“S-Sukuna?” you wake up, eyes fuzzy and the darkness not helping matters as you try and make out the shape of your step-brother in your doorway. He could be anyone, really, but the size of his silhouette gives him away. You roll over to check the time on your phone, grunting with displeasure when you see it’s only 3am.
He comes inside, stealthily, and he reeks of alcohol. You can smell him from your bed. And you feel blinded when he turns on the light, your retinas blown to hell as you try and adjust to the brightness.
You yelp as he sits on the mattress, and you sit up quickly.
“You’re a good girl,” he tells you, voice slurring slightly as he speaks. “Staying home tonight, good… good girl.”
You aren’t sure what to say, though you begin to worry he might vomit on your carpet. You hasten out of bed to grab the bin in the corner of your room, placing it between his legs. And he laughs at that, it’s just so… you.
“Some… whore… I don’t remember her name,” he sniffs, looking down at the bin before his red eyes hone in on you. “She was all over me tonight. But I pushed her away. Y’know why?”
“W-Why…” you ask, cautiously, your inner monologue telling you this is leading somewhere bad. You want to run, but you feel like your legs at being weighed down to your mattress.
“I thought, why fuck her? I don’t care about her. She’s easy. But you,” he continues. He kicks the bin away and he climbs onto your bed, crawling closer to you on all fours like a predator cornering it’s. prey. You try to escape, still weighed down with fear. But you could only get so far anyway. Your back meets with the headboard, and you know you’re trapped. “My sweet little sister. Are you sweet? Maybe you’re a whore like her.”
“Sukuna, p-please, I’ve never… I’ve never—”
“You’re real sweet.” he grins, pulling you against him until your noses touch. “Should have known you were a virgin. I hear you when you touch yourself sometimes, you never last long. You’ll prob’ly cum on my cock the minute I put it in.” he sneers, and in your panic he manages to flip you onto your stomach with ease.
“N-No, please, I don’t— you’re my b-brother!” you object, body freezing and turning limp as you realise you’re powerless to his advances. He doesn’t bother undressing you, he just pins your wrists above your head with one large palm. “S-Sukuna?”
“I’m your big brother, and I should be the first person to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” he answers you, unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock just enough to use against you. He moves your pyjama shorts into the crease of your thigh, and he can’t help but ogle your sopping flesh. “You’re wet, little girl. And no panties. You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Did all of this for me… how thoughtful.”
You cry, silently, as you realise there’s nothing you can say to stop this. He drags his thick cockhead up and down your folds before he practically stabs it into your entrance. You scream, but he yanks your hair and forces your face down into the pillows to silence you.
“Shut the fuck up.” he tells you. “You want this, I know you do.” he lies, though you don’t know if it’s for your benefit or his own. Each drag and rut into your heat is torture. It’s slow, tormenting, until he finds a steady rhythm against your resisting walls.
“Ah, ah!” you moan, your voice finally free as he gives you the chance to breathe. He snarls as he hears you, moaning like a slut as he defiles your virgin interior.
“Knew you’d like it, slut.” he laughs, picking up the pace as your needy whining encourages him. He lets your hands go, knowing you’ve given up on fighting him. His hands knead into the flesh of your ass, spanking you on occasion and forcing you to jolt back against him. He pulls your hair until your back is curved into an almost agonising arch.
“S-Sukuna! H-Hurts! Hurts s’much!”
“Is that why you’re moaning like a bitch in heat for me, hah?” he chides, spanking your ass as he continues bullying his cock into you. “Ya getting tighter around me, sister. Naughty girl…” he spanks you again and you can’t help but preen for him. You fucking hate yourself and you hate him for doing this to you.
You just can’t deny how good it feels.
“Y-You’ve always been so good,” he pants, stuttering slightly as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. He grabs a fistful of your ass again and you can already feel how red and bruised it’s becoming. And you yelp as he inflicts a particular agonising spank onto your rear. “Tell me you love me.” he groans in your ear.
“I- I love you,” you don’t even hesitate, because you do. He’s your big brother, after all. How could you not love him, even in spite of this? “So good t’me, Sukuna, always s-so good.”
His eyes roll over white as he hears your words, it took all of his self-control to not cum in that instant. “Aren’t you p-recious,” he struggles, both of his hands dig into the fat of your hips, now. Your body collapsing forwards as he makes no effort to help you keep upright. It still hurts, but it’s an agony you’re willing to withstand for him. “Gonna be the first person to cum in this virgin cunt,” he grins, he wraps his arms around your waist as if he’s hugging you. Though you come to realise he’s just preventing any escape attempts you might make.
“No! Sukuna, n-no! You can’t.”
“Yeah, I can. ‘n you’re gonna let me because you’re a good girl,” he tells you, whispering directly into your ear as he feels his balls begin to tighten. “Only big brother’s get to cum here, got it? This little pussy was made for my cum.”
“N-N— ah! Hnng, fu-uck! Fuck!“ you moan, and Sukuna has lost any interest in forcing you to keep quiet. The damage is done, now. Even if your parents find out, it’s not like they can undo his handiwork, gifting his little sister with a pretty creampie.
He fucks into you until he blows his load. Your walls fill with white and you shudder from the contrast of your freezing body being stuffed full of his creamy white cum. He fucks it into you, deeply. And you don’t have the energy to object.
When he’s through, he pushes you off his length and you melt into a puddle on the mattress below. You feel your knee being forcibly bent in a bid to spread your legs open. Your pussy lips open deliciously and his sperm drips from your hole and down your little slit.
“Don’t move.” he tells you.
You couldn’t even if you wanted to.
He pulls his phone from his back pocket, taking a series of photos of your lifeless form and drippy cunt. He smirks as he sifts through them all.
He’s sure he’ll find one that will make the perfect screensaver.
one thing that sukuna loves about you is how accessible you are. things are so simple when your little fucktoy is in the room right next to yours.
but as of late, you’ve been stripping him of this accessibility, bit by bit.
he notices it all, the way you stick close to your friends, being too eager to go shopping or muck around with them after class and attending parties that you’d in all honesty, rather not go to. it’s alright though, he understands. you’re just being a little coy, unsure. he admits, he’s not the nicest of guys to be around.
but what he won’t allow is you going off and hooking up with someone else. when he catches you at uni, chatting it up with some no-name behind the scenes, a little fire opens up inside of sukuna. once he’s able to capture a hold of your gaze, he shoots you a look that means to beckon you in.
getting nervous, you have to excuse yourself from the person you were conversing with, to walk up to him before he did something that would upset you. sukuna then drags you off to some secluded and empty lecture hall.
he’s quick to have you lay across a desk, making you drop your bag in surprise.
“you’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you? i thought i said i wanted to get along,” sukuna says, holding your legs in place as you squirm around.
“i… i still get home by evening,” you say, making a clumsy excuse.
“so you’re not even denying that you’re avoiding me,” he continues, frowning deeper.
“night only isn’t enough, sweetie. you’re making your big brother lonely,” sukuna emphasises, pushing his hips up against your ass with a mocking face of hurt. it sets off a panic inside your mind, as you hastily look around for any possible onlookers.
“why? afraid someone’ll see us like this?” he asks with a sly voice, his hand creeping up under your shirt, fingers pinching at your perky nipples.
“look at how they’re standing... maybe you want people to witness you.”
“no, stop, please,” you quietly beg, grabbing onto his wrist to stop him from groping your chest so lewdly.
sukuna ponders for a moment, deciding on what he wants to do with you.
“as long as you start comin’ home early…i’d have no reason to do all this here.”
you seem to be feeling unsure about it, so he continues his speech.
“you think your friends are gonna stick around if they find out how much of a slut you are?” he delivers a sharp squeeze to your areola, making you cry out.
“i’ll go home,” you relent, tearfully.
your pathetic tears send a delicious shock of arousal down his spine.
“ladies first,” sukuna offers sarcastically, opening up the car door for you. ignoring his smile, you sit yourself in the passenger seat. when he comes around and finally grabs ahold of the steering wheel beside you, you can’t help but notice the tent in his jeans.
he starts the engine, and gets to driving. and the way he makes his turns gets you holding onto the seat belt for dear life.
“my room,” he orders, once the two of you get home.
you follow close behind him as he saunters up the stairs with a hand in his pocket.
you start looking around once you get inside, maybe a little intrigued by the multitude of band posters he has on his wall. you’re not very sure what you were expecting.
“i know you’re curious about my stuff, but you can take your time with that later,” he intervenes, turning around to face you.
“for now…” he says, cupping your chin, “get on your knees.”
you hesitate a bit, but eventually, you slowly sink down. the way you look up at him from this angle, gets him aroused all over again.
“unbuckle me yourself. and i want you to use your teeth with the zipper,” sukuna instructs, running a hand over your head rather affectionately.
you do as he says, unbuckling him using your hands, but using your teeth to zip him down. there’s the enticing feeling of having the tightness of his jeans removed, but it doesn’t compare to the feeling he gets when your hands automatically fly up to his thighs while your face brushes up against his twitching cock.
you lower his briefs, to reveal his fully erect dick that greets you with a strong pulse.
"have you done this before? be honest."
“...yes,” you tell him quietly, feeling anxious.
“shame i couldn’t be your first,” he mutters under his breath, “well then, you know what to do next, don’t you?”
you give his throbbing erection a nervous glance. you’d done this before, but not with one so big. your hand wraps itself around his shaft, and you bring your lips to his leaking tip, using the tip of your tongue to swirl around him. he patiently watches you with his palm still resting against your head.
you know that he’s expecting you to push it further down your throat. so, after giving a few sucks onto his cockhead - you attempt to bring him in deeper. you go excruciatingly slow, making sukuna’s patience run down to a dangerous level. and then at the half-way point, you seem to be unable to go any more.
seeing you struggle makes a malicious smile appear on his face, blowing away the small, remaining patience that he had. his hand creeps down to the back of your head.
“need some help?”
before you could protest, he pushes it in completely, without allowing you a moment to brace yourself. you gag around him as he bucks his hips in, the tip of his dick going past the back of your throat. he merely hums in satisfaction, appreciating the warmth of your esophagus, and how it squeezes him.
“looks like you still need some more training after all,” sukuna chuckles darkly.
when you gaze up at him while blinking your tears away, mouth stuffed full, you feel the twitch in his cock inside you.
now, both of his hands clasp against your ears as he moves himself up and down, disregarding the way you tug at his jeans for mercy.
“fuck… even your throat pussy feels good,” he groans, holding himself back from releasing yet.
after a few more thrusts, he has the decency to pull out and let you breathe for a bit.
your eyes widen with shock and he abruptly rams his dick inside, your nose hitting his pubic bone. eyes accumulating even more tears, it seems that there was no point in wiping those previous ones away, as he continues to face fuck you earnestly, his heavy balls hitting your chin.
“you’re okay,” he coos, collecting your strayed tears using his thumbs, “just a little more.”
you open your mouth again, and he slaps his cock against your laid out tongue.
“i’m gonna get a little rough. do your best to withstand it.”
this isn’t supposed to feel good… you should be pushing his hips away, digging your fingers into his flesh even, but… what’s this feeling in your panties? this feeling that suggests your arousal? you try to relax yourself the best you can, but you can’t help the gagging that occurs every time he reaches so far back.
“you’re doing well…” he mumbles, getting lost in the pleasures of your throat.
“nearly there…” he tells you, no longer smiling, but showing his focus on getting to his orgasm.
his pacing falters soon enough, and he’s hissing from pleasure as he bottoms out deep inside.
what surprises him however, is how you cling to him so tightly, like you wanted every last bit down your throat without him having to demand it. he sees you closing your eyes as you swallow around him, and it creates a delirious, open-mouthed grin on his face.
“fuck…fuck…” he whispers as he watches you gulp him down, the overstimulation from your clenching throat getting him to shudder. he throws his head back when you even start swiping your tongue against the underside of his throbbing cock.
when he finally slides out of you, strings of your own saliva follow, still attached to his tip. you come up to lick it off, and then open your mouth wide for him, letting him see how not a drop of his cum was wasted.
“you deserve some praise for that,” he says with a breathy voice.
“such a good little slut. so perfect, i just have to make you mine.”
he gets you up off your knees, and captures your lips into a searing kiss as he pulls you in by the waist, not minding your messy mouth. he pushes you down against his soft bed, and strips you naked.
“on all fours, sweetie. ass up,” he orders with haste, his dick stiff and heavy, once again.
sukuna wastes no time in taking his shirt off and throwing it away to the side. licking his lips, his thick fingers tease your clit, and then slot themselves into your sopping wet cunt.
“sheesh, you naughty girl. getting off of giving me a blowjob?” he taunts, enjoying the sight of you jolting from his touch.
“that’s not…i’m not…” you deny meekly, whining from the way his fingers feel around inside you.
“yes you are,” he insists, pulling his digits back out, replacing them with his fat cock.
he rams himself in in one go, pushing the air out of your lungs. he’s gotten your pussy shaped perfectly around his dick, like his personal cocksleeve. placing his hand against your lower back, he admires the view from here, observing your trembling body. but then, he remembers the lesson that he is yet to teach.
“i despise the thought of you seeing someone other than me,” he speaks with a low voice, gripping onto the flesh of your ass even harder. you whimper pitifully, because that’s really all you can do in this moment.
“you know, i’d never cared whether my side chicks fucked other guys or not…but you’re different.”
grabs your hips and gives you a single harsh thrust that makes you cry out.
“and i won’t need any of my side pieces anymore, either. why would i?"
his cock rubs up against your g-spot, making your body tremble.
"when i have a good slut of a little sister here, all to myself.”
a devilish grin appears on his face, as he proceeds to fuck you in earnest, making you scream with your hands tightly clenching the sheets. your flesh almost stings from the speed and strength of his powerful thrusts as his tip knocks at your cervix ruthlessly, the pain causing you to scream against the bed in order to muffle yourself.
he thinks back to the nights where he pathetically abused his fleshlight, pretending that it was you. all that cum wasted on a single toy. he’ll make it up to you and fill you up twice- no, ten times as much.
“t-too deep…!” you plead, gasping for air.
“yeah? step brother’s cock too much for you?” he asks with a crude voice, smacking his hand against your asscheek. when you yelp, your hole tightens around him and he groans hoarsely.
“good grief… ’s like you’re tryna suck me dry,” sukuna speaks with his head thrown back, while he continues to pummel you.
when he grinds up against your g-spot again, you’re forcefully met with your orgasm, hips quivering and voice ringing out in his room as you moan uncontrollably - pussy spasming against sukuna’s hard cock. he grits his teeth at the sensation as it throws him over the edge, making him paint your insides white with his seed.
he pushes himself in the farthest he can while he cums, like he’s trying to breed you, and you feel the warmth of him filling your womb up with spurt after spurt of his sperm, with an iron grip on your hips.
once he finishes emptying himself into you, he pulls out with a look of satisfaction on his face. when his cum starts leaking out, he uses his fingers to push it back in, and then shoves those same fingers into your mouth, making you lick them clean.
“i’ll.. i’ll get pregnant,” you mumble, making a weak attempt to push him away.
“aht, don’t ruin this for me,” he says, grabbing your wrist and remaining still, dick continuing to throb inside you.
“it’s my favourite part.”
***
the tv is on in the living room, but nobody pays any attention to it. you’d been quietly watching something by yourself when all of a sudden sukuna squeezed in behind you.
and now, here you are, getting your pussy played with, legs spread apart. he watches with amusement, while his fingertips give teasing touches to your clit, making you jolt and grip onto his shirt tighter. however, he won’t give you the satisfaction of letting you reach your orgasm.
a little bit after, he begins his touching again. caressing your sensitive bead carefully as he puts hickeys onto your skin, listening to your moans while his dick leaks more precum in his pants.
“i’ll stop it right here again,” he says, smirking sadistically at your cries of frustration. he pulls his hands away right as you’re about to cum, leaving your clit swollen and aching.
“no…no more…” you whine, wanting to close your legs to rub your thighs together.
“oh, i love the pitiful sounds you make,” sukuna groans, kissing down your neck.
“you wanna cum?” he asks you in a cooing voice, inserting his thick fingers into your dripping wet cunt, going faster as if he means to actually let you this time.
“yes please,” you plead, panting and hips jolting.
he gets faster, one hand fucking your clenching hole and the other rubbing itself against your clit. you throw your head back and focus on getting ready to climax.
but yet again, he stops right before you can. gritting your teeth, you start tearing up, getting desperate to be touched until satisfaction… you have nothing to say to him, only giving frustrated moans and incomprehensive noises of begging.
“sounding so pathetic,” he taunts, all the while his dick gets harder.
“maybe i’ll give you what you want if you promise to be a good girl.”
hands going to work immediately, you draw in a breath sharply as he starts building you up again, your cunt making loud squelching noises from how much slick you’re producing. sukuna knows how to drive you crazy, knows where to touch in order to send you to heaven.
“i promise…i promise to be good,” you say hastily, desperate for relief. your hole gives an eager twitch.
“who’s good girl?” he continues.
“your– sukuna’s good girl,” you whimper, growing impatient.
he hums in response, happy with your answer.
“look at the mess you’re making. dirty slut. coating my fingers like this,” he drawls into your ear, thoroughly enjoying watching you crumble down in his very arms.
“yes, yes,” you gasp, moaning and rolling your hips the best you can against his fingers.
“so close…please!”
“don’t worry, sweetie. i’m feeling generous right now,” sukuna speaks with a grin, and you can hear it in his voice.
when you finally orgasm, it’s like something completely shatters in your mind in a pleasurable way, you squeal, thighs shaking and hips trembling, a trail of drool running down the corner of your mouth. you look like a whore, exactly as sukuna had called you.
gripping onto him tightly, your chest heaves as you catch your breath. he licks his lips, feeling your pussy pulse against his fingertips. he slaps your clit and you give a weak yelp.
“felt good?” he asks.
“y-yes…”
sukuna adjusts his position to push you down, so that you’re laying on the sofa.
“alright. it’s my turn now,” he states, freeing his cock from his pants. it’s angry red tip glistens from his precum. pumping it a few times with his hand, he groans.
“wait! i just came so-”
“so you’re more sensitive? that’s the idea.” he cuts you off, before pushing himself into you without warning. you gasp at the sudden intrusion and shocking pleasure.
“god… fuck… you’re still throbbing. and tighter than usual.”
his guttural moans as he slowly thrusts in and out of you stirs you up. his dick makes a little bulge on your tummy, really showing off his girth and length. the sofa creases as he speeds up, and with every thrust comes a little creaking noise from it. your breathing already unsteady, sukuna comes down to suckle on your nipples, grasping your flesh tightly, enamoured by your tits.
he’d always had an obsession with them, using any chance throughout the day to grope you under your shirt. his warm tongue rolls over you, lips pressed against your skin. you hate how it makes you moan uncontrollably, when he touches you the way he wants.
“why’re you so fuckin’ cute? can’t leave you the fuck alone…” sukuna pants, finally detaching himself away from your tits. his hips start bucking out of rhythm, which means that he’s about to cum soon.
“stop, i can’t,” you quaver, but your hand flies to the back of his head, contradicting your words.
he continues fucking you as he pleases, leaving bite marks all over your slutty breasts, cockhead rubbing up against your cervix. tears protruding your eyes, you whine helplessly, your pussy leaking more juices that run down the shaft of his cock and his balls.
“i-i can’t…” you repeat, eyes glossing over as you orgasm again while your voice cries out.
“shit… fuck yeah, squeeze me just like that,” he grunts, your cunt fluttering around him. your body quivers, but he holds you down in place before he pulls out last minute and cums outside, onto you. he strokes himself quickly as his seed comes out in long spurts, coating your stomach and chest.
“such a waste to cum anywhere but inside you,” he relents, finishing himself up, cock twitching weakly in his hand, “but i’ve always wanted to see you covered with me.”
you don’t even seem to be listening to him, eyes spacing out as you quietly heave, mind numb from the overstimulation you just went through. he looks at the mess he’s made of you with pride, and goes down again to kiss you on the lips.
“since you were so obedient, i’ll help clean you up today,” sukuna tells you, humming as he lifts you up into his arms.
***
…from then onwards, it seems that he’s gotten rather fond of giving you aftercare.
he’ll kiss and cradle you in his arms afterwards for a little longer. follow you around the house, touching your body from behind. on the rare occasion that he cooks, he wants you to eat with him. drags you to his room at night, or barges into yours, claiming that he just feels like sleeping with you today. and when you share a bed with him, he pulls you into his arms and holds you tight.
much like…
much like a boyfriend does.
the birds chirp outside your window, while you sit up in bed and look down at the large man who still remains in his slumber. that makes no sense. you don’t love this man. and he’s your step brother, for fuck’s sake. this can’t be happening.
you’re so afraid.
his peaceful, sleeping face instills fear within you.
True form Sukuna fuck enemy sorcerer reader, that tried to delay him from destroying a village, dumb with both of his cocks, fucking right into her womb and deep into her ass all the while he's telling her how she makes a better slut than a sorcerer and then filling her up with so much cum that she ends up looking like she's on the last stage of pregnancy.
Whether he kills her afterward, takes her with him to make her his one hole, or just leaves her on the ground in the destroyed village I'll let you decide.
Tw: noncon, heavy monster fucking, belly bulges, anal, cum inflation, degradation. Sukuna's a bully
The moment the rumor that the king of curses, the infamous Sukuna, was heading into the nearby village, you ignored everyone else that immediately went into hiding. Instead, you gathered up all your weapons and got ready to confront him.
You should've realized from the very beginning that you wouldn't win. All you were warned about was Sukuna had once been a powerful sorcerer, now an even more powerful curse.
You were foolish, you thought, tears streaming down your face as you were slammed to the ground with ease.
"Stupid girl." The monster above you laughed, his booming voice condescending and cold. "You could've made things easier for yourself. But stubborn little fools always want to make things harder than they have to be, huh?"
A whimper left your throat as his four hands tore your clothes off your body. You screeched and thrashed around, trying hard to get away from him but all he did was hold onto you tighter.
"If not me someone will stop you!" You yelled, not yet ready to give up fighting despite knowing that you already lost. "Someone will put an end to this! You will be defeated."
"Really?" Sukuna grinned down at you. "Where is this supposed hero? Not here. Your beloved villagers aren't going to save you. No, the ones who survived are gonna continue to hide like spineless cowards and enjoy watching me make an example of you."
Tears burned in your eyes as you thrashed around in his grips, not liking how his multiple eyes wandered. You felt his hands wandering, one wrapping around your throat and holding on tight, two groping your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples. You barely noticed his other hand pulling down his pants until you saw his cocks spring out, dread filling you as one pressed against your stomach and the other against your thigh. You didn't even want to think about how big they were.
"Please stop this." You pleaded, your eyes wide, avoiding looking down.
He chuckled. "I like when you beg. But you should be grateful the king of curses is giving you this. And you're going to be a good slut for me and take it." He tapped your cheek roughly. Not hard enough to leave a dark bruise, but hard enough to let you know he would if you tried to disobey him.
Sorcerers weren't supposed to cry, let alone beg for mercy. You felt ashamed of yourself for doing so when knowing it would never be granted to you.
He hummed, and you didn't like the sadistic gleam in his eye as they connected with your fearful ones. "Now, let's put this body of yours to some use." He threw you to the ground, pulling you up so you were on your hands and knees and lining his cocks up with each one of your entrances.
You weren't ready for it, screaming out as he shoved both his cocks inside you at once, with no concern about how it would feel to you. He groaned, the sound loud and gutteral as he thrust as much of himself into your holes as he could. Feeling them both stretch out at once was overwhelming in itself.
But every inch he pushed into you made you sob even more. You could already feel it deep in your stomach.
You continued trying to fight but two of his hands grabbed your arms, pinning your wrists together with one hand and the other wrapping around your throat again, pulling you close to him and making you arch your back for him. He kept his other two hands on your waist, forcing you to push down on him even deeper.
Sukuna licked his lips, almost lazily pushing into you. It was more fun to take it slow, your sweet wines and cries as your little holes clenched his cocks in an almost vice grip, your body having no choice but to accept the invasion.
Sharp pain went through you as his cock hit the tip of your cervix, and he couldn't help but laugh as you screamed as it pushed past it, your cunt clenching down on him even more as he broke past it into your womb.
Your entire body was shaking violently, trembling as you felt his hips press against your ass. You never thought it was possible to feel so full as you did.
Biting the bottom of your lip you focused your eyes on the ground as he began to thrust into you. Your breasts bounced hard the faster he went, making you wince at the sound of his skin slapping against your own.
Little bursts of pain shot across your stomach every time his cock pushed past your cervix. Every noise you made was drowned out by Sukuna's moans of satisfaction, air nearly being cut off every time he squeezed your throat.
His other cock in you didn't help anything, feeling like it was too big and too close together. Your ass hole throbbed, never having had any experience up until now. It was hard to tell which was worse.
You gasped as he came, him growling and pushing in deep. Thick hot ropes of cum shooting inside you, filling up both your holes at once. It didn't feel normal, the feeling making you shift and squirm in discomfort. You hoped that he was like a human, and he was done after cumming once. But that was shattered as you felt him start thrusting into you once again.
It had been a while since Sukuna let loose and had a good fuck like this. He almost forgot what it was like to have a cute little slut fall apart on his cocks, the perfect reward after destroying another village.
For a brief moment you were glad you were a sorcerer. If you were a regular human you were sure he'd have split you apart already. You whined, not being able to tell which was worse, the fact that it wouldn't kill you or you had to live through it.
He looked down at you with a smirk, smacking your ass hard. "Look at you, doing something right. You make for a better slut than you ever did a sorcerer.
You felt bloated as he came again and again, stomach stretching and heavy like you were pregnant. You sobbed silently, letting yourself go limp as he kept fucking into you. You no longer felt like a sorcerer, you barely felt human anymore. No now you just feel like a toy, something to be used for his enjoyment and that's it.
He chuckled, finally letting you drop to the ground once he finally had enough, amused as he watched loads of his cum spill out of you like a puddle. "I needed that." He sighed, pulling his pants back up.
For a moment, he watched you lay there limply. Did you die? It wouldn't be the first time Sukuna's went too far with one of his toys. He was going to walk away, not going to bother to see if you survived or not.
Then he noticed you twitch, making him pause just to look at what you were doing. Slowly, your shaky arm reached out in front of you, numb fingers digging into the dirt, trying to pull yourself up but collapsing each time you tried. There was no way you'd be able to get up, but it sure was cute watching you try.
"Oh?" He chuckled. "Now that's just adorable."
Honestly, he was just going to leave you there, not caring if you survived or didn't make it. You should've let him think you were dead, something you were going to immediately regret.
For a brief moment he was impressed. It was a rare occasion that a whore kept his attention after he fucked them. Then again, it wasn't often they still had any spark left in them afterwards when he was done. It made him wonder how much more you could take for him.
"Maybe all that training did pay off for something." He laughed, grabbing you by the hair and lifted you up. "I guess stubborn brats like you have some use after all."
Shaking your head, your ears rang from his mocking laugh as he watched you. "Please let me go! I - I won't ever get in your way again!"
"No you won't be." He agreed. "Cause you'll be by my side the entire time."
Worst of all, you almost felt grateful. There were much worse ways to die, knowing how brutal Sukuna truly was. Part of you would rather him continue using you like a toy rather than face his true wrath.
A grin made its way to his face as he sensed you giving in, going limp in his arms. "You're my whore now. And you will watch me burn every village to the ground as I fuck you in the ashes."
Your last sukuna fic had me writhing in my sheets! I love the idea of Sukuna being your step brother and just doing ungodly things to you against your will🥵 The power he has over you (both physical and mental) and how superior he feels to you
Honestly thank you for this goddamn feast!
thank youu 💋
yes, the idea of him using you whenever he pleases 🙏 his dick starts getting hard automatically whenever youre around, its like a reflex at this point 😂
sukuna becomes your new step brother. you think he hates your guts, but you couldn't be more wrong.
part one.
your mother, at her grown ass age, got remarried to another man. ah, well, not to mean that you oppose the idea of her having a partner or anything. just… why did it have to be the father of someone you know from college? of course she couldn’t keep him as a boyfriend, it just had to be marriage. you’re used to this now, seeing as this is the fourth one.
attending the wedding was awkward enough, but then they had the audacity to pick a new home for the new “happy” family to move into together. your now step brother, sukuna, didn’t even bother to attend the ceremony, but he was there during the whole moving process, albeit wearing a bitter and indignant expression the entire time.
you knew him before the whole marriage thing, since he’s a senior at your college. notorious for his remarkable face tattoos, easily getting underneath different girls’ skirts, and his violently menacing aura.
though you’d never ran into him much. only heard about him from rumours… he’s some business major, if you recall correctly? presumably to inherit the company that his father runs, in the future.
your friends have teased you a lot about it, the whole “getting frisky with your step bro” joke, some even going as far as to say that they were jealous, but you merely rolled your eyes at them. sure, sukuna was a bit of an eye candy but surely nothing was to happen between you and him.
matter of fact, you’re convinced that he absolutely despises your guts.
it seems he mostly ignores your presence whenever you’re around. otherwise, most of his responses consist of him scoffing or staring at you with a deadpan expression. you can never tell what’s in his mind. well, not that you care much. you’re always busy studying in your room, or hanging out with friends - so you’re not home much anyway.
and neither are your parents, since they both work. as for sukuna, despite having lived with him for a few months now, you don’t know shit about his everyday schedule.
today’s a lazy sunday, and it’s one of those rare days where you happen to have no plans with anyone, nor have the will to study. you’re laying across the large sofa in the living room, watching whatever’s on the tv. your mom’s out on a date with your step-dad. they let you know that they were gonna be home late.
you let out a loud yawn, and switch the channel to something even remotely more interesting. not long after, the rough jingling of keys can be heard from the entrance door, causing you to discreetly peer at it. sukuna is the one to walk through, slipping out of his shoes and shoving the keys back into his pocket at the same time.
you get a tad bit more self conscious, but you don’t spare him a second glance, and neither does he.
he heads upstairs immediately, and you relax a bit.
maybe you ended up relaxing a bit too much… you soon begin to fall asleep on the sofa.
having finished up his shower, sukuna heads back downstairs to see you snoozing away in the living room. paying you no mind at first, he walks into the kitchen where he takes a large swig from a cold water bottle. and then from there, he seems to be constantly giving your sleeping self side glances.
he finds himself approaching you quietly, bottle still in hand. inspecting your peaceful face, observing your hands - one of them resting on your stomach and the other limply holding onto the tv remote control, and your bare legs…
sukuna takes one last gulp from his water as his cock twitches in his shorts.
your step brother doesn’t hate you. that’s only what you think. in actuality, it’s quite the opposite.
he thinks about you every night. every night, he’s cooped up in his room, abusing his fleshlight to the thought of fucking you over and over. his cock seems to ache at the thought of you - it’s a wonder how he hasn’t made a move for months into living under the same roof. sukuna doesn’t know what started this little obsession, but once he’d started thinking you were cute, he just couldn’t stop himself from lusting after you.
he’s really trying to keep it together and not sleep with the one who’s his step sister, but goddamn, you make things really difficult for him, don’t you? sleeping out in the open with your legs spread apart, so vulnerable. it’s like an open invitation in his eyes.
the sofa dips as his weight is pressed onto it - and he hovers over you, grabbing the remote from your hand to turn off the tv. but upon doing that, he notices how familiar this position is, his chest looming over yours while his crotch brushes up against your ass.
sukuna hitches in a breath, and once the tv is off, he keeps himself in the same position, pondering on what to do. the temptation is so heavy. a calloused hand comes to lightly massage your breast. you’re not even wearing a bra.
looks like he’s got himself an absolute whore of a little sister, huh? and…another thing about you is that you’re quite the heavy sleeper. you don’t budge even when you’re being groped like this.
unable to resist, yet not being as reckless as to rip your clothes off and stick his dick into you right then and there, he grinds himself against you, encouraging his bulge to get bigger.
“fuck…” he says under a low breath.
the grinding gets more intense, and he pushes your legs up so he can dry hump you better.
sukuna thinks about how good it’d feel to fuck his seed into you, and feel you cum around him. or how he wants to shove his fat cock into your mouth, and then give you a nice throatpie.
the thought of it all makes him shudder, and he’s panting heavily now as he rubs his erection into your ass, getting off from the stimulation. his hips mimic desperate thrusts - and the wild fantasies help him get closer to his orgasm. he can feel the sticky spot on his boxers that’s now wet with his precum. it would, under normal circumstances, be uncomfortable as hell - but right now, all it’s doing is providing him with better friction.
he soon reaches an explosive kind of release, groaning hoarsely. right into his underwear. he cums loads, too. he wishes he could’ve done it inside you. there’s now an odd silence permeating the living room, besides the noise of sukuna catching his breath. his ears are ringing from the heat, and now that his high is fading away, he thinks this is rather embarrassing.
sukuna heads upstairs once again, and locks himself into the bathroom, checking underneath his boxers to see the mess he’s made. cumming in his shorts, like some virgin.
“fuckin’ gross,” he grunts, cleaning himself up. he discards that pair afterwards.
when you wake up, the sun’s already gone and you’re shrouded with darkness. you rub your eyes groggily, sitting up. you notice the tv is turned off…did you do that before taking your nap?
***
over the next few days, sukuna remains restless, having his urges be increased tenfold. instead of relieving him, what he did had the opposite effect - he can’t stop thinking about how it just wasn’t enough, the way he could only get himself off on your ass.
it’s 1am right now, and everyone in the house is presumably fast asleep, except for him. he tosses and turns in his bed, wondering if he should go out to hook up with another chick for the night. ugh, but he doesn’t feel like getting dressed. his throat is dry.
sukuna steps out of his room, only to slowly stop in front of your door. he looms before it, and his shadow casts upon the door frame. hand reaching out to grab the knob, he takes a breath in. if it’s locked, i’ll leave, he thinks. however when he twists it, the door opens smoothly. you’d forgotten to lock it tonight.
his heart begins to race, the familiar twitch ringing in his cock unexpectedly. his nose is hit with the scent of your room, drawing him further towards you. he closes the door behind him and leans against it, the back of his head hitting the hard surface.
you’re sleeping so soundly, completely unaware of the intruder in your room. and it’s not his first time here. sukuna remembers overhearing you complaining to your mom about your missing underwear pieces… guess who the culprit of that was? god, even sukuna thinks that move of his was quite scummy. that’s what you do to him. reduce him back to becoming some horny teen.
…yes, it’s all your fault. you’re the one tempting him. like a little minx. always wearing those slutty shorts and skirts around the house. shamelessly showing off your cleavage, and at times not even wearing a bra, flaunting to the whole world your nipples that jut erotically through your shirt.
just thinking about it makes his dick leak more precum. sukuna walks over to your bed and climbs in, various thoughts running in his head. when he takes the covers off of you, the sight of that lewd body of yours tantalises him. running his hand under your shirt, he takes your pants off entirely, and then your underwear.
once he lowers his shorts, his hardened cock springs up with a glistening tip.
aligning himself against your hole, his heart races so violently that he thinks it might burst any second now. it’s your fault for leaving your door unlocked. your fault for tempting him. your fault for letting your guard down.
“all your fault,” he whispers, before slowly slipping himself in.
and once he starts pushing in, he can’t stop. you’re so warm and so tight. when you remain still, he is mildly surprised how you didn’t stir from someone of his size. works better for him though. he’s completely inside now, and he sighs contentedly as he slowly slides in and out, cock throbbing endlessly.
“fuck… i-” sukuna says, before his hips just start moving on their own.
he prods against your cervix with each thrust, and watches as you slightly wince in your sleep.
“you feel it? that’s all me,” he says, panting, “shit… shit- you feel so good.”
he grabs your breast and squeezes, continuing to assault your sweet little cunt while you remain unconscious. sukuna already feels close to his orgasm, and his pace gets a little rougher. he can’t help himself – the slow pace isn’t doing enough for him. such a thought causes him to ram himself into you a little bit harder.
and it’s enough to stir you awake.
confused, you open your eyes to the familiar tattooed face above yours, all the while his hips push into yours repeatedly. it takes you a second to realise what’s happening.
“what- what the fuck! you-”
his large hand comes to clamp over your mouth, silencing you. the other hand holds your wrists together above your head.
“not now… i’m almost-” he grunts, his thrusts never stopping. fuck it, since you’re awake, there’s no use in trying to be careful anymore now, is there? you make a noise of protest against his palm as he starts pounding mercilessly, making you arch your back and bringing tears to your eyes. he feels every moan and squeal you let out against his hand.
“relax. you don’t want mom and dad to witness me fucking you raw in your room now, do you?” sukuna tells you breathily into your ear. there’s the erotic squelches that your pussy makes each time he rams himself into you, and there’s also the paced creaking noises coming from the bed as sukuna rocks his hips back and forth.
“gonna cum…gonna cum right into your baby bank…” sukuna drawls, panting.
you try to tell him no, but his hand prevents you from saying a word.
and so, he forces his tip past the entrance of your womb, and releases a thick load into you, his balls tightening.
“haah…fuck!” he groans, letting himself go, and pushing his face into your chest.
you feel the pulsing of his cock, spurting into your poor, abused cervix as he floods your walls.
he released inside… is all you can think, breathing frantically through your nose as he still hasn’t removed his hand from your mouth. he heaves against you, and when he eventually pulls out, a glob of his seed comes oozing with it.
sukuna gets off of your chest, and looks down at the mess he’d made of you, with half-lidded eyes. he’s gotten his hand off your mouth, but you’re too beat to start yelling at him yet. your wrists are still held together.
dick beginning to harden once more, sukuna finds himself lining it up to your cunt, and pushing it back in completely with one go. he slaps his palm back over your mouth again.
“more… give me more,” he growls, eyes looking feral.
you give out strained screams against his hand and he grips onto you tighter, cock going back to slamming into you aggressively. tears blur your eyes from pain and pleasure as you’re forced to do nothing but take what he gives you.
“i shoulda done this from the beginning,” he slurs, looking into your tear-filled eyes, “it’s unhealthy to keep holding back – don’t you agree?”
you whimper, and it sounds so pitiful, but that earns nothing but a sadistic grin from him. he can’t stop himself from moving inside you, and he believes you don’t want him to leave either, judging from the way your cunt keeps sucking him, coating his cock with your slick.
“shit… goddamn, i’m losing my mind,” he mumbles, absolutely pussy drunk.
sukuna gets even faster, and the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your ass becomes so prominent, you’re afraid that your mom will hear the lewd pap pap pap noise from the other room. every little whine you make makes his dick pulse all the more harder. he eventually replaces his hand with his lips, being quick as to not allow any momentum for you to scream out, by shoving his tongue into your mouth.
the rhythm from his thrusts starts to fall apart as he gets close once again, completely consumed by his own pleasure, his tip hitting against the entrance to your womb, thick cock forcing itself past your tightening walls. sukuna’s hand that had been covering your mouth comes to wrap itself around your throat instead, pressing on slightly, inducing a panic-stricken face from your part.
“cumming… take it like a good girl,” he pants, withdrawing from the kiss.
when he pumps your cunt full with his second load, he shuts his eyes tight and is barely able to contain a loud groan by biting onto his lower lip harshly.
you go completely limp, fatigued but feeling good somehow, and as your arms relax, sukuna releases his grip to reveal the bruises on your wrists from his strong grasp. he adjusts his hips so that he’s in your deepest spot possible, as his cock uncontrollably releases without end, twitching like it was relieving itself of all the piled up frustrations of his previous suppressions.
you yourself get lost in your orgasm, pussy thrumming around his dick as you try to breathe properly through his hold onto your throat. the hot feeling inside spreads, and you can feel every strong spurt of cum against your walls, like you’ve never experienced before.
the two of you remain silent for a few more minutes, resting from the physically straining session you just had. as you’re piecing together what had just gone down between you and your step brother…it sends more confusion to your mind than ever. you thought he’d hated you this whole time. you’re starting to think if this is some kind of dream.
all of those thoughts get pushed aside when sukuna begins to slowly thrust again.
“...no… why are you still–” you stare in horror and protest.
“i should take as much as i can, when i have the chance,” he tells you, giving you a lust-ridden smirk.
“my dear little step-sister.”
***
sukuna has been in the best of moods, recently. he whistles and hums around the house, and it gets your parents staring at him in awe. his body feels incredibly lighter.
you, on the other hand, are exhausted. from losing sleep and having your body bruised up and used like a fleshlight. he’d taken videos and pictures of himself fucking you senseless, and threatens that if you keep your door locked in the night, he’d spread ‘em everywhere like wildfire. he would’ve preferred not to use such a petty method, but he can’t have you slipping out of his fingers now.
almost everyday, he sneaks into your room at ungodly hours of the night, to do another indecent thing to your body… add another bruise or hickey for you to hide the next day.
and what bothers you the most, is how uncharacteristically nice he acts towards you now. definitely nothing alike to the person who used to ignore and act indifferent to you during those first few months - and you’re starting to miss those days.
so, of course, when your parents announce that they’re going on a three month long vacation, you drop your spoon at the dinner table, while sukuna’s eyes light up with an impish nature.
“wha- are you serious?” you ask with nothing short of a horrified expression.
“that sounds like a good idea. you guys deserve a good break,” he speaks with that fake ass smile of his, which gets you gritting your teeth.
“thank you sukuna,” your mom says, paying no mind to your opposition.
“your dad and i will take this chance to just relax, go sightseeing and spend some quality time together! we’re both looking forward to it,” she continues. sukuna’s father places his hand upon hers, and they smile at each other, oblivious to your terror.
“quality time, huh?” sukuna repeats, his lips creeping up into another awful smirk. “that sounds exciting.”
and then, under the table, he gently caresses your inner thigh, while he takes another bite of his steak.
when it’s finally time for the parents to leave, you and sukuna stand outside the house while the driver hauls their luggage onto their car.
“don’t get too wild, sukuna,” his father warns him, patting sukuna on the shoulder.
“there’s no need to worry. i’ll be too preoccupied with something else to throw parties,” he responds casually, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“oh? have you finally decided you’ll take your studies more seriously?” his dad says jokingly. they laugh together, while you stand awkwardly between them.
“be good, y/n. and don’t skip your meals, alright?” your mother holds your hand affectionately.
“i’ll be fine,” you say, looking towards the ground.
you watch as the car gets further and further away - until it is no longer visible to your eyes.
once both you and sukuna get back inside the house, he stretches himself out with a loud groan and yawns. you’re unable to meet his eye, as you look away from where he stands.
“they’re finally gone,” he states, walking over to the sofa to sit himself down.
“what should we do to celebrate? watch a movie? eat something nice?”
it irks you, how he acts so nonchalant, knowing what he was going to do with you later.
“why are you acting so nice?” you question with a provocative tone of voice, yet still averting your gaze away from him. you don’t see it happen, but sukuna’s smile fades from his face almost immediately. he gives an exasperated sigh before getting up again and walking towards you.
startled, you step back slowly as he approaches, until eventually your back hits the wall and you’re cornered by him. tension thick and uneasy, you cower under his stare. he leans his arm against the wall behind you, while his other hand grabs your face to make you look at him properly.
“why? you want me to be mean instead? you want me to bully you?” sukuna asks with a low voice.
“if that’s your preference, then so be it.”
“that’s not-”
you yelp when he pinches your breast sharply and then grabs you by the hair.
“you like this? hm?” he questions, his tugging getting harsher.
“stop- it hurts…” sukuna shoves you against the wall with a good portion of his strength, and it puts you into shock.
“speak up! can’t hear a thing you’re saying,” he replies with an unforgiving voice.
you suddenly remember back to when you’d privately begged your mom to stay, to cancel the vacation and stay by your side. and how she refused - asking for a reason why she should do that. you remember being unable to say anything to her.
if only you’d told her why. told her about this. about him.
the thought of that brings you to tears, and all of a sudden you can’t stop crying before him. sukuna’s cold expression doesn’t falter yet, but his grip on your hair loosens up a bit.
“what’s wrong, lil sis? i’ve barely gotten started, and you’re already pathetically weeping.”
you don’t answer him, only sobbing harder.
he lets go of you and begins wiping your tears away, eyes mellowed out a bit.
“see? this benefits nobody. i prefer seeing your tears of pleasure, rather than pain,” sukuna relents, his large hands coming to touch your face.
“i wish you wouldn’t take my kindness for granted,” he keeps talking, while making sure you’re still listening to him. “we have a whole three months together. let’s get along, yeah?”
he flashes you that falsified smile once again, squeezing your cheeks together as you pout.
once he leads you back to the sofa, he sits you on his lap and turns the tv on, claiming that he wants to spend some quality time with you. get you to warm up to him a little more, hopefully. you can’t do anything more than just sit in silence, and glue your eyes to the screen.
ISTG MINORS DNI FFS PLS
TW: Noncon, double penetration, size kink, corruption kink, group noncon, gaslighting, mindbreaking, torture, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.
And without further ado, enjoy… if you’re the same kind of crazy as me.
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There are syrupy rose petals spreading their sweetness on your tongue as your feet soak in wild honey. White silk is draped loosely over your frame. Baby’s breath is braided into your hair along with golden threads. Looking out from your raised velvet dais, you see rows and rows of villagers, paying obeisance to you.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit, pervert!curse!sukuna, light hints to his monster form, degradation, sukuna ‘breaking into’ your house, somonphilia, jerking off with your panties
Climbing over the railing to your balcony, which has the doors wide open. Your curtains flutter softly in the light breeze. While you are curled up underneath your blanket.
Quietly walking to the foot of your bed, where he grabs your bedsheets. Reading your bedside clock stating 4:32am, while he slowly drags the blanket off your body.
You roll onto your back, scrunching your nose up while the blankets slips off you. Showing you went to bed in his shirt, and that is ridden up over yours hips, showing your dripping wet pussy and slicked up thighs.
Sukuna’s cock strains in his jeans which are tighter now. So he reaches down and unbuttons his jeans. While he closes your small room to grab the first pair of panties he could find. Before returning back to to the foot of the bed, where with your panties balled up in his fist he holds them up to his face.
Slowly breathing in the musky scent of your pussy on your panties. He softly groans, “So fucking sweet. You don’t mind if I borrow these right? I can cum on them then stuff them in your mouth while I eat your pussy out. So I don’t hear you bitching about getting noise complaints from your neighbors again.” While he pushes his jeans down and frees his cock. And you roll onto your side away from the chill air coming through the window.
Curling up on your side and Sukuna a better view of your dripping pussy. He smirks as wraps your panties around his aching cock. Just as your eyes flutter open and you start looking for your blanket, patting around the bed confused.
Only to freeze when you see Sukuna jerking himself off slowly at the edge of the bed. Laying back down and spreading your legs for him.
He says, “Filthy little slut spreading your legs for the monster that just broke into your house. And offering me your sweet tight dripping pussy.”
Warnings/tags: chubby reader, bullying, bully trope, degradation, loss of virginity, smut, fingering, nipple play, nipple piercings, dirty talking, no beta/proofreading, help me tag
Summary: You get some sexy lingerie as a present and your bully thinks you dressed up for him.
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You never expected your aunt to bring you lingerie from her trip to France, but there it was, a pretty lace set at the bottom of a black box, hidden within layers of delicate, pink paper. She gave you the box with a wink, whispering that every young lady should have some pretty lingerie in her closet, before returning to the dining room, satisfied with your promise to keep the garments a secret from your parents.
You hid the box under the bed, not daring to open it with your parents at home, and waited patiently for the moment you could safely unbox it and try on the lingerie.
That moment presented itself two weeks later—your parents were going out drinking with your aunt and would leave you alone for the night. It was the perfect opportunity, and you were planning on taking full advantage of that nice Friday evening you had alone.
Once Friday rolled around, you were positively giddy, not even minding Sukun's mean comments, which only made the man more curious about your euphoric state.
"What's up with you?" he growled during lunch, stealing a meatball from your bento and popping it in his mouth.
"Just happy it's Friday, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders and frowned when he went for another meatball.
"So what? It's not like you have any plans," Sukuna snorted and chewed slowly, enjoying the taste of the food you made.
"Maybe, but at least I got the house to myself," you said, not noticing at all the pause in chewing and the mischievous glint in Sukuna's eyes.
"Oh really? And what do you have planned for tonight?" he asked, putting his elbows on the table and leaning towards you, forcing you to back off so he wouldn't hit your head with his.
"Just homework. And maybe a movie," you lied, picking up a clump of rice with your chopsticks and bringing it to your lips. You nibbled on the rice and Sukuna's gaze fell to your lips, his eyes darkening slightly.
"You're such a fucking nerd. No wonder you don't have any real plans on a Friday night. How fucking sad." Sukuna rolled his eyes and turned around in his seat before you could answer.
You continued nibbling on your rice for the rest of your break, trying to concentrate on that black box waiting for you at home and not on the harsh words Sukuna just lashes you with.
You rushed out of the school when the bell rang, not waiting for Sukuna to take you home—you've had enough of him for one day and you just wanted to relax and enjoy the beginning of your weekend.
Sukuna watched you go, his hands tightening on your helmet, his lips set in a scowl.
Your weekend started perfectly—you ordered in and took a long, relaxing bath to soothe your tense muscles and wash away your worries. You shaved and lotioned up, and even played around with your makeup, wanting to doll up for yourself.
And finally, you reached our for the box under your bed, slowly opening the lid and prying the papers away.
You gasped as your eyes fell on the set and your uncertain hands took each item out for you to analyze—the tulle felt stiff in your hands as you turned the garter belt around to see the embroidery better.
The matching set of lingerie had the same floral pattern as the belt, shades of blue, pink and purple mixing together on the transparent tulle. The outfit was completed with a pair of opaque black stockings and a matching black satin robe that would barely cover your ass. It was unlike anything you had ever owned so far, and you couldn't help but chuckle when you compared the lingerie with your plain cotton underwear.
With a shaky breath, you began dressing—you slipped on the bra and panties, and then topped the outfit with the garter belt and stockings. A small gasp left your lips when you took a look in the mirror and twirled around, looking at the thong digging in your ass before turning again to observe just how good that bra made your breasts look.
Your hands smoothed out the garter belt over your wide hips and then you patted your soft stomach, gently grabbing the fat and giggling—you couldn't help but think that you looked good and you silently thanked your aunty for buying you this.
"Oh, some heels would look really good, I think," you tell yourself and you run out of your room to look for a pair.
The phone vibrated on your bed twice while you were gone, but you don't see the message or who it's from, too preoccupied with putting on your heels and strutting through your room, imagining you're one of the pretty models walking down the catwalk and giggling to yourself.
Rhytmic music was blasting through your laptop's speakers as your strutting gave way to dancing and you swayed your hips, feeling yourself.
And then, somebody suddenly knocked on your front door, stopping you in your tracks. The smile melted off of your face and you scrambled to turn down the music, softly praying that whoever was at your door would leave. You had no such luck.
A fist rapped on your door, and you jumped at just how powerful the knocking was. You reached towards a pair of pants but a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.
"Open the fuck up," Sukuna called your named and you swore under your breath, tears suddenly gathering on your eyes. And you were having such a good night...
Your phones suddenly started vibrating on your bed and peering from above, you saw Sukuna's name. With a shaky hand you grabbed the phone and answered.
"Open up or I'm busting the door. I'm not fucking joking," he said into the reciever, and you blink away the tears fast. You won't be bullied into opening the door for him, not in your own house.
"The neighbors will call the cops if you will," you threatened, to which he snorted. "Why are you even here?" You quickly moved to your window and peaked though the blinds, only to see his bike parked outside.
"Was feeling charitable and decided to spend the evening with your sorry ass." There was another inpatient bang on your door and your cringed, praying that no nosy neighbor would spy outside their homes and see him. "Now come open the door so we can watch a movie or whatever nerds do on a Friday night."
You chewed on your bottom lip, mulling over your options. You didn't think he'd break in, so you were safe as long as you stayed inside. But you did have to face him on Monday, and who knows what he would do to punish you for your disobedience.
"So? Are you gonna open up this fucking door or do I have to stay here all night?" Sukuna grumbled, hitting the door another time to make you hurry up.
"...okay. But you have to leave before my parents come home," you bargained, grabbing the satin robe quickly and putting it on.
"I'm not fucking dumb, of course imma leave." he huffed and you could almost see his eyes rolling.
Pursing your lips, you ended the call and hurried to the front door, worried that a neighbor might catch the two of you and tell your parents. You unlocked the door and the moment the lock clicked, Sukuna opened the door and pushed his body through the crack into your home.
"Took you long eno-," the words died on his lips as he took in the robe, heels, and stockings. He shut the door with his foot and locked it without taking his eyes off of you.
"I-I just got out of the shower. Lemme just go get dressed real quick." You try to move away, but you're unaccustomed with heels that high and your foot wobbled, making you lose your balance.
You closed your eyes and brought your hands to your face, bracing yourself for an impact that never came—Sukuna was quick to drop whatever he had in his hands and lunge towars you, his bulky arms snaking round your waist to stop your fall.
Your robe came undone and the cord fell in a pile of smooth silk on the floor. The trimmed edges of your robe fell to the sides, revealing the pretty little number you have on and Sukuna's eyes slipped down your body, taking in the floral lingerie.
"Holy fucking shit," he whispered, his eyes widening and his brain short circuiting. "What the fuck do you have on?" he pulled you closer to him, even though you began squirming in his embrace.
"Nothing! It's nothing." You palms pushed on his pecs, trying hard to make him budge. "If you'd just let me go, I can change into something else."
"Now...why would I do that? Especially since you got so dolled up for me," Sukuna said and it was your turn to look at him with wide eyes. His face was relaxed, no sign of tension and his red eyes twinkled with content instead of the usual anger that consumed him.
What was he saying? Did he actually think you did all this for him?
"It's not for you." Your eyes meet and you could see how his harden slowly as he processes what you just said.
"Then who the fuck did you dressed up all slutty for?" and just like that, his walls were back up, the crease in his brow matching his scowl.
"It's not slutty!" you retaliated, pushing again on his chest but he just flexed his biceps, tightening his hold on you.
"Answer my fucking question. You have a fucking guy coming over?" He ducked his head, his face coming closer, just a few inches from yours. "That's why you didn't wanna lemme in?"
"No! I just... It's for myself. I just wanted to feel pretty," you said, your voice getting smaller with each word until 'pretty' was barely audible.
Sukuna analyzed you for a few moments, his brain rattling and seeking something nice, something romantic, to say, but his body acted before he could take hold of it.
"Of course a fat nerd like you wouldn't score a date on a Friday night," he snorted and leaned in even more—his lips were now brushing your cheek. "Don't worry though. I'm feeling rather charitable tonight," his lips travelled to your ear and he blew hot in it, making your body jump and wiggle in his arms. "So I'm gonna be your date. And seeing you're already half naked, I say we skip to the main event."
His hands came under your fat ass and grabbing the cheeks, he knead them a few times, spreading them so the string of your thong could dig deeper in your pussy and asshole. He then lifted you from the ground and orderd you to wrap your legs around his hips.
You did, your heeled feet locking at small of his back and he pinned you to the wall, trapping you plush body between concrete and hard muscle.
"Look at me," he ordered and you did. Your gazes met and you noticed, for the first time just how deep and rich the red in his eyes actually was.
Your gaze fell to his plush lips and he let out a chuckle.
"What a lil' whore you are," was what you heard before he smashed his lips into yours, kissing you deeply, almost desperately.
He bit your lower lip harshly and when you gasped in pain, Sukuna shoved his tongue inside your mouth, looking for yours to play with.
Your tongues rubbed into each other and you moaned at the feeling of the hot, slimy metal piercing poking you.
Sukuna broke the kiss, making sure to suck on the bite he delivered earlier and straightened his back.
"Better tell me where the fuck your room is unless you want me to fuck you on the couch," he whispered, his voice groggy and laced with lust.
"D-down the hall. Second door to the right." He started moving before you even finished speaking, his arms flexing as he carried you to your room.
He kicked the door open and kicked it close and noticing the bed from the corner of his eye, he dumped you on it, making your body bounce on the firm mattress.
Sukuna look around your room as you still caught you breath from the kiss and snickered—you had made a mess out of it while you were getting ready, leaving items of clothing hanging around chairs and your desk was covered in make-up products.
If he though anything about the mess, you didn't know, because for the first time, he kept his comments to himself. Instead, his eyes kept bouncing from one item to the other, almost as if avoiding your gaze, and with a gulp, he hooked his fingers in the loops of his dark jeans and shifted from one leg to the other.
"Imma ask you this once. Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, all movement ceasing so he could finally focus on you.
You opened your mouth once, then closed it swiftly, realizing that you didn't know. You hadn't fucked anybody before, and your only experiences that had been remotely sexual had been with Sukuna.
Thinking about all the times he forcefully kissed and groped you, your pussy throbbed. You wondered silently if you truly were a slut for pain like he so often liked to call you, but shook your head lighly, not wanting to think about that right then.
"Well?" he huffed, rolling his eyes, but you could clearly see the tension in his shoulders.
What a sight this was—your bully, asking to fuck you, almost begging...oh.
An idea popped into your head and before your rational side could pick it apart, you dived in head first.
"Only if you beg," you said with a confidence you didn't knew you had and you were low-key wondering if this lingerie was the source of your sudden surge of boldness.
"What? Have you hit your head while putting your bra or something?" Sukuna's whole demeanor changed as he yet again adopted a more guarded expession, his features hardening into an emotionless mask.
Nonetheless, you persisted.
"I'll let you fuck me if you beg for it," you said, your finges toying with the straps of your garter belt. Sukuna's eyes fell to your fingers and he gulped loudly, making you wonder if he was going to do it.
"I...I wanna fuck you," he said pathetically, taking a step closer to the bed.
"That's not begging," You frowned, and raised your leg, your heel pressing in the middle of Sukuna's chest, the heel digging into his shirt.
His eyes widened and dropped to your foot, which was firmy planted on his chest. His callouses hand suddenly grabbed your ankle and the heat of his skin made you jolt. You tried pulling your foot back, but you had no such luck—Sukuna was stronger than you'd ever be.
He kisses the inside of your ankle, and before you knew it, your leg was thrown to the side and Sukuna forced his body between your parted legs.
He grabbed your face, the metal rings you've never seen him wear digging into your skin, and squeezed your cheeks. Blinking slowly, his head fell forward and he was suddenly kissing you, his lips as chapped as ever.
Your eyes closed, your lips instantly opening up to him, allowing his tongue to slide in and rub on yours. You kiss for what felt like hours, Sukuna's hands caressing your curves and rolls, barely touching the expensive lingerie that adorned your body.
"Tell me you want this," he said, breaking the kiss and licking his rosy lips. His pupils were blown wide, the red barely perceptible anymore.
"I...," you began, your voice trembling, your pupils just as wide as Sukuna's. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest and you could already feel your arousal staing the colorful flowers embroidered on your panties.
"Please." The plea was bary audible, and you would have missed it if not for the short distance between the two of you.
"I want you," you whispered back and Sukuna offered you an almost boyish grin before attacking your lips again.
"Knew it," he said, quickly pecking your lips and raising suddenly, he removed his t-shirt in one fluid movement, remaining bare from waist up.
Your eyes took in the wide chest and a gasp was torn out of your lungs at the sight of his pierced nipples. Without thinking, you reached out and touched the barbel running through one of the buds and Sukuna grunted, suddenly jerking his boner into your thick thigh.
"God, do that again," he ordered and you complied, rubbing the nipple again, feeling the metal up. You began flicking the nipple up and down, your other hand coming to do the same with the other one.
Unconsciously, Sukuna started grinding his cock into you, his half-lidded eyes staring at your entranced face.
"Fu-fuck, if I would have known you like them so much I would have shown them to you sooner," Sukuna muttered and you mindlessly nodded, too focused to roll the nipples with the pads of your thumbs.
"They're so cute." was the last thing Sukuna heard before you latched to one, feeling the tang of iron mixed with the salt of his sweat.
"Shit," he moaned, barely holding himself above you. You sucked eagerly on his nipples, your eyes flickering up to look at his flushed cheeks and parted lips. Feeling compelled by his reaction, you bit on his nipple with a cheeky smile and he yelped, his whole body shuddering above you.
"Okay, you lil' bitch, enough is enough," he growled and pulled your hair and it was your turn to yelp as his nipple slipped out of your mouth with a loud pop.
His big hand came round your neck and he held you pinned to the bed as he regained his footing.
"Time for payback." He shoved his hand under you, unclasping you bra with one hand and grabbing it in the middle of your cups to pull it away. Finally, you were as bare as Sukuna and his grin mirrored the one that just slipped from your lips.
He didn't waste any time and in less than a few moments his hands replaced the cups, grabbing and kneading your tits, making you shift on your bed.
"Please, Sukuna," you begged for something you didn't know and his grin widened, revealing his sharp canines.
"Look who's begging now," he laughed and roughly pinched one of your nipples before he attached his mouth to it, soothing the pain with his tongue.
His hand travelled lower as he sucked on your nippled until it reaches your panties, and the man let out an appreciative hum when he found them damp.
"Got wet just from a few kisses and having your tits sucked on? You really are a whore." He rubbed you through your panties and your hips bucked, looking for more friction. "You even wore this slutty lil' number, knowing imma come by. Be honest, you wanted me to fuck you."
"No." Your answer earned you a smack on your pussy and you keened.
"Liar," Sukuna chuckled and clicked your garter belts open, the elastic boncing on your skin. Slowly, he began pulling your panties down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder once they were off. He clipped the garter belt back on with a gentleness you never thought him capable of and his hand slid up and down the silky material of your stockings.
"Look at you," Sukuna took in every part of your body with reverence, as if you were a god he was prostrating in front of.
His hand slipped between your legs and the pads of his fingers brushed your folds. You unconsciously parted your legs even more for him, and he chuckled and leaned over to press his nose into your neck.
His fingers found your clit and gave it a swirl, before moving towards your tight hole to tease you a bit before slipping his finger into you.
You let out a shuddered breath as Sukuna started pumping his finger in and out, and soon enough, he added another one. You moaned and whimpered as he fingered you, your hands running up and down his back, leaving scratch marks in their wake.
"Fuck yea," he said, adding another finger and making you squirm on the bed at the uncomfortable streach. "Look how well you're taking my fingers now. I remember when I could barely squeeze just one finger inside."
He fucked you with his fingers, wiggling them inside and trying to streach you more, knowing that his cock was much thicker and longer than that. The bottom of his hand occasionally brushed your clit, offering you an extra jolt of stimulation and you whined every time his palm would leave your poor little neglected bud.
"If you want something, just say it," he teased, leaving small bites on your neck and shoulders and you glared down at him, only seeing the top of his head.
"Wanna come," you said, your fingers tangling into his hair and pulling his head back.
"Yea?" He flickered your nub and your hips bucked in response. "Then let's make you come, princess."
His fingers continued moving and and out, all while the bottom of his palm grinded onto your clit. Your hips started moving on their own, trying to increase the pressure and speed. Your hands were pulling on Sukuna's hair, encouraging him to bump up the speed and he, in turn, moaned at the rough treatment, his sharp teeth in search of your soft skin.
Finally he found one of your tits and he bit, sucking in a mouthful of soft flesh and chewing on it playfully. Sukuna was also quick to find and apply pressure on your g-spot, and he had your legs shaking with a few rubs.
The muscles in your core tightened and you came with a soft whimper.
"We gonna have to do better than that," Sukuna grumbled after he let go of your tit and he nodded to himself at the sight of small indentations peppering your soft skin.
He laid you gently on the bed and began stripping of his jeans and boxers, the clothing being thrown somewhere in the room for him to find later. You eyed the heavy erection that was pointing upwards, hitting his muscled abdomen and you licked your lips in anticipation—he seemed to be even bigger than you remembered.
Sukuna pushed you on your back and quickly searched the pockets of his jeans, fishing a box of condoms out of it. He opened it and ripped the shiny foil of a condom so he could take it out and roll it on his cock.
"You ready?" he asked, climbing on the bed and getting on top of you, his lubed cock hitting your mound and making you bite your lip.
"Wait..." you said, putting your hand on his chest and pushing slightly.
"What?" Sukuna's red eyes searches your face for a quick moment and he shifted above you, making sure not to put his whole weight on you.
"I...I've never done this before," you admitted, your eyes flickering to his face to take in his expression before slipping away. He was silent for a moment, and then, he snorted.
"I fucking know that. There's no way a nerd like you fucked anybody before," he said, batting your hand away from his chest and grabbing the base of his cock once again to align it with your pussy.
The blunt head was seated on your cunt and Sukuna watched, almost entranced, how it pushed forward, parting your puffy lips and catching onto your hole. He stopped breathing as he watched your poor cunt starting to streach to accommodate his thickness and gulped the pool of saliva gathering in his mouth when he saw his cock dissapearing in your pussy, inch by inch.
"Fuck, you're so tight. Virgin pussy is taking me so well...as if you were made to be my cocksleeve," he panted, his brows furrowing in concentration as he pushed his dick in until he bottomed.
Your legs trembled around his hips and your fingers clenched the sheets—sure, he might have fingered you before, and sure, Sukuna had some pretty thick fingers, but they were nothing compared to his cock.
He stopped moving once he shoved most of his cock inside and stared closely at you, trying to make out if you were in pain or not. When he deemed it safe to move, he began bucking his hips gently into you, slowly gaining momentum.
Soon enough, your pain was forgotten and he fucked your poor pussy roughly, his fast thrusts making his balls swing and hit your ass and your tits and belly jiggle.
"Fuck just like that," he said, his hands searching for your thighs. Once he found them, he hoisted them on his hips and ordered you to wrap them around his waist, which you promptly did.
"Sukuna, please, take it slower," you begged, your cunt burning at the friction.
"Fuck no. Whores like you deserve to be fucked like this." he slapped your hip and the outside of your thigh, a small smirk coming over his lips when he heard you cry out in pain.
"Bet you couldn't wait to have your pussy stuffed like this. Too bad nobody pitted you enough to actually fuck you," he chuckled and you pouted at his words.
"That's mean," your cry turned into a moan when his cock rubbed over your g-spot, heading towards your cervix to pummel it again and again.
"Then why is your fucking pussy tightening around me every time I'm mean? Huh?" one of his hands pawed your tit, groping it and pinching your erected nipple. "Why are you moaning for my cock like a fucking whore if you don't like it when I'm mean?"
His pace increased and he sneered down at you, taking in how your head fell from side to side, refusing to acknowledge his words.
"You're a fucking little liar. A liar that gets off from being called a fat whore. Isn't that right?" Sukuna grabbed your tighs and pushed them to your chest, making it harder for you to breath.
"That's fucking right. You're my stupid little whore. There's nobody who's able to fuck you like I do," he said, eyes wild and lips parted.
He leaned down, trapping you in an uncomfortable mating press and kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth. His fat balls were hitting your ass harder as he plunged into your pussy, and you could feel the metal of his piercings pressing into your soft skin.
His coarse pubes were rubbing on your clit and you cried out at the overstimulation you felt—it was too much.
"'Kuna, imma come," your mouth opened so you could speak and a string of drool escaped, dripping down your cheek.
"Look at you, drooling like a whore for my cock," Sukuna chuckled, his tongue slithering out to lick off the drool.
"Maybe I should just ditch the condom and fuck you raw," he whispered in your ear and your pussy fluttured around his cock, pulling a grunt out of him. "Oh shit, you like that? Like thinking about my bare cock filling you up with my cum?"
"N-no," you whimpered, his pace increasing even more.
"You sure 'bout that?" He pushed your legs even more, making you cry in pain. His cockhead kissed your cervix with each thrust, making you wiggle under him.
"Too much, 'kuna." Tears gathered on the corners of your eyes, your hands coming round his back. You dug your nails into his skin, dragging them down, making sure to leave a reminder of your night together.
"You can take it. Just a lil' bit more," he said between clenched teeth, his bulky arms on either side of your plump body. "Fuck, feels so good."
Sukuna shifted, his cock pressing your bladder, and you gasped, the tears finally escaping from your waterline.
"Please, so close," you moaned, one of your hands tangling in his damp hair.
"Yea? Come on, then. Come for me." Sukana nudged your cheek with his nose before sealing your lips together, swallowing each and every one of your moans.
Your other hand slipped from his back and you stuck it between your bodies, searching for your clit. It went past the rolls of your stomach and found your mound, and finally, your fingers skimmed over your nub.
Letting out a loud moan, you began circling it, applying more pessure each time the pad of your finger went round.
"Yea, that's it, make yourself cream on my cock," Sukuna growled, and changed his position again, getting back on his haunches to thrust harder.
"Gonna come." The words barely slipped past your lips when your orgasm zapped through your body, makings your toes curl in the air and your pussy spasm around Sukuna's dick.
"Holy shit." His head fell back and his mouth opened in a silent gasp, his own hips stuttering as he felt your walls clench around him. He fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust bringing him closer to his own release.
"Fuck, knew your pussy gonna be good," he said, finally looking down at you. Your tits were bouncing and your belly and thighs were jiggling each time his cock pummeled your cunt, and your eyes were glazed with pleasure. The garter belt was digging into your stomach, leaving indents in the skin, and the stockings were beginning to tear at the edges.
"Shit, fuck...imma fucking come," Sukuna let out a loud moan, and with one final snap of his hip, cum shot out of his cock, filling the condom up.
His muscular body fell on top of yours and you could feel his hot breath hitting your neck. Your legs fell to the sides and the two of you stood there in silence for a few minutes, trying to calm down.
Sukuna stood up with a groan and pulled his cock out. The condom slipped off, the end sticking out of your hole, right between your puffy lips.
"Shit, that's so hot." He grabbed the condom and pulled it slowly, watching with wide eyes how the globe of latex streached your pussy until it came out with a loud pop.
Smirking widely, the man grabbed the tip and emptied his cum on your tits. He scooped a bit on his finger and he pressed it to your lips, smearing the cum around when you refused to open your mouth.
"Come on, have a taste. I know you want it," he ordered, and when you still refused to open up, he pinched your side roughly, making you gasp in pain. Sukuna shoved his fingers in your mouth and grabbed your tongue, pulling it out.
He spit in your mouth, and his spent cock twitched when he saw you struggling to swallow it and his sperm.
Without realizing, his hips jerked forward, rubbing his cock into the fat of your stomach, the colorful tulle of your belt scratching his head and stimulating it. His two fingers released your tongue and began fucking your mouth, making sure you cleaned him up thoroughly.
Before he knew it, his dick was standing up once more, and throwing it a glance, a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"Hope you're ready for a second round," he said, reaching for the box of condoms.
That evening, Sukuna fucked you three more times, leaving you spent in a puddle of your own cum. He climbed on his bike, throwing your window one more look before starting his engine. He took off, humming the tune of You Spin Me Round, glad to have finally lost his virginity.
warnings: nsfw, dark content, non con, degradation, brief mention of blood, brief mention of alcoholism, corruption, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, forced breeding, finger sucking, choking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, explicit language
wc: 4.5k+
summary: bad news falls upon your small town that there’s been a wolf in the woods responsible for the death of many wandering villagers, but one impulse decision to take a shortcut to your grandmother’s house leads you right to the beast, and he’s nothing like the stories you’ve heard.
a/n: if you’re not comfortable with dark themes pls do not interact! seriously, even if you’re curious this post is not the one to experiment with. this was originally written for my bf because she’s a little whore for non con and sukuna, n like im ngl i wasn’t planning for the warning list to start looking like the fuckin decleration of independence but shit here u go :p
warnings! noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, manipulation, kidnapping, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, minor blood consumption, captivity, a bit of knifeplay, mindbreak, roofie, threats
sukuna is absolutely obsessed with you, but in the most gentle, loving way possible.
one out of four.
months of watching, yearning, obsessing. and now here you are, beautifully laid out across his bed, sleeping soundly. it seems the drink he gave you worked pretty well. sukuna looms over you, his shadow casting upon your body.
“pretty thing,” he mumbles, palming your cheek. he gropes your breast, massaging your soft flesh, and then leans down, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck - taking in a deep breath. you smell as good as you look. unable to resist any longer, he decides to pull your shirt up and undo your bra while you are still unconscious.
“i was going to start once you’d woken up, but it seems i’ve lost my patience,” he tells you, knowing that his voice isn’t reaching you in the slightest bit. he brings his mouth to your chest and suckles on your perky nipples, grinding his bulge against you. he ties your arms up, just in case you decide to get feisty with him when you wake up.
once he slides your panties off, he hums as he uses a thumb to ghost over your clit. oh, how he wants to bury his cock inside you, right fucking now. he’s been waiting for this moment for so long.
“not yet - not right now,” he tells himself.
“i want you to be awake for me.”
soon enough, groggily, you wake with him in between your legs, having been getting a taste of your juices as a way to pass the time while he waited for you.
“oh - you’re finally awake, sweetheart. took you long enough. did you have a nice dream?” he asks, pressing a kiss against your slit.
the sleepiness fogs your mind, and you only feel confused as you look down at the man you’d only recently started talking to, a few weeks prior. the last memory you have of being awake, is when he offered you some tea whilst you were sitting in his living room. when the pieces come together and you realise what’s happening, something snaps within you and you try to bring your arms down, only to notice how you’ve been tied up against the bed frame, rendering you immobile. panic ensues, and you flail around with a single yelp, breathing unsteady.
“shh, love. i understand your sentiment - but do try to calm down,” he coos at you, pinning your legs to keep them still with an iron grip. enough to prevent you from moving, but not enough to hurt you.
when you look at him with widened eyes, expression pooling with nothing but fear, sukuna feels a bit of hurt stir up inside of him. fear wasn’t what he was looking for, here. but it’s okay. you’ll learn to love him eventually.
you’re about to throw questions at him, scream for help, hoping this is just some sick joke, but he puts his tongue onto you again. his taste buds caress your clit and the way he suckles makes you gasp.
“no! stop-! i don’t want this,” you sob, feeling a sense of betrayal, wondering if this is the same person you’d been crushing on for those past few weeks. the person who could fluster you easier than he could breathe. he got you shy and giggly in every conversation you had with him. you dig your nails into your palms, desperately begging to wake up from this nightmare.
“you say that, but you’re getting wetter down here,” he stops momentarily to tell you. in denial, you shake your head with tears running down your cheeks.
“i don’t want to make you cry, sweetheart; but you sure as hell look pretty doing it.”
the way he looks down at you with his lustful, crimson eyes is enough to make you feel delirious. you feel as though they could haunt you in your dreams forever.
he then continuously pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, using only his mouth. tongue snaking inside and out, swiping across your swollen and aching clit - making your tears of fear turn into tears of pleasure. you gasp for air like you never have before, hips bucking into his mouth, out of your control. it distracts you from the pain in your wrists, the binds bruising them from how you’re tugging so wildly.
“please, sukuna- no more-” you cry out weakly, a whimpering and twitching mess.
he pauses from the way you say his name.
“...i can consider it, if you say it again. my name,” sukuna says, detaching his mouth from you, a trail of spit following his lip as he pulls away.
“sukuna…” you let out without thinking, doing anything you can to get him to stop overstimulating you. the way you pant his name sends a dizzying throb into his dick. you watch as he sits himself up, only to unzip his pants and reveal his girthy, twitching cock - tip already dripping with precum.
“i-i thought you said…” you attempt to argue, tugging at your binds again, wanting to get away.
“oh doll, this and that are different things…be good for me, won’t you?”
“it won’t fit! too big,” you cry out in alarm, looking down at it.
“we’ll see about that.”
“wait-!”
you can’t protest any further once the air is pushed out of your lungs as he slides in with one go, his tip kissing the entrance of your womb. you shudder at the way he stretches you. sukuna has a firm hold onto your hips, and groans deeply from how you’re clamping around him. this is heaven. he’ll never find anyone even half as perfect as you.
“look, i’m all in. wasn’t that bad now, was it?” he asks as he wipes a single tear away from your cheek. you don’t give him a response, only weeping softly.
“aw, come on. i’ll make you feel better very soon,” he reassures you.
he starts at a slow pace, letting you get used to his size for a bit.
he’s restraining himself - as much as he wants to start pounding, he wants your first time with him to be something special, not painful. he pays utmost attention to your every change in expression, burning this image of you inside of his mind, so he can visualise it again and again even after this moment is over.
“you’re doing so well, love. you were made for me,” he tells you, his own breath becoming uneven as he drags his cock in and out of you at a lenient pace, reaching deep inside every time. the first time you show yourself sighing in pleasure, is when he runs his tongue over his own lips lasciviously to wet them, before beginning to speed himself up.
choking out a moan, your brain numbs from the intensity. you don’t know how it happened, but your legs have wrapped themselves around his waist, bringing him closer to you. sukuna has a salacious grin plastered over his face - and when you make eye contact with him, you seem to get sucked into that gaze of his, holding nothing but fierce infatuation. it’s overwhelming. you shut your eyes tight and turn away to avoid it, biting on your lower lip.
his hand comes up and holds you by the jaw, turning your face back towards him.
“open your eyes, sweetheart,” he tells you, thrusting in a particular way that makes you quiver, “i want you to keep looking at me.”
remembering the sheer strength of his you experienced first hand when he pinned your legs down just moments before, you pry your eyes back open in fear.
“so obedient,” he emphasises, bringing his face closer to your ear, warm breath fanning your skin. you feel so good around him, and he’s losing those little bits of restraint he had left in himself. nothing could prepare you for the way sukuna begins to pound into you, hips meeting hips, your pussy getting stuffed with every inch of his thick cock. you helplessly cry out, thighs trembling. he feels it around his waist, and chuckles.
“hitting a sweet spot, am i?”
sukuna’s eyes flicker over to your tied up wrists. he wants to feel your arms around him. feel your nails raking down his back. feel your sweaty palms against his skin. it’s a risky move, but he slowly unties those binds as he keeps thrusting, freeing your wrists, curious as to what you’d do in this state.
there’s a sense of immediate relief as they loosen, but it goes over your brain that you’ve just been freed. instead, your hands fly over to his shoulders for support, and you don’t realise you’re doing it. he deems it satisfying enough.
adrenaline rushes through his veins, and nothing but the thought of fucking you and fucking you and fucking you invades his mind - you look so gorgeous under him, an absolute mess that makes you all the more charming. he doesn’t look away from your eyes for a second, and neither do you. those swirls in his pupils, they seem hypnotising, and you can’t help but get sucked into his stare.
what surprises you, is the way sukuna kisses you as you get sent into another orgasm - his lips so soft, his tongue caressing yours so passionately, as if what he was doing to you wasn’t so hideously wrong. it leaves you in terrible confusion, even as he moves away from the kiss and continues to thrust into you before releasing inside. you should be hating every second of this.
he holds you so close as he grinds out his orgasm, breathing heavily while his cock twitches with every spurt of cum that spills within, and he only realises that you’ve passed out once he feels your weakened grip on his shoulder.
moments after, the water inches up against the bathtub walls as he fills it up with warm water, small gusts of steam rising along with it. sukuna gets inside of the tub with you in his arms, and adjusts your body so that your back is against his chest. noticing the bruises left behind on your wrists, he lifts one of them up and presses his lips onto it - as some form of a silent apology.
***
you refuse to eat.
it is rather peculiar, how he cooks every meal and plates it nicely for you at the same times of the day - regardless of the way you turn your head away from it with empty eyes, mouth set in a straight line. he is patient with you. he knows how much you must miss your family, friends, your former day-to-day life. but he promises that you’ll get used to this, used to him.
every night, he sleeps with you in his arms, embracing you tight enough for you to hear the beats of his heart. things would be much more comfortable if it weren’t for the chains around your ankles, creating noise if you do so much as take a single step. sukuna has varied its length quite meticulously - so that you can only reach places around his house where he allows you to.
he is concerned. you’re thinning, and it’s been a few days since you haven’t taken a single bite to eat. even as he’s started working again, he always comes back home to see his food untouched.
you think he doesn’t know what you’re up to, while he’s not around? he notices it all, the slightest shifts in the placements of his furniture. the small evidences of your attempts at seeking for an escape. he notices it, but doesn’t say a word to you. he’ll let you figure it out for yourself, the futility of these efforts.
“why are you doing this to me?” you croak out, one morning - as he’s getting dressed to go out again.
“...’why’?” he repeats back, putting his tie on. “because this one-sided obsession pains me.”
There is a long, deafening pause before he says the next sentence.
“i need you to want me, like the way i want you. love me, like the way i love you.” he turns around to look at you with a calm expression.
“but that won’t happen if you keep skipping meals like this. i fear you’ll die before we even get to start.”
he plays with a few loose strands of your hair, twisting them between his thumb and index finger.
“your loved ones are roaming around outside in search of you, sweetheart. i hate to take such drastic measures, but if it’ll get you to eat, i have no qualms on-”
sukuna stops himself when you grab the hem of his shirt, trembling greatly.
his touch is gentle as he takes hold of it, smiling.
“i’ll be back, love,” he says, after leaving a kiss onto your forehead.
it somehow, sends you deeper into the depths of this hell.
later, when he comes back in the evening, he is put into a pleasant mood upon seeing your empty food plate for the first time. it is only then, you realise why he’d been so intent on knowing what your favourite dishes were, back when you thought he was just a normal man.
***
a few weeks have passed since you started eating again. at some point, you’d gotten ill, riddled with fevers and headaches. sukuna comforted you with great care, consistently changing the cold, wet cloth on your forehead during the nights and feeding you warm soups that were easy on your stomach.
those days went by like a fog - you couldn’t think straight and could only cling onto him for support. and he gladly enjoyed your vulnerability, taking this chance to hold your hand a little longer, help you bathe, stare at you while you slept. he didn’t like seeing you so ill and fragile, but couldn’t help thinking that it brought you closer to him.
he hasn’t touched you in a lewd manner again since that first night and it makes you wonder. he could do anything he wanted to you, if he so desired. why was he treating you so…
your thoughts are interrupted when the hair dryer stops, and sukuna puts it down beside the bathroom sink. his fingers interweave through your locks, checking if there are any spots that he’s missed. he picks up a brush and begins to smooth it out.
“what are you thinking so intently about, love?” he asks, as he continues to brush.
he always firmly insists that he does this part for you, claiming that he likes looking at you through the mirror.
“...nothing,” you lie to him, avoiding his gaze.
for sure, you catch on that he knows you’re refusing to say what’s on your mind. but he again, doesn’t confront you about it. only hums as finishes up, and then brings you back to his room.
once you’re sitting on the side of the bed, you’re looking down at him as he crouches at your feet.
“do you really love me?” the question that comes out of your mouth surprises even yourself.
sukuna seems a little stunned by the abrupt query.
well, at least that’s what you assume. you can’t see his expression because of the way he’s facing your feet. he doesn’t answer immediately, only finishing up those shackles around you first. when he looks up at you afterwards, there is the softest smile on his face as he brings your hand to his mouth, giving it a small peck.
“yes. i love you - from the very bottom of my heart.”
the chains have never felt heavier around your ankles.
***
and so, you’ve somewhat gotten accustomed to living under these conditions. little by little, you notice how he’s loosening up the walls he’d built around you and the outside world. he lets you watch tv when he’s gone, instead of just restricting you to the books in his collection. sometimes he brings you to the window to let you peer at the blue sky, even opening it up for you to get some fresh air when he’s in a good enough mood for it. often, you find yourself anticipating his return home.
it’s morning, on a weekend. you can only tell its the weekend because sukuna is staying home today. you hear him in the kitchen, chopping up what sounded like vegetables in the kitchen for breakfast. when he’s able to eat all three meals with you, he likes to go all out with his cooking.
turning the tv on, the news that happens to take over the screen is a missing persons case. your eyes widen as your face is shown. the reporter says your full name. the chopping sound from the kitchen stops.
your hands are shaking as you switch to a different channel immediately, to a random soap opera, side-eyeing where sukuna stood still. a few seconds of quiet passes - with only the tv noises ringing in the air. you almost let a sigh of relief out when he resumes his chopping.
however, the shock from the news makes your head sting. like a wake up call. what are you doing here? don’t you want to see your family and friends? they must be spreading awareness of your disappearance. your heart ached for them.
but how? sukuna has you in an iron grip. there is not even a small ounce of opportunity that he allows for you to escape, not when he’s not around. you’d have to think of an elaborate plan-
“sweetheart. breakfast is ready,” he tells you, coming up to embrace you from behind. the suspicious timing makes all the hairs on your body stand up. relax. you have to play nice. act like nothing is wrong.
you touch his arm and smile nervously at him.
***
the clock ticks in the middle of the night. you wake, but not purposefully. you sit up, and look back at sukuna, who is still asleep. your mind remains empty for a few seconds, and you shift your legs without thinking - only to notice how unusually loose they feel.
quietly, you lift the sheets. your intuition is correct. they are not fastened properly, and you can easily pry them open. you put a few seconds to waste just from the sheer surprise you feel. do you dare believe that he could’ve been so careless enough to not tie you down properly?
it doesn’t matter, you tell yourself. the only thing that matters is that the chains are loose and that this is possibly the only chance you’ll have to get out of this place. with a hitched breath, you slide your feet out of the shackles, and carefully get off of the bed. he does not stir while you do this.
cautious steps take off across the hall as you head down to where the entrance to the house is. normally, your chains aren’t long enough for you to venture out to this area of his place. all the windows have been bolted shut. and to your dread, there is a lock that keeps the door in place, keeping you from your freedom. you have no idea where the key might be.
with a frantic mind, you head over to the nearest room you could find and start rummaging. it could be anywhere.
a few hours pass, and there is still no sight of the key. frustrated, you fumble an object and it goes tumbling off the desk, onto the floor with a loud noise. freezing up, you stare at the fallen object, unable to move. the silence that follows is unbearable - and you can’t tell if that might’ve been loud enough to wake him or not. you make your way back to his room, with your heels raised up.
hovering at the doorway, you breathe out quietly, as you see how he is still in the bed, chest rising and falling at a slow pace. in a couple of hours, the sun would rise. you have no confidence of finding the key without accidentally alerting him before then. your eyes ghost over the chains, which gives you an idea. you can put him into captivity.
however, you stop after only having taken a couple to strides towards him. various thoughts run through your mind. what if the key was hidden somewhere around here? hidden cleverly by him in plain sight. he could reach and stop you easily. once he traps you in his arms, it would be game over. defeated, you retreat with balled fists.
mindlessly, you enter the kitchen. by this time, your eyes have adjusted well to the darkness around you, so you are able to catch sight of the knife holder that is placed upon the counter. one of them hasn’t been pushed in all the way, so a section of the blade can be seen from where you stand.
…dead. if he’s dead, you’ll have all the time in the world to find that key safely.
your hand seems to wrap around perfectly against the handle, and it feels comfortable to hold.
when you actually stand before him, all that determination you had suddenly washes away from you. in replacement of it, comes panic. you cannot help but question yourself. is this alright? is it okay for you to do this? his words, i love you - from the very bottom of my heart, haunt you - and you believe that they will continue to, for the rest of your life.
you bring the blade closer to his neck. love me, like the way i love you.
your breathing becomes unsteady, and the knife suddenly feels dense, too dense for you to be holding, and you can’t seem to bring it down into his flesh. a cold sweat breaks out upon your skin, and a million different thoughts scatter within your brain, all at once. conflicting emotions and adrenaline course through your veins, and yet also, those feelings you’d felt when he enveloped you in his warmth came by in flashes, throwing you into disarray.
“go ahead. do it.”
his voice instantly silences the chaos inside of your mind.
“i don’t mind, if it’s you.”
sukuna opens his eyes slowly, and smiles up at you. his poor sweetheart, sweating bullets because you’ve never killed a person before. even when you’re holding such a dangerous weapon, like he anticipated you would, you look so adorable.
“my love. do you have what it takes to kill a man?” he asks, before sitting up.
you don’t offer him an answer, only trembling as you stand before him. he smirks and gently takes your hand, the one that is holding the knife, and brings it closer to his own neck. so close, that the tip pricks his skin, and a small trickle of blood rolls down. your eyes widen.
“i don’t mind, if it’s you,” he repeats.
“i don’t mind, if it means you’ll continue to think about me - for the rest of your life.”
your resolve, that had already been fragile, crumbles into a million pieces, the knife clattering against the floor along with it. you break into a hysterical sob, because you can’t-
sorrow, guilt, anguish… it all overwhelms you so much. but it only shows in the form of hics as you bury your face into your hands, not knowing what you should do anymore.
sukuna brings you into his arms and coos at you, with a composed smile on his face. wipes your tears away. he wasn’t lying when he said that he wouldn’t mind - but in the back of his head, he knew that you couldn’t. you cling to him so desperately, the wetness of your eyes staining his shirt, and it makes him wonder if you were the same person who had tried to kill him seconds ago.
you’re still weeping when he pulls you into a tender kiss, and he just can’t help himself when you’re being so cute, so defenseless for him. you can’t gather the strength to stop him (or are you purposefully letting him? you don’t know anymore.) as he lays you onto his bed and laces his fingers with yours, fervently kissing your neck this time.
you can feel how every touch of his causes your sanity to ebb away bit by bit, bringing you down into a dark abyss where you’re slowly starting to forget the faces of your friends and family. replacing them with only images of him. i hate him. i hate him. i hate him. (do you really? the way you sharply inhale when he brings his tongue to your nipple tells a different story.)
there is obvious conflict deeply rooted within your eyes, even when you kiss sukuna back, tugging his shirt up. you’re still crying, you never stopped since you started, and its beginning to give you a headache. you don’t want to think about anything. you want to stop thinking.
“of course. i can help you with that,” he purrs gently, pressing a kiss against your forehead again. were you saying your thoughts out loud? you didn’t even notice.
“there’s no need for you to think about anything, sweetheart. just let me make you feel good.”
its not long after when he slides his cock inside of you, with a soft groan. he treats you like you’re made of glass, and somehow, it feels so different from the first time he fucked you. he’s so warm, the warmest he’s ever been, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his hips meet yours at a set rhythm that inches you closer towards your orgasm with every thrust.
sukuna’s exploring your mouth with his tongue, making it impossible for you to think about anything or anyone else, like he’d promised you. large hands roam around your body, and you swear you’d felt more than two of them at some point, all working to further taint your conscience. a familiar tightness coils within your abdomen.
lewd moans emerge from the pit of your throat, but they don’t get the chance to be clearly audible, as his lips are latched onto yours. when he pulls away to allow you to breathe, you catch sight of the blood that was still visible on his neck. you swipe a thumb over it. he bleeds. this man is human, just like you. it is hard to believe. sukuna’s eyes glint with interest at your gesture, and he proceeds to catch your wrist. your mind is in a haze from the intense pleasure of his cock brushing up against your plush walls, but you clearly watch as he licks his own blood off of your thumb, giving off a slight ticklish sensation, before leaning down to intertwine tongues with you again.
it coats your tastebuds and you can’t comprehend whether this disgusts you or thrills you. perhaps a bit of both. sukuna doesn’t stop, and keeps on kissing you until he is sure that you’ve savoured all of him.
“how do i taste? tell me, love,” he asks you, panting as he doesn’t stop fucking into you. his smile is lecherous as his cheeks burn with a red hue, terribly aroused by the idea of you relishing him.
“good… so good…” you mumble mindlessly. he draws out another breath and admires you with a twisted grin on his face.
“oh sweetheart…you have no idea…” he begins to say, but you fail to hear the rest. it falls into inaudible muttering. you wonder what it could’ve been. but thoughts get whisked away when he suddenly pushes gently onto your abdomen. you’re close.
sukuna puts his mouth against your shoulder, only to suckle on your skin. you rake your nails down his back in response.
and then, just like that, ryomen sukuna consumes you whole. your legs wrap around him, and you choke out a moan, back arching beautifully for him as he fills you up. mind and body, engulfed entirely with the very essence of his being. he feels a kind of satisfaction that travels beyond just physical as he looks down at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head.
this is sukuna’s love - from the very bottom of his heart.
High School AU! SENIOR YEAR OFC!! Sukuna pushing you into boys bathroom stall and deepthroating you before school bell!! Ties your arms up with your shirt, pushes you down, hands in your hair and voila~
Tw for noncon
Mmm are we talking about mean jock Sukuna, captain of (insert sport here) and all around trouble maker? Mean Sukuna who picks on everyone, not even his supposed ‘girlfriend’ is safe from his snide remarks or brutal observations. Sukuna who takes a liking to just grabbing whoever he feels will do the best job that day and dragging them into the boys bathroom, crowded with underclassmen trying not to be his next target and classmates who don’t bat an eye when you pass them and get shoved into a dirty stall.
Forced to your knees, the only thing you can see is the front of Sukunas jeans as he forces them in your face, shoves your nose into the sweaty fabric of his underwear as he works himself up with the friction your face brings. You feel the brush of his pubic hair before you ever see it, unkempt and messy. But you can’t dwell for long on the pungent odor of too much body spray mixed with sweat and whatever is covering the floors of the bathroom.
All you can dwell on is Sukuna forcing his cock into your mouth, not even fully hard but leaking bitter precum down your throat. You can’t even push away to grab your bearings before Sukuna is wrapping a hand around your throat and looming over you, growling in your ear that you better be a good little slut or he’ll drag you by your throat around the whole school with his cum spilling out of your mouth
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