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frat!Sukuna gets drunk and drops to his knees, begging his "ex-girlfriend" to give him one more chance.
A few days ago, everything went to shit.
You and Sukuna had a fight so bad that somewhere along the way, you just stopped hearing each other. Neither of you was willing to back down. Every sentence came out louder than the last, every word cutting deeper than the one before it. Eventually, you looked him straight in the eyes and, quietly, exhausted, told him you were done.
That you didn't want to see him anymore.
Didn't want to talk to him.
Didn't want anything to do with him.
Sukuna didn't even take you seriously.
Of course he didn't.
You'd been pissed at him before. You'd stormed out, slammed doors, ignored him for hours, sometimes even an entire day. But you always came back in the end because the two of you were far too damn stubborn to learn how to fight like actual adults.
So he figured this would be no different.
For the first couple of days, he genuinely believed your temper was nothing more than another flare-up that would burn itself out once you'd cooled off. But when every text he'd sent stayed unread, and you started walking right past him on campus without sparing him more than a passing glance, that confidence curdled into something cold, ugly, and suffocating.
You became impossible to catch, like a ghost. You avoided him, stopped showing up at the fraternity house, and, worst of all, started letting other guys close the distance he'd spent so long making sure nobody crossed.
That was the part that made him sick.
You no longer let him act like he still had any claim over you.
Back then, his hand would naturally settle against the small of your back whenever you pushed through a crowd together. He'd steal your backpack before you could complain, pull you in by the waist, kiss you without a second thought right in front of everyone.
Nobody questioned it.
They all knew you were his.
Sukuna had never tried to hide how territorial he was.
He liked people understanding that before they got too close.
Now all he could do was watch.
From a distance.
Every time one of your friends rested a hand on your shoulder or casually wrapped an arm around your waist, he could feel his blood begin to boil. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white as he stared holes into your back with such a heavy gaze it felt like you should've been able to feel it.
By the seventh day, he was convinced he was going to fucking snap.
When he finally worked up the nerve to confront you on campus and demand an explanation, you answered him with nothing more than a bitter, dismissive smile before turning away without so much as slowing your pace.
That was the last straw.
The fraternity party Toji had dragged him to, insisting a few bottles of liquor would help him cool off, ended up becoming the place where whatever self-control he had left finally gave out.
He never expected to see you there.
The music was already blasting from halfway down the street, heavy bass vibrating through his chest long before he stepped inside the house. Light spilled from the open windows. People crowded the front porch with red plastic cups in hand, laughing loudly enough to drown out the speakers.
You always used to come here with him.
And almost every single time, you'd say the same thing.
That frat parties wore you out.
That they were too loud, too crowded, and you barely knew half the people there.
But somehow, none of it seemed to matter when you were with him. You'd admitted yourself that he was the only reason you actually felt comfortable coming here, because as long as Sukuna was around, nobody would dare cross a line.
Which was exactly why the first thing he saw after stepping into the living room made him stop dead in his tracks.
You were standing almost in the middle of the room.
A red Solo cup rested comfortably in your hand, a faint blush dusted your cheeks, and there it was...
A smile.
One he hadn't seen in an entire week.
You threw your head back laughing while one of your friends told some stupid story.
And you looked...
Happy.
Terrifyingly free of him.
Like nothing had happened over the last seven days.
Like he simply didn't exist anymore.
He couldn't look away.
Didn't even try.
He just stood there, staring.
Staring.
Long enough for Toji to follow his line of sight before letting out a quiet, knowing chuckle.
"Quit burning holes through her with your eyes," he muttered, holding out a bottle. "Or just get shitfaced already. At this rate you're gonna kill somebody."
Sukuna silently snatched the bottle out of his hand.
He took several long swallows.
The liquor burned all the way down, but it did nothing to loosen the tight knot twisting in his chest.
His eyes found you again.
Right then, some guy wandered over to you. You said something that made him grin, and a second later he casually threw an arm around your shoulders in greeting.
Sukuna's grip tightened around the bottle.
"I'm serious," Toji said under his breath. "Don't look."
Sukuna didn't answer.
A few minutes later there was another bottle in his hand.
Then another.
Someone kept refilling his cup with whiskey. Someone slapped him on the shoulder. Someone tried dragging him into conversations.
The conversations around him blurred into meaningless noise.
Like it was happening to somebody else.
But he kept seeing you.
Talking with your friends.
Laughing.
Dancing with everyone elseโnot particularly well, but with the kind of genuine happiness you couldn't fake.
Brushing your hair back over your shoulder every now and then.
And every single time...
There was always someone beside you.
A guy leaning in a little too close.
Another brushing against your arm.
Someone else laughing at whatever you'd just said.
It honestly felt like every other guy in the damn house had suddenly decided today was the perfect day to notice you.
He knew it was bullshit.
He knew everything probably looked exactly the same a week ago.
Only one thing had changed.
Back then...
You'd been standing beside him.
Now you weren't.
And somehow, that alone was enough for jealousy to slowly rot into something far uglier.
The alcohol wasn't helping.
If anything...
It was making it worse.
It stripped away every last bit of restraint he had left.
By three in the morning, the room had started swimming in front of his eyes. The music had blurred into one endless wall of noise, faces melted together, and the floor beneath him felt just unstable enough to make him sway.
But no matter how drunk he got...
He always found you.
Immediately.
Every time.
You were standing near the kitchen with a few friends, laughing at something some tall guy in a hoodie was saying while another leaned lazily against the wall beside you.
Sukuna let out a slow, heavy breath.
He set his nearly empty cup down on the nearest table.
Then, already drunk off his ass...
He started walking toward you.
Alcohol fed every possessive instinct he had, turning his jealousy into something reckless, volatile, and completely out of control.
In Sukuna's mind, you still belonged to him.
People moved out of his way almost instinctively.
He bumped into some with his shoulder.
Others he shoved aside without a second thought.
A few shot him irritated looks over their shoulders, but one glance from him was enough to make every single one of them think better of saying anything.
You noticed him too late.
He was already standing right in front of you.
Tall.
Drunk.
Dangerously quiet.
One of your friends opened his mouth, ready to say something, but Sukuna simply stepped forward, forcing him to back off.
Now there was nobody left between the two of you.
You instinctively tensed.
He reeked of alcohol and that familiar scent that used to make you feel safe, but now only made your stomach twist with anxious anticipation. Towering over you, he leaned down until his lips were close to your ear.
"Let's talk."
You studied him for a long moment before slowly shaking your head.
"No."
It came out barely above a whisper.
But he heard it.
That single word pulled the trigger.
Sukuna closed his eyes for only a second.
He let out a sharp breath.
His shoulders sagged.
Then, without looking away from you for even a moment, he unexpectedly took a step back.
His eyes were bloodshot, glazed over with alcohol, but beneath it was something desperate.
Something terrified.
Right there, in front of a room full of stunned people, he slowly lowered himself onto one knee.
Then the other.
Ending up at your feet.
For one strange moment, it felt as though the entire party had fallen silent.
The music was still playing.
People were still moving.
But all of it faded into the background until it felt like the two of you were standing inside a vacuum.
You stared down at him, your heart turning painfully inside your chest.
Sukuna.
Proud.
Stubborn.
The kind of man who would rather throw a punch than admit he was wrong.
The kind of man who had never apologized to anyone in his life, let alone gotten down on his kneesโespecially not in front of his "ex-girlfriend."
And yet here he was.
Looking up at you with an expression so painfully full of regret that it barely seemed real.
"Just... talk to me."
His voice was still low.
His voice stayed low.
Rough.
Stubborn as ever.
You only narrowed your eyes.
His gaze flickered downward for a split second, almost panicked, as though he genuinely thought you were about to walk away.
Before you could even move, his large, warm hands settled firmly around your thighs, gripping the fabric of your skirt tightly, afraid you'd disappear if he let go.
For one ridiculous second, you were convinced he was about to accidentally pull your skirt down.
Instead, he simply leaned forward.
Resting his cheek against your stomach.
Searching for comfort in the warmth of your body.
"Please..."
His voice cracked beneath the alcohol.
"Just... talk to me."
He swallowed hard.
"I'll do anything."
Your chest tightened painfully.
A week ago...
You'd been certain you never wanted to see him again.
And now...
The proudest man you'd ever known was kneeling in the middle of a packed fraternity house, swallowing every ounce of his pride while dozens of people watched in stunned silence.
The same guy everyone swore was physically incapable of apologizingโthe asshole everyone wrote off as an arrogant bastardโwas begging you for one more chance.
Your heart faltered.
You weren't sure you had the strength to push him away again.
You knew forgiving him wouldn't be easy.
You knew he wasn't going to change overnight.
He'd still get jealous.
Still try to make the rules.
Still be impossible to deal with.
But looking down at him nowโat his broad frame trembling ever so slightly because he was genuinely afraid you'd leaveโyou realized something.
You couldn't tell him no.
You reached up and gently rested your hand on top of his head, your fingers slipping through his coarse pink hair.
Sukuna froze.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he lifted his head to look at you.
For the first time since you'd met him, he looked nothing like the stubborn asshole everyone knew.
He looked like a cornered dog waiting to find out whether it was about to be kicked away or shown mercy.
There was so much hope in his eyes that it stole the air from your lungs.
Just one chance to say everything he hadn't managed to say that day.
Unable to fight that look any longerโor the warmth of his hands that still refused to let go of your thighsโyou finally gave a small, reluctant nod.
"...Okay."
It was enough.
Relief washed over his face so quickly your chest tightened.
Sukuna let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Then, carefully, he pushed himself back to his feet.
The moment he stood, he swayed hard enough that you instinctively reached out to steady him.
Your hand caught his forearm before he could lose his balance.
He looked down at your fingers wrapped around him.
And smiled.
It was the stupidest, most lopsided smile you'd ever seen.
The same one that had always managed to drive you completely insane. There was the faintest hint of triumph in his smile. Before you could second-guess yourself, his hand closed tightly around yours.
"Come on."
His voice was still hoarse from the whiskey.
"I'll explain everything."
Without giving you the chance to change your mind, he laced his fingers through yours and gentlyโbut firmlyโguided you away from the crowd, already dragging you toward somewhere quieter where he fully intended to explain exactly why you should forgive him.
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โฆ. Youโre trying to save money for collegeโฆ And at the same time your neighbor โ that asshole and a pervert, Ryomen Sukuna โ gets out of prison. He offers to keep your little secret, but on one condition... โIโll pay you thirty bucks to take my cock in your mouth. Right here, before Toji gets back. Be a good girl.โ
This summer is going to be a long one.
And Sukuna has already decided exactly how youโre going to spend it.
โ ข. part three! series masterlist
โฆ.cw : Toxic Dynamics :: Dubious Consent :: Power Imbalance :: Fear of Getting Caught :: Sexual Harassment :: Blackmail & Threats :: Degradation :: Slut-shaming :: Dirty Talk :: Rough Fingering :: Forced Orgasm :: Titjob / Paizuri :: Cum on Body
The heat is suffocating.
You stand by the open window, pressing a cold glass of lemonade to your lips. The ice has almost completely melted, leaving cloudy streaks along the glass, and the sweet, citrusy taste does nothing to soothe your dry throat.
Thin beads of sweat trail down your spine, collecting at the small of your back, right where the fabric of your swimsuit clings to your skin. The humid air wraps around you like a second layer, sticky enough to settle into every pore.
Your bikini top is already darkened with sweat. Your tiny denim shorts cling to your hips, as though they've soaked up the heat itself. You drain the last of your lemonade and set the glass down on the windowsill a little harder than necessary. The remaining ice cubes clink sharply against the glass.
For the past few weeks, you've been doing everything you can to stay out of Sukuna's way.
The second you hear his heavy footsteps on the porch, you find an excuse to disappear. The moment the growl of his Mustang rolls into the driveway, your stomach drops, your heartbeat climbing into your throat.
You keep telling yourself that if you don't cross paths with him, maybe this obsessionโhis obsession with youโwill eventually burn itself out.
What a joke.
But you can't avoid Sukuna.
His eyes find you every single time.
Whenever everyone gathers outside in the evenings, you deliberately sit beside other guysโthe neighbor's son, an old friend from school, anyone. You laugh at their stupid jokes, all while stealing glances at Ryomen from the corner of your eye.
His expression never changes.
Cold. Blank. He nurses a beer or lights another cigarette, looking almost bored, but his eyes never leave you.
They find you through the crowd, studying every movement you make. Every laugh. Every smile. Every accidental brush of someone else's hand against your shoulder, as though committing it all to memory.
The longer this twisted game drags on, the more terrified you become.
You can feel the tension winding tighter beneath your skin.
And when it finally snaps...
You know you're going to be the one left in pieces.
You forgot one thing.
Sukuna doesn't tolerate outsiders.
A steady hum of voices drifts in through the back door, mixed with laughter and the shrill screams of children. Half the neighborhood seems to have shown up.
Someone brought meat for the barbecue, someone else showed up with salads, and others dragged folding chairs beneath the old oak just to claim a patch of shade.
You step onto the porch, and the scorching air crashes into you like a wave from an open oven. The midday sun hangs directly overhead, bleaching the grass into a dull yellow. Heat shimmers above the asphalt.
"Hey! Over here!"
Yuji stands waist-deep in the pool, dark wet hair plastered to his forehead, his usual bright grin stretching across his face. He waves both arms to get your attention.
You make your way down the stone path, the sun-heated gravel biting into your bare feet. The moment you reach the edge of the pool, Yuji flashes a mischievous smile and splashes you.
Cold water smacks against your stomach.
You gasp, flinch back, then laugh as you curse at him.
"Come on! Get in!" he calls, sunlight glistening across his shoulders. "The water's perfect!"
You peel off your shorts, letting them fall into the grass before climbing onto the metal ladder. The steps burn your feet, but the second the water reaches your waist, the oppressive heat melts away.
The water smells of sharp, clean chlorine and the sun-heated plastic of the pool edge. You dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water wash away the sweat. You surface, gasping, only for Yuji to splash you again, and suddenly you are wrestling like kids, the water spraying everywhere, a brief, fleeting escape from the dread.
Yuji lunges for your waist, but you twist away, slipping toward the deep end before resurfacing behind him.
"That's cheating!" he laughs, spinning around.
"Oh, quit whining."
He catches you the next time, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the pool floor.
You squeal, grabbing at his sides.
His body isn't the same as it used to be.
His hands are rough now, strong, all lean muscle beneath warm skin.
With a laugh, he tosses you into the water.
For one blissful second, everything goes silent. Only bubbles drift past your face.
You surface, coughing and laughing at the same time, then shove him in the chest with all your strength.
He barely moves.
Just stands there, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're such an asshole," you mutter between breaths.
Water trickles down your collarbones, collecting at the ties of your swimsuit.
Yuji laughs, but the smile fades almost immediately.
"Uh... I've gotta get back to the grill." He rubs the back of his neck. "If Sukuna catches me slacking off..."
Your smile disappears.
"He's... coming?"
Your voice comes out quieter than you intended.
"Yeah." Yuji nods. "He and Toji went to grab more beer."
He notices the look on your face and lowers his voice.
"Sorry. I know you two don't exactly get along. But... maybe things have changed over the past year?" He shrugs. "Honestly, he barely ever talks about you."
You force yourself to nod.
If only Yuji knew.
If only this kind, oblivious boy had even the slightest idea what had happened two nights ago in the backseat of his brother's Mustang.
The way Sukuna had wrapped your hair around his fist.
The way he'd forced your face down between his knees.
The way you'd stared into those wild crimson eyes while he ruined your throat.
Your fingers drift unconsciously to your neck. It still feels as though his grip has never really left your skin.
"I should head inside," you mumble, already climbing out of the pool. "I need to dry off."
"What? We literally just got in!" Yuji calls after you.
But you're already walking away, not listening anymore.
Youโre basically sprinting. The wet fabric clings to your body, highlighting every curve. The concrete is slick; you almost slip.
You frantically scan the tables for his silhouette, praying to slip by unnoticed.
Youโre one foot onto the porch steps when a heavy palm slams onto your shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, jerking you backward.
You gasp, and your back slams into a rough wooden pillar.
The wood is scorching hot beneath the relentless sun, searing against your shoulder blades almost as fiercely as his grip.
He looms over you, a mountain of heat and shadow that swallows the light, cutting you off from the rest of the world.
Heat pours off him. He smells like sweat, sharp cologne, and bitter cigarette smoke.
The white t-shirt clinging to his chest is damp at the collar. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from his chest pocket. The tattoos on his face look like ink-stained scars, and his eyes hold nothing but cruel amusement.
"Where are you running off to, brat?" His voice is a gravelly, guttural growl. "Saw me and decided to bolt?"
"Let go, Sukuna," you hiss, pressing your palms to his chest. Under your fingers, his muscles are hard and boiling hot. "Let go, someoneโs gonna come out!"
"And what are they gonna do?"
He leans in, pinning you against the pillar with his weight. Your wet swimsuit leaves a darkening, spreading blotch on his shirt. He drops his gaze to your chest, slowly licking his parched lips.
"Those tits look insane. Wear that on purpose? Knew I was coming, didn't you, little bitch?"
"Fuck off," you exhale.
He thrusts a hip, forcing your head to smack against the wood again. His calloused hand, smelling of engine oil, unceremoniously rests on your waist, his fingers digging in.
"Decided to get a piece of the brat while you're at it?" he whispers right into your lips. "I saw you fawning over him in the pool. Have fun?"
"We were just playing! Yuji is my friend, you hear me? He's normal, unlike you!"
"Friend," Sukuna spits out venomously. "That pup follows you around like a lost dog. And you love it, don't you?"
His hand slides lower, roughly grazing your thigh, his fingers shoving under the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms. Without a shred of foreplay, he shoves a finger inside.
You freeze, breath hitched.
"Sukuna... don't... please..."
"I don't give a damn," he smirks.
His finger moves deeper, working you.
"My dad... my dad's gonna come out and see!" youโre almost begging.
Not now.
Please, not here.
"And whatโs your old man gonna do?" Sukuna sneers. "Beat me up? Brat, your daddy worships me."
His thumb grinds down hard on your most sensitive spot. A suffocating, sticky heat floods your lower belly. You hate yourself for how fast your body starts pulsing under his touch.
"I can hear you breathing," Ryomen whispers, biting your earlobe until it draws blood. "You want me to tear this piece of trash off right here and fuck you? Say 'no,' and I'll pull my hand out. Well? Say it."
You open your mouth, trying to choke out that damn "no," but instead, a dirty, drawn-out moan escapes your lips.
"Slut," Sukuna growls.
He jerks his hand away, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the kitchen door.
"Get inside. Now." He gives your wrist another rough tug. "Running away, huh?"
You knew he was crazy. A hot-headed, dangerous beast. Once youโre in the dim hallway, he turns, his face inches from yours. His eyes burn with something wild, something deeply wrong.
You never should have gotten close to Sukuna.
You never should have made that deal.
"You get whatโs gonna happen if your saint of a father finds out how his little girl sucks dick in parking lots?" he spits.
"It... it wasn't like that..." you sob, tears blinding you.
"Oh yeah? Then what was it? You just naturally learned how to swallow my cock to the hilt? Just swallowed my cum while you were dripping like a bitch?"
You cover your face, choking on a sob. Sukuna waits. Then his grip on your wrist lightens. He lets out a heavy, dirty sigh.
"Go upstairs." His voice is quieter now, but there's still steel beneath it.
He gives you a slight shove toward the stairs.
Your heart pounds in your temples. Your mouth has gone dry. You want to scream, call for Yuji, run back to the people outsideโbut your feet move anyway.
You run. Faster than if he were dragging you himself. Because the fear and panic inside you are tangled so tightly with the forbidden arousal pulling you under that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Youโd be lying if you said you didn't want this.
You'd be lying if you said the adrenaline wasn't pulling you toward him.
You rush into your room.
Run.
Move.
Why aren't you moving?
Sukuna follows close behind.
The lock clicks with a dry, terrifying snap.
You stand in the center of the room, gasping.
The window is left slightly ajar, and the boisterous, drunken laughter of your father echoes up from the backyard, mocking your silence. The sunset floods the room in a sickly, golden light.
Sukuna leans his back against the door.
Anyone outside who looks up will see you through the glass. The sheer, reckless audacity of it makes your mind reel with vertigo.
Sukuna takes a step. Then another. He is huge, a dangerous predator filling the space of your clean, quiet bedroom. You back away until your knees hit the mattress.
"Sit," he orders.
You don't move.
Ryomen is enormous, filthy, smelling of the summer heat, beer, and the street. He fills every inch of your quiet bedroom.
"I said, sit."
You drop to the edge, your wet swimsuit leaving a dark, damp stain on the pristine white sheet. He steps in, forcing your knees apart with his legs until you are completely trapped between them.
"So nervousโฆ" A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."
Sukuna looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He doesn't hesitate; he reaches out, slapping your cheek with a casual, stinging disregard before grabbing your chin, forcing your face up to meet his dark, predatory stare.
"Don't be scared, little one," he rasps, his eyes glinting with a savage hunger. "I don't bite. Unless you start begging for it."
His hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, forcing your cheek against the denim of his crotch. You can feel the heavy, pulsing heat of himโhuge and rigidโpressing against your face through the thick fabric.
"I missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
"Sukuna... my dad... he'll come up..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"Fuck," he growls, his patience fraying. "Quit whining."
His free hand dives under the hem of your top, and with one sharp, violent motion, he yanks the fabric up. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air.
You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists and pins them firmly to your sides.
He grabs your wrists, pinning them wide, and his fingers squeeze your breast with such punishing intensity that a sharp cry escapes your lips.
He only smirks, reaching behind your neck to jerk the ties of your bikini top free. It falls away, leaving you completely bare before him.
"Come on, brat," he breathes, his eyes darkening to black. "Jerk me off with your tits. Show me you remember how."
His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look him in the eyes.
"You understand me? Or do I need to knock it into your head?"
Your shaking fingers grab his belt. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. His cock falls out heavy, the wet tip glistening in the sunset.
"Don't be shy," he sneers. "Remember how you used to lick it. How deep youโd take it."
You swallow, licking your parched lips. Sukuna snorts mockingly.
"Just do it, I'm tired of waiting."
You cup your breasts in your hands, pressing his shaft firmly between them. The skin is slippery from sweat and leftover pool water; the cock moves easily, with a wet, sliding sound. You speed up the pace, squeezing your palms tighter. Under your hands, he becomes even more tense and aroused.
"Yeah... thatโs it, slut... Squeeze harder."
He starts moving his hips to meet you, practically fucking your chest with short, sharp, mechanical thrusts. The belt buckle clinks against the button with every movement, and he pushes deeper, faster.
Downstairs, Yujiโs laughter rings out, oblivious, while inside you, everything is melting into a puddle of shame and hunger. You part your lips, sucking the head on every forward thrust.
"Damn... fuck..." Sukuna rasps. "Yeah, like that... More... Iโm gonna..."
He cums just as you take the head into your mouth again. Hot, thick spurts splash across your chest, your neck, coating your chin. He stays there for a long time, his whole body shuddering with every release.
Sukuna finally steps back, breathing heavily. He zips up and looks down at youโdisheveled, covered in his essence, and trembling.
"Good job," he huffs, a look of satiated, animal triumph in his eyes. "Obedient little slut."
A large drop of his seed falls onto your navel. Your hand, acting on its own, drops down, your fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of your panties. You are aching with a hunger that doesn't end. He sees it, and his smirk widens.
"What, did you like it when I was rough?"
"No, I...โ"
"What 'please'?" He leans in, grabbing your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Say it. Out loud."
"I want you to fuck me!"
"I thought so."
He throws you onto your back. The mattress squeaks piteously as he bears down on you, pinning you to the bed with his massive body.
"Lie still and don't you dare twitch."
He takes your hands, puts them over your head, and pins them to the pillow with one of his massive palms, stripping you of the slightest chance to defend yourself. Youโre completely open and left to his mercy. He tears your panties aside.
His fingers jam inside, relentless, hitting you at full reach. The soundโthe wet, rhythmic squelching as you move on your own, grinding against his handโis enough to snap whatever thin leash he had on his restraint.
"Slut... what a fucking slut you are," he growls through his teeth. He grinds his crotch against your side, his hard, throbbing length pressing through the denim, punishing your bare, wet skin.
"Look at me, fuck," he orders, his free hand clamping around your throat. "Open your eyes, slut, and see whoโs fucking you."
He dips his head, his teeth sinking into your skin right over your pulseโa sharp, sudden bite that makes you gasp. He instantly licks the sting with his scorching tongue, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Feel how much I want you?" he rasps into your ear. "I want to bury myself in you. But first, youโre gonna come from my fingers. Youโre gonna come for me, hear me?"
His movements turn frantic. His thumb hammers against your clitoris with no mercy. You arch into him, your fingers tearing at his shirt. Everything inside you pulls tight, like a wire strung to the breaking point. The tension becomes unbearable, and you explode. A loud scream is drowned in his shoulder, your body goes into convulsions, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a death grip.
Sukuna doesn't stop, continuing to move his fingers, wringing the last of the orgasm out of you until you go completely limp, turning into a ragdoll.
He finally pulls his hand out with a wet, heavy sound.
He brings his stained fingers to his lips, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes, and slowly licks them clean.
Sukuna stands up. As his weight leaves the mattress, the room suddenly feels empty. He fastens his belt, the sharp click of the buckle sounding like a death sentence.
"So, how are we supposed to go back downstairs after that?" He sounds lazy, but his eyes burn with triumph. "You smell like me and sex from a mile away, brat."
"Why are you doing this, Sukuna?" Your voice trembles. "Was that night not enough for you?"
He pauses, leaning in so close that the smoke from his cigarette burns your eyes.
"Enough? Brat, it'll never be enough. You brought this on yourself. Remember this: stay the hell away from my brother. You so much as look at him again, and I'll fuck you on his own bed. I don't give a damn who's outside the door."
He strolls to the dresser, lights another cigarette, and exhales a stream of smoke. "What? Not even a 'thank you'?"
You give the smallest nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I understand."
"Good girl."
He turns toward the door. It clicks shut behind him, and his footsteps fade. You are left alone, and your gaze drifts to the nightstand. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills lie there.
Payment. That's all it is.
Nausea crawls up your throat, but the worst partโthe part that makes you want to tear yourself apartโis the faint, pulse-like satisfaction still buried deep inside you. Your body has betrayed you.
You grab a wet wipe and, frantically, until your skin is raw and purple, you wipe the semen from your chest and neck, desperately trying to wash away the smell of his tobacco and skin. With trembling fingers, you somehow pull on your wet swimsuit and head down to the backyard.
Suddenly, right by your ear, making your whole body flinch, his low, mocking voice rings out:
"Sweetheart, you forgot to wipe the traces off your chin."
You spin around abruptly. Sukuna is standing a step away from you, demons dancing in his eyes, and on his lipsโthat same crooked, triumphant smirk. Toji is standing behind him, lazily sipping beer and giving you a sharp, sly once-over from head to toe. Heโs clearly in on your "secret."
You jerk your hand up in fear, frantically scrubbing your chin... but your fingers are dry.
Thereโs nothing there.
He lied.
Just to mock you.
To show that you are completely in his power.
Your face flushes a deep, burning crimson. Sukuna lets out a ringing, mocking laugh. He turns and heads toward the table, his broad back flickering among the guests like a predator returning to his pack.
You watch him walk away, feeling a slow-acting poison spreading through your veins. You feel used, trampled, and dirty. But as you watch him effortlessly take charge, a horrifying thought creeps into your mind: the sun will set, the guests will leave, and somewhere in the parking lot beside the Mustang, a lighter will click again.
And you'll find your way back to him. Because the poison beneath your skin craves only himโand you don't want it to stop.
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โฆ. Youโre trying to save money for collegeโฆ And at the same time your neighbor โ that asshole and a pervert, Ryomen Sukuna โ gets out of prison. He offers to keep your little secret, but on one condition... โIโll pay you thirty bucks to take my cock in your mouth. Right here, before Toji gets back. Be a good girl.โ
This summer is going to be a long one.
And Sukuna has already decided exactly how youโre going to spend it.
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โฆ.cw : Toxic Dynamics :: Dubious Consent :: Power Imbalance :: Fear of Getting Caught :: Sexual Harassment :: Blackmail & Threats :: Degradation :: Slut-shaming :: Dirty Talk :: Rough Fingering :: Forced Orgasm :: Titjob / Paizuri :: Cum on Body
The heat is suffocating.
You stand by the open window, pressing a cold glass of lemonade to your lips. The ice has almost completely melted, leaving cloudy streaks along the glass, and the sweet, citrusy taste does nothing to soothe your dry throat.
Thin beads of sweat trail down your spine, collecting at the small of your back, right where the fabric of your swimsuit clings to your skin. The humid air wraps around you like a second layer, sticky enough to settle into every pore.
Your bikini top is already darkened with sweat. Your tiny denim shorts cling to your hips, as though they've soaked up the heat itself. You drain the last of your lemonade and set the glass down on the windowsill a little harder than necessary. The remaining ice cubes clink sharply against the glass.
For the past few weeks, you've been doing everything you can to stay out of Sukuna's way.
The second you hear his heavy footsteps on the porch, you find an excuse to disappear. The moment the growl of his Mustang rolls into the driveway, your stomach drops, your heartbeat climbing into your throat.
You keep telling yourself that if you don't cross paths with him, maybe this obsessionโhis obsession with youโwill eventually burn itself out.
What a joke.
But you can't avoid Sukuna.
His eyes find you every single time.
Whenever everyone gathers outside in the evenings, you deliberately sit beside other guysโthe neighbor's son, an old friend from school, anyone. You laugh at their stupid jokes, all while stealing glances at Ryomen from the corner of your eye.
His expression never changes.
Cold. Blank. He nurses a beer or lights another cigarette, looking almost bored, but his eyes never leave you.
They find you through the crowd, studying every movement you make. Every laugh. Every smile. Every accidental brush of someone else's hand against your shoulder, as though committing it all to memory.
The longer this twisted game drags on, the more terrified you become.
You can feel the tension winding tighter beneath your skin.
And when it finally snaps...
You know you're going to be the one left in pieces.
You forgot one thing.
Sukuna doesn't tolerate outsiders.
A steady hum of voices drifts in through the back door, mixed with laughter and the shrill screams of children. Half the neighborhood seems to have shown up.
Someone brought meat for the barbecue, someone else showed up with salads, and others dragged folding chairs beneath the old oak just to claim a patch of shade.
You step onto the porch, and the scorching air crashes into you like a wave from an open oven. The midday sun hangs directly overhead, bleaching the grass into a dull yellow. Heat shimmers above the asphalt.
"Hey! Over here!"
Yuji stands waist-deep in the pool, dark wet hair plastered to his forehead, his usual bright grin stretching across his face. He waves both arms to get your attention.
You make your way down the stone path, the sun-heated gravel biting into your bare feet. The moment you reach the edge of the pool, Yuji flashes a mischievous smile and splashes you.
Cold water smacks against your stomach.
You gasp, flinch back, then laugh as you curse at him.
"Come on! Get in!" he calls, sunlight glistening across his shoulders. "The water's perfect!"
You peel off your shorts, letting them fall into the grass before climbing onto the metal ladder. The steps burn your feet, but the second the water reaches your waist, the oppressive heat melts away.
The water smells of sharp, clean chlorine and the sun-heated plastic of the pool edge. You dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water wash away the sweat. You surface, gasping, only for Yuji to splash you again, and suddenly you are wrestling like kids, the water spraying everywhere, a brief, fleeting escape from the dread.
Yuji lunges for your waist, but you twist away, slipping toward the deep end before resurfacing behind him.
"That's cheating!" he laughs, spinning around.
"Oh, quit whining."
He catches you the next time, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the pool floor.
You squeal, grabbing at his sides.
His body isn't the same as it used to be.
His hands are rough now, strong, all lean muscle beneath warm skin.
With a laugh, he tosses you into the water.
For one blissful second, everything goes silent. Only bubbles drift past your face.
You surface, coughing and laughing at the same time, then shove him in the chest with all your strength.
He barely moves.
Just stands there, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're such an asshole," you mutter between breaths.
Water trickles down your collarbones, collecting at the ties of your swimsuit.
Yuji laughs, but the smile fades almost immediately.
"Uh... I've gotta get back to the grill." He rubs the back of his neck. "If Sukuna catches me slacking off..."
Your smile disappears.
"He's... coming?"
Your voice comes out quieter than you intended.
"Yeah." Yuji nods. "He and Toji went to grab more beer."
He notices the look on your face and lowers his voice.
"Sorry. I know you two don't exactly get along. But... maybe things have changed over the past year?" He shrugs. "Honestly, he barely ever talks about you."
You force yourself to nod.
If only Yuji knew.
If only this kind, oblivious boy had even the slightest idea what had happened two nights ago in the backseat of his brother's Mustang.
The way Sukuna had wrapped your hair around his fist.
The way he'd forced your face down between his knees.
The way you'd stared into those wild crimson eyes while he ruined your throat.
Your fingers drift unconsciously to your neck. It still feels as though his grip has never really left your skin.
"I should head inside," you mumble, already climbing out of the pool. "I need to dry off."
"What? We literally just got in!" Yuji calls after you.
But you're already walking away, not listening anymore.
Youโre basically sprinting. The wet fabric clings to your body, highlighting every curve. The concrete is slick; you almost slip.
You frantically scan the tables for his silhouette, praying to slip by unnoticed.
Youโre one foot onto the porch steps when a heavy palm slams onto your shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, jerking you backward.
You gasp, and your back slams into a rough wooden pillar.
The wood is scorching hot beneath the relentless sun, searing against your shoulder blades almost as fiercely as his grip.
He looms over you, a mountain of heat and shadow that swallows the light, cutting you off from the rest of the world.
Heat pours off him. He smells like sweat, sharp cologne, and bitter cigarette smoke.
The white t-shirt clinging to his chest is damp at the collar. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from his chest pocket. The tattoos on his face look like ink-stained scars, and his eyes hold nothing but cruel amusement.
"Where are you running off to, brat?" His voice is a gravelly, guttural growl. "Saw me and decided to bolt?"
"Let go, Sukuna," you hiss, pressing your palms to his chest. Under your fingers, his muscles are hard and boiling hot. "Let go, someoneโs gonna come out!"
"And what are they gonna do?"
He leans in, pinning you against the pillar with his weight. Your wet swimsuit leaves a darkening, spreading blotch on his shirt. He drops his gaze to your chest, slowly licking his parched lips.
"Those tits look insane. Wear that on purpose? Knew I was coming, didn't you, little bitch?"
"Fuck off," you exhale.
He thrusts a hip, forcing your head to smack against the wood again. His calloused hand, smelling of engine oil, unceremoniously rests on your waist, his fingers digging in.
"Decided to get a piece of the brat while you're at it?" he whispers right into your lips. "I saw you fawning over him in the pool. Have fun?"
"We were just playing! Yuji is my friend, you hear me? He's normal, unlike you!"
"Friend," Sukuna spits out venomously. "That pup follows you around like a lost dog. And you love it, don't you?"
His hand slides lower, roughly grazing your thigh, his fingers shoving under the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms. Without a shred of foreplay, he shoves a finger inside.
You freeze, breath hitched.
"Sukuna... don't... please..."
"I don't give a damn," he smirks.
His finger moves deeper, working you.
"My dad... my dad's gonna come out and see!" youโre almost begging.
Not now.
Please, not here.
"And whatโs your old man gonna do?" Sukuna sneers. "Beat me up? Brat, your daddy worships me."
His thumb grinds down hard on your most sensitive spot. A suffocating, sticky heat floods your lower belly. You hate yourself for how fast your body starts pulsing under his touch.
"I can hear you breathing," Ryomen whispers, biting your earlobe until it draws blood. "You want me to tear this piece of trash off right here and fuck you? Say 'no,' and I'll pull my hand out. Well? Say it."
You open your mouth, trying to choke out that damn "no," but instead, a dirty, drawn-out moan escapes your lips.
"Slut," Sukuna growls.
He jerks his hand away, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the kitchen door.
"Get inside. Now." He gives your wrist another rough tug. "Running away, huh?"
You knew he was crazy. A hot-headed, dangerous beast. Once youโre in the dim hallway, he turns, his face inches from yours. His eyes burn with something wild, something deeply wrong.
You never should have gotten close to Sukuna.
You never should have made that deal.
"You get whatโs gonna happen if your saint of a father finds out how his little girl sucks dick in parking lots?" he spits.
"It... it wasn't like that..." you sob, tears blinding you.
"Oh yeah? Then what was it? You just naturally learned how to swallow my cock to the hilt? Just swallowed my cum while you were dripping like a bitch?"
You cover your face, choking on a sob. Sukuna waits. Then his grip on your wrist lightens. He lets out a heavy, dirty sigh.
"Go upstairs." His voice is quieter now, but there's still steel beneath it.
He gives you a slight shove toward the stairs.
Your heart pounds in your temples. Your mouth has gone dry. You want to scream, call for Yuji, run back to the people outsideโbut your feet move anyway.
You run. Faster than if he were dragging you himself. Because the fear and panic inside you are tangled so tightly with the forbidden arousal pulling you under that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Youโd be lying if you said you didn't want this.
You'd be lying if you said the adrenaline wasn't pulling you toward him.
You rush into your room.
Run.
Move.
Why aren't you moving?
Sukuna follows close behind.
The lock clicks with a dry, terrifying snap.
You stand in the center of the room, gasping.
The window is left slightly ajar, and the boisterous, drunken laughter of your father echoes up from the backyard, mocking your silence. The sunset floods the room in a sickly, golden light.
Sukuna leans his back against the door.
Anyone outside who looks up will see you through the glass. The sheer, reckless audacity of it makes your mind reel with vertigo.
Sukuna takes a step. Then another. He is huge, a dangerous predator filling the space of your clean, quiet bedroom. You back away until your knees hit the mattress.
"Sit," he orders.
You don't move.
Ryomen is enormous, filthy, smelling of the summer heat, beer, and the street. He fills every inch of your quiet bedroom.
"I said, sit."
You drop to the edge, your wet swimsuit leaving a dark, damp stain on the pristine white sheet. He steps in, forcing your knees apart with his legs until you are completely trapped between them.
"So nervousโฆ" A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."
Sukuna looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He doesn't hesitate; he reaches out, slapping your cheek with a casual, stinging disregard before grabbing your chin, forcing your face up to meet his dark, predatory stare.
"Don't be scared, little one," he rasps, his eyes glinting with a savage hunger. "I don't bite. Unless you start begging for it."
His hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, forcing your cheek against the denim of his crotch. You can feel the heavy, pulsing heat of himโhuge and rigidโpressing against your face through the thick fabric.
"I missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
"Sukuna... my dad... he'll come up..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"Fuck," he growls, his patience fraying. "Quit whining."
His free hand dives under the hem of your top, and with one sharp, violent motion, he yanks the fabric up. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air.
You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists and pins them firmly to your sides.
He grabs your wrists, pinning them wide, and his fingers squeeze your breast with such punishing intensity that a sharp cry escapes your lips.
He only smirks, reaching behind your neck to jerk the ties of your bikini top free. It falls away, leaving you completely bare before him.
"Come on, brat," he breathes, his eyes darkening to black. "Jerk me off with your tits. Show me you remember how."
His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look him in the eyes.
"You understand me? Or do I need to knock it into your head?"
Your shaking fingers grab his belt. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. His cock falls out heavy, the wet tip glistening in the sunset.
"Don't be shy," he sneers. "Remember how you used to lick it. How deep youโd take it."
You swallow, licking your parched lips. Sukuna snorts mockingly.
"Just do it, I'm tired of waiting."
You cup your breasts in your hands, pressing his shaft firmly between them. The skin is slippery from sweat and leftover pool water; the cock moves easily, with a wet, sliding sound. You speed up the pace, squeezing your palms tighter. Under your hands, he becomes even more tense and aroused.
"Yeah... thatโs it, slut... Squeeze harder."
He starts moving his hips to meet you, practically fucking your chest with short, sharp, mechanical thrusts. The belt buckle clinks against the button with every movement, and he pushes deeper, faster.
Downstairs, Yujiโs laughter rings out, oblivious, while inside you, everything is melting into a puddle of shame and hunger. You part your lips, sucking the head on every forward thrust.
"Damn... fuck..." Sukuna rasps. "Yeah, like that... More... Iโm gonna..."
He cums just as you take the head into your mouth again. Hot, thick spurts splash across your chest, your neck, coating your chin. He stays there for a long time, his whole body shuddering with every release.
Sukuna finally steps back, breathing heavily. He zips up and looks down at youโdisheveled, covered in his essence, and trembling.
"Good job," he huffs, a look of satiated, animal triumph in his eyes. "Obedient little slut."
A large drop of his seed falls onto your navel. Your hand, acting on its own, drops down, your fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of your panties. You are aching with a hunger that doesn't end. He sees it, and his smirk widens.
"What, did you like it when I was rough?"
"No, I...โ"
"What 'please'?" He leans in, grabbing your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Say it. Out loud."
"I want you to fuck me!"
"I thought so."
He throws you onto your back. The mattress squeaks piteously as he bears down on you, pinning you to the bed with his massive body.
"Lie still and don't you dare twitch."
He takes your hands, puts them over your head, and pins them to the pillow with one of his massive palms, stripping you of the slightest chance to defend yourself. Youโre completely open and left to his mercy. He tears your panties aside.
His fingers jam inside, relentless, hitting you at full reach. The soundโthe wet, rhythmic squelching as you move on your own, grinding against his handโis enough to snap whatever thin leash he had on his restraint.
"Slut... what a fucking slut you are," he growls through his teeth. He grinds his crotch against your side, his hard, throbbing length pressing through the denim, punishing your bare, wet skin.
"Look at me, fuck," he orders, his free hand clamping around your throat. "Open your eyes, slut, and see whoโs fucking you."
He dips his head, his teeth sinking into your skin right over your pulseโa sharp, sudden bite that makes you gasp. He instantly licks the sting with his scorching tongue, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Feel how much I want you?" he rasps into your ear. "I want to bury myself in you. But first, youโre gonna come from my fingers. Youโre gonna come for me, hear me?"
His movements turn frantic. His thumb hammers against your clitoris with no mercy. You arch into him, your fingers tearing at his shirt. Everything inside you pulls tight, like a wire strung to the breaking point. The tension becomes unbearable, and you explode. A loud scream is drowned in his shoulder, your body goes into convulsions, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a death grip.
Sukuna doesn't stop, continuing to move his fingers, wringing the last of the orgasm out of you until you go completely limp, turning into a ragdoll.
He finally pulls his hand out with a wet, heavy sound.
He brings his stained fingers to his lips, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes, and slowly licks them clean.
Sukuna stands up. As his weight leaves the mattress, the room suddenly feels empty. He fastens his belt, the sharp click of the buckle sounding like a death sentence.
"So, how are we supposed to go back downstairs after that?" He sounds lazy, but his eyes burn with triumph. "You smell like me and sex from a mile away, brat."
"Why are you doing this, Sukuna?" Your voice trembles. "Was that night not enough for you?"
He pauses, leaning in so close that the smoke from his cigarette burns your eyes.
"Enough? Brat, it'll never be enough. You brought this on yourself. Remember this: stay the hell away from my brother. You so much as look at him again, and I'll fuck you on his own bed. I don't give a damn who's outside the door."
He strolls to the dresser, lights another cigarette, and exhales a stream of smoke. "What? Not even a 'thank you'?"
You give the smallest nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I understand."
"Good girl."
He turns toward the door. It clicks shut behind him, and his footsteps fade. You are left alone, and your gaze drifts to the nightstand. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills lie there.
Payment. That's all it is.
Nausea crawls up your throat, but the worst partโthe part that makes you want to tear yourself apartโis the faint, pulse-like satisfaction still buried deep inside you. Your body has betrayed you.
You grab a wet wipe and, frantically, until your skin is raw and purple, you wipe the semen from your chest and neck, desperately trying to wash away the smell of his tobacco and skin. With trembling fingers, you somehow pull on your wet swimsuit and head down to the backyard.
Suddenly, right by your ear, making your whole body flinch, his low, mocking voice rings out:
"Sweetheart, you forgot to wipe the traces off your chin."
You spin around abruptly. Sukuna is standing a step away from you, demons dancing in his eyes, and on his lipsโthat same crooked, triumphant smirk. Toji is standing behind him, lazily sipping beer and giving you a sharp, sly once-over from head to toe. Heโs clearly in on your "secret."
You jerk your hand up in fear, frantically scrubbing your chin... but your fingers are dry.
Thereโs nothing there.
He lied.
Just to mock you.
To show that you are completely in his power.
Your face flushes a deep, burning crimson. Sukuna lets out a ringing, mocking laugh. He turns and heads toward the table, his broad back flickering among the guests like a predator returning to his pack.
You watch him walk away, feeling a slow-acting poison spreading through your veins. You feel used, trampled, and dirty. But as you watch him effortlessly take charge, a horrifying thought creeps into your mind: the sun will set, the guests will leave, and somewhere in the parking lot beside the Mustang, a lighter will click again.
And you'll find your way back to him. Because the poison beneath your skin craves only himโand you don't want it to stop.
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You grip the handle of your suitcase so tightly your knuckles turn white, staring at him from the doorway. The question hangs between you, heavy and inevitable, like a storm cloud that finally split open with lightning.
"Did you ever love me at all?"
Sukuna stands across from you with his arms crossed over his chest. His expressionโusually unreadable โfalters for the briefest moment. His brows draw together ever so slightly as his gaze drops somewhere toward his clasped hands.
The silence stretches on until it becomes hard to breathe. He parts his lips like he's about to say something, but only a strained, broken sound escapes before he presses them shut again.
His eyes dart away from yours, refusing to meet them, as if he's afraid of finding what he spent the last year slowly killing: that endless faith you used to look at him with, like he was the best man in the world despite everything. Now there's nothing left in your eyes except dull, resigned painโand somehow, even that seems to make him want to hide behind the wall of his own indifference.
His gaze slowly drifts down to your suitcase.
You catch the confusion flashing across his face.
How could an entire year togetherโevery late night, every whispered conversation, even every fightโpossibly fit inside one tiny suitcase on wheels?
You can almost feel his disbelief.
Maybe he never really knew you.
The thought comes out of nowhere and settles somewhere deep in your chest. You spent so long growing him into something warm, something bigger than life inside your heart, only to realize he'd been nothing more than a version of him you created yourself.
And there's no one to blame for that but you.
"You knew this was never me," he finally says.
The familiar bitterness slips into his voice, subdued, almost detached.
The words fall into the silence of the hallway, painfully small for everything that's happened between you.
You let out a crooked, humorless laugh.
"You either hurt someone... or you get hurt. There's no middle ground."
Of course.
Of course that's what he'd say.
Sukuna never knew how to be anyone else. He didn't know how to be gentle. He didn't know how to love the way you wanted to be loved. He warned you. He told you it'd be hard, that he'd break you, that you'd regret staying.
But you never listened.
Because when you're in love, you convince yourself love can fix anything.
He lived before you.
He'll keep living after you.
He never believed there was another way.
He never learned one.
You look away, fixing your eyes on the grain of the front door.
You knew.
You knew from the very first day how this would end. You were always walking side by side on paths that were never meant to meet forever.
And still, somewhere deep inside, whatever remained of your love kept beating, poisoning your better judgment.
And still...
You loved him.
Despite everything. Despite his words, his coldness, the distance he kept putting between you.
You loved him.
And somehow, that always felt like enough.
"I'm sorry."
Sukuna's voice comes from so close it makes you flinch.
He never apologizes.
Not for the cold shoulder. Not for the cruel words. Not for the invisible scars he carved into your heart.
Not when he was wrong. Not when he hurt you. Not even when you cried yourself to sleep, convinced he couldn't hear you through the wall.
He would just stand there beside you in silence because he didn't know any other way.
And now he's standing here, in the dim light of the entryway, saying those words to you.
They're simple.
Short.
And somehow they sound completely foreign coming from him.
Sukuna stares at the floor, his arms folding back across his chest, fingers digging into his own sleeves like he can't bring himself to look you in the eye.
"I'm sorry I'm like... this."
Fear settles in your chest.
Your heart skips a beat, and one panicked thought crashes through your mindโ
If he asks you to stay...
...you won't leave.
You take a sharp step back, pressing the suitcase against your leg as though it could shield you from whatever comes next.
The tickets are already booked.
Your suitcase is packed.
You're ready.
You repeat it to yourself like a mantra, like a spell strong enough to stop you from throwing yourself into his arms and forgetting the rest of the world.
You're ready to start over.
Without him.
Sukuna suddenly steps forward, closing the distance between you.
For a split second, something flashes across his faceโsomething so unfamiliar, so painfully human, that it almost looks childish.
Confusion.
Uncertainty.
You feel a stab of pity.
For him.
For yourself, tooโfor letting things go this far.
But pity for yourself wins.
You're tired of feeling sorry for him.
Tired of waiting for him to change.
Tired of believing he'd someday become the man you kept seeing inside him.
Tired of loving someone who never knew how to love you back.
"Do you... want me to carry your suitcase downstairs?"
He hesitates, clearly about to say something else.
You cut him off before he gets the chance to tear down what's left of your resolve.
"There's an elevator."
Your voice comes out drier than you meant it to.
You finally meet his eyes, your grip tightening around the suitcase handle until your knuckles turn white.
"I'll be fine."
A beat.
"I can do it myself."
He steps back immediately, like you've just hit him.
His eyes drop away as he lets out a slow, heavy breath.
"I know."
Is that bitterness?
Relief?
Pain?
Maybe all three.
As though your leaving is somehow too muchโ
even for him.
Out of the two of you...
You were always the stronger one.
That's why you're leaving first.
Because staying would mean surrendering.
And you refuse to surrender.
You want to live.
You turn toward the door, reaching into your pocket for your keysโ
Then you freeze.
A small keychain dangles from the ring.
The one you bought together at that little fair, back when he still let himself smile, back when everything still felt possible.
Quietly, you set the keys back down on the table.
You leave them there.
Let them stay.
Just like everything else.
You step over the threshold and into the cool air of the stairwell, then stop.
You glance back over your shoulder.
To remember.
So when the nights become unbearably dark, when loneliness starts eating you alive from the inside out, you'll still have something to hold onto.
You need to remember everything.
His peach-pink hair.
The sharp, predatory curve of his mouth.
His rough voice against your ear.
The way he'd wrap his arms around you every morning.
This memory has to become your shelter on the nights that hurt the most.
You inhale one last time.
Home.
The scent of your home.
You commit every note, every feeling to memory.
"Goodbye, Sukuna."
You turn and walk toward the elevator.
You hear him step into the doorway.
You hear the slow, heavy rhythm of his breathing.
But you don't look back.
He doesn't say a word.
Standing there with his lips pressed into a thin line, he watches you disappear behind the closing elevator doors.
At the very last second, when only a few inches of metal remain between you, you catch his reflection in the mirrored wall.
The slightest nod.
As if he's telling youโ
Yeah.
I know.
This is how it has to be.
He doesn't say goodbye.
He doesn't tell you he'll see you again.
He says nothing.
Maybe... that had always been the problem.
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โฆ. Youโre trying to save money for collegeโฆ And at the same time your neighbor โ that asshole and a pervert, Ryomen Sukuna โ gets out of prison. He offers to keep your little secret, but on one condition... โIโll pay you thirty bucks to take my cock in your mouth. Right here, before Toji gets back. Be a good girl.โ
This summer is going to be a long one.
And Sukuna has already decided exactly how youโre going to spend it.
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โฆ.cw : Toxic Dynamics :: Dubious Consent :: Power Imbalance :: Fear of Getting Caught :: Sexual Harassment :: Blackmail & Threats :: Degradation :: Slut-shaming :: Dirty Talk :: Rough Fingering :: Forced Orgasm :: Titjob / Paizuri :: Cum on Body
The heat is suffocating.
You stand by the open window, pressing a cold glass of lemonade to your lips. The ice has almost completely melted, leaving cloudy streaks along the glass, and the sweet, citrusy taste does nothing to soothe your dry throat.
Thin beads of sweat trail down your spine, collecting at the small of your back, right where the fabric of your swimsuit clings to your skin. The humid air wraps around you like a second layer, sticky enough to settle into every pore.
Your bikini top is already darkened with sweat. Your tiny denim shorts cling to your hips, as though they've soaked up the heat itself. You drain the last of your lemonade and set the glass down on the windowsill a little harder than necessary. The remaining ice cubes clink sharply against the glass.
For the past few weeks, you've been doing everything you can to stay out of Sukuna's way.
The second you hear his heavy footsteps on the porch, you find an excuse to disappear. The moment the growl of his Mustang rolls into the driveway, your stomach drops, your heartbeat climbing into your throat.
You keep telling yourself that if you don't cross paths with him, maybe this obsessionโhis obsession with youโwill eventually burn itself out.
What a joke.
But you can't avoid Sukuna.
His eyes find you every single time.
Whenever everyone gathers outside in the evenings, you deliberately sit beside other guysโthe neighbor's son, an old friend from school, anyone. You laugh at their stupid jokes, all while stealing glances at Ryomen from the corner of your eye.
His expression never changes.
Cold. Blank. He nurses a beer or lights another cigarette, looking almost bored, but his eyes never leave you.
They find you through the crowd, studying every movement you make. Every laugh. Every smile. Every accidental brush of someone else's hand against your shoulder, as though committing it all to memory.
The longer this twisted game drags on, the more terrified you become.
You can feel the tension winding tighter beneath your skin.
And when it finally snaps...
You know you're going to be the one left in pieces.
You forgot one thing.
Sukuna doesn't tolerate outsiders.
A steady hum of voices drifts in through the back door, mixed with laughter and the shrill screams of children. Half the neighborhood seems to have shown up.
Someone brought meat for the barbecue, someone else showed up with salads, and others dragged folding chairs beneath the old oak just to claim a patch of shade.
You step onto the porch, and the scorching air crashes into you like a wave from an open oven. The midday sun hangs directly overhead, bleaching the grass into a dull yellow. Heat shimmers above the asphalt.
"Hey! Over here!"
Yuji stands waist-deep in the pool, dark wet hair plastered to his forehead, his usual bright grin stretching across his face. He waves both arms to get your attention.
You make your way down the stone path, the sun-heated gravel biting into your bare feet. The moment you reach the edge of the pool, Yuji flashes a mischievous smile and splashes you.
Cold water smacks against your stomach.
You gasp, flinch back, then laugh as you curse at him.
"Come on! Get in!" he calls, sunlight glistening across his shoulders. "The water's perfect!"
You peel off your shorts, letting them fall into the grass before climbing onto the metal ladder. The steps burn your feet, but the second the water reaches your waist, the oppressive heat melts away.
The water smells of sharp, clean chlorine and the sun-heated plastic of the pool edge. You dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water wash away the sweat. You surface, gasping, only for Yuji to splash you again, and suddenly you are wrestling like kids, the water spraying everywhere, a brief, fleeting escape from the dread.
Yuji lunges for your waist, but you twist away, slipping toward the deep end before resurfacing behind him.
"That's cheating!" he laughs, spinning around.
"Oh, quit whining."
He catches you the next time, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the pool floor.
You squeal, grabbing at his sides.
His body isn't the same as it used to be.
His hands are rough now, strong, all lean muscle beneath warm skin.
With a laugh, he tosses you into the water.
For one blissful second, everything goes silent. Only bubbles drift past your face.
You surface, coughing and laughing at the same time, then shove him in the chest with all your strength.
He barely moves.
Just stands there, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're such an asshole," you mutter between breaths.
Water trickles down your collarbones, collecting at the ties of your swimsuit.
Yuji laughs, but the smile fades almost immediately.
"Uh... I've gotta get back to the grill." He rubs the back of his neck. "If Sukuna catches me slacking off..."
Your smile disappears.
"He's... coming?"
Your voice comes out quieter than you intended.
"Yeah." Yuji nods. "He and Toji went to grab more beer."
He notices the look on your face and lowers his voice.
"Sorry. I know you two don't exactly get along. But... maybe things have changed over the past year?" He shrugs. "Honestly, he barely ever talks about you."
You force yourself to nod.
If only Yuji knew.
If only this kind, oblivious boy had even the slightest idea what had happened two nights ago in the backseat of his brother's Mustang.
The way Sukuna had wrapped your hair around his fist.
The way he'd forced your face down between his knees.
The way you'd stared into those wild crimson eyes while he ruined your throat.
Your fingers drift unconsciously to your neck. It still feels as though his grip has never really left your skin.
"I should head inside," you mumble, already climbing out of the pool. "I need to dry off."
"What? We literally just got in!" Yuji calls after you.
But you're already walking away, not listening anymore.
Youโre basically sprinting. The wet fabric clings to your body, highlighting every curve. The concrete is slick; you almost slip.
You frantically scan the tables for his silhouette, praying to slip by unnoticed.
Youโre one foot onto the porch steps when a heavy palm slams onto your shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, jerking you backward.
You gasp, and your back slams into a rough wooden pillar.
The wood is scorching hot beneath the relentless sun, searing against your shoulder blades almost as fiercely as his grip.
He looms over you, a mountain of heat and shadow that swallows the light, cutting you off from the rest of the world.
Heat pours off him. He smells like sweat, sharp cologne, and bitter cigarette smoke.
The white t-shirt clinging to his chest is damp at the collar. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from his chest pocket. The tattoos on his face look like ink-stained scars, and his eyes hold nothing but cruel amusement.
"Where are you running off to, brat?" His voice is a gravelly, guttural growl. "Saw me and decided to bolt?"
"Let go, Sukuna," you hiss, pressing your palms to his chest. Under your fingers, his muscles are hard and boiling hot. "Let go, someoneโs gonna come out!"
"And what are they gonna do?"
He leans in, pinning you against the pillar with his weight. Your wet swimsuit leaves a darkening, spreading blotch on his shirt. He drops his gaze to your chest, slowly licking his parched lips.
"Those tits look insane. Wear that on purpose? Knew I was coming, didn't you, little bitch?"
"Fuck off," you exhale.
He thrusts a hip, forcing your head to smack against the wood again. His calloused hand, smelling of engine oil, unceremoniously rests on your waist, his fingers digging in.
"Decided to get a piece of the brat while you're at it?" he whispers right into your lips. "I saw you fawning over him in the pool. Have fun?"
"We were just playing! Yuji is my friend, you hear me? He's normal, unlike you!"
"Friend," Sukuna spits out venomously. "That pup follows you around like a lost dog. And you love it, don't you?"
His hand slides lower, roughly grazing your thigh, his fingers shoving under the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms. Without a shred of foreplay, he shoves a finger inside.
You freeze, breath hitched.
"Sukuna... don't... please..."
"I don't give a damn," he smirks.
His finger moves deeper, working you.
"My dad... my dad's gonna come out and see!" youโre almost begging.
Not now.
Please, not here.
"And whatโs your old man gonna do?" Sukuna sneers. "Beat me up? Brat, your daddy worships me."
His thumb grinds down hard on your most sensitive spot. A suffocating, sticky heat floods your lower belly. You hate yourself for how fast your body starts pulsing under his touch.
"I can hear you breathing," Ryomen whispers, biting your earlobe until it draws blood. "You want me to tear this piece of trash off right here and fuck you? Say 'no,' and I'll pull my hand out. Well? Say it."
You open your mouth, trying to choke out that damn "no," but instead, a dirty, drawn-out moan escapes your lips.
"Slut," Sukuna growls.
He jerks his hand away, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the kitchen door.
"Get inside. Now." He gives your wrist another rough tug. "Running away, huh?"
You knew he was crazy. A hot-headed, dangerous beast. Once youโre in the dim hallway, he turns, his face inches from yours. His eyes burn with something wild, something deeply wrong.
You never should have gotten close to Sukuna.
You never should have made that deal.
"You get whatโs gonna happen if your saint of a father finds out how his little girl sucks dick in parking lots?" he spits.
"It... it wasn't like that..." you sob, tears blinding you.
"Oh yeah? Then what was it? You just naturally learned how to swallow my cock to the hilt? Just swallowed my cum while you were dripping like a bitch?"
You cover your face, choking on a sob. Sukuna waits. Then his grip on your wrist lightens. He lets out a heavy, dirty sigh.
"Go upstairs." His voice is quieter now, but there's still steel beneath it.
He gives you a slight shove toward the stairs.
Your heart pounds in your temples. Your mouth has gone dry. You want to scream, call for Yuji, run back to the people outsideโbut your feet move anyway.
You run. Faster than if he were dragging you himself. Because the fear and panic inside you are tangled so tightly with the forbidden arousal pulling you under that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Youโd be lying if you said you didn't want this.
You'd be lying if you said the adrenaline wasn't pulling you toward him.
You rush into your room.
Run.
Move.
Why aren't you moving?
Sukuna follows close behind.
The lock clicks with a dry, terrifying snap.
You stand in the center of the room, gasping.
The window is left slightly ajar, and the boisterous, drunken laughter of your father echoes up from the backyard, mocking your silence. The sunset floods the room in a sickly, golden light.
Sukuna leans his back against the door.
Anyone outside who looks up will see you through the glass. The sheer, reckless audacity of it makes your mind reel with vertigo.
Sukuna takes a step. Then another. He is huge, a dangerous predator filling the space of your clean, quiet bedroom. You back away until your knees hit the mattress.
"Sit," he orders.
You don't move.
Ryomen is enormous, filthy, smelling of the summer heat, beer, and the street. He fills every inch of your quiet bedroom.
"I said, sit."
You drop to the edge, your wet swimsuit leaving a dark, damp stain on the pristine white sheet. He steps in, forcing your knees apart with his legs until you are completely trapped between them.
"So nervousโฆ" A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."
Sukuna looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He doesn't hesitate; he reaches out, slapping your cheek with a casual, stinging disregard before grabbing your chin, forcing your face up to meet his dark, predatory stare.
"Don't be scared, little one," he rasps, his eyes glinting with a savage hunger. "I don't bite. Unless you start begging for it."
His hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, forcing your cheek against the denim of his crotch. You can feel the heavy, pulsing heat of himโhuge and rigidโpressing against your face through the thick fabric.
"I missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
"Sukuna... my dad... he'll come up..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"Fuck," he growls, his patience fraying. "Quit whining."
His free hand dives under the hem of your top, and with one sharp, violent motion, he yanks the fabric up. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air.
You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists and pins them firmly to your sides.
He grabs your wrists, pinning them wide, and his fingers squeeze your breast with such punishing intensity that a sharp cry escapes your lips.
He only smirks, reaching behind your neck to jerk the ties of your bikini top free. It falls away, leaving you completely bare before him.
"Come on, brat," he breathes, his eyes darkening to black. "Jerk me off with your tits. Show me you remember how."
His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look him in the eyes.
"You understand me? Or do I need to knock it into your head?"
Your shaking fingers grab his belt. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. His cock falls out heavy, the wet tip glistening in the sunset.
"Don't be shy," he sneers. "Remember how you used to lick it. How deep youโd take it."
You swallow, licking your parched lips. Sukuna snorts mockingly.
"Just do it, I'm tired of waiting."
You cup your breasts in your hands, pressing his shaft firmly between them. The skin is slippery from sweat and leftover pool water; the cock moves easily, with a wet, sliding sound. You speed up the pace, squeezing your palms tighter. Under your hands, he becomes even more tense and aroused.
"Yeah... thatโs it, slut... Squeeze harder."
He starts moving his hips to meet you, practically fucking your chest with short, sharp, mechanical thrusts. The belt buckle clinks against the button with every movement, and he pushes deeper, faster.
Downstairs, Yujiโs laughter rings out, oblivious, while inside you, everything is melting into a puddle of shame and hunger. You part your lips, sucking the head on every forward thrust.
"Damn... fuck..." Sukuna rasps. "Yeah, like that... More... Iโm gonna..."
He cums just as you take the head into your mouth again. Hot, thick spurts splash across your chest, your neck, coating your chin. He stays there for a long time, his whole body shuddering with every release.
Sukuna finally steps back, breathing heavily. He zips up and looks down at youโdisheveled, covered in his essence, and trembling.
"Good job," he huffs, a look of satiated, animal triumph in his eyes. "Obedient little slut."
A large drop of his seed falls onto your navel. Your hand, acting on its own, drops down, your fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of your panties. You are aching with a hunger that doesn't end. He sees it, and his smirk widens.
"What, did you like it when I was rough?"
"No, I...โ"
"What 'please'?" He leans in, grabbing your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Say it. Out loud."
"I want you to fuck me!"
"I thought so."
He throws you onto your back. The mattress squeaks piteously as he bears down on you, pinning you to the bed with his massive body.
"Lie still and don't you dare twitch."
He takes your hands, puts them over your head, and pins them to the pillow with one of his massive palms, stripping you of the slightest chance to defend yourself. Youโre completely open and left to his mercy. He tears your panties aside.
His fingers jam inside, relentless, hitting you at full reach. The soundโthe wet, rhythmic squelching as you move on your own, grinding against his handโis enough to snap whatever thin leash he had on his restraint.
"Slut... what a fucking slut you are," he growls through his teeth. He grinds his crotch against your side, his hard, throbbing length pressing through the denim, punishing your bare, wet skin.
"Look at me, fuck," he orders, his free hand clamping around your throat. "Open your eyes, slut, and see whoโs fucking you."
He dips his head, his teeth sinking into your skin right over your pulseโa sharp, sudden bite that makes you gasp. He instantly licks the sting with his scorching tongue, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Feel how much I want you?" he rasps into your ear. "I want to bury myself in you. But first, youโre gonna come from my fingers. Youโre gonna come for me, hear me?"
His movements turn frantic. His thumb hammers against your clitoris with no mercy. You arch into him, your fingers tearing at his shirt. Everything inside you pulls tight, like a wire strung to the breaking point. The tension becomes unbearable, and you explode. A loud scream is drowned in his shoulder, your body goes into convulsions, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a death grip.
Sukuna doesn't stop, continuing to move his fingers, wringing the last of the orgasm out of you until you go completely limp, turning into a ragdoll.
He finally pulls his hand out with a wet, heavy sound.
He brings his stained fingers to his lips, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes, and slowly licks them clean.
Sukuna stands up. As his weight leaves the mattress, the room suddenly feels empty. He fastens his belt, the sharp click of the buckle sounding like a death sentence.
"So, how are we supposed to go back downstairs after that?" He sounds lazy, but his eyes burn with triumph. "You smell like me and sex from a mile away, brat."
"Why are you doing this, Sukuna?" Your voice trembles. "Was that night not enough for you?"
He pauses, leaning in so close that the smoke from his cigarette burns your eyes.
"Enough? Brat, it'll never be enough. You brought this on yourself. Remember this: stay the hell away from my brother. You so much as look at him again, and I'll fuck you on his own bed. I don't give a damn who's outside the door."
He strolls to the dresser, lights another cigarette, and exhales a stream of smoke. "What? Not even a 'thank you'?"
You give the smallest nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I understand."
"Good girl."
He turns toward the door. It clicks shut behind him, and his footsteps fade. You are left alone, and your gaze drifts to the nightstand. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills lie there.
Payment. That's all it is.
Nausea crawls up your throat, but the worst partโthe part that makes you want to tear yourself apartโis the faint, pulse-like satisfaction still buried deep inside you. Your body has betrayed you.
You grab a wet wipe and, frantically, until your skin is raw and purple, you wipe the semen from your chest and neck, desperately trying to wash away the smell of his tobacco and skin. With trembling fingers, you somehow pull on your wet swimsuit and head down to the backyard.
Suddenly, right by your ear, making your whole body flinch, his low, mocking voice rings out:
"Sweetheart, you forgot to wipe the traces off your chin."
You spin around abruptly. Sukuna is standing a step away from you, demons dancing in his eyes, and on his lipsโthat same crooked, triumphant smirk. Toji is standing behind him, lazily sipping beer and giving you a sharp, sly once-over from head to toe. Heโs clearly in on your "secret."
You jerk your hand up in fear, frantically scrubbing your chin... but your fingers are dry.
Thereโs nothing there.
He lied.
Just to mock you.
To show that you are completely in his power.
Your face flushes a deep, burning crimson. Sukuna lets out a ringing, mocking laugh. He turns and heads toward the table, his broad back flickering among the guests like a predator returning to his pack.
You watch him walk away, feeling a slow-acting poison spreading through your veins. You feel used, trampled, and dirty. But as you watch him effortlessly take charge, a horrifying thought creeps into your mind: the sun will set, the guests will leave, and somewhere in the parking lot beside the Mustang, a lighter will click again.
And you'll find your way back to him. Because the poison beneath your skin craves only himโand you don't want it to stop.
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You accidentally knock on your brother Toji's neighbor's door instead of his. Unfortunately for you, his neighbor happens to be Sukuna.
Warm autumn air drifts lazily across the cracked parking lot, pushing brittle leaves over the worn asphalt. The car finally slows to a stop, the engine cutting off in front of the old red-brick fraternity house.
You climb out, the crisp fall air brushing pleasantly against your skin. Out of habit, you adjust the leather strap of your bag on your shoulder, but it does nothing to ease the tension sitting in your chest.
You won't even be starting college until next year.
The trunk slams open behind you with a dull thud.
Your dad, grumbling under his breath like always, starts unloading boxes while your mom immediately begins counting the endless bags of homemade food they brought for Toji. Of course they couldn't show up empty-handed. Your brother's always had a ridiculous appetite after spending hours at the gym.
"Go get your brother," your mom says without even looking up. "Tell him to help your father."
"Mhm..."
Your answer comes out quiet, almost absentminded. You give a lazy nod before heading toward the fraternity house.
You think Toji's room is on the second floor...
Or was it the first?
The last time you were here, you'd been too caught up in your own thoughts to pay attention to where you were going. By the time you reach the porch, you realize you've completely forgotten the layout.
Thankfully, the heavy oak front door is closed.
You reach out and press the old brass doorbell.
Nothing.
For what feels like forever.
Nearly a full minute passes before slow, dragging footsteps finally echo from somewhere inside.
A heavy lock clicks.
The door swings open.
A guy stands in front of you.
He's ridiculously tall.
Maybe even taller than Toji.
Messy snow-white hair sticks out in every direction like he'd just rolled out of bed. He lets out a huge yawn, lazily rubbing the back of his neck before squinting against the bright afternoon sun.
Only then does he finally look at you.
His eyesโan impossibly vivid shade of blueโstudy you with open curiosity.
For a few seconds, he just... stares.
Then the corners of his lips curl into an easy, welcoming smile.
"Well, hey there."
His voice catches you off guard.
Deep.
Smooth.
Relaxed in a way that sounds almost effortlessly confident.
You suddenly forget how to speak under that unwavering gaze.
"Uh... hi."
Your voice wavers.
"I'm... Toji's little sister."
You clear your throat.
"My parents are here. I just came to grab him so he can help unload everything."
The blond lifts an eyebrow.
Something playful flickers in those bright blue eyes.
"Sister?"
His tone makes it sound less like a question and more like he's trying to figure out whether you're messing with him.
"Yeah."
He watches you for another second before his smile widens, faint dimples appearing in his cheeks.
Just like that, every trace of sleepiness disappears from his face.
"Satoru."
He gives you a small, polite nod.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
Satoru steps aside in one smooth motion, letting you into the cool, dim entrance hall.
"Second floor. End of the hallway, then take a right."
"Thanks."
You nod quickly before hurrying past him, trying very hard not to hold your breathโor look around too much.
You're already halfway up the old wooden staircase when a quiet chuckle reaches your ears from behind.
Heat immediately creeps up your neck.
The hallway upstairs is silent.
You walk all the way to the end where it splits in two.
Two doors.
Facing each other.
You quickly replay Satoru's directions in your head.
Right.
So...
This one.
You knock on the painted wood.
Nothing.
You wait, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.
A cold knot of anxiety slowly spreads through your chest.
You knock again.
Harder.
Still nothing.
Frowning nowโand already annoyed at your brother, who's probably dead asleepโyou raise your fist one more time.
This time, much louder.
The door suddenly flies open.
Your fist jerks forward into empty air.
You flinch so hard your heart nearly jumps into your throat.
Instead of a face...
You find yourself staring directly at a broad, bare chest.
It isn't Toji.
The man standing in front of you is built just as solidlyโbroad shoulders, thick frame, the kind of body that clearly belongs to someone used to hard training. His chest and stomach are completely bare, muscles shifting beneath his skin with even the smallest movement.
But that's not what steals your attention.
It's the tattoos.
Black markings wrap tightly around his forearms before climbing over his shoulders, stretching across the sides of his ribs and branching down his abdomen in thin, jagged lines. You even catch a few smaller markings circling his biceps.
Then your eyes drift to his face.
The same black lines run beneath his eyes and across his cheekbones, making his already sharp features look even harsher.
His hair is an unusual shade of soft peach, still slightly damp like he'd just gotten out of the shower. One loose strand hangs over his forehead, almost covering his right eye.
A desk lamp glows somewhere behind him, spilling warm amber light over one side of his body while the other remains swallowed by shadow.
He's frowning.
You can practically feel his gaze travel slowly over you, sizing you up without a hint of shame.
Slowly, he tilts his head.
There's something animalistic about the movement.
Predatory.
"A...?"
The confused sound slips out before you can stop it.
He doesn't answer right away.
His brows knit together slightly, and his expression shifts into something openly skepticalโbordering on amused.
Then he grimaces, as if the sound of your voice alone is enough to irritate him.
"...Who are you?"
You open your mouth.
Nothing comes out.
Heat rushes into your face, down your neck, even across your chest until your skin prickles with embarrassment.
"I... I'm sorry..."
Your words stumble over each other.
"I was looking for Toji."
Your voice comes out painfully small.
Silence.
His expression only grows flatter.
Bored.
His face practically says, Here we go again.
Apparently, girls using that excuse isn't exactly new to him.
You rush to explain before he can misunderstand any further.
"I'm his sister."
A faint smirk finally appears.
It never reaches his eyes.
He straightens up before casually leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest. The movement pulls at the tattoos stretched over his muscles.
Without saying a word, he lifts one hand and points behind you.
"Toji's room is the one across the hall."
He gives a lazy nod toward the door behind your back.
Even as you turn away, the weight of his attention doesn't leave you.
He doesn't look away for even a second.
You glance over your shoulderโ
โand only now notice the faded nameplate hanging on the opposite door.
Oh.
You really did get the rooms mixed up.
"Oh my God..."
You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you whole.
"Thank you."
You practically flee to the correct door, putting as much distance between yourself and him as possible before knocking several times in quick succession.
Even then...
You know he hasn't moved.
His gaze still burns between your shoulder blades, making goosebumps rise across your skin.
A few seconds later, the door opens.
Toji stands there, squinting through sleep-heavy eyes as he rubs at them with one hand.
Then he recognizes you.
"Shorty?"
"Toji!"
The second you hear his voice, all the tension leaves your body.
You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face against his chest.
Still half-asleep, he pats your back automatically.
"Mom and Dad are here."
Your words tumble out in one breath.
"Dad needs help unloading everything. They brought, like... a ridiculous amount of stuff."
"They're already here?"
He drags a hand down his face, trying to wake himself up.
"It's barely fucking nine in the morning..."
You shrug.
Only after he speaks does Toji notice where your uneasy gaze is fixed.
Behind you, still leaning lazily against his own doorway, stands his neighbor.
Toji's expression changes instantly.
Every trace of sleep disappears, replaced by quiet irritation.
His whole body tenses.
"Sukuna."
His voice turns sharp.
"The fuck are you staring at?"
The stranger lets out a low chuckle.
His voice is deep, rough around the edges, but just as rich as Satoru's had been downstairsโ
โbut unlike Satoru's, there's something dangerous beneath it.
Something aggressive.
Sukuna.
You quietly memorize the name.
"Your kid sister decided she'd stop by my room first."
Toji shoots you a questioning look.
You shrink a little, still hiding against his shoulder.
"I... mixed up the doors..."
Your voice is barely above a whisper.
Toji clicks his tongue in annoyance, his jaw tightening.
He steps out into the hallway, stuffing his hands into his sweatpants pockets before gently nudging you forward.
"You guys heading back tonight?" he asks, never taking his eyes off Sukuna.
"Yeah."
You nod.
"We're leaving later."
"Shame."
That lazy, velvety voice comes from behind you, sending your pulse climbing all over again.
You glance back.
Sukuna hasn't moved.
His arms are still crossed over his chest, every inch of those black tattoos on display.
That crooked smirk is still playing on his lips.
"Aren't you staying for the party tonight?"
Toji rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.
His jaw flexes.
"Shut up," he throws over his shoulder.
"She's not going."
"Why not?"
Sukuna sounds almost amused.
"'Cause she's still too young."
The words sting far more than his attempt to protect you.
"Excuse me? I'm not! I'm alreadyโ"
You take a step forward, ready to argueโ
โbut Toji doesn't even acknowledge your protest.
Instead, he reaches over and plants a heavy hand on top of your head, giving it a firm squeeze.
"And don't even think about checking out my friends."
His tone is serious.
Almost warning you.
"I wasn't going to!"
You grumble, brushing your hair back into place after he ruffles it.
You're about to argue some more.
But your eyes meet Sukuna's.
He's still standing in his doorway.
Still looking at you.
Not Toji.
Not the hallway.
Not anything else.
Just...
You.
The smirk on his lips slowly spreads into something far more self-satisfied.
You don't know how long the moment lasts.
Long enough to make your pulse forget how to behave.
Maybe forever.
Thenโ
Thwack.
Toji smacks the back of your head.
You let out a tiny yelp, immediately dropping your gaze to the toes of your sneakers, pretending they're suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world while trying desperately to calm the frantic pounding of your heart.
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โฆ. Youโre trying to save money for collegeโฆ And at the same time your neighbor โ that asshole and a pervert, Ryomen Sukuna โ gets out of prison. He offers to keep your little secret, but on one condition... โIโll pay you thirty bucks to take my cock in your mouth. Right here, before Toji gets back. Be a good girl.โ
This summer is going to be a long one.
And Sukuna has already decided exactly how youโre going to spend it.
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โฆ.cw : Toxic Dynamics :: Dubious Consent :: Power Imbalance :: Fear of Getting Caught :: Sexual Harassment :: Blackmail & Threats :: Degradation :: Slut-shaming :: Dirty Talk :: Rough Fingering :: Forced Orgasm :: Titjob / Paizuri :: Cum on Body
The heat is suffocating.
You stand by the open window, pressing a cold glass of lemonade to your lips. The ice has almost completely melted, leaving cloudy streaks along the glass, and the sweet, citrusy taste does nothing to soothe your dry throat.
Thin beads of sweat trail down your spine, collecting at the small of your back, right where the fabric of your swimsuit clings to your skin. The humid air wraps around you like a second layer, sticky enough to settle into every pore.
Your bikini top is already darkened with sweat. Your tiny denim shorts cling to your hips, as though they've soaked up the heat itself. You drain the last of your lemonade and set the glass down on the windowsill a little harder than necessary. The remaining ice cubes clink sharply against the glass.
For the past few weeks, you've been doing everything you can to stay out of Sukuna's way.
The second you hear his heavy footsteps on the porch, you find an excuse to disappear. The moment the growl of his Mustang rolls into the driveway, your stomach drops, your heartbeat climbing into your throat.
You keep telling yourself that if you don't cross paths with him, maybe this obsessionโhis obsession with youโwill eventually burn itself out.
What a joke.
But you can't avoid Sukuna.
His eyes find you every single time.
Whenever everyone gathers outside in the evenings, you deliberately sit beside other guysโthe neighbor's son, an old friend from school, anyone. You laugh at their stupid jokes, all while stealing glances at Ryomen from the corner of your eye.
His expression never changes.
Cold. Blank. He nurses a beer or lights another cigarette, looking almost bored, but his eyes never leave you.
They find you through the crowd, studying every movement you make. Every laugh. Every smile. Every accidental brush of someone else's hand against your shoulder, as though committing it all to memory.
The longer this twisted game drags on, the more terrified you become.
You can feel the tension winding tighter beneath your skin.
And when it finally snaps...
You know you're going to be the one left in pieces.
You forgot one thing.
Sukuna doesn't tolerate outsiders.
A steady hum of voices drifts in through the back door, mixed with laughter and the shrill screams of children. Half the neighborhood seems to have shown up.
Someone brought meat for the barbecue, someone else showed up with salads, and others dragged folding chairs beneath the old oak just to claim a patch of shade.
You step onto the porch, and the scorching air crashes into you like a wave from an open oven. The midday sun hangs directly overhead, bleaching the grass into a dull yellow. Heat shimmers above the asphalt.
"Hey! Over here!"
Yuji stands waist-deep in the pool, dark wet hair plastered to his forehead, his usual bright grin stretching across his face. He waves both arms to get your attention.
You make your way down the stone path, the sun-heated gravel biting into your bare feet. The moment you reach the edge of the pool, Yuji flashes a mischievous smile and splashes you.
Cold water smacks against your stomach.
You gasp, flinch back, then laugh as you curse at him.
"Come on! Get in!" he calls, sunlight glistening across his shoulders. "The water's perfect!"
You peel off your shorts, letting them fall into the grass before climbing onto the metal ladder. The steps burn your feet, but the second the water reaches your waist, the oppressive heat melts away.
The water smells of sharp, clean chlorine and the sun-heated plastic of the pool edge. You dive beneath the surface, letting the cool water wash away the sweat. You surface, gasping, only for Yuji to splash you again, and suddenly you are wrestling like kids, the water spraying everywhere, a brief, fleeting escape from the dread.
Yuji lunges for your waist, but you twist away, slipping toward the deep end before resurfacing behind him.
"That's cheating!" he laughs, spinning around.
"Oh, quit whining."
He catches you the next time, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the pool floor.
You squeal, grabbing at his sides.
His body isn't the same as it used to be.
His hands are rough now, strong, all lean muscle beneath warm skin.
With a laugh, he tosses you into the water.
For one blissful second, everything goes silent. Only bubbles drift past your face.
You surface, coughing and laughing at the same time, then shove him in the chest with all your strength.
He barely moves.
Just stands there, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're such an asshole," you mutter between breaths.
Water trickles down your collarbones, collecting at the ties of your swimsuit.
Yuji laughs, but the smile fades almost immediately.
"Uh... I've gotta get back to the grill." He rubs the back of his neck. "If Sukuna catches me slacking off..."
Your smile disappears.
"He's... coming?"
Your voice comes out quieter than you intended.
"Yeah." Yuji nods. "He and Toji went to grab more beer."
He notices the look on your face and lowers his voice.
"Sorry. I know you two don't exactly get along. But... maybe things have changed over the past year?" He shrugs. "Honestly, he barely ever talks about you."
You force yourself to nod.
If only Yuji knew.
If only this kind, oblivious boy had even the slightest idea what had happened two nights ago in the backseat of his brother's Mustang.
The way Sukuna had wrapped your hair around his fist.
The way he'd forced your face down between his knees.
The way you'd stared into those wild crimson eyes while he ruined your throat.
Your fingers drift unconsciously to your neck. It still feels as though his grip has never really left your skin.
"I should head inside," you mumble, already climbing out of the pool. "I need to dry off."
"What? We literally just got in!" Yuji calls after you.
But you're already walking away, not listening anymore.
Youโre basically sprinting. The wet fabric clings to your body, highlighting every curve. The concrete is slick; you almost slip.
You frantically scan the tables for his silhouette, praying to slip by unnoticed.
Youโre one foot onto the porch steps when a heavy palm slams onto your shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, jerking you backward.
You gasp, and your back slams into a rough wooden pillar.
The wood is scorching hot beneath the relentless sun, searing against your shoulder blades almost as fiercely as his grip.
He looms over you, a mountain of heat and shadow that swallows the light, cutting you off from the rest of the world.
Heat pours off him. He smells like sweat, sharp cologne, and bitter cigarette smoke.
The white t-shirt clinging to his chest is damp at the collar. A crumpled pack of cigarettes juts from his chest pocket. The tattoos on his face look like ink-stained scars, and his eyes hold nothing but cruel amusement.
"Where are you running off to, brat?" His voice is a gravelly, guttural growl. "Saw me and decided to bolt?"
"Let go, Sukuna," you hiss, pressing your palms to his chest. Under your fingers, his muscles are hard and boiling hot. "Let go, someoneโs gonna come out!"
"And what are they gonna do?"
He leans in, pinning you against the pillar with his weight. Your wet swimsuit leaves a darkening, spreading blotch on his shirt. He drops his gaze to your chest, slowly licking his parched lips.
"Those tits look insane. Wear that on purpose? Knew I was coming, didn't you, little bitch?"
"Fuck off," you exhale.
He thrusts a hip, forcing your head to smack against the wood again. His calloused hand, smelling of engine oil, unceremoniously rests on your waist, his fingers digging in.
"Decided to get a piece of the brat while you're at it?" he whispers right into your lips. "I saw you fawning over him in the pool. Have fun?"
"We were just playing! Yuji is my friend, you hear me? He's normal, unlike you!"
"Friend," Sukuna spits out venomously. "That pup follows you around like a lost dog. And you love it, don't you?"
His hand slides lower, roughly grazing your thigh, his fingers shoving under the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms. Without a shred of foreplay, he shoves a finger inside.
You freeze, breath hitched.
"Sukuna... don't... please..."
"I don't give a damn," he smirks.
His finger moves deeper, working you.
"My dad... my dad's gonna come out and see!" youโre almost begging.
Not now.
Please, not here.
"And whatโs your old man gonna do?" Sukuna sneers. "Beat me up? Brat, your daddy worships me."
His thumb grinds down hard on your most sensitive spot. A suffocating, sticky heat floods your lower belly. You hate yourself for how fast your body starts pulsing under his touch.
"I can hear you breathing," Ryomen whispers, biting your earlobe until it draws blood. "You want me to tear this piece of trash off right here and fuck you? Say 'no,' and I'll pull my hand out. Well? Say it."
You open your mouth, trying to choke out that damn "no," but instead, a dirty, drawn-out moan escapes your lips.
"Slut," Sukuna growls.
He jerks his hand away, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the kitchen door.
"Get inside. Now." He gives your wrist another rough tug. "Running away, huh?"
You knew he was crazy. A hot-headed, dangerous beast. Once youโre in the dim hallway, he turns, his face inches from yours. His eyes burn with something wild, something deeply wrong.
You never should have gotten close to Sukuna.
You never should have made that deal.
"You get whatโs gonna happen if your saint of a father finds out how his little girl sucks dick in parking lots?" he spits.
"It... it wasn't like that..." you sob, tears blinding you.
"Oh yeah? Then what was it? You just naturally learned how to swallow my cock to the hilt? Just swallowed my cum while you were dripping like a bitch?"
You cover your face, choking on a sob. Sukuna waits. Then his grip on your wrist lightens. He lets out a heavy, dirty sigh.
"Go upstairs." His voice is quieter now, but there's still steel beneath it.
He gives you a slight shove toward the stairs.
Your heart pounds in your temples. Your mouth has gone dry. You want to scream, call for Yuji, run back to the people outsideโbut your feet move anyway.
You run. Faster than if he were dragging you himself. Because the fear and panic inside you are tangled so tightly with the forbidden arousal pulling you under that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.
Youโd be lying if you said you didn't want this.
You'd be lying if you said the adrenaline wasn't pulling you toward him.
You rush into your room.
Run.
Move.
Why aren't you moving?
Sukuna follows close behind.
The lock clicks with a dry, terrifying snap.
You stand in the center of the room, gasping.
The window is left slightly ajar, and the boisterous, drunken laughter of your father echoes up from the backyard, mocking your silence. The sunset floods the room in a sickly, golden light.
Sukuna leans his back against the door.
Anyone outside who looks up will see you through the glass. The sheer, reckless audacity of it makes your mind reel with vertigo.
Sukuna takes a step. Then another. He is huge, a dangerous predator filling the space of your clean, quiet bedroom. You back away until your knees hit the mattress.
"Sit," he orders.
You don't move.
Ryomen is enormous, filthy, smelling of the summer heat, beer, and the street. He fills every inch of your quiet bedroom.
"I said, sit."
You drop to the edge, your wet swimsuit leaving a dark, damp stain on the pristine white sheet. He steps in, forcing your knees apart with his legs until you are completely trapped between them.
"So nervousโฆ" A slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."
Sukuna looms over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. He doesn't hesitate; he reaches out, slapping your cheek with a casual, stinging disregard before grabbing your chin, forcing your face up to meet his dark, predatory stare.
"Don't be scared, little one," he rasps, his eyes glinting with a savage hunger. "I don't bite. Unless you start begging for it."
His hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, forcing your cheek against the denim of his crotch. You can feel the heavy, pulsing heat of himโhuge and rigidโpressing against your face through the thick fabric.
"I missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
"Sukuna... my dad... he'll come up..." you whimper, your voice breaking.
"Fuck," he growls, his patience fraying. "Quit whining."
His free hand dives under the hem of your top, and with one sharp, violent motion, he yanks the fabric up. Your nipples harden instantly in the cold air.
You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists and pins them firmly to your sides.
He grabs your wrists, pinning them wide, and his fingers squeeze your breast with such punishing intensity that a sharp cry escapes your lips.
He only smirks, reaching behind your neck to jerk the ties of your bikini top free. It falls away, leaving you completely bare before him.
"Come on, brat," he breathes, his eyes darkening to black. "Jerk me off with your tits. Show me you remember how."
His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head back so you have to look him in the eyes.
"You understand me? Or do I need to knock it into your head?"
Your shaking fingers grab his belt. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. His cock falls out heavy, the wet tip glistening in the sunset.
"Don't be shy," he sneers. "Remember how you used to lick it. How deep youโd take it."
You swallow, licking your parched lips. Sukuna snorts mockingly.
"Just do it, I'm tired of waiting."
You cup your breasts in your hands, pressing his shaft firmly between them. The skin is slippery from sweat and leftover pool water; the cock moves easily, with a wet, sliding sound. You speed up the pace, squeezing your palms tighter. Under your hands, he becomes even more tense and aroused.
"Yeah... thatโs it, slut... Squeeze harder."
He starts moving his hips to meet you, practically fucking your chest with short, sharp, mechanical thrusts. The belt buckle clinks against the button with every movement, and he pushes deeper, faster.
Downstairs, Yujiโs laughter rings out, oblivious, while inside you, everything is melting into a puddle of shame and hunger. You part your lips, sucking the head on every forward thrust.
"Damn... fuck..." Sukuna rasps. "Yeah, like that... More... Iโm gonna..."
He cums just as you take the head into your mouth again. Hot, thick spurts splash across your chest, your neck, coating your chin. He stays there for a long time, his whole body shuddering with every release.
Sukuna finally steps back, breathing heavily. He zips up and looks down at youโdisheveled, covered in his essence, and trembling.
"Good job," he huffs, a look of satiated, animal triumph in his eyes. "Obedient little slut."
A large drop of his seed falls onto your navel. Your hand, acting on its own, drops down, your fingers pressing through the soaked fabric of your panties. You are aching with a hunger that doesn't end. He sees it, and his smirk widens.
"What, did you like it when I was rough?"
"No, I...โ"
"What 'please'?" He leans in, grabbing your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Say it. Out loud."
"I want you to fuck me!"
"I thought so."
He throws you onto your back. The mattress squeaks piteously as he bears down on you, pinning you to the bed with his massive body.
"Lie still and don't you dare twitch."
He takes your hands, puts them over your head, and pins them to the pillow with one of his massive palms, stripping you of the slightest chance to defend yourself. Youโre completely open and left to his mercy. He tears your panties aside.
His fingers jam inside, relentless, hitting you at full reach. The soundโthe wet, rhythmic squelching as you move on your own, grinding against his handโis enough to snap whatever thin leash he had on his restraint.
"Slut... what a fucking slut you are," he growls through his teeth. He grinds his crotch against your side, his hard, throbbing length pressing through the denim, punishing your bare, wet skin.
"Look at me, fuck," he orders, his free hand clamping around your throat. "Open your eyes, slut, and see whoโs fucking you."
He dips his head, his teeth sinking into your skin right over your pulseโa sharp, sudden bite that makes you gasp. He instantly licks the sting with his scorching tongue, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Feel how much I want you?" he rasps into your ear. "I want to bury myself in you. But first, youโre gonna come from my fingers. Youโre gonna come for me, hear me?"
His movements turn frantic. His thumb hammers against your clitoris with no mercy. You arch into him, your fingers tearing at his shirt. Everything inside you pulls tight, like a wire strung to the breaking point. The tension becomes unbearable, and you explode. A loud scream is drowned in his shoulder, your body goes into convulsions, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a death grip.
Sukuna doesn't stop, continuing to move his fingers, wringing the last of the orgasm out of you until you go completely limp, turning into a ragdoll.
He finally pulls his hand out with a wet, heavy sound.
He brings his stained fingers to his lips, watching you with those dark, predatory eyes, and slowly licks them clean.
Sukuna stands up. As his weight leaves the mattress, the room suddenly feels empty. He fastens his belt, the sharp click of the buckle sounding like a death sentence.
"So, how are we supposed to go back downstairs after that?" He sounds lazy, but his eyes burn with triumph. "You smell like me and sex from a mile away, brat."
"Why are you doing this, Sukuna?" Your voice trembles. "Was that night not enough for you?"
He pauses, leaning in so close that the smoke from his cigarette burns your eyes.
"Enough? Brat, it'll never be enough. You brought this on yourself. Remember this: stay the hell away from my brother. You so much as look at him again, and I'll fuck you on his own bed. I don't give a damn who's outside the door."
He strolls to the dresser, lights another cigarette, and exhales a stream of smoke. "What? Not even a 'thank you'?"
You give the smallest nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I understand."
"Good girl."
He turns toward the door. It clicks shut behind him, and his footsteps fade. You are left alone, and your gaze drifts to the nightstand. Two crumpled twenty-dollar bills lie there.
Payment. That's all it is.
Nausea crawls up your throat, but the worst partโthe part that makes you want to tear yourself apartโis the faint, pulse-like satisfaction still buried deep inside you. Your body has betrayed you.
You grab a wet wipe and, frantically, until your skin is raw and purple, you wipe the semen from your chest and neck, desperately trying to wash away the smell of his tobacco and skin. With trembling fingers, you somehow pull on your wet swimsuit and head down to the backyard.
Suddenly, right by your ear, making your whole body flinch, his low, mocking voice rings out:
"Sweetheart, you forgot to wipe the traces off your chin."
You spin around abruptly. Sukuna is standing a step away from you, demons dancing in his eyes, and on his lipsโthat same crooked, triumphant smirk. Toji is standing behind him, lazily sipping beer and giving you a sharp, sly once-over from head to toe. Heโs clearly in on your "secret."
You jerk your hand up in fear, frantically scrubbing your chin... but your fingers are dry.
Thereโs nothing there.
He lied.
Just to mock you.
To show that you are completely in his power.
Your face flushes a deep, burning crimson. Sukuna lets out a ringing, mocking laugh. He turns and heads toward the table, his broad back flickering among the guests like a predator returning to his pack.
You watch him walk away, feeling a slow-acting poison spreading through your veins. You feel used, trampled, and dirty. But as you watch him effortlessly take charge, a horrifying thought creeps into your mind: the sun will set, the guests will leave, and somewhere in the parking lot beside the Mustang, a lighter will click again.
And you'll find your way back to him. Because the poison beneath your skin craves only himโand you don't want it to stop.
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A year after walking away from Simon Riley, you run into him by accident in a bar. The problem is that sometimes love isn't enough to make someone stay.
โฆ. cw : angst, heartbreak, no happy ending
You push open the bar door and get hit with a wave of sticky, suffocating warmth that smells like cherry cigarette smoke. You came here to unwind. Just to breathe after your shift. You're in a good mood, oddly enough for weather like this.
You sling your bag over your shoulder and make your way to the bar.
The stool creaks beneath you as you sit down.
Only then do you notice the man sitting beside you. He's clearly been here a whileโyou can tell by how thoroughly bored he's managed to become. A hood is pulled over his head, a jacket thrown over broad shoulders as he hunches over the counter.
His fingers absentmindedly spin his glass.
He's staring down at it and doesn't even notice someone has taken the seat next to him.
The silence between you lasts another second before you say his name, surprised:
"Simon?"
A second passes in complete stillness. Then he slowly lifts his head and turns toward you. He looks exhaustedโfurrowed brows, tight lips, fatigue carved into every feature.
And then something shifts.
Something almost impossible to catch as his gaze finally focuses on you.
His eyes go wide.
His lips curve into a smile you remember so well that your throat tightens.
And then Simon says your name, his voice thick with the ache of a separation that lasted far too long, and it straightens your spine before you can stop it.
"Funny running into you here," Riley says.
His voice is low, rough around the edges, and he turns more fully toward you on the stool. He even stumbles over his own sentence, like he forgets what he meant to say next because you're here, right in front of him, less than two feet away.
You smile faintly, nodding with an understanding that doesn't need words, and stay quiet.
But your silence affects him differently than you expected.
Simon starts getting nervous.
You see it in the way his fingers tighten around the glass, in the way he straightens suddenly, pushing the hood back from his face and turning his entire body toward you.
His gaze drifts over your face.
Your shoulders.
Your hands.
It's concern.
So much unwanted, sharp tenderness that something aches inside your chestโan old ache, a lingering longing you'd sworn never to feel again.
"How are you?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse.
You shake your head before answering. Instinctively.
You press your lips together, feeling them go dry and thin, and say:
"I'm okay. Really."
Simon nods.
But you can see him becoming more vulnerable.
You don't ask how he's doing because you're afraid of the answer, and as if he reads that straight from your eyes, he leans forward slightly and says it himself.
"Me too. Better than I could've been."
You hum softly, the corners of your lips lifting into a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.
"Same as always," you say.
And it means so much and so little at the same time.
Simon hesitates for a second, clearly gathering courage, while your skin starts to itch with unease.
"Did you change jobs? You wanted to, I remember."
He sounds like he's apologizing for remembering.
Like it isn't obvious.
Like remembering you is something he should feel guilty for.
"You said... back then."
You smile softly, warmth spreading through you.
Pity.
"Yeah. I've got a new job now."
Simon studies you carefully before asking his next question.
"Are you happy there?"
Something about his voiceโthat low, slightly broken tone without a trace of dishonestyโmakes it unbearable.
A lump rises in your throat and you force it back down.
You nod too quickly.
You hope he doesn't notice.
Of course he notices.
And only out of politeness, only out of politeness, you ask:
"And youโ"
But Simon nods before you can finish.
"More than."
He tries to sound convincing.
You know it's a lie.
You know it as surely as you know it's nighttime outside and that the glass in front of him has been empty for ages.
You know it the same way you knew a year ago, when you were closer than two people have any right to be.
When his "more than" meant I've been gone for three weeks and I don't know if I'm coming back.
The bartender approachesโa young guy with tired eyes.
You open your mouth to order something, but Simon beats you to it, naming your favorite drink.
The same one you ordered on your first date.
Then he falls silent for a second and glances at you.
"Still your favorite?"
Nobody knows you the way he does.
Heat crawls up from your neck to your cheeks and you nod, not trusting your voice.
Simon was always like that.
Remembering things other people never noticed.
Holding onto small details like they were precious.
And it always comforted and terrified you at the same time.
The bartender walks away, leaving you inside this small bubble of dim light and someone else's music.
Simon turns toward you again, resting an elbow on the counter.
"Hey..."
His voice is quieter now.
More intimate than it should be.
"Why don't we see each other anymore?"
You look at him silently and don't know what to say.
"We could..."
Simon stops, gathering courage.
You watch his throat bob.
"I don't know... grab dinner. Dinner this Saturday. I know a great place. I could pick you up andโ"
"Yeah?" you hear yourself say.
The word comes out too fast.
"Yeah?" Simon repeats.
His face lights up with so much hope.
So much awkward, childish, genuine happiness that it steals the air from your lungs.
He watches you expectantly, almost holding his breath.
For a moment he looks like a boy instead of a soldier.
Not the man you spent every night terrified of losing.
"Jax's birthday is this Saturday," you suddenly remember.
You speak quickly.
Too quickly.
The words stumble over one another and you hate yourself for how they sound.
"Jax?" Simon repeats, confused.
You nod with a tight smile that should look apologetic but feels more like regret.
You watch confusion spread across his face.
Watch the smile slowly disappear from his lips.
Watch his eyes grow darker.
Heavier.
"Your boyfriend?" Simon asks.
"Yeah. He's my boyfriend."
Simon doesn't look away.
There's no anger there.
Only quiet, endless understanding.
The kind that makes you want the ground to swallow you whole.
"Are you happy with him?"
"Yeah," you answer.
And it's true.
But somehow that truth doesn't make you feel any better.
"That's... that's good."
He almost smiles.
"I'm glad you're happy."
"Thank you."
The guilt settles heavier in your chest.
You try to be gentle.
Try to give him something that might make this moment easier.
But you don't know how.
Simon takes a deep breath.
Loud.
Like someone about to jump into freezing water.
Then he starts again.
"Listen, maybe we couldโ"
You cut him off.
Sharp.
Almost rude.
Because if he finishes that sentence, you won't be able to leave.
You glance around the room just to avoid looking at him.
"Wait, Simon, I just remembered..."
Your voice shakes.
"I promised I'd call my friend, and it's already really late..."
Simon immediately tries to soften the conversation.
You see him force a smile.
See him swallow whatever he was about to say.
His hand lifts toward you for a second before freezing halfway there.
"I just wanted to say this."
His voice is soft.
Almost a whisper.
"Let me walk you home?"
Of course he knows where you live.
Simon stands from his stool, and once again you're struck by how much taller he is than you.
You're already on your feet, gripping the strap of your bag.
Your mouth moves before your brain can come up with a polite excuse.
"You don't have to," you ramble. "Really, it's okay. I should go... I'll be fine, Simon."
For a second he just looks at you.
Confused.
Lost.
You've never seen him look this unsure before.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
He sits back down.
And something inside you tears apart.
You hold each other's gaze.
One second stretches into a minute.
In his eyesโstill in love, still waiting, still hopingโyou see the version of yourself you used to be.
In your own gaze, there's only understanding.
The quiet, steady bitterness of knowing that some things can't be brought back.
"Goodbye, Simon," you breathe.
And finally your voice doesn't shake.
"See you around," he answers.
You only press your lips together, nod, and turn toward the exit, feeling his eyes on your back.
You don't look over your shoulder.
Because you know that if you do, you'll see the bartender setting a fresh drink in front of him.
And Simon won't even notice.
Because he's still staring at the door you just walked through.
You feel awful because you lied.
There is no friend.
No phone call.
Just an empty evening.
An empty apartment.
And the loneliness you chose for yourself.
But Simon is still Simon.
Gone for months at a time.
Away from home.
Out of reach.
Beyond any real hope of a normal life.
Simon is still the man who could've given you everything.
Absolutely everything.
Except for the one thing you needed most.
Peace.
You loved him.
And that love faded because love can't survive on adrenaline and fear for someone else's life alone.
You got through it.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Piece by piece, rebuilding yourself from the ground up.
And eventually you realized this was better.
For you.
For him.
For everyone.
You don't love him anymore.
But when you step into your empty apartment and take off your coat, your hands are shaking.
Not from the cold.
You sink down onto the floor by the door and press your forehead against your knees.
And you think about the way he looked at you.
The way hope lit up his eyes.
The way you snuffed it out.
You made it through.
Yeah.
The truth is, loving him had stopped being enough a long time ago.
But Simon is still waiting for you.
And he's still in love.
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Divider credit: @mieluno
โก Sorry for my long absence!This is my first Call of Duty fanfiction. Hope you enjoy it. โก
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