"No, what the hell. Stop asking me for weird shit." He grunted, already glaring down at you, arms crossed.

"Cmon, please? It's not weird! I just wanna... see how strong you are, that's all!" That response sounded better in your head.

He almost rolled his eyes at your persistent begging.

"Annoying brat, i told you no already. Now Get." He turned around, starting to walk off to god knows where.

"Sukuna! Please! I won't ask again! I want you to-"

But the feeling of your hands trying to pull his arm to make him stop walking made him pause.

Tch.

You blinked and all of a sudden you felt like you had been lifted up from the floor, a thick beeefy arm locked around your throat making you shut up mid whine. His other hand landed on the top of your hair, as if holding your head down.

"Shut up, or i'll snap yer neck."

Your eyelashes fluttered, squirming a bit but the pressure of his bicep and forearm was oddly... soothing, it made your tummy feel warm.

He looked annoyed though, flexing the muscle.

A moment passed and he let go, your knees buckling, your hands touching your neck after the loss of the arm, it had felt so good...

"Suku-"

"I said, shut up." he grunted, starting to head in the direction he had gone before, not looking back at you, already regretting indulging you.

But now you had a different problem...

Your legs a bit wobbly, a damp spot forming in the middle of your panties, and your poor cunt needy for more.

Coach made sure I cleaned my plate after practice.

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