P H Y W O O D

He gulps, eyes dilated by the sight of your torso, his mind actively trying to ignore the fact that he stood right between your legs with your thighs resting on either side of his.

your heart beating sporadically against your chest, you were sure that if he listened carefully he could probably hear the sound of him disarming you.

‘what an unbecoming sight.’ you thought to yourself, an army general for the biggest surviving empire was feeling flustered at the mere proximity of your emperor, your best friend. you wouldn't even dare to acknowledge the dizzy sensation you felt near him.

suguru leans against you to reach for a pair of scissors to cut the excess gauze off, his hair brushes against your neck taunting you at the possibility of him settling between your legs.

like a taunt rubberband snapping he pulls you closer, lips finding a way to your neck. “what are doing?” your gasp out, your uninjured arm wrapping around his neck.

“please forgive me, but i need you, even if it's just this once.” he pants out, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as if to ground you.

you cautiously bring your other hand over to his back and your uninjured hand immediately rushing to his long hair. you pull the gold imperial hairstick out his hair, flinging it across the counter as you tangle your hand in his hair.

you tug his hair in a downward motion as he slowly made it up your jaw to your lips. at first it was a slow reverent kiss made to encapsulate the depth of his unfiltered love for you, but like all things related to you, he just had to do it passionately.

he deepens the kiss, your hands fumbling around for the belt tying his garments together, he lifts you from his bathroom counter leading you to the plush feeling of his silk bedsheets, all without breaking the kiss.

he settles in between your legs, his lips returning to the base of your neck. you successfully untie the knot pulling the upper layer off revealing his muscles formed by years of martial arts and swordsmanship. at this point in time you couldn't be considered with the implications of a general lying with the emperor.

as if reading your mind suguru mutters against your neck, his voice littered with raw desire, “please be mine for tonight”

“just for tonight?”

“for as long as you permit me to lay beside you.” he correctly, his hands pulling every barrier between the two of you off and on to the side. he unravels the binding that keeps your breasts in place, his warm hands wrapping around them.

“i suppose i shall be generous and grant you your wish.”

“ah, your kindness knows no bounds, my lady.” his fingers trace down your breasts to your now soaked undergarments. he pulls it down letting it join the pile of clothing that sits scattered across the floors of his chamber.

his calloused finger slipping in between the folds of your wet cunt evoking a soft whine from you. your hand dragged down from the centre of his back to tracing the x-shaped scar on his midsection. the desire now palatable commands you to pull him against you.

the sensation of skin to skin contact between the two of you brought about the feeling of lightness you revelled in. your hips grinding against his pelvis just longing for some friction.

suguru groans, dipping a long slender finger in, his thumb gently rubbing against your clit, he increases the speed of his fingers, curling them at the right angle just to reach the spot that pulls the most sounds from you. his plump lips press against your neck, sucking softly leaving trails of small marks.

‎your moans grow louder, as he feels you clench around him, "show me how good i make you feel, my lady." he mutters while adding a second finger, his thumb rubbing small circles against your clit. your hands tug on his long hair, making him moan, his breath coming out ragged against your skin.

‎"please suguru." you whine, your legs attempting to lock around his arm but he pulls them apart holding you tighter against his chest, his fingers moving faster and deeper, with the wet sound of your arousal filling the quiet bedchamber

‎he keeps the rhythm at an infuriatingly steady pace, "come on, my pretty general. let go for me. i want to feel you fall apart all over my hand." who were you to not listen? your walls clench hard around his fingers, your body shaking uncontrollably against his chest as you reach the height of your orgasm.

‎"... please, i need more." your voice comes out weak all because you were using his bicep to muffle your moans. he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against his hard, throbbing dick, his purple eyes catching the soft moonlight filtering in.

‎"you want more? then take what you want, my love. i've been waiting for this day to come to pass." you mewl at the sensation of him thrusting in, feeling just too overwhelmed with the size he was packing.

‎he halts his movements to allow you to adjust to his size, your gaze slightly dazed after your previous orgasm. after a few beats you nod, signalling you're good to continue. he catches your lips in a rough, hungry kiss, swallowing every soft mewl that escapes you. one hand slides down to rub fast circles on your clit, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent with every movement.

"suguu..." you drag out, your hands digging into his muscular back, leaving red streaks.

"i know, my love, but you can take it for me, can't you?" he reassures, pressing your knees back against your chest, leaning his weight over you to get deeper, every thrust hitting the spot that makes you see white.

‎he grabs your hips harder, keeping his brutal pace, fingers pressing hard against your swollen clit as he feels your walls starting to clench around him. your breathing growing ragged against his ear, voice thick with desperate need.

‎you both reach your orgasms, your moans mingling with his, arms pulling him against you as you ride out the rest of the high. suguru thrusts deeper, flooding your poor cunt with cum.

yet he couldn't help but admire the sight, his wildest fantasies brought to life.

©Mikaiswolfsbane 2026. taglist: @boba-rama

a/n: lowkey going to leave writing smut to the professionals 🥹✌️

“Sa…toru,” you slurred, eyes hazy and sparkling with tears—not from your heart getting broken, but rather from how fucking deep his cock was inside you, kissing your cervix affectionately with every thrust.  It brought an undeniably deep satisfaction at the sight. “I-It’s too much…”

Satoru instantly moaned at your whine, ducking in to let you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, as he pressed his nose against your head, smelling your shampoo and the faint smell of sweat that formed on your skin from how long he's been fucking you. His large hand wrapped around your head tightly, the other on your hip, keeping you there as he kept snapping his hips to search for your hot, sopping, messy cunt.

This was real.

This was fucking real. Shit, shit, shit—

“Fuck, princess… stop clenching so tight. Feels too”—he gasped, eyes turning wide as you tightened around him impossibly more that made him roll his eyes back—“good…”

This was the third—no, maybe fourth—time he brought you to his dorm room to fuck you mindlessly to drive Suguru out of your pretty mind. This was the third time inviting you to his bed, next to Suguru’s dorm, to comfort you as he went off to another hotel with no doubt another slightly older woman in his arms.

The other one time was when you invited him over to your dorm, and the memory of your bashfully lowered eyes and soft voice as you tenderly led him to your room was enough to prompt him another pathetic whine as he thrusted so roughly into you that made you see stars.

So yes, this was the fourth time that you were in his arms to have his cock deeply nestled inside, wrapped by your heavenly walls, and the third time he was able to make his girl come tonight. He silently thinks in his pussy-drunk mind, that no matter how many times the two of you fuck—make love—he would forever be questioning whether this was real, if you were real because no way does he have his dream girl in his arms right now, letting him fuck you to an oblivion.

And some sick part of him liked to imagine that you were still in love with Suguru. The thrill of knowing that he was fucking you, making you feel so good that you couldn’t help but think of him as you stared at his blue eyes instead of a pair of purple ones. But by the looks of the way your brain was fucked dumb, your lips only dribbling his name repeatedly, was an enough of an indicator that you weren’t thinking of Suguru anymore.

“Satoruuuu!!!” you screamed as you came undone, muffled against his neck. That effectively brought him back from his pussy-drunk reverie as he grinned down at you.

“Sorry, baby…”

He pulled out with a gasp, pulling off the condom with a snap as he stroked around his cock. You were about to whine when another moan slipped out of you when his thick, long fingers curled inside of you, his thumb rubbing quick, tight circles around your clit to prolong your pleasure.

“I’m going to c-come.” He swallowed. “Can I come on your face? Please, baby? You’ll look so fucking pretty with my cum.”

You nodded eagerly, managing a faint reassuring smile that twisted at his heart painfully with affection as he cupped your face and kissed you senseless, thumb caressing your cheek as the other hand continued to stroke his cock to prompt his impending release. His lips gently suckled on your tongue while giggling deliriously with pathetic whines, prompting you to clench tightly around his fingers.

“Satoru!”

And that was it—thick, white spurts of cum splattered across your face, making you gasp at the sticky sensation on your skin. Satoru grinned at the sight, cooing softly yet his fingers harshly fucked you dumb, the quelching sounds incredibly filthy that almost made his cock hard instantly.

As you came your nth time of the night and breathed heavily from your climax, your eyes widened at the sight of him ripping another condom, and rolled it on his pretty cock.

Satoru chuckled at your surprised face, leaning in to press a quick kiss on your lips before pulling back, grinning at you fervently.

“Don’t think we’re over just yet, sweetheart.”

The next morning, when you came out wearing Satoru’s overly large t-shirt with heated cheeks and a horrifying amount of hickies across your neck and collarbone, and a Satoru that had his lips curled into a dopey grin at your side, with a nervous Suguru that was rubbing his neck awkwardly by his door… you only could hide behind Satoru, hands gripping the back of his shirt, and a cheek pressed against his broad back, as the white-haired boy laughed full of satisfaction and fucked up elation.

“Um… fun night?” Suguru asked, his smile uncharacteristically awkward as he looked at Satoru and glanced at you curiously.

“Yeah, too much fun,” Satoru said with a grin, laughing when you scrunched his shirt up more, nails digging into his back like last night to shut him up—fuck, he was going to get hard from just that. “How was your night, Suguru?”

Maybe it was cruel to ask that when he didn’t really know if you still liked Suguru or not, but his cocky ass just couldn’t help but ask, knowing that he fucked your mind out last night, and he that he can and would continue to do it for the rest of his life, because that means that you would only think about him at that precious moment.

“Uh… yeah… I guess,” Suguru murmured as an answer, his eyes still glued to you. Since when did you look so cute? Suguru could acknowledge that he was acting like an asshole right now, knowing that he was starting to have interest in you after Satoru has swept you off of your feet and dicked you down a little too good.

Satoru’s eyes narrowed as he stepped a little to the side to hide you completely, holding the door. “Anyways, we’re going to have amazing morning sex from now, so go fuck yourself.”

Satoru grinned when he heard you let out a loud gasp at his words as he slammed the door right in front of Suguru’s face, before spinning around to face you.

Cradling your face in his large hands, he kissed you senseless as he pushed you towards the bed, tongue lolling out with yours as he lapped at yours like a pathetic mutt. His cock twitched at the sound of your surprised giggles, and he couldn't help but let out an unabashed moan.

Breakfast could wait for a little while…

everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.

“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks.

he doesn’t have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.

you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second.

they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he can smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.

you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient woman you are.

he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”

you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat.

sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.

you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think he’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace.

“my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out.

your body can only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.

the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.

sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours.

his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”

your breath hitches and sukuna realises it’s working. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants.

you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.

“mghh yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around his dick as he promises you more of his precious cum.

the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in.

“that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.

you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.

there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “ngh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens.

his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.

“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you.

you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the ‘them’ in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.

unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.

you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone can interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.

“that’s it, yeah,” he grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.

however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again.

“nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.

you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you can sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks.

“oh! ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.

sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly.

he wants to extend it.

“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.

you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.

“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.

sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips.

“there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.

the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.

the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.

which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.

sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”

You can feel the glimpse in his eye — the way it shines for you around the corners, widening when you open your mouth to fire back. It's like, nothing you do can scare him away. Something about it is oddly comforting, like staring death right in the eyes. So, you let him hold you.

Standing at his kitchen island with a spoon in his hand, prodding at the omurice leftovers from last night, Satoru hardly regards you as he eats. "What did you eat before you came to see me this morning?"

You don't respond, sitting behind his polished marble with your knees crossed. Bare legs, ankles jumping as you scroll through your phone with hunched shoulders, you don't answer him.

"Am I speaking to a brick wall?"

"No… you're speaking to me." You reply, still not offering eye-contact, chin in a fisted hand as you stare down longingly into your phone.

He chuckles, oddly endeared. "I'll make you something then."

"I don't want your forty year old man meal prep, actually."

"You think you're so funny today." It's an accusation, not a question — one spoken around his mouthful of sticky egg. Satoru's cheeks are full of it, glossy lips pursed as he glances up at you.

That comment makes you disregard your phone, brows furrowed as you stare your older situationship head-on. Satoru blinks like he's innocent, then offers you a shrug.

"A little bit." You shrug right back, sighing and defiantly making a show of averting your attention back to your dimmed screen. "Not as funny as you, though. I don't go to the mirror and give myself affirmations about how smooth of a jokester I am, like you do, every morning."

"You got that right, baby's got a lot of learning, and a lot of affirmations to repeat."

The banter is light, and never lost on you. He makes you smile, too caught up in his silver stare to even really care about what's happening on your phone. You sigh again, locking it and peering back up at him with a gaze so wide and expectant, that he can't help but stand up straight.

"You're looking at me like you want something." He murmurs against his bite, sharp jaw working against stewed meat and wilted greens. "And I know it's not this food."

You raise your brows, so does he. Entire conversations based on mutual lust are shared with just a look. Satoru grins around his stupid, stuffed cheeks — eyes bright like he knows something you don't.

"We haven't done it in the kitchen, yet." Satoru's voice is low and measured, just like his footsteps as he walks backward into the kitchen with a finger in your waistband. You follow along, rolling your eyes as you stumble right where he wants you to be — lower back pressed into the counter, right next to his half-finished meal.

"Want to bend me over the hot stove? Kinky,"

"I like this…" He chuckles, voice so fucking deep that it sends a lustful wave of wetness between your thighs. "You're not thinking as much when you're with me, now." He whispers, pulling you chest-to-chest, lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. He smiles, and it's slow. Everything is so slow…

You nod, unsure of what to say, or what even should be said, right now. All you know is that your heart feels like it's going to beat straight through your chest. Of course, he had to point out the obvious — how you think you love him, now.