goomie #

Already in the middle of the bed, Zuko had come on top of you, tracing a map with his tongue, with his hot kisses from your lips down to your neck before lifting your blouse—too tight on the body he craves—until he cupped one breast while sucking on the other over the irritating bra that drove him mad it’s in his way.

“Yes, my lady?”

It was hard for you to keep up with his pace, not really used to his feral manner, being usually gentle and slow. Not that you regretted it, just that somehow, because of that, shyness washed over you while your husband’s mind was filled only with how to devour you more and in what way. When you moaned, Zuko continued, assuming your cries of pleasure must be a good signal. He lifted your blouse even higher so he could kiss here too, down to your belly, his hands coming up from the sides of your body, heating you up so much that you barely realised how easily he had begun to undress your lower half.

Zuko groaned when he saw your red panties, the arousal forming a wet, sweet spot, making him hungry. When you instinctively brought your legs together, Zuko placed a hand on them to stop you, and only then did he look at your bashful gaze.

“What is it, love?” He massaged your legs until you got goosebumps, enough to make you spread them on your own. “Didn’t you pick out this lingerie on purpose for me?”

You did. You can’t say you didn’t. After all, you desired him just as much.

His hand reached out to touch you, his fingers gently playing with your pussy while you covered your face with your hands, already feeling extremely embarrassed. And Zuko had stopped at this, his gaze so innocent it was devastating. To have that little glimpse of his kindness in them, so familiar since you meet him that you can recognize it anywhere.

“My love? Should I stop? But you’re so wet for me…”

You bit your tongue as Zuko played with your clit, rubbing it as if he owned it, as if he knew how much power he had over your body, which responded only to him. After learning every spot that makes you cry out in pleasure through the initial stages of multiple failed attempts in the beginning of your relationship, Zuko made sure never to disappoint you again. Yet, his wife’s feelings right now were more important. So, when he towered over you, pecking your lips, nuzzling his head to make your hands drop from your flushed face, his gaze was softer. Fuck.

“…Don’t. I was just…”

Zuko smiled, kissing you sensually as if to reward you for being here with him before he lowered himself from where he was.

“Shy?”

You need to wipe off that teasing smile on his face, yet when you saw him coming between your legs, kissing you softly closer to your pussy, any threatening thoughts vanished. His worshipping, brown eyes make you tremble, making you moan even more when he kisses your clit before sucking it in his mouth, eating your pussy like it was the first time.

“So sweet. You taste so sweet for me.” Sweet? It isn't supposed to be salty—fuck! You guess the fruits you’ve been eating paid it off. Zuko lifted his head, his voice more hoarse. “You’ve always been.” One of his fingers came to circle around your pussy before he pumped it inside, your walls stretching out fast enough for him to add more before his mouth found your pussy again.

His tongue flicked faster and faster while his fingers started making wet noises in the whole room because of how hard he fucked you with them. Your hands come over his head, tugging his hair as your hips lift, grinding on his face while his name falls from your lips, making him look at your ravished face.

“Zuko—P-Please!”

Zuko moaned against your clit, slipping then his fingers as he slide them between your folds before letting his thumb move in fast circles over your clit.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

Your eyes closed, hands gripping the sheets while you barely could lift your head to watch him. Zuko’s heart beat abnormally at what a beautiful, alluring look you gave him.

“Please, fuck me—Please, Zuko. I-I want to feel you inside me—Nhgh!”

“F-Fuck.”

He stops touching you, undressing himself in front of you as you lift yourself on your elbows, sizing him sensually, slowly, until your lustful, seductive gaze catches his. You part your legs more, chasing him as he towers over you, taking both of your hands and putting them above your head.

Zuko looked at you then, losing himself in your gaze, his body moving on its own as yours did the same. Your legs lock around him; the position makes it easier for his tip to test your entrance, causing both of your mouths to open at the feeling while he fills your pussy inch by inch until his dick is still inside to regain his control after your walls are squeezing him. So tight.

You closed your eyes at the same time with him when he claimed your lips while he start moving, low thrust gradually turning deeper until you were out of breath, crying his name.

“My beautiful lady.” His hands pressed against yours from above your head for more support as the bed shook; by the way, Zuko pounded into you. He whispered at every thrust. “Your face. Your presence. Your body.”

“Z-Zuko—“

His hand comes between your legs, to help you cum faster, circling your sensitive clit.

“I adore everything about you.”

Zuko watched you unravel, knowing how much his words affects you, talking you through it as he watched tears falling from your eyes from the intense pleasure you felt bubbling inside. The deep emotion you showed him make him so aroused that licked the wet spot, making your heart pumping violently by the gesture, pressing a kiss after here, before his mouth found yours, letting you taste yourself, mixed with your salty tears.

His deep, rough thrust didn’t stopped, instead your breath stopped at every inch of him reaching more inside your pussy until all you can feel was him. Zuko groaned when he felt your orgasm shaking all your body, warming his painful hard dick inside as your pussy gripped him tighter. Your hand comes over his back, molding your body against his, to be more close.

“I love you, I love you, I love you—“

Zuko groaned, feeling himself way too close, yet yours legs locked him in place.

“Love, wait—“

You cupped his cheeks, looking with your teary, adoring eyes at him.

“P-Please—I want to feel you. All of you, Z-Zuko!”

His eyes widen by the meaning of your words, feeling himself so warm inside that he understood why his love even cry now, so his body responded on his own. Zuko’s head tilted to your head, groaning against your ear as his dick thrust one, two more times before you felt his cum filling your pussy. He push in and out your pussy slowly until he let himself be warmed, staying inside you as his weigh come over you. He kissed your lips, catching your gaze that mirrored him with a single meaning: Love.

“it’s dead, y/n,” he mumbled, with the conviction of a man who just lost everything in the divorce. “i have a ghost dick.”

you had to shove him off your lap for that one, laughing too hard to even be gentle about it. he rolled onto the floor and just lay there, dramatically sprawled, staring at the ceiling with the emptiest expression known to man. you thought it was a joke. something stupid he’d say while drunk and overly theatrical. but later that night, when you’re in bed staring off into space, his words kept replaying in your head.

a ghost dick. a broken dick. gojo satoru… flaccid?

you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

not that you cared about his random hookup or worried for his ego. but because, objectively, there was absolutely no reason for a man like him to ever be soft unless he wanted to be. 6’3, gorgeous, cocky as hell. dumb pretty eyes and long fingers and abs for days. he once moaned in your ear during a horror movie when you jumped and accidentally sat on his lap— said it was your fault. another time he leaned over you to grab the remote and whispered “do i make you nervous?” because your breath hitched. and don’t even get started on the way he’d sometimes walk around your apartment like it was his, half-naked in those cursed grey sweatpants, scratching his toned stomach and yawning like he wasn’t already the center of your personal hell.

so yeah. it wasn’t fair. the universe couldn’t just throw a man like that into your life and then also curse him with a broken dick. it didn’t make sense. it bothered you.

and because your brain was absolutely not wired correctly, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

three— maybe four— little blue pills. the bottle said one, sure, but you wanted to be certain it would take effect. crushed, mixed, stirred into his gatorade before he got there for your usual saturday night hang. he drank it without a second thought, sitting on your couch with one leg folded under him, sipping like he always did while complaining about how hard it is being this hot and pretending not to watch you stretch across the floor in your tiny shorts.

you weren’t even planning on doing anything. not really. you just wanted to see if it worked. wanted proof that his dick still functioned, for scientific purposes or whatever. just a little experiment. harmless!

you did not expect to spend the next hour getting absolutely annihilated.

+

“what the fuck did you give me,” he pants, white strands sticking to his forehead, sweat dripping down his temples, dick still hard, still buried balls deep inside your swollen, aching pussy.

your whole body’s trembling. thighs twitching, arms weak, lungs barely catching breath between sobs. you’ve already cum— twice? no, three times. maybe four. you’re not even keeping track anymore. everything’s sticky, slick, drenched in sweat and spit and the mess between your legs, and your voice comes out wrecked when you finally manage to breathe:

“just… a lil viagra…”

he blinks, once. then laughs— sharp and breathless and slightly unhinged as he grips your hips again, fingertips digging so hard you know you’re gonna bruise. “a little?” he echoes, cock pulsing inside you. “baby, this isn’t a little. this is the fuckin’ olympics.”

you barely get chance to protest before he starts moving again, hips snapping up, driving into you with utmost force like he’s trying to touch your fucking lungs. you squeal, legs kicking uselessly, eyes rolling back as the stretch hits again— painful, dizzying, toe-curling. it doesn’t even feel like you’ve had a break. every inch of your cunt’s raw and sore and he’s still fucking you like he just started. you swear he’s gotten harder. thicker. the first time he pushed in you genuinely thought he was going to break you, and now, it’s just worse. it’s been hell. delicious, addicting, horrifying hell.

“you wanted to help?” he grits out, slamming up again, his voice low and mean, sharp enough to slice through the moan that slips out of you. the squelch from between your legs is embarrassing in volume and way too revealing. “wanted to fix me?”

“yes- i’m sorry, fuck, ‘toru, you’re so big- i didn’t know—!”

“nah,” he spits, pulling out just to ram himself back in all at once, making your entire body spasm. your mouth falls open in a silent cry, tears leaking down your cheeks as your pussy clenches around him, begging for mercy. “don’t apologize now. you did this. you wanted to see if my dick still worked?” he thrusts again, even deeper. “here you fuckin’ go.”

his pace is brutal. relentless. his stamina? inhuman. everytime you try to crawl away, squirm, or twist your hips and breathe, he clasps your thighs and drags you right back down onto him, using your body as his own personal toy. your cunt’s soaked, slippery, stretched out beyond imagination from the constant pressure and the punishing way he keeps fucking into you like he can’t stop— like the drug is pumping through his veins and turning him into a machine. his cock glides in and out with wet, messy sounds, the fat tip dragging across your abused walls, kissing your cervix with every stroke.

“gonna write a report on it?” he huffs against your neck, biting your shoulder hard enough to make you jolt. “‘viagra results: gojo satoru fucks like a demon.’ put that shit in a thesis.”

“shut up—!” you cry, slapping weakly at his arm, but it’s no use. your moans betray you anyway— breathy, high-pitched, stupid. your body’s giving up, your pussy’s giving in, clenching so tight around him it’s like your brain’s trying to melt out of your ears.

“make me,” he snarls, thrusting harder, faster, he’s so deep your vision goes white for a second.

you try. you really do. but he’s fucking you so hard now you can barely think, let alone speak. every word dies on your tongue, strangled by the way your breath stutters, whimpers tumbling out of your mouth like sobs. your moans get slurred, choked, punched out of you with every thrust. your eyes roll back and still, he doesn’t stop.

“fuck, listen to you,” he pants, staring down at the way your tits bounce wildly with every roll of his hips. “actin’ like a lil sex doll. my dumb, pretty fucktoy.” he leans closer, tongue dragging across the rim of your jaw. “you wanted me hard? wanted me desperate? look at what you did to me.”

you nod dumbly, overwhelmed to the point you could hardly remember your own name. the moment those words leave his mouth, your pussy squeezes like it’s trying to trap him in. he groans, deep and ragged, cock twitching violently inside you.

“toru, i can’t, i can’t anymore—” you sob, voice cracking completely.

“yes you can,” he growls, “you will. i’m not done testing.”

and then he flips you over, quick and brutal, your face shoved into the sheets before you even have time to react. you shriek when he yanks your hips up and slams back inside, no warning, no mercy, the angle curves his cock right into your g-spot with maddening precision. you scream into the pillow. scream again when he grabs your hair and pulls, arching your back for him, his hips pistoning into your ass with a sound so loud it’s practically pornographic.

you don’t even try to crawl anymore. it’s pointless. your body’s done. broken in. you just lay there and take it, crying into the sheets while he wrecks you from behind, drilling into you over and over and over. as one of his hands fists your hair, the other’s slapping your ass so hard it burns, the sting blooming across your skin in waves.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he moans, jaw clenched. “so wet. so mine. god, look at you. takin’ this monster cock like you were made for it.”

you can’t stop clenching. can’t stop cumming. he fucks you through another orgasm, and another, until your thighs seize up and your brain’s nothing but static. your drool seeps into the pillow. your moans have dissolved into nothing but mindless gasps and cracked cries. you’re babbling nonsense, stuttering, barely conscious.

and the most terrifying part?

he still isn’t done.

+

you wake up the next morning with your legs completely numb and gojo snuggled up beside you, soft snores puffing against your neck, his heavy arm draped across your waist like dead weight. your entire body aches. your thighs are sticky. your hips feel as if they’ve been dislocated. you try to move— just a little— and immediately regret it. your knees wobble at the mere thought of standing. your pussy’s still twitching, your sheets are ruined, and he’s still somehow half-hard against your ass.

you groan softly. try to sit up. fail instantly.

gojo stirs beside you, yawns into your skin, then peels himself away with a pitiful grunt. he blinks around the room like he has no idea where he is, squints down at his still-throbbing erection and mutters something about “fuckin’ viagra from hell” under his breath. then he limps off to the bathroom, still naked, cupping his dick like he’s protecting it from a sniper.

you’re barely awake when your phone buzzes on the nightstand. the screen lights up with a notification.

gojo (dumbass 🫶):

bro

this thing still won’t go down

can’t even piss

help 😭

“To be fair, Sukuna-sama wasn’t aware that we’d be attending. Otherwise, I’m almost certain he would have waited for you.” You didn’t believe that for a single second. “This way, my lady. I believe their fight is nearing its end.”

When you finally set your eyes on your husband again, he was watching over the burning corpse of the curse he’d been fighting. At your side, Uraume dropped to their knee on the charred sphere you were standing on. In another life, one that was set a thousand years ago, you might’ve knelt before your king, too. 

However, this was a different era, and you’d had a thousand years to stew in your anger and contempt after being neglected and abandoned by your husband. To say you were livid was an understatement; therefore, the only one who would be doing the kneeling between you and Sukuna was going to be Sukuna kneeling for you.

“Who are you?” he dared to ask, not even turning to look at you or Uraume.

“It’s nice to see you again, Sukuna-sama.” 

You rolled your eyes at the pleasantries that always dripped off Uraume’s tongue when they addressed your husband–as if he deserved it.

“I’ll have to disagree with you, Uraume,” you gritted out, finally earning the attention of the insufferable man you bound yourself to all those years ago. “I feel rather nauseous upon our meeting.” 

He glanced at you over his shoulder, red eyes, mirthless and unamused, narrowed in your direction as he tried to fit the familiar pieces together. Then, as if the realization struck him at once, they ever so slightly widened in surprise, then filled with just a touch of fear. 

Good.

“You spineless coward.” His throat bobbed as he gulped, watching as you paced forward, paying no mind to the singed ruins burning the hem of your kimono. “You disgusting, petulant, monstrous, little brat–do you have any idea how long you’ve left me alone?! To deal with the consequences of your actions that you left behind without a moment’s notice?!”

He grabbed your wrist to stop you from stabbing your finger into his chest. “You’re angry-”

“Yes! I am angry! You did not tell me you were abandoning me-!”

“I did not abandon you-”

“Do not play dumb with me!” Your hand surged up to grab onto his face, fingers digging into his cheeks to pull him down to your level. So easily, he could have pried you away from him, yet he didn’t. Instead, he only rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish. “You said you were going away for a while.”

“And that was true. It has been a while, yes?”

“I did not think you meant a thousand years!”

“Your mistake then.”

You were about to grind your teeth down into little nubs with how tightly you were clenching your jaw. A sneering hiss passed your lips, and you harshly dragged your hand away from his face. 

“This boy that you’re inhabiting–your vessel-”

“Yuji-”

“I do not care for the brat’s name!” Sukuna flinched at your tone. “Does he feel pain when you are fronting in his body?”

“No.”

“Good.”

With his answer, you didn’t hesitate to back hand him across the face, putting all your rage into the one swing. He grunted with the impact to his cheek, but took the attack as he should–wordlessly and without punishing you back. 

The space around you went quiet, only filled by the crackling sound of embers and distant screams of anguish as you dragged your hand back, shaking out the tingles quickly before holding it out to him, which he begrudgingly took to heal it for you. 

“That has quelled the worst of the anger.”

He only grunted in response to that, tracing his thumb over the back of your hand until it didn’t ache anymore.

“There.” When he let go of your hand, you didn’t pull it back. You kept it held out in front of him until he groaned and grabbed it, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before lowering it to your side in a soft, delicate motion. “Good?”

“Adequate,” you corrected him, crossing your arms and sliding your hands into the sleeves of your kimono. “With that out of the way, I will admit that I’ve missed you.”

He exhaled a faint sigh of relief, the smallest smile ticking up on the corners of his mouth before disappearing. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Have you really?”

“Indeed. Want me to prove it to you?”

“No need.” Your nose curled at his insinuation, eyes glaring over his new body. “I’ll take your word for it. I’ve no interest in lying with someone so young and who lacks the proper number of appendages. You’re missing two of your arms.”

He chuckled, “Among other appendages, but yes, I’m aware.”

You grabbed the uniform he was wearing, bunching it in your fist to push it up to his chest, revealing his boringly bare torso, no belly mouth in sight. “And the best part about you is also missing. How tragic…”

“My apologies.” 

With a scoff, you released the uniform top, returning your hands to your sleeves. “When will this affair be over? And I mean completely over. I want my husband back, and I want him in my husband’s body.”

“Hard to say. I have a few more things I’d like to do.”

“Make it quick then. I want to spend the New Year together-”

“It’s not that simple-” At his interjection, you raised your brows, making him fall silent before he sighed, “I’ll make it quick.”

“That's the way.” You took a small step toward him, closing the gap between you. “Lean down.”

When he did, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, which made him grumble, “That’s it?”

“It’s all you deserve.” 

You gave his chest a pat before turning on your heel, only to be caught by your wrist and pulled back against him. His arms circled around your waist as his face pressed into the crook of your neck. Sukuna inhaled deeply and released it with a sated groan, hand dragging down your hips to palm your asscheek. 

“You’re not really leaving already, are you?” He pressed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. “You should stay. I’ll fight you next. It'll be the most fun we've both had since I left.”

“No, thanks.” You let him place only one more kiss to your skin before pushing away. “Don’t make me wait too long, Sukuna. I’d hate to have to find someone else to take care of me.”

He snorted, “Like who? No one else can handle you.”

You shrugged innocently. “I hear Satoru Gojo’s in Shibuya. Sealed up tight in the prison realm. Maybe I’ll just take it for myself and free him. Maybe then I’d renounce my title as your queen and devote myself to fighting for his cause. Offer myself up as his wife, too–I’m sure he’d appreciate a step up in the competition, don’t you?”

You could feel his anger wafting off of him in waves, hitting you in the back of the neck as you grinned.

“I’ll kill you both.”