Just Fell To My Knees
just fell to my knees
hello! good day to youuu, can i make a request for the lads men? in which reader is not the mc and here's the prompt: having to beg them to do something with you then seeing them doing it with mc willingly, sorry english is not my first language but pleaaaseeee đ i love some angst.
Bitter
PAIRING: Love and Deepspace men x non-mc!reader
SYNOPSIS: Watching the one you love partake in what you once pleaded to shareâa quiet betrayalâfeels like an arrow through the heart, swift and merciless. (angst, no comfort)
A/N: Thank you for the request, it came out more as a drabble. Hope you enjoy!
Xavier
What a bitter, gutting thing it wasâto stand in the shadows and watch him shine for someone else. To see the light in his eyes, the easy laughter, the quiet devotion as he did for her what he had never done for you.
The one thing you once begged for. The one thing he had denied you.
But not her. Never her.
She was fateâs beloved, the one woven from the same celestial thread as him, bound to him in ways you never could be. You had always told yourself to be rational, to be understanding. Xavier came with a past. He came with baggage.
And inside that baggage, nestled close to his heart, was her.
The woman you would envy until the world turned to dust.
And yetâhow could you ever bring yourself to hate her? When she was made of kindness, of soft edges and warm light? When she looked at you with nothing but affection, oblivious to the ruin she left in her wake? She was an angel. A blessing. A curse.
And fate, it seemed, had always been on her side.
So there they were, walking side by side, woven together so seamlessly it was almost poetic. Almost cruel. Her bags in his hands, the weight of them carried so effortlesslyâas if it was the most natural thing in the world.
And yet, when you had asked for the sameâjust a simple day together, just a moment of his timeâhe had sighed, shaken his head, told you he was too tired. That work was too much. That he simply couldnât.
But now, watching him with her, you couldnât help but wonderâdid she take his exhaustion away? Did her presence breathe new life into him in a way you never could?
The answer settled deep in your bones, cold and unrelenting.
Your friend beside you said nothing, only looking at you with that quiet, suffocating pity that made your stomach turn. Because there was nothing to say. Nothing to soften the truth you had known all along.
You were not his first thought in the morning. You were not the name on his lips when he passed a garden of wildflowers. You were not the presence lingering in his mind when the world grew quiet.
And you never would be.
You had spent so long fighting against it. Xavier loves me. He chose me. The words had been your lifeline, a fragile, trembling thing you whispered into the silence. But even your friends never seemed convinced.
And now, neither were you.
So you did the only thing you knew how to do.
You turned away.
No confrontation. No desperate pleas for an explanation that would only come laced with half-truths and empty reassurances. What good was honesty when it had never been yours to begin with?
When he came home that night, his lips still curved with the ghost of a smile, he found an emptiness he had never felt before. Your things, your presenceâgone, as if you had never been there at all.
And in your place, only a single note remained.
"I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for. Because clearly, it was never me."
And Xavier, poor Xavier, would stand there, reading those words over and over, grasping at the fraying edges of something he had never truly held onto.
But then againâ
Xavier had never noticed his wrongdoings.
Not until there was nothing left but the weight of his own ruin.
Zayne
Zayneâor Dr. Zayne, as she called himâhad always been a good man. A gentleman in every sense. Caring, affectionate, endlessly considerate.
But never for you.
His tenderness felt practiced, his affections routine. As if he wasnât loving you, but fulfilling some unspoken obligation. A kindness given not out of devotion, but out of mere habit.
And you had tried to ignore it. Swallowed your doubts, convinced yourself you were overthinking.
Until you saw them together.
Her.
The one fate had tied him to. The one who never had to ask for his attention, because it had always belonged to her.
Her laughter lit up rooms before she even stepped inside. Her eyes gleamed like sunlight catching on waterâbrilliant, hypnotic, impossible to look away from. And neither could he.
And then, there was the picture.
A simple post, one she likely uploaded without a second thought, oblivious to the quiet devastation it would bring.
There she was, sitting in his office. Smiling. At ease.
Sharing lunch with him.
Something you had never been allowed to do.
You had asked onceâjust to drop by, to see him, to spend even a sliver of time together in the place he spent most of his days. But he had refused, brushing you off with a gentle but firm, âI donât want distractions.â
And yet, there she was, sitting across from him, urging him to eat the food she had made, as if she had every right to be there. And maybe she did.
They had known each other forever. That was what you told yourselfâOf course, theyâre close. Of course, they understand each other in ways I never will. You had tried to accept it. To be understanding.
But then you saw the way he looked at her in the picture.
The softness in his eyes. The quiet, unguarded devotion.
Like she was the only one who could unravel him, the only one who could slip past his carefully built walls.
You had spent so long trying to do the same, but you never even made a crack.
And so, that was the moment you made a promise to yourself.
You would not be someoneâs second choice. You would not collect the scraps of his affection while sheâeffortless, radiant, destinedâwas given everything you had ever wanted.
And Zayne noticed.
He noticed in the silence. In the missed calls that went unanswered, the messages left on read. In the bouquets left wilting at your doorstep, the petals curling at the edges.
Roses.
Her favorite flowers.
Not yours.
And that was all the confirmation you needed.
Zayne was never the gentleman you thought he was.
Or perhaps, he was. Just never for you.
Or maybeâmaybe it was fate itself that was cruel.
Rafayel
Something inside you cracked, splintering like fragile seashells beneath careless handsâshattered beyond repair, beyond mending.
It wasnât a sudden break. No, it had been slow, creeping in like the tide, eroding the edges of your love bit by bit, pulling pieces of you away before you could even notice you were unraveling.
And now, the final wave had come, and it had taken everything with it.
Because there he wasâyour Rafayelâkneeling beside her, smiling in a way you had longed to be the cause of.
The sight alone stole the breath from your lungs.
You had spent so long pretending not to notice. Ignoring the way his gaze always sought her out, the way his voice softened just a fraction when he spoke to her. You had swallowed the ache, told yourself it didnât matter.
"Thatâs just the way he is," you had whispered, time and time again.
But it had never been the way he was.
It had only ever been the way he was with you.
And now, you knew why.
Rafayel hated cats.
You remembered the way his nose had scrunched when you had once tried to feed a stray by the docks, the way he had flicked his fingers as if to ward the creature away. âLittle beasts,â he had muttered, half-amused, half-disgusted. âI donât understand how you humans tolerate them.â
You had laughed then, nudging him playfully. âYouâre just jealous theyâre cuter than you.â
And yetâhere he was.
Crouched beside her, cradling a trembling kitten in careful, delicate hands, his expression softer than you had ever seen it. His touchâusually teasing, fleeting, always just out of reachâwas steady, warm, tender.
For her.
Not for you.
Something cold curled around your ribs, sinking deep, making it harder to breathe.
It was never about the kitten.
It was never about the things he couldnât do.
It was about the things he never wanted to do for you.
And watching him now, so unguarded, so effortlessly kind, made you wish you had never met him at all.
Rage and sorrow burned through your veins, curling beneath your skin like a sickness. You wanted to rip that stupidly charming smile from his face, wanted to demand why he had never looked at you like that.
But there was no point.
So you turned and walked away.
Ignoring reality, just as you had once tried to ignore fate.
But fate never ignored you.
And something in the air told youâRafayel wouldnât either.
Sylus
Sylus had never been an easy man to love.
Sharp edges, cold precisionâevery move calculated, every word spoken with intent. He was not a man swayed by sentiment, nor was he one to entertain trivial affections.
You had known this from the start.
And yet, knowing had never stopped you from wanting.
So you learned to take what little he gave youâstolen moments in the dead of night, whispered conversations where he let the ice thaw just enough for you to believe there was something beneath it. But always, always, he kept his distance, his affections measured, restrained.
"This is who I am," he had told you once, when you asked why he never let himself soften. "I donât have the luxury of being gentle."
You had believed him.
Until now.
Until you saw him, standing there in the dim glow of a high-rise restaurant, his head tilted ever so slightly toward her. The woman fate had written into his story, the one whose presence seemed to unravel him in ways you never could.
His fated one.
And in front of them, two untouched glasses of wine.
Wine.
The very thing he had refused to share with you.
"I donât drink with others," he had said once, his voice clipped, final. "It's a pleasure reserved for my time alone."
But now, here he was. Sharing a glass with her. His fingers resting idly against the stem of his glass, his expression unreadable yet undeniably present. He was here. Fully. With her.
A man who never entertained distractions, utterly enthralled.
The way he looked at herâit was something different. Something you had never been granted. There was no calculation in his gaze, no careful restraint. No cold, distant amusement.
Just quiet acceptance. As if she had been meant to sit beside him all along.
And that was when you knew.
You could tear yourself apart, try to become everything he had ever wanted, and it still wouldnât matter. Because fate had already made the choice for him.
And it wasnât you.
Still, you lingered a moment longer, letting the pain settle, letting it carve its lesson deep into your ribs.
And then, without a word, you turned and left.
Because you, too, could learn to be cold.
Caleb
Caleb had always been warm. That was the problem.
He had a way of making you believe you belonged thereâtucked into his arms, held close by quiet promises and easy smiles. He made you think you mattered.
But there was always her.
His childhood best friend.
Not bound by fate, not chosen by some cosmic forceâjust there. Always. In every story he told, in every old memory that made his eyes soften with something you could never quite reach. The one who had been with him before you, the one who had held his hand through storms youâd never even known existed.
And you told yourself it wasnât a competition.
Until the night you saw them.
The neon lights of the karaoke bar cast the whole street in a soft glow, music and laughter spilling from inside as you walked pastâuntil something, someone, made your steps falter.
Through the open doors, past the booths and glowing screens, you saw him.
Caleb.
Standing there, microphone in hand, singing.
With her.
The sight knocked the breath from your lungs.
"I donât like singing in front of people," he had told you once, shaking his head with a sheepish smile when you begged him to join you for just one song. "Itâs embarrassing. I justâI canât, okay?"
But now, here he was.
Swaying slightly, smiling as their voices blended together in a song you didnât recognize. It wasnât perfectâhis voice cracked in places, he missed a beat or twoâbut that didnât matter. Because he was trying. Because he was enjoying it.
Because she made him feel safe enough to do what he had never done for you.
Your stomach twisted.
It had never been about singing.
It had been about you.
You should have walked away then. Should have swallowed the lump in your throat and turned back, should have spared yourself the cruel spectacle of watching them.
But you didnât.
You stayed long enough to see the way he laughed when she nudged him playfully. The way he looked at her, unguarded, free. The way she reached for his hand without hesitationâbecause she knew it would always be there, waiting for her.
And for the first time, you realizedâmaybe you had never been holding his hand at all. Maybe you had only been grasping at the space he left behind.
Something cold settled in your chest.
You didnât wait for him to notice you.
You just turned, and left, without a sound.
And Caleb, too caught up in a song meant for someone else, never even saw you go.
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"What if we like... had sex?" Sukuna starts coughing up the thick smoke of his purple haze, wondering if it's fucking laced with something as you sit there, blunt in your hand and your legs crossed, casually smoking it as if you brought up the fucking weather.
"The fuck did you say!?" He demands after he catches his breath, you inhale your blunt now, you're by far his nerdiest client, you shocked him when you asked to buy from him the first time.
You scream good girl, certified Velma from Scooby-Doo - annoying 'actually - jinkies' nerd. The two of you even hanging out was a fucking anomaly, a mathlete and a frat boy, one he didn't try to figure out. He enjoyed selling weed to you and smoking with you, hearing your stupidly intelligent thoughts, he enjoyed looking at you too. Sure you were fucking gorgeous in that soft, sweet way.
So what the fuck was this!?
"It's been a while," you murmur, handing him the blunt back now, he takes a huge rip, coughing again as you speak. "If I'm not really your type it's cool."
"If you're... you... I..."
"Shit, it's fine. Calm down. Just was thinking it'd be fun." He keeps staring at you, mouth wide open, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Dude it's fine don't freak out. Forget it."
"Forget it? The fuck?" He's glaring ruby eyes at you, while you take a wad of money out of your little black backpack, decorated with anime pins all over and a ridiculous amount of keychains.
"Here," you hand him the cash, fingers brushing for a moment while he just stares. "Shit, I made it weird."
"Yeah you fucking did. Who just says that?" He glares right at you, thin brows low over his narrowed eyes, those sooty pink lashes too fucking pretty and long, god you're jealous of them!? Are they so pretty because you're baked?
"Sukuna, you've fucked like half the girls I know, I have heard you're pretty good at it." He blinks again at that, a rare blush to his cheeks, not fitting his cocky persona while you put out the blunt, letting it smoke against the tray. "Here's the money. Thanks again."
You turn, and he grips your wrist, pausing you, it feels way too good. Not only has it been way too long, Sukuna was fucking hot, every time he got too close you felt that heat, you literally clenched when he just brushed a big hand across your shoulder to grab something. And your boyfriend broke up with you six months ago, you thought maybe it would be fun to fuck him, Sukuna is sexy as fuck and chill. Now you want to disappear, clearly reading the room wrong as usual.Â
You suck at that.
"You wanna fuck me? What, like... some friends with benefits? Or one time shit?" He stands, hovering so fucking tall, you turn and look at him, blazed whites of his eyes red, you swallow nervously, eyeing the tattoos on his chest in that thin white wifebeater that's just unfair to wear around you while you're ovulating, you can see his nipple piercings through it, and it's doing too much.
"I thought like once, if we liked it sure we could do it more. If we're both single and... get along... plus you're hot."
"Yeah I am." He grins and you roll your eyes.
"You know... never mind."
"Wait brat, shit." You sigh, looking up at him now, as he turns you to him, his cock twitching just looking at your dilated eyes behind thick glasses, your parted lips. His fingers brush against the softness of your sweater, watching your nipples press against the material.
"It's cool if you don't want to. Like I am chill about it promise." He fingers the edge of your sweater, blitzed off his ass wondering if you're some fucking dream for a moment. But he feels the heat of your skin as his fingers slip up your waist.
"Think you can keep up with me, huh brat?" He murmurs then, snarky with his smirk. You step closer, your finger drifting up his hard chest.
"The question is if you can keep up with me, Sukuna." He scoffs at that, raising a brow that has two little barbells - eyebrows shouldnât be so sexy, but then Ryomen Sukuna just is sexy, everything about him from his tattoos and piercings, to his ridiculously strong body. His height, his face⌠his eyes.
Itâs no wonder girls do flock to him.
âMe, keep up with you?â Heâs chuckling now, sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, impossibly cocky as he eyes you, acting like his heart isnât racing when you set down your bag. âYou wonât get any free weed from it.â
âI donât want free weed, and youâre kind of an ass.â He chuckles again, when you sink to your knees however he falters, vermillion lips parted, you unbuckle him and look right under your glasses at him then, smiling just a bit.
Are you⌠cocky too!?
Sukuna hasnât ever had this happen, someone just smiling as they unbuckle him with ease, heâs sure though when you see his cock youâll pause. Heâs a solid ten inches and thick as fuck, even if youâre some dick sucking pro, youâre gonna give pause. Your eyes widen then, licking your lower lip, making him ache to kiss you.
What are these corny ass thoughts!? Heâs scowling at them, irritated that you on your knees has him, Sukuna, nervous!? Since when is he nervous about shit- and when youâre revealing him, and he doesnât even help you tug down his black silky boxers, you let out a little whine that almost ends him. His hand enwraps in your hair, and your eyes meet his again.
Why are they so pretty? Why is he thinking that instead of being excited to get a blow job, as usual? Youâre running your finger over his tip, making his hips jerk just a bit, moaning softly. âAre you sensitive, Sukuna?â
âAm I⌠youâre a brat, ya know that?â He glares as you giggle, acting like his cock isnât way too fucking big, and youâre figuring out if youâll be able to walk after this. âStop teasing and show me what you got, running that pretty mouth huh?â
His thumb brushes the plump lower lip, you stroke him then, looking right at him as the rough pad of his thumb caresses soft lips, calloused from years of football but so gentle over little teeth indentations on your skin. You swallow, a little nervous suddenly, before taking a breath and leaning forward, pink tongue lapping at the precum already oozing from his slit.
Sukuna whimpers when you do.
You think you imagine it, this giant man whimpering, but as you lap again at his reddened tip, your hand slipping down his thick length, he does it again, quieter, hand pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes. The sight is so sexy you canât take it, taking more of his thick tip deep in your mouth then, looking up as you suck him, your glasses fogging up from your breath.
âOh, fuckâŚâ He shakes it off, biting back another pathetic whimper as you start sucking hard then, heâs acting like heâs controlling your movements but heâs just pulling your hair, watching as you make more and more of his cock disappear. âCan you take more, brat?â
âSure can,â you taunt, pulling back with a suctioned pop, but he is intimidating. But damned if you would back down from a challenge. You have next to no gag reflex, but youâve never had a cock this big to contend with. You start sucking him deeper, head bobbing, the sounds of your saliva and his cock fucking your mouth lewd in Sukunaâs apartment.
The sight of him losing it as you suck his cock deeper in your throat, until heâs burning and stretching it with his thrusts is far too attractive, you canât help but clench your thighs, grinding on nothing for friction watching him. His red eyes are bright, pupils shrunk to pinpoints as he fucks into your throat, the mix of need and the weed making you even wetter.
Whatever strain this was, it was making you unreasonably horny.
âThatâs it, suck me deeper if you can,â he taunts softly, hips bucking up as he cups your face almost gently, fucking your throat so deep, feeling it tighten as you reach down and play with yourself under your skirt. âFuck, fuck, fuuckkâŚâ
Youâre swallowing all you can, relaxing your throat as you find your clit, moaning then and vibrating right around his cock as he fucks your face. Your hair falls, and he uses one hand to hold it into a ponytail, letting out the weak little whine again while you slide two little fingers in your slick hole, aching for his cock inside you - even if you couldnât walk the next day.
Youâre thinking of how perfect all the ridges and veins would feel while you keep fingering yourself, tears pricking your eyes, glasses so fogged you can hardly see. Heâs so close to cumming from just a few minutes of your mouth itâs pathetic, he yanks you off him then, looking down and seeing your hand between your thighs.
âWhatâre you-â Youâre slipping your panties off eagerly then, straddling him and making his breath catch when you grind on his cock. âLet me touch you, fuckâŚâ
âDonât need it.â He glares ruby eyes at your audacity- heâll be damned if he doesnât get to touch your body, your tits that are enticing him with every breath, that soppy little pussy.
âWell I do, fuck youâre slutty, huh?â You ignore him, focusing on how good his hot, heavy cock feels between your slit, whining out when he yanks down your sweater, revealing your lacy bra.
âFuck me, please,â he huffs at that, revealing a pretty breast and moaning, thumb brushing over your pretty nipple, making you whine. âAh!â
âLet me take my time, shit,â he mumbles, sucking your nipple into his mouth then, your hands entangle in spiky pink locks, feeling the softness of his hair as his other hand grips your ass under your skirt, dragging you over his cock. âThis soaked, how? Havenât touched you.â
âTouched myself,â he glares again, sucking your other nipple, having both your perfect breasts out for his mouth, while his hands sink into your hips, grinding that cock against your clit then, watching your head fall back. âMnh!â
âYou touched yourself, sucking me got you that excited?â He taunts, only for you to reach down, stroking his cock again, watching the blush on his cheeks as you move it up and down, twisting your fist just so. âFuckâŚâ
âCondoms?â You whisper, he nods, tapping your hip real quick for you to get off him. When heâs back with a gold magnum from the drawer, youâre straddling him again, but heâs lifting you up, sinking two of his fingers in your cunt now, and you whine out at the stretch. âAh!â
âGod, youâre tight⌠fuckâŚâ He groans as his fingers curl inside your slick, gummy walls, gripping him so good, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. âThink you can take this cock, really?â
âY-yes, I c-canâŚâ he chuckles, shaking his head and hitting your spongy spot now, making your cunt gush down his fingers as you cry out.
âCum fâme first,â he murmurs - he would never let a girl not cum before he gets his cock in her. Heâd love to eat you out but youâre not giving him many chances to do shit. Heâd love to kiss you, but heâs leaning back watching you fall apart for him, nodding just a bit when he curls them just right in your hole, gasping. âThatâs it, canât help yourself can you, slutty little brat?â
You should be offended, but youâre shattering for his thick fingers, gushing as the orgasm smacks you, rushing all over your body until youâre making a mess, the sound loud and echoing as he groans. Watching you cum, intense as he stares, something youâre not used to - gasping out when he sucks your juices off his fingers, moaning while he cheeks hollow.
Heâs tasting you.
The sight has you faltering for a moment, cunt pulsing from aftershocks as you watch him, hearing his moan, when he hands you the gold wrapper. âFuck, you taste that good?â
âIt could be the weed,â you tease, breathless. He chuckles a bit, leaning forward, pressing a kiss on your lips, unsure of what you were okay with. But you meet his lips, and thatâs when Sukuna almost cums then and there, heâs never felt whatever the fuck that is. âMmm, your lips are so soft.â
âSurprise you?â He teases, but you nod a bit, a rough man with plush lips so soft theyâre pillowy is surprising. âTake what you want, brat.â
God heâs fine as fuck.
Youâre hiding your nerves when you tear open the packet, slipping it over his huge cock, did it get bigger, harder somehow!? Even the magnum barely stretches over him as you roll it down his shaft slowly, watching his sooty pink lashes flutter as you do. His lips kiss yours again, and you taste yourself on his lips, when his tongue slips into your mouth.
A mix of weed and your juices, along with something sweet - whatever flavor Sukuna is.
Itâs too intimate then, yeah youâve last fucked your boyfriend, but youâre not inexperienced either with hook ups or a friend with benefits. Youâre choosy, but youâve done this - but for whatever reason your heart races as he lets you take what you want, as his tongue ring clicks against your teeth, and you picture how good itâd feel everywhere, your tummy tightening.
The scent of the weed still smoking out in that ash tray mixes with his cologne, heady and dizzying, your glasses get so fogged you take them off, earning his chuckle as he pulls them off, sitting them on the table. âYou blind now?â
âLiterally⌠I can still see you though.â You whisper, it makes his heart race, seeing your eyes without them for the first time, he cups your face as you rub his latex covered tip on your soppy cunt.
âPretty fucking eyes, shit,â he curses then, seeing them grow lidded, as your tight little hole starts sucking him in.
âFuckâŚâ
You both whisper it at the same time, as you sink down on his cock, bit by bit, and he canât help his moan, loud as his hands move to grip your skirt, yanking it up and using it to pull you down. Your gasp fills his ears with the squelching of your greedy, slutty little cunt sinking more and more on him, and he canât help but think if he was raw heâd already have busted.
That would be so fucking embarassing, he is Ryomen Sukuna!
He thanks god for the layer, but it still feels far too good, your cunt so tight, gripping him as you move your hips, rolling them in a way no woman should know how to do. Heâs pausing you when you do it again, glaring. âYou know how to ride cock that fucking good?â
âShow me what you got, Sukuna,â you whisper, acting like his cock wasnât burning with that stretch, like you werenât on the edge. He glares now, picking your hips up with those huge fucking hands, slamming you until heâs against your cervix now, watching with a mean grin as you scream out. âOh my g-god!â
âRide it now, huh pretty little slut?â He whispers, repeating it again, hands leaving marks on your ass as his fingers sink into the fat of it. âWhereâs all that talk?â
You glare, shoving his back against his soft leather couch, moving your hips again and eliciting that whimper, making you smile. âYou whimpering, Sukuna?â
âOh Iâll fuck your vocal chords up next time, swear to - mmmâŚâ heâs crying out again as your fingers grip his soft shirt, and you glide up and down his cock again. âFucking brat.â
âMmhmm, can you handle it?â Youâre gliding up and down his cock, watching him fall apart even with your blurry ass vision you see it, how handsome he is, feeling his strength as his hands wrap your waist, and he bites his lower lip, brows drawing together as you hit just that spot in your cervix. âMnh!â
Sukuna groans, kissing down your collar bone, your tits bounce as you work him, and heâs worried you were fucking right, how can he hold back his cum when your cunt is gripping him like that!? Heâs lifting you up, slamming you back down hard, you scream out, your nails pressing into his shoulders, and he does it again, again, harder inside you, until you fucking drool.
âThatâs it, canât talk shit stuffed full of this cock, huh?â You donât talk shit back, your eyes are rolled back as he fucks his hips up into you, holding you right up in the goddamn air damn near and using you like a little fuck toy. âThatâs it, gonna cum arenât you?â
You answer that when he slams hard and hits your cervix again, reaching down to find your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. âSukuna!â
God, you crying out his name fucks him up, when he rolls it, feeling how soaked you are, making a mess down his thighs and yours, dripping with how much wetness is pouring. âThatâs it, canât help yourself,â
Heâs pressing too perfectly, hitting that spot in you again when his tip drags along your slick walls, and youâre screaming out, the orgasm so hard itâs blinding, youâre trembling in his hold while he watches you, moaning at the sight. Your scream is ridiculous when he pulls back his thumb, sucking more of you off him before bottoming out inside you as much as he can.
âAh! SukunaâŚâ You cum so hard you have tears of overstimulation, two little ones falling, just making you hotter. Sukuna groans, fucking up into you again and again, wrapping his arms around you as he moves you, and your cries are caught by his lips. âMmm!â
âMmm,â heâs lost inside you then, your little body moved where he wants you, your lips parted in screams that he drinks. Sukunaâs close, so fucking close, slowing his thrusts then and looking at you, saliva hanging from between your joined lips when they fall apart. âFuck youâre pretty.â
âI a-am?â You whisper, confused and fucked out. Sukuna didnât seem the sweet words type of guy, he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he pulses inside you, making you whine out again.
âShut up,â he scowls, you blink and giggle breathlessly then, trying to roll your hips only for him to smack the fuck out of your ass. âNo more of that, Iâm about toâŚâ
âCum.â You whisper, rolling them and earning another smack, loud and stinging your skin, just making you more desperate. âCum for me, Sukuna.â
âBrat.â He huffs, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck, making you gasp out at the sharp tearing of your delicate skin, when you feel him fuck into you hard, his thick cock ruining your cunt, while heâs teeth hurt so bad youâre cumming from the fucking pain.
You shouldnât have talked shit.
Heâs way too big for it all, smacks of skin louder when he uses you, moves you, all you can do is gasp and cling to him, while heâs busting inside that condom finally, slowing as he moans right in your fucking ear. Youâre clinging to his back, nails pressing in, screaming out as he pulses so deep, rocking you on his cock himself now, tongue slipping up the curve of your neck as he busts.
Heâs never cum like that.
He canât see for a fucking second, biting back that whine as he nips at your ear, barbell flicking against it, and he feels your aftershocks milking him, picturing filling that cunt up so full then. The thought makes him leak more and more cum inside the barrier he wants to rip the fuck off, groaning out as he hears your little whimper, as he feels you trembling under his hands as the run across your skin.
He wants you all naked, spread for him, hands slipping over curves he only got to see bits of. Wants to see that pretty cunt spread wide for him, shit he felt it - how does it look? How would it look pouring out cum for him? Heâs kissing you again, rocking you on him, still hard inside your tight walls, which keep quivering around him, until he pulls back, looking at your fucked out face.
Holy fuck. - Itâs all you can think in your head, mouth opening and shutting, when he smirks up at you.
âThink I kept up with you huh?â
âShitâŚâ You just take a breath, smiling a bit then. âI took it easy on you.â
âWhat now?â He glares again as you giggle, easing off him, hissing at how sore you are. âActing like you can even walk after that?â
âI can walk f-fine.â Your thighs are aching, trembling when you stubbornly stand, blushing as you look at the cum spurted into his condom, so much of it too, it makes your throat go dry, wanting to swallow him up next time -
Next time - Would he want one?
You shouldnât care, but you feel it, the nagging need again that shouldnât exist, when you grab your glasses, putting them back on and bringing him even more clearly into your vision. He stands up then, walking over and throwing the condom out, wincing as he touches himself, so sensitive and still throbbing, while he watches you slip your panties back on.
âNo free weed huh?â You tease, he chuckles then, shaking his head - as if you didnât suck dick so good he wouldnât buy you a fucking rock if you wanted to do that every day.
âNo way,â he teases back, you brush back your messy hair, giggling a bit when he comes back, buttoning his pants. âWant me to fix your hair? Looks like shit.â
âYou are a dick!â He smirks again, but you nod, and he grabs a brush, a flat black one with a wide handle. âYou donât have to.â
âI fucked it up, might as well fix it,â his voice is husky then, he turns you around, slowly running it through the tangles heâd caused, and something feels way too easy, too perfect. Your head falls back a bit, eyes fluttering shut, heâs sweeter than you thought heâd be, thatâs all.
Right?
Heâs methodically running it through your hair slowly, until itâs much closer to where it was when you walked in, and for a moment you feel so vulnerable, sucking his dick and riding him was intimate, but this feels even moreso. Aftercare is not something youâre crazy familiar with, you were always one to dart out of wherever you were after sex.
But you donât really want to leave.
Youâll blame the weed and his huge cock, for your mind turning to mush, when he starts braiding your hair. âSukuna, what are you up to?â
âShut it, think itâll look good on you,â he huffs, running his fingers through your strands now. Heâd braided hair a ton during endless football events where the cheerleaders joined in, a lot of the football guys were actually pretty good at that and even curling hair.
Your hair is silky and gently falling through his fingers as they card through it, until he holds out a hand for a ponytail. You take one of the few off your wrist when he finishes his work, slipping it over your shoulder. You touch it gently, feeling far too many emotions hitting your throat then at the sweet gesture from an outwardly rough and brash man.
âDoes it look cute back there?â You tease, looking up at him, and he clears his throat then.
âIâd love to see how you look from the back,â his husky words are met with a tug on your braid, you bite back a gasp at how good it feels - when his doorbell rings, making him grimace. âYeah what?â
âSukuna, open up,â he hears Satoruâs pouty voice, making him sigh, and you step away now, hastily grabbing your back, looking at him. Your little braid is tempting him to no end, to yank it, to bend you over the couch, so much he can hardly fucking stand it.
Heâd always found you pretty, but itâs like he canât get his eyes off you after it, after kissing you.
The fuck is in this weed!?
âSukuna!â
âGod, hold on.â He sighs and walks over, opening the door while you grab your lighter, decorated with some nerdy anime guy you seem to be obsessed with. Heâs on the back of your car and on your bag, he noticed.
Sukuna looked better than any anime guy, surely.
Satoru and Suguru are at the door now, holding up baggies of weed, bright blue and green nugs that look way too pretty and fluffy, when their eyes catch sight of you behind them. âHeyy, itâs the hot nerd.â Satoru teases, earning your eye roll.
âOh whatever,â they laugh as they walk in, Suguru carrying a case of beer. It was the summer after college, but they used to all live in a huge frat house together, now theyâve all moved into this insanely fancy apartment together - you could fit your entire dorm in their living room - as they moved on to their Masterâs degree. You were an underclassmen, still a Senior in college.
You remember them all very well, but theyâre all pretty annoying. Honestly, Sukuna at least seems to be a little more mature than them, but not by much. Heâs taking a beer out of the case, as they plop themselves down, Suguru puts the rest of the twelve pack in Sukunaâs fridge, Satoru busts out the rolling tray and eyes you with insane blue eyes.
âWanna smoke, sweets?â He asks, and you shake your head with a little smile.
âI already have, and still have to drive back to the dorm,â they laugh again.
âShit those suck, though I hear thereâs a big party at the old frat house this weekend,â Satoru murmurs, handing Sukuna the blunt to finish rolling. When his stupidly long pink tongue laps at the seam of it, your tummy clenches, eyes unable to remove themselves. âYou coming, nerdy girl?â
âI donât know, not really my thing. And should you be calling me nerdy, when youâre wearing Lucemon on your shirt?â Satoru glares, and Suguru and Sukuna snort in laughter.
âYou know who that is? Damn, you just got even hotter.â He smirks and earns another eye roll, they chuckle but Sukunaâs jaw tenses.
He does not like someone flirting with you.
Holy fuck did your mouth work a number on him like that!?
âUh huh, I might go, I don't know. UmâŚâ You turn to Sukuna now, tilting you head back to look up at him. âThanks forâŚâ
What do you say - thanks for the dick?
Thanks for kissing you, braiding your hair, making you cum?
âUm⌠the smoke, I appreciate it,â you murmur, not wanting to just blurt everything out in front of his friends. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, biceps tensing and bunching, you see your crescent nail prints in his skin then.
It makes you ache to see the visible proof.
This was a dumb fucking idea. When you thought of fucking him, you figured itâd be great, itâd be fun, but you didnât anticipate whatever feeling this was, the one where you didnât even wanna leave. This wasnât how you were - you can chalk it up to the breakup, chalk it up to the weed, to the huge - at least ten inch - cock that has currently fucked you stupidâŚ
Yeah, chalk it up to that.
âThanks for,â Sukuna trails off now too, seeing the evidence of his teeth against your lower lip, swollen from brutal kisses. His cock is back on hard when he also notices how your sweater is hanging off a shoulder, and there are marks along your pretty collar bone from his suction, damn near making him feral as he thinks of it. âComing over.â
âYes, of course um⌠bye you all.â They wave as you rush out, leaning against the door and exhaling now, trying to collect your breath as you hear them murmur.
âDo you like her or something?â Suguruâs voice is muffled, but you hear it, and you canât help but act like some spy, listening when you shouldnât for the answer.
Did SukunaâŚ
âSheâs cool, we hang out I guess.â Is his gruff answer, and you hear the echo of laughter. âDrop it, so whatâs up with this party?â
You sigh, stepping away, sitting in your car for a moment too long, looking up at the window of Sukunaâs apartment for a moment, wondering if you made it all fucking weird now. You wouldnât say you two were âfriendsâ but you were cool with each other, and now you were listening if he liked you - as if youâre silently listening on the phone with a friend in middle school or something.
You shake it off and head home, ignoring the gnawing feeling, shifting in your seat at how sore you are, you really talked more shit than you should have, you need a good hot bath after taking him.
Sukuna shuts the blinds, having looked at you as you walked, just to make sure you were good. âYou hit it, huh?â
âShut up, Suguru.â Theyâre snorting as the smoke fills the room.
The three of them usually share all the details of their encounters, but he sure the fuck wasnât sharing anything about you - how you are probably the best thing heâs ever felt wrapped around him. How you sucked him stupid - got him whimpering!? - yeah, no fucking way he admitted that to anyone.
*****
Itâs been a week since you last talked to Sukuna, and during that week youâre absolutely mortified by the amount of times you thought about texting or messaging him on his IG. Much, much worse, after you looked at some of his gym posts before bed, you woke up the next morning cumming thinking about your fucking plug and his huge cock inside you, fuck it was embarassing.
You wanna message him now even, but he hasnât written you, and you donât wanna be the girl who mentions - letâs hook up - then gets clingy. Thatâs just not you, and itâs not fair, youâd brought it up and it wasnât like he asked to hook up with you. When your friends bring up going to a DnD match tonight - instead of going to that frat party, nine times out of ten youâd go for the DnD.
You donât dig parties, and the DnD group has primo weed too.
Sukuna supplied for all of them after all.
But you instead find yourself dying to go to the party tonight - you may even find yourself buying a whole outfit. Like some goofy, corny ass 90âs movie where the nerdy girl gets hot with a dress, except you sure the fuck werenât taking your glasses off for that moment, since youâre damn near blind without them.
When Sukuna took off your glasses though?
God.
Snap out of it?!
You may or may not have freaked the fuck out when he hearted your instagram story before the party, biting your lip and giggling way too fucking much. You donât even take pictures for shit, but you were feeling cute, and that just cinches it in your mind - you want to see him again and not for some weed. You justâŚ
Want to see him.
Plug Sukuna - Hey brat, you coming to the party or doing nerd shit?
You roll your eyes a bit, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy at how excited you are to have him messaging you.
You - Do I look like Iâm going to DnD?
Sukuna flushes, looking at your insta story for the twentieth time, surrounded by girls wearing literally next to nothing, coming up to him as he sits on the couch alone - shit Sukuna never did at parties. He was the life of the party usually, beer pong champion, the one making sure everyone had the best smoke or really anything they asked for.
But all he can think of is seeing you again, and he wishes it was just your pussy and not that he misses your cute little laugh - how you snort just a bit - how you push those glasses up your nose. How excited you get as youâre trying to convince him to watch your cartoons - sorry, anime - and how you take a hit from that blunt, just a bit of your glittery gloss on the tip.
Heâs got one rolled up right now in the middle of a party with music blaring, mixing with the conversation and laughter of so many people, dying to share the blunt with you, to talk to you - he wanted to hit you up so many times, but he sure didnât wanna be the dude who got pussy whipped in one encounter. You mentioned casual, one time maybe more- but the two of you hadnât spoken since.
Sukuna was used to women blowing up his phone, begging for it again, even now he has women coming to sit on his lap, which usually is par for the course, but he just doesnât find much excitement in it. He happens to have one on his right thigh right now, when he watches you walk into the room - and Instagram didnât even do you justice.
You look so fucking cute, sexy little pleated skirt and a black top that shows that his marks on your pretty breasts faded - theyâre just begging for more on them. He swallows nervously, god why is he nervous, it irritates him!? But he is, as your eyes meet his, and of course dart to the girl on his lap, you give him a little wave and smile, and he curses as you turn away and talk to someone then.
Sukuna unceremoniously shoves the girl off his lap, he canât say he feels bad about it either, as he heads straight toward you, hearing one of the underclassmen gushing and simping over you. Youâre just staring with a brow raised, unimpressed at the fumbling man, when he walks over smoothly with a blunt, holding it out.
âWanna smoke, brat?â You look at him now, heâs unfairly hot and shirtless basically, unless you wanna call that black silk open kimono a top. You can see those nipple piercings, a fucking belly button ring leading to a light happy trail that makes your brain short circuit.
You hadnât seen him shirtless, even sucking him.
âWe were talking - oh, itâs Sukuna, shit! SorryâŚâ the boy learns fast, backing up and stuttering when Sukuna glares at him. âCatch you later?â
âSure,â you sigh, taking the blunt from Sukunaâs fingers now, yours brushing against his softly. âI gotta pay for this?â
âNah,â fuck he was a dick huh? He always is, but for a moment he feels bad, even though youâre teasing with a little smile, holding the blunt up for a light. Sukuna immediately busts his out, bright orange flame igniting the tip, watching the cherry brighten as you puff on it. âItâs blueberry.â
You inhale it like a fucking pro, when donât you? Heavy, thick smoke falling out of your mouth then getting sucked back into your mouth. You look so good doing it, handing it to him without even a cough, just exhaling it back out, a smile on those pretty lips of yours. He pauses, unsure of even what to say, as he puts it to his lips, and your eyes drift lower.
Your thoughts are filthy as his, his tattoos curve with his body in a way thatâs just slutty actually, black thick lines that arenât fair honestly. Your body remembers him far too well, when he snatches up two drinks as you two walk over to a quieter part of the party, past a sea of bodies that eye the two of you. You take it gratefully, then wince as the liquor hits your tongue.
âLightweight.â Sukuna teases, earning a playful shove from you, but your hand pauses on bare skin, watching his rippling, cut abdomen tense as you do.
Fuck.
Your pussy is pulsing from touching his skin, ugh itâs annoying. You know he hasnât asked you to come over, so you shouldnât be thinking this badly about him, but how can you not? The memories flit through your mind, his big hands that now hold a blunt and a red solo cup, and how they touched you.
âYou lookâŚâ He pauses, wanting to say dumb fucking words.
Beautiful.
You do look beautiful.
Your eyes lock up with his, and heâs just sputtering like a fucking idiot, as if heâs never talked to a woman, he notices the shimmery shadow youâve brushed across your lid as he looks down at you, so small compared to him. Sukuna towered over everyone, he was used to it, but something about it makes him want to pick you up, carry you somewhere and devour you.
Watch his cock in your tummy bulge.
âI look what?â Your whisper breaks his racing brain, he sips his drink and sighs now, clearing his throat and putting on a smirk.
âHot.â
You blink a bit at that. âHot?â
âYeah, hot.â He curses himself internally.
âThanks,â you trail off, it was nice you guess, but you supposed Sukuna said that to every girl, including the ones on his lap as you walked in. And you really hate that it made you sick to see it, off one time fucking him. âYou look good too.â
âI always do.â You roll your eyes and laugh a bit, the sound making him ache, when his nameâs being chanted by the pong table.
âYouâre being summoned, Sukuna.â You tease, inhaling his blunt and stepping closer, so close he inhales your scent, driving him fucking insane.
It takes so much to save face and not drop to his knees and beg you to just allow him to lick your entire body. And he would, fuck, if you let him.
What is wrong with him.
It didnât help heâd jerked it to you this morning, and every morning, since youâre clearly some succubus hitting all his dreams and making him wake up leaking pre.
âYou good?â You ask softly, he clears his throat then, glaring at the men waving him over.
âYeah, catch you after I wipe the floor with them?â He teases, and you nod, just a bit disappointed, but it wasnât like you were close to Sukuna suddenly.
You were justâŚ
A buyer, and he was your plug. A plug you had literally propositioned, seduced. Him being friendly was sweeter than he even needed to be. You put a hand on his shoulder then, feeling the weed hitting - mixing with the drink in your system, but when you touch him again itâs something else.
âOf course, Iâll be here for probably an hour or so, I donât know too many people here.â
âTch wonât be three minutes theyâll all be shitfaced and losers.â You laugh at that, but itâs forced, a little awkward.
The party goes on, and every time Sukuna wants to find you, youâre hidden, when he does see you, someoneâs in his fucking way. Like everything and anything is blocking his way - why does he know everyone? Right now he doesnât wanna fucking catch up, or talk, he just wants to talk to you.
Heâs standing with Suguru and Satoru, as the three of them are sipping on drinks, and he sees you again finally, emerging from one of the bathrooms, but before he can think, there are three dudes talking to you. His jaw clenches at the sight of it, and he canât keep excusing it to good sex, or wanting to hit again, it just doesnât feel the same.
Sukuna canât stand seeing you getting hit on, heâs glaring right at those men, sure heâs only fucked you once - but thatâs enough to make him lose his shit. Suguru and Satoru are trying to get his attention, waving the blunt at him as he scowls over at the pretentious assholes talking to you. Your eyes catch his, youâre clearly unused to the attention it seems, a blush on your cheeks.
Or you like those losers.
Sukuna has been dying to fuck you again, but not just that - been dying to talk to you again, smoke you out, he didnât say all he wanted to that day. Was it just a one time thing for you? He didnât even get to drink your pretty pussy, didnât get to hit it from the back, fuck he has so many positions he wants to do with you, he wants to-
âEarth to Sukuna.â Satoru says, and he clears his throat, taking a hit of the blunt and letting it fill his lungs.
âYeah?â He grumbles, and their gazes go in your direction.
âYou really like the cute little nerd, huh?â Satoru teases, earning Sukunaâs glare.
âShit, youâre down bad bro.â Suguru chuckles, taking the blunt from Sukunaâs fingers then.
âShut the fuck up. Just⌠we hooked up andâŚâ He trails off again, and his friends chuckle, nudging each other.
âSo you did, called it. And how was that, is the nerd freaky?â Satoru asks, sipping his solo red cup, and Sukuna scowls right at his best friends.
âNone of your fucking business.â
âOh shit, real bad,â Suguru says then, coughing as he takes his hit.
âLearn to take a real hit, and shut up. Not telling either of you shit.â
âWe share everything, that meansâŚâ Satoru takes the blunt between his lips now, inhaling and smirking as Sukuna finds one of the men practically dragging your awkward ass to the dance floor.
You are awkward, hot and pretty as you are, you canât dance for shit, at some point making a really awkward move Sukuna can only describe as shaking dice in your hands. âIs she⌠doingâŚâ
Suguru trails off, as Sukuna laughs a bit at you. âSome interesting dance move she learned in DND maybe.â Sukuna murmurs, and heâs almost okay with it, you seem to have no interest, until the guy drags you by your hips against him.
Thatâs it.
âShit⌠we strapping up for a fight?â Suguru asks, and Satoru grins, batshit psycho as always.
âIâm down to fight.â
âI donât need your help,â he scoffs and stomps right over to you, where youâre being grinded on against, snatching the dudeâs wrist up quickly. âSheâs not enjoying herself.â
âWhat bro?â Heâs clearly wasted, when Sukunaâs grip tightens he winces. âShit, is it your girl or something?â
âGo sober up and dance with yourself.â He shoves at him now, and you blink in confusion. You hadnât known how to dance really, you figured you would try, him grabbing you was creepy, but you figured youâd get him off you in a moment, when a giant, tall ass Sukuna had practically tossed the kid off.
You canât help but feel it more, that tightening in your tummy, when his angry red eyes flit down to you. âSukunaâŚâ
âYou werenât enjoying that, were you?â He demands, speaking through his teeth damn near.
âUm⌠huh?â Are you just really high?
Is Sukuna⌠jealous?
âCâmon,â he tugs at your wrist now, and you follow him, so confused, yet fucking thrilled by his big hand on your wrist, in a way that concerns feminism you want him to literally throw you over his shoulder. âShort ass legs canât keep up.â
âWeâre not all giants over six four!?â You huff as he keeps tugging, and you yank back weakly, who wouldnât be weak in that hold? âWhatâs up with you? Youâre acting super fucking weird.â
âAm I?â He laughs, yanking you in his old room - no one has occupied it yet it seems, it was for the head of the frat and they probably havenât appointed one yet.
âSukuna, youâre acting⌠jealous?â You whisper, he scowls down at you, locking the door to one of the rooms then, arm on the other side of you as he is pressing you against the door, making you gasp.
âYou didnât like them, those guys, did you?â He whispers angrily, you blink a bit, biting your lower lip, he tugs it out from under your teeth. âDid you?â
âWould you be mad if I did? Arenât me and you just⌠hooking up?â You murmur, earning a deeper glare, as your heart races.
âOnce. We hooked up once, brat.â
âOnce. You didnât want more, right?â
âYou didnât want more.â
âSays who!?â
âYou never messaged me⌠youâŚâ He trails off, cursing now, and the two of you just stare at each other, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, as Sukunaâs hands tighten on your face now, cupping it tightly. âDid you just want it once?â
âWhat do you think?â You answer back, hand slipping over his bare chest now, and then he slams his lips on yours, tongue ring clicking against the roof of your mouth when it dives inside, huge hands cupping your face even tighter. You whine into his lips, body aching. âSo do you want more than once?â
âThe fuck do you think?â He takes your hand, putting it right on his cock, throbbing and hard, you brush your hand against it, earning his moan.
âThen say you want it again.â Youâre taunting him, nerdy fucking brat, he scowls as he tilts your chin up.
âYou talk a lot of shit. Think itâs time to get all your attention focused on me now, huh?â
âHow you gonna do that - ah!â Sukunaâs on his fucking knees in front of you, making you tremble, breaths coming so fast you cant function, when he lifts up your skirt, looking up at you with dilated eyes almost black, fingering the fishnet stockings youâre wearing - they have no right looking that good on your thighs. âSukuna?â
âHold your fucking skirt up, brat. Now.â You blink again, lost at the giant man slipping your panties down your thighs, moaning when your pussy is in his face. âFuck, knew it would be pretty but⌠fuck you for it being that pretty.â
âFuck me for it!? Whatâre you even doing down there!â Youâre yanking at his hair, and he chuckles now, lapping his tongue along your inner thigh, watching as your pussy drools out.
âWhat do you think Iâm doing? Gonna lick every thought of anyone from your pretty fucking head,â he whispers, kissing your inner thigh again, you gasp. âHavenât you been eaten out?â
âI have, just⌠you⌠you do that?â He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks under those pink lashes at you.
âOf course I do, ya didnât give me a chance last time, jumping my dick like a slutty little brat.â
âYou- oh!â Youâre gonna talk shit, but when Ryomen Sukuna licks up your slit then, tongue ring flicking on your clit, you lose any words. âMnh!â
You almost say you love him from one fucking lick, one wicked stripe of his wet, hot tongue between your lips.
âNothing smart to say, brat?â He whispers, breath hot against your cunt while he holds your folds open with his thick fingers. You canât respond, you arch your hips now, resting your shoulders back against the door, silently pleading for more. Sukuna moans softly, flicking his tongue again. âHow about you be nice, say please?â
âPlease,â you let out breathlessly, and Sukuna buries his fucking face against your cunt then, drowning himself in your sweet taste, your heat, while he listens to your moans mixing with the blaring music of the party, just an echo, his heart racing in his ears as your cunt gushes down him, messy as fuck. âSâkuna mnh!â
You canât even say his name he muses, palming his erection over his pants, he can hardly stand it, heâd tasted you before off his fingers but this was more intense, the sweetness pouring as he tries to catch it. He looks up at you, your head falling forward, feels you trembling, while you crumple that skirt in one hand, the other balancing on his shoulder.
Sukunaâs tongue slots itself into your eager hole, already pulsing around the wet muscle, curling up wickedly and hitting your spot with that fucking barbell, you scream out hoarsely, head slamming the door as he does. He has you cumming with two more flicks, as his nose bumps right against your engorged, twitchy little clit, your whines and grinding hips urging him on, drawing that orgasm out.
Youâre shivering, hips bucking up to fuck his face, wanton and fucking insane how you work them, greedy, pulling at his hair now. âSukuna!â
âMmh, youâre so easy fâme, huh?â you want to talk shit, but his tongue flicks and swirls your clit, as your thigh brushes the soft silk of his kimono, and you canât take it, how fucking good it feels. âSay it, and Iâll let you cum again.â
âEasy⌠ah!â Heâs moaning now, sucking your clit into his hot mouth, vibrating it with his own moans, your skirt falls so he shoves it back up, but your hands have entangled in his pink hair, while heâs devouring all the juices pouring from your slutty little hole, all over his handsome face. âSâKunaâŚâ
âCanât even say my name, huh?â He murmurs, pulling back, his face coated in you, the sight should be embarrassing, but instead itâs so sexy you whine out, he smirks - having you whimper this time, when he stands, you wobble. âCanât stand up brat?â
âFuck⌠shut upâŚâ heâs taunting you, but heâs right, he has to wrap an arm around your hips, bending low and running his two fingers up your sensitive slit, watching as your eyes roll back, feeling you tremble in his hold. âKunaâŚâ
âNot my name, tch.â Youâre delirious when heâs pumped his fingers deep, curling in your quivering walls. âTake them off. Now, get on the bed.â
You are not one to take orders, you scowl at first, but when heâs slid two of his fingers in your mouth, and has a thigh between yours, youâre grinding on it, desperate, soaking his pants now. Heâs kissing you again, before pulling back, turning you around and unzipping the back of your skirt.
âDo I have to undress you, brat? Whereâs all the shit talking? Keeping up with your freak, hmm?â Heâs taunting you even as his hands shake, when your skirt slips down, and your head falls back, whining out. âYou donât talk shit when you cum, is that when your pretty mouth shuts?â
âShut my mouth, Sukuna.â He groans, kissing down across the side of your neck, tugging your top down, then up over your head, turning you as the skirt pools around your heels. He is stunned when he sees your body, swallowing nervously, tracing the swell of your breasts, the nip of your waist, the jut of your hips in wonder.
Youâre nervous, him seeing you fully, but his eyes are bright rubies when they hungrily make their way up your face. Your hands slip to his body, slipping off the black kimono, revealing his body fully, so sculpted itâs ridiculous, you lean forward, kissing along a tattoo on his chest, over a thick pectoral muscle, and he huffs, hand entangling in your hair.
âYouâre fuckingâŚâ he doesnât know how to say it, fuck.
Heâs never said that.
âHot?â You tease, kissing lower, unbuckling his belt as you do. âYouâre gorgeous, fuckâŚâ
âMe? Tch.â You nod, and he sighs now, swallowing a bit, tilting your chin up and making you pull away from kissing across his tattoos. âYouâre beautiful, brat, okay?â
âI am?â You blink a bit, and he sighs, nodding, jaw tensing so hard thereâs a vein popping out. âOh Sukuna⌠thank youâŚâ
âShut up.â You blink in confusion at him, but heâs already picked you up, your arms wrap his strong neck, as his huge hands hold you. âDonât fucking dance with anyone.â
âLike⌠tonight?â You ask curiously, he snorts, shaking his head and carrying you over to a huge bed, one he used to sleep in, sitting you on it and brushing your hair back.
âLike not at all.â Your blush decorates your cheeks, as you bite your lower lip.
âDo you like me, Sukuna?â Your question makes him laugh, a huge tattooed hand cupping the side of your face and leaning down.
âDo I like you?â You nod then, suddenly shy for running it like you do, and he sighs, brushing your hair back as you tug at his pants, going to stroke his cock and eliciting that soft whimper of his that wrecks you. âYes, I like you⌠alot. Okay!?â
âYou sound so mad about it.â You tease, stroking him slowly, over those veins that wrap his pretty, heavy cock, and he sighs, snatching your hand now.
âAnd you, brat, huh? Do you like me, baby?â He whispers, flipping you around, your ass arching up and out, two fingers slipping back inside your hole, stretching you out, making your head fall back as you arch for more.
âY-yes, I do, ngh!â He pauses then, cock slapping your ass so fucking heavy, precum drizzling across your ass cheeks, dancing messy on your skin.
âShit, you like me?â His surprised words hit even your horny ass, high ass brain, you look back, getting up on your knees, reaching a hand back around to him now, he leans forward, sighing, cupping you under your chin.
âYes, I really do. I thought⌠maybe you didnât?â He shakes his head, heâs not sure the word âlikeâ covers what he feels, but for now itâll suffice. âAs more than a friend?â
âI donât do that to friends,â he murmurs, kissing you again, fingers running along your slit. âDonât bury my face in my friends.â
âThen⌠more than that?â He nods a bit, and you melt, pressing back against him as he wraps his strong arms around you. âIâd like that too - Iâd also like your cock in me.â
âCock hungry brat, canât have a fucking moment, huh?â You giggle, and the sound wrecks him, heâs kissing you again, tip sliding on your folds. âWanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside you.â
âSo do itâŚâ Your answer to his insane statements is to get in the perfect arch for him, he moans as you do.
âFuck, you sure?â You nod, hands clinging to the blankets while you soak his tip, gushing down in a soppy, squelching mess to the bed. âIâm not going easy on you this time, slutty cunt can take it huh?â
âI wonât go easy either, gonna have you whimper - ah!â Sukunaâs slid inside your cunt in a deep stroke, and without the condom you feel every fucking bit of his cock, from that fat, musroomed tip, to every vein in your slick, gummy walls. âSukuna!â
âFuck, loosen up,â he huffs, smacking on your ass cheek, you gasp as he groans, trying not to cum while you grip him so tight. âNow, brat.â
âI c-canât, shit⌠ah!â Youâre shaking as he slips out, then back inside, feeling so fucking delicious in your cunt you moan, glasses falling right off your face as he fucks into you harder now, slamming and bullying his thick cock deep inside you, so full you feel like youâre splitting apart, still wearing those heels and thigh highs, the sight of them right under your ass taking him the fuck out.
âFuck, feel you, gonna remember my shape, arenât you?â He huffs, as he fucks inside you, leaning over you now, hand on the mattress, gripping the blankets right next to you, veins raising from the back of his tattooed hands while his leaky tip drools on your cervix. You gasp out, whining when he stuffs you, his other hand cupping under your chin. âAsked you a question.â
âConceited,â you huff, only earning him slamming inside your cunt, youâre blinded when he does, gasping out, ass arching for more of his brutal thrusts while he gives you the most wicked backshots, the sounds of skin slapping echoing and filling your ears, the party long since faded. âF-fuck, ah!â
âLike me, huh? She doesnât like me, she loves me, doesnât she?â Heâs whispering in your ear, you weakly nod, youâre not typically submissive, but for him you want to be, when he rolls his hips up just so and hits your spot, you scream out at it. âSay it.â
âNo⌠mnh!â He flips you then, right before youâre about to cum, making you whine, picking your thigh up and pulling it high, your heel and stockings ripped off, one by one, until your legs are bare, and the heel of your foot is against his chest. Like this, him hovering over you, cock prodding your soppy entrance, itâs way too intimate.
Like wasnât a good enough term.
Fucked up over him was better.
âWanna watch me fuck your guts up, huh? Bet you havenât had that have you, cock ruin your fucking insides?â Heâs possessive, feral as he looks down, youâve put your glasses on all askew, he tenderly fixes them before tilting your chin down to watch your cunt make his cock disappear. âGodâŚâ
He canât take it, how sexy it is to see the bulge slowly form as he shoves his thick ten inches as much as he can, between your puffy lips, while you watch him, lips parted, glasses slipping back down your nose again, covered with a sheen of sweat. âOhâŚâ
Youâre watching it, the bulge, ridiculous as he fucks into you so slow, leaning over you and making your leg press up higher, a hand on the back of your thigh, he eyes your face again, as he slips in deeper, till heâs stuffed you far too full. Youâre struggling to take him at this angle, deeper, slower strokes, fucking you up with every single one, your eyes going crossed then.
âWanna see your pretty eyes,â he murmurs, taking them off, setting them aside and leaning low over you now. âCan you see me, blind little brat?â
âY-yes. Yes.â He kisses you again, while heâs bending you in half, fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, your stomach, fuck your throat, all of it, heâs ruining your cunt until she will just know his shape and you canât say you mind, not when he slams hard, and you feel your body tense. âKuna, pleaseâŚâ
âWhat, brat, need to cum?â He whispers, saliva breaking apart in a thin, gossamer string as the filthy sounds of his cock wrecking your squelching cunt fill the room. âSay please, huh?â
âPlease, mnh! Kuna, please,â Sukuna reaches down, like he already knows your body after two fuck sessions, finding your twitchy little clit and leaning up, rubbing little circles and angling his hips just so, your orgasm hits you so hard, already sensitive from his tongue, his mouth, those fingers.
âThatâs it, cum all on me, make a fuckinâ mess,â he murmurs, but in his head heâs already mad with one thought.
His.
You werenât dancing or talking or smoking with another dude, ever the fuck again - he knows enough people, he can make sure of it too, watching your eyes roll back, that mouth in a slutty O as your cunt starts milking him then. He sucks in a breath, now laying his heavy weight on you, mean strokes hitting so hard and deep the smacks keep echoing as youâre so fucking full.
âSlutty hole wants all my cum, huh? Should I fill you the fuck up, have you drip me the rest of this fucking party?â Sukunaâs eyes are so dark with his blown out pupils, all you can see is black with red rings around them, as he grips your hip bruising. âCanât even talk? That pathetic huh? Thought I had to match your freak, brat.â
âMnhâŚâ You wanna talk back but heâs fucking you from one orgasm into another, and all you can manage is a - âcum in meâ - which pushes him over the edge.
âYeah, can you take all this cum, baby?â
Baby.
Itâs echoing - Sukuna, your plug, the most popular dude there is, is sweet talking you and rolling his hips. One moment itâs âfucking slutty cunt, feel herâ the next itâs - âso pretty, look at youâ. The mix of filthy, nasty words and sweet whispers, and brutal strokes that ruin your cunt and tender caresses is too much, heâs too much, you canât formulate words, a girl who's never at a loss for them.
âI c-can take it,â you whisper finally, eyes locking, and then he moans, lifting your thighs up high, shoving them until theyâre flushed with your breasts, smushed as his weight presses on your thighs, and he starts fucking his veiny, slick cock harder and harder.
âYeah? Beg for it, huh?â you bite your lip, glaring. âBeg for me to fill this perfect little cunt, be the only one to.â
âP-possessive⌠psychoâŚâ heâs chuckling, like heâs really fucking lost it, slamming in one more time. âBeg m-me, huh?â
âFuck,â heâs done with your ass, youâre literally so annoying, but he also is fucking loving it, your attitude even as he has you bent and folded in half. âTiny little cunt, bet she canât.â
âI can, f-fuck⌠just⌠cum in me- stop talking and - ah!â Heâs done when you demand it like that, when your nails press into his biceps, his head falls back as he feels his release, so much cum, despite jerking it all week itâs been building up, waiting for you. âSukuna!â
âGod, feel her, milking every bit, greedy, slutty,â he murmurs, kissing you over and over, barbell massaging your tongue, his huge hands slipping your thighs down as his ropes of white cum paint your walls. âFuckâŚâ
âMnhâŚâ Youâre weak, head falling to the side for his kisses, thighs shaking violently when he moves again. âSukuna!â
âMmm, never wanna fucking leave your pussy, god.â He keeps kissing and slowly pumping, your nails tear into his back, and he loves it, groaning, hoping you leave your marks as he sucks on the base of your neck, lapping up sweat off your skin.
âYou cum so much, holyâŚâ He pulls back, grinning as he leans up, kissing your lips sweetly for just a moment, then glaring.
âYouâre my girlfriend now, got it?â
You giggle, breathless, brushing a lock of his pink hair back. âAm I now? Not even gonna ask me?â
His brows lower, ruby eyes narrowing. âNope. I do have a questionâŚâ
âHmm?â
âWanna smoke?â You grin, nodding, and Sukuna dips, for a moment you panic, but heâs soon back with water bottles and his bag of weed, while youâre in the bathroom cleaning up. He comes behind you in the mirror, wrapping an arm under your breasts and groaning. âGod, look at you.â
You turn, leaning up as he leans down, kissing you again, soon the two of you are lounging in the bed, half dressed and laughing, as he inhales the blunt and turns to his side, studying you seriously for a moment, everything feels so comfy and perfect with him, heady. âWhat is it?â
âJust⌠youâre really pretty covered in me.â He murmurs, you flush, eyeing the marks on your thighs, your breasts, taking the blunt from his fingers and inhaling it into your mouth, gesturing for him.
He leans forward, and you blow the smoke into his mouth, he lets it fill his lungs and moans, big hands gripping the narrow of your waist, thumbs brushing under the swells of your breasts. He sucks in the smoke now, exhaling, when he takes the blunt again, sighing, brushing your hair back with his free hand.
âYouâre still not getting free weed, you know.â
You scoff, glaring as he grins wide. âYou are a jerk!â
âJust saying, you gotta pay. Maybe a small discount.â
âA discount!? You just came inside me.â He laughs now, husky with his smirk, laying back on his arm, bent under his head, inhaling again.
âHmm, yeah I did, didnât I? Okay, a good discount.â
âPsh!â You shove at his big body, when he pins you down, sighing and slipping up your skirt.
âTch, fucked her up, huh?â He leans down, pressing bites, sharp along your thighs, you gasp out, feeling dizzy and weak, cunt throbbing from him still. âSheâs wasting all that cum.â
âWasting, what- oh fuck.â Heâs got two fingers shoving his sticky cum back in your abused hole, inhaling the blunt and blowing the smoke right on your clit then, youâre arching your back, hips bucking up. âWhat the⌠mnhâŚâ
He sucks his fingers, handing you the blunt, youâre blushing as he makes his way back between your thighs. You inhale the blunt now, letting it hit deep as Ryomen Sukunaâs tongue ring collects the milky white cum oozing from your cunt now.
âHmm,â you earn a glare when you decide to put your glasses on his face. âYou look hot, imagine - Nerd Kuna. Ow!â
Sukuna bites your clit, the glasses looking far too sexy on him, and watches you giggle, making his heart race. âOnly nerd here is you.â
âMnh, SukunaâŚâ Heâs lapping at you more and more, the clicking and squishing of your cunt as he cleans up the mess heâs made, all while your glasses on his face are fogging up.
He puts out your blunt, back inside you, spitting his cum and yours in your mouth, tongues swapping it so messy together, big hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you with him to cum over and over, and you realize that night, in your fifth or so round - You think you might just be in love with your plug.
I had wayyy too much fun, hope you all enjoyed ittt hehe
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i want to eat this art. i love him
BG3. Wyll.
I love him so much. On a fannish level, I think he's my favorite.
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