Ride It (Drabble)

Ride it (Drabble)

Summary: Riding Azriel, like the filthy degenerate you are 😎

Warnings: Pure FILTH, no plot just smut, overstimulation, MEAN!Azriel, light bondage/shadow play, degradation, praise (if you squint), crying, if I miss any lemme know.

WC: Idk maybe like 1k, very short.

Also unedited because I am embarrassed that I even wrote this.

A/n: Thank you all for the love on the Eris fic, also this is unedited because I was lowkey embarrassed that I wrote this. ANYWAYS have fun :)

*** Minors Do not interact under the cut ***

Oh, how you ended up in this situation. The utter regret you felt last night for even drinking so much, that this morning, Azriel, your typically wonderful mate had you riding him like your life depended on it.

As the cocky bastard leaned back against the headboard with a bored expression on his face. This has been going on for the past hour since the two of you woke up. Your hands are tied behind your back using his shadows. A few of his shadows were constantly flicking and nipping at your perky nipples. His thumb lazily flicked your clit with his piercing gaze never leaving yours as you sat on his lap, his cock nestled within you as you tried your best to rock your hips. Your legs were sore from keeping them wide for so long as you used them to bounce on his fat cock. One of Azriel's scarred hands caressed your torso and then nestled onto your hips, pressing his cock deeper inside you as he lowered them.

"Got to take it all f'me baby," in a lazy tone. Earning another mewl from your lips as it pressed deeper inside your core. The sweat formed on your face as you whimpered, rocking your hips in rhythm with his. The way you would beg, please, please-I can't anymore.

Azriel would bite his lip from groaning, the way his cock would press into your gummy walls. The fucked out look you had on your face as he would gently rock your tired hips for you. Your gaze was now blurry from how much you've come the past hour or perhaps from all the tears covering your eyes.

Azriel was the type of male who loved to push you to a breaking point, loved to go past your limit till you were in tears. Of course, you both had a safe word, but you both knew you enjoyed him torturing you like this. Torture was one of his jobs after all.

"Is that all you can fit, baby? Oh you love how mean I am to you, don't you? That's so sick baby" He chuckled darkly, loving how your body would tremble as he would angle his hips so that when you bounced on his cock it would hit that sweet spot. Every. Single. Time. The way you panted and whimpered from the relentless abuse on your pussy.

"S' big, I can't fit it all love" Of course you could. He just made you by pressing your hips down earning a loud gasp with an O on your lips as he bottomed out. Creaming on his cock, Azriel bit his lip, his nails digging into your soft hips leaving crescent markings.

"Already fucked you dumb, slut? Can't even look at me in the eyes?" He mocked you with a grin, his voice rough and deep. When you would stop moving, Azriel's hips would move, keeping a rhythm, each move strong and calculated. Each time his cock bullied your sweet spot, you would mewl and cry out his name.

"Ah-too deep-Azzy" Moans relentlessly escaping your mouth, like you were confessing to every sin. How his shadows would slither around your body, reaching your clit and mercilessly playing with it until you would cry out. Creating yet another creamy mess.

"You're so tight," As Azriel groaned with a taunting grin on his face. He stopped moving his hips and using his hand held your chin firmly so you had to look at him. In your haze, you could see a smirk on his lips, his tone full of dark amusement. "Now, I want you to ride me like your life depends on that. Got it?"

Moving his hand from your chin to your hair as he tugged to expose your neck. Licking a wet stripe down it. You moved your hips in rhythm, the wet mess below you sticking to your thighs. His moans as you would take every inch of him inside you. Your legs quivering like his cock inside your pussy. His dark brows would furrow together as he held back from moving in rhythm with you.

"Cum for f'm-" He managed to groan out huskily as you moved your hips faster. Your gaze is set on the ceiling. "Oh fuck....Azriel...I'm going to...ah, oh gods" You were desperately trying to hold it all together, how could you not be a mess with your mate bullying your poor cunt like this? His load filled deep within you, the hot sticky ropes filling your cunt to the brim where he could see the white circle at the base of his cock.

"A reward, for my little whore, you don't mind me fucking that cum deeper in you, do you?" Azriel panted as you could feel him hardening yet again inside you as you fell onto his chest. "Don't worry baby, I'll do all the work this time."

Imagine you are looking at Smiskis, debating on what series to test your luck with this time. Choso's arms wrapped around your waist, his cheek rested on top of your head as he casts a sideways glance at the man that was about to pass through the alleyway, who as soon as he caught Choso's stoic gaze decided perhaps another route would be better. You would mumble something like "You can't cling to me in public, Cho," to which the half-curse would reply with "Easier to keep you safe if I'm this close." You weren't leaving his arms anytime soon.

Home

Description: SatoSugu x Reader Fluff, there's not enough out there! I was just kind of observing the sunrise this morning on run and this was brain rotting my noggin since this morning.

WC: 800 (short little blurb)

TW: Angst if you squint?

There's something about slow, cozy Sunday mornings that settled something deep inside Satoru, a quiet warmth that even his boundless energy couldn’t disturb. The soft hum of life happening around him filled the apartment, grounding him in a peace he hadn’t known he needed.

The comforting scent of cinnamon and pumpkin danced in the air, the sweet smell of bear-shaped cookies baking in the oven blending with the slight chill of autumn in Tokyo. Sunlight crept through the windows, bathing the room in a golden hue, the light catching on the glossy hardwood floors and making everything feel softer like time had slowed down to match the rhythm of this domestic, lazy morning.

From his spot on the couch, where both you and Suguru believed he was napping, Satoru peeked over the cushions. His heart warmed at the sight of the two of you going about your routines, so ordinary and yet so precious. The soft rhythm of your knife against the cutting board as you prepped vegetables for the bento boxes filled the room. Was it katsu today, with a crisp side salad? It didn’t matter. Everything you made had a warmth and care that turned it into the best meal of his life. A far cry from the rushed nights when he used to dash down to Family Mart for a quick bite—alone.

Suguru sat at the kitchen bar, his brow furrowed in concentration as he graded the first years' mission logs, occasionally muttering something under his breath about how terrible some of them were. Yet despite his focus, Suguru would look up to chat with you, his voice soft and familiar, laced with the kind of affection that had been reserved for both you and Satoru. And you—your movements were a dance as you moved around the kitchen, your feet bouncing lightly with every step, preparing everything for the day. He couldn't ask for more in this little life.

Satoru's gaze moved to Suguru’s hand as he reached out to take the spoon you offered, that familiar smile already tugging at the corner of Suguru’s lips. It was a small, intimate exchange, one that Satoru had seen countless times but never tired of. The way Suguru’s violet eyes softened as he tasted the katsu sauce you’d just made, the satisfied groan escaping his lips, his wedding band glinting in the sunlight—it was a moment so filled with warmth that it was hard for Satoru to look away.

“It keeps getting more and more amazing every time,” Suguru said softly, his voice velvety smooth, dripping with love as he met your gaze. There was a quiet reverence in the way he spoke to you, as though he were marveling at something sacred. And you—you giggled in response, that lovely blush painting your cheeks, your happiness almost tangible in the way you beamed at him.

Satoru couldn’t resist any longer. He pushed himself off the couch, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he approached. “Hey, hey! Don’t hog all the good stuff,” he teased, opening his mouth wide, his expectant gaze fixed on you. Those bright blue eyes of his glittering with amusement. The laughter that followed as you fed him a spoonful of sauce was light, airy, like the sweetest melody.

As the rich flavor of the sauce hit his tongue, Satoru's eyes widened with exaggerated delight. “This is the best thing in the world!” he chimed with a teasing grin.

Before you could react, Satoru swept you up in his arms, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as your toes barely grazed the floor. The room filled with your laughter as he peppered your face with light kisses, his affection overflowing in small bursts of joy. You never pushed him away. You never pushed either of them away. Instead, you embraced their love, their mess, their flaws and hardships—all of it. You embraced them completely, wholeheartedly, just as you always had.

Because that was who you were—a warm, ray of light, a gift that neither of them felt they deserved but both of them cherished more than anything.

Satoru pressed his face into the crook of your neck for a moment, his voice softening as the weight of everything sank in. This—the three of you, together in this, sunlit kitchen—was all he had ever wanted. No amount of power, no grand estates or gardens of the Gojo clan could compare to this. Home wasn’t a place. It wasn’t the apartment, or the food, or even the lazy Sunday morning routines.

Home was the way you and Suguru looked at him, with warmth, with love, with acceptance. It was the way you and Suguru treated him—like he was more than just Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer. You looked at him with something he couldn’t find anywhere else, something that made this place feel less like a temporary refuge and more like… home.

Okay okay! Minors shoo! ITS BLURB TIME!

Now, just IMAGINE your first time with SatoSugu, I mean, like we're talking first-time virgin. You just forgot to tell them :(.

You barely just met them! Shoko introducing you to them right after you two clicked during her premed biochemistry course that you were just taking as an elective (you nerd!)

And of course, you instantly click with them, the blush on your cheeks as Suguru is leaning in close, tucking a strand behind your ear. Whispering in your ear "You're just so pretty" while Satoru the whole time is just making you laugh just to hear you snort one more time. :) what a goober.

You just thought what a beautiful gay couple!

So, of course, you come over to their apartment! :))) (that's definitely not at the tippy top of one of Tokyo's most expensive apartment complexes) you're out here shocked at the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the bright, colorful city and Suguru is standing beside you. Directing your attention to him, cupping your cheek, and leaning in close, his gaze on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" His words spilled out like honey, and you just went brain dead :( Poor thing, the only thing you could do was nod. Not even realizing Satoru has pressed up behind you, his hands traveling your body pressing open hot kisses on your neck.

You, of course, contented as you were lead to their bedroom, massive 6 bed. Satoru has a condom in between his teeth as he's helping you take your panties off. Suguru has your back to his chest and opens your legs wide.

Leaving you as this panting hot mess. Everything just felt so good! You barely remember it!

Which led to afterwards, catching your breath as you laid against Satoru, Suguru gently cleaning the mess between your thighs. Noticing the hint of blood :(

"Wait were we too rough? Honey you should have something" He cooed softly before you sheepishly admitted you were a virgin.

YOU! 🫵 a virgin⁉️

Honey THEY thought you had GAME! I mean come on! You're so pretty, cute body, and wonderful personality!

So, of course! They ask for a do-over, Satoru is practically begging you to stay the night claiming they'll take you on the best date tomorrow. Because they couldn't just leave this as a one night stand :((

You couldn't just break their hearts could you? After they left you dizzy with kisses? After they made you cream on their cocks? After they made sure that all of Tokyo knew their names from how deep they were fucking your poor cunny?

So of course you say yes, and the rest is history! Literally! You think they'd let you leave, silly goose? :) Don't be dense

*****

Another blurb: seriously they're brain rotting my noggin so hard right now. Hint part two of Stray MAY have Suguru in it 🙂‍↕️💖 because I'm down bad for that guy with the weird bangs.

JJK men that I think would cuddle good.

1. BEST CUDDLE BUG: Suguru. Not biased, but I just feel like first of all, he wraps a lazy arm around you, let's you get comfortable first. He doesn't want his poor baby getting a sore neck because he's cuddling you too tight or at an awkward angle. I just feel like he smells SO good, like lavender, like a cuddle session with him would cure everything. He would also have a glass of water already set on the nightstand for you because he loves his pookie so much.

2. Nanami, honestly, he would just feel safe. Like you know, if anyone comes into your home, he'd be on high alert immediately. Also, he would let you get comfortable first before he buried his face into your hair. Though I think in the middle of the night you both would go on your separate sides because I feel like this man would generate body heat like a furnace. Nanami though once 38 hits, will develop a dad snore. I don't make the rules Gege told me himself.

3. Toji, I mean the man is LITERALLY so big. Now I don't think he would let you get comfortable first, so you may have to fidget a few times to get comfortable, but once you're there, you are set, just a big ol warm teddy bear. Though he would snore, so if you're a light sleeper, just kick him a few times, and he will stop. You may, however, find a knife under his pillow, so proceed with caution.

4. Choso, the sleep baby himself, would be amazing at cuddling. Though, hear me out, you will probably be big spoon most the time. Honestly, he would just want to cuddle all the time. Pressing lingering kisses, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You will not be baby, HE will be baby. Keep that in mind.

5. I love the man, BUT, Satoru is last. I just KNOW he would be a selfish cuddler. Laying on top of you lazily, would probably tickle you just so you don't doze off during the movie. Also the man only sleeps for 3 hours?! You best believe for those whole three hours he is practically smothering you, drooling on you in his sleep, lightly snoring because hes exhausted. Yet, positively, he would just want to be loved on the whole time and he deserves it 🩷

Sorry no Sukuna because he would just eat you :)

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk

Thinking about how if you're out drinking with choso. Perhaps at a karaoke bar with friends, your face nestled in the crook of his neck, your cheeks a bright cherry red, and a drunken giggle escaping your lips occasionally while he is frantically getting you to drink water. Sending a glare to anyone trying to hand you another shot. All worried because why are your cheeks so red? Why are you all warm? Are you sick?

"Please, pretty? Can you drink this for me?" Concern etched in those beautiful eyes of his as you sip the water a "Good girl" escapes his lips in a single breath.