I wish none of this had happened. So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
୨୧ — The shop bell chimed, signaling another customer just as you were wrapping up with Mrs. Hanamiya, who had been deciding between lilies and roses for her daughter’s wedding… for what felt like an eternity…
“Just give me a few more minutes,” you called apologetically over your shoulder, “finishing an or-”
You didn't finish your sentence.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, lifting you effortlessly. Before you could process what was happening, Sukuna had thrown you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, your face dangling against his broad back.
“S-Sukuna!!” you gasped, the breath knocked from your lungs. Your face burned with embarrassment, “I-I have a client!”
Mrs. Hanamiya stood frozen, her mouth agape as she watched the tattooed, vermillion eyed man carry you toward the door.
“Shop's closed,” he growled to the stunned woman, “Get lost.”
She gaped, clutching her purse to her chest, “I-I- I beg yo-your pardon?”
Sukuna's patience, minimal at best, evaporated entirely, “Did I fucking stutter? Get. Lost.”
You twisted against his grip, mortified. “Sukuna, please- Mrs. Hanamiya, I’m so sorry-”
“We'll reschedule,” the woman said hastily, gathering her things and backing out the door, “I'll just... call later…”
Sukuna didn't wait for her to leave. He turned and carried you through the shop, your body still draped over his shoulder. You caught a glimpse of Mrs. Yamamoto's shocked expression before Sukuna kicked the door shut behind him.
“Have you lost your mind?” you hissed, pounding unsuccessfully at his back as he carried you toward his motorcycle parked at the curb “That was an important client!”
"Don't care," he replied, the vibration of his voice rumbling against your stomach as he stopped beside the bike, “need my wife.” With one fluid motion, he swung you off his shoulder and planted you firmly on the seat, your feet barely touching the ground.
“What has gotten into you?” you demanded, trying to maintain your anger despite the flutter in your stomach. There was something undeniably thrilling about being manhandled by him, even if the timing was god awful.
Sukuna didn't answer. Instead, his eyes raked over you, dissecting every inch of your simple work dress as if he could already see the flesh beneath. The heat in his gaze alone was enough to make your nipples harden to stiff peaks against the thin fabric of your dress, the sensitive buds aching for his touch already.
Grabbing his helmet, he roughly shoved it onto your head, the sudden darkness and weight disorienting you. Before you could adjust it, he swung his leg over the bike and settled in front of you, the movement forcing you to slide backward as leather met your thin panties- the fabric useless as your pussy lips splayed open against the seat's surface.
“Closer,” Sukuna commanded, reaching back to haul you against his spine. You wrapped around his torso, your nipples immediately dragging against his muscled back through your dress. He peeled out, the sudden acceleration forcing you to plaster yourself against him, your pussy grinding against the seat with each movement.
Every acceleration pressed your swollen clit against the seat, every pothole and turn created friction that had you biting your lip to stifle whimpers. Your pussy grew wetter with each passing minute, thoroughly soaking through your panties until you could feel your slick coating the leather beneath you.. The friction was maddening- too much and not nearly enough.
When Sukuna abruptly veered off the main road, cutting down a narrow alley between two buildings, he killed the engine in the shadows, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant roar.
You were about to ask why he'd stopped when he reached back and yanked the helmet off your head, tossing it carelessly aside. Before you could speak, he was off the bike, turning to face you with a grin you know all too well…
“Sukuna, what ar-“
He cut you off by grabbing your waist and pulling you forward on the seat until your knees bracketed his hips, the movement causing the seam of your panties to drag along your slippery slit, making you gasp. “Quiet woman. You think I didn’t notice...?” he growled, his fingers biting into your skin through your sundress, hard enough to leave marks that would bloom like bruises by morning- his favorite kind of flowers on your skin.
You blinked up at him genuinely confused and thrown off, “What are you talking about?”
"That little shit who delivered your package this morning before I left to drop off our brat." Sukuna's hand shot out, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze. “Saw the way he looked at you- my wife, like he had a chance or some shit.” His thumb dug into the soft flesh of your cheek, making your lips part involuntarily.
Understanding dawned, and despite the dangerous look in Sukuna's eyes, you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped, “That's what this is about? Sukuna, he was just being polite and doing his job- it's called customer service.”
“It's called asking to die,” Sukuna countered, his thumb dragging across your lower lip, pulling it down slightly to expose the wet part of your inner lip. “And his job doesn't include eye fucking my woman…”
Pre cum beaded at the tip of his cock, a dark stain spreading across the front of his jeans as he ground himself against your spread thighs, “You're mine. And I think you need a reminder.”
You should be annoyed… He had just dragged you away from work and embarrassed you in front of a customer, all because of some ridiculous jealousy. But instead, your lips parted further without thought, tongue darting out to taste the salt on his thumb before he pressed down against it. Your pussy clenched around nothing, the empty ache inside you growing unbearable. Your body yearned to be stretched around his veiny cock, to feel every ridge and vein dragging against your gummy walls.
“Here?” you whispered when he removed his digit, glancing nervously at the mouth of the alley where people occasionally walked past, “But… someone might see..." Your voice came out breathier than intended, thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips, the thrill of possibly being seen making your pussy weep even as shame burned your cheeks.
A wolfish grin spread across Sukuna’s face, “Let them watch,” he growled, one hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your dress higher to reveal the wet stain spreading across your lace panties, “Maybe they’ll film it, post it everywhere. 'Innocent flower girl gets raw dogged by a criminal in an alley'- bet it'd go viral.”
His fingers traced the soaked edge of your underwear, “Christ, you're fucking dripping… Your clit's so swollen I can see it throbbing. All this from a motorcycle ride? Or were you this wet in the shop, thinking about getting fucked while serving that old hag??”
The crude words made you whimper, your hips unconsciously tilting upward, seeking more from him- cunt clenching visibly beneath the thin material, the outline of your swollen lips clearly visible through the translucent, soaked fabric. A strand of your arousal stretched between your thighs as he pulled the panties aside, exposing your dripping slit to the cool alley air.
“Sukuna,” you breathed, unable to form more coherent thoughts as he slid one thick finger through your folds, collecting the sticky sweetness that had gathered there.
“Such a mess,” he murmured, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours “tastes like fucking honey. My sweet little flower, dripping all over herself at the thought of getting fucked in public.”
You heard the clink of his belt, then the rasp of his zipper as he freed his massive cock. The veiny shaft stood proudly against his stomach, the swollen purple head leaking pre cum that rolled down the impressive length in pearly beads.
Your mouth watered at the sight, your gummy walls clenching desperately around nothing. You'd never get used to the sheer size of him or how pretty his cock actually was- the way the thick mushroom head flared out, how the prominent veins snaked up the shaft, how the weight of him felt heavy in your hand or against your tongue.
“Please,” you heard yourself beg, hardly recognizing your own voice, “I need it. Need my husband to-.”
Sukuna's eyes darkened further, his grip on your waist tightening as he positioned himself at your entrance- dragging his swollen tip through your folds, gathering your slick to ease his way... “Need what? Use your words, and say it properly.”
“Your cock,” you gasped, past shame, past pride, “pleasepleaseplease- I’m going to go crazy if you don’t fuck me!”
The smirk that spread across his face was pure fucking sin, “Since you asked so nicely.” Without warning, he slammed into you to the hilt. Oxygen left your lungs in a harsh gasp as you were stretched wide around his girth.
A strangled cry escaped your throat as he bottomed out, the swollen head of his cock kissing your cervix, battering territory no other man would ever explore.
“Nngh- shit,” Sukuna grunted, his jaw clenched as your pussy strangled his cock, “Always so fucking tight. Like your cunt was made for me and only me.”
He pulled back until only the tip remained inside, your walls clinging to his length, reluctant to let him go. Then he slammed forward again causing the motorcycle to rock beneath you.
The sound of footsteps made your blood freeze.
Someone was walking down the alley… Coming closer and closer with each second. You tried to straighten up, to somehow make this look less fucky, but Sukuna's hand firmly pressed you back down against the bike.
"F-fuck- s’kuna-“ you babbled frantically, “Someone- hah- someone’s coming-“
“So are you,” he replied cruelly with a smirk, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing mercilessly. “Maybe we should stop?” His hips slowed fractionally, a cruel tease that had you whimpering pathetically.
“W-wait! Don't!” you cried out, beyond caring who might see now, “Don't you dare- AH!!! Please don't stop!”
A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, “That's my dirty little wife. Wants the whole world to see how her tight cunt takes her husband's cock.”
A strangled moan escaped you as pleasure overrode your embarrassment. The footsteps slowed, then stopped completely. You could feel eyes on you now, witnessing your defilement... But who the fuck cares? Your husband felt too good, his cock addictive and making your brain turn to mush.
Sukuna didn't slow his pace. If anything, he fucked into you harder, each thrust making the prettiest wet noises as your pussy took him greedily.
Through the haze you were dimly aware of a strangled gasp that wasn't yours or Sukuna's- the unfortunate passerby who'd gotten more than he’d bargained for.
Your husband looked up at the intruder, his lips curling, and without breaking rhythm, he tangled his hand in your hair and forced your head to look in the strangers direction.
“Look,” he commanded, “show him who you belong to.”
You should be horrified, should be begging Sukuna to stop, to at least let you cover yourself. Instead, you found yourself moaning louder, your pussy creaming around his pistoning cock as your tongue lolled out.
His teeth found the sensitive junction where your neck met your shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave marks as he continued to pound into your weeping cunt. The slight pain was the final push you needed, sending you hurtling over the edge into a blinding orgasm- eyes locked with the shocked stranger who’s eyes were fixed on your bouncing tits and where Sukuna’s cock continued to disappear into your ruined hole..
Your walls clamped down on his cock milking him as your vision whites out- making a mess around him, soaking the seat beneath you, your thighs, his jeans- everything within reach of your squirting cunt.
You could feel your face burned with humiliation, tears of pleasure and shame mingling at the corners of your eyes. The stranger -a businessman with a hard on- stared for one frozen moment longer before hastily turning and practically running away.
“That's right, run,” Sukuna called after him, laughing darkly, “she’s mine.”
Sukuna panted, his thrusts becoming uneven as he chased his release, “Gonna paint your cervix white, fill you up nicely. WHo knows, maybe you'll get lucky and find yourself carrying my brat again."
"Yes," you sobbed, "GOD YES!!!"
With a low, almost pained guttural groan, Sukuna buried himself as deep as possible, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside you. You could feel each hot spurt painting your inner walls, the warmth of his seed bathing your cervix just as he promised.
For a few minutes, neither of you moved, both catching your breath as you came down from your highs. Sukuna remained buried inside you, savoring the warmth, his cock giving occasional twitches as your walls continued to flutter around him.
When he finally pulled out, his cum immediately started dripping from your used hole, mixing with your cream in a sticky mess down your thighs and onto his once clean bike.
“Fuck, that's pretty,” he murmured, eyes fixed on the mess between your legs, watching as his seed dripped from your ravaged entrance onto his leather seat. Your pussy lips remained parted and swollen, unable to close properly after the thorough attention they'd received from their favorite cock.
Despite the roughness of moments before, his touch turned gentle as he gathered you against his chest. One large hand cradled the back of your head, pressing your face into the crook of his neck where you could breathe in his scent that always made you feel safe, no matter how rough he'd just been.
“You alright?” he murmured against your hair, his voice softer than anyone else ever got to hear it.
“Mmm,” was all you could manage, still floating in post orgasmic bliss. You felt him chuckle before he carefully rearranged your dress.
“I'm not apologizing for being jealous,but I'll make it up to you. Run you a bath, cook you dinner." His smirk returned, “Then ruin you all over again in our bed.”
Situating you back on his bike- kickstarting the engine, he looks back at you, “Now hold on, I'm taking my woman home.”
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