sum. instead of two dicks, sukuna has one dick and a… clit?
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw. true form sukuna, heian era au, genuinely idek what cw to put here. oral (m receiving) but it’s not standard male genitalia?, piv sex, pearl necklace + mild cum play
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ an. idk why but for some reason this feels like one of the most perverted things ive written
Contrary to popular belief, the King of Curses was not the sex fiend many thought him to be… for no other reason other than that he simply didn't seem to hold much interest for it.
Women were food, and food is for eating not fucking.
But there are benefits to having some kind of bond with Sukuna and amidst those benefits was that he didn’t see you as food for the most part — which meant sex was still on the table.
Despite that, it was still months since your relationship with Sukuna began to deepen when he started to show the first seeds of lust — and even then, all sexual encounters required only you to undress.
Finally came the night you'd both had a bit too much sake to drink and the frolicking went far enough.
In the glow of the oil lamp within his chambers he removed his hakama and you saw him nude for the very first time.
There was, of course, one huge cock dangling between his muscled thighs — so large it bowed downwards beneath its weight even though he was fully hard.
And above it was a small structure you couldn't quite place at first — a fleshy little bud protruding from the skin.
Frankly there wasn't much to think aside from genuine curiosity.
…Which of course wasn't appeased with how your face was smushed into the futon, ass forced up into a steep arch.
Soon enough, you picked up that whatever it was, wasn't something you could even think of bringing up unless you wanted your tongue sliced clean off — which you knew well enough that Sukuna would do.
Without the chance of dying and his ability to heal with a single touch, any of your non-essential body parts were at risk, in fact.
So for weeks you were left to wonder by yourself in the safety of your own mind.
Eventually he began allowing positions where you could actually manage to sneak a glance at it and you noticed that it would swell somewhat when he was aroused.
Whatever it was, it was functional — and eventually you came to the conclusion that it was a clit.
A bit on the larger side, but a clit all the same.
It took considerable time and patience before you even dared to act on your realization.
But one night while riding him you risked sliding a hand down to brush a finger against the small peak before he could notice.
Instantly a whole-buddy shudder ran through him, muscles momentarily tensing under you—
Before you were met with a venomous glare. "Do not fucking touch—"
He practically bit his tongue off in an attempt to stifle whatever noise was about to come out as you rubbed it again.
Taking advantage of this newfound vulnerability, you rubbed tight little circles on it, grinding your hips with increasing vigor, walls squeezing tight around his girth.
You've never seen Sukuna cum so fast.
The lower pair of hands digging nails into the flesh around your hips until it stung, all four eyes rolling back with a throaty groan as his cock shot its load inside you.
Sukuna normally came for about two or three seconds — but with you continuously stimulating his clit, he came for nearly six seconds.
Immobilized for six whole seconds as milky seed started spilling out of you, around his length and into the thatch of hair around the base.
But the instant his orgasm finished, before you could even consider enjoying a sliver of satisfaction, he was flinging you off like a rodent that had scampered up his hakama.
"Hey!" you complained, toppling over the side of the futon, halfway on the wooden floor, "I didn't finish yet."
"Finish? You should be grateful I'm not finishing your life right now," he growled, shoving you even further away from him when you tried to crawl back. "Stay back, wench."
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you feel good—"
"Don't bother with your pathetic excuses," he barked, "You're banned from sleeping in my bed tonight."
Your jaw dropped. "What?! All because I touched your clit?! I have one too and I let you touch it all the time."
"Call it that again and you'll be losing tongue privileges for the next week."
For the sake of your tongue, you shut your mouth.
Despite that incident, with enough patience over the next few weeks, little by little, he did grow more comfortable with you touching it—till finally you gained enough of his trust to be here:
Throat contracting around his cock, spit and precum dripping down your lips and chin, hair strands sticking to your temples, eyes watery and jaw tight with the flaring pain… and one hand above his dick, gently caressing the bud.
It's more sensitive than yours, you quickly learned — which perhaps explains his adverse reaction that first time.
Soon you're pulling off his cock, coughing slightly from the soreness left behind where his tip was repeatedly ramming into your pharynx.
Sukuna blinks. "Fuck are you doing?"
"I want to be," you hover your wet, swollen lips near his clit, "up here."
Your lashes flutter up, looking to him for permission as your hand continues to lazily stroke his cock.
His gaze bores back down for a long moment as though he's conflicted — and finally with a pained sigh, "…Fine."
It's almost ridiculous how gleeful you are at this opportunity.m, fingers tightening around his shaft.
In response his own grip tightens in your hair as well when you lean in, as if to be able to yank you off at any point if needed.
You stick out your tongue, using the tip to start off with a delicate swirl around the pearled clit. It stiffens further under the touch, a low exhale slowly leaving him.
Encouraged, you pump him faster and lick over the bud, sealing your mouth to try a soft suction.
There's a noise he lets out — like he's tried to bite in a moan and left it to die in his throat.
You hum, wiggling your tongue over it till his entire body tenses and you think you might actually feel his hips pull back ever so slightly.
Arousal begins clinging at your entrance from how oddly intimate it all feels; never have you seen Sukuna so vulnerable.
You flick your tongue over and back across the smooth bud, swollen but still soft. Precum sticks to the palm still continuously dragging up and down his shaft.
Daring to go even further, your other hand lifts to delicately feel around where your mouth is — and pull the hood back.
"Fuck—" he breathes as you lave it with saliva.
Then you come up with the brilliant idea to very carefully close your teeth around it — and bite. Just enough to apply pressure.
It's tender between your teeth, even when he hisses as it start to twitch violently.
And just like that he cums, hot semen splattering across your tits in rhythmic spurts.
You lap at him till completion, till he's roughly pushing you off the sensitive nub.
He catches his breath as you sit back on your haunches, grinning up at him as milky beads of cum roll down your skin.
"Don't give me that look," he mutters. "It's insufferable."
"I can't be happy that I made you feel good?"
"You're not happy, you're smug."
The maw opens to allow the large tattooed tongue inside slither out.
You don't flinch as it licks up the splattered cum on your chest in one smooth drag, the warm muscle gliding over your skin.
Then it extends towards you, runny semen mixed with saliva smeared at the tip.
Without hesitation, you lean in and open your own mouth to lick it clean.
For all his complaining, both of you know you'd go to shameless lengths to please him.
Synopsis. Your milkshakes aren’t bringing all the boys bulls to the yard? You’ve never been properly fúcked through your heats? Don’t worry, there’s a new bull hybrid on the farm - Toji Fushiguro. And he promises to milk you dry.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farm AU, hybrids AU, farmer!Shiu cameo, RÚTS, feraI Toji, he’s kept away, face-sítting, oraI (fem rec.), spítting, fíngering, manhandIing, overstím, he’s BIG, making it fit, p sIapping, p talking, mean Toji, tummy buIges, Toji with níppIe píercings, heat-inducing, first times (for you), vírginíty Ioss, ROUGH s, tail-pulling, running from it, dúmbifícation, BRÉEDING, matíng presses, Iactation, drinking it, creampíes, cúmpIay, implied marathon, slight exhíbitionísm, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 12.8k
A/N. ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT- inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e (an absolute sweetheart, tysm for letting me write this) and to all the babygirls who summoned me there <33
“Another bull hybrid?” Shiu growls into his phone, listening to the conversation crackling from the other end of the line. “A Japanese Shorthorn at that?”
Those things were huge…
With a hand on his hip, he casts a thoughtful look out into the horizon. The beaming, bustling, sun-baked farm; amongst the tufts of grass, Shiu’s hybrids grazed, occasionally flicking their ears in the direction of the conversation. All but one of them.
In the shade of the overlarge crimson barn, he could spot you dozing away in the shade—one of his proudest purebred cows.
“No- no, I hear you.” He listens to farmer Kusakabe’s begging, “It’s not a space issue, it’s just…” Shiu hesitates, throwing yet another glance your way. Still dazed. Still exhausted. “It’s just that one of my cow hybrids- yes, her- fine, my favorite, just finished her heat. And I was worried that introducing a new bull would…”
A few more pleas.
Until, ultimately, the farmer sighs.
“Fine…send this Toji over then.”
“Oh, thank fuck! You have no idea how much I appreciate it, man.” Kusakabe bellows in celebration, and Shiu’s forced to lean his head away from the speaker if ever he valued his ear drums.
Atsuya Kusakabe was a farmer specializing in hybrids just like Shiu was, though his friend had taken it a step further and raised only bulls on his farm. Though he really did reconsider this friendship when the other was trying to pawn off one of his biggest bulls on him for a few days.
In his bemused wonderment at his friend, Shiu almost doesn’t register the soft nudge of something against his open palm. Something warm, something silky. He snaps his head down- and a sudden smile spreads across his face as he realizes just who it was.
You’d wandered off from your cosy lil’ corner, and cuddled up to him leisurely.
“Hey there, girlie.” Shiu whispers, reaching his fingers up to scratch behind your ecstatic ears. You weren’t quite the social hybrid, even amongst your own kind. Always frolicking by yourself when let out to graze, always straying behind the group after milking.
Shiu couldn’t even tease enough out of you (not even half a bucket!) when compared to the rest of the cows here. But the thing is, you seemed perfectly content with your few close attachments on the farm, your few friends, your rejection of many bulls (and trust that the attempts to woo were many). And whether that was because you’d grown too attached to him, whether that was just the way you were - he didn’t exactly mind.
He knew he shouldn’t have favorites, and yet…here you were.
“Feeling all better?” He’s asking, and you’re nodding languidly. Still tired, then. This season’s heat had been as powerful as ever - out of all his hybrids, it was safe to say that you had one of the strongest.
The neediest.
The sultriest.
Which wouldn’t even have been notable if you’d just let another bull hybrid mount you through them to ease the urges, perhaps even result in a cute lil’ calf for his farm- but that was exactly the problem.
You didn’t.
Shiu couldn’t even count on two hands how many times he’d tried to pair you off with one of his bulls - and each time had ended in a disaster. Either you’d barricaded yourself in another part of your barn room, or you’d claw your way outside altogether. Each and every time, Shiu would check on you in the middle of your heats to find that you were in the throes of your desires, fiddling with nothing but the toys he’d gifted you, and his sullen bulls would be pouting n’ pushed off to one side. Useless, really.
No matter how needy you were, you just wouldn’t take to them. And it wasn’t that they were particularly weak, or unattractive - there was Ino who you’d just ended up chatting through your heat with, Kashimo and Ijichi who you’d both kicked out, Takaba who you didn’t even look at, Naoya who you…
Yeah, he didn’t want to think about the beaten-up state you’d left Naoya in. It made him laugh.
He wondered who the problem was - those bulls that couldn’t woo you properly, or you who couldn’t be wooed.
He blamed the bulls.
And he’s patting the top of your head tenderly, carefully avoiding the slight protrusions of your horns that were oh-so-sensitive. Mutterly absent-mindedly, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Trust that we’ll find you a proper mate next year, girlie.”
You can only nod unsurely, gesturing at his phone. “Someone’s talking, Shiu.”
“Huh? Oh someone’s-” Oh, right, he was in the middle of his call still. He’d almost forgotten. Shiu tunes into the latest of Kusakabe’s spiel, and it didn’t seem like he’d missed out on anything too important—
“-had no idea what I was going to do for the few days I’d be in Tokyo for the Hybrid Farms Convention, I’ll pick him up right on my way back from there.”
“Mhm, sounds good.” He rattles off.
“You can keep him anywhere you like, to be honest. He doesn’t have any specific requirements, he’s just as sturdy as he is massive- hah! Though, I do give Toji a separate room of his own from the others…just in case.”
“Mhmmm.”
“My apprentices will be taking care of it while he’s gone, all ready for that big boy to be back.”
“Mhmmm.” Shiu lightly furrows his brows—if he has apprentices, and he has other bulls he’s leaving behind, then why did he need to leave Toji in particular with Shiu again? Oh, whatever…
“And you remember what I said earlier, right?”
Well, he wasn’t really listening but…“Mhm-”
“You have to keep an eye on Toji while he’s in rut.”
“Mh-” Shiu’s eyes bug out of his scalp, his knees grow a little weak, and he damn near drops his phone- oh, too late. He’s already dropped his phone down into the green grass below, startling you in the process. “While he’s in what?”
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Name: Toji Fushiguro
Age: 30’s (approx.)
Hybrid type: Bos taurus
Height: 6’2+
Weight class: 1600kg - 1800kg.
Other notes: Subject has a sleek black coat, high intelligence, and a somewhat temperamental demeanour. He will insult you if it comes to infringing upon his freedom. Does not care for medical exams. Continuous horn growth that shows evidence of strong fighting capabilities, fatal power, and weapon-like appendages. It should be noted that the subject is of a larger size even amongst Bos taurus (in particular, the Nambu shorthorn bulls) and needs larger spaces of leisure than most. Take care to handle, needs multiple handlers.
Shiu’s face only grows pale as he reads down the medical sheet, quickly flicking his eyes to the very end so that he might be able to spare himself some of the torture.
-particularly powerful ruts with the urge to breed. According to the handler, it is noted that the subject has not spent a rut in the presence of a mate.
Even paler.
To emphasize, he is unmated.
And paler.
And currently nearing his rut.
For the second time in the past 24 hours (which isn’t many times, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice) Shiu’s fingers drop whatever he was holding in shock. Diligently, you’re right beside the farmer to pick up the piece of paper and hand it to him - giggling when he drops it for a third time.
Though, it was by sheer miracle that he doesn’t just faint right then and there.
Oh—he catches a glimpse of Kusakabe’s large white cattle trailer backing up into his hybrid pen and can feel himself teetering already. Thankfully, you were right there to nudge your head against his frame in support, slightly worried for the human man.
Because not only was Toji said to be nearing his merciless rut, but according to the medical sheet that his friend (‘friend’ hah!) had handed to him, he was unmated?
Makes sense, Kusakabe’s farm specialized in bulls.
But perhaps if Toji had a mate then the cow hybrids of this farm would be safe- he casts a sidelong look your way. Perhaps you - with your still-sweetened pheromones, and your even sweeter demeanour - would be safe.
“N-nothing-” The farmer places a hand on your head and pats, faintly. “Nothing at all, don’t you worry about a thing, girlie.”
Ah, well…Shiu thinks to himself, watching as the truck finally finishes reversing, and Kusakabe (that bastard!) slides out of the driver’s seat to open up the towering steel door in the back. It looked so massive compared to the admittedly above-average man, and that only made Shiu’s tension increase twofold at what may be lurking behind those metal gates.
Ones that seem to burst open with a roaring screeeech—
“Oh, shit.” His mouth was desert-dry, his grip unyielding on you who’d been angling your head to get a better look. “Oh, shit.”
Because Toji Fushiguro was massive.
Dominating.
So many thousands of kilograms of a hybrid that sauntered smugly out of the trailer, as if he owned it. As if he owned this entire farm and everyone in it.
The rest of the hybrids were drawn in by the commotion, turning their curious eyes towards the refined horns that gleamed as they entered the light. Towards the thundering ground. The powerful flank. The polished coat. The single golden ring ‘round his nostrils.
And you had to admit that you didn’t expect him to be so…handsome.
All ruggedly scarred lips from his tussles, and a face that seemed to be carved by the heavens above. You let your widened peripherals glide down the smooth skin of his front; all broad shoulders, prominent pecs, the cutest golden hoops pierced through his pink nipples, and abs for days. He shakes his shaggy black bangs out of his gaze.
Those smug verdant eyes that take one look your way - the way that Shiu had his possessive hold on you - and narrow.
Kusakabe startles as his prized bull hybrid suddenly stops in his tracks, his grip on his leash slightly faltering. And it seems that everyone within the pen holds their breath as a low huff of gruff displeasure leaves Toji, scorching hot fury reaching where you were.
Jaw clenching.
Eyes flashing.
He lowers his horned head as if he was about to-
“Ah ah-” Kusakabe’s the one to break through the charged tension on the farm with his command. He tugs on Toji’s firm leash, though, as a farmer, Shiu thinks he could see the slight waver in his movements.
Toji’s rumbling in refusal, tugging against the restraints. And Kusakabe’s nearly thrown off his feet- before he’s holding onto the side of the truck for balance, pulling the bull hybrid away from where his sights were set. “Easy, boy, easy.” He’s looking at you two with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, he’s just a bit excited with the ru-”
“Ahem ahem ahem-” Shiu suddenly coughs, cutting off the other man. “Better get him settled inside his enclosure, Kusakabe. Don’t want any more trouble now…”
“Ah- right, right.”
And with a slight swat at Toji’s flank, he’s fighting against the hybrid to guide him towards that lil’ enclosure made specifically for him. Shiu had taken care to section it off from the rest of the pen where the cows were, with hardy wooden tree trunks that composed the fences. And not one, but two padlocks that Kusakabe seems relieved to lock once he’s managed to get him inside.
Hands slightly shaking where Toji breathes hotly down his neck, black tail flicking in irritation.
“Calm down, calm down.” The farmer wasn’t sure whether he was telling it to Toji or himself- finally finishing off with the locks and looking up at him. “Now- you be a good boy, alright. Don’t give Shiu any trouble, don’t fight too hard with the other bulls- no use in telling you not to fight, I know you won’t listen to that anyway, and no matter what-”
Toji raises an unimpressed brow as Kusakabe raises a directing finger.
“-no going overboard with your rut.”
“And what exactly does ‘overboard’ mean?” Shiu wearily nears the special pen, arms carefully lifted off of you and wrapped around his own body in comfort.
Kusakabe beams, “No idea! We’ve never had him near cows before!”
Shiu felt like hitting him.
“Well, she just got off her heat-” At the way that Toji’s nostrils flare, his grin widens, Shiu almost regrets saying that with a gesture towards you. Oh? He blocks the bull’s greedy line of sight towards you, and grumbles. “-so no funny business.”
Toji scoffs.
“Use your words, Toji.” Kusakabe pleads, “No need to be like that.”
And he takes a second to pause. To consider. To seemingly mull over his words before- “Eat my ass-”
“Toji-”
“That’s it-” Shiu spits, not waiting for either man nor hybrid to finish before he’s stomping off to where you were watching the commotion from (as was the rest of the farm, but it seems like this hulking intruder had eyes only for you).
And with his hand placed gently where your flower-patterned collar was, Shiu leads you away from the herd. Away from the pen. Away from Toji, towards the barn where your room was. “That’s it- for the time that that bull is here, he won’t be seeing a single glimpse of you, that’s for sure.”
“But why?” You whine, your head tugging backwards. And Shiu could almost balk at the way that you - you - were half-heartedly resisting his grip, trying to look back at Toji. “Why can’t I-”
“Because.”
And that was that, you were isolated inside the barn, and Toji was padlocked away in his pen. Far, far away from you for the time that he’d be staying there.
And as Kusakabe waves his exit from his farm, promising to be back in a few days, Shiu makes sure to get a good punch in (all in good friendship, of course). Because Shiu Kong was calm. Shiu Kong was composed. Shiu Kong could survive just a few days with an in-rut bull hybrid infiltrating his farm.
“And how long until you’re back again?”
“Three- ouch, three days. You have a good right hook, man.”
After all, it was exactly that - just a few days.
What’s the worst that could happen?
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The first day.
Toji could see you.
Through the slightest crack in those barn doors, just the tips of your ears peaking out as you glimpse at him. It turns out that just Shiu’s command couldn’t hold you, and you staggered your way up to the barn doors whenever that damned farmer of yours wasn’t around to see. Watching. Waiting.
Taking in the sight of him.
And it wasn’t that Toji wasn’t used to stares - he was a prized bull hybrid, larger than most. So it was quite the given that he’d gather stares from competition, from unmated cows, hell, even from farmers who would like their chance at raising human-hybrid offspring. And so it wasn’t exactly new…
But just this way you were looking at him…it made him shiver.
Those pretty doe-eyes held up a curious, somewhat fearful, admiration. A slight arousal dampening between your legs that his honed senses could smell from even here—
Toji swears something in him had snapped the very split-second that he’d arrived here.
That he’d first locked eyes with you.
That he’d first sniffed at the remaining sweetness of your heat. Your sex.
Every sense in him right now (even the rational ones) were screaming at him to break out of this enclosure and waltz right up to you, break through those barn doors if he had to. He wanted to smell your pheromones. To hold you. To stuff his hot, throbbing cock between your legs and watch as you struggle to take it all.
He wanted to breed you.
And - multiple times - Toji found himself barging against the locked doors of his pen. Whispering your sweet, sweet name underneath his breath (learned from some of the other hybrids that watched him), ramming his horns against the wooden walls.
He was in rut.
Badly.
Badly, badly, badly.
The sheer intensity of it was more than anything else he’d ever felt- fuck, not even his first rut had felt this strong. It wasn’t that he was unmated. It wasn’t that he was in an unfamiliar place. It was just you, you, you.
Taking the wind out of his lungs. Making his length ache heavily between his strong legs. Wafting his intoxicating scent - something spicily sweet, with a peculiar tang in it that made you drunk on it like liquor, like mulled wine - all the way to where you were watching from the barn doors.
You’re sagging heavily against its wooden frame to take it in, sighing at the murky pheromones that seemed to cloud the entire farm-
“Oi, girlie!”
And through it all, that damned Shiu had made sure to cockblock him.
Even now, here came his annoying, grating tone. He’d kept a close eye on Toji ever since Kusakabe had left in his truck, rarely straying too far from the hybrid pen. He was always butting in, always breaking the stare-down between you two.
With one hand on his hip, the farmer watches as you startle at his voice. Suddenly hurrying to stumble back inside the barn where you came from.
And it would’ve almost been cute had it not been a result of you breaking one of his direct rules: do not interact with the bull in rut. But the thing is, you’d never seen a bull like him—and he was in rut? Oh…
Shiu barks out, “Where’d you think you were going, huh? Yeah- that’s right, inside.” And with you gone, Shiu would glare up at Toji. Toji wasn’t shy to glare right back.
“Problem?” He smiles.
“Yeah-” The farmer had crinkled his nose- and pointed at the way that Toji had been impatiently pushing against the enclosing walls, trying to break out, trying to get to you. He spits out distastefully, “-that. Don’t think you’re getting anywhere near her, got it?”
“Not at all.”
That night, Shiu had sent for a few more locks to be delivered from the hardware store downtown (he wasn’t even sure that they did delivery, but he’d coax them into if it meant not taking his eyes off of you). Multiple. He’d fixed them onto the gates of Toji’s pen, “This should keep you out.” Shiu had declared, jangling the metallic additions with one hand. “Not even the finest bulls in the world would be able to break through these. Hah! Take that.”
“Fuck off.”
He’d charged at the other man, but alas, the gates stayed steadfast.
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The second day.
Toji had murmured your name like a mantra all night.
All night.
Again and again and again-
“He really doesn’t seem so bad, Shiu.” You’d tried to whine to the farmer, when he’d come back into the barn after fixing a few more locks - the count was reaching upwards of ten by now - on the gates of the bull’s enclosure.
But Shiu had only waved off your pleading noises, “Now, don’t give me that look. I heard the way he was ramming against those gates last night, I heard his bellows.” Needless to say, you had, too…“And I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be out when such a bull is in rut, girlie. Not unless you wanted to be mated- hah!”
Well…
You pushed your quivering thighs together. You’d hate to admit that in the privacy of your room last night, listening to Toji grow so desperate, listening to him say your name like that…you’d actually reached for your heat toys about once or twice.
You’d never felt this way about a bull before- hell, you’d never felt this way about anyone before.
And it was such a strange sensation to be glidin’ up the buzzin’ tip of your vibrator to your clit, massaging that sweet lil’ nub without the carnal pangs of your heat. Just the carnal pangs of…pure need-
“Besides.” Shiu’s cutting through your lecherous memory, and you hope the evidence of your lewd acts don’t show on your face. He gently pats at your head, the way he’s done so many times before. “You don’t need to be mounted by such a big, bad bull. My poor girl.”
“I don’t?” You mutter to yourself.
And Shiu doesn’t seem to catch on, “After all, it’s not like you’re in heat.”
No…you suppose not.
But you can’t help but raise your face into the saturated atmosphere, seemingly so balmy and languid ever since Toji stepped foot onto the farm. And there, you can smell the most addictive scent- fuck, something that just made your core twitch with need.
“Feeling alright, my girl?” Shiu looks on at the way you shiver, and whatever he sees there makes him lead you back to your place within the barn. “Hm, maybe you should get some rest- it’s probably that bull’s pheromones messing you up.”
“M-messing me up?” You’re asking, your entire body feeling set alight. Though, you didn’t feel the slightest bit messed up.
“Mhm- since you’re unmated, just coming off an unsuccessful heat. But it’s alright-” Shiu reassures, starting to shut your door, and there’s a meaningful look in his eyes. “We can try again next year, I have a few other bulls in mind that you might like to mate with. And he won’t be getting anywhere near you until then.”
“He won’t…”
Shiu continues, “Besides, Kusakabe will be picking him up tomorrow, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
You don’t say anything, but you know that you aren’t worried. Not even the slightest bit.
In fact…your body wished he’d be here even longer.
But ah- if he was just going to be taken away tomorrow, then what was the use in wanting? As your wooden door slams shut, you’re realizing that you just might never see him again.
And, outside, Toji only rams against the pen fence even harder.
He wanted you.
He wanted you.
He wanted you.
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The third (and final) day.
Or is it…
“What?” Shiu barks into his phone receiver, so loud that it startles every hybrid grazing in the vicinity. All of them were out, leaving the barnhouse all barren by this point - though Shiu didn’t doubt that his voice reached even you inside. And the sheer incredulousness in his tone makes even Toji look over, with a smirk that told the farmer that he was quite enjoying witnessing his distress. But Shiu paid no mind to that.
He couldn’t.
Right now, he was much more frazzled by the words that had the utter fuckin’ audacity to sheepishly leave Kusakabe’s mouth on the other end of the line. Almost in a trance, Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose and repeats. “So…you’re telling me…” Each word tremored with the sheer effort that it took to keep the rage out of them, “That you want me…to come…”
“All the way to Tokyo to help me fix up my engine and save me from being stranded? Yes.” Kusakabe’s voice finishes off, “Shiu, my oldest friend, my dearest pal, have I ever told you how much I love y-”
“Atsuya Kusakabe I will kill you.”
Toji snorts out in laughter, and Shiu is suddenly reminded that he’d been in the middle of fixing up just one more lock to the bull’s pen when he’d gotten the call. Gate held ajar for now. Padlocks unlocked as he fixed them on.
Glaring at the hybrid for the interruption, Shiu’s pinching the pen closed as he grumbles. “And you need me - you can’t just go to one of the many, many, many mechanics in Tokyo - because why exactly?”
“Aww, don’t be like that, Shiu!” Kusakabe cries out, “Do you have any idea how expensive Tokyo is? I just bought a cute lil’ pastry before the convention, and it bankrupted me for generations!”
“And you don’t have any other friends that are closer?”
“Man, if I had any other friends, period, do you think I’d be calling you?”
Shiu supposed that was a fair enough statement. “But- but I can’t leave…” He clicks his tongue, “Just get a train then! Leave that pile of junk at some trash site where it belongs-”
“I mean, I could…” And though Kusakabe’s tone was one of curious innocence, he’d long since learned that nothing ever boded well for him when he used it. He waits with bated breath until the other man continues- “-but that just means I’ll have to leave my truck - including my cattle trailer, which I use to transport my cattle - here. And you know what else that means I’ll have to leave?”
Shiu shivers, “Wh-what?”
“Toj-”
“I’ll be there right now.”
Kusakabe cackles, “Take your tiiime~!” And soon enough, the sharp tone of the call being ended reaches Shiu’s ears.
With one last semi-glare thrown in Toji’s direction, the farmer is speed-walking to his own truck - all those tools Kusakabe needed still inside from his last fix-up. More like running. More like sprinting to save his friend.
Not because he wanted to save his friend, of course. But because every second that Kusakabe was stuck in Tokyo, was a second even longer that you were stuck with Toji on this farm.
All alone.
And he couldn’t have rushed out of here more determined.
More hasty.
More careless-
“Well, would ya look at that.” Toji’s scarred lips twitch upwards into a grin. And he’s reaching one of his beefy arms out to lightly - just lightly - nudge at the wooden gate of his enclosure. Watching as it swings wiiiiiiide open—creeeeak! Bearing the rest of the farm to him with welcome arms. “What a sweet little gift f’me.”
All those pesky padlocks and ties, carefully added over the last few days, were useless if some silly lil’ farmer ever forgot to lock them.
Toji takes such delight in taking that first step out of his enclosure, broad pecs heaving as he takes in the candied trail of scent left all over by a certain pretty cow hybrid. You.
He then takes a second step, a third, a fourth—
And he knows exactly where he’s heading to - the barn.
Where you were just settling in for the day, your feverish body settling atop a particularly soft, tangled mass of golden hay. Cuddling in. You’d heard Shiu’s truck take off, though it would be out-of-character for him to leave so suddenly. You weren’t sure what to think, and you were just about to nod off when…
Creak-creak-creeeeeak—!
The barn door opens.
Shiu? Fluttering open your eyes, you’re just about to raise your head and ask him what all the yelling and commotion was, when-
Oh.
Oh.
That wasn’t the farmer at all.
Toji’s large, sculptured figure takes up nearly the entire door frame. And even from here you can see his sultry grin, his agitated hips. You can smell his intense drunken pheromones—“Room for two, sweetcheeks?”
.
.
.
“I’m- hah, sensitive there…” You’re pouting as Toji relentlessly tugs you by your stubby horns towards him. His overlarge hand plastered to the back of your scalp and guided you down between his meaty thighs - not only had he kissed you silly by this point, but the hybrid had you drenched and quivering all over the hay for more.
But first…
Your watery eyes bulge as you take in the sheer length between Toji’s legs - inches upon inches, throb after throb, all looooong and rock-hard with need. His erection stood right up to graze his navel with glittery drops of precum.
Decorated with so many puffy veins down his shaft that your cunt twitched just imagining how he’d feel inside of you.
Each one pulsated as Toji drip-drip-dripped in gooey sap down his cock, all ready to pierce your hot sex. Heavy balls tightening with even more, with the urge to breed. And you’d do well to remember that bull hybrids in particular were known for having absolutely massive cocks-
“What’cha thinking about, sweet girl?” Toji hums, the point of that nickname proven when he takes a deep, heaving gasp of the pheromone-saturated air.
Before you can answer, one of his hands slither down to grip that heavy cock of his. Right ‘round the fat hilt where he can move his long length to smack! down between your half-parted lips. Using just the globular tip of his cock, he’s smearin’ apart your maw and just glossing over it with his creamy pre. “You’re not thinking of tapping out already, huh? You’re not…scared are you?”
There’s a slight mocking hint in his tone, nevertheless you’re shaking your head fervently.
He snickers, “That’s right. You don’t care what that stupid farmer of yours has to say, hm?” And oh—Toji has to stop himself from simply stuffing every inch inside your mouth already, instead wetting your lips enough so that he can sliiiiide in. “You’re not really such a good lil’ hybrid like he says- huh?”
“No-” You’re hiccuping out, “Not at- mmpf.”
Only for big, bad Toji to rut his cock against your mouth. Shutting you up with his flared tip, you can taste the pure arousal seeping into your mouth.
All warm n’ wet on top of your tastebuds—you’re drooling around his thick tip before you even know it.
“No, because you’re a baaaaad girl, aren’t ya?” He’s tutting, swiping away the splatters of saliva that just kept on leaking from the edges of your mouth- and instead, he’s reeling back to replace it with a jetstream of his own spittle. Straight onto the middle of your tastebuds.
With a second hand tugging open your mouth, Toji takes a nice look at that gluey wad sitting on your tongue- before he’s plunging his rude cock right back in between your lips. “Because you’re- haaaaah, careful, careful, no teeth- because you’re my good girl, aren’t ya?” Staring at you with half-lidded green eyes, “Allllll mine.”
“Mmmpf—” You’re muffling out around his raw girth, Toji was just so big that your maw was constantly open in this lecherous ‘oh’ shape.
Gobbling his veiny inches up even deeper and deeper, you’re only growing wetter at the way that his bawling divot scrapes down the roof of your mouth. Swervin’ left and right, and reaching for that cute lil’ dangly thing at the back of your throat-
“Ever taken a bull’s cock before?”
Choking at the lodgement in your throat, “N-no—”
“Yeah? Thought so. Ever taken anyone before?”
Shaking your head.
“Well then, she’s taking me so- hah, well.” Toji’s crooning out from above you, fucking his hips in sloppy half-thrusts inside your mouth. That rough line of his happy trail ends up scratching the tip of your nose, and you find that his intoxicating scent only grows stronger the closer you get…“Haven’t you had breakfast today, sweetcheeks?”
With tearful eyes, you’re looking up at him in confusion. “Mmm—ngh.”
“Ah ah- flick your tongue at my tip if you wanna say ‘no’—oh, just like that.” And then his mean, scarred lips end up formulating a mocking pout. “Such a cute tongue, can’t believe she’s gone hungry for so long- ngh.”
“I-” Tears stream down both your cheeks, and you’re panting out through each thrust of his achin’ cock. “Fuck, Toji, you’re just so big-”
Other hand pushing on the back of your clammy head, deeper n’ deeper. His superhuman strength was just incredible- “And look, she’s just become so greedy.” As if he wasn’t the one tunneling every spot inside your mouth, spotting it with his pre. “Don’t you know you don’t have to take any more, sweet girl, don’t you- oh—” Toji accurately hits the back of your throat, a direct thud! of his globular cockhead. He grins, watching you salivate around his cock- “-oh, fine, if you insist…”
“You’re- hck!” And the fact of the matter was that he hadn’t even fully bottomed-out yet. Criss-crossing your eyes, you spot that you had even more inches to go- “You’re so ngh-”
“And you want me to bruise the back of your- oh, throat, you say?” Toji’s cutting you off with his mean grunts, smack after smack of his heavy balls.
They graze the front of your chin and make you feel such carnal pangs, your cunt grinding back against your heels. “I didn’t even- oh.” But too late - his geysering divot was already bruising away back there.
Push after push.
Probe after probe.
Until Toji’s shaft had stirred up every single hidden spot inside of you, and he was swelling up even more like he wanted more, more, more—
“Toji-” Your nails claw down the pale expanse of Toji’s thighs, just so plush rippling underneath your touch. “Toji I want-”
“Ohoooo?” His raven brows raise in amusement, a mean grin spreading across his face. “The good girl is making demands now, hm?” As you whimper away, he’s thrashin’ at the back of your throat- again and again. “I guess I can’t just keep listening to her, huh?”
Her? Who…oh.
He was talking about your thoroughly damp pussy, with the sappiest noises leaving you each time you’re pushing back on your heels. Soaked with desire.
And Toji seems amused by your shocked reaction, “How cute…go on then, sweetcheeks. Go on. Lemme know what that cute lil’ heart of yours desires.”
You’re pulling back from his red, glistenin’ tip with a lecherous pwah! “I-I want…” You’re sobbing, lashes fluttering in a way that makes- oh, you won’t be mad if he told you he was getting even harder now, would you? “-I want to feel you, Toji.”
To feel him?
To feel him?
His hazy peripherals snap down to see the way you were eyeing his long, long length. And then he’s realizing - oh, you wanted to feel him inside, did you?
Inside…fuck.
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the way that Toji’s rock-hard length only seemed to grow even…bigger at your words. Flaring up until he was red-hot at the tip, all slicked with a glaze of saliva and pre.
Toji smacks his painfully hard shaft down once more at your maw, “What dirty, dirty words- and from such a good girl?” He scoffs.
And just as you’re about to explain yourself, you’re suddenly feeling near whiplash at the way that Toji grabs onto your throat and flips the two of you around. Hoisting. Manhandling. Ending up with his back against the floor, head against the hay, and your naked cunt drivelling right above him.
So wet and pretty.
Toji’s mouth waters at the sight of your damp, glistening hole. And he can’t help but immediately reach one hand over to thumb apart your puffy pussylips, pressin’ apart your folds and spitting straight into your hole.
“Or were they words from her, hm?” Toji’s gruffly snickering, flopping that wide tongue of his out to catch your droplets of slick. “Talking out of that pussy, hah- you’re even dirtier than I thought, sweetcheeks.”
Your thighs ache as they hover, slightly chasing the warmth of his mouth. “M’n-not dirty! I just wanted to feel you…” Casting a longing look behind at his throbbing length-
“As if. And you can have my cock-” You look up hopefully at his answer, how cute—you couldn’t even properly fit his cock inside your mouth, and now you think you could fit him inside your cunt? “-but first I’ve gotta stretch this dirty girl ouuuuut.”
“But, I can take- hngh!”
As if. Before you know it, Toji’s slithering his long, looooong tastebuds inside your cunt with absolutely no warning, no hesitation.
Just the ridged texture of his muscle slithering inside, and you’re quivering at the sheer size of him. And he feels the tightness of your circular innards and grins- “Woah…” Just a single taste of you, and his pheromones are blasting out in pure need. “Don’t you know that you hafta stretch ‘er out first, hm? What- never done this before?”
Gingerly, you shake your head ‘no’.
“Oh- reeeeeally.” Just pryin’ aside your folds, you were so fucking wet that that honeyed slick splashes down onto his face like a puddle. Toji rolls his eyes, “I would’ve never thought.”
You huff n’ puff atop him, “Don’t- don’t tease, Toji-”
“Why, m’not teasing..” He’s spitting on your cunt yet again, letting the dewy excess trickle back down into his throat. “I already know that this pretty pussy hasn’t been satisfied like she deserves. I can fucking taste it-” Tunneling back in again. “Can hear it.” The most lecherous slurps echoing in your ears as he does, the bull’s ears flick your way to listen to it. “She wants only me- heh, wants me to be her first, doesn’t she?”
Slurp-slurp-sluuuuurping as he’s rovering his tongue, somehow contracting it and extracting it in a way that massages your velvety walls.
Again and again.
“All you hafta do is sit there- all pretty, and take it.” Toji croons, and something dark glints within that gaze of his as he catches your lost expression. “What? That dear farmer of yours never taught you how to take it like a good girl when yer being eaten out.”
“N-no-”
“Then let me teach you—” Oh, you knew he didn’t bode well by the way that he said it. You knew it.
And in a split-second, Toji has one hand plastered at your hip, and the other veering upwards to smack! down on your swollen pussy. “Ah ah-” As you buck, that hold he has on you grows numbing, and you’re sure he’s leaving nail marks there for weeks. “Toji’s first rule- don’t run.”
“I won’t—” You’re swallowing your words back just as soon as you say them, because just then- two of his rovering fingertips intrude their way inside your cunt.
Not even waiting for you to get used to him, not even faltering as you squeeeeeeze.
He’s straightly stuffing two of them inside your snug channel, the bulbous ends of Toji’s digits digging into each of your hidden spots without even trying. Turning them over. Pushing into every nook n’ cranny n’ crevice over and over- “Oh my god-” Bellowing out, your body starts to move back and forth against him - as if it didn’t know whether you wanted to bounce down or run away- “Toji, I’ve never felt something like this- ngh.”
Only for a loud smack! to ring out against your wet pussylips once again, and for Toji to haul you back onto his mouth with his beefy arm. “What’d I say about rule number- hah, one, hm? Silly girl.”
He was stopping you from running from it.
He was looping one of his thick, beefy biceps ‘round your waist, stopping you from moving away from his open-mouthed kisses. “Good.” Pulling you in so close that his golden nose ring presses frigidly against your clit and makes you flinch. “Atta girl- atta, sweet girl.” Toji smirks against your cunt, once you try squirming your hips and find that you can’t move even a single inch. “Now squeeeeeze those pretty legs around, I don’t care if I fucking suffocate, use me, sweetness- that’s the second rule.”
“Like- like this?” You ask, your whiny pitch trembling just as much as your legs were by now. Feebly, they attempt to straddle Toji’s head properly.
To which it almost looks as if the bull hybrid was about to laugh—“No.”
Numerous more spanks of his fingertips on your cunt, and soon enough you’re finding yourself completely limb atop him. As he fingers you to tears, rotund fingertips scouring all the way to your cute cervix-
“I mean-” From your hips, his hand is then moving to your thighs. Wrapping around them to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze- until Toji felt light-headed. “-like this.”
“I think m’d-doing it.” You’re gyrating atop him wildly by now, finding a staccato in time with his thudding! fingers. Not only were they thick, they were just so long too - and they left you feeling dizzy with his vulgar strokes, with his incredible scent.
“Third rule, fuck back into me.” He commands, with that specific tone of a bull in rut that made you want to listen to him immediately. Your hamstrings screamed in protest as you continue, “Fuck her back into me- harder now, aren’t you a cow hybrid? Buck.”
You could barely even believe your ears, “You’re just so fucking mean- fuck!”
“Yeah, yeah, just like that.”
And Toji’s tongue? Oh, he wasn’t just staying still - not at all.
Toji had his tongue wrapped ‘round your throbbing clit and spanking down with his tastebuds. “And the fourth and final rule-” He gurgles through the wettened wads you were seeping out, “-is to get ready.”
You’re blinking your teary eyes back open, looking down at him in shock. “Get ready for what?”
It takes a few more probin’ thrusts before he can bear to pull away- and that, too, with the loudest smooch! The bull hybrid’s pants come out in heaving gusts, scalding air making you quiver at the sensation.
“Get ready…” Toji rattles off, after a few sultry seconds. And oh- you wonder, why was his tone octaves higher? Why did he sound so breathy? Why was there something…crazed in the way he said it- “-because you think a bull hybrid in rut would really be this nice, sweetcheeks?”
Jaw dropping, “Oh-”
“You don’t know how painful it was to hold myself back-”
And before you know it, your spine’s arching as you struggle to accommodate him- struggling to handle the raw primal pressure of his thick tongue and two- three of his fingers plunging into your hole. Pushing and pushing and pushing—
You’ve become masterful at rule number three, it seems, as you’re pressing your thighs upon either side of Toji’s face until he groans.
All of his appendages just reaching all the way for the very back of your cunt—“Ohhh, please-” Your head throws backwards as you feel him fuck you with his tongue like he was trying to ruin your inexperienced pussy. “P-please-”
“Oh m’ having a pleasant time alright.” Toji snickers, his heated pants leaving your skin perspired. The mountains of his knuckles were striking your outer pussy so hard now that they were starting to grow red on his skin. “S’fuh-fucking sweet.” Stinging.
Plap! after plap! You’re moaning as his mouth unhinges undeniably deeper to let even more of his tongue’s inches inside. Stretchin’ out your cute orifice, “Gonna hafta stretch her at least twice- haaah- twice as fuck! much if you wanna fit my cock, sweet girl.”
“Twice as much…” You’re repeating breathlessly, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it. It already felt like Toji was pulling you to your very limits - so even more…
“Rule number five- just made it up, heh.” Toji spits out - literally, a glittering glob of spittle that sticks to your slit. It slides down to your hold and makes it easy for him to thrash his tongue inside like an animal- like he was frenzied by his pheromones, like he couldn’t control himself from push-push-pushing.
Not even at a controlled cadence- Toji couldn’t stop himself from squishing your sweetest spots at the very back of your cunt. In almost no time, he’s finding that cute lil’ heart-shaped g-spot of yours - and Toji’s fingertips and tongue were fighting over which one gets to press on it the most.
Again and again until you’re in actual tears- “Rule number five is- ngh, you have to take it.” Holding you to him, until your cunt folds were plastered against his puffy lips. “Take it all like my good girl if you wanna finally take my cock.”
“Please-” Being pummelled away to the maximum, it’s all you can say like a constant mantra. “Please please- ngh! Please-”
“That’s all that dirty mouth can say now?” Toji tuts, “Tch- what happened to wanting me inside? Wanting my cock? Wanting to be fucked like the slut you secretly are?”
Primal swabs, again and again.
Twofold.
After each word, Toji’s tongue sizzles against your tender pussy - lips glued so deeply against your folds, that you can feel him lappin’ away every ounce of your slickness.
It drips slightly down his chin, and leaves your cunt slipping on top of Toji’s handsome face. You grab onto his large horns with a yelp- “Oh! Fuck, Toji- did I really say that?”
“Of course you did- hah, gallop, sweethearts.” With yet another spank, he rovers his face even deeper between your trembly legs. Nose-deep. Skin-deep. So deep, in fact, that the veins on Toji’s sculptured neck pop out.
You’re unsteadily bucking against him on instinct, and that leaves the man groaning. “Just like that.” Swallowing up every inch of your outer cunt, you’re being pierced by the relentless ministrations of his tongue again and again—“You asked to be fucked like a slut- hngh, and that’s exactly what m’giving you. Aren’t I just the beeest mating partner, sweetcheeks?”
“But I didn’t-” You’re babbling out, drunk on the vicious scrape-scrape-scrape of his intrusions. His fingers pushed just as your g-spot, and you could feel him glissading down even deeper. Deeper. Deeper. “-I didn’t say that—”
“Oh, didn’t you?” He’s hazily looking up from between your legs - there was something bleary in his eyes, something gone. “I think I remember-”
“Well I don’t-” As you’re raising your voice, you can’t believe it- Toji’s powerful tail wraps around your thighs and drags you back down.
He rumbles, “Rule number one…” In warning.
And it’s only with a few more thuds! that Toji’s pretending to remember just what you’re whinin’ away about, his dark brows shooting up to his bangs. And you can feel your treacly cunt quiver with the vibrations of his laughter, “But ah- I remember now.” His eyes crinkle into slits of amusement, eating you out until his nose ring slicks with your syrup. Just the notion is enough to leave his pheromones heightening, “I believe you said…‘you wanted to feel me’.”
Mouth dropping in recognition, “Oh- I did.”
“And what did you mean by that, hm?” Toji speaks through the ringing slurps, zap after zap of pleasure. “You’re already feeling me here-” Pokin’ at your g-spot, “And here-” His tongue snakes out to suck on your clit once more.
“I just meant I wanted to feel you- hck!”
His sweaty brows furrow, “But yer already feeling me-”
“No- more like I wanted to feel your-” You’ve never spoken words like this before, not even in the throes of your worst heats. You glance back at his twitching erection, “-there.”
“My where?”
“Your- your cock, Toji!” You’re wailing out, your legs feeling numb at the way he strikes your sweetest bundle of nerves. “I wanna feel your thick, looooong cock- please.”
Oh, you really were such a dirty girl. He’s gnawing down on that nub of your clit, “And where do you wanna feel my thick- looooong- cock, hm?”
You’re stammering, mouth growing less in-your-control the longer he’s making a mess of your poor pussy. “Inside-”
“Inside where?”
“Inside my cunt-” And you’re shocked you manage that out without stumbling over your words, gryatin’ back into his open maw with sly figure eights. But even that wasn’t enough—
Toji rolls his eyes, such a mess. Such a shattered mess. Just pushing and tasting and lavishing his tongue all over- “Say it again-” When you’re repeating your sultry words, “More- dirtier. Be good f’me, girl, say it again-”
“I want your cock inside my cunt, Toji.” You’re whimpering out, you’re shaking. Feeling the inexperience bubble within each of your veins, because the hybrid was just having so much fun corrupting you. “I want it inside- want you to fuck me with that cock so badly-”
“Atta girl.”
Forcing you to say those lecherous words, forcing you to cum—
“Oh my god-” With your back arched, you’re throwing your body into the wave of pleasure that suddenly bursts inside your body. “C-cumming- I’m cumming, Toji-”
“And it’s all because of me.” He’s smugly saying, perfectly puncturing at your g-spot with his constant pushes.
Because of Toji’s rut, his senses were so honed that he could mark each peak of your high- the explosion of bliss that he pinpointed with his fingers, with the slashes of his tongue. “Heh- me.” With a wet chuckle, Toji’s tongue was going to lick up every inch of your pussy like he was frenzied. Couldn’t get enough. Lap after lap. “Me me me me-” He sucks on your clit, letting his canines nibble lightly on them, and it lets out the most lewd sluuuuurp. “-and look- she’s thanking me.”
“Fuck! Never felt something so good-” Whining out, you’re bouncing your back into each of his hits. “-might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had- hck!”
“S’a pleasure, sweet girl.”
By the time the best of your high bates, Toji still hasn’t let up between those syrupy legs of yours. When he’s licked up every droplet of sap you’re letting out, he’s moving over to lick at the sheen of slick glued to your thighs.
Again and again.
Until you’re all the way overstimulated, and tears start to drip as if from a faucet. “I th-think m’done, Toji.” As if he already didn’t know - you’re pushing at his clammy head. “My orgasm’s over, I wanna try taking your cock now-”
“And you’re sure?”
He wasn’t asking to be nice. He was asking to make you turn your head and balk at the way his impossible size had only seemed to grow even bigger. Your lips wobbling, “Y-yes.”
“Oho?” Dark brows raising, he stops his ministrations and moves both hands to now grip at your waist. “Well, you did tell me to put my ‘thick, looooong cock inside of your cunt’-”
“So shut up and do it.” Huffing in embarrassment, you pound at his muscular chest - and he could barely even feel it, like kitten kisses on his bulky body. It’s enough for Toji’s cock to jolt with need, and for his attractive face to break out into a grin.
“Atta girl.”
And with that final compliment, Toji’s making to grab onto your waist and lift you off of his face—with the loudest smooch! It’s ringing out like the prettiest melody in both your eardrums, and Toji just barely manages to disconnect himself with your sweet pussy.
Just barely breaks his lips from your tender folds, all slickly glossed.
Just barely wrenches you off with ease, and takes one nice look at your hole - when you’re realizing that Toji Fushiguro suddenly stops. His nostrils suddenly flare. He suddenly stutters-
“O-oh, sweet girl. I don’t think you even realize-” Toji gawks up at your cunt. And you’re feeling somewhat shy when he filthily leans his features in and takes a good, long sniff at your cunt. As you’re looking up at him in confusion, “-you’re in heat.”
“In heat?” He sets you down near his rugged v-line, and you’re animalistically grinding your cunt down on his thickened length. You look up at him for answers, “What do you mean? Shiu said I’ve already finished my heat-”
“Fuck what Shiu says, silly girl.” Lightly spanking your pussy, Toji rolls his sage eyes. His pupils were all blown-out and bleary with lust, only darkening the more he takes in your buttery pheromones.
Oh, you smelled like the sweetest freshly-whipped cream - and that only made his mouth water as much as his swollen cock was. Drenching the cute innards of your thighs n’ your pussy mound with his sap, he grins. “I can smell it.” He parts his scarred lips, a thin line of saliva trickling down one side. “I can fucking- taste it-”
“Oh—” You’re gyratin’ back against his plummy cock tip, oh-so-lewdly. And you take another sniff of yourself, reaching up to feel that your scent glands have swollen up. “I g-guess you’re right-”
“Sugar, I am right.”
Before you know it, the world’s a blur around you- and suddenly you find your back against the soft hay. Your head being cushioned by one of Toji’s rugged palms, Toji’s large body hovering over you. Pressing you down-
“And this pretty pussy’s tellin’ me that this is yer first heat with a bull, hm?” Sliding his thumb between your glossy crevice, he listens for the squelches. “Awww, how cute—so m’your first, sweet girl?”
“Yes- yes.” And when he places his fleshy cock between your legs, at that sweet spot where you wanted him the most, you can’t help but realize that oh- he’d been stretching you out for so long for a good reason.
Because Toji’s hybrid cock looked absolutely ginormous between your legs, especially with the way he’d thickened up in size while eating you out. His cockhead was as red as a huge strawberry, and multiple times bigger. Bull hybrids, famed for the shaft length - now slipping n’ sliding between your pussylips.
Just kissing at your geysering orifice- “Oh- fuck.”
“And you know having you on top would be the easiest for her…” That said, he’s swatting his rough fingertips down on the nub of your clit. He’s spitting. He growls, and it’s enough to send shivers down your spine- “But m’still gonna have her in a mating press.” Throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding you damn in half. “Because you also forget one- fuck-” Just feeling you clench around nothing, enough to make him reach up and grab at a wooden beam. “-thing, sweetness.”
“And what’s that, Toji?”
“I’m in-” Hard enough that the wooden beam breaks—“-rut.”
Fourth rule, remember?
Because you didn’t think that he’d go this easy on you when he’s in fuckin’ rut, did you? You didn’t think that he was going to fuck you nicely, did you? You didn’t think that he wasn’t going to act like a damn animal, did you?
In a sudden motion, Toji’s plugging your hole up with his thick cockhead- and shoving it deep into your deepest insides. Long. Hard.
You’re yelping, nails finding purchase on his deltoids and clawing on for dear life because- “A virgin, are ya?” He tuts, “Don’t think m’gonna go easy on ya.”
“Oh my goodness-” Thighs curling around his toned waist, hips attempting to buck away. “Holy fuck-”
“Easy, easy.” It was just so cute the way you were struggling - especially when you were talking so big about wanting him. “Breathe in, girl- there ya go.” You’re following as he instructs, “Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in—” And suddenly there’s a sodden spank at your pussy, “-you, too, pretty pussy.”
Something that catches you off-guard, and makes you swallow him up an inch deeper. Your eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- I’ve never felt like this. You’re so big- hold on, Toji, you’re so-”
“Hold on?”
“What-”
“Hold on?”
He’s then spitting out into your open mouth, and slapping your pussy so hard that you’re seeing stars. Instantly, you’re set on edge by the way that his rugged cock suddenly slams- “You’re telling me to h-hold on?”
And was that a stutter in his sentence?
A laugh?
Toji Fushiguro sounded like he was fucking losing it by merely hearing your whining questions- “You seriously want me to…” Clawing down in front of your body, one of his rude hands press down on your stomach as he’s sinking iiiiiiin. It makes you feel every ridge n’ vein, every inch, every bit of his thick shaft intruding in. “-hold on?”
“It’s just- I just didn’t think you’d be so big-” He was barely even halfway in and you could already feel Toji at your throat, gushing out sticky wads of slick. With your feet planted on the hay-littered ground, you’re trying to arch your back nearly away from—
“Oi- who said you could tap out?” Before you know it, Toji’s hand lifts from your thigh to grab onto your tail - one pulling you in by the tail, his right hand still feeling for that tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
You can’t get away by the way he’s manhandling you back down into his hips, skidding straight across the barnyard floor. “Tch- ya need ta be herded or what, silly girl?” Grazing his dark happy trail against your front, the curly tufts of it scratch your clit. “Come back t’me- rule number one, remember?”
“Fuck-” Throwing your head back in tears, your legs were limp from the sheer pressure being put on your lower half. “-I can feel you reaching in so deep-”
“And you wanted me to hold on?”
He was never going to let that go - he was never going to give you even the slightest second to get used to his incredible length.
Palm pressing down on the cylindrical outline makin’ itself known on your tummy - just that big. Pelvis moving in a rapid, urgent half-thrusts-
Toji isn’t even waiting for your cunt to take it all, his red cockhead probin’ just inwards. Inwards and inwards and inwards. He can feel the tight resistance of your pussy, your sweet body unable to take him whole right now- and it only makes him groan.
With his head thrown back, he’s letting go of your tail to smear apart your pussylips. “M’in fucking rut and you wanted me to hold on-” He’s hissing, pushing your snug folds so far apart that you have no choice but to take his hammers. “Been teasing me with that s-sweet scent ever since I fucking got here and you want me to hold on-” Pulling you to him. Dragging you to him.
Toji breaks every single second that he’s not fully sheathed inside of you, and he’s just pummeling his hips deeper- “Hold on, hold on, hold on.” After each mention of his mantra, he’s rutting in. “You want me to h-hold on and-” Harder. “-and you know what-” Deeper. “-I want to do, sweet girl?”
“What-” You’re gasping out through your tears, sticking to both of your cheeks by now. “What do you want, Toji?”
“I want to- fuck! Well, first I want to fucking fit-” He’s whispering underneath his breath, darkened eyes narrowed as he takes it in. “Fit- fit- fit-” Before you know it, he’s spitting down once more on your cunt and shoving his cockhead inside. “-fucking fit-”
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, “And- hah, and what else did you want?” By the heightening of his pheromones, you already knew that it was something about to ruin you.
“I want…” He was teasing you now, just lightly grazin’ that blushing hot tip against the roof of your cunt. You could feel him filling up every sneaky orifice, and Toji was fucking you like he’d just gone feral- “I want to-”
“Oh, fuck!”
With a final, lewd thrust- Toji Fushiguro bottoms out.
“-breed ya, sugar.”
And he meant it. The massive bull hybrid was drilling into you like a madman- his cattle nose ring clanging with each rut. “I’ve been wanting to breed you since the moment I stepped foot here.” Toji growls, the red crown of his shaft directly heading towards your cervix now. Bruising. “I want to fuck- fuck you through every day of your heat- my rut.” And he was emptying out such long strings of precum into your womb, “Try to get you pregnant every single day of my rut.”
“You’re going to get me…” Your pupils are swirlin’ in comical circles within the whites of your eyes, and just the mere notion makes your tastebuds sizzle with saliva. You hadn’t spent your heat properly with a bull- let alone found yourself mated by one.
Bred by one.
“Fucking pregnant.” Toji finishes off with a snicker, pushing against that cute lil’ tummy bulge that he was pounding into you.
“Oh, please-” You’re throwing your head back with a mewl, “But I’ve never been m-mated to anyone before. Are we sure it’s going to take, Toji-”
“I’ll make it take.”
His jackhammers were so hard by this point, enough so that your sap splatters out of you in puddles. It glistens right down the inner parts of your thighs, and Toji swipes his thumb down from your pussy to glaze it in the syrup. To reach up to his scarred maw and suck on it.
And when he feels your spit-slicked lips start to wobble out more concerns, he’s pushing that very thumb between your own lips.
“Shut it, silly girl. Ya really think that when I hah- when I fuck you like this—in this mating press.” As if on cue, his manhandling strength seems to be folding you even deeper in half. “With this pretty pussy-” Dragging out a few more slurps with his thrusts, “-and my rut- you’re not gonna be walking outta this barn stupidly pregnant?”
“I-I don’t-”
“Silly, silly girl.” It’s a rude thwack! of his curvaceous ball sack after each slam, and you can feel your body grow more restless after each of his spat-out words. So mean. “Silly lil’ hybrid thinks she’s gonna make it outta here- hah, without bearing my calves.”
You’re shivering, your body so limply fucked by this point- that Toji’s tail has to wrap around one of your thighs. Holding you up. Interlocking your ankles around his neck with that silky tail- “Well, since m’inexperienced-”
“And m’gonna give you the experience of yer life- heh, I already am.”
He was - he really was. Just making you see stars every time Toji’s overlarge, plump cockhead dug into your g-spot. Somehow he’d managed to map the insides of your walls, and each thrust grazed his length against your sweet bundle of nerves.
Probing and probing a bruise exactly the size of his round circumference- “M’gonna corrupt you, sweet lil’ thing.” A sleazy smile spreads across Toji’s handsome, perspired face. “M’gonna fill you up with so much of my cum that- hah, they’re gonna be milkin’ it out of you for months afterwards, sweet girl.”
“Fuck, I’d like that-”
“Oh yeah?”
“I’d like that s-shoooo much, Toji.”
“Bet you’d like it even more after I fill you up with my calves, hm?” He titters, pheromones slowly growing saturated enough to mingle with your own. “After I fuck this pretty pussy pregnant ‘nough times that she remembers how it feels when I fill you up? After I breed you until we can- hah, fill this whole damn farm with them? After I make a momma out of you and no other bull can ever even think of touching you-”
You squeal, “Yes- yes yes yes yes-”
His tail tightens around your ankles, horns charging as if he was only growing more n’ more excited. Throbbing with more need. “And you better fuckin’ know that these are promises, sweetness. That no fucking farmer can ever break.” Toji stares you deep in your heart-shaped eyes as he says, “I will get you pregnant.”
“Oh, I’d fucking hope so.” You glide your hands down your front, “I wanna feel you right h-here, Toji.” Down where your womb was.
Fuck…you were dangerous for a bull in heat.
And his entire body feels feverish with need, the burning sensation of his rut overtaking Toji completely.
As his hips only grow sloppier, you’re grazing your sweaty palms further down his body. Starting from his shoulders, before ultimately you end up squeezing Toji’s massive milky pecs.
Even for a bull, they were just so plush. And you can’t help but twiddle your thumbs ‘round the golden rings that he had pierced through his pinkish nipples, lecherously.
He shivers at the sensitive sensation, “O-oh? Look at you.” Snapping his head down, you swear you could see a rouge flush take over his cheekbones. “You’re corrupted already.” And both of Toji’s own hands end up removing from your stomach and your pussy, ending up- oh, you could’ve already guessed.
Both of Toji’s hands end up on your tits.
Squeezing.
Kneading.
Before you can say a word, he’s already growling out- “And as any momma would- we’re gonna hafta make sure you’re making enough milk, huh, sweetcheeks?” That last bit of his sentence ends up drowned between the valley of your chest.
Toji’s gaping his maw wide open and sucking on your right tit, his left hand pinching the nipples of your left tit.
“I don’t think anything’s gonna come out just yet-” Your tail swishes in arousal as you watch him hollow out his attractive cheeks, thoroughly sucking on your tit like his favorite lolly. Sucking like he was trying to make milk come out—“I never did produce…much…milk…”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re being proved wrong. Because with a gushing sensation, you can feel your hardened nipples stream out something straight into Toji’s open mouth. “You were saying?”
Pure white milk.
And he was such a messy eater, your ivory syrup dripping down his lips. It glosses them and created the sweetest lacquer that Toji himself was addicted to- “Mmm, so much, sweet thing—fuck.” He’s pinching at your left tit, too, a splashin’ puddle of milk that he immediately plops his mouth over to gulp up. “Ya really are a sweet thing-”
“I’ve never made this much even for the farmer-” You’re gasping, and your milk cascades down Toji’s chin like a waterfall. Constant. Sloppy “How did you even…”
“Because you’re in heat.” He says- choppy, through the way that he barely wanted to speak, barely wanted to remove himself from the sweet fountains of your spurting milk. “Because m’in rut.” Toji’s hips smack into yours so hard that you see white for a second, and his happy trail perfectly carnally itches at your clit. “And tonight- we’re gonna make a fucking baby, sweet mama.”
“O-oh—” With your voice cracking, you’re reaching your high. It comes instantaneously, and you arch into Toji’s glissading muscles as you ride through it.
As you’re fucked through it.
“Cumming again?” Toji’s marvelling, his words thick - he had his mouth full, after all. Smelling the saccharine sweetness of your orgasm in your pheromones, he’s marking each peak of your high with a bang! of his reddened cockhead.
Slowly opening up your womb even more, your g-spot felt so red-hot and raw from the inside as he just kept on thumpin’ away there. Again and again and again. “Of course, ya are- fuck. Just like thaaaat, fuck back into me- third rule. They say the momma needs to cum good if we wanna get you pregnant after all-”
“And what about you?” Still in the throes of your bliss, you feel absolutely no inhibitions in babbling away. Drunk on the thick, veiny size of him fucking you through your high—“Aren’t you gonna?”
“Gonna what?”
“Fuck…”
“Rule number six-” Toji pipes up, a mean glint in his eyes. “-is to use those words like the big girl you are.”
And you best believe that he was fucking you like he was trying to push the very words up to your throat, his veins massaging your sweet spots and making you shiver, his pearly white teeth back to sucking on your milk. “I want- hah!” You wince when his right hand slithers down to pinch your clit, “-you to cum- fuck.” You moan when his left keeps toyin’ with your nipples, streaming out dairy for Toji to swallow up. “-inside my cunt, Toji.”
And there—his eyes slightly widen in interest, “You really said it.” A proud smile gracing his face, “You really, really…oh.”
With a few more lewd thrusts, he’s emptying out his heavy balls.
They tighten as they spurt out the creamiest wads of cum waaaaaay back into your spongy womb, suckin’ up each pearly droplet as Toji fucks them inside you. Splashing out. Pooling out. That bawling divot in the middle of his shaft just leaves a murky mess behind, ribbons of ivory that glue your walls together.
“Oh fuck-” He’s clenching his canines, you swear he’s holding back tears—“And you’re gonna take it-” Toji snarls, fighting against the urge to throw his head back - simply because he wanted to look at you as he stuffed you till you were overspilling. “-take every single last drop-”
The hulking bull hybrid shakes as you clench your velvety walls. “Oh, yes.” You’re shivering once he smacks! your clit once more, swirlin’ those sultry webs of seed with his fingertips.
Toji’s pushing them inwards, again and again. “And yer gonna keep it, aren’t you?” Fucking you, again and again.
He hums, gluing the edges of his fingers inside your channel, so that not a single gumdrop can leak out of you. “Second rule, sweetness, squeeze those pretty legs. S’gonna tell that pussy to keep my cum inside- give me a lil’ calf, heh.”
“Shit- keep talking and I’ll…”
It’s too late for you. You’re so far gone on his pummeling length that with a few more strokes, you’re reaching your high once more.
White-hot.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You can’t even control yourself, it’s the most powerfully sinful sensation you’ve felt in your entire life. And this time, not only are you overspilling in Toji’s glutinous white cum - you’re also spraying out your own slick. Translucent splashes of sweetness, so powerful that your entire body shakes.
Your high was being dragged out of you.
Squirting. You can’t believe you squirted during your first heat with a mate, your first heat mounted.
And as he instinctively bucks his hips through it, your new mate swears- “Fuck- fuck, don’t tell me you’re- oh. You are. Turns out I milked you dry, hm?” Something in him oh-so-triggered by the way you just kept on drippin’ from that pretty cunt, it’s as if the hybrid part of him knew that he had to do something to stop you from losing so much of it. “Rule number four, my sweet mate.”
But no bracing in the world could prepare you for what you felt in that very moment - because suddenly you’re feeling a strength so incredible that it’s as if you’re being split apart. “Your- your knot?”
“Damn right.”
You just had to see this for yourself. Chin hitting your chest as you watch Toji push n’ push the incredibly swollen base of his cock inside you. It was so round n’ red, about four times his actual circumference.
It sinks in with a lecherous sluuuuuurp—and Toji empties out a few more streaks of cum just from the sheer sensation of having his sensitive hilt sheathed inside of you. Isn’t that every bull’s dream? To have a mate as pretty as you, choking and overstimulated around his knot? Ready to take all of him until you’re pregnant-
“We’re mates now.” You’re still shivering from the shockwaves of your multiple highs, so overstimulated that you don’t hear his murmurs. Sobbing, you’re tugging cutely at his nipple piercings to garner his attention. “Wh-what was that, Toji?”
“I said–” Roughly, he pulls off from your lactating tits. Your milk drivels down either side of his greedy maw, “-that you know a bull’s rut lasts days, right, sweetcheeks?”
“Oh.”
“Guess we have a lot to learn…h-heh.”
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Shiu was halfway through his drive to Tokyo.
Halfway through his window cracked down halfway, his dark hair playing in the breeze, head nodding in time with the beat of some early 2010’s pop hit that’d surprisingly managed to calm him down during his drive.
Sure, Kusakabe had completely ruined his plans and forced him to leave you unattended on the farm - but Shiu can’t help but almost feel grateful towards his friend.
After all, it’s not every day that he gets to go out like this - the life of a farmer sure was a busy one. And it was such a nice day out, driving along smooth and silent in his truck like this was almost therapeutic. He’s almost considering getting an apprentice or two so that he’d be able to do this more often. He really thinks he could find inner peace like this, maybe all those self-help magazines he grimaced at in convenience stores were onto something. A man needs time for himself, too, y’know?
Yeah, time for himself. Time to just wind back, enjoy the highway, just appreciate the beauty of the world, y’know?
Halfway through a drive of peace and quiet, when he suddenly realizes-
And Shiu’s stepping so hard on the brakes that he wouldn’t have been surprised if about five other cars smashed into him from behind right about now. And he wouldn’t have noticed, either—”I left the gate of the bull in rut fucking unlocked-”
Immediately after he remembered, Shiu had gone and done a (likely illegal, most definitely illegal) U-turn right then and there. Heading right back where he came from, he’d cut off multiple cars, almost run over some unsuspecting old lady in his haste to get back to his farm - Kusakabe be damned, his best friend could rot in Tokyo until the end of time for all he cared. After all, he was the one that caused all this!
Shiu made it back home in less than half the time it took him to halfway down his journey to Tokyo (he’s sure he ran a few red lights).
And he’s fumbling with the keys of his gates, forgetting his truck and sprinting right up to where his cattle hybrids were. All cooped up inside the pen, they hadn’t gone into the barn still - and yet, with one sweeping glance, Shiu can’t really find any missing.
So he almost dares to breathe a sigh of relief- before his eyes catch the placement where Kusakabe’s bull had resided. Where Toji resided.
And Shiu’s heart drops at the same time as his jaw.
It was empty.
Quickly, he’s suspecting just why the cows and bulls outside weren’t going inside the barn, and Shiu takes another look at his herd—fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck - there was one missing.
And he knew exactly who it was.
In urgent, jerky motions, Shiu’s throwing open the gate to the pen (this time double-checking to lock it behind him) and heading straight towards the barn.
The barn where he can hear the rustling of hay, where he can smell the saturated sweetness of hybrid pheromones, where he can see—oh, you on your hands and knees, with your pretty ass raised high in the air for Toji’s cock to plough into, his powerful body. You’re all sprawled out on the hay, saliva and milk splashing out of you at a constant pace. You mewled as he stretched out your cunt so mercilessly, again and again and again. The plump knot ‘round his base hitting your pussylips with almost painful thwacks!
And by the ribbons of miry cum that clung onto both your lower halves, Shiu was safe to assume that this certainly wasn’t the first round…
Shiu’s nostrils flare, and he’s realizing that this wasn’t just the heady scent of Toji’s rut - it was your heat, too. That luscious creamy smell that made his mouth water, and his cock twitch in his pants as he took in the sight-
BZZZZZZZZ—!
Thank god his phone was on silent mode- Shiu hastens to pick it up before either of you can hear. Though, he doesn’t think he’s very successful with it.
Because just as Shiu places the crackling phone against his ear, whispering out a quiet- “H-hello?” He sees that Toji’s smug, handsome head turns in the direction of the barn door. And he’s smirking straight at the other man as he claims every inch inside of you, Toji’s honed tip pinpointing into every tiny nook and cranny.
And if that wasn’t enough, he’s leaning down to grab onto your leaky tits- and squeeeeeze out a pure white stream of your milk. Much more than Shiu’s ever been able to tease out of you during milking sessions.
He was making his mate known.
Slowly, Shiu backs out of the barn without you noticing (though, you were so deep in the waves of your carnal pleasure, that he thinks it would’ve been impossible to get your attention anyways).
Only once he’s out of the headiness of the barn does Shiu finally manage to register the other man’s voice-
“Hello? Helloooooo? Man, where are you now-”
“Hey, Kusakabe.” Shiu speaks, still slightly dazed. Still slightly staring through the barn doors from afar - all because of a fucking gate. “Take the next train here from Tokyo- no, don’t worry about your truck, you can pick it up later. No, you don’t need the cattle trailer anymore.”
Kusakabe sputters, “Huh? But why?” At the other man’s silence, one could almost hear the moment that understanding sets in. “Oh man- oh wait, don’t tell me that Toji and that sweet cow hybrid of yours has-”
“Yeah.” Shiu grits, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Unrelated, but would you happen to know any good names for calves?”
A/N. YOU ASK AND DADDY PROVIDES (not child support tho-) YES I SAW Y’ALL IN THE COMMENTS-
Your pervy fwb!Suguru is the kinda guy who sits there on the phone with his cock all hard and aching, listening to you ramble about God knows what because he hasn't been paying attention to shit aside from that gorgeous tone of your voice for the past thirty minutes straight.
With mumbles of, "Uhuh," and, "Mhmm," after just about everything you say as he stares down at his sprawled out legs, he's left watching himself twitch against his thigh all eagerly--just begging for some sort of attention.
And of course it gets worse when you let out this sigh and ask him, "Suguru, are you okay? You're so quiet tonight." in that sweet ass tone of yours, as if you were completely unaware of what exactly it did to him (you were).
Suguru would let a hum simper deep within his throat while his hand slides down and he adjusts himself against the fabric of his sweats. "I'm fine, gorgeous. Keep talkin'." He'd reply all huskily.
You're too caught up in your little story to notice the lowered pitch in his voice so, naturally, you end up carrying on with the rather one-sided conversation. Suguru, who's going insane on his end of the line, just can't help but at least let his palm run over the outline of his thick needy cock.
It's just something to keep him tame for now, of course, nothing more nor less. That is, until you decide to video call him.
He almost groaned at the notification alone. Your voice was working wonders for him already and now you had the audacity to pair it with the sight of your overly tempting face?
It doesn't take him more than a few second to answer that call of yours, watching as you prop your phone up and move around your bedroom to show him something. His room is dark and he briefly explains to you how he's too lazy to prop his phone up as well.
Which is how you ended up showing him various of pieces of clothing you'd purchased today, speaking to an overall black screen and only earning very short and almost suspicious comments in response from the male on the other end.
"Oh and I really like this top, see?" You ramble on, holding the item up closer to the phone and hearing the way Suguru lets out a long sigh. You start to catch on there but you're more suspicious then you are sure of what he's doing.
If not for the way he cleared his throat and said, "Put it on 'n show me," you probably would've began questioning him again.
With a soft hum, you turn around and strip yourself of your current top, tossing it elsewhere as you prep your new shirt for your body. Unbeknownst to you, Suguru's on his end losing his mind.
That natural curve in your spine, the very simple sight of your bra from the back--all things he's seen before, yes, but the sight never fails to turn him all the way on. His hips are lifting into the curve of his palm before he even realizes it and he's starting to fully rub against his erection now.
By the time you get your new shirt on and turn back around to face him and show him, his eyes are rolling back a bit and a soft curse is hissing out of his throat at the sight. Luckily enough for him, the phone doesn't pick it up.
"See? Isn't it cute?" You ask sweetly, causing the twitching head of his cock to drip all ludicrously against the fabric of his boxers. He almost has to shove his fist into his mouth to stop himself from groaning again.
Clearing his throat again, "Mm.. mhm, yeah." He huffs out all too breathily. Suguru swallows thickly again and he's really a few seconds away from tugging his cock out and jerking off right then and there but, he doesn't want to be rude (yet). "Would' look cuter on my bedroom floor right now but, I digress."
You could feel heat creeping up to the surfaces of your skin and your eyes wander to the side all shyly before you lean toward the phone, unintentionally giving him a gorgeous view of the way that top frames your tits. "If you want me to come over, just say that." You chuckle, biting back a bashful grin.
Suguru lets his head lull back and then a sly smile spreads out across his lips, "I can't wait that long."
"I knew it," You're scoffing almost instantly. You had a feeling he'd been turned on from the moment he got on the initial call with you but now it was more apparent than ever. Picking the phone, "So what do you want me to do then?"
"Just..." He trails off for a second to bite his bottom lip, having released his fully hard cock from the confines of his sweats and grown surprised at how much of a mess he's made of himself already. "Hah, just keep talkin'." Suguru requests all heavily.
You pause for a moment just to drive him all the more insane and then with a click of your tongue, you prop your phone back up and shrug, "Only if you show me-"
You barely get to finish the rest of that statement before he's turning up the brightness on his phone and propping the device up perfectly, using your room lighting to illuminate his widely spread legs and fat cock resting against his abdomen now.
Your voice gets caught in your throat and you almost choke at the sight. "W-Well shit, someone's eager." You murmur, trying to play off your increasing embarrassment. Had your rambling really gotten him that hard? You hadn't even said anything remotely worth growing aroused, in your opinion anyway.
Suguru parts his legs a little wider and you watch his thick fingers wrap the drooling slit of his tip before spreading the mess of precum all down his veiny shaft and letting out a pretty groan of relief under his breath. "All 'cause of you, yeah," He says softly.
To which you roll your eyes, "Oh please, you're just a perv."
"Am I?" Suguru replies, squeezing his hand around his cock before giving himself slow upward tugs with a little roll of his wrist. You could just barely see the way he was smirking and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes again.
"I'd say yes but, I think you'd like that too much, Sugu." You hum instead, tilting your head as all thoughts of your previous haul go flying out the window. Who could think about clothes when they had the prettiest cock displayed to them in such a slutty fashion?
Suguru chuckles, "You've got me all figured out, huh?"
His hand tightens around his shaft, thumb flicking against that one sensitive vein he knows you've got memorized in that filthy head of yours--mimicking the way you typically handle his cock to get him off properly.
Still watching him with unmoving eyes, "I think so, yeah." You say in an all too soft voice. He could tell he was starting to affect you now, even with your bottom half out of view, Suguru would bet everything that your thighs were all tightly clenched together.
"Yeahh?" He purrs out in response, cocking his head to the side as his hand picks up the pace just a bit, "Well, I think I've.. shit, I've got you figured out too."
"Bullshit." You breathe out all too quickly.
Yeah, you weren't fooling anyone, especially not him.
Smiling now, "Really? So, you're not enjoying this?" Suguru begins to tease, removing his hand from himself and letting his dick twitch in the air for a moment. He was torturing himself on purpose, just for the sake of your entertainment.
You watch greedily as more slick oozes out of his bobbing tip, saliva unknowingly welling up against the caverns of your mouth. It's slow but, eventually you remember to respond to him, "I.. I didn't say that."
"You didn't say you were either," He points out, lifting his hips a little just so you could watch the way his cock sways all heavily in the air--throbbing and desperate for some more attention.
Your thighs do, in fact, draw closer together and you even end up picking up your phone and moving over to lay on your bed. "And I'm not going to," You tell him.
Suguru groans and quickly brings his hand back to his wet dick, giving himself barely enough stimulation at each syllable that exits those saliva-slicked lips of yours. "You should, it'd help me cum faster," He argues hoarsely.
You roll your eyes and almost deadpan into the camera, "You're gonna cum quick no matter what I do."
It's then that Suguru starts laughing genuinely, despite the quick strokes he's gifting himself with his hand. You even watch him thrust up into his hand while his brows meet slightly before he says, "It's so fuckin' cute when you try to act like you're the one in control."
The scoff you release is almost immediate, "I'm not acting, I-"
"As if you're not the one.. mmgh, finishing first every time we fuck. Making the prettiest lil' mess around me every single time." His head falls back, lengthy black locks splayed all out against his shoulders and chest, also falling back with the angle of his head.
Then, he rolls his neck a bit just to make sure you see him looking directly at you, his hand moving a lot quicker along his shaft now, "Hell, as if you're not sitting there fighting the urge to stuff that pretty pussy with a finger or two just from watchin' me." He says bluntly.
Your face heats up instantly and a response falls flat on your tongue as your brain scrambles for something equally as filthy to say in response.
Before you could get the chance, Suguru's shaking his head and slowing his hand down as he meets the hefty base of his cock, "That's all it takes for you anyway," He murmurs, shooting a messy glob of spit down onto his tip and moaning at the contact.
"Aren't you the one getting off on my voice right now?" You breathe out, shifting against your bed and trying to ignore the gradual soak of your panties.
He smiles all too cockily for your liking and slips his hand upwards again, the sound catching on the line and hitting your ears way too moistly for your liking. With a downright nasty schlickk, you sit there watching and listening to him jerk off like some kinda professional, "Aren't you the one who asked me to show you the way I get off to your voice?" He points out.
You force yourself to glance away before you start drooling and whisper, "Stop deflecting, Suguru."
"Aww," He coos in a tone condescending enough to make your cunt throb and your thighs clench together even tighter. "Stop acting like it doesn't turn you on, pretty girl," He fires back.
Your eyes slowly trail back to the phone and his cock is all but glossed over in the prettiest mix of cum and saliva now, glistening in the camera and gorgeous enough for you to pull your lower lip in between your teeth.
You always hated loved how Suguru had the prettiest cock you'd ever laid eyes on. From the length, to every curvy vein, to it's sinful thickness and weight-, you could go on about the things you loved about his dick. But what always made it worse is the fact that he knows how to use it.
And acts like it too.
Even so, you harmlessly scoff and say, "...I'm gonna hang up." Slowly enough for him to fight back another laugh.
"And leave me all hard like this?" He teases, grinning knowingly. "Look at it, princess. Look at how needy I am for you, c'mon," Suguru challenges all of a sudden. He quickly earns your undivided attention and could practically feel your eyes traveling the length of his cock, "I dare you to hang up and leave me to tend to alll of this by myself."
You go silent and just watch him jerk off to your staring now, hearing his breathing grow heavier and watching his hips begin to lift as he thrusts into his hand.
"Yeahh, that's what I thought." Your friend with benefits chuckles out, "Now..." He pauses with one tighter grip on his shaft and stuffs down a heavy groan. "Lemme see how.. mgh, fuuck... lemme see how soaked my girl is over there."
A/N: Not proofread, sorry for errors, if any. & also completely off topic but send me ideas for kinktober PUHLEASEEE <3
pairings - Yandere CEO! Sukuna x Assistant F! reader
summary -You can't wait to give your boss your two weeks notice, and he's furious when you do. He's awful to you, mean, cruel and a conceited dick. You jump at the chance to move on, but then your life falls apart. Your car quits working, you lose your chance at the Gojo corp, and your landlord kicks you out! You're left with no choice but to take Sukuna up on his offer to let you stay with him. You soon find out there's more to him - like a psychotic obsession with you.
warnings - Sukuna is a full yandere, dark subject matter, stalking, videoing against consent, sexual tension, mind games, masturbation (m and f), cunnilingus, facefucking, smacking, thigh riding, degradation, obsession, toxic dynamics, Sukuna is psychotic reader is damaged, manipulation, jealousy, choking, creampie, hints of somno, toxic red flag, MEAN ass Sukuna, fucks all your good sense </3
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Sukuna scoffs as he watches you from his office window, leaning back with his legs spread wide, fingers steepled together, his black nails reflecting the canned lights above. His office is dark despite the floor to ceiling windows, because he enjoys having privacy.
Especially when he's jerking off to you.
You're giggling right in front of a fucking water cooler, he can't make the shit up. His employee, Takuma Ino, is flirting out right with you, and apparently your slutty ass enjoys it. Twirling your hair around your fingers, sipping on that paper cup, his hand brushes against your upper arm.
Sukuna is fucking furious then, no one should get to touch you, your perfect body should be his and only his, how dare anyone think it's acceptable to come near you. You don't even know how he feels, because Ryomen Sukuna is playing a long game.
He wants to make sure you desperately need him, just as he needs you. Jerking his cock every night when he could fuck whoever he wants, watching you in your little apartment on cam knowing you'd be so much happier in his penthouse.
Sukuna knows you'd be so tight, so wet and pretty. He has seen you enough through the fuzzy video cam he has hidden on your dresser to watch you finger yourself. You're always getting frustrated, rushing to get your vibrator, as if you're waiting for his fingers.
The problem is, you hate Sukuna currently, you despise him so much he fears his games were too effective. The way your jaw sets, your eyes narrow when you look at him? It's enough to make anyone cry damn near, but all it does is make it harder under his slacks.
He buzzes you, over and over when you reach your desk, until you scowl at him through his glass window, the blinds filtering light across you while you sit at that desk. Pretty pink dress on you, one he aches to shove up your hips, wrinkle it under his hands and fuck you stupid.
He grins, a sadistic fucking smirk when you come to his office now. “Mr. Sukuna, how can I help you?”
“Hmm, I seem to have…” He shoves off stacks of papers then, raising a slutty eyebrow at you. If you had no self respect, and no boyfriend, maybe you'd fuck your frustrations out on this complete dick of a man. As it stands, he waits for you. “I dropped my folders, bend down and pick them up.”
Your jaw clenches, breath quickening with your anger, you can't wait to see his annoyingly attractive face when you let him know you're quitting. You make so much money, but nothing is worth how this dickhead treats you.
“Pick. Them. Up.” His plump lips curl up. You sink to your knees, clad in black stockings, struggling to hold your composure and not cuss him the fuck out. You gather the papers and he just looks at you, ruby eyes glinting, while he runs a hand through pink locks.
“Mr. Sukuna…” You stand now. Leaning forward you set them on his cherry wood desk, one he dreams of bending you over on. He raises that brow again, infuriating you with his arrogance.
“Hmm. What is it?” Sukuna eyes your red lip stain, imagining smearing it with the pink tip of his cock. Imagining fucking your throat so good you can't fucking talk, maybe then you wouldn't flirt with some boy.
“I'm putting in my two weeks notice.”
Sukuna blinks then, before his dark brows lower, his hands gripping the desk, black painted nails almost scratching it with the force. “The fuck you just say?”
You take a breath, even you get intimidated by the huge ass boss of yours at times. But you hold firm, hands in front of your lap while his gaze burns you. “I quit. I'm giving you two weeks notice as a courtesy.”
“The fuck!?” Sukuna stands now, looking down at you, so tall your head falls back to maintain eye contact. “You're gonna get paid this good and leave!?”
You raise a brow right back at him, crossing your arms now. “Sure am, nothing is worth having to work for you anymore. Even if I love everyone else here.”
“Tch, fucking bet you do love that boy all stupid over you,” you scoff, he steps closer, dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floor, closer and closer until you're backed up against a wall. You can’t breathe when he’s this close, a hand on the side of your head, you glare up at him.
“Ever heard of personal space, you psycho?”
“Personal space, huh. Wonder what your problem is, you let that boy kiss you right in front of the office,” he tilts your chin up, you smack his hands off, chest heaving with how fucking furious you are. “Is it because I don't suck up to you like every little bitch boy here?”
“No, my problem is you're a fucking dick, Mr. Sukuna. Respectfully.” You shove at his chest, he snatches a wrist, huge tattooed hands taking it over, making you tremble at the contact. “I'll be gone by the end of the month, or I can leave sooner.”
“Who the fuck are you working for?” He squeezes your wrist bruising, as mean as he is it surprises you even, and worse is your stupid body's reaction to him.
If you had just a little less self respect you'd give into the insane, dumb fucking desire you have. To kneel and suck him, bulge in his slacks clear that he's huge. You shake that evil thought off, along with the fact that how terrifying he is turns you on, you'll chalk it up to daddy issues and bury that shit deep.
He sure would never get to know you even find him anything but disgusting as a human being. “Let go of me.”
“I asked who you're working for, brat,” he's hovering, too tall, too broad, shadows cast across the office just making that presence more looming. “”What, you're too dumb to answer?”
“Brat!? Stupid - this is why I’m fucking quitting. Why do you even care, when you treat me like shit anyway!?”
“Answer me.”
“The Gojo corporation, ya heard of them?” You shove at him again, the big ass man doesn’t move a fucking inch, mean smile on your face when you watch his crimson eyes narrow.
“Then I’ll pay you more.”
“I’m already taking a pay cut, and it’s well worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bunch of work to do, unlike a certain nepo baby CEO.”
“Nepo baby!? And you’re working for the Gojo corp?”
“He seems sweet,” Sukuna’s teeth grit together, you shove him hard once more and he steps back, allowing you to move past him, only for him to wrap an arm around your hips, tugging you against him. “HR complaint too, Sukuna?”
“Like you don’t enjoy it,” you don’t move for just a minute, you do enjoy being against his body, turning your head to give him daggers from your eyes, he cups your chin, body too hard against you, cologne smelling too good, filling your nostrils, your senses. “You’re really leaving me? What if I double your salary?”
“Nothing is worth one more fucking day of you.” He scoffs and lets you go, his hands clenching into fists when you stand by the door, turning to him. “If you wanna keep a good assistant, maybe don’t treat her like shit. Two weeks.”
You slam his fucking door, it echoes when you stomp out, it’s not too surprising to anyone considering you frequently get furious at him – in fact he loves to make you mad, see your pretty face all flushed, pretty tits in those blouses rising as your breath quickens. However this time, you’re just fucking done with him.
He punches the wall right next to him, the one he just pressed you against, so furious that you think you have any choice, that you can ever be away from him. He can’t lose you before he has you, before you need him and him only. It’s fucking every single thing up. The plaster cracks, cream white left just a bit red from the blood on the backs of his knuckles, and Sukuna sees red.
You’re not fucking going anywhere.
****
“Are you alright, honey?” Ino asks, when he takes you home, your car is stuck at the mechanic for a week. You nod, and he places a hand over your thigh, the other on the wheel. “You’re doing the right thing.”
“Maybe you’ll follow me?” You tease, he smiles shyly, it’s very new, you two have just kissed and had a couple dates, but you love him around, especially with your complete dickhead of a boss in your life.
“I absolutely could follow you over, work would be so boring without you.”
“Takuma… that’s really sweet.” He parks the car, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips.
You hate how horny that psycho, pink haired dick of a man gets you, and you want to wash away every thought of him, toxic ones that you will never even let your brain actually think of. Just stupid fucking flashes of the most toxic hate sex with him, slapping his stupid face then getting railed by him.
Fuck that.
Psycho who calls you stupid!? You’re well past your attraction to toxic ass men with mental issues. Hence, the sweet boy next to you, with soft brown eyes and glossy lips, brushing your hair back.
“You’re tense,” Ino mentions, gently running a hand up your spine. “Need me to rub your back?”
“I’d love that, do you wanna come inside-”
“Yes!? I mean, yes. I mean… continue?” You giggle a bit, he’s pretty adorable really.
“Come on,” it’s getting a little dark already, the sky pinks and purples, when you unlock the door to the home you’re renting. When you shut the door behind you, he does just that, he actually rubs your neck, then lower, lips kissing across your neck. “Mnh…”
“Is this okay?” He asks softly, you nod, eyes shutting at the mix of his hands and his kisses – leading to the bedroom soon, he’s lifting you up and carrying you inside there, while you giggle – having no clue you’re being watched.
Oh but Sukuna is watching you.
He watches you every night, typically with his cock in his hand – a desperate, pathetic mess you make him, and he fucking hates you for it, for doing it to him. Just for you to be an ungrateful brat and quit, but now you’re inviting someone in your room, when he’s already jerking it to your moans!?
“You little fucking slut,” he scowls when he watches the sight unfold on the little fuzzy camera, the one he’d slipped on your dresser that’s covered in stupid fucking squishmellows. “You better not even get fucked right now.”
Sukuna had set the camera one day when he’d dropped off your check due to a ‘banking error’ as if he hadn’t watched you in front of the window for months before, you love to undress and even dance in front of your curtains. Like a dumb whore just waiting for someone to stalk you, hurt you, Sukuna wants to make sure no one does, no one ever hurts the girl who he’s tragically fucking obsessed with.
The obsession is so intense it physically hurts, since the moment he saw you when you started. You’re too pretty, too perfect, haunting his every thought, ruining him so he can’t even look at another girl. He attempted to at first, just to make you jealous, flirt with a few of the CEOs that would come in for meetings, but you didn’t even look his damn way.
Nothing worked on you, so he diverted to actively pissing you off, wanting to work you up until he drove you crazy, but it was just fucking backfiring. Now, watching this boy kissing down your neck, pressing you against your bed. His nails press into the wood of his desk so much he leaves scratches, almost crushing the wood with his grip, contemplating just showing up honestly.
If he had to watch you get fucked, he’d ruin you when he finally got you, fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess, begging him to stop. But, he wouldn’t no fucking chance would he take it easy – he would never even let you leave his penthouse once he fully lured you in. Escape would not be any sort of option or thought in your pretty head.
His thoughts drive him mad when your moans are so loud he can vividly hear them, he shuts his eyes, picturing it’s for him. But you wouldn’t just moan softly, no Sukuna would have you stuttering, drooling, screaming out. He hates that it still gets him throbbing, hearing you like this, determined then to make sure you wouldn’t even get to leave him.
Sukuna yanks out a letter hand written by you - your resignation letter you smacked on his desk before you left, grinning then, taking out a pen and a blank paper. He damn sure was not letting you work for Gojo, and he was going to make sure you would need him, it was really for your own good.
“Ino,” Sukuna is gonna fucking kill you. “Mnh!”
Is this boy fingering Sukuna’s girl!?
You’re surprised at his skill, while he’s slipping his fingers down your slit, bracing himself on one arm as he does. “Does that feel good?”
You nod quickly, he finds your clit in just a moment, rolling in torturous circles that have you trembling, thighs on either side of him spread. His lips are sweet against yours, just enough pressure, the pressure just enough to send those signals to your brain. You’re not one to exactly fuck around with new boyfriends, but you’re so on edge, and he’s hitting everything you need.
You’re running your hand down, running fingers over his bulge, watching him gasp when you do, his finger slipping in your hole now. “Mnh, there, fuck…”
“Th-there?” He slides it deeper, pressing up, you nod quickly, cunt gushing while Sukuna is ruining your life from the comfort of his office.
“There, ah! More, please.” Ino’s gentle when he slips a second finger inside, tugging on your top and kissing your breast, rutting your hand – and then – Ino comes in his pants. “Oh…”
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rests his head on yours, breathless. “You’re too wet, and too sexy…”
“No, god don’t apologize, it’s quite a compliment.” You smile and brush his hair back, while Sukuna is snorting in laughter.
If you saw him, you’d scowl, smack his arrogant face, he’s slapping his thigh with tears in his eyes – he didn’t even have to interrupt you by triggering your alarm system, that was his plan once he was done with the letter. What luck, he thinks, that fingering you made that poor boy cum, he’s running off to clean up, and you’re sitting there with your thighs spread on that bed.
He wonders how good it is, to have that fucking effect. Wouldn’t happen to him, but it makes him curious, staring at you when you whine out, rubbing your slit for just a moment before tasting yourself. He couldn’t have even pictured it, how sexy and slutty the action is, you sucking your arousal off your pretty little fingers, before pressing your thighs together.
Sukuna’s aching now, settled back down to watch you – you’ve reduced him to this, a pathetic man who just does this rather than fucking anyone, being with anyone. How can he when you exist, fucking his brain up with how pretty you are when you’re mad at him, and now you’re acting like a whore.
And it just makes him eager for the moment he’ll ruin you.
He bets you’ll talk so much shit before your throat is fucked raw, and then you’ll only have a hoarse little whisper left. He smirks as he watches you step out of the room, presumably to walk Ino out, maybe make him feel better. Sukuna is already working on a severance package for him, multitasking truly, because he damn sure couldn’t stay here around Sukuna’s girl.
His, all his.
“Ino, it’s fine, really. I had a lot of fun.” Ino’s brows draw together, slipping his hand across your cheek.
“I didn’t get you off, do you want me to?”
“You’re so sweet, you can next time.” He sighs, still clearly embarrassed with a flush of his cheeks, but you really love his sweetness, especially when you have to deal with Ryomen Sukuna every day. “Promise, we’ll continue this later.”
“All right, good night pretty.” You giggle and give him a kiss, leaning against the door when you shut it, left in the quiet of your home. You walk into your room, busting out the vibrator in the dresser, along with the lubricant, slipping off your shorts and laying back in the bed.
You loved to play with yourself before bed, but especially now, when you could think of anything other than your dickhead, pastel haired boss that you absolutely hate. Shutting your eyes and spreading your legs, bent at the knee, letting the silicon touch your clit, vibrating with the sticky lube, making you whine out.
Now Sukuna can actually stroke himself, you’re all alone, just how he enjoys you, playing with your cunt just for him. He’s leaned back in his chair, the office is entirely silent as he’s the only one here, the quiet times where Sukuna can let his long cock release, slapping his dress shirt with pre. His tip is reddened, leaking the pearly drops he can’t wait to stuff inside your hole.
He’d fill you so good, till you’re pouring him, dripping his milky cum from the soppy little cunt you’re running a pretty red little rose on. He hopes you enjoy it for now, because once you’re his, you’ll never be able to touch yourself again, never play with what is his. He can’t wait till you’re running your cunt on his leg, pathetic and desperate for his touch while he fucks your mouth, the thoughts pushing him over the edge.
He’s murmuring your name, timing his orgasm with yours, grinning psychotically in his dark office, lapping just a bit of his own cum that has spilled onto his fingers,. It drips along the piercing on the underside of his tip, mirroring you. He’s going to have far, far too much fun with you, he muses, he can’t wait to see you crying and begging him to stay.
*****
“What the fuck did you do!?” You’re shouting in his office the next day, he stomps over to where you’re shouting in the open, people are just looking at you two. Though it’s not unheard of for you to lose your shit on Sukuna, he shuts the door quickly, smirking down at you.
“What’s wrong, mad your little fuck toy is out of the office?” You haul back and smack the fuck out of his cheek, leaving your handprint, he glares and presses you against the door, a hand gripping your chin. “Ya really gonna think you can just slap me?”
“Sure the fuck can.” You slap him again, on the other cheek as hard as you can, he grips both wrists and pins them to the wall, chest heaving with his breaths. “Fuck you, Sukuna.”
“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you?”
“Hah, you wish I did.”
“Aw, did he not make you cum, little brat?” You gasp now, shoving him off you when he lets go of your wrists.
“You did something to him, psychotic dick. I know you did! He wouldn’t just leave me like that… leave the job like that, just cut off contact, no way.” Sukuna raises one of his slutty pierced eyebrows at you, making you itch to smack that look off again, fingers stinging from the contact.
“I got rid of his position, and gave him a huge severance package and recommendations, I didn’t fucking ask him to leave you,” Sukuna lies right to your face, watching it fall then, you’re blinking back tears he can’t wait to see fall down your cheeks. It’s for your own good, so he can’t feel bad about it. “Why would I?”
You blink rapidly, wracking your brain now, he watches the gears turn with a sick satisfaction. “I don’t… I don’t know…”
“You’re leaving, anyway right? Why do I care if you fucked-”
“I didn’t fuck him, not that it’s any of your business. We just started dating and I…” you trail off again, your lip trembling, Sukuna lets you go then, just standing there, looming over you. “Why’d you let him go suddenly?!”
“I planned it,” he’s watching you start to believe it, barely hiding back his smirk now. “I didn’t tell him to leave you. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard, why do I care who you’re with, tch.”
“Mr. Sukuna…” he’d looked terrified when Sukuna called him in, chuckling at the kid when he handed him the check. “What is all this money?”
“It’s a hell of a severance package,” he walks up to him now, smirking and tilting his head. “And I’ll give you double that if you break up with her.”
“You what now?” His eyes narrow at Sukuna for just a moment, even though Sukuna towers over him.
“Stay. Away. From. Her.”
“She hates you, you know that right?” Sukuna just raises a brow, hands in the pockets of his slacks, leaning even lower, watching him swallow nervously.
“If you’d like to keep all your fucking fingers, stick them inside someone else, she’s not available.”
“How the fuck would you-”
“Take the money. And go. Be smart, it’s way more than you make in a year.” He contemplates it for a moment, sighing then.
“I’m not going to break up with her just because you’re letting me go-”
“Yes, you fucking will,” he slams him on the wall, grabbing him by the collar. “If you’d like to keep intact you’ll break up with her right fucking now.”
“You’re fucking insane!” He rushes off, and Sukuna watches with a devious little smirk when he breaks up with you quietly in a corner of the office.
“Oh.” You’re turning away then, taking a shaky breath, Sukuna loves it, loves watching you lose whatever feelings you had for that boy, that doubt fucking setting in is delicious.
Just one step closer to making sure you can’t leave him.
He’s picturing lifting your pencil skirt up, pressing you against that door, it takes everything not to touch you yet, but you’re just not where he needs you. He puts a hand on your shoulder, almost comforting, giving you just enough caring to make you wonder, to make you look back in shock, even as he remembers exactly what happened this morning with that boy.
He can’t bother to feel guilty for lying when it’s all for your own good, really, you’ll be so happy when you’re his. You won’t work, won’t have to even cook, clean, anything, just be pretty and let him keep you to himself. Your eyes are all glossy with that sheen of unshed tears you’re holding onto, your breaths coming in little huffs.
“Do you need the day off?”
“You’ve never asked me that,” you laugh out meanly, his teeth clenching together. “Now that I’m leaving you’re trying to be somewhat kind? Too late for it, I’m still going regardless.”
You stomp out of the office, furious with him, he’s right though – why would Sukuna want to break you up with Ino? It doesn’t make sense, even if he’s a dick boss and can’t stand that you’re leaving him, what’s a boyfriend have to do with it… it’s not as if Sukuna had some weird interest in you.
But it was so sudden.
He’d looked terrified when he ran out of that office, asking you not to call him or message him, that he needed to get a clean start, that there were no hard feelings. After last night when he’d kissed you like that? You feel emotions welling up, a mix of anger, suspicion, and just being fucking sad.
You’re more determined than ever to get a new start with the Gojo corporation, you’d met the CEO himself, and you were so excited, the pay was really good too. Sukuna’s pay was something you would never find again, but nothing in the world was worth the stress of handling him every day. You should still be able to swing keeping your rent up with your house too.
Things will get better.
*****
Things get worse.
It’s like some fucking dark rain cloud is just following you around and storming all over you, all over everything. A steady domino effect happens that week that makes absolutely no sense. One moment, you’re ready to start a better life – or so you think – only for it to be disillusioned.
A receptionist calls and tells you the position is filled at the Gojo corporation, and that somehow something got crossed. A background check didn’t come in, and they apparently couldn’t get ahold of you. It seemed bullshit truly, but who was this random woman to lie about it?
Then, even worse, your landlord who is usually so sweet and kind, comes over and tells you they’re selling the house you rent, and you have to be out in ten fucking days. You were in shock as they came over apologetically, claiming someone offered them way more than it’s worth, and with cash. You don’t blame them, but now you are completely fucked.
Your parents are out of town, but imagine telling them your situation? Jobless soon since you already put in your resignation, and homeless? How can you even face them or live with them after being on your own since you were eighteen? You can’t just move back at twenty four.
You’re a mess when you’re back at the hell you call Sukuna Ryomen’s corporation, you hate it so much, knowing what you’re gonna have to do. Even if you stay with your family when they’re back in town, you have to have some source of income to get a new place, nothing nearby is even available for rent, so how long would it take?
No boyfriend.
No home.
No job.
And your car is still fucked up!?
You’re close to tears that monday, knocking on Sukuna’s door, the man you slapped in the fucking face last friday. Well, well deserved, sure, but what are the chances he’ll keep you? And if he does, will he make everything worse for you than he already did in the past? All you know, is for at least a few months, you’ll basically be at this shithead’s mercy.
“Come in,” he says gruffly behind the door, you take a breath, opening it and stepping in. He barely acknowledges you as he’s typing away on his keyboard, wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What is it?”
“I um… well, I um…” You barely hold it together, he closes the laptop then, frowning over at you.
“You’re never at a loss for words, with that mouth,” you should scowl, but you just wanna fucking cry, you feel it coming, cursing yourself – you can’t, especially in front off him of all people! “Shut the door.”
“Right…” You do just that, closing it with a quiet click and leaning against it, eyes fluttering shut, missing his satisfied smirk just long enough for him to fix it. “Mr. Sukuna, um…”
“Um, um, um. Speak, don’t you know how to?” He’s such an ass, you barely can stand not punching him in his stupid face.
But he pays stupidly well.
“I need to keep my job.” You whisper, he blinks in surprise, standing up.
“Come here.” He says, almost softly, you step up to him, heels clicking on the polished hard wood, taking several breaths, bracing for his mockery, something fucking mean and cruel.
“Go ahead, say it, I’m pathetic for asking.” He frowns now, you’re just a breath away from him, too close for comfort.
“Why do you want to stay, thought you had the nice cushy Gojo job?” He leans his hip on the desk, crossing those big arms, his dress shirt struggling to stretch over all those muscles.
“I um…” You’re trembling in front of him, eyes welling with tears, and you’re so fucking sexy like this.
You need him.
It’s what he always wanted, you needing him.
“Will you just-”
“I lost the job opportunity,” your tears fall, hot and sticky down your cheeks, making him throb in his pants at the sight. They’re glimmering under the can lights in his ceiling, your red lipstick bitten off in places from your nerves.
You’re perfect like this.
You’re just one step closer to where he needs you to be.
“I also got kicked out of the place I’m r-renting, a-and I really can’t lose this job now. I know I said I’d quit, but fuck just let me stay for a bit. You can throw your papers on the floor, I just need it, okay?” You gasp when he brushes your tears away almost gently, not smirking, not mocking you.
He resists the urge to lap a tear off his thumb, fully hard at the sight of you so small compared to him, trembling and pathetic really.
It’s perfect.
“You can stay,” you gasp, eyes shooting up to his in shock. “What, think I’m that fucking horrible?”
“Yes, yes I absolutely do,” he scoffs, and you curse, shutting your eyes and shaking your head. “Shouldn’t have said that when I’m asking for a favor.”
“I like that you talk shit, it’s why I pay you so much,” your eyes narrow, irritation flitting in between emotions. He sighs, hands on your arms now. “C’mere.”
“What?”
He tugs you against him then, you wonder if on top of losing everything you’ve lost your mind and are having straight up delusions, his big hand brushing up and down your back. You’re against his chest, tears making his button down wet in spots, struggling to catch your breath.
How can you be comforted by this man, in any way!?
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Holding you, shit what does it look like?” You shake your head, but you don’t move. You hate to admit he feels good, he’s so warm he’s hot, that warmth seeping against you, his big, bulging muscles too comfortable. “You can stay with me.”
“I’ve really fucking lost it. What now?” You sniffle, looking up at him then, he brushes a lock of your hair in a move you can only describe as gentle, it doesn’t fit any of him.
“You’re a good assistant, I know I’m kind of a dick.”
“Kind of!? You’re a horrible, completely terrible, mean ass, conceited shit-”
“Fuck off, I’m trying to help!?”
You bite your inner cheek, heart racing now, pounding in your chest. “Letting me keep my job is nice enough, don’t act weird.”
“Weird, tch,” he tugs you closer, letting you cry more, smiling against your hair as you do. Every tear just makes him want you more. “You can stay with me till you get a place, I have a big ass penthouse, not like we’ll see each other much. Plus, isn’t your car in the shop? I can bring you to work.”
“How do you know that?”
“You don’t wanna stay with your parents, do you?” He avoids the question completely.
“Shit, no.” You sigh, pulling back and swiping those tears, realizing it is your best option. “Are you as much of a dick at home as you are at work?”
“Worse.”
“Then-”
“It’s a joke?” You glare, and he chuckles a bit, his eyes bright fucking red, almost scary when they assess you carefully. “I’ve been too harsh on you, huh?”
“Harsh is an understatement, sadistic asshole fits better,” his scowl deepens, grip still firm on your waist even though you’ve backed away. “You really won’t mind me living with you?
“Nah, like I said we won’t even see each other much. I feel a little responsible,” – he literally caused all of it – “I made you wanna leave. So let me at least do something to make it up.”
“Are you in therapy or on meds or some shit? Who are you?”
“You’re such a little fucking brat, ungrateful-”
“Ah, there he is,” you smile, that mean little one even with your tremulous lips, stepping back then. “Well I really have no choice.”
“You’re sounding really thankful.”
“I am, though. I guess I’ll bring some things over tonight if that’s okay?”
“I’ll bring you to your place, we can grab what you need.”
You walk off, then turn around, looking at him and wondering if there’s something more than an arrogant, self entitled dick in there. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, get back to work, you’re slacking.” You roll your eyes as you walk out of his office, and he can’t stop his grin from spreading.
*****
You thought you’d hate living with Sukuna, even if he has a fancy decked out penthouse, with cleaners making sure it was immaculate. You don’t know what you expected, some pretentious bachelor pad with nothing but beer and no food in the fridge? He’s in his mid thirties and since, which raises every red flag along with his horrible personality.
Surely some sugar baby would deal with him or something, he’s that attractive really, some people could probably get past how much of an asshole he was. Yet, he’s alone, you don’t see him talk to any women the first week you’re there at all, and it almost gets comfortable, driving back to his place together, cooking dinner and then bitching about idiots at work.
Fuck it’s almost domestic?
Sukuna is still a dick at work, sure, but he’s eased up a bit, he’s actually said a praise or two which he never has, and at home he’s quite kind, even intelligent. Coming off like a nepo baby airhead, he surprises you more with just how smart he is, when he’s typing away at that computer working some finances, while some science show is on his big ass tv.
Sukuna’s almost a little nerdy, especially with those glasses. He walks around shirtless, that shithead, and that really fucks with you more than you’ll admit. You figured he had a good body judging by how his suits fit, but nothing really prepared you for waking up and seeing him completely bare aside from some boxer briefs that hugged a rather caked out ass.
He was cooking this morning, making what smelled like bacon and eggs, scrambling them around when you wake up, yawning. One week and you haven’t killed each other, in fact as you’re staring at the black tattoos across his back, he turns his head a bit to look back at you.
He’s unfairly attractive, that conceited ass smile plastered on his face when he looks back at you. “Checking my ass out?”
“Hah, not even, I’m just tired and want coffee,” you’re next to him then, arms brushing against each other when he looks down at your body. “Are you staring at my tits?”
“Yes.”
“The fuck,” you shove at him and he chuckles, almost playfully, you can’t stop your nipples from tightening at the gaze, at his laugh. Fuck it’s almost pleasing, making you hate him more. “Pervert.”
“Says you,” he reaches across and turns on the coffee maker for you, it heats up with a whir. “Wanna eat?”
“You’re making me breakfast?” You ask, pulling out a coffee pod, Sukuna barely hides his erection when he fully gets a look of what you’re wearing, some thin little crop top and shorts that barely cover your ass.
You look slutty, tits half out, almost the entirety of those thighs bare, thighs he’d die to have one either side of his face. That makes him angrier, the amount he wants to pleasure you, worship you, and because of your bratty attitude he has to wait. You look like you need his cock inside you.
He wants to give you what you need, it’s torture to jerk it next to you every night, when you’re a room away, but he knows damn well you don’t need him that badly yet. But you’re getting there, he can almost inhale the scent of your arousal, so sweet like the panties he buried his face in last night.
He despises you for reducing him to that, to lapping your sticky arousal from them, and they were coated in your slick. Despite you acting fine, you were clearly wet around him, your nipples poking out of your top and drawing his gaze, his wide grin, you cup them then, gasping.
“Don’t stare dickhead, I’m just cold!”
“Sure you are, they like me, at least.”
“They so do not.” He smirks, and you struggle to focus on anything other than wanting him to throw you on that counter.
Stupid.
It’s stupid.
One week of being a semi decent human being doesn’t eliminate everything he’s put you through. “I’ll eat some.”
“Good girl.”
“Yuck, never mind.”
“Fucking brat,” he scowls, and you can’t stop a little giggle, the first he has ever heard from you, he grips the spatula so hard it bends. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, it does look yummy though.”
“Then sit down, I’ll bring you some.” You both fall into a comfortable silence, eating side by side, he’s peering at his laptop while you’re poking at your phone, knees brushing under his pretty white bar. He leans over and swipes a bit of coffee off the corner of your mouth, and that’s when you pause.
He’s not touched you like that, your couple of interactions were slaps, and then that weird hug he tugged you into. But this week he’s made sure not to, and when he does, you ache, desire ruining your brain chemistry. You stare at him with dilated eyes when he brushes his thumb across your lips, watching the plush of it gently move, knowing what it’s doing to you.
He knows your cunt is pulsing around nothing, knows what his eyes are doing while they look down at you. He knows how to push you over that edge until you beg for him, or so he thinks. You pull back and smack at his hand, he clenches his teeth, about to bend you over and beat your ass black and blue, but he can’t. He has to make you want him, not just need him.
“Weirdo.” You stick your tongue out, he scoffs at you, back to watching the news on his screen, and you run to the bathroom when you’re done.
You can’t help but reach down and find your cunt slick.
Fuck Ryomen Sukuna.
*****
It’s been two weeks now, Sukuna lets you sit on the couch and you two actually watch movies together, you sit out on the balcony with him and drink his ridiculously expensive vintage of wine. It’s peaceful almost, he’s quiet and doesn’t talk too much shit, and you unfortunately find yourself enjoying him, wanting him more and more despite your mind knowing that’s the dumbest idea.
Do you just want to get fucked, are you just horny and he’s hot? But how can you ever want someone who was that awful? It’s almost hard to remember, sitting next to him tonight, eyes getting heavy, you rest your head on his shoulder before you think better of it, feeling him tense.
His hand is on your thigh, you’re shifting your hips, dying for him to just touch you. You see the way he looks at you now that you live with him, you’ve seen the bulge in his boxers in the morning, hear how he catches his breath, notice the dilation of his eyes. You know he wants you, but he makes no move ever, the hand not inching the tiniest bit higher.
You sure the hell would never ask him, it’s dumb to even be open to it, but the more you’re around his psychotic ass, the more your body reacts so stupidly. You can only chalk it up to so many issues and a massive need of therapy, perhaps you’ve just been consuming too much hate sex smut, and it’s altering your brain.
But you want it.
You shift again, closer now, pretending you’re falling asleep, thighs spreading just a bit, some insane part of you wonders if he’d touch you in your sleep. He inches his fingers just a bit higher, you bite back a gasp, keeping your eyes fluttered shut, hearing the quiet click of the remote now as he turns off the show. He brushes back your hair for a moment, rather than what you need.
His fingers inside you.
His mouth on you.
What the actual hell is wrong with your mind you don’t know, inhaling that expensive scent, more and more alluring with every breath you slowly take, feigning sleep while he runs a finger across your jaw line. You bury your face against his neck now, breathing heavier, he pauses, unmoving then, until he shakes you just a bit.
“Gonna drool on me, brat?” You pull off now, scoffing and going to stand with a yawn.
“Sorry for being sleepy, dick.”
“Tch…”
When he grips your wrist with long, thick fingers that you keep wondering about. You wonder if they’d hit your cervix, those black painted nails against your skin, leaving marks. You’re so done with his bullshit, the push and pull, one moment acting kind enough that you wonder if you’re wrong, then the next snapping, being a whole psycho – and the entire time making you throb with need every time he’s close to you.
“Come drool on me then, if you’re gonna be all pouty about it,” he gives you a mean little smile. You tug away, freeing your wrist, seeing marks he leaves from just that touch. You wonder if he’d leave them all over your body. “Going to bed?”
“Sure am.” He chuckles like the asshole he is, you stomp off and sigh, resting your head on the door.
He’s trying to tease you, it’s so obvious to you then, when you hear quiet moans and huffs next to your room. Like he’s wanting you to cave, to desire him, but you sure the hell would never give him that satisfaction. You’re undressing when you see it then, a little small black tube, and then it all starts to hit you.
Is this pervert watching you!?
He knew about Ino, he knows too much.
That should scare you, really, but instead you undress right in front of that camera, ever so slowly, letting your tits bounce. You hear his moans get just a bit louder, hiding your smile when you lay on the bed, holding your phone and texting a guy back who asked you out. You proceed then to touch yourself, moaning loudly the name of the date.
“Oh, Suguru, oh!”
Sukuna pauses, dick in his hand, almost crushing the phone he’s watching you on now, his jaw tensing as you say some other dudes fucking name!? Not even the boy you dated – why is he so desperately in love with such a mean, evil thing really? He should go in there and beat your ass, fuck you so good all you know is him, but it would just fuck everything up.
He flings his phone across the room, all while you’re in the other room getting off to the thought of making this stalker furious.
*****
You certainly can’t stay here much longer with Sukuna.
One, he’s a psycho.
Two, he’s a dick.
Three, you want to fuck him.
All of that together pushes you to start peering at places, there is a brand new condo building that’s just constructed, and it’s in your price range. You submit a pre application, then decide to get ready for your date with a handsome man you’d run into last week. Some sick, dark part of you gets off on the idea a cocky ass man like Sukuna is so obsessed he spies.
You wonder the extent of it, honestly, when you step out into the living room in a slinky little black dress, red lips just a little glossy, pretty earrings dangling with your hair done up. You had done a couple little spins to make sure everything looked good, slipping on a pair of red bottom heels, a splurge you’ve never even worn before. All in all, you know you look good.
When Sukuna’s eyes catch you, for a moment his lips part, his heart hammers at how gorgeous you look, but just as quickly, he realizes it’s not for him, and clenches his jaw, narrowing his eyes now when you step closer. You do a little spin and giggle, making him want to throw your ass down on the mattress in his room, and fuck you into it.
Tear your dress into nothing, so you never wear it again, use that pretty silver necklace to choke you until it snaps in half. He can hardly handle just standing there, his ‘unbothered’ act about to fail with what you’re putting him through. Sukuna has never cared about anyone but you, never felt any of this, and yet here you are about to go out with someone else?
He’s read your signals, but the game he’s playing is apparently too slow for you and how needy your cunt apparently is.
He’s furious.
“How do I look, Sukuna? I think I like this dress on me.” You say with a little quirk of your lips, like you know what you’re doing to him.
His gaze dips to your breasts, cupped tightly in that dress, too low cut, fuck he could almost see your nipples if you bend over. And he’d surely see your ass if you did, the shape of it outlined in the little black thin ass material, a pathetic excuse for clothing he’d never let you out in once you’re his.
“Where ya going dressed like that huh?” You scoff, crossing your arms.
“Excuse me? I think I look hot.”
“You look slutty as fuck.” You scowl at him, he walks closer, until your back is pressed against the counter, heart racing. “Shouldn't let you out like that.”
“Would it kill you to just say I look pretty once?” You blink back frustrated tears, because why the fuck do you care what he thinks!? Why do you want him to!? The toxic pull is worse when you feel his body against yours, feel his heat, wanting it to soak into you, even knowing he’s dangerous and terrible.
Sukuna grips your face too tightly, a thick, muscled thigh slipping between your own, you bite back a gasp of pleasure so hard it makes your lip almost bleed, struggling to focus. “You know you're fucking gorgeous, tch. It doesn't change shit about this slutty ass outfit.”
“Oh fuck you,” you grip his wrists, shoving his hands down, just for him to bar you with his arms, thigh pressing higher, making you almost let out that moan threatening to spill from your throat. Your eyes fly to his, unreadable and dilated to almost pure blackness. “I'm going on a date.”
“A date, huh?” You nod, swallowing nervously now.
How dare you show off all that pretty skin. That pretty body that belongs to him and only him!?
“Look like you’re going to a dick appointment.”
You slap the fuck out of him now, his cheek decorated with your handprint, breaths faster and faster, a mix of anger, hatred and being so turned on you’re about to soak his thigh. He can tell, you swear he feels it already, merely grinning and cupping your face now.
“You love to hit me, huh?”
“You’re an ass who deserves to be hit, so yes. So what if it is a ‘dick appointment’ do you not think I have needs?”
“Needs, hmm?” He presses up again, big hands gripping your hips and tugging you down, you can’t bite that whine back even though you try, you curse internally with his satisfied grin. “What exactly do you need?”
“Need someone who wants to get me off,” you shove at his chest even as you rock your hips, he’s throbbing when he feels it – how hot you are, your needy cunt just pressing on him. “Don’t you date, Sukuna? Haven’t seen a girl here.”
“Do you want to hear another girl screaming while I fuck her in the next room?” He’s leaning against you, all six feet something of him imposing while you’re pressed on his chest, his thigh, cunt pulsing around nothing.
“What would I care?” You whisper, chin tilted up to eye him in the face defiantly even as you soak him, trembling thighs and hands just resting on his chest, gripping his shirt. “What if I fucked someone, would you watch me, Sukuna?”
“Would I what now!?” You smile deviously, yanking him down, until he’s dangerously close to your lips, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses, sweet breath minty and cool against his lips.
“Would you watch me, would you get off to that?”
“You think I’m some sicko, huh,” he’s chuckling and pressing his thigh up again, you’re so close from just that it’s dumb, while he slips up your dress, hands gripping the thin material. “Maybe I just worry about you.”
“Hah, worry for me, hmm? Mnh-” His cheeks are flushed red, you feel it – his thick, heavy cock against your waist now, pressing and insistent despite him trying to compose himself.
“I should take you, your car is still in bad shape,” he whispers, you shake your head. “No, what if some weirdo gets you?”
“I’ll be f-fine, I’ll be in by curfew dad.”
“You’re such an insolent-”
“Brat, yeah you say that. Can you get out of my way? I have a date to go to.” He pulls back, and raises a brow when he looks at his slacks, you peer down in horror, seeing the spot glistening with your slick. “I’ll be g-gone soon, too.”
“Leaving huh? Tsk, you’re messy, aren’t you?” He runs his thumb over it now, coating it in the damp, sticky clear arousal, your thighs tremble when he steps forward, taking your chin with his other hand now. “Ruining my thousand dollar slacks?”
“You put your leg there, weirdo - mmm!” Sukuna runs your own juices across your lips like a gloss, smirking as he does it, slipping his thumb between your lips.
“Should make you clean it off,” he murmurs, tilting his head and looking at you like some predator, when you sink your teeth against the pad of his thumb he doesn’t even flinch. “Make you lick it off, on your knees.”
You pause instead of coming back with something, the thought of him making you do it fucking you up, your tummy clenching when he runs his thumb across it again, lapping it off a finger now. His eyes flutter shut, cheeks hollowing, sipping your slick cunt off them, as you watch, lips parted.
“Have fun on your little date.” Is all he says then, walking off and leaving you clenching nothing, clit twitching with how badly she wants friction. You rush out quickly, leaving Sukuna with your flavor sunk in his tastebuds, peering at his phone after a few minutes, tracking your exact location.
As if he wouldn’t watch you.
He has to make sure you act right, going out like that with your cunt teased too, he sure the fuck wasn’t going to let anyone touch you.
Sukuna watches you from the car window later, dark and tinted just across from the restaurant, you’re sitting right by the window, giggling with your hand in front of your mouth, some tall dude next to you. He assumes it’s the name you moaned last night, your hand is on his thigh, you’re sitting right against him. Sukuna’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly.
He watches you kiss him, plotting just what he’s gonna do when you walk through that door tonight. How is he supposed to hold back when you’re running around and letting other men touch what belongs to him. He scowls at his phone and texts you out of curiosity, you peer at the phone and don’t respond, instead sipping on your glass of wine and throwing your head back.
You’re absolutely done for.
*****
You had way too much fun tonight, you even had a little make out sesh in the car, he’s handsome and sweet and easy to talk to. Knowing you have to go back to Sukuna should fill you with some sense of dread, he’s a dickhead and at this point lives to edge you, he’s clearly watching you – you don’t know the extent – but that all just makes pissing him off more thrilling.
You slip off your heels at the door, stepping into the quietness of the penthouse, it’s completely dark in there, not a light left on, and not a sound. You didn’t expect Sukuna to be up and running around, but the darkness is a little disconcerting, especially with the dizziness from the wine in your blood stream. You blink a bit, reaching for the light switch, when you hear him.
“You’re back, huh?” He walks to you, your eyes adjust to him in the night, his big frame casting shadows when you hit the lights just barely, enough to be able to see him, before he snatches your wrist.
“Yes, I’m back, did you worry about me, Sukuna?” You murmur, leaning close to him, letting him hold them, letting him press you against that door. “That’s so sweet, you care huh? Why are you waiting for me like some creep, anyway?”
“Hah, a creep,” he slides a hand up, yanking out all the pins that have your hair in that pretty updo. You gasp as they clatter to the floor around you, the pins echoing off the hardwood.
“What are you doing?”
He says nothing, so done with you, so furious, ready to fuck your throat till you can’t talk anymore. “What, mad I had fun, want me miserable? Or are you… jealous, imagine, Ryomen Sukuna jealous.”
You run your hand up his chest, little glint in your eyes while he yanks your hair at the roots, so hard you cry out at it. “Get on your fucking knees, now.”
“Excuse me- ah!” He’s pulling harder, a hand on your shoulder pressing you down, you feel his strength along with your tummy clenching with hot need.
“On. Your. Knees.” He orders again, voice gruff as you kneel for him, you glare but you want this. You want to be on your knees, him yanking your hair just makes you wetter, the pain along with looking up at him like this.
The fuck is wrong with you!?
Sukuna undoes his pants now, your hands go to touch his thighs, earning a sharp smack. “Put 'em behind your back, now.”
You do as he says even with a mad little look on your face, cunt already soaked at the thought of his cock in your mouth, hands behind you, fingers entwined, he chuckles now, brushing your hair back. He uses two fingers to tilt your chin up, before going to his belt buckle, your breaths coming faster and faster.
“So you can listen, then,” he taunts you, you go to stand, just to get shoved back down, exciting you more. “Open that mouth, time I put it to better use than you running it, then you kissing other men.”
“You are jealous,” you whisper, he grabs your hair in a ponytail now, pulling until you’re in tears.
“Jealous of you being a pretty little whore? Don’t scowl, you asked me to call you pretty, didn’t you?”
“Oh, fuck you, mnh…” He pulls your hair harder, yanking your head so you’re forced to look at him when he lets his cock slide out, heavy and thick, two faint blue veins wrapping all the way to his reddened tip that’s just leaking pre
“I said, open your mouth.” You do as he says, mouth open for him, tongue out and ready. “Look, you can behave, can’t you?”
Sukuna drags his tip against your lips, smirking as he smears your lip gloss, balls filling heavy with how much cum he’s ready to pour inside you. Your red tint makes his tip a pretty shade of ruby, before he presses it further, the weight of it right on the tip of your tongue, the barbell cold against the roof of your mouth. You taste him, salty little drops against your taste buds, a whine snapping his control, his teasing.
He shoves his cock deep in your mouth then, dragging your face so he can fuck it, leaving you choking on him, tears in your eyes when he hits your uvula. “That’s it, aww can you not take it all, ya that fucking pathetic?”
You just get wetter the meaner he gets, it’s making you grind helplessly on the heels of your feet pressed against your cunt, he yanks you up. “Ngh!”
“You don’t get any pleasure yet, not after all the shit you’ve put me through,” Sukuna wraps a hand around your throat now, feeling the bulge move underneath your delicate skin. “Know how long I’ve waited for this? To use you, fuck your mouth like the useless little cocksleeve you are.”
He’s lost in your suction, in how you’re taking him, the moans just vibrating against his cock, he’s sucking in a breath when you suck harder, your cheeks hollowed, letting him drag you by the hair, uncaring. Your throat constricts around his cock so tightly, he can only picture how perfect that cunt will feel.
“You’re so desperate,” he whispers. You're lost in the sensations of being used by him, his leg comes between your thigh now, you're rutting against it, whining with need. He gasps out when you suck hard, swirling your tongue around his tip. “You’ll fuck my leg, like some bitch in heat huh?”
You hate him, you hate the need that’s been building for weeks, hate the desperate way he ruts your mouth, you’re choking and gagging, sucking breaths through your nose. You let him use you for his pleasure, let his hands cup your face on either side, while your slick cunt just drips down his leg, seeping against his pants, cunt dying for any pressure, any friction.
“That's it. Throat is so fucking slutty, she wants me to ruin her. Huh? Aw, can't talk, baby?” He fucks your throat now, cursing softly as he thrusts that cock so deep, piercing dragging the roof of your mouth, the cool barbell shockingly different from his burning hot length. “Can’t run your mouth, can’t kiss some random fucking guy now, can you?”
He pulls back with a ragged breath, yanking you up with a hand on your throat, squeezing tightly, lips just a breath away. He’s fucked your throat and not even kissed you. He squeezes tighter, pressure against either side of your jugular, chuckling deeply now while you whimper.
“Could snap your little neck, y’know that?” He whispers, watching your eyes go glossy and black with need. “And you’d like it, wouldn’t you? Want me to just use every fucking hole you have?”
He kisses you, filthy and messy, more intimate than swallowing him, and that’s when he loses it fully, shoving you against the door, cock coated in your spit and saliva, wrapping it in thin gossamer strings. He tastes himself on you, along with the wine you drank, heady and making him almost bust when he pulls back, turning you.
“Let me suck you off, psycho,” you whisper, he chuckles then, teeth sinking into your neck, painful as he rips your dress off. “You dick that was expensive!?”
“I’ll buy you a new wardrobe, fuck you’re stupid, don’t you know what you do to me?” He whispers, needy and desperate himself, his hand slipping around you cup your bare breasts, leaving you in nothing but panties, the remnants of your little black dress around your ankles.
“I know you watch me,” you whisper, looking back at him then, he falters for just a moment, before smirking. “You want to fuck me, then do it.”
“You’re not in control, brat, shut that pretty mouth before I-”
“Fuck it again, I like it.”
“The fuck…” you’re a menace really. “You’re such a-”
“You gonna fuck me or? Need to go to the room and recor-” He’s shoved you forward now, sinking two fingers deep in your cunt. “Ah!”
“This what you been needing, rutting on my leg, on my thigh, making a whole fucking mess? So pathetic and needy, just to have your hole stuffed?” You gasp out, he’s rocking his fingers deep inside while your face is shoved against the door with one of his hands. “That’s it, lemme feel her, already drooling.”
You’re clenching around him, head pressed with his weight, while he scissors those thick fingers in and out. “M’gonna… f-fuck…”
He yanks them out, shoving them in your mouth, pressing your tongue down and groaning with your teeth bite at them. “Should make you beg for it.”
“I’d never, should make you,” he scoffs, tongue licking up your neck, bending over to press the fat tip of his cock against your quivering hole, his free hand turning your face, hovering so big over you then, shadows cast and covering you in darkness, it’s just him, everywhere.
“Only I will ever fuck you, touch you, kiss you,” he sloppily kisses you then, pressing his tip past that tight ring of muscles, pulling back and feeling you gush down him, moaning. “You’re all fucking mine, my pretty little whore.”
“M’not yours - ngh!” Sukuna shoves his cock half way in, you’re struggling to take it, thighs trembling, cock stretched out, all while he watches you.
“Perfect cunt is f’me, jus’me fuckin say it,” he’s groaning when he begins to move, achingly slow yet rough thrusts, slamming you into the door. One of his hands entwines, tattooed and rough, swallowing yours. “Say it, that you’re just a stupid little slut for me.”
“F-fuck you, Sukuna, not yours,” your cunt is gushing arousal, so much he’s moving easier despite the stretch, he’s all bent as you arch your ass more, whining out at the stretch. “Too much!”
“Hah, too much? Don’t tap out, all that talk, all that play, knowing I could fucking see you,” he slams his cock hard against your cervix, you scream out, hoarsely. “Your throat is so sore, isn’t it?”
“Shut up,” you’re lost in him, in his mean thrusts, in his nasty words, he lifts you then, letting your legs dangle in the fucking air, arms wrapping you. “Psycho, put me down!?”
“You can still talk,” he slams his cock inside your hole, using you now, up and down his cock with your body like you’re nothing. “Dumb fucking toy, aren’t you? Is this what you needed?”
You open your mouth to protest, but he’s railing your cunt with sharp thrusts, making drool spill from your mouth, you’re shaking in his hold, he slams you down hard and you shatter, pulsing around him as you cum so hard you can’t fucking see. You’re blinded, blink back fuzzy stars when he yanks out of you, making you whine out at the emptiness.
He unceremoniously sets you on the ground, you wobble, sadistic fucker eats it all up too. “So fucked out you can’t walk? I just started.”
“Back in.”
“If you say you’re mine,” he’s cupping your face so tightly it hurts, his eyes terrifying, voice just a whisper. “Fucking say you’re mine.”
“No.”
“You little…” He picks you up, you cling to him, letting him carry you to his room, he practically flings you on his bed, pressing you into the mattress and lifting your thighs, eyeing your cunt. “It’s perfect, fuck you.”
“Fuck you! Get back in, mnh.” He’s past chuckling and teasing, he’s lost when he sees your pussy, ready to bury himself inside it. He spreads your thighs, leaning over you and sinking inside now, watching your tummy move with him. “You’re too deep.”
“Your slutty hole can take it,” he slams his cock inside, bottoming out as deep as he can go, pushing your thighs up and making you feel the stretch, rolling his hips and looking down at you. “So tight, f-fuck… all mine, shit…”
Your pretty face, drenched in perspiration, lipstick smeared and half missing, mascara streaks down your cheeks.
“You’re a fucking mess, look at you,” Sukuna fucks you deeper, one hand braced next to you, the other under your chin. “Look, I’m fucking ruining you.”
You barely register, looking down and seeing your tummy move now. “Mnh…”
“Can’t run your stupid mouth huh?” You smack him, he pins your wrist, pulsing inside you now, you’re whimpering, whining, a mess as he lays into you. “Going to fuckin’ ruin you for anyone.”
You shake your head, making him laugh, pressing your thighs up until you’re in a mating press, bending in ways you didn’t think you could, just fucking you harder. The loud sounds of the smacking of his thighs on your ass mix with your cunt squelching, his huffs and moans and your breathy gasps, while his cock does wreck you.
It hurts you, stretches you, the skin around his cock burning from it when he pulls fully out, smacking his heavy cock against your cunt. “Say you’re mine.”
“No, f-fuck!” Sukuna’s putting his weight on your thighs, fucking you bruisingly rough now. He’s not holding back anymore, the bed shaking with every thrust, looking down at you with lidded eyes, all black with a ring of ruby.
“If you wanna cum, you’ll say it,” he pauses his thrusts, you shake your head even when his tip presses your cervix, that ring dragging on your spot. “If you want me to keep fucking you like the slut you are, you will.”
“No.” He yanks out of you again, leaving you empty and twitching, smacking your sore cunt. “Ow!”
“You just don’t listen, you just don’t realize you’re mine, have been mine, only mine.” You blink rapidly, shaking your head. “Wanna cum, don’t you? You’re so needy.”
You nod weakly, he smacks your cunt again with a sharp smack that stings, you’re crying out, tears slipping down your cheeks when he does it again. “Mnh…”
“Cunt is all puffy, all fucked up already, bet it I just…” he runs a thumb over your twitching clit, left untouched until now. Your head falls back at it, while he holds your thighs up, running quicker and quicker. “Bet you squirt all over me, huh?”
You shake your head, he shoves his thick cock back in, he needs you too much to keep holding back, needs to ruin you, fill you, mark you his. Sukuna rubs your clit while his fat cock stuffs your hole over and over, harder and faster, you’re twitching, overstimulated quickly, clit sensitive when he presses harder now. You gasp out, so close, making him halt.
“Make me cum, you stalker,” he smirks, slamming into you again, moving your thighs so that they’re up in the air now.
“You love that I watch you, admit it.”
You shake your head, he smirks and leans over you, thumb paused, just sitting on your little clit as it twitches, cunt spasming around his cock. “No it’s w-weird, creepy…”
“You love that I’m fucking obsessed with you,” you shake your head again, he drags his finger up, showing you his sticky, soaked hand. “Admit it.”
“No – g-god!” Sukuna slams into your cunt again, so hard you can hardly handle it, a writhing mess underneath him.
“I have watched you for months, watched you suck your cum off your fingers,” he runs your juices now against your lips, the pressure builds more and more, your breaths coming out in short pants, your nails digging into the bedsheets. “Watched you with that boy, seen you fucking dancing around your room naked.”
“Creep, ngh!” Your eyes roll back in your skull as he slams again, rolling his hips, letting your thighs grip them, hands brutal against your thighs, leaving bruises.
“You’re wetter, you get off on it, huh? Let’s test it,” he kisses up your neck, your ear, whispering in it now. “I stroked my cock just thinkin’ about your cunt, licked you off your used panties.”
“Oh fuck…” you’re gushing, so close with every filthy image he throws in your head, as he slams his cock, heavy balls making little plap plap plap sounds, his cock throbbing inside. You feel every vein, every ridge of his dick inside you, nails digging into his strong biceps in response.
“Your cunt can’t lie like you do, you like making me desperate, don’t you?” You bite your lip, tears from being edged falling, making him groan when he feels them against his cheek. “Yeah, cry, hah – pathetic dumb baby.”
“Hate you,” you bite his shoulder, but he fucks you harder, losing it, desperate and needy – a whimper in your ear that pushes you over the edge. “Hate you so m-much.”
“Fuck,” he’s kissing you again, hands folding you in half, then gripping your face, sweat dripping on your skin. “You’re never leaving me, I’ll fill you so much, so much cum you’ll drip me at work.”
“Sukuna…”
“Give you so many fucking reasons to stay, fucking keep you to myself,” you’re lost in his insanity, losing all sense of preservation for his thick cock and the way he looks at you. “You’re mine.”
“Fuck it, just… let me cum…” He pauses at that, lips parted. “Please.”
“Begging? Look at you, perfect fucking whore for me only, only want my cum inside you, huh? Fill you till you’re begging me to stop.”
“Shut up and – f-fuck, fu-uckkk,” your orgasm ruins you, you’ve never felt whatever the fuck the psycho is doing, and he just fucks you through it, hands pressing so hard against your head you think you’ll break.
“Can you take it all? Greedy cunt is fuckin’ begging for it, feel her milking me, she knows who she belongs to at least,” you’re getting fucked from one orgasm into another, the room spinning, making you dizzy as he works you over and over. “Fuck you stupid, huh? Stupid little whore.”
“Fuck you, hate you. Dumb fucking… psycho…” You’re getting filled then as he moans while you insult him, while you’re digging your nails so hard he bleeds, kissing you desperately as his cum floods your cunt.
“Feel you, so fucking good, g-god, she’s all mine,” you’re sobbing, shaking underneath him, all just making him want you again. “She is, you are. Not going anywhere.”
“Just once,” you mumble, he chuckles then, yanking out of you, dripping with all the fluids from you two, it’s filthy to see. He grabs a pillow, flipping you onto your stomach and slipping it right under your hips then. “Sukuna, f-fuck are you doing back there?”
“God, look at her, she took me s’fucking good, she took so much,” he is spreading your legs while he watches your cunt pushing out his pearly white cum, spreading your ass wide so he can look. “Arch that ass up for me.”
“Again!? I- S-sukuna ngh,” you feel it then, his tongue lapping from your clit all the way to your little unused hole. “What are you d-doing?”
“Gonna taste us together, god your pussy is so slutty, mnh.” Sukuna laps his long tongue deep in your cunt now, scooping out his own cum, while his hands take over your ass, gripping it and dragging it on his face.
“Are you l-licking… my… your… oh, there, shit there,” you’re arching more now, he dives deeper, cleaning every inch of your cunt with his mouth, tongue flicking deep inside and scooping more that pours. “Cumming!”
He pulls back now, laying prone over you with his long limbs, tattooed hands pressing your lips apart. “Open, taste us.”
You do just that without argument, letting Ryomen Sukuna spit in your mouth, swapping the mix of both of your cum with dripping saliva. “You’re freaky as fuck, S-sukuna.”
“You haven’t seen shit yet, I’m not taking it easy this time,” you go to ask what the fuck he means when he shoves all of the nine inches he can in your cunt, wrapping his fingers around your throat. “Gonna fill you again, and again, and again, till you learn who the fuck you belong to.”
*****
You’re blinking as the sun shines in the big windows of Sukuna’s room, feeling something wet against your tummy. You gasp and lift the sheets, watching as Sukuna’s pink haired head sinks lower. “What’re you doing, you weird fucking freak!?”
“Gonna have you a pathetic mess, hurt your little cunt, bet she’s sore,” he bites your clit now, you jerk, yanking on his hair, shaking when he slides two fingers in, eyeing you with a lazy smirk and bright ruby eyes. “Aw, poor little pussy.”
“I s-said once…”
“I came inside you five times,” he spreads your pussy lips now, moaning. “Still some leaking out of your beat up cunt, too.”
“D-did you record that all? Gonna jerk off to it?” You gasp as he flicks his demon tongue on your sore clit, sinking another finger inside and stretching you out so much you’re jerking back.
“Ah - ah, don’t run, brat. You’re all mine, belong to me,” he flicks his tongue again, after fucking you stupid all night, your brain is still fucked. “You’re never leaving me.”
“Y-yes I will.”
He smiles against your skin, letting you think that for now, before making sure to put more cum inside you, fuck you even dumber, until you don’t even remember what you were saying, what you were thinking. When you’re passing out, he’s still inside you, chuckling at how cute you are, tears drying on your cheeks, your lips swollen, and he knows you’re not going anywhere.
pairings - Yandere CEO! Sukuna x Assistant F! reader
summary -You can't wait to give your boss your two weeks notice, and he's furious when you do. He's awful to you, mean, cruel and a conceited dick. You jump at the chance to move on, but then your life falls apart. Your car quits working, you lose your chance at the Gojo corp, and your landlord kicks you out! You're left with no choice but to take Sukuna up on his offer to let you stay with him. You soon find out there's more to him - like a psychotic obsession with you.
warnings - Sukuna is a full yandere, dark subject matter, stalking, videoing against consent, sexual tension, mind games, masturbation (m and f), cunnilingus, facefucking, smacking, thigh riding, degradation, obsession, toxic dynamics, Sukuna is psychotic reader is damaged, manipulation, jealousy, choking, creampie, hints of somno, toxic red flag, MEAN ass Sukuna, fucks all your good sense </3
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Sukuna scoffs as he watches you from his office window, leaning back with his legs spread wide, fingers steepled together, his black nails reflecting the canned lights above. His office is dark despite the floor to ceiling windows, because he enjoys having privacy.
Especially when he's jerking off to you.
You're giggling right in front of a fucking water cooler, he can't make the shit up. His employee, Takuma Ino, is flirting out right with you, and apparently your slutty ass enjoys it. Twirling your hair around your fingers, sipping on that paper cup, his hand brushes against your upper arm.
Sukuna is fucking furious then, no one should get to touch you, your perfect body should be his and only his, how dare anyone think it's acceptable to come near you. You don't even know how he feels, because Ryomen Sukuna is playing a long game.
He wants to make sure you desperately need him, just as he needs you. Jerking his cock every night when he could fuck whoever he wants, watching you in your little apartment on cam knowing you'd be so much happier in his penthouse.
Sukuna knows you'd be so tight, so wet and pretty. He has seen you enough through the fuzzy video cam he has hidden on your dresser to watch you finger yourself. You're always getting frustrated, rushing to get your vibrator, as if you're waiting for his fingers.
The problem is, you hate Sukuna currently, you despise him so much he fears his games were too effective. The way your jaw sets, your eyes narrow when you look at him? It's enough to make anyone cry damn near, but all it does is make it harder under his slacks.
He buzzes you, over and over when you reach your desk, until you scowl at him through his glass window, the blinds filtering light across you while you sit at that desk. Pretty pink dress on you, one he aches to shove up your hips, wrinkle it under his hands and fuck you stupid.
He grins, a sadistic fucking smirk when you come to his office now. “Mr. Sukuna, how can I help you?”
“Hmm, I seem to have…” He shoves off stacks of papers then, raising a slutty eyebrow at you. If you had no self respect, and no boyfriend, maybe you'd fuck your frustrations out on this complete dick of a man. As it stands, he waits for you. “I dropped my folders, bend down and pick them up.”
Your jaw clenches, breath quickening with your anger, you can't wait to see his annoyingly attractive face when you let him know you're quitting. You make so much money, but nothing is worth how this dickhead treats you.
“Pick. Them. Up.” His plump lips curl up. You sink to your knees, clad in black stockings, struggling to hold your composure and not cuss him the fuck out. You gather the papers and he just looks at you, ruby eyes glinting, while he runs a hand through pink locks.
“Mr. Sukuna…” You stand now. Leaning forward you set them on his cherry wood desk, one he dreams of bending you over on. He raises that brow again, infuriating you with his arrogance.
“Hmm. What is it?” Sukuna eyes your red lip stain, imagining smearing it with the pink tip of his cock. Imagining fucking your throat so good you can't fucking talk, maybe then you wouldn't flirt with some boy.
“I'm putting in my two weeks notice.”
Sukuna blinks then, before his dark brows lower, his hands gripping the desk, black painted nails almost scratching it with the force. “The fuck you just say?”
You take a breath, even you get intimidated by the huge ass boss of yours at times. But you hold firm, hands in front of your lap while his gaze burns you. “I quit. I'm giving you two weeks notice as a courtesy.”
“The fuck!?” Sukuna stands now, looking down at you, so tall your head falls back to maintain eye contact. “You're gonna get paid this good and leave!?”
You raise a brow right back at him, crossing your arms now. “Sure am, nothing is worth having to work for you anymore. Even if I love everyone else here.”
“Tch, fucking bet you do love that boy all stupid over you,” you scoff, he steps closer, dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floor, closer and closer until you're backed up against a wall. You can’t breathe when he’s this close, a hand on the side of your head, you glare up at him.
“Ever heard of personal space, you psycho?”
“Personal space, huh. Wonder what your problem is, you let that boy kiss you right in front of the office,” he tilts your chin up, you smack his hands off, chest heaving with how fucking furious you are. “Is it because I don't suck up to you like every little bitch boy here?”
“No, my problem is you're a fucking dick, Mr. Sukuna. Respectfully.” You shove at his chest, he snatches a wrist, huge tattooed hands taking it over, making you tremble at the contact. “I'll be gone by the end of the month, or I can leave sooner.”
“Who the fuck are you working for?” He squeezes your wrist bruising, as mean as he is it surprises you even, and worse is your stupid body's reaction to him.
If you had just a little less self respect you'd give into the insane, dumb fucking desire you have. To kneel and suck him, bulge in his slacks clear that he's huge. You shake that evil thought off, along with the fact that how terrifying he is turns you on, you'll chalk it up to daddy issues and bury that shit deep.
He sure would never get to know you even find him anything but disgusting as a human being. “Let go of me.”
“I asked who you're working for, brat,” he's hovering, too tall, too broad, shadows cast across the office just making that presence more looming. “”What, you're too dumb to answer?”
“Brat!? Stupid - this is why I’m fucking quitting. Why do you even care, when you treat me like shit anyway!?”
“Answer me.”
“The Gojo corporation, ya heard of them?” You shove at him again, the big ass man doesn’t move a fucking inch, mean smile on your face when you watch his crimson eyes narrow.
“Then I’ll pay you more.”
“I’m already taking a pay cut, and it’s well worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bunch of work to do, unlike a certain nepo baby CEO.”
“Nepo baby!? And you’re working for the Gojo corp?”
“He seems sweet,” Sukuna’s teeth grit together, you shove him hard once more and he steps back, allowing you to move past him, only for him to wrap an arm around your hips, tugging you against him. “HR complaint too, Sukuna?”
“Like you don’t enjoy it,” you don’t move for just a minute, you do enjoy being against his body, turning your head to give him daggers from your eyes, he cups your chin, body too hard against you, cologne smelling too good, filling your nostrils, your senses. “You’re really leaving me? What if I double your salary?”
“Nothing is worth one more fucking day of you.” He scoffs and lets you go, his hands clenching into fists when you stand by the door, turning to him. “If you wanna keep a good assistant, maybe don’t treat her like shit. Two weeks.”
You slam his fucking door, it echoes when you stomp out, it’s not too surprising to anyone considering you frequently get furious at him – in fact he loves to make you mad, see your pretty face all flushed, pretty tits in those blouses rising as your breath quickens. However this time, you’re just fucking done with him.
He punches the wall right next to him, the one he just pressed you against, so furious that you think you have any choice, that you can ever be away from him. He can’t lose you before he has you, before you need him and him only. It’s fucking every single thing up. The plaster cracks, cream white left just a bit red from the blood on the backs of his knuckles, and Sukuna sees red.
You’re not fucking going anywhere.
****
“Are you alright, honey?” Ino asks, when he takes you home, your car is stuck at the mechanic for a week. You nod, and he places a hand over your thigh, the other on the wheel. “You’re doing the right thing.”
“Maybe you’ll follow me?” You tease, he smiles shyly, it’s very new, you two have just kissed and had a couple dates, but you love him around, especially with your complete dickhead of a boss in your life.
“I absolutely could follow you over, work would be so boring without you.”
“Takuma… that’s really sweet.” He parks the car, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips.
You hate how horny that psycho, pink haired dick of a man gets you, and you want to wash away every thought of him, toxic ones that you will never even let your brain actually think of. Just stupid fucking flashes of the most toxic hate sex with him, slapping his stupid face then getting railed by him.
Fuck that.
Psycho who calls you stupid!? You’re well past your attraction to toxic ass men with mental issues. Hence, the sweet boy next to you, with soft brown eyes and glossy lips, brushing your hair back.
“You’re tense,” Ino mentions, gently running a hand up your spine. “Need me to rub your back?”
“I’d love that, do you wanna come inside-”
“Yes!? I mean, yes. I mean… continue?” You giggle a bit, he’s pretty adorable really.
“Come on,” it’s getting a little dark already, the sky pinks and purples, when you unlock the door to the home you’re renting. When you shut the door behind you, he does just that, he actually rubs your neck, then lower, lips kissing across your neck. “Mnh…”
“Is this okay?” He asks softly, you nod, eyes shutting at the mix of his hands and his kisses – leading to the bedroom soon, he’s lifting you up and carrying you inside there, while you giggle – having no clue you’re being watched.
Oh but Sukuna is watching you.
He watches you every night, typically with his cock in his hand – a desperate, pathetic mess you make him, and he fucking hates you for it, for doing it to him. Just for you to be an ungrateful brat and quit, but now you’re inviting someone in your room, when he’s already jerking it to your moans!?
“You little fucking slut,” he scowls when he watches the sight unfold on the little fuzzy camera, the one he’d slipped on your dresser that’s covered in stupid fucking squishmellows. “You better not even get fucked right now.”
Sukuna had set the camera one day when he’d dropped off your check due to a ‘banking error’ as if he hadn’t watched you in front of the window for months before, you love to undress and even dance in front of your curtains. Like a dumb whore just waiting for someone to stalk you, hurt you, Sukuna wants to make sure no one does, no one ever hurts the girl who he’s tragically fucking obsessed with.
The obsession is so intense it physically hurts, since the moment he saw you when you started. You’re too pretty, too perfect, haunting his every thought, ruining him so he can’t even look at another girl. He attempted to at first, just to make you jealous, flirt with a few of the CEOs that would come in for meetings, but you didn’t even look his damn way.
Nothing worked on you, so he diverted to actively pissing you off, wanting to work you up until he drove you crazy, but it was just fucking backfiring. Now, watching this boy kissing down your neck, pressing you against your bed. His nails press into the wood of his desk so much he leaves scratches, almost crushing the wood with his grip, contemplating just showing up honestly.
If he had to watch you get fucked, he’d ruin you when he finally got you, fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess, begging him to stop. But, he wouldn’t no fucking chance would he take it easy – he would never even let you leave his penthouse once he fully lured you in. Escape would not be any sort of option or thought in your pretty head.
His thoughts drive him mad when your moans are so loud he can vividly hear them, he shuts his eyes, picturing it’s for him. But you wouldn’t just moan softly, no Sukuna would have you stuttering, drooling, screaming out. He hates that it still gets him throbbing, hearing you like this, determined then to make sure you wouldn’t even get to leave him.
Sukuna yanks out a letter hand written by you - your resignation letter you smacked on his desk before you left, grinning then, taking out a pen and a blank paper. He damn sure was not letting you work for Gojo, and he was going to make sure you would need him, it was really for your own good.
“Ino,” Sukuna is gonna fucking kill you. “Mnh!”
Is this boy fingering Sukuna’s girl!?
You’re surprised at his skill, while he’s slipping his fingers down your slit, bracing himself on one arm as he does. “Does that feel good?”
You nod quickly, he finds your clit in just a moment, rolling in torturous circles that have you trembling, thighs on either side of him spread. His lips are sweet against yours, just enough pressure, the pressure just enough to send those signals to your brain. You’re not one to exactly fuck around with new boyfriends, but you’re so on edge, and he’s hitting everything you need.
You’re running your hand down, running fingers over his bulge, watching him gasp when you do, his finger slipping in your hole now. “Mnh, there, fuck…”
“Th-there?” He slides it deeper, pressing up, you nod quickly, cunt gushing while Sukuna is ruining your life from the comfort of his office.
“There, ah! More, please.” Ino’s gentle when he slips a second finger inside, tugging on your top and kissing your breast, rutting your hand – and then – Ino comes in his pants. “Oh…”
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rests his head on yours, breathless. “You’re too wet, and too sexy…”
“No, god don’t apologize, it’s quite a compliment.” You smile and brush his hair back, while Sukuna is snorting in laughter.
If you saw him, you’d scowl, smack his arrogant face, he’s slapping his thigh with tears in his eyes – he didn’t even have to interrupt you by triggering your alarm system, that was his plan once he was done with the letter. What luck, he thinks, that fingering you made that poor boy cum, he’s running off to clean up, and you’re sitting there with your thighs spread on that bed.
He wonders how good it is, to have that fucking effect. Wouldn’t happen to him, but it makes him curious, staring at you when you whine out, rubbing your slit for just a moment before tasting yourself. He couldn’t have even pictured it, how sexy and slutty the action is, you sucking your arousal off your pretty little fingers, before pressing your thighs together.
Sukuna’s aching now, settled back down to watch you – you’ve reduced him to this, a pathetic man who just does this rather than fucking anyone, being with anyone. How can he when you exist, fucking his brain up with how pretty you are when you’re mad at him, and now you’re acting like a whore.
And it just makes him eager for the moment he’ll ruin you.
He bets you’ll talk so much shit before your throat is fucked raw, and then you’ll only have a hoarse little whisper left. He smirks as he watches you step out of the room, presumably to walk Ino out, maybe make him feel better. Sukuna is already working on a severance package for him, multitasking truly, because he damn sure couldn’t stay here around Sukuna’s girl.
His, all his.
“Ino, it’s fine, really. I had a lot of fun.” Ino’s brows draw together, slipping his hand across your cheek.
“I didn’t get you off, do you want me to?”
“You’re so sweet, you can next time.” He sighs, still clearly embarrassed with a flush of his cheeks, but you really love his sweetness, especially when you have to deal with Ryomen Sukuna every day. “Promise, we’ll continue this later.”
“All right, good night pretty.” You giggle and give him a kiss, leaning against the door when you shut it, left in the quiet of your home. You walk into your room, busting out the vibrator in the dresser, along with the lubricant, slipping off your shorts and laying back in the bed.
You loved to play with yourself before bed, but especially now, when you could think of anything other than your dickhead, pastel haired boss that you absolutely hate. Shutting your eyes and spreading your legs, bent at the knee, letting the silicon touch your clit, vibrating with the sticky lube, making you whine out.
Now Sukuna can actually stroke himself, you’re all alone, just how he enjoys you, playing with your cunt just for him. He’s leaned back in his chair, the office is entirely silent as he’s the only one here, the quiet times where Sukuna can let his long cock release, slapping his dress shirt with pre. His tip is reddened, leaking the pearly drops he can’t wait to stuff inside your hole.
He’d fill you so good, till you’re pouring him, dripping his milky cum from the soppy little cunt you’re running a pretty red little rose on. He hopes you enjoy it for now, because once you’re his, you’ll never be able to touch yourself again, never play with what is his. He can’t wait till you’re running your cunt on his leg, pathetic and desperate for his touch while he fucks your mouth, the thoughts pushing him over the edge.
He’s murmuring your name, timing his orgasm with yours, grinning psychotically in his dark office, lapping just a bit of his own cum that has spilled onto his fingers,. It drips along the piercing on the underside of his tip, mirroring you. He’s going to have far, far too much fun with you, he muses, he can’t wait to see you crying and begging him to stay.
*****
“What the fuck did you do!?” You’re shouting in his office the next day, he stomps over to where you’re shouting in the open, people are just looking at you two. Though it’s not unheard of for you to lose your shit on Sukuna, he shuts the door quickly, smirking down at you.
“What’s wrong, mad your little fuck toy is out of the office?” You haul back and smack the fuck out of his cheek, leaving your handprint, he glares and presses you against the door, a hand gripping your chin. “Ya really gonna think you can just slap me?”
“Sure the fuck can.” You slap him again, on the other cheek as hard as you can, he grips both wrists and pins them to the wall, chest heaving with his breaths. “Fuck you, Sukuna.”
“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you?”
“Hah, you wish I did.”
“Aw, did he not make you cum, little brat?” You gasp now, shoving him off you when he lets go of your wrists.
“You did something to him, psychotic dick. I know you did! He wouldn’t just leave me like that… leave the job like that, just cut off contact, no way.” Sukuna raises one of his slutty pierced eyebrows at you, making you itch to smack that look off again, fingers stinging from the contact.
“I got rid of his position, and gave him a huge severance package and recommendations, I didn’t fucking ask him to leave you,” Sukuna lies right to your face, watching it fall then, you’re blinking back tears he can’t wait to see fall down your cheeks. It’s for your own good, so he can’t feel bad about it. “Why would I?”
You blink rapidly, wracking your brain now, he watches the gears turn with a sick satisfaction. “I don’t… I don’t know…”
“You’re leaving, anyway right? Why do I care if you fucked-”
“I didn’t fuck him, not that it’s any of your business. We just started dating and I…” you trail off again, your lip trembling, Sukuna lets you go then, just standing there, looming over you. “Why’d you let him go suddenly?!”
“I planned it,” he’s watching you start to believe it, barely hiding back his smirk now. “I didn’t tell him to leave you. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard, why do I care who you’re with, tch.”
“Mr. Sukuna…” he’d looked terrified when Sukuna called him in, chuckling at the kid when he handed him the check. “What is all this money?”
“It’s a hell of a severance package,” he walks up to him now, smirking and tilting his head. “And I’ll give you double that if you break up with her.”
“You what now?” His eyes narrow at Sukuna for just a moment, even though Sukuna towers over him.
“Stay. Away. From. Her.”
“She hates you, you know that right?” Sukuna just raises a brow, hands in the pockets of his slacks, leaning even lower, watching him swallow nervously.
“If you’d like to keep all your fucking fingers, stick them inside someone else, she’s not available.”
“How the fuck would you-”
“Take the money. And go. Be smart, it’s way more than you make in a year.” He contemplates it for a moment, sighing then.
“I’m not going to break up with her just because you’re letting me go-”
“Yes, you fucking will,” he slams him on the wall, grabbing him by the collar. “If you’d like to keep intact you’ll break up with her right fucking now.”
“You’re fucking insane!” He rushes off, and Sukuna watches with a devious little smirk when he breaks up with you quietly in a corner of the office.
“Oh.” You’re turning away then, taking a shaky breath, Sukuna loves it, loves watching you lose whatever feelings you had for that boy, that doubt fucking setting in is delicious.
Just one step closer to making sure you can’t leave him.
He’s picturing lifting your pencil skirt up, pressing you against that door, it takes everything not to touch you yet, but you’re just not where he needs you. He puts a hand on your shoulder, almost comforting, giving you just enough caring to make you wonder, to make you look back in shock, even as he remembers exactly what happened this morning with that boy.
He can’t bother to feel guilty for lying when it’s all for your own good, really, you’ll be so happy when you’re his. You won’t work, won’t have to even cook, clean, anything, just be pretty and let him keep you to himself. Your eyes are all glossy with that sheen of unshed tears you’re holding onto, your breaths coming in little huffs.
“Do you need the day off?”
“You’ve never asked me that,” you laugh out meanly, his teeth clenching together. “Now that I’m leaving you’re trying to be somewhat kind? Too late for it, I’m still going regardless.”
You stomp out of the office, furious with him, he’s right though – why would Sukuna want to break you up with Ino? It doesn’t make sense, even if he’s a dick boss and can’t stand that you’re leaving him, what’s a boyfriend have to do with it… it’s not as if Sukuna had some weird interest in you.
But it was so sudden.
He’d looked terrified when he ran out of that office, asking you not to call him or message him, that he needed to get a clean start, that there were no hard feelings. After last night when he’d kissed you like that? You feel emotions welling up, a mix of anger, suspicion, and just being fucking sad.
You’re more determined than ever to get a new start with the Gojo corporation, you’d met the CEO himself, and you were so excited, the pay was really good too. Sukuna’s pay was something you would never find again, but nothing in the world was worth the stress of handling him every day. You should still be able to swing keeping your rent up with your house too.
Things will get better.
*****
Things get worse.
It’s like some fucking dark rain cloud is just following you around and storming all over you, all over everything. A steady domino effect happens that week that makes absolutely no sense. One moment, you’re ready to start a better life – or so you think – only for it to be disillusioned.
A receptionist calls and tells you the position is filled at the Gojo corporation, and that somehow something got crossed. A background check didn’t come in, and they apparently couldn’t get ahold of you. It seemed bullshit truly, but who was this random woman to lie about it?
Then, even worse, your landlord who is usually so sweet and kind, comes over and tells you they’re selling the house you rent, and you have to be out in ten fucking days. You were in shock as they came over apologetically, claiming someone offered them way more than it’s worth, and with cash. You don’t blame them, but now you are completely fucked.
Your parents are out of town, but imagine telling them your situation? Jobless soon since you already put in your resignation, and homeless? How can you even face them or live with them after being on your own since you were eighteen? You can’t just move back at twenty four.
You’re a mess when you’re back at the hell you call Sukuna Ryomen’s corporation, you hate it so much, knowing what you’re gonna have to do. Even if you stay with your family when they’re back in town, you have to have some source of income to get a new place, nothing nearby is even available for rent, so how long would it take?
No boyfriend.
No home.
No job.
And your car is still fucked up!?
You’re close to tears that monday, knocking on Sukuna’s door, the man you slapped in the fucking face last friday. Well, well deserved, sure, but what are the chances he’ll keep you? And if he does, will he make everything worse for you than he already did in the past? All you know, is for at least a few months, you’ll basically be at this shithead’s mercy.
“Come in,” he says gruffly behind the door, you take a breath, opening it and stepping in. He barely acknowledges you as he’s typing away on his keyboard, wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What is it?”
“I um… well, I um…” You barely hold it together, he closes the laptop then, frowning over at you.
“You’re never at a loss for words, with that mouth,” you should scowl, but you just wanna fucking cry, you feel it coming, cursing yourself – you can’t, especially in front off him of all people! “Shut the door.”
“Right…” You do just that, closing it with a quiet click and leaning against it, eyes fluttering shut, missing his satisfied smirk just long enough for him to fix it. “Mr. Sukuna, um…”
“Um, um, um. Speak, don’t you know how to?” He’s such an ass, you barely can stand not punching him in his stupid face.
But he pays stupidly well.
“I need to keep my job.” You whisper, he blinks in surprise, standing up.
“Come here.” He says, almost softly, you step up to him, heels clicking on the polished hard wood, taking several breaths, bracing for his mockery, something fucking mean and cruel.
“Go ahead, say it, I’m pathetic for asking.” He frowns now, you’re just a breath away from him, too close for comfort.
“Why do you want to stay, thought you had the nice cushy Gojo job?” He leans his hip on the desk, crossing those big arms, his dress shirt struggling to stretch over all those muscles.
“I um…” You’re trembling in front of him, eyes welling with tears, and you’re so fucking sexy like this.
You need him.
It’s what he always wanted, you needing him.
“Will you just-”
“I lost the job opportunity,” your tears fall, hot and sticky down your cheeks, making him throb in his pants at the sight. They’re glimmering under the can lights in his ceiling, your red lipstick bitten off in places from your nerves.
You’re perfect like this.
You’re just one step closer to where he needs you to be.
“I also got kicked out of the place I’m r-renting, a-and I really can’t lose this job now. I know I said I’d quit, but fuck just let me stay for a bit. You can throw your papers on the floor, I just need it, okay?” You gasp when he brushes your tears away almost gently, not smirking, not mocking you.
He resists the urge to lap a tear off his thumb, fully hard at the sight of you so small compared to him, trembling and pathetic really.
It’s perfect.
“You can stay,” you gasp, eyes shooting up to his in shock. “What, think I’m that fucking horrible?”
“Yes, yes I absolutely do,” he scoffs, and you curse, shutting your eyes and shaking your head. “Shouldn’t have said that when I’m asking for a favor.”
“I like that you talk shit, it’s why I pay you so much,” your eyes narrow, irritation flitting in between emotions. He sighs, hands on your arms now. “C’mere.”
“What?”
He tugs you against him then, you wonder if on top of losing everything you’ve lost your mind and are having straight up delusions, his big hand brushing up and down your back. You’re against his chest, tears making his button down wet in spots, struggling to catch your breath.
How can you be comforted by this man, in any way!?
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Holding you, shit what does it look like?” You shake your head, but you don’t move. You hate to admit he feels good, he’s so warm he’s hot, that warmth seeping against you, his big, bulging muscles too comfortable. “You can stay with me.”
“I’ve really fucking lost it. What now?” You sniffle, looking up at him then, he brushes a lock of your hair in a move you can only describe as gentle, it doesn’t fit any of him.
“You’re a good assistant, I know I’m kind of a dick.”
“Kind of!? You’re a horrible, completely terrible, mean ass, conceited shit-”
“Fuck off, I’m trying to help!?”
You bite your inner cheek, heart racing now, pounding in your chest. “Letting me keep my job is nice enough, don’t act weird.”
“Weird, tch,” he tugs you closer, letting you cry more, smiling against your hair as you do. Every tear just makes him want you more. “You can stay with me till you get a place, I have a big ass penthouse, not like we’ll see each other much. Plus, isn’t your car in the shop? I can bring you to work.”
“How do you know that?”
“You don’t wanna stay with your parents, do you?” He avoids the question completely.
“Shit, no.” You sigh, pulling back and swiping those tears, realizing it is your best option. “Are you as much of a dick at home as you are at work?”
“Worse.”
“Then-”
“It’s a joke?” You glare, and he chuckles a bit, his eyes bright fucking red, almost scary when they assess you carefully. “I’ve been too harsh on you, huh?”
“Harsh is an understatement, sadistic asshole fits better,” his scowl deepens, grip still firm on your waist even though you’ve backed away. “You really won’t mind me living with you?
“Nah, like I said we won’t even see each other much. I feel a little responsible,” – he literally caused all of it – “I made you wanna leave. So let me at least do something to make it up.”
“Are you in therapy or on meds or some shit? Who are you?”
“You’re such a little fucking brat, ungrateful-”
“Ah, there he is,” you smile, that mean little one even with your tremulous lips, stepping back then. “Well I really have no choice.”
“You’re sounding really thankful.”
“I am, though. I guess I’ll bring some things over tonight if that’s okay?”
“I’ll bring you to your place, we can grab what you need.”
You walk off, then turn around, looking at him and wondering if there’s something more than an arrogant, self entitled dick in there. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, get back to work, you’re slacking.” You roll your eyes as you walk out of his office, and he can’t stop his grin from spreading.
*****
You thought you’d hate living with Sukuna, even if he has a fancy decked out penthouse, with cleaners making sure it was immaculate. You don’t know what you expected, some pretentious bachelor pad with nothing but beer and no food in the fridge? He’s in his mid thirties and since, which raises every red flag along with his horrible personality.
Surely some sugar baby would deal with him or something, he’s that attractive really, some people could probably get past how much of an asshole he was. Yet, he’s alone, you don’t see him talk to any women the first week you’re there at all, and it almost gets comfortable, driving back to his place together, cooking dinner and then bitching about idiots at work.
Fuck it’s almost domestic?
Sukuna is still a dick at work, sure, but he’s eased up a bit, he’s actually said a praise or two which he never has, and at home he’s quite kind, even intelligent. Coming off like a nepo baby airhead, he surprises you more with just how smart he is, when he’s typing away at that computer working some finances, while some science show is on his big ass tv.
Sukuna’s almost a little nerdy, especially with those glasses. He walks around shirtless, that shithead, and that really fucks with you more than you’ll admit. You figured he had a good body judging by how his suits fit, but nothing really prepared you for waking up and seeing him completely bare aside from some boxer briefs that hugged a rather caked out ass.
He was cooking this morning, making what smelled like bacon and eggs, scrambling them around when you wake up, yawning. One week and you haven’t killed each other, in fact as you’re staring at the black tattoos across his back, he turns his head a bit to look back at you.
He’s unfairly attractive, that conceited ass smile plastered on his face when he looks back at you. “Checking my ass out?”
“Hah, not even, I’m just tired and want coffee,” you’re next to him then, arms brushing against each other when he looks down at your body. “Are you staring at my tits?”
“Yes.”
“The fuck,” you shove at him and he chuckles, almost playfully, you can’t stop your nipples from tightening at the gaze, at his laugh. Fuck it’s almost pleasing, making you hate him more. “Pervert.”
“Says you,” he reaches across and turns on the coffee maker for you, it heats up with a whir. “Wanna eat?”
“You’re making me breakfast?” You ask, pulling out a coffee pod, Sukuna barely hides his erection when he fully gets a look of what you’re wearing, some thin little crop top and shorts that barely cover your ass.
You look slutty, tits half out, almost the entirety of those thighs bare, thighs he’d die to have one either side of his face. That makes him angrier, the amount he wants to pleasure you, worship you, and because of your bratty attitude he has to wait. You look like you need his cock inside you.
He wants to give you what you need, it’s torture to jerk it next to you every night, when you’re a room away, but he knows damn well you don’t need him that badly yet. But you’re getting there, he can almost inhale the scent of your arousal, so sweet like the panties he buried his face in last night.
He despises you for reducing him to that, to lapping your sticky arousal from them, and they were coated in your slick. Despite you acting fine, you were clearly wet around him, your nipples poking out of your top and drawing his gaze, his wide grin, you cup them then, gasping.
“Don’t stare dickhead, I’m just cold!”
“Sure you are, they like me, at least.”
“They so do not.” He smirks, and you struggle to focus on anything other than wanting him to throw you on that counter.
Stupid.
It’s stupid.
One week of being a semi decent human being doesn’t eliminate everything he’s put you through. “I’ll eat some.”
“Good girl.”
“Yuck, never mind.”
“Fucking brat,” he scowls, and you can’t stop a little giggle, the first he has ever heard from you, he grips the spatula so hard it bends. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, it does look yummy though.”
“Then sit down, I’ll bring you some.” You both fall into a comfortable silence, eating side by side, he’s peering at his laptop while you’re poking at your phone, knees brushing under his pretty white bar. He leans over and swipes a bit of coffee off the corner of your mouth, and that’s when you pause.
He’s not touched you like that, your couple of interactions were slaps, and then that weird hug he tugged you into. But this week he’s made sure not to, and when he does, you ache, desire ruining your brain chemistry. You stare at him with dilated eyes when he brushes his thumb across your lips, watching the plush of it gently move, knowing what it’s doing to you.
He knows your cunt is pulsing around nothing, knows what his eyes are doing while they look down at you. He knows how to push you over that edge until you beg for him, or so he thinks. You pull back and smack at his hand, he clenches his teeth, about to bend you over and beat your ass black and blue, but he can’t. He has to make you want him, not just need him.
“Weirdo.” You stick your tongue out, he scoffs at you, back to watching the news on his screen, and you run to the bathroom when you’re done.
You can’t help but reach down and find your cunt slick.
Fuck Ryomen Sukuna.
*****
It’s been two weeks now, Sukuna lets you sit on the couch and you two actually watch movies together, you sit out on the balcony with him and drink his ridiculously expensive vintage of wine. It’s peaceful almost, he’s quiet and doesn’t talk too much shit, and you unfortunately find yourself enjoying him, wanting him more and more despite your mind knowing that’s the dumbest idea.
Do you just want to get fucked, are you just horny and he’s hot? But how can you ever want someone who was that awful? It’s almost hard to remember, sitting next to him tonight, eyes getting heavy, you rest your head on his shoulder before you think better of it, feeling him tense.
His hand is on your thigh, you’re shifting your hips, dying for him to just touch you. You see the way he looks at you now that you live with him, you’ve seen the bulge in his boxers in the morning, hear how he catches his breath, notice the dilation of his eyes. You know he wants you, but he makes no move ever, the hand not inching the tiniest bit higher.
You sure the hell would never ask him, it’s dumb to even be open to it, but the more you’re around his psychotic ass, the more your body reacts so stupidly. You can only chalk it up to so many issues and a massive need of therapy, perhaps you’ve just been consuming too much hate sex smut, and it’s altering your brain.
But you want it.
You shift again, closer now, pretending you’re falling asleep, thighs spreading just a bit, some insane part of you wonders if he’d touch you in your sleep. He inches his fingers just a bit higher, you bite back a gasp, keeping your eyes fluttered shut, hearing the quiet click of the remote now as he turns off the show. He brushes back your hair for a moment, rather than what you need.
His fingers inside you.
His mouth on you.
What the actual hell is wrong with your mind you don’t know, inhaling that expensive scent, more and more alluring with every breath you slowly take, feigning sleep while he runs a finger across your jaw line. You bury your face against his neck now, breathing heavier, he pauses, unmoving then, until he shakes you just a bit.
“Gonna drool on me, brat?” You pull off now, scoffing and going to stand with a yawn.
“Sorry for being sleepy, dick.”
“Tch…”
When he grips your wrist with long, thick fingers that you keep wondering about. You wonder if they’d hit your cervix, those black painted nails against your skin, leaving marks. You’re so done with his bullshit, the push and pull, one moment acting kind enough that you wonder if you’re wrong, then the next snapping, being a whole psycho – and the entire time making you throb with need every time he’s close to you.
“Come drool on me then, if you’re gonna be all pouty about it,” he gives you a mean little smile. You tug away, freeing your wrist, seeing marks he leaves from just that touch. You wonder if he’d leave them all over your body. “Going to bed?”
“Sure am.” He chuckles like the asshole he is, you stomp off and sigh, resting your head on the door.
He’s trying to tease you, it’s so obvious to you then, when you hear quiet moans and huffs next to your room. Like he’s wanting you to cave, to desire him, but you sure the hell would never give him that satisfaction. You’re undressing when you see it then, a little small black tube, and then it all starts to hit you.
Is this pervert watching you!?
He knew about Ino, he knows too much.
That should scare you, really, but instead you undress right in front of that camera, ever so slowly, letting your tits bounce. You hear his moans get just a bit louder, hiding your smile when you lay on the bed, holding your phone and texting a guy back who asked you out. You proceed then to touch yourself, moaning loudly the name of the date.
“Oh, Suguru, oh!”
Sukuna pauses, dick in his hand, almost crushing the phone he’s watching you on now, his jaw tensing as you say some other dudes fucking name!? Not even the boy you dated – why is he so desperately in love with such a mean, evil thing really? He should go in there and beat your ass, fuck you so good all you know is him, but it would just fuck everything up.
He flings his phone across the room, all while you’re in the other room getting off to the thought of making this stalker furious.
*****
You certainly can’t stay here much longer with Sukuna.
One, he’s a psycho.
Two, he’s a dick.
Three, you want to fuck him.
All of that together pushes you to start peering at places, there is a brand new condo building that’s just constructed, and it’s in your price range. You submit a pre application, then decide to get ready for your date with a handsome man you’d run into last week. Some sick, dark part of you gets off on the idea a cocky ass man like Sukuna is so obsessed he spies.
You wonder the extent of it, honestly, when you step out into the living room in a slinky little black dress, red lips just a little glossy, pretty earrings dangling with your hair done up. You had done a couple little spins to make sure everything looked good, slipping on a pair of red bottom heels, a splurge you’ve never even worn before. All in all, you know you look good.
When Sukuna’s eyes catch you, for a moment his lips part, his heart hammers at how gorgeous you look, but just as quickly, he realizes it’s not for him, and clenches his jaw, narrowing his eyes now when you step closer. You do a little spin and giggle, making him want to throw your ass down on the mattress in his room, and fuck you into it.
Tear your dress into nothing, so you never wear it again, use that pretty silver necklace to choke you until it snaps in half. He can hardly handle just standing there, his ‘unbothered’ act about to fail with what you’re putting him through. Sukuna has never cared about anyone but you, never felt any of this, and yet here you are about to go out with someone else?
He’s read your signals, but the game he’s playing is apparently too slow for you and how needy your cunt apparently is.
He’s furious.
“How do I look, Sukuna? I think I like this dress on me.” You say with a little quirk of your lips, like you know what you’re doing to him.
His gaze dips to your breasts, cupped tightly in that dress, too low cut, fuck he could almost see your nipples if you bend over. And he’d surely see your ass if you did, the shape of it outlined in the little black thin ass material, a pathetic excuse for clothing he’d never let you out in once you’re his.
“Where ya going dressed like that huh?” You scoff, crossing your arms.
“Excuse me? I think I look hot.”
“You look slutty as fuck.” You scowl at him, he walks closer, until your back is pressed against the counter, heart racing. “Shouldn't let you out like that.”
“Would it kill you to just say I look pretty once?” You blink back frustrated tears, because why the fuck do you care what he thinks!? Why do you want him to!? The toxic pull is worse when you feel his body against yours, feel his heat, wanting it to soak into you, even knowing he’s dangerous and terrible.
Sukuna grips your face too tightly, a thick, muscled thigh slipping between your own, you bite back a gasp of pleasure so hard it makes your lip almost bleed, struggling to focus. “You know you're fucking gorgeous, tch. It doesn't change shit about this slutty ass outfit.”
“Oh fuck you,” you grip his wrists, shoving his hands down, just for him to bar you with his arms, thigh pressing higher, making you almost let out that moan threatening to spill from your throat. Your eyes fly to his, unreadable and dilated to almost pure blackness. “I'm going on a date.”
“A date, huh?” You nod, swallowing nervously now.
How dare you show off all that pretty skin. That pretty body that belongs to him and only him!?
“Look like you’re going to a dick appointment.”
You slap the fuck out of him now, his cheek decorated with your handprint, breaths faster and faster, a mix of anger, hatred and being so turned on you’re about to soak his thigh. He can tell, you swear he feels it already, merely grinning and cupping your face now.
“You love to hit me, huh?”
“You’re an ass who deserves to be hit, so yes. So what if it is a ‘dick appointment’ do you not think I have needs?”
“Needs, hmm?” He presses up again, big hands gripping your hips and tugging you down, you can’t bite that whine back even though you try, you curse internally with his satisfied grin. “What exactly do you need?”
“Need someone who wants to get me off,” you shove at his chest even as you rock your hips, he’s throbbing when he feels it – how hot you are, your needy cunt just pressing on him. “Don’t you date, Sukuna? Haven’t seen a girl here.”
“Do you want to hear another girl screaming while I fuck her in the next room?” He’s leaning against you, all six feet something of him imposing while you’re pressed on his chest, his thigh, cunt pulsing around nothing.
“What would I care?” You whisper, chin tilted up to eye him in the face defiantly even as you soak him, trembling thighs and hands just resting on his chest, gripping his shirt. “What if I fucked someone, would you watch me, Sukuna?”
“Would I what now!?” You smile deviously, yanking him down, until he’s dangerously close to your lips, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses, sweet breath minty and cool against his lips.
“Would you watch me, would you get off to that?”
“You think I’m some sicko, huh,” he’s chuckling and pressing his thigh up again, you’re so close from just that it’s dumb, while he slips up your dress, hands gripping the thin material. “Maybe I just worry about you.”
“Hah, worry for me, hmm? Mnh-” His cheeks are flushed red, you feel it – his thick, heavy cock against your waist now, pressing and insistent despite him trying to compose himself.
“I should take you, your car is still in bad shape,” he whispers, you shake your head. “No, what if some weirdo gets you?”
“I’ll be f-fine, I’ll be in by curfew dad.”
“You’re such an insolent-”
“Brat, yeah you say that. Can you get out of my way? I have a date to go to.” He pulls back, and raises a brow when he looks at his slacks, you peer down in horror, seeing the spot glistening with your slick. “I’ll be g-gone soon, too.”
“Leaving huh? Tsk, you’re messy, aren’t you?” He runs his thumb over it now, coating it in the damp, sticky clear arousal, your thighs tremble when he steps forward, taking your chin with his other hand now. “Ruining my thousand dollar slacks?”
“You put your leg there, weirdo - mmm!” Sukuna runs your own juices across your lips like a gloss, smirking as he does it, slipping his thumb between your lips.
“Should make you clean it off,” he murmurs, tilting his head and looking at you like some predator, when you sink your teeth against the pad of his thumb he doesn’t even flinch. “Make you lick it off, on your knees.”
You pause instead of coming back with something, the thought of him making you do it fucking you up, your tummy clenching when he runs his thumb across it again, lapping it off a finger now. His eyes flutter shut, cheeks hollowing, sipping your slick cunt off them, as you watch, lips parted.
“Have fun on your little date.” Is all he says then, walking off and leaving you clenching nothing, clit twitching with how badly she wants friction. You rush out quickly, leaving Sukuna with your flavor sunk in his tastebuds, peering at his phone after a few minutes, tracking your exact location.
As if he wouldn’t watch you.
He has to make sure you act right, going out like that with your cunt teased too, he sure the fuck wasn’t going to let anyone touch you.
Sukuna watches you from the car window later, dark and tinted just across from the restaurant, you’re sitting right by the window, giggling with your hand in front of your mouth, some tall dude next to you. He assumes it’s the name you moaned last night, your hand is on his thigh, you’re sitting right against him. Sukuna’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly.
He watches you kiss him, plotting just what he’s gonna do when you walk through that door tonight. How is he supposed to hold back when you’re running around and letting other men touch what belongs to him. He scowls at his phone and texts you out of curiosity, you peer at the phone and don’t respond, instead sipping on your glass of wine and throwing your head back.
You’re absolutely done for.
*****
You had way too much fun tonight, you even had a little make out sesh in the car, he’s handsome and sweet and easy to talk to. Knowing you have to go back to Sukuna should fill you with some sense of dread, he’s a dickhead and at this point lives to edge you, he’s clearly watching you – you don’t know the extent – but that all just makes pissing him off more thrilling.
You slip off your heels at the door, stepping into the quietness of the penthouse, it’s completely dark in there, not a light left on, and not a sound. You didn’t expect Sukuna to be up and running around, but the darkness is a little disconcerting, especially with the dizziness from the wine in your blood stream. You blink a bit, reaching for the light switch, when you hear him.
“You’re back, huh?” He walks to you, your eyes adjust to him in the night, his big frame casting shadows when you hit the lights just barely, enough to be able to see him, before he snatches your wrist.
“Yes, I’m back, did you worry about me, Sukuna?” You murmur, leaning close to him, letting him hold them, letting him press you against that door. “That’s so sweet, you care huh? Why are you waiting for me like some creep, anyway?”
“Hah, a creep,” he slides a hand up, yanking out all the pins that have your hair in that pretty updo. You gasp as they clatter to the floor around you, the pins echoing off the hardwood.
“What are you doing?”
He says nothing, so done with you, so furious, ready to fuck your throat till you can’t talk anymore. “What, mad I had fun, want me miserable? Or are you… jealous, imagine, Ryomen Sukuna jealous.”
You run your hand up his chest, little glint in your eyes while he yanks your hair at the roots, so hard you cry out at it. “Get on your fucking knees, now.”
“Excuse me- ah!” He’s pulling harder, a hand on your shoulder pressing you down, you feel his strength along with your tummy clenching with hot need.
“On. Your. Knees.” He orders again, voice gruff as you kneel for him, you glare but you want this. You want to be on your knees, him yanking your hair just makes you wetter, the pain along with looking up at him like this.
The fuck is wrong with you!?
Sukuna undoes his pants now, your hands go to touch his thighs, earning a sharp smack. “Put 'em behind your back, now.”
You do as he says even with a mad little look on your face, cunt already soaked at the thought of his cock in your mouth, hands behind you, fingers entwined, he chuckles now, brushing your hair back. He uses two fingers to tilt your chin up, before going to his belt buckle, your breaths coming faster and faster.
“So you can listen, then,” he taunts you, you go to stand, just to get shoved back down, exciting you more. “Open that mouth, time I put it to better use than you running it, then you kissing other men.”
“You are jealous,” you whisper, he grabs your hair in a ponytail now, pulling until you’re in tears.
“Jealous of you being a pretty little whore? Don’t scowl, you asked me to call you pretty, didn’t you?”
“Oh, fuck you, mnh…” He pulls your hair harder, yanking your head so you’re forced to look at him when he lets his cock slide out, heavy and thick, two faint blue veins wrapping all the way to his reddened tip that’s just leaking pre
“I said, open your mouth.” You do as he says, mouth open for him, tongue out and ready. “Look, you can behave, can’t you?”
Sukuna drags his tip against your lips, smirking as he smears your lip gloss, balls filling heavy with how much cum he’s ready to pour inside you. Your red tint makes his tip a pretty shade of ruby, before he presses it further, the weight of it right on the tip of your tongue, the barbell cold against the roof of your mouth. You taste him, salty little drops against your taste buds, a whine snapping his control, his teasing.
He shoves his cock deep in your mouth then, dragging your face so he can fuck it, leaving you choking on him, tears in your eyes when he hits your uvula. “That’s it, aww can you not take it all, ya that fucking pathetic?”
You just get wetter the meaner he gets, it’s making you grind helplessly on the heels of your feet pressed against your cunt, he yanks you up. “Ngh!”
“You don’t get any pleasure yet, not after all the shit you’ve put me through,” Sukuna wraps a hand around your throat now, feeling the bulge move underneath your delicate skin. “Know how long I’ve waited for this? To use you, fuck your mouth like the useless little cocksleeve you are.”
He’s lost in your suction, in how you’re taking him, the moans just vibrating against his cock, he’s sucking in a breath when you suck harder, your cheeks hollowed, letting him drag you by the hair, uncaring. Your throat constricts around his cock so tightly, he can only picture how perfect that cunt will feel.
“You’re so desperate,” he whispers. You're lost in the sensations of being used by him, his leg comes between your thigh now, you're rutting against it, whining with need. He gasps out when you suck hard, swirling your tongue around his tip. “You’ll fuck my leg, like some bitch in heat huh?”
You hate him, you hate the need that’s been building for weeks, hate the desperate way he ruts your mouth, you’re choking and gagging, sucking breaths through your nose. You let him use you for his pleasure, let his hands cup your face on either side, while your slick cunt just drips down his leg, seeping against his pants, cunt dying for any pressure, any friction.
“That's it. Throat is so fucking slutty, she wants me to ruin her. Huh? Aw, can't talk, baby?” He fucks your throat now, cursing softly as he thrusts that cock so deep, piercing dragging the roof of your mouth, the cool barbell shockingly different from his burning hot length. “Can’t run your mouth, can’t kiss some random fucking guy now, can you?”
He pulls back with a ragged breath, yanking you up with a hand on your throat, squeezing tightly, lips just a breath away. He’s fucked your throat and not even kissed you. He squeezes tighter, pressure against either side of your jugular, chuckling deeply now while you whimper.
“Could snap your little neck, y’know that?” He whispers, watching your eyes go glossy and black with need. “And you’d like it, wouldn’t you? Want me to just use every fucking hole you have?”
He kisses you, filthy and messy, more intimate than swallowing him, and that’s when he loses it fully, shoving you against the door, cock coated in your spit and saliva, wrapping it in thin gossamer strings. He tastes himself on you, along with the wine you drank, heady and making him almost bust when he pulls back, turning you.
“Let me suck you off, psycho,” you whisper, he chuckles then, teeth sinking into your neck, painful as he rips your dress off. “You dick that was expensive!?”
“I’ll buy you a new wardrobe, fuck you’re stupid, don’t you know what you do to me?” He whispers, needy and desperate himself, his hand slipping around you cup your bare breasts, leaving you in nothing but panties, the remnants of your little black dress around your ankles.
“I know you watch me,” you whisper, looking back at him then, he falters for just a moment, before smirking. “You want to fuck me, then do it.”
“You’re not in control, brat, shut that pretty mouth before I-”
“Fuck it again, I like it.”
“The fuck…” you’re a menace really. “You’re such a-”
“You gonna fuck me or? Need to go to the room and recor-” He’s shoved you forward now, sinking two fingers deep in your cunt. “Ah!”
“This what you been needing, rutting on my leg, on my thigh, making a whole fucking mess? So pathetic and needy, just to have your hole stuffed?” You gasp out, he’s rocking his fingers deep inside while your face is shoved against the door with one of his hands. “That’s it, lemme feel her, already drooling.”
You’re clenching around him, head pressed with his weight, while he scissors those thick fingers in and out. “M’gonna… f-fuck…”
He yanks them out, shoving them in your mouth, pressing your tongue down and groaning with your teeth bite at them. “Should make you beg for it.”
“I’d never, should make you,” he scoffs, tongue licking up your neck, bending over to press the fat tip of his cock against your quivering hole, his free hand turning your face, hovering so big over you then, shadows cast and covering you in darkness, it’s just him, everywhere.
“Only I will ever fuck you, touch you, kiss you,” he sloppily kisses you then, pressing his tip past that tight ring of muscles, pulling back and feeling you gush down him, moaning. “You’re all fucking mine, my pretty little whore.”
“M’not yours - ngh!” Sukuna shoves his cock half way in, you’re struggling to take it, thighs trembling, cock stretched out, all while he watches you.
“Perfect cunt is f’me, jus’me fuckin say it,” he’s groaning when he begins to move, achingly slow yet rough thrusts, slamming you into the door. One of his hands entwines, tattooed and rough, swallowing yours. “Say it, that you’re just a stupid little slut for me.”
“F-fuck you, Sukuna, not yours,” your cunt is gushing arousal, so much he’s moving easier despite the stretch, he’s all bent as you arch your ass more, whining out at the stretch. “Too much!”
“Hah, too much? Don’t tap out, all that talk, all that play, knowing I could fucking see you,” he slams his cock hard against your cervix, you scream out, hoarsely. “Your throat is so sore, isn’t it?”
“Shut up,” you’re lost in him, in his mean thrusts, in his nasty words, he lifts you then, letting your legs dangle in the fucking air, arms wrapping you. “Psycho, put me down!?”
“You can still talk,” he slams his cock inside your hole, using you now, up and down his cock with your body like you’re nothing. “Dumb fucking toy, aren’t you? Is this what you needed?”
You open your mouth to protest, but he’s railing your cunt with sharp thrusts, making drool spill from your mouth, you’re shaking in his hold, he slams you down hard and you shatter, pulsing around him as you cum so hard you can’t fucking see. You’re blinded, blink back fuzzy stars when he yanks out of you, making you whine out at the emptiness.
He unceremoniously sets you on the ground, you wobble, sadistic fucker eats it all up too. “So fucked out you can’t walk? I just started.”
“Back in.”
“If you say you’re mine,” he’s cupping your face so tightly it hurts, his eyes terrifying, voice just a whisper. “Fucking say you’re mine.”
“No.”
“You little…” He picks you up, you cling to him, letting him carry you to his room, he practically flings you on his bed, pressing you into the mattress and lifting your thighs, eyeing your cunt. “It’s perfect, fuck you.”
“Fuck you! Get back in, mnh.” He’s past chuckling and teasing, he’s lost when he sees your pussy, ready to bury himself inside it. He spreads your thighs, leaning over you and sinking inside now, watching your tummy move with him. “You’re too deep.”
“Your slutty hole can take it,” he slams his cock inside, bottoming out as deep as he can go, pushing your thighs up and making you feel the stretch, rolling his hips and looking down at you. “So tight, f-fuck… all mine, shit…”
Your pretty face, drenched in perspiration, lipstick smeared and half missing, mascara streaks down your cheeks.
“You’re a fucking mess, look at you,” Sukuna fucks you deeper, one hand braced next to you, the other under your chin. “Look, I’m fucking ruining you.”
You barely register, looking down and seeing your tummy move now. “Mnh…”
“Can’t run your stupid mouth huh?” You smack him, he pins your wrist, pulsing inside you now, you’re whimpering, whining, a mess as he lays into you. “Going to fuckin’ ruin you for anyone.”
You shake your head, making him laugh, pressing your thighs up until you’re in a mating press, bending in ways you didn’t think you could, just fucking you harder. The loud sounds of the smacking of his thighs on your ass mix with your cunt squelching, his huffs and moans and your breathy gasps, while his cock does wreck you.
It hurts you, stretches you, the skin around his cock burning from it when he pulls fully out, smacking his heavy cock against your cunt. “Say you’re mine.”
“No, f-fuck!” Sukuna’s putting his weight on your thighs, fucking you bruisingly rough now. He’s not holding back anymore, the bed shaking with every thrust, looking down at you with lidded eyes, all black with a ring of ruby.
“If you wanna cum, you’ll say it,” he pauses his thrusts, you shake your head even when his tip presses your cervix, that ring dragging on your spot. “If you want me to keep fucking you like the slut you are, you will.”
“No.” He yanks out of you again, leaving you empty and twitching, smacking your sore cunt. “Ow!”
“You just don’t listen, you just don’t realize you’re mine, have been mine, only mine.” You blink rapidly, shaking your head. “Wanna cum, don’t you? You’re so needy.”
You nod weakly, he smacks your cunt again with a sharp smack that stings, you’re crying out, tears slipping down your cheeks when he does it again. “Mnh…”
“Cunt is all puffy, all fucked up already, bet it I just…” he runs a thumb over your twitching clit, left untouched until now. Your head falls back at it, while he holds your thighs up, running quicker and quicker. “Bet you squirt all over me, huh?”
You shake your head, he shoves his thick cock back in, he needs you too much to keep holding back, needs to ruin you, fill you, mark you his. Sukuna rubs your clit while his fat cock stuffs your hole over and over, harder and faster, you’re twitching, overstimulated quickly, clit sensitive when he presses harder now. You gasp out, so close, making him halt.
“Make me cum, you stalker,” he smirks, slamming into you again, moving your thighs so that they’re up in the air now.
“You love that I watch you, admit it.”
You shake your head, he smirks and leans over you, thumb paused, just sitting on your little clit as it twitches, cunt spasming around his cock. “No it’s w-weird, creepy…”
“You love that I’m fucking obsessed with you,” you shake your head again, he drags his finger up, showing you his sticky, soaked hand. “Admit it.”
“No – g-god!” Sukuna slams into your cunt again, so hard you can hardly handle it, a writhing mess underneath him.
“I have watched you for months, watched you suck your cum off your fingers,” he runs your juices now against your lips, the pressure builds more and more, your breaths coming out in short pants, your nails digging into the bedsheets. “Watched you with that boy, seen you fucking dancing around your room naked.”
“Creep, ngh!” Your eyes roll back in your skull as he slams again, rolling his hips, letting your thighs grip them, hands brutal against your thighs, leaving bruises.
“You’re wetter, you get off on it, huh? Let’s test it,” he kisses up your neck, your ear, whispering in it now. “I stroked my cock just thinkin’ about your cunt, licked you off your used panties.”
“Oh fuck…” you’re gushing, so close with every filthy image he throws in your head, as he slams his cock, heavy balls making little plap plap plap sounds, his cock throbbing inside. You feel every vein, every ridge of his dick inside you, nails digging into his strong biceps in response.
“Your cunt can’t lie like you do, you like making me desperate, don’t you?” You bite your lip, tears from being edged falling, making him groan when he feels them against his cheek. “Yeah, cry, hah – pathetic dumb baby.”
“Hate you,” you bite his shoulder, but he fucks you harder, losing it, desperate and needy – a whimper in your ear that pushes you over the edge. “Hate you so m-much.”
“Fuck,” he’s kissing you again, hands folding you in half, then gripping your face, sweat dripping on your skin. “You’re never leaving me, I’ll fill you so much, so much cum you’ll drip me at work.”
“Sukuna…”
“Give you so many fucking reasons to stay, fucking keep you to myself,” you’re lost in his insanity, losing all sense of preservation for his thick cock and the way he looks at you. “You’re mine.”
“Fuck it, just… let me cum…” He pauses at that, lips parted. “Please.”
“Begging? Look at you, perfect fucking whore for me only, only want my cum inside you, huh? Fill you till you’re begging me to stop.”
“Shut up and – f-fuck, fu-uckkk,” your orgasm ruins you, you’ve never felt whatever the fuck the psycho is doing, and he just fucks you through it, hands pressing so hard against your head you think you’ll break.
“Can you take it all? Greedy cunt is fuckin’ begging for it, feel her milking me, she knows who she belongs to at least,” you’re getting fucked from one orgasm into another, the room spinning, making you dizzy as he works you over and over. “Fuck you stupid, huh? Stupid little whore.”
“Fuck you, hate you. Dumb fucking… psycho…” You’re getting filled then as he moans while you insult him, while you’re digging your nails so hard he bleeds, kissing you desperately as his cum floods your cunt.
“Feel you, so fucking good, g-god, she’s all mine,” you’re sobbing, shaking underneath him, all just making him want you again. “She is, you are. Not going anywhere.”
“Just once,” you mumble, he chuckles then, yanking out of you, dripping with all the fluids from you two, it’s filthy to see. He grabs a pillow, flipping you onto your stomach and slipping it right under your hips then. “Sukuna, f-fuck are you doing back there?”
“God, look at her, she took me s’fucking good, she took so much,” he is spreading your legs while he watches your cunt pushing out his pearly white cum, spreading your ass wide so he can look. “Arch that ass up for me.”
“Again!? I- S-sukuna ngh,” you feel it then, his tongue lapping from your clit all the way to your little unused hole. “What are you d-doing?”
“Gonna taste us together, god your pussy is so slutty, mnh.” Sukuna laps his long tongue deep in your cunt now, scooping out his own cum, while his hands take over your ass, gripping it and dragging it on his face.
“Are you l-licking… my… your… oh, there, shit there,” you’re arching more now, he dives deeper, cleaning every inch of your cunt with his mouth, tongue flicking deep inside and scooping more that pours. “Cumming!”
He pulls back now, laying prone over you with his long limbs, tattooed hands pressing your lips apart. “Open, taste us.”
You do just that without argument, letting Ryomen Sukuna spit in your mouth, swapping the mix of both of your cum with dripping saliva. “You’re freaky as fuck, S-sukuna.”
“You haven’t seen shit yet, I’m not taking it easy this time,” you go to ask what the fuck he means when he shoves all of the nine inches he can in your cunt, wrapping his fingers around your throat. “Gonna fill you again, and again, and again, till you learn who the fuck you belong to.”
*****
You’re blinking as the sun shines in the big windows of Sukuna’s room, feeling something wet against your tummy. You gasp and lift the sheets, watching as Sukuna’s pink haired head sinks lower. “What’re you doing, you weird fucking freak!?”
“Gonna have you a pathetic mess, hurt your little cunt, bet she’s sore,” he bites your clit now, you jerk, yanking on his hair, shaking when he slides two fingers in, eyeing you with a lazy smirk and bright ruby eyes. “Aw, poor little pussy.”
“I s-said once…”
“I came inside you five times,” he spreads your pussy lips now, moaning. “Still some leaking out of your beat up cunt, too.”
“D-did you record that all? Gonna jerk off to it?” You gasp as he flicks his demon tongue on your sore clit, sinking another finger inside and stretching you out so much you’re jerking back.
“Ah - ah, don’t run, brat. You’re all mine, belong to me,” he flicks his tongue again, after fucking you stupid all night, your brain is still fucked. “You’re never leaving me.”
“Y-yes I will.”
He smiles against your skin, letting you think that for now, before making sure to put more cum inside you, fuck you even dumber, until you don’t even remember what you were saying, what you were thinking. When you’re passing out, he’s still inside you, chuckling at how cute you are, tears drying on your cheeks, your lips swollen, and he knows you’re not going anywhere.
to the kids who hacked my soundcloud, downloaded every single privated song all the way back to when i was 18 that i have very intentionally tried to keep off the internet, and then leaked them for literally no reason, as well as bought an old password of mine off a data breach website, hacked an old google drive and instagram account of mine, and stole videos of me from highschool and middle school for, again, no reason... all the while taunting me about it in my dms from blank accounts and somehow still calling yourselves fans..... did you have fun? do you feel good?
cute date idea: you come over to watch a movie. 20 minutes in i've got you across my lap, shorts on the floor, panties hanging off your ankle. slowly spanking and playing with your pussy, shushing you any time you get too noisy. pretty soon your lips are dripping, but i just keep circling my fingers on your clit and spanking gently, waiting for you to beg for my thick fingers to sink inside you
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