The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Smut content

He began by licking and sucking on my neck, and then I felt his hands unbuttoning my bra. In one swift motion, he picked me up and placed me on the sink. Without hesitation, he leaned in and took my left breast into his mouth, sucking on it while gently kneading the other with his hand. 

"Gojo—ngh!" I gasped as he gently bit my nipple. The sharpness of his teeth sent a jolt of pain through me, but it was strangely pleasurable at the same time. He seemed determined to make me say his name—or scream it, at this rate. 

"Sa-too... slow down, it hurts," I managed to say. He smirked but didn't stop, leaving a trail of hickeys on my neck, waist, and stomach. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, intense enough to make me feel like I might crumble under their weight. 

"Tell me that stupid belief of yours before I do something stupid," he demanded. I hoped he'd understand, though I expected him to scoff at me.

"Nanna once told me something... 'Only do it with someone who loves you, and whom you love in return. That way, no matter what happens, you won't lose yourself or regret your choices.'" 

He stared at me in silence, his expression unreadable. Crossing this boundary would undoubtedly change our relationship forever, and I wasn't ready to risk ruining what we had. It wasn't that Gojo wasn't worthy of my first time—it was the fear of losing him, and myself, to our primal desires. 

"I understand," he said softly, placing his hands on my knees and spreading my legs wider. I felt exposed, like a frog pinned to the sink. He leaned down and sucked on my thighs with such intensity it felt like he was punishing me. 

In response, I dug my nails into his back, leaving deep scratches. We were both lost in the pain and pleasure, two twisted souls feeding off each other's desires. 

"Sato, were you even listening?" I couldn't deny that I enjoyed this, even if admitting it felt impossible. He knew it, too, and that's why he continued. 

"We're not doing it... yet," he declared, lifting me off the sink and turning me around so my upper body was pressed against the cold surface. He attacked my back with a mix of hickeys and bites, his hands roaming freely—one teasing my breasts while the other slipped beneath my thong, his fingers brushing against me. I was already soaking wet. 

He tugged the thong up, the fabric pressing against me in a way that made me twitch involuntarily. My heart raced, pounding like a drum in my chest. We weren't going all the way, but this indirect intimacy was driving me insane. He wanted me to beg for it, and at this rate, he was winning. 

"Sato, you idiot!" I growled, but he responded with a smack. The sting was painful yet exhilarating, and it only confirmed how twisted we both were.

"Maybe I'm stupid, but I'm not a coward." With that, he slipped on his yukata and left the bathroom.

Aside from Nanna's words, there was something else holding me back—a strange feeling, a hunch, that told me not to cross that line with him... not yet. 

The sound of knocking at the door interrupted my thoughts, and Gojo went to answer it. 

"Family bath is ready!" He announced like it was a national event.

Honestly, I wasn't too thrilled. My body was marked like a battlefield, but the hot water sounded nice.

We arrived at the massive bath—a literal indoor swimming pool filled with steaming water.

Gojo wanted to jump in immediately, but I yanked him back. I could sense the chaos approaching.

And I was right.