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Author: Female, 25+, loser, delusional

Blog: nsfw / 18+ MDNI / tw dark romance (including themes like cnc, stalking, kidnapping, impact play, sadism, yandere) these are all fantasies, I only condone them between consenting adults.

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[sukunastoy]

Only Love can Hurt Like This, Chapter 6 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

Previous Chapter, here.

Trigger warnings and other info are in the previous chapters. Wordcount: 4.9k+

You were a little anxious as you rode with Sukuna to the restuarant, having no idea where he would be taking you. It probably wouldn't be cheap, but you were hoping it wouldn't be too expensive. Sure, he had money, that was obvious, but it wasn't your intention to be the reason for a fat bill. You hadn't been out on a date in so long that you had forgotten about these types of feelings that were fluttering in your stomach. Wait, was this a date? Aside from his large hand on your thigh, which carried a hint of possessiveness, Sukuna kept to himself, on his phone, talking business with others. His tone was completely different than how he spoke to you, and you couldn't help but admire it. His thumb would gently caress over your skin, and it was so foreign and strange. He had a large hand with prominent veins, much like Toji's, but it wasn't hurting you. His grip was a little possessive, but it didn't carry the threat of abuse. Naturally, when the car stopped, and you were helped out of the backseat, the restaurant before you was indeed fancy. You've never been there before, but you knew it was one of the top luxury places in the area. Each plate in here could easily cost over 70,000 yen. You gulped hard, knowing you didn't even spend that much in a couple of months for groceries. Sukuna placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you alongside him as he walked, and you were taken aback when you got inside. Everyone in there gleamed with wealth and status, and you felt like a lowly peasant amongst them. There was a long line to the hostess, and you were sure it would be a while before you got seated, but once eye contact was made between her and Sukuna, everyone else became unimportant. The hostess left her post to approach the two of you with a warm, welcoming smile, already ushering Sukuna past the line. "Mr. Itadori, it is of great pleasure to have you dine with us tonight. Please, right this way." As you looked up to him, you caught a little smirk on his face. The two of you were led to a more private, quieter dining area, where the lights were low, creating an ambiance of peace. He held your hand as you got seated, and you looked around curiously, easily noticing two other men sat down as well, a few tables away. They were similarly dressed, like Sukuna's driver and the other man you'd encountered a few times this morning. Security? Not that you'd be surprised. If he had a lot of money and scared the shit out of loan sharks, a couple of men for his protection wasn't a shock. As he sat down across from you, adjusting his suit jacket while doing so, you couldn't help but feel both grateful and ashamed. To be here, to experience a meal you'd never had before, would be wonderful, but you didn't feel worthy of such treatment. "I guess it's obvious you have some privileges." You joked as a waiter came over and set a few complimentary items down onto the table. "Oh, more than you know, sweetheart," he chuckled in response, apparent pride through his words. When Sukuna ordered a few drinks for the table, you felt your chest tighten. You and alcohol never mixed well, and Toji always made you drink when he was having a party, leading to you feeling miserable. But would you be able to refuse to drink anything? This place was already expensive; it would be rude not partake in something he bought for the two of you to enjoy.

Looking over the menu made the color drain from your face; these prices were insane. You knew it was going to be expensive, but damn. When the waiter asked what you'd like, you froze up with the choices. "I can't," you whimpered unintentionally to Sukuna, looking between him and the menu. His expression softened slightly at your dismay. "I don't feel comfortable picking anything." "Don't worry about the cost." He said. "It just doesn't feel proper, I mean, I know you've asked me out to dinner, but ordering any of these dishes feels like I'm taking advantage of your generosity." "Look, I'm not in the interest of boasting to you, but this costs nothing to me. So, please, enjoy yourself. A welcoming gift from your boss." He encouraged. Well, you didn't want to also upset him by denying his offerings. Reluctantly, you ordered something that did sound amazing, trying to ignore the price.

Thursday, 6:15 PM

"So, what is this job opportunity about? You said I'd be taking care of things for you, like what exactly?" You asked curiously, taking a drink of your water. "Similar to what you did earlier today. Run certain errands and retrieve things for me. Depending on the day, you might stay in my office and do paperwork. Some days might be boring, other days could be more interesting." "Interesting, like how? I'd rather not go down creepy alleyways again." You pouted playfully. "Ahh, well, it won't take long for you to get recognized and completely left alone. I assure you of that. And if, for some reason, you are bothered, call me, pretty thing. I'll take care of it." "What do you mean? You said you took care of them from earlier, too, like how?" You were really curious how he could promise those loan sharks wouldn't bother you again. Did he bribe them? Have someone keep an eye on them?

They were drowned at the bottom of the river, but you'd never know that.

You watched his expression shift, ever so slightly, recognizing such changes easily while with Toji. This question wasn't something you should be asking. Again, this man made loan sharks scared. What he did to keep them away wasn't anything you needed to know about. He wasn't exactly lying about things, but you knew you weren't getting complete answers, and justifiably so. What he really did wasn't any of your business. Just be gracious, you're on the good side of him. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry. I appreciate you assuring me I'll be safe." He gave a brief nod, and you knew he recognized you backing into your proper place in all this. It was easier to be submissive and not nosy.

The waiter came back by shortly after, pouring more wine for Sukuna. He started to pour more into yours, but immediately stopped, seeing you've yet to drink any. "Is it not your choice of wine?" Sukuna asked, wondering why you've not had any. You swallowed hard, looking at it nervously. "It's not that, I'm just certain I have an alcohol allergy. It makes me feel really awful." "Oh? How so?" "I get a really sick feeling, dizzy, I'll pass out, and when I wake up, I have a horrible headache, and just a terrible feeling of dread, and my whole body will ache. My fiancé always has parties, and they love to drink. No matter what they give me, wine, hard liquor, or even a simple seltzer, I feel like crap. They all feel fine after they drink, but I always get sick. It's been like that since I was younger, too. Never got to really enjoy those high school parties." You laughed through a shrug. "Drinking at home is one thing, cause he'll put me in our room after I pass out. I don't want to collapse to the floor here." He watched you for a moment, his expression changing again.

He wasn't going to mention how an allergy to doing all of that was questionable. He's seen plenty of trafficked women to know the signs of being drugged. Not that he was going to tell her that.

"Try it. I promise you won't feel sick." There was so much assurance in his voice that you almost believed him. "Why don't you think so?" You wondered, looking at the glass. "Cheap liquor could be the issue. These are top quality and properly made." He suggested, and it made sense. It's not like Toji and his friends partied with top-shelf alcohol. A few sips to try shouldn't hurt. You slowly took a sip of the sweet-smelling wine, savoring the taste. It wasn't anything you've had before, and you were surprised at how good it was. "Not too bad." You smiled, savoring the taste on your lips. "Have as much as you want." He gestured. And you did. You found yourself drinking enough to get a refill, and you felt at ease inside rather than weary and ill. Even a pleasant little warmth filled your cheeks. When the food arrived, you did your best to contain your excitement. This meal was going to be very delicious and satisfying, something your stomach had been longing for.

The meal was incredibly delicious, and just like before, you did your best to eat with reserve, even though that nagging hunger in your stomach was hard to fill. Sukuna engaged in casual conversation with you throughout the meal, making it a truly relaxing experience. Toji was never going to do this for you, so why not let someone else do it then? Not like you were doing anything adulterous, right?

No, you certainly felt as if you were doing something wrong. Even if Toji was an abusive asshole, you still did your best to maintain your side of loyalty. You didn't want to stoop to his level of shittiness. But you did have reasons to believe he was already cheating on you. Not that it would surprise you. He had so many parties at home with his friends, and they always had a plethora of escorts. You've walked in on him getting lap dances or seen a completely naked girl dancing erotically for the group, but you just kept your mouth shut. What could you do if he were cheating on you?

"How about dessert?" The waiter eventually returned with a tray of absolutely delectable-looking treats. You could feel the saliva pool under your tongue as you looked over the tray in awe. "Which would you like?" Sukuna asked, seeing you look at each one of them longingly. How were you supposed to pick just one? There were four things there, all delicious, and probably extremely expensive. "How much is this one?" You asked the waiter in a quiet voice, pointing to a beautifully crafted piece of cake. "That one is-" "She'll take the tray." Sukuna interrupted, and the waiter bowed politely before setting it all down on the table. "I can't eat all these." You quickly blurted out, trying to stop the waiter while looking to Sukuna. "You don't have to, just try a little of each." "But that's so expensive and-" He cut you off, lifting a spoon to you so you could try the desserts that were now before you.

Oh god. It was so delicious. You nearly whimpered as the spongy cake practically melted in your mouth. Honestly, you never tasted anything so sweet. But it wasn't overbearing either; it had all the proper portions. As you were lost in the spongy dessert, one of the men from the other table approached. Sukuna's attention turned to him quickly, a mix of concern and irritation. The man leaned down and said something quietly that you couldn't hear, and then Sukuna let out a brief sigh. "Fix it." He said to the man, then snapped his fingers towards the other table nearby. "And do what you need. Don't interrupt me again tonight unless it's urgent." You stared in confusion with a mouthful of cake as the other man stood from his meal and immediately followed the other guy out. You also watched Sukuna's face during the ordeal, seeing how it changed again. It shifted from that charming, cocky expression to a serious one, with a subtle hint of brutality.

Just mind your business.

You returned to your dessert quickly before he could look back at you.

Thursday, 8:05 PM

Not letting you know the bill amount, Sukuna paid it and took your hand to help you up, his other hand returning to that gentle position on your waist to comfortably guide you alongside him through the restaurant again. The hostess bowed and thanked Sukuna for his presence this evening, and you walked alongside him with a little more confidence now than when you entered with him.

After dinner, he took you to a swanky bar, where you tried a few more drinks, feeling glad you weren't sick. Is this why people enjoyed drinking? The little buzz you felt was fun and energizing. And actually, it made you realize just how incredibly hot a man like Sukuna was, and that his undivided attention was on you, and you alone.

Even though the waitress who kept coming by was clearly trying to flirt with him, he's not paying her any attention, and you're in awe of it. Toji would have been returning the gestures. Thinking of Toji, you check your phone, surprised he hasn't messaged you or tried to call again, it's honestly scaring you a little. He wouldn't come looking for you, would he? You were pretty far from home, but he's done crazier things. "Worried about your fiancé?" Sukuna questioned after he finished his glass of whiskey. "It's just weird he hasn't tried to call me back. I'm sure he's pissed cause I hung up on him earlier." You looked around a bit nervously, almost expecting to see him nearby, having been stalking you this whole evening. No, he would have made an appearance by now if he saw you with another guy. He wasn't the type to sit back and let that happen. Should you try to call him? To apologize?

When the waitress came back over and filled another shot glass for you, you pushed the thought away. Honestly, you didn't want to think about him at all. You were out having a much-needed good time with a guy who was treating you properly.

Before you could take your shot, Sukuna laid his hand atop yours, and you looked to him with a blush of concern. "Before you drink anymore, let me ask, you want to come back to my place?" "For what?" You innocently ask with curiosity, admiring his larger hand over yours. He had such good-looking hands, too. He chuckled briefly. "Let me be blunt then, do you want to get laid tonight?" You're so taken aback in shock, you laugh and turn your head, trying to hide your reddened cheeks. "Ah, good one!" You continue, nervous, quickly taking that drink. "I'm being serious." He replied, taking out his wallet to pay the tab. Obviously, he was joking. Right? You just met him this morning. Is that normal for people? You were in a relationship anyway; had he forgotten? "But, I'm engaged." You trail off, honestly feeling sad at reminding yourself. "I honestly wouldn't care even if you were already married." He said bluntly. Your heart thumped against your chest, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. Oh, he was being completely serious. "I don't think sleeping with my new boss would look good." You joke, embarrassed by this conversation, but you can't deny it sparked some new life in you. As he stood, he kept a smirk on his face, offering a hand to you to help you up as well. "You are planning to work for me then?" He asked as you stood up, looking at him almost longingly. "I mean, I want to, if you'll have me." "Oh, I'm definitely trying to have you." He chuckled while looking you up and down just like he did earlier this morning. You felt shy again under his gaze, but guilt was clutching your throat. You had been returning his advances all night, and now, when he brings it up, you're going to wimp out? He saved you from the loan sharks, gave you new clothes, gave you money, gave you a job, took you to a nice restaurant and bar, yeah, you definitely owed him your body.

"You might as well prepare to take it any way he wants before this day is over."

That guy knew he was right. You thought you wouldn't have to do anything, but you were lured right into it. Sukuna had been courting you all night, and though you still didn't get the feeling he'd force you or be violent, there was the obvious expectation looming overhead. You undoubtedly didn't want to think of yourself as someone who cheats on her fiancé, but you really needed this job. If you denied, he probably wouldn't give it to you. You needed to get away from Toji, desperately. And if being Sukuna's plaything was the only way, so be it.

He gets you back into the car, and you let out a breath of nervousness, taking off your ring and shoving it into your purse. Toji was a dick, but you took pride in being faithful in your relationship with him. This wasn't for fun, or for getting back at him, this was to get money, pay off whoever else you needed to, and run as far as you could from Toji. But maybe, part of you did want this? Sukuna got into the car next to you, and you couldn't even look at him; you were so nervous. "Well, I did get all dolled up for a good night; it would be a waste not to enjoy it all the way through." You said to him with a suggestive smile. Feigning how you felt wasn't new. It was easier to pretend to be in a good mood around Toji than show how you really felt. Pretending with a different man wasn't too difficult either. You wanted to feel grateful to have such an attractive man show interest, and you wanted to know what it felt like to live this way, but it was new and terrifying. You weren't sure if you were just scared of Toji finding out, or of everything about this. Sukuna smirked and suddenly leaned over, taking a hold of your chin and pulling your face towards his You didn't even resist when his lips came onto yours; you just melted into his actions and let him do what he wanted. You closed your eyes, letting him make out with you for a moment, and the way he's passionately kissing you triggers some deep yearning in your core. You definitely feel the alcohol starting to take effect, but not in the way you're used to. You feel fun, flirty, and confident. This doesn't feel as scary or uneasy. You and your body want this, and you don't want to pass up the opportunity.

You basically push yourself towards him, and he pulls you into his lap, you try not to let flashbacks of Toji doing this to you years ago invade your mind, as this was already feeling entirely different from that.

He holds your waist, kissing up under your chin and along your neck. You're so nervous you're practically shaking, but he's so reserved, not making you feel like an object only for his enjoyment. Was this how it was supposed to feel? Everything Toji did just felt awful and forceful.

Thursday, 11:43 PM

Sukuna led you inside his apartment off the elevator while firmly holding your hand to ensure you wouldn't fall over from your half-drunken state, and you laughed while your hand lazily returned his grip. As soon as the doors closed, you pushed yourself against his chest, dropping your purse and heels that you were holding carelessly to the floor while reaching a hand up his shoulder. Your tiptoes lifted you higher so your lips could connect with his. If you didn't have some alcohol in your system right now, you knew the confidence for your actions wouldn't exist, and you desperately wanted this, needed this. You had been thinking only of the money, but suddenly you were chasing a high that was foreign to you.

Surprised for only a moment, Sukuna let out a deep laugh, a smirk stretching his lips as he returned your kiss, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth.

Your fingers desperately tangled into the loose fabric of his shirt on his upper arms, and your eyes closed as you enjoyed the taste of his tongue against yours, the scent of his expensive cologne only seducing you more.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you from the ground, and your legs went around his hips to hold on while still keeping your lips together with his.

Your arms draped around his neck, one hand gripping the back of his shirt and the other running through his pale pink hair, rustling it from its tamed back style.

"You're fine with this?" He asked quietly, one of his hands gripping your ass.

"Yes, please," you whined softly as he pushed your back against a wall, pressing his firm chest into yours to hold you in place as his lips traveled down your neck, planting kisses along the area where your elevated heartbeat was thrumming through.

The back of your head leaned against the wall, small pants of anticipation and euphoria leaving your mouth as his kisses continued to litter your skin, bringing those burning feelings of being desired into your chest you hadn't felt before. "Shall we?" His low and gruff voice came through the kisses along your neck, and you nodded quickly, whimpering at the thought of him touching you in a way no other man has besides Toji.

You felt scared, but not for the same reasons.

He carried you into his dimly lit room and gently laid you to your back on his massive bed, now leaning over you with his arms on either side of your face, caging you beneath him as he claimed your lips again roughly, and you moaned into his mouth with the feeling of passion you've longed for. There weren't any other sounds except the repetitive wet connection of lips and exciting pants exhaling through both of your noses.

You've never enjoyed kissing so much in your life, wishing it would go on forever. His lips were so warm and soft, enveloping yours so easily, and his intoxicating scent was driving you mad.

Feeling the dampness increase between your thighs, you gasped in embarrassment at Sukuna's hand suddenly reaching up under your skirt, taking hold of your underwear, his fingers quickly curling around the edges of the wet, lacy cloth, tugging on them as if they were in the way of what he was after.

Wait.

No, no, you couldn't do this. You didn't even know this guy, and you're letting him touch you like this? You let him bring you to his bed? Hell, you at least knew Toji for a few weeks before the two of you had sex. But you just met this guy this morning! But you can't stop it now. Toji never stopped once he started, no matter how much you begged, and surely this man wouldn't either. You owe him anyway, owe him a lot. Just have to take it, get this job, get the money, then you could finally escape Toji.

Your throat burned with anxiety and dread as he pulled your underwear down your legs, and as if you were beneath Toji, you didn't resist.

But he sits back and sits up, taking his shirt off over his head. You can't deny fawning over how gorgeous he is, so intrigued by all of his tattoos. Dread and curiosity were fighting back and forth in your mind right now, as they have been all day. Sure, you were scared, but he wasn't hurting you, and he didn't act like he had any intentions of doing so. While you're stuck in thought, he suddenly leans back down, and you gasp as he grabs your legs and spreads them, burying his face between your thighs. You instantly grab at his hair with one hand, letting out a gasp of ecstasy you never felt before. Your face flushed as your head fell back, panting towards the wall as he ate you out like you were a meal he's been waiting for. "O-oh my god!" You moaned in shock, hips writhing up into his mouth without your control. He wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping you tightly held in place while giving your clit the most attention it's ever had in your life. "Wait, w-wait!" You plead, chest heaving as you now grip the blankets at your sides. Your body was so hot, and your thighs were quivering sporadically in his grip. It's never felt good; you've never felt this type of oncoming euphoria before.

Sukuna leaned his head up at your words, licking the side of his lips as if to savor your taste, and you whimpered uncontrollably at the sight. "M'sorry, just, I need to breathe." You nearly begged, putting a hand over your face while swallowing hard. "What you're doing is driving me crazy." "Ah, then let me continue." He chuckled before going back to your neglected cunt. Your body writhed in despairing need, wanting more of whatever he was doing to you. Toji has never done this, at least not while you were conscious enough to remember it. And nothing has ever felt this good, holy fuck it's never even come close to this before! When your back started to arch from the bed, his mouth moved away but was quickly replaced with two of his fingers, and your body curled forward on itself without your control. He was half over you now, catching your lips with his when you rose, and you grabbed onto his forearm, feeling his tendons move while he fingered you. You turned your head to the side to let out moans you didn't even know you could make, your other hand now holding onto his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. He kissed your neck hungrily, curling his fingers inside to hit a spot that sent you over the edge. You held your watery eyes shut, howling out like an animal in heat as your walls clenched tightly. "Oh my fucking god!" You screamed through an erotic sob, head falling back as a wave of pleasure crashed through your entire being. Sukuna's other arm now wrapped around your back to keep you from collapsing. He held you in place while still fingering your cumming walls, and you started to squirm against him, the intensity of it driving you wild. "That's such a good girl..." He cooed into your ear, and his hot breath of praise sent a tingling rush over your skin in an instant. When you felt a pool of warmth suddenly form under your ass, you whined in confusion, feeling insanely embarrassed, and the deep chuckle in his chest only made it worse. "Already soaked the sheets, pretty thing?" "I'm sorry!" You quickly blurted out, anxiety building in your throat as you panted and tried to pull back from him. He let you go, and you tried to cover the wet beneath you with your body. "I-I didn't mean to, I don't know how it happened, I-I am so sorry! You trembled in humiliation, thinking you just pissed all over this guy's bed while he was fingering you.

You clasped your hand over your mouth. Just how much more were you going to embarrass yourself today?

"Y/N." Sukuna said quietly, taking hold of your arm to pull you forward. You looked to him desperately, so ashamed of yourself. "What do you think you just did?" "I..." you mumbled while dropping your gaze to the blankets, easily seeing how much darker the area was beneath you even in the dim light. "I...I just pissed all over your freaking bed."

He cocked a brow at your words before tossing his head back in a deep laugh. You stared at him in confusion, cheeks red with both post-ecstasy and shame. "I assure you, that's not what happened." He finally said, calming down his elated laugh. "Clearly, your fiancé doesn't know how to take care of you. My first try, and I already found it." He smirked, pleased with himself, while pulling you back against him. You didn't even have time to attempt a protest as his fingers were already stuffed back into your soaked pussy, deliberately hitting that same spot again and again. You let him manhandle you back down to the bed as your body seized all over again. Helpless squeals crawled from your throat as you nearly drooled from the mind-numbing pleasure he was giving you with just his hand. When his thumb rolled over your clit, you tried to push his hand away out of impulse, the shocks of delicious torment driving you crazy. But he easily grabbed both of your wrists in his other hand, pinning them above your head into the pillows as you begged for mercy. He left a trail of wet, hot kisses down your chin and neck, and you silently begged for more, hearing and feeling your excitement escape from around his fingers. Your legs squirmed and lifted to hold onto his forearm as he finger fucked you over the edge again and again. You cried and writhed through your mini orgasms, and even though tears ran down the sides of your cheeks, the corners of your mouth were pulled into an elated expression. You could barely see him through your wet lashes, but you could tell he had such a fat, cocky grin on his face. "The more wet this bed gets, the more I know you're having the time of your life. And we haven't even gotten to the good part yet."

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You're laying on your back on the bed, one hand over your stomach and the other raised to cover your eyes. The dress you are wearing has lifted slightly, giving the stranger at the edge of a bed a perfect view of your little pink panties. You don't see it because of your unconscious state, but he licks his lips.

He thinks you look so small lying there unconscious. Unaware you've chosen his bed to collapse into.

"Silly little thing, she doesn't know that will have consequences." He thinks to himself.

The stranger leans down over you, his head hovering over your panties and takes in a deep breath, savouring the scent of you. Your breath might be heavily laced with alcohol but your pussy smells so sweet.

He runs his knuckles gently against your covered pussy and in response you part your legs and moan lightly in your sleep.

He really likes that. Loves that you are unconscious but still so responsive.

Your legs are now opened wide enough that he can see your entire covered cunt. He pinches your puffy lips gently to test again just how out of it you are and feels his cock twitch in anticipation. You mutter something that he can't understand, your words slured from alcohol and sleep and you roll over onto your side. Your dress now clinging tightly around your ass cheeks.

Standing up again he unzips and pulls down his pants and his underwear in one motion. His cock already hard and ready to be deep in your little pussy.

He lays down beside you and starts to drag the rest of your dress up towards your hips. His dick poking between your arse cheeks as he does.

You start to stir again and he's at your ear hushing you, rubbing his hand up the outside of your thigh. Your protest is cut off when you feel a hand clamp around your mouth. Panic rises in your chest, you want to grab the hand and get it off you and get out of here but your head feels so fuzzy and everything is swirling.

"Shhh you don't want your friends to see you like this. Letting some guy put his hands all over you Do you?" He says in a husky voice.

You hear his words, but you don't really understand them. You think that makes sense. Right? You definitely don't want anyone to see you like this; getting groped and undressed by some stranger.

So you shake your head and wimper when you hear a "good girl."

His lips drag from your ear down to your neck and you feel him sink his teeth in. You cry out and push your ass back without thinking, damn that feels so good. But this is wrong isn't it? You don't know this guy. Who is he? Why is he doing this?

He chuckles at your reaction, such a good girl. She secretly wants this, he knows it. But he still hopes she keeps up the pretence, it's so much more fun that way. Aww and now she's crying, so precious, he hasn't even really begun.

He hooks his thumb around your panties and pulls them down your thighs. Hearing you whimper again and cry harder he slaps your ass and pushes his cock between your legs loving the feeling of the heat coming from your core.

Fuck fuck fuck! You can't believe this is happening. He's going to fucking rape you. What the hell should you do? The panic chases away some of the fog in your brain and you realise your hands are free. You start to struggle and pull at his hand and try to get away, but the hand around your mouth moves so fast and is now wrapped around your body, and your hands are trapped against your chest.

"Well this won't do will it? I wanted to play with those little tits. I thought you were going to be a good girl for me? What happened? " He says darkly, his free hand pinching your nipple harshly through your dress.

"Please" you say "Please don-AHHH! " Your pleading cut off by a cry of pain.

You feel his hand wrap around your throat and he's squeezing it and saying "Good girls stay quiet, you wouldn't want to let your friends know you were up here letting a stranger fuck your sweet little pussy like a whore would you? You are a good girl aren't you? "

You nod and he eases his hold on your throat, enough to let you breathe comfortably. His cock twitches against your pussy and you hope he doesn't feel how wet you are right now. You loved the feeling of his big hand around your neck, it was kind of thrilling as well as terrifying of course.

He starts to move his hips against your backside and you feel his cock thrust between your pussy lips with ease. He groans as it does and you curse to yourself, damn it he knows.

He thrusts a few more times and his arm holding you trapped switches with the one around your neck so he can slip his fingers between your thighs. Sliding them from your wet cunt up to you clit and circling around it a few times. You close your eyes and curse, again, but this time it's audible. It comes out shaky but coated in lust.

The pressure you felt around your clit disappears. Pouting, you open your eyes to see them raised in front of your face.

"Look at how wet you are, you want my cock inside of you don't you? Want it so bad your cunt is dripping. Little slut that's why you were lying in my bed, so I'd rape you. Isn't that right? " he asks.

You're shaking your head, no that's not why. You're drunk! You don't even know where you are or who he is. You're protesting but he cuts you off by shoving his pussy soaked fingers in your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up. " He growls. You register your own taste and your tongue swirls around his fingers and you start sucking them clean.

"Fuck " he groans again pulling them out of your mouth with a pop. "You like the way your pussy tastes dripping for my cock little girl? "

"N-no i-i. " You start to stutter but he cuts you off again with a squeeze to your throat.

"I think my cock wants a taste. " He says reaching back down between your legs. You start to panic again and you feel fresh tears in your eyes but you don't try and stop him. You aren't sure if it's because his hand is still around your throat or because you are secretly enjoying this. But you feel him push his cock back towards your entrance and you automatically arch your back making it easier for him to sink inside of you.

And he does, and it isn't slow. One second, you feel the tip at your entrance, and the next, he's balls deep, fully sheathed inside of you. Your cry of pain at the stretch and his groan of pleasure mix together. You feel his hand on your hip as he tries to push in even more and now you're both moaning in pleasure.

"Fuckk! So fucking tight..." he groans out before pulling out almost to the tip and thrusting back in. You both moan together, again.

"Tell me you want this." He says in your ear, biting at your neck again. You cry out in pleasure and try and hide it behind a loud "NO, PLEASE! "

He doesn't like that. He pulls out of you and grabs you by your hair and your hip and forces you on to your stomach, lifting your hips so your ass is in the air. Lining up at your hole he fucks his cock into you roughly again. His hand still in your hair pushing your head sideways into the mattress. Grinding into your pussy so deep he says "You don't want this? " You moan loudly, you can't help it, his cock is so thick and it's filling you up completely. It feels so fucking good you can feel the pressure of your orgasim start to build.

"P-please... sto-op! " You say again, it's getting harder to form words so it comes out broken.

"You're saying no but you're arching your back for me like a whore little girl. " He grunts out in anger. Punishing you in the best way by hammering into you hard and fast, your back is killing you, it feels like he might split you open at any moment but you feel your ogasim getting closer and you don't fucking care.

His thrusting becomes erratic as he chases his own orgasim. You realise he's going to cum with you and that turns you on even more. This complete stranger, your rapist, fucking you full of his cum. You want it so fucking bad.

"Gonna fill this pussy up with cum, yeah? You want that? " He grunts between thrusts, voice thick with lust.

"Fuck please! Fuck yes I do! Please fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Mmm gonna cum. " You scream out, pushing your ass back into him.

"Good fucking girl. " He growls and it send you both over the edge, slamming his cock as deep as he can in your pussy he fills you with his warm cum while you clench around his cock.

He collapses on top of you, both of you panting and whispers. "I knew you wanted it."

[stillinnav]

when i’m looking for a fanfic i read a while back & can’t find it anywhere

[smuttyindividual]

Werewolf Bf!

Warning: Mdni 18+ content. Warning: rape play, free use, dominant, werewolf cock: Knotting. Masturbation, cock in pussy and some other shit probably. Just warning ok!

Werewolf boyfriend! who stuffs your used panties in his pocket anytime he goes away overnight so he can jerk off with them. He needs to have your scent with him at all times.

Werewolf boyfriend! that chases you through the woods just like how you've always wanted all these years. He's not gentle about it either, he gets so worked up from the chase. Ripping your clothes off and forcing his cock inside you. He can't hear your cries over the blood rushing in his ears and to his cock

Werewolf boyfriend! that knots in you so you're stuck with his swollen cock deep in your needy cunt for hours. Like you didn't beg for this to happen, so he won't hear your complaints.

Werewolf boyfriend! that licks up your tears and laughs when he fucks you too roughly. His poor little rabbit can't take him? Don't worry, he'll make it fit!

Werewolf boyfriend! that can't control himself around you when you are ovulating. His head is between your legs every chance he gets, holding your legs open wide so he can feast.

Werewolf boyfriend! That has to have his hand on the back of your neck whenever you're out in public. You're HIS and everyone WILL know it.

Werewolf boyfriend! Who has impeccable hearing, so watch what you say under your breath because he'll make you repeat it. Nice and loud for him, dont be shy now.

Werewolf boyfriend! Who stalked you months before he created space for himself in your life, removing people as he saw fit. They were all losers and lowlifes that couldn't love you like he does. You shouldn't be wasting your time with them anyway. He did you a favour!

Werewolf boyfriend! That can make you do as you're told with a simple look. A flick of his eyes, and you are shutting your bratty little mouth. A raise of his brow, and you are dropping your panties. A tilt of his head, and you're on your knees, mouth open for him.

[smuttyindividual]

You're laying on your back on the bed, one hand over your stomach and the other raised to cover your eyes. The dress you are wearing has lifted slightly, giving the stranger at the edge of a bed a perfect view of your little pink panties. You don't see it because of your unconscious state, but he licks his lips.

He thinks you look so small lying there unconscious. Unaware you've chosen his bed to collapse into.

"Silly little thing, she doesn't know that will have consequences." He thinks to himself.

The stranger leans down over you, his head hovering over your panties and takes in a deep breath, savouring the scent of you. Your breath might be heavily laced with alcohol but your pussy smells so sweet.

He runs his knuckles gently against your covered pussy and in response you part your legs and moan lightly in your sleep.

He really likes that. Loves that you are unconscious but still so responsive.

Your legs are now opened wide enough that he can see your entire covered cunt. He pinches your puffy lips gently to test again just how out of it you are and feels his cock twitch in anticipation. You mutter something that he can't understand, your words slured from alcohol and sleep and you roll over onto your side. Your dress now clinging tightly around your ass cheeks.

Standing up again he unzips and pulls down his pants and his underwear in one motion. His cock already hard and ready to be deep in your little pussy.

He lays down beside you and starts to drag the rest of your dress up towards your hips. His dick poking between your arse cheeks as he does.

You start to stir again and he's at your ear hushing you, rubbing his hand up the outside of your thigh. Your protest is cut off when you feel a hand clamp around your mouth. Panic rises in your chest, you want to grab the hand and get it off you and get out of here but your head feels so fuzzy and everything is swirling.

"Shhh you don't want your friends to see you like this. Letting some guy put his hands all over you Do you?" He says in a husky voice.

You hear his words, but you don't really understand them. You think that makes sense. Right? You definitely don't want anyone to see you like this; getting groped and undressed by some stranger.

So you shake your head and wimper when you hear a "good girl."

His lips drag from your ear down to your neck and you feel him sink his teeth in. You cry out and push your ass back without thinking, damn that feels so good. But this is wrong isn't it? You don't know this guy. Who is he? Why is he doing this?

He chuckles at your reaction, such a good girl. She secretly wants this, he knows it. But he still hopes she keeps up the pretence, it's so much more fun that way. Aww and now she's crying, so precious, he hasn't even really begun.

He hooks his thumb around your panties and pulls them down your thighs. Hearing you whimper again and cry harder he slaps your ass and pushes his cock between your legs loving the feeling of the heat coming from your core.

Fuck fuck fuck! You can't believe this is happening. He's going to fucking rape you. What the hell should you do? The panic chases away some of the fog in your brain and you realise your hands are free. You start to struggle and pull at his hand and try to get away, but the hand around your mouth moves so fast and is now wrapped around your body, and your hands are trapped against your chest.

"Well this won't do will it? I wanted to play with those little tits. I thought you were going to be a good girl for me? What happened? " He says darkly, his free hand pinching your nipple harshly through your dress.

"Please" you say "Please don-AHHH! " Your pleading cut off by a cry of pain.

You feel his hand wrap around your throat and he's squeezing it and saying "Good girls stay quiet, you wouldn't want to let your friends know you were up here letting a stranger fuck your sweet little pussy like a whore would you? You are a good girl aren't you? "

You nod and he eases his hold on your throat, enough to let you breathe comfortably. His cock twitches against your pussy and you hope he doesn't feel how wet you are right now. You loved the feeling of his big hand around your neck, it was kind of thrilling as well as terrifying of course.

He starts to move his hips against your backside and you feel his cock thrust between your pussy lips with ease. He groans as it does and you curse to yourself, damn it he knows.

He thrusts a few more times and his arm holding you trapped switches with the one around your neck so he can slip his fingers between your thighs. Sliding them from your wet cunt up to you clit and circling around it a few times. You close your eyes and curse, again, but this time it's audible. It comes out shaky but coated in lust.

The pressure you felt around your clit disappears. Pouting, you open your eyes to see them raised in front of your face.

"Look at how wet you are, you want my cock inside of you don't you? Want it so bad your cunt is dripping. Little slut that's why you were lying in my bed, so I'd rape you. Isn't that right? " he asks.

You're shaking your head, no that's not why. You're drunk! You don't even know where you are or who he is. You're protesting but he cuts you off by shoving his pussy soaked fingers in your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up. " He growls. You register your own taste and your tongue swirls around his fingers and you start sucking them clean.

"Fuck " he groans again pulling them out of your mouth with a pop. "You like the way your pussy tastes dripping for my cock little girl? "

"N-no i-i. " You start to stutter but he cuts you off again with a squeeze to your throat.

"I think my cock wants a taste. " He says reaching back down between your legs. You start to panic again and you feel fresh tears in your eyes but you don't try and stop him. You aren't sure if it's because his hand is still around your throat or because you are secretly enjoying this. But you feel him push his cock back towards your entrance and you automatically arch your back making it easier for him to sink inside of you.

And he does, and it isn't slow. One second, you feel the tip at your entrance, and the next, he's balls deep, fully sheathed inside of you. Your cry of pain at the stretch and his groan of pleasure mix together. You feel his hand on your hip as he tries to push in even more and now you're both moaning in pleasure.

"Fuckk! So fucking tight..." he groans out before pulling out almost to the tip and thrusting back in. You both moan together, again.

"Tell me you want this." He says in your ear, biting at your neck again. You cry out in pleasure and try and hide it behind a loud "NO, PLEASE! "

He doesn't like that. He pulls out of you and grabs you by your hair and your hip and forces you on to your stomach, lifting your hips so your ass is in the air. Lining up at your hole he fucks his cock into you roughly again. His hand still in your hair pushing your head sideways into the mattress. Grinding into your pussy so deep he says "You don't want this? " You moan loudly, you can't help it, his cock is so thick and it's filling you up completely. It feels so fucking good you can feel the pressure of your orgasim start to build.

"P-please... sto-op! " You say again, it's getting harder to form words so it comes out broken.

"You're saying no but you're arching your back for me like a whore little girl. " He grunts out in anger. Punishing you in the best way by hammering into you hard and fast, your back is killing you, it feels like he might split you open at any moment but you feel your ogasim getting closer and you don't fucking care.

His thrusting becomes erratic as he chases his own orgasim. You realise he's going to cum with you and that turns you on even more. This complete stranger, your rapist, fucking you full of his cum. You want it so fucking bad.

"Gonna fill this pussy up with cum, yeah? You want that? " He grunts between thrusts, voice thick with lust.

"Fuck please! Fuck yes I do! Please fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Mmm gonna cum. " You scream out, pushing your ass back into him.

"Good fucking girl. " He growls and it send you both over the edge, slamming his cock as deep as he can in your pussy he fills you with his warm cum while you clench around his cock.

He collapses on top of you, both of you panting and whispers. "I knew you wanted it."

[sukunastoy]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 3 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

⭐This is a redo of my story, Shameful Attraction. I've rewritten it as I originally wanted so long ago. I was trying to write it to appease people and once I let go of that and just started to enjoy the story for itself, the flow became a lot better. For those who read it before, there are major changes you'll notice. For those who haven't read it at all before, I hope you enjoy. <3⭐

⬇️PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE STORY! ⬇️

Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to impliment real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger Warnings: This story has a lot of abuse in it. Reader is in an abusive relationship with her fiance, Toji. There are several moments in the story that highlight this including, but not limited to, acts of violence and aggression towards reader, including name calling, shoving, punching, sexual assault, being manipulated, unwanted bondage and containment, food denial, being drugged etc. Reader is thin, not allowed to eat a lot per Toji's rules in regards to her weight. If she feels like she is gaining weight, she will make herself throw up after meals. Reader also struggles through depression though often hides it through masking, however there are ocassional thoughts of suicide when some scenarios are too extreme to cope with. She's scared to leave, assumes she could never get away, so just deals with it all as she doesn't know what else to do. Wordcount: 3.6k+ I hope you enjoy! <3

Thursday, 9:02 AM

Sukuna had you sit down at the dining room table, and you held your arms while starting out one of the nearby floor to ceiling windows. This penthouse was enormous. Though you tried not to be nosy and look around, you just couldn't help it. You longed for this type of life so much, hating how you threw it all away for a man who pretended to love you just so he could get his hooks dug deep into your skin, never letting you leave. You should have been in some luxorious place like this. Not that shithole apartment where the ceilings were too low, some of the windows were cracked, the neighbors were obnoxiously loud and half the time the plumbing seemed to fail. You tried not to blame your parents, but damn. Sure, you were still just a kid, but you wished they had fought harder for you. Maybe if they had been more involved in your life, you would have listened to them easier. You wish they would have just locked you up until you got over your teenage drama. Or had gotten Toji arrested for taking advantage of you.

Your phone pinged and you took it from your back, a heavy frown pulling the edges of your lips down. Speak of the devil. Though you had told Toji you'd be out here for the weekend, apparently that seemed to have slipped his mind. Cause he was demanding to know where you were. You're not surprised. He was probably too drunk last night, and had forgot all the plans you had told him. While arguing with him over text messaging, you didn't notice Sukuna come out from his room. Toji was already stressing you out, making you want to toss your phone across the room in anger. It wasn't until he started facetiming you that it made your anger turn into fear. It was easier to talk to him when you didn't have to see nor hear him.

"You need to take that?" Sukuna's low voice caught you off guard as he was now standing near you, getsuring towards your phone. You went to speak, but the words got caught in your throat as your eyes fell over his chest, unintentionally gliding down to his abs, your gaze tracing over the black lines painted over his tone, tanned skin. Holy shit, he was gorgeous, so fit and well maintained. Your phone ringing in your hand again knocked you out of your trance, and you stammered while pulling your eyes away and looking down to the screen.

Toji would make you show the room, you knew how this worked. And you were sitting in the dining room of this luxorious penthouse with a guy you didn't know who had his shirt unbuttoned and in full view of you. Fuck, he'd be convinced you were out here cheating on him. Your sides started to heave in panic as you looked around almost desperately, trying to find an area that could pass off as an office building somehow.

"I...I need to step outside." You quickly said, not sure what else to do. If you made Toji wait much longer, there'd be hell for you to pay. "Just step out onto the balcony." Sukuna gestured and you wasted no time to rush past him. Your shaking hand fumbled with the lock but you slid the door open quickly, nearly stumbling out of the threshold. You immediately turned your back from the door, trying to angle the city in the background as you answered the call, already knowing you were going to have to lie for half of this.

["H-Hey, sorry I was...was in an interview."] You nearly panted out, trying not to let your eyes flick around in worry. It was obvious this balcony was some rich persons relaxation area, not something that was professional. ["I don't give a fuck what you were doing. Why the hell did it take so long to answer? You know the rules."] Toji grumbled, throwing back a beer despite it being so early in the day. ["I know, but, I wasn't allowed to answer my phone inside. So I stepped out to the floor's balcony."] ["Oh yeah? What job is it?"] Oh shit. You wanted to glance away to think, to come up with a decent lie, but he'd catch that gesture. ["An assistant job, kinda like what I do now, but, a better paying one."] ["Mmhm. Whats the company?"] You swear your heart just stopped, not even sure how to reply. You were just trying to make shit up in the moment. ["I...I'm not sure, honestly. They were just, open for hiring and I walked in, not even paying attention to the details, just, trying to find something as soon as possible."] ["Why do you fucking lie to me?"] He scoffed while obviously trying to look at your background. ["I-I'm not, Toji I swear I'm not. I'm just trying to find anything I can."] ["Where the fuck are you? Show the area."] ["Toji, please I need to get back inside. If I keep them waiting they might-" ["And if you keep me waiting I'm going to beat your ass when you get home. I'm not asking, I'm fucking telling you to show me the area. You know why? Cause I don't fucking believe you. And if you were telling the truth, you'd easily do what you're told."] You heavily sighed, knowing you were getting in trouble no matter what. ["Toji, I don't have time for this, I have to go back in. I'm sorry."] You quickly said before hanging up. You didn't even want to begin to imagine what he was going to do to you when you got home. But if you did show the space, you knew the punishment would be even worse if he found out you were at some guys penthouse. Despite you not being here for ill intentions, he wouldn't care. Hell, Toji was the type who would come looking for this guy. 

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Sukuna glanced from the window in his kitchen, able to see her from where he was. She was clearly bothered by something, and he could only continue to assume it was cause of a miserable home life. Though she tried to keep some sort of composure, it faltered so easily. He turned his attention back to what he was doing, not really interested in the personal problems of others. Though he frowned to himself upon realizing he was preparing food for her. His eyes flicked back to her out the window for just a second. Even an idiot could see that she didn't get to eat a lot. Normally he would eat in his office, ordering some take out, but since he wasn't going in, might as well make something to eat here. An angered yell caught his attention, and he looked to the window while by the stove to see her prepared to throw her phone from the balcony. She gripped the device tightly in her hand, huffing while trying to restrain from taking her anger out on the phone. But alas, she shook it in her hand before letting it fall to the balcony floor instead. With her hands free, she gripped onto the balcony railing, slowly moving forward and back in an obvious display of self soothing as her head hung low. He could only begin to imagine the bullshit she put up with on the daily to cause her to be like this. Well, she wouldn't be the first woman he's entertained who had a shitty man at home. And he certainly didn't mind being the shoulder to cry on, or the dick to ride on.

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You stared up to the sky, face still sticky with your angered tears. Why was Toji such an asshole? He had to be such a pain in your life. Acting as if you weren't out here trying to find a job. Fuck. A fucking job. You still needed to resolve this major issue. You picked up your poor phone, just greatful you didn't actually chuck it from the balcony. Toji was the issue, not your phone. Though the thought of throwing it and letting it shatter on the ground below was a relieving idea, it would just make your day even worse. You casually went back inside, trying to quietly shut the door, embarassment starting to creep up through your chest. What a shitty morning. Sulking back to the dining room table, you sat down quietly, pretending as if you never left the spot. Unfortunately, thoughts of how Toji was going to beat your ass when you got home plagued your mind. He'd probably lock you in the crate for this. Since it was near the weekend, it could last for a couple days. Your lip quivered at the thought.  Honestly,  you'd rather just take a beating and get it over with. Being locked inside that crate for any amount of time was some of the worst torture he's ever come up with. It was beyond cramped, and dark, and you couldn't move or breathe. It just spiked your anxiety and panic and-

"I'm, sorry." You murmured, seeing Sukuna come from the kitchen towards you, snapping you out of the start of a spiral. He offered a soft rag and you looked up to him smiling weakly, slowly taking it from him. "Thanks. I'm so sorry, just, there are, family problems, someone is ill so, everyone is just so stressed out right now."

You laughed nervously, offering some stupid lie, hoping he'd accept it. Sukuna sat down at the table across from you, setting his coffee mug off to the side and resting his elbow on the table, chin atop his knuckles while he watched your whole body tremble as you stared down to the table blankly. "Does your man always talk to you like that?" He said bluntly, making your head snap up in attention. Yeah. He most likely heard some of that bullshit. How embarassing. How the hell were you supposed to answer that? "I'm sorry, I've completely ruined your morning." You said softly, eyes falling back to the table while hoping to dismiss this situation. You dabbed the soft rag to your eyes, trying to dry some of your tears. Watching you for a moment, Sukuna let a gentle smile come across his face while giving a small chuckle. "You didn't ruin it at all, pretty little thing." A gulp lodged in your throat at his charming voice and demeanor and your gaze went back to his in near desperation.  Pretty?  He said it again. However you felt far from pretty. With your frail body, shitty outfit and lack of shoes, you felt pretty pathetic more than anything.

"Just, please tell me what I can do for you, for the coffee mess." You pleaded, wanting to get this situation over with. There was already a plethora of other things you had to worry about. "Don't worry about it right now, we can finish that later, let me get you something to eat." Feeling your stomach gurgle at his words, you looked to him hopefully but tried to deny his offer, though, he obviously wasn't going to let you.

You weren't at the table for too much longer before a voice rang out through his home, nearly startling you before realizing it was the intercom. "Sir, I have returned with the items." Sukuna went to the intercom system on the wall and hit a button, allowing whoever that was to come up. You unknowlingly curled in on yourself, not sure why another man was coming up here. And with what items?

"Here, these should fit you." Sukuna said casually, stepping over to you after taking some boxes from the man you now recognized as his driver when he exited the elevator. "What should fit me?" you wondered curiously, but as a box was opened for you, it made sense. "C...clothes? I can't afford new clothes." You stammered, stepping back to show your rejection for the offer. "You're not paying for them. But, if you're going to run errands for me, you're going to look how I want you to. There's a few things you can choose from, just go change in my room." He said while pointing to a door down the hall.

You stood dumbfounded in the massive room, not even sure how a room of this size was possible. Your entire apartment could fit in here several times. His bed was triple the size of yours, and more of those large floor-to-ceiling windows adorned the walls, showing off the beautiful city. The windows were tinted to not let the room be filled with the exceptionally bright morning sun, and otherwise the lighting was calm and relaxing. His bed faced the wall of windows, and a huge rug extended from underneath the bed to across the room. There was a small area off to the side with seating, and shelves built into the walls full of books. Near that, was a small spiral staircase going up. As you walked towards the windows and looked up to where the stairs went, you could see it was an open area above. From the little bit that you could see, his closet was up there. It's own personal floor.

You couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be in one of those cliché romance scenes from one of your books, making love in the night with some guy you didn't know and able to see a view like this from the bedroom with no one really knowing what was happening behind simple glass. Secret, little romance fantasies.

Bad thoughts.

They were just bad thoughts constantly trying to plague your mind. You had a fiancé, whether you liked it or not. Sometimes your mind would try to imagine a life with someone else, someone who treated you properly and gave you what you needed or wanted. Or just a life where you got to explore and love freely without any restraints. And you hated it. Hated when your mind wandered like that. Because there was nothing you would ever be able to do to get away from Toji. It was easier to just accept that your life wasn't going to change.

You laid out the three outfits onto the bed, looking over them in awe. They were so pretty, and they felt so nice and soft. Who were you kidding, the felt expensive as hell. Honestly, when he said you would look how he wanted, you were afraid it would be some skimpy outfits for him to parade you around in. However, they were decently professional, if anything, they would make you look like you belonged in this city. Slipping off your clothes, you caught your reflection in a mirror nearby, and you immediately looked away in shame. Marks littered your skin, and your ribs stuck out farther than you had liked. Toji grabbed you too often, and fed you too little.

You slowly stepped out of Sukuna's room, feeling a little self concious in the outfit actually. You hadn't worn anything this nice since you still lived at home. Okay, there were a lot of things you hadn't experienced since you lived at home. And being in this penthouse was reminding you of all the luxuries you missed out on. You were born into wealth, and you literally threw it all away. You didn't see his driver anymore, and assumed he already left. Obviously Sukuna didn't seem like the type to keep company he didn't need. His driver did the job needed, then he was gone. Hopefully thats what would happen here. You could do the errands he needed you to, then you could move on.  Taking a seat at the table again, you were a little surprised to find a nice hot cup of tea there waiting for you. Of course, you stared at it like it was fake or going to throw itself at you. Did he prepare this for you? Should you drink it?  Whenever Toji's friends came over, they always made you things to drink and you felt like shit afterwards. You knew Toji liked drugs, and it was so obvious that he'd drug you from time to time so he could use you how he wanted without you trying to fight back. 

Obviously, you never knew the true intentions of him drugging you.

But, this guy wasn't Toji. At least, he didn't do anything to act like Toji in the slightest. You were still somewhat scared of him though. Those tattoos were confusing the hell out of you. At least, when he had his shirt on fully, you couldn't see any of them. So maybe it was for a different reason? Usually the Yakuza had full intentions of showing off their tattoos. You dare not ask though, just pretend it's something you didn't see. 

Hot tea sounded so good though...

You slowly sipped it, almost whimpering at the warmth that flowed down into your stomach from the soothing flavor. And then, the smell of food hit you. Discreetly licking your lips as you watched Sukuna come from the kitchen with dishes in his hands, you weren't sure if you were drooling or not at this point.

As he sat the last dish down and seated himself across from you, you stared at all the food in awe. To be honest it was more than you had in a very long time.

"This...is a lot." you breathlessly whispered in excitement, setting your tea down and trying to decide what to eat first. Eyes watched you from across the table, waiting for you to start eating, but noticed you sat patiently as if waiting for something yourself. At home, you never touched any food before Toji did, you had to wait til he said you could start eating. It was just habit at this point to wait for someone else to begin.

"(Y/N), you don't have to wait for me to start eating." The man across from you said, and you quickly broke your frozen stance. A soft chuckle came from Sukuna after seeing you eagerly  go after something with haste, almost as if watching a starving dog react to a bowl of food set in front of it for the first time in weeks.

Pulling the end of the chopsticks out of your mouth while finishing chewing, your gaze aimlessly stared onto the table. It was...calm, and quiet. Apart from the city noises outside of the early morning rushes, it was just so relaxing. No fighting, no phone constantly ringing from debt collectors looking for you. But, you almost felt afraid. Being able to enjoy a more relaxing environment while sitting with another man alone in his apartment while you ate the food he made seemed wrong on a certain level.

Toji would lose his shit if he ever found out about this.

"So, I assume running a few errands shouldn't be a problem. You can pick up some things for me and drop a couple things off." Sukuna said at one point, and you nodded along in agreement. It didn't seem too difficult, nothing you weren't already used to. He explained where you would be going, and what you would be doing, and honestly you couldn't deny that you enjoyed listening to his voice.  Hearing a man talk to you in a way that wasn't so harsh was such a relief. Not only that, but he just fed you breakfast. Toji hadn't prepared food for you in years, and even when he did, it didn't tast this good.  You've gotten better treatment in just these last couple hours than you had in the last seven years with Toji, and it was almost heartbreaking to think about...

This one isn't as long because it's broken up. Originally this chapter was gonna be almost 8k words and I didn't want a really long chapter so I decided to just make two shorter ones instead. I hope you enjoyed!

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated!! (ﾉ･ω･)ﾉ

[meddness999]

Daddy’s chillin’♨️

[sukunastoy]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 2 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

This is no longer backstory, this chapter starts of present day.

⭐This is a redo of my story, Shameful Attraction. I've rewritten it as I originally wanted so long ago. I was trying to write it to appease people and once I let go of that and just started to enjoy the story for itself, the flow became a lot better. For those who read it before, there are major changes you'll notice upon the next upload. For those who haven't read it at all before, I hope you enjoy. <3⭐

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Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to impliment real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger Warnings: This story has a lot of abuse in it. Reader is in an abusive relationship with her fiance, Toji. There are several moments in the story that highlight this including, but not limited to, acts of violence and aggression towards reader, including name calling, shoving, punching, sexual assault, being manipulated, unwanted bondage and containment, food denial, being drugged etc. Reader is thin, not allowed to eat a lot per Toji's rules in regards to her weight. If she feels like she is gaining weight, she will make herself throw up after meals. Reader also struggles through depression though often hides it through masking, however there are ocassional thoughts of suicide when some scenarios are too extreme to cope with. She's scared to leave, assumes she could never get away, so just deals with it all as she doesn't know what else to do. Wordcount: 4.2k+

I hope you enjoy! <3

Thursday, 8:07 AM You sought out jobs all over the place, needing to make way more money than your current one provided. Toji had already exhausted all the money you had taken from your parents a few years ago and you've already started to receive threatening phone calls from loan sharks that he's taken money from. You dare not bring it up to him, knowing he'll just put the blame on you and make it your problem to solve. He must have been borrowing money using your name, cause no one ever mentioned Toji's name when looking for their money, only yours. A lot of interviews you went in for never played out well, leaving you more stressed each day. You never had the chance to go get a college degree, and that really hindered your opportunities. Your current job luckily didn't need you to have one, since you were just an assistant to the boss. You could do trivial work without needing a lot of intelligence, as your boss said.

"I suppose getting my coffee and having my suits drycleaned could be done by any simpleton."

It was rather humiliating, but working fast food wasn't going to pay the half the bills, so you did what you could. One of your co-workers mentioned looking in Tokyo for a better job. It was over an hour away from where you lived, but the opportunities were in abundance out there. Even if you were just another assistant, they would probably pay a lot more because they had a lot more money. It made sense, but you still wished you could get the life you always dreamed of having. Your parents were rich, so you were used to that when you were younger. You never imagined living in some tiny, shitty apartment for so long, with a man that just abuses the hell out of you whenever he feels like it.

Stepping off of the train with your small suitcase into Tokyo, Roppongi, you let out a heavy sigh. This is where your life should have been. Your parents probably would have sent you to a really nice school, and you could have landed some amazing job in one of these skyscrapers. If you could have another chance, to do it all over again, the possibilities would probably be endless.      Whatever. You fucked up, this is how your life was  going to be. At this point you were about to just start begging for any job available. There were plenty of jobs hiring out here, but finding them was going to be difficult. You told Toji you'd be back in a couple days, with a job secured. He was pissed that you were going to be so far from home, and on your own, but much to your surprise, he didn't fight it otherwise. You assumed he would try to come along with you, so you even set up a decent hotel room. But, he told you to go do whatever.      Honestly it felt like a trap, but you weren't going to deny having a couple of nights to yourself. Toji might disappear for a few days here and there from home, but you still couldn't relax while he was away. You just constantly worried about what mischief he'd bring home. Out here, by yourself? Maybe you could actually have a peaceful night, without worrying about Toji.      Maybe.

You pulled out your phone, going over the list of places that were hiring , trying to decide which one you might have a shot at. A lot of the places out here still demanded some type of degree much to your dismay, but someone had to be looking for a cheaper hire such as yourself. Someone who could just run errands and do the boring work that a businessman doesn't have time for. When a shadow came over your phone, you glanced up to see why someone was so close to you, but your heart leapt into your throat when you saw the now three men before you. "Taking a little stroll in the big city?" The main guy snorted, tilting his tattooed neck side to side to crack his joints. Your jaw fell agape as you weren't sure how to respond. "I-I..." "You're still late on your payments." Another guy said, holding his hands together before him, them now resting beneath is belly, and you caught the gleam from the brass knuckles he wore. The area had quickly cleared out, obviously no one wanting to be caught up in whatever you were involved in. "I'm, trying." You whimpered out, looking between the three of them desperately. "I'm trying to find another job out here, to get more money, I swear." "And we're trying to collect payment." The third guy finally spoke, stepping forward with an obvious intention of grabbing you. Fight or flight took over as you suddenly bolted from them, hauling ass down an alley way to get away. "Hey! You little bitch!" One yelled as they started to chase after you. You were in heels and a form hugging skirt, and a small suitcase in tow, this was a stupid fucking plan. You weren't gonna get far. You tripped as you ran out of the alley, nearly falling over something but narrowly missing the large hand of the main guy grabbing at you. As you regained your footing, you took off again, not even sure what your plan was. Prolonging the inevitable? Rounding a corner, you looked back to see how close they were, only to slam into something immediately after. The force of the impact sent you to your ass, and your eyes flew up to the man you just collided with, afraid it was one of them. "Ah, fuck!" He cursed out, holding his now crushed cup of coffee away from his suit that was covered in the hot liquid. Just some businessman, and now you were screwed. Though you had no idea where you planned on running off to, it was better than being stuck on the ground like this. You'd never get back up to your feet in time. Tears clung to your cheeks as you quickly looked behind you once more, seeing the three men at the edge of the corner. You waited for this businessman to run away, and the crowd of people walking to disperse, leaving you to deal with your assailants, but, the complete opposite happened. The three men stared and mumbled amongst themselves for the briefest moment before tucking behind the corner and leaving.

You stared in disbelief to the now empty space where the three men stood only a moment ago. Maybe they didn't want any conflict? Usually they didn't care, you've seen them attack people on a crowded street like this before.  Your sides heaved as you panted in fear, it wasn't like them to just give up like this.       But when someone else to the side caught your attention, you trembled where you sat, fearing it was another loan shark coming for you. You tried to scoot back on your ass as this other man was making a direct line towards you out of the crowd, but you bumped into the legs of the businessman, stopping you in place. "It's fine." The man you ran into spoke, and you whipped your head up to him as he gestured to the other guy walking up.  "You sure?" "Yeah, unless you intentionally had a reason to run into me?" The businessman frowned down to you and you quickly shook your head. The other man looked down to you as if you were beneath him more than just physically, and it made you feel small and stupid for being in this situation. He immersed himself back into the crowd, disappearing as easily as he appeared. "So, you got an explanation or plan to just sit on your ass like a helpless fawn?"

Your eyes shifted back up to the man as you tried to keep more tears from falling, the rush of adrenaline leaving you and just causing anxiety to flood your veins instead. "I'm, I'm sorry!" You quickly bleated out, suddenly remembering you crushed his coffee onto him and his suit. His suit that looked insanely expensive. Trying to get up, you wobbled on your feet, unable to get a steady balance, and you quickly noticed why. One of your heels had snapped off in the ordeal. Shit. This was your only pair of heels. You glanced down to your own outfit and realized that it, too, was covered in the coffee. How the hell were you supposed to try to find a job looking like this? You only had one decent outfit with you, not having many others at home to begin with. Your chest heaved with your growing anxiety, knowing you didn't have enough money to return home and then back out here with new clothes, nor the money to buy a new outfit. "Sorry doesn't exactly take the coffee out of my suit, sweetheart." No, no it didn't. But what else could you offer? "Plan on paying for my dry cleaning? Or perhaps an entirely new suit?" You wobbled on your unmatched heels with swelling embarrassment in your cheeks. His gaze upon you was not only intense, but it had predatory gleam to it as well. You might look like a complete mess in your now ruined outfit, but that didn't stop his eyes from tracing your features. "I...I-I don't have any money." "Yeah, that's quite obvious." He let out a rather disappointed sigh, looking you up and down. All you could do was offer a small bow of apology as your fists shook at your sides. What an absolutely humiliating morning so far. He extended the crushed cup towards you, and like the obedient woman you were, you took it without hesitation. Taking out his phone, he called someone and then named the street the two of you were on and what address to stop at. As others passed by, looking to the scene curiously, your embarrassment grew. The man before you simply put his phone back into his pocket and left his hand in there with it, continuing to look you over. "So, what had you in such a ridiculous hurry that you failed to pay attention to your surroundings?" You wanted a hole to just open beneath you and swallow you whole. Honestly, saying that you were running for your life sounded like a lie. You chanced a look to him, your breath catching in your throat at his incredibly handsome face. How wonderful. It couldn't have just been some normal guy. It had to be this attractive, posh busineman you ran into. The kind that would likely remember your face and make everyone aware of what a klutz you were, keeping others from wanting to hire you.

"I'm, trying to find a job." You mumbled in shame, definitely not wanting to mention the loan sharks that were chasing you. The rude laugh that resonated in his chest didn't go unnoticed by you. You sighed out heavily, just hoping he spare you from further humiliation. Seeing a luxury style car pull up to the curb, you watched in confusion as a man in a suit exited from the drivers side and immediately went to the back door, opening it up. "Come on then, sweetheart. I have a job you can do for me." The man you ran into gestured towards the vehicle and you absentmindedly did as he commanded, holding onto your suitcase and that crushed cup for dear life. Toji had you so whipped to do what you were told without question that apparently even a stranger could make you obey. "Sidewalk purchase?" The driver asked the man as you climbed into the backseat. "Not this time." He replied while looking at you in the car. He and the driver spoke for a moment, and the man looked you up and down again briefly before he finally got into the seat next to you. You stared down into the floorboard, not even sure what to expect. Great. He was someone else you owed a debt to. At least he wasn't a loan shark, so you knew, or at least hoped, you weren't going to get the shit beat out of you. Your body stayed pressed against the door as the vehicle moved, being too scared to relax as the situation began to take hold in your mind. You just willingly got into the car with some strange man? You basically let yourself get stolen. Honestly though, you dealt with worse at home sometimes. "What's your name, pretty thing?" The man next to you finally spoke, undoing his tie while relaxing into the seat. You watched from the corner of your eye as he finished with his tie and then began undoing his cuff links and collar.       Pretty? It sounded so genuine. Like he actually was saying that you're pretty. It's not something you've heard in years. "It...it's f/n." You said softly, unable to hide your cheeks from heating up. His voice was so alluring, almost tempting to your ears. And that incredible scent, was it from him?

"Well, y/n, you could pay for my dry cleaning, which we both know you can't, or you can run some errands for me instead as payment." You were already used to running errands for your current boss. This wouldn't be anything new. It seemed simple enough, but surely the suit wasn't a simple, cheap clean. It clearly looked designer, as if it was someone who personally designed it for him. It wasn't the kind you could just buy in a store or see anyone else wearing. But damn, he looked really attractive in it. It's been a while since you let your eyes wander, knowing if Toji ever caught such a thing you'd get your ass handed do you. You swallowed hard while taking a second to study him. It was curious to see someone in his position with pink hair, but if he made a lot of money, most likely no one cared. For some reason, it suited him really well. The way it was slightly slicked back yet spiked over his black undercut actually complimented his whole attire.  Unfortunately, it made you that much more aware of how ridiculous you looked right now. Even with the stain on his dark gray, fitted suit, this man looked flawless.

     When the vehicle finally came to a stop, you looked out of the window, uncertain of where the two of you were. The man next to you got out as his door was opened, and you sighed heavily when it was closed and you were left by yourself. You were relieved to see that it was a populated area, and not some back alley where you might be getting disposed of. Your door was finally opened, and the driver stepped back to allow the other man room to reach a hand down to you. Staring at his large hand with uncertainty, you slowly took it, allowing him to help you out of the seat. You stepped out onto the sidewalk awkwardly, but felt a little at ease when the grip of the man held you firm in place so you wouldn't fall over from your busted heel.       Shit. Your heel was busted, you almost forgot. How the hell were you supposed to go run errands when you didn't even have proper shoes? You let go of the mans hand, slipping off both of your shoes and kneeling down to pick them up. You'd have to walk barefoot, cause no way you'd be able to keep your balance walking with only one heeled shoe. The man started to turn and he motioned for you to follow him with a hand over his shoulder as he walked away from you. Of course, you didn't have to follow him. Sure you spilled coffee all over him but he couldn't make you run errands to pay for it.       Could he? Reluctantly, you followed after him, your head low in shame as you passed by others on the sidewalk that were looking at your obvious dismay. You didn't want to meet anyone's gaze, too ashamed by all of this. You weren't going to be able to get a job this weekend, after telling Toji and the loan sharks that you were. Either way, someone, if not both sets of men, were going to beat the absolute hell out of you because of all this.       You aimlessly followed the man inside of an apartment building, only noticing the change of environment when you heard someone greet him from the front desk and the sound of an opening elevator door ringing out. Your eyes shot up to look around the glamorous lobby, seeing a few security guards at the front desk, and a few other people sitting around the courtyard in the lobby, just having a coffee or reading.  "Um, where are we?" You nervously asked as the man stepped onto the elvator.       "My home." he casually replied, taking off his suit jacket.  His home?       Some man just brought you to his home? You started to take a step back, knowing you shouldn't be so stupid as to go into a strangers home. You already risked your luck getting into the car with him. But when he gave you a stern look while starting to undo his shirt buttons, you immediately went forward into the elevator. Telling a man no was just something you were too afraid to do.  "I don't even know your name." You mumbled while standing next to him in the elevator as it rose.  "Itadori, Sukuna." He finally told you, keeping his suit jacket draped over his arm as the door eventually opened.      That name, it sounded familiar. Arriving at his floor, you remained standing in the elevator after he walked into his apartment, well, penthouse. Glancing back to you, he put a hand against the edge of the elevator door to keep it from closing. "This, this elevator just goes to your apartment? Not a hallway?"

He looked at you curiously before glancing into his penthouse and laughing lightly. "Yes, sweetheart. Its a private floor." You walked off into the large space, trying not to let your eyes wander around in curiosity, but, you couldn't help it. You hadn't experienced any form of luxury since you left your parents mini mansion several years ago. The ceilings were so tall, and everything was so neat and clean. This is how your life should have been. Why did you have to be stupid and go with Toji?

Your eyes went back to the man before you as his back was turned, and he leaned forward a bit, slipping his shirt off from his body. Your breath hitched while watching him, heart thumping in your throat as you realized, one, you've never seen another man without his shirt on besides Toji, and two, this man had tattoos on his back and arms. Only those type of people had tattoos.

Most likely, you were brought here to repay him in a much more personal way than you had imagined. Shit. You've been tricked. How stupid of you. No wonder the other loan sharks backed off, and this man took you home. He was one of them.

Your hands trembled as you started to undo the buttons on your blouse. He had already gotten out of his shirt, it would be best to not keep him waiting. Maybe, just imagine it was Toji. Just give him what he wants, and he wont hit you. Not that letting some man take advantage of you was any better, but if you could at least avoid getting hit through all this, you could overcome it. A tear fell from your cheek as you tried to steady yourself for what was most likely about to happen. Of course you had been too dumb to assume this man might want this type of repayment, so you had willingly got into his car and now into his home. He was tall, muscular with broad shoulders, you couldn't fight your way out of this. And there was no hallway to run out into to yell for help. Toji always forced you to bed when he was angry at something you did, and anytime you even barely resisted, you'd get hit and he'd just be more brutal with you. So, being compliant was your safest bet here.

But, at least it was only Toji doing those things to you. You've never given yourself to another man, and you'd been lucky enough to never be a victim down an alleyway. Unfortunately though, you knew exactly what this man was wanting. You had already been mentally preparing for it since you got into his car, at least, you've been trying to. You certainly didn't want to make him wait, and possibly piss him off, so by the time he turned to look at you, you made sure to be as prepared as possible, to show you were submitting, and maybe this wouldn't be so horrific for you in the end. 

"Well, pretty thing, you can start by-"

His voice cut off as you stood almost naked in the entry way. Your skirt was bunded by your ankles, and your blouse lay atop it where you let it fall. All you really had on were your bra, panties and nylons. Your head was bent in a small bow of apology and compliance, fists shaking at your sides while awaiting for him to take what he wanted. "Do...d-do whatever you need, for payment." You murmured quietly, trying to steady yourself, knowing any minute you'd be manhandled. 

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He wasn't the type of man to pass up the opportunity of seeing a woman bascially naked in his home, but it's not what he was expecting, at least, not from someone like her. He might have already imagined hearing her soft voice beg for more as he fucked her stupid in his bed, but she wasn't the typical woman he encountered. She was skittish, eyes always darting around even if she didn't mean to let them wander. She was quiet and afraid, submissive and shy. Fuck did he love a submissive woman. So many that he normally took to bed were obnoxiously bratty, thinking it was sexy or cute. But, this city would eat her alive. It was clear she wasn't from the area, having clothes from some hand me down store and heels so poorly made that they easily broke. Her prefume wasn't bad, but it was cheap, and she most likely had to put a lot on to even get that faint scent to stay on her skin. Even the engagement ring on her finger was cheap, not even a real diamond. The gold band was probably just plated. He lightly scoffed, wondering for a moment if she knew that her man thought so little of her that he barely put effort into a decent ring. He was probably the type to bark orders to her while he sat on the couch with a beer. Its probably why she was out here looking for a job. She most likely had to provide for some deadbeat. 

His jaw clenched. Why the fuck should he care? She ran into him, dumped coffee all over his suit, and he was going to make her run a few errands in a way to chastise her. But, seeing how scared she looked in the moment, it didn't take anyone with half a brain to realize she most likely already received penalty at home for any wrongdoing. 

He let his gaze have its moment to explore her body, admiring her soft features, yet unable to quickly skip his eyes over several markings along her skin in various places. Bruises? There were obvious finger marks where she's been grabbed onto harshly as well. He stepped towards her, imagining his hands on her body but letting the desire go, for now.  "Are you offering yourself to me because thats what you genuinely want, or do you think that's what I'm expecting of you?"

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Though his voice was deep, it was gentle, and you opened your eyes in surprise when he took hold of your chin and lifted your face to meet his. Looking into his eyes made you weak in the knees. "For, for the mess I made. I can't pay for it with money, so, so I-" You saw his tongue lightly play against his teeth in his mouth while he took another glance down your body. You stiffened as he knelt down, awaiting him to touch you in some heinous way, but, you only felt your clothing returning to your body. Your form trembled as he re-attached your skirt, and then lifted your blouse from the ground. As if on instinct, you held your arms out as he slipped the sleeves back over them, one at a time. You watched his gaze as it was on your chest, and you easily saw the hard swallow in his throat as he rebuttoned the cloth. It was ovious he was used to removing clothes from a woman, not putting them back on.

"Am I not pleasing enough to look at?" you choked out quietly, not sure what else you'd be able to give him then. You were entirely certain that he was planning on taking something from you, so now that he wasn't, it was almost more worrisome. What else could he possibly want? "Easy, pretty thing, I never said that." The way the words rolled off his tongue had you in a hold, and you couldn't stop the flecks of shyness from creeping across your cheeks.  You hadn't felt your heart beat like this in a while. A long while. 

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[stalkerr-daddy]

My obsession for you has grown fierce, I need to take you and make you mine. Kidnapping you and keeping you chained up a little room and making live out the rest of your life as the victim to all of my perverted thoughts and ideas. Brutally fucking you, and abusing you with tears streaming down your eyes. Your pathetic, useless pleas for help and screams to stop is only making it worse for you as I begin slapping you around, pinning you down and leaving red marks and bruises all over your pretty face and body. “Why’d you make me do that baby?? I didn’t want to hurt this pretty little face of yours,” I say cupping your cheeks in my hands and wiping away your tears while my cock relentlessly pounds into your sore and aching pussy. Praising you and comforting you as you continue to be fucked like a worthless little toy, confusing your dumb little brain and making you cry and squirm even harder. I look down at my cock, noticing cum flooding out of your pussy as you uncontrollably finish all over my dick, “aww baby I thought you wanted it to stop,” I mock you “don’t fight it sweetheart, your body knows you love it.” I continuously fuck you harder and harder with each thrust, burying myself deeper into your pretty, bruised up stomach, I see my hard cock bulging through your skin the deeper I go. I force myself against your cervix and I drain every last drop of cum from my balls deep inside of you, praising you for taking me like a good girl while I fuck it even deeper into you. My constant praise mixed abuse breaks you down and shapes you into the perfect little girl for me as, over time you slowly start to fall in love with you kidnapper

[shalscumbunny]

Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, female reader, vaginal sex

His eyes are shining with happiness, his body is shaking and trembling, yet…

He's happy~

The tip of his cock hit exactly where it should and for the first time… you came on his cock.

That means… you like it? You like what you are doing! You're enjoying it even as you tearfully beg for him to stop!

He took your tearful face in his hands, caressing your cheeks sweetly with the tips of his fingers.

He's just desperate for your love, needy for your acceptance and now that he's deeply inserted inside you while your teary eyes are clouded with pleasure, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven… you're his heaven, his glory, his everything.

"You look… so beautiful when you cum…" He gasps, kissing your cheeks softly and wetly.

You whimper when he lets go of your face and his fingers aggressively dig into your hips.

It was really just a matter of seconds before he resumed his thrusts on that sweet, rubbery spot making you see stars.

"I love you… fuck… I love you so much" He whimpers, nibbling on your earlobe "You don't need anyone else, I promise you'll only need me… I'll make you feel so good…!"

HxH: KURAPIKA, Shalnark

LADS: Caleb

BNHA: Shigaraki Tomura

Genshin Impact: Xiao, Tartaglia, Ororom

Naruto: OBITO UCHIHA, Nagato

SNK: Porco Galliard, Zeke Jaeger

[saturnscafe]

͙˚ ༘✶Stripper

Smut below

Being a human who works at a mixed monster strip club was uncommon. However your presence there was what drew them in. To get a chance to feel your soft plush body. To the highest payers got the best part though. Taking them back to the rooms that were in the back letting them have their ways with you.

Vampires who were a bit softer towards you while they pounded into you. It would cost extra of course to drink from you but they’d pay anything to be able to. Sinking their fangs into your neck as they came deep inside of you.

Groups of Imps taking their turns with you, all your holes were being filled at once. Their cum covered your body as others took their places. Fucking you over and over. They paid well when they came in.

Werewolves seeking you out even offering you double if they could bring you home while they were in a heat. You’d be knotted at all times cum making your stomach expand.

Orcs who were taken back by how soft and fragile you were only to stuff their thick cocks in your tiny hole. They were ones that couldn’t last long with you. The way stretched around them squeezing them so tightly had them cumming to quickly.

You say you do it just cause the moneys good well that might be true, being so sought after by these creatures gave you such a confidence boost not to mention how great the sex was.

[choco-bite]

Biting your thighs while pushing my fingers inside your wet pussy

[use-to-be-shy]

I don’t know who said you can’t have it all.

The soft boy that would kiss the ground you walk on, and hang on your every word, simply adores you. One that kisses your hand, and treats getting to taste you as a reward. One that tells you all the sweet things you should have already known about yourself, even if you don’t know how to hear them.

Or the twisted fuck thats willing to take you like he doesn’t care about breaking you, who will leave you shaking and crying just to lick the mess off your cheeks before he makes you lick the mess you left back over him. One that will ruin you to claim you, just so you always crave what he does to you. Who will keep using you when you’re sensitive to send you into an overstimulated haze just to prove you can handle how bad he needs it, or to train you to get there.

As long as it makes you happy, baby, I’ll give you exactly what you need. And if this is new to you maybe you just needed to find someone that needs you this fucking bad.

[roughribo]

"But that's not fair!"

"Now listen here pet, it isn't fair, and it's not going to get any closer to being fair for you. You wanna know why it isn't fair for you? Why the odds are always in Daddy's favor?"

"Yes...."

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Much better. You want to lose hun. In fact, it's more than that, you need to play the game of power dynamics with me and you need to lose every time. You need to lose and be spanked to be put in your place because mentally you respect and cherish the man who takes the time out of his day to bend you over his knee and show you how you belong to him like property and what happens if you don't."

"You need to lose and be disciplined and seek forgiveness when you break a rule because you need to feel me reign you in if you misbehave and correct your behavior and feel how much I care about who you are as a person and staying true to yourself."

"You need to lose and make me cum first, say good morning first thing after waking up, or serve my plate first at the dinner table because you love knowing you have been an amazingly selfless and kind person to your partner and serving me first satisfies your own need to please me."

"You need to lose but, specifically, you need to lose to me and for me, to be my good girl. And you are such a graceful loser little one."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"But that's not why it's unfair."

"Huh—"

"It's unfair for you because I like to play with my food. You were always going to lose dear, I'm just a cat who's caught my prey, and now I'm toying with you forever, seeing what makes you tick and quiver, building a loving home in that vacancy you call a brain in your pretty little head, and turning it into my permanent residence."

"And you my darling, you're like a cat who wants a door opened, but that doesn't actually go inside once it's open. There was never a chance you'd win against me, you just needed to feel like there could be."

"It's unfair because you are my private property, I just allow you to play in it."

[casanovascraving]

I wish I didn't have to deal with any of this. I wish I could live a life where I just devoted myself to you and you alone. Isn't that my true purpose? Why should I have to bother with anything else?

[crushingcasanova-deactivated202]

Am I losing your attention? Sometimes it feels like I'm at the edge of your mind, falling out of your favor. What can I do to get your love again? What must I become to feel loved by you?