Satoru's helping you overcome your shyness in bed 18+
If anyone had to describe you in one word, it be shy.
You only ever spoke when spoken to. you were always polite. So respectful. You were seen as sheepish.
but oh, how you hated it.
You'd do anything. literally anything. to overcome this habit. So when your dear boyfriend satoru heard your sudden cry for help.
he offered his aid instantly.
and you took it of course...without really checking how he'd help..
which is exactly how you ended up under him, eyes glimmering with salty tears that threathned to fall. he had your legs hoovering on his shoulders and of course a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you struggle.
his cock was buried deep inside you and yet he refused to move, not until you looked at him at least.
"come on baby-it's just me, look at me" Satoru cooed, breath fawing over your thigh's soft skin. You whined, refusing; your lips quivering as frustration filled your aching body.
He watched closely as you urged your hands towards your face. to hide. Your senses heightned when you heard him chuckle at your defense. before you could even form a coherent word, satoru leaned down, making his cock drag deeper along your tight walls
With a sly motion he grasped your hands in his own, pressing them over your head.
"You'll have to do a lot more than that to hide from me, you know that right baby?"
the loudest moan left your lips as you finally looked into his cerulean eyes. "Atta girl"he praised against your lips, kissing you. his tongue intruding your mouth as he began thrusting his hips into yours.
"d-deeper toru-" you moaned breathlessly, eyes rolling back as you pulled away from his soft lips.
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Pervertedhusband!Kento who's suuuper attentive during sex— he's just so obsessed with making you feel good— he refuses to leave his sweet wife unsatisfied.
Pervertedhusband!Kento who insists on doing the laundry for the sole purpose of sniffing your panties.
Pervertedhusband!Kento who can't keep his hands off of you.
Pervertedhusband!Kento who loves when you get on top of him—riding him with that fucked out look on your face as you tell him how good he feels.
"ahh..kenny!"The sound of your ass meeting his thighs came down loud-hard. A groan rumbled from his throat, fingers pushing in to your skin even deeper as you squeezed him. " 'm right here baby, yeahhh, just like that."He threw his head back, muttering such filty words beneath his breath." mhm- you feel so good! "
Pervertedhusband!Kento who has a whole entire notebook dedicated to new things he wants to try with you in bed. The notebook's pages are scattered with small sticky notes of positions you like, numerous descriptions of faces you've made— that drove him crazy . Every single detail of your sex life all in one book.
Pervertedhusband!Kento who can last long, until you start kissing his neck.
Your sweet lips lathered sloppy kisses against his sensitive neck. Your clothed pussy humped against his twitching thigh, ignoring the bulging problem in his sweats. Kento's lips parted- he tried, he really did try and stop you. but he couldn't. Kento's body wouldn't allow him to. Your kisses stopped reluctantly when Kento moaned out loudly, hips slamming upwards straight in to you—his body surging of heat. "Did you just cum?" Kento's ears burned of crimson as he whispered a quiet "yeah.."
Pervertedhusband!Kento who loves your scent. He loves it especially when he's fucking you from behind and he instinctively leans down to whisper in your ear. Your smell invades him like a drug and he's definitely not complaining.
Pervertedhusband!Kento who loves lazily fingering you when you two lay on the couch . He finds it so hot to watch you try to keep composure though he's more relaxed than ever. He knows he's mean but he just can't help it.
A/N: sooooo I was working on some of the posts from the poll and got carried away👀😭
His broad shoulders tense as his work load increased. One late night at the office turned into three. After a while, his eye bags became more apparent as the days went on and stress took a toll on him.
You couldn't bear to see him like this anymore.
He came home later than usual—most of the time you'd already be in a deep sleep, giving you two little to no time together.
You were tired of it.
You two were missing each other but refused to do anything about it. With a little to no convincing, Nanami took a day off.
So when you two finally get a moment alone—in bed for that matter. You two took it seriously.
He's sat, legs spread apart at the end of the bed. The room is silent as you slowly make your way towards him.
"I missed you Kento." you let out breathlessly as your lips latched on to his neck instantly, not daring to waste a second with him. Your sly fingers lingered as they travelled down his toned chest slowly.
"I missed you more, my love." He uttered, his body melting into your proximity. His hand reached out immediately to meet your hips just as you settled down into his lap. His breath strained—the punishing grind of your hips would be the death of him.
And oh, Kento could feel it—the way you were punishing him for neglecting you for so long. That determination in your movements said it all. You grabbed his jaw—lathering sloppy kisses along his jawline.
Your robe rode up, your hips rolling back and forth with such an urgent pace, the fabric couldn't keep up. "Please-I...I need you honey" His eyes rolled back vigorously as you unbuckled his pants.
Your hands swiftly pushed past his waistband—urgently you pulled down his briefs and a sigh of relief spilled from his throat. Your soft chuckle brought a sudden burst of heat through his body.
Kento's leaking tip prodded against your curious fingers. The precise but vehement movement sent a shiver down his spine. You pressed your palm against his chest, gently pushing Kento's body further on to the bed.
A small left your lips as you positioned yourself right above his mushroom tip. Your husband's mean head nudged your entrance. Nanami's eyes met yours perfectly as you sunk on to him.
"My darling...fuckk—"He groaned, watching you lower yourself with every piercing inch you took. Your body was made for him. Your hips moved at a slow—sensual pace, your hazy cries filling the room quickly.
"Let me take care of you." He groaned sternly. Kento’s hands landed sharply against your ass, a soft gasp slipped past your tongue. Your eyes fluttered open at the sudden switch in the air; that look in Kento's eyes was pure hunger.
You weren’t in control anymore. He was.
“Ken—nghh!” you mewled as he flipped the two of you over. His large body framed over yours as he set the pace now. The loud squelch of your bodies meeting made you feral. Kento spilled sincere apologies against your neck as his hips snapped against your plush skin.
“ ‘missed this pussy soooo much—’m sorry!”His words alone had your eyes lolling to the back of your head.
You couldn’t take it anymore. “please! It’s too much” From this point on, Kento was eliciting sounds out of you that you weren’t sure you could even make. Bending down towards your ear, Kento soothed you. “You can take it though, can’t you…” He paused, breathing in your intoxicating scent. “ My sweetheart.”
The moments in which you realize the king of curses' is smitten by you, in his obvious favouritism towards you, his dearest concubine. ♯1.8k+ words
You didn’t believe what the people of the palace were saying. The king of curses, the man who wreaked havoc upon Shibuya had a favourite concubine!? And it happened to be you?
It didn’t even sound right to say out loud. You couldn’t even fathom it until you began thinking of the many times where he made you feel “different” compared to the other concubines.
1. THE FLOWER INCIDENT
Since your arrival at the king's residence, there was nothing you enjoyed more than the garden. Sure there were many other beautiful aspects, like the ginormous library on the third floor or the mesmerizing pond at the front of the estate and you definitely couldn't forget the beautiful view from the common grounds where the concubines spent most of their time.
You admired the palace's beauty but nothing could beat the garden. The way it illuminated at night, all the gorgeous little fire flies dragging their wings to adorn it best they could..oh how marvellous.
You knew you shouldn't have made this a habit..especially since your arrival had already stirred up a grand amount of talk. But you couldn't help it. Sneaking down to the garden in the middle of the night became your guilty pleasure. Nonetheless, it was still dangerous to go out at night in such an unfamiliar place.
It's your tenth time going now. You did the exact same thing: wait until the halls were dimmed, waited until the clock in your quarters struck midnight and squirried your way down the halls. Nothing should've gone wrong, you followed the exact same routine...right?
Right. You sat peacefully in front of the roses, taking in the wonderful smell of the delicate flowers. You couldn't help yourself tonight..you leaned down, plucking a rose from the stem and bringing it up to your nose—
"Hmm." A gruff sound lingered behind you. You froze, the rose falling straight down as fear creeped up your spine. It was— no it couldn't be. You had been caught by no other than the King of Curses. You wanted to yell but your hand quivered as you turned to face him.
" My lord..I can explain— " You sputtered.
Chuckled. He chuckled at you.
His eyes met yours and for the first time you held his stare. Sukuna leaned down, his arm extending— the once fallen rose now held between his rough fingers. He brought his busy hand to your cheek, fingers just barely grazing your soft flesh. It was nothing, really— but you couldn't help the breeze that ran through your body.
The night sky reflected his features even more, his dark kimono in contrast to your making an appearance under the moonlight sky. "No need. These roses..are they your favorite?" His voice was calm, not at all like all the concubines had described.
You looked back at the garden— a small smile creeping past your lips as you stared at the rose section. "Yes, they are." Your voice was faint but held so much admiration as you two gawked at the beautiful scene before you.
That night was the first time you had talked face to face with the king. He was not at all what you'd expected. But you weren't complaining either.
The next morning, you'd woken up way more exhausted than usual, eyes slump and body practically limp from this fatigue you sighed. As you made your way to the door you were met with Uraume.
The loyal servants' hands were practically overflowing with the amount of roses they were carrying. Through the fat lump of flowers, you managed to hear a grumbling voice.
"The King requested I send you these, where shall I place them?" The voice quivered as they silently begged you'd stop gawking at them and give some directions.
As Uraume left your room hurriedly, you couldn't help the giggles and heat that spread through you. All while digging through the pile you were found with a note... Red ink oozed across the thin paper,
To: The Garden Trespasser
You agree that it isn't the best second impression to make with the King but the bold letters were a sign that he remembered you.
2. THE OTHER CONCUBINES' BICKERING
with the duty of being a concubine amongst a great number of women obviously came a competitive atmosphere. ( in which you to distanced yourself as best you could. ) While the king wasn’t as present in the palace— making his time shorter and his missions longer..the other women always expressed their complaints to each other in the common bath ground reserved for the concubines.
They’d talk and talk and talk endlessly about palace drama, random information they’d gather from maids and so on. So you could only imagine that when they noticed how differently the king had been with you how much your subject would fuel their conversations.
They noticed how much more time you had been spending with the king. How late you’d return to the sleeping chambers and definitely remembered how often you had been requested by the king himself this week alone.
And you weren't stupid either. You felt the stares and heard the remarks but you refused to let the others faze you..not while your status was already at risk. If you were to be the slightest bit angry, the concubines would never let you see past it. Their hypocritical behaviour would be the death of you.
It was late at night and you were just now arriving at the common room, the voices you had heard on the other side of the door quieted down as you entered.
Maybe if you ignored them, they would say anything..right? Your theory was quickly disproven as a voice spoke louder than the others. Addressing none other than you.
“so, what did the king want from you, anyway?” One dared to ask, leaving the other concubines and maids ajar. The women expect it to be some gruesome task or something that you couldn’t even describe in your own words..halfly because of how jealous they were of your time— obviously well spent with the king and halfly because they didn't have any other reason to resent you. But out of all things, they weren’t expecting this…
“he requested I see him for a kimono fitting, he thought mine was outdated.” You responded so calmly, while the other concubines looked at you with that unreadable look in their eyes. Envy. Jealousy? Or both?
You couldn't help but recall the fleeting moment— sudden..nowhere near predictable. You were walking through the halls when Sukuna summoned you to his quarters. As the two of you walked the hall quietly alongside each other, he asked you how you liked your kimono.
You didn't think anything of the question at first until you were met with numerous stylists in the hall of his quarters, they were making kimonos right in front of you. They were beautiful you thought, until he urged you to pick one of your liking.
The red silk that adorned each kimono made it almost impossible to choose, they were all too perfect for you to pick just one. Your eyes lingered all too long on one and Sukuna's eyes narrowed down at you. He could tell you were content.
" But why?" you spoke softly, as if your voice would disturb the stylists.
"You deserve nothing short of the best." He replied, eyes lingering a second then intended on you.
He beckoned Uraume over to take your measurements and assured you the kimono you wanted was perfect.
You blinked, finally freeing yourself from your daze.
It was only then that you remembered that every concubine had the same styled kimono . You were rocking a kimono to your own liking, no longer in the same old tacky fabric the others had. Yours was delicate, gorgeous even.— making you the odd one out..
3. DURING SEX
The chamber filled with relentless groans and moans as Sukuna's body pressed against you quite softly- as if not to hurt you. like you were fragile. Your face contorted with pleasure as his cocks hit deeply inside you.
This fullness- this new sensation had you seeing stars.
Your thighs clenched, lips spreading into an 'o' shape as his breath fawned over your neck. Small whispers of what seemed like to be praise hissed through your ears. Both pairs of his hands rested on your hips- gently. Never had you seen the King of Curses in such a crude way; so gentle, so soft.
It was rare to see the King like this..even outside of intimacy. His cruel attitude had become his knowing nature. He wasn't soft or gentle. He was rough, demanding and mean. For him to show you a side of him no one else sees spoke volumes on his behalf.
" M— my lord?" You huffed, feeling the hesitation of the king. A small grunt of acknowledgement freed his throat, your lips quivering with need. His trhusts did not falter as he awaited for your words.
You paused. Resorting every ounce of your confidence to speak to him - as if he wasn't buried deep inside you at the moment. "Is everything all right? You seem rather hesitant tonight." You squeaked. He stopped moving.
An uncomfortable silence fell amongst the two of you in the humid room. Suddenly, you felt him lean down against you. Heavy chest pressing onto your sweaty back- pressing his weight onto you almost fully. Lips parting slowly, he whispered.." I am not going to hurt my future wife, hm." He hummed.
The King of Curses had just called you his future wife.
"Or would you like me to be rougher with you?" He finished, cocks dragging against your warmth. It was like he had swept all the air in your lungs out of you. Your body began heating up even more, your arousal and need expanding through your veins.
"Do as you please, Ryomen." you managed to breathe out. He chuckled deeply, picking up his pace again, cocks hitting depths you couldn't quite reach on your own. " Say my name again." The king grunts.
" Ahh—please you feel so good, Ryomen..."
" Good girl. And as for doing what I please.. I would like to please you..dearest"
His soft and meaningful words clung on to you that night like second skin. Echoing through you as the days went on and you grew comfortable with this newfound title, The King's Dearest..
oh he means it. he means get on top of him and ride him in to oblision— ride him into an unreacheable high, only you could bring him to. And fuck, that's exactly what you were doing. Your mind was drifiting off to a world of pleasure—the evidence on your face not going unnoticed by Satoru even in his fucked out state.
The way your eyes closed, how your lips parted with each soft whimper that fell from your soft lips had Satoru infatuated. You slump over him, nuzzling your head against his neck. Your hands moved with purpose. You dragged a soft hand under his hair. Low groans freed from his throat, this pleasure- it was unreal.
Your hips rolled with an unmistakeable need- lips trailing over satoru's neck in slow teasing motions. With each thrust, satoru's cock plummeted deeper inside your aching cunt. You felt so full . Both his hand's weighed down on either side of your hips, squeezing the plush skin softly.
" Yes—yes! you feel so —hah—good—mmh" he whined against your skin- desire taking over his body. You threw your head back again, this time your hands found their ways on his thighs for stability. "you feel me baby, getting all tight around you?" Your words were enough to make him cum alone. That tone you had and the look you gave him—he was fucked.
And he did feel you, each thrust and roll of your hips had you clenching around his length; bringing him closer to his orgasm. Satoru woulkd be lying if he said he wasn"t seeing stars. He was so lost in this pleasure that he couldn't even think straight.
"fuckk—I can't..'m gonna come, baby" he whimpered softly, bringing you in closer.
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