Got What Youre Looking For

Got what you’re looking for ♡

I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 06

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male + female receiving), cigarettes. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 12 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

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Being fuckbuddies with Sukuna is surprisingly easy. As flustered as you sometimes get when you think about what the two of you do, all that shyness leaves you the moment you are in Sukuna's arms. The moment your clothes are off and you start touching each other, all shame is forgotten. Your sexy little arrangement opens a whole new world to you. You aren't very experienced when it comes to sex, but Sukuna is the perfect person to show you new things.

Of course, there are also people who don't see it that way. Nobara doesn't get tired of rolling her eyes at you anytime she sees you with your phone in hand, assuming you are texting Sukuna and making plans to see him.

"When I said you should maybe fuck him, I meant once! Not whatever it is, the two of you are doing now. You should be careful. Sukuna is a fuckboy. You are just another notch on his bedpost!"

"I told you, I don't want him to be my boyfriend! I am not interested in a relationship either. Sukuna is a fun pasttime. That's all. Maybe I want him to be just a notch on my bedpost, too!"

You know Nobara is just worried about you, and maybe her warnings are valid, but you refuse to listen to her. Your past experiences with relationships left you not wanting to ever fall in love again. What Sukuna offers you sounds safer. No feelings, just casual sex with the hottest guy you have ever met.

You're in Sukuna's bed, your gaze feasting on his gorgeous body. A body he works hard for in the gym every single day. Firm muscles and sexy tattoos. And you are allowed to touch this beautiful body as much as you like.

You trail kisses down Sukuna's broad chest, following his tattoos with your tongue, and his large hand tangles in your hair, rewarding you with his sexy low moans and whispered encouragements in his sexy, velvety voice. You slow down when you are insecure about your skills in the bedroom, but Sukuna is surprisingly patient with you. Sweet even.

There is no pressure, no shame. You start to suck his cock tentatively, smiling sheepishly at him, apologizing for being bad at blow jobs, and instead of getting mad at you, Sukuna cups your cheek and caresses it with his thumb while he grins at you,

"You're doing great, princess, and I can teach you the rest."

And suddenly, it's easy. Sukuna smirks at you and places a large hand on the back of your head, petting your hair while he guides you gently up and down his thick cock, telling you what to do, teaching you how to blow him right. Reassuring you that it feels good when you just French kiss his cock and use your hand for the part you cannot fit in your mouth.

Sukuna is a good teacher, making you feel like you are doing a good job because of the sexy praise his low, raspy voice whispers to you,

"Fuck yeah, just like that, princess. Just make out with my cock. You're doing so good. So sweet for me."

You moan around Sukuna's thick cockhead, feeling your own arousal coat the insides of your thighs, so turned on from what you are doing to Sukuna. It makes you suck even more devotedly on Sukuna's fat cock, licking the throbbing vein on the underside and suckling sweetly on his mushroom tip.

You feel him twitch in your mouth, and for a second, you worry if you will be able to swallow his cum without coughing, but then Sukuna's heavy-lidded maroon gaze meets yours, and a lazy smirk lifts his lips,

"I wanna cum on your face. Be a good girl for me, and just lick my tip until I bust all over your pretty face."

You moan and do as Sukuna says, kissing his tip and licking it, flicking your tongue against it in little kitten licks as if you are licking up milk from a bowl, all the while keeping eye contact with Sukuna. Shameless and naughty, feeling so turned on that you think you may cum too just from making Sukuna cum with your mouth.

And he does cum so beautifully for you. His tattooed thighs tense up, and his cock twitches as a low growl falls from Sukuna's lips. You moan when his swollen mushroom head shoots hot thick ropes of cum all over your face. And Sukuna licks his lips when he looks at you with that sexy, fucked-out expression on his beautiful tattooed face, his gaze following his cum that drips down your chin.

"You did so good. So sweet to me and my dick. Come here, princess."

Sukuna pulls you up into his arms, grinning as he cups your chin with one large hand and then his mouth opens, and he licks a stripe up your cheek, licking his own cum off your face, making your pussy clench around nothing.

You moan, your hands caressing Sukuna's broad chest, digging your nails into his buff pecs as he licks you clean. It is so obscene, so naughty, so fucking sexy. So different from everything you experienced before him. It's you who captures Sukuna's lips in a kiss, craving more, craving his taste. And Sukuna grins against your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth, feeding you his cum, letting you lick it off his tongue.

It's a feverish, sloppy kiss, tasting like sex, and it makes your head spin and moan loudly against Sukuna's lips. You press needily against Sukuna's broad figure, trying to climb on him, throwing one leg over his waist, rubbing your wet needy clit against his abs.

He grins against your lips, pulling away only to wrap his hands around your waist and pull you closer to him, closer to his beautiful tattooed face. You gasp softly when you realize what Sukuna is about to do.

"Don't be shy, princess, just sit on my face. It's your turn now."

You moan breathlessly when Sukuna's strong hands pull you on his face, making your naked dripping-wet pussy brush against his warm mouth, sending sparks of desire through your whole body. You whimper, body shaking from the strain of keeping yourself upright, but Sukuna makes a disapproving noise,

"Come on, sit on me for real. I can take it, princess. Sit."

And he grabs your hips tightly, pulling you down, his lips instantly closing around your swollen clit and sucking on it, making a desperate horny cry tumble from your lips as the pleasure shoots through you.

Even if you still wanted to stay upright, you couldn't do it anymore. You are boneless in Sukuna's grip, lost in pleasure, letting Sukuna take care of you, letting him pamper your pussy with his soft, warm mouth.

You rest your whole weight on him, thighs spreading even further, shamelessly and needy, bucking your hips and rubbing your wet pussy eagerly against his hot lips and velvety tongue, crying out in pleasure when Sukuna's tongue pushes into you, fucking you slowly while his long fingers knead your ass and keep you in place right there on his beautiful tattooed face.

He eats you out until you are a trembling, sobbing mess, crying out anytime Sukuna's soft lips suckle on your clit or when he fucks you with those slow teasing flicks of his tongue.

You feel the pressure inside you build, the knot in your belly so close to snapping, and you tense up, trying to get away from Sukuna's mouth because the pleasure is too much, and you are scared of losing control. But Sukuna's strong hands hold you in place, pulling you back down.

"Just let go for me, princess. I came on your face. Now it's your turn. Make a mess on me."

Sukuna's lips close around your puffy clit again, and you mewl loudly. It's the combination of his words and the way his lips make out with your clit that sends you over the edge.

You cry out his name, your hips bucking wildly as you cum on Sukuna's face, hard and wild and very wet. Your juices drip from his lips even as he keeps eating you, making you cry and scream and bang your fists against the wall behind his bed right beneath the Tigers flag hanging there, while you cum and cum and cum until you feel dizzy.

You feel light-headed when you finally manage to get up from Sukuna's bed. It still feels surreal to see the resident hockey star walking around naked in his room, picking up your clothes from his bedroom floor and placing them on the bed for you. But it's not as awkward anymore. It's almost nice. Sukuna talks casually about the away game the Tigers will play this weekend, and you nod and make some agreeing noises from time to time while you get dressed next to him.

You leave Sukuna's room, making a joking comment about the chaos Yuuji once again left in the living area, and Sukuna asks you if you will meet for lunch tomorrow. You nod and grab your jacket from the back of the couch, about to say good night to Sukuna when the apartment door swings open, banging loudly into the wall, making you jump.

Yuuji and Todo march inside, loud and excited, swinging baseball bats in their strong arms, and Yuuji announces loudly,

"Yo we got the bats, Kuna! Megumi just wants us to bring them back before morning. Let's go!"

His eyes land on you standing next to his brother, and he smiles sheepishly, but his voice still holds the same excitement when he greets you. Todo bumps into Yuuji, making him stumble further into the room, and Todo's gaze wanders from you to Sukuna and back again, fixing you with a scrutinizing gaze as if he is trying to figure something out.

You smile a bit awkwardly at the two hockey players, but Yuuji has already proceeded with his agenda. He throws a baseball bat at Sukuna, who catches it with one hand, twirling it around his long tattooed fingers. A broad, devilish smirk spreads over his face, and you get a tingly feeling in your stomach.

"Good job. Let's teach them not to fuck with Curses."

You look at him in alarm. At the mad grin on his tattooed face and the baseball bat, he's slinging over his broad shoulder.

"Um, what is this about?"

Yuuji and Todo both start talking at the same time, but you can make out the words,

"Rival team." "Revenge" and "Tonight."

Your eyes widen, and you stare in dawning horror at the baseball bat that's now resting on Sukuna's shoulder. Sukuna catches your gaze, and he throws his head back, laughing loudly,

"Your face, princess! Don't worry, we aren't going to kill someone. We will just smash that stupid ice sculpture they have. They deserve it after the shit they pulled on us."

"B... but where is that sculpture, and aren't you going to get into trouble for smashing it?"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you, his smirk growing broader, clearly enjoying himself.

"It's in their arena, of course. We'll pick the lock, get in, and smash that ugly-ass bear. It's no big deal. It's just a revenge prank."

You stare at him incredulously,

"That's burglary and property damage!"

But Sukuna just grins even more, looking like the damn Cheshire Cat with that dirty, smug smirk on his beautiful face. His voice drops to a teasing drawl,

"Aww, are you worried about me getting into trouble? You're so cute, princess. But this is hockey code. We will just teach them a lesson."

He twirls the baseball bat elegantly around his long fingers as his gaze snaps to his linemates.

"Alright, Curses. Let's go. Let's fuck them up. I want to make those losers cry."

He looks far too happy about what they plan to do. As if it isn't a completely reckless and dumb idea! Your heart is beating up to your throat as you give Sukuna a stern look,

"This is fucking stupid! You can't do that!"

Sukuna cocks his head, raising an eyebrow,

"Well, watch me, princess."

He puts a large hand on your shoulder and steers you out the door even while you complain loudly. But he just smirks while you try to reason with him all the way down the staircase.

You exit the dorm, and Sukuna leads your little group to his car. Yuuji and Todo climb into the back, all excited chatter and broad grins, the baseball bats firmly in their large hands. And you huff and put your hands on your hips, stepping between Sukuna and the car, not caring how ridiculously you must look, so much shorter and smaller than the huge, strong hockey player with the bad boy look and the face tattoos. You tilt your head back to glare up at his tattooed face,

"Stop it, Sukuna. This is so fucking dumb! I don't understand why Fushiguro, of all people, would support something like that!"

Sukuna laughs softly, shaking his head and smirking at you,

"Good thing Fushiguro has a weakness for my brother. I bet it only took one smile and a whiny "Megumiiii" from Yuuji, and our baseball star handed him the key to the Wolves' equipment rack. But now tell me, why do you care so much, huh princess?"

His smirk is so smug that you feel like shaking him, but you just sigh and glare at him,

"Yeah, okay, I admit it! I don't want you to get into trouble! Are you happy now?"

The look that spreads over Sukuna's face is far too pleased. He steps closer to you, tall, muscular body towering over you while he grins at you,

"Very happy. But as I said, I won't get into trouble. Now get out of the way, princess, and let me take my revenge. They started it by cutting the shoelaces on our skates."

You roll your eyes,

"They cut your shoelaces? And now you go and break in and destroy their expensive ice sculpture mascot or whatever it is? Don't you think that's a bit much?"

"Well, I always avenge things threefold. How would they learn their place otherwise? Noone fucks with me or my team."

And with that said, Sukuna puts his hands on your waist and just lifts you up, and places you down a few steps away from his car, slipping past you before you can do anything. You complain loudly, but Sukuna is already lounging in the driver's seat with that boyish smirk, winking provocatively at you with a "Good night, princess."

You don't know what has gotten into you, but you react impulsively and jog around the car, yanking open the passenger door and plopping down on the passenger seat, and this time, it is Sukuna who can't do anything to prevent it.

His gaze snaps to you, and you grin victoriously at him, almost laughing at the thunderstruck expression on Sukuna's tattooed face.

"What are you doing, princess? Get out of my car."

You cross your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head, grinning smugly at him.

"Forget it. I am not getting out of this car. If you want to go to your little illegal prank, you have to take me with you!"

Sukuna looks at you for a long moment, and then his lips twitch as if he is trying hard to hold back laughter. Your tummy does a flip at the mischievous expression on Sukuna's face, slowly realizing that maybe what you did wasn't the smartest thing either. Maybe you shouldn't have picked a dance with the devil.

But it's too late. Sukuna smirks at you, the tip of his tongue playing with the pointy tip of one of his canines, a devilish, excited sparkle filling his maroon eyes,

"Okay, have it your way, brat."

And with that, Sukuna starts his car, flooring the gas pedal immediately, making you squeal loudly when you get pressed into your seat. Loud music blares from the car audio, and in the backseat, Yuuji and Todo chime a Tigers cheer, pumping each other up as if they are about to get on the ice, only contributing even more to the adrenaline-inducing atmosphere in the car.

You scramble to grab your seat belt and fasten it with sweaty fingers while you hear Sukuna's loud laughter. You wrap your hand around the grab handle, staring wide-eyed at the nightly street before you. Sukuna drives fast and recklessly, and to your horror, you see him take his hands off the steering wheel, steering with one knee so he can light a cigarette while driving.

"Sukuna!"

He smirks but puts a large hand lazily on the steering wheel, slowly drumming his fingers on it,

"Relax, princess. I am not going to crash my car and kill us all. I know what I am doing."

You roll your eyes at him when he turns his head to grin at you.

"You are such an idiot, Sukuna. I am going to kill you if this lands us in jail or in the ditch!"

But Sukuna just smirks even more broadly and brings his cigarette to his lips to take a deep drag and then blow the smoke in your face. But you have the feeling that the car isn't driving as fast anymore.

You sigh dramatically and hug yourself, snuggling into the car seat, watching the dark road ahead, refusing to look at Sukuna. Your lips twitch when you hear Yuuji and Todo sing along to the song playing on the stereo, one doing pretty well, the other hitting not a single note.

And after a while, your gaze strays again to the boy next to you.

Sukuna's long tattooed fingers, with the accurately applied black nail polish, tap the steering wheel in sync with the beat of the music. His other hand is resting on the open car window. Occasionally, he brings it to his lips to take a slow drag from his half-smoked cigarette. His lips move silently to the lyrics of the songs, his eyes trained on the road before him.

You have to admit that after the initial panic, you now feel pretty safe and relaxed here in Sukuna's car. He is actually a good driver, even though you will never tell him. And he looks very cool driving a car, so calm and confident, making your gaze stay glued to him. To his beautiful side profile with the angular jaw and the filigree tattoos, and those sultry lips wrapping so attractively around his cigarette.

You catch yourself almost enjoying the car drive, breathing in the cool night air and Sukuna's cigarette smoke, letting both calm you down.

But the relative calm is gone the moment Sukuna parks the car on the side of the road near the Bears' hockey arena. Your pulse is racing again, adrenaline filling your veins.

Sukuna turns to his linemates with a jerk of his chin.

"Okay, get your baseball bats and then smash that fucking thing!"

His maroon gaze lands on you,

"Slip into the driver's seat, princess."

You blink at him, caught off guard,

"What?"

"You'll be our getaway driver. The moment you see us coming back, you start the car."

He says it nonchalantly as if it is the most natural thing to demand.

"What the fuck, Sukuna?"

"You said you don't want us to get into trouble. So this is how you can help us avoid trouble. You will get our asses out of here, princess."

He flashes you one of his most charming grins and then exits the car, leaving you sitting there with your mouth opening and closing. But Sukuna points adamantly to the now vacant driver's seat.

You sigh exasperatedly, rolling your eyes, but you have to admit that Sukuna has a point. The last thing you want is to get caught because the boys take too long to start the car after returning from their stupid prank.

And so you take a deep breath and do as Sukuna says and climb into the driver's seat, squealing when you lose balance because Sukuna is so much taller than you, and his seat is practically in the back of the car, making you ask yourself how Yuuji even had space in the back. You curse and grab the steering wheel, pulling yourself and the seat further to the front so you can reach the gas pedal, while Sukuna watches you with a far too amused expression on his face.

You finally sit properly in the driver's seat, giving Sukuna a glare and a thumbs up, and he smirks at you,

"That's my lucky charm, helping me even on hockey duties outside the rink."

"Just go, and please try not to get caught!"

You watch the three hockey players jog toward their rivals' arena. All three of them are dressed completely in black with the hoods of their sweaters pulled up, their tall, broad figures blending with the darkness around them. They really look like a bunch of criminals with their baseball bats in their hands.

Fuck, how did I get myself into this?

You sigh and let your head fall back against the headrest of the car seat, breathing deeply in and out in an attempt to calm your nerves. The car smells like cigarette smoke and Sukuna's cologne, which is not really helping you calm down but instead makes your stomach flutter even more.

You nervously pick on your nails as you let your restless gaze wander through Sukuna's car. Black leather seats, which are worn but clean. An empty energy drink sits in the middle console next to a cigarette pack. Some protein bars peek out of the door pockets. Your gaze lands on the rearview mirror, and you spot a scented Hello Kitty head dangling from it. You stare at the cat's face for several long seconds, and suddenly, your lips twitch, and you giggle, pressing a hand over your mouth, unable to stop anymore.

Your nerves are on high alert the whole time while you wait in the car, your heart jumping to your throat anytime you hear the slightest noise while the occasional hysterical giggle escapes your mouth.

The minutes seem like hours as you nervously watch the darkness before you. And then you finally spot a movement in the darkness. You gasp and sit up straight, your hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as you squint your eyes.

Three tall, broad figures appear, running like madmen. You scramble to turn the key in the ignition, breath coming out in excited little huffs as the engine starts with a low hum right when the three boys reach the car.

They yank open the car doors, laughing and yelling. Yuuji and Todo pile into the back while Sukuna sprints around the car and lets himself fall onto the passenger seat, a wild grin on his tattooed face, eyes brimming with the same expression he has after scoring a goal,

"Drive, princess!"

He doesn't have to tell you twice. You press your foot down on the gas pedal, speeding down the road, eager to get away from the crime scene as fast as possible.

The music blares out of the speakers again, and the boys hoot with laughter and high-five each other, turning the car into some after-game celebration party, chaotic and loud, and your veins sing with adrenaline, making you drive even faster, and you can't help but feel a small grin tug at your lips.

You drive through the town, feeling like everyone must know that you have three players from the rival team in the car, and they just wrecked the local hockey team's ice sculpture.

You stop at a red light, heart pumping wildly in your chest, giving the woman in the car next to you a nervous little smile as she looks over at the black car with the loud music and the hockey boys, but your attention gets stolen by the pink-haired boy next to you.

Sukuna's large hand grabs your chin, making you turn your head to him, and he grins broadly at you, eyes sparkling with excitement and pride, and he leans closer, licking the side of your face, making you screech loudly. He laughs against your skin before he presses a loud smacking kiss on your cheek, which makes Yuuji and Todo in the back cheer and whistle loudly.

Sukuna pulls away again, laughing that sexy low laugh,

"Great job, partner in crime."

And finally, you can't hold back anymore and burst out laughing loudly, shaking your head and rolling your eyes,

"You are fucking crazy, Sukuna. All of you are crazy!"

And Sukuna smirks and cocks his head,

"But you like it."

The traffic light turns green at that moment, and you start driving again, finally feeling at ease. You can't help but grin broadly and turn the music up louder as you cruise through the town with a car full of hockey players. You have no idea when your hand ended up on Sukuna's thigh, but it stays there almost the whole drive back to campus.

Once you are back on your campus and have parked the car in front of Sukuna's dorm, the four of you get out of the car, and Yuuji and Todo give you high-fives and big grins. Todo nods appreciatively at you,

"You are a first-class getaway driver! I had my doubts about you when I saw you earlier, but my man Sukuna has shown me today that he has top-tier taste in women!"

You blink at Todo, not really knowing how to react, and end up just laughing and clapping his burly back before Yuuji grins at you and pulls you in a quick half-hug,

"That was amazing! Thank you for getting us away from there! Do you know that Sukuna usually never lets anyone drive his car? He punched me once when I took it to drive to the cinema."

"Yeah, because I know that you are a horrible driver."

Sukuna gives his twin a light smack on the back of his head, and you laugh, feeling bubbly from all the adrenaline still flowing through your veins. You can't stop the big smile from spreading over your face when you look at Sukuna. He watches you with his cat-like eyes, a lazy smirk on his tattooed face, looking far too pleased, but you can't be mad at him. Not when you feel so light-headed from your little adventure.

Yuuji and Todo bid their good nights, quickly leaving to return the baseball bats before someone notices they are missing. And you smile at Sukuna and tell him that you will walk back to your dorm now, too. Sukuna takes a step closer to you.

"I'll walk you home, princess. There are too many bad boys on the street at this time of night."

"You mean, like you?"

He just grins and falls in step beside you. You don't say it, but it tugs strangely at your heart that Sukuna refuses to let you walk alone at this hour of the night.

Sukuna lights a cigarette and then reaches out to put a strong arm around your shoulder and pull you against his side, making you smile and lean against him.

He teases you the whole way to your dorm about how worried you were and how your face had looked so stern and shocked when you tried to stop them from their plan. And you complain playfully about it, telling Sukuna that he and his linemates need a watchdog or some restraints to keep them out of trouble.

You finally stop in front of your dorm, and you pull away from Sukuna, letting his arm slowly glide down your shoulder. You instantly feel cold when Sukuna's warmth is gone, making you wrap your arms around yourself, but it isn't the same.

Sukuna grins at you while his cigarette dangles from the corner of his lips. And then he reaches out to put a large hand on your hair and ruffle it, maroon eyes sparkling teasingly in the light of the streetlamp, just waiting for the loud squeal of complaint he knows will come.

His large hand is still in your hair, but it cups the back of your head now, keeping you in place as Sukuna leans down. And then you feel his lips press a kiss to your forehead. A gesture that makes your eyelashes flutter because it's so uncharacteristically tender for a guy like Sukuna.

But the moment is over before you can really grasp it, and Sukuna pulls away, flashing you another boyish smirk before he turns around to walk back to his dorm. A tall, broad figure clad entirely in black with pastel pink hair and a little cloud of cigarette smoke billowing behind him.

And you stare after him with a wildly pounding heart, thinking that you haven't felt this alive in a long time.

It's Saturday evening, and you are bored, slowly sipping the drink in your hand while trying to pretend you are listening to the conversation going on in front of you. If things had gone your way, you would be in bed now, snuggled comfortably into Sukuna's soft, white hoodie, reading a book or watching a show. But Nobara was very adamant about going to this party in Maki's dorm.

"I am not walking in there on my own like some loser! You will come with me!"

And then she added, with a sneaky little grin,

"I heard that the hockey team will come too after they return from their away game."

You sighed and complained, but in the end, you played along and let Nobara drag you here.

But now you regret it. You aren't in a party mood tonight, and you don't know anyone except Nobara and Maki, who are busy making heart eyes at each other, making you feel like the third wheel.

A commotion at the door makes you turn your head, and you see several hockey players entering the apartment, getting high fives and claps on their backs for their win today. You can't help but crane your neck, waiting for pink hair and a smug smirk. But Sukuna is nowhere to be seen.

Your shoulders slump. You don't even know why you feel disappointed that he isn't here yet or maybe won't come at all. But somehow, the thought of having him here and being able to joke around with him had, for a second, been able to lift your mood. Maybe this boring party would have been enjoyable with Sukuna by your side.

You are about to leave for the kitchen to get another drink when your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out, grinning when you see the text message.

Sukuna 🏒👑: Are you at the party, princess?

You: Yeah, I am here. Are you coming, too?

Sukuna 🏒👑: I'm already here.

You: I didn't see you. Where are you?

Sukuna 🏒👑: Come find me ;)

You chuckle softly to yourself as you lift your head to scan the room again. You excuse yourself from Nobara and Maki, deciding to wander around a bit and look for Sukuna.

Suddenly, the party doesn't seem so bad anymore. Your steps feel lighter, and you smile at the strangers you walk past. Your little tour through the apartment isn't successful, though. It's a mystery to you how a big guy like Sukuna is able to hide from you in this relatively small apartment. But then your gaze lands on the door that leads to the backyard.

Cold night air blows in your face as you stroll into the dimly lit backyard. And finally, you spot the pink hair you were looking for. Sukuna is leaning against a tree, a cigarette between his lips, smoking and looking bored.

You can't help but smile as you hurry over to him.

"Hey! What are you doing out here on your own?"

Sukuna huffs and rolls his pretty eyes,

"It's a boring ass party, plus I can't stand most people in there."

You raise an eyebrow at him, and his smirk grows bigger as he ruffles your hair and adds,

"With the exception of you, of course."

You laugh softly and shake his large hand off, smoothing down your hair as you look up at Sukuna's tattooed face and ask him,

"How was your game?"

"We won. Showed those fucking Bears what hockey is."

"Congrats! But how did they react to their smashed ice sculpture?"

You can't keep the slight worry out of your voice, but Sukuna laughs, eyes sparkling with amusement,

"They held a memorial event for it before the game started."

You chuckle, too.

"Do they know you guys did it?"

Sukuna shrugs, his smirk widening,

"I sure hope so. I would be insulted if they didn't."

He takes a deep drag from his cigarette, tilting back his head and slowly blowing the smoke out as he looks up at the night sky.

He looks beautiful, even though he has such an intimidating appearance with his face tattoos and his tall, broad figure.

Tonight, Sukuna isn't breaking into his rival team's hockey arena, but he still looks like someone who is up to no good with all his tattoos and his all-black clothes, a tight black t-shirt that shows off his firm pecs, and impressive biceps, and black cargo pants combined with combat boots. He looks like someone who would usually make you switch street sides if you saw him walking towards you at night.

But you know Sukuna now. You know that he is actually pretty nice if he wants to be. It's fun to be around him, and sometimes even peaceful, like tonight. Sukuna is definitely the only one you want to have by your side at this stupid party.

As if he heard your thoughts, Sukuna's gaze lazily wanders over your face, and he smirks softly.

"I'm not in the mood for that shitty party. Wanna leave?"

You answer him with a broad smile and a nod,

"Okay, let's go."

Sukuna flicks his half-smoked cigarette into the grass and jerks his head towards the fence behind him,

"We'll take that way, princess. Don't wanna run into my teammates."

And before you can point out that you are too unathletic and not tall enough to believe in your fence-climbing skills, Sukuna has already grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

Sukuna's hand is warm and strong and so much bigger than yours. Your pussy involuntarily clenches at the feel, making you silently curse yourself for having such a strong reaction to Sukuna's touch. But you don't have time to think about it because Sukuna's large hands are suddenly on your hips, lifting you off the ground as if you weigh nothing, just sending more flutters through your pussy and stomach.

He helps you climb over the fence and follows you a second later, climbing gracefully over it and landing safely on his feet on the other side as if it were nothing.

He jerks his chin in the direction of the main street.

"Let's get some coffee. I'm tired as fuck after the game."

You sit across from Sukuna, slowly stirring your coffee, snickering at the locker room gossip he shares with you. He shows you videos on his phone, barking with laughter when he presents to you The Bears reacting to their smashed ice sculpture.

You're the only guests in the small coffee shop on campus at this hour of the night. The lights are dimmed, and the barista has disappeared into the back of the shop. It's a peaceful, solemn atmosphere as if you and Sukuna have entered a parallel universe in which only the two of you exist.

And somehow, Sukuna seems different tonight, too. Softer. His playful smirk has softened into a genuine smile, and there's this unguarded, almost affectionate look in his eyes. Something you only caught glimpses of when he looks at his brother. But tonight, you get to see this look on Sukuna's face, too.

It makes you feel like you are invited to something special, where the Ice King lets his mask slip and allows a glance at the boy beneath the rough and arrogant attitude.

And suddenly, it hits you. Sukuna is your friend.

He allows you at his table in the dining hall and escapes from boring parties with you to sip coffee in the middle of the night. He lets you drive his car and allows you in his room and somehow decided he enjoys spending time with you, not just for sex, but for mundane things like having lunch together, or drinking coffee at midnight, or watching videos on his phone.

Sukuna let you in.

A smile spreads over your face, and you reach out to touch Sukuna's arm. Your touch is gentle, your fingers lightly tracing the tattoos on his wrist. Sukuna cocks his head, looking curiously at you, but he doesn't comment on it and just shows you the next video of his game against The Bears.

The two of you leave the coffeeshop together a while later, and Sukuna elbows you gently,

"Wanna come over to my place? I haven't gotten my victory fuck yet."

And you laugh and hit his tattooed biceps playfully, even as you agree with a soft nod and a big grin before you loop your arm around Sukuna's and lean onto him while you walk back to his dorm.

You spend the next thirty minutes under Sukuna, getting railed into his bed, your fingernails leaving scratches on his muscular back, while he pounds into you with those delicious, hard, deep thrusts.

He rolls off you afterward but doesn't get up, and neither do you. You just stay there lying next to each other, your shoulders touching, watching more videos on Sukuna's phone.

Until your phone beeps and you see a message from Nobara,

"Where are you?"

"Don't worry, I am okay. I left the party. Sorry, forgot to text you."

"It's okay, but you didn't answer the question? Where are you? Omg, wait, are you with the curse?"

You laugh, and Sukuna raises an eyebrow. You show him the text, and he huffs, a large tattooed hand darting out to quickly grab the phone out of your hand. Before you can even react, Sukuna has already typed a reply:

"She's in his bed, actually."

You scream and try to pluck your phone from Sukuna's large hand, wrestling with him for it on his bed until you end up in his lap, straddling him, both of you laughing breathlessly.

Sukuna grins up at you and lets the phone drop onto his pillow and instead grabs your hips with both hands, flipping you over on your back, making you squeal and giggle while his lips trail kisses down your neck, and your hands tangle in his soft, pink hair. He pushes your legs apart, lowering his tall, buff body on yours, his half-hard cock rubbing against your tummy, and your body instantly reacts to him too. Your legs wrap around Sukuna's hips, pulling him closer, your hips lifting, welcoming his hardening cock between your wet pussy lips, telling him wordlessly to take you a second time.

Yes, Sukuna is your friend. Your friend, who also gives you damn good dick.

PLEASE, THEY ARE SO SWEET 😭😭

I wanted to show the friendship aspect of the whole fuckbuddies thing in this chapter, and I hope you liked it! I am a sucker for friends to lovers, and I am screaming into my hand when I imagine Sukuna letting Reader in and letting her see behind his mask!!

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In Chapter 7 Reader will get a private ice skating lesson with Hockey Player!Sukuna.

Respond With Cruelty

 -ˋˏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ᴀᴍᴀʙ / ᴀᴏ3 ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ / ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ / ᴡᴄ: 4041 ˏˋ-

Warnings: Dub-con, reader is lured in to Sukuna, true form!Sukuna, tongue blowjob, rough handling, no lube no prep anal, frotting, Sukuna has two dicks, humilation, popping teeth and forcing them back in, gore, captivity

AN: Happy JJK day!! This was/is my first AMAB fic and it was so much fucking fun to write!! Initially it was just Sukuna giving a blowjob but it evolved and got out of hand quickly but I still really love this aaa this weeks episode was so good so heres to celebrate

18+ Blog only! Minors DNI!

Sukuna towered over you – no, it was more than that. The beast engulfed you in his large frame, all four hands encasing you as he carefully ground his knee into your erection. Each brush was intoxicating, surprisingly gentle considering his size, with just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling and hips meeting his motions for more. It doesn’t take long for you to forget about your situation, the environment, what demon is watching you with a wicked smirk. 

You were already a bumbling mess before him, sweating and trying to find purchase on anything you could. Bare feet slid on the concrete beneath, accidentally kicking Sukuna in the process and mumbling a pathetic ‘sorry’ after you made contact with the solid muscle on his ankle. With the way you’re acting, it’s as though he didn’t drag you into his shrine kicking and screaming, all the way up to his throne and tore all your clothes off in one fell swoop. Entirely at his mercy already, just from a little attention on your cock. 

Red eyes bore into you as you beg for mercy, more touches, the pleasure you desire, death. Your heart was racing, albeit from arousal and desperation rather than fear, now. Each drag of his knee flipping over the head of your cock was delicious, but you need more. You need Sukuna to use one of those many hands of his on you, to touch your body and feel the size difference. His torso blocks the rest of his room from you, while his top two eyes keep you locked onto only him. The bottom set of eyes, one horizontal and the other vertical, were locked on your cock and his knee. How you wished to also watch both at the same time.  

Lured in by a pretty lady with promises of pleasure and fun, you fell for it hook line and sinker at first. Her hair was long and shiny, eyes sparkling with mischief as she took your hand in hers and pulled you towards the shrine. Who fucks in a shrine? You thought, but when you verbalised your suspicions, she placated them with another promise. 

’There’s more women inside, you’re gonna love them.’

She was right, there were more women inside of the shrine. At first you thought this was heaven, surrounded by so many beautiful women that gave you attention; fed you, touched you, kissed you, complimented you. Nothing went further than some suggestive touches and light whispers before Sukuna made his appearance. You were supposed to be nothing more than food for him, but your spark piqued his interest to play with his food just a little. 

Obviously you didn’t get away. Normally people will submit themselves and accept fate when they end up this far. Bellies full of food, genitals pulsing with arousal, happiness soaring through their veins. It’s a better way to die than most, plus their blood tastes sweeter that way.

“Such a brat.” Sukuna commented, tongue running along his sharp teeth as he grinned. You still looked like a five star meal to him – he’ll have to reward his concubines for catching someone so juicy. “Are you gonna try and run again?” 

Fear runs through you again, same as when you were first caught, a ghostly feeling of his large hands around your waist. You miss that, need him to touch you like that again; pin you down so easily with just one of his hands, utilising the other three on the rest of your body. You’re just a doll to him; a doll with a cock and voice box. 

You shake your head rapidly, tears in your eyes as your whole body shakes too. The throne was uncomfortable, you’re swamped in its size and having to reach almost your full length to hold on to either arm. An outsider would think you are stupid for not thinking the skulls that decorated and bones that made up the chair would be real. The strange sensation of bone and not plastic under your hands was terrifying, letting out a scream in surprise and attempting to grip onto one of his forearms instead. 

The way he scowled and quickly pulled away from your touch shouldn’t have been as wounding as it was, acting as though your touch was acid that burned him. You felt offended, anger and sadness burning a hole in your chest at the mere implication, but you were quickly reminded of who was before you. A large, clawed hand grabbed your chin, pointed nails digging into the flesh of your cheeks and cutting into you like butter. All four of his eyes were on you now, his knee pulled back and his two lower hands wrapped around your waist. 

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” A gulp and an attempt to shake your head, his grip tightening easily and you cried out in pain as your teeth and jaw were pushed by the force.

“No.” You managed to mumble out, lips puckered and distorted due to his hand. He squeezed again and you felt one of your teeth pop and fall to the back of your throat. 

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

This would be a little easier to handle if he was grinding your cock again – touching it in some form, giving you friction like you deserve after his teasing. You remain silent this time, heavy breathing through your nose and squeezing your fists at your sides. There’s nowhere to run, nor can you fight. Although, before you’re eaten, you do wanna see what’s under that black sirwal. 

Sukuna releases your face, spitting the tooth into your hands at your lap in shock, blood dripping from your lips and onto your hand to surround the piece. There was no pain, only panic and fear that numbed you entirely. Sticking your tongue in the new hole, your mouth was filled with blood and the taste of copper. You didn’t notice your hands shaking when Sukuna plucked the tooth from your hand, inspecting the tiny white piece between his large fingers. He grins, his own white, sharp teeth on show for you. 

“Do you want me to put it back in? Teeth are valuable to humans.” 

As much as the idea of his fingers in your mouth makes your cock ache, there’s a feeling of nausea in your stomach that makes you shake your head. With a tut, your jaw was held in his hand again and forced open. There was no time to scream or thrash as he held you down, the same hand that held your tooth jamming itself into your mouth. His hand was so big, but he didn’t seem to care or take account for how he would fit in the way he stretches you beyond your limits. Playing around with humans is fun, especially when they give him the satisfaction he desires. It’s boring if they submit to him easily; don’t give into the chase or fight him at every corner. The way your teeth graze against his knuckles was the fight he desires – nothing but light kitten scratches on him, you were proving to be more playful than the last few sacrifices. 

Large hands kept you in place; one splayed along your stomach and torso to hold you down to the back of the throne, an awkward angle where if Sukuna pushed any more, your spine would snap at a 90 degree angle. Another hand moved between your legs and cock, running fingers and sharp claws over your length in a threat of pain or pleasure, pinning a leg down if you were thrashing enough to bother him. A third hand kept your face in place, looking up at him with tears in your eyes from the pain. Salty tears ran over his digits and tickled; swept up by a long, warm tongue in a reminder of how inhuman Sukuna can be.

The tooth was pushed back into place, claws scratching up your gums and tongue, the piece being squeezed into the hole painfully. When Sukuna finally removed his hand, you gasped in pain and clearer airways, shouting in pain when he let you go entirely. Lower arms crossed across his stomach and upper arms on his hips, Sukuna watched you writhe in pain on his throne. You were so tiny in such a big chair – it makes him excited. 

“Don’t be so pathetic.” Sukuna commanded you, unfolding his arms to use his index finger on the bottom of your chin, tugging you up to look at him. Tongue swiping across his lips, he grinned. “You’re quite entertaining for a human.” 

It feels like a compliment, but the throb in your mouth and blood running down your chin makes it feel like mocking. Red eyes peer down at you, monstrous and sinister, there’s nothing good about his gaze. And yet you feel your insides churn in the best and worst way possible, hands itching to touch yourself in front of him, hoping to encourage him to pleasure you. Temptation has always been a weak point for you, unable to stop yourself from giving in at the first chance you get – almost impulsive by nature. 

Sukuna’s grin became wider as all four of his eyes peered down at you touching yourself, a pathetic moan tore through your lungs as you fucked your fist at breakneck speeds. If he wasn’t going to keep pleasuring you, then you were going to do it yourself. Fit to explode, your hips jerked uncontrollably with every swipe of your hand along your length, jaw agape as you stare up at the creature before you. Leaning forward, his hot breath was on your face, emphasising the size difference further. His mouth was so big, he could devour you if he really wanted to; take off over half your face with one bite of his sharp teeth. 

Instead, your hand was roughly removed from your cock, creating the most pathetic whine you didn’t think you were capable of. Both wrists were in his grasp, moved above your head and locked in place with one hand. You needed to get off, the build in your core dissipating when close to your release, balls aching with desperation. Maybe this was your payment for trying to not only indulge in lust with those women, but with a demonic curse whose intent is to kill you. 

Fingers wrapped around your ankle and pull you closer to him, bare skin dragging against the concrete and bones of the throne beneath you. A shout of pain was quickly turned into a moan when something hot and wet ran along your balls and the base of your shaft. Your back was laid across the seat of the throne, plenty of room to lay down and Sukuna to hover over you. His eyes were locked onto yours again, all four of them watching you with interest. Daring to break away, you look down with a gasp.

A tongue was protruding from a slit in Sukuna’s stomach; flesh split apart to make room for the second mouth, seamless when closed and hiding teeth just as sharp, a tongue even bigger and longer than the one on his face. Fear and pleasure were more overwhelming than before at the sight, the long muscle tapered at the end flicked the skin of your balls and elicited a groan, running the base along each ball and wrapping around them. 

It was unreal – a feeling like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It was finally the pleasure you seeked for so long, but you can feel the strength behind him just from the second mouth. The tongue moved to your length, lapping at the precum that consistently leaked and pooled along your stomach; tears built up in your eyes when it ran along your weeping slit, pathetic cries bouncing off of the walls. 

You couldn’t help but try and wiggle in his grasp, though it was fruitless as his grip was strong and confident in your smaller limbs. Still holding your wrists and ankle, all you could do was watch as the abnormal tongue wrapped around your cock or watch Sukuna’s face above you. Two of his eyes had drifted this time, his bottom two again, down to your twitching cock. The attention was almost as painful as the terror that ran through you, never able to settle and allow yourself to enjoy this due to the fact he can kill you at any point. 

“Are you going to cum?” Sukuna asks, seemingly breathless himself, but you don’t pick up on it. 

If your head wasn’t so clouded with lust you’d have noticed the way he mindlessly jerked his hips back and forth too, black fabric expertly hiding the bulge beneath that waved with each small thrust. Instead, you could barely manage a nod between shameless moans and groans, pathetic whimpers that no one has ever been able to pull from you before. Your balls were pulling up to your body as you came closer to the edge, cock twitching with each stroke of the tongue wrapped around your length, nails digging into the palms of your hands as you’re kept in place. 

Sukuna leaned forward, noses almost touching – or at least his nose touching you. He was enjoying this as much as you were, relishing in the pathetic moan that’s drawn out from your lungs as you came all over yourself. It was painful, so worked up and cumming so hard but it felt so good. More tears appeared in the rim of your eyes, unable to look away from Sukuna’s. In your orgasmic haze, they were truly mesmerising. If this were a cartoon, there’d be hearts in your eyes for the monster. 

You continue to make pathetic noises when his stomach tongue laps at your chest and neck of your cum, Sukuna grunting and top lip twitching in a snarl - it makes you wonder if he can taste with his other tongue. The feel of him lapping up your release made you groan, wet muscle dancing along your torso and flexing against his hold again. Before you can finish indulging in the aftermath of your release, you were dragged off of the throne and onto the floor by your ankle. 

A noise of surprise left you, followed by one of pain when you hit the concrete. Sukuna threw himself into the chair; his rightful throne, of which you were using your smaller body to warm it up for him. You look up from your position on the floor, your head clearing his knee. This could be your chance to escape, run away again and hope he kills you this time. There’s a funny feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you you’re not making it out of here alive – so why not try and make your grand escape? 

Except he knows how to keep you interested. 

One fist was propped up on the arm of his throne, holding up his head as he stared down at you, a lazy grin on his lips. Another hand was palming himself through his pants, wrapping his fist around the length and giving you  an idea of just how big he was. Everything else about him was huge; why wouldn’t his cock be?

You swallow thick and watch as he continues to stroke himself through his pants, cock already twitching back to life in interest of what he has hiding beneath the fabric. Sukuna never did show you what’s under there like you’d hoped, but it would be nice seeing it before you die. 

Using his leg to aid you, you crawl onto your knees and then into his lap, legs stretched painfully so to accommodate the width of his thighs as you sit on them. Your eyes were drifting from his face and down to his bulge, watching with shame as the grin grew wider and those sharp teeth were on show again. Sukuna didn’t wait much longer before hooking his thumb under the elastic of his sirwal, pulling the fabric down and releasing one cock, then two. 

He has two fucking cocks?

You blink and stare; not only are they huge, but there’s two of them. This was definitely more than you bargained for, and Sukuna chuckled low in his throat at the attention, “Have you gone shy?” 

There’s no way one is going to fit inside of you – in your mouth or your ass. Not without doing some severe and irreversible damage. At the same time, you may not have a choice in the matter as they both twitch under your gaze. One sits atop another, almost like his arms, and are identical in size and length. You can’t wrap your hand around one of them, your heart pounding with excitement. 

“Permission… To speak?” You try quietly, unsure of yourself but your hand slowly and cautiously rubs up and down his cock. 

Sukuna hums, still resting his head on his fist, watching your face and your hand. It seems like he’s thinking about it – and he genuinely was. He doesn’t like his food talking back to him, though you already felt confident enough to touch him again without permission. You’re a funny little thing; he doesn’t like you, rather intrigued by you. 

“Permission granted.” Sukuna responds with a grin still, adjusting the way he sits ever so slightly and shuffling you in his lap. 

You actually didn’t expect to be given permission to speak. What you wanted to say had almost been wiped away from your mind, going blank and panicked. With a furrow of your brow, you muster up as much confidence as you can. 

“How do you want me to pleasure you? I don’t think I can take you.” 

Sukuna raises a brow, the only one he has on the ‘human’ part of his face. The hand on his cock stops, though not for long as one of his idle hands wraps around yours and moves again. 

“A bold statement for someone who hasn’t even tried.” A cold shiver went up your spine. “I’ll make you take me, whether it kills you or not.” 

That same hand that was enveloped in Sukuna’s was pulled away from his cock, body nudged forward and held up by his bottom two arms, nails digging into sensitive flesh as he held you above his lower cock. You shake your head, tears beginning  again as the fear overtook any pleasure you can foresee from this act. Regret was heavy in your heart for daring to speak, the audacity to dare such a creature into possibly giving you any kind of mercy. Anal without any prep is a painful nightmare normally, nevermind with a cock that’s twice the size of a human. 

Of course, Sukuna didn’t care. If anything, he seemed to take pleasure in the way your hands shake and grasp onto his chest for leverage, the tip of his cock prodding against your hole. It was happening whether you wanted it or not, nails digging into the marked chest that were barely scratches to the beast. The room was filled with your cries of pain and agony as you’re split open, vision fuzzy with the pain that tore through you. Your noises encouraged him further, biting his lip as he lowered you further onto his length. 

Eventually, you were sat as far down as you could go, nearly to the base of his shaft and dizzy with the feeling. Never have you felt so full before, a throbbing ache and your whole body shaking. Looking up at Sukuna, who had lifted his head now, you silently pleaded for mercy – how foolish of you. 

Sukuna did the moving for you; two hands on your hips bouncing you on his cock, short and fast strokes to help encourage your hole to stretch and loosen around him. Blood ran down his length and your legs, hot and fast like the tears down your face. Your hands remained on his chest, splayed against pale skin and one of the only things you can look at as the pain was immeasurable. The word ‘please’ hung on the tip of your tongue, desperate to beg and plead with him as the pain made you feel faint, but it never came out – not even to be killed and given mercy. 

After you had loosened up enough, Sukuna began moving you in longer strokes. It still hurts; your whole body throbbing, everything leaking with tears, blood and drool. However, the pain had gotten to a point where you were almost numb to it all, hints of pleasure shooting up your cock as you rubbed against his other. It felt like you weren’t in your own body, unable to answer if asked what possessed you to grab his and your cocks to hold them together with both hands in a pathetic display. 

You consider yourself to have a generous sized cock; longer than average, thicker than average but nothing in comparison to Sukuna. His cock swamped yours in size, letting out a pathetic moan at the sight of you pushed together. It added to the pleasure rubbing up on him like this, Sukuna grinning as he watched you. You squeezed whenever your heads were connected, underside of each other brushing and frenulums touching in a sensitive spot for you. This made the experience a little easier and the fire in your core burned brighter. 

“I don’t think I can take you.” Sukuna mocked you, a huff of a laugh vibrating through your bones. “Damn brat.” 

There was no more embarrassment or shame to be had left. You were even beginning to bounce yourself on his cock as best you can, moving with his hands in the same rhythm he had you. Everything still hurts immensely, yet the thought of being filled with his seed encourages you to keep going. Since everything else about him is bigger and more excessive, surely his loads are massive between two cocks. 

Moans could be heard between your huffs of breath, allowing yourself to be used like a toy as he moved you, hitting your prostate with each thrust. Bulbous head of his cock slamming into you with the lowering of your body, pulling you up to squeeze your heads together. It was quite the sight seeing Sukuna breathless, eyes dark with lust as you watched him edge closer to his own release. 

As expected, you came much sooner than he did and the pain began again. Your seed was left alone this time, guiding your cock to cum on your chest again with a groan and releasing Sukuna’s second dick. He didn’t give you a second to process anything, enjoy your second and arguably more powerful orgasm, as he continued to fuck himself with you. 

Pain, pain, pain.

Pathetic groans of anguish and exhaustion were all that echoed from you, Sukuna’s harsh breathing and your flaccid cock slapping against his still erect one. You wished for it to be over; either kill you or cum, unsure how much longer you can stand without the mix of pleasure sweetening the experience. Black was beginning to creep into your vision like a vignette picture, slowly losing control of your limbs and feeling weak and heavy in his grasp. 

You were barely conscious to experience his release, groaning as he came inside of you and onto himself. Both cocks spurted out ropes of cum, twitching as one was held inside of you and coated your insides. He just kept going and going, filling you up to a point where his seed was leaking out and mixing with the blood from your hole. A feeling better than you could’ve ever imagined; you were just upset you were barely conscious to cherish it. 

Carelessly pulled off of Sukuna, he all but tosses you back onto your feet, scraping your knees and feet as you try and keep yourself from falling face first. 

He hums, pulling the fabric of his sirwal up with one hand and flicking the cum on his chest towards you with another. “I’m going to keep you for a little while – just until you start to bore me.” 

Oh how you wish to bore him quickly.

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