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The weight of him overpowered your aching body, forcing your forehead to the floor. Your shoulders gave out. Muscles limped. Grinding the familiar taste of his disappointment between your molars.

This was nothing new.

All your life, you had only wanted one thing: to make him proud.

These four walls soaked in your blood, sweat and tears. They watched you grow, watched you harden, watched you train until your bones became rubber and you vomited cries.

All for the approval and intention of one man.

Your mentor, your handler, the object of your every twisted desire. Many times had you imagined his hands, always rough with you— between your thighs, training you how to take him. Fantasised about those glaring eyes as he split you open, took your first before some target on a seduction mission would. Desired that degrading voice on your ear, reminding you that you were worthless, but you were his, as he fucked you into these same damned floors.

Broken little things like you loved sharp rocks to cut their hands on and call their own.

At last, his foot let up. You waited a breath, attentive to his every move. He was in front of you now, his glare pierced through the back of your skull.

"Get up."

You obeyed. As you had been trained. Rising to your feet and raising your head, even if the floor would have been more merciful than his eyes.

Sukuna snatched your face. Callouses etched into your cheeks as he stumbled you forward in a yank. "Do you enjoy pissing me off?"

"No."

"No, what?"

His hand clamped.

"No. Sir."

Your words squished from his grip. Still, you narrowed your brows. The glare you learnt from him, as you spat every syllable.

He rattled your head, hard. Sneering as his face shot closer. "Don't give me that attitude you fucking brat."

This was the part where you backed down. Apologised. Bowed your head and promised to be better. You didn't.

Maybe it was the exhaustion, the ache in your bones, or the closeness of his face. Right there, a hair's breath. So close, so far.

So yours.

You kissed him.

Hard, and bitter, and blood on your mouth— you kissed him. With the clumsy charm of a virgin trained into a seductress. Shoving your broken body into him and stealing the air from his lungs.

For the first time in your life, you finally caught Sukuna off guard.

He stumbled, lost his balance and headed straight for the floor with a muffled grunt. The only time you ever took him to the ground— and it was from a kiss.

You collapsed into his hard body, parting for a breath, only to crash back into him. Your elbows dug into the floor beside his head. Fingers delved into his hair. You kissed him like it was a mission. A death wish.

Inexperienced in every right, but you didn't care. Not when his lips tasted like smoke and dreams, nightmares.

His hands snapped to your hips and your tummy fluttered. Air knocked from your lungs at the idea that maybe— maybe. Your fantasy would come true.

Strength came easy to him. In seconds your back hit the floor and he was on top of you. Burning into the kiss, harder, deeper. Kissing you with a crushing, dominating weight.

Until he finally shoved off.

A large hand clamped over your mouth and slammed your head back into the floor when you tried to chase after him.

Never had you seen Sukuna so… dishevelled.

Breath heavy, eyes hazed. His jaw so tight you were sure it might snapped. He stare asked questions he didn't want the answers to.

"Broken little girls really have no control, do they?"

Your heart sunk, but you did not regret it. Even when his glare returned and he pushed himself to his feet. Putting a distance between you that ached deep in your bones.

The fantasy shattered right before your very eyes. Shards across the floor. Melting into the failure with a new vice: disappointment.

Sukuna was across the room in seconds. Composed, cold. Not sparing you even a glance. Your kiss still fresh on his now scowling lips.

"Disgusting."

Before you could react, he was halfway out the door. Dragging your fractured pride with him.

But you heard it, the displeased murmur.

"What a way to waste your first kiss."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. do not copy my fic layout. divider: @uzmacchiato . art: kinorilimaa (x)