right where you want me (ryomen sukuna x fem!reader)
Sukuna is strictly sex, no dates. But when you end things with him because he won’t take you out to goddamn dinner, he has to see if he can convince you to fuck him again.
Content: Modern!Sukuna, period sex, oral f! and m! receiving, facesitting, shower sex, multiple orgasms, fuckbuddies to something else?? not if Sukuna can help it
author's note: this is a repost from my other blog because it's truly one of my fav things i've ever written ! Wanted it to live here with my other jjk SUKUNA fics
wc: 7k
divider: @pixopix
Sukuna grits his teeth. He fucking hates this.
The sun shines directly into his eyes, and he hisses, furious. With himself, with the whole fucking situation, with you.
With the ray of sunshine itself, because it’s daylight, and he’s standing at your door. Not at night, not at 3:15am when he texts to see if you’re up. At two in the afternoon. In broad daylight. When he’s supposed to be in a meeting.
Absolutely pathetic.
But you hadn’t given him much choice. He’d come straight from the airport, like some stupid romance movie, rushing to your side so he can—
What? Beg for forgiveness? He’ll die before he gets on his knees. But then, what is he doing here?
Sukuna shakes his head with a growl, trying to get his thoughts in order. He’s here, this he knows for sure, he’s here because he’s been haunted by the thought of you since you’d kicked him out of your apartment.
Absolutely haunted. Unable to move or breathe or take a piss without thinking of you. Seeing your fucking face everywhere. Getting distracted by the ghost of your cunt in business meetings with the opposition.
There’s only so much a man can take.
So here he is. Fidgeting like a common fool on your doorstep. Poised to do exactly what you’d told him not to when you’d said to leave you the fucking fuck alone. Your words.
He sighs. Two months of great sex gone up in flames when you’d suggested going out to dinner and he’d laughed in your face. You had stilled, expression gone cold in a way he’d never expected, and told him to get the fuck out, throwing his pants after him.
Sukuna lets out a huff. He doesn’t do dinners, he’s not gonna be your fucking boyfriend, he reminds himself sharply. He’s not going to chain himself to you like a dog, that isn’t how he operates.
But then, what is he doing here?
Grumbling, Sukuna bites the bullet and knocks at your door. It swings open; you’d left it unlocked. He slips inside, locking it behind him.
See! he thinks to himself, see! He can’t get himself into any kind of relationship with you because apparently you’re a fucking idiot who leaves your door unlocked, and he doesn’t have time for such stupidity. But he finds himself pacing quickly through your apartment, worried someone had broken in and hurt you. He’s prepping the lawsuit and sharpening the knives in his head.
But no, there you are, curled up in your bed. Sunlight streams around you, you’re wearing a loose t-shirt and lace panties, and you’ve pulled Sukuna in like gravity. He can’t help it, he stands over you, letting his hand slide gently across your stomach, fingers skimming the underside of your breasts.
He can’t fucking help it, and when you roll over and groan lightly, cracking your eyes open and smiling sleepily at him, it kicks him in the teeth.
Your hands come up to frame his face, fingers threading through his hair. “Only brave when I’m asleep, hm, Sukuna?”
Hn. Your barb hits home, but he ignores it. “You’re a fool for keeping your door unlocked.”
You gently push his hair out of his face. “Had a feeling you might want to stop by.”
He’d texted you his flight details last week, before it had all fallen apart. That you knew—that you could predict what he’d do, that lies heavy on his neck.
“So you took a nap?”
You shrug. “What was I supposed to do, twiddle my thumbs and wait for you? I was tired.”
Sukuna presses his mouth into a hard line. He decides to dig his own grave. “Thought you didn’t want me here anymore.”
You raise your eyebrows, moving your hand to his and pulling it so it’s flush over your breast. “Would you like to leave?”
Obviously not. He tsks at you, then quickly joins you on the bed, caging you in beneath him. You look up at him with a lazy smile, like you’re the one who has him trapped. Your attitude is beginning to fuck with his head. Why is he the one knocked off-balance? He feels like he’s scrambling, like you’re one step ahead and he’s struggling to keep up. And he doesn’t fucking like it.
Sukuna needs to regain some control. He needs to make you lose yours. So he gives you a cocky smirk and pushes your shirt up to expose your breasts.
You smile wider, giving a contented sigh as he braces one hand by your head and brings the other to your breast. He pinches your nipple roughly, rolling it between his fingers before taking your whole breast in his palm, kneading it in his hand.
You’re still looking at him like you have him right where you want him. Sukuna growls. This didn’t work at all. But now he’s got your tit in his hand and his dick is getting distracted.
Leaning down, Sukuna runs his tongue over the underside of your breast, licking up toward your nipple. He takes it into his mouth, sucking harshly before flicking at it lightly with the tip of his tongue. You moan sharply, hands flying to his hair, and he grins, victorious.
It goes straight to his head. “Missed these pretty tits,” he groans.
His tongue stutters. That felt like an admission. He quickly covers it up. “You missed my hands on ‘em?” He moves his free hand, using his nails to dig lightly into the skin around your nipple.
You jolt beneath him, saying nothing. He looks up at you to see your biting your lip, eyes squeezed shut. He lets one nail aimlessly slide against your breast, drawing light, lazy patterns. The ghost of a touch has your breath stuttering. “Ye—yeah,” you grit out.
Sukuna scrapes his teeth over the curve your breast. “Missed my mouth on ‘em?”
“Hmm, yes.”
Sukuna looks up to find you looking down at him, gaze cloudy. He gives you a smirk. “Missed my dick on ‘em?”
You snort, then scream as he bites down on your nipple. “Yeah, you fucking bastard,” you mutter, chest heaving under his lips.
Ha. You’ve finally lost your cool. Good.
Your hands come up to clutch at his sweater, but he came here for skin on skin. He quickly pulls his sweater off, throwing it toward the floor. Before it can hit the ground you reach out and snatch it out of the air.
“Sukuna,” you protest. He’s already rolling his eyes. “Sukuna, this is—” you check the tag and gasp. “This is fucking cashmere, you can’t just throw it on the ground!”
You’re always getting after him to take care of his clothes, insisting that they’re too high quality to leave in a heap. It’s irritating; he can always buy another sweater.
“They’re my clothes,” he growls, but you’re already scrambling out from under him. He props himself up on an elbow to watch you fuss over it, gently brushing it off and carefully folding it. He doesn’t miss the way your hands linger, smoothing over the soft fabric.
Maybe he should buy you one.
He chases the thought out of his head. That’s boyfriend shit.
“I’m tempted to get a hanger,” you mutter.
“Don’t get a hanger.”
You roll your eyes. As soon as you’ve laid his sweater carefully on the iron-wrought footboard, he grabs your hand to reel you back in. “Come on, woman,” he growls, grabbing you by the hips and settling you on his lap.
You gasp, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. When you raise your head, Sukuna realizes you’re face to face, eyes level now. The air in the room changes; it bites. His hands tighten on your hips.
You must notice it, too, because your face hardens, just a fraction. You blow a stream of air through your teeth and turn sharp, considering eyes on him, picking him apart.
Before his face can do anything, he leans down and licks his way between your breasts. He sucks deep, purple marks into your soft skin, smoothing them over with the flat of his tongue before doing it again.
Sukuna glances up at you, expecting you to moan prettily, like you always do when he gets his mouth on your tits. Instead, you’re looking at him with a wry smile. “One-track mind, huh?” But you’re gasping, arching your back to push your tits further into his face, so he counts it as a win.
He keeps going, kissing and biting and sucking at your chest until you hopefully fall apart for him. He has one arm against your back, holding you so you don’t fall, and another sliding across your thigh, reaching for your ass. Sukuna slips his hand past the line of your panties and grabs you, tracing the curve of your ass with his thumb before squeezing, and now, now you’re moaning, grinding down on him sharp enough to make him hiss.
He grins into your chest. How can he not, Sukuna’s got your tits in his face and your ass in his hand and you absolutely whimpering for him on his lap. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be here again, but look at him, he got his way and he’s ticking his boxes and soon, he’ll have his cock in your sweet little cunt.
His breath runs ragged as he thinks about it. God, he’s been thinking about it, all the times he’s had you underneath or on your knees, feeding his cock into your needy pussy. And you always take him so well, stretching and then moulding around him like a fucking glove, squeezing him like it’s your fucking job, like you were built for it. He had to come back, he realizes, mind hazy as you rock yourself up and down onto his hard-on. He had to come stuff you full of his cock, he couldn’t go without it.
He edges a hand to the front of your panties, already thinking of how wet and slick you must be for him, how hard he’s gonna make you come on his cock, when your hand on his wrist stops him.
“Sukuna! Sukuna-baby, wait.”
He nearly bites his tongue off. Sukuna-baby.
He pulls his face from your tits. A swell of pride rises as he looks them over, he’s marked almost every inch. Sukuna looks up at you, smirk clicked into place.
Your face is apologetic. “I almost forgot. I’m on my period.”
Oh. He looks down at your cunt. That means he can’t fuck you.
Damn. Damn. Every time he’s come over, every single time, he’s fucked and finished inside your pussy. Always. Didn’t matter if you’d blown him till he’d spilled down your throat, he wouldn’t leave until you’d sat on his cock. It’s all he’s been thinking about.
But now he’ll have to leave disappointed. Not that he ever does well with disappointment.
Sukuna looks up, ready to spit acid at you for not warning him, but it dies in his throat when he sees your face. You’re giving him a hard, questioning look, considering him through narrowed eyes. He feels flayed open.
Something clicks, and you sigh, rising off his lap. “I think you need to leave,” you say quietly, evenly. You reach for his sweater.
Sukuna’s hands fall into his lap. Something is happening, if he blinks, he’ll miss it. He forces his brain to fucking work.
If he leaves now, you’ll never let him see you again, that seems to be clear. You’re testing him, he realizes, you’re testing him, or maybe you’ve already concluded that he’s going to leave because he’s selfish by nature, because Sukuna is exactly what you think he is.
And he probably is. But Sukuna’s mood grows black at the thought of never seeing you again.
His brain runs on instinct. He can’t leave. But he can’t fuck you.
Okay.
Sukuna grabs you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. You yelp, cashmere sweater falling from your hands.
“Come put that messy pussy on my face,” he rumbles in your ear. You let out a sharp gasp.
“But—Sukuna—” you turn, gesturing helplessly to yourself.
He rolls his eyes. “Think I’m afraid of a little blood?” Laying back on your pillows, he cradles his head in his hands and gives you a wolfish grin. “Come on, woman, ‘m getting cold up here.”
Your throat bobs as you swallow, nodding unsteadily. Your face is a mess, uncertain, shy, excited. Sukuna nearly shakes with glee. He’s done it, he’s gone and knocked you off kilter and now you’re confused and timid and in the palm of his fucking hand.
You crawl over to him, eyeing his face with trepidation. He raises his eyebrows, then grabs you by the hips and settles you over his mouth.
“Fucking hell, Sukuna, you can’t just—mmhh.”
He grins, nosing his way down your folds. “Can’t just what?” he quips.
“Can’t—unhh—can’t shut the fuck up,” you grumble.
He licks at your clit, tongue dragging on the lace of your panties. “Woman, you don’t want me to shut up. You want me to tell you that you’ve soaked through your underwear.” He slides a canine over you, digging in just so, and you let out a scream, hands in his hair. “You want me to tell you that I can already taste you. Drooling into my mouth like a good little slut.”
You whimper. He fucking has you.
Sukuna flattens his tongue over your clit and presses. Your thighs twitch. “Who has you so wet, huh? Who has you fucking dripping?”
The answer is immediate. “Y—you, Sukuna.”
Him. “Me,” he agrees, then takes your underwear into his mouth. “I’m ripping these,” he mutters, then tears them to shreds.
You quickly pull the tatters out of the way, and suddenly your cunt is in his face. You try and surge forward, but his hands snake up your thighs to stop you. “Hold on, woman,” he growls. “Missed this pretty pussy,” because he fucking did.
Then he spits, directly on your clit. Your moan is pornographic. He looks up at you, pleased with himself. You’re looking down with borderline wonder.
Sukuna laughs, then licks a fat stripe up your cunt. He gets his mouth on you and growls, vibration making you shudder, then puts his lips around your clit and sucks until you scream.
He swipes his tongue around your entrance, catching some of the blood there. That little taste of blood makes his pea brain go fucking apeshit; soon he’s dragging his tongue roughly over your clit again and again as you start to ride his face.
“Come on,” he hisses, “come on, woman, use me.”
Damn. Never said that before.
But you do, you grab the headboard and grit your teeth and grind down onto his face. You gasp, rolling your clit onto his tongue in sloppy circles.
It’s all Sukuna can do to keep up. He tries flicking his tongue and you whine, pulling at his hair.
“No, no!”
He tries again; “fuck, yes, yes, please, please don’t stop—”
Fucking hell. He licks at you furiously, and you groan above him.“Yeah, just like that, baby,” you pant. “Making me feel so fucking good. No one makes me feel like you do.”
Well, shit. That hits his cock like an earthquake. Shockwaves roll upward, making his head spasm.
“What?” you cry out. “No, why did you move?” You’re still rutting against him, but you look down at him furiously.
He laughs, but before he can move, you reach down and grab him, repositioning his face until you have him right where you want him.
“Yes. Yes, right there, don’t fucking move Sukuna, I swear to god,” you growl.
It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He’ll hold his tongue still so you can fuck yourself on it until he dies.
But he’ll tease you about it first. Don’t fucking move? He cocks an eyebrow. Who are you to give him an order?
You glare down at him. “I fucking mean it,” you growl. Your hips are stuttering. “Don’t—fuck!—don’t move, just fucking let me—”
You freeze, thighs clamping down around him, head tipped back. “Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—”
You continue to scream as your orgasm hits you, pulling his hair so hard he hisses. Christ, you’re loud. Sukuna tongue fucks you through it, tasting your release as it seeps into his mouth. He pushes it back into you, then gets his lips around any part of your pussy he can find and sucks greedily.
“God, Sukuna, fuck,” you breathe out. “It’s too much, I need—” you shift off of him, collapsing at his side. “Holy fucking shit, I—mph!” You laugh as Sukuna pushes his tongue into your mouth, kissing and rubbing his face against yours to share the slick that’s coating his chin.
“Fucking nasty.” You swipe your hand across your face, then let it fall onto the bed. “Just…just give me a second to…” you trail off, panting. “Then I’ll…” you gesture at his crotch, squeezing your eyes shut.
Sukuna takes the opportunity to observe you. You’re struggling to get your breathing under control, limbs akimbo, chest heaving. He can almost hear your heart racing. He’s never seen you like this, never made you come this hard. He wonders if he can do it again.
You open your eyes to see him staring. He arcs an eyebrow. “The orgasms hit harder,” you say, “when I’m on my period.” You take a deep breath, face flushed. “Here, let me…” you slide over, moving a hand to his crotch.
He stills, then makes a lightning decision.
“Nah.”
Sukuna pushes your hand away, flipping over you to settle in between your legs. He rests his chin in your pussy, grinning wickedly.
You’re absolutely shocked. “What? But—Sukuna, you already…I mean, you don’t want me to blow you?” You look at him, stunned.
He keeps fucking doing it, Sukuna’s doing things you don’t expect and it’s keeping you uncertain. Surprised. Right where he wants you.
His skin feels like it’s on fire. He’s in control. He has you in the palm of his hand. And Sukuna can—can ignore his cock and insist that you do, too. Can prove that he’s not always selfish, if that’s what he has to do to see you again.
To feel your pussy around him again, he reminds himself.
You’re still looking at him, uncertain. He smirks. “Gonna give you another one of those orgasms.” He immediately starts to play with your clit.
“Shit!” You try to clamp your thighs shut, but he forces them open, laughing. “Sukuna—I can’t, it’s too much!”
He picks his head up to glare at you. Don’t you know he’s trying to be selfless?
“Tough shit. I’m not finished playing with this pussy.” He leans down and goes right back to your clit, flicking it again and again with the tip of his tongue.
“Just—just give the clit a break!” you scream, and he growls, but obligingly eases off, moving to your folds and taking one between his teeth. You yelp when he bites gently. “Oh my fucking god,” you breathe. “What the fuck are you doing, holy fucking shit.”
Your hand finds his hair again and he laughs. “I’m giving you the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” he says arrogantly. You snort, and he looks up to see you smiling fondly at him. He grins, all teeth, then turns back to your cunt. “I’m gonna eat this pussy till it fucking rots,” he mutters.
That gives you a full body shudder. He pulls his lips back and opens his mouth into a snarl, setting his teeth against you and raking them through your pussy, canines catching on your folds.
You shout his name, loud and long. He feels wound tight, poised to kill.
“Sukuna—please, do that again,” you beg. He grunts, opening his mouth wide and slowly closing it until he’s got your clit trapped between tongue and teeth.
You come like that, moaning, writhing against him. Sukuna holds you down and pulls another one out of you, this one just as good as the last.
After three, though, you kick him away, holding your legs tightly together. He laughs, deep in his chest, but relents, sliding out from between your legs and sitting up. As soon as he’s gone, your legs collapse. “Fucking hell,” you pant, throwing an arm over your eyes. “Goddamn fucking shit, Sukuna, holy moly mother of god.”
He snorts, and you peek at him from under your arm, giving him a small smile. “I need…to take another nap…” you mumble.
Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Again?”
You nod. “You pulled it all out of me. You pulled all my brains out through my pussy.” Your lips form a pout. “They’re gone, Sukuna.”
“Didn’t have much to begin with,” he mutters. You’re quick to give him the finger.
“You wouldn’t fuck someone with no brains,” you say, sure of yourself. “You wouldn’t want any stupid to catch hold of your dick.”
That stumps him for a moment. You’re right, of course.
“You left your door open,” Sukuna reminds you. “That’s fucking stupid.”
“Well, that was for you,” you reason. You lift your arm to look at him with raised eyebrows.
Stumped him again. He looks away.
You lower your arm, tsking. “I think you’re the one with no brains, Sukuna,” you mutter to yourself.
You’ve taken some of his control. He flounders, trying to get it back. “Why, ‘cause I won’t be your fucking boyfriend?” he snarls.
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend, dipshit!” you fire back. “I’m asking you to take me out on a date. That’s all.”
He scoffs. “Why?”
“‘Cause I fucking want to!” You glare at him. “You—actually,” you snap your mouth shut; pull a deep breath through your nose. He glowers at you. “Actually, I don’t want to scream at you about this.” You set your jaw.
Sukuna opens his mouth to retaliate, but you talk over him. “I’m not screaming at you over this because it’s stupid.” Your eyes flash. “It’s stupid. You won’t be anyone’s boyfriend? Fine. I don’t fuck people for more than two months without going on a date.” You fold your arms over your chest, challenging him.
You’ve backed him into a fucking corner. Sukuna does what he always does when he’s caged in—he lashes out.
“Who said I wouldn’t be anyone’s boyfriend?”
You close your eyes. His blood chills. “You’re really good at being an asshole,” you say quietly.
When you open your eyes they’re dead. “If you want to fuck me, you’ll have to hang out with me outside of this bedroom,” you say flatly. “Take it or leave it.”
You look at him expectantly, but he only sneers at you with narrowed eyes. You roll your own, scooting past him off the bed. “I’m taking a shower. Figure out what you fucking want, Sukuna.” You walk out of the room.
When he hears the bathroom door slam shut, he relaxes, wretched look falling off his face.
Ugh. Damn. When you’d let him back inside the apartment, he’d thought all this dinner bullshit was over. He’d thought he’d clinched it when he’d made you come three times without you even touching his cock; you were going to let him fuck you until he inevitably lost interest.
But the selflessness was for nothing. Tsk. He should’ve let you blow him.
Sukuna collapses against your bed. Figure out what he fucking wants? What he wants is a good little slut who will let him fuck her on his schedule, who needs nothing other than his cock. Preferably five nights a week. But he’s got you instead. It’s extremely irritating.
He tsks at himself. He’s acting like he’s fucking twenty again, he knows those women don’t exist unless they’re paid for. And he doesn’t want that.
He wants to keep fucking you. Is that the same as wanting you?
Sukuna wants to bash his head against a wall. This is so fucking stupid. He should just walk out right now. Bye forever.
But he already knows he can’t. He—he likes being around you. You knock him flat on his ass, which he hates, but then he has to fight to regain control, which he loves. Maybe that’s worth one measly dinner.
Ugh. Fucking fine.
He gets up, shedding his pants and briefs and stomping into the bathroom. He rips open the shower curtain.
You scowl up at him. “Christ, Sukuna, could you be any more dramatic? You’re getting water all over my fucking floor!”
Ignoring you, he steps into the shower, pulling the curtain shut behind him. He stands, facing you. You glower at him. “I’ll take you out to fucking dinner,” he mutters.
You smirk at him, victorious, but he only sees it for a second before you drop to your knees, tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses, hands grabbing at your wet hair. He’s been fantasizing about this all week, but he tries to stick to his principles. “I told you, woman,” he growls, “you don’t need to.”
You look up at him, blinking water out of your eyes. He’s already rock hard, his erection hitting your cheek. “Yeah, well.” You shrug. “I’m rewarding you for good behavior.”
He barks out a laugh, which dies in his throat as you smirk and swallow him down. Hollowing out your cheeks, you suck on him for a few blissful seconds before letting him go with a pop. “Missed this dick,” you say dreamily, letting him spread precum across your face. It’s enough to make him lose his mind.
You look up at him innocently. “You missed my tongue on it?” You lick him from base to tip and back again, then stop, staring at him.
He glares at you. Can’t you give him a break? “Yeah,” he admits.
Your grin is blinding. “Missed my lips on it?” You pucker your lips and bob up and down on his cock. “Yeah,” Sukuna groans, because of course he did. Your lips feel fucking amazing.
You let him go with a quick kiss on his cock head. “You missed when I took you down my throat?”
“Ye—oh, fuck.” He braces himself against the wall as his tip hits the back of your throat. He expects you to move, slide your lips around his cock, but you stay still, tongue laving at his shaft.
Sukuna pants heavily. Why aren’t you moving, why aren’t you blowing him with abandon, like you’ve done before?
He raps you on the head. You look up at him, pulling away with a cough and licking a stripe up his dick. Your eyes gleam. “Come on, Sukuna. Use me.”
Well, shit. He grabs you by the face and slams himself back inside your mouth. You choke on him, which almost makes him fucking finish, before taking him in with a cough. He can see spit gathering at the corners of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to take him again and again as he absolutely fucks your mouth filthy.
Sukuna holds your head still, railing into the hot, wet column of your throat. “Still want me to use you, sweetheart?” he growls. “Think you can handle it?”
Your eyes snap open. You rake your nails up his calves before settling on the back of his thighs. With a jolt, you pull him even closer, sending him deeper down your throat.
His eyes almost roll back. “Fucking hell,” he groans, hips fucking your face even faster. You’re gagging now, but you still manage to reach out with your tongue and lick him at his base. “Doin’ so good for me, sweetheart,” he mutters. “Gonna make me come right now.”
Your hands tighten on the back of his thighs and he comes with a shout, pouring his release down your throat. You cough, moving away and letting it fall to the floor.
Chest heaving, he arcs an eyebrow as you stand up. “Couldn’t swallow?”
You roll your eyes, wiping drool from your mouth. “Sukuna, I let you hit the back of my throat that whole time. I almost threw up on your cock. Forgive me for not swallowing this one time.”
He grins, pleased with himself. You reach past him and grab the bar of soap.
“You need a second bar of soap, woman,” he says flatly.
“Waiting your turn is part of the experience,” you say in a sing-song voice. You grin at him, deliberately dragging it over yourself as slow as you can.
He rolls his eyes and snatches it from you. Your eyes almost bug out of your head and he snickers, soaping up his shoulders. “Wait your turn,” he mimics you.
“No fair.” You fold your arms over your chest and scowl as he cleans himself off. Sukuna’s about to soap up his dick when you gasp, scandalized.
“You can’t put it on your dick!” You grab the soap from his hand.
He looks at you, disbelieving. “Why not?”
“That’s nasty,” you inform him. “Do you slide it between your cheeks too?”
“Maybe.” Sukuna grins, and you scoff.
“Just fucking—suds it up and then clean it with your hands!” You lather the soap between his hands, then leave him to his own devices.
“You’re absurd,” he says, shaking his head and cleaning off his cock.
“It’s my soap,” you insist, rubbing it over your yourself efficiently.
Sukuna stands, waiting for you to finish. “I’ll bring my own soap, then.” You both go quiet at the implication of that.
You shake it off first. “Fine. Carve a big “S” in it so we don’t get confused and I don’t use the dick soap.”
“But you will use the dick,” Sukuna smirks at you.
You nod solemnly. “But I will use the dick.”
Later, when you’re both clean and dry and laying on your bed, Sukuna feels a pang of—something. This is usually when he leaves, no reason to stick around.
You cock an eyebrow at him. “You gonna throw a fit if I lay on your chest?”
His body ticks. You look at him carefully.
He sighs. What the hell.
“Climb on, woman,” he says impatiently. You waste no time in pouncing on him. “Christ, stop wiggling.”
“I’m figuring it out,” you shoot back. “You’re not very comfortable, too much muscle.”
He smirks at you. “You’re the one who wanted to do this,” Sukuna reminds you. “Besides, you like it.”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” You bite his pectoral and he growls.
You still, and there’s quiet between you for a few minutes. He feels the pang again.
“Can I ask you a question,” you say softly. Whatever the pang is, Sukuna ignores it.
“Go ahead.”
“Why are you so anti-dinner date?” He stiffens beneath you. “Just, just relax, okay, I’m not—I’m not asking for your whole, like, outlook on dating, okay?” you clarify. “I just mean—I thought you’d be into it,” you admit. “I thought you’d love it, actually. You picking a restaurant, telling me what to wear, sending a car.” You shrug. “Buying me lingerie, I don’t know. I thought that was how you operated.”
But it isn’t. “Sounds like you just want a free fancy dinner,” he says, just to buy time. “Unless you would pay?”
You let out a snort. “Sukuna, you make about five times what I make. Maybe more.”
“More,” he agrees.
“Well, don’t rub it in.” You go quiet, question hanging in the air.
He sighs. “The men I work with—they’re fools.” You let out a shocked laugh. “Absolute Neanderthals,” he continues. “They think power is about who has the most expensive suit. Or who can pay to get the prettiest whore on their arm at a dinner. Or who can pick the most expensive restaurant for the dinner.” He stops, considering. “Or who can snort the most cocaine in the bathroom.” Sukuna shakes his head in frustration. “That’s not power. Power is commanding, demanding respect.”
“And you command respect,” you cut in.
“Damn right I do,” he growls. “These men, they don’t understand, they’re so shortsighted. It’s not about money, it’s not ‘who can bring the prettiest slut to dinner,’ he says in distaste. “It’s ‘who can make a room go quiet just by walking in.’”
You prod a finger into his chest. “You can. Because they’re afraid of you.”
“Exactly.” Sukuna nods in approval. “I don’t need to pay a whore for everyone to know I have power, that I’m the one who makes things happen. I don’t need to buy out a restaurant or order the most expensive champagne. If I’m late, the meeting doesn’t start.”
You lean up to look him in the face. “That’s awful sexy.”
Sukuna slaps your ass. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he growls.
You snicker against him. He keeps his hand right where it is.
There’s quiet between you for several minutes. Sukuna draws circles over your ass.
“We don’t have to go to dinner, you know,” you announce suddenly. “We can go to, like, an amusement park.” You grin up at him. “You ever ride the cyclone?”
Something hits between his ribs. He ignores it. “Nah, I already said dinner,” he says decidedly. Then he gives you a smirk. “McDonald’s.”
“Ha, ha,” you say wryly. “I’m not accepting McDonald’s, not from the man who can make a room go quiet just by walking in.”
He glares at you. “I’ll make your mouth go quiet by putting my dick in.”
“And I’ll thank you for the experience,” you say with a straight face. He snorts.
You raise yourself up on your elbows. “Come on, Sukuna.” You give him a sultry, inviting look. “Take control.” He feels his cock twitch; you’ve got his number. “Tell me where we’re going,” you continue. “Tell me what time. Tell me what to wear. Tell me what to wear underneath.” You’ve inched forward, your lips ghost over his neck. “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it and then ride you in the car on the way back and blow you in the doorway.”
He swallows. The hand on your ass tightens. “You’re incredibly persuasive.”
“Yeah.” You shrug. “I have some idea of what you like.”
Another hit between his ribs. You’re reeling him the fuck in, and you don’t even know it.
Hm.
Sukuna feels something in his brain switch over.
Unless you do know it.
He sits up suddenly; you tumble off his chest with an oof. “Sukuna, what the fu—”
“You planned this,” he interrupts you. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”
Your face freezes. He can see you try to play it cool. “Ah, what?”
“Don’t try to act dumb, you’re shit at it. You manipulated me,” Sukuna growls at you.
There’s a slow smile growing on your face. You fucking did. You set a goddamn trap and he walked right in like a fucking idiot. You knew he’d come over, you knew he’d want to fuck you, you knew he wouldn’t be able to let go after having you again—
Holy fucking shit. “You manipulated me,” he says again, slightly in awe.
You shrug. “Only a little.”
“Only a little!” he hisses.
“Come on, Sukuna, you think I just choose to take naps in my hottest pair of panties? The ones I know you like?” You poke him in the ribs. “Get real.”
“Were you even asleep?” he demands.
“Yes!” you say defensively. “I got tired of waiting for you, so I passed out.”
“So you were waiting for me!” he crows, trying to put you in the hot seat.
But of course it doesn’t work. “Well, yeah,” you say, matter of fact. “I—I missed you.” You shrug, giving him a small smile.
Direct hit. Sukuna is crumbling. “You fucking told me to leave!”
You bat that away. “Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t listen.”
He can’t help but nod. He has a history of that. Something occurs to him. “That shit with your period?”
You look aghast. “No, I wouldn’t lie about that, I honestly forgot.”
He believes you. “But then you used it to your advantage.”
You raise your eyebrows. “If you say so.”
“Yeah I fucking say so! You came in my mouth three times!”
You smile dreamily up at him. “Yeah.”
“God almighty. You’re—you’re a fucking sorceress.”
You sit up, then, straddling him, hands to his chest. He lets you push him down.
“Sukuna, sweetheart,” you smile sweetly at him. Direct hit. You flick him on the forehead, right in the center of his tattoo. “You’re not actually all that complicated,” you say, pushing his hair back from his face. “Once you walked into my apartment,” you give him a triumphant grin. “It was over.”
Sukuna is seething. But also, a little impressed.
But still seething. He reaches for your chest, pinching your nipple and twisting it roughly until you cry out. “Could you predict I’d do that?” he sneers.
You frown at him. “No, but it’s not out of character.”
A laugh bubbles out of him. He makes a snapping motion and moves toward your other nipple. “Don’t do it again!” you squeal, rushing to cover yourself.
Sukuna pinches your ass instead. “That, I’m okay with,” you sigh.
You go quiet, while Sukuna chews that over.
“You mad?” you say suddenly.
He pauses. “Nah.” Then he grins, feral. “But don’t think you’ll get away with it again.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Can’t promise I won’t try.”
He drops his voice low. “Then don’t blame me for what happens when I catch you.” His nails dig into the flesh of your ass.
You jolt, then shiver. “Deal.”
Quiet again. He’d let it go on, but he has a question. “And what if I left?” Sukuna asks lowly.
You suck on your teeth. “Then I’d be really bummed,” you admit quietly.
Direct hit. This one hurts, edges up his chest. He finds himself bringing up his hands to rub your back.
You look up at him, surprised. He smirks at you. Not so predictable after all. “Couldn’t leave your poor little pussy on her lonesome,” he says, faux earnestly. “Who would stretch her out like I can?”
You roll your eyes. “Yes, thank god I still have the gift of your dick,” you deadpan.
He smiles, knife sharp. “Mmh, that’s what I’ll do, after I take you out to dinner. I’ll remind this pussy who she belongs to.” He snakes a hand between you to cup your sex. You gasp, eyes going glassy. “It’s been a week already, think she forgot how big her daddy is?” Sukuna whispers in your ear. Your breath hitches. “That’s okay, I’ll stretch you open like I never left. Fuck you so hard this pussy never forgets the shape of my cock.”
Your breathing runs ragged. Sukuna keeps going, nose skimming your jaw. “You want me to take you out to dinner, hm? I’ll take you to dinner, and then I’ll take you home and bend you over the counter. Stuff your pussy so full of my cum she’ll be weeping, clean her out and do it again.” He pauses considering. “Or maybe I’ll let it slide down your thighs, ruin your pretty dress.” Sukuna brings his head back to look at you. You’re biting your lip, eyes round, chest heaving against his. He traces the outside of your folds. “Maybe I won’t wait till we get home, fuck you dumb in the restaurant, stain your dress and make you go back to the table,” he growls.
“What,” you lick your lips. “What should I wear? So you can stain it,” you add hastily, but you can’t fool him, you’re practically squirming on his chest.
An idea hits him. “Don’t even bother, I’ll pick something out. What’s your size?”
He watches you out of the corner of his eye; your mouth drops open. Score. “Wh—what? Sukuna, you don’t have to—”
“Don’t say ‘tell me what to do’ if you don’t mean it.” He gives you a warning look. Your mouth snaps shut.
“And—and underneath?” you ask shakily.
“Tch. I’ll leave that to you.” He pulls you flush against him, leveling you with a glare. “Just pick something I’ll like.”
You smile brilliantly at him. Direct hit. “Mmkay.”
“When’s your period finished?” he demands.
“Uhh, Friday,” you purse your lips. “Yeah, by Friday, the pussy will be clear.” You grin at him.
“Then I’m taking you out Friday,” he growls. “I’ll send the dress before then.”
“Okay.” Your grin takes up your whole face. “Thanks, Sukuna.”
Direct hit. Mayday, Mayday.
“Thank me after I’ve let that pussy have my cock again.” He smirks up at you.
You roll your eyes. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled.”
