight” he quips, dragging his fingers along your clothed heat. “mhm had sooo much fun, missed you im so glad you’re here.” you look over at him, observing the way his hips shift in the seat.

“didn’t seem like you missed me much, you were all over that guy, rubbing my ass on someone else, so mean of you baby.” and you crack, that was all the confirmation you needed. “are you jealous right now sukuna?” you can’t help but smirk.

“maybe i am sweetheart, why do you think you’re in my car going to my house? i think it’s time i show you just how much you really are mine.” sukuna doesn’t miss the way your body responds to his words, he feels the way your thighs get slightly closer, hips press down a little more into your seat, even the way your breathing picks up. “my girl, gonna show you how much i’ve needed you.”

sukuna pulls into his driveway, making his way to your side he opens your door (again), pulling you over his shoulder and making his way up to the door. “sukunaaa!! i can walk i’m not that drunk” “shhh quit your whining, you’re testing my patience already girl” you decide to quit while you’re ahead, kicking your shoes off as he drops your purse on the couch heading up the stairs.

he drops you onto the bed, admiring the way your eyes scan over his frame. “so pretty, my god.” his lips find that spot on your neck in an instant, hands coming to grip at the underside of your thighs. “you smell so good, can’t believe you lied to me earlier baby, if you didn’t like what i said you could’ve just told me the truth about how you felt.”

you moan as he kisses all over your neck, his usual rough demeanor completely flipping into a soft needy mess of something you’ve never seen before. “didn’t wanna stress you out, if you really felt that way i didn’t wanna pressure you into feeling the way i do. i know this was supposed to be casual i ju—”

“and how do you feel exactly?” sukuna pulls away. “i like you sukuna, obviously. wouldn’t be here with you if i didnt. i really like you and i wanna be your girlfriend, just didn’t think you wanted me.” the alcohol is not helping, the edible from earlier is really beginning to kick in, and the words fall out quicker than you expect them to.

“just wanted to try and forget you for a night, that’s why i was dancing with that guy. and then you showed up and i wanted to make you jealous, im sorry.” with tears slowly building up, you shift slightly further away from sukuna, feeling a bit vulnerable at his gaze.

“no no, think this is all my fault baby. should’ve shown you how much i wanted you from the start. i said all that to you because i was nervous. didn’t know how you felt about me. but now i see just how much i’ve neglected you and im here to make it right.”

you sigh, relaxing at his words. “lay down for me, promise i’ll be so good to you. gonna show you how much you’re worth to me.” sukuna lets you get comfortable, his hands slide under your skirt, removing your panties and burying them into his pocket. his face inches closer to your core, kissing around your thighs and stomach. “i know im not good at telling you how i feel sometimes but i promise if you say yes ill show you everyday how much i want you. be my girlfriend, baby?”

your breath hitches, “yes kuna — i’ll be your girlfriend, now please do something” a whine escaping your lips towards the end of your plea. he spreads your legs apart, licking a stripe between your lips, his tongue circles your clit gently, applying pressure periodically. sukuna brings his fingers to swipe at your clit, gathering your slick and pushing his pointer finger inside of you. your body jolts at the feeling, as you begin to chase your high. after a few seconds of stretching you a bit he adds his middle finger, curling them both upwards inside of you. his other hand grasps at your thigh and you swear you can see the need radiating out of his body as he brings you closer to your first orgasm.

“feels so good sukuna oh my god, i think im gonna c—“

he doesn’t need you to finish telling him, after all, this part isn’t anything new. “yeah? then cum for me, you can do it my love. want to see you come undone from my fingers and tongue. you look so beautiful like this baby.” his tongue goes back to licking you as your first orgasm rushes over you. he talks you through it completely, telling you how gorgeous you are, how lucky he is, and how sorry he is for making you feel this way.

“you feel any better, baby?”

you nod, watching his fingers pull away from you and into his own mouth. “mhmm much better” you say, a smile forming at your lips.

“yeah? just needed me to make you cum didn’t you baby?” sukuna’s hands tug and the waistband of your skirt, sliding it off in one fluid motion. he tosses it across the room, removing his shirt as you do the same.

his hands slide around to your back, flipping you over onto your stomach. you hear the clinking of his belt and then pants hitting the ground very soon afterwards. “gonna give you everything, every piece of me. you’ll take it right, sweetheart?”

before you get a chance to respond you feel his cock pressing between your folds. he mumbles something incoherent as he bottoms out.

you moan as you feel the tip of his cock hit that spot, your back arching into his touch. “fuck kuna, already so deep. i love it.” and that was all you had to say. his hips snap into yours repeatedly, grabbing your hair and bringing you closer to him. the gentle kind words from earlier gone in only a moment, right now his only goal was to make you go absolutely stupid on his cock.

“you love it hm? love the way my cock fits into you like it was made for you? you love the way your body submits to me on instinct because i always make you feel good?” he groans into your ear.

“yes kuna, oh my god please!” you roll your hips to meet the pace of his thrusts, moaning at the harsh grip he has on your hair.

“please what? i’m already giving you what you need, baby. am i not enough huh? you need more?” his other hand comes around to your clit, rubbing circles as he thrusts into you. your body feels warm, but your mind is completely clear. the only thing you can focus on is the way sukuna is ruining you.

“c’mon don’t tell me you already can’t speak, tell me how good i’m making you feel, pretty girl.”

he pulls out, pushing you back down and flipping you over onto your back. you grab at your legs to hold them but he immediately swats at your hand, forcing you into a mating press.

“i’m gonna fuck you the way i want, stop getting in my way” he pushes into you quickly, not giving you any time to adjust to the stretch. you squeal out an apology, “kunaaaa ‘m sorry!!” but he doesn’t seem to care, in fact it makes him go harder.

as moans spill from your lips, his pace never falters. the way your pussy clenches around him is heavenly, he thinks he can feel every nerve inside of you at this point. your slick coats his bedsheets as he angles his body to hit your g-spot over and over again.

“cum.” is the only thing he says, and before you realize it’s even happening, you do exactly as he says. “yeahhhhh that’s it, fuck— oh— whats this? are you squirting, baby?”

you cry out, begging sukuna to slow down as your orgasm peaks. “please kuna, can’t take it i need a se-” he covers your mouth with his hand. “you’ve been taking it just fine, don’t start your whining now. only made you cum twice and i know that’s not all she wants. isn’t that right beautiful?” he’s not even talking to you anymore, he’s completely entranced by the way you’re sucking him in even deeper after your orgasm.

sukuna can feel his orgasm approaching, in all honesty he’s lasted longer than he thought he would. after seeing you in that skirt (if you can even call it that), he thought he’d cum the second he bottomed out inside you.

“gonna cum soon, baby. gotta make you cum one more time though, just once that’s all.” he says, mostly to himself.

his middle finger reaches between the both of you to rub at your clit. a moan escapes your lips, the roughness of his fingertip along with your wetness creates the perfect friction on your sensitive bud.

“m already so close kuna, please don’t stop” you whine. he keeps his pace, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. his tongue finds its way around your mouth, exploring every inch. you moan into his mouth, pulling away slightly and opening your mouth.

sukuna gets the hint, letting his spit dribble out into your mouth. the sight of your eyes rolling back as you swallow his spit makes him shiver. your body tenses as your third orgasm of the night crashes over you. “fuck baby, can’t hold it anymore,” sukuna’s thrusts begin to get sloppy and you know this routine all too well.

after a few more thrusts he groans loudly, gripping your thighs roughly. “shittt, take it pretty girl, take all of it” you feel his warmth inside of you, as well as the way his cock twitches. he finally releases the deep breath he was holding, pulling out of you slowly.

you look up at him, smiling like an idiot and poking your lips out for another kiss. he huffs, leaning down to peck your lips before getting up to get a towel.

as he cleans the both of you up in silence, you begin to think about everything that has happened tonight. “you really want me to be your girlfriend kuna? you didn’t just say that because you were je-”

“yes, i really want you to be my girlfriend baby. don’t think there’s a single person in this world who has made me this crazy over them. i was jealous i admit, but ive never felt that for anyone but you which means you’re mine now.” he walks over to his closet, grabbing a shirt for you and a clean pair of sweats for himself.

“i’m the first person to ever make you jealous?” you giggle.

“yes brat, now put this on and let’s order some food, i’m starving.”

you laugh, deciding to not press him any further about his newly found emotion. “can i ask one more thing?” you look over at him as he grabs his phone. he nods.

“who did you text earlier before you got in the car?”

“choso.” he grins.

“the guy i was dancing with? the one who made you jealous? YOU KNOW HIM?” you question.

“mhm, he was the one who told me you were at the bar.” he throws you his phone with the messages open.

—— choso 9:56pm

your girl is here btw. you might wanna come get her before i do, she looks like fun ;)

—————

“so you PLANNED this whole situation.” your mouth is widened in complete shock.

“nah, he wanted to take you home instead but i didn’t think you’d go for it. apparently i was wrong.” sukuna huffs.

“wait… does that mean we can have a threesome?” you smirk.

“maybe” is all he says before grabbing his phone off the bed and pulling you into his chest. you look up at him with a pout, “kunaaaaa” you whine.

“whatever, i’ll text him later. now what do you want to eat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just who was Emperor! Gojo!?

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

“A waste?” It’s not like you ever even wanted to have sex with someone before. Your jaw sets now, eyes shutting for a moment, another tear traitorous in its escape. “Not all of us love to whore around.”

“Whore around huh,” he crosses his arms now, watching your eyes flicker open. “Admit it.”

“Admit what!?”

“That you’d do anything if I asked,” you swallow down the pain, biting down on your lower lip as his voice drops an octave, a mean caress that sends shivers down your spine. “If you asked pretty enough maybe I’d let you suck me at least.”

Your pause earns his smirk.

“Holy fuck, you would? Hmm,” his cruel gaze gets darker, snowy lashes flickering just a bit. “I guess I’d consider that, but I wouldn’t touch you.”

“I don’t want to,” you finally breathe out. “I wouldn’t… do that with someone who hates me, who doesn’t even want me to exist.” Satoru blinks a bit when you slip your bag higher on your shoulder. “I’m glad that you didn’t.”

It’s utterly quiet.

“Please move.”

He steps aside and you pass by his dumb fucking secretary sitting right at the chair you do, her blouse unbuttoned, just smiling at you, the anger rising like bile in your throat. You’re humiliated again, and you almost said you would – you’d do damn near anything if the man you’d been infatuated with – promised to at that, gave you a tiny bit of attention.

It was all a game to him.

“Have fun boxing,” she has the audacity to say, laughing just a bit at you in the fucking place you live in, in the chair you cry in. You feel so much rage it doesn’t even feel like you – it’s like it belongs to someone else. “Your gloves are so cute!”

“Jennifer,” ah, that’s her fucking name, coming from Satoru’s lips. “Come over here.”

She hops up obediently and you turn to gaze at Satoru by his bedroom door, eyes unreadable, smirk off his face, you don’t even want to know what’s in his mind, even if it’s something half way decent for you. You don’t want to live like this, to have someone so blatantly disregarding your feelings.

“Could you all please keep it in the room?” You ask then, she giggles and Satoru raises a brow. “I live here too, for now.”

“You think the maids wouldn’t clean up all the cum from every surface?” you can’t believe him at that moment. “But yes, we can while you’re still in my home.”

His home.

He makes it dead ass fucking clear, as if you didn’t already know he hates you here, that none of this is going to last because he can’t wait to fucking have you out. You shut your eyes for a moment, hands pressing into the wood of the door before you rush out of the opulent, ostentatious home.

It was once a dream, to drive by Gojo’s home and imagine yourself as his wife, so enamored with the man you thought he was and the kindness you remembered as a child that it felt like a dream come true. Yet it was anything but that, it was all just a cruel joke, much like your life.

Satoru was right on one thing, you did everything to live up to your parents expectations, and that included remaining ‘pure’. If they even knew that you were headed in your car to go boxing of all places and things to do, they’d likely be appalled at you.

Ladies don’t do that – Satoru’s wife doesn’t do that.

Just the small thing for yourself makes you smile a bit, hands gripping the wheel tightly, you swear you see Satoru’s curtain flutter, who knows maybe he’s got her pressed up on the window, pleasuring her and making sure the world knows how he wants anyone but you.

It shouldn’t hurt this bad, you were trained to be the perfect wife even if Gojo did cheat, and you could handle it, as taught.

Yet he didn’t even touch you, his words echoing in your ears and making you so ill you almost throw up remembering. Proving his point – you had so desperately been eager to sink to your knees right for him, if he’d just look at you with anything other than hatred, if he’d brush your hair back and give that look he had when he was with other women.

You can’t be everything your parents want if he divorces you anyway, it’ll bring so much shame on your family and there’s nothing you can do to salvage it, so you have to try to find who you are. You don’t even know – it’s so sad, if someone asked you what you liked you wouldn’t know what to say.

Who are you?

The thoughts keep coming as you sit in front of the boxing gym, so nervous now, not to do something new completely.

Sukuna makes you nervous.

You’ve not felt whatever it was when those ruby eyes hit you, whatever that gaze was on his handsome face. You’ve been hit on plenty, you’ve had boys have crushes on you, yet you had to remain ‘all intact’ and ‘proper’ so you never explored that. Even so, Sukuna looked at you differently, and it felt like a physical touch.

Satoru, it felt like an assessment – Sukuna, it felt like appreciation.

He saw things in you that you’re not sure are there from one meeting – that you weren’t eating, that you’re a mess, things you keep so hidden from even yourself, the perception terrified you. You don’t know what to think about it, how to interpret it, maybe you’re over thinking it too.

The dream last night didn’t help, him kissing up your throat, hand gripping your hair at the nape of your neck. To get him involved in any capacity was dangerous for your family’s reputation, and you’re ‘married’ so surely he wouldn’t want that. Yet those images make you blush.

Even as you walk in now and see a boy standing next to him that looks almost identical, just a shorter, younger version, you smile nervously and wave.

You feel Sukuna’s gaze assessing you, and just that alone is more than Satoru has given you in your marriage. The way he looks at you makes you feel…

Good… Was good the word?

Nervous, apprehensive, tummy fluttering. You swallow nervously, trying not to overthink it – You’re here to get stress out, and maybe to learn who you were, to find an existence away from being ‘Satoru’s wife’.

******

Sukuna

"Sukuna seriously," his annoying little nephew Yuuji is up at the gym with him today. The kid has a hell of a right hook and a hell of an annoying way about him.

Sukuna couldn't help but let him stay with him when he also wanted to get away from all the pressure that came with their family. But now the kid stays over far too much, bringing his friends over and soon dragging them all to the gym too. Sukuna has a bunch of teenagers constantly annoying the shit out of him.

Yet he can't complain, it's good for the business, and it keeps Yuuji and the other kids out of trouble. Yuuji is only eighteen after all, Sukuna is twenty-four – thus the 'mentor'.

Hah, what a mentor he must be.

"She's married!?" Sukuna glares now at the blurted out fucking statement, and Yuuji quickly hushes. "I mean... I know you're all ‘anti the family’ this and that but really?"

"Will you shut your trap kid," Yuuji glares right up at Sukuna, he's damn near a smaller version of his cousin, just with brown eyes instead of red. "I haven't done anything, she's just..."

You walk in then, as if on cue, holding your hands together in front of you nervously, some cute pink pair of boxing gloves that are ridiculous, pink duffel bag slung over one of your shoulders. He can't help but smirk a bit at how… cute, you’re fucking cute. Shy and adorable.

Yuuji eyes you as well, then him, curiously.

"Shit," Yuuji never cusses, so Sukuna raises a brow at him, seeing him run a hand through identical pastel locks. "That's her?"

"Don't say shit in front of her, if you do I'll make sure not to take you to Cabo this summer," Sukuna threatens, but Yuuji frowns, looking intently as you come closer. "Get it out now. Your moral high ground on my thoughts."

"She is very pretty," he murmurs, frowning. "And she does look... she looks so sad."

Sukuna pauses then. You give your best effort with a tremulous little smile, walking up to both of them, taking a breath and holding a hand out to Yuuji.

A forced smile, but it’s as pretty as you. What’s a real one look like?

"Hey there!" You say, Yuuji takes your hand in his, smiling sweetly at you.

"Hey there, welcome to the gym," He's friendly, sweet even. "We have lockers over there if you need!"

"Perfect I'll be right back," your eyes catch Sukuna's and his breath falters. He's never felt anything like wanting to fuck the sadness right out of your body. He knows it's already obsession, already fucking ridiculous. It doesn't stop him. "Sukuna, it's good to see you again."

"You're late," he teases gruffly, you sigh and glare a bit all cute, a look he didn't think he'd see, it does something to him. "Just a few minutes though. Go get ready."

You rush off and Yuuji puts a hand on his chest over his dark blue hoodie, wincing a bit. "Her pain, like I feel it?"

"Yeah," Sukuna mutters, the kid has always been... fuck, what's the word? Empath or some shit. "I know."

"Just... be careful Sukuna. You don't know who she's with."

"I'm not afraid of anyone, have you seen me?" Yuuji rolls his eyes.

"Yeah I saw you, and you couldn't even stop the drool from coming out of your mouth." Sukuna scowls, fists clenched at his sides, one step making Yuuji back up. "I've um... gotta go!"

"Nice to meet you!" You wave at Yuuji as you come out, in a little sports bra and shorts, as if to fucking torture him. Yuuji waves and smiles sweetly at you, leaving Sukuna alone with you in the quiet of the gym. "He looks just like you! Your little brother?"

"Annoying nephew," you laugh a little, the sound doing something to him again, fuck he doesn’t know what it is. Yuuji is right, he has to be careful, to try to hold back.

But holding back really isn't Sukuna's thing.

"So," he draws on the words, seeing how you hug yourself a bit around your waist, as if you're nervous to have it bare.

It takes a lot of effort not to just touch your body, make you feel as pretty as you are, see how those eyes could light up if you came all over his mouth, if he drank you. He knows he can't say that shit, so he instead teases you, tugging at the little ponytail you're wearing.

"Tell me where you got these dumb gloves, and you better tell me you've fucking eaten something too."

“They’re so cute, excuse me!” You cover your mouth then, eyes lowering. “Sorry that came out so rude-”

“I like it, see if there’s something feisty underneath all this,” he gestures to all of you then. “Perfect little girl, time to mess you up. Get you all sweaty and wrecked.”

He watches a blush dance on your cheeks underneath the bright lights overhead, you shift just a bit, nodding. “I want to see if there is, too.”

“You don’t know?” He asks, and you sigh, blinking back tears again.

Fuck what’s happened to you to make you constantly on the verge of them? Sukuna wasn’t some ‘mr fix it’ especially when it came to women. He liked things simple, fun, unattached, never has he been so obsessed with what’s going on in a mind like he is yours.

Be careful. Could he be?

“I want to learn who I am, I know I’m like twenty four and don’t know,” you shake your head a bit and sigh. “Quarter life crisis?”

He snorts at that. “You make jokes?”

“I don’t know,” you answer softly. “I’m trying?”

“Meh it wasn’t that funny,” he shoves playfully but you’re so damn weak you stumble, he grabs you quickly, holding you too closely. “You said you ate.”

“I did, I swear, just still feeling it I think?” Your hand rests on one of his biceps, he sees that blush up close, spreading down your neck. “I really ate dinner and breakfast!”

“Can’t box if you’re falling over and shit,” he sighs, his hands still on your waist, shaking his head a bit. “I’ll show you some basics, you just pay attention for now. I’m grabbing you a protein bar.”

“I’m okay!” Sukuna ignores you, coming back with a bar and shoving it unceremoniously in your hand. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, your eyes are too pretty looking up at him like that, and he needs to make you comfortable. Not do every filthy thing he keeps thinking of – fuck that sadness right out of you. How can he fucking think that? “Come with me, and you better finish it.”

“You’re bossy,” you tease, he snorts and rolls his eyes, feeling the warmth of your skin with your close proximity. “It’s good!”

“Hmm, you’re just starving, those suck,” you sigh, chewing thoughtfully, when he shows you to the training area. “You need some muscle so I suggest doing some light weights first, then next time maybe I’ll let you hit a bag.”

“Got it,” you murmur, mouth just a little full, the wrapper crinkles a bit as you down it. “Maybe I was hungry? I’ve not had an appetite.”

“Yeah, sounds like…” He trails off now. “You have stress at home.”

You laugh a little without humor. “You could say that.”

Sukuna’s jaw tightens just a bit, feeling his teeth press together in irritation at the thought of whatever has you like this. Yet in just a good twenty minutes you relax your shoulders just a bit, you smile a little more real and not forced, he watches as you ease just a bit with every movement.

“These are tiny weights, I can do more,” you pout as he puts ten on each arm. Sukuna shakes his head. “I can!”

“Yeah champ okay,” he grabs twenties and watches your arms drop down, stabilizing you and smirking. “You’re a regular Arnold.”

“Oh hush!” He takes them and tugs and your pony tail again, you dab just a little sweat off your brow.

“You are bratty, see?”

“I am so not,” you get a little quiet at his hands on your wrists then, clearing your throat and looking down so shy and cute.

Sukuna would just corrupt you.

You’re clearly an innocent little thing and his thoughts are about as far from that as they could be, it’s hard to pull back and act casual – as if this is normal and he just grips on his clients’ fucking biceps. You’re so fragile then as he studies you for a heartbeat too long, you don’t move away, just staring up at him. Your pupils dilate and make your eyes too damn pretty.

“You good?” He manages to ask, rubbing the back of his neck, annoyed by whatever the fuck effect this is.

“I am, thank you Sukuna,” if your lips would stop moving like that, if your voice would stop sounding that way, maybe he would be all right and not throbbing just inhaling your scent. “You’re very sweet.”

“Me? Tch, m’not sweet,” he rolls his eyes as you giggle again, turning away so you don’t see the dopey grin on his face before he gets rid of it, turning back and raising a brow. “I’ll show you some movements and you can come hit the bag tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sukuna wraps his knuckles as you look around a bit. “You are seeing me after the gym closes, you don’t have to.”

“I usually stay after anyway,” he just wants to fucking be alone with you. “Not a problem.”

“I’ll come a little earlier tomorrow, if that’s okay?” Your brows draw together.

“I don’t care, whenever, come hold this for me. I won’t accidentally punch you, don't worry.”

“I didn’t think so,” you go over and hold it, gasping when you feel the impact, looking at him curiously. “You think I’ll really be able to hit this thing?”

“Mmhmm, of course you will,” he takes it easy, even if you’re behind the bag he doesn’t want to scare you. He typically doesn’t have girls in the gym.

He shows you a few of the basics, and you study him carefully, he doesn’t realize he’s getting distracted until he stops punching and focuses on you, you’re watching him intently, your eyes flickering down his body, then to his lips before shooting back up to his eyes quickly.

Sukuna smirks a bit at you, walking around the bag to stand in front of you. “What is it?”

“N-nothing,” you squeak out, lashes trembling. “You look – I mean you are very good.”

He snorts at that, you’re too fucking cute. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He leans against the bag now, stepping closer and looking down at you “You’re were staring.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whisper, eyes lowering. “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be, I don’t mind,” he murmurs back, his eyes lowering to your lips, watching them part just slightly. He leans in a fraction, your breath catches – he hears it, a sharp little inhale. “I’m just teasin’ ya, okay?”

Sukuna’s voice is soft to his own ears, he almost feels the need to be gentle when it comes to you, you’re so delicate and afraid. You nod and wring your hands a little bit in front of your lap. “I couldn’t help it.”

“I look that good?” He’s chuckling as you cover your face all cute. “It’s okay, I already know I do.”

“You’re teasing me!” He eases your hands down, sighing at the contrast of his huge hands around your wrists.

“Yeah, I was, don’t take me serious, yeah?” You nod and just stand there, when he drops his hands and clears his throat. “Finish up, then I’ll walk you out.”

You just stand there for a moment, breathing softly as he watches you bite your lip now, staring at him nervously. He wonders what you’d do if he just kissed you? He wonders how you’d taste, if you’d melt into him, if he could kiss you on every inch of your body.

He can’t be this way.

“Okay,” you whisper, turning away to grab your stuff quickly. He walks you out silently to the back exit, the cool air whipping your hair around – this time of year, it was chilly and dark early. “Time went quick.”

“Yeah,” he looks at you carefully then. “What had you almost in tears this morning, or can you not tell me?”

You tug your bag closer, sighing. “The other woman was just… in my fridge and on my couch and it threw me off.”

“Other woman?” You nod. “In your house?”

“Yeah, I could handle it if maybe he could keep it to his room,” Sukuna’s brows raise now and you hesitate. “It had me upset more than usual.”

“You just… are okay with it?” You look down at his lips once more, if you don’t stop doing that he’s gonna lose his tentative control. “Why?”

“It’s arranged, that sounds archaic–”

“Nah,” Sukuna sighs now. “Let me guess, rich family?”

“Yeah, are you?” He smirks. “The name sounded familiar? I don’t know how I didn’t put it together.”

“Yep,” he drags out that word with a pop of his lips. “I’m from that shitty ass line of family, I just decided to tell them all to fuck off. You should try it, it’s fun.”

“Saying ‘fuck off’ huh?” You giggle again, shaking your head as he smirks down at you. “That’s impressive to not bow under pressure.”

“I just wasn’t one for rules, decorum, I just don’t give a shit,” he shrugs a broad shoulder. “Arranged shit was in my parents’ plans but in that I also told them to fuck off. But that’s enough therapy.” He flicks your forehead, you rub it and glare.

“Ah, stay all mysterious,” you tease just a bit, hesitating and then turning. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhmm,” you turn to look at him one more time, suddenly stepping forward and tip-toeing, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Fuck.

You should not do that.

“Thank you again,” you murmur shyly, stepping back quickly and rushing to your car like you’re embarrassed by the little action.

Sukuna jerks off that night to a kiss on the cheek from a shy, sweet little woman who is married, and wishes he felt worse about imagining decorating you in ropes of cum, but he really doesn’t. Moreso he’s irritated you’ve made him so pathetic in the span of a couple days.

He was fucked.

*****

You

You’re wolfing down eggs and bacon when Satoru walks out the next morning, eyeing you curiously at the array of food on the counter. You should tell him to fuck off really, just like Sukuna said you should tell everyone but some part of you would like to not hate Satoru Gojo, some part would like some sort of peace or even an understanding, for him to stop his cruelty to some extent.

So you smile, and he pauses, shirtless and just in his boxers, but your smile freezes on your face when you observe the dark hickies littering him right over his pelvis. It’s his turn to smirk as he walks closer to you, putting a coffee pod in casually, as if it’s normal to have hickies on your v cuts by your happy trail.

Why are you hurt, you knew he was with her?

“Good morning,” you manage to try to be cordial. “I made a big breakfast if you’re hungry.”

“You know I have cooks,” he says, nibbling a muffin then moaning, his snowy lashes fluttering shut. “Oh fuck.”

“I like to bake,” you say with a little shrug, he pauses as he watches you nibble your own. “It gives me something to do. I think I may… get a job or something.”

“Why, you have enough money you never need to even without me.” 

“Why, to give me… something?” You say, shrugging a bit. “I’ve never been able to work other than at charity functions, so I guess my resume would be kind of shitty though.”

“You don’t need to work while you’re here, it would just look bad,” you blink again. “Maybe work with me but…”

“Yeah, no,” he chuckles, as if it’s funny. “Bad enough the secretary is over at my… your house, now.” You correct yourself, tension between you both rising as you stand in the kitchen, his eyes sweep over you.

“Going to box again?”

“I am,” you’re wearing a sweater over your top this time, hanging just a bit off your shoulder, his gaze drifts down to it. “I think I like it.”

“Ah,” he steps closer, leaning down. “You ever figure out how to touch yourself?”

“If I did I wouldn’t do it thinking of you,” he glares and you smile now. “You’d be the last guy in my mind.”

“Sure, sweetheart, keep tellin’ yourself that, I see how you look at me,” you scoff, tensing when he brushes his fingers on your shoulder. “I can tell by every reaction you want me.”

You smack his hand off and he smirks. “You told me we’d never do anything, be anything, so stop trying.”

“Ah, you gave up on your little goal? Don’t wanna leave better marks on me than Jennifer?”

You feel sick.

“You know what, Gojo?” He raises a brow. “You’re not just mean, not just cruel, you’re sadistic, like you don’t just want me gone, you want to torture me.”

It’s quiet now, you blink back tears of frustration, of pain, feeling your heart pound in your chest.

“I said I’ll not try again, and I mean it,” you look away. “Whether I want you or not, I never will.”

He continues his silence, when your gaze meets his it’s softer, blue eyes unreadable, as if there’s a hint of humanity in him. What a joke, what a delusion to think he’d have even the most basic empathy for you.

“I didn’t do anything to deserve how you act,” your whisper breaks in the middle, traitorous tears leaking. “All I did was try. Now I give up, you get what you want.”

Satoru’s fists clench at the sides, taking a breath now. “You’ll thank me.”

“I’ll what!?”

“You’ll thank me,” he murmurs again, slipping your sweater up over your shoulder, fingertips brushing. “For not letting you be with me, for letting you have your own choice.”

“Acting like you’re being such a great fucking guy,” you never cuss but it spills out, when out of frustration you shove at his chest, not like he’ll move, glaring up into his eyes. “Mr. ‘hold on let me cum’ really? There’s no world where I’ll thank you for what you’ve put me through these past few weeks.”

You rush out past him and hear him murmur your name, you ignore it completely, gathering your things and rushing out, tears swimming even as you drive over to the gym. How can Satoru continue to hurt you like this and then have the audacity to act like he’s being kind!?

You barely get yourself together, peering in the mirror to fix yourself up, dabbing concealer to hide your sleepless night. It was hard to sleep when your husband was loudly moaning across the house, and when you kept thinking about Sukuna and the little kiss on his cheek.

Was it too far? Would it be weird?

Why do you want his lips so bad? Sure, he’s handsome, but the pull is more than that, as if you know he’d be able to kiss you the way you always dreamt – as much as you’re trying to hold back, it’s there. The feeling when you step into the busy gym, seeing Sukuna training in the ring with his nephew, he tackles him down and laughs so loud it echoes off the walls.

“Hey! Off me!” Yuuji shoves at him, but he’s way bigger, you blush as you think just how huge Sukuna is, he’s even taller than Satoru and you thought that pretty impossible. “You cheated!”

“Didn’t cheat, kid, you just weren’t paying attention,” his gaze hits you then, and he falters, only to get slammed down by Yuuji quickly.

“Hah! Got you,” Sukuna smacks his hand away as he grins, he’s literally adorable, the sunshine to Sukuna’s grumpy nature. Your heart tugs just a bit with affection at the sight, when Yuuji sees you and waves. “Hey, did you see me stomp his ass?”

“I did,” Sukuna snorts and stands on his own, brushing off his gym shorts, leaning a bit against the ropes and taking you in. “Hey Sukuna.”

“You’re actually on time,” he peeks at his watch. “Early.”

“Breakfast too,” you grin and he chuckles, suddenly it’s like that gym is just white noise and it’s all him, hopping over the ropes and down the platform, the sounds of sneakers squeaking on hardwood and punches drowned by your beating heart. He comes to stand and cross his arms, ruby eyes assessing you. “Protein, it was all protein filled.”

“Good,” he ruffles your hair like you’re Yuuji, you huff a bit, but part of how touch starved you are? You want him to keep patting your head, almost leaning into the quick little touch.

What’s wrong with you?

He’s friendly, kinder than you are used to – your own parents were not much better than Satoru, yet their cruelty was more in dismissing you, in the strict nature they raised you, the coldness. You grew up privileged and know you shouldn’t feel sorry for yourself, but the pain was there, only having been made better by the dream of Satoru taking you far away.

Some dream, a cinderella tale, you’re not sure what the fuck you were thinking, were you enamored with his pretty eyes, his kindness? With Sukuna you had those butterflies like you did that night Satoru unzipped your dress, but it was without that sinking feeling in your stomach.

The next couple days you spend at the gym – sometimes watching him, sometimes training a bit, the people there are all so friendly it feels nice. You find yourself there longer than usual, a little stronger, you keep waiting for Sukuna to let you spar or something cool, but he eases you into a few different things.

You enjoy him so much you find yourself staying after and wiping down equipment, seeing him raise a brow and laugh at you, telling you to go. But what’s waiting at home? Satoru and whoever he decides to bring home for the evening? It’s not just the secretary, you wish that it was only her in fact, she at least pretended to be a little nice to you.

You’re not sure if Satoru even works or if he just gets his dick wet.

You pass him in the morning and see one of them knocked out in his bed with the door cracked open, and that’s when you feel a deeper pain, eyeing him sleeping next to her. They’re not cuddling, but she’s sleeping in his bed. Alone in the room that was made for the two of you, staring up at the ceiling and touching your lips, thinking of kissing Sukuna then.

You can’t.

You shouldn’t.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but something about that sends you over the edge – pushes you to where you don’t feel so terrible thinking of what you want to do. It’s just a step further even for him, your interactions get even shorter, he doesn’t taunt you as much since you got upset in that kitchen, but now it’s like living in a home where you’re unwanted.

You can’t wait to leave, for whatever he needs to figure out to cause the least scandal, you’re tired of smiling on his arm for the get togethers, only to sit on opposite sides of the backseat of that limo in the quiet. You’re lonely until you go to that gym, but you know it’s nonsense, Sukuna has not tried to kiss you or cross that line, even when his touches linger.

He’s a good man, a good uncle clearly, maybe a good friend – and all you can think half the time is those tattooed hands touching you longer, in places you know you shouldn’t want them. Trailing your hands up his biceps and feeling the strength in them, falling into his kisses until you’re dizzy.

It’s hard not to think of it when you watch his body move.

He’s shirtless today as if to distract you more, the way he’s built is enough to make you miss your punch, earning his chuckle, teasing glint in his ruby eyes. “Distracted?”

“No,” you’re such a liar. This morning threw you off seeing that girl in his damn bed, and now you can’t stop staring at your trainer’s body. “Just a bit.”

“What’s on that mind of yours?” Everyone has left for the day, you and him are all alone in the enormous gym, your pink gloves on your hands.

“A lot,” you murmur, punching the bag again and again, remembering to cross as he showed you, then wincing a bit as your wrist twists. “Ouch!”

“Bad angle, lemme see,” he carefully slips it off, thumb brushing your inner wrist, you suck in a breath. “I think you just kinked it a bit. Does it hurt to move?”

You shake your head, but you don’t move your hand, you keep it in his grip, biting down on your lip so hard it hurts. He’s too close, too fucking big all over – you shouldn’t think of everywhere. Not like you’ve even seen one aside from Satoru after he’d been inside that ‘jennifer’ whatever the fuck her name was, and that didn’t make you ‘excited’.

You’re curious at times, at how wet you get around Sukuna, but as a sheltered girl who was hardly allowed friends – and they’re all trad wives – there hasn’t been much talk. ‘Let your husband do anything and just live that way’ was damn near their advice – though that did land you here, after all.

“You’re real distracted,” you sigh, nodding. “Lemme guess, your husband has a new girl over?”

“She slept in his bed,” you blink back emotion, shaking your head, Sukuna just quietly checks your wrist, moving it a bit. “You’d think I couldn’t hurt anymore, couldn’t feel anymore pain about it.”

“I think you’re surprisingly calm about it,” he says then. “Arranged or not, how would anyone not want you?”

Your world shifts on its axis at his gruff little confession, you’re blushing furiously now, stepping a little closer, feeling his warmth near you sink in. “Sukuna, that's sweet.”

“You keep trying to call me that,” he shakes his head – thumb slipping across the delicate veins raised on your inner wrist. “I’m not sweet.”

“You are to me,” he scoffs. “You make me feel better, that is sweet.”

“The things I’m thinking are as far from fucking ‘sweet’ as they can be,” you gasp then, when his hand slips up your arm, before he stops himself, pulling back when you wish he wouldn’t. “How innocent are you?”

“Very,” you admit. “But you could tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Hah,” he has one arm on either side of you when you press against the bag you’d just been hitting, he’s right behind you, cupping your face with a calloused, rough hand so big it takes you over. “You’d run out the door if I told you half of it.”

He backs off then, leaving you trembling, hand on your chest, going to open your mouth when he hops down as if to rush away from you. Terrified you’ve fucked it all up you hop down too, rushing to get your bag, Sukuna comes back with a little brace for your wrist and glares.

“You running off?”

“I made it weird,” you mumble, suddenly so insecure. If your own husband could fuck anything but you, what made you think Sukuna would want you being married, complicated, messy.

“I was just getting a wrap, get over here,” he tugs you over to him, sitting you on one of the cool metal benches. “Your wrists will toughen up in time.”

“Okay,” every time he touches you it sends waves of desire, your teeth clamp down on your lower lip, trying to focus. “Thank you, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry you hurt your wrist?” You nod, making Sukuna sigh now, shaking his head. “Stop apologizing for the dumbest shit. You’re fine.”

It’s awkward when you leave this time, too much between you both, your doubts raging even as you come home. For once, Satoru has no girl there, dressed in a suit and gazing over at you, gaze rushing across your body. He has no business looking that pretty and being that cruel.

“You’ve been training a lot,” he mentions, tilting his head curiously. “Every day seems excessive.”

“I like it,” you slip off your sweater, a little warm with the heat blasting, and then you feel his eyes hit your breasts. “Sorry it’s warm.”

You’re apologizing again.

For ‘dumb shit’. Is that just what you do, what you’ve always done?

“We have an event in an hour.” You nod and rush off to get ready, struggling into your dress so you don’t have to ask him for help again, he stands by the bathroom, the door open, crossing his arms. “What happened to your wrist?”

“Oh, I twisted it,” you take off the little velcro now. “It probably would look bad with the outfit.” He just shrugs, eyeing the marks left from the brace. “Do I look all right? I don’t think I have time to do makeup.”

“I guess,” that’s his answer.

‘I guess.’

You suppose it’s better than him telling you he’s unattracted again, you already know that now, looking at yourself in the mirror and hastily trying to do something with your hair. “What’s the event?”

“Some dumb fucking charity auction,” he eyes his phone now. “I thought that Jennifer told you.”

“No, she did not,” you scoff then, looking at him. “You ask your mistress to send me your itinerary?”

“She’s my secretary so yes, that’s what she’s for,” you can’t with him, especially his mean little smile. “That make you mad?”

You say nothing, you’re not taking his obvious bait – pushing past him quickly and grabbing your clutch, seeing a pair of black lace panties underneath the little glass side table then. Your jaw sets, glaring over at him.

“I asked you to keep the fucking to your room,” he frowns, looking down now, sighing. “What the fuck, Gojo?”

“I didn’t fuck her out here,” he answers with a shrug. “Just fingered her.”

You blush and he laughs softly, walking up to you, tilting your chin so that you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“Haven’t been fingered even?” You refuse to answer, jaw setting, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, his fingers drifting down your dress, achingly slow, blue eyes dilating just a bit. “You’re all heated thinking of it, huh?”

The backs of his knuckles drag against your puffy folds over your dress, you bite down on your lip, hating what his eyes do, when they look for a moment like maybe he would want you. You grip his wrist firmly though, shocking him for a moment when you shove his hand off.

“Aren’t we late?”

*****

Gojo 

“Satoru,” his best friend frowns at him, seeing you across the room sitting alone, avoiding everyone and everything. “She looks miserable, the fuck are you doing?”

“She’ll be free soon enough,” Suguru narrows his eyes, Satoru’s mind goes to earlier when you gripped him so damn strong out of nowhere.

What sort of working out were you doing, and with who? The thought of someone touching you makes him unreasonably jealous, considering any time he did you froze like you did. He almost felt your heat, imagining the slick, perfect little cunt you must have that he actively turned down.

Now it’s driving him insane, you are gone all the time, not even bothering to look at him. Isn’t this what he wanted, you to hate him, to get over your dumb crush and realize he’s not worth it? Satoru will never love anyone, he knows that he's not capable of it any more than his parents were capable of loving him.

He supposes Suguru was as close as he got to ‘loving’ someone, though even his best friend was done with his shit clearly.

“She seems really sweet,” Satoru sighs.

“She is annoyingly sweet. And perfect. And pure.” He says it with disdain.

“So you need an average, slutty ass secretary?” Satoru rolls his eyes, sipping on his whiskey. “I’m sorry everyone knows.”

“Good, give the Gojo name a scandal,” his lips quirk up. “She is too sweet for someone like me anyway.”

“I don’t understand why you’re going that far,” Suguru says, shaking his head. “Have you even looked at her? If you had to be arranged, wouldn’t you want it to be someone like her?”

“You like how she looks so much, you go fuck her,” Suguru glares at him, and Satoru tenses when he realizes you’re walking past right behind Suguru, looking up at him with devastated eyes.

Those eyes.

He didn’t love to hurt you, despite what you thought, he just needed you to give up, to not have any feelings, and you still seem to. Still seem to respond to him, still try for whatever reason. He’s given you no possible sign that he feels what he feels, that he does want you, he does think you’re beautiful, he couldn’t say that shit when he’s finally got you shoved far enough away.

Yet he hates himself for it, loathes himself for the tears in your eyes as Suguru turns and sees you, flush on his cheeks, scowling back at his own friend. Satoru opens his mouth then closes it, seeing that you’re about to break apart hearing it – that he told his best friend to go fuck his wife because he won’t.

“Let’s dance, hmm?” Suguru asks you, and Satoru watches you take his hand and nod, swiping a tear with a tremulous smile.

“Yes please,” Satoru watches you both, leaning back against the wall, studying how his hand takes over your waist, how you seem…

Happy at that moment.

“Satoru Gojo,” his mother’s voice is in his ear, right next to your parents, he blinks just a bit. “We’d like to know what’s going on.”

“Is she not doing good enough?” Your mother asks, Satoru frowns then, blinking just a bit.

“We tried our best to make sure she was perfect for you,” that’s your dad, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is she giving you trouble?”

“Is she giving me trouble?” He’s dumbfounded at their question, looking back at you on the floor.

“You could stand to keep your affairs discreet,” his mother chides. “You don’t need to flaunt them around even if she’s not adequate.”

Not adequate – you.

This is why he fucking hates this.

“We can keep her for a bit, if she needs more polishing.”

“She’s not a fucking golden retriever who needs training,” he says then, earning their surprised looks. “She’s polished to a tee, I assure you.”

“Then surely there’s more we can do, she does look disheveled," your mom says, Satoru swallows down guilt now.

This would only look bad on you. He’s a Gojo, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, he’s a man and you’re…

“I’ll dance with her, yeah?” He gets them to shut up for now, he’s still got too much going on, trying to find the best way to annul the marriage without you getting hurt in the process.

Well, more hurt.

When he cuts in, you’re stiff in his arms, he tugs you against him, remembering the first dance he had, where he had the maid’s cunt all over his fingers. You tried even then, pathetically trying when you look like that, and it all starts to make sense why you are so desperate, meeting them.

“Act like you enjoy it, they’re on my ass,” he says gruffly. He doesn’t want to hear more shit about you ‘training’ or getting ‘polished’ but he doesn’t tell you that, his hand on the small of your back. “Smile like you did at Suguru.”

“I like Suguru,” you say softly, a mean smile on a usually shy, soft face, stabbing Gojo in the heart. “I don’t like you.”

He chuckles now, leaning low and murmuring your ear. “That’s perfect.”

*****

You

You’re extra aggressive after that night, after hearing him so casually not just dismiss you as a woman but tell his friend to ‘have at it’.

You’re imagining his dumb pretty face as you punch the bag over and over, Sukuna is quiet, it’s early before he even opens the gym but when you asked to come he had no problem, he was there early anyway. You couldn’t stand one more moment not hitting something, all of the energy you’ve spent crying over Gojo, over your fucking parents.

Coming to you all ‘disappointed’ when you’ve done NOTHING but try, what’s it got you, what’s anything get you? Perfect, perfect, perfect – for what. It keeps racing in your mind until you feel sick to your stomach, breaths coming in short little pants, hitting it so hard you almost tweak your sore wrist, but you welcome the pain, until Sukuna steps back.

“Hey,” Sukuna is dabbing a little washcloth on your brow, you're shaky and overheated from punching that bag so damn hard. The cool cloth feels good against your clammy skin, you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. "Feel better?"

"Actually yes," you look up into those ruby eyes that hold so much in them, lost for a moment. He grabs you a water and twists it open, you drink from it – a little drop slipping across your chin, he swipes it with ease, making you tremble.

Fuck you want him, you want to feel what it’s like, whatever he thinks you’re ‘too sweet and innocent’ to hear. You want to know what’s behind those eyes, so fucking guarded, but you don’t know how to say it when you stand in that ring with him. It’d be so selfish to drag him into your fucked life, but for some reason he deals with you, he spends the time.

Your friend, he’s your friend right?

Yet when Sukuna’s sooty pink lashes lower, and his hands gently fix one of your bobby pins up, you catch his wrist without thinking. He pauses, teeth glinting with his little grin. "Practicing self defense against big ass pink haired men who touch your hair, huh woman?"

You know he's joking with you, but you step closer, breath catching when you inhale his scent in your nostrils. Not that obnoxious cologne Satoru wears, it's real and male and musky – sweat mixed with something inherently him. It shoots straight to your core, the need for him in every single way, drawing you in like a moth to a flame, like his gravity is pulling you.

Sukuna exhales, letting you put his hand on your cheek, so big and tall over you, shadows casting across the boxing ring.

“Treading in dangerous territory, brat,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t move your hand, letting you slip your fingers across the jut of his jaw, feeling his pulse fluttering when it slips across his neck. 

"I don't want to get you involved in my mess, Sukuna," you say then, catching his attention, pulling back ever so slightly.

"Maybe I don't mind a mess," you sigh, looking at his plump lips, his tattooed hand tugging you closer by the waist until you’re almost against him. "Messes are my specialty. Wanna know why?"

You swallow nervously, trembling in front of him, sweat making you shiver just a bit as the AC kicks on overhead, cooling sweat soaked skin. "Why?"

"Because, I'm damaged too, I just hide it better than you," you shut your eyes for a moment.

"I've only kissed once," he blinks a bit, frowning. "So maybe I'll suck at this."

"What now-"

That's when you - Mrs. Gojo - tiptoe and kiss Ryomen Sukuna on his lips.

And that's when he drags you against him and presses your back on the ropes around the boxing ring, moaning. Hard body, hot and heavy, a thigh pressing where you've never been touched, making you whine out, lifting you like it’s nothing. His tongue slips past the seam of your lips, gripping you so tight you can’t breathe.

You don’t want to though, you want him to take all your breath away.

For the first time maybe ever, you feel so wanted, the way he devours you like he's waited forever for it, moaning against your skin and easing you down then, letting you slip down his body, cupping your face. Huge hands taking it over – his breath coming in pants, this look in his eyes, his pupils swallowing those irises until they’re black underneath those pink lashes.

“Don’t do that,” he huffs, shoulders heaving up and down. 

“I’m sor-”

“I’ll fucking break you,” your tummy clenches in response, pussy drooling at his desperation, looking at you like you’re it. “Ruin your perfect little cunt, is that really what you want?”

“Ruin my… um… you…” You don’t even really get his terminology, but the way he says it just makes you slip your arms across his neck. “You didn’t mind the kiss, then?”

He laughs, shaking his head before a sorrow hits his eyes, brushing your hair back with one hand, the other pulling you close. “Do I mind it?”

“I haven’t done anything,” you admit, the insinuation clear as hands drag along the curve of your waist. “I don’t know if-”

Sukuna cuts you off with another kiss, tongue delving into the recesses of your mouth, holding you up so his thickness presses your needy cunt through the thin layers of your yoga pants and his gym shorts. You taste a hint of that coffee he had earlier – mixed with the light salt of his sweat dripping from his lips, groaning as he feels your thighs wrap him.

“Mmm, if you don’t go I’ll fucking break you,” you’re too far gone, just rolling your hips, making him suck in a breath while precum leaks and makes him sticky. His breaths mingle with yours, all the tension of this week coming to a head, he’s done holding back yet he still tries to. “M’not fucking kidding. Should go.”

“Do you want me to go?” His answer is somehow gently landing you on the white floor underneath your feet – now on your back – and spreading your thighs, pressing up between them so hot and thick. “Sukuna…”

“Don’t say my name that way, fuck,” his lips are all over you, tongues dancing so messy with that saliva dripping you blush. Your fingers trail down his abdomen, over the rippling muscles, feeling them tense and bunch. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, finding him then, watching his eyes flutter shut. “I wanna hear the things you won’t say.”

“You don’t.” His grip is on your wrist, pinning it over your head. Your breasts heave up and down, one of his hands slipping under your top, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I’ll tell you something I think,” he raises a slutty eyebrow, two barbells that make it even sluttier, just that look has you writhing under him, as you bite down on your lip. “Deal?”

“What’s your cute little comment, hmm? Wanna hold my hand?” You glare and he chuckles. “I love when you scowl.”

“I have never touched myself,” Sukuna’s face goes into shock, red eyes wide. “Never um… came. And last night, I thought of you and… I tried to. I don’t know what I was doing and it didn’t work, but I thought of you and was…”

“Don’t say it.”

You sigh, suddenly feeling bold with him.

“Wet.”

“Fuck me,” Sukuna’s taking back over your mouth, kisses more desperate and hungry by the moment, you’re soaked when he finds your puffy cunt for the first time, tentatively slipping a fingertip inside and hissing, you gasp out. “Cunt is way too small, I’d split you in half.”

Whatever he means you’re just wetter, gasping when he pulls it back before he gives you what you crave. Slick fingers on your lip, watching your blush for a moment before kissing your cunt off him, a hand now under your head so it doesn’t hurt pressing into the ring’s floor. Your thighs spread for more, arching your hips.

“Too fuckin’ pretty,” you shake your head, blinking tears and making him halt, scowling. “You are.”

“You’re-”

“If you say sweet I’ll bruise your cervix,” you’re a flustered mess at that, earning his groan of frustration, taking your hand in his, nipping your finger with his teeth, sharp pain pressing in. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Deal?”

“If you can make yourself cum for me tonight, I’ll let you use my fingers tomorrow,” your fingers slip down your puffy folds guided with his own, before he pushes yours up. “Your clit, rub it.”

“It’s… ah!” Sukuna watches you jolt at your own touch, pulling your fingers away as if burned, cheeks flushing. 

"Twitching I bet," he sighs, amused, hovering over you and putting your fingers back down. “Do you want me to make you cum tomorrow?”

You nod eagerly but you don’t feel ‘pathetic’ with Sukuna, he wants you just as desperately. “Y-yes.”

“Be a good girl,” you whine out, making him smirk just a bit. “Touch it again, little circles."

Those fingers find your clit again, this time obeying him and testing the little movements, shaky breaths overtaking you. Sukuna's eyes darken as he watches, his own fingers guiding your movements. “Sukuna… mnh!”

"Do it slower," he whispers, looking at you in this way…

Is this what it is, to be desired?

You’re shaking, wantonly playing with yourself in Sukuna’s boxing ring under his hungry gaze, rubbing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, hips jerking. A whimper escapes when you accidentally press too hard, when it jumps and gets so slick your fingers slip off almost.

“Too much!”

Sukuna's knuckles brush your inner thigh where slick has trailed, moaning and spreading it around until it’s glossy. "Keep going, imagine it's my fingers."

The thought sends heat from your core – little movements feeling so fucking good that your eyes are rolling back in your skull, his hot lips pressing kisses on your upper breasts, letting them gently bounce from your yoga top. When his tongue flicks over your nipple you’re about to shatter, whimpering in Sukuna’s ear as he keeps guiding your fingers.

Your slick drowns both of you.

“Go ahead,” he urges, looking down at you. “Lemme see how pretty you are when you cum for the first time.”

It’s heady and insane, lewd and filthy him watching you fall apart – you whine out as the first bit of that orgasm fucking destroys you, hips lifting off the cold mat as white stars burst behind your eyelids. The pleasure makes you dizzy, head falling back, back arching up as you ride it out, gushing in spurts in embarrassing amounts.

Your fingers fall weakly, opening your eyes to the blurry vision of Sukuna watching with lidded, dazed eyes.

“You did such a good job today,” you almost cry then.

Praise was something you’ve never gotten. Your breaths quicken, tits almost slipping up and out where he’d tugged at them, Sukuna gently moves your hand, his crimson gaze locks onto yours as he brings your fingertips to his mouth. 

“Sukuna! You’re…” His long tongue swipes against your fingers in a circle, before he slips a filthy drag between them, lapping up all of your juices. “Tasting me?”

“Mmm, fuck,” he hums low in his throat, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks each little digit clean, his cheeks hollowing. He looks like he’s cumming – you think, you’re not sure.

You do know it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, the sight of it pulls another broken moan from your throat, the obscene sound echoing in the gym's quiet, until there is no sound but that suctioned pop.

“I wanna bury my face in you,” his words are insanity, things you never thought you’d hear, hovering over you and pulling your thigh up so you feel him. “Then I wanna bury my cock, wreck you until you won’t walk out of here, pump you full until you drip me when you get home to your fuck ass husband.”

“Sukuna… I… you really…” He kisses you quiet, pulling back and laughing softly, huge body casting a shadow across you both, eyes dangerous, grin psychotic – white against his skin.

“That’s just a bit of my thoughts, you need to go before you’re not a virgin anymore,” he touches your lips thoughtfully. “I’d fill all your holes though.”

“All!? Um…” He pulls up and gently adjusts your clothing with precise fingers, kissing you again and again.

“Don’t let me corrupt you, just run off,” his words hurt, as if he’s not good enough for you, when that’s so not the case. “Shouldn’t even come back.”

“No,” is your answer. A firm answer you almost apologize for, his sigh loud as he runs a hand shaky through his hair. “I don’t want to run, if you don’t want me to.”

“Dangerous and dumb idea,” his hand entangles in the nape of your neck, his own breaths erratic. “If you do good tonight I’ll make sure you have my fingers. Will you cum thinking of them?”

“I’ll try to do it right,” you blush now, letting him stroke your back, sending shivers as you fall into another kiss.

You don’t want to go home.

When you go to leave, he pauses you, a hand on your shoulder. “He doesn’t hit you or some shit, yeah? Because I swear-”

“Never, I smacked him,” Sukuna sighs in relief. “It’s mental pain, not that. I promise.”

“Still fucked but,” he shakes his head. “If it ever got there I have a champion belt I can throw on.”

“I bet you do,” you smile, feeling cared for was new.

“Go.”

“One more?”

“No, won’t stop there,” he shakes his head and you turn, just for him to drag you back, kissing you over and over, as gone in you as you are in him, pulling back to brush your cheeks, sighing. “Now go.”

You don’t say anything, the intentions were clear, Sukuna wanted you in ways you knew nothing of other that watching Satoru and hearing things here and there, in ways that makes your clit still twitch. Cunt pulsing around nothing, hands shaky as you drive, a mix of pleasure, desire, and more.

Feelings, brand new and blooming, intense.

And guilt.

Why?

You walk up quietly to see Satoru standing in front of the porch, gaze flickering to you, as if he fucking knew somehow, smoking a cigarette. You blink for a moment, you didn’t know him to smoke, but then you don’t really know him, not at all. You walk up and go to open the door as he blows some of it out, leaned back on the railing, crossing his legs at the ankles.

“Your lips are swollen,” you suck in a breath, freezing and turning to look at him. “You bite them or get them bitten?”

“How would you even notice? You don’t notice me,” your words are carried by the chilled breeze. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Hah,” he inhales a drag, stepping near you, exhaling up and away. “I do smoke. I have.”

“Ah,” you look away then. “It’s shit for you but… I can’t say I care enough to tell you to stop.”

“Ouch,” his hand brushes your hair back, frowning. “Hair’s a mess.”

“Yep,” you won’t deny it if he asks, but he’s not owed a fucking explanation either. “You eat dinner?”

“Yeah there’s food in the kitchen,” he flicks his cigarette out, quiet.

“Where’s Jennifer? Or… Chloe? Is that her name?”

“I don’t have a woman every night,” you laugh then, Satoru eyes you. “I don’t.”

“Okay, it’s ‘not my business’ right, Gojo?”

He says nothing.

You’re tired of trying to see something in him, when he presses against you, your front against the door, tilting your chin and eyeing your lips carefully, thumb brushing over them. “You were kissing or sucking cock?”

“Wouldn’t tell you,” you lift your chin, looking up at him, feeling his grip tighten on either side of your chin. “I’m gonna eat.”

“Yeah.” He lets you go, you struggle inside, trying to catch a breath.

That night you think of him – of Sukuna’s ruby eyes and vermillion lips, of his hungry kisses and the way he looked at you. Even if it was fleeting, even if he was just in the moment, you never knew you could feel that way, feel so wanted, so beautiful.

You can’t stop thinking of the words.

Break you.

Fuck all your holes.

Fuck you’re pretty.

You touch yourself alone for the first time in your life tonight, and Satoru Gojo may have heard you outside your door, he may have stroked his cock right outside your door, head resting on it. He may be regretting things, he may desire you, hearing your sharp gasps as he knows you’re touching yourself, imagining you gripping those sheets and fucking yourself with your fingers.

It’s a sick thing to do, to jerk his cock to a girl he turned down, a girl he’s made hate him on purpose, one he’s acted like he doesn’t want, one that soon will be long gone and think of him as a traumatic fucking memory. Yet it doesn’t stop him from pumping his cock up and down with his fist, moaning quietly as you reach your peak so loudly.

Yet he doesn’t hear his name.

He hears you mumbling – Kuna.

Welp it just gets messier from heeerree <3 A/N here, plz don't hate on reader for being a 'doormat' she literally is traumatized and will have more character development as we go. You can hate on Gojo though LMAO!!! I hope you enjoy, I am so thankful for the love and look forward to hearing your thoughts!