Art from to00fu!
โฆ.cw : stalking, toxic dynamics, sex
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna seeing you for the first time at that trashy frat party. His eyes are locked on you from across the room, his knuckles white as he grips his red solo cup, completely losing his mind the second he clocks you.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna walking up to you with that cocky, arrogant smirk that usually works every damn time. He tries to pressure you into going upstairs to his room right then and there, but you hit him with such an ice-cold, disgusted look that his ego practically shatters. You just turn your back on him, leaving him standing there looking like a fucking clown.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying to save face by circling back with a fresh drink for you, but you donโt even spare him a glance. You step around him like heโs just another piece of trash in the hallway, and heโs left feeling like a total loser, watching your back as you walk away.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna spending the rest of the night pretending to listen to his bros bragging about football, but in reality, heโs tracking your every move. He doesnโt even realize how much of a creep he looks, neck craned awkwardly just to keep you in sight.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna watching you laugh at some other guyโs joke. A sick, stinging envy curls in his chest, making him want to howl.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna waking up the next morning with a pounding head, but he doesn't give a shit about the hangover. Youโre the only thing consuming his thoughts.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna grilling everyone on campusโfrom RAs to terrified freshmenโuntil he finds out your major and what classes you like, typing every detail into the Notes app like a total stalker.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna digging up your socials in one night, scouring your TikTok likes to see what kind of guys youโre into. When he finds a video of some guy who is his total opposite, he lets out a pathetic, guttural groan and buries his face in his pillow.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna liking every single one of your posts, praying youโll notice his pathetic efforts and follow him back. When you don't, he just ends up getting blackout drunk with Toji again.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying a new approach by kissing up to your friends to get any scrap of info on you. He grumbles under his breathโmentally sulking like a kicked puppyโwhen you spot his desperate attempts and shoo him away. He drops his head and slinks off, feeling like a beaten dog.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to give up, finally changing his entire class schedule just so he can sit next to you. Now, he gets to stare at you every single day.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna haunting you twelve hours a day. Heโs in the library, the dining hall, outside your dorm. He notices your eye twitching, the way you keep looking over your shoulder, growing more and more paranoid. But he canโt stop. Heโs fucking obsessed.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna sitting in his room at night, jerking off to your photos. His hand tightens around his cock to the rhythm of his ragged breathing, his lips silently forming your name, terrified to actually say it out loud.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna overhauling his wardrobe to match the aesthetic of the guys you post on TikTok, desperate for a shred of your attention.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to quit. At the next party, he approaches you again, fully expecting to get shut down. He cracks a stupid, nervous joke, and thenโyou smile. His heart skips a beat, and he breaks into an idiotic, lovesick grin.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna feeling his jeans grow painfully tight when you casually take a drag of his cigarette, your lips brushing against his fingers.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna blushing to the tips of his ears when youโre wasted and press into him for warmth by the bonfire. Heโs too scared to even put an arm around you, so he just stands there, stiff as a board, inhaling the scent of your hair and praying this moment lasts forever.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying to play the gentleman while walking you to your dorm. He keeps his hand on your waist, but his fingers are burning with the urge to slip lower, to the panties heโs dying to pull off. He holds back because youโre drunk, and he wants you to remember him as something more than just another horny prick.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna falling asleep with a massive, dopey smile on his face after seeing that you finally followed him back on everything.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna getting off to your simple text, "You were sweet," his cock throbbing in his hand as he texts back, "Did you like it?" When you send a drunk voice note whining about how much you love it when he acts like a pathetic simp for you, he cums so hard his body jerks off the bed.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna stalking you across campus the next day. When you finally reach out and touch his shoulder, he craves nothing more than for you to never let go.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna becoming your personal pack mule, carrying your books, waiting outside every single one of your classes to walk you home. You smile at him, and his entire world starts and ends with you.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna barely holding it together when you send him spicy photos. His hand goes straight to his pants, but he forces himself to reply with something witty, even though his skin is crawling with the need to rip your clothes off and pin you to the wall.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna sending you a video of him jerking off and whining for you when you ask for proof. When you reply with a photo of your dripping pussy, he drowns his phone screen in his own cum.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to leave your side at the next frat party. His eyes are practically begging you to stay when you mention wanting to talk to your friends. (His bros roast him for it. He couldn't care less.)
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna feeling his heart soar when you lean into his ear and whisper that you want to fuck. His breath hitches and his hands shake with pure anticipation as he drags you to his room, already picturing you beneath him.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna waiting for your permission, hovering over you, tugging at the hem of your shirt. Heโs breathing hard, inhaling your scent, terrified of messing up. The second you nod, heโs tearing your clothes off.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna worshipping your pussy, licking you with pure, feral reverence. His cock is so hard heโs ready to blow his load just from the sound of your first moan.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna damn near coming the second he slides inside you. His eyes roll back, his hips moving on instinct. He hears your scream, and it drives him faster, deeper, his nails digging into your back.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna begging you to let him go faster, his voice cracking as you scratch his back in time with his rough thrusts. Heโs pounding into you so hard the bed frame is practically screaming against the wall.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna bending you over, lips pressed against your ear as he whines about how long heโs wanted you, how heโs obsessed over you every single night. His voice trembles as he asks if heโs doing it right, if you like the way heโs fucking you, scared to death that youโll tell him to stop.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna letting out a quiet, wrecked moan when you squeeze his cock too tight, his hips bucking into your hands, desperate for release.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna finishing with a loud, guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside you. He watches you, broken and satisfied, before collapsing on top of you, gasping for air.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna holding you tight afterward, arms wrapped around you so you canโt leave. He pretends to be asleep, terrified that if he opens his eyes, youโll have disappeared.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna grinning like the biggest simp on earth when you kiss him in the morning, leaving your panties on his pillow with a promise that youโll do it again. He grabs your hips, begging you not to go, his eyes shining with pure, unadulterated hope.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna, who is obviously going to ask you on a date tomorrow and spend the entire time begging you to let him bury his face back between your thighs and lick your dripping pussy until youโre coming all over his face.
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Summary: After the battle with Sukuna, Satoru Gojo returned a different man. His body bears countless scars, and he no longer knows how to let anyone close. Now, you have to become his wife.
cw: scarjo, arranged marriage, first time, emotional hurt/comfort, smut
Youโre lying on your back, staring at the ceiling as your heart hammers frantically against your throat.
The air in the room feels thick, heavy with the lingering scent of sake, incense, and something elseโsomething distinctly masculine, alien, and yet, it belongs to you now. You draw the scent deeper into your lungs, desperately trying to get used to it.
Itโs his scent.
The master suite of the Gojo estate.
His room.
The wedding kimono weighs on your shoulders like lead, and that ridiculous headdress feels like itโs going to snap your neck at any second. You hear the muffled voices of the guests dying out behind the sliding doors, the distant sound of a door clicking shut, and thenโsilence.
Twenty minutes pass.
Or maybe it's an eternity.
You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the silk sheets, trying to steady your trembling knees. A cold void is blooming in your chest, tangled with a strange, sticky dread.
You knew this was coming, sooner or later.
Youโd known since you were sixteen, when the Elders first officially announced your engagement. Back then, it felt like your world had ended. You remember that dayโyour father reading the scroll, your mother nodding in approval, while you sat there, paralyzed, feeling the floor fall out from under you.
He was nearly twenty-seven.
You were terrified, shaking to your core, while he was already a grown man, the strongest sorcerer alive, a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High. You remember being led to the estate garden that same day for a formal introduction.
You walked along the stone path, gripping the hem of your kimono, feeling small and utterly insignificant. He stood beside the koi pond, tall, white-haired, his eyes hidden behind that signature blindfold. He still wore it back then. That same sharp, mocking smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
You'd flinched at his presence because youโd overheard him talking to an Elder just before you stepped out. You werenโt supposed to hear, but the wind carried his voiceโirritated, almost cruel:
"Sheโs just a kid," his tone was dripping with disdain. "A stupid, naive girl. I don't need a wife, especially not someone like her. This whole thing is pointless."
You didnโt hear the rest.
You ran, huddled in a corner, and sat there for a long time, knees pulled to your chest, trying to hold back the tears. You didn't want to be a burden. You didn't want to be someone who repulsed him. But when your father ordered you to the garden, you obeyed, as you always did.
You remember approaching him timidly, barely making a sound. He turned to you, tilting his head slightly. There was no warmth in the way he looked at you. Just curiosity. And something else. Something you couldn't quite name.
After that, you saw him at gatherings a few times, always distant, with that perpetual half-smile that you felt was meant only to bait the Elders.
He was beautiful. He was powerful. He was... kind to you.
At least, he never looked at you the way the others didโlike you were an object, a convenient business transaction, an incubator for the next generation of the Gojo clan.
But that was before.
The creak of the door pulls you from your memories. Your entire body jolts, and you feel your heart skip a beat. You stare at the floor, at your pale knuckles white from gripping the fabric, and a cold shiver runs down your spine.
Gojo stands in the doorway for a few moments. You canโt see his face, but his gaze is heavy enough to make your skin prickle. Then he walks past you. You hear the rustle of fabric, a light thudโheโs discarding his outer kimono, hanging it on the stand.
The room is deathly quiet, broken only by your ragged breathing and his measured, steady exhales.
You lift your eyes.
Heโs facing away from you, and you can see his broad shoulders, his back mapped with scars. A quiet, startled gasp slips past your lips when you notice themโlong, jagged, pink and white lines crisscrossing his back like a map of the battles heโs won.
They look even more gruesome against his pale, perfect skin, which used to be flawless. And nowโฆ
Satoru freezes. Just for a heartbeat.
Then, slowly, almost reluctantly, he turns his head, eyes cutting toward you. He doesnโt look directly at you, just listens. The silence stretches, tight and suffocating, and you realize he heard your gasp. You bite your lip as heat floods your face.
He finishes shedding his clothes, left in his loose trousers, barefoot. He hesitates, then turns to face you. You see his face now. His eyes, usually hidden by the blindfold, are exposed, but thereโs no trace of that caustic smirk you remembered.
Just cold, exhaustion, and a strange, almost painful detachment. His gaze settles on youโon your hunched silhouette, your trembling fingersโand there isn't a flicker of warmth in his eyes.
Satoru takes a step toward you. Then another.
He stops right at the edge of the bed, towering over you. You feel small and insignificant, like a mouse before a snow leopard. You look up, and heโs so tall you have to tilt your head back. His face is impassive, his lips pulled into a thin, flat line.
"We have to do this," he says abruptly.
His voice is flat, almost mechanical, devoid of emotion. "Take off your clothes."
A sob rises in your throat, but you swallow it down, biting your lip until it tastes like copper.
He is the strongest. And you are his wife, and you have to play the part.
You no longer recognized the man standing before you.
You donโt know this stranger looking at you like youโre just empty space. But for some reason, looking at his scars, at his tired eyes, something inside you aches for the Satoru Gojo who used to smile at you.
You pull yourself up on shaky legs.
Satoru immediately takes a step back, as if afraid you might touch him. Your stomach twists with hurt and resentment, but you keep the tears at bay. You start undressing, fumbling with the silk ties and knots.
You remember your mother telling you that a husband should undress his wife on their wedding night, that itโs a symbol of his power and her submission. But Satoru doesn't touch you. He just stands to the side, watching your clumsy efforts, and there isn't a shred of desire in his eyes.
You freeze for a moment, recalling your first meeting, when your father forced you into the garden so Gojo could "inspect" you. He had caught you by the elbow to keep you from falling into the pond. Back then, his fingers touched your skin, and you felt warmth.
Now, he stands three steps away, and there is an infinity between you.
Youโre down to your shift, standing before him nearly naked, head bowed, fingers clawing at the hem of your gown. You want, God, you ache for him to want you. Just a little bit. Even a spark of desire.
Heโs beautifulโeven the scars don't ruin him; they just make him look more rugged, more weathered, moreโฆ more human, more different.
But you donโt dare look at him, feeling small and undeserving.
You reach out, almost on instinct, wanting to touch his armโjust the brush of a fingertip. But your fingertips meet an invisible wall. His Infinity. Even now, in this moment, he keeps his barrier up, never letting you get close.
A stray tear slips down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it away.
Satoru looks down at you, then says, grimly: "Lie down."
You nod obediently and scramble onto the bed.
You donโt know how to lie, so you just freeze on your back. Your knees and fingers are shaking. You stare at the ceiling, not daring to look at him, listening to the rustle of clothes as he sheds the rest.
The mattress dips under his weight as he climbs up, kneeling between your legs. You instinctively bend your knees, feeling his proximity, your shift riding up your thighs, exposing your skin.
"Iโm sorry," he exhales quietly.
Your breath catches.
His palm touches your knee, gripping it. You flinch at the contact. He spreads your legs, wider, and you lie exposed and painfully vulnerable.
You want to cry, to scream, to run, but you hold it in, fingers white-knuckling the sheets. Gojo hesitates, positioning himself between your thighs. He pushes your shift higher, almost to your waist, trying hard not to graze you. You see from the corner of your eye how his gaze is locked on your hips, and a burning shame makes you turn your head to the wall.
The blunt tip presses against your entrance.
Youโre nearly dry, and everything inside you is clenching in fear and pain. You know thereโs supposed to be foreplay to make this easier, but you also know he isn't ready to touch anyone more than absolutely necessary.
The fight with the King of Curses didn't just break his body.
When he pushes inside you, you cry out in pain and shock, digging your fingernails into the sheets. Satoru freezes, looks up at you, meets your pale face and averted eyes, and rasps through gritted teeth:
"Just bear with it. Itโll get better soon. Itโs only painful the first time."
He pushes deeper, you cry out louder, he stretches you, filling you completely. Tears prick at your eyes, but you hold them back, biting your lip. Pain radiates through your lower belly; you clench around him, trying to adapt to his size, to his presence inside you.
Satoru slows down, changing positions, hovering over you.
He braces one hand beside your head. The other supports his weight as he moves slowly, methodically, until he's buried deep inside you. His face is distorted with tension, sweat beading on his forehead.
He stares at your squeezed-shut eyes, at the way you avoid his gaze, and he grinds his teeth. His hand grips your thighโit hurtsโand he thrusts one last time, all the way in.
You both freeze.
Only heavy, ragged breathing breaks the silence.
A minute passes. Two.
Satoru pulls his hand from your thigh and slowly begins to move. It still hurts inside, it burns, and you bite your lip until it bleeds, trying not to sob. He moves slowly, almost carefully, but every thrust sends a sharp, pulsing ache through your body.
Your nails dig into your palms.
Beads of sweat roll down your forehead. Satoru gets on his elbows, hovering over you. You jerk under his heavy thrusts, but unconsciously, you reach out to him, wanting to touch his shoulder to make it feel less harsh, but Satoru immediately catches your wrists and pins them to the bed above your head.
Your eyes lock.
You look terrified, confused; he looks irritated, almost frantic at your attempt to touch him.
"Don't touch me," he snaps. He knits his brows together, then adds, softer: "I know. This isn't what you expected."
You swallow, remaining silent.
Your gaze drifts away, and you hear him make a bitter clicking sound. His shoulders shake with a hollow laugh. You look back at him, but heโs already looking somewhere else, anywhere but at you.
"If it helps, you don't have to look," he mutters. "Or just close your eyes. If I disgust you."
It takes you a second to realize heโs talking about himself. His scars. His appearance. A painful ache settles in your chest once more. Satoru begins to move again, but this time his thrusts are sharper, almost angry.
The anger isn't aimed at youโyou can feel thatโbut you still tremble beneath him. His massive body looms over you, pinning your wrists, and you flinch at every strike.
You whisper before you can stop yourself:
"Thatโs not true..."
Satoru slows down, eyes snapping back to yours, his shoulders tensing. You look him dead in the eyes and repeat it, quiet but firm:
"You don't disgust me."
He frowns, not believing it, so you dareโyou wrap your knees around his hips and pull him closer, forcing him to sink into you completely, letting out a sharp breath of your own. Now, almost defiantly, holding his gaze:
"You don't disgust me."
You let go of his hips and hesitantly reach for him again. "Iโฆ can I?"
Satoru stares at your palm for a second, then at your face. A flicker of something warm and raw crosses his features; he gives a faint nod and releases your wrists. You place your palms on his chest, feeling his fever-hot skin and the rough, raised lines of his scars under your fingertips.
You stroke him, tracing the uneven lines, his shoulders, his neck. Satoru squeezes his eyes shut, leaning into you, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. He presses his entire body against yours, light as a feather.
Heโs trembling.
No one has touched him in a long time. Especially not like thisโgently, with tenderness.
"These scars don't make you ugly," you whisper into his ear.
"Youโฆ youโre the most beautiful man Iโve ever seen."
Satoru catches your hand, pressing kisses to your fingers, then your wrist. You let out a small, quiet laugh, and he feels you tighten around him, thrusting into you unconsciously.
"You saved us," you continue, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
Satoru goes perfectly still.
"If it weren't for you, we wouldโve all perished. No one else could have beaten him. You are the strongest. Your scarsโฆ theyโre proof of your strength and your courage. You were ready to give everything to protect this world."
Your words only spur him on.
A wave of heat washes over you. Satoru lifts his head, looking at you with a strange, hungry intensity. His hands slide under your shift, finding your breasts.
He nuzzles into you, rubbing his face against your chest, covering it in kisses.
His first kiss hits your neck, and you moan, throwing your head back. He whimpers in response, setting a new paceโfaster, desperate. He touches you everywhere, and you do the same, your fingers roaming his shoulders, his shoulder blades, his stomach, his face.
He groans when you kiss his scars, he whines when you tighten around him, and he begins to fuck you deeper, faster, more desperately.
He doesn't trust you. He can't.
Thereโs too much pain, too much betrayal, too much loneliness.
When your arms slide around his back to pull him closer, he flinches and freezes for a split second.
Heโs not used to being held. Heโs not used to tenderness. But he craves it so, so desperately.
Satoru presses into you, burying his nose in your hair. He finishes inside you with a low, plaintive groan, collapsing his full weight onto you, lying still, feeling your heat, your arms holding him tight.
You lie still, feeling the weight of him. After a few seconds, he shifts, looking worried that he might be crushing you. But you look fulfilled, content, a small, soft smile playing on your lips.
When you finally look up, you find him watching you in the dim light. He reaches out, tentatively, and pulls you against him. His embrace is shy, trembling, like he doesn't quite know how to do this.
Like heโs forgotten what itโs like to be close.
"Do you remember that the Elders are going to demand an heir?" you ask softly, staring up at the ceiling.
Satoru clicks his tongue, pulling you tighter, looping an arm around your waist and starting to slowly peel your shift away, unable to get enough of the sight of your body.
"They can't say anything to me," he mumbles into your hair. "Theyโll have to wait, since you aren't ready yet."
You look up at his face in surprise; he brushes his lips against yours. You taste him, running your tongue over the faint scar on his upper lip. Satoru gives you a boyish grin, that same sharp, devilish smirk youโve come to love.
"Who said I wasn't ready?"
You weren't, reallyโbut it seems like you wanted to be.
Satoru searches your face for a long moment, as though waiting for the hesitation, the fear, the uncertainty. None of it comes. Only then does the corner of his mouth lift into that familiar, crooked grin you'd almost forgotten.
"Well, if they want Gojo heirs that badly," he begins, his voice dropping to a low, husky register, "weโre going to have to try really, really hard."
"Yeah?"
"We definitely need to get in a few more attempts," Satoru purrs into your ear.
He grabs your thigh under the knee, jerking it toward your chest with one swift move, and settles between your legs, opening you up completely. You gasp, and he kisses you againโdeep, greedyโand you can feel that heโs already hard and ready again.
"Don't worry," he whispers against your skin, thrusting into you slowly, "I know what I'm doing. Weโll get it right."
You let out an excited whimper at the deep thrust.
"I am the strongest, after all," Satoru winks at you.
You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands sliding down your back, pressing you into him.
You aren't scared anymore.
Not beside him.
The night is going to be a long one.
Beside himโbeside your husbandโyou aren't scared at all.
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Art from to00fu!
โฆ.cw : stalking, toxic dynamics, sex
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna seeing you for the first time at that trashy frat party. His eyes are locked on you from across the room, his knuckles white as he grips his red solo cup, completely losing his mind the second he clocks you.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna walking up to you with that cocky, arrogant smirk that usually works every damn time. He tries to pressure you into going upstairs to his room right then and there, but you hit him with such an ice-cold, disgusted look that his ego practically shatters. You just turn your back on him, leaving him standing there looking like a fucking clown.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying to save face by circling back with a fresh drink for you, but you donโt even spare him a glance. You step around him like heโs just another piece of trash in the hallway, and heโs left feeling like a total loser, watching your back as you walk away.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna spending the rest of the night pretending to listen to his bros bragging about football, but in reality, heโs tracking your every move. He doesnโt even realize how much of a creep he looks, neck craned awkwardly just to keep you in sight.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna watching you laugh at some other guyโs joke. A sick, stinging envy curls in his chest, making him want to howl.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna waking up the next morning with a pounding head, but he doesn't give a shit about the hangover. Youโre the only thing consuming his thoughts.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna grilling everyone on campusโfrom RAs to terrified freshmenโuntil he finds out your major and what classes you like, typing every detail into the Notes app like a total stalker.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna digging up your socials in one night, scouring your TikTok likes to see what kind of guys youโre into. When he finds a video of some guy who is his total opposite, he lets out a pathetic, guttural groan and buries his face in his pillow.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna liking every single one of your posts, praying youโll notice his pathetic efforts and follow him back. When you don't, he just ends up getting blackout drunk with Toji again.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying a new approach by kissing up to your friends to get any scrap of info on you. He grumbles under his breathโmentally sulking like a kicked puppyโwhen you spot his desperate attempts and shoo him away. He drops his head and slinks off, feeling like a beaten dog.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to give up, finally changing his entire class schedule just so he can sit next to you. Now, he gets to stare at you every single day.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna haunting you twelve hours a day. Heโs in the library, the dining hall, outside your dorm. He notices your eye twitching, the way you keep looking over your shoulder, growing more and more paranoid. But he canโt stop. Heโs fucking obsessed.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna sitting in his room at night, jerking off to your photos. His hand tightens around his cock to the rhythm of his ragged breathing, his lips silently forming your name, terrified to actually say it out loud.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna overhauling his wardrobe to match the aesthetic of the guys you post on TikTok, desperate for a shred of your attention.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to quit. At the next party, he approaches you again, fully expecting to get shut down. He cracks a stupid, nervous joke, and thenโyou smile. His heart skips a beat, and he breaks into an idiotic, lovesick grin.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna feeling his jeans grow painfully tight when you casually take a drag of his cigarette, your lips brushing against his fingers.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna blushing to the tips of his ears when youโre wasted and press into him for warmth by the bonfire. Heโs too scared to even put an arm around you, so he just stands there, stiff as a board, inhaling the scent of your hair and praying this moment lasts forever.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna trying to play the gentleman while walking you to your dorm. He keeps his hand on your waist, but his fingers are burning with the urge to slip lower, to the panties heโs dying to pull off. He holds back because youโre drunk, and he wants you to remember him as something more than just another horny prick.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna falling asleep with a massive, dopey smile on his face after seeing that you finally followed him back on everything.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna getting off to your simple text, "You were sweet," his cock throbbing in his hand as he texts back, "Did you like it?" When you send a drunk voice note whining about how much you love it when he acts like a pathetic simp for you, he cums so hard his body jerks off the bed.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna stalking you across campus the next day. When you finally reach out and touch his shoulder, he craves nothing more than for you to never let go.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna becoming your personal pack mule, carrying your books, waiting outside every single one of your classes to walk you home. You smile at him, and his entire world starts and ends with you.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna barely holding it together when you send him spicy photos. His hand goes straight to his pants, but he forces himself to reply with something witty, even though his skin is crawling with the need to rip your clothes off and pin you to the wall.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna sending you a video of him jerking off and whining for you when you ask for proof. When you reply with a photo of your dripping pussy, he drowns his phone screen in his own cum.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna refusing to leave your side at the next frat party. His eyes are practically begging you to stay when you mention wanting to talk to your friends. (His bros roast him for it. He couldn't care less.)
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna feeling his heart soar when you lean into his ear and whisper that you want to fuck. His breath hitches and his hands shake with pure anticipation as he drags you to his room, already picturing you beneath him.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna waiting for your permission, hovering over you, tugging at the hem of your shirt. Heโs breathing hard, inhaling your scent, terrified of messing up. The second you nod, heโs tearing your clothes off.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna worshipping your pussy, licking you with pure, feral reverence. His cock is so hard heโs ready to blow his load just from the sound of your first moan.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna damn near coming the second he slides inside you. His eyes roll back, his hips moving on instinct. He hears your scream, and it drives him faster, deeper, his nails digging into your back.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna begging you to let him go faster, his voice cracking as you scratch his back in time with his rough thrusts. Heโs pounding into you so hard the bed frame is practically screaming against the wall.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna bending you over, lips pressed against your ear as he whines about how long heโs wanted you, how heโs obsessed over you every single night. His voice trembles as he asks if heโs doing it right, if you like the way heโs fucking you, scared to death that youโll tell him to stop.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna letting out a quiet, wrecked moan when you squeeze his cock too tight, his hips bucking into your hands, desperate for release.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna finishing with a loud, guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside you. He watches you, broken and satisfied, before collapsing on top of you, gasping for air.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna holding you tight afterward, arms wrapped around you so you canโt leave. He pretends to be asleep, terrified that if he opens his eyes, youโll have disappeared.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna grinning like the biggest simp on earth when you kiss him in the morning, leaving your panties on his pillow with a promise that youโll do it again. He grabs your hips, begging you not to go, his eyes shining with pure, unadulterated hope.
Pathetic frat-boy!Sukuna, who is obviously going to ask you on a date tomorrow and spend the entire time begging you to let him bury his face back between your thighs and lick your dripping pussy until youโre coming all over his face.
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Whenever Sukuna touches youโeven if it's only to help you stretchโhis touch is always just a little rougher than it needs to be, lingering a second too long. Every time, a rush of heat floods through you.
After evening rehearsal, you're a mess. Your muscles are screaming, especially your left hip and groin. You know that if you donโt get a proper stretch in right now, you're going to be completely wrecked tomorrow morning.
Youโre leaning against the wall, arched deeply, your left leg hiked up so high your heel is almost touching your shoulder. Your leg is trembling from the strain as you try to get your toes toward your ear, knee bent.
The stretch is already pulling through your inner thigh, the groin crease burning, and you hiss through your teeth when you tell Sukuna to push harder.
Sukuna is standing right there, lazily leaning against the wall. Heโs holding your ankle, his grip tightening slightly as he slowly forces your leg higher.
"Like this?" he asks, his tone laced with a lazy, mocking smirk.
You nod, arching your back deeper, your spine popping softly, and murmur for him to press harder.
Sukuna lets out a low, unintelligible grunt, but he obeys. You can hear his breath hitch when he sees your body yielding beneath his hands. He steps behind you, bracing the leg you're balancing on with his own so you don't slip.
His gaze travels over your neck, your shoulder blades, the taut line of your hamstring, and he doesnโt bother hiding his hunger.
"Such a good girl, aren't you?" he purrs, his voice dripping with condescension.
His other hand drifts to your lower back, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip bone before sliding lower, settling on your ass, bunching up the fabric of your loose shorts. They fit you a bit baggyโyou like to be comfortable when youโre stretchingโbut now the fabric shifts easily under his touch as he yanks you back against him, deepening the position.
The stretch deepens, the burn sharpening into something almost painful, and a shaky breath slips past your lips.
Sukuna freezes for a split second, and you feel his hands tremble slightly, his breathing growing heavier. He chuckles, his grip on your ankle tightening as he lifts your leg that much further.
His thumb strokes the inside of your thigh, sliding lower until it catches on the hem of your shorts, where the fabric is already damp and clinging to your pussy.
You flinch when his finger touches you through the fabric, your voice cracking into a startled squeak.
"Sukuna!"
He smirks, not pulling away. He presses his thumb more firmly against you through the fabric, feeling the material soaking wet beneath his touch.
"Just look at you," he growls, and your entire core clenches.
Sukuna presses himself flush against you, stepping between your legs, his cock hard and hot against you through his pants. You let out a shuddering breath as he gives his hips a sharp thrust forward, grinding against you.
"So fucking wet," he says, his voice dropping into a rough, raspy growl. "You like that, donโt you? You like it when I make you ache?"
You want to argueโyou want to say itโs just a physical reaction to the stretch, to the pain, to the way your muscles are burningโbut a slow ache twists deep inside you that you canโt control.
Your pussy pulses with every word he says.
"I could fuck you right here," he smirks, leaning down to your ear, his breath scorching your skin. "In this position. Youโd like that, wouldn't you?"
You duck your head, hiding your face in the crook of your elbow because you donโt want him to see how badly youโre blushing.
"Then whatโs stopping you?" you squeak out.
Sukuna licks his lips in satisfaction, and your knees nearly buckle. He pulls back just long enough for you to hear the rustle of fabric as he shoves his pants down to mid-thigh.
His cock springs free, and he presses back into you, trailing the head along the damp fabric of your shorts before diving underneath the hem.
"Iโll make sure youโre stretched out properly, brat."
Sukuna pushes the fabric of your shorts aside, the head of his cock sliding against your wet slit, parting your folds before he thrusts inside and jerks your leg even higher.
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frat!Sukuna gets drunk and drops to his knees, begging his "ex-girlfriend" to give him one more chance.
A few days ago, everything went to shit.
You and Sukuna had a fight so bad that somewhere along the way, you just stopped hearing each other. Neither of you was willing to back down. Every sentence came out louder than the last, every word cutting deeper than the one before it. Eventually, you looked him straight in the eyes and, quietly, exhausted, told him you were done.
That you didn't want to see him anymore.
Didn't want to talk to him.
Didn't want anything to do with him.
Sukuna didn't even take you seriously.
Of course he didn't.
You'd been pissed at him before. You'd stormed out, slammed doors, ignored him for hours, sometimes even an entire day. But you always came back in the end because the two of you were far too damn stubborn to learn how to fight like actual adults.
So he figured this would be no different.
For the first couple of days, he genuinely believed your temper was nothing more than another flare-up that would burn itself out once you'd cooled off. But when every text he'd sent stayed unread, and you started walking right past him on campus without sparing him more than a passing glance, that confidence curdled into something cold, ugly, and suffocating.
You became impossible to catch, like a ghost. You avoided him, stopped showing up at the fraternity house, and, worst of all, started letting other guys close the distance he'd spent so long making sure nobody crossed.
That was the part that made him sick.
You no longer let him act like he still had any claim over you.
Back then, his hand would naturally settle against the small of your back whenever you pushed through a crowd together. He'd steal your backpack before you could complain, pull you in by the waist, kiss you without a second thought right in front of everyone.
Nobody questioned it.
They all knew you were his.
Sukuna had never tried to hide how territorial he was.
He liked people understanding that before they got too close.
Now all he could do was watch.
From a distance.
Every time one of your friends rested a hand on your shoulder or casually wrapped an arm around your waist, he could feel his blood begin to boil. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white as he stared holes into your back with such a heavy gaze it felt like you should've been able to feel it.
By the seventh day, he was convinced he was going to fucking snap.
When he finally worked up the nerve to confront you on campus and demand an explanation, you answered him with nothing more than a bitter, dismissive smile before turning away without so much as slowing your pace.
That was the last straw.
The fraternity party Toji had dragged him to, insisting a few bottles of liquor would help him cool off, ended up becoming the place where whatever self-control he had left finally gave out.
He never expected to see you there.
The music was already blasting from halfway down the street, heavy bass vibrating through his chest long before he stepped inside the house. Light spilled from the open windows. People crowded the front porch with red plastic cups in hand, laughing loudly enough to drown out the speakers.
You always used to come here with him.
And almost every single time, you'd say the same thing.
That frat parties wore you out.
That they were too loud, too crowded, and you barely knew half the people there.
But somehow, none of it seemed to matter when you were with him. You'd admitted yourself that he was the only reason you actually felt comfortable coming here, because as long as Sukuna was around, nobody would dare cross a line.
Which was exactly why the first thing he saw after stepping into the living room made him stop dead in his tracks.
You were standing almost in the middle of the room.
A red Solo cup rested comfortably in your hand, a faint blush dusted your cheeks, and there it was...
A smile.
One he hadn't seen in an entire week.
You threw your head back laughing while one of your friends told some stupid story.
And you looked...
Happy.
Terrifyingly free of him.
Like nothing had happened over the last seven days.
Like he simply didn't exist anymore.
He couldn't look away.
Didn't even try.
He just stood there, staring.
Staring.
Long enough for Toji to follow his line of sight before letting out a quiet, knowing chuckle.
"Quit burning holes through her with your eyes," he muttered, holding out a bottle. "Or just get shitfaced already. At this rate you're gonna kill somebody."
Sukuna silently snatched the bottle out of his hand.
He took several long swallows.
The liquor burned all the way down, but it did nothing to loosen the tight knot twisting in his chest.
His eyes found you again.
Right then, some guy wandered over to you. You said something that made him grin, and a second later he casually threw an arm around your shoulders in greeting.
Sukuna's grip tightened around the bottle.
"I'm serious," Toji said under his breath. "Don't look."
Sukuna didn't answer.
A few minutes later there was another bottle in his hand.
Then another.
Someone kept refilling his cup with whiskey. Someone slapped him on the shoulder. Someone tried dragging him into conversations.
The conversations around him blurred into meaningless noise.
Like it was happening to somebody else.
But he kept seeing you.
Talking with your friends.
Laughing.
Dancing with everyone elseโnot particularly well, but with the kind of genuine happiness you couldn't fake.
Brushing your hair back over your shoulder every now and then.
And every single time...
There was always someone beside you.
A guy leaning in a little too close.
Another brushing against your arm.
Someone else laughing at whatever you'd just said.
It honestly felt like every other guy in the damn house had suddenly decided today was the perfect day to notice you.
He knew it was bullshit.
He knew everything probably looked exactly the same a week ago.
Only one thing had changed.
Back then...
You'd been standing beside him.
Now you weren't.
And somehow, that alone was enough for jealousy to slowly rot into something far uglier.
The alcohol wasn't helping.
If anything...
It was making it worse.
It stripped away every last bit of restraint he had left.
By three in the morning, the room had started swimming in front of his eyes. The music had blurred into one endless wall of noise, faces melted together, and the floor beneath him felt just unstable enough to make him sway.
But no matter how drunk he got...
He always found you.
Immediately.
Every time.
You were standing near the kitchen with a few friends, laughing at something some tall guy in a hoodie was saying while another leaned lazily against the wall beside you.
Sukuna let out a slow, heavy breath.
He set his nearly empty cup down on the nearest table.
Then, already drunk off his ass...
He started walking toward you.
Alcohol fed every possessive instinct he had, turning his jealousy into something reckless, volatile, and completely out of control.
In Sukuna's mind, you still belonged to him.
People moved out of his way almost instinctively.
He bumped into some with his shoulder.
Others he shoved aside without a second thought.
A few shot him irritated looks over their shoulders, but one glance from him was enough to make every single one of them think better of saying anything.
You noticed him too late.
He was already standing right in front of you.
Tall.
Drunk.
Dangerously quiet.
One of your friends opened his mouth, ready to say something, but Sukuna simply stepped forward, forcing him to back off.
Now there was nobody left between the two of you.
You instinctively tensed.
He reeked of alcohol and that familiar scent that used to make you feel safe, but now only made your stomach twist with anxious anticipation. Towering over you, he leaned down until his lips were close to your ear.
"Let's talk."
You studied him for a long moment before slowly shaking your head.
"No."
It came out barely above a whisper.
But he heard it.
That single word pulled the trigger.
Sukuna closed his eyes for only a second.
He let out a sharp breath.
His shoulders sagged.
Then, without looking away from you for even a moment, he unexpectedly took a step back.
His eyes were bloodshot, glazed over with alcohol, but beneath it was something desperate.
Something terrified.
Right there, in front of a room full of stunned people, he slowly lowered himself onto one knee.
Then the other.
Ending up at your feet.
For one strange moment, it felt as though the entire party had fallen silent.
The music was still playing.
People were still moving.
But all of it faded into the background until it felt like the two of you were standing inside a vacuum.
You stared down at him, your heart turning painfully inside your chest.
Sukuna.
Proud.
Stubborn.
The kind of man who would rather throw a punch than admit he was wrong.
The kind of man who had never apologized to anyone in his life, let alone gotten down on his kneesโespecially not in front of his "ex-girlfriend."
And yet here he was.
Looking up at you with an expression so painfully full of regret that it barely seemed real.
"Just... talk to me."
His voice was still low.
His voice stayed low.
Rough.
Stubborn as ever.
You only narrowed your eyes.
His gaze flickered downward for a split second, almost panicked, as though he genuinely thought you were about to walk away.
Before you could even move, his large, warm hands settled firmly around your thighs, gripping the fabric of your skirt tightly, afraid you'd disappear if he let go.
For one ridiculous second, you were convinced he was about to accidentally pull your skirt down.
Instead, he simply leaned forward.
Resting his cheek against your stomach.
Searching for comfort in the warmth of your body.
"Please..."
His voice cracked beneath the alcohol.
"Just... talk to me."
He swallowed hard.
"I'll do anything."
Your chest tightened painfully.
A week ago...
You'd been certain you never wanted to see him again.
And now...
The proudest man you'd ever known was kneeling in the middle of a packed fraternity house, swallowing every ounce of his pride while dozens of people watched in stunned silence.
The same guy everyone swore was physically incapable of apologizingโthe asshole everyone wrote off as an arrogant bastardโwas begging you for one more chance.
Your heart faltered.
You weren't sure you had the strength to push him away again.
You knew forgiving him wouldn't be easy.
You knew he wasn't going to change overnight.
He'd still get jealous.
Still try to make the rules.
Still be impossible to deal with.
But looking down at him nowโat his broad frame trembling ever so slightly because he was genuinely afraid you'd leaveโyou realized something.
You couldn't tell him no.
You reached up and gently rested your hand on top of his head, your fingers slipping through his coarse pink hair.
Sukuna froze.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he lifted his head to look at you.
For the first time since you'd met him, he looked nothing like the stubborn asshole everyone knew.
He looked like a cornered dog waiting to find out whether it was about to be kicked away or shown mercy.
There was so much hope in his eyes that it stole the air from your lungs.
Just one chance to say everything he hadn't managed to say that day.
Unable to fight that look any longerโor the warmth of his hands that still refused to let go of your thighsโyou finally gave a small, reluctant nod.
"...Okay."
It was enough.
Relief washed over his face so quickly your chest tightened.
Sukuna let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Then, carefully, he pushed himself back to his feet.
The moment he stood, he swayed hard enough that you instinctively reached out to steady him.
Your hand caught his forearm before he could lose his balance.
He looked down at your fingers wrapped around him.
And smiled.
It was the stupidest, most lopsided smile you'd ever seen.
The same one that had always managed to drive you completely insane. There was the faintest hint of triumph in his smile. Before you could second-guess yourself, his hand closed tightly around yours.
"Come on."
His voice was still hoarse from the whiskey.
"I'll explain everything."
Without giving you the chance to change your mind, he laced his fingers through yours and gentlyโbut firmlyโguided you away from the crowd, already dragging you toward somewhere quieter where he fully intended to explain exactly why you should forgive him.
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โฆ. Youโre trying to save money for collegeโฆ And at the same time your neighbor โ that asshole and a pervert, Ryomen Sukuna โ gets out of prison. He offers to keep your little secret, but on one condition... โIโll pay you thirty bucks to take my cock in your mouth. Right here, before Toji gets back. Be a good girl.โ
This summer is going to be a long one.
And Sukuna has already decided exactly how youโre going to spend it.
โ ข. part three! series masterlist
โฆ.cw : Toxic Dynamics :: Dubious Consent :: Power Imbalance :: Fear of Getting Caught :: Sexual Harassment :: Blackmail & Threats :: Degradation :: Slut-shaming :: Dirty Talk :: Rough Fingering :: Forced Orgasm :: Titjob / Paizuri :: Cum on Body
The heat is suffocating.
You stand by the open window, pressing a cold glass of lemonade to your lips. The ice has almost completely melted, leaving cloudy streaks along the glass, and the sweet, citrusy taste does nothing to soothe your dry throat.
Thin beads of sweat trail down your spine, collecting at the small of your back, right where the fabric of your swimsuit clings to your skin. The humid air wraps around you like a second layer, sticky enough to settle into every pore.
Your bikini top is already darkened with sweat. Your tiny denim shorts cling to your hips, as though they've soaked up the heat itself. You drain the last of your lemonade and set the glass down on the windowsill a little harder than necessary. The remaining ice cubes clink sharply against the glass.
For the past few weeks, you've been doing everything you can to stay out of Sukuna's way.
The second you hear his heavy footsteps on the porch, you find an excuse to disappear. The moment the growl of his Mustang rolls into the driveway, your stomach drops, your heartbeat climbing into your throat.
You keep telling yourself that if you don't cross paths with him, maybe this obsessionโhis obsession with youโwill eventually burn itself out.
What a joke.
But you can't avoid Sukuna.
His eyes find you every single time.
Whenever everyone gathers outside in the evenings, you deliberately sit beside other guysโthe neighbor's son, an old friend from school, anyone. You laugh at their stupid jokes, all while stealing glances at Ryomen from the corner of your eye.
His expression never changes.
Cold. Blank. He nurses a beer or lights another cigarette, looking almost bored, but his eyes never leave you.
They find you through the crowd, studying every movement you make. Every laugh. Every smile. Every accidental brush of someone else's hand against your shoulder, as though committing it all to memory.
The longer this twisted game drags on, the more terrified you become.
You can feel the tension winding tighter beneath your skin.
And when it finally snaps...
You know you're going to be the one left in pieces.
You forgot one thing.
Sukuna doesn't tolerate outsiders.
A steady hum of voices drifts in through the back door, mixed with laughter and the shrill screams of children. Half the neighborhood seems to have shown up.
Someone brought meat for the barbecue, someone else showed up with salads, and others dragged folding chairs beneath the old oak just to claim a patch of shade.
You step onto the porch, and the scorching air crashes into you like a wave from an open oven. The midday sun hangs directly overhead, bleaching the grass into a dull yellow. Heat shimmers above the asphalt.
"Hey! Over here!"
Yuji stands waist-deep in the pool, dark wet hair plastered to his forehead, his usual bright grin stretching across his face. He waves both arms to get your attention.
You make your way down the stone path, the sun-heated gravel biting into your bare feet. The moment you reach the edge of the pool, Yuji flashes a mischievous smile and splashes you.
Cold water smacks against your stomach.
You gasp, flinch back, then laugh as you curse at him.
"Come on! Get in!" he calls, sunlight glistening across his shoulders. "The water's perfect!"
You peel off your shorts, letting them fall into the grass before climbing onto the metal ladder. The steps burn your feet, but the second the water reaches your waist, the oppressive heat melts away.
The water smells of sharp, clean chlorine and the sun-heated plastic of the pool edge. You dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water wash away the sweat. You surface, gasping, only for Yuji to splash you again, and suddenly you are wrestling like kids, the water spraying everywhere, a brief, fleeting escape from the dread.
Yuji lunges for your waist, but you twist away, slipping toward the deep end before resurfacing behind him.
"That's cheating!" he laughs, spinning around.
"Oh, quit whining."
He catches you the next time, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the pool floor.
You squeal, grabbing at his sides.
His body isn't the same as it used to be.
His hands are rough now, strong, all lean muscle beneath warm skin.
With a laugh, he tosses you into the water.
For one blissful second, everything goes silent. Only bubbles drift past your face.
You surface, coughing and laughing at the same time, then shove him in the chest with all your strength.
He barely moves.
Just stands there, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're such an asshole," you mutter between breaths.
Water trickles down your collarbones, collecting at the ties of your swimsuit.
Yuji laughs, but the smile fades almost immediately.
"Uh... I've gotta get back to the grill." He rubs the back of his neck. "If Sukuna catches me slacking off..."
Your smile disappears.
"He's... coming?"
Your voice comes out quieter than you intended.
"Yeah." Yuji nods. "He and Toji went to grab more beer."
He notices the look on your face and lowers his voice.
"Sorry. I know you two don't exactly get along. But... maybe things have changed over the past year?" He shrugs. "Honestly, he barely ever talks about you."
You force yourself to nod.
If only Yuji knew.
If only this kind, oblivious boy had even the slightest idea what had happened two nights ago in the backseat of his brother's Mustang.
The way Sukuna had wrapped your hair around his fist.
The way he'd forced your face down between his knees.
The way you'd stared into those wild crimson eyes while he ruined your throat.
Your fingers drift unconsciously to your neck. It still feels as though his grip has never really left your skin.
"I should head inside," you mumble, already climbing out of the pool. "I need to dry off."
"What? We literally just got in!" Yuji calls after you.
But you're already walking away, not listening anymore.
Youโre basically sprinting. The wet fabric clings to your body, highlighting every curve. The concrete is slick; you almost slip.
You frantically scan the tables for his silhouette, praying to slip by unnoticed.
Youโre one foot onto the porch steps when a heavy palm slams onto your shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, jerking you backward.
You gasp, and your back slams into a rough wooden pillar.
The wood is scorching hot beneath the relentless sun, searing against your shoulder blades almost as fiercely as his grip.
He looms over you, a mountain of heat and shadow that swallows the light, cutting you off from the rest of the world.
Heat pours off him. He smells like sweat, sharp cologne, and bitter cigarette smoke.
The white t-shirt clinging to his chest is damp at the collar. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from his chest pocket. The tattoos on his face look like ink-stained scars, and his eyes hold nothing but cruel amusement.
"Where are you running off to, brat?" His voice is a gravelly, guttural growl. "Saw me and decided to bolt?"
"Let go, Sukuna," you hiss, pressing your palms to his chest. Under your fingers, his muscles are hard and boiling hot. "Let go, someoneโs gonna come out!"
"And what are they gonna do?"
He leans in, pinning you against the pillar with his weight. Your wet swimsuit leaves a darkening, spreading blotch on his shirt. He drops his gaze to your chest, slowly licking his parched lips.
"Those tits look insane. Wear that on purpose? Knew I was coming, didn't you, little bitch?"
"Fuck off," you exhale.
He thrusts a hip, forcing your head to smack against the wood again. His calloused hand, smelling of engine oil, unceremoniously rests on your waist, his fingers digging in.
"Decided to get a piece of the brat while you're at it?" he whispers right into your lips. "I saw you fawning over him in the pool. Have fun?"
"We were just playing! Yuji is my friend, you hear me? He's normal, unlike you!"
"Friend," Sukuna spits out venomously. "That pup follows you around like a lost dog. And you love it, don't you?"
His hand slides lower, roughly grazing your thigh, his fingers shoving under the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms. Without a shred of foreplay, he shoves a finger inside.
You freeze, breath hitched.
"Sukuna... don't... please..."
"I don't give a damn," he smirks.
His finger moves deeper, working you.
"My dad... my dad's gonna come out and see!" youโre almost begging.
Not now.
Please, not here.
"And whatโs your old man gonna do?" Sukuna sneers. "Beat me up? Brat, your daddy worships me."
His thumb grinds down hard on your most sensitive spot. A suffocating, sticky heat floods your lower belly. You hate yourself for how fast your body starts pulsing under his touch.
"I can hear you breathing," Ryomen whispers, biting your earlobe until it draws blood. "You want me to tear this piece of trash off right here and fuck you? Say 'no,' and I'll pull my hand out. Well? Say it."
You open your mouth, trying to choke out that damn "no," but instead, a dirty, drawn-out moan escapes your lips.
"Slut," Sukuna growls.
He jerks his hand away, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the kitchen door.
"Get inside. Now." He gives your wrist another rough tug. "Running away, huh?"
You knew he was crazy. A hot-headed, dangerous beast. Once youโre in the dim hallway, he turns, his face inches from yours. His eyes burn with something wild, something deeply wrong.
You never should have gotten close to Sukuna.
You never should have made that deal.
"You get whatโs gonna happen if your saint of a father finds out how his little girl sucks dick in parking lots?" he spits.
"It... it wasn't like that..." you sob, tears blinding you.
"Oh yeah? Then what was it? You just naturally learned how to swallow my cock to the hilt? Just swallowed my cum while you were dripping like a bitch?"
You cover your face, choking on a sob. Sukuna waits. Then his grip on your wrist lightens. He lets out a heavy, dirty sigh.
"Go upstairs." His voice is quieter now, but there's still steel beneath it.
He gives you a slight shove toward the stairs.
Your heart pounds in your temples. Your mouth has gone dry. You want to scream, call for Yuji, run back to the people outsideโbut your feet move anyway.
You run. Faster than if he were dragging you himself. Because the fear and panic inside you are tangled so tightly with the forbidden arousal pulling you under that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Youโd be lying if you said you didn't want this.
You'd be lying if you said the adrenaline wasn't pulling you toward him.
You rush into your room.
Run.
Move.
Why aren't you moving?
Sukuna follows close behind.
The lock clicks with a dry, terrifying snap.
You stand in the center of the room, gasping.
The window is left slightly ajar, and the boisterous, drunken laughter of your father echoes up from the backyard, mocking your silence. The sunset floods the room in a sickly, golden light.
Sukuna leans his back against the door.
Anyone outside who looks up will see you through the glass. The sheer, reckless audacity of it makes your mind reel with vertigo.
Sukuna takes a step. Then another. He is huge, a dangerous predator filling the space of your clean, quiet bedroom. You back away until your knees hit the mattress.
"Sit," he orders.
You don't move.
Ryomen is enormous, filthy, smelling of the summer heat, beer, and the street. He fills every inch of your quiet bedroom.
"I said, sit."
You drop to the edge, your wet swimsuit leaving a dark, damp stain on the pristine white sheet. He steps in, forcing your knees apart with his legs until you are completely trapped between them.
"So nervousโฆ" A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."
Sukuna looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He doesn't hesitate; he reaches out, slapping your cheek with a casual, stinging disregard before grabbing your chin, forcing your face up to meet his dark, predatory stare.
"Don't be scared, little one," he rasps, his eyes glinting with a savage hunger. "I don't bite. Unless you start begging for it."
His hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, forcing your cheek against the denim of his crotch. You can feel the heavy, pulsing heat of himโhuge and rigidโpressing against your face through the thick fabric.
"I missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
"Sukuna... my dad... he'll come up..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"Fuck," he growls, his patience fraying. "Quit whining."
His free hand dives under the hem of your top, and with one sharp, violent motion, he yanks the fabric up. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air.
You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists and pins them firmly to your sides.
He grabs your wrists, pinning them wide, and his fingers squeeze your breast with such punishing intensity that a sharp cry escapes your lips.
He only smirks, reaching behind your neck to jerk the ties of your bikini top free. It falls away, leaving you completely bare before him.
"Come on, brat," he breathes, his eyes darkening to black. "Jerk me off with your tits. Show me you remember how."
His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look him in the eyes.
"You understand me? Or do I need to knock it into your head?"
Your shaking fingers grab his belt. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. His cock falls out heavy, the wet tip glistening in the sunset.
"Don't be shy," he sneers. "Remember how you used to lick it. How deep youโd take it."
You swallow, licking your parched lips. Sukuna snorts mockingly.
"Just do it, I'm tired of waiting."
You cup your breasts in your hands, pressing his shaft firmly between them. The skin is slippery from sweat and leftover pool water; the cock moves easily, with a wet, sliding sound. You speed up the pace, squeezing your palms tighter. Under your hands, he becomes even more tense and aroused.
"Yeah... thatโs it, slut... Squeeze harder."
He starts moving his hips to meet you, practically fucking your chest with short, sharp, mechanical thrusts. The belt buckle clinks against the button with every movement, and he pushes deeper, faster.
Downstairs, Yujiโs laughter rings out, oblivious, while inside you, everything is melting into a puddle of shame and hunger. You part your lips, sucking the head on every forward thrust.
"Damn... fuck..." Sukuna rasps. "Yeah, like that... More... Iโm gonna..."
He cums just as you take the head into your mouth again. Hot, thick spurts splash across your chest, your neck, coating your chin. He stays there for a long time, his whole body shuddering with every release.
Sukuna finally steps back, breathing heavily. He zips up and looks down at youโdisheveled, covered in his essence, and trembling.
"Good job," he huffs, a look of satiated, animal triumph in his eyes. "Obedient little slut."
A large drop of his seed falls onto your navel. Your hand, acting on its own, drops down, your fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of your panties. You are aching with a hunger that doesn't end. He sees it, and his smirk widens.
"What, did you like it when I was rough?"
"No, I...โ"
"What 'please'?" He leans in, grabbing your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Say it. Out loud."
"I want you to fuck me!"
"I thought so."
He throws you onto your back. The mattress squeaks piteously as he bears down on you, pinning you to the bed with his massive body.
"Lie still and don't you dare twitch."
He takes your hands, puts them over your head, and pins them to the pillow with one of his massive palms, stripping you of the slightest chance to defend yourself. Youโre completely open and left to his mercy. He tears your panties aside.
His fingers jam inside, relentless, hitting you at full reach. The soundโthe wet, rhythmic squelching as you move on your own, grinding against his handโis enough to snap whatever thin leash he had on his restraint.
"Slut... what a fucking slut you are," he growls through his teeth. He grinds his crotch against your side, his hard, throbbing length pressing through the denim, punishing your bare, wet skin.
"Look at me, fuck," he orders, his free hand clamping around your throat. "Open your eyes, slut, and see whoโs fucking you."
He dips his head, his teeth sinking into your skin right over your pulseโa sharp, sudden bite that makes you gasp. He instantly licks the sting with his scorching tongue, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Feel how much I want you?" he rasps into your ear. "I want to bury myself in you. But first, youโre gonna come from my fingers. Youโre gonna come for me, hear me?"
His movements turn frantic. His thumb hammers against your clitoris with no mercy. You arch into him, your fingers tearing at his shirt. Everything inside you pulls tight, like a wire strung to the breaking point. The tension becomes unbearable, and you explode. A loud scream is drowned in his shoulder, your body goes into convulsions, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a death grip.
Sukuna doesn't stop, continuing to move his fingers, wringing the last of the orgasm out of you until you go completely limp, turning into a ragdoll.
He finally pulls his hand out with a wet, heavy sound.
He brings his stained fingers to his lips, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes, and slowly licks them clean.
Sukuna stands up. As his weight leaves the mattress, the room suddenly feels empty. He fastens his belt, the sharp click of the buckle sounding like a death sentence.
"So, how are we supposed to go back downstairs after that?" He sounds lazy, but his eyes burn with triumph. "You smell like me and sex from a mile away, brat."
"Why are you doing this, Sukuna?" Your voice trembles. "Was that night not enough for you?"
He pauses, leaning in so close that the smoke from his cigarette burns your eyes.
"Enough? Brat, it'll never be enough. You brought this on yourself. Remember this: stay the hell away from my brother. You so much as look at him again, and I'll fuck you on his own bed. I don't give a damn who's outside the door."
He strolls to the dresser, lights another cigarette, and exhales a stream of smoke. "What? Not even a 'thank you'?"
You give the smallest nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I understand."
"Good girl."
He turns toward the door. It clicks shut behind him, and his footsteps fade. You are left alone, and your gaze drifts to the nightstand. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills lie there.
Payment. That's all it is.
Nausea crawls up your throat, but the worst partโthe part that makes you want to tear yourself apartโis the faint, pulse-like satisfaction still buried deep inside you. Your body has betrayed you.
You grab a wet wipe and, frantically, until your skin is raw and purple, you wipe the semen from your chest and neck, desperately trying to wash away the smell of his tobacco and skin. With trembling fingers, you somehow pull on your wet swimsuit and head down to the backyard.
Suddenly, right by your ear, making your whole body flinch, his low, mocking voice rings out:
"Sweetheart, you forgot to wipe the traces off your chin."
You spin around abruptly. Sukuna is standing a step away from you, demons dancing in his eyes, and on his lipsโthat same crooked, triumphant smirk. Toji is standing behind him, lazily sipping beer and giving you a sharp, sly once-over from head to toe. Heโs clearly in on your "secret."
You jerk your hand up in fear, frantically scrubbing your chin... but your fingers are dry.
Thereโs nothing there.
He lied.
Just to mock you.
To show that you are completely in his power.
Your face flushes a deep, burning crimson. Sukuna lets out a ringing, mocking laugh. He turns and heads toward the table, his broad back flickering among the guests like a predator returning to his pack.
You watch him walk away, feeling a slow-acting poison spreading through your veins. You feel used, trampled, and dirty. But as you watch him effortlessly take charge, a horrifying thought creeps into your mind: the sun will set, the guests will leave, and somewhere in the parking lot beside the Mustang, a lighter will click again.
And you'll find your way back to him. Because the poison beneath your skin craves only himโand you don't want it to stop.
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โฆ. Youโre trying to save money for collegeโฆ And at the same time your neighbor โ that asshole and a pervert, Ryomen Sukuna โ gets out of prison. He offers to keep your little secret, but on one condition... โIโll pay you thirty bucks to take my cock in your mouth. Right here, before Toji gets back. Be a good girl.โ
This summer is going to be a long one.
And Sukuna has already decided exactly how youโre going to spend it.
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โฆ.cw : Toxic Dynamics :: Dubious Consent :: Power Imbalance :: Fear of Getting Caught :: Sexual Harassment :: Blackmail & Threats :: Degradation :: Slut-shaming :: Dirty Talk :: Rough Fingering :: Forced Orgasm :: Titjob / Paizuri :: Cum on Body
The heat is suffocating.
You stand by the open window, pressing a cold glass of lemonade to your lips. The ice has almost completely melted, leaving cloudy streaks along the glass, and the sweet, citrusy taste does nothing to soothe your dry throat.
Thin beads of sweat trail down your spine, collecting at the small of your back, right where the fabric of your swimsuit clings to your skin. The humid air wraps around you like a second layer, sticky enough to settle into every pore.
Your bikini top is already darkened with sweat. Your tiny denim shorts cling to your hips, as though they've soaked up the heat itself. You drain the last of your lemonade and set the glass down on the windowsill a little harder than necessary. The remaining ice cubes clink sharply against the glass.
For the past few weeks, you've been doing everything you can to stay out of Sukuna's way.
The second you hear his heavy footsteps on the porch, you find an excuse to disappear. The moment the growl of his Mustang rolls into the driveway, your stomach drops, your heartbeat climbing into your throat.
You keep telling yourself that if you don't cross paths with him, maybe this obsessionโhis obsession with youโwill eventually burn itself out.
What a joke.
But you can't avoid Sukuna.
His eyes find you every single time.
Whenever everyone gathers outside in the evenings, you deliberately sit beside other guysโthe neighbor's son, an old friend from school, anyone. You laugh at their stupid jokes, all while stealing glances at Ryomen from the corner of your eye.
His expression never changes.
Cold. Blank. He nurses a beer or lights another cigarette, looking almost bored, but his eyes never leave you.
They find you through the crowd, studying every movement you make. Every laugh. Every smile. Every accidental brush of someone else's hand against your shoulder, as though committing it all to memory.
The longer this twisted game drags on, the more terrified you become.
You can feel the tension winding tighter beneath your skin.
And when it finally snaps...
You know you're going to be the one left in pieces.
You forgot one thing.
Sukuna doesn't tolerate outsiders.
A steady hum of voices drifts in through the back door, mixed with laughter and the shrill screams of children. Half the neighborhood seems to have shown up.
Someone brought meat for the barbecue, someone else showed up with salads, and others dragged folding chairs beneath the old oak just to claim a patch of shade.
You step onto the porch, and the scorching air crashes into you like a wave from an open oven. The midday sun hangs directly overhead, bleaching the grass into a dull yellow. Heat shimmers above the asphalt.
"Hey! Over here!"
Yuji stands waist-deep in the pool, dark wet hair plastered to his forehead, his usual bright grin stretching across his face. He waves both arms to get your attention.
You make your way down the stone path, the sun-heated gravel biting into your bare feet. The moment you reach the edge of the pool, Yuji flashes a mischievous smile and splashes you.
Cold water smacks against your stomach.
You gasp, flinch back, then laugh as you curse at him.
"Come on! Get in!" he calls, sunlight glistening across his shoulders. "The water's perfect!"
You peel off your shorts, letting them fall into the grass before climbing onto the metal ladder. The steps burn your feet, but the second the water reaches your waist, the oppressive heat melts away.
The water smells of sharp, clean chlorine and the sun-heated plastic of the pool edge. You dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water wash away the sweat. You surface, gasping, only for Yuji to splash you again, and suddenly you are wrestling like kids, the water spraying everywhere, a brief, fleeting escape from the dread.
Yuji lunges for your waist, but you twist away, slipping toward the deep end before resurfacing behind him.
"That's cheating!" he laughs, spinning around.
"Oh, quit whining."
He catches you the next time, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the pool floor.
You squeal, grabbing at his sides.
His body isn't the same as it used to be.
His hands are rough now, strong, all lean muscle beneath warm skin.
With a laugh, he tosses you into the water.
For one blissful second, everything goes silent. Only bubbles drift past your face.
You surface, coughing and laughing at the same time, then shove him in the chest with all your strength.
He barely moves.
Just stands there, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're such an asshole," you mutter between breaths.
Water trickles down your collarbones, collecting at the ties of your swimsuit.
Yuji laughs, but the smile fades almost immediately.
"Uh... I've gotta get back to the grill." He rubs the back of his neck. "If Sukuna catches me slacking off..."
Your smile disappears.
"He's... coming?"
Your voice comes out quieter than you intended.
"Yeah." Yuji nods. "He and Toji went to grab more beer."
He notices the look on your face and lowers his voice.
"Sorry. I know you two don't exactly get along. But... maybe things have changed over the past year?" He shrugs. "Honestly, he barely ever talks about you."
You force yourself to nod.
If only Yuji knew.
If only this kind, oblivious boy had even the slightest idea what had happened two nights ago in the backseat of his brother's Mustang.
The way Sukuna had wrapped your hair around his fist.
The way he'd forced your face down between his knees.
The way you'd stared into those wild crimson eyes while he ruined your throat.
Your fingers drift unconsciously to your neck. It still feels as though his grip has never really left your skin.
"I should head inside," you mumble, already climbing out of the pool. "I need to dry off."
"What? We literally just got in!" Yuji calls after you.
But you're already walking away, not listening anymore.
Youโre basically sprinting. The wet fabric clings to your body, highlighting every curve. The concrete is slick; you almost slip.
You frantically scan the tables for his silhouette, praying to slip by unnoticed.
Youโre one foot onto the porch steps when a heavy palm slams onto your shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, jerking you backward.
You gasp, and your back slams into a rough wooden pillar.
The wood is scorching hot beneath the relentless sun, searing against your shoulder blades almost as fiercely as his grip.
He looms over you, a mountain of heat and shadow that swallows the light, cutting you off from the rest of the world.
Heat pours off him. He smells like sweat, sharp cologne, and bitter cigarette smoke.
The white t-shirt clinging to his chest is damp at the collar. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from his chest pocket. The tattoos on his face look like ink-stained scars, and his eyes hold nothing but cruel amusement.
"Where are you running off to, brat?" His voice is a gravelly, guttural growl. "Saw me and decided to bolt?"
"Let go, Sukuna," you hiss, pressing your palms to his chest. Under your fingers, his muscles are hard and boiling hot. "Let go, someoneโs gonna come out!"
"And what are they gonna do?"
He leans in, pinning you against the pillar with his weight. Your wet swimsuit leaves a darkening, spreading blotch on his shirt. He drops his gaze to your chest, slowly licking his parched lips.
"Those tits look insane. Wear that on purpose? Knew I was coming, didn't you, little bitch?"
"Fuck off," you exhale.
He thrusts a hip, forcing your head to smack against the wood again. His calloused hand, smelling of engine oil, unceremoniously rests on your waist, his fingers digging in.
"Decided to get a piece of the brat while you're at it?" he whispers right into your lips. "I saw you fawning over him in the pool. Have fun?"
"We were just playing! Yuji is my friend, you hear me? He's normal, unlike you!"
"Friend," Sukuna spits out venomously. "That pup follows you around like a lost dog. And you love it, don't you?"
His hand slides lower, roughly grazing your thigh, his fingers shoving under the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms. Without a shred of foreplay, he shoves a finger inside.
You freeze, breath hitched.
"Sukuna... don't... please..."
"I don't give a damn," he smirks.
His finger moves deeper, working you.
"My dad... my dad's gonna come out and see!" youโre almost begging.
Not now.
Please, not here.
"And whatโs your old man gonna do?" Sukuna sneers. "Beat me up? Brat, your daddy worships me."
His thumb grinds down hard on your most sensitive spot. A suffocating, sticky heat floods your lower belly. You hate yourself for how fast your body starts pulsing under his touch.
"I can hear you breathing," Ryomen whispers, biting your earlobe until it draws blood. "You want me to tear this piece of trash off right here and fuck you? Say 'no,' and I'll pull my hand out. Well? Say it."
You open your mouth, trying to choke out that damn "no," but instead, a dirty, drawn-out moan escapes your lips.
"Slut," Sukuna growls.
He jerks his hand away, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the kitchen door.
"Get inside. Now." He gives your wrist another rough tug. "Running away, huh?"
You knew he was crazy. A hot-headed, dangerous beast. Once youโre in the dim hallway, he turns, his face inches from yours. His eyes burn with something wild, something deeply wrong.
You never should have gotten close to Sukuna.
You never should have made that deal.
"You get whatโs gonna happen if your saint of a father finds out how his little girl sucks dick in parking lots?" he spits.
"It... it wasn't like that..." you sob, tears blinding you.
"Oh yeah? Then what was it? You just naturally learned how to swallow my cock to the hilt? Just swallowed my cum while you were dripping like a bitch?"
You cover your face, choking on a sob. Sukuna waits. Then his grip on your wrist lightens. He lets out a heavy, dirty sigh.
"Go upstairs." His voice is quieter now, but there's still steel beneath it.
He gives you a slight shove toward the stairs.
Your heart pounds in your temples. Your mouth has gone dry. You want to scream, call for Yuji, run back to the people outsideโbut your feet move anyway.
You run. Faster than if he were dragging you himself. Because the fear and panic inside you are tangled so tightly with the forbidden arousal pulling you under that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Youโd be lying if you said you didn't want this.
You'd be lying if you said the adrenaline wasn't pulling you toward him.
You rush into your room.
Run.
Move.
Why aren't you moving?
Sukuna follows close behind.
The lock clicks with a dry, terrifying snap.
You stand in the center of the room, gasping.
The window is left slightly ajar, and the boisterous, drunken laughter of your father echoes up from the backyard, mocking your silence. The sunset floods the room in a sickly, golden light.
Sukuna leans his back against the door.
Anyone outside who looks up will see you through the glass. The sheer, reckless audacity of it makes your mind reel with vertigo.
Sukuna takes a step. Then another. He is huge, a dangerous predator filling the space of your clean, quiet bedroom. You back away until your knees hit the mattress.
"Sit," he orders.
You don't move.
Ryomen is enormous, filthy, smelling of the summer heat, beer, and the street. He fills every inch of your quiet bedroom.
"I said, sit."
You drop to the edge, your wet swimsuit leaving a dark, damp stain on the pristine white sheet. He steps in, forcing your knees apart with his legs until you are completely trapped between them.
"So nervousโฆ" A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."
Sukuna looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He doesn't hesitate; he reaches out, slapping your cheek with a casual, stinging disregard before grabbing your chin, forcing your face up to meet his dark, predatory stare.
"Don't be scared, little one," he rasps, his eyes glinting with a savage hunger. "I don't bite. Unless you start begging for it."
His hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, forcing your cheek against the denim of his crotch. You can feel the heavy, pulsing heat of himโhuge and rigidโpressing against your face through the thick fabric.
"I missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
"Sukuna... my dad... he'll come up..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"Fuck," he growls, his patience fraying. "Quit whining."
His free hand dives under the hem of your top, and with one sharp, violent motion, he yanks the fabric up. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air.
You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists and pins them firmly to your sides.
He grabs your wrists, pinning them wide, and his fingers squeeze your breast with such punishing intensity that a sharp cry escapes your lips.
He only smirks, reaching behind your neck to jerk the ties of your bikini top free. It falls away, leaving you completely bare before him.
"Come on, brat," he breathes, his eyes darkening to black. "Jerk me off with your tits. Show me you remember how."
His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look him in the eyes.
"You understand me? Or do I need to knock it into your head?"
Your shaking fingers grab his belt. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. His cock falls out heavy, the wet tip glistening in the sunset.
"Don't be shy," he sneers. "Remember how you used to lick it. How deep youโd take it."
You swallow, licking your parched lips. Sukuna snorts mockingly.
"Just do it, I'm tired of waiting."
You cup your breasts in your hands, pressing his shaft firmly between them. The skin is slippery from sweat and leftover pool water; the cock moves easily, with a wet, sliding sound. You speed up the pace, squeezing your palms tighter. Under your hands, he becomes even more tense and aroused.
"Yeah... thatโs it, slut... Squeeze harder."
He starts moving his hips to meet you, practically fucking your chest with short, sharp, mechanical thrusts. The belt buckle clinks against the button with every movement, and he pushes deeper, faster.
Downstairs, Yujiโs laughter rings out, oblivious, while inside you, everything is melting into a puddle of shame and hunger. You part your lips, sucking the head on every forward thrust.
"Damn... fuck..." Sukuna rasps. "Yeah, like that... More... Iโm gonna..."
He cums just as you take the head into your mouth again. Hot, thick spurts splash across your chest, your neck, coating your chin. He stays there for a long time, his whole body shuddering with every release.
Sukuna finally steps back, breathing heavily. He zips up and looks down at youโdisheveled, covered in his essence, and trembling.
"Good job," he huffs, a look of satiated, animal triumph in his eyes. "Obedient little slut."
A large drop of his seed falls onto your navel. Your hand, acting on its own, drops down, your fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of your panties. You are aching with a hunger that doesn't end. He sees it, and his smirk widens.
"What, did you like it when I was rough?"
"No, I...โ"
"What 'please'?" He leans in, grabbing your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Say it. Out loud."
"I want you to fuck me!"
"I thought so."
He throws you onto your back. The mattress squeaks piteously as he bears down on you, pinning you to the bed with his massive body.
"Lie still and don't you dare twitch."
He takes your hands, puts them over your head, and pins them to the pillow with one of his massive palms, stripping you of the slightest chance to defend yourself. Youโre completely open and left to his mercy. He tears your panties aside.
His fingers jam inside, relentless, hitting you at full reach. The soundโthe wet, rhythmic squelching as you move on your own, grinding against his handโis enough to snap whatever thin leash he had on his restraint.
"Slut... what a fucking slut you are," he growls through his teeth. He grinds his crotch against your side, his hard, throbbing length pressing through the denim, punishing your bare, wet skin.
"Look at me, fuck," he orders, his free hand clamping around your throat. "Open your eyes, slut, and see whoโs fucking you."
He dips his head, his teeth sinking into your skin right over your pulseโa sharp, sudden bite that makes you gasp. He instantly licks the sting with his scorching tongue, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Feel how much I want you?" he rasps into your ear. "I want to bury myself in you. But first, youโre gonna come from my fingers. Youโre gonna come for me, hear me?"
His movements turn frantic. His thumb hammers against your clitoris with no mercy. You arch into him, your fingers tearing at his shirt. Everything inside you pulls tight, like a wire strung to the breaking point. The tension becomes unbearable, and you explode. A loud scream is drowned in his shoulder, your body goes into convulsions, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a death grip.
Sukuna doesn't stop, continuing to move his fingers, wringing the last of the orgasm out of you until you go completely limp, turning into a ragdoll.
He finally pulls his hand out with a wet, heavy sound.
He brings his stained fingers to his lips, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes, and slowly licks them clean.
Sukuna stands up. As his weight leaves the mattress, the room suddenly feels empty. He fastens his belt, the sharp click of the buckle sounding like a death sentence.
"So, how are we supposed to go back downstairs after that?" He sounds lazy, but his eyes burn with triumph. "You smell like me and sex from a mile away, brat."
"Why are you doing this, Sukuna?" Your voice trembles. "Was that night not enough for you?"
He pauses, leaning in so close that the smoke from his cigarette burns your eyes.
"Enough? Brat, it'll never be enough. You brought this on yourself. Remember this: stay the hell away from my brother. You so much as look at him again, and I'll fuck you on his own bed. I don't give a damn who's outside the door."
He strolls to the dresser, lights another cigarette, and exhales a stream of smoke. "What? Not even a 'thank you'?"
You give the smallest nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I understand."
"Good girl."
He turns toward the door. It clicks shut behind him, and his footsteps fade. You are left alone, and your gaze drifts to the nightstand. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills lie there.
Payment. That's all it is.
Nausea crawls up your throat, but the worst partโthe part that makes you want to tear yourself apartโis the faint, pulse-like satisfaction still buried deep inside you. Your body has betrayed you.
You grab a wet wipe and, frantically, until your skin is raw and purple, you wipe the semen from your chest and neck, desperately trying to wash away the smell of his tobacco and skin. With trembling fingers, you somehow pull on your wet swimsuit and head down to the backyard.
Suddenly, right by your ear, making your whole body flinch, his low, mocking voice rings out:
"Sweetheart, you forgot to wipe the traces off your chin."
You spin around abruptly. Sukuna is standing a step away from you, demons dancing in his eyes, and on his lipsโthat same crooked, triumphant smirk. Toji is standing behind him, lazily sipping beer and giving you a sharp, sly once-over from head to toe. Heโs clearly in on your "secret."
You jerk your hand up in fear, frantically scrubbing your chin... but your fingers are dry.
Thereโs nothing there.
He lied.
Just to mock you.
To show that you are completely in his power.
Your face flushes a deep, burning crimson. Sukuna lets out a ringing, mocking laugh. He turns and heads toward the table, his broad back flickering among the guests like a predator returning to his pack.
You watch him walk away, feeling a slow-acting poison spreading through your veins. You feel used, trampled, and dirty. But as you watch him effortlessly take charge, a horrifying thought creeps into your mind: the sun will set, the guests will leave, and somewhere in the parking lot beside the Mustang, a lighter will click again.
And you'll find your way back to him. Because the poison beneath your skin craves only himโand you don't want it to stop.
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You grip the handle of your suitcase so tightly your knuckles turn white, staring at him from the doorway. The question hangs between you, heavy and inevitable, like a storm cloud that finally split open with lightning.
"Did you ever love me at all?"
Sukuna stands across from you with his arms crossed over his chest. His expressionโusually unreadable โfalters for the briefest moment. His brows draw together ever so slightly as his gaze drops somewhere toward his clasped hands.
The silence stretches on until it becomes hard to breathe. He parts his lips like he's about to say something, but only a strained, broken sound escapes before he presses them shut again.
His eyes dart away from yours, refusing to meet them, as if he's afraid of finding what he spent the last year slowly killing: that endless faith you used to look at him with, like he was the best man in the world despite everything. Now there's nothing left in your eyes except dull, resigned painโand somehow, even that seems to make him want to hide behind the wall of his own indifference.
His gaze slowly drifts down to your suitcase.
You catch the confusion flashing across his face.
How could an entire year togetherโevery late night, every whispered conversation, even every fightโpossibly fit inside one tiny suitcase on wheels?
You can almost feel his disbelief.
Maybe he never really knew you.
The thought comes out of nowhere and settles somewhere deep in your chest. You spent so long growing him into something warm, something bigger than life inside your heart, only to realize he'd been nothing more than a version of him you created yourself.
And there's no one to blame for that but you.
"You knew this was never me," he finally says.
The familiar bitterness slips into his voice, subdued, almost detached.
The words fall into the silence of the hallway, painfully small for everything that's happened between you.
You let out a crooked, humorless laugh.
"You either hurt someone... or you get hurt. There's no middle ground."
Of course.
Of course that's what he'd say.
Sukuna never knew how to be anyone else. He didn't know how to be gentle. He didn't know how to love the way you wanted to be loved. He warned you. He told you it'd be hard, that he'd break you, that you'd regret staying.
But you never listened.
Because when you're in love, you convince yourself love can fix anything.
He lived before you.
He'll keep living after you.
He never believed there was another way.
He never learned one.
You look away, fixing your eyes on the grain of the front door.
You knew.
You knew from the very first day how this would end. You were always walking side by side on paths that were never meant to meet forever.
And still, somewhere deep inside, whatever remained of your love kept beating, poisoning your better judgment.
And still...
You loved him.
Despite everything. Despite his words, his coldness, the distance he kept putting between you.
You loved him.
And somehow, that always felt like enough.
"I'm sorry."
Sukuna's voice comes from so close it makes you flinch.
He never apologizes.
Not for the cold shoulder. Not for the cruel words. Not for the invisible scars he carved into your heart.
Not when he was wrong. Not when he hurt you. Not even when you cried yourself to sleep, convinced he couldn't hear you through the wall.
He would just stand there beside you in silence because he didn't know any other way.
And now he's standing here, in the dim light of the entryway, saying those words to you.
They're simple.
Short.
And somehow they sound completely foreign coming from him.
Sukuna stares at the floor, his arms folding back across his chest, fingers digging into his own sleeves like he can't bring himself to look you in the eye.
"I'm sorry I'm like... this."
Fear settles in your chest.
Your heart skips a beat, and one panicked thought crashes through your mindโ
If he asks you to stay...
...you won't leave.
You take a sharp step back, pressing the suitcase against your leg as though it could shield you from whatever comes next.
The tickets are already booked.
Your suitcase is packed.
You're ready.
You repeat it to yourself like a mantra, like a spell strong enough to stop you from throwing yourself into his arms and forgetting the rest of the world.
You're ready to start over.
Without him.
Sukuna suddenly steps forward, closing the distance between you.
For a split second, something flashes across his faceโsomething so unfamiliar, so painfully human, that it almost looks childish.
Confusion.
Uncertainty.
You feel a stab of pity.
For him.
For yourself, tooโfor letting things go this far.
But pity for yourself wins.
You're tired of feeling sorry for him.
Tired of waiting for him to change.
Tired of believing he'd someday become the man you kept seeing inside him.
Tired of loving someone who never knew how to love you back.
"Do you... want me to carry your suitcase downstairs?"
He hesitates, clearly about to say something else.
You cut him off before he gets the chance to tear down what's left of your resolve.
"There's an elevator."
Your voice comes out drier than you meant it to.
You finally meet his eyes, your grip tightening around the suitcase handle until your knuckles turn white.
"I'll be fine."
A beat.
"I can do it myself."
He steps back immediately, like you've just hit him.
His eyes drop away as he lets out a slow, heavy breath.
"I know."
Is that bitterness?
Relief?
Pain?
Maybe all three.
As though your leaving is somehow too muchโ
even for him.
Out of the two of you...
You were always the stronger one.
That's why you're leaving first.
Because staying would mean surrendering.
And you refuse to surrender.
You want to live.
You turn toward the door, reaching into your pocket for your keysโ
Then you freeze.
A small keychain dangles from the ring.
The one you bought together at that little fair, back when he still let himself smile, back when everything still felt possible.
Quietly, you set the keys back down on the table.
You leave them there.
Let them stay.
Just like everything else.
You step over the threshold and into the cool air of the stairwell, then stop.
You glance back over your shoulder.
To remember.
So when the nights become unbearably dark, when loneliness starts eating you alive from the inside out, you'll still have something to hold onto.
You need to remember everything.
His peach-pink hair.
The sharp, predatory curve of his mouth.
His rough voice against your ear.
The way he'd wrap his arms around you every morning.
This memory has to become your shelter on the nights that hurt the most.
You inhale one last time.
Home.
The scent of your home.
You commit every note, every feeling to memory.
"Goodbye, Sukuna."
You turn and walk toward the elevator.
You hear him step into the doorway.
You hear the slow, heavy rhythm of his breathing.
But you don't look back.
He doesn't say a word.
Standing there with his lips pressed into a thin line, he watches you disappear behind the closing elevator doors.
At the very last second, when only a few inches of metal remain between you, you catch his reflection in the mirrored wall.
The slightest nod.
As if he's telling youโ
Yeah.
I know.
This is how it has to be.
He doesn't say goodbye.
He doesn't tell you he'll see you again.
He says nothing.
Maybe... that had always been the problem.
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โฆ. Youโre trying to save money for collegeโฆ And at the same time your neighbor โ that asshole and a pervert, Ryomen Sukuna โ gets out of prison. He offers to keep your little secret, but on one condition... โIโll pay you thirty bucks to take my cock in your mouth. Right here, before Toji gets back. Be a good girl.โ
This summer is going to be a long one.
And Sukuna has already decided exactly how youโre going to spend it.
โ ข. part three! series masterlist
โฆ.cw : Toxic Dynamics :: Dubious Consent :: Power Imbalance :: Fear of Getting Caught :: Sexual Harassment :: Blackmail & Threats :: Degradation :: Slut-shaming :: Dirty Talk :: Rough Fingering :: Forced Orgasm :: Titjob / Paizuri :: Cum on Body
The heat is suffocating.
You stand by the open window, pressing a cold glass of lemonade to your lips. The ice has almost completely melted, leaving cloudy streaks along the glass, and the sweet, citrusy taste does nothing to soothe your dry throat.
Thin beads of sweat trail down your spine, collecting at the small of your back, right where the fabric of your swimsuit clings to your skin. The humid air wraps around you like a second layer, sticky enough to settle into every pore.
Your bikini top is already darkened with sweat. Your tiny denim shorts cling to your hips, as though they've soaked up the heat itself. You drain the last of your lemonade and set the glass down on the windowsill a little harder than necessary. The remaining ice cubes clink sharply against the glass.
For the past few weeks, you've been doing everything you can to stay out of Sukuna's way.
The second you hear his heavy footsteps on the porch, you find an excuse to disappear. The moment the growl of his Mustang rolls into the driveway, your stomach drops, your heartbeat climbing into your throat.
You keep telling yourself that if you don't cross paths with him, maybe this obsessionโhis obsession with youโwill eventually burn itself out.
What a joke.
But you can't avoid Sukuna.
His eyes find you every single time.
Whenever everyone gathers outside in the evenings, you deliberately sit beside other guysโthe neighbor's son, an old friend from school, anyone. You laugh at their stupid jokes, all while stealing glances at Ryomen from the corner of your eye.
His expression never changes.
Cold. Blank. He nurses a beer or lights another cigarette, looking almost bored, but his eyes never leave you.
They find you through the crowd, studying every movement you make. Every laugh. Every smile. Every accidental brush of someone else's hand against your shoulder, as though committing it all to memory.
The longer this twisted game drags on, the more terrified you become.
You can feel the tension winding tighter beneath your skin.
And when it finally snaps...
You know you're going to be the one left in pieces.
You forgot one thing.
Sukuna doesn't tolerate outsiders.
A steady hum of voices drifts in through the back door, mixed with laughter and the shrill screams of children. Half the neighborhood seems to have shown up.
Someone brought meat for the barbecue, someone else showed up with salads, and others dragged folding chairs beneath the old oak just to claim a patch of shade.
You step onto the porch, and the scorching air crashes into you like a wave from an open oven. The midday sun hangs directly overhead, bleaching the grass into a dull yellow. Heat shimmers above the asphalt.
"Hey! Over here!"
Yuji stands waist-deep in the pool, dark wet hair plastered to his forehead, his usual bright grin stretching across his face. He waves both arms to get your attention.
You make your way down the stone path, the sun-heated gravel biting into your bare feet. The moment you reach the edge of the pool, Yuji flashes a mischievous smile and splashes you.
Cold water smacks against your stomach.
You gasp, flinch back, then laugh as you curse at him.
"Come on! Get in!" he calls, sunlight glistening across his shoulders. "The water's perfect!"
You peel off your shorts, letting them fall into the grass before climbing onto the metal ladder. The steps burn your feet, but the second the water reaches your waist, the oppressive heat melts away.
The water smells of sharp, clean chlorine and the sun-heated plastic of the pool edge. You dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water wash away the sweat. You surface, gasping, only for Yuji to splash you again, and suddenly you are wrestling like kids, the water spraying everywhere, a brief, fleeting escape from the dread.
Yuji lunges for your waist, but you twist away, slipping toward the deep end before resurfacing behind him.
"That's cheating!" he laughs, spinning around.
"Oh, quit whining."
He catches you the next time, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the pool floor.
You squeal, grabbing at his sides.
His body isn't the same as it used to be.
His hands are rough now, strong, all lean muscle beneath warm skin.
With a laugh, he tosses you into the water.
For one blissful second, everything goes silent. Only bubbles drift past your face.
You surface, coughing and laughing at the same time, then shove him in the chest with all your strength.
He barely moves.
Just stands there, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're such an asshole," you mutter between breaths.
Water trickles down your collarbones, collecting at the ties of your swimsuit.
Yuji laughs, but the smile fades almost immediately.
"Uh... I've gotta get back to the grill." He rubs the back of his neck. "If Sukuna catches me slacking off..."
Your smile disappears.
"He's... coming?"
Your voice comes out quieter than you intended.
"Yeah." Yuji nods. "He and Toji went to grab more beer."
He notices the look on your face and lowers his voice.
"Sorry. I know you two don't exactly get along. But... maybe things have changed over the past year?" He shrugs. "Honestly, he barely ever talks about you."
You force yourself to nod.
If only Yuji knew.
If only this kind, oblivious boy had even the slightest idea what had happened two nights ago in the backseat of his brother's Mustang.
The way Sukuna had wrapped your hair around his fist.
The way he'd forced your face down between his knees.
The way you'd stared into those wild crimson eyes while he ruined your throat.
Your fingers drift unconsciously to your neck. It still feels as though his grip has never really left your skin.
"I should head inside," you mumble, already climbing out of the pool. "I need to dry off."
"What? We literally just got in!" Yuji calls after you.
But you're already walking away, not listening anymore.
Youโre basically sprinting. The wet fabric clings to your body, highlighting every curve. The concrete is slick; you almost slip.
You frantically scan the tables for his silhouette, praying to slip by unnoticed.
Youโre one foot onto the porch steps when a heavy palm slams onto your shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, jerking you backward.
You gasp, and your back slams into a rough wooden pillar.
The wood is scorching hot beneath the relentless sun, searing against your shoulder blades almost as fiercely as his grip.
He looms over you, a mountain of heat and shadow that swallows the light, cutting you off from the rest of the world.
Heat pours off him. He smells like sweat, sharp cologne, and bitter cigarette smoke.
The white t-shirt clinging to his chest is damp at the collar. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from his chest pocket. The tattoos on his face look like ink-stained scars, and his eyes hold nothing but cruel amusement.
"Where are you running off to, brat?" His voice is a gravelly, guttural growl. "Saw me and decided to bolt?"
"Let go, Sukuna," you hiss, pressing your palms to his chest. Under your fingers, his muscles are hard and boiling hot. "Let go, someoneโs gonna come out!"
"And what are they gonna do?"
He leans in, pinning you against the pillar with his weight. Your wet swimsuit leaves a darkening, spreading blotch on his shirt. He drops his gaze to your chest, slowly licking his parched lips.
"Those tits look insane. Wear that on purpose? Knew I was coming, didn't you, little bitch?"
"Fuck off," you exhale.
He thrusts a hip, forcing your head to smack against the wood again. His calloused hand, smelling of engine oil, unceremoniously rests on your waist, his fingers digging in.
"Decided to get a piece of the brat while you're at it?" he whispers right into your lips. "I saw you fawning over him in the pool. Have fun?"
"We were just playing! Yuji is my friend, you hear me? He's normal, unlike you!"
"Friend," Sukuna spits out venomously. "That pup follows you around like a lost dog. And you love it, don't you?"
His hand slides lower, roughly grazing your thigh, his fingers shoving under the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms. Without a shred of foreplay, he shoves a finger inside.
You freeze, breath hitched.
"Sukuna... don't... please..."
"I don't give a damn," he smirks.
His finger moves deeper, working you.
"My dad... my dad's gonna come out and see!" youโre almost begging.
Not now.
Please, not here.
"And whatโs your old man gonna do?" Sukuna sneers. "Beat me up? Brat, your daddy worships me."
His thumb grinds down hard on your most sensitive spot. A suffocating, sticky heat floods your lower belly. You hate yourself for how fast your body starts pulsing under his touch.
"I can hear you breathing," Ryomen whispers, biting your earlobe until it draws blood. "You want me to tear this piece of trash off right here and fuck you? Say 'no,' and I'll pull my hand out. Well? Say it."
You open your mouth, trying to choke out that damn "no," but instead, a dirty, drawn-out moan escapes your lips.
"Slut," Sukuna growls.
He jerks his hand away, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the kitchen door.
"Get inside. Now." He gives your wrist another rough tug. "Running away, huh?"
You knew he was crazy. A hot-headed, dangerous beast. Once youโre in the dim hallway, he turns, his face inches from yours. His eyes burn with something wild, something deeply wrong.
You never should have gotten close to Sukuna.
You never should have made that deal.
"You get whatโs gonna happen if your saint of a father finds out how his little girl sucks dick in parking lots?" he spits.
"It... it wasn't like that..." you sob, tears blinding you.
"Oh yeah? Then what was it? You just naturally learned how to swallow my cock to the hilt? Just swallowed my cum while you were dripping like a bitch?"
You cover your face, choking on a sob. Sukuna waits. Then his grip on your wrist lightens. He lets out a heavy, dirty sigh.
"Go upstairs." His voice is quieter now, but there's still steel beneath it.
He gives you a slight shove toward the stairs.
Your heart pounds in your temples. Your mouth has gone dry. You want to scream, call for Yuji, run back to the people outsideโbut your feet move anyway.
You run. Faster than if he were dragging you himself. Because the fear and panic inside you are tangled so tightly with the forbidden arousal pulling you under that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Youโd be lying if you said you didn't want this.
You'd be lying if you said the adrenaline wasn't pulling you toward him.
You rush into your room.
Run.
Move.
Why aren't you moving?
Sukuna follows close behind.
The lock clicks with a dry, terrifying snap.
You stand in the center of the room, gasping.
The window is left slightly ajar, and the boisterous, drunken laughter of your father echoes up from the backyard, mocking your silence. The sunset floods the room in a sickly, golden light.
Sukuna leans his back against the door.
Anyone outside who looks up will see you through the glass. The sheer, reckless audacity of it makes your mind reel with vertigo.
Sukuna takes a step. Then another. He is huge, a dangerous predator filling the space of your clean, quiet bedroom. You back away until your knees hit the mattress.
"Sit," he orders.
You don't move.
Ryomen is enormous, filthy, smelling of the summer heat, beer, and the street. He fills every inch of your quiet bedroom.
"I said, sit."
You drop to the edge, your wet swimsuit leaving a dark, damp stain on the pristine white sheet. He steps in, forcing your knees apart with his legs until you are completely trapped between them.
"So nervousโฆ" A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."
Sukuna looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He doesn't hesitate; he reaches out, slapping your cheek with a casual, stinging disregard before grabbing your chin, forcing your face up to meet his dark, predatory stare.
"Don't be scared, little one," he rasps, his eyes glinting with a savage hunger. "I don't bite. Unless you start begging for it."
His hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, forcing your cheek against the denim of his crotch. You can feel the heavy, pulsing heat of himโhuge and rigidโpressing against your face through the thick fabric.
"I missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
"Sukuna... my dad... he'll come up..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"Fuck," he growls, his patience fraying. "Quit whining."
His free hand dives under the hem of your top, and with one sharp, violent motion, he yanks the fabric up. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air.
You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists and pins them firmly to your sides.
He grabs your wrists, pinning them wide, and his fingers squeeze your breast with such punishing intensity that a sharp cry escapes your lips.
He only smirks, reaching behind your neck to jerk the ties of your bikini top free. It falls away, leaving you completely bare before him.
"Come on, brat," he breathes, his eyes darkening to black. "Jerk me off with your tits. Show me you remember how."
His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look him in the eyes.
"You understand me? Or do I need to knock it into your head?"
Your shaking fingers grab his belt. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. His cock falls out heavy, the wet tip glistening in the sunset.
"Don't be shy," he sneers. "Remember how you used to lick it. How deep youโd take it."
You swallow, licking your parched lips. Sukuna snorts mockingly.
"Just do it, I'm tired of waiting."
You cup your breasts in your hands, pressing his shaft firmly between them. The skin is slippery from sweat and leftover pool water; the cock moves easily, with a wet, sliding sound. You speed up the pace, squeezing your palms tighter. Under your hands, he becomes even more tense and aroused.
"Yeah... thatโs it, slut... Squeeze harder."
He starts moving his hips to meet you, practically fucking your chest with short, sharp, mechanical thrusts. The belt buckle clinks against the button with every movement, and he pushes deeper, faster.
Downstairs, Yujiโs laughter rings out, oblivious, while inside you, everything is melting into a puddle of shame and hunger. You part your lips, sucking the head on every forward thrust.
"Damn... fuck..." Sukuna rasps. "Yeah, like that... More... Iโm gonna..."
He cums just as you take the head into your mouth again. Hot, thick spurts splash across your chest, your neck, coating your chin. He stays there for a long time, his whole body shuddering with every release.
Sukuna finally steps back, breathing heavily. He zips up and looks down at youโdisheveled, covered in his essence, and trembling.
"Good job," he huffs, a look of satiated, animal triumph in his eyes. "Obedient little slut."
A large drop of his seed falls onto your navel. Your hand, acting on its own, drops down, your fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of your panties. You are aching with a hunger that doesn't end. He sees it, and his smirk widens.
"What, did you like it when I was rough?"
"No, I...โ"
"What 'please'?" He leans in, grabbing your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Say it. Out loud."
"I want you to fuck me!"
"I thought so."
He throws you onto your back. The mattress squeaks piteously as he bears down on you, pinning you to the bed with his massive body.
"Lie still and don't you dare twitch."
He takes your hands, puts them over your head, and pins them to the pillow with one of his massive palms, stripping you of the slightest chance to defend yourself. Youโre completely open and left to his mercy. He tears your panties aside.
His fingers jam inside, relentless, hitting you at full reach. The soundโthe wet, rhythmic squelching as you move on your own, grinding against his handโis enough to snap whatever thin leash he had on his restraint.
"Slut... what a fucking slut you are," he growls through his teeth. He grinds his crotch against your side, his hard, throbbing length pressing through the denim, punishing your bare, wet skin.
"Look at me, fuck," he orders, his free hand clamping around your throat. "Open your eyes, slut, and see whoโs fucking you."
He dips his head, his teeth sinking into your skin right over your pulseโa sharp, sudden bite that makes you gasp. He instantly licks the sting with his scorching tongue, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Feel how much I want you?" he rasps into your ear. "I want to bury myself in you. But first, youโre gonna come from my fingers. Youโre gonna come for me, hear me?"
His movements turn frantic. His thumb hammers against your clitoris with no mercy. You arch into him, your fingers tearing at his shirt. Everything inside you pulls tight, like a wire strung to the breaking point. The tension becomes unbearable, and you explode. A loud scream is drowned in his shoulder, your body goes into convulsions, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a death grip.
Sukuna doesn't stop, continuing to move his fingers, wringing the last of the orgasm out of you until you go completely limp, turning into a ragdoll.
He finally pulls his hand out with a wet, heavy sound.
He brings his stained fingers to his lips, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes, and slowly licks them clean.
Sukuna stands up. As his weight leaves the mattress, the room suddenly feels empty. He fastens his belt, the sharp click of the buckle sounding like a death sentence.
"So, how are we supposed to go back downstairs after that?" He sounds lazy, but his eyes burn with triumph. "You smell like me and sex from a mile away, brat."
"Why are you doing this, Sukuna?" Your voice trembles. "Was that night not enough for you?"
He pauses, leaning in so close that the smoke from his cigarette burns your eyes.
"Enough? Brat, it'll never be enough. You brought this on yourself. Remember this: stay the hell away from my brother. You so much as look at him again, and I'll fuck you on his own bed. I don't give a damn who's outside the door."
He strolls to the dresser, lights another cigarette, and exhales a stream of smoke. "What? Not even a 'thank you'?"
You give the smallest nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I understand."
"Good girl."
He turns toward the door. It clicks shut behind him, and his footsteps fade. You are left alone, and your gaze drifts to the nightstand. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills lie there.
Payment. That's all it is.
Nausea crawls up your throat, but the worst partโthe part that makes you want to tear yourself apartโis the faint, pulse-like satisfaction still buried deep inside you. Your body has betrayed you.
You grab a wet wipe and, frantically, until your skin is raw and purple, you wipe the semen from your chest and neck, desperately trying to wash away the smell of his tobacco and skin. With trembling fingers, you somehow pull on your wet swimsuit and head down to the backyard.
Suddenly, right by your ear, making your whole body flinch, his low, mocking voice rings out:
"Sweetheart, you forgot to wipe the traces off your chin."
You spin around abruptly. Sukuna is standing a step away from you, demons dancing in his eyes, and on his lipsโthat same crooked, triumphant smirk. Toji is standing behind him, lazily sipping beer and giving you a sharp, sly once-over from head to toe. Heโs clearly in on your "secret."
You jerk your hand up in fear, frantically scrubbing your chin... but your fingers are dry.
Thereโs nothing there.
He lied.
Just to mock you.
To show that you are completely in his power.
Your face flushes a deep, burning crimson. Sukuna lets out a ringing, mocking laugh. He turns and heads toward the table, his broad back flickering among the guests like a predator returning to his pack.
You watch him walk away, feeling a slow-acting poison spreading through your veins. You feel used, trampled, and dirty. But as you watch him effortlessly take charge, a horrifying thought creeps into your mind: the sun will set, the guests will leave, and somewhere in the parking lot beside the Mustang, a lighter will click again.
And you'll find your way back to him. Because the poison beneath your skin craves only himโand you don't want it to stop.
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You accidentally knock on your brother Toji's neighbor's door instead of his. Unfortunately for you, his neighbor happens to be Sukuna.
Warm autumn air drifts lazily across the cracked parking lot, pushing brittle leaves over the worn asphalt. The car finally slows to a stop, the engine cutting off in front of the old red-brick fraternity house.
You climb out, the crisp fall air brushing pleasantly against your skin. Out of habit, you adjust the leather strap of your bag on your shoulder, but it does nothing to ease the tension sitting in your chest.
You won't even be starting college until next year.
The trunk slams open behind you with a dull thud.
Your dad, grumbling under his breath like always, starts unloading boxes while your mom immediately begins counting the endless bags of homemade food they brought for Toji. Of course they couldn't show up empty-handed. Your brother's always had a ridiculous appetite after spending hours at the gym.
"Go get your brother," your mom says without even looking up. "Tell him to help your father."
"Mhm..."
Your answer comes out quiet, almost absentminded. You give a lazy nod before heading toward the fraternity house.
You think Toji's room is on the second floor...
Or was it the first?
The last time you were here, you'd been too caught up in your own thoughts to pay attention to where you were going. By the time you reach the porch, you realize you've completely forgotten the layout.
Thankfully, the heavy oak front door is closed.
You reach out and press the old brass doorbell.
Nothing.
For what feels like forever.
Nearly a full minute passes before slow, dragging footsteps finally echo from somewhere inside.
A heavy lock clicks.
The door swings open.
A guy stands in front of you.
He's ridiculously tall.
Maybe even taller than Toji.
Messy snow-white hair sticks out in every direction like he'd just rolled out of bed. He lets out a huge yawn, lazily rubbing the back of his neck before squinting against the bright afternoon sun.
Only then does he finally look at you.
His eyesโan impossibly vivid shade of blueโstudy you with open curiosity.
For a few seconds, he just... stares.
Then the corners of his lips curl into an easy, welcoming smile.
"Well, hey there."
His voice catches you off guard.
Deep.
Smooth.
Relaxed in a way that sounds almost effortlessly confident.
You suddenly forget how to speak under that unwavering gaze.
"Uh... hi."
Your voice wavers.
"I'm... Toji's little sister."
You clear your throat.
"My parents are here. I just came to grab him so he can help unload everything."
The blond lifts an eyebrow.
Something playful flickers in those bright blue eyes.
"Sister?"
His tone makes it sound less like a question and more like he's trying to figure out whether you're messing with him.
"Yeah."
He watches you for another second before his smile widens, faint dimples appearing in his cheeks.
Just like that, every trace of sleepiness disappears from his face.
"Satoru."
He gives you a small, polite nod.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
Satoru steps aside in one smooth motion, letting you into the cool, dim entrance hall.
"Second floor. End of the hallway, then take a right."
"Thanks."
You nod quickly before hurrying past him, trying very hard not to hold your breathโor look around too much.
You're already halfway up the old wooden staircase when a quiet chuckle reaches your ears from behind.
Heat immediately creeps up your neck.
The hallway upstairs is silent.
You walk all the way to the end where it splits in two.
Two doors.
Facing each other.
You quickly replay Satoru's directions in your head.
Right.
So...
This one.
You knock on the painted wood.
Nothing.
You wait, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.
A cold knot of anxiety slowly spreads through your chest.
You knock again.
Harder.
Still nothing.
Frowning nowโand already annoyed at your brother, who's probably dead asleepโyou raise your fist one more time.
This time, much louder.
The door suddenly flies open.
Your fist jerks forward into empty air.
You flinch so hard your heart nearly jumps into your throat.
Instead of a face...
You find yourself staring directly at a broad, bare chest.
It isn't Toji.
The man standing in front of you is built just as solidlyโbroad shoulders, thick frame, the kind of body that clearly belongs to someone used to hard training. His chest and stomach are completely bare, muscles shifting beneath his skin with even the smallest movement.
But that's not what steals your attention.
It's the tattoos.
Black markings wrap tightly around his forearms before climbing over his shoulders, stretching across the sides of his ribs and branching down his abdomen in thin, jagged lines. You even catch a few smaller markings circling his biceps.
Then your eyes drift to his face.
The same black lines run beneath his eyes and across his cheekbones, making his already sharp features look even harsher.
His hair is an unusual shade of soft peach, still slightly damp like he'd just gotten out of the shower. One loose strand hangs over his forehead, almost covering his right eye.
A desk lamp glows somewhere behind him, spilling warm amber light over one side of his body while the other remains swallowed by shadow.
He's frowning.
You can practically feel his gaze travel slowly over you, sizing you up without a hint of shame.
Slowly, he tilts his head.
There's something animalistic about the movement.
Predatory.
"A...?"
The confused sound slips out before you can stop it.
He doesn't answer right away.
His brows knit together slightly, and his expression shifts into something openly skepticalโbordering on amused.
Then he grimaces, as if the sound of your voice alone is enough to irritate him.
"...Who are you?"
You open your mouth.
Nothing comes out.
Heat rushes into your face, down your neck, even across your chest until your skin prickles with embarrassment.
"I... I'm sorry..."
Your words stumble over each other.
"I was looking for Toji."
Your voice comes out painfully small.
Silence.
His expression only grows flatter.
Bored.
His face practically says, Here we go again.
Apparently, girls using that excuse isn't exactly new to him.
You rush to explain before he can misunderstand any further.
"I'm his sister."
A faint smirk finally appears.
It never reaches his eyes.
He straightens up before casually leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest. The movement pulls at the tattoos stretched over his muscles.
Without saying a word, he lifts one hand and points behind you.
"Toji's room is the one across the hall."
He gives a lazy nod toward the door behind your back.
Even as you turn away, the weight of his attention doesn't leave you.
He doesn't look away for even a second.
You glance over your shoulderโ
โand only now notice the faded nameplate hanging on the opposite door.
Oh.
You really did get the rooms mixed up.
"Oh my God..."
You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you whole.
"Thank you."
You practically flee to the correct door, putting as much distance between yourself and him as possible before knocking several times in quick succession.
Even then...
You know he hasn't moved.
His gaze still burns between your shoulder blades, making goosebumps rise across your skin.
A few seconds later, the door opens.
Toji stands there, squinting through sleep-heavy eyes as he rubs at them with one hand.
Then he recognizes you.
"Shorty?"
"Toji!"
The second you hear his voice, all the tension leaves your body.
You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face against his chest.
Still half-asleep, he pats your back automatically.
"Mom and Dad are here."
Your words tumble out in one breath.
"Dad needs help unloading everything. They brought, like... a ridiculous amount of stuff."
"They're already here?"
He drags a hand down his face, trying to wake himself up.
"It's barely fucking nine in the morning..."
You shrug.
Only after he speaks does Toji notice where your uneasy gaze is fixed.
Behind you, still leaning lazily against his own doorway, stands his neighbor.
Toji's expression changes instantly.
Every trace of sleep disappears, replaced by quiet irritation.
His whole body tenses.
"Sukuna."
His voice turns sharp.
"The fuck are you staring at?"
The stranger lets out a low chuckle.
His voice is deep, rough around the edges, but just as rich as Satoru's had been downstairsโ
โbut unlike Satoru's, there's something dangerous beneath it.
Something aggressive.
Sukuna.
You quietly memorize the name.
"Your kid sister decided she'd stop by my room first."
Toji shoots you a questioning look.
You shrink a little, still hiding against his shoulder.
"I... mixed up the doors..."
Your voice is barely above a whisper.
Toji clicks his tongue in annoyance, his jaw tightening.
He steps out into the hallway, stuffing his hands into his sweatpants pockets before gently nudging you forward.
"You guys heading back tonight?" he asks, never taking his eyes off Sukuna.
"Yeah."
You nod.
"We're leaving later."
"Shame."
That lazy, velvety voice comes from behind you, sending your pulse climbing all over again.
You glance back.
Sukuna hasn't moved.
His arms are still crossed over his chest, every inch of those black tattoos on display.
That crooked smirk is still playing on his lips.
"Aren't you staying for the party tonight?"
Toji rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.
His jaw flexes.
"Shut up," he throws over his shoulder.
"She's not going."
"Why not?"
Sukuna sounds almost amused.
"'Cause she's still too young."
The words sting far more than his attempt to protect you.
"Excuse me? I'm not! I'm alreadyโ"
You take a step forward, ready to argueโ
โbut Toji doesn't even acknowledge your protest.
Instead, he reaches over and plants a heavy hand on top of your head, giving it a firm squeeze.
"And don't even think about checking out my friends."
His tone is serious.
Almost warning you.
"I wasn't going to!"
You grumble, brushing your hair back into place after he ruffles it.
You're about to argue some more.
But your eyes meet Sukuna's.
He's still standing in his doorway.
Still looking at you.
Not Toji.
Not the hallway.
Not anything else.
Just...
You.
The smirk on his lips slowly spreads into something far more self-satisfied.
You don't know how long the moment lasts.
Long enough to make your pulse forget how to behave.
Maybe forever.
Thenโ
Thwack.
Toji smacks the back of your head.
You let out a tiny yelp, immediately dropping your gaze to the toes of your sneakers, pretending they're suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world while trying desperately to calm the frantic pounding of your heart.
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Thanks for reading! โก Just a little drabble. I'm still a bit unsure about this one, but I hope some of you enjoyed it anyway.
Aaa so happy to see you back!! Your writing is amazing are we gonna see another part for pervert Sukuna. Take care!! ๐
That's so sweet of you!!๐
I'm really happy you're enjoying it! And yesโthere's actually a new part of Pervert Sukuna that came out today. ๐คญ I have so much planned for that series, so don't worry, it's not going anywhere!๐ซถ๐
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