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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: BLYTHE `· . ꔫ you know who i am !!

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hey, satoru never claimed to be very sensible when it came to you.

it had started long before you had even agreed to go out with him. back when he still had a big, fat and very poorly concealed crush on you. his mind was his biggest opp, truly.

sitting down in class, staring at the back of your head as he imagined scenarios of some other douche asking you out - and his biggest nightmare - you agreeing.

or, the thought of there being someone else who would snatch you right up before satoru built up the courage to ask you out.

back then, these thoughts gave him the push he desperately needed. he asked you out, you agreed, and he's been living his blissfully happy life ever since.

except...

satoru had his weight pinning you down in a mean mating press, his thick cock particularly hard today as he thrusted inside you like a mad man.

"'t-toruuuu-" you sobbed, your fingers digging in the skin of his back as you held on for dear life as your boyfriend pounded in you. the bed was creaking under the weight of satoru's hurried thrusts, making sounds that were lewder than the symphony of moans and cries leaving your mouth.

"y-y'belong to me," satoru panted, bringing his head to the side of your neck. he bit down on it, making your arch up and cry out.

"p-plea- hngh- haaah," you moaned, trying to twist your neck off his jaw, "s-slo- p-pleas-"

he brought his hand under your thigh, pulling your leg over his shoulder. the angle made you gasp out as satoru's weeping cock hit that particular spot, over and over again.

"say it," he gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. his cock twitched at the sight of your fucked-out expression, his pupils dilating as he felt a surge of pride.

i did this, he thought, turning his hips up a notch. mine, she's mine.

"s-say it," he repeated, releasing your jaw, "you're mine, ngh-"

you moaned out some gibberish, too far gone to concentrate on what your boyfriend was saying as you tried to survive his relentless thrust, mind more focused on your oncoming orgasm.

"baby," he dipped down, taking your open mouth in a sloppy kiss before biting down on your lower lip, "y'r mine, baby, please, say it."

you nod, tears streaming down your face as you clench down hard on his cock, “‘m- m’yours- hic- youurs—”

“atta girl,” he presses a kiss on your calf, gripping your hips as he slams inside of you, grinning when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as you cum all over his cock, fists gripping the sheets as you arch off the bed.

“s-so- fuckkk… so pretty,” he doesn’t slow down, fucking you through the orgasm as he bends down, “so pretty.. ngh- a-and all f’me.”

“satoruuuu,” you garble against his mouth as he kisses you again, pressing his entire weight on top of you, “slow down— please— hic!”

he's crazy about it. about you.

watching you cry out of overstimulation, pliant body laying limp on top of him as he thrusted his cock inside your unimaginably soft pussy.

"'s too-" a teary gasp escaped your lips, head tilting backwards to plead with your mean boyfriend, "h-heavy- hngh-"

"heavy?" he grinned, hips snapping up into you with no signs of stopping, "you're the one laying on top of me, sweets."

"toruuuu-" your eyes rolled back, a broken whine emitting from your throat as your head falls back onto his shoulder.

his hand comes up to roll your nipple between his fingers, the feel of his pressure on your already bruised and tender skin making you thrash and twitch.

"'m full," you gasp, pushing your palms flat against the bed to attempt to get off of him, to take out his mean and relentless cock out of your poor pussy. "m- stomach- ngh! c-can't-"

he tuts, pulling you back onto his body, angling his cock to thrust at that specific spot, "running away, already?"

his hand comes down to circle your clit. your eyes widen as you look down, mouth falling open in a silent cry as tears cascade down your cheeks from the overstimulation.

"s-slo-" you hiccup, hand coming over his, trying to form words to tell him to slow down on your clit.

flashes of white spark behind your eyelids, your seventh orgasm nearing on at an alarming pace.

satoru grits his teeth when he feels your walls tighten around him, hips now snapping at an almost punishing pace as he attempts to chase down his high along with yours.

his palm cups your open jaw, pulling your face upwards to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss, drinking up your moans and cries as he fucks your through the bed.

your thighs tremble, hands gripping onto him, grabbing on any skin that you could, nails digging in and drawing blood as you finally feel your orgasm crash into you.

you gasped into satoru's mouth, feeling him speed up impossibly more and then his load shooting inside of you.

he stayed there, pushing his cock as deep into you as possible, pulsing and twitching as he emptied his balls inside you. you laid limp in his arms, hiccuping as he peppered soft kisses all over your face.

your stomach felt too full, as if it would burst open any moment.

satoru was staggering onto sukuna after getting pushed off by some girl he had pissed off at the party when his phone buzzed.

‘u up?’

sukuna felt his pants tightening at a genuinely pathetic pace.

you had ghosted him for like, a few weeks now. (three weeks, two days, six hours and fifty one minutes. no he wasn’t counting, don’t be crazy.)

and the first message you sent him was a booty call. after midnight.

and he was hard as hell.

he pushed satoru off him making the drunkard stumble and fall onto nanami who pushed him back.

he left the frat faster than anyone could notice, not letting himself think of his self respect that he’s throw onto the highway that gets run over every time you call him and he barks.

he’s at your door within minutes, his car parked in some resident’s spot who’s going to piss themselves off when they realise it’s the same asshole who shows up periodically, stays the night and leaves before sunrise.

“you didn’t reply,” you quirk a brow as soon as you opened the door, lips tightened around the corners.

oh shit.

“well, i’m here now,” sukuna saunters in before you could change your mind and kick him out because he forgot to reply to your booty call.

“i almost don’t want you here,” you shake your head and close the door. you turn around, fixing sukuna with a stare.

“you’re hard.”

“I’m easy,” he jokes, striding back towards where you stood near the door when he realised you weren’t going to go to him.

you close your eyes as sukuna dips down, lips connecting in a brief yet familiar kiss.

“I’m on my period,” you murmur against his lips.

“‘kay,” sukuna replies back before his hands go around your back, pulling you into him as he continued kissing you.

he already knew.

of course he was tracking your cycle, it’s a very normal thing to do. don’t be crazy by telling him it’s not.

sukuna was gentler in the way he handled you, fixing his actions everytime you hummed disapprovingly and readjusting to ensure you were having fun.

he threw you onto the bed, from a minimal distance above the bed to make sure you don’t get hurt and also that you don’t feel like he’s treating you like fine china.

he wasted no time in pulling down your shorts, pulling your panties down after he took your outwear off.

“can you trash the pad first,” you leaned up on your elbows, pussy glistening with a mix of slick and blood. more slick than anything.

“i would’ve done it myself if i knew you were coming,” you continued, even though sukuna was already peeling off the pad and getting up to throw it away.

he rolled his eyes, “my bad, woman.” he wanted to ask you to calm down but he was tryna get laid not maimed.

once he threw it away after rolling it up, he hurried back between your legs, pulling your thighs so you slid on your bed towards him.

he craned his neck and immediately licked a stripe from the bottom, going upwards in one smooth motion and twirling his tongue around your clit.

your hips flew off the bed, thighs trembling as you let out a strained gasp. “su—”

he closed his lips around your labia, tilting his head sideways so that he was french kissing your pussy.

your eyes widened, thighs closing around his head as strangles moans left your open mouth. your already sensitive pussy was twitching from the pleasure, feeling sukuna’s talented tongue roaming its expanse.

he hummed into your pussy, hands grabbing at your thighs to spread them further as he continued eating you out.

the taste of blood mixed with your slick was making his head spin. he lapped up your juices as if he was a man deprived of water — and in a way, he was. three weeks since his tongue was allowed anywhere near you.

sukuna rose up to his knees, pulling your thighs over his shoulders so that you were hanging off of him.

your hands gripped at your sheets, hair splayed out under you as sukuna fucked the attitude out of you like clockwork.

you moaned weekly as sukuna pushed his tongue inside you. the dull ache that had been bothering you all day soothing as sukuna’s tongue caressed your insides, curving and sucking in all the right places.

his nose nudged your clit, making you clench around his tongue.

the position allowed him to stare directly into your eyes as he ate you out. one of his hands found yours, enclosing your fingers around his as you moaned and writhed under him.

you could feel your orgasm nearing, a sensation different from your cramps brewing in your abdomen.

“kuna, ‘m close,” you moaned, closing your eyes and feeling sukuna redouble his efforts. nasty and filthy slurping sounds were all you could hear, his grunts vibrating your insides.

you came with a jerk, walls spasming around his tongue as he kept eating you out, humping his still clothed and very hard cock into the side of your mattress.

your thighs trembled on his shoulders as he gently let you slide back down on the bed. your eyes started drooping as you panted.

sukuna climbed up, settling his hips between your legs. “you good?”

you hummed, eyes closed, “peachy.”

his lip quirked up and he leaned in then paused.

you opened your eyes and tilted your chin upwards, towards him.

“i just ate you out, blood and all,” he mumbled, still hesitant to kiss you.

“and you draw the line at kissing me?”

that’s not why he was hesitating but your statement makes him chuckle before he finally descends down into a surprisingly soft and almost tender kiss.

-

he's been turned into some kind of perverted loser.

his frat brothers give him so much shit for it. and he deserves every bit of it, too.

everyone with a social life in this uni knew how down bad he was for you, and how you also could literally not care less about sukuna.

there was that time during your lecture where he had burst in (trespassed), took over the podium from the dorky-looking nerd (your professor), and asked you out in front of a very frazzled audience of a hundred and twenty students.

except it wasn't a lecture and rather, an exam worth 40% of your grade that you almost failed. because of him.

he was walking around with a crotch pad for months after that, because you'd try to knee his groin or throw a baseball at his.. jewels everytime you saw him after that.

and that was after you had tried to run him over with your friend's car.

and then there was that time during the playoffs where he had hijacked the stadium announcements office mid-game, only to yell out your name.

"BABY!" the speakers resounded with what was obviously sukuna's voice, "PLEASE! GO OUT WITH ME?"

you flinched, watching your friends turn around to stare at you with as much bewilderment you were feeling.

it was mortifying and you wanted to melt into your seat and put sukuna through a meat processor.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" you seethed, when an hour later he seeked you out after he finished bargaining with the dean about his probation. bargaining with the dean.

"WHAT THE FUCK???? IS WRONG??? WITH YOU???" you screamed, the noise making everyone in the frat gulp in fear.

sukuna stood in front of you, hands joined together in front of him (protecting his balls), head facing downwards as he got yelled at like a petulant child.

"are YOU DENSE???" you screamed, hands tangling in your hair as you resisted the urge to pull at it in frustration. you should be making sukuna fucking bald instead.

"IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE STADIUM???" you picked up a vase and launched it at him, and missed.

sukuna let out a breath of laughter at that before straightening back up.

everyone knew then, that he had now fucked up beyond the point that was safe for anyone in the vicinity.

everyone promptly left the house so that sukuna's stupidity doesn't kill them too in the process.

"...you think this is funny?" you asked, quietly. he still hadn't raised his eyes off the floor.

he coughed, "n-no.."

"you think this is funny."

and then he could hear your footsteps echo in the opposite direction. seemingly calm.

he raised his head up and there you were, picking out the biggest knife from the kitchen.

before he could register what you were doing, you charged at him raising nanami's expensive custom-made japanese butcher knife in the air.

sukuna's eyes widened a fraction before his instincts kicked in and he dashed, running in the opposite direction.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" you screamed at him, "YOU WANNA GO OUT HUH??? I'LL TAKE YOU OUT, RYOMEN SUKUNA."

he was pretty sure you wouldn't commit manslaughter.

it was a fun fact when you had found out when you had run into him in a club.

you weren't supposed to see him, not really. you'd been kind of...ghosting him?

in your defence, nanami kento was a great guy. amazing. he was reliable, punctual, hard working, etc, etc. all great things. but he was also.. too careful.

you had first met him, ironically, in a bar. you'd wanted him when you laid eyes on him. he was so fucking sexy, broad back, sculpted face, that permanent frown.

he had you clenching your thighs in anticipation.

but nothing had happened. not that night, at least.

once you both exchanged numbers, you even managed to go on a date. surprisingly, the date was awkward. huge gaps of silence, lots of awkward glances, talking at the same time then just stopping.

it was not a good day, to put it delicately.

so you thought, well, maybe he's not all that. and decided to move on with your life, find a new guy - hopefully for one night, because you really needed to be dicked down tonight.

and so here you were, in a club. also, the last place you'd expect nanami to have been.

"oh, uh, hello.." you awkwardly greeted him, after having turned away from your friends and towards the bar, but coming face-to-face with him.

"hello," he nodded back, his face impassive. ugh, it was so hard to read this man.

you smiled at him, "so, uh, how have you been?"

"i," he hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "can i ask you something?"

"oh! yeah, go ahead," you nodded, unsure where this was going.

"did i.. do something wrong?"

your heart clenched. he looked so dejected, as if he was a puppy who just got kicked. how drunk was he?

"uh..." you trailed off, unsure what to say.

he looked at you a moment longer, waiting for a reply. when you said nothing, he sighed and turned forward, nursing his glass.

you felt so bad, but how were you supposed to tell him that you didn't think you were compatible with each other.

"i really," kento started, circling his finger around the rim of his glass, "really.... liked you."

you couldn't hear what he was mumbling, not over the sound of the music, so you leaned closer to him, "huh?"

his heartbeat sped up at your promixmity, an ncharactertistic shyness overtaking him, "i said.. i like you."

"kento, you gotta speak up, please," you pointed behind your back, "music's too loud."

"i said I LIKE YOU!" kento stuttered out, a furious blush dusting his angled jaw. he immediately puts his head in his hands and groans, presumably out of embarrassment.

oh...

a slow smirk stretches across your lips. "is that why you treated me like you wanted me to nip our relationship in the bud?"

kento face flushes, "what? what.. no.. when.." he looks around, his eyebrows coming together. "i.. i would never... to you.."

you couldn't help it, a giggle slipped past your lips as you finally ordered a drink, "well, you sure came off that way, kento."

he seemed to sober up, turning in his chair to fully face you, "please, forgive me," he looked pained, almost, as he continued, "i have no idea where i went wrong, but that is the absolute opposite message that i wanted to send. i... i really like you.."

butterflied erupted in your stomach. this was what you were dreaming and hoping for a few days ago after meeting kento.

but maybe it was a fireball that you'd had earlier, your already courageous personality was turning downright raunchy, "hmm, i don't know if i wanna forgive you," you grinned teasingly, "i'm not that easily convinced."

kento's face dropped just the tiniest bit, but this time you caught this. god, this was fun.

you wanted to see how he'd react, test the waters, you know?

you weren't expecting to see him slide off his barstool and kneel in front of yours, in front of everyone, to take your hands and press a kiss on the back of them, looking up at you with an expression that made you want to get on top of him and also let him devour you.

and that was how you both had found your ways to kento's pristine and beautiful apartment, with your skirt hiked around your waist and kento's thick cock bullying his way into your pussy.

"fuck- ngh- kento......" you panted, arms around his neck, reaching his muscular.

kento eased - tried to - his cock inside the tight ring of muscle, still struggling to slide in despite eating you out through two orgasms.

two.

you were spent, head floating around in the clouds. his room, his sheets, everything smelled like him, like bergamot, musk, with slight hints of vetiver, barely concealing his natural scent.

it was driving you insane, engulfing your senses from every direction.

the feel of muscles of kento's arms flexing against your thighs, his mouth right next to your ear, grunting and moaning.

"you okay?" he pants, his breath hot next to your ear, "does it hurt?"

"n- ngh- no.." you raise your face and kento descends down, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.

you can feel kento's cock throbbing inside of you, pulsing with need.

kento was still so.. cautious. careful.

your hand moved to grasp the hair on the back of his head, pulling his face away from yours.

"kento," you stared into his eyes, his face flushed with efforts of holding himself back, "fuck me."

he whimpered, "but-"

"fuck. me."

that did it, kento shoved the remaining length inside of you, watching as your back arched off the bed, pressing into him as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

the voice in his head told him to slow down, to make sure he wasn't hurting you, or overstepping.

but his cock nestled deep inside your warmth, walls fluttering around him, squeezing him so tightly as if you didn't want to let go.

he clenched his teeth, jaw ticking as proof of holding himself back into fucking you into the mattress. "you..okay..?"

you nodded, "y-yes, harder- ngh!"

kento's hips started to piston in and out of you, as if they had a mind of their own. his cock hitting your deepest spots, bullying the wall of soft muscle that made you whine and grip him tighter.

he plunged down, connecting your lips in a sloppy, filthy kiss that was unbecoming of a man and woman of your station. spit dribbled down his mouth and into yours.

his hips thrusted into you with a frenzied sense of emergency, as if every time he pulled out it physically hurt him until he was sheathed inside you again.

hurried gasps that sounded like your name left his lips as he left wet kisses down your cheek, into your ear.

he pushed his tongue inside, swirling it around as he fucked you into the mattress.

"n- haa- kent- no! ugh.. hah.... yes..." a stream of incoherent and garbled words left you, mind going fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure overtaking you.

his hand came up, tweaking your nipple with one hand as licked your other nipple, twirling it around in his mouth.

you held your neck up, looking down at him fondling your tits and you almost came undone. he looked so ..disheveled, improper, so fucking hot.

he hissed, feeling your walls tightening around him. his moments turned sloppy as he thrust in with urgency, aching to reach his own release.

he cupped your face, kissing you deep with his tongue claiming your insides, and you finally tipped over.

your orgasm hitting you fast, a wave of white flashing behind your eyes as the intense pleasure amplified tenfold as kento kept thrusting you with renewed vigor, your walls clamping around him harder than ever.

he came a moment later, hands gripping your ass in a way that was sure to bruise later, his cock pushed up into your deepest parts, kissing the head of your cervix.

his eyes were pulled shut and his jaw was taut as he held his breath, a shiver passing down his spine as he released the last few spurts inside you.

panting, you both looked into each other's eyes, coming down from the high together.

kento pulled out, hands smoothing your hair and pressed a kiss onto your eyelid, "be right with you."

he left, returning with a wet cloth that he used to wipe thoroughly, before climbing onto bed with you.

---

you woke up to the smell of pancakes, your mouth watering before you registered your whereabouts.

your belly warmed up as the memories of the previous nights flooded in, a satisfied smile stretching your lips as you nestled deeper into kento's sheet.

they looked like they'd been changed.

"you're up," kento's warm voice floated through the bedroom entrance. he entered, wearing a pink frilly apron and carrying a tray of food and coffee. "good morning."

"morning," you smiled sleepily at him, letting the comforter fall off your bare chest.

kento's cheek dusted with pink as he averted his eyes. cute.

"a.. are you sore?" he asked, his voice quiet, "hurt?"

sukuna presses down on your lower back, deepening your arch. his fingers grab the plush of your ass and massage as if your buttcheeks are his own personal stress toys.

"k-kuna..." you mewl, drool dribbling down your chin as you come down the high of your third orgasm. "m-move.."

sukuna just chuckles, lowering himself until his face came up to the back of your neck before slanting his head and biting at your nape.

you gasp, hips jerking backward, into his cock that he's been refusing to move.

"so fucking eager, huh?" he presses in, his cock kissing your cervix. a shudder passes down his spine at way you clench around his cock. "ngh- fuck."

he pulls out so that only the tip is in and then rams back in, making you rock forward. his hand clutches at your shoulder and another as your ass as he pumps in you in a rapid pace.

your mouth drops open and eyes start to roll back as sukuna pounds into you relentlessly, your sensitive pussy clenching around him harder.

he pulls you up, tugging at your face to pull you in for a kiss.

"mmfp- t-too f-fast," you gasp into his mouth as he rams into your upwards.

his cock hits the top of your walls, making your tummy bulge.

"hah- fuck, look at this," you can hear the smug smirk in his voice as he brings his hand to press onto the bulge.

you moan, "n-no," tears stream down your face from the intense pleasure, "d-don't press ngh- there.."

his forearm circles around your neck and he holds you up in a headlock. "you're taking me so good, baby, fuck."

your eyes widen as you struggle to breath, hands coming up to tug at his arm. you squirm in his hold as he pounds into you in a pace that is stealing your breath.

sukuna dips down again to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, saliva mixing with yours as you cry out into his mouth, your fourth oragsm of the day crashing into you without warning.

feeling you clench so hard around him tips him beyond, eyes screwing shut as he grits his teeth, pushing his cock as deep into you as possible, "f-fuckkkkk."

he groans, holding up your body that suddenly feels too boneless. sukuna's cum is dripping out of you, coating the inside of your thighs.

sukuna finally pulls out his softening cock out of you as you squirm out of his hold and flop down onto the bed, "that was..."

"out of the world, huh?" sukuna still, of course, had the energy to be cocky till the end.

"yeah, sure," you turn on your stomach, turning your head away from him, "close the door on your way out."

sukuna, who was about to climb in bed behind you, freezes.

"you want me to leave?" he can't help his incredulous tone, "i just fucked you to oblivion?!"

you don't even spare him a glance as you say, "stop crying and get out, dude. this is what we agreed to."

and you were right, you both had been sleeping with each other for about two months now. and it wasn't supposed to be anything but sex.

for some fucking reason, sukuna has just not slept with anyone aside you in those past months.

definitely not because his dick doesn't seem to stand up for anyone who isn't you.

sukuna is pouting. he's pouting over getting kicked out after agreeing to get out after sex.

and you can't even see it because you're dozing off, facing away from him.

he gets up to gather his clothes, and head into your bathroom to wash up. he comes back with a wet rag and cleans you up silently, which wakes you up.

he hopes maybe this soft aftercare might make you change your mind.

he wanted to cuddle.

his ego was just hurt that someone was kicking him out.

"sukuna?" you mumbled from the bed.

he perked up, sure that you were gonna ask him to stay.

"can you hide your face as you leave? i don't want anyone to see you were here."

sukuna had a tendency to get on your fucking nerves.

he was just a natural born asshole. period.

everytime you were in his presence it would fucking agitate you so badly that it would evoke intense feelings of needing to shoot him so he can focus on his bullet wound rather than hop on your back.

lord be praised for the amount of patience you had managed to show so far, denying yourself the pleasure to go full on ballistic and homicidal on that cocky chud.

speaking of balls...

"ngh- yeah, juuust like that," sukuna's hands gathered your hair, holding it in a bunch above your head, away from your face.

you were on your knees, hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you wrapped your lips around his tip and suckled.

you moaned around his cock as he thrust forward lightly.

so what if he was the most insufferable man you'd ever met. he had a great cock. and you were ovulating. and needed a fix. bad. so, sue you.

"fuck," he panted from above you, grip tightening on your hair, "fuuuuck, that's it." he thrusted in your mouth, closing his eyes as he revelled in the feel of your blissful warm mouth.

you pulled off abruptly, closing your fingers around a spot on his thigh and pinching tightly.

his eyes flew open as he jerked and hissed, "the fuck?"

"stop fucking thrusting in my mouth," you said before pulling his cock back in your mouth, groaning as you took him in again.

"alrigh- jesus," sukuna moaned midway, getting whiplash by how quickly you were switching moods.

he could feel your moans vibrating against his cock. it was driving him crazy, how fucking good you felt.

he loved making you angry because then you would get so mad you would fuck him and take out your anger on him.

and everytime, it would be the best fucking sex of his life.

he was pussywhipped, and making you rage was the least humiliating way to get inside yours.

especially since you were repulsed by the idea of dating him. (his ego didn't survive that blow, by the way)

you rolled your tongue around his cock, moving your head back and forth as you gradually took his length in.

sukuna wanted to rut in so bad, but he also didn't want to get beat up so he held on, gripping the table on his side with all his life force, the other hand still wrapped around your hair.

you didn't look up at him, and he wished you did. he wished you'd let him see your face as you sucked his cock, down on your knees.

he's learnt to shut up and take every crumb you give him, though.

he moaned embarrassingly loudly as you hollowed out your cheeks around his girth, sucking him to oblivion.

you laughed at that, the sound making his dick thrum.

he scowled at you, "d-don't make fun of me," he panted, cursing himself for stuttering and hoping you didn't notice.

"d-dwont maf fun awf me," you mumbled mockingly with his cock still inside your mouth.

the sensation made sukuna's hips jerk forward, involuntarily thrusting into your mouth. "fuckk."

his cock his the back of your throat, making you gag around his length.

pissed, you scowled up at sukuna whose eyes were screwed shut as he tried to will himself not to cum this quickly. you'd never let him live it down.

without thinking twice, you sunk your teeth - lightly - into his cock.

immediately, the most embarrassing and un-sukuna-like cry left his mouth, "OWUAEGHH-"

he jerked out of your mouth, crumpling down to the floor as he cupped his wet and rapidly softening cock, "what THE FUCKKKK"

you couldn't believe you actually did that, but the scene was just so fucking hilarious. you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, your face going red as your shoulder shook in silent laughter.

all while sukuna rolled around on the floor, yelling out curses.

"i didn't even bite that hard," you rolled your eyes, a giggle leaving your mouth against your better judgement.

sukuna shot you a murderous glare from the floor, "you BIT ME. YOU BIT MY COCK. and YOU'RE LAUGHING."

you shrugged, "you're so dramatic, bro." you crouched down to pat his thigh, as if to reassure him, "you'll be alright."

"you're not fucking real," sukuna muttered into the carpet, the pain in his cock dulling and his previous embarrassing sounds registering in his head.

"yeah, yeah," you paused, "can we go again? i'm still horny. i won't bite again today."

sukuna hated how fast he got hard again.