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TELL me these photos don't scream brat tamer. THE LOOK ON HIS FACE oh my god i can hear it now.
"oh?" "is that so?" "say that again for me?" "i didn't quite hear you."
the vampire armand loves a bratty little slut to tame - he gets sooo cocky, lets you run your pretty little mouth and sass him again and again, lets the slight annoyance build up in his gut until you make him snap, he knows your boastful little remarks mean nothing, and if he wanted to he could have you on your knees in seconds.
loves reading that little pang of fear sprouting in your chest, he smells the slight tinge of arousal as he leans in and asks you to repeat yourself - danger in his words that you know he means.
the immediate obviousness of the power dynamic when it's tested is his favorite thing. gripping your jaw painfully, tilting his head with that devilishly perilous smile that tells you everything you need to know about who it is that's in charge, and why it's not you.
"you'd be wise to not speak to me like that again, dear."
Sukuna hated how sharp your tone got whenever you were upset with him. It was obvious too and you were the only one in the estate who could be as petty. he clears his throat before speaking, his gaze avoiding yours, “Wife.”
The first time the two of you crossed paths in two days and you looked at him as if you wanted nothing to do with him. The maids couldn’t even cut a grape with how tense the air was. Him avoiding your eyes only made you click your tongue and bow.
Moving to walk past him, he turns around just as quickly, frantically grabbing your wrist, “WAIT!”
Eyes widened, breaths were caught, and you were annoyed.
clearing his throat once more, he lowers his voice immediately, “wait. please.”
now you’re sitting in his chambers, on his large bed, your hands rested in your lap gracefully. your gaze sharp enough to make the room feel smaller, he stands before you nervously looking everywhere but at you.
“I’m sorry.” he lets out quietly, opening his mouth to continue, “I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that. when you clearly worried.”
he glances at you in between words, feeling like a puddle under the weight of your gaze, sweat beads at the corner of his temples, worried you would dismiss him, he continues. “I was frustrated and took it out on you.”
He looks up from your feet, a falter of your expression no where to be seen, he kneels in front of you, gently taking the back of your hands into his palms, “I may not deserve your forgiveness,”
his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your wrists, “But I would love it if you found it in your heart to forgive a fool like me once more.”
he dips his head into the palms of the hands smaller than his, his eyes closed, eyelashes kissing the middle of your hands as he pressed himself there, awaiting for your forgiveness.
a small huff leaves you, followed by a defeated sigh. your fingers curl into his face, cupping gently. you lift up his chin, his ruby red eyes meeting yours as they looked at you with such longing.
you find yourself leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his eye, a small sign of your grace.
The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but tug at the feeling, leaning into the palm of your hand while he melts into your touch.
wore a white dress and walked in the rain to the barracks so all the knights could see my skin peeking through the fabric and i said “oh my, excuse me ladies, it seems i got myself lost in the downpour… i’m all alone and no one even knows i’m here…” and they just gave me warm clothes and made me soup so i didn’t catch a cold and escorted me back to my room. i fucking hate chivalry
cw: explicit, creampie, fucking your boyfriend’s best friend.
You’re straddling Sukuna on his oversized couch, riding his thick cock balls-deep inside you as you ride him. His large hands grip your ass, guiding you up and down his massive length while your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. Sukuna’s tattoos flex as he leans back, crimson eyes locked on your bouncing tits and the fucked out look on you.
“Shit—you’re tight as hell,” he growls, thrusting up to meet you. You were both definitely burning in hell for this because…
your phone suddenly vibrates on the cushion beside you. The screen flashes Toji<3. Your boyfriend. And the cock you were currently fucking youself on? Your boyfriend's best friends’.
Stupid ass reflex takes over as you snatch it up and answer before you realize what you’ve done. “H-hey,” you say, voice shaky and far too breathy.
Sukuna’s eyes snap wide open as his hands freeze on your hips, cock twitching violently inside you. A rare flush creeps up his neck and cheeks as he stares at you in pure disbelief. He mouths “Are you fucking stupid?” but his hips give a small, involuntary buck upward, pushing his cock deeper.
Toji’s deep, gruff voice comes through the line. “Hey, baby. You still over at Kuna’s? How’s it goin’?”
Sukuna looks genuinely flustered for once and tries to stay still, but his cock is throbbing so hard inside your soaked pussy that he can’t help but give another slow thrust. You bite your lip hard. “Y-yeah… we’re just hanging out. I—ah—miss you.”
“Good. Put that bastard on the phone for a sec. Wanna ask him somethin’.”
Your stomach drops as Ryomen looks so regretful he didn’t grab your phone before you did and above it all, he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he sits up slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you flush against him as he takes the phone. His cock stays buried deep inside your sopping pussy. Sukuna clears his throat, his voice strained, “What do you want, Fushiguro?”
Toji sounds casual as ever. “Just checkin’ in. You takin’ care of my girl? She eat yet? She gets hangry if you don’t feed her.” Sukuna’s grip on your ass tightens almost painfully as he starts fucking you again harder. You bury your face in his shoulder to muffle your whimper, pussy clenching hard around him.
“Yeah… she’s being well taken care of,” Sukuna says as he punctuates the words with a sharper thrust, making your breath hitch. “Real full right now.” He continues as he starts bouncing you on his cock with more force.
Toji laughs. “Good. Don’t let her walk all over you. She can be a handful. You two watching the fight highlights I told you about?” Sukuna’s breathing is getting ragged. He fucks you harder, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple while he holds the phone with the other. “Mmm… yeah. Intense shit,” he grunts, the last word rough as your walls flutter around his thick cock. “She’s really into it.”
You’re shaking, biting down on his shoulder to stay quiet, “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it,” Toji says eventually. “Tell her I’ll pick her up later. Thanks for keepin’ her company, man.”
“No problem,” Sukuna replies, teeth clenched as he slams you down onto his cock particularly hard. “Anytime.” The second you hang up, Sukuna tosses the phone aside and flips you onto your back in one rough motion. He looms over you, flushed and visibly pissed off at how turned on he is.
“You fucking idiot,” he snarls, sliding his cock through your wet slicked pussy from clit to teasing you with the tip. “Answering the damn phone while my cock’s inside you—”
You moan loud now that you can, nails raking down his back. “Couldn’t help it—fuck, Kuna—c’mon put it inside—”
His tattoos ripple across his chest and shoulders with every heavy breath, “You couldn’t help it?” he repeats, “Reflex, huh? Stupid fuckin’ reflex got my best friend’s voice in my ear while your pussy was creaming all over my cock.”
He slaps your pussy once with his cock before pushing in slow making you feel every thick girthy part of him. He pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand, leaning down so his mouth brushes your ear. “You almost got us caught, you really want that? Think Toji wants a video? Should we send him one, hm?”
He releases your wrists so he can grab your thighs, folding you nearly in half as he drives into you harder. You try to keep a straight voice but end up moaning your answer. “Oh don’t act so holier than thou, you—hnngh—manwhore. Fucking y-your best friends girlfriend? Best friend award of the century goes to—s-shit, right there, Ryo.”
He laughs as he folds you deeper, your knees nearly touching your shoulders. His massive body pins you down, cock spearing into you. “Manwhore?” He repeats mockingly, “Yeah? Says the slut who answered her boyfriend’s call with my dick stuffed inside her. Could’ve hung up. Could’ve ignored it. But no—you picked up like a good little girlfriend while your pussy was dripping down my balls.”
You cry out, “F-fuck—Ryo—!”, your small hands grabbing onto his muscles flexing as he uses you. He leans down, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark before licking over it. “Toji’s gonna pick you up soon… and you’re gonna be limping, cunt swollen and full of my cum. Think he’ll notice?”
The dirty thought makes you clench violently around him. Sukuna groans, eyes rolling back for a second before he doubles down, pounding you hard. Sweat beads on his skin, his normally composed face twisted with pleasure. You nearly scream, pussy gushing around his thrusting cock as your whole body spasms while you cum. Sukuna doesn’t slow down, fucking you straight through it with wet thrusts until your eyes are watering. “Shit—yeah, you like that idea, don’t you?”
You try to look away from him, turning your head but he grips your chin forcing you to. “Oh-h, shut up, Ryo. Just-t fuck me harder,” you whimper, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of your eyes.
He slams into you harder, faster, as your juices coat his shaft and drip down to his balls. Thick, hot spurts flood deep inside you, pulse after pulse until it’s leaking out around his cock.
He grinds deep through it, making sure every drop stays plugged inside you. He stays buried deep as you both pant, “Answering the phone with my dick balls-deep in you like it’s nothing. Reflex my ass. You wanted him to hear how well I’m taking care of this pussy.”
He finally pulls out with a wet sound before slapping your ass, “Now go clean up before your boyfriend shows up and I have to pretend I didn’t just rail his girl again.”
a/n: I NEED KUNAAAAA also I would so do this to get back at toji for doin something shitty hehe
𝜗𝜚 Sukuna gets turned on when you’re mad with him.
more like this
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“I can’t even begin to tell you how pissed I am right now.” You huff, sweeping the shards of shattered blue glass into a corner to be collected. “That vase was a gift, Ryomen, you know that, I asked you to be careful and you broke-“
“Misplaced it.” He finishes for you, still manspread lazily on your couch like he’s waiting for you to climb into his lap. “And it was an ugly fucking vase anyway, I don’t know why you care.”
“I can’t believe you!” You laugh humourlessly, broom forgotten on the floor as you stalk over to prod an accusing finger into his toned chest, compression shirt folding in on itself at the pressure of your fingernail.
“It was a gift! A present! From our friend-“
“I don’t even like her.” He retorts, “You heard me gettin’ annoyed when she wouldn’t shut up last Saturday.”
“I don’t care what you think!” Your voice raises in volume as he stands, towering over you in a sheer wall of muscle that would make you drool if you weren’t so annoyed.
“It was a gift, from my friend, and I don’t care what you want to fucking think, Ryomen, because it’s my apartment too!” You continue, eyes wide and hair messy as it messes out of the loose updo you had it in for cleaning.
“In fact, you clearly weren’t thinking at all, because if you were you wouldn’t have smashed that stupid vase! God, you can be so fucking incompetent sometimes-” your finger continues poking at his chest while you glare at him accusatorially, anger bubbling over the longer he keeps looking at you like… that.
Eyes low and dark, a slight smirk playing across his face, tattooed arms held obediently at his sides to allow your hand more access to dig into his skin through the shirt. And, possibly the most affronting of all-
“Oh my fucking god. Are you seriously getting hard from this?” You groan, pinching your nose bridge.
“You can’t blame me.” Sukuna says, large hand tensing as it runs down to rest on your waist, “you’re looking at me like that, all hot and angry, and you don’t expect me to wanna bend you over and fuck all of your attitude out?”
“I don’t-“ you choke, tensing when a thumb swipes over your bottom lip, “I don’t have an attitude, I’m just pissed you broke my vase-“
Sukuna is close now, lips only an inch away from yours. His nose brushes past your jaw as he skirts sharp teeth over your pulse point, tongue flicking out just barely to ensure you lose your train of thought.
“Sure, you don’t.” He breathes, pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “Still gonna fuck you.”
And oh, does Sukuna like to keep promises.
“You’re such a- hah- fucking asshole!” You moan, smushed into the pillows and flat on your stomach as Sukuna lies his full weight upon your back.
“What was that, baby?” He says, salmon tufts of hair tickling the skin of your shoulder when he leans down to suck at your skin.
“I s-said- mmfh!” A huge hand plants itself firmly on the back of your skull and shoves your face into the pillowcase even harder than before; drool soaks into the fabric from your open mouth as words fall flat.
“I can’t hear you.” Your boyfriend snickers, punctuating his mockery with a few relentless thrusts. Slick dribbles onto the sheets, and you mentally note down another thing to get mad at him about.
Angry sex with Sukuna is one thing, snarling teeth and sharp nails, but sex when it’s just you angry? Another thing entirely.
You’re so, so indignant- when you’d shoved him into the room, tongue furiously pushing against his as you wriggled out of your clothes, your intention was to lie him out flat and really hand it to him.
Which would have happened, had Sukuna not tossed you onto the mattress face-first like a ragdoll.
What an asshole!
“Hate you-“ you gasp, clawing at the sheets, painfully aware of how deep his cock is when you feel it practically bruise your cervix on every pass. You'd slap him out of fury if you weren't so sure he'd probably just moan and lick your palm.
“Are you sure?” Sukuna laughs, teeth digging into your shoulder. He knows you hate when he does that, because ‘I can’t wear a tank with this!’ and ‘what if Shoko sees?’
He doesn’t really understand the whole ‘what-if-Shoko-sees’ thing, because Sukuna is more than glad to show his friends the marks you leave all over him. Ranging from scrabbling, deep criscrosses of nail lines across his back to the purple bruises your mouth leaves, they never hear the end of it.
You hate when he does that, too.
“You obviously don’t hate me enough, do you, because I can feel your little cunt sucking me in every time I bite.”
You can’t argue with that, you begrudgingly admit to yourself; you are clenching around him, around the blunt pressure he keeps providing your sweet spots with as gloss dribbles out of your pussy and squelches between your hips.
“M’gonna cum-“ you splutter out, biting your lower lip and futilely kicking your legs about.
“Hold it.” It’s not a request- it’s an instruction; you wriggle under him, spine twitching into a curve, and wait.
“Shit, shit-“ he grits his teeth, enamel clenching, and cums.
You take it as permission- crying out and cumming around him, fluttering through each peak as Sukuna’s hips never falter in their pace.
It fills you up- as usual- and drips out in thick swathes that make you cringe when he dips to swipe his fingers through the mess.
Lips press softly to your nape.
“Banned.” You pant, catching your breath to roll onto your back and swatting away Sukuna’s tattooed hands when they reach conspicuously towards your bare tits. “No tits- and I’m still mad about the vase.”
Sukuna sulks uncharacteristically, thumb just brushing the underside of your chest. “What vase?”
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a/n: this was so fun to write LMFAO I love arguing with men
