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Toji is just too much

Not him stalking you but also being concerned about you trusting him so easily

Oh this story is great I’m 100% following for more~~~

♡₊˚🔪・₊✧ 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝘁. 𝟮₊˚🔪・₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 mdni 𖥔 obsessed at the first glance 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 FIVE ORGASMS HELP 𖥔 he's downright depraved for you 𖥔 toji is a certified p*ssy eater 𖥔 MDNI ffs

: ̗̀➛ word count: 3.7k

: ̗̀➛ notes: sorry ive been mia mamas, im currently depressed. here's part two yall have been waiting for. love u READ PART ONE HERE

Throughout dinner, your leg trembled incessantly, your gaze flitting to the clock every five minutes. The hunger to refute Toji's belief in the dominance of your bloodline churned in your stomach, causing it to growl. You needed to assert the fact that you were capable of making decisions.

Sure, the majority of your significant choices had been dictated by your parents. Whether it was forsaking art school to follow in your father's Ivy League footsteps or opting for low-calorie breakfasts to squeeze into yet another gala dress you didn't desire—

Alright, fine. Perhaps you weren't as adept at making your own decisions as you'd hoped. This realization dawned on you during your brief exchange with Toji, a stranger not listed on your parents' VIP list. 

It was a rebellious decision and it felt . . . great. 

“Hey, Dad?” 

Your father shifted his gaze towards you, perched at the head of the table while you and your mom sat across from him. “Yes, dear?”

“I... I'm not feeling great.” You’re seriously going to do this, huh?

“What's going on?” Your mother’s fork paused mid-air. 

You nervously rubbed your stomach, silently hoping they'd catch on to what you were trying to convey about your period. Your fingers stayed crossed under the table, hoping they'd buy your excuse. 

“Very well.” Your father cleared his throat, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “You can go rest for the night.” 

“Thank you,” you mumbled, hastily grabbing your purse and bolting out of the restaurant, the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears as you made a beeline for the elevator.

Standing outside Toji's suite on the twelfth floor was dreadful.  

Your fingers fumbled in your purse until they found the napkin, clutching it tightly as if it were a lifeline. 

Mentally, you battled against the urge to knock on the door. It felt absurd, this impulse to approach a stranger's room solely because of his allure—the way he towered over you, his muscles seemingly carved from stone, and those piercing eyes that seemed to peel away your facade layer by layer until you felt exposed to your very core. 

With each heartbeat, your stomach churned at the prospect of another mundane conversation where you'd merely be reduced to a run-of-the-mill woman. That's all you were to him, unlike the pretentious jerks who had been eyeing you judgmentally from across the dinner table.

Tapping on the door, you smoothed down your hair and subtly adjusted your bra, just in case things took a turn for the better. The door creaked open, revealing Toji, looking as intimidating and smug as ever.

You lifted a hand in greeting. “Hey—” Suddenly, your feet left the ground, and you found yourself tossed over Toji's shoulder like a rag doll. “What the fuck?” 

“Cursing suits you, sweetheart.” He carried you back to his room and plopped you onto his bed, settling over you. As you sank into the mattress, you covered your chest and turned your face away while he scrutinized you. “Did you eat?” 

“A bit.” 

“That eager to see me, doll?” 

“No,” you replied, unsure, but Toji easily detected your falsehood. “Did you eat?” 

“No.” 

“Just order room service.”

“I did.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead. “She’s here.” His lips ghosted over the curve of your ear. “And I’m fucking starving, sweetheart.” 

You blinked rapidly, your hands gripping his shoulders, the urge to push him away and retreat to your family dinner strong. 

“Why are you here?” Toji's breath brushed against your cheek, not quite a kiss but stirring something within you nonetheless, causing your legs to clench involuntarily.

“To talk,” you mumbled. “I also wanted to get to know you.”

“Is that so?” His chuckle was laced with mockery, causing you to shrink inward, hugging your elbows defensively. “Fine. You can ask me a total of five questions, and I'll answer with complete honesty.”

“Really?” Your eyes sparkled as they met his bemused gaze.

“On one condition.”

Your stomach twisted with apprehension. “What is it?”

“One orgasm for every question.”

Your lips pursed, your muscles tensed, and you were overwhelmed by his condition. Could a woman actually achieve five consecutive orgasms? Especially one who had never experienced sex and struggled with self-pleasure? Was Toji capable of such feats? Was he worth getting to know?

He nonchalantly played with your hair, waiting for your answer. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking behind that signature smirk that never slipped from his lips. 

His lips. 

You wanted to kiss that scar. You wanted to know how he’d gotten it. You really wanted to get to know him. You just didn’t know why. It wasn't as though you could bring him home to meet your family; he didn't fit the mold they expected. He didn't match the conventional standards of appearance, even though he perfectly matched yours. Yet, his personality had an undeniable charm that captivated you.. And his personality was charming to you. If you couldn’t have his soul, at least you could have his body.  And you had a feeling he wanted the same.

“Okay,” you finally said. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mm-hmm.” Before he could move, you pushed your palms against his chest. “But I’m a virgin. So, don’t . . . you know.” 

“Sweetheart, I’m not fucking you yet.” Yet. That word made your stomach roll. “I told you I was starving, and my dinner is between these pretty legs.” His rough hand smoothed up your thigh. “Now, be a good fucking girl and pull your dress up for me.” 

As he rose, your gaze lifted with his, perched back on his knees. Nerves fluttered within you, but you pushed them down. With a steady hand, you grasped the edge of my dress, feeling its fabric between your fingers, and began to lift it, slowly revealing what lay beneath. “Wait. Is it going to hurt? Orgasming five times?” 

“You might pass out.” 

“But I’ve got an early lecture tomorrow.” 

“Then I suggest you better hurry if you want your answers, doll. I want to take my sweet time savoring you.” Toji winked, and your legs quivered. 

With a nervous gulp, you lifted my dress, exposing your thighs and panties to him. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you focused on the ceiling, pretending it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Ignoring the itch on your cheek, you dared not move. 

Toji’s cuffed your ankles, urging your legs upward, causing them to bend. His large hands rested on your knees, spreading them apart. Glancing down, you met his intense gaze as he lowered his head. “You’re already so wet, sweetheart.” 

You clenched your jaw. “First question.” 

“Shoot.” His lips grazed the soft skin of your inner thighs. You sucked in a sharp breath from the fluttering sensation, eyes closing as the blissful kisses continued ricocheting from one leg to the other. 

“Where do you work?” 

Toji chuckled against your skin, the heat of his mouth brushing over your clothed sex.

You looked up and locked eyes with Toji, his gaze intense under his hooded lids. He playfully stuck out his tongue, tracing it along your most sensitive area, causing you to sink back onto the pillows, overcome with sensation. “Oh, God.” 

He teased you further, swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit, his laughter mingling with your pleasure as you writhed on the bed.

With a mischievous grin, he hooked his fingers into your panties, sliding them down your thighs. A soft whistle escaped him, his warm breath teasing your skin. “Here we go, baby,” he murmured, his fingers coated in your arousal, presenting it to you. “This is what I’m talking about.” He cleaned his fingers with a lick and urged your legs apart, ready to continue.

Toji's tongue expertly gathered your pre-cum as he licked and flicked your clit, trailing kisses from your entrance to the peak. His mouth widened, enveloping your pussy as he sucked eagerly. The pressure in your stomach intensified, akin to standing on the precipice of a cliff, as he held you firmly by the back of your shirt.

“Toji—”

“Hmm?” He moaned, intensifying his suction and digging his nails into your thighs. With a loud pop, he released, then swiftly resumed lapping at your clit. The stimulation sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, wailing moans drowning out your breaths.

Sensing your impending climax, you felt the tension building in your stomach, his palm pressing down to restrain you. “Toji— Toji— I'm so close. God, I'm so close!”

“Are you?” Toji asked as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. The moment a scream escaped you, your hands flew to your mouth. With his hands, he lifted your hips and thrust his warm, delicious tongue in and out of you, resembling a panting dog.  He felt your tight, soft walls clench him in, the tip of his palette probing every sweet spot inside of you. 

You climaxed with a cry, clutching the back of his hair as he eagerly consumed every drop of your orgasm. The cherry on top was a gentle peck to your clit. 

“Fucking hell,” he said, sitting back up and wiping a thumb across his wet lips. “That’s my pussy now, sweetheart.”

You know what? You weren't even going to argue against that statement. Your body still trembled, your legs spasming and toes curling even without his touch. Just seeing his imposing figure, his tongue swiping across his lips where your essence lingered, ignited a primal urge within you—no, a desperate need for him once more.

“Your answer,” you whispered, straightening out your legs for a break. 

“I’m an entrepreneur.” 

Your heart skipped at his answer. “Really? Do you have your own company?” 

“Sort of. It’s a private business. My clients consist of politicians and men and women in powerful positions like your mother. I aid them with the process of maintaining their positions without any external hindrances.” 

“That’s . . . ” And here you assumed he was modest. “. . . great.” Clearing your throat, you poised your next question. “Where do you live?” 

“Right now, I’m thinking of moving here.” He gave your sore cunt a playful slap.

“Toji!” 

That playful laugh made you blush, stifling a giggle. He was just too charming, and you were quickly becoming smitten.

“Take off your dress,” he instructed.

You complied, this time with confidence, slipping it over your head and tossing it aside as if it were worth twenty dollars instead of two hundred.

Toji admired the sight of you laid out before him, silently congratulating himself for reaching this point since he first laid eyes on you this morning. Part of him was frustrated at how easily it all unfolded, at your naivety in accepting a stranger's invitation. But he resolved to work on fortifying your defenses in the future. He had so much he wanted to teach you, to unleash the beautiful creature hidden within you. Oh, he was going to enjoy every moment with you.

Leaning over your body, Toji yanked down your bra, freeing your breasts from the confines. “Fuck me. Look at these gorgeous tits.” He gathered them in his palms and buried his face in between. “Oh, fuck. You smell so good, sweetheart.” He kissed each nipple, his coarse tongue making you rub your feet together.  He sucked them into his mouth, moaning against your flesh, while holding your eyes. “Feels good, baby?” 

“Yes,” you breathed, clutching his hair as he continued to lavish attention on your hardened nipples, tugging them between his teeth and watching your breasts sway with each movement. “Toji?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you touch me there again?” 

“Your pussy?” 

You sighed quietly, his bluntness not surprising you. “Yes.”

“Thought you'd never ask.” His fingers trailed down to your hip, tracing patterns while he nibbled on your nipples. Your attention was split, but mostly fixed on the gentle caress over your intimate area. His fingertips quickly found your clit and began to rub it firmly.

You sank into the softness of the sheets, unable to contain your moans. His touch was everywhere, igniting every sensitive spot on your body with his lips and hands. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he slid two fingers inside you, causing your chest to arch, pressing your breast closer to him.

Breaking away from your nipple, he started leaving a necklace of marks on your neck, each pinch of his teeth jolting you as your body jerked with his fingers driving in and out of you. His thumb abused your clit with quick circles, squelching sounds echoing in the room. 

It took another minute before you were coming down again, slathering his fingers with your mess. 

Toji spoke, but your pounding heartbeat drowned out his words.

“What?” you asked, squinting as if you'd had a bit too much to drink.

“Sundale Apartments. Unit 20. That's where I live.”

You struggled to focus, trying to absorb the information through your haze. “Cool,” you managed.

“Had enough?” he asked.

“No,” you replied, gripping his biceps. You realized his fingers were still caressing you intimately. “God, okay. Next question. Uh, do you have a fam—?”

“No.”

Suddenly alert, you snapped out of your daze. He withdrew his hand and placed it on your waist, as if steadying himself from your question. There was no hint of amusement in his expression. “Moving on. Have you ever been in a relationship before?”

“Why? You planning on playing house with me, sweetheart?” 

You blushed and shook your head, even though in your mind, you envisioned cozy evenings, shared mugs, and Taco Tuesdays. You were a hopeless romantic at heart.

Toji fell to his side, laying straight. “Sit on my face.” 

“Huh?” you replied, taken aback.

“I want seconds of my pussy.” 

When you were too terrified to move, Toji pulled onto his chest. You straddled it, your previous orgasm absorbing into his t-shirt. 

He gripped your ass and tugged you forward until you were inches from his chin. “Grab the headboard.” 

You did and quickly sent a prayer that you’d survive. He told you to sit comfortably again, making you drag your folds from his chin to his mouth. 

Toji had a firm hold on your ass in case you suffocated him. He took a deep whiff of your cunt, already tonguing the juices leaking like dew-drops from leaves. “What I wouldn’t do to wake up to this every morning.” 

You stifled a giggle. “Does that mean you want to play home with me, Toji?” 

“Want me to build it for us? I'm pretty good with my hands.” He left a sweet, small kiss to your sore clit, making you sigh. 

Us. 

For the next ten minutes, he pleasured you consistently, thrusting his tongue inside you, driving you to grind against his mouth. He slurped, lapped, sucked at your pussy like he’d just discovered an oasis in a never ending dessert. He’d slap at your ass if you tried to sit up to give him room to breathe, warning you to stay fucking put. 

Your third climax left you limp like a ragdoll, your forehead colliding with the headboard as he cleaned you up. “I can’t do this anymore, Toji.”  

Toji chuckled and gently tapped your back, signaling for you to move so he could sit up. “I’ve only ever fucked around. Never been the committed type.” His fingers trailed lightly across your cheek, drawing your gaze to him. “Think you can change me?” 

“Godspeed to me.” 

His laughter was infectious, and soon you found yourself joining in, your body relaxing against his. He caught you and pulled you onto his lap. “One last question. Choose wisely.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder and tenderly cupped his cheek. “Could you kiss me?”

The wickedness in his eyes softened to match the gentleness in yours. He tentatively licked his lips, lowering his head as though unsure of how to proceed. Mimicking his movement, you leaned in, gently pressing your lips against his.

Toji drew in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as he observed your closed eyes intently. He had never kissed anyone before, especially not on the lips. It was a rule he had adhered to despite numerous sexual encounters. If women tried to initiate kissing, he would rebuff them and leave without further engagement. He wasn’t the romantic type at all, and kissing was a universally romantic gesture. He preferred a good, no-strings-attached fucking. 

So how was it that you had already entangled him by simply existing? 

You broke away first and pecked his scar. He looked so vulnerable, and you wondered how many other sides of him existed aside from the cocky display. 

Toji lowered his eyes to your neck with several lovebites, some more on your tits, down to the stickiness between your legs. He had also disheveled your lipstick, your hair, and you.

“Can I ask another question?” you whispered. 

He doubted you had the stamina for another orgasm. If you did, he had thoroughly stretched you out to fuck you raw and long. 

Toji nodded. 

You smirked. “Do you have vodka and Diet Coke in your mini fridge?” 

He kissed your jaw. “And a bathtub that’s conveniently filled with warm water.” 

You didn't need much persuasion to join Toji in the tub. With him behind you, his legs on either side, you quietly sipped a drink that smelled of cleaning chemicals, feeling somewhat intoxicated by the circles he traced on your belly. His cigarette smoke mingled with the steam. As he took slow drags, you felt his breath against your skin.

“Speak,” he said gruffly. 

“Hmm?”

“Something’s on your mind.” 

You shook your head, unwilling to divulge the daily criticisms you faced as the hotel heiress. Trusting anyone with your personal struggles was a risk, and Toji wasn't someone you trusted, at least not with your thoughts.

His hand grabbed your jaw and started moving it up and down. “‘Oh, Toji. I’m just thinking about your big, fat cock pressing against my back—’”

“Stop,” you said while laughing, pushing his hand away. You were not not thinking about his big, fat friend poking your marrow. “Can’t a girl sit in silence with her thoughts?” 

“It’s pissing me the fuck off.” 

“Why?” 

Toji let out a sigh as he seized your drink from your grasp. Downing it swiftly, he placed the empty glass on the floor, tossing his used dart inside, like he had at the bar. “Got any more questions or something?” 

You looked up and met his piercing green eyes. He gently placed his hand on your neck and squeezed lightly. “I had a rough morning.” His hand lowered down to your chest and settled on your stomach again. “My father and I had another disagreement, and I can't stop replaying our conversation in my head. Today, I just feel more worthless than usual.” 

So much for not trusting Toji. 

“You’re not worthless, doll,” he assured you with a certainty that felt like it came from years of knowing you. “It’s the fuckers around you that make you feel that way. You won’t know your worth until you free yourself from those bastards.” 

“Don’t disrespect my father, Toji. You don’t know—”

“Any father who makes his daughter feel worthless is a bastard to me. Understand?” He removed his hand and started shifting back, causing you to unglue yourself from his chest.

In all his naked glory, he stepped out of the tub, and grabbed a towel to wrap around his hips. 

“Where are you going?” you asked, ignoring the flashes of his erection just moments ago. 

Nonchalantly, he replied, “To kill your father.” 

You almost threw up an organ exclaiming, “What?” 

He started chuckling at his sadistic, repulsive joke. Examining the scars on his back, the tattoo-covered sleeves on both arms, and the hollow, mocking gleam in his eyes as he looked down at you, his shadow looming over you, made you question your safety. “Do I scare you, doll?” 

“No,” you whispered, your eyelashes fluttering as if they couldn't bear to keep staring at him.

“I don’t like liars.” He placed one foot on the edge of the tub and leaned down, taking your chin and lifting it up. “Do I scare you?” 

“Right now, yes.” 

“Why are your nipples so hard?” 

You glanced down and covered your chest. “It’s cold.” Even if the water and the atmosphere was heated enough for sweat to break out on your forehead. 

“Didn't I make my perspective on liars clear enough?” His thumb traced over your lips where falsehoods hid. Instead of asking more questions, he pressed his thumb into your mouth, grunting at the warmth of your tongue.

“What are you do—”

“Suck it.” 

Your skin prickled as his thumb stayed motionless on your tongue, your lips enveloping his roughened flesh. With deliberate slowness, he began moving his digit in and out of your mouth, and you complied with his silent demand.

You sucked on his thumb, careful not to scrape your teeth against his skin. A deep grunt escaped him as you choked slightly on how deeply he penetrated. What thoughts were swirling in his mind? Why did you want him to bring his dirty fantasies to life? What was it about him that sent a delicious dose of fright down your spine? 

“On your knees,” he commanded. 

You knelt before him as he withdrew his thumb, his hand encircling your neck. Leaning in, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, engulfing your skilled tongue with his own. Your arms instinctively wound around his neck as he effortlessly lifted you from the water, carrying you bridal style and placing your bare ass on the cold counter. Your legs entwined around his hips, lips locked together as he continued to explore the depths of your mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Toji spun on his heel, grabbing a fresh towel. 

“Dry yourself then get dressed. You don’t want that bastard to interrogate you. I want you gone when I’m back.” 

You scoffed. What the actual fuck? One minute he’s counting your orgasms, taking a warm bath with you, shoving his damn thumb in your mouth then following up with a kiss of a lifetime, and now he’s gone cold. 

Toji gave you a once-over, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, before exiting the bathroom. 

You slumped back against the mirror. “What the fuck did you do, Y/N?”

Oh my 🫣

This is gonna make me act up

He’s just so finnneeeeee😭

Coming Down pt.1

summary: you seduce your exes drug dealer and your pussy takes a beating for it

pairing: drug dealer sukuna x fem reader

content MDNI: drugs, vaginal sex, slight foot fetish, car sex, mating press, squirting, dacryphilia, fingering, spitting, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex

listen to coming down by The Weeknd.

You stare at your phone, scrolling through his insta. He’s so sexy, you want to sink your teeth into him. You were bored, scrolling through your exes following to see who he follows, you didn’t mean to stumble upon his fucking drug dealer but you did.

You bite your lip at the video of him lifting weights, the video has over 3,000 likes and so many thirsty fucking comments. His followers at 6,000 with a following of twenty five, your ex being one of the people he follows.

You scroll some more to a picture of him flicking off the camera, bottom lip between his teeth. Yeah you have to have him.

You view his story, videos of weed and him listing prices, then a picture of his little brother sitting on his shoulders as he takes a picture of them in the mirror. It’s so fucking cute, you send a like.

Part one of your plan is complete, now you take a few pictures. You take a mirror pic of you in nothing but some spiderman pajama shorts and a little white tank top, the hem just above your belly button.

You bite the tip of your finger with your glasses perched on your nose and post it. Then you take a picture of your feet, your toes with fresh acrylic and french tips, diamond anklet sitting against your ankle.

Like a moth to a flame, he views your story. Much to your disappointment, he doesn’t like the posts so you move to phase three.

You don’t smoke, nor do you know shit about weed really but you fake it till you make it and send a dm.

@/y/n.l/n: can I buy off you?

@/kunaitadori: sure, what you want

@/y/n.l/n: weed…

@/kunaitadori: yeah no shit, but like how much

@/y/n.l/n: enough to smoke?

@/kunaitadori: are you a fed?

@/y/n.l/n: 😐do I look like a fed?

@/kunaitadori: nah but you sure as fuck talk like one

@/y/n.l/n: listen mr.weedman, I’m just a girl.

@/kunaitadori: you’re actually my worst customer

@/y/n.l/n: k, so where can I pick it up?

@/kunaitadori: I’ll sell you an eighth, meet me behind the mall on Morioka. Bring ¥3,886.86 ($25)

@/y/n.l/n: k girl, I can be there in ten minutes.

He simply sends a thumbs up on the text and you smile. You spray some perfume, pull your hair from its braid and put on some sandals.

It takes you ten minutes to get there, the parking lots dead and empty. Your fingers tap the steering wheel, humming along to the music playing. You check your phone but he hasn’t said anything else.

You freeze when you see headlights, they shine on you until they’re being turned off and you can make out the white Scat Pack pulling up. He just knows it you from the pink car detailing down to the Sanrio stickers.

You turn your car off and open the door, slowly walking up to him and he rolls down the window. Your stomach does flips, he’s so hot. He holds up a small plastic bag with what you guess is weed. You frown looking at it.

“How am I suppose to smoke that?” You ask and he looks at you like you’re an idiot.

“You roll it…”.

“Won’t it just crumble?” you asks and he actually thinks you’re the dumbest person he’s encountered. He’s torn between laughing at you and just outright telling you you’re stupid.

“Get in,” he says and you internally smile to yourself as you walk around to the passenger side and climb in.

The car smells so fucking good, like him with hints of weed and the black ice air freshener that hangs from the rear view mirror. Your hands are in your lap as he pulls out rolling paper. You watch him set the weed inside of it.

“You should probably try cones, they’re basically pre rolled. You just gotta put the weed inside and close the end” he says, you really don’t give a fuck, you’re too focused on his fingers as they roll it up, eyes moving to his tongue when he starts licking up the sides. Your thighs squeeze together.

“Do they come in pink?” you ask.

“Yeah, does it matter though?” He asks.

“Well if I’m gonna smoke, I want to at least look cute doing it,” you say. He’s actually baffled by you but he ignores it so he can ask you the one question that’s been nagging at him.

“Have we met before? You look so familiar,” he says, there’s a possibility you have from when Geto was your boyfriend but you don’t recall. You find it hard to believe not being able to recall someone this sexy but you were a loyal girlfriend.

“Don’t think so,” you hum as he rolls down the windows and lights the blunt. He takes the first hit since he did all the work, then passes it to you.

You stare at it awkwardly, before putting it to your lips and start to smoke it the way you would a cigarette. He shakes his head at you and chuckles, you’re so fucking amusing.

“You gotta inhale that shit and hold it then exhale,” he says and you nod, giving it another try. You inhale way too fucking much and start choking.

Once you stop coughing, he grabs the blunt from you, making you watch him. He inhales for a few seconds and holds it, his fingers grasp your chin and he leans over.

You think he’s going to kiss you as you open your mouth but his lips ghost over your, blowing smoke into your mouth.

“Swallow” he says and you do.

Not even God can pull you out of this car till you fuck this man.

He blows out several rings of smoke, before you give it another shot. You finally start to get the hang of it and decide to be bold, you climb into his lap.

He doesn’t stop you either, as you inhale and hold it. Your lips ghost over his and you blow into his mouth, he blows it out and against your lips. You beam at him feeling proud of yourself. You crush it against the ashtray in the cup holder and look up at him innocently.

“Thank you, mr. weedman,” you say sweetly, grabbing his large veiny hands and moving them to slide down the curves of your ass.

You feel how hard he’s getting underneath you, eyes glued to you and that sweet fucking smile. You slowly grind against him, arms wrapping lazily around him. Your fingers playing with the pink hair at the nape of his neck.

He leans down to kiss you but you stop him, putting a finger against his lips and shaking your head. Your fingers reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and his arms move so you can pull it off him.

He tosses it and your palms flatten against his abs, taking in the tattoos that litter his arms and abdomen. You feel his muscles contract under your touch and your pussy flutters.

You lean over him till your lips are against his neck and you press little kisses until your tongue starts licking at the skin and then blow on it.

His hands squeeze your ass, indicating he likes it. You start sucking on the skin and licking it in repetition till there’s little red marks forming.

You sit-up on him till you’re hovering over him, your tongue licks the curves of his lips before he opens them and your mouth greedily devours his.

Your tongues brush roughly as you grind against his abdomen, desperate for his touch but you want this to be memorable. You want him to go home with nothing but you on his mind.

Your lips leave his and you spit into his mouth, a string of salvia connecting you two until he greedily swallows and slams his lips against yours.

He crushes you against him, arms leaving your ass and engulfing you. He’s shoving you down against the bulge in his pants and you moan.

“So fucking slutty,” he grunts, and it does something to you. His arms loosen so he can lift your tank top up. He quickly unhooks your bra and groans at the sight of your tits, silver metal bars screwed into a star around each nipple.

Thumbs graze over each and you shudder. He leans down and sucks on one while his hand squeezes your other.

You moan feeling his tongue graze your nipple before he sucks it like he’s depraved and then he moves to the other one. His tongue drags across your tits and he starts sucking into the soft flesh returning the hickies you left him.

He pulls away and looks at you with a serious expression, hands moving to grip your waist.

“If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you,” he says and you lean over him, lips pressed against his ear.

“So fuck me,” you whisper before your tongue drags up the tip of his ear.

“Get in the back,” he says patting your ass and you grin, lifting up and climbing over the center console. You feel a sharp slap to your ass as you climb into the back.

He leaves the car and opens the back door, climbing in. It’s slightly cramped but you’re not leaving till he thoroughly fucks you. When you want something you get it.

His palm flattens against your belly and he pushes you back gently. He’s kneeled between your bent legs, his fingers hook onto the waist band of your little shorts and tug them off with your panties.

You’re naked underneath him and he wishes he could see you, it’s too dark streetlights barely illuminating your silhouettes. He tosses them to the front and you hiss feeling his fingers touch your cunt, you’re fucking soaked.

“So fucking wet,”he breathes his thumb pressing against your clit and he starts rubbing it. You moan feeling that flutter from the lazy strokes he gives until he pushes a finger inside of you.

“More” you whine and he fucks another one into you. His strokes are slow but deep, feeling the soft walls of your pussy clamp against them. He curves them and you cry out, squeezing your tits in frustration when he touches that one spot.

“So fucking desperate, it’s pathetic,” he says and his fingers slam into you. Your toes curl as his fingers pummel into you at inhuman speed, the sounds of your cunt filling the car. Little drops spray out and it makes him feral.

His fingers fuck you until you’re squirting all over them, cum dripping down his wrist and your leg lifts, foot pressing into his shoulder and he grabs it.

His tongue licks at your toes, before sucking on them while his fingers drill into you, till you’re spraying the leather seats again. You sigh when he pulls out of you, your body’s exhausted as he presses kisses to the arch of your foot and licks at the skin before setting it down.

You hear his belt buckle and get wetter. He’s sliding his pants and boxers down, till his cock springs free. Its fucking hard and angry in his hands as he glides it up and down your folds. You cry at the sensitivity, beads of pre cum mixing with your squirt.

He circles your clit with the tip repeatedly, and your hips grind up desperate to take him inside you.

“Gonna let me fuck the filth outta you?,” he asks and you nod desperately.

“Please,” you beg feeling his cock slap your pussy and you moan.

“This pussy’s gonna take a beating,” he says making your nipples painfully harder and you inhale when you feel his tip line up at your enterance. He’s not sweet or gentle when he rams into you, you cry from the pain and the pleasure.

“So fucking tight, she needs a hard nasty fuck,” he says still pushing inside of you. Your eyes cross, feeling him stretch you out.

You feel so full, the pleasure shooting to your clit. You need him to live inside of you, this feelings too good, too overwhelming, you bite into your arm and he pulls out.

You full on sob when he rams back into you, his cock bullies into your cervix like he wants to break you.

He’s gripping your thighs and folding your legs back till they’re against your chest and you scream at this new angle as he drills into you, his skin slapping against yours and the squelching of your sopping cunt has your eyes bawling.

You’re drooling at this point, mentally checking out as he fucks into you, uses you, destroys you. His grunts sending tremors through you as you stare at your anklet dangling over his shoulder.

“Sweetest” thrust. “Fucking” thrust. “Pussy” thrust.

He slides your legs back down and pulls out his phone.

“Gonna show everyone how slutty you are, how sweet this pussy is, swallowing me like a filthy fucking slut,” he says and you let him.

The flash turns on and he grows harder at the sight of your body, sweaty skin and the way his cock ruts into your drenched pussy.

“You like being fucked stupid?” He asks , the camera on your face and you nod with tears in your eyes. He moves it down to where your bodies connect and you sit up.

The sight of him fucking into you makes you lose it and you cry out, letting go. Tremors rack through you and you convulse around him, squirting everywhere.

“Fucking crybaby,” he says beating into you like he said he would, your head slamming into the door with each thrust.

He doesn’t give a fuck when your hands fly down trying to push him off from the overstimulation. His hand presses down on your stomach feeling your pussy clamp against him.

“Why are you crying, you asked for it,” he grunts leaning down and licking up the tears flowing down your cheeks. You repeatedly convulse around him, liquid being fucked straight out of you. Your body aches, you’re drenched in sweat, your hairs a mess and your glasses are crooked. He thumbs your clit and slaps it.

“You think this nasty pussys had enough?” He asks and you nod biting your lip. You think you’ll die if he forces another orgasm out of you.

He stops recording and throws his phone to the floor before he leans down and kisses your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl, letting me fuck you senseless, but I need you to cum one more time, baby,” he says and you cry, his thumb attacks your clit until you’re practically seizing around him, clenching down on him and being drained of whatever’s left inside you, he grunts and his head falls back, blowing his load inside of you.

The last thing you feel is him painting your pussy white before you black out.

You feel gentle tapping against your cheek and your eyes open, it takes a few minutes to remember what happened as you sit up.

“You okay?” He asks and you nod. You hiss touching the top of your head, it hurts and so does your neck. He grabs your face and puts his flash on making sure you’re not concussed.

“I’m sorry,” you say and his brows furrow.

“Your seats,” you say staring down at the seats drenched in your bodily fluids and feeling the cum that’s dripping from your pussy.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” he says grabbing your clothes. He slides your shorts up your legs and then with your help, puts your bra on you followed by your tank top.

You wait for the post nut clarity to hit but it doesn’t come, in fact something much worse does. You like him.

You watch him put his clothes on and you both get out the car.

You pull your money from your pocket and hand it to him, he chuckles shaking his head.

“On the house,” he says making you nod and he hands you the rest of your weed but you shake your head.

“I got what I came for, and it wasn’t the weed,” you say standing on your toes to lick at the skin of his neck before you pull away and walk to your car.

You let out a relieved sigh once you get in, in desperate need of a hot bubble bath. Your body’s sore and undoubtedly bruised but you’ve never been fucked like that before, never been so degraded or overstimulated. You can still feel him inside of you, his lips on yours, his hands all over your body.

And when you’re finally home after a much needed bath and in a fresh set of pjs you unlock your phone to several notifications.

kunaitadori started following you

the ONLY girl he follows

your breathing hitches and even more so when you see he’s liked every single one of your twenty three posts.

cute he comments on a picture of you dressed as Lola bunny from space jam last Halloween.

you open your dms to see he’s sent a picture so you open it and laugh at the sight of him holding your panties up to the camera.

@/y/n.l/n: I’d like those back

@/kunaitadori: nah, I’ll keep them

@/y/n.l/n: perv

@/kunaitaori: crybaby

you grin at the phone, flip onto your stomach, pulling your shorts down before taking a pic of your ass in white lace and sending it to him.

@/y/n.l/n: I have more

@/kunaitadori: I want those too

@/y/n.l/n: night perv

@/kunaitadori: night squirt

Your face bruns red and you lock your phone.

I fear I’m becoming a sukuna writer. Gojo baby I’m sorry! Pt.2 coming (once again I’ve been convinced)

Poor poor baby😭😭😭

Honestly I’m surprised that Satoru isn’t blaming Suguru for everything because it would be so easy to do so even if Satoru himself was negligent

Especially since before she shut down she clung to Satoru, it would be interesting to see how that would go down honestly

Could you write a continuation of yandere satosugu where the reader lived and they try everything to help her get better and care for her?

| making up for mistakes | yandere satosugu x reader |

-> continuation of the first part: link 🔗

you had survived the almost suicide attempt you so carefully & yet so carelessly attempted. you were sure you weren’t getting up after this. damn it you made sure to hit your head hard, you could see blanks, you could see stars in your eyes until it all faded to a peaceful nothing-ness.

now, you’re awake again. nothing hurts. you know they must’ve told their friend shoko to aid in your injuries. you feel like you’ve woken up from a long slumber. unwanted as it may be… it does make you feel eerily refreshed. you stretch your limbs from the bed, they’re going to kill you for this. kill you for hampering with their property. oh well — at this point you’re fine with it. what’s it going to do? hurt you. pain is all there is they could ever offer anyways. maybe you can scream out and wish it gets over. that’s all you set your mind to.

you look to the side, the curtains are open and there is a little drizzle of snow. it brings a smile to your face. what if you hadn’t been kidnapped? it would’ve been so fun to hop into one of the lovely cafes you like & order some hot cocoa. put both your hands and wrap them around the ceramic of the hot cup and exhale in utter relaxation of the aroma the sweet cafe has to offer. oh… happy days.

its nauseating what your life is now, wrapping a blanket around yourself and checking down below. you are wearing clothes, decent clothes… not the sultry, slutty ones that satoru forces you to wear. you feel like you could throw up when the reminder occurs again. beaten up like you were nothing but an animal, throwing up in pain and anxiety--

"there we go! princess! awake! oh my god!" satoru comes in and hugs you tightly, his bulky arms wrapping against you, he doesn't let your mind have the time to panic. besides, satoru was... not the one who inflicted you that pain. even though he did nothing about it, in a moment of pure misery, your mind would latch on to him for comfort. "baby- you scared daddy, please don't do that ever again. fuck! i thought i lost you." you could hear the heartbeats on your snow haired man, they were ragged and reminded of the same panic you once bore.

"sorry." your eyes lack all emotions, just a soft murmur escaping you. the haunting realization that you were alive was eating you up. even so, it was your soul that had died. it's the dejected way you answered that makes satoru panic even more. immediately at your knees, leaning against your thighs and mumbling soft apologies, tears wetting your skin. "please baby, I'm so sorry, i should never have let that happen... you did a mistake that's all! you- you- pissed us off." he shakes his head, hugging you tightly.

your hands robotically landed across his hair, caressing. "it's okay, i did wrong, i understand."

your responses were making him nauseous, he hated seeing you in pain, but suguru always says its something that's needed. why is it needed? you're not an animal, are you? the ways with which satoru and suguru try to 'discipline' their toy they are delusional enough to call their lover is insane.

"i got breakfast, little one." now, your heart sinks. you hear the voice of the man who did this to you, mothering, now that his rage is faded into pure, eviscerating guilt. "you have no idea the joy it gives me seeing you awake." suguru hums, and you latch onto satoru, hugging him tightly. satoru's heart skips a beat. this was not the first time you had reached out to him, yet, you did it by your own. it gives him a sick sense of protectiveness. "he wouldn't do anything to ya baby, suguru loves you too." he reminds, looking at a devastated suguru.

"please don't hurt yourself again, angel" suguru hums, leaning in and kissing your forehead. it makes you sick to your stomach, how they treat you right now. you know that whatever you did yielded no results. and they are ever so careful about the same. you're pretty sure you'd have either of them by your side at all times.

"let's go and eat, suguru's made your favorite!" satoru chirps, happily holding you princess-style and going to the dining area. your eyes wandered to the other room on the way, the same room where this all happened, it's making you panic internally. the grotesque reminder of how they treated you. you're about to throw up again.

as soon as satoru puts you down, you run to throw up in disgust, nothing comes out except a few drops of water. your stomach is empty as is. a large, looming hand caresses your back. "I'm sorry, angel. please relax." suguru-- it's suguru...

"i'm sorry." you answered, "i am so sorry." you nodded to get back to the dining area, you should know better than to be with satoru. its not like suguru wouldn't do anything he wants anyways... you'd just like to have some comfort over it.

luckily for you, the breakfast went fine, you were eating quietly, while satoru just observed you. how uncomfortable you looked, the subtle shift in your demeanor. every tiny thing. suguru is essentially doing the same, gazing at your way and observing you. "you look beautiful." suguru comments, and you force a smile from the deepest pits of your psyche. "thank you, suguru."

you know he's ticked off, you need to call them 'daddy' and you're here, addressing them by their first names. sigh... they just have to help you heal, there isn't anything they can do about it really. they pushed you this far, and they should make up for it.

however, as days turn into weeks, satoru and suguru are forced to face the haunting realization that your mental and physical health is worsening. you barely eat, barely talk... you just, stare into the nothingness of empty spaces. satoru has avoided missions to take care of you. he is by your side, sleeps next to you, kisses your forehead, helps you take a shower. while earlier, you tried to at least pretend and work with it. answer however you could, talk to them, fake your smiles, now its nothing. you barely talk.

this time, satoru has a mission to take care of, but suguru is the one who's spending time with you. gently placing you on the bathtub, caressing your forearm, massaging it, decorating it with petals. "there we go little girl, there we go. feels nice?" he coos, and when you don't respond, sighs weakly. he wishes he could at least hear something out of you. when he sees you immersed in auto-pilot, he hums by himself; "yes, yes it is." he has to talk to himself in hopes that its you talking to him. "you know, me and satoru... we were thinking a trip to Italy sounds nice, or maybe Paris.." you used to love travelling, he hopes that would utter out a response from you. NOTHING comes out of you however. that makes suguru's heart break a little, "or maybe, anywhere that you like." he hums, sighing.

"angel?" he asks softly, leaning in and kissing your neck, maybe that would at least earn some leaning back. your resistance...

none.

"talk to me for fucks sake!" suguru snarls, glaring hard at you. you don't even flinch at that, contrary to your earlier flinching and tweaking. a sigh escapes him and then comes bubbling tears. he has truly fucked you up. the haunting realization finally hits him. he can't live with it anymore... it's choking the very fiber of his being.

the rest of the shower passes by in a haze, and suguru is quiet, tears dripping from his face. "what should i do so that you become normal again?" he asks again, pouting and begging with his eyes. no response...

he gets up after tucking you in bed. the dark circles in your eyes are an explicit example of how less you're sleeping. sometimes you wake up with irritating nightmares, screaming and crying. that's the only moment when satoru and suguru are welcomed by your affections.

suguru sighs, he needs to win you this time. or maybe... what's that called? stockholm syndrome?

or maybe, he needs to discuss with satoru about erasing your memory...

or maybe, he needs a curse that can shove your memory off and then they can date you.. from scratch...

either way, they're not leaving you. anytime soon.

I love Kakashi sooo much

He’s such a good man I didn’t even know there was hate around him like that

A reminder that the first thing Kakashi did after getting revived was looking for Naruto

This man here, literally just came back from death, chakra depleted and all and he only had one thought on his mind "finding and helping his kid" and as tired as he ought to be, he carried him on his back all the way to the village

Recalling Naruto's words when they first met, acknowledging and being proud of him that he achieved his dreams and telling him not once.. but twice that he did such a good job.

And still some ppl accuse this man of being a bad sensei!!

Edit: before you think about leaving another negative comment or reblog we already discussed why Kakashi is not a bad Sensei and replied to everything you're probably going to say here.

I love this~

Snow leopards are my favorite animals and like all forms of big cats as well so Satoru being a snow leopard hybrid and Suguru being and black leopard hybrid is the best thing ever to me~

I can’t wait to read more~~~

Thinking about adopting a bonded hybrid pair from your local rescue shelter, a snow leopard named Satoru and a black leopard named Suguru...

When you first planned on adopting a hybrid, you had expected just getting one...going to the shelter, there were so many there! Tons of puppy hybrids, cat hybrids, even exotic hybrids...there were so many options for you, yet as you walked through the exhibits for the creatures, one stuck out to you. It wasn't with the rest of the hybrid enclosures, this one was isolated. The exotic hybrids were already in a separate part of the building, since they had quite a few. They had a big black wolf hybrid with a scar on his lip, a tiger hybrid that had scary red eyes, a beautiful melanistic fox hybrid with navy eyes, and several more exotic hybrids that were one of a kind for sure. But this one was different, this exhibit had a big sign on the front of its description for adopters.

WARNING: BONDED PAIR. BOTH MUST BE TOGETHER IF PURCHASED, NO EXCEPTIONS. REFUSAL OF SALE IF NOT COMPLIED WITH.

Huh, a bonded pair...that was unusual for sure. Most of these hybrids were solitary, for the most part. Of course some of them were extremely extroverted and loved other hybrids and people, but none of them were bonded to another...this piqued your curiosity. As you walked to the viewing of this bonded pair, you were amazed at the beauty of these hybrids.

Two leopards, both so different. One was a giant fluffy snow leopard hybrid, soft white ears and a beautiful spotted tail. He had gorgeous blue eyes, piercing through your soul as you gazed at him. He seemed energetic, running around the other leopard and seemingly trying to provoke him into playing. The other leopard was a melanistic black leopard, a charcoal black set of ears and tail to match...hauntingly beautiful. He had long, silky black hair, and sleek, dark brown eyes with a sharp jawline. He was larger than the other leopard, if only by a little bit. His demeanor was far more composed than the snow leopard, calmly grooming himself and tail flicking in agitation from the other leopard's antics. How bizarre, a pair of leopards that were bonded? And both male? That was very odd..but intriguing as well. You decided to test your luck with the giant hybrids, asking what their price was and signing legal documents to take them into your care.

Life with the two leopards was...interesting to say the least. While one of them seemed to be all over you and in your space 24/7, the other one behaved like a regular house cat, minding his own business and sunbathing in your bedroom most days. Satoru, as you've learned, the snow leopard, is incredibly chaotic and unashamed, always rubbing up against you and purring so loud you think the house is moving around. He has no concept of personal space, laying his larger head in your lap and kneading at your thighs and body like some kind of pillow. He was affectionate, though, which you did appreciate to some extent. He was also incredibly spoiled, expecting your constant attention, wanting you to play with him, and yowling and whining when you refused. Suguru on the other hand, the black leopard, was the opposite. You didn't have to worry about him strowing toys all over the house or tearing up your furniture with his large claws, the massive hybrid was content and peaceful as long as he had a place to bask in the sun and was fed adequately and on time. He was affectionate too, in his own ways. Suguru loved to lay on the couch next to you, tail swishing back and forth as he purred next to you. He also loved you to read to him, often bringing you a book that interested him off of your shelf and asking you politely to read some chapters to him. He also was very fond of head scratches, a deep rumbling purr coming out of the man as you stroked his ears and ran your hands through his long hair. However, when Satoru would intervene with your reading sessions, demanding his owner to play with him, Suguru would growl and swat at the white haired hybrid, hissing and asking him to bother something else for a while. You giggled, watching your usual calm and polite hybrid being aggravated with his white counterpart.

You no longer had a bed to yourself anymore, your regular full sized bed being replaced with a California King sized bed to fit in two incredibly large hybrid men into your bed. They both refused to sleep anywhere but your bed at night, which wasn't surprising for Satoru since he was a spoiled brat, but even Suguru didn't agree with sleeping anywhere else. You eventually gave up trying to fight this, as you spent too many nights with no sleep due to the pair of leopards sitting outside your bedroom door and yowling all night, scratching at your door and refusing to leave until they were allowed in. Suguru slept on your right side, turned over on his side and purring himself to sleep beside you with no issues at all. Satoru was another story. Every night, without fail, the snow leopard would roll over and press his large frame right up next to you, whining and asking you to scratch his back for him and soothe him to sleep. He would pout, claiming he couldn't sleep without being scratched by you, even though you knew this wasn't true. You gave in every night, sighing in annoyance and letting him drape himself over your tummy to scratch at the males back until you felt him drift off to sleep, purring away. They also loved to groom you, licking their prickly tongues against your face and arms, sniffing you and not stopping the constant licking until they both were satisfied with your "scent" as they said. They were strange, but you couldn't live without them at this point, too attached to the overgrown house cats.

Unfortunately, the shelter failed to inform you that hybrids still had heats, just like regular animals did....you were shocked, to say the least, when you came home to see Satoru completely nude and panting, rubbing his hips against what appeared to be your pillow. Suguru wasn't far off, laying in your bed and whimpering, stroking his incredibly large cock while his ears twitched. After the initial shock (and borderline stroke you had seeing your pets in this condition), you found out through Google that hybrids did in fact still have heat cycles. Calling up the shelter, you were given basic information on how to handle it and help them through it.

"Oh, uh just buy them some sex toys, and make sure that they aren't scenting your stuff, oh also, don't let them out of the house...."

So now, your house is inhabited by 2 giant horny hybrids. You try everything you can, buying them both numerous sex toys to use and play with, making sure they stay OUT of your room this time, and having to endure listening to them whine and pant and growl, begging you for something, you couldn't really understand what they were wanting, but you're trying your best. You can't deny that the 2 hybrid men walking around with their hard cocks out, leaking precum and their flushed faces and sweaty bodies is kind of arousing to you...they're very good looking, despite the ears and tails and claws...

It's later that night when you hear it, the two males scratching at your door, begging to come in. You know better, they're going to make your room reek of pheromones, sweat, and cum. They whine at the door, going on for about an hour before you finally hear them walk away and go back into the room that you prepared for their heat. God, you felt so bad, ignoring them like that and not letting your boys in, but you knew it probably wasn't a good idea. You're still weaker than them, after all, they would have no trouble man handling you into their own whims, and you weren't a complete fool. Satoru had tried more than once to get handsy with you, purring up against your neck and feeling his bulge rubbing up against your ass. Every time you had to spray him with water, him sulking away and looking at you with pleading eyes. Suguru hasn't ever attempted anything, always such a good boy, never misbehaving. The worst Suguru had ever done was grab ahold of your boobs once, groping the fleshy mounds and attempting to pull your shirt down before you smacked his hands away flustered.

And, as you were just about to fall asleep, they're back again at your door, whining and begging to be let in....

This is gonna be such a long two weeks.

I'll be posting a part 2 to this as soon as I can lovelies!!! Tumblr has been awful with me lately, deleting every draft I make😩😩

I love this😭😭

I know Sukuna is kinda toxic in this but I still want the best for them

Poor girl now I’m curious about how she met Sukuna and that pos ex

FORBIDDEN ADDICTION

Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: You were framed. Set up by your ex for something you did not do. The lies he spread managed to wrap you up in a court case, resulting in you losing everything you had once come to love—you lost your entire life as you used to know it. Though you were proven innocent, it did not alter the harsh judgements others had already executed upon you. They outcast you from society; you’re now dwelling in areas they could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Word count: 3.2k

Contains: Established relationship, slight degrading, fingering, oral sex, throatfucking, light bondage, penetration, creampie, mentions of substances, brief angst, comfort, dealer!sukuna, fem!reader, sukuna is not yuji, both reader + sukuna are in mid-late 20s, alternate universe: no curses

Note: this is the sukuna takeover

Harrowing silence drones as your heels clack against the pavement, the sidewalk illuminated by weak street lights. Life decided to dump the worst period of misfortunate events on you in the span of three weeks, and you are living through the aftermath. Police investigations, termination of your job, being kicked out of your original tenancy, and now forced to live in a rundown area surrounded by high-risk individuals. Your family wants nothing to do with you, nor do your friends—none of this is your fault. You feel like bursting into tears when you wake up every morning; not a thing you have done could equate to you deserving this. There’s nothing you can do—this is how you have to live. The words of deceit others can use against you are the most powerful weapon; you do not need to be armed to destroy another person. Those you trust may not be as innocent as they seem; it’s not the case of who, it’s when. 

Forcing the key into the lock, you launch your purse into the hallway and groan. This house is falling to pieces—the glass in the window shaking from the force you slammed the door shut. The wood is rotting, the paint is peeling from the walls, and you don’t have a bed frame—just a thin mattress on the floor. You storm into the bathroom and toss your clothes into the laundry basket; the pain from painting yourself presentable only to be denied from the job interview has pushed you over the edge. How could the people who know you better than anyone else not take your side? Even if the court has proven you innocent, your reputation will forever remain tainted. Your ex wanted to make you miserable, and he won. Won over the heart of the people who created you, making them toss their own flesh and blood away so carelessly.

Strutting through the halls of the house in your lingerie, you peek out the kitchen window and see the gathering in the backyard—this was nothing uncommon; this is how it works around here. A woman passes you as you make your way up the stairs, jabbing a needle straight into her arm to chase that high she craves. She had a sparse head of hair and bones visible for the eye to see—a long-time heroin addict. While it frightened you at first, you had gotten used to it quickly; she was one of the kinder ladies you are familiar with. You’ve been here for a year, witnessing more concerning scenarios than a few drug addicts lurking around your house. You were lucky enough to bump into a dealer who opened his home to you; he’s been here his entire life, understanding the ins and outs of all residents in the area. He finds the position you’re in amusing—a well-off girl forced out of the big city and into the areas they hide from the likes of civilians like you. The two of you grew close quickly, resulting in a relationship blossoming.

As part of your agreement, you keep this place together. All of the cleaning, cooking, and laundry is your responsibility. You serve to please him—that’s how you keep this roof over your head. A potent smell of cannabis wafts out from the open door, and a whistle catches your attention. You turn around, noticing Sukuna beckoning you over. It took you a month to learn his real name; he goes by a multitude of different nicknames, claiming it’s the best way to keep his identity concealed. His legs are spread wide and he nods his head when you step into the shared bedroom, a motion for you to close the door behind you. He was scruffy-looking with his unshaved stubble and untamed hair; unlike many other men, he’s able to pull off an unkempt look.

“You alright, Princess?” Plumes of smoke exit his mouth as he shifts, thrusting his hips up to reposition himself. Princess was the title given to you due to your background. Compared to him, you lived a life of royalty.

“I didn’t get the job.” You pierce your lips together and sit on his knee, his arm sliding you closer to his torso.

“Told you, didn’t I? You can’t have shit when you live out here—they want us to stay ruined.”

“I just want to go home.” You sniffle, voice wavering while tears leak from your eyes, leaving patches on his hoodie.

“Is this place not enough for you?”

You didn’t answer—he knows more than anything that you aren’t cut out for this lifestyle, but that doesn’t make him sympathise with you. Since you got here, he made it clear you knew that once you stepped into this world, there would be no going back. Specifically, the fact that you not only entered this life of depravity but also his personal space. Your empty tears are worthless, though he continues to comfort you, giving you that sense of security he needs you to keep. Sukuna has big plans for you, whether you agree with the future he has chosen for you is no longer yours to comment on. He provides for you, meaning you rely on him. If you fail to please, you lose the few luxuries you are given; a cruel but useful dynamic—at least in his case.

“If you want a job so bad, I know a guy that does porn. I could hand you over to him—” Noticing the low pitch of his tone, you could sense Sukuna’s mood shifting. He has very little patience, and prodding the wrong nerve is not something you would like to do.

“No! No, I’m fine. It was worth a try, wasn’t it?” You wipe away your tears and gaze up at him, his stoic face possessing the most handsome features you have ever seen. His face was covered in tattoos, much like the rest of his body.

“I think you’re just ungrateful. You have it better than everyone else here, yet you still find a way to complain.” His rough flesh rubs against you while he holds your face in his hand, glaring at you with a blank expression.

“I am grateful, I really am, but—”

“You can’t even put on an act when we have sex; at least pretend you’re enjoying it,” He shoves you off of him and stands up, pulling the skin of his face down while he stands by the window, “I give you everything and you can’t give me anything in return. How useless are you?”

“What?” 

“What? You know you put no effort in. You don’t even open your mouth properly when you give head. I’ve got every right to take you off your birth control; you should be grateful I put you on it in the first place.”

“Why are you arguing with me—”

“Because you’re pissing me off. It’s every day I hear you bitch on about how much you miss your life—you’re fucking living it; how delusional are you? The world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re unhappy. You made mistakes, shouldn’t have dated that asshole, and now you have to live through the consequences of your actions.” He yells, causing you to flinch. His tone frightens you; he hardly ever bothers to raise his voice unless you persistently step out of line.

“You know I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Tough shit; my opinion doesn’t matter anyway. It never has.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“You knew what you were saying; don’t pull that card. I know I can’t give you everything, but I’m giving you what I have. Do you know how much that takes for someone like me?”

“I’m sorry,” You mutter, lip quivering as you glance at him, your pretty face moulded with a pitiful frown.

“Do you know how lucky you are that I’m the person who took you in? Any other man around here would have sold you off for some extra cash,” He tosses the roach of his joint out the window and strides back over to you, trapping you in his full embrace, “I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you, baby. You know better than to say things like that. I do everything for you to live comfortably. I know this place isn’t exactly a dream, but I can’t do anything about that.”

“Don’t cry, come on,” He lies down flat and positions you on his chest, firmly holding your hand in his, “There’s a reason I chose to keep you. You’re the smartest girl I know; you’ve cut me a lot of slack—I appreciate that.”

“That’s because every other woman around here is a brainless drug addict that you profit off; they’d sleep with you if they knew they could get anything for free.”

“Doesn’t matter. They choose to put these drugs into their system; I’m just providing it to them. Women like that have never been my type; I like them like you.”

His hand rubs up and down your back, a poor effort to console you through your sobs. After a while, your eyes grow dry; you remain on top of him, intently listening to the thumps of his heartbeat. It remained silent until you began to stir, sitting up abruptly to stretch your exhausted body.

“I thought you looked stunning today. I would’ve given you the job if I were your interviewer.” His index finger traces circles on your palm; Sukuna’s way of apologising is by not saying the words but finding an alternative which had the same effect.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your mood, Sukuna. I’m glad I have you; it’s a relief to not go through this alone—I appreciate what you have done for me.”

“I’ll always be here. Won’t forget about me if you make it back to the city, will you?”

“I’d take you with me.”

“Look at you, sweet-talking me,” He drags you down and connects his lips with yours, luring you in with his passion, “Can’t leave me behind; looks like someone got attached.”

“Are you not going to deny it?” He grins, revealing his snaggletooth. He looks sinister in a desirable way, a forbidden guilty pleasure.

With his filthy words laced in a silvery tone, you grew flustered quickly. Sukuna may not be financially well-off, but he is rich in experience. His hands drift down down your body, brushing over the outline of the design on your panties. Before you know it, he slips his fingers under the material and comes in contact with your increasingly soaked cunt. He has you in his hand, his puppet; you whine as he relentlessly toys with your clit, his thumb brash with its rough motions. 

“You should be ashamed. Do you get off when I talk down on you?” He slips one finger in your hole—an easy entrance. You shake your head and he cackles—a lie the oblivious would catch onto, “Only a whore could get herself that wet before being touched; maybe you do belong here.”

Since one finger has no impact, he slips a second one in and curls them inside, forcing them deeper and sensing your walls tighten around him. You could no longer deny your arousal when the obscene sounds of your cunt were all you could hear—even your own body has betrayed you. Sukuna was ruthless; the force at which his fingers were fucking you was to his liking, ignoring the pleas and whimpers you murmur between moans. 

“I truly have never met anyone as pathetic as you. You whine about your old life, refuse to make changes, but stay to flaunt your tits and give your pussy away to a felon,” Sukuna lowers himself, his moistened lips pressed against your neck, “You’ve never had any self-respect.”

Sliding his fingers out, he shoves them into your mouth, expecting you to clean your slick off of him. You could taste yourself on your tongue—a flavour you aren’t familiar with. He was treating you with no regard, vigorously manoeuvring you into a new position while he pulled down his pants. Since you weren’t moving at his speed, you were dragged down to your knees, legs colliding with the wooden floorboards.

“You’re going to open your mouth properly for me this time, aren’t you?” He digs his hand into your hair, bunching up enough of it to get a firm grip. You nod while he pulls his dick from his boxers, rubbing the tip against your lips, “Nice and wide.”

Preparing yourself mentally, you slowly unhinge your jaw before he forces your head down, pushing his entire length to the back of your throat. Your initial reaction was to pull away, but he held you there while you clung to his thighs. You made your first mistake by letting him get his way, abusing the privilege of bobbing your head recklessly. It was becoming hard to breathe, your eyes welling with tears as you struggled to take him. A knock on the bedroom door catches his attention, grunting before he calls out.

“Who is it?” Sukuna didn’t think to give you a break, he instead continued to throatfuck any thoughts out of your brain, wiping your mind clean. 

“I need my fix.” The unfamiliar voice grovelled, attempting to rattle the door handle open.

“Kenjaku is—” Sukuna bites his tongue, attempting to suppress his groan, “—In the backyard. I’m busy.”

“He doesn’t have what I need.”

“He will if you ask; he’ll get it for you. Doesn’t take much to—” Sukuna curses and pulls your head back, watching the strings of saliva spill out your mouth. Your lips are swollen, cheeks drenched from tears, all while his cum rests on your tongue.

The presence at the door no longer remains and Sukuna continues stroking his dick, allowing the last drops of cum into your mouth. With that look on his face, you knew exactly what he was telling you to do. You closed your mouth and swallowed, then stuck your tongue to show him it was gone. This is a routine experience; you know the exact procedure he likes to maintain.

“It’s much better for both of us when you open your mouth properly, isn’t it?” He hoists you up and you nod, slung into his arms bridal style as your body plummets onto the mattress, “Get on your stomach.”

Rummaging around the floor, Sukuna finds his belt and binds your wrists together, minimising your freedom to move as you please. You have no support in this position, your face shoved into the pillow with one hand crushing your skull flat. Sliding inside of you with little time to waste, he begins his thrusts hard, exerting as much force as he can to earn a squeal from you. Repeating it several times, he finds the spot which allows him to continue at ease, your cunt welcoming him as he pushes deeper inside. His fingers were pitching your skin from how roughly he was holding your hips, the occasional slaps of your ass not helping distinguish between pleasure and pain.

Before he pulls out, he plants kisses down the centre of your spin, undoing your bound wrists. He rests his back against the wall and carts you on top of him, lining his tip with your entrance. You slide your hands under his hoodie, patting around his abdomen, attempting to peel it off of him. Noticing your struggle, he removes it himself and places it aside, now shirtless as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. Sukuna knew this was one of your favourite positions; you ramble on about how close it makes you feel to him all the time. This is something he rarely gives to you; he finds himself coming to enjoy it too.

“Look at me; I want to see that beautiful face,” He scratches the side of your neck as he slowly inched his way inside your sopping hole. You struggle to find the strength to push yourself up, but you manage it with his assistance, “You’re doing so well today. Fucking soaking, you know I love it when you get like that.”

“I never meant to hurt your feelings; I know you’re innocent. My angel has never done a single thing wrong,” The hand cupping your cheek makes it feel as though you’re melting into his palm, his touch delicate unlike the way he’s fucking you, “I’d kill that bastard myself for the way he spoke about you.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Didn’t know how to make you cum and treated you like shit either way,” Sukuna cackles, his heavy breathing fanning across your face, “If you’re going to be an asshole at least fuck your girl properly. Right?”

“His dick was too small—” You bite your lip and whine as he grinds your hips, his tip massaging your g-spot, “—And he was ugly.” Sukuna releases an amused huff and plasters your face with pecks, soothing you as loud moans spill from your mouth.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Cum leaks from Sukuna’s tip, doing his best to last longer before his orgasm reaches its peak. The way your walls had tightened as you unleashed your orgasm didn’t help him, his grunts filling your ear.

“Yes, ‘feels really good.” You mutter, beginning to slur your words as your eyes close over—body already overstimulated.

That was enough to cause the coil in Sukuna’s core to snap, his cum now spurting out, claiming you internally as he does externally. You slump onto his sweaty chest and his arms wrap around you, keeping his dick inside you for a while longer as you both come down from the high. His chest was heaving, and your legs were aching from the extended period you were held in certain ways.

“I’ll get us out of here one day. I know you hate it,” Sukuna’s voice comes across more mellow than it usually is, passing the warm intent he intends to convey, “Move out of this state, leave all this behind. Get a nice house, get married, have a few kids. Everything you should’ve had.”

“I hope he regrets everything he’s ever done to me, Sukuna.” You sniffle, eyes locked as he slides the strap to your bra back up.

“He will. Do you think he’ll ever be happy?” Sukuna slides off of the mattress, catching a glimpse of the mixture of cum pouring out of your cunt, dripping down your inner thigh, “I think he’ll be miserable.”

“He took nearly all of my money—the money that I earned. He’ll never amount to anything without me.” 

Grabbing a towel from the chest of drawers, he wipes you clean and pulls your panties back up. You continue to rant about how you pray for your ex’s downfall; meanwhile, he is too focused on getting you comfortable. While you’re rambling on, you lift your arms up without thinking and his hoodie covers you up, snapping you back from your hateful rant.

“What would you like?” Sukuna rummages through the pockets of his pants, hurling his phone into your hands.

“What do you mean?”

“Is there anything you want to buy?” He hums, putting on a clean shirt while dressing himself properly.

“Maybe a new pair of heels.” You beam, unlocking his phone and opening straight up to the browser.

“Find yourself some and show me. Do you want to say hello to everyone downstairs?” 

“Not really.” You poke your tongue out slightly as you sift through pages of shoes, now in your own world.

“I’ll be back up soon; I’ll buy you a little something extra tomorrow too.”