#spider-jo

Spider-jo who is actually CEO!Satoru Gojo, the only other person your husband truly despises aside from Spider-man. He thinks Satoru is a spoiled son of a bitch whose parents are prolific elitists. Internally, you think his argument against the young man is stupid. The Sukunas wealth is and has always been staggering, dare I say, (almost) on par with the Gojos.

“Y’know what, I’d bet if alternate universes are real, in one of them, I’d be choking out that Gojo kid.” He scoffs at the dining table full of Tokyo’s richest people while drinking his third glass of whiskey tonight.

You only laugh softly as to not put your husband down in front of his friends and/or acquaintances (you don’t really know, you’re just here in a beautiful black tie gown to support your husband).

From the other table, where Satoru sits, you hear laughing with all the smiles directed towards him. For a moment, he catches your gaze, smiles, and winks; he does it all to see your pretty face turn red.

Of course, your husband notices; he always does. Even from across the room, he sees how that stupid nepo baby playboy basks in your glow.

Editor-in-chief Sukuna who gets jealous easily, so he drags you out of the event only to deny you SEVERAL orgasms at home. If you like Satoru so much that you’d stare, then you should get used to not cumming properly, no?

“‘Kuna… please…” You whine, legs shaking and pussy leaking from hours of being teased.

“Nah, you can hold it in for one more.” He says as he stops circling his finger on your clit. For a minute, he lets your pussy calm down only to have his middle finger come back crashing onto your sensitive and overstimulated bud.

“Sukuna!!” You cry, but the stupid smirk on his face doesn’t falter. He gets off on this, denying your pleasure—hearing you beg. You married a twisted man.

CEO!Satoru who then crawls one the grand walls of your home as Spider-jo upon hearing your pleas a mile away. Now, it’s his turn to make you feel good. Surely, you’d come out the balcony if he knocked on the glass, no? He’s heard rumors of you rereading the front page on your husband’s tabloids to stare at his picture.

Spider-jo who’s kind of a stalker when it comes to you. As in, he keeps tabs on what you like, what you don’t like, who you’re with, and why the hell you’re staying with your asshole husband, who he admits, isn’t an asshole to you.

CEO!Satoru who uses the newfound knowledge to charm you every time your brute of a husband brought you to events, which is every single time.

Editor-in-chief Sukuna who’s only nice to you. He remembers having girlfriends in college who he’d dump out of nowhere. But you, he can never let go of you. Yeah, he likes annoying you and seeing your face scrunch, but he’d rather hurt himself than ever even think of harming you.

You don’t know it, but at night, when he comes home late, he whispers sweet apologies in your ear, unaware that you’ve been fucked by his arch nemesis just an hour before.

And at those events he loves to take you to? Oh he’s absolutely oh so protective. Always an arm around your waist, always whispering in your ear, and always watching your drink. But he’s never EVER dictated what you should wear. Yeah, he’s obsessive as fuck, but he’s not a loser!

Spider-jo who reveals his identity to you on a random Tuesday. Although, you already had your assumptions when he fucked you stupid. You saw his cleanly trimmed pubes—white as snow.

Editor-in-chief Sukuna who’s hopelessly devoted to you and his girl (your cunt) that sucks him in no matter how many times he’s cum in you. God, he’s obsessed. All he wants is you, now and forever.

You love your husband dearly, but you really want to feel other dicks in your pussy. It’s not your fault that biology isn’t on your side! Hormones and all that shit…

You’re not evil, right? If anyone else was in your place, they’d let THE Satoru Gojo go to town on them regardless of what their marital status is like. Anyone who says otherwise is either straight, lesbian, or lying.

Spider-jo who fucks you so well, it’s actually scary. You see stars, and you swear you’re almost sent to heaven, or perhaps hell, when he drills into your poor hole. One time, he almost broke your bed, and you started crying, thinking your husband was going to find out and call you a whore.

Editor-in-chief Sukuna who you find out has always known about your little arrangement with the friendly neighborhood crawler boy. He doesn’t mind—doesn’t even bat an eye when you seem a little chipper on days you meet him. Honestly, it gets him kind of hard when you writhe under him, screaming his name instead of the scrawny motherfucker with a face so utterly disgusting that he has to hide it.

Maybe he can share you with the masked stranger for as long as you keep being sweet to him. He only wants to see his wife smile, nothing more, nothing less.

CEO!Satoru who uses the pink-haired hunk’s patience for you to his advantage. Under the guise of hidden “tips,” he teases Sukuna about your alleged relationship with Spider-man. The next day, every newspaper in town was filled with the headline, “COSTUMED FREAK: UNMASKED!” Oh, he’s fucked.

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