power play, age gap, nonconsensual touching, harassment, public setting. this is for @pervile <3
it wasn't the military that hardened sukuna into the man he is today. but rather, sukuna joined the military because of who he always was.
strong and loud, but most of all selfish. those were traits that sent him flying to the top ranks, and they were traits that only became more prominent with age.
sukuna never pretended to be a nice guy, he knew he wasn't and he didn't care if other people did too. it wasn't his fault that you were too sweet for your own good. or maybe stupid would be a better word.
but he loved cute little things like you because of that.
all bright eyes and wide smiles because you couldn't imagine an old man like sukuna would be a pervert. even with the wrinkled tattoos, the rugged scars, and the muscles that hardly shrunk, you saw nothing more than another senior citizen.
that's why when you squeezed your way onto the subway after work, scrambling to find a place to stand, you hardly paid attention to him. or how close you were to him. practically standing between his legs, unaware of the way he'd leaned in even closer to you.
you had to run from your office to the station, worried that you would miss your commute. you were sweating, out of breath though clearly trying to look like you weren't. still, sukuna could tell. he could see the glisten on your forehead, and when he took a deep breath in he swore he could smell the heat between your thighs.
"you need a seat, kid?" his voice was raspy, a result of too many cigarettes and too much shouting over the years.
you hesitated, staring at him with your mouth slightly agape like you weren't really sure he was talking to you. "me?"
sukuna sighed. "course. who else?"
yeah, you were sweet alright. you brushed off his condescending tone with a smile and an apology, as if he was the one who deserved one. "o-oh, sorry! it's okay, you don't have to get up. i can stand."
he huffed, rising from his seat anyways and your eyes followed him up and up and up… widening slightly as you were made aware of just how big the old geezer really was.
"i've been sitting all day," he insisted with finality.
the subway jostled, messing with your footing as you tried to swap places with sukuna. you blamed it on the rush hour crowd and the subway car suspension when you stumbled backward and straight into him. but you knew that the subway wasn't to blame when his hand wrapped around your waist, firmer than needed just for stability, thick fingers splaying out across your lower stomach.
you felt his hips press forward until they were flush against your ass. and the subway definitely wasn't to blame when you felt an unmistakable hardness poking you.
but as quickly as you were pulled into him, you were pushed away to fall into your new seat. and that was enough time for you to begin doubting yourself.
you were too young, too naive, too hopeful to fully admit to yourself that whatever had just happened was the will of an old stranger on your evening commute home. and the best part about you, in sukuna's mind, was that even if you could admit it, you were still too sweet to say anything.
it was ridiculous how despite your obvious nervousness, the fidgeting with your hands and the bouncing of your leg, you still smiled politely up at him. your expression only faltered when when he stepped closer to you, his knees bumping against yours as his feet slotted themselves between your own. your eyes jumped down, staring straight ahead where your gaze was met with nothing but the tent in his jeans.
it was right there, just inches from your face. the obvious boner that the man old enough to be your grandpa was sporting as he stared blankly down at you. or rather, at your tits that he could now see through the top of your blouse.
the subway rattled again. the movement was minimal, but just enough for sukuna to take advantage of it. he allowed his body to sway further than it should have, his hips jutting forward.
of all the things he's seen over his years, the way you squeezed your eyes shut to fight back your tears and crinkled up your nose as the crotch of his jeans brushed against it was by far the best.
he’d be sure to take the same line again the next day, because sukuna wanted to see just how much you'd let him get away with before the sweet girl in you finally had enough.
but even that wouldn't deter him, he was selfish after all.
cw: incest, (unconsensual?)Exhibitionism, kinda noncon, theyre having sex on a site similar to omegle ALLEGIDLY
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ExhibitionistDad!Nanami felt your cunt pulse around his cock in shame as another gasp echoed in the room. There was a camera angled just above the foot of the bed, poorly lit up by a small candle off frame and the faint light of the computer sat besides the camera.
A sob escaped your kiss-swollen lips, shame and embarrassment filling you when you heard another petrified gasp.
Your father, Nanami Kento, had two sick fantasys. The first one was to have you, his eldest daughter he couldn't keep his hands off. And the second one?
Sharing that fantasy with everyone else.
That's why he had you pinned down in a mating press, your most intimace place being recorded by a camera, the video being streamed on an active social platform while your father stuffed you full of his cock :(
ExhibitionistDad!Nanami could barely hold back his load when he glanced back at the appalled faces of whoever was watching the feed, his cock twitching eagerly inside you as he began to pick up his pace once more. He had already came inside you moments prior, your puffy cunt wet and sticky from his eagerness, but as more and more people continued to watch, the more people who screamed and gagged, the closer his impending orgasm grew.
Some people didn't skip the feed. Others stayed and watched, masturbating to the sight of your father fucking you so hard you squirt onto the camera lens. They didn't care who you were, so long as they could watch your father stuff your unwilling pussy full of cum :(
You could barely breathe with each thrust, the tip of your fathers cock kept kissing your womb, leaving pulses 'n pulses of precum all over your squishy insides. Not only that, but ExhibitionistDad!Nanami just wouldn't stop kissing you! His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, slurping on your tongue to muffle your moans.
Another wave of shame filled you when though the sound of sex, an unfamiliar mans voice murmured-
"Fuck...look at that asshole clench...you should fuck 'er there next."
Unwillingly, your ass clenched at his words, puckered and swollen from when your father's ballsack would slap at it <3 You didn't even want to think of the sight. The mess, the taboo, the noise, it all made your stomach and your pussy tighten.
Ahh, but you probably shouldn't have done that...'cause now ExhibitionistDad!Nanami just spilled his 2nd load deep inside your cunt, your womb happily taking it all in as you prayed you wouldn't get pregnant after this!
CW DUBCON SPIT AGE GAP TEACHER STUDENT RELATIONSHIP SLAPPING BALL SUCKING
four fingers come down harsh on your cheek, your professor glaring down at you disapprovingly. the scars along his left side should've told you all you needed to know about him; the eye patch only added another layer to what he'd been through. he was rough inside and out, violent and mean and downright nasty.
professor nanami had no time to think about anyone other than himself. an infamously tough professor, he'd only chosen education as a career around his 50th birthday when he was supposed to 'settle down'. he was thankful that a college would even hire him with his looks and personality—the other things he did during his tenure were just a bonus.
a violent gag erupts from you around the head of his cock, hands tapping his thighs to tell him to let you go, but he chooses otherwise. he likes how repulsed you are by this, by him, and he looks forward to how much you'll hate yourself after it's over.
you are unfortunately his favorite type of person to pick on—bright students who've never had a challenge until his class. girls who look at the world with big eyes and optimism because they don't know the reality of how fucked so many people around them are. he likes to toy with girls like you. sick fuck.
he found it humorous how you'd desperately shown up to his office, the only person brave enough to do so, asking how to improve your grade before the semester ended. he couldn't gauge how you'd feel about his request—with some of his former students feigning disgust to some who didn't think twice about sucking his cock, dropping to their knees and begging pretty please, dont let me fail. however, if god has graced with the ability to keep his job this long despite his digusting habits, why would he get fired now?
globs of spit stain nanami's slacks and the leather desk chair below him, all from the desperate student he has in front of him, choking on his cock. nothing feels better than a tight throat and a sensitive gag reflex to him, he basks in how fucking gross he can make others. spit and snot and tears galore stain his lap and your face, scarred palm and fingers pressing down on the crown of your head, another wet retch leaving your throat, vibrating against his shaft.
black spots go in and out of your vision from the abuse your head has taken, you can't remember the last time he'd let you up for air, or to give you a break. you are dizzy and disoriented, only focused on breathing through your nose even though it burns, and your jaw aches so terribly it feels like it may rip in half.
he likes the struggle he puts you through, how your fingernails dig into his thighs, scratching against the cheap material of his slacks. nanami wonders if you'll be able to rip through them, since you certainly have the spirit—but with his dick shoved down your esophagus and his hand on the back of your head, your strength is being used elsewhere.
another sickly heave expels from you, sounding as if you're about to leave your lunch all over your professor's carpet—only then does he ease up on his hold. drops of saliva and precum and salty tears get coughed right onto nanami's crotch, covering the bottom of his button up and his dick in more of a mess. you're only allowed to catch your breath for a few seconds before his hand curls around the back of your head, pulling you back towards him, forcing you to kiss the hairy patch below his cock.
"suck."
deep, heaving breaths are all that nanami's met with, hot and humid against his balls but still lacking what he wants. his other hand goes back to the crown of your head, fingertips digging in and pushing you further against him, nose and mouth shoved into his ballsack, cutting off your airways until you do as he says.
"i said suck," nanami gruffly demands, finding sick pleasure in the way your eyes widen at him in terror, horrified of doing this for another thirty minutes. your lips finally open up and you begin to barely suckle at his balls, not nearly enough for his liking. rough knuckles grip at the hair on top of your head, pulling you back from between your professor's thighs for a moment, and a sharp smack rings through the room.
your first instinct is to cup your cheek, skin stinging from his backhand, your jaw dropping wide in surprise. when you attempt to pull from his grip, he shoves your face right back in between his legs, hoping your shocked expression can aid you in getting him off.
"fucking suck," he commands, not asking or pleading, but forcing, finishing off his demand by grumbling, "stupid bitch."
your face is partially covered by his cock, your mouth shoved against his sack—it's the prettiest you've looked so far, he'll give you that. a nasty groan leaves his throat when you begin to actually suck his balls, tongue running over the displeasing texture of his pubic hair and the soft skin beneath it. fucking finally.
"yeah," he groans, the sound coming from deep within in chest, neck bending as he lets his head fall back against his chair.
he can feel how slick he is between his legs, how little friction is against your mouth and your cheeks, and he loves it all—truly a disgusting display from someone who had such a big future ahead of her. he looks down at your pathetic expression, eyes glossy and wet and drained from all that he's put you through today, little sniffles and sobs muffled because your mouth is too busy pleasuring him.
all that hard work has only led you to the carpet of your professor's office, gargling his balls in hopes of a good grade.
that thought does him in, ropes of thin cum slowly flowing from his tip as he keeps your mouth tucked against his balls. he makes you stay there for a good while, too, letting his release get in your hair and all over your forehead. there's great enjoyment in the fact that you never stop sucking, either, keeping his nutsack nestled between your lips.
when he finally releases his grip and lets you go, he tries to get a good look at your face, tries to force you to look at him in the eye. he sees your lip quivering, sobs threatening to leave your throat, beaten down and bullied so badly there's no longer a twinkle in your eye. soon, you're running out of his office—messy face and all—somewhere that you hope he'll never be able to see you again at.
nanami wonders how disappointed you'll be in a few weeks when you check your final grades and see that you've failed his class again, and how upset you'll be because you have to take his lecture one more time. next semester, though, he'll teach you how to do something more useful with your free time instead of studying.
I don’t know who needs to hear this but there is always a way to turn your fav character into a more disgusting immoral predatory version of themselves <3 never give up
thinking about big brother!sukuna who catches you at a party with another boy. you're used to his temper by this point, no longer surprised when he grabs you by the arm and pulls you away.
he ignores you as you shout at him, tugging and fighting for him to let you go because “you're an adult now.” you don't need him watching over you anymore. but he just drags you along until you're alone together, tucked away near the side of the house.
you're all too aware of the fact that if anyone came outside they’d see you trapped between the wall and sukuna's broad chest. your hands cling to his biceps as he forces a hand between your thighs, two thick fingers prodding at your embarrassingly wet panties.
tears prick your eyes as you scramble to get away when you hear footsteps approaching, panic coursing through you at the realization that someone is outside.
but relief hits when you see the familiar outline of your big brother!yuji making his way toward you.
yuji was always sweet. he was always comforting, protecting you when sukuna was mean and making you cry. you expected him to do the same for you now, saving you from sukuna’s cruel punishment.
you never expected that big brother!yuji would've been the one who encouraged sukuna to do this in the first place.
guess you didn't know just how much yuji loves you!
he cares about you so much that he’s only willing to share you with his twin brother.
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