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Tonight, you sit patiently on your knees on the plush carpet of this strange apartment,
A week after your argument with Sukuna, you were meeting up at Haibara’s apartment. You realized how forward you were being, so you tried to dress casually, but showing enough skin to count. A flattering top, fitting your figure but not too tight, and a comfortable skirt (with panties this time).
You realize that the complex isn’t too far from Sukuna’s house, but you dispel the thought from your mind.
The whole point of meeting up with Haibara is to not think about Sukuna. That’s what you’ve been telling yourself, at least. There had been silence from both of you, no attempts to clear the air on either end. Not like you expected much different- it would be pathetic to imagine Sukuna of all people crawling to you to plead for you not to sleep with other men.
It probably hasn’t changed anything at all, you think, as you watch a very clumsy and nervous Haibara fiddling with the button of his jeans. When you texted him to ‘catch up’, there were zero intentions of the sort. You wasted no time batting your eyes, asking him if he wanted to kiss you. The enthusiasm almost made you feel guilty that you were here just to fuck. To prove something.
You broke the kiss shortly, sliding your hand over his hip, over the coarse material of his jeans on his inner thigh and asking him if he wanted you to take care of him.
He scrambles, shoving his jeans off swiftly, and you patiently wait for him to take his boxers off as well. You get the feeling that too many lingering touches and teasing through his clothes might make him finish before you’re ready for things to be over, so you just assume your position on the floor in front of him. He laughs breathily- nervously at your expectant look, and slides his boxers off as well.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with his dick. What-so-ever. It’s perfectly normal and adequate, and you aren’t… disappointed. You guessed you had just gotten accustomed to something different.
It would be wrong of you to compare, you think. You look at him, waiting before you, and try to think of anything but how all-around massive Sukuna is-
You were definitely going to Hell. Definitely.
You grip Haibara by the base of his dick, and pull him into your mouth. There’s a gasp from above you, but you don’t look up, focusing on what’s in front of you. You knew what you were doing, following a routine in your head, albeit a bit robotically. You were writing it off on nerves. You were still new to sleeping around. Sort of.
His hand settles gently on the top of your head and you feel a pit in your stomach. Your hands are fists on top of your thighs, aching asleep legs beneath from sitting folded on your legs. You slide him in and out of your mouth, shifting uncomfortably as he huffs and puffs above you, little whimpers.
You were here to have fun.
You had just started and couldn’t get through it fast enough. You think about stories of girls jerking men off with bored expressions on their faces, feeling a relatability to the dominatrixes’ who look like they would rather be anywhere else with anybody else. Except this isn’t your fetish, and while the man above you seemed to be enjoying himself, shaking on his standing legs, you were not. It felt more laborious. You wanted to feel something between your legs while you awaited your turn, at the very least.
You pull off abruptly, causing Haibara to gasp above you at the sudden assault of cool air on his dick. You were certain you could fix this, you just weren’t feeling it right now. He said he wasn’t a virgin, but he was certainly reacting like one, and something about his neediness was not doing it for you like you’d normally think it would.
Blinking up at him, trying to sound as nice as you can, you manage to get out,
“Um, I’m sorry but…. Could you um… maybe… be a little meaner?”
You half-regret the question as soon as it leaves your mouth, but you're desperate for anything at this point. What good is sleeping around if you're not getting off?
Haibara’s face morphs in shock, obviously not expecting such a question from you. You see him swallow hard, nodding frantically as he plopped his exposed bottom half onto his bed to sit.
“Yeah? Y-yeah, of course I can,” he says, and you feel your demeanor deflating instantly. You don’t want to see his reaction, not meaning to wear your disappointment so evidently. You were usually a much kinder person than this…
“No you aren’t.” rings a gruff voice in your mind, and you freeze in shock as if it’s fully manifested right next to you. An electric jolt charges through your being as you look up at the timid man before you, as if searching for the source you know didn’t exist.
“Like it’d ever be him.” Says the Sukuna in your head, “He thinks you’re sweet, and for whatever reason you seem to think that same thing… but you and I both know you’re as dirty and fucked up as anybody else. As me.” You can even hear the tracings of a smirk clear as day on the fictional voice you are hearing, once again, in your head.
Hell no. You are not doing this right now. You shake off the illusion or delusion, grasping Haibara firmly in your hand again, before sliding your mouth over him. He whines sheepishly, this time actually grasping your scalp, fingers catching the roots of your hair between them. You furrow your brow, taking him deeper into your throat because it is still much more gentle than you’re searching for, which frustrates you. You’re trying hard not to speed your pace up too much, for reasonable fear that he might finish prematurely in your mouth.
“T-that’s it, that’s it, yes!” He praises out, his grip on your hair finally firming up.
“This is so fucking pathetic.”
You slam your eyes shut.
“Good, good, so good,” Haibara whimpers, attempting to thrust into your throat with more resolve. He’s rather strong, you note, but he lacks the confidence and resolve to be truly face-fucking you right now.
“Oh, so you see it too?” Muses Mind Sukuna, “You think he’s doing a shit job? Is this his first time getting sucked off before?”
You try your best to ignore him, but it's as if you can feel Sukuna really there, watching through your eyes, as you swallow Haibara down further. So you don’t open them, don’t give in to voice, bobbing your head mechanically and monotonously, like you are just trying to push to the finish line. Haibara gasps and jolts above you, and you should be reveling in it. You are usually a big fan of a man who whines and whimpers.
“It’s because you're thinking about me. Wanna prove to me you care less about me and you can’t even suck this guy off without having me in your head. I guess I can’t really blame you when it’s this weak.”
You pick up the speed, and quickly. You want to drown the sounds out with your own slick sounds, spit pooling over in your mouth as your suction down each thrust.
“You shouldn’t play stupid games like this. Doin’ this all for my attention.” It sounds just like him, rich and deep in a way that makes you nervous. It makes you feel queasy. Or maybe it's the bobbing of your body as you continue your assault.
“G-good… good girl… Good…. Um-haaaah…. Good.. bitch?” Haibara murmurs, sounding far too gone already to be attempting to speak. “Yeah- yeahhh. Just like that, how could I be mean when you make me feel so good?”
You open your eyes blearily, and in your tear stained vision you feel like you see a halo of light pink illuminated above you. Hard-set jaw and soft skin with a familiar set of red eyes shone back. You blinked quickly, fanning hot clumps of tears away with your spindly eyelashes, clearing your vision. Haibara breathes raggedly, mouth lolled, face screwed tight as tears prick the corners of his eyes. You feel a cold chill of….disgust? Disappointment, more likely.
You feel a sinking feeling go through you, as you hear the voice settled in your skull, whispering in your ear.
“I really hate saying it…but…You always leave me with no choice in the matter. Come crawling back so I can say I told you so, stupid brat.”
You shudder and pull off abruptly, still holding Haibara’s dick straight up in your hand. The sudden absence of your mouth and the cold air of the room seems to do him in, because as soon as you’ve pulled off he’s cumming, and you panic, aiming it back towards his abdomen, completely covering himself. Your mouth is agape in shock, and you jerk your hand back suddenly. You literally feel mortified.
You stand up at rapid speed, still fully clothed, checking to see if anything had splashed back on you (which thankfully, it had not,) You dust off your skirt and quickly grab your bag off of Haibara’s mattress, next to where he is still rapidly catching his breath and recovering. He’s staring up at you with saucer-like eyes, evident confusion on his face.
“I- um… I’m really sorry, I have to go.” you're hightailing it to the front door, regardless of the fact that his pants are still down.
“Wait! Wait, come back,” Haibara calls out, but its already to later because you're halfway through the door.
“I picked you up in my car…!” He tries again, pulling his pants up by the waist to attempt to follow you, but you already know where you’re running when your feet start picking up.
-
The walk to Sukuna’s isn’t very hard. You have GPS on your phone thankfully, but all the “frat” style college houses were in the neighborhood of each other and you feel almost like you could’ve tracked your way there on your own. You’ve made the drive enough times at this point that you recognize the street before you even begin strolling up on their egregiously large house before you now.
Hello future you! How time has caught up with you. You dance on your feet in the cold, no jacket, just your purse and your phone, displayed open to Sukuna’s contact information and the 1:39am time. You still remain afraid of the idea of him not even being home right now, but you’d rather be rejected over the phone by him than knock on the door and have one of his roommates drop the humiliating news.
You hit ‘Call’. It rings once, twice, three times-
“Hello” says the gravely voice from your head, but real. He sounds more.. neutral than you expected.
“Did I wake you up?” You ask softly into the phone. Half-guilt, and half-accusation. Are you alone?
“Yeah, I guess so… I didn’t even realize I passed out.” There’s a prolonged beat of silence. You hold your breath when he says, “I know you didn’t call me just to ask me that. What do you want.” He asks, his usual scathing tone missing. Probably because he had just been woken up.
“… I’m outside.”
“….Like…” his voice sounds raspy, sleep still stuck in his vocal cords.
”Like outside your house, yeah.” You answer quickly. “Are… are you home…?”
Another long beat of silence consumes you, expecting him to hang up on you and leave you outside feeling like some kind of pathetic ex who just shows up at his house, oh my god who does that?-
You hear rustling on the other end of the phone, followed by some other unidentifiable noises- footsteps? You hope, antsy as you hold the phone to your ear, trying to see if you can make out any distinctive sounds. You open your mouth to speak, when the door in front of you creaks open, causing you to jump. You press hang up, and dutifully look up at the sight before you.
In the doorway is Sukuna, looking…. Arguably the best he’s ever looked. His hair is completely disheveled from sleep, pink tufts in disarray upon his head. He topless, which is always a plus, a full display of his built figure you had grown to admire so much. He had on a pair of well-fitting sweatpants that sat on his lower waist, drinking in your vision with the intricate lines of his muscles, v-tapering all the way down. You swallowed quickly before looking back up at his face. He looked at you, mild amusement dancing across his sleep-sunken face. Likely from your wandering eyes.
“Hi,” you said, speaking gently into the cold night air. You bounced your leg to keep your body moving, feeling your skin pickling from the chill.
“Hey.” He folds his arms over his chest (much to your dismay) and shifts his weight onto one leg, leaning into the doorframe to hold him up. He nods his head to you, signaling you to start talking.
“Um… okay. I’ll just start honestly… I came here from a guy’s house…”
Sukuna raises a brow at that, amusement not leaving his face entirely, but a newfound curiosity blossoming over it. He doesn’t speak, so you continue.
“I texted him when I was in your car last weekend and made these plans to meet up with him to prove I could be non-committal too,” you’re being a bit too vulnerable with him, you know it, but you don’t even care.
”And?”
“It was terrible.” You admit in defeat. A barking laugh explodes from Sukuna, and you rush to shush him before he alerts all of his roommates of your pathetic behavior.
“I-I sucked him off. I just couldn’t….” You trail off, face growing hot as you realize what you were about to admit.
“Why do I need to know about this? What, he couldn’t get you to cum when he fucked you with his sad excuse of a dick so you had to come running to me?”
You shake your head quickly,
“No, it’s not like that. I didn’t sleep with him..”
Sukuna steps out of the doorway, one hand gripping the frame as he towers over you, leaning down.
He’s got that sick gleam in his eyes. You know he’s smart. Smart enough to start piecing things together the more you give him, but.. too impatient to play that way when it comes to you. Not right now, anyways.
“Spit it out,” he demands.
You exhale a shaky breath, deciding you might as well just make a fool of yourself.
“I…. didn’t like it. I sucked him off with the intention of sleeping with him or at least- getting off or something, but I was so turned off. He was so bad at it, I couldn’t do it anymore and he came all over himself and… I said I had to go.”
It’s like every word morphs Sukuna’s expression into pure, unadulterated joy. It feels uncanny seeing him so happy, but he’s beaming at you with actual joy, not just the sick twisted pleasure he usually adorns. He lets go of the doorframe and steps out on the porch with you, looking around quickly.
”And you drove all the way here?”
“Well…no…” your face turns bright pink, as choke out your next sentence, “He picked me up,”
“You made the poor bastard drop you off at my house?! Baby, I could shove my tongue down your-”
“No,” you hiss in embarrassment, “I ran out the front door and walked here.”
Sukuna’s expression hardens like stone, the shadows of the porch catching on his darkened features as he glares down at you. He grabs you by the wrist, and tugs you in through the doorway.
“Why the fuck would you walk here?” He seethes, forcing you inside where it’s warm and shutting the door behind him. “You call me to have me pick you up.”
You feel embarrassed for a whole other reason now that he’s scolding you. “I-I know my way around here, it was really close by. You know-”
“Don‘t do that shit again. I fuckin’ mean it.” He doesn’t let go of your wrist, instead turning away from you on his heels and taking you towards the stairwell. You take a deep breath. It feels surreal letting him drag you around, pulling you with him up the stairs, following the familiar path you took the first night you met.
Only this time there’s no booming base and alcohol in your system, no exposed skin. Only this time, you’re not wandering alone. He guides you to his room, meticulously holding on to your wrist in a way that feels anchoring as he leads you somewhere more private, familiar. You have to admit that in all of the chaos of the last few weeks, you feel… at ease as he lugs your body to the familiar doorway. His room welcomes you like a safe space, unlike the new environment of Haibara’s apartment. You exhale as the door clicks shut behind you.
You’re looking at Sukuna exposed back, barely able to make it out with the light donated to you from the moon through his porch door. His tattoos follow each dip and taught line of his muscles, sinking and rising with him, He’s facing the bed, and you can tell he’s… angry? No, not angry, his anger is like an unmistakable heat that consumes the room. He’s frustrated. With you, likely. The lines of his muscles push toward, clearly strained, as you follow the lines down. A wave floods over your body, pin pricks alerting all your senses, like you’re in danger, like you need to move before what’s right in front of you is out of sight for good. You’re lifting your hand up, mouthing opening before your throats closes around the words,
“I want to be the only person you sleep with,” and it's breathier than you hoped. You wanted it to be stable, a foundation of the wild and unlikely proposition you were about to bestow upon him, formed purely on your own want.
Sukuna turns to you, a brow furrowed, but you can’t read his expression with the way the shadows sit. There’s no lights on, likely because you woke him from his sleep, so you have no way to gauge his reactions- not like you could read him that well to begin with. Everything feels like a gamble with him. Like you're hoping to be interesting enough for just long enough, that he won’t deprive you of his attention.
You quickly speak again,
“I was being petty, I didn’t even want to see someone else. I didn’t think I cared, but I do, and I know I don’t really have a right to say this to you right now… I guess I just-“ you swallow thickly, face heating up. You don’t look away, not wanting to show any weakness, balled fists shaking from the embarrassment. Having to speak your feelings out loud, unsure of how he’d even react. It’s harder not knowing what he’s thinking, what face he’s making. It’s you and his shadow in the dark but you don’t cower away.
“I was thinking about you. The whole time, it was like I could… could imagine what you’d be doing instead.” Your mouth is dry, but you press on, “I-I asked him if he could be meaner to me.” Oh, you are burning up. “I didn’t start feeling anything until I started pretending it was you, and even then it wasn’t-“ The words catch on your sandy tongue.
It wasn't enough.
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend…” you say, “I know you don’t care what I do and if I fuck other people but, obviously I’m stupid enough to care, I care more than I want to. I care that you and everyone else are right and laughing at me for trying anyway, I care and I feel sick in my gut thinking about- about all the other girls you could easily have.” Biting your lip, you manage to softly add, “More interesting girls.”
You hear a huff of air from him, and your chest stutters, air caught between your ribs.
“You might even kick me out for doing this now. I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t even blame you. I just had to be honest about what I wanted… how would I ever get it if I didn’t ask.”
“Closed mouths don’t get fed.” Is all he says. The distance between you is steep, causing you to smooth out your shirt in discomfort. You feel so uneasy right now, feeling like you may fall in the gap you’ve created. You can’t think of anything else to say, unsure of how to hold your body in the silence now that you’ve laid yourself bare to him.
“Okay.” He says after a moment of silence.
“…Okay?”
“Okay. You’ll be the only girl I sleep with. Y’gotta do something for me first though.” He gestures for you, beckoning you to come over to him.
You balk. You expected resistance. A fight. Insults, or at least some kind of petty, snide remark about your desperation. It never comes, you stand there in the dark staring at him so simply.
“C’mere.” He all but grunts out, voice rough and graveled from the late hour. You scramble on your feet, hurrying over to where he stands beside his bed. Each approaching step gives you a clearer glimpse of Sukuna in the light, and it feels like an uneasy bout of déjà vu, reliving the first time in his room. You had felt so resistant to all his commands then, fighting yourself against the temptation.
You felt no such reservations anymore.
“Get on your knees for me,”
You drop to your knees in an instant. Sukuna towers over you, laughing with simply a huff of air through his nose, and you feel a shiver of anticipation work its way between your legs, burning, long deprived of any touch. He shoves his sweatpants down and around his ankle with ease, but leaves his boxers on. Your eyes fell down to the black fabric that was clinging against his dick, which seemed to be already half hard. You smile up at him, nerves slowly melting away for once, pleased that he was already firming up just from the sight of you below him.
You can’t help but shift on the ground before him, thighs rubbing together in anticipation. The pure satisfaction of having what you want finally- having him, boiling you from the inside.
Sukuna gets a grip full of your hair before you can comprehend what’s going on. Tugging at a clump of your roots, he manipulates your head, shoving your face directly into the imprint of his dick. You breathe out hotly against him in surprise, and you feel him twitch against your cheek. He’s dragging your smushed face against the fabric, feeling the full outline of his cock straining to reach you, tragically blocked. You can’t help yourself, you inhale deeply, taking as much of his scent in as you can. A week since you had slept with him, but considerably longer since you had sucked his dick. It smelled so strongly of him, salt and sweat and musk, like hot skin and pre-cum. It smells like body heat, his personal smell that you think about in lingering moments. A smell you probably shouldn’t be so aroused by, considering it made you feel a bit gross and perverted to inhale the smell of his balls and like it. You whine a little against his clothed dick, shifting your hips for any kind of friction, working with the sweltering heat building between your legs now.
“Y’like how I smell? Dirty. Possessive too. I’ll cut off all my other bitches if you do one thing for me.”
You look up at him with your best pleading doe eyes, rounded and fluttering beneath your lashes as he jerks you away by your scalp again. You don’t whine or cry out when he tugs you away, waiting for what he wants from you.
“Can you ask nicely?” He asks wickedly, throwing your words back from last time in your face. Your jaw drops, soft expression faltering by his request. He pipes up again before you can speak. “I’ll give you just what you want if you ask me nicely. How about you say, ‘Please let my pussy be the only one you fuck.’”
“Sukuna-!”
“Oh, you’re right.” You grips your hair tighter, and uses his other hand to free his cock from his boxers, “‘Please let my pussy be the only one you fuck, Sukuna.’”
You’d be a fat liar if you said that it didn’t fan the flames, turning you on heavily when he spoke to you like that. You feel a heartbeat quickening down to your core. He meets your gaze, illuminated by the moonlight in a way that looks almost angelic. He’s looking down at you, a familiar gleam in his eye like you’ve thrilled him. His hard cut angular features feel softer to you like this, the lines of his jaw and his brow more like strokes of a brush, fuzzy watercolor bleeding in with the white light of the moon.
“P-please let my pussy be the only one you fuck… Sukuna,” you say with as little resistance as you can manage, struggling to say something like that out loud. It drove you crazy that he could have you reeling so quickly, speaking such obscenities into reality, that you were so willing to fall apart by his hands, which were known to be cruel, unloving and unkind. But he’s beautiful above you right now,
So you decide to trust him. Just this one time.
“Hah” he breathes out. His boxers and sweats pool around his ankles, and his free hand starts pumping his dick, not releasing your hair with the other. His chest is heaving quickly,
“Open.”
You obey, dropping your jaw and presenting him with your open mouth, tongue lolled out. He tugs, moving you by the hair he’s got wrapped between his thick fingers, maneuvering your open mouth in line with his aching cock. It jumps instinctively, no longer restricted, seeking the warmth of your mouth like it has its own mind, its own want for you. You follow his guidance, taking the tip of him onto your tongue, wrapping your lips around him instinctively.
“Lemme do it right for you,”
Sukuna pushes himself fully into your mouth, sliding through your closed lips down into your throat, and your eyes roll back.
“Yeah, I bet he was doing some lame shit, like he thought he’d break you. Gotta fuck him outta your mouth, now. You love making more work for me..” He pushes further in, sliding back further and further, forcing you to adjust to his size and length rapidly. He draws back, before shoving back in harshly, beginning a pace in your mouth between his hips and his grip on your hair.
You swallow back a violent gag- he’s not being particularly harsh, but he’s not giving in pause in his thrusts, not allowing you to adjust to him fully before he’s fucking back into your throat again. But you’re over-eager, taking it, gurgling around him and letting the drool flow from the corners of your lips as he takes you how he pleases. He pulls out slowly and the drool doesn’t stop, and you’re dribbling wads of spit, feeling them drip off your skin and plop on your thigh, dampening the fabric of your skirt below you. When Sukuna thrusts back in, all the wetness coats him, rolling down the length of him as he slowly sinks into you, sliding down and making his balls and inner thighs wet and warm.
“Doesn’t even know how you like it,” he hisses, stabilizing his pace, “Everybody thinks you need to be handled so delicately. You're stronger than that. I see it. I can see how you like it,” you attempt to relax your throat around him fully, letting your body take him as far as it was willing to, if not further, eager to prove yourself. Your mouth and chin are soaked in slobber, coating him fully as you suction around him, adding more tension to his movements. Sukuna hisses.
“You just love getting face-fucked, don’t you? Is this what you were picturing?” His words are more searing than the grip burning your scalp. You have to force air through your nose, attempting to breathe as he stuffs your throat completely full, but you can’t seem to inhale. Your eyes sting, your mouth and nose burn hot, but you feel so fucking good, burning between your legs, worked up from another week without him- and a night of disatisfaction. This was exactly what you needed.
You nod enthusiastically, mouth full of dick. Your eyes water, tears swelling in the inner corners from the tip of him smacking into the back of your throat rhythmically. He grunts again, before pulling his dick out of your mouth- no, pulling you off of his dick forcibly by your hair. You gasp at the sudden absence, before he plops his dick on your face, rubbing the slick spit you had just coated him with all over you. You moan, closing your eyes and leaning into it immediately.
“Yeahhh… You look so good with it all over your fucking face.” His voice sounds ragged. His free hand is guiding his dick, sliding it and rubbing it over your face, smacking it against your cheeks, dragging it over your nose and closed eyes. You pant, mouth open in a messy “O” shape, waiting for what he would do next, shaking from how filthy it felt. Easily, Sukuna pops his dick right back into your mouth, leaving your face with a thin mixture of already drying spit and pre-cum. You groan as you feel him enter your mouth again, hands flying up to steady yourself against his massive thighs. The toned muscles rippled down words, each muscle perfectly defined, you never fail to admire the way his tattoos go all the way down him.
The building tears flow out from the corners of your eyes, catching in clumps against your lashes and adding to fluids built up on your cheeks. You glance up at him, and his lidded gaze is already on you.
“I haven’t fucked another girl in 3 months.” He says, evidently strained. Your eyes open wider, eyebrows flying up as you look up at him. He doesn’t stop fucking your face, so you groan something unintelligible, drowned out by his dick.
“Fucked one of my regulars…few weeks into this.” His hips stutter, “Shit…barely finished. Kept thinking about your sweet fucking pussy gripping me. Thinking about your hair, your hips, your skin.” He thrusts himself all the way back into your throat, causing you to actually gag this time. You sputter, saliva pooling all over your chin once again.
“So fuckin’ deep.” He holds himself there, and hot tears flow down your cheeks. You struggle to look up at him, struggle to breathe properly through your nose, but you don’t let yourself jerk away from him. You’re not sure if he’d let you if you tried anyway, with his hand in the roots of your hair. “Told her to fuck off. Kicked her out after. You know how many times I’ve let you stay the night? And you want to play stupid games and think I don’t want you?”
Sukuna yanks you back again and a wrecked moan tears out from the back of your throat as the pressure escapes your throat. He’s back to rubbing his spit-slickened dick all over your face, making a dirty mess of you, crying after taking him all the way.
“So demanding, telling me what to do as if I hadn’t all but cut them off already.” A trail of drool hangs from the corner of your lip and he swipes it up with his tip, dragging it over your face.
“W-why didn’t y-ou say anything- in the car?” You gasp out, your throat feeling as if it had swollen in his absence, inflamed and choking on your attempts to speak.
“Had to let the stupid baby have her temper-tantrum. You wouldn’t ask for what you wanted, always shying away. You needed to figure it out on your own.” The world gets taller than you can comprehend, a sharp pain at your scalp as Sukuna pulls you upwards. You wobble on your feet, and he releases your hair, shoving you onto the mattress. You land on your ass with a startled sound, and Sukuna is quickly on the ground before you.
“Besides…. it’s much more fun this way,” he purrs out, grabbing the waistband of your skirt and tugging off the flimsy material. Then he’s grunting at your exposed legs and panty-clad thighs, and ripping those off you too, leaving you exposed from the waist down before him. You raise your hips, follow his lead as he grips the underside of your thighs and presses them up and back, spreading your legs open for him.
Sukuna doesn’t waste time saying anymore, and instead opts to spit on your hot, open sex, causing you to blow all the air out of your lungs at the sensation. He flicks his gaze up to you, a reverent certainty behind his eyes. He flashes his sharp canine teeth, something you can’t tell whether it’s a smile or a snarl, before leaning down towards your glossy pussy. You flutter, anticipating the contact, but he’s just breathing hotly against you. It’s painful, your hips twitch on their own accord, like his dick jumped for the warmth of your mouth, your pussy couldn’t run to him any faster. He lays his tongue flat against you in an agonizing lapping motion. You bite down on the fat of your lip, attempting to swallow back any reactions, afraid of being too loud in his house.
If Sukuna has such fears, he hasn’t voiced them to you, instead suckling and slurping in wet, lecherous sounds. Your body has been far too warm for far too long, your hips chasing to meet his messy licking. You stutter and jolt, meeting him in a sloppy grind despite the hold he has on your thighs. You're chasing the pleasure, chasing the build up, the high he just gave you, and is continuing to give you as you feel your first orgasm building up hot as fast.
“O-oh fuck, S-uuk-uunaa- yes,” you whine, and he looks up at you through his lashes and thick brows, warning you. Realizing your lip wouldn’t do, you quickly move your hand up and slap it over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself. You feel a groan reverberate against your clit, and you arch into it again.
Sukuna doesn’t let up, flicking and lapping his tongue, focusing all his attention to your throbbing bud, feeling your hips tense and clench, shaking from the stimulation. Your orgasm was sure to take you over at any moment, he could see in the way your head fell back, jaw slack. So he doesn’t let up, he pushes you past that point, watching your face scrunch up in pain and pleasure, in that face you make where it feels so good that you can only think why are you doing this to me? like the whiny brat he knows you are. He releases one of your thighs to wind his hand up and smack! your exposed ass, and you cry out into your hand as you cum right there. You don’t squirt this time, but you cum, creaming sticky and thick on his face, running down his chin as he continues lapping against you. He spanks you again, and your hand does nothing to muffle the yelp this time. Your hips run away from him on their own.
When he finally pulls off, you’re both huffing and panting. You feel your heart pounding against your ribs, attempting to escape as you reel from cumming on his face. He seems better off than you- despite his heavy breathing, his eyes burn on you, that calculating look he gets when you feel like he’s trying to make you out. Like he knows you well enough to know exactly how this will go. Which is in his favor.
Sukuna removes himself from between your legs and his position on the floor, kneeling before you, to now towering over you. In an instant, he’s got the underside of your thighs again, moving you up the bed in adjustment. You huff a breath, finding it silly that you’re both still clothed from the waist up, but you don’t have time to think much more on it as he begins to climb on top of you. The mattress sinks below the weight of his knees, dipping you even further below him.
Similarly to earlier, as he’s boxing you in, you breathe in deeply. It’s like before, but like potent- less musky, more sweat and sweetness, enticing you in. The smell of him seems to have an effect on you, unsure of what comes over yourself, you bite. You sink into the flesh of his neck, between the taught muscles and tendons, licking up the salt from his skin. He hisses, jerking back to grab you by the jaw and removing you from his skin. A wet pop sounds as you pull off, mouth still open in his grasp, as he pulls his gaze to yours. You blink up at him, and he breathes like he’s bleeding out. Ragged and wet, heaving the whole way. His eyes flit down to your open mouth and he spits into it, a trailing glob of saliva from his mouth to yours.
Your eyes roll shut, accepting it immediately and greedily. Sukuna huffs.
“So fucking nasty. You love this,” it’s not a question,
You nod fervently in his searing grasp anyways.
Lining himself up, he gives no warning as he slides himself into your leaking cunt. Your mouth uncovered as you cry out from the lack of resistance, a perfect fit stretching you out.
“And you’re a fucking slut. You’re gonna wake everybody up with that noise.” He’s still pushing in, nestling the head of his cock head as deep into you as you can manage. “But I bet you want that, don’t you? You want everyone to know how I fuck you?” You cry again, feeling useless and pathetic as your words weigh down your tongue, preventing you from doing anything but whine lamely as he takes you to the hilt.
Sukuna is still holding you by the jaw. You hadn’t even realized you couldn’t respond even if you wanted to. He doesn’t allow you to adjust, pulling out to just the tip of his dick already,
“This is what you wanted right? Is this mean enough for you?”
You open your eyes again. Sukuna is so large above you, surrounding you now as he fucks back into you suddenly (now that you’re looking at him again.) As if waiting for you to make your next noise, he takes it upon himself to spit in your mouth again as you moan. You startle at the sensation, but he feels you clench around him. He growls, pulling all the way back again. The hand not on your jaw sneaks down to between the two of you, trailing to find your clit and spread the skin that covers over it so he can flick the sensitive bid of nerves himself. You moan unexpectedly, from the bottom of your lungs and the pleasure rips through you like a bullet. The pressure wells up, deafening and heavy. Your hips jolt, and he’s slowly creating a pace out of his movements. He’s fucking into you, and playing with your already spent clit, and your eyes feel fuzzy when you watch his gear up to spit again-
Right as he does it, your body begins to seize, coming as quickly as he had started, splashing on his wet hand and the skin where your bodies meet and are pressed together, suctioned by sweat.
Sukuna releases your jaw, planting his arm beside your head to adjust his body weight, shoving his face into the corner of your neck. You turn your head the opposite way, exposing the flesh of your neck to him. It’s the exact opposite of what you should do instinctively- protect the most vulnerable parts of yourself from something so uncertain.
You trust him. He bites down, and it’s not painful. You feel your neck get hot and you gasp at the sensation, the sting pounding in tandem with his thrusting. He’s fully fucking in and out of you now, sucking and lapping his tongue against your skin.
“Ha-aaah- I- I missed you,” you cry, lip trembling at the pressure from his bite and the friction between your legs. Your brain feels mushy, you don’t know how many times you’ve cum. “Fuck, fuck, I missed you, nobody else… nobody else fucks me as good as you do-!” you choke out, feeling hot tears start to build behind your eyes, it’s all too much.
Sukuna doesn’t respond right away- too preoccupied with leaving your neck marred and purple, claimed completely by his teeth and your pussy bruised from the way he’s missing your cervix right now. When he finally pulls away from your neck,
“You say it like I don’t know. Wouldn’t even let the poor bastard feel inside you before you came running to me,” he remarks pointedly, condescending still even despite his lack of air, “Remember what you said earlier? Think you can say it again for me? You know, I don’t like sharing either.”
You groan wetly, “P-please let my pussy be the only one you f-fuck….Suku….”
It’s almost as if you see the shift in his eyes, features settling in the dark night of his room as you lay before him, covered in his spit and your own release. You feel no fear under his gaze, presenting yourself to him like some kind of offering. He drinks up the sight of you, already fucked out, crawling back to him and playing along.
“Fuck. Maybe I do wanna be your boyfriend, did you ever think of that?” your legs are still up, thighs and knees pressed against your chest in a way that burns the hinges of your hips. You keen out loudly as he uses his upper body weight to press your legs even further into you, and you’re completely fucking helpless to him and his dick right. “Just to fuck up your life and make you cry and storm off so I can watch you find your way home. Maybe I don’t want another man to get that close to you again without- ffuuuck-“ there’s a particularly loud squelch, your spent pussy lubricating his dick to slide so easily. “Fuck, without biting his fucking head off.”
Sukuna’s hands are all over you, continuing his pace that feels like a punishment in some ways, too overwhelming to your senses, you can feel yourself aching already as you take it, clenching around him. Your eyes are fuzzy, chanting his name in tandem with his movements, a prayer not long left unanswered.
“You really are so- so-“ he grunts, struggling to maintain himself, “so stupid-“
It’s too much, you don’t let him open further as you scream his name out, a ragged cry as you cum, and you feel your wet, sticky release spurt out and coat both of sweaty thighs. You’re gripping him, milking him for everything through your orgasm. Your nails having long found grace in his soft tattooed flesh, you dig your claws into him, your whole body going rigid.
“Yesss,” he encourages, fucking you through it even when your body goes slack and your mind goes blank. You feel the soreness building from your inner thigh muscles to your core, pussy puffy and swollen as he continues to fuck roughly into you with abandon. Through your tear stained eyes, you manage to look up at the tattooed man pinning you the mattress with his sheer size. Sukuna’s mouth goes slack, fucking into you with the same speed and intensity as if he’s lost in it, brows furrowed. He chases after you until his hips falter and he’s slamming them against yours. He releases into you, a deep groan that you feel from his ribs against yours in this mating press. You keen out, feeling the hot flow of his cum filling you up.
Eventually, he stills, and you both stay where you are on his bed (not like you have much of a choice) heaving. Sukuna’s still propping himself up above you, hovering and dripping sweat in small drops against your skin and his eyes are still screwed shut from cumming. You join him, closing your eyes in exhaustion, sweaty and quickly spent from all the torturous build-up.
“You do want to be my boyfriend, then?” You ask in a breath, eyes still closed but the smile chases your lips when you say it anyways. You hear Sukuna grunt over you.
“Do you always need me to spell shit out for you? I know you’re trying to goad me into saying it again.”
Your hand, once latched to his skin by the nail, now loose against his damp skin, lifts up lazily to cup his face by the cheek. He opens his eyes at the touch, brows pinched and face furrowed. You rub your thumb against his face, holding some of the weight of his head he’s supporting up with his shoulders and arms. Not that he necessarily needs your help, but you feel drawn to touch him. He doesn’t stop you, but he doesn’t fix his agitated expression.
“Maybe I just want you to say what you want. Closed mouths don’t get fed, or whatever you said,” he snorts in annoyance above you, but you feel his neck giving way to let you support his weight in your hand. You catch his gaze, and the eye contact doesn’t unsettle you much anymore. His gaze is so fiery and hungry, even now when he seems just as spent and exhausted as you are.
“You do want to be my boyfriend?” you ask again, softly this time.
”You wouldn’t settle for ‘low-effort, long-term, casual, exclusive friends-who-fuck’ would you?” He says blandly, and you can tell he’s just trying to bait you. You playfully slap him, not powerful enough to hurt but stronger than you meant to, with the hand on his face,
“Eugh. No, absolutely not.”
“Yeah, figured. You really are such a demanding woman.”
You huff, feeling yourself starting to get irritated with his attitude, half-regretting voicing it aloud already,
“I suppose we can’t have you running off to another with another man again, breaking my heart.”
“That is not what happened!”
”Throwing me away so easily, when I have been so faithful and chaste this whole time.” He pouts, but you catch the upturn in the corner of his eyes,
“You’ve technically still slept with more people than I have since we started this. I only sucked dick,”
“Though, I believe I could find it within myself to forgive you, and take you as my girl…” Sukuna moves his head out of your grasp, opting to move down to the flesh of your neck, breathing hotly at the exposed skin below your ear. “I think you’ll have to keep making it up to me, especially if you’re going to keep mentioning him.” He says coarsely, running his teeth against your skin, threatening to bite.
“I won’t say another word,” you breathe out solemnly. This seems to please him, as he sinks his teeth in gently. It doesn’t sting and teeter on drawing blood as it usually does. It’s soft and sensual, kneading your flesh beneath his sharp canines, sucking more than really biting you. You imagine there’s going to be a perfectly shaped bruise against your neck as he suctions, but you let your eyes flit closed and let him mark you. Let him take the bite. You had already won, in your own way. You tamed the untameable, avoided being food for the voracious beast. He makes you bleed, but licks the wound clean. He makes your heart scream and your bones heavy, and you don’t think you’d ever run like scared prey again. You let him eat, savoring being his favorite and only meal.
You are exactly where you’d like to be, you think.