ghostface!bfsukuna/ ghostface!stalkertoji x f!reader (mdni 18+)
cw/ themes: horror, ghostface, gore, stalking, obsession, yandere, smut, dub-con, degrädation, praise, knïfeplay, bōndage, threesōme (kinda), handjob, established relationship, p in v, unprotected séx, fear play, slapping, choking wc: ~4.9k
Normally, you would’ve waited till Halloween to propose such a wicked idea to your 4-year-long boyfriend, Sukuna, who was a big proponent of devoting special days for…special freaktivities. Sure, you both weren’t exactly vanilla in bed. Still, it was more of devoted, romantic love-making that very rarely needed any extraordinary kinks to get you both there (unless we’re counting choking, spanking, and scratching).
The most recent ‘adventurous’ thing you’d both done was have sex in public; but technically, it was in the middle of a deserted snowy winter day, at the public restroom near your holiday ski lodge. So imagine Sukuna’s surprise when, on a random July evening, you made his jaw drop with a bizarre request.
“Kuna?” You asked, slouching into the couch next to him, one of your legs resting in his lap as he massaged your foot.
“Mmm?” He replied, watching the Scream movie, unfazed by the red splatters. You’d watched it together about 10 times now, so you weren’t really surprised by his stoic expressions.
“You know what my favourite movie genre is, right?” You asked, inching closer to him so that you could study his face closely in the dim glow of the TV screen.
“Horror.” He answered plainly, his hands stopping the massage. “Are you going to do the how-well-do-you-know-me Q&A again, brat?” he asked, clearly used to your habit of always needing reassurance about his attention towards you.
“Yes. And what if I told you… this brat has…always found Skeet Ulrich hot in the movie?” You said, stuttering over your words, trying to keep an innocent smile on your face.
“And…” He urged, impatiently.
“And what if I say… that I noticed it wasn’t his face that was hot, but when he had his Ghostface mask on?”
He dropped the TV remote and suddenly tilted his face to look at you with a slight glint in his eyes.
“What if my Kuna makes me happy by roleplaying with me?” You asked, “As ghostface?”
“That’s it? Just wear a mask? I thought you’d ask something more bizarre by how you’re stuttering.”
“Well, I am… about to. Haven’t finished my ask.”
“I was thinking, you use a real knife… and chase me. At any time of your choice. It’s a mystery when, and we do a pact now so we have a safe word and all that stuff. “ You continued, your smile widening a bit too much now, “And if you find me… you can tie me up and do whatever you like.”
Sukuna’s face visibly altered into a confused and then shocked expression, jaw hung open as he took in your ask.
“I didn’t know you were into that, woman.” His mouth curved into a smirk. “Could’ve asked me earlier.”
“I feel safe with you, you know, despite all that happened before…”
A lot had happened before. In your final year of university, the very year you’d met Sukuna, you’d also unfortunately found yourself an obsessed stalker who had given you immense trauma, and eventually made you take safer choices in every aspect of your life. Sukuna knew that, and never pushed your boundaries after the experience.
You’d come back to your dorm room filled with handwritten love confessional notes in red ink, the sender promising that they were actually from his veins. Notes admiring your nose, your eye color, your figure, and how much he wanted to put his cock inside of you. You’d thrown them all out, but they never stopped, despite your constant complaints to the RA.
The notes had turned into pictures. Photographs of you that were way too intimate. Of you in your room at night, of Sukuna making love to you, and glimpses of your naked silhouette as you changed your clothes…
You’d initially suspected your roommate of trying to prank you. Her bed was on the side of the room with windows, and the photographs seemed to have been taken from that side. But when you confronted her, her shock amounted to as much as yours. So much so that she initiated installing black-out blinds the same day, and removing all mirrors around the room to protect the privacy of you both.
You’d lock yourself in Sukuna’s dorm room, crying to him every night like a pathetic loser, and he’d do his best to support you. He’d tried everything he could. He’d talked to his friends who had cop parents to seriously look into the matter, but with all the haphazard evidence and poor leads, it had gone nowhere. Your campus and dorms were situated in secluded parts of the town, and that made it worse. Your poor friends eventually decided to accompany you everywhere to ensure your safety, and Sukuna decided to install a security cam outside your dorm room door too.
During the last week of your finals, you were ecstatic to finally leave that shitty, creepy situation in that dorm room. There had been no resolutions with the constant harassment from your stalker. Strangely, no unknown person was captured on the cams either. The notes knew scary personal details about you. What your favourite childhood pet’s name was, how many moles and birthmarks you had, and even the colour of underwear you’d wear that day. None of these details were available on your socials (which you’d long deleted out of fear), and even Sukuna, who was new to knowing you, didn’t.
Sometimes, you’d find it endearing. That someone could be as obsessed with you, but you’d try to quickly brush those intrusive thoughts aside. Occasionally, your mind would drift to daydreaming about who he was, what he looked like, and if he’d really satisfy you the way he promised to. But all that dissolved into anger once you’d be reminded of how difficult life had become trying to avoid this man. It was odd – as if the person was someone already known to you. But you had no close male figures you associated with, so it always left you confused.
You were taken by surprise when the dorm room telephone rang at 3 am before your second-to-last final. You weren’t really a deep sleeper, and the anxiety with finals made you even more aware of the shrilling ring filling your ears. To make matters worse, your roommate, who had already finished her finals and left the morning to drive back home. The telephone rarely rang. Only if there were emergency announcements that failed to go through the speakers to students, or if there was a family emergency which you needed to be informed about, or if another student rang you from another dorm room in the same building.
You reluctantly picked it up, heart thumping, waiting for bad news:
Silence. There was no one on the line. Or so you thought, because straining your ears made you aware of a soft breathing coming through the other line.
“Umm, anybody there?” You asked, still slightly groggy, trying to absorb what was happening.
“Hey, dollface.” A deep, husky voice answered, with a slightly amused tone.
It couldn’t be. Is it… who I think it is?
“Who the fuck is this?” You answered, looking around to grab your phone in the meantime.
“Baby. Did I interrupt your beauty sleep?” He spoke in a gentler tone now, “I’m sorry. I’ll let you go after this call.”
You stayed silent, unsure whether you should disconnect the call or convince the voice to finally reveal their identity.
It’d help with the investigation. You lied to yourself.
“I thought I’d help my doll satisfy herself. I know how stressed you are with finals, sweetheart.” The low voice groaned.
“Shut up. You know you could go to jail for this, right? With all the shit you’ve been doing to me?”
“Is that a threat, my love?” He chuckled, “Or a lie you’re telling yourself as you stay on the line with me? Admit it. You like how I sound.”
In fact, you did. And you hated yourself for it. Hated yourself for finally getting a glimpse of your stalker, all to find out he sounds like those voice actors people swoon over. Hated yourself for feeling your cunt throb from this strange interaction.
“It’s a good change, I know. Now you can finally touch yourself to my voice instead of the filthy letters I write to you.”
“I know. You’re thinking how I know that you’ve touched yourself to my written confessionals of how good I’d fuck you, and how much your stupid boyfriend didn’t please you enough?” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Fuck off. He pleases me just fine.” You said, looking around your room to try to figure out where he was seeing you from.
“Oh, don’t look around like a sheep caught in a fence. It was quite some work to install that camera in the fire alarm.”
Oh my god. How stupid was I? Of course there was a hidden camera somewhere *inside*. He’s been watching me all along.
“If you’re so obsessed with me, why haven’t you revealed yourself to me yet? Scared I’ll reject you or scared I’ll report you?”
“Reject me? I wish you could see how I looked, baby. I know for a fact that even the pink-haired son of a bitch would cream a little if he saw how I looked.”
Before your mouth could keep up with your brain, the sentence poured out like vomit:
Why the fuck did I ask that?
“Oh my, my. Curiosity indeed killed the cat.” he chuckled loudly this time, “Have you seen Skeet Ulrich? Now imagine him buff. Like 10x buff with a Dorito build, large deltoids and emerald green eyes. Got abs too. That’s how the friends describe me.”
“You have friends? Do your friends know what the fuck you do?” you answered, trying to ignore the growing heat in your core from the physical description of himself.
“Of course they don’t, sweetheart. Like the same way your boyfriend doesn’t know how wet you are from me talking to you right now. Look how soaked your panties are, doll.”
You were wet. Soaking wet. And your night uniform of an oversized shirt and transparent, pink cotton undies now seemed like a terrible choice you’d made.
“I can see the outline of your filthy cunt and how perked up your nipples are for me. Practically begging to be taken. Now be a good girl and touch yourself for me—”
You clanked the telephone receiver down, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. A normal person would’ve felt sick and disconnected the call immediately, but you hated how your body acted completely irrationally.
You couldn’t tell Sukuna about the call. Nor could you ask the RA to investigate the call. They’d know the filthy details about your not-so-distant relationship with your stalker. And you’d be the villain in this situation.
So you turned off the lights, going under the blankets to cover yourself from the pinhole camera in the fire alarm, letting your fingers drift between your legs, moaning and pleasuring yourself from the built-up sensation, completely oblivious to the fact that the camera also had a speaker that your stalker could hear you cum from.
“Pineapple. How’d that be?”
“Yeah. Sure. But you’re 100% certain you want to do this, baby?” Sukuna asked, squeezing your hand for confirmation.
“Unless you don’t want to… I’m fine with that too–”
“No, brat. I want to. Now don’t be surprised if I follow the script, though. I can be mean if I want to, you know that?”
“Just say the safe word when it’s too much, okay?”
It had been a couple of days since your conversation with Sukuna. You’d insisted on him surprising you, but every single passing day of said surprise made you giddy with anticipation. You’d been wearing the most scandalous matching sets you owned for a week straight now, and you were kind of upset with how much laundry you had been doing to keep up. Giving up on him fulfilling your wish anytime soon, you settled on a simple pink, cotton pair of boyshorts and a mismatched old, white lace bra. He wouldn’t care if you wore something un-sexy either way.
But just as fate had it, as you were scrolling through your phone for an easy one-pot dinner recipe, the lights in your apartment went out.
Ummm. Did I forget to pay my electricity bill?
You walked up to slowly navigate through the darkness, waving your phone flashlight, only to realize your phone battery was at 2%.
You quickly sent a text to Sukuna before heading to your desk where your fully-charged laptop could connect your mobile to power it up. Scrambling to see around you in the dark, you heard a loud thud at your window.
Did a fucking tree fall over? Because what the fuck.
You slowly drew the curtains to see a black figure with a ghostface mask standing on your bedroom balcony, leading you to scream at the top of your lungs.
He didn’t speak a word, moving his fingers to his mouth to shush you up.
“Did you disconnect the power?”
He nodded, wordlessly. Then he turned his phone screen to show his Notes:
You giggled, nodding at how sweet he was even in this role that was supposed to be cruel.
“Run before I catch you, now!”
He scrolled down to show you a timer he had going on. And you had exactly 3 minutes to hide.
You drew the curtains back before you sprinted to scout an inconspicuous hiding spot that was not too inconspicuous. Sure, if this was a real-life scenario, you’d probably already be fleeing away from your apartment, but this was a completely different moment. Something you’d willingly signed up for.
The bathroom? No, too obvious. The closet? That isn’t going to fit me. The bed? Oh, how convenient. Under the bed it is. Keeping the mood alive by fucking right after Kuna finds me. How romantic.
You slid under the bed, avoiding the little dust that had accumulated from your long impending deep-clean, and slowed your breathing to hear your surroundings. You could hear the faint picking of the balcony door, so you took the time to grab the storage boxes and surround yourself with them. You’d figured you’d make it a bit hard for him, since that’d make you both hornier from the wait.
Did he forget our keys? He could’ve just unlocked the balcony door with them. You wondered.
All the overthinking was soon replaced with heavy combat boots that made the wooden floors of your apartment reverberate. Your heartbeat picked up pace, and you started sweating with the anticipation of his arrival in the bedroom.
He really prepared for this, huh. Combat boots too?
You could hear the figure shuffling around the living room, opening the larger cabinets, the storage pantry, moving the couch.
And then the bedroom latch turned slowly.
“You in there, sweetheart?” The voice was muffled and didn’t really sound like Sukuna. It was the mask altering his voice, you thought.
You stayed quiet, pressing your hand against your mouth to contain the sudden humour that took over you. You had a habit of laughing at the most inappropriate moments, and it clearly got you today, too.
You saw his feet circle the room to expectantly open the closet that was filled with clothes. Not finding you in there, he went into the connected washroom.
A sound of the shower curtains sliding with one swift motion, then silence. And then a ‘tsk’. “You’re being such a bad, bad girl,” he muttered, making you let out a giggle.
Sooner or later he’d find you anyway. The feet walked towards the bed, and suddenly, he dropped to his knees to take a peek below the bed.
“Found you. Brat.” And before you could say anything, the figure circled to the other side of the bed and yanked you out by your feet.
“Ouch!” You shrieked, pretending not to like the force he grabbed you with.
Fuck, does he look hot. He was wearing a tight compression t-shirt with a black jacket and cargo pants, sluttily covering every inch of his body, leaving everything to your imagination. And that mask. Fuck. It was so scary, it made you leak a little.
He grabbed your hair and gently tugged at it to seat you on the edge of the bed, which you followed, obligingly.
“Now that I’ve caught you… do you know what’s going to happen?” The voice echoed.
You feigned innocence, shaking your head no, biting your lower lip in excitement.
“Oh. Too bad. Stand up and turn around for me, filthy girl.”
He never used that before. But why does it sound so familiar?
He yanked your wrists behind you, tightly tying them up in a thick rope that was less rough than you’d imagined. Of course he doesn’t want to hurt me even in playing this role.
"So, you got a boyfriend?" he asked, sliding to grab your ass and squeeze and knead your cheeks with his gloved hands.
"Why? You wanna ask me out?" you whispered, enjoying his calming touch on your body.
"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?" his hands slowly raked up to your waist, stopping at the hem of your oversized tee.
"No," you lied, following the movie script, giggling a little and pushing your butt against his hard, clothed cock.
“I never told you my name."
Um. Did he forget the lines? That’s not how the dialogue goes.
"Don’t you want to know who you’re grinding up on? He chuckled, pushing his torso against your tied hands and ass.
Kuna would be such a bad actor. You thought. Fine, impromptu it is.
You froze. That word was exclusively used by someone you’d long left in the past, and you thought you were imagining and mishearing things. The figure pushed you onto the bed, while you were unable to lift yourself to look at him, as he stood behind you.
“Oh god. I can’t believe you’re still with that bastard.”
With one flip, the figure turned your body over so that you’d face him now, back arching from the restricted arms behind you.
“It’s you, you psycho!” you shrieked, realization dawning upon you.
“Love. Don’t call me psycho. It’s Toji.”
Toji? Shit, wasn’t he the guy who was on Sukuna’s hockey team?
You’d met Toji a handful of times during Sukuna’s parties, where he’d always make you a drink. He was certainly an attractive, charming man, but with his reputation for hating commitment, you’d never given him much thought, especially because of how well Sukuna treated you.
He yanked his mask off, black, raven hair falling on his face, slightly wet from the humidity of the visage. Even in the dark, you could see his glistening, green-emerald eyes that shone under the moonlight. His face was chiseled, angled just like Kuna’s, but that scar on his lip made him look so… handsome. And those lips turned to smirk at you, as he noticed your eyes drifting up and down to study his face.
“Like what you see, doll?” He asked, tapping his boots against the floor.
“I…how did you get in? Where’s Kuna…” You asked, trembling, trying to look away with your flushed face.
“You didn’t answer my question, baby.”
“I…No. I’m already in love with Kuna.”
“Liar. I’ll give you another chance.” He said, drawing out a knife from his jacket.
Fear overtook you as you tried to wriggle out of your constraints. “No! Pls! Don’t hurt me!”
“Nobody’s going to hurt you. I thought you wanted knifeplay?” his smirk widened.
“Remember when you fucked yourself to my voice that night? After you disconnected the call?” he said, whispering your name, forcing you to return to the moment you’d buried somewhere far in your memory, knife inches away from your neck.
You shook your head no, unable to speak out words with the tightness growing in your throat.
“Another lie.” He frowned, removing his outer jacket, tossing it on the ground to reveal his big, beefy arms that crossed in annoyance.
“You are, doll. Admit it. Admit how when you’re home alone and Sukuna’s in another city, you still touch yourself to my letters you’ve kept hidden.”
Tears were streaming down your cheeks in sheer guilt and humiliation. Yes, you had a bizarre fascination for Toji. You’d hated it every single second. It felt like cheating on Sukuna. But it wasn’t relationship-breaking because you hadn’t actually sought him out to physically and emotionally cheat.
“Shhhh, don’t cry.” Toji’s face dropped, with a pitiful expression forming as he tugged you up to hug you tight.
You stood there, crying into his chest as he engulfed you in his embrace – the smell of cedar and teakwood filling your nostrils. It felt comforting when it shouldn’t. And the drowning smell in your nostrils, with the plush pectorals squeezing your face, made your thighs weak.
“I missed you, baby. It’s been so long since I talked to you.” He smiled, wiping down your tear-stained face and runny nose.
“I hated it. Hated when Sukuna was too quick to ask you out on that first date. It should’ve been me. Nobody knows you better than me. Not even him.”
Maybe, he was right. Right about the fact that he knew you better than anybody. Everything you liked or disliked, you had to teach Sukuna step-by-step. It was tiring – to teach him everything because you were his first girlfriend, first everything. You always told yourself that love was supposed to be slow and gentle, even if you were opposites. But with those letters Toji endlessly wrote you, it seemed that the fucking stalker knew you better than yourself. Your darkest secrets, even what you fucking desired in bed.
Emotions and vulnerability took over you, and you found yourself tiptoeing to plant a kiss on his lips, as you barely reached his height. Toji’s eyes widened from the sudden peck, and he hungrily grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he slouched to kiss you deeply this time.
He tasted fucking amazing, like something you’d wished for your entire life. Sweet like honey. Intoxicating like whiskey. His kisses were slow, deep, as they suddenly turned into animalistic desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth, French-kissing you while his hands travelled up behind your shirt to feel your prickly skin.
“Fuck…” you moaned, your guilt long gone from your body now.
“Mmm,” he moaned, withdrawing from your lips for a moment to look at your dazed eyes now.
You don’t know anything about who this man really is. Nor do you have any emotional attachment to him. But you were too fucking horny to care right now, so all you worried about was how he made you feel.
His hand slowly lifted your oversized T-shirt, Kuna’s T-shirt, which fell and gathered against the roped restraints on your wrists behind you, his eyes blown out from staring at your perked nipples through the lacy bra. Your breath hitched as he slowly traced the outline of your sloped breast, and your stomach, and your plush thighs.
“Do you want this, baby?” He asked, stopping mere inches from your soaked boyshorts as his fingers rested on your inner thighs.
“Ye–yes…” you stuttered, nodding your head again.
With a harsh tug at your bra band, he pulled it down to let your tits spill out of the fabric, leaving the fabric clasped. He pushed his hard cock against you again, the friction from his cargos making your cunt ache with desire. His mouth travelled to your neck, then your collarbone and decolletage, placing peppercorn kisses, revering every single part of your body, worshipping you.
Your hands still tied, you ached to touch his body. Toji noticed, and untied the constraints, only to tie them back up again, but now in front of you so it wouldn’t be as painful.
“Sorry, baby. I’m going to have to punish you with these for denying me all those years.”
Your tied hands slowly began touching him, beginning with the scar at his lips, your right thumb slowly pulling down his lower lip.
“Abused as a child, doll.”
“Don’t be.” He stuck out his tongue to slowly capture your thumb and gently suck on it, leaving the vacuumed sensation on your thumb to make you feel some type of way.
He paused to unzip his pants and yank off his cargos in a rush, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift down towards the humongous tent in his grey boxers.
“Think you can help me?” He asked, looking down to meet your blurry vision.
Your tied hands slowly, collectively grazing down his stiff length, and he winced from the sudden touch. You pulled on his waistband, his angry and turgid cock springing out free, rigid against his abdomen. It made you drool a little, as your tiny hands barely could wrap around, given how thick he was. Up and down, you traced the single, swollen vein that ran along the side. His breath became labored, and he let out guttural groans, letting one of your hands cup his balls, making his grip on your neck firmer.
“Good girl,” he complimented, now kneading your left breast while pinching the other, making you feel more confident as you quickened your rhythm with your restricted hands.
Suddenly, you heard the door creak open, only to find another ghostface masked entity standing in your doorway, making small, slow, deliberate claps with his hands.
“I hope you enjoyed your gift,” He said.
In your dazed moment of focus on Toji, you completely forgot about Sukuna, who was the one to accept the ghostface roleplay to begin with.
“What are you…” You mumbled, trying to steady your focus, withdrawing your hands from Toji’s precum-slick cock.
Sukuna slowly walked towards you as you hurried to pull down your shirt. But Toji just stood there with a smirk across his face, cock out.
“You know, when you proposed the roleplay idea, I was not at all surprised, princess.” He was now dangerously close to you, and it was only now he realized how much taller and stronger he was than both you and Toji.
“Four years back when I met you – it was no coincidence, brat. My buddy and I had a bet over who you’d fall for first. He’d insisted that you’d choose the red flag that he was, so imagine my surprise when you fell for sweet, innocent me?”
He looked at Toji, smiling. “The issue was, buddy here continued obsessing over you and disrespected the fact that I’d won you. Bet or not, I loved you. And he fucking hated that. So, I challenged him. Challenged him that if he’d be able to make you change your mind, he could have you.” His hand raised to cup your cheek, his thumb drawing slow, loving circles. “But didn’t know you’d fall for him four fucking years later, baby,” he slapped the very same cheek he was loving a second before, sending a stinging sensation down your face.
“Shhh. Darling, I knew how much you liked getting stalked by him. He’d sent me all the footage of you touching yourself to him.”
You were speechless. Shocked. This was the last thing you’d imagined your sweet, loving boyfriend would do.
“You fucking conspired to ruin me?” Your voice trembled.
“No, baby. That’s what you chose. You wanted to get fucked by both him and me. And now you’ll have it, my greedy princess.” He chuckled, his hand fisting the strands behind Toji’s head as he groaned in pain.
“I know how kinky you are, baby. So this night was planned well in advance. Toji will do with you what I ask of him to.”
He grabbed Toji’s face with his other hand and sloppily kissed his lips to express his frustration with his friend you didn’t even know was your stalker until moments ago.
God. But the sight of them hungrily tasting each other made your cunt throb with excitement.
Sukuna’s red eyes were focused on yours, but they weren’t the teasing eyes of your gentle boyfriend anymore. They were darker red, colder and terrifyingly focused on your expressions as he continued tonguing Toji’s mouth.
He walked over to push you onto the bed, gripping your thighs. His fingers dipped into your flesh with enough pressure to leave angry, red streaks of blood. His breathing had drastically changed now; it was fast, like he’d just discovered his prey in the wild.
“Sukuna,” you repeated, savouring and hating the pain, the name suddenly tasting like poison on your tongue. He leaned in until his lips were almost touching yours, but there was no tenderness in the gesture anymore. His breath was hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Not so soon now, brat. You wanted the knife? To be chased through the dark? Terrified that you’d actually be caught?” A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face, but his eyes remained scarily cold. They remained fixed on every faltering expression, dissecting every micro-twitch of anxiety.
“You’ve asked for a monster.” His thumb pressed hard against your lower lip, roughly forcing it down with his black manicured nail. The ‘roleplay’ you’d proposed was no longer a fantasy; it was a horrid challenge.
“See how she looks at you, Toji? Even when I’m speaking to her,” Sukuna purred, voice dropping to condescension as he glanced at Toji. “She’s terrified, and she’s fucking desperate. She needs two hands to keep her satisfied.”
“What’s the play?” Toji asked, his voice rumbled low. His emerald eyes were fixed on Sukuna, waiting for the command. He didn’t care about your history with Sukuna anymore; he only cared about finally having the hunt he’d waited for all these years.
“Start by reminding her who owns her body now”, Sukuna chuckled. “Use those hands. I want to see her tits bounce while you fuck her senseless, but I want her to feel every inch of contempt for you.
Toji obeyed with no hesitation. His rough hands moved to your breasts, pinching and kneading the sensitive flesh without any ounce of tenderness. He leaned down, leaving bites along your collarbone now, as if branding you as his.
Sukuna moved to the foot of your bed, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness as he met your eyes. “Now. Spread her. I want to watch you slide into that pretty cunt while I watch her. And Toji? She doesn’t like gentle. I want her screaming so loud that the neighbours call the cops.”
Toji grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart with little care, exposing you completely. His thick and demanding cock filled the animalistic hunger inside you, while you surrendered yourself to Sukuna’s face that was frowning in pleasure, fisting himself.
Sukuna’s grip was punishingly rough. His fingers sat tight around his base, as if he were testing his own limits of constraint. Fast and aggressive strokes, his thumb pressing hard against the underside of his cock. The sound of his strokes alongside Toji’s fading breaths echoed in the room, making you reach the edge sooner than you’d wanted. You could feel the tension in your body building, and when Sukuna could tell you were close, his free hand gripped the edge of the bed, as his hips bucked involuntarily.
“Fuck you’re still so tight,” Toji growled, his voice thick with lust.
“Don’t talk, just fuck her!” Sukuna commanded, his grip tightening on the bed wood as he watched your body collide with Toji’s.
The climax was unlike anything you’ve ever had. You let a moan so loud, so primal, as you came all over his cock inside you, while he rubbed against your clit with deliberate, slow movements. But before Toji could chase his own release, Sukuna grabbed his hair, yanking his head back and pushing him off the bed.
“Nice try, Toji,” Sukuna muttered while his eyes didn’t leave yours. “Now watch how she really wants to be pleased.”
Without warning, Sukuna grabbed your hips, hauling you upright despite your burned-out state. He didn’t bother with foreplay – had watched your arousal build through Toji making you climax. He positioned himself at your sore, swollen entrance, and drove himself inside you with a devastating thrust that made you shriek in pain.
Your back arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping when you realized how much bigger and demanding Sukuna’s cock was compared to Toji’s. It sought out every inch inside your belly that Toji had missed. And he fucked you unlike he ever has. Cruelly, rhythmically, each thrust reminding you of his claim over you.
“Look at you, princess.” Sukuna hissed in your warm nipping your earlobe. “Trembling like a fucking deer caught in headlights. You’re pathetic, yeah? You know that?”
“I’m pathetic!” You screamed.
“And I’m yours. And I love it.”
“Good. You-thrust-belong-thrust-to-thrust-me” As he groaned, spilling himself inside you, choking you to constrict you from your already rapid breathing. In a complete, unexpected moment, he pulled away from your climaxing body and pivoted toward Toji with the knife on the bed.
Toji’s reflexes would’ve kicked in if he knew, but Sukuna didn’t play a fair fight – ever. Like the way he made you choose him. Love him. Not Toji. He moved with speed, the blade catching the dim moonlight, and the steel finding its place on Toji’s neck.
A wet, tearing sound filled the room as the blade sliced through Toji' s throat, cutting through the muscle with terrifying ease. Blood splattered across the bedsheets, your naked body, and your eyes widened in shock.
Toji stumbled back to the floor, his hand flying to his neck in a futile attempt to stop the crimson pouring out between his fingers. His emerald eyes slowly losing its dim.
As you cried in fear, shaking uncontrollably, Sukuna leaned down to lick a drop of crimson off your body, his smile widening into something truly demonic.
“Now, dollface,” Sukuna whispered, stroking your cheek with his stained fingers. “It’s just you and me, and I have just begun.”
a/n: i have officially reached level 290404949 of freakiness by posting one of my most secretive fics from a while back i'd left half-written
and what better way to improve the plot then to involve our glorious green-eyed king to fuck with reader's brain?
DAUGHTER im actually scared of yandere kuna omg
art by: gunkachan (?) found on Pinterest tbf and made into an edit by me
divider by: @pixopix
