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Silent Love: Ch. 7 - "A Lovely Night."

⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Seven

Previous Chapter: "Forgiveness?"

Chapter One: New Roommate(s)

Master-List: Here!

.・゜゜・｡･ﾟﾟ･ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:

College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.

Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 34,014

THIS IS PART TWO

HERE'S PART ONE!

You wince, the flash light of the phone blinding you for a second, before looking to the side. “Oh my god, you’re going to get us caught!” You whisper shout, panic evident on your face. “This is totally how people get murdered in movies.”

“Sure.”

You narrow your eyes at Sukuna, eyes trained on the camera. “I can’t believe you’re into this kinda’ things. You’re so gross.”

“Don’t lie to me. You know you love this shit, too.” Sukuna groans when you run your tongue over the head of his cock, his eyes flutter. “Fuck, just like that baby, just fuckin’ like that.”

Sukuna lowers his free hand to cup your chin, running his thumb softly over your pouty bottom lip. “Open.” He hums, sliding his thumb into your soft and warm mouth. He can feel your tongue slide around his digit, softly sucking on it. Sukuna softly groans, before he presses down, forcing your mouth open.

He slowly laughs, “Ahh.” He cooed at you, watching as you stick out his tongue and mimic his noises. Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, everything about you is perfect. Even your subtle red lip gloss smeared on his thumb.

You look into the camera, your pupils shrinking from the light as you lean down to place the head of his cock on your tongue. The gloss of your lipgloss transferring to his skin, you place a kiss on it, smiling at him. You bat your eyelashes at him, “Am I doing good?”

Sukuna cups your cheek, running his thumb over your skin. “Doin’ such a good job, baby, keep sukin’ pretty girl.” He slowly trails his hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer.

His words have your mind malfunctioning, they make you change. The logical and self respecting slipping into something more giving, and wanting. You just want to make him feel good. You want to hear him say more, you want to hear him… groan in pleasure. You;re horny over the thought of seeing Sukuna crumble in pleasure you’re giving him.

You thickly swallow, nodding your head meekly. Tilting your head to the side and kissing the underside of his head, your tongue sliding down to the base of his cock. Practically making out with his dick before grabbing it with your hands.

You wrap your fingers around the head, moving it up and down his girth. You can’t help but notice that the tips of your fingers don’t even touch from how thick he is, your nails are the only thing that connect your hands together. You look up to see your moving up and down the head of his cock. Sukuna notices, and smiles to himself, his much larger hand wrapping around yours, moving it up and down his sensitive head. “Fuck yes, love this shit. Juust like that.”

Sukuna doesn’t know why, but seeing you jerk him off through his camera with the fresh set of nails he bought you, along with glinting jewelry adorning your body, has his chest swelling with pride. It’s almost like you’re wearing something that shows you’re his. Solely his. Fuck, you’re his.

“C’mon baby, take it in your mouth.” He whispers, catching the way your sparkly eye moves up and looks at him with a puppy-like expression. “You can do it, right? You can do that for me?” His expression isn’t like anything you’ve seen before, red and… desperate. “Right? Please, please do that for me.”

You feel your cunt throb, your underwear sticking to your pussy. You nod, almost drunk on his words. “Mhm, I’ll do that, I want to do that… for you.” You wonder if this is how being on drugs feels like, intoxicating and longing.

You close your eyes and wrap your lips around the head, slowly pushing yourself forward and taking him deeper into your mouth. He’s so thick, long, and throbbing in your mouth. Is it even possible to take him all the way?

You feel embarrassed struggling to take him in your mouth, you’ve been wanting to do this for so long, and now you can’t even do it correctly. What if Sukuna doesn’t like it?

You whimper, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear while swirling your tongue around his girth. You hear Sukuna groan above you, softly whispering, “Yeah, fuck, just like that.” His hand goes above your head, “Go deeper.” Your mouth is so warm, so hot, and inviting, as if it had been made to take his dick inside of it.

You pull off with a soft ‘pop!’ accompanying your actions. You glance at the camera, before looking at Sukuna, “I can’t, s’it too big, ‘Kuna.” You mumble, resting both your hands on his thighs, softly playing with the fabric of his pants.

You can see him smiling at you, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He ends the video and places his phone down. “Here, you have to relax your throat for me.” He watches as you take him inside your mouth again, fluttering your eyes closed. “Mhm, there you go.”

You thickly swallow, gripping onto his thighs. You can feel him going deeper into you, a soft moan vibrating against his dick. Sukuna groans, tilting his head back ever so slightly, “Yeah, fu-fuck, just like that.” He shakily exhales, “Let me all the way inside you.”

You love what his words do to you, making you mush your thighs together to receive some much needed friction on your clit. Pleading for attention, but your mind is already occupied with trying to make Sukuna feel good, much rather than yourself. You try to keep your composure, not let your lashes flutter or your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re doing this for Sukuna, you want to make Sukuna feel good.

But, god, is it really hard to focus on that.

Especially when you’re thinking about how it would feel inside your cunt. Making you cry, and sob with pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and mind empty with nothing but his dick. Pleasure swirling your body, cum spilling out of your pussy before he would fuck it back into you. Body twitching when he made you cum, again, and again.

You wonder if he can make you squirt again, making your thighs shake as you claw at his sheet. Drunk on the feeling of his cock ramming inside you and hitting that perfect little spot deep in you. Stupid and needy just for him. Would Sukuna like that? Knowing that you need him more than you’ve ever needed anyone before?

You thickly swallow, swirling your tongue around the head. Closing your eyes, and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock. Sukuna softly groans, his dick twitching in your mouth. “Fuck yeah.” His hand moves to your hair, gathering it all together and holding it behind your head. “There you go, that should help you baby.”

Sukuna’s hips twitch forward with restraint every once and a while. He hates the pace you're going. A painful slow and tantalizing pace that makes him want to grab your head, and fuck your mouth like a toy. Fuck the slow shit, he likes the messy mind blinding pleasure. Where you don’t care about how you look, you don’t care for the mess you’re making, you’re just desperate to feel good.

But, he doesn’t. He wants to let you do your thing, let you get used to his massive size. It’s not going to be long until he finally uses his throat in a way he’s been dying to. That though alone has him groaning with pleasure. The idea of pushing your head up and down his cock, or holding your hair out of your face while he fucks your throat without any other goal, but to come deep inside of you.

“C’mon, you can go deeper.” Sukuna groans, “Wanna be inside your throat, was to feel you squeeze my dick.” He pushes his hips close to your mouth, adoring the way you slightly gag on him, “You can do that f’me, let me deep inside that cute little throat of yours.”

How could you say no to that? With the way he’s cooing gently at you, easing you slowly down his cock. His soft groans echo in your ears, because it feels so good. You want more, you want to hear more, you want more of Sukuna. You inhaled before closing your eyes, and pushing yourself closer to his abdomen. Stretching your mouth open to accommodate his size.

Why does his dick have to be so big? How is that fair for you? Especially knowing that this is your first time?

He grits his teeth, his grip on your hair tightening a small bit, “Fuck. You’re so good for me, taking me like this.” He could feel the back of your throat hit the head of his cock, and he tenses. Choking on a breath, as his hips jutting forward into your mouth. The worst part? You haven’t even taken all of him in your mouth. Fuck, it feels like he’s loosing his mind right now.

You close your eyes and push your head forward, feeling his dick fill your throat. A loud whine echoing through your room, your hands moving up and down what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Before you slowly move your head back, remove your mouth from his cock with a small ‘pop!’ Running your hand up and down his cock, rubbing the tip with the palm of your hand in circles. A deep groan leaving his lips. You sniff, taking a moment to try and catch your breath as you look at Sukuna.

You pass him a playful smile, definitely not suited for the situation as you lick the corner of your mouth, your pink tongue peaking out for a second. “Am I doing good?” Your voice is a bit hoarse, and it shocks you significantly more than it does Sukuna.

Sukuna laughs, nodding his head, “You know the answer to that.”

You clear your throat, pressing your lips together. You still have a bit of lip gloss left on your lips, “Even though it’s my first time?” Your hand is still moving up and down his dick, eyes trained on watching the obscene sight. It’s so nasty, and hot. You tilt your head to the side, pressing the flat of your tongue to the underside of his cock, taking a long lick up his dick.

Sukuna clenches his jaw, eyes fluttering as a soft moan leaves him. You couldn’t help, but giggle. “I don’t believe you.” Sukuna runs his fingers through your bangs, “Have you been lying to me?” His chest rises and falls with each deep breath that leaves him.

You rest your head on his thigh, eyes back on his cock. “‘Kuna, I’d never lie to you.” You open your lips again, sticking out your tongue and batting your eyelashes at Sukuna. Slowly pressing your tongue against him, taking him back into your mouth and moaning softly. The noise vibrates down his cock, making his thigh jump.

Sukuna’s nose wrinkles, “Shit, your tongue feels–feels amazing.” He sharply inhales, rolling his hips forward. Trying to get deeper in your mouth. You can’t help but let your eyes flutter, moaning with each stroke he takes into your mouth. Taking a good amount of him inside your mouth.

Your hands tighten around his thighs, eyebrows furrowing with discomfort. It feels good, but it’s a new foreign feeling, having something bully its way deep and deeper into your throat.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well Y/n.” He groans, cocking his head back, his throat on full display for you while his eyes flutter, rolling to the back of his head. “Fuh–fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop…” Sukuna rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. Cutting off your air.

Your eyes watered, pussy fluttering around nothing as you slowly moved back and forth. Feeling him inside in ways that should be disgusting, yet here you were enjoying it. You take a deep breath through your nose and hold it, relaxing your throat and pushing yourself forward. You can feel him slide all the way down your throat, the head bulging within you. Your sticky lips touch his abdomen, leaving a red mark of your lips on Sukuna’s skin.

Sukuna gasps, caught between pleasure and shock. “Sh-shit, are you…” His eyes roll into the back of his head when he feels your tongue squirm against his length, his hand moving to rest right behind your head and applying pressure. He doesn’t want you to move, he wants you here for a few more moments. His hips circling in your mouth.

Sukuna forces himself to look down, and he almost comes undone on the spot. Your glassy eyes looking at him with blown pupils, puppy-like and wanting to please. He can see an evident bulge in your throat, physically showing him how deep inside your throat he is. You try to swallow, which makes your throat constrict around him. A particular groan leaving him that made you clamp your legs together.

Your long lashes flutter, eyes ever so slightly rolling back. Fuck, this is amazing.

You don’t think you’re ever going to be able to admit it out loud to Sukuna, but you’re growing to love doing this. Maybe it’s how it makes you feel, or it’s entirely because of Sukuna, but it feels liberating. It feels good to give him pleasure, and for some reason it’s making you feel good, too.

Your panties are absolutely drenched.

You want him, you want to feel more, you want your tongue all over his bare skin, you’re dying to feel him against you. But, you also… really want to kiss him. You’re eager to please, desperate to kiss him. You want to feel his tongue against yours again, making yourself drunk off his taste and words so you can’t think of the stresses of college or life. Taste his flavor, scent, feeling, everything.

You just want to be good for him, you want him to say you’re doing good for him. You want to hear… praise. Because, deep down—the reason you’re so easy to be good, is because you're a good girl. Someone who loves to please, someone who loves the attention of a man. Someone who loves the attention of Sukuna. Maybe you're obsessed with him, but that’s okay. You bat your eyelashes at Sukuna, the eye contact between the two of you has you melting. Because, you know he’s equally obsessed with you.

Sukuna’s been dying to see you like this, on your knees looking up at him with your glossy eyes and sucking his cock. Legs clamped together, because of how much you were enjoying this. “To–Touch yourself.” He forces out, his lips parting in quick gasp, “Make yourself feel good, rub that sloppy pussy for me.” His eyes are half lidded, “I just know she’s all wet f’me.”

It’s so gross, so depraved, but you’re loving this. Feeling his dick deep in your throat. Knowing that the only thing Sukuna is looking at, craving for, is you. Watching with gratification as you struggle to take his thick dick in your tiny throat. The small moans, and whimpers that would vibrate against his length when you struggle to breathe. That isn’t enough, he needs more. He wants to see more of the bulge of your neck from his size, grab your neck to feel it beneath his palm.

You swallow around him for a final time, moving back and sucking in much needed air. You blink a few times, your eyes lazily opening and closing. “I think I like doing this.” You whisper, subtly suck on your bottom lip.

“This feels so good.”

Sukuna’s voice is deep when he says, “Yeah?” His hand runs down your head, cupping your cheek in a loving way. “You like sucking my dick?” He almost mocks you as he says, “Makes your pretty pussy feel good?” You hum out a response, nodding your head as you run your tongue over his lip, circling your pink muscles around it.

Watching the way Sukuna jolts forward for a moment, his hands meeting your hair with a scratchy groan. “Fu–fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” He slicks his hair back with his hand, running his fingers through his unruly strands. “I can’t–fuckin–do this anymore.”

You blink a few times, “Huh?”

Both his hands rest on your cheeks, rubbing them soothingly. It’s sweet, uncharacteristically sweet of Sukuna, it’s a bit unnerving. “Just relax your throat for me, lovely, I’m going to fuck it.” His hands move to your hair, pulling your face close to his dick. “Just open up, and say–”

“Ahh.” You say without thought, lashes fluttering closed.

Sukuna laughs darkly above you, “Yeah, just like that, such a good girl for me.” The tip of his dick taps against your tongue, before sliding into your mouth. Another soft groan, “You don’t have to do anything, you don’t even have to think. Just take this cock, baby.”

Sukuna’s hand went to the top of your head, grabbing your hair with much more force than before, and pulling you down his dick. Your eyes instantly widen, the tip hitting the back of your throat, before going deep inside your throat. You gag, your throat tightening around his cock making Sukuna jolt forward.

Sukuna thickly swallows, head lollying back without restraint from the sensation. His eyes meeting the top of his car roof, jolting nerves zapping all over his body. His roughness is a bit of a shock, but you… like it. You naturally look up, dolly eyes looking up to see Sukuna, unfortunately his head is tilted back.

His hips thrust his dick in and out of you, and your side your fingers to run the outside of your panties. Already damp with your slick as he uses your mouth like a toy. Fingers rubbing slow circles into your throbbing clit, already too sensitive to be touched so much.

Sukuna deeply exhales, lowering his head to look at you again. But, he’s quickly met with your glassy eyes, your hand down your panties and rubbing circles into your clit. He smirks, running his tongue over his teeth, “Fuck, yeah. You look so fuckin’ sexy.” Seeing you like this is everything, and more. He watches as fat tears slide down your cheeks, and it makes his head spin.

Sukuna really did want to be nice, he really, really did. But, how can he? Especially with the adorable way you're taking his cock down your throat, which tears running down your face. He narrows his eyes on you, it feels like too much, “Awh, is it too much for you?” He rolls his hips into you, eyes fluttering closed as he groans. “You can’t take my fat cock?”

You look up at Sukuna, his hands let go of your head for a moment, and take this chance to flutter your eyelashes at him while you move back and forth. Your glossy lips dragging over his length. You just want him to come, you just want to feel it slide down your throat.

“Shit, I’m going to–” Sukuna forces his eyes closed, gripping your head again. “Keep doin’ that, don’t stop, don’t you–please, don’t fucking stop, I’m…” You push your mouth down his cock again, taking him all the way in your mouth by yourself. Your nose softly pressing against his abdomen, tickling him, but cutting off any air from reaching your lungs. His abdomen tightens, before your name slips his lips in a whimper. “Please.”

It has you done for.

You softly gag, tightening around his cock as your eyelashes flutter closed. Tears falling down your stained cheeks, as you desperately try not to choke. You whimper, your fingers working fast circles into your clit as you finally come undone with Sukuna. Eyes rolling into the back of your head from the sensation of him coming down your throat.

You stay there for a moment, letting Sukuna ride out his high before his muscles relax. You finally push yourself off with a moan, tongue softly running over his head for the last time. Siliva decorating your plump lips, with a few strands breaking away from his dick.

You rest your head on his thigh, mushing your lips together before softly pulling them apart with a soft,‘pop!’ Your head feels fuzzy, almost as if you just came off an intense roller coaster, or if you were close to passing out. Eyes cloudy and still glossy, while your thighs are sticky and wet. Your clit is a bit overstimulated.

And still, after all of that, you want Sukuna more than anything. You push yourself off the ground, which is happily accepted by Sukuna’s opening arms for you into his lap. You naturally go in to kiss him, but hesitate. He probably wouldn’t want to do that right after–

“Why’d you hesitate.” Sukuna’s looking at you, his pupils are still blown wide.

You blink, “Do… what?”

“Don’t wanna’ kiss me?” He asks, almost as if he were offended.

You nod, “Of course I do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips, “I just thought you wouldn’t want to.”

Sukuna pinches your nose, “You get in your head too often.” Even with your nose pinched, you're still leaning in, pressing your lips against him. The kiss is messy, no care as your tongues are rolling against each other. Your already glossy lips are growing even more slippery and messy.

You pull away with a whimper, hips rolling into his. “Sukuna…” You whine, gripping his shirt between your digits. “I want you to fuck me.” You whimper, wiggling your hips into him, “Please, I want you to fuck me, I want it, I want you.” You babbling, your mind still clearly on a high from your pleasure.

Sukuna’s eyes are still half lidded, his hands landing on your lips. “You want me to fuck you?” He whispers, “You want me to make you feel good?” He kisses you again, and this kiss has more structure, like he’s trying to ground you.

You nod eagerly, “I need it.” Your lips are touching his as you whisper, “Please.” The words are so pretty on your tongue, longing and needy, “Please fuck me, ‘Kuna, I need you more than anything.”

Sukuna lets you kiss him, but forces himself to turn away, “I’m not fucking you…” He watches as your eyes pleadingly look at him, “Not… here.”

You tilt your eyes at him, “Why not?”

Sukuna furrows his eyes, “I’m not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car in a random parking lot.” He smiles, almost as if he were telling you common sense, “But, with the way you’re…” He looks down, watching as you roll your lips into his with desperation, “Fuck.” He shakes his head, you’re genuinely going to be the death of him. “You’re making it hard for me to say no.”

“Then, don’t say no.”

“Yes–no.” Sukuna kisses your forehead, but it’s clear he’s trying to distract himself, because he doesn’t come back down to look at your face. “I’m not fucking you here.”

You sigh, leaning your head back and resting it on the driver’s seat headrest, “You're killing me, ‘Kuna, I feel like I’m going to die.” You place your hand on your chest, “Actually, that’s a lie, you definitely killed me.”

“You’re goin’ to have to wait until we get home.” Sukuna feels his phone buzz, but before he can grab it, you lay down on the seat and pick it up yourself. Resting on your stomach while your thighs rest on his. Sukuna takes this chance to finally tuck himself back into his pants, grabbing your ankle. “You’re getting comfortable with my phone.”

“Yeah.” You kick your foot back and forth, your heels discarded somewhere in his car. Long gone, “It’s the blonde girl, again.”

“What did she say?”

You flip the screen to him, showing the text. “She’s asking why you left her on read.” You pull your skirt down your ass, feeling a bit exposed in his position. “What do you want me to say?”

Sukuna isn’t looking at the screen anymore, just letting his hands play with the frills of your dress, “Anything you want.” He shrugs, “I don’t care.” He sighs before pushing your legs off of him, exiting the car to go in the driver's seat.

You take this time to just hop over the center console, taking a seat in the passenger side while still looking at his phone, unsure of how to answer. Until a fun idea pops into your head. You hear Sukuna fixing his belt, but you quickly place your hand over his, “Wait, I have an idea.”

Sukuna tilts his head to the side, “Does this include me pulling out my dick again.” He has a smirk on his face.

You look to the side, pretending to think, “No.” You open up the photo application on messages, “But, it does include you and me in a picture.” You lean close to Sukuna, and kiss his cheek. “Just go along with it, and smile.”

“A picture? Then let me–”

“No.” You angle the phone up, putting a peace sign up with a kind smile. Your lips smeared with a bit of red, and your messy frizzy hair caught in the photo. Sukuna wasn’t entirely ready for the photo, his hair equally as messy and lips a bit shiny from your lip gloss. You snap the picture and send it to the girl. “There, hopefully that will scare her off.”

“Doubt it.” Sukuna watches as you connect his phone to his car, searching up a song and playing it. “If anything, you can just block her again.”

“That’s true.” You place the phone in the cup holder, your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. “Watch, she’s going to pull the–finals are next week, please come study with me!” You scoff, clearly fuming over this girl. Sukuna thinks it’s cute, as much as it is amusing. “Whatever. It’s fine, I’ll block her later.” You click your seatbelt on, listening to the engine of his car roaring to life. “Besides, she makes me feel bad, I don’t want to feel pity right now.”

Sure, pity. Sukuna looks over his shoulder, pulling out of the parking spot, “Yeah?” He places his hand atop your head, “Forget about her.” And, if you can’t, Sukuna knows a sure fire way to do so. Actually, he knows a way to remove all thoughts from your head. “She’s getting you worked up.”

You pout slightly, silently agreeing with him and you look outside the window. You whisper something Sukuna can’t hear. He looks at you for a brief second, “What?” He looks back at the road.

You feel your face burning with embarrassment, your lashes fluttering ever so slightly. “Did I… do good?” You’re leaning on the arm rest, head turned away from him, while your mouth is covered by the palm of your hand. You shake your head, “You know what? Nevermind, I’m being dumb.”

Sukuna chuckles, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your neck. Rubbing it slightly, “Are you asking me to praise you?” He can feel you shiver underneath his touch, even leaning into it.

You huff, “No.”

Sukuna grabs your neck, pulling you closer to him. “Be honest.” He can see your throat bob slowly, your lashes fluttering as you look at him with those glossy eyes he’s growing to adore more than anything. His eyebrows raise slightly, “Hm?”

You deeply sigh, slowly turning to look at him with an embarrassed expression. “...Yes.” You hate that he’s messing with you, but… at the same time, you really like it. Are you broken? Enjoying the way Sukuna toys with you? Making you come out with deep secrets only you’re supposed to know about? Is that why you mess with him so much? Because, deep down, you secretly love the way he messes with you.

Sukuna briefly kisses your head, removing his hand and placing it back on the wheel. “Yes, baby, you did great.” Sukuna notices how you try to hide a giddy smile on your lips.

Yeah, you love the way Sukuna is.

—

Sukuna parks the car in the garage, much like any other day and you’re quick to leave the car. Clearly eager and excited to be close to Sukuna, you’re inches away from opening the door when you pause. Your eyes widen, “Wait, what if Yuuji is home? That means I’m not going to be able to–”

Your back is snuggling held between the door and Sukuna’s body, his lips on your and almost eating you up. You giggle in the kiss, trying to speak, but due to Sukuna’s sloppiness, you can’t get too much out. “Sukuna–wait!” You feel your lashes flutter shut, your foot sliding against your ankle as he kisses you.

“Wait?” Sukuna asks, his hand moving to your waist and arching your back into him.”I’ve been waiting for this for–fuck, so fuckin’ long.” He sounds out of breath, dark, and deeper. Hands lowering to your ass and grabbing onto the fat of it.

You laugh, cupping his face and flinching when he presses you harder against the door. It makes you gasp, giving Sukuna the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. Sliding his hand underneath the back of your knee and hooking it around his waist.

You moan when his bulge presses against your covered pussy, “You feel me?” He whispers, grabbing your hand and pulling it between the two of you, resting it on his bulge. He smiles, sharp teeth flashing as you, “That’s going to be inside you.” He uses his free hand to slide his palm over your lower stomach, applying a bit of pressure, “All of it deep inside of you.” His voice is so raspy, it feels like a drug. Sukuna feels like a drug, you honestly don’t know how your knee didn’t give in on the spot.

You sniff, looking away, “Stop saying things like that…” You whisper, butterflies swarming your stomach. It feels so good. “You’re making me feel—“

“Shh.” Sukuna perks up, resting his head on the door. “Shit, I think someone is home.”

You kiss his neck, sliding your tongue over his skin. He tastes sweet, “Who cares?” You softly suck on his skin, blooming a sport hue of red on his pale skin. “Just try not to be so loud, and we won’t get caught.”

Sukuna shakes his head, but he’s clearly amused by your antics. “You're right.” He kisses you a final time, “Put your hands above your head, and turn around.”

You blink a few times, cheekily smiling, “Why should I?”

“I want to see how quiet you can be.” His eyes dip down, looking at where the two of you are connecting. His jeans, and your short dress covering what he wants to see. “Do it for me? Please.”

Suddenly, ‘please,’ is the magic word.

You bite your lower lip, “Shouldn’t we go to your room?”

“No.” Sukuna grabs your hips and ushers you around, “Don’t want to get caught, right?” Your backside pressed snuggly against his front, his head dipping down to skin the tip of your ear. “There you go, just do as I say.” He lowers his hands to your waist, pulling at them so your ass is pressed right against his erection.

You thickly swallow, nodding your head softly. “Okay.” You can feel your eyelashes fluttering, naturally moving your hips in circles. You slowly extend your hands over your head, keeping them together.

“Just like that..” Sukuna mumbles behind you, sliding his hand to grab both your wrists. “Keep moving–fuck, keep moving against me.” He uses his free hand to pick up your skirt, pushing it up your plush ass. “Fuck–fuck, you make me feel…” He drops his head atop of yours, “You make me feel so good. Shit.”

You relax into the door, shoulder slouching into your back as you just feel Sukuna rut against you. This is so gross, you think to yourself, this isn’t supposed to be hot, you mentally scold, but it is.

You love when Sukuna whispers dirty nothings in your ears, licking his tongue up any sensitive skin he can taste, pulling and shoving you into any position he wants. Doing whatever he wants to your body, purely because it makes him feel good.

You rub your ass harder on his hard erection, “Please.” You whisper, tilting your head back, looking at Sukuna with glossy eyes. “Please, kiss me.” You should be scared, the way he’s looming over you right now, making you feel like a tiny puppy. But, you’re not, you like it, you like that he’s bigger than you.

Maybe you’re crazy.

Sukuna smirks, laughing slightly, “What are you askin’ for?” He responds, eyes bouncing back to your ass rubbing against him, and your eyes begging for his. “Want another kiss?” He coos, clearly finding amusement, and sexiness in your plea.

You nod your head, “Mhm!”

“Awh, of course you do.” He grips your neck, twisting it up more to kiss you, sliding his tongue lewdly against yours. Not caring if the kiss is any form of a kiss, just wanting to satisfy someone who’s growing to be insatiable.

You giggle, almost drunkenly, into his lips. Muttering, “I like you.” You close your eyes, kissing him again before adding another, “I like you so much, it drives me insane.” Your fingers move in his grasp, “You drive me crazy, ‘Kuna.”

Sukuna feels his throat bob, pressing you hard between the door and his body. “Yeah?” You bite your lower lip, a bit constricted as you flutter your lashes at him innocently. “You drive me fuckin’ insane, too. Can’t go an hour without wanting to hold, or just think about you.”

You rest your cheek on the door, “I know.”

“You’re cocky.” You giggle in response, but pause, an idea flashing in your head. He flinches when your hands move underneath his shirt, your cold fingertips touching his bare skin. “Shit!”

Your eyes widen, while Sukuna closes his eyes with a slow sigh. It’s silent, the two of you waiting at the door. Waiting for some form of response to Sukuna’s unexpected shout. You giggle, continuing to run your fingers over his skin. “I bet if someone was home, they would’ve heard that.”

You yelp when someone knocks on the door, pushing yourself away from Sukuna and standing feets away from him. Your face absolutely flushed, your heart beating out of your chest as you look at Sukuna. Only to see his fist resting on the door, his face turned away from you, and his shoulders bouncing up and down in a silent laugh.

You narrow your eyes, fixing your dress, “You’re such an asshole.” You scold, “Fuck, I thought it was your brother, or something.” Sukuna doesn’t respond, he’s still laughing at you. You softly groan, “You know what, go jack off or something, I’m going to my room.” You pull open the door, stepping inside.

You’re not mad, just… embarrassed.

“Oh, c’mon, I’m just messin’ with you doll, don’t be like that.” Sukuna grabs your hand, trying to pull you back into him, but you’re not budging. “Here, I can get on my knees and make it up to you, is that what you want, hm?”

You scoff, “No.” You continue to pull away from him, “You can–I don’t know, do whatever, I’m mad at you.” You whisper, ‘Asshole,’ underneath your breath.

Sukuna opens his door, pulling you inside his room, “Fine, be like that.” He closes the door behind him, locking it. “I’ll just fuck the attitude outta’ you.” He coos, “Let’s see how mad you’re going to be when you’re squirting over my dick, yeah?”

You blink a few times, a cheeky smile slowly splitting your lips. “Oh.” Sukuna has always had such a way with words. “And, what if I leave, what if I don’t want that?” You cross your arms over your chest.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you, moving to his bed and sitting on it. “Really? I’m sure that’s why you were begging me to fuck you in my car.” He watches as you turn your head away, “That’s also why you almost sucked me off while I was drivin–”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You move to Sukuna’s side, pressing your palm over his mouth. “I totally get it now, you never shut up.”

“I thought you were leaving.” Sukuna’s voice tickles your palm, “I thought you would never lie to me?” He pulls you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

“I never lied, I am mad at you.” Your hand drops, and Sukuna moves forward to slide his tongue over the shell of your ear. A quick shiver shooting down your spine as the hot muscle moves slowly.

“Good.” Sukuna grabs the end of your dress, bunching up the fabric and whispering, “Raise your hands for me.” You’re quick to do as he says, which is returned with simple praises. Your dress being pulled over your head, dropping to the floor.

You're quick to reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head. You just want to feel his skin, you want to feel his warmth against you without anything blocking you. Sukuna smirks to himself, leaning back with you on his lap while he watches as you fumble with his belt, struggling a small bit due to your nails.

Sukuna finally takes it off himself with one hand, tossing it to the side with a metallic thud. He pulls you by your waist, placing you on your back. “Spread your legs.” He’s towering over you, his pants already on the ground.

You slide your legs open, revealing a wet patch already on your panties, Sukuna laughs, “Wet f’me already? I haven’t even touched you.” He leans down, forearm resting near your head while he kisses your neck. “You think you can handle this thick co–” Sukuna seems to hesitate.

You immediately feel your heart drop, did you do something wrong? You thickly swallow, “‘Kuna?” You wrap your arms around his shoulder, “Is something wrong?” You tilt your head to the side.

“No.” His answer is quick. “Just… thinkin’ about, uh…” He lifts his head up, “You want to do this, right?” He’s looking in your eyes, the black of his pupils almost makes it impossible to see his natural red eye color.

You nod, “Yeah–yes, I want this.” You smile softly, kissing his lips quickly, “Is something wrong?” He wants this, clearly, so why is he hesitating?

Sukuna shakes his head, “Just relax.” He whispers, sliding his fingers underneath your underneath, dipping them in your slick and swirling them around your throbbing clit. “Just let me make you feel good.”

Your lips part, nodding your head as you flutter your lashes shut. Feels good. You jump when you feel them slide back into you, two fingers thick and heavy slowly pushing in and out of you. You bite your lower lip, your legs sliding down into the mattress of Sukuna’s bed with each slow thrust.

You can feel yourself melting into his sheets, but furrow your brows slightly when he slides a third finger into you. Sukuna groans, feeling how tight you are around his fingers, practically sucking him back in everytime he pulls back.

Fuck, you’re so tight, it’s actually driving him insane. Sukuna just wants to feel you wrapped around his cock, sucking him in with every thrust.

You arch when his fingers scissor into you, stretching you open. Sukuna is right next to your ear, sliding his tongue around it while whispering, “Gotta’ prep you, don’t want it to hurt when I shove my cock in you, right?” He laughs, “You just want to feel good, feel full, have nothin’ on your mind but how I stretch you out so good.”

You whimper, “Stop teasing…” You groan, grabbing his wrist, “Just put it…” You thickly swallow, batting your long lashes at him when he finally looks at you again. “Please, I want you inside–wanna feel you deep inside of me, ‘Kuna.” You’re looking at him with your perfectly glossy eyes, and who is he to deny you.

“Think you’re ready?” Sukuna asks with a cocky smile, pulling your panties down your hips. “You think you can finally take my cock? You think it’ll fit in your pussy?” He watches as you eagerly nod, “What? What do you want, you need to tell me?”

You can’t, what does he want you to say? “Uhm…” You thickly swallow, diverting your eyes to the side, “I want you…” You can’t, you really can’t say it, it’s so embarrassing. “I want you inside.” You can feel butterflies in your stomach, but… they’re different.

You’re nervous.

You’re really nervous.

You feel your bottom lip quiver for a moment, and Sukuna pauses, “I’m nervous.” Shit, you didn’t mean to say out loud, even if you did whisper it. You can feel yourself mentally scolding yourself. You’ve been wanting this for so long, and now you’re getting cold feet.

Seriously? What is wrong with you?

That makes you feel worse.

“I can tell.” Sukuna passes you a half smile, and it feels domestic to see. “I expected that.”

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” Sukuna pinches your nose, “It’s just me.” He tilts his head to the side, “Are you saying you’re scared of me.”

You blink a few times, before smiling a small bit, “I mean, a little.” You giggle when Sukuna glares at you, not before cupping his face with your hands. “I’m nervous… but, I feel good. I think… I feel less nervous since it’s with, uhm, you.” You look to the side, “That’s kind of corny, but… you get it, right? I’m not crazy.”

Sukuna’s eyes soften, he ever so slightly nods his head, “You’re crazy.” He murmurs, “But, I understand you.”

You laugh, “I’m glad.” You feel better. “Can we… continue?”

“Yeah, of course baby.” Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and his eyes glint with something sinister.

You arch your back slightly, the spark in your belly igniting into a small flame. “Please—I want you inside, I wanna feel you.” You flutter your lashes at him.

“Yeah? Does my baby want the tip? Wanna feel me slide inside?” He chuckles, “I’ll give you that, baby, won’t make you suffer for too long.” Sukuna is practically shaking with pleasure, wanting to bottom out in one motion. Pound into you and make your pretty little eyes roll into the back of your head, your legs shake from all the pleasure. But, he knows that’ll hurt you, and that’s the last thing he wants right now. He wants to make you feel good.

Sukuna wants to see you utterly melt under his touch, grabbing his sheets while tears of pleasure slide down your hot cheeks. Feel your hot and gummy insides around his thick cock, as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. Watch your tongue swirl around them while you suck and bite. He wants to tease you about how good it feels.

Sukuna wants you to make him feel good, too.

Sukuna taps the tip of his dick on your clit, watching as you jump with each short amount of pressure. It’s cute, really cute. “Hold onto me, hold onto me.” He whispers, placing his tip at your entrance, already wet and slick for him. “You’re going to feel a stretch, but it’ll feel fuckin’ amazing after.”

You nod, turning your head down to look at where the two of you connect, and it’s obscene. His flushed tip pressing against your wet cunt, “Is it going to fit?” It’s a unsure whisper, butterflies of nervousness bubbling in your stomach again.

Sukuna kisses behind your ear, “We’re going to make it fit.” He murmurs, pushing the tip into you. And the stretch burns, it makes you whimper as Sukuna splits you open on his monster cock. You can hear Sukuna grunt next to you, his brows furrowed in concentration as he pushes into you. “Just breathe, try to relax.”

You nod, lashes fluttering shut while your eyebrows furrow. “Okay…” You hum, sucking on your bottom lip, “It feels really weird.” You mumble, your waterline growing small pearls of tears.

“I know.” Sukuna coos at you, and he feels you slowly relax around him. “There you go, doing so good for me.” He loudly groans, dropping his head into your neck and stiling when his tip is completely in you. Twitching and sensitive from your tight walls gripping onto him, you feel like heaven. His hair tickles your chin, and despite how good Sukuna sounds groaning, you can’t ignore the uncomfortable stretch–almost painful–that is occurring between your legs.

You hug Sukuna tighter, “Hurts.” You mumble into his hair, but Sukuna is quick to rub slow circles into your clit with his thumb, making the bundle of nerves dance with electricity. It feels good when he touches you, and it feels–you gaps, feeling Sukuna twitch inside of you, his hips ever so slightly bucking into you.

You thickly swallow… it feels good when he… moves.

You roll your hips forward slightly, and you hear Sukuna laugh against you. “You finally feelin’ good?” He mumbles, looking up, “You want me to make you feel better now, doll?”

“Please.” You murmur, cupping his face and tugging him closer to you, “Please fuck me ‘Kuna, please make me feel good.”

Sukuna feels every thread of patience snap inside of him.

His hands move to the back of your knees and pull them up to your chest, “Fuck–I can’t wait anymore, I need you, I fuckin’ need you.” Your name leaves his lips, and suddenly he pushes into you. Deep and quick, letting your tight pussy mold to his thick cock. Sukuna loudly moans when his cock is finally inside of you, his eyes shutting as his jaw ever so slightly drops.

You feel so fucking good, you’re making him feel so fucking good, he can’t even… Sukuna pulls his hips back, your pussy already sucking onto him before puuushing them back into your pussy. His head drops into your neck with pleasure as your head gets thrown back in a loud moan.

It feels so good, you feel so full and… it feels almost overwhelming. Sukuna all the way inside of you, it feels like he’s in your guts, or in your throat. Splitting you open and forcing every thought to the way Sukuna moves his cock in and out of you. It feels like your head is spinning, and with the way Sukuna is groaning with each slow–tantalizing slow–thrust, it feels like you might pass out from the pleasure, and pressure.

Sukuna presses your thighs deeper into your chest with his weight, and you can feel your teeth clench from how deep inside you he is. It’s almost overwhelming, and with the way he’s lowering his hand to rub circles into your clit, it feels like you might actually die.

You jolt when you feel something coil in your stomach, deep and intense. Your eyes snap open, meeting with Sukuna’s red one, trained on your expression. Your moans grow louder, more insist of what’s to come.

You watch as something snaps inside of him, practically smiling ear to ear as he leans down, “You goin’ come?” He whispers, “Is my dick making you feel good, makin’ you want to finally let go and come all of it?”

You whimper, your shaky hands moving to grab his face, “Fuh–fuck, ‘Kuna, I feel like I’m gonna–I’m going to–” “Don’t.”

Sukuna looks high of your expression, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare, hold it.” He asserts, watching as your eyes become glossy, a small whimper leaving your mouth as your bottom lip quivers. “Awh, there you go baby, you can follow what I say like a good girl, I know.”

“S’it too much, I can’t do it–I really want to..” You pull his face closer to yours, “Please, ‘Kuna, please, please, please. I wanna feel good, let me…”

Sukuna’s eyes flutter from your begging, you’re so hot. And, when he opens his eyes again, you think–you really do–he’s going to let you, especially with the caring way he’s looking at you. But, Sukuna smiles and whispers, “No.”

You hiccup, tears falling down your cheeks, “You’re so mean.” You murmur, “You’re so mean to me.”

“Yeah?” He looks down, watching the way his cock splits you open. “I can be meaner.” He groans, leaning back and grabbing your hip with one hand, “Lift your hips for me.” He rasps, eyes glued to the place where the two of you connect.

You whimper, following his directions. Spreading your legs and allowing him to look at the lewd actions. You can’t help but feel some form of relief when stretching your legs as well, having the stretched and pushed into feel good but–

‘Ring! Ring!’

You jump at the noise, hand pressing against your mouth. Instantly, your mind goes to Yuuji, fuck is he home? You didn’t get to check if he was, and the idea of him hearing you fucking his older brother makes you want to sink into the depths of the earth, and never come back out.

Sukuna seems to be equally as startled, his shoulders jumping and his hips instantly stilling. But, unlike you, Sukuna knows it’s not his brother. He knows it’s a phone ringing. He watches as the realization dawns on you, albeit, not as quickly as his.

You look to the side, “Uh…” You know that’s not your phone ringing, since your ringtone is a very bubbly and cute one from Animal Crossing. Bubblegum, by K.K. Slider to be specific, so you turn to Sukuna and asks, “Do you want to answer that?”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Fuck no.” He leans back down, nose touching yours, “That just… startled me.”

“I also thought it was Yuuji.” You giggle, “It’s fine, just let it ring out.” You hold his face, the ringing fading into the background of nothingness. “Just keep fucking me, I’m still so–”

‘Ring! Ring!’

You feel your eye twitch. “What the hell?!” You furrow your eyebrows, practically growling at the phone. “Are you setting me up right now?” You accuse, “Is this your silent way of saying you don’t want to be fuckin’ me right now?”

Sukuna closes his eyes and softly sighs, “Sometimes, I don’t know how you think of these things.” And, as much as Sukuna wants to reach down and throw his phone at the wall for interrupting the two of you, the idea of it being Yuuji calling for him stops him from doing that. “Let me check if it’s Yuu.” Sukuna mumbles.

You laugh, looking to the side with a smug expression, “Good to see where your properties land.” You snicker at his glare, watching as he finishes his phone from his pants. “A good older brother you are.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Yeah, whatever.” He looks at the caller ID, only to see it’s an unsaved number. A telemarketer? An… insist one? “Not a saved number.” He places it on the counter, “Maybe this is God’s way of telling me you’re trouble.”

“Probably.” You extend your arms, waiting for Sukuna to join you again, “Who cares, I just want to feel good.” You whine, clearly growing inpatient. “Just c’mere, I miss you already.”

Sukuna nods, looping his arms behind your back and pulling you close to his body. Watching with awe as he slides back into you, your lips parting in a silent gasp. “So pretty.” He murmurs, kissing your neck with soft pants.

You feel so good around him, sucking him into your tight pussy. Your gummy inside molding around his cock, perfectly shaping into it. Sukuna can feel his thrust grow frantic, wanting to increase the pleasure he’s receiving. You make him feel so good, he absolutely lo–

‘Ring! Ring!’

If Sukuna had any form of pliancy in his body, it just broke from a single ring of his phone. He snatches it from the dresser, sliding his finger to answer the call and barking out, “The fuck do you want?!” He’s fuming, and as much as you shouldn’t…

You find it a bit funny, just a little. Poor boy is getting frustrated. Poor thing, you can't help but think. He’s been waiting so long for this–you have, too–and now it’s getting interrupted by a very insistent scammer. Yet, the small smile on your lips absolutely falls when you recognize the voice on the other line.

Blonde bitch.

Sukuna scowls, “Leave me the fuck alone, I swear to–”

“Ah–ah!” You moan, rubbing your clit with your fingers. “Shit, you’re making me feel so good, ‘Kuna, please don’t stop, please don’t…” You whine, tilting your head to the side with half-lidded eyes.

“The fuck was that?” She barks, but her silence is quickly followed by, “Who the fuck is that?” A sick prideful feeling fills your chest, swallowing you whole with something liberating.

God, if anything in this world could cure your depression, it would be this. A satisfied smirk splits your lips, and Sukuna expression matches your own. He slides his hips back and forth, watching as your brows furrow with ecstasy.

“You already know.” Sukuna groans into the phone, biting the inside of his cheek with a smile. “Don’t be fuckin’ dumb.” He isn’t teasing her, he’s genuinely being an asshole.

“No, I fucking don’t know who that is, why don’t you fucking tell me.” She spits back, venom laced in her voice.

Sukuna places the phone on your stomach, watching as goosebumps litter your skin from the cold of his phone. “You hear that?” Sukuna mocks, rocking his hips in, and out of you. The sound of him pounding into you is loud from where you are, you can’ even imagine what it must sound like where his phone is located. Sukuna practically laughs, a sadistic look in his eyes. “That’s the sound of my girl wrapped around my cock.”

Hearing him say that is… everything. The idea of Sukuna calling you that to someone who so bluntly wants him, is so willing to give up anything, so entangled in his web… is prideful. It shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t feel this way, but you do.

Sukuna wants you. You're his. He’s yours.

Sukuna ends the call, quickly silencing his phone before tossing it to the side. He rolls his eyes, “Fuck, can’t fucking stand her.” He looks a bit pissed and from the way he’s fucking into you, he’s starting to take the frustration out on getting you to finish.

You laugh, nodding your head, “I told you–you were… fuck, fuck, mean.” You shakily exhale, “But, I like that about–shit–about you, make me feel good.” You mumble, “Love it.”

Sukuna can wholeheartedly agree with that, he equally adores your quick tongue and rude comments. It sends a euphoric rush through his brain, but he won’t ever tell you that. Although, he will tell you, “You don’t even know the start of it.”

Your toes curl when Sukuna places his palm on your lower stomach, pressing the tip of his cock right up against your g-spot from the pressure. You yelp, your head thrown back while your back arches frantically.

“Wait–don’t do…” You choke on a moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head, “I can’t—” You bring your hands to his shoulders, clawing at them to try and maintain your composure, but it isn’t working.

“I know.” Sukuna grabs your cheeks, pulling your face to his. “Fuckin’ come for me, let it all go.”

You feel him hammer into you, grinding his hips so the tip of his cock presses snuggly against your g-spot. Instantly, your vision goes white, your lips parting in a silent moan as your legs shake around his waist. It feels like you’re melting, your insides swirling together and finally releasing into a explose euphoric mess.

Even when you're done, panting and vision a bit blurry, Sukuna doesn’t stop moving. Not even when hot tears are sliding down your face because, ‘It’s just too much,’ or ‘Too sensitive,’ as Sukuna would mock back at you.

You place your hand on his face, trying to push him away, only for him to smile into your palm. His lips part to let his tongue slide over your palm, slowly splitting your middle and ring finger open. Allowing you to watch the wet muscle move between your fingers, along with the smug expression on his face.

It feels so good, but so much with each thrust, you just can't, you can’t–your eyes roll into the back of your head, your thighs shaking. Sukuna pulls away, “Do you really want me to stop?” He teases, slowly his pace down, and for how painfully good it feels, him slowing down makes you crave the intensity again. “Can the baby really not handle it, huh? Can she really not handle a big dick inside of her?”

Sukuna watches with glee as your expression of pleasure turns into pure bliss. Your eyes glaze over while a delirious smile splits your glossy lips, legs moving to wrap around his waist. “Please do-don’t stop, you make me feel so–so good ‘Kuna, don’t ever want to stop.”

Sukuna can’t say no to that.

“Atta’ girl.” He pats your cheek endearingly, “You can give me another, right? You can do that for me?” He grabs you by your wait, tugging you closer to his dick as if you weighed nothing. “You can gush on my cock again, let that pretty head of yours go dumb from my dick?”

You nod, your smile still present. “Mhm!” You want that more than anything.

“Yeah.” Sukua licks his teeth with a smile, “Fuck, you’re so good for me.” He laughs, eyes narrowing on your body. “Turn around, I’m not fuckin’ done with you yet.” Before you can even move, Sukuna is man-handling your body exactly where he wants you to go.

You’re on your stomach, his hands pulling your waist up and forcing you into a deep arch. You place your hands on his head board, your head almost touching it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and Sukuna splits you open again, slowly pushing his thick head into your sensitive hole. Twitching, and full of Sukuna’s dick.

You thickly swallow, humming in content when you feel the front of Sukuna’s thighs press to the back of yours. His dick sheathed deep inside of you, twitching and drooling fat globs of pre-cum. He’s so warm, and thick, it feels so perfect to be like this.

You pull your lips between your teeth, groaning with each slow and long thrust Sukuna pushes into you. Forcing your hands to claw at his sheets with a squeal, his hands pushing your back into a deep arch. You can feel him in your tummy, bulging and pressing right against that perfect spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Yeah, just like that.” Sukuna groans behind you, sliding his hands to your ass and pulling you apart. Letting his eyes watch as he slides his cock in and out of you, “Just open up for me, let me make that sweet pussy feel good.”

You melt at his words, shivering while your knees keep your ass in the air. “Can’t–can’t do this…” You bite his sheets, drool seeping front your pouty lips. “Fe–feels so good.”

Sukuna laughs, trying to hold back his moan. But, he almost loses his composure when you mutter, “Does it feel–do you feel good, too? ‘Kuna?” You look at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy and beautiful, “Am I making you–fuck–am I making you feel good?”

Sukuna feels a part of his sanity chip. “You don’t even fuckin’ know how good you make me feel.” Sukuna seethes, his hand grabbing the back of your neck and shoving you deeper into his sheets. He almost comes when he hears you moan from the harsh actions, “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum with the way you’re grippin’ my dick.”

You groan, digging your knees into the sheets. “Shit–shit, I…” You part your lips open, Sukuna fucking you from the behind with more power. Each thrust deep and hard into your twitching pussy.

Sukuna tilts his head back, placing his weight into his hand and hips, “Holy fuckin’ shit, I think I’m going to fuckin..” His voice grows hard, almost aggressive, his hips following.

You can feel the top of your head hitting his head board, your shoulder blades tensing into themselves. Your head growing a bit fuzzy, your vision growing similar to TV static. It feels so good, so so fucking good.

You can feel Sukuna twitch inside of you, his cock head drooling hot drops of pre-cum inside of you. He’s close, you can feel it, you can hear it. The subtle way his voice is rising in pitch, the recurrence and mantra of it. How his hips seem to stumble when you clench around him.

You want him to come with you, you want to feel him do it inside of you. Hot and warm, filling you up. You giggle into his sheet, “C’mon–Sukuna, please come with–with me ‘Kuna.” You whisper, heart practically glowing in your eyes. “Let me feel it inside of me, please, please.” You can feel yourself growing addicted to this, you never want to stop. Never ever.

Sukuna thickly swallows, sliding his hand up your head into your hair. Pulling your head up so he can hear your moans clearly. He wants to record it in his head, play it back anytime he’s alone in his room or shower. Let his mind wander over the fucked up ways he wants to defile and make the two of you feel good. His head is filthy, but he has a feeling you like it.

Sukuna loves knowing that.

“I’ll give it to you.” Sukuna grunts, “Who am I to say no to you, baby?” He can feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “I’ll give you everything, fuckin’ everything.” He watches as your body shakes, your pussy spasming around him. Small spurts wetting his thighs, it makes him come on the spot. Hunching over your body and gripping your hair harder.

It’s amazing, feeling the way you squeeze around him. His cock twitching inside of you, before white ropes of cum slide deep inside your pussy. It feels lewd, sickly satisfying and degrading. His body tensing as his eyes roll into the back of his head, his throat tightening and forcing out explicit curses and groans. “Holy fuckin’ shi—I think I’m going to…” Sukuna feels his head drop forward, head pounding as the orgasm finally ends.

You, on the other hand, slouch into his sheets. Your body is completely exhausted from the exertion it just experienced. Amazing, yes, but so goddamn tiring.

Sukuna leans back on his heels, slicking his hair back. A few strands dripped with sweat, sticking to his skin. “You okay, baby?” He whispers, rubbing his hands over your back.

You giggle, mumbling out a small, “Mhmm.”

“Good.” Sukuna lifts one of his legs up, planting his foot on the bed, “‘Cause I’m not done with you.” Of course, you’re not the only one burning with sensitivity here, Sukuna is dick is absolutely twitching with sensitivity… but this is the best part. When it feels so good it almost hurts, so far from wanting but craving for more.

You blink a few times, your pussy twitching. “Huh.”

Sukuna laughs, one hand moving to his head board, “You heard me.” He snaps his hips into your ass, “One more.” He pleads–no, begs, “Just give me one more.” He rolls his hips into you, right to left, up and down, just grrinnnding deep inside of you. “Please, please, I fuckin’ need it. Need you, baby.”

Sukuna’s voice is pleading, filling you up like an addictive drug. Hearing him beg is a mind-fuck, and it makes you want nothing more but to do that. “F–Fine.” You moan, “Just don’t stop movin–ah!”

“Thank you, baby, thank you.” Sukuna snaps his hips into you, there’s so much more strength behind it. You can feel him fucking your cervix, the hold he has on the headboard making it so he can fuck you harder then before. You can feel yourself losing yourself in pleasure, pain hurting in the best way possible.

Sukuna’s fucking you so hard you’re practically squished between his hard body, and his headboard. Your cheek pressed harshly against it, while you’re forced in a deep arch. He’s so deep in you.

You hear Sukuna laugh behind you, a mocking high pitched moan following. It takes you a single second to recognize what he’s doing, he’s mocking your moans. It’s degrading, a bit humiliating, but your stomach groans hot from his teasing tone.

You can’t let Sukuna know that.

But, you don’t have to say anything. He can feel the way you tighten around him, “Awh, does my baby like the way my dick feels inside of her.” He coos, “Hmm?”

You grit your teeth, trying to bite back a moan, “Of–of course–hah–not!” You bite back, furrowing your eyebrows.

Sukuna smirks, biting the inside of his cheek. “Yes you do, baby, yes you do.” You hate him, you hate how cocky he is, but you can’t deny how hot he is. Curse, Sukuna.

Suddenly, you feel something foreign building within you. Tight and hot, feeling a bit too good. A bit heavy, and wetter. Your moans grow, “Ah, ‘Kuna–something feels…” You grip his sheets between your fingers, “I feel like I’m gonna–gonna..” You squeal, your thighs squishing together.

Sukuna doesn’t relent, in fact, he moves both of his hands to the top of his head board, forcing himself deeper into you. Which you didn’t think was possible. “Yeah? You goin’ to come again?” He groans, dropping his head down, “I am too, do it for me. Make a mess on this dick.”

You feel your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face as you finally feel the coil in your stomach snap. Sukuna watched with a pleasureful grimace as you wet his cock, squirting all over his cock and thighs. Words tumbling out of your mouth in a babbling mess, incoherent pleas at best.

Sukuna finally releases with you, unable to keep his voice down as he finally comes deep inside of you. “Fuck, holy shi–” He cuts himself off with a whine, almost whimpering when you tighten around him. Tears pearling his water line, as he tries–desperately tries–to keep quiet. Until, the idea of keeping composure became that, merely an idea long forgotten.

The orgasm feels overwhelming, nothing like Sukuna has ever experienced before. And, it feels like it’s never going to end. Almost sobbing as he finishes, “Holy–holy fu–fuck..” It's hot and blinding.

You hiccup, not having the energy to move, or even help Sukuna with pulling out. Sukuna collapses onto your body, making you giggle into his sheets. Your body twitching from the aftershocks of your mind-blowing orgasm. You feel like you’re on cloud nine, while also crashing down from the worst type of drug.

Sukuna softly exhales, and all he can smell is your sweet shampoo and sex filling the air. His over sensitive cock still feels stimulated, and everytime you so much as move, it feels painful. It feels good–a good pain, but a bit too much for his tired body.

“You’re going to suffocate me.” You mumble, your voice muffled by the sheets, and his weight. “You’re going to become a real Jeff the Killer if you murder me, ‘Kuna.” You giggle again, this time wailing your limbs as if you were in genuine danger.

“Okay.” He whines as he pulls away from you, his cum seeping down your thigh. He groans at the sight, closing his eyes as he tries to ignore the way his cock twitches. Despite how senstive and tired he is, he want nothing more but to fuck his load deep inside of you. And, against his better judgment, he doesn't. “Can you… can you breathe again?”

“Yeah.” Your skin is decorated in a thin shine of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and neck. You giggle again, moving your head to the side to look at Sukuna, “Yeah.”

Sukuna laughs with you, leaning down and laying right next to you. “Yeah.” He pushes your hair out of your face, “You feelin’ okay, I think I may have… pushed you a bit far.”

You nod, “I’m good.” You smile sweetly, cupping his face. “You did amazing.” You didn’t even know the human body could be that good. “I’m happy I did this… with you, Sukuna.” You press a quick kiss into his nose, before kissing his cheek. You’ve always been so incredibly sweet.

Sukuna’s lips part, his eyes widening ever so slightly. And, your stomach flutters with his expression, a soft smile on his features, his hand cupping your cheek. “I’m glad.” He whispers, “So glad.” You can see a subtle red on his face, and you almost panic.

“Wait, no, don’t move!” You twist around, reaching over his counter for your glasses which you conveniently haven’t moved since “studying” with Sukuna. “Let me grab my glasses.”

Sukuna tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you need your glasses?”

You laugh, sliding them on your face. “I want to look at you, dummy.” You look at him again, but pout when you see his expression is different. “Why’d you move your face? I wanted to see you clearly.” You’re a bit disappointed–no, you’re really disappointed.

“This is the face I was making.” Sukuna says with a dead face, not even an eyebrow is quirked. “I don’t make faces.” He shakes his head, “Never in my life. It’s a medical condition, actually.”

“Sukuna.” You whine, pouting slightly.

Sukuna says your name in a similar tone, mocking your facial expression.

You furrow your eyebrows, appalled by his audacity, before you snort. Bursting out in laughter, which is quickly joined in by Sukuna himself.

You wish you could stay like this forever, watching Sukuna open up in front of you. In a space close, intimate and sweet. Especially knowing it Sukuna you’re with. A man who doesn't really express anything but a scowl, which seems to be less true now that you’re spending time with him.

It feels like it’s more common to see him cracking a smile, even if it is a small one. Like right now, Sukuna’s laughing with you, a small blush on his cheeks, one that matches the color on the tips of his ears. It’s sweet, you love it.

You love him.

You love Sukuna.

You can feel your face turning hot, so you turn away, collecting yourself. “You should go get something to clean us up.” You look down on the sheets, dirty and wet. You scrunch your nose, “I feel gross.” You sigh, “And I totally need to study for finals.

Sukuna groans, “I take you out on a date, fuck your brains out, and you’re still thinking about school.” He wraps his arms around you, twisting you around so your back is to him. “You’re never fuckin’ happy.” He mumbles into your hair, pulling his sheets, over your body.

“Never happy.” You giggle back, “Actually, no, that’s a lie. If I saw you in a cowboy outfit, I’d be pretty happy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, sighing into your hair, “I’ll deal with this tomorrow, let me just rest for a few hours.”

“I’m probably going to get pregnant within those few hours.” You mumble underneath your breath, and Sukuna freezes.

“Holy, fuckin’ shit.” Suknua springs up, and it’s a bit funny, you’ve never seen him this panicked before. Well, it is for a good reason. “Fuck! I completely–” He presses his hand to his face, but he quickly composes himself. “Hey, this isn’t… all bad.” He slicks his hair back, “If it ever came down to it, I’m more than capable of–”

You’re expressionless, “Go get a towel.” You point at the door, and Sukuna is quick to follow your instructions… after sliding on some sweats. For all he knows, you could be the mother to his unborn future child. Which isn't at all true, you started birth control the moment you entered college. But, you haven’t told Sukuna this… yet.

You’re quick to push his sheets off your body, opening his closet and pulling one of his white shirts, draping it over your body. You move back to the bed, about to sit on it when you glance at the counter again. Everything from the study day is still there, your textbook, computer.

You giggle, even the sticky note Suknua… you blink a few times, the sticky note Sukuna wrote on, the one you couldn’t read because you didn’t have your glasses. You almost slip only your feet diving for it, holding it an inch away from your nose as you read the small note written on it.

I love you

You feel your chest burst, squeezing tightly with love and passion. You place the sticky note back down, reaching for a pencil and scribbling something right next to it. Only to slam the pencil back down, and sit on Sukuna’s bed as if nothing had happened.

Something happened.

Sukuna looks up from the towel in his hands, damp and dripping with water droplets. Resting underneath his free arm is a fresh blanket. Sukuna pauses at the door frame, raising an eyebrow at you, “Somethin’ wrong.” He steps inside.

“Nope.” You throw yourself back on his bed, your hair splayed out messily.

Sukuna drops the blanket on the floor. “I don’t believe you.” You’re about to ask why, but Sukuna beats you to it, “You’re smiling like a fuckin’ idiot. It’s scary.” He’s quick to drop to his knees, grabbing your ankle and sliding the towel over your legs. Cleaning you up gently.

You’re smiling? You didn’t even notice.

You push yourself up, your palms pressing into the sheets of his bed. You watch with admiration as Sukuna slides the damp towel over your body, the water is warm. It feels good. Your eyes never leave him, and Sukuna’s eyes never leave you.

You can’t stop yourself, you run your fingers through his soft hair, and the words are silent on your tongue. ‘I love you.’ When Sukuna finally looks up, he can see you’re already smiling at him. Eyes soft, your expression utterly relaxed and dipped with admiration. You blink a few times, “I just think I like you.”

Sukuna lashes flutter, they’re long and pink. He turns away from you, ears shaded in an ever so subtle pink. “Idiot.” He mumbles, dropping the towel to the floor. He pushes himself up, and you're quick to engulf him in your arms. Closing your eyes and humming the moment your body collides with his, he’s warm, he’s always warm. You can even feel his heart beating out of his chest, it’s so fast, it’s faster than yours.

When did your heart speed up so much?

When did Sukuna’s heart speed up so much?

It’s silent, it reminds you of so many moments where the two of you are silent. And, for what feels like for the first time, Sukuna is the one to break it, “I think…” He mumbles, and you hug him tighter. “I think I don’t ever want to be left alone again.”

Sukuna’s words feel real, raw. You nod into his shoulder, “Okay.” You close your eyes, smiling with happiness, “I won’t leave you.” It's silent again, and you want to fill it, “I’m sorry.” You mumble, “I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what to say.”

Sukuna shakes his head, and his hold around you grows tighter, “Your silence is enough.” He softly sighs into your shoulder, closing his eyes. He ador–loves how close the two of you are, even if no words are exchanged, there doesn't need for anything to be said.

“You’re enough.”

Final Chapter: Ch. 8 - Epilogue

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