laundry day | r. sukuna
summary: sukuna’s angry and desperate and you look so cute trying to fold your laundry.
pairing: stepbrother!sukuna x reader
warnings: 18+ + dark content (stepcest) + thigh fucking + slight dubcon + pervy!sukuna + choking + degrading + slut shaming + fingering + cum swapping + lmk if there’s more mwahhh
wc: 1.6k
others/author’s note: step brother sukuna save me….
sukuna came barging into the laundry room with a raging boner and anger clear in his expression. you were minding your business, folding your laundry with one of your earbuds in. you’d barely finished folding your sweatshirts when sukuna came in, his hands finding the edge of the washing machine to close you in. “sukuna-? what are-?” he hisses at you to hush, freeing one of his hands to tug your pants down.
“fuck.” he hisses in your ear. his fingers rub at your clit roughly, the rough pads of his fingers feeling so nice against your soft pussy. your hips just involuntarily, but your face scrunches as you turn to look at him over your shoulder. “what are you doing? this is wrong!” you’re whisper-shouting at him out of fear of your parents hearing. sukuna scoffs at you, sliding his fingers further forward to tease your wetting hole.
he presses kisses to the side of your neck, biting down to suck harsh dark spots along it. he laughs when you shudder. it’s painfully clear you’re trying to decide if you’re enjoying what he’s doing or not. “wasn’t wrong when you had your fingers in your cunt moaning my name. i’m giving you what you want and you’re complaining? ungrateful slut.” he hisses, slapping your pussy harshly. you let out a low moan at the pain that quickly fizzles out into pleasure, your eyes shutting tightly.
your eyes begin to water as disgust fights the pleasure building into your stomach. you shouldn’t want this, you really really shouldn’t. but sukuna’s fingers feel so good on your clit. they don’t rub you the same way you do, they feel better. “‘kuna…please. stop..stop ‘m sorry.” you sob quietly, hands pushing at him behind you. your step brother rolls his eyes, pressing his thumb against your clit as his fingers dip inside of you.
you feel your resolve practically dissipate as his thick fingers bully their way into your cunt. your eyes shut tightly and you lean forward onto the washing machine for support. your cunt gushes as his fingers bury themselves deeper into you, pushing and pulling quickly. you close your eyes impossibly tighter as the loud squish of your pussy fills the room, it’s an unmistakable sound that makes your body burn with embarrassment. “yeaaah, atta fuckin’ girl.” sukuna sneers the praise into your ear.
“take my fingers sis, i just need this pussy wet.” his fingers curl over that soft little spot inside you and your knees buckle. there’s a loud bang! as your forearms hit against the washing machine and sukuna simply refuses to stop. he uses his free hand to grab you by the throat, forcing your head towards him. “not even doing what i fucking want to you and you’re about to fall? no wonder you haven’t been fucked yet, you can’t fucking take it.” you moan louder than you’d intended at his words. you shake your head, opening your eyes just for tears to fall freely from them. “you’re so mean, ‘kuna! i can t-take it!”
he scoffs at your pitifully whined words. he grips your throat tighter, making sure he cuts off some of your circulation. “then shut the fuck up and take it. ‘m not fucking this pussy yet, don’t worry. wanna take my time when i do.” he mutters the last part before thrusting his fingers harder into you. he watches your face as your eyes gloss over with pleasure, lips parting without any sound leaving them. he watches in amusement as panic settles in your eyes when you can’t find the oxygen you need to breathe.
your pussy has to be the most responsive thing he’s ever touched. every time he slides his fingers in and out there’s a loud, defining squish! it makes him want to ignore his precious plans and bend you over the washing machine. he wants to know what sounds she makes when he’s pounding mercilessly in and out of your virgin cunt. you’re so fucking wet it slides down his fingers and down his wrist. he bets if he looked down there would be a pool of cum on the floor because she’s so fucking sloppy.
he frees your throat temporarily—just enough for you to catch your breath. sukuna’s hot breath brushes your lips from how close he is, it’s too much and your cunt flutters in a way that only means you’re close. sukuna entertains the notion by watching your lips part and eyes squeeze shut. he waits until your cunt tightens impossibly around his fingers to rip them from you. “noooo! no! ‘kuna please!” you whine, eyes sliding open to look at your step brother who only grins down at you.
“you didn’t think i’d let it be that easy, did you? i said i wouldn’t fuck this cunt, not anything about not teasing it.” you pout at him so cutely he almost feels bad. almost. he tugs his sweatpants down for his cock to spring into the cold air of the laundry room. you glance down behind you and your breath hitches, eyes widening in fear. “‘s not gonna-” sukuna squeezes your throat again out of pure annoyance. “i already told you i wasn’t fucking you today. shut the fuck up.” he punctuates his last sentence by tightening his grip on your throat.
you’re rendered speechless again by your lack of oxygen, and you can only claw at the washing machine as you begin to feel light headed. sukuna grabs his cock with the hand he fingered you with, sliding his soaking fingers along himself at an attempt at lube. he won’t make you take his dick down your throat today. that’s for another day when he has the time. your stupid fucking mother is around the house somewhere and his dad’s at work. he doesn’t have the circumstances he needs right now.
“pull your hips back.” his voice is harsh in your ear but you oblige him anyway. you pull your hips back, allowing him to push your legs together around his cock. “now be still and let me fuck you like this, okay?” you nod so hard it loosens his grip on your throat. sukuna regrettably lets you breathe, watching you take heavy breaths before he thrusts forward. the way his cock angles it catches your clit every time he moves forward. the moan that tears from your throat is impossibly loud. you can only pray the dryer is loud enough to conceal it.
sukuna tugs your head back to press his lips to yours. the kiss is sloppy and needy, your stupid fucking brain can’t process the complexity of french kissing currently. your lips glide messily against his, tongues dancing as his hips snap back and forth and back again. sukuna’s tip keeps bumping your clit perfectly. so fucking perfect that your cunt keeps twitching and hole clenching around nothing. sukuna bites down on your lip as your wetness begins to build on his cock, white cream dripping onto him and down the thickness of your thighs. he wants to cum in your underwear and make you wear them all day. oh fuck.
sukuna kisses away from your mouth, pressing a kiss to your jaw until he finds himself in the space between your neck and shoulder. he kisses, sucks, and licks at the spot before he bites down harshly. his hips are moving faster, arousal flooding his senses as the softness and tightness of your thighs and how fucking wet you are begins to catch up to him. he can’t help himself, really. his step sister is so fucking cute, all puffy eyed and drooling. your lips are parted, though he thinks he’s managed to rub the intelligence out of you.
he growls low in his throat when you clench your thighs. you’re trying to fight off your orgasm because he hasn’t cum yet but he doesn’t care. he wants however many he can get and he always gets what he wants. sukuna moves his hand from your throat to place both of them on your hips. he pushes your further into the washing machine, bracing your hips so he can shift his own faster and harder into you. the loud plap! plap! plap! of his hips hitting yours fills the room. he ignores the sound for the sake of his sanity. he needs you to cum.
“oh my god! oh my god ‘s- ‘kuna! oh my god.” your whimpers become music to his ears as your hand slides behind you. you slap at his side, trying your best to fend off your orgasm despite no longer remembering why. your eyes roll into the back of your head and your pussy clenches. you cum with your entire body. your toes curl, fingers digging into the metal of the washing machine and the warmth of your brother’s skin. your legs tense and your pussy gushes as sukuna continues hitting your clit perfectly.
he snickers as he watches your orgasm, reaching down to rub at your clit. “stupid slut, you’ve never cum like this before have you? only used your little fingers, hm?” he takes your babbling as a yes. he keeps rubbing your clit, fucking into you harder as his own orgasm begins to taper over the edge. he hisses your name, his lips finding that space between your shoulder one more time. this time, he bites down harshly as he cums. his cock twitches, balls tightening as his hand on your clit reaches down to pull your panties up. he cums in the seat of your cotton panties, panting softly.
“atta girl. taking your step brother so fucking good.” he reaches down to collect some of his cum, dragging his fingers through your pussy lips to gather some of your slick. he brings his fingers to your lips, shoving them in despite your gentle protests. “look at you. fuck, you need to suck my cock next time.” he watches you in pure admiration. he leans forward and removes his fingers to kiss you. this kiss is nastier, sloppier as if it had even been possible. “i’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
