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You were both casually lying on the plush bed he'd spent too much money on. The sound of a show you didn't know played softly in the background as you both scrolled on your phones. There was an all too familiar itch under your skin that needed to be scratched, only worsening as you looked over to your boyfriend; his top was pulled up as he scratched at his stomach, the pale perfect skin and the dusting of white hair trailing up to his navel had your body aching.

You locked your phone the click getting his attention as he turned to look at you through the black-lensed glasses. Lips pouted in thought as you stared back before you casually dropped, "so, can I ride it?" You could see the way he blinked under his glasses at your request, his body still and lips slightly apart slowly growing into a smirk.

"Like right now?" he asked leaning a little towards you. Licking at your lips you nodded and let your eyes drag across his body. He laughed and tossed his phone across the bed. "Come here then," he said, voice dropping ever so slightly, his hand patting his thigh. Eagerly, you climbed on top of him, thighs either side of his. Gojo pushed himself up against the headboard and once situated he weaved his fingers into your hair and kissed you, hungry, greedy like a man starved for weeks. It was sloppy, but it left your stomach filled with butterflies as you rolled your body into his and sighed through the kiss.

Your breath grew ragged as he pulled away, saliva smeared across his lips. He smiled, white teeth on show. Agonizingly slow he dipped his hand bellow your waistband and rubbed you through your underwear. He chuckled at the quiet gasps you let out. "Show me what you've got."

Kent typed on his laptop, finishing whatever report he didn't finish at work earlier that day. He stretched his neck, head tilting, muscle pulling taught and a sighed groan slipping past his lips. You looked up at him from your phone that softly illuminated the room around you, the day long turned dark. The clicking of the keyboard grating on your nerves - he'd been at it for over two hours. The boredom in you growing restless by the second, your fingers twitching every minute or so, sick of scrolling and texting your friends back.

You kicked the sheets off and slid off the bed, walking towards the man sat in the desk chair. He didn't even turn around to see what you were doing. Peering at the screen in front of you as you stood behind your husband, watching as sentences were typed, deleted and re typed. You lent down, hands braced on his stiff shoulders, lips next to his ear, "Don't you think you deserve a break?" you whispered. He didn't flinch at your voice.

"I'll come to bed in a minute, I'm just finishing up this last report and I-"

"I'll go on top tonight, if you want of course," you whispered and pressed a gentle kiss behind his ear. Kento didn't move, fingers hovering over the keys. You straightened your back and started walking back to the bed, then, his hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to look at him with a smug smile. He rose to his feet and walked towards you, slow, deliberate, hand still wrapped around your wrist. Gently he tugged you into him, now chest to chest.

His head dipped down, stopping just before your lips could meet. "So impatient," he said his breath brushing against your lips. His large hand reached up to cradle your jaw, thumb swiping across your cheekbone and finally he kissed you, rough, deep, walking backwards till your legs hit the bed and you fell back, him climbing on top of you. Pulling away, he tugged at the tie around his neck that he'd forgotten to take off after work.

You checked the last name off of the clipboard as the two men pulled the heavy doors shut with a slam that reverberated around the large room. "Was that the last one?" Geto asked from his seat in the centre of the stage robes billowed around him.

"Yes, she was the last for the day," you replied and placed the clipboard on the floor beside your foot.

His sigh was heavy as he massaged his forehead to be free of the stress from talking to 'monkeys' all day. Even through the robes you could see his tense shoulders, bunched muscle, tight and needing release. You walked down the steps to stand in front of him. Softly, you smiled at him.

He'd hired you to be assistant a while ago, but it was a bit more than that now - one drunken night filled with sloppy kisses and rushed sex.

You watched him for a moment. You watched the way he stretched out his fingers and the way his long hair fell over his shoulder as he tilted his head back, the way his Addams apple bobbed in his throat and the visible clench of his jaw.

He was beautiful.

Unceremoniously, you kicked off your shoes. The difference in temperature as your socked feet hit the wooden floor sent a slight chill up your spine. He stared at you. Eyes directly boring into your own. "What are you doing?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Assistant duties. I'm here to help you remember," you said, your voice smooth.

He hummed and rubbed at his chin letting his eyes wander across your body, undressing you. "How do you intend to do that exactly, hmm?" You watched as his tongue pulled in his bottom lip. You watched how it glistened with saliva in the soft daylight. You watched with deepening need.

"However, you want me to. On my hands and knees. Face down. Bent over. Whatever you want," you paused and sucked in a breath, "on top, your hands all over me." You swallowed thickly, eyes tracking every movement, every muscle. Geto stood up and jumped down from the stage, his steps were fast and a wicked smirk on his lips. He smiled down at you, barely any room left between your bodies.

He pressed his hand over your mouth, his hold tight, firm...dominating. "Yea?" he said mockingly and tilted his head to the side. He lent in close, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, "and if I take you, right here, right now. In this very room, on the floor?" he paused and you closed your eyes, "you'll be quiet?" you nodded hastily and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. He pulled away, eyes locking onto yours, hand still clamped over your mouth."Good."

It was a typical night. Toji had called you, told you to come over or he'd find someone else. You knew he didn't mean it, but he must've been in a pretty sit mood and it only became clearer as he pushed you onto the bed. You pushed yourself up on your hands and watched as he tugged his shirt over his head leaving his hair slightly disheveled - your top long forgotten on the floor.

He climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees, drinking you in for a minute, flushed and bare chested. He lent down and pressed a kiss just above your waistband and you lifted your hips to help him pull the restricting bottoms off. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up to your navel, pressing a kiss just below up before continuing the trail of wet kisses up to your collarbone. He sucked at the skin till satisfied at the mark and moved to the next one littering you with red marks and shallow bites.

You carded your fingers through his hair scratching at his scalp before tugging his head back fiercely, he hissed through clenched teeth. "Why are you in such a mood? What happened?" you asked as he pulled your hand from his hair.

"Nothin'" he mumbled, the scar pulling as he frowned slightly. His large hands grabbed at the back of your knees and pulled your groin into his, his muscles flexing. The hardness pressing against you made you quietly exhale through your parted lips, your mouth suddenly dry. Toji carried on the shower of sloppy kisses along your neck.

"Toji," you said voice nearly above a whisper. "Toji!" you said loud, sitting up. The man in question lent back with a glare and snarl on his lips. "Just," you caught your breath, "just wait a second. I know somethin's wrong, but clearly you don't want to tell me so..." you trailed off.

Toji raised an eyebrow, "Soo? So, what? Are we fucking or not?" he grunted out. You pressed your hand to his shoulder and pushed him, twisting his body so he was now lying on his back. "What are you doing?"

"Just let me take care of you," you mumbled against his skin as you lightly peppered kisses on his abdomen. "Let, me take care of you," you proceeded up his body, hand planted firmly on his chest to keep him planted. You knew he could easily over power you, easily flip the script, have you flat on your front and savagely fuck you from behind. But he wasn't. He didn't move.

He didn't do anything. He just stayed there, staring at you, watching your every move closely, every lick, every kiss, every bite. All he said was, "and what are you going to do sweetheart, you can't even kiss me without shaking," he laughed. It was loud and mocking. It only spurred you on more.

You pulled off the rest of his clothes, fully exposed to your hungry eyes and you licked your lips. You lent forward, back arched somewhat, you kissed him, deep, slow till your mouth hurt and you had to pull away for air. Rocking back until his length was rubbing against your thinly clothed bottom half. "I'm goin' to ride you until you forget what was bothering you . Until all you remember is this moment, until all you can think about is me and your name on my lips," you murmured.

"You're a dirty little thing aren't you princess," he swallowed. with a smirk and grab your hips so you're fully pressed together, "show me what a slut you really are."

You sat naked on the bed watching as Sukuna shrugged off his robe eyes dropping as it fell to the floor. He rolled his shoulders, the muscle in his arms flexing and coiling. You weren't excited. Don't get me wrong you loved the sex, it was good sex, but it got boring - the same position every night. You were to give him an heir. A child born from your womb to carry on his lineage, but you didn't see why you couldn't have fun with it.

Before you Sukuna hardly knew anything about sex just the ins and outs (no pun intended), just the basics. But he was big, all of him was big. Rolling muscle and appendages. He could make you cum from just his fingers, but you wanted more. You wanted more of him. You wanted to feel more of him. So you had a plan that you'd concocted during dinner earlier that evening.

He stalked towards you, slowly stroking himself, face unmoving and heavy eyes. Usually you would just lie back on the bed and let him fuck you open with his fingers till he was satisfied you were ready before pushing himself in, but not tonight. Instead you stood up from your previously position perched on the edge of the abnormally large bed.

Skunk's hand dropped as he looked at you with a look that could kill, mouth open ready to retort . Before he could even make a disapproving sound you said, "I want to try something different, something fun."

"Something fun? Why do we need to do something fun to achieve the conception of my heir?" he asked incredulously his lip curling is displeasure.

"It'll be good. It'll feel good." You played with your fingers as you stared up into his red burning eyes. "Please Sukuna at least grant me this one thing?" you said quiet and soft, trying to intrigue him, make proposition as inviting as possible.

"And what would that be," he sassed rolling his eyes.

"Let me be on top. You can still have control in that position. But it'll feel good for you, feel good for me and you can still get me pregnant."

"I know that, woman," he retorted, "what makes you think you can take me, all of me in that way. You can barely handle my fingers." You walked towards him and placed your hands to his arms, leisurely running your hand up and down, your lip between your teeth as you stared up at him.

"Come on Sukuna. I'll be good. I'll be real good, promise," you whispered and pressed a kiss on his bicep. The King of Curses sighed heavily and rubbed at his eyes before pinching at the bridge of his nose. You knew you'd got him from the way he looked at you, the way he licked at his lips.

"Fine," he grumbled and lied back on the bed, tucking his arms under his head, his legs slightly spread and an evil smirk on his lips - sure you'd fail. Quickly, you clambered on top of him not wanting to waste your chance. "Make sure you put on a show. If it's good. If you're good we'll see what else we could do," he said reaching up to grope at you, smacking your ass loud and hard sure to leave a hand print. You nodded with a smile.