i donât think u guys know how serious this is for me like im gonna cum
(also checked my messages and i did in fact get ONE ask 2 hours ago asking if ive seen true form sukuna get animated so anon, i am hereby putting u in my will. u will receive 100,000,000 upon my death)
â THE FOUR TIMES YOUR NEIGHBOR TRIES TO HOOK UP WITH YOU AND THE ONE TIME HE SUCCEEDS !! â
â§ pairing: uncle! sukuna x neighbor! reader
â§ summary: you had grown up next door to the itadoris, but you never had met their uncle. and for good reason, he had spent the majority of his life in and out of jail. but now he was finally out, and he only had one goal in mind -- getting you in his bed.
â§ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, modern au, uncle sukuna, degradation (slut, whore, brat), freshly out from jail sukuna, implied age gap (sukuna probably like late 30s / early 40s, reader is like mid twenties), wet dreams (f!), masturbation (f! +m!), dom!sukuna, sub!reader, dirty talk, oral (f + m), spanking (f!receiving), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, orgasm delay (f! receiving), implied multiple rounds, swearing, fanart found on pinterest (let me know if you know the og artist)
â§ w/c: 8,939
You were a pretty little thing.Â
Thatâs what he thought when he first saw you. And when he saw you smile, his second thought was â how could he have you?Â
You were the girl next door. Literally. Grew up next to the Itadori family, you watched the brat on weekends, helped around the house after the mom had left, and even slept over some nights in the guest room.Â
The very room you were in now, pinned underneath him, legs spread as your cunt gushed as if you had been the one doing time instead of him.Â
âFuck, girl, did the boys your age not fuck you properly?â He clicks his tongue, the glint of his piercing in the low light of the moonlight that illuminated the barest hint of the room. It was by that light that you could not only see the way his lips curled into a smirk as his hand came down on your needy pussy, but the noticeable bulge in his pants, âgânna have to fix that,â as he thumbs meanly at your swollen clit, âIâll have you screaming my name soon enough.âÂ
âAre the cookies almost done?â Yuji asked, rubbing the back of his head, squinting at the cookies through the oven window, trying to make sense of what he was seeing, âsure youâre not burning them?âÂ
âI know how to bake cookies, Yu,â you roll your eyes, as you clean the counters off of the flour and bits of dough and sugar that smeared the surface, âwhy are you so impatient anyway?âÂ
âHe wants to leave before the wrecking ball blows through, and you should do that same,â Choso adds, emerging from his room with a yawn, and you tilt your head, his gaze slides to Yuji, âshe doesnât know?âÂ
Yuji shakes his head, âI thought Dad wasââÂ
Choso glances at you, gesturing to his face to tell you that you had something on your own, before his eyes slide back to his younger brother, âYou know Jin can barely remember to tell us, much lessââÂ
You cross your arms, wiping the flour and sugar from your cheek, but you only manage to make it worse, âCan you guys just tell me instead of having an argument about who should have told me?âÂ
Yuji sighed, leaning against the counter, elbow propped up as he held his head up with his fist flat against his chin, âMy dadâs brother is coming to stay for us for the summer,âÂ
âYour uncle?â and you miss the way Yuji grimaces at the question, too busy pulling on oven mitts, âYour dadâs great â I canât imagine your uncle being any different,â you pull the cookies from the oven, swatting Yujiâs hand as he tries to take one off the still burning rack, âyouâll burn yourself, just wait,âÂ
Your own family was scattered here and there now â and the Itadoris had been like your own family as you grew up â Jin was like a second dad to you, he had always looked after you, even after you had graduated from college. The quiet man didnât say much but he did a lot, and you couldnât imagine his brother being much different.Â
And then the door swung open, a large man caught in the backlight of the summer sun, casting a long shadow across the entryway made your breath stick in your chest as if it was where it belonged â pinned under his mere presence.Â
âLooks like youâve done nothing to change the place, did you?â He takes a step or two in and finally his body is cast into view â tattoos bound like ribbons against his skin, muscles are heavy cords that look more monstrous than human â as no human should be as hulking as he was. But that was nothing compared to his face itself â black tattoos lining both sides of his face in an intricate pattern that stole your breath from your lungs, while his eyes were black holes that cut right through you than at you, a flicker of flames burning underneath, âtch, brat, take my things upââ he tosses the duffle bag slung over his shoulder at Yuji who catches it with a glare, before his gaze slides to Choso, âand heâs still here?âÂ
âDonât be rude to my son and his brother, Sukuna,â Jin sighed, entering behind him as he shut the door, âChoso is welcome, and donât forget youâre a guest here,â he takes the bag from his son, and takes it upstairs instead.Â
And Sukunaâs gaze finally falls on you. Itâs heavy, the sharp tip of a sword tracing every inch of your body as it circled its weak points â his eyes lingers on the curves of your body â and perhaps the points he liked too.Â
âAnd whoâs this?â he jerks his head towards you gruffly, as if you couldnât answer yourself.Â
You say your name, âIâm their neighbor,â and he nods, eyes darting to Choso, his body growing tense, as he gritted his teeth, but Sukuna was only all smiles, he took steps forward. You canât help but avert your gaze, as he approaches, fingers outstretched, a slight flinch but itâs gone soon enough.Â
You glance up, and find him taking a bite of one of your cookies, tongue darting out to lick the chocolate from his lips, âsweet,â he devours it, ânot bad, brat,â and he leans close again to grab another, âbut probably not as sweet as you.âÂ
And your eyes widen, as he bears no reaction, except for a small smirk that graces his lips, as he follows his brother upstairs, âYou better not be fucking around in my things,âÂ
You donât hear Jinâs reply, still utterly consumed by what just happened.Â
âYou okay? Heâs just like that,â Choso murmurs, âhe wonât bother you, I promise,âÂ
âNo, no, Iâm okay,â your lips curl in an offer of reassurance, but youâre sure it falls flat, as your eyes glance back at the stairs.Â
And that was your first time meeting Sukuna.Â
But far from your last. Â
The next time you saw him was at a summer barbecue the Itadoris always had to kick off summer break. And most of your time was spent chatting with Choso and kicking Yujiâs ass at Mario Kart, until it grew dark, and Choso was stuck carrying a slightly tipsy Yuji inside.
You laid back in the patio chair, scrolling on your phone to the symphony of cicadas filling the silence, the smoke from the barbecue still lingering in the night â and then you hear the creak of the back door open.Â
âYou want another drink, Choso?âÂ
âIâd love a drink, girl,â and your eyes snap over to spot Sukuna, standing with hands tucked into his pockets, a black tank you assumed was several sizes too small.Â
âSure,â you say, slipping from your chair, âbut we only have the mix for a sex on the beach,â and his eyes find yours, a ghost of a gruff chuckle on his lips.Â
âSounds perfect if itâs from you, sweetheart,â and you have to suppress the urge to roll your eyes â he may be nice to look at, but he isnât smooth, you make the drink in relative silence. Until you sense his presence behind you, your head whipping back to find him looming, your breath caught in your throat.Â
âUhââÂ
âJust wanted to see a master bartender at work, you seem like you really know what youâre doing, with, whatâs the drink called again?â And you force yourself to look forward, ignoring the weird mix of his musk and alcohol, with the clink of the ice cubes against the glsd breaking the silence.Â
âSex on the beach,â you offer it to him, and fuck, you donât like it â donât like him and his smug grin, the way your eyes canât pull away from his, the way your heart clenched, and the way you wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smile on off his face.Â
âGood girl,â he plucks the drink from you, his fingers brushing yours, âwant to have one with me?âÂ
And you almost find yourself saying yes, find yourself buckling under the heat of his gaze and the summer humidity that clings to your skin and strangles the sense from your head â and you canât help but think how nice those fingers of his would feel around your neckâ
âNo, no, I probably should head home. Itâs lateââ and just then the back door opens again, Choso standing in the doorway, âChoso, whereâs Yu?âÂ
âI got him to bed. Come on, Iâll walk you home,â and you nod, grabbing your bag with a slight nod to Sukuna before disappearing inside, and you donât catch the way your best friend glares at Sukuna.Â
And you donât see the way Sukuna stares at you as you walk away either.Â
The third time you meet Sukuna is a few nights later â and it wasnât for lack of trying to avoid him.Â
âCan I have some popcorn?â you ask, eyes still glued to the TV, a movie that the two of you had seen a million times before during movie night, âChoso?â you glance over at him, but heâs staring off into space, âhello?â you nudge him, and he finally comes to.Â
âSorry, what?â And you sigh, leaning over and grabbing the popcorn bowl, âsorry I was justââ he shakes his head, ânothing,âÂ
âYouâre so convincing,â and you see a flush crawl up his neck, âCâmon, whatâs bothering you?âÂ
You toss a pillow at Choso, the pillow bouncing off his face to land in his lap, the glow of the TV in his dark bedroom giving you enough light to see the glare on his face, âCho, youâve been brooding all night â did Yuji call you by your name instead of big brother?âÂ
He scoffs, âI only got upset about that once,â or twice or maybe ten times, âitâs Sukuna. Heâs been really grating on my nerves,â and your eyebrows knit together, as you put the volume of the TV down.Â
âWhat has he done?â and Choso hesitates, several emotions flicker across his face before a stoic look glazes over his face, as he presses his hand to his lips, âyou can tell meââÂ
Thereâs a knock at the door, and Yuji sticks his head in, âHey, Dad has to sleep now for a meeting, so move to the living room,â and you throw popcorn at him, but he only catches one or two in his mouth and leaves.Â
You sigh, âI should probably just go home anyway, I have to get some sleep,â you glance at Choso, who is fascinated with his floor all of a sudden, âyou okay?â He moves to get up, but you shake your head, âjust chill, Iâll walk back.âÂ
He opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it, âIâm fine, just get home safe okay?â
You snort, âthink Iâll be fine walking the ten feet to my door,â you grab your things, âIâll see you tomorrow,âÂ
And you close the door softly, turning to head up the hallway and out of the house, bag slung over your shoulder, and youâre turning the corner, when you nearly crash into someone.Â
A hand curls around your wrist to steady you, âYou should watch where youâre going, brat,â and your eyes flit up to find a dark gaze looking back down at you, lips curled in a small grin, âdonât know what youâll find wandering these halls,âÂ
You pull your arm away, âIâm pretty familiar with these halls and what wanders them,âÂ
âNot all of them,â the low tone of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, as you brush past him, avoiding his piercing gaze, cutting through you with practiced ease, âwhat were you doing here so late anyway?â You ignore him as you go to grab your shoes, but find them missing.Â
âHave you seen my shoes?â and he only tilts his head, arms crossed, muscles inked with tattoos that littered up and down, and you knew he could pin you down with barely an ounce of effort.Â
âMaybe answer my question and Iâll tell you,â and your lips twist into a scowl, as you begin to look around, checking the coat closet, under the couch, âwas he really that bad?â And his question makes you pause, âthe cursed brat, in bed? Did he not do the job for you?âÂ
You haul yourself to your feet, âWhat is your problem?âÂ
And his expression is as milquetoast as ever, as if he had asked you about the weather as opposed to asking if you had fucked your best friend, âYou donât have to be fucking sensitive, itâs just a question,â he runs his painted nails through his dyed cropped hair, low light glinting off the black sheen, âunless it was that bad,âÂ
âFuck off,â you scoff, trying to walk past him but he blocks you, âwhat?âÂ
âMaybe Iâll help you find your shoes, if you have a drink with me,â and you cross your arms.Â
âDid you go to jail for stealing? Because with all those muscles and tattoos, Iâm surprised you werenât caught sooner,â and heâs leaning closer, breath warming your lips and your blood alike, boiling under your skin as if he had set you on fire without lying a single finger on you.Â
âDidnât take you to be one to admire me, little one, after all, Iâm just your neighborsâ uncle arenât I? Jailbird, criminal, fucking lowlife, right? And his fingers ghost over your jaw, âbut I donât see you pulling away, do I?âÂ
And you arenât. But why arenât you? Every brain cell is telling you to fucking run, but your body wants nothing more than to lean into his touch, to give in, let yourself be engulfed by himâ
The creak of the door has you jumping back, âhey, you forgot your shoesââ Choso starts, and his gaze snaps between you and Sukuna.Â
âThanks, Cho,â you slip past Sukuna, grabbing your shoes, âi was wondering what I did with them,â you step into your shoes, cheeks still burning as you canât quite meet your best friendâs eyes, âIâll see you tomorrow,âÂ
And youâre gone without another word, the silence of your exit hanging overhead as the screen door clicks closed behind you. Sukuna watches you leave, and as he turns heâs met with a glare from Choso.Â
Sukuna only gives a gruff chuckle, walking past as he lets his shoulder bump against Chosoâs, âWhat are you fucking looking at?âÂ
And now he had visited you in your dreams too.Â
âSâfucking wet,â Sukuna has you pinned down with one hand, face hovering over your drenched cunt, as he toyed with it, tugging your folds apart to let some of your pre drip onto your bedspread, âfucking slut, you were begging for this, werenât you?âÂ
And a thick digit sinks into you with little resistance, making your back arch as pleasure rips up your spine, âfuck off,â you manage, between pants.Â
âI know, brat, thatâs what Iâm trying to do,â he laughs, as he works a second finger inside you with practiced ease, âlike I was made to fuck this cunt open, my fingers are already fucking drenched, and all Iâve done is open you up,â and to punctuate his point, heâs scissoring his fingers to stretch your walls out, dragging against them, as your mouth falls open in a silent moan.Â
âA-ah, pleaseââ and heâs grinning now, a purr as he leans down to meet your blown out gaze. His fingers begin to fuck you open, his thumb rubbing against your clit as your body rocked against his hand. And a grunt has you looking at him, only to see him palming his erection, slit dripping with precum, âSukuna, pleaseââÂ
âKnew youâd be a good girl fâme, good little slut gonna break my fingers in two,â and his other hand spanks your clit, ânow cum,âÂ
And you do, muscles clenching as you do, a cry of his name on your lips that does nothing but stroke his ego, your orgasm soaking his hand. Eyes fluttering open to find him licking your release from his fingers, as his other hand undoes his pants and tugs down his boxers, his cock already dragging against your still twitching cunt.Â
âFuck,â you mumble, under your breath, and he only smiles.Â
âNow youâre getting it, baby.âÂ
And your alarm jolts you awake, you stare at your ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin, while you glance at your side to find nothing but your comforter beside you. Not to mention, as you shifted, feeling the telltale stickiness of your arousal and the dull throbbing of your cunt, the aftermath of your dream â your very wet dream.Â
âFuck,â you say, this time out loud and to no one but yourself. This was going to be a problem, if you let this go on. And you couldnât. Not after the last time â you swing your feet over the edge of the bed and stand, glancing back at the stain of your pre that you flipped your comforter over â and not after that.Â
âHave you been avoiding me?âÂ
Yes, you have done a good job. Until now.Â
You gritted your teeth, as you stood in the doorway of the room. But how could you have avoided him in the guest room of the house he lived in?Â
And as he loomed in the doorway of the kitchen, dwelling in the shadow of his form, you were kicking the ass of past you, the one that had convinced you it was okay to stay over because Sukuna had been out.Â
âHadâ being the operative word.Â
It had been a few days since you had found yourself at the Itadoris. And more than a few days since you had found yourself dreaming of Sukuna â waking up with his name on your tongue and your panties uncomfortably drenched. You had gone through more underwear this week than you had in a month. And it didnât help that you felt the need to get off once you did wake, the ache between your thighs was too much to bear before sleep.Â
And now here was the subject of your dirty dreams darkening your doorway, as if your dreams were some naughty prophecy waiting to unfold (though you were sure he could fold you).Â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
And you knew exactly what he was talking about. You had made sure Sukuna wasnât around when you came over (the absence of his motorcycle is a telltale sign), and always left before he returned. But tonight you made the mistake of drinking with Choso, the two of you finishing two bottles of sake before being completely fucked.Â
Your head was spinning â you could barely have made it to the bathroom, much less your home. Choso had corralled you into taking his bed, before going and collapsing on his couch. It had been only a few hours into the night before you got up in a haze of confusion with your mouth drier than the Sahara. You pulled yourself up, slipped on thin sleep shorts that you had thrown off at some point due to the summer humidity, before finding your way to the door.Â
You made your way to the kitchen, the squeak of the fridge as you pulled it open to grab a water bottle. And thatâs when he spoke.Â
âAnd here you are,â and the water bottle nearly slipped from your grasp, âno need to jump, brat, Iâm not a monster or a shadow,â
No, but heâs so much worse, heâs real.Â
âI was just getting something to drink,â you murmur, and he tilts his head, as he takes a step closer.Â
âJust water?â Thatâs not the kind of drink you still owe me,â and why was his presence so intoxicating? Several drinks in and you could still hold your own, still speak in complete sentences, and even make your way home on foot. But Sukuna comes near, and suddenly you can barely form a fucking syllable, your limbs feel far too heavy, and your body is nearly burning, as if he had turned your blood to wine without any miracle needed.Â
No, it was more of a curse.Â
âI donât remember owing you anything,â and heâs tilting his head, amusement flickering across his lips, a step closer and then another, until youâre utterly engulfed in his presence. You can smell the mix of exhaust and sweat off of him from his motorcycle ride, the way his jaw tenses as if he is holding himself back from taking a bite, and the way his gaze pierces into you as if he has you pinned like a butterfly under glass.Â
âDo I need to give you a reason?â And when his fingers ghosted over your swell of your cheek, a featherlight brush from rough, calloused skin that makes a shiver roll down your body, âdidnât think I had to with the way you were nearly melting into my touch when I saw you last, girl,âÂ
âI wasnât the one begging for me to be there,â and he clicks his tongue derisively, and you wonder what else he can do with it, before his fingers grip your chin roughly, forcing your gaze to his.Â
âTch, so pleased with yourself just for resisting, are you, sweetheart?â he tilts his head, while his other hand slithers down your side until he finds your waist and tugs you close, lips hanging close, a forbidden fruit begging you to take a bite, âimagine how good youâd feel if you gave in,â and you almost do, melting into his touch, as if you were made to fit in his arms, leaning up so you could feel the warm breath of his welcomeâ
SLAM!Â
Youâre sent stumbling back again, clearing your throat, as the sounds of footsteps grow close, and Yuji wanders into the kitchen, mouth pulled open by his yawn, as he blinks as he spots the two of you.Â
âHey, I thought you were asleep upstairs,â he walks past the two of you to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, and sparing a short glance at Sukuna, âand I thought you had plans,âÂ
âPlans can change, brat,â Sukuna sighs, his eyes still trained on you â a homing missile with a target, and Yuji was an obstacle in the way, âshouldnât you go back to bed?âÂ
âI could ask you two the same,â he leaned against the kitchen counter for a moment, while you only shook your head.Â
âIâm going to go to bed,â your only exit opportunity and youâd take it â there had been enough mistakes made, and you didnât need another to add to the list, and youâre slipping back into your room without another word.Â
You donât see the way Sukuna glares at his nephew, cursing the day of his existence with only his eyes, only gaining a confused stare in return, âWhat? Ow!â
And youâre only left questioning why Yuji is holding a bag of ice to his head the next morning.Â
But you knew you couldnât avoid Sukuna forever â and you couldnât avoid how you felt either.
Especially when he gave you exactly what you wanted â space. You had barely seen him for the next week, the former criminal making himself scarce, apparently telling his brother that he had grown tired of ârooming with a bunch of brats,â and had found himself another place to stay for a while.Â
Jin had sighed when you had asked over breakfast a day or so after he left, âI donât know how long heâll be gone, but weâll see. The only requirement of his release was to stay in the prefectureââÂ
âAnd thatâs already far too close,â Yuji muttered under his breath, earning a sharp look from his dad, âso we donât even know if heâll be back huh?âÂ
Jin shrugs, as he sips his coffee, âI donât know â your uncle isnât one to stay in one place â unless thereâs something that he wants,âÂ
âIâll take any amount of time that heâs not here,â Choso shakes his head, offering you a small smile, âand this way you can stay over in the guest room now,âÂ
âYeah, true,â you offered a weak smile, as you continued to pick at your food. This was good news, things were going back to normal, but even so, as you pushed your food on your plate â why did your chest ache so much?Â
âYuck, do peopleâs heads really explode like that?â Yuji sat with the two of you in the living room, TV playing the movie Yuji had chosen, shoveling popcorn by the fistful.Â
âHow would we know that?â you snort, stealing popcorn from his bowl, âwhy did you even choose this movie anyway?âÂ
âHe heard there was a Megan Thee Stallion cameo in it,â and Yujiâs cheeks flushed, visible even in the dim illumination of the TV, as he got to his feet.Â
âIâm gonna get a drink, do you two want anything?â And you both shake your heads, as you stifle your chuckle.Â
âYou wanna stay over tonight?â Choso asks, and you tilt your head, toying with a popcorn kernel between your fingers.Â
You shrug, âweâll see,â your eyes drift back to the movie, but you feel the creak of the bed as he shifts.Â
âYou donât have been avoiding staying over, even though itâs just us,â Fuck, your eyes still found themselves on the screen instead of him, anywhere but him, and you can hear the unspoken words â even though Sukuna is not here, âare you sure weâre good?âÂ
And you couldnât tell him that it wasnât him that was bothering you. It wasnât him keeping you up at night, it wasnât him who had been tempting you the last few weeks, and it wasnât him that you wanted to see â no matter how much you didnât want to admit it, even to yourself.Â
So you donât. Â
You smile as best you can, âEverythingâs fine, Choso,â and he frowns, still unsure, and you know thereâs only one thing that will assure him, if only a little, âIâll stay over,âÂ
And so you end up in the guest room â far too late. Even though Sukuna no longer lingered here, his scent still did, even with the sheet change and the small amount of his things gone, he was still very much here.Â
And it did little for your sleep. Or maybe too much.Â
Again, you dreamt of him, his large palms dragging down your sides, lips pulled in a smirk that he pressed to the hollow of your throat before itâs consumed by a flash of canines that pinch and tease the softness of your flesh.Â
âSâfucking wet,â he huffs a chuckle out, âsuch a little slut, been wanting this for far too long havenât you?â And heâs undoing your robe with ease, a single tug has your body revealed to him, âhavenât even laid a finger on you and look at the mess youâve made,â he clicks his tongue, and a whine parts your lips, âalready whining like a bitch?âÂ
He shoves two fingers inside you, a gasp ripped from your throat, thick digits stretching your walls, clenching around the intrusion, âSukunaâplease,âÂ
âSilly girl,â he murmurs in your ear, âIâm not even the one touching you now,â and fantasy melts into reality as his hand cups your chin, eyes fluttering open, âbut I know I can make you cum faster than any dream,âÂ
Wait. What?Â
And suddenly the touch down your body feels all too real, pain ribboning from the fingers squeezing your hips hard, and a gasp as your body trembles, still caught between sleep and reality. Your body canât move, but itâs not the weight of your own limbs keeping you still.Â
Your eyes shoot open completely, sleep shed completely from your mind.Â
And you found Sukuna, his lips curled in a smile that was far too familiar from other sleepless nights. But was it? Or was it another dream that he had invaded, far too real as you slept in his bed, rather than your own.Â
Your hand reaches out for him shakily, fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw, âIs this real?â you mutter, more to yourself, but he takes it upon himself to answer, his hand darting out to curl around your wrist, squeezing, while the other holds himself up, mattress creaking a divot where his hand pressed in, body heat all too close.Â
âWant me to pinch you? Canât say itâll be the cheek youâre thinking of,â he chuckles, unable to meet his gaze, âdonât go acting like a shy virgin now, woman. Youâre the one having wet dreams about me,âÂ
âNo, I-I, it wasnâtââ but your brain is short circuiting and his laugh that rumbles against you tells you heâs enjoying this far too much, âwhat are you doing here? I thought you left,â the statement comes out far too biting, and he raises an eyebrow.Â
âI did, but it was just for a week. I had some business to deal with,â and a grin pulls at his lips, âwhy? Did you miss me, brat? Is that why youâre dreaming of me?âÂ
Youâre squirming underneath him trying to look anywhere but him, âIâm not, it wasnâtââ and he only hums, dragging a hand down your front, until heâs reaching your shorts, a brief pause to see if youâd pull away, but you donât, and fingers pressing against your soaked shorts.Â
âThat why youâre soaked through your fucking shorts?â And the rough pads of his fingers grind against your eager hole, nearly swallowing you in, only the thin fabric of your shorts keeping his fingers from fucking you then and there, âleast your bodyâs honest â so eager to get fucked,â and heâs teasing your drenched entrance, drawing his fingers back to have your pre like spiderwebs between the two digits.Â
âSukuna, pleaseââ and his lips curl.Â
âTell me to stop, and Iâll go,â a small whine left your throat, the throbbing between your thighs growing with the way his gaze undid you â unscrewed you by your hinges and watched you fall apart, only to ask you to put yourself back together.Â
But you couldnât. Not without him.Â
âSukunaââÂ
âI didnât ask you to whine, are you going to answer my questionâ-âÂ
âFuck me,â the words fall from your lips as if possessed, and you canât find it in you to regret them.Â
And he smiles all the same.Â
âAbout fucking time,â and his fingers meanly rub against your clit through the paper thin fabric of your shorts, âdidnât even fucking put on panties and you expect me to think you didnât want me fuck you open,â and embarrassment burns at your cheeks, âdid you get this wet from dreaming about me?â And no words come to your mind, and he gives you a sharp spank to your clothed slit, drawing a sharp gasp to your lips and slick flooding from your folds, âbetter use your words, woman,âÂ
âFuck, please, I needââ and his fingers practically rip your shorts off, letting your cunt gush onto the sheets.Â
âNeed me to fuck you that bad? Gânna beg this criminal to fuck you open?â And heâs toying with your folds, tugging your tight hole apart as his eyes rake over your pussy, exposed for him, âafter all of your teasing, what makes you think you even deserve to be fucked? Maybe I should leave you like this, fingers buried in your cunt, wishing they were your neighborâs uncleâs,â and a sadistic smile graces his features as it only can his, âfuck yourself for me,âÂ
You whimper, as his fingers leave your hole, clenching around nothing as if begging for his touch, âwhat? ButââÂ
âFuck yourself until you cum, wanna see what youâve been doing when youâre fucking me in your sleep,â the absence of his touch leaves you keening and needy, for something, anything to get you off. Want overcomes inhibition, and your shaky fingers find their way to your cunt, fingertips tracing the outer lips, a gasp you barely recognize as your own when you rub against your clit, âcâmon girl, gotta open yourself up for me â think Iâll fit if you just rub yourself like that?â And heâs pressing his clothed erection against your thigh â and heâs fucking big â rock hard cock rubbing against you through damp damp sweatpants.Â
And his fingers grabs your own, guiding them to your slick hole, letting them slip past your fluttering walls, while his own teased your outsides, âGood girl,â and the praise makes your walls clench, and heâs chuckling, âwant to be a fucking good girl, then fuck yourself until I see you cum for me,âÂ
You swallow your whines, beginning to move your fingers in and out, your insides clinging to you, as if begging for something longer, thicker, better â and you knew his fingers would be. A moan falls from your lips, and he clicks his tongue.Â
âGotta be rougher than that,â and his fingers curl around the base of your own, using your fingers as a glorified fuck toy. Your head lolled back, as he controlled the pace of your fingers, fucking you hard and fast, reaching places you didnât think were possible with your fingers, âthatâs it, youâre close arenât you? Like being fucked with your own fingers, donât you, you slut?â And youâre shuddering, soft cries and moans filling the silence of the night with the loud squelch of your cunt.Â
âSukuna, f-fuck, ngh, I canâtââ and he only begins to rub on your clit with his thumb.Â
âYes you can,â he gruffly chuckles, murmuring in your ear as he leans forward, âcum on your fingers like you have every night for me,â and he forces your gaze to meet his as your fingers brush that one spot that has your back arching, âsay my name,âÂ
And you do, cumming hard around your fingers, as he uses them to fuck you through your orgasm, the wet noises of your folds growing louder as your thighs shake. Your eyes meet his, glassy with tears from your high, and Sukuna leans down to lick the salty tear from your cheek.Â
He pulls your fingers from inside you, your sticky cum coating your digits and even dripping onto his own. He smirks as he eyes them, before sliding them into his mouth. A moan pulled from your lips as he sucks your essence clean from them, tongue dragging up the length of your fingers.Â
âShit, that was a nice moan,â and his eyes fall back to your drenched cunt, âStill so fucking tight,â he clicks his tongue, Fuck, girl, did the boys your age not fuck you properly? Gânna have to fix that,â as he thumbs meanly at your swollen clit, âIâll have you screaming my name soon enough.âÂ
he hums, taking in your ruined state â tear stained cheeks, your dripping cunt, and your red ruined lips from biting them, âso fucking pretty like this,â and you hear him shift, the distinct sound of his phone camera, making your eyes snap open.Â
âNo, fuck, no donâtââ and heâs turning the screen around to show you how absolutely fucked you look, âpleaseââÂ
âItâs a little too late for that, canât have anyone buying your little virgin act anymore huh?â heâs grinning as he leans forward, pinning your thighs in place as you try to squirm away, âdonât move,âÂ
His order makes your muscles tense, unable to move your body under the heavy grasp of his hands splayed against your hips. The pads of his fingers dig into your soft flesh, as his lips dare closer to your weeping slit.Â
âFuck, are you a virgin though? Youâre still so fucking tight even after that little show you put on for me,â and he doesnât give you a chance to reply, his breath warming your twitching cunt, âeither way, you wonât be one soon,â and heâs burying his mouth in your pussy.Â
You moan, covering your mouth before he sucks on your clit, tongue teasing your hole open, a wave of heat flooding your body. The sounds of his licking and slurping fill your ears â and you wonder how the whole house isnât awake yet.Â
You canât stop your hips from nearly fucking his face, but he spanks your thigh, hard, as he pulls his mouth from your dripping slit, âI told you not to move,â and he spanks your clit for good measure, making you yelp against your fingers, âtell me when youâre about to cum,â and you whimper, âor I can open this door and let the house hear us,âÂ
You nod, but he doesnât miss the way your slit twitches at the thought, and his mouth curls in a nasty smirk, âsuch a fucking slut, maybe I will,â and heâs plunging two thick fingers into your greedy cunt, a gasp ripped from your throat at the intrusion, walls fluttering as they attempt to accommodate his digits. But itâs all squeezing and barely any stretch, as his fingers work you open.Â
And it doesnât take long to get you worked up, his digits knuckle deep and dripping wet, âgonna fucking break my fingers in two with your virgin hole, girl,â he grunts, your body burning with his touch alone, nails dragging against your walls, curling so they can bully that sweet spot just right, âyouâre gonna cum arenât you?â the telltale squeeze of your cunt tells him so, and youâre nodding, and his fingers slip from inside.Â
Youâre whining, tears burning at the corners of your eyes, âPlease, fuck, wanna cum,â the pleasure that had built was throbbing, a dam close to bursting but denied its relief, so it remained, begging and waiting â âplease, SukunaââÂ
âSo you do know how to beg like a good little whore, gonna fuck you again, but you canât cum until I tell you,â and heâs sinking three fingers into you now, eyes rolling back as your back arches, but heâs fucking you meanly, curling and twisting his fingers, until the pleasure is a tight knot in your belly, barely hanging on from snapping, âwait,â he grunts, and itâs as if your warmth is made for him â or now it was, because heâs made it his, âwait,â and youâre sure heâs reached your cervix somehow, fingertips reaching places youâve only dreamed of (literally), and then he leans down lips around your clit as he orders you, ânow, cum,âÂ
And you do, hard, as he sucks around your clit while fucking you through your orgasm, cum flooding his fingers and face alike, drenching him, even as he slurped and sucked up every bit.Â
He finally pulls away, a shiver slips down your spine as he slips his fingers from inside you, pink tongue flicking against his lips, still slick with your cum, What a fucking mess youâve made,â he sneers, but heâs licking his lips clean all the same, âshould make you clean up the mess you made, shouldnât I?â And heâs pressing the pads of his fingers to your lips, youâre too fucked out to fight, lips parting with ease, âsuck,â and you do, opening wide to let his fingers inside, lips and tongue curled around the same fingers that had explored your cunt.Â
He watched as you obediently sucked every drop of your juices off, a trickle of drool slipping down the corner of your lips makes his already hard cock twitch in his pants, and heâs pulling his fingers from your mouth.Â
âBetter than your dreams, huh, sweetheart?â he drags his thumb down your bottom lip, he canât fucking wait a minute longer, âturn around, gonna fuck this slutty princess cunt from behind,â but you only can watch as he tugs down his sweatpants and boxers alike, his cock slapping against his stomach.Â
Fuck, heâs even bigger than you had imagined. Mushroom tip red and hard, as pretty veins run up the sides, and he was looking as if heâd not only split you open, but break you all together.Â
Your thighs quaked at the thought, more slick slipping from your needy cunt â and you wanted him to. Â
Your knees shake, as you turn slowly, much too slowly his pace, and he grunts, his hands gripping your hips, as he flips you onto your stomach, a yelp leaving your lips as you bounce on the mattress. âhave to fuckinâ do everything myself for this whoreâs pussy,â
Youâre gripping the sheets, nails surely tearing holes in the thin fabric of the sheets, as his calloused palm comes down on your ass, hard, the smack echoing in the silence of the night, a mewl you donât recognize as your own, âSukuna, please, I canâtââÂ
âYou can, youâll take whatever I give you, brat,â and another smack finds your ass again, as he pinches the flesh for good measure, drawing another moan from your lips and another chuckle from his, âand youâll take this cock too,â and he doesnât spare you a moment as he presses his swollen, dripping cockhead to your drenched hole, smearing his pre all over your ass â as if to erase any doubt you were his, because there wasnât â before finally sliding in.Â
God, fuck.Â
Your arms were already shaking, barely able to hold yourself up, but your face nearly plants into the mattress as he sinks into you â he was too fucking big. Even all the prep he had given you was nothing, nothing compared to how much his dick was stretching your cunt.Â
He hummed, as your insides swallowed him eagerly, even with the slight resistance of your tight little pussy, watching as your walls parted for him with almost practiced ease, sucking him deeper and deeper, as if you were made for him. And you would be, after he fucked your cunt to his shape again and again â because this was far from the last time he would take you.Â
It was only the first.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight â am I the first to fuck this pussy?â he grunts, grasping your hips tightly, your warm, wet pussy wrapped around his dick â he had waited far too long for this, too many nights spent grasping at his cock, thinking how much better it would be buried in your pussy.Â
âH-hngh, Sukuna, sâbig,â youâre nearly babbling as he works himself into you, inch by inch, not even halfway in, and you were gonna cum just from him putting his dick in, âcanât fitââ and heâs scoffing, watching you squirm against his length, but he only continues to fuck his way into your tight hole, another sharp slap to your ass as a warning.Â
âIâll make it fit, girl,â he growls â like fuck he was stopping now thatâs gotten this far, there was only one way this was ending â and it was with his cock fucking you full of his cum, âcâmon, did the dream not compare to the reality? Did you think I had a tiny dick?â and he thrusts shallowly against you, sending another inch inside your already stuffed folds, drawing a needy whine from your throat, âso fucking loud, you gonna let the whole house know what weâre doing at this rate,âÂ
he murmurs, bending down to your ear, and your walls squeeze around him, a vice grip that has him nearly cumming then and there, but no he wonât, not yet, âfuck, did you think about letting Choso know? Maybe Iâd let him watch me fuck you, only way heâll ever see you like this,â and you whimper as he slams into you, finally bottoming out as his tip bullies your womb, making you cry out against your fingers, âto think the pretty girl next door is on her hands and knees like a slut for me now, getting split open by my dick. What would Choso think?â
Youâre whining, âPlease, fuck, slow downââ but he only pulls out a little to piston back in, balls slapping against your ass as he does, setting a mean pace, as he chuckles in your ear.Â
âYouâre saying that, but we both know thatâs not what you want â slutty fucking pussy trying break my cock in two,â the sounds of your skin slapping against you as his tip brushes against your cervix rings in your ear, even as he murmurs in it, âyââknow he wants to fuck you right? The little brat is always watching you, nearly fisting himself at the sight of you,â heâs forcing you upwards, pressing your back to his chest, âhe wants you, but heâll never have you, because this pussy is mine,â and his hand finds the bulge in your stomach, pressing down, as you keen, head falling back against his shoulder, as tears pooled in your pretty eyes, âbut heâd never be able to reach here and fuck you like you want â like a whore,â his other hand pinches and teases your pebbled nipples, before sliding up to your neck, squeezing lightly, âsay youâre mine,âÂ
You canât find the words, all of them fucked out of your body to make room for his cock seemingly â the only words remaining his name and âplease,â but you have to do better than that, and he slows his pace to nothing, as he pulls out so only his tip teases your entrance, a whine leaving your pathetic mouth.
âIf youâre not mine, guess I donât need to let you finish, do I?â and youâre shaking your head, frantic and repentant.Â
âIâm yours, iâm yours, Sukuna, pleaseââ and heâs sliding right back into you, fucking you harder, balls slapping against your ass and sweet cunt swallowing him up to the base, a white ring of your pre cum forming around it â and he just knows youâre close, by the twitch of your sweet pussy â and his hand reaches around to rub at your clit, âIâmââÂ
And he ruts into you, hard and deep that youâre sure his length brushes against your womb â and youâre cumming, falling apart around him, but he doesnât relent â but had he ever? He didnât relent over these past few weeks, and he wouldnât now, not until he was filling you up and watching his cum drip out of your holeâ
Youâre slipping back forward, face forward into the pillow and mattress, as he grunts watching your slick drip down your ass and thighs and onto the sheets â his balls tense with his release, âFuckââ and thatâs all the warning you get before he slams back into you to bottom out, as he blows his load.Â
His release is hot as it fills you up, never ending it seems as he slowly fucks you through his orgasm, his spurts slowing with time, until heâs finally stilling, a soft grunt, as he pulls himself from inside your warm cunt. A soft groan at the sight of his seed spilling from inside you â youâre boneless and spent, until he has you jolting forward from the press of his fingers gathering his cum and stuffing it back in.Â
âKuna, fuck, I canâtââ and he scoffs, retracting his fingers for a moment, before heâs deftly flipping you onto your back, âtoo sensitive,â you whine as his fingers work their way back into you.Â
âDid you think I was done, woman?â and his softening erection is already standing tall again, and youâre almost wanting his fingers now at this point, even as your body disagrees, pussy squeezing at the thought of him buried inside you again. He leans forward, lips brushing against yours, a kiss full of nothing of tongue and teeth, the faint taste of your own release on his lips, âweâre far from done.âÂ
The sound of your name catches your attention, your eyes snapping up from your breakfast, âwhat?âÂ
âAre you okay? Choso frowns at you, as he holds his rice bowl, the rolled tamago sliced on his plate, âyou look tired,â It was another morning like always, butÂ
You shake your head, âI just didnât sleep well, I kept waking up from my dreams,â and it wasnât exactly a lie â yesterday was the culmination of a million dreams you had. Dreams that only ended when the sun began to come up, with his cock still buried in your cunt as you rode him, back pressed to his chest, as he worked you up and down his dick.Â
And finally when he came again, this time all over your back, he finally pressed kisses up and down his back, easing himself out, as his toned arms engulfed you.Â
âShould clean up and I should head to Jinâs room,â he murmurs, âI have a feeling I wonât have a place to live if he finds me in here,â and you chuckle, too fucked out and tired, âweâll have to get used to sneaking around.Â
âOh will we?â you had mumbled, and he answered your question with another bruising kiss to your lips.Â
Yuji tilts his head, scratching it, as you lift your glass to take a sip of water, mouth far too dry now, âIs that what those noises were? It sounded like you were having nightmares,â and you nearly choke on it, but force it down, hoping the embarrassment wasnât evident on your face, stabbing your egg.Â
âYeah, I had a couple last night,â you lied, and even as you suddenly found your breakfast far too interesting, you could feel Chosoâs gaze still on you â your cheeks burning as Sukunaâs words about him still rung in your ears â along with the distinct ache between your legs and on your ass he left behind, âIâm fine, Iâm just going to need a nap,âÂ
âYouâre not the only one, girl,â Sukuna walks into the kitchen from the rooms, as Yuji and Choso balk at his presence.Â
Chosoâs eyes narrow, âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âWouldnât you like to know,â Sukunaâs eyes find yours, the corner of his lip pulled upwards, as his gaze rakes over your form, âwhatâs for breakfast?â and you knew he only wished that you were the thing placed on the table for him to eat. Jin barely pays any mind, too preoccupied on his phone with his work email, as he passes a plate to Sukuna.Â
âWhen did you even get in?â Yuji asks, as he finishes his own breakfast, leaning back on his two palms. And your insides begin to tie themselves in knots at all of these questions â knowing Sukuna would like nothing more than to tell them exactly what he was doing last night.Â
âAnd where did you sleep?â Choso glares, adding fuel to the fire, as Sukuna looks down on him, lips a thin line, âyou didnât bother our guest, did you?â and your cheeks burn all the same, a flicker of amusement on Sukunaâs features, lips parting only for Jin to cut in.
âHe got in early this morning. He slept in my room,â Jin says with a sigh, âDonât you two have to get ready? Youâre going to your momâs this morning,âÂ
âSheâs not my mom,â Choso grumbles under his breath, âmore like a leech,â but he still gets to his feet all the same, as Yuji follows suit, picking up their plates, a comforting hand on his older brotherâs shoulder.Â
âI should get to work,â Jin sighs, sparing a sharp glance at his brother, âbehave,â and he turns to you, âfeel free to stay as long as you want. Yuji and Choso will be back this afternoon,âÂ
And the three of them find their way out of the house, a rush of bags and feet, as Choso spares a glance at you.Â
âIâll be back soon â you can hang out in my room if you want,â Choso says, before scowling at Sukuna, âlet me know if you need anything,â and you nod, waving him off, and the door shuts behind them all.Â
Sukuna slides into place beside you, sitting as the two of you eat breakfast in relative silence. You finish up your meal, and move to get up, but Sukunaâs hand finds its way onto your thigh, holding you in place.Â
âAre you done?â and you glance at him, plate empty and food untouched, âwith eating?âÂ
âI am,â you raise an eyebrow, âAnd you?âÂ
âMy appetite wants something else, sweetheart,â he leans forward, fingers inching higher until his thumb grazes your inner thigh.Â
âAnd whatâs that?â and he nearly growls his next words, thin patience already tearing in two, just as he would your clothes if you werenât careful.Â
âIâm done playing coy, woman,â heâs lifting you with ease, slinging you over his shoulder as you gasp, and heâs gotten you on top of the counter, the very same counter you had baked cookies on the day he had arrived, but now his hulking body was quickly pressing your legs apart, âthereâs only one thing I want to eat in this kitchen, and itâs between your fucking thighs.âÂ
âNot sick of it yet?â you chuckle.Â
âThink I could bury myself in your slutty pussy for days and not get sick of it,â and he looms over you, just as he had that first day, and he leans down to kiss you, stealing the logic from your mind and leaving only the need for his touch behind, âit is the sweetest thing I ever tasted after all.âÂ
âReally?â and he smirks, as his fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts ripping them and your panties down, the cool air against your already wet cunt.Â
âWant me to prove it?âÂ
And oh, he would. Again and again.Â
â§ a/n: i have a problem. i really wanted to write something with degradation ok?
your neighbor sukuna who lives in one of the apartments upstairs may be a rough and dangerous man, but heâs funny and nice to you, so you become friends anyway. you even develop a little crush on him, and when he calls you little pet names like sweetheart and doll, you start to think he might like you too. one night you decide to go out for drinks, and as he drinks more he lets out more about his past and you learn he is a little more dangerous than you thought. he talks about how he broke into peopleâs houses at night all the time to steal their things and when he finally did get caught and locked up, he had probably broke into over 200 peopleâs houses by then.
âthatâs crazy, but you wouldnât get that lucky with me thoughâ
he sets his beer down, raising his eyebrow at you in question.
âwhat do you mean?â
âi mean that im a very light sleeper, always have been. and thereâs no way you couldnât break into my apartment without me knowing it.â
he picks his beer back up and takes a swig before looking back at you with a smirk.
âyou sure about that?â
you confidentially smirk back at him.
âoh absolutely. i get woken up if the wind blows a little too hard against the window. i even woke up that one time i had a mouse in my apartment and i could hear it scurrying across the floor. i would definitely hear you open my door and walk around.â
sukuna taps his fingers against the bar counter with his head in his hands and his eyes still on you, thinking.
âhow about we make a bet.â
âa bet? on what?â
âif i can get into your locked apartment and into your bedroom without waking you up, i win. if i do, you win.â
âand what do i get when i win?â
sukuna chuckles at that, almost like a villainâs laugh.
âi wouldnât worry too much about that.â
you roll your eyes at him.
âoh please, you sound way to confident in your impossible chance at winning.â
he laughs at you again.
âi am. thereâs a reason i was able to break in so many peopleâs houses while they were still in there without getting caught. itâs kind of my specialty.â
you take another sip of your drink and lean back.
âyour specialty, huh? and you still havenât mentioned what we get if we win.â
âwhat do you want?â
his tone caught you off guard for a second, getting deeper and more serious without you expecting it.
âu-um, i donât know. you can pick.â
he smiles at you again, a devious smile this time as he leans in closer to you.
âif i win, i get to do whatever i want to you. if you win, you get to do whatever you want to me.â
time stops for a minute and you donât realize that youâre just staring at him until after several seconds.
âwhat do you m-mean by that?â
he leans back to hold his beer and his playful demeanor is back.
âwell according to you, you wonât have to worry about that, right?â
a couple of days went by and you were still on edge. you mentally slept with your eyes open and even kept your bedroom door cracked, just in case you really couldnât hear him come in. even though you knew it was just a bet and a silly little game, you couldnât stop your heart from pounding against your chest. maybe because you still didnât really know what he said meant. and there was also the eerie feeling that you were essentially waiting for him to break into your apartment, like a real robber. like the robber he used to be. and even though you knew he wasnât dangerous to you and wouldnât hurt you, you were still admittedly a little scared. you truly didnât know what to expect.
it had been a couple of weeks now and you were sure sukuna was fucking with you. whenever you saw him in passing, he was his normal playful and flirty self, and mentioning nothing of the bet. you were starting to think he was kidding, just making that up to scare you and mess with you. or you also thought he could have just forgotten, since he was drinking a little and couldnât have forgotten all about it.
but little did you know that you were playing right into his hands. he was waiting on you to lose your edge, to slowly get comfortable enough again to slip into deep and dream-filled sleeps. thatâs why you didnât expect it, why you didnât expect to lose.
when you woke up one night, you felt your heart fall out of your body and your eyes almost jump from their sockets. there he was, in your apartment, in your bedroom, on your bed, leaning over you on his hands and knees. when he saw that you were awake and too stunned to speak, he smirked and leaned in closer to you until his face was just inches from yours.