sukuna knows how to break you ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⟡ ˖ ࣪. tags ; mean!sukuna, hatefucking, mocking, degrading, condescending, mean but soft, light humiliation, possession
“you think you’re such hot shit, don’t you?” sukuna taunts, his veiny, large hands caressing the curvature of your body laying beneath him. “you’re so pathetic. i can see right through the way you act.”
the way he was so gentle with your naked body— kissing your perfect tummy, sucking on your tits, softly nipping at your neck— all while degrading you awakened something so violently sensual, delirious, and greedy. it was a bloody contrast; the condensation and subtle mocking, the juxtaposition of absolute filth coming from his fucking mouth, yet ever so torturously and attentively worshipping your body… you were already a mess for him and he didn’t even fuck you yet. god, how you fucking hate this man.
“fuck you, ‘kuna. insufferable piece of shit,” you spat out with cold malice, your brain going fuzzy as he was toying with your sensitive clit. “god, i— i fucking hate you.”
nothing in this world pisses you off more than sukuna. you loathe this man more than anything. you hate him. you fucking hate him. you hate the smug look on his face, you hate his arrogance, you hate that you hunger for his touch. because as long as he’s playing with that perfect, soppy, aching pussy, you don’t care how mean or cruel he gets with you. you don’t care what he thinks, you don’t care that he hates you, too.
“do you really hate me, slut?” sukuna teases, taking his cockhead to brush on your clit, making you shiver. “because your body doesn’t. your pussy certainly doesn’t. i wanna see how smug you are when my cock stretches you out.”
in sukuna’s eyes, you will always be his pretty whore. he would get on his knees and kiss your thighs, your stretchmarks, your pelvis. he’ll literally eat your pussy for his own sick pleasure. sure it’d be easier to just manhandle you, to really put you in your place on all fours and fuck you so rough while pushing your head down on the mattress, but that’s not enough for him. he fucking hates you so much that it’s so much fun to make you feel this good, and you know it. you know nobody will ever make you feel this good other than him. to mold you into a needy slut for him that it doesn’t take much for him to convince you. it was like savoring the violence of wanting what corrodes you.
“you don’t deserve this cock, you know. you don’t deserve to feel this good.” sukuna slides his cock in slowly, your mouth widening from taking every fraction of him easing inside you. “look at you taking it. you got anything else to say to me now? or are you gonna lay there like a brainless slut and take it?”
you hated that he was fucking right. your pussy was shamelessly pulsing on his cock, your arousal gushing all over him. he leans closer to your face, taking in his scent, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his wide body. he loves torturing you with slow, intimate kisses, slowly thrusting inside your pussy until you go dizzy with desire.
“are you gonna try to piss me off now?” he whispers softly in your ear, bear hugging you and lifting your waist slightly off the bed. he fucking hates how he loves the way your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock that it’s pissing him off, the way you’re looking into his eyes as if you were the most sublime, wild, crazed, and untamed woman he’s ever met.
you hated how you were practically clinging onto him like he was the only solid thing in your cockdrunk, hazy world. you hated how this man was emitting the most pathetic, lewd, pornographic moans out of your mouth that you’ve never made before. you hated that you were practically sobbing on his cock, feeling him kiss your tears away, as you were both about to come so hard without warning.
you cannot stand this man. and god, he cannot stand you either. but you couldn’t help but love having him inside you, fucking you in every way and every hole, no matter how much you piss each other off. this was his way of owning you, literally breaking you. looking down at his cock disappearing inside you, making good love with your pussy, that’s who you belong to now. because once he’s finally done fucking that attitude out of you, you’ll be nothing but a drooling, messy whore that finally knows her place.
“i still hate you, sukuna. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.”
“aw. keep moaning my name like that,” he taunts while kissing your forehead. “you’d never let somebody you hate talk to you like this and come inside your perfect pussy.”
cw + tags: enemies to not lovers, a lot of swearing, degradation, impact play (slaps / both receiving), anal fingering (fem!receiving), brief gagging
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‘fucking kiss already’ ‘the sexual tension makes me wanna gag’ ‘he has a thing for you, you know’
were all things you heard constantly about you and number 1 of your college’s volleyball team. it didn’t exactly help that he was the captain, and you were the team’s manager, meaning you were somehow always stuck together.
you weren’t sure anymore why you claimed to hate him so much, why he pulled on your hair every time he walked by you, why you stole his change of clothes just to spite him after he lost a match. but it was fun, and that was all that mattered.
okay, and maybe he’s a bit good on the eyes, so seeing him come up to your dorm in just his towel is a bonus.
this day was like every other after a friendly match. you congratulated the team, made the plans for the victory party and left them to take a much needed shower.
kageyama always took longer than everyone else in the shower, making it so easy for you to run in, take his bag of new clothes and run back out, towards your single dorm.
and just like every other match day, there was a loud, somehow sounding annoyed, knock on the door.
“come in.” you yelled out, pushing the black and gray bag under your bed, laying on it and grabbing your phone.
“clothes.”
“yeah, there is a lack of them.” you looked him up and down with a shit-eating grin. the white towel hung low on his hips, showing off pale skin, a prominent v-line and a happy trail of trimmed black hair starting from his belly button and disappearing under the towel.
“you’re acting like a child.”
“i’m not the one who stole your clothes this time.”
“my bag is under your bed.”
“no it’s not. see?” you slid it back out and placed it on the mattress, opening it to reveal his clothes, “those are mine.”
“really?”
“really.”
“put them on then.” he leaned against your desk, hands folded against his bare chest.
“you’re annoying.” you rolled your eyes and pushed the bag towards him with your foot.
“and you’re immature.”
“i hate you.” you groaned, falling back on the bed and huffing loudly.
“fuck you.”
“i’d like to see you try.” you teased, cackling obnoxiously when you spotted the bright blush creeping up his chest, neck and cheeks. you hopped off the bed and stepped in front of him, looking up with a raised eyebrow. “you do show up at my door naked a lot for someone that hates me.”
“you don’t really leave any other choice, ___.”
“you could get dressed in your dorm and then get your stuff. do you want me to see you naked this badly?” you pressed your palm against his stomach, sliding dangerously low, low, lower...
“obviously you want to see me like this,” he swiftly grabbed your wrist, tugging on it softly and pulling you one step closer, “otherwise you wouldn’t do this every other day.”
“oh, fuck you!” you exclaimed, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks.
“fuck you!” he responded, before both of you engaged in a ridiculous, heated staring contest.
“you’re infuriating! i wish i could just,”
“just what?”
“nevermind.” he mumbled, looking off to the side as he picked up his bag of clothes.
“and you’re a stuck up little-” you didn’t have the time to finish that, because your cheeks were smushed again two large hands, and your mouth was against another mouth, one that loved to talk shit about you.
“what was that for?” you exclaimed, out of breath after the sudden gesture.
“so you would shut the fuck up.” he panted against your ear, kissing down the side of your neck, giving you less and less time to think because all you could even begin to think of at that moment, was the dangerously close tent in his towel.
“is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
“see, that’s what i’m talking about. annoying bitch.” tobio grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed his mouth against yours once more. he tasted like his favorite energy drink when his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring your own taste of toothpaste, bubblegum and something else he couldn’t place.
“fu-fuck, you’re-”
“stop talking and lay down so i can ride you.” you cut him off with a playful tap against his cheek, perhaps one a bit too strong to be just a tap.
you did pay attention to his reactions, however. he had grunted when you had pulled his hair as he kissed you, and his cock visibly twitched under the cotton fabric at the small slap.
“you sure you can handle me?”
“don’t be too cocky, mister captain,” you pushed him down the dorm’s bed, watching the towel around him come undone and his cock spring against his abdomen.
you were always sure he was big; you didn’t, however, expect this much girth and length and a pretty bright red tip that leaked for you as he rested a hand between your thighs.
“off.” he tugged on your sweatpants, and you obliged, stepping off the gray fabric in seconds. tobio pulled you into his lap, kissing you again. you moved your hips against his erection, both of you gasping into the kiss as he bit and pulled slightly on your bottom lip.
“pretty hot for an annoying bitch, huh?”
“shut up.” he grunted, bringing a hand between the two of you, feeling up the wet spot on your underwear that he had been the cause of.
“make me.”
and so he did.
he quickly pulled your underwear to the side, not wishing to waste any precious seconds of what would probably be a one-time thing.
“you gonna ride me or what?” tobio proceeded to fold his arms and place them under his head, looking up at you with a smug grin.
“stop being such a fucking,”
“such a fucking what?”
“asshole.” you spat out, pressing the tip of his cock against your slit as you looked down at him angrily.
“fuck you.” a sharp slap was delivered to your cheek, making you turn slightly to the side, your hand coming up to touch the stinging mark as you sunk down on his cock.
“aw, are we getting heated?” you teased when he furrowed his eyebrows and arched his back off the bed, breathy moans filling your dorm room when he bottomed out.
“not really, you’re not doing that good of a work.”
“that’s just because -ah, ah fuck- you’re clenching like it’s your first time, asshole.” he retorted to your insults, now desperately grabbing harshly onto the fat of your hips to slam you further down his cock.
“what’s up, lover boy? about -nghh- to cum already?”
“can you even make me cum?” he scoffed, but the sweat on his chest, the blush on his cheeks and his panting breaths gave him away. not that you were better anyway, clenching as hard as possible while you stayed right on the edge of your orgasm, building it up so much that it felt like it would be ripped out of you with force.
“how about you shut up for once?” you smirked and leaned down to kiss him roughly, before exchanging your tongue for your index and middle finger against his tongue. with excitement, you watched him wrap his pink lips around your fingers and suck on them with his tongue.
“look at you, you’re good for something, tob-fuck!” you arched your back and leaned down to collapse against his chest when his ring finger started prodding on your puckered back hole. the slick he was collecting from where the two of you met with his fast thrusts was enough lube for his finger to slip in the tight hole.
“ka-kageyama! f-fuck, you’re going too fast, i’m gonna fucking-”
“yeah, yeah?” he tilted your head to the side to have better access to your neck and bit down your pulse point, making your walls flutter around him hard. “you’re gonna cum for me?”
“i’m not-not doing it for you! fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m coming! i hate-”
“i hate you!” he drowned out your words with his before kissing you softly, soft enough that it seemed out of place, as he pumped his finger inside you quickly to coax you through an orgasm.
“too sensi-sensitive.” you breathed out, legs shaking as tobio pulled you off him and let you fall next to him. “wait, you didn’t...”
“don’t try to play nice now.” he tilted his head to your side and bit your shoulder before getting up. “next time you want to be annoying, try not to cum so fast.”
“fuck you, kageyama.”
“i mean, you tried.”
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wait wait wait i wanna hear more about hatefucking with levi😩
mmmmkay well like i said its pretty hard to piss him off enough for him to just snatch ya so this would probably overlap ; you two had spent the week working hard and you’d been a complete ass, breakin rules and acting insubordinate just because he was acting like he was better than you after getting the captain role over you when you two had been competing for it. after that week you both had the weekend off, and he’d just asked for you to sweep his office because his back hurt when you got real fuckin mouthy. he took it for a while but eventually the whole week of you being a complete asshole got to him so he bent you over the desk, fucked ya real hard n fast until you were crying from how good it felt, then finished n pulled out before you could cum before slapping your ass hard and ordering you in a poisonous tone to meet him in his private quarters that night because you weren’t getting away with your shitty attitude that easily.
cw: mentions of injuries, unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation, kinda hate-fucking, reader is somewhat a brat, erwin is an absolute fucking tease, canonverse
21 days. 3 weeks. that’s how long it took for your open wounds to finally heal, yet the one on the upper left side of your torso remained open. your heart was ready to spill out of it any second, all because of him.
you were expecting your commander to come visit you. he’s a busy man, you thought, but then again, he could spare five minutes for you. he always used to.
dragging your feet back to your quarters from the infirmary, you stared at the closed door across from yours. you checked the time on your broken watch; 01:43. light emitted from under the wooden door on the stone floor, and with a sigh you knocked.
“come in.”
“commander.”
“squad leader. i heard you’re getting better. when do you think you can be back to work?” not even one look was spared towards you, blue eyes instead fixating on a parchment on the desk.
“whenever you order me to.”
“i will speak with your doctor then. anything else?” he glanced at your stance and quickly looked away, emptying the bottle of whiskey sitting on a book in his cup.
“are you fucking serious?” you snapped at him. you regretted it momentarily, but at least this time he looked at you for more than five seconds.
“excuse me?”
“i was out for almost a month.”
“i’m aware.”
“and you couldn’t come see me once?”
“why would i? i’m your commander. we have nurses to take care of you.”
“right. well, excuse my outburst then.”
“good.”
“can i be dismissed?” you looked at a stain on the rug instead of him. you knew it was rude, that he would get mad, but you couldn’t care less. erwin smith made you frustrated on a whole different level.
“no. you can not.”
“i don’t think we have anything else to-” erwin slammed a book closed and got up from his chair. his tall figure headed for the door, a small click indicating that it was locked. chills ran down your spine, the bare skin on your arms getting filled with goosebumps.
“you know, you’re lucky there was only one casualty from your squad. otherwise, you would be in big trouble.”
“you’re one to talk about casualties, commander?” you scoffed as he hummed behind you, his mouth right next to your ear.
“be nice.”
“i’m sorry, but i’m only nice to people who have earned it.”
“tell me, squad leader. do you hate me?” a finger touched your cheek, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear. erwin was awfully close to you, maybe too close for a commander and his subordinate. your breath hitched in your throat when you felt something hitting against your lower back; it definitely wasn’t his odm gear.
“i’m just mad.”
“why?”
“i thought we had something special.” you whispered, your embarrassment getting the best of you when the man chuckled.
“that’s hilarious. did you gain a sense of humour in the hospital?”
“fuck you.”
“i’d like to see you try.” erwin flipped you around, his grip tight on your hips as he leaned down and kissed you roughly. his breath smelled of strong whiskey and cigars and you could tell he had been drinking for a while.
you were suddenly getting pushed in another room, the kiss between the two of you not breaking until he threw you on a mattress. you blinked until you adjusted to the dim light of the room, your eyes falling on the man that was undressing himself. when he was in just his underwear, he got on top of you, lips falling on every piece of skin he could see.
his hands took your shirt and pants off quickly, and he stopped momentarily, tracing a scar that started under your breast and stopped around your belly button. blue eyes met yours, and you could swear you saw him soften, melt under your touch.
“i’m sorry. i didn’t know you were so-”
some other time, you would let him apologize and beg for forgiveness, but you were beyond angry at this point.
“i hate you.” you spat out, thinking he would get up and order you to leave. but he didn’t. he kissed you again, hungrily. he rubbed his erection against your clothed clit and you could feel his desperation in the way his hands groped you, spreading your thighs until you were completely exposed for his hungry eyes.
“doesn’t feel like you hate me.” he grinned, rubbing his thumb on your clit, feeling your wetness seep through the cotton that he was quick to pull to the side.
“shut up.”
“that’s no way to talk to your commander, is it?” a harsh bite where your neck and shoulder met made you let out an involuntary moan. “what should i do with you, huh?” his fingers circled around your clit slowly, everywhere except for where you wanted him.
“commander-”
“i’ll just have to fuck the brat out of you, right?” he grinned before pushing his boxers down, his leaking cock springing against his abdomen. you extended your hand to help, but he slapped it away, instead hovering over you again. he took your legs and placed them over his shoulders before looking down at you. he could have busted right then and there, when you looked back at him with those innocent eyes, that furrow of your brows and the heavy breaths that escaped your parted lips and practically begged for him.
brats don’t deserve prep, he thought and was ready to say it, but his sentence was cut short when you started rutting your hips against his, trying to feel something, anything. it didn’t take long until you got what you wanted, because erwin was pushing his cock in your cunt seconds later. his tip stretched you perfectly, but erwin just wouldn’t move. it was getting annoying, made you hate him even more because you could feel his cock twitching between your spongy walls.
“fucking do something.”
“beg.” he leaned down and left a kiss on your lips before he pressed on your legs until your knees almost met with the pillow. the angle gave him more space, more chances to fill you up with his cock, and he did.
starting out with slow thrusts, he ended up with deeper, longer drags of his cock, until his tip barely grazed your cervix. but you needed more, enough to make his cock the only thing on your mind. because without sex, you and erwin were left hating each other. you hated the way you made each other feel, and the reason was that romance wasn’t something you allowed yourselves to feel. not in a world where you could die from one minute to the other.
“commander, i’m-” you were cut short with a moan escaping your lips. he grinned. he knew, with the way your walls clenched and fluttered almost painfully around his cock.
“already? you don’t seem to hate me so much right now.” erwin brought his thumb down to your clit, the pad of his finger circling your sweet spot with an almost sadistic smile.
“i hate you.” you whined, gushing around his cock, your legs shaking as he dragged out your orgasm, not letting you come down from it.
“maybe i should just fuck a baby in you, squad leader. then you’ll stop being a bitch.” his harsh words and even harsher bites on your collarbones and tits made you rut your hips against his, despite his already fast pace. “you’re getting off on this?” he chuckled, pulling out until merely his tip was inside you, “slut,” only to ram inside you with one fast rock of his hips, sending you further against the bed. you cried out in desperation, erwin knew what he was doing; bringing you to another climax so you would be a mess on his cock before he could even fill you with his cum.
“don’t hate me, __.” you swore erwin whispered in your ear, but then again you were getting dizzy with the feeling of him. how could you be sure? a warmth filled you up, grunts and slow rolls of his hips as his seed painted your insides white. out of breath, you brought your arms around him and he did the same, letting your legs fall limp on the mattress. with slow movements, he pulled out, watching as his cum oozed out of your hole. the commander brought two of his fingers back down to your cunt, entering with two slow thrusts to make sure his cum would be buried in you.
“don’t waste a drop of it.” he whispered in your ear before biting your lobe playfully.
