#detectivestucks

And still every time you open your laptop in class, someone sneers at its make and model, but you… you pretend. You choose to ignore their ignorant scoffs, their sniggers and snorts. They’re just rich idiots. Rich connected assholes with jobs you’re twice as qualified for, already lined up after graduation. You’d kill to have those kind of connections… but again, you pretend. It’s all you can do to cope with being the black sheep of the campus. 

Some days it eats you up. Some days it doesn’t. But then there’s days like today where you get noticed by your crush for all the wrong reasons. He stands in the middle of the grassy mall. His nearly seven foot stature filled with bulking muscles, and skin painted in black tattoos. Even the lines of his face are emphasized by ink. Then there’s his messy pink hair and those red eyes. The contacts he wears are intimidating and oh so sexy. He’s the kind of man they write villain tales about; the kind that end in smut. Every time your good girl eyes land on him, your core clenches, wanting him to do terrible things to you. But now that he’s talking to you, you wish he’d never noticed you in your knock off chunky loafers and Levi jeans, and graphic tee crop top. 

“Hey charity girl” the unfairly hot pink-haired bad boy calls, “what’d you do to earn our payments towards this little charade?”

“Charade?”

“You know, pretending to be one of us.”

You shake your head upset that he’s no different than the rest, “I’m not here to be like you. I just wanted a really good education.” your words lose their volume as you speak, your eyes dropping to the ground.

“Sure, whatever you say. So how does this charity thing work? You dance or sing or something and we pay you?”

“Wha-what? No! I’m just really good at school. It was an academic scholarship cause of my GPA and Entrance Exam scores.”

“What are you saying? You think we’re dumb or something?”

“No! Nothing like that. Look, I'm sorry to have bothered you. See you around.”

You know you have nothing to apologize for, you’re just trying to get away without a fight. Quickly, you bolt out of the situation, speed walking away before he can twist any more of your words. You know you never knew him, but your heart still thunders with heartbreak as you come to terms with the fact that even your crush will never view you as anything other than the poor girl. The one who infiltrated their campus and darkened their doorstep with her Sketchers shoes and Shein clothes. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you tell yourself to get it together. You’re here to learn, nothing more. These Calvary jerks will be a thing of the past in a few more semesters. Only three and a half to go. You’re more than halfway through, just a little longer.

You assume after your short encounter with your tattooed antihero, he’d forget about you. But he doesn’t let it go. Only a week later you pass Sukuna on the sidewalk. To avoid confrontation you begin to speed walk out of sight when you hear a faint “oh no you don’t” followed by the sound of someone jogging. Soon a heavy hand is placed on your shoulder, “Hey, Charity.”

“That’s not my name.”

“Doesn’t matter. Hey, you free this Saturday?” you press your lips together, feeling like a trap is being set. 

“Well, I was going to focus on my research project that day. Why?”

“I’m having a get together. You’re invited.”

“You’re serious?” disbelief knocks you off kilter. Is the sexy hunk in front of you actually trying to invite you to a party?

“Yeah, here’s my number, text me and I’ll send you the address.”

In spite of your foreboding that he’s probably just trying to fuck, later that evening you message him. Quickly, he sends you his address. You’re surprised by his eagerness. Only when you enter it into your phone is it revealed that it’s directions to a soup kitchen. 

Ha. Ha. Very funny. 

What? I thought it could be helpful. You know, since money’s tight. 

I’m blocking you. I don’t have time for your stupid games. 

Wait, I’ll give you my real address, the one to the frat house. Look it up. 

You enter the new address he gives. 

You check yet?

Yes, but idk what you want me to do with this. 

Come over. 

A treacherous part of your heart wants to do it. You want so badly for him to be extending an olive branch but you know he’s not. Someone like him has no business with someone like you.

I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m busy with school and I still have to go do my work-study hours. 

Work-study? What is that?

It’s when you work at the college in exchange for tuition assistance. 

Damn. You must be broke-broke. 

No, you’re just rich-rich and tuition here is insane.  Anyways, thanks for the invite but maybe some other time. 

For a few weeks, he left you alone. Yet, for some crazy reason, you kept checking your phone, a small part of you wishing he’d text you again. The stupid part of you did at least. But he let you be, abandoning you and leaving only the normal microaggressions to keep you company. However, less than a month later his name appears on your phone once more. 

Hey Charity

Still not my name

Come over. 

Why?

I need help with class

What’d your professor say?

And admit that I’m stupid? Hell no. 

Fine. Which class?

Just come over. 

I guess. When are you free?

Tonight. 

You check your schedule and your homework agenda before responding

I can squeeze you in but you really should talk to the professor. They tend to like students who reach out to them 

Nah, that’s embarrassing. I’d rather have a peer. Plus ur the one who said you’re good at school. Be here in 2 hours?

A heavy sigh pushes its way out of your chest.

Sure. 

Is it probably a bad idea? Sure. Is it possible that one of these assholes could be a decent human being? Dear gods, you hope so. 

You step up to the brick frat house fresh from your most recent lecture, textbook and laptop still in your bag, your chunky loafers toeing against the stoop of the kitchen’s’ back door. This is a bad idea, your gut knows it, but hope spurs you on. Your shaking fist raises and raps a quick knock against the door after you text Sukuna you’re here. 

It sounds loud inside. Certainly not an environment for studying. Then the door swings open and the smell of cigarettes, weed, and alcohol waft past the threshold. You cough while you wave your hand in front of your face. 

“This is where you live? How can you concentrate?”

He shrugs. “You get used to it. Why, you live in a public library or sumin’?” You scowl at him before he turns around and walks away. You assume you’re supposed to follow him so you step lightly into the house and close the door behind you. 

The place looks nothing like it smells. Your eyes oogle at the white kitchen with marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. The floors are black and white printed tiles, like what you see in the movies. There’s Corinthian columns framing the entrance to the living room where the floors switch over to hardwood. This frat house looks more like a governor’s mansion than a college student dwelling. Once you enter what looks like a parlor off the side of the living room, you see a group of men piled on various black leather couches surrounding a stripper pole. Disgust flares your nose. These men seriously go off to college and use their parents’ money to pay for strippers?

“What? You don’t like it?” Sukuna turns to look at you.

“Why would you even need that?” you say gesturing to the metal in the middle of the room.

“To help girls like you. You said you earn money for tuition by working for the college. We thought we’d offer you some employment for your ‘work-study’.”

Your jaw drops in outrage. “Are you serious?!”

“Hey Sukuna, is this that girl you were talking about?”

Your head snaps over to where three of the men stand up and stride over to you.

“Yeah, she’s not half bad.” one says, trying to take your backpack from you while the other sniffs your face. You rip away from them when the third snakes his arm around your waist and reaches up to grab your breast. You stomp on his foot and start backing away towards the kitchen.

“You fucking asshole! I work in the libraries and department offices! Not as a damn stripper for your amusement!”

“Why are you getting so bent out of shape, Charity?” He pretends like the question is innocent but his eyes gleam with mirth.

“Just fucking leave me alone!” You storm out of the house, tears streaming down your face. But before you pass their manicured lawn you make sure to block Sukuna’s number. The too-hot-for-his-own-good asshole is not going to bother you again. You will never come back here and you will never believe another word he says.

Meanwhile back at the house Sukuna’s laughing, enjoying how perfectly you took the bait.

“Damn, does being poor put a stick up your ass” his friend Mahito asks still sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, any of the other girls would’ve played along just to keep getting invited over here” Geto piles on, sinking back down in one of the leather chairs.

“That’s cause half the girls at this school have daddy issues. I bet her’s was never too busy with work to ignore his family” Sukuna mocks, waiving off your outrage as he takes a seat on one of the recliners among his buddies.

“Psh, fuck that. Daddy issues keep my bed warm,” the long-haired frat bro continues.

“Geto and his stage 5 clingers, no wonder you have so many.”

“What can I say? I like when they call me daddy.” he shrugs

Sukuna chuckles at Geto, still feeling smug about pulling one over on you. He enjoyed your attention more than he thought he would. Usually, when he fucks with girls it’s not this fun. Yet, part of him wishes you played along. There’s something hot about you, especially when you’re mad. You're petite compared to him, with thick thighs and perfect tits hidden under your cheap clothes. If he could’ve gotten you half naked before pissing you off, he’d probably try to fuck you in front of the entire house. But you’d never allow that, you’re not like other girls. You have more dignity than these rich sluts and a fire that only comes from someone who worked for everything they have. All that might, contained in your little frame, makes him ache in a familiar way.

Later that night Sukuna’s lying in bed thinking of more ways to mess with you. He can’t seem to get you out of his head. Especially the way you yelled at him. The balls on you. He decided he wants more. Time for the next phase in his plan to get you into his bed. Surely a poor girl like you would do anything to be with someone rich like him. So in a classic move, he texts you

Hey, you up?

Only the blue iPhone bubble turns green. …She blocked me.

The next day you're traveling across campus, running from one class to the next, trying to make it to the math building on the other side of campus when a giant shadow appears behind you. Anger immediately flares in your chest, knowing who that shape belongs to. You come to a halt, spinning on your heel. 

“What do you want? You gonna try to hire me as a prostitute next?”

You almost miss the anger on his face before he spits his venom. “No one rejects me! Especially not some charity case.”

“So you’re pissed that I walked out on your little perverted party? You thought I should be grateful to you for insulting and demeaning me?!”

“Blocking my number was the wrong move, princess.”

“Oh, so I'm a princess now. Fuck off. Some of us are actually here to learn.”

You take a single step before his muscled hand grabs your bicep. Why does he care this much? You’re supposed to be for sport? Maybe it’s just the insult that a nobody like you would dare stand up to someone like him. “Don’t walk away from me.” he growls, not understanding his own anger.

“Watch me.” you bite back, your eyes narrowing. 

Shocked, Sukuna accidentally lets go. You seize the opportunity and stomp away so livid you can taste iron in your mouth from frustration. Still amazed that anyone, especially some nobody, would defy him like that, the herculean king of campus just stands there, watching your retreating figure. Part of him mad, part of him impressed, and most of him suddenly bored and ready to find a new toy. 

Months go by without a word from your ex-crush. Blocking him was definitely the right move as much as it hurts to look at your phone and realize he’s one of the only people who texted you all semester. Fortunately, you also figured out how to avoid him by staying away from areas where Greek life likes to hang out. However, the dumb part of your brain is slightly sad that the powerful and fearsome Sukuna lost interest in you.

Then you think back to that day at the frat house and you can’t believe you ever liked that walking trash can. You guess the outside doesn’t always match the inside, but why does it have to look so damn appealing? His absence is for the best. He’d only destroy your life if he continued to be in it but, when the new spring term started the last thing you expected was for Ryomen Sukuna to walk into your chemistry lab. 

Fuck

Seeing him before he sees you, you discreetly tuck your head to the side, letting your hair obscure your face. Your mind races, calculating how you’re going to navigate the semester without him realizing you’re there. However, minutes into the beginning of class, the TA reads off your lab partners for the semester and as fate would have it, yours is the polished turd himself. 

You glance across the room, mouth agape, to find a devious smile grinning back at you, his lips stretching ear to ear with his canines prominently on display…

“Everyone, go sit next to your partners!” the strong voice of your teacher’s assistant calls.

However, you’re glued to your seat. You can’t believe your rotten luck and watch in horror as Sukuna grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and walks towards you. The way his eyes pierce through the room and fixate on you makes you feel more like wounded prey as he wolfishly descends upon your lab table. Those red eyes never leaving your wide pupils. 

He pulls out the stool next to yours and takes a seat, his gigantic frame shadowing your much smaller one even as you sit up straighter.

“Well, well, well, guess you’re forced to unblock my number now. Aren’t you, Charity?”

Masterlist I Chapter 2

You take a broken breath, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation without waking him or risking him seeing, and, …feeling everything. With a careful grip, you tug at his forearm, trying to remove the hand that snaked under your shirt. However, the action causes his fist to close, squeezing your breast and making you squirm against him. Dreamily Sukuna starts grumbling, pulling you even closer to him and grinding his manhood right up the valley between your cheeks. You gasp, the sound helping Sukuna come to. 

“Mmmm, am I dreaming?” His groggy voice mumbles into your ear, the tenor giving you chills.

“Morning perve.”

“Morning, Charity”

“You can let go of my tit now.”

“Five more minutes” he whines while snuggling into your hair. 

“Sukuna!”

“Three more.” You buck back into him in protest. “Mmm, you’re playing a dangerous game here C.” His voice purring once more. “Don’t bump and grind against a man’s morning wood unless you want it inside of you.”

You freeze in his grasp, to which he roars with laughter. Tickled as pink as his hair, he releases his hold on your chest and you jump out of his bed, quickly pulling down the bottom of his shirt to cover yourself. 

Sukuna’s amused eyes scan you hungrily, making you feel flushed all over. Your eyes return his attention, seeing the chiseled abs and the tattoos that trail down his chest and towards his v cut. That bottom lip of yours finds its way back between your teeth before you pop back to reality. 

“Last I checked our deal didn’t include sex, Sukuna. Put those bedroom eyes away before I kick you.”

“What? I can’t admire the underwear I paid for?”

“No. You paid for clothes, not a hooker.”

From the bed Sukuna continues to eye you like a conquest. “I know you want a taste, C. You’ve wanted me from the day we met.”

“And then I got to know you.”

“Come on, climb back in bed and I’ll let you get to know me real good.”

“Horny boys are the worst.” you say, looking skyward. “Can you please spin around while I change?”

“Not on your life.” 

Your mouth falls open while his menacing eyes continue to devour you. After a short lived staring contest you give up, strip off his shirt, and throw it at his face to obscure his view. Quickly you replace it with your dress from last night. The entire time Sukuna’s eyes rake over the leather and lace of your undergarments, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. You disregard the sound, pretending you don’t notice. 

“Help me with this zipper please.”

“What if I say no?”

You glare at him. “Please Sukuna?”

Reluctantly he gets out of bed and approaches you. He stands close, his hands brushing against your skin slowly and purposefully. He closes the zipper between your shoulder blades and then grabs the one at your waist before you can pull away, his thumb stroking your hip. You attempt to step forward when he stops you. He holds you firm and breathes you in, memorizing the smell of your hair, and loving the way your shampoo and pheromones mix with your perfume from the night before. 

“That perfume, did I get that for you too?”

“Yes.” the word comes out small and breathy, the tension between you choking your air supply.

“I like it. You should wear that more often.”

“I don’t exactly have the funds to go wasting it on everyday use. I’d like to save it for special occasions.”

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Sukuna,” you turn around in his arms, eyes shining up at him, “we’re lab partners, remember? That hasn’t changed.”

A wave of goosebumps ride over Sukuna’s skin as he looks down at you. For him, something has definitely changed. He wants to lie to himself and say it’s because of how hot you look wearing proper clothes but that’s not true. The instinct he felt to protect you, he’s never had that before. He’s not some hero, he never has been, but to be a villain towards others for you feels… natural. Walking away with you under his arm last night somehow seemed right. It’s like the game has changed, the rules are broken, yet the pieces remain the same. 

“You’re right” he concedes, “Let me get dressed so I can walk you home.”

“Thanks.” you whisper, somehow feeling guilty about rejecting him. He’s right, you want him, but then you force yourself to remember he was making out with two girls last night when he left you alone. Why would he do that if he was into you? He doesn’t make any sense. 

You watch as he pulls on a pair of jeans, noticing the same tattoos around his arms also appear around his legs. The markings drive your musings till his pecs flex from the way he pulls on his shirt. Why does he have to look so damn hot? You almost whine from disappointment as the hem of his plain tee hides his abdominals and covers the tattoos leading towards his… 

“Charity.”

“Hmm?” you blink several times.

“Hellooo, earth to lab partner Charity.” 

“What?”

“You were staring, princess.”

“No, I was thinking about my feet. I don’t want to wear my heels, that’s all.”

“Suuure. You know I think I heard somewhere that the normal thing to do is stare at a man’s crotch when thinking about shoes.”

“No, I was- wait, did you call me Princess?”

“Just caught onto that?”

“Just- shut up.”

Sukuna laughs, loving how flustered you are. At least he’s not the only one fighting the attraction. He grabs a pair of his slides and hands them to you. “Here, for your feet.” 

You take them in your hands, a look of embarrassed submission painting your heated features. 

“Cmon, let’s get you home.”

“We still getting breakfast?”

“Of course, I can’t let my charity case go hungry, can I?”

The way your face falls brings another bout of booming laughter from the man. It’s weird to see him laugh so hard, and so many times in one morning.

The two of you head downstairs, your footsteps greeted with cheering. “What the-?” But your words are down out by whoops and whistles. 

“Geezus guys, we didn’t do anything.” Sukuna grumbles as he drapes an arm around your shoulders steering you past the group of rowdy men. 

“Whatever you say Mr. Off Limits” Geto calls

“Fuck off.” Sukuna shouts before he opens the door for you, letting you pass through first before closing it behind him. “Jerks.”

You begin walking down the road past all the houses in Greek life, wondering if these people ever slept in a normal home, even once. 

“What?” Sukuna asks, noticing your brain at work. 

You look up at him, lost in thought. You turn your head back towards the row of mansions, amazed at how different their perception of reality is. 

“What does it mean? Off limits?”

“It means no one in the fraternity is allowed to try and hit on you.”

“Because…”

“Because some one in the frat says so.”

“Give me an example.”

“Like if it’s a girlfriend, or an ex, or a sister. Sometimes it’s just a nice girl who deserves respect.”

“And which am I?”

“The nice girl who deserves respect.”

“As I recall, you’re the one who set those hounds on my trail by inviting me over to strip for you.”

“Look, I’m not here to apologize for the past. I was wrong. We both know that. You’re off limits now, so it won’t be a problem going forward.”

“Someone’s testy.”

Sukuna growls, hating that you call him out.

“What if I wanted to date someone in the fraternity? Like Geto. What then?”

“You want to date Geto?! That fucker who was getting ready to share you with Toji?! Charity, that’s not-”

“Still testy!” you chirp. “And why do you care who I do or don’t want to date?”

“This feels like a trap.” 

“How is this a trap?”

“Ugh, If you want to date someone in the Fraternity, you have to notify the person who said you were off limits before you can officially go on a date.”

“So I’d have to tell you first.”

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously going to believe that job offer shit he tried to pull last night.”

“Why? You jealous?”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches, his muscles working as he chooses his next words carefully. “No, I just think you’re smart and you have more dignity than that.”

“I still think that idea makes you jealous.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous of. Geto’s a prick and you don’t actually want him.”

“But if I play nice close to graduation, maybe I can meet his family and score a job. I’m likeable enough, right?”

Anger flashes across Sukuna’s red eyes, your musings crawling under his skin. “Yes C, you’re definitely likable enough. But you don’t need to sell yourself for a job. If it makes you feel better I’ll introduce you to my family and they’ll get you a job.”

‘You’d do that for me?”

Sukuna looks at you like it’s the most ludicrous question in the world. “Of course I’d do that for you. You’re gonna be the reason I graduate. I’m sure my parents will be very grateful and furthermore you don’t need to sleep with fucking Geto.”

You reach out and grab Sukuna’s hand, giving it a good squeeze to show your appreciation. He stares down at the connection and something light flutters in your chest.

“Now that the Geto issue is settled, can you pick somewhere to stop for breakfast already? I need to get you home.”

“Have you always been this moody?”

“Yes, now pick.”

Your lips stretch into a playful smile and the tiny action set’s Sukuna’s pulse racing. You’re gorgeous, even the morning after, with your hair frizzy and your makeup smudged. He wants to see you smile for him in pretty clothes every day. His mind races to thoughts of keeping you for himself. The anger that bubbles up in him every time he remembers the image of Toji pressing up behind you and Geto’s face close to yours. He doesn’t understand himself anymore. You’re a nobody, but in one night you made a name for yourself and everyone around you saw your worth. Even he can’t stop seeing it, and now he wants to keep you, have you all to himself. How does he make that possible? He made you off-limits at the house, but what about men beyond Greek life? How is he going to stop them from claiming you? Then your musical voice shatters through his thoughts.

“Oh! Let’s try this place!”

“It looks like a dumpster.”

“It looks unique. I wanna try it.”

“Fine, C, whatever you say.”

“Sukuna, do you even know my name?”

“Ryomen. Start calling me Ryomen. Also I don’t need to know your name, you’re mine, that’s all I need to know. It’s all anyone needs to know.”

You stand there stunned, blinking at him in disbelief. Your mouth goes dry before you find the words. “There is so much crazy in that statement it needs to be institutionalized.First of all, yes, you need to know my name and second what happened to ‘nice girl who deserves respect?’ When did I become yours?”

“I just decided it.”

“You just decided it.” you say in disbelief. “And at what point were you going to ask me if I was okay with this?”

“I wasn’t.”

“You-wha- is this some rich people shit?”

“What?”

“You can’t just claim a person.”

“I just did.”

“And if I say no?”

“You won’t.”

“And why do you think that?”

“One, because you let me dress you up. Two because you wore lingerie in my bed. Three, because you have always had a crush on me. That’s how I’ve been able to get under your skin all semester. I catch you staring at my tattoos, my fingers, my hair, and yes” he smiles “my lips. You stare at those quite a lot.” The smugness rolls off his broad shoulders.

“That means nothing.”

“It means nothing that your breath hitches nearly every time I touch you?”

“You give yourself too much credit.”

“I don’t think you give me enough. You’re mine, Charity, I’m not letting anyone else touch you. I don’t care how bloody my knuckles have to get.”

You stand in front of the entrance to the coffee house stunned. It’d be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you if it wasn’t so crazy. The girls were right afterall…Ryomen Sukuna wants you. 

“Isn’t it just a little suspicious that you see me in a $300 dress and suddenly you want to date me?”

“Don’t forget the $900 heels and the $500 lingerie.”

“That’s what I’m saying. What happens when I go back to my normal clothes?”

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Ryo, I’m serious.”

The pet name seals his fate. Wedding bells chime in his head when he looks at you. His hands find your shoulders, squeezing them as he pulls you near, stooping down so his face is eye level with yours. 

“You won’t win C. I’ve made up my mind and it won’t change.”

You shake your head. “That’s not how it works, Ryomen. Come on, let’s just go get our coffee.”

Holding the door for you again, Sukuna escorts you inside. Both of you get some ridiculously fancy latte’s and a guava con queso strudel cake which is the most delicious bakery treat you’ve ever tasted. 

“This dumpster is pretty good.”

“Told you.”

“So, would this count as our first date?” he asks, smiling over the rim of his cup.

“I hope not. If I’m going on a date with someone in your tax bracket I want the whole package.”

“You’re wearing $1700 of clothes on my dime and I got the coffee.”

“Fair. But you were also making out with two other women last night.”

Sukuna’s hand travels up to your chin, holding it firmly in his hand. “Giving me sass now? Don’t make me carry you home.” His thumb pad brushes your bottom lip and you almost cave but the ache in the balls of your feet tell a different story.

“Actually, my feet are killing me.”

Then his canines come back out. Oh no. The man scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

“Wait! Sukuna! Put me down!” Without batting an eye, he collects the trash from your table and disposes it in the garbage can before walking out. You feel humiliated as you succumb to your new position draped over his giant shoulder. Many people stare at you as you feel Sukuna’s hands rest dangerously high on the back of your leg and on your ass cheek itself.

“Ryomen, I’m in a dress, what if I flash someone.”

“Good thing you have sexy underwear on.”

“Sukuna please? We’re on campus, a professor could see.” “I hope they do. Maybe they’ll raise my grade when they see who my new tutor is.”

“Please put me down. It’s not funny.”

Sukuna closes his eyes, a rumble growing in his chest. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”

You go limp on him, surrendering to your fate. His greedy hands explore your lower body as he walks, making you hot and squirmy. You’re sure the wet spot in your underwear is growing more obvious by the second. 

“Do you have to do that?” you complain when his fingers sink into your upper thigh, playing with your flesh in a possessive way.

“No, but I want to. Now which building is yours?”

“I’m in Fisher Commons, it's just past the north side of campus.”

“Of course you’re in that dump. Well, not for long.”

“Do not try to pay for an apartment for me.”

“Why?”

“I’m not just handing you control of my entire life.” Then one of those thick fingers slips its way between your thighs and strokes along the seam of your sex, toying with you over your underwear. A soft moan escapes you and just as quickly your hands slap over your mouth.

“Someone’s wet. I bet you’d like me to steal a little control. The bossy one’s always do.”

Your hands push against his back, trying to lift yourself up, “I’m not some agenda Ryomen.”

“But you are a conquest.”

You arrive at the front of your building when he puts you down. He lowers you gently only to be surprised at the angry exhaustion on your face. “Sukuna,”

“What?”

You dig in your clutch for your house keys. “What are you hoping for here? A better grade? A girlfriend? A fuck buddy?”

“Do I have to have an end goal in mind?”

“Yes. I don’t want you using me like some pawn.” He scoffs, letting himself into your apartment as you open the door. “Please, come in” you say sarcastically at his back. Sukuna surveys your home before turning around and grabbing your shoulders the way he did outside the coffee shop. His heavy hands rest on them while his thumbs lightly brush small circles over your skin. 

“You sure I can’t get you a better apartment?”

“Sukuna!” you bring your wrists up, pushing his hands off of you, “I’m not some conquest, I’m not some charity case, and I’m not something you can control.” He grunts in disapproval. “Thank you, really, for all of this.” You waive your hand towards your bed, piled high with boxes, walking into your room as you speak. “This is the most generous thing anyone has done for me outside of granting me a scholarship to come here. But I don’t want to feel like you’re using your money to control me and I don’t want you to lead me on for some game or power trip. Why behave like this just to go home and make out with two other girls? I’m not like you, okay? I can’t just bounce between partners like that. I’m an all or nothing girl. I’m sorry.”

“Who said anything about me making out with other girls when I get home?”

Another pointed stare is sent in his direction. “So you’re saying you haven’t ignored three messages from girls this morning?”

“How did you-? When did-?”

“I saw you check your phone. Guys don’t look like that when other men text them.”

“Yeah but I ignored them cause I’m with you. I don’t want those other girls anymore. I like being around you.”

“Is this some phase or a game to you? I’m not interested in being either. Can we please just stick to being lab partners?”

Sukuna assesses you then looks back to the boxes piled on the bed. To be honest he doesn’t want to be lab partners. He wants it all, everything you have to offer, but he’s not ready to admit that to himself much less to you. “Can I at least see what my money bought?”

“You mean your parents' money?”

“No, my money. My parents made an investment portfolio for me in high school when I started working for the company. All of my wages went into the stock market and I party off the interest.”

“I’m terrified to know how much money your family makes if your interest payments can afford a shopping spree like this.” He steps towards you.

“So, as I said, can I please see what I got you?”

You look at him hesitantly before you head to your bed and start unstacking the items, pulling them out and laying them neatly side by side on your comforter.

“No,” he says as he moves behind you, his finger tracing your arm, “I want to see them on you.”

You lose your breath, as your skin pebbles beneath his touch. “You can see them on me when we have class together.”

His hands begin to undo the zippers of your dress, pulling it off your body and exposing your kinky little lingerie set. “I want to see them now.”

“Sukuna…” but your words get lost on your tongue as the feel of his own drags up your neck before he bites down on your jaw line. His hands grip you harshly, fingers sinking into your skin, claiming you like a prize. “Stop.” you whisper, the sound barely audible. 

Sukuna ignores it completely, his teeth biting into your throat while his hand runs down your abdomen and begins rubbing circles over your panties, massaging your clit so skillfully you would’ve thought it was your own hand. You lean back into him, moaning and breathless while his opposite hand removes your bra. With a clouded mind you assist, dropping it onto the bed while your hips grind into Sukuna’s left fingers. 

“I want you.” he murmurs drunkenly into your skin. “I want you unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Tell me how I make you mine and I’ll do it.” 

Your nipples tingle with anticipation, poking into his right palm as his grip squeezes around it. You need to stop this before it goes too far. “No, Suku, we can’t” your words, barely audible, are meaningless to him. 

“Yes, we can.” he groans, his grip getting harsher. “I’ll do anything to have you call me that again.” His fingertips whirling around your nerve bundle grow harsher. You’re so close to the edge. You could topple over at any moment, but this is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this. Stop him. Stop him now. “Say my name, baby.”

Tingles shoot through your abdomen as the pressure mounts, you’re dangerously close, and the sensitivity of your neck is making it sooo much worse. You're clenching against his palm when the feeling blooms from your core. You begin to shake in his hold, your legs spasming, your throat screaming, “Suku! AH!” You’ve become putty in his hands. Behind you, Sukuna’s heavy breathing brings you back to reality but his hand between your legs moves faster, crippling your efforts to stand. Only his grip on your body holds you up. “No, Sukuna. Ah! Enough! Aaaah!” The orgasm is tearing through your body, choking your pleas

“I’ll stop when you stop moaning.”

“Please Suku, no -ah- no -haa no more.”

“Moan for me one more time.”

You find the strength to pull away from his grasp but your weakened legs fall to the floor in front of him before you turn around and cover your chest. “Sukuna, seriously, enough.” you pant, frustration rising.

“Why’re you mad? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“I told you, I want to just be lab partners.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it.”

You flush pink, scrambling to your feet to find a baggy gym top. You pull it on, hoping the image of you back in a $5 shirt will act like a cold shower. “Sukuna, seriously. I don’t want to get into this with you.” Your clit throbs and your stomach is filled with butterflies but the words remain true.

He meets you in only two strides, crowding you with his lustful presence. “I think you do. And I’m not going to stop, C. You’re mine, no one else’s. We both know it. And next time I see you, you better be wearing this and this.” Sukuna bends over, reaching out his long muscled arm and picking up the red lace bra with slots in the middle of the unlined cups where your nipples would poke through. Your eyes widen at him and then travel back to the bed where he grabs a flowy baby blue sun dress meant for wearing to class. 

“I’ll be checking to see if you can follow directions, C. And if you can’t…” He pulls you against him, his erection pushing into your navel while his right hand cracks against your bare ass with a punishing slap. You gasp at the blow, your folds squeezing around nothing. “...the choice is yours.”

Sukuna’s pointer finger finds your chin and lifts it up so he can plant a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead. “See you Monday, Charity.”

His bulking frame saunters out of your tiny apartment leaving you standing there, weak-kneed, and at a complete loss for words. He’s not going to let up. If anything, Sukuna’s going to be worse than ever. You need to put this to bed immediately before things with Sukuna spiral out of control.

Masterlist I Chapter 3 I Chapter 5

After some introductory slides about lab safety and basic equipment usage, you’re prompted to go to the back counter of the classroom and pick up the list of supplies. Just as you stand up, Sukuna decides to stand up too, brushing up against your back. Your breath hitches as you feel his pelvis rub against your rear. 

“Sorry partner,” he whispers in your ear, “I can get it this time.”

You silently nod and drop back in your stool, feeling weak in the knees till Sukuna returns, missing one of the more important items on the list. 

“You forgot the micropipets.”

“The what?”

“The micropipettes. They administer exact amounts of chemicals for mixing compounds?”

He looks at you as if you have three eyes, so you continue, “The thing she just spent ten minutes talking about?”

Still nothing.

Your hands meet the table with force as you stand up and breathe out in frustration. “It’s fine. I got it.” Yet, even as you storm away, his fingers brush your thigh and you don’t miss how the small touch makes you clench. Get it together girl.

You return with the supplies and show him how to use them, assuming he wasn’t listening at all when the TA spoke. Knowing Sukuna, he was probably plotting out his newest scheme for torturing you instead of doing the things he’s at school for. Fortunately, he catches on quick enough once you explain, but it’s becoming clear that you’re going to have to do everything this semester if you want to maintain your perfect GPA. That’s nothing new. What is new, however, is how Sukuna keeps finding new ways to reach around you and press up against your back or graze your hip. Each time your eyes close, your body reacting to him like you're a rich dessert, ready for him to devour you.

He notices it too, that smug smirk set firmly in place. You want to slap his mouth off his face but you continue to ignore and pretend, just like you always do. Sukuna is yet another version of the same old crap; just stay calm and try to get him to move forward in the assignment. It's all a game and he'll get bored eventually.

But he doesn't get bored. It goes on like this for weeks. Sukuna touching you, breathing on your neck, whispering in your ear. It’s the world’s most obvious seduction act, and you’re not going to fall for it. Even when it makes your nipples erect, and your gooseflesh rise. Sukuna loves that part. He'll intentionally brush your chest when he sees your shirt strain from your arousal.

Last semester, he thought he was bored of you, but the beginning of this semester marked a new era in this game he has with you, and this time, the game is more fun than it’s ever been. The plans he has for you never stop.

If the physical instigation wasn't enough, then there are the texts. The ‘accidental' late-night booty calls 'meant for other girls,' the unsolicited shirtless pics from when he’s going to meet you after the gym, and the random ‘how are you’ texts to make it seem like he cares. It’s a full-on assault, but still you ignore him, because you have time for none of it. 

His newest stunt is showing up at your work-study, pretending he has questions about lab.  “Sukuna, I’m working. We can talk about this any other time.”

“But you’re not doing anything.”

“I am doing something, it just doesn’t involve you, and apparently that’s a problem you’re trying to solve.”

“Damn straight.”

“Look, you can’t keep popping up at my assignments like some crazy stalker. You need to leave." He stares back at you like it's a joke. "I’m not above campus security getting involved.”

“Ha! You really think those pansy’s could cart me off?”

You look up from your seat at the business office front desk. Your gaze studies the man leaning against the oak that separates you two. He’s a wall. A seven-foot monstrosity, all muscle and height. No one’s moving him. The sigh that leaves you feels like a five-pound weight. “Why are you doing this to me? You’re going to get me fired, and then I’ll have to drop out.”

“You won’t get fired. Who else is going to do these crappy assignments for free?”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Go away, Sukuna.”

“Fine. I’ll go see if Shenice wants to help me. I'm sure she'd jump at the chance for a little alone time to study and then some.”

“Yes, you go do that.” you say, burying your face in your hands as he lingers, pretending to leave you alone. 

You force yourself to not care about the photos of the lingerie he ‘meant to send to Shenice.' You force yourself to ignore how he’s always touching you. You force yourself to pretend you’re not thinking about him when you’re alone at work. This full-on physiological warfare is draining you, but you know you’re not going to crack. You quite literally can't.

Somehow you survive five weeks of this crap but now it’s time for midterms and you have a lab report to do together. This assignment can’t be completed in class and needs to be done during your independent time. You close your textbook at the end of lab that Monday and ask Sukuna if he can meet you in the library on Thursday to write the paper.

“No can do, Charity. I have obligations for the fraternity.”

“Stop calling me that.” He just grins back at you “Whatever, what day works for you then?”

“I can still do Thursday, miss work-study, but it’s gonna have to be back at the house cause we got a major party coming up. The guys need to be able to come to me with questions and I need to be able to speak with the vendors.”

“I’d really prefer doing it at the library with no interruptions.”

“And I’d prefer the comfort of my own home.”

“Please don’t make me go back there…” you say defeated and embarrassed.

“Ah! The real reason reveals itself. You scared?”

“It doesn’t matter, the library is still the better choice.”

“Sorry, Charity, I’m gonna have to take a hard pass on this one.”

Exhausted you let out a deep exhale. You do a lot of that these days. “Fine, we’ll meet at your place. Doesn’t make sense, but, when have you?”

He continues grinning, those menacing pearly whites creating the false impression that this guy could possibly be innocent. We all know he’s not; he’s the manipulator-in-chief and you’re his faithful punching bag.

Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths.

You’re back at the frat mansion from hell when you knock on the door. Some man almost as tall as Sukuna answers. His hair is long and pulled back in a half-up bun. “Hey, it’s you again.”

“Hey.” you answer sheepishly, remembering how he grabbed your breast last time you were here. “Is Sukuna home?”

“Right, the lab paper. He’s upstairs. His room is at the end of the hall to the left.”

“Thanks”

You shuffle past him, making sure not to so much as brush against his baggy sweatpants. You want there to be no mistake about your reason for being here. There better be no funny business this time either, or you might sock these men in the nuts. 

You walk through the kitchen and living room and past the parlor with the stripper pole still at it’s center. A few of the guys smirk at you while carrying cases of beer through the house. Their gaze makes your skin crawl, especially as you near the front of the house, entering the foyer and approaching the base of a grand staircase. 

Of course this place has some kind of movie-magic staircase designed for watching debutantes descend in ballgowns as their prince awaits at the bottom holding a rose. Only here, these same stairs are probably used for sex, or mattress surfing, or some other kind of dumb pastime.

Another deep breath before you ascend, marching up towards Sukuna. It feels dirty, walking to the upstairs of a fraternity house. You never thought you’d be headed towards the bedroom of some frat brother, but here you are, walking straight into the lion's den.

Each step towards Sukuna’s room fills you with dread, like you’re going to get chlamydia just from touching the door knob, but you focus on the task at hand. I’m just here for a project. It’s fine. Just here for school…

You do as the other guy said and head to the end of the hall and knock on the last door to the left. “Sukuna?”

“Come in.”

There better not be chlamydia on this.

You twist the handle and step in, wiping your hands on your shorts as soon as possible, getting rid of the cooties. “Hey”

“Hey!” His smile is big, too big. Why does he look so happy to see you? Probably cause he got you to come back after the shit he pulled last time. 

“So, where should we do this?”

He pats the bed next to him and you return with a look of annoyance.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m not getting into bed with you!”

“What? You want to move to the desk? I mean, I'm fine sharing a chair if you want to write our report in my lap.”

You growl in frustration as you flop down on his bed. “Fine, have it your way.” Aggressively you pull out your laptop and open it once it’s resting on  your thighs. “How are we splitting this up? You wanna take a few sections and I take the rest? You wanna both write the thing together? You design the experiments while I report the findings? How do you wanna do it?”

“How about this?” he shifts his weight towards you, his palm rubbing circles over your back, making the hairs on your neck stand on end from his touch. “You write the entire thing, and I,” Sukuna yanks you so that you're straddling his lap, facing him, “will let you sleep with me.” His face is close, dangerously close. Even a millimeter off and you'd already be kissing. That's when your eyes fall to his lips as you feel his bulging, hardened pelvis beneath your center. You tense against it, aroused by the very man you hate. You want him; your stupid hypothalamus wants him.

Then it clicks. He thinks you’re some desperate girl who’d be so grateful that a guy like him would even consider sleeping with you, that you’d be happy to do all the work alone. That's the kind of man he is. One who only thinks highly of himself while he looks down on others.

After the small hitch of your breath at the feel of him between your legs, you catch yourself. Your eyes flick back on his, those dark red contacts staring back at you like some supernatural villain. “Fuck you!” you say with a shove.

“Exactly. I’ll fuck you, princess, and then let you handle the paper for us both.”

“Is this why you insisted I come here?! Cause you were planning on bribing me with sex?!”

“No, I actually need to be here. We’re having a major fundraising party this weekend. Gotta pull out all the stops, which means coordinating with vendors. Having a secluded spot to pound into you was just a bonus," he winks. "Don’t pretend you don’t want it, Charity, I can feel how bad you're clenching right now.”

“How about this, asshole, I write the entire thing, and you never speak to me again.”

“No need to get upset, C.”

“That’s not my name! You know what? Fuck off Sukuna! I’m done.” you clammer off Sukuna’s bed, snatching your discarded laptop and stuffing it into your bag. Sukuna opens his mouth but you shout before he can say a thing. “Don’t! I don’t want to hear another word out of your slime ball mouth again... ever!”

Sukuna, who was full of confidence moments ago, has an unreadable expression on his face now. Shock maybe? He really thought he was gonna sleep with you. However, you don't get to find out cause there is a knock at the door as you’re about to leave, “Is everything okay in there?”

You swing open the door in a rage, fire practically shooting out of your pupils, “Just peachy!” You shout, looking between this guy with long blue hair and Sukuna. Then you shoulder check him on your way out, hearing his laughter while you're sprinting down the stairs. Running, for the second time, out of this damned house while crying at the hands of Sukuna. 

The next day is Friday, and your lab with Sukuna is first thing. The one person you do not want to see right now is about to be breathing down your neck for the next two hours. Your insides retch at the thought. So, in a defensive move to avoid him as much as possible, you sneak into the room just before the bell rings. Quickly, you glide over to your seat next to Sukuna, who’s sitting there looking annoyed. 

“Where’ve you been? I was waiting on you.”

“Last I checked, it wasn’t a crime to use the bathroom before class.” you whisper back angrily.

“I got here early today.”

“Whoopty-fuckin- doo”

“Hey, watch your language. I was here to talk.”

“As I recall, I specifically asked you not to do that if you want me to write our paper.”

“Look, I feel bad about yesterday.”

“Still talking…” you warn, frustrated that he’s not allowing you to listen to today’s lab prompt, which is supposed to tie into the paper you're arguing over.

“Can you just listen?”

“No, I’m done listening to you. Now stop talking to me if you want to pass this class. I’m not above intentionally failing us.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re only able to afford this place cause you’re ‘really good at school.’”

“Exactly. My GPA can afford to take the hit. Can’t say the same about yours. You’re one bad class away from being a drop out.”

“You checked my GPA?”

“I work for the school, remember? I have access to everyone’s records cause of my work-study.”

“And you looked me up.” he grins, like it’s a compliment but then his face drops to a serious expression when you turn away again. “So you hate me that much that you’d really try to get me kicked out of Calvary?”

“You’re the one who let their GPA nose dive, I’d just be the final push.”

“Wow, that’d be a pretty ballsy threat if you could bring yourself to look me in the eye just once. But, no, you’ve been staring at the table every time you face me. You scared of me or something?”

Your mouth sets into a firm line before you finally raise your eyes to meet his. “I’m not scared of you. I never have been.”

That’s when he sees it; your face is puffy, especially around the eyes. Ones that are tired and bloodshot. Didn’t you say you were in the bathroom before class? Fuck, you’ve been crying, and he can see on your face that you know he realizes it. Then something uncomfortable tightens in his chest. He gets this weird pain he’s never felt before. Sure, he felt bad after you left last night, cause you’ve actually been a pretty good lab partner, but this feels different. “Have you been crying?” The words come out hoarse. His voice, strange to him. He knows the answer; he just wants you to admit it.

You snap your face forward again, gaze trained on your notebook. Then Sukuna’s hand brushes yours, “Charity, I-” but your sudden movements cut him off. You quietly close your notebook and slip it into your backpack. As soon as you turn to get out of your stool, Sukuna’s arm lunges out and grabs your wrist. “Please don’t leave.”

“Let. go.” you warn.

His hand squeezes tighter.

“You’re hurting me. Let go.”

“Stay.”

“I’m not your dog. You can’t order me around.” your voice waivers. You’re on the brink of tears again and you don’t want to do it in front of the entire class.

“I’m not letting you leave till you hear me out.”

Tears start slipping past the rims of your eyes and streak down to the tip of your nose. They drip onto the black lab table, leaving noticeable wet spots. Sukuna releases your arm, and you immediately walk out the back of the classroom, the TA not even blinking at your sudden departure. Sukuna’s stool scrapes against the floor behind you as you speed out of the room, hiding your face till you’re alone in the hall, where you break into an all-out run. 

“Wait!” His voice calls after you.

“Leave me alone!” you shout, not bothering to look back, but the pounding of feet against the tile floor is soon followed by two large hands spinning you around, forcing you to look up at your least favorite person in the world. Eyes red and damp, the tears freely fall out of them. Your lip trembles, and you just don’t understand why he’s doing this to you. How sick does someone have to be to get off on doing this to another person? He holds you firmly in place, searching for the words.

“Just… just- I’m sorry. Okay, Charity. I’m fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. There, I said it.”

“Oh, you’re sorry. Now it’s all better.” you bite back bitterly. “I’m a person, you know. Just cause I didn’t grow up with money doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. What’s so hard about understanding that? What, you suddenly feel bad cause you realize I have emotions? Or because you want me to save your grade?”

“It has nothing to do with that. It’s just, our parents pay a lot of money for us to go here and it rubs us the wrong way that you’re here on a hand out. Like we’re paying for your free ride.”

“Free ride- the fuck? If anything I’m the only one here who’s not on a hand out! I earned my way into this place. I worked hard so I could get my scholarships. I work a part time job and all my work-study jobs, and I’m still on the Dean’s list! I don’t have parents to fall back on if this falls through. Just myself! You’ll never know what that’s like! There’s a difference between something being given to you and earning it yourself. As someone who never earned a damned thing in his life, you wouldn’t know!”

He stands there, speechless, while you pull heavy breaths in through your nose. Did you really just yell at him? Sukuna’s never been put in his place before, and for once, he cares about your words. He respects them even.

“I guess… I guess I never really thought about it that way before.”

“Why would you? You don’t think about anyone other than yourself.” your voice treacherously cracks from emotion.

“What if I try to make it up to you?”

“And how is the mighty Ryomen Sukuna going to make it up to his poor, pathetic lab partner?”

There’s a glint in his eyes when you say his full name, quickly followed by cool, calculated confidence. “You don’t have connections like the rest of us, right? What if I can change that? What if I invite you to our party this weekend? It’s invite-only and not your average fundraiser. It’s still a house party, but with alumni and recent graduates. Everyone attending has some kind of pull in their field. Cozy up to any of them and you’ll have a job lined up by the time you graduate.”

Your skin starts to feel tight as your tears dry and the salt sinks into your cheeks. “You’re serious? Sukuna if I find out you’re fucking with me-”

“I’m dead serious.” he cuts in.

“What if they won't talk to me? The people here take one look at me and know I don’t belong. My appearance screams poor.”

“Fine.” Sukuna starts digging in his back pocket, “Need a weekend sugar daddy? I’ll give you my card. Go pick out something nice today, and wear it tomorrow.” He slides out the piece of plastic and shoves it in your hand. “Go on a shopping spree for all I care. Just make sure you have something short, a little slutty, but expensive for tomorrow night. Heels are a must.”

You hold the black card between your fingers at a loss. “Why would you do this?”

“Cause I don’t wanna flunk out.”

“Right. That was a dumb question.”

“Also…” you look back up at him, “I do actually feel bad. I was being a dick and I got kinda carried away.”

You press your lips together into a line. “Yeah.”

“So, we good?”

“I guess.”

“Okay then. I’ll text you some brands to buy. Things that say old money. Come to my place early tomorrow and I’ll coach you on how to act and who to talk to.” Your eyes start to mist up again. “Please don’t cry. It does something weird to me, and I’d rather you not.”

“Don’t grow soft on me, now.” you say with a light shove, “You’re still an asshole.”

“Better." he grins, "I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m gonna go back to class and bum some notes off one of my friends for us.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go pretend I’m a rich butt munch.”

Sukuna smiles at you. Not one of those smiles that says he has an agenda, but a real one. There’s something friendly behind those crimson contacts for once, and it makes your stomach jump to see him looking at you that way. Like a person, a peer he actually recognizes.

Wow, he really set the bar on the floor. 

He heads back while you turn and head to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face. You don’t want to show up to some fancy shoppe with puffy eyes; you’ll already be out of place as it is. After finishing, you're reaching for a towel to dry your soggy mug, when your phone dings with a list of brands, items, boutiques, and general instructions for tomorrow about how to look rich. Your eyes scan the lengthy text in disbelief. If this is a prank, then he's putting a lot of effort into it.

Well, this time if he’s fucking with me, at least I’m getting a boatload of expensive shit out of it.

With renewed resolve, you head to your car and plug in the first boutique's address to your GPS. Within 20 minutes, you’re parked at some shoppe with a golden door and crown-molded ceilings. Your Honda looking extremely out of place among the Maseratis.

Masterlist I Chapter 1 I Chapter 3

You didn’t acquiesce to Ryomen’s demands. You wore some of your new things, but you chose a blue pair of Victoria’s Secret underwear with a blue lace bra to go under a different sundress from Shein. This one comes up to your mid-thigh with a flowy skirt and a V-neckline that makes you look ready for summer and, more importantly, is something you got for yourself last year. The weather hasn’t quite turned warm yet, so you pair it with a cropped jacket, your new loafers, and your new designer school bag. You’re quite proud of the look, and for once, you feel like you belong at Calvary.

Stepping into lab, you're shocked to see Sukuna already waiting for you at the lab table, 20 minutes early.  When he sees your face, his smile is smug, but as his eyes lower to your body, that same smile turns stormy. It’s not that you didn’t consider his proposition, but at the end of the day, Sukuna can’t control you. You’re not going to allow him to think he can just make commandments and you have to follow them. You barely reach your stool when he snatches your wrist and drags you from the room and into the stairwell. 

“Hey! What’s your problem?!”

“What’s my problem? I should be asking you that question, C. I made a very specific request.”

“And I didn’t feel like honoring it.”

With shocking speed Sukuna reaches under your dress and grips the cloth of your underwear, yanking them so hard that the fabric tears away.

“Ryomen! What the hell!”

“I was clear with my directions.”

“And I’m making it clear that I don’t have to follow them.”

A strong arm around your waist pulls your back against his front, pinning your arms at your sides under his grasp. With his right hand, he travels under your skirt and toys with your exposed hole. He rubs his finger along your seam while you wiggle and buck against him, trying to escape.

“Ryo! Stop, we’re in public!” you whisper panicked. 

“I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

“You can’t control me!”

One thick finger pushes into your core, burying itself in your snug walls. You’re tight, really tight, not like these other bimbos he’s been screwing with. Unable to help himself he jams in another finger, scissoring you open and listening to the squelch of your juices as your cute little hole drools for him like a good kitty. “Seems like someone’s hungry for more.”

“Ryo” his name leaves your lips in a breathy pant, making Sukuna bury his face in your neck, biting down while you melt into his hand. “We have class. Can’t… can’t…”

His fingers drag in and out of you, smearing your arousal all along your sex and rubbing it into your clit. Then, he withdraws his hand and reaches into his pocket while whispering into your ear.

“I brought a little something just in case you decided to be headstrong, my love. Now open”

From his pocket, he brings a pink bulb up to your lips and presses it into your mouth. Your tongue whirls around the soft silicone, feeling its shape. Once your slobber coats the outside, Sukuna removes it with a pop and he pushes it into your hole, leaving its curved tail to poke out and rest against your clit. 

“What is it?” you ask, already squeezing around the object while your body is still pinned to his.

“Your punishment.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Be a good girl and keep it in for me, okay Princess?”

“Like kegels?”

“You can say that.” His smile brushes your ear. “Plus, without underwear, you’re going to make quite the mess on your seat.” 

Your eyes widen. “No, Sukuna, take this out!”

“Don’t you dare touch it.” his voice rumbles menacingly, “I’m not above handcuffing you and dragging you to class like a convict in front of everyone, including our professor.”

Your mouth falls open at his threat while he uses his free hand to pat his pocket, its contents clanging with the sound of metal. One nod of your head signals your submission, placating him. His arm releases you, and you walk back into the classroom together, pretending nothing happened. 

The two of you take your seats and wait for class to begin, your eyes avoiding his gloating face.

As the TA begins describing the organic structure of various sugars and how you will be synthesizing them today, you come to realize the bulb isn’t so bad. Yeah you notice it’s there and it’s keeping you a little wetter than usual, but that could just be the aftermath of feeling Sukuna’s thick digits playing with your pussy. 

He was so dirty in that stairwell. His sexual energy strong. There’s no denying him at this point; he’s touched you too many times. This situation is on the brink of escalating out of control if you can’t find a way to stop him soon.

At some point in your musings, the TA stops talking, and it's now time to go get the equipment for the day. You volunteer to grab the supplies, standing up when you see the giant wet spot you created on your stool. Your horror-stricken eyes find Sukuna beaming with malice as he whips out his phone to take a picture before you can wipe it away. 

“Sukuna, that’s not funny!” you whisper urgently.

“Don’t you have supplies to get?” he says as he scrolls on his phone, saving the picture. 

Frustrated, you growl and walk towards the back counter, grabbing the various vials and a Bunsen burner. Then, like a bolt of electricity, the most intense sensation hits you. It comes at you strong, and just as quickly, it’s gone. Like a flash of lightning, but its magnitude stole your breath. 

Slowly, you turn your head towards Sukuna, who’s grinning ear to ear. This is not kegels, it’s a fucking remote control vibe that he sunk into your coochie. He mouths the words, ‘need help?’ and you feel that you could kill him. 

As your eyes narrow in anger, a new wave crescendos between your legs, your lips part as a pleading look of pleasure consumes your facial features. You try to step forward, but your knees shake, and you resort to leaning on the counter for support. Your small, shallow breaths leave you dizzy, forcing your eyes shut till the vibration subsides. Once it does, you open your lids to find Sukuna waiving his phone. It’s a fucking app. You’re gonna kill him after this, absolutely kill him.

Straightening your posture, you walk back to the lab table and place everything down in front of him. “You asshole, what if I dropped everything?”

“I knew you wouldn’t”

“This is crossing the line.”

“It’s called a punishment for a reason, C.” His finger slides against his phone screen and another intense wave hits you. However, this time you can hear the vibrations against the metal stool. Thankfully there is enough chatter amongst the various lab pairs that the sound blends in but that’s not a guarantee no one will notice.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“Focus Charity, we need to get a good grade in this class.”

“You need to get a good grade in this class”  you correct. “I’m on the Dean’s list.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just show me what we’re doing.”

“I can’t concentrate with this thing in me, Ryomen.”

“If you don’t try, I’ll raise the strength.” he whispers in your ear.

“No, I can’t” you whine.

Sukuna slides his finger up on his phone, the buzzing between your legs growing louder till a surprised moan falls from your mouth. Your lips snap shut as your eyes bug from your skull. You can feel the gaze of half the class staring at you when Ryomen finally turns the damn thing off. His low chuckle tickles your eardrum, and it takes the entirety of your willpower not to slap the tattoos off his face. 

“I don’t know how, but I am absolutely going to get you back for this.” you warn under your breath. 

“You’re welcome to try.” he taunts as he ignites the flame of the Bunsen burner. 

The rest of class is a pendulum of torture interrupted by brief bouts of relief. By the time the bell rings, your legs are non-functional jello pillars.

Sukuna stands next to you, his enormous frame shading your small stature. “Come on, it’s time to go.”

“I can’t” you peep.

“Remember what happened last time you said that.”

You shake your head, lashes watering. Sukuna rolls his eyes and grabs your things, stuffing them into your bag for you. He slings the pack over his shoulder and then leans down to help you up. As your legs unfold and attempt to stand on the ground, the puddle of fluids on your stool reveals itself. 

A fierce burning desire flares in Sukuna’s chest when he sees your pretty mess. He felt it the night of the party and now it’s back. This crazed need to have you to himself and not share you with anyone else. He gets a better grip on your waist while you wipe away the evidence of your game and then he drags you out of class and to the men’s bathroom. 

“Sukuna, Sukuna! What are you doing?!” you protest. 

“One moment,” he grunts, hauling you all the way to the back of the water closet.

“If you’re bringing me in here while you take a shit I’m going to stomp on your toe.”

Sukuna drops your bags on the floor and pushes you against the wall. His entire lower body grinds against you while his hands start to passionately grab your face. As your body sinks onto your weak legs, he readjusts you to straddle his knee while his pelvis rolls into your hip. 

“I fuckin need you.” he breathes into your cheek. “I need you so bad right now, Princess. I can’t hold it back.”

You feel how true his words are. His length begins to unveil its exact measure as he presses it against you. You moan into him, succumbing to the power of his desire. The way it washes over you is enchanting. His forehead presses against yours before his fingers trace your jaw and find their way into your hair. He tilts your chin up and crashes his lips into yours. 

Prodigious. Sparks fly in your brain, short-circuiting your thoughts. All you can taste is him, smell is him, see is him. He’s everywhere, his body rhythmically pushing up into you while his lips work fiercely. They’re soft at first, but the demand grows with each desperate movement of his mouth. Soon, his tongue is licking its way into your cavern and down your throat. He’s not asking for permission, he’s marking his territory. His thick forearms, ending with cuffs of black banded tattoos, rest against your shoulders, and his fingers dig into your scalp. Everything you thought you knew about kissing has gone out the window, and all that’s left is your submissive, moaning flesh, pinned to the wall and waiting for his mercy. 

It takes minutes for him to satiate his hunger, but not before he leaves your lips red and swollen. Then he finally pulls back, allowing you both a moment to catch your breath. “You see, Charity? I'm not joking this time. You’re mine. I promise you, you’re mine.”

Your fingers touch your lips as you stare up at him, pupils blown wide. You’re silent, but your face says it all. You understand. No one kisses like that if they don’t mean it, not even frat-king Ryomen Sukuna. You’re in big fuckin trouble if this is the beginning of what you think it is… he’s falling in love and he’s taking you down with him.

After your silent exchange of emotions you drop your hand. “Can you help me take this thing out now?” 

His usual playful smile resurfaces on his face. You’ve come to both dread and love that smile. Still propping you up, he tugs on the stem of the evil vibrator and pulls it out, a dirty squelch following its extraction. Thick drops of slick coat your thighs, and a new string of arousal dangles from your core. “You have no idea how hard it is not to bend you over this fucking sink and take you right now.”

You grow nervous at his words, not ready to go all the way with him yet. You’re trying to break this spell, not fall further into it. But he makes it so damn hard when he holds the toy to your lips and demands that you taste yourself. 

You shake your head, suddenly feeling shy when he raises it to his mouth and sticks out his tongue, running it along the toy's entire surface. His grip on your left side grows tight while his eyes close in bliss. He moans against the bulb before tossing it into the sink and stealing your lips again. 

This time you taste yourself on his tongue and you can admit to your own sweetness. His mouth starts to get carried away again so he rips himself from your lips, startling you. “I need to stop myself now before I’m too far gone. I can’t fuck this up, C. I won’t do that with you.”

You blink at him, lost. Who is this man and what has he done with my bully?

“What do you mean before you’re too far gone?”

Slowly his grip on you loosens as he lets you try to stand on your own two feet again. “When I feel like this, if I start, I won’t be able to stop. And you deserve better than our first time being some bathroom bang.” 

You begin to hold your own weight, the strength in your legs returning. With a nod, you assure him that you’re fine. He studies you, then he turns to the sink to wash his toy. 

Your eyes zone out on him for a moment before you start to explore his reflection. The look of concentration on his face, the way his shaggy pink hair sticks out in all directions, the tattoos that curve over his shoulders and disappear down his chest, tucked away under his shirt. He’s gorgeous. 

Then you study your own image, wondering if you two are even in the same league. You scrutinize your lashes and your eyebrows, the depth of your irises and the pink of your lips. Your features are pleasing enough, and right now they look especially appealing because you’re sexed up and horny. But then you notice a detail at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

“Is that a hickey?!!!” Sukuna’s smile is reflected in the mirror. “You gave me a hickey?! When did you do that!” 

“Before class”

“And you let me walk around the lab all morning with it?! No warning or advice to cover it!”

“Why would I want you to cover it? I need people to know you are claimed.”

“This isn’t a game, Ryomen. I don’t want professors to think I’m just some stereotypical college bimbo. I’m a scholarship student. My reputation for taking school seriously is all I have.”

“Not true. And don’t worry, your precious reputation will only improve once I’m done with you.”

“Done with me?” you raise your eyebrows at the man.

“You’ll see, Princess.”

Your eyes roll. “You’re never going to call me by my real name, are you?”

“Maybe once or twice.”

“Oh boy! Two whole times.”

He lays his heavy arm over your shoulders and draws you into him, walking out of the bathroom while laughing at your displeasure. “You really shouldn’t make it so fun to mess with you, C. And next time, wear the fucking clothes I tell you to wear.”

Masterlist I Chapter 4 I Chapter 6

Sukuna’s hand finds its way to your upper thigh, resting its weight and gripping your skin. He means it when he says he’s claimed you, it’s just so hard to envision him settling down. Yet here you are, in his car, being touched with care. 

He shifts the gear into park and rounds to the other side to open your door. Like a proper gentleman, he escorts you to your front door and guards you as you dig for your keys. 

“I want more.” He blurts out into the silence. 

You pause, your hand still in your backpack. “What do you mean more? You were literally eating me out minutes ago. We kiss all the time and I’d say most of our encounters are rather graphic these days. What more could there possibly be?”

“Date me.”

“You want us to date? Like be exclusive? Together?”

“It seems my claim is meaningless if we’re not dating. It was brought up by my brothers several times this week.”

Your chest deflates. “That’s not a good enough reason to date someone.”

“Tell me, what’s a good enough reason?”

“I don’t know, wanting commitment, a future. Having genuine feelings for the person. Take your pick.”

He looks down, considering his words. You finally find your key and slot it into the lock, frustration mounting with his silence. Earlier he had said ‘future wife.’ Why is it suddenly so hard for him to express how he feels? And why does it bother you so much? You hear the familiar click of your deadbolt turning but when you push the door sticks. You begin hip checking it as you continue. “You know, the fact that you have to think so hard about this is exactly why we shouldn’t date.”

With a sigh, Sukuna rests his palm against the door and pushes it open, a grim look on his face. “Would you please let me upgrade your housing?”

“No” you scold defiantly pushing past him. 

“I don’t like that you live here. “

“And I don’t like that you can’t express your feelings.”

“When did I say that I have feelings?”

“Exactly my point! You didn’t. I assume you do, though, considering the jealousy, the protectiveness, tonight’s surprise, and the fact that you called me your future wife earlier. But because you won’t admit to it, even when trying to ask me to date you… it shows why I shouldn’t. I don’t want to hand my life over to someone who can’t recognize basic emotions.”

“I can recognize basic human emotions.” His eyes narrow at you. 

“Then explain to me why you want to date me and why I should say yes.”

There’s fight in his red eyes. He’s feeling defensive and rebellious but he also wants to win. He wants you to surrender and be his. He wants you to stop fighting his claim.

He marches up to you, to which you back away. He paces you all the way to your kitchen. “Why’re you running C?”

“Cause you’re trying to mow me over.” 

Your rear hits the counter’s edge, causing your body to jolt. No quicker has your flesh met the particle board top than Sukuna’s hand has trapped your jaw in its grasp. “We should date because I am obsessed with you, Char. I think about you constantly. I worry about you constantly. I yearn for you constantly. Never in my life have I been so possessed by need for someone. You have toppled my world, C. I want you, and I know you want me. Being together is inevitable. Just admit it.”

Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your lungs unable to function properly with him so close to you. He changes his grip on your face, opting to lift your chin with his knuckle while his thumb brushes your lower lip. He looks at you transfixed before closing in on your mouth, his lips taking yours yet again. 

Every time you go through this, his kiss fogs your mind with insatiable lust. He just spent hours torturing you this evening and still, he requires more of you. Lips on his, you try to imagine what this would look like if it were real. You picture it to look a lot like it does now. “Please, Char, I need more,” he pleads against your cheek.

You softly moan, spurring his hands to grab behind your thighs and lift you onto the countertop where he settles between your legs, continuing to rub his pelvis against your center through those soaked panties that you desperately need to change. Your fingers dig into his shirt, pulling him closer. You want him, you really do. He turns reality on its head; it becomes something you don’t recognize. This man, who grew up worlds apart from you, wants to drag you into his version of this life, one full of wealth, status, and power. It’s hard to wrap your mind around, but since when can you wrap your mind around anything while he poisons your cognition with his kisses?

Small pants come from your mouth as the desire for him takes root in your gut. You feel your organs squeeze with want, your hands fisting his shirt and pinning him to your front while his arms cage you in. 

He groans before he pulls away, a string of spit thinning before it breaks apart and falls between you. “I need an answer, C.”

You pause, looking at the tattoos that run under the collar of Sukuna’s v-neck shirt. With a thick swallow, you muster the courage to admit your response, “okay.” 

“Okay?”

“One date. I’ll go on one date with you, and after that I’ll see how I feel.”

“It’ll be more than one date.”

You shake your head before leaning it against his broad chest. He holds you, resting his cheek on your hair in a rare moment of quiet existing between you. 

The shop bell rings as Sukuna’s massive body passes over the threshold. Two anxious saleswomen perk up ready to earn their commission as he pulls off his sunglasses and places them in the breast pocket of his shirt.

“Good afternoon, sir, how can we assist you?”

“Afternoon, ladies. I’m looking for assistance with some items for a date.” It’s Thursday, and Sukuna made the drive over to the shop that outfitted you the week prior as soon as his classes were finished. His excitement for your date is hard to suppress; his mind constantly wanders to planning, and it won’t quit till all the details are in place. 

“Oh? Well we have a new collection of suits that just came in last week. Would you like us to take some measurements?”

“Actually I am looking to purchase something for her. I believe you should already have her measurements on file.”

“I see. What’s the name?”

“Ch-”

“Wait! Extremely tall, muscular, and tatted. What do you think, Mae?”

“Oh you’re right Sherry! Yes, we have her measurements on file. What can we get for you?”

Sukuna smirks as he digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He opens the web browser and points to his screen. I was thinking something like this.”

“My oh my, you sure you don’t want a wedding dress to go with that lingerie?” Mae says with a wink to Sherry. 

“Not yet, but soon.” he smiles.

The two girls look at the image of the strappy bodysuit knowing exactly how he’s going to convince you. “Maybe instead of a wedding dress you’d like to purchase a different dress that allows this purchase to poke out in a classy way.”

Sukuna’s intimidating gaze locks with Mae, a calculated grin growing on his face. “What’d you got?”

Her face rockets from intimidation to joy. After a quick clap of her hands, she strides over to a section with business attire and cocktail dresses. She starts leafing through a series of satin gowns, thumbing through various colors, blush pink, baby blue, maroon, and black. She pauses on the black but then grabs the maroon off the rack instead. “This one will go nicely with her skin tone and will blend with the black bodysuit.”

“You have good taste.”

“They wouldn’t have hired me if I didn’t.”

Sukuna admires the dress. The sheen of the satin is so glossy it almost looks like liquid metal. The neckline is a wide cowl that dips low enough to show off the straps around the bosom of the bodysuit, and the fit is narrow around the waist but flares out at the hips, with a hem that ends mid-thigh. This will be perfect for toying with you. He can see it now. “Add it to my tab.”

“Yes, sir.” Sherry says as she heads over to the store computer. 

“Do you have a pair of Louis Vuitton’s in this color?”

“We don’t but we have the Gala Pump in black. That will accent with the black of the lingerie.”

“Add those too.”

“You got it.”

“If this is what you’re spending on her outfit, I’m afraid to know how much you’re spending on the date.”

“A lot.” Sukuna says with a straight face, his mind running through his plans. “She won’t be able to deny me after tomorrow. She will be mine.”

“Hear that Sherry? She won’t be able to deny him.” Mae whispers. 

“I bet she’s still insisting they’re lab partners.” Sherry whispers back.

“She is.” Sukuna chimes in. 

Both ladies' backs straighten, feeling embarrassed that he overheard their quiet remarks. “Why do you think that is?”

“She thinks it’s part of an elaborate joke. At least that’s what I assume.”

“Why would she think that?”

“Cause I’ve done some stupid stunts in the past.”

“Pulling pigtails is biting you in the butt, hmm?”

With one sharp look from Sukuna, Sherry shuts her mouth.

“Well I hope this date convinces her.” Mae says kindly. “We’re rooting for you two. Have been since she stepped into our shop last week.”

 The resolute look on his features says it all. He will not accept any other outcome. Tomorrow night, you will become his girlfriend. He’s certain you’ll bend. Especially after the way he’s touched you this week. You’re like putty, always doing what he says like a good girl. During lab tomorrow morning, he’ll behave, only so his tactics in the evening will be more effective. Then, by the time Monday lab rolls around, you’ll be his.  

Mae hands Sukuna the three boxes containing his purchases and wishes him luck. He thanks them both before he places the boxes on the passenger seat and drives off to the frat house. 

“Morning, Princess,” Sukuna says as he sits down on the stool next to you. Instantly, you feel a flush burn your cheeks as the semiweekly lab partner torture begins. Every Monday and Friday, it’s the same song and dance; however, this time you’ve agreed to go to dinner with him. You’ve caved and, against your better judgement, you’re going out with Ryomen Sukuna.

If you’re being honest, you’re more scared than you are excited. You want to believe him. You want to think he’s changed and he’s serious about ‘his claim.’ He’s convincing enough. Especially when you think back to how he saved you at work or how he knocked out his own frat brother. But the pit in your stomach tells you it’s another stripper situation. He’s going to have you dressed up and then leave you on some street corner to make you look like a hooker. 

“Good morning, Sukuna.” you say, intentionally using the wrong part of his name.

“Ryomen.” he corrects

“So I have to call you by your preferred name but you won’t call me by mine?”

“Yes.”

You huff in disbelief. The arrogance of this man. “Fine, Ryomen. Tell me, how should I dress for our date tonight?”

“Don’t worry, baby, I have it taken care of.”

“Taken care of?” he nods and your stomach sinks further, “How much did you spend?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just know that you’ll love what I picked out.”

“You mean you’ll love it.”

“Well I did pay for it. Of course I was gonna get you what I wanted you to wear.”

“You can’t keep spending money on me like this. It hasn’t even been a week since your last-”

“Donation?”

“Sukuna, please!”

“Ryomen.”

“If you want me to call you Ryomen, then stop acting like Sukuna and start acting like Ryo.”

He hums at his nickname, loving the sound from your lips. “Fine, how exactly do you want me to act?”

“Stop making jokes about me being poor. It makes me feel like this date is a set up and it makes me not want to go.”

Sukuna’s pulse pauses. Backing out is not an option. “You are going on this date, Princess. You agreed to it.”

His growl sends shivers down your spine, arms pebbling with fear. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, Sukuna.”

You say it quietly, eyes downcast but the statement still stings. He grabs your wrist. “Look at me.” Your focus remains on the lab table. “Look at me dammit.” Reluctantly you meet his gaze, eyes glassy. “This isn’t a joke, Char. You’re mine. I’ve never been more sure of anything. Let me prove it to you.”

You study his face. He features genuine; you can’t detect the lie. It doesn’t completely erase the worry but eases it enough that you’re willing to go. “Okay.” is all you whisper back.

His hand releases you but begins to wander to your shoulders and back, rubbing circles as he goes. The gentle touch helps nudge you back into your comfort zone, and soon you find yourself leaning into him while the TA speaks. His arm finds purchase around your waist while he leans his cheek against his propped-up fist. You look and feel like a real couple as you sit there. Is this what he’s looking for? These little moments where you fit together like two puzzle pieces? Or is this a phase? Hopefully, you’ll know more after tonight because these twisting thoughts have exhausted you.

During today’s synthesis, you find your hands brushing against each other, like always, but this time there’s more electricity there. There are small pauses where you look at each other as if it’s for the first time. Even when cleaning up, something about it feels domestic. This is not the same lab partner you’ve had this semester. This is a new man. 

After the bell rings, Sukuna sweeps you to the stairwell. “Ryo, why are we headed here? Please don’t let it be another remote control vibrator.”

His giant hands grab your waist and push you against the wall. “I need another taste.”

“What?”

You ask but no explanation comes. He can’t help himself with you. He was trying so hard not to play any games but feeling your warm body against his drove him mad all class. He needs you on his tongue. Aggressively he sucks and bites your lips, pulling back till the flesh slips from between his teeth. “Stand on the stairs and face away from me.” 

“Ryo-”

“Now.” The protest dies on your tongue and you comply. “Pull down your pants.”

“Ryo!”

“I don’t have a lot of time till my next class, please Char, just do it.”

Hesitantly you undo the button of your wide-legged jeans before dropping them to your thighs, nervous that someone will see. Before you have a chance to stand back up, Sukuna’s kneels behind you. His hand yanks your underwear to the side while his face buries itself between your legs, pushing you down so that you’re catching yourself with your hands on the stairs.

Satisfied groans fill the stairwell, his happy noises echoing like a sexual foghorn that’s sure to get you caught. Despite yourself, your gasps of pleasure join the melody, only increasing the risk of someone coming to investigate. But how can you resist with the way his greedy mouth feasts on you? He has your hips pushing back into his face, begging for more. When his tongue dives into your hole you lose your breath and when the pink muscle makes its way to your rear a high pitched moan sings the chorus of your filthy anthem. 

After a few frenzied minutes, you finally gasp out that you both need to get to class. His massive hands, which have been gripping your thighs, tighten their hold before releasing you. Left dizzy, you collapse to your hands and knees as he wipes his mouth with his forearm. It takes a few steadying breaths before you can resume standing and pull your bottoms up before some unknowing witness makes their way to the stairs. 

You don’t even finish fastening your jeans when Sukuna pulls you into another kiss. His searing passion spills into the connection. This one, however, tastes like the sweet tang of your arousal that was just sucked out of your folds. His tongue playfully slips into your mouth where his flavor mingles with yours before he pulls back again, leaving you winded.

“Thank you, baby. I needed that.”

“Mhm” is all you have capacity to respond with as you blink back at him dumbly.

“I’ll see you at your place. 7:00pm”

“Sure.”

He spanks your ass, groping it before kissing your cheek and guiding you down the steps towards the first floor. When you’re downstairs, he kisses your cheek again before heading towards the psychology building, leaving you to walk towards the math building in a daze. Tonight you’re going on a date with Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna is taking you on a date. A date, tonight, with Ryomen… and he purchased your outfit. It must be fancy if he thinks you don’t have the right clothes for it. Or he wants you in something extremely slutty... You’ll have a say if you don’t want to wear the clothes he brings, right? Knowing Sukuna, probably not.

Masterlist I Chapter 7 I Chapter 9

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C

What?

U coming over later?

After work study, yes

Good. I have a surprise for you. 😏

A surprise? 

Yes

Ryo, I’m not writing the paper in exchange for sex. We’ve been over this. 

No, it’s not that. But dress cute. Preferably something I bought you.

Why?

I like seeing you in pretty clothes. They match ur personality. 😉

That’s actually very sweet of you to say. 

I can be nice sometimes. 

Emphasis on ‘sometimes’

🙄

I’ll text you when I’m OMW 

K, see u later 

K

You set your phone down on the wood of the front desk. Sukuna, thee Sukuna, is planning a surprise for you. Either he’s about to do some kind of awful prank and all this tension between you was just an elaborate joke, or he’s going to gift you his dick. There’s no in between. 

Part of your spirit drops. You’ve enjoyed this version of Ryomen. Even if it’s fake, it’s been nice to feel like he’s into you. He even makes it seem like he’s fallen for you. Chills roll down your arms and chest, puckering your peaks with the memory of yesterday. 

The way he makes demands of your body. The way he gets jealous and makes ludicrous declarations of you belonging to him, how long will he keep it up? So much of you wants his shenanigans to be real, but you suffocate that thought before it takes hold. You will not fall for Sukuna. Not a chance. Even if the foreplay is mind-blowing, succumbing to him must be avoided at all costs. Still, after you check out at the business office front desk, you trek back home to go change into an outfit purchased by your ‘weekend sugar daddy’ as he once put it. 

Expensive loafers with a thigh length skater skirt are matched with a shear sleeveless button up. Underneath you wear a black lace set , feeling slutty and looking like you belong in a bad porno. “Welp, at least this time I won’t blame the boys for thinking I strip.”

You pull your hair up into a high pony and pull out a few framing pieces at the front, perfecting the art of seemingly effortless beauty. 

After a quick search of your apartment, you grab your lab notebook, chemistry textbook, and your laptop, stuff them in your pretty designer bag and walk all the way back to frat row to Sukuna’s house. 

OMW  

Bout damn time

You required a dress code, I had to go back and change. 

Just walk quick and txt me when you’re here

Will do

You slip your phone in your pack’s side pocket, wondering why Ryomen is so anxious to see you. The curiosity does put a pep in your step, so you arrive at the giant, white mansion more quickly than usual. 

I’m outside

You quickly text him as you walk up to the kitchen entrance and open the door like you belong. 

“Hey! It’s Charity!” Toji and Geto greet from the kitchen island. 

“Hi guys.” Your cheeks heat, feeling uncomfortable. 

“My oh my! It’s my favorite poor girl. How are you Charity?"

“Hi Mahito, I’m fine.”

The entire exchange is uncomfortable; you cast your eyes down trying to walk away, but Mahito decides to stride up to you. You take several steps back, attempting to get out of his way, however, he continues his advance, backing you into one of the kitchen walls. Your eyes grow to saucers as you stare at him, frightened by his proximity.

“Can I help you?”

His thin fingers reach for the strands of your hair, “Yes, dear. You definitely can.” You squeeze your thighs together, suddenly very aware that you’re in a skirt.

“Mahito, I need to get to Suku-”

“Ah, ah, ah, shh, we don’t need to bring him up right now,” he says as he places his pointer to your lips, his opposite hand finds the wall and cages you in. A chill wrecks your body from the small touch. Thankfully, the other brothers start calling out to him, beginning with Geto,

“C’mon Mahito, she’s off limits. You know you can't be doing this.”

“Yeah, bro. If she’s gonna choose anyone it’d be me.” Toji chimes, to which he winks as you shoot him a glare past the blue tresses that hang over Mahito’s shoulder.

“Shut up. The off limits rule is bullshit. They’re not even dating.”

“Say that again?”

The kitchen grows dark. When you look for the source of the shadow, you catch Sukuna towering above you. His terrifying red eyes flood your body with relief even when they should probably make you pee yourself, especially when he looks this pissed off. Determined, Mahito’s hands slide to your biceps, where they grip you hard, trying to steal you from Sukuna’s claim. 

You wince in discomfort, the sound setting off a reflex in Sukuna. He fists Mahito’s indigo locks and smashes his face into the wall by your head. Crimson blood instantly spurts out of his broken nose and runs down the front of his shirt. Ryomen pulls back, bending Mahito’s neck so that he’s looking up at Sukuna, who growls at him, “When you wake up, you have 6 hours to move out.”

“When I-” Thump 

Sukuna whacks the back of Mahito’s head, knocking him unconscious. His body dangles limp, only supported by the hair caught in Sukuna’s grip. He lets go, allowing the body to crumple on the floor. One final look of disgust is paid to the heap of human garbage before Ryomen’s eyes return to yours.

His hands lightly trace your face, “You okay, baby?”

You quickly blink, trying to remember how to breathe. Eventually you grasp the situation enough to nod ‘yes’.

“We’re calling each other baby now, hmm?”

“Fuck off, Geto.” Sukuna calls over his shoulder, never taking his gaze from your features cradled in his hands. 

“Just seems a little familiar for someone who’s ‘not your girlfriend.’”

Ignoring him, Ryomen grabs your backpack and slings it over his shoulder before finding your hand. He slips his fingers between yours and guides you upstairs to his room, his protective presence warming every part of your body. Something feels right about your hands folded together. Repeatedly, you look down at the union, worried about the feelings blooming in your chest. He’s not boyfriend material; he’s just a jerk who saves you from his jerk friends. But you know it’s a lie. You try to make yourself believe it, but when he pulls you into his room and locks the door behind him, his worried expression rips the fib from your thoughts.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, just scared me a little.”

Sukuna bends down, making his face eye-level with yours, searching your expression, “You aren’t lying to me, are you?”

“No, though the threat of you murdering others makes it a real possibility in the future.”

The half smile that cracks his worried features softens the mood. His hand slips to the back of your head and pulls you into his lips. He steals your pink flesh with a vicious bite, yet a slight vulnerability still lingers amidst the possessive nature of the kiss. He once more commands your mouth, claiming you like a prize as his fingers tighten in your hair, needy moans lingering on his tongue.

By the time he releases you, your eyes have glazed over and your lips are swollen. A slightly vacant expression stares back at him, as you try to decide how to feel. Your throat eventually bobs before you finally speak.

“So, drama aside, are you ready to write?”

“Not yet, I still have your surprise.”

“If you offer me your dick in exchange for writing our pa-”

“Hold that thought.”

Your eyes narrow at him when his signature mischievous grin splits his mug and reveals his teeth.

From the corner of his room he pulls a wooden chair up to his desk and spins it so the back is facing the desk. Then he grabs a parcel from his bedside and hands it to you.

“A gift?”

“Open it.” he says with a smirk. 

You take custody of the box and begin unwrapping the paper gently. As you peel away the giftwrap you see that the box is a custom ‘clone a willy’ dildo with a giant suction up at its base. You glare up at Sukuna half amused. 

“I know you still don’t believe in my claim over you, but at least this way, you’re prepared for your fate.” You release an exasperated laugh at his antics. 

“You are an extremely self assured man, aren’t you?”

Ryomen’s head tilts to the side as he licks his teeth, considering you before smiling. “I am. Now,” Sukuna opens the packaging and slides out your phallic gift. He walks over to the wooden chair and with a heavy hand, he slams the suction cup against the grain allowing the rubber penile mold to lightly bounce back and forth as it settles onto its new home. 

“Sit”

“Sukuna, no.”

“Sit. Down.”

You laugh in disbelief, your arms folded over your chest. “Ryomen, I’m here to write our paper with you. I can’t concentrate if I'm sitting on…that.”

Sukuna spits on the tip of the silicone clone allowing his saliva to dribble down the shaft. Your eyes zone in on its path while you worry your lip, noticing how thick and veiny the item is. Its shape is long with a J hook arching up, the kind that strokes the right places. You wonder how accurately the item replicates Sukuna since you’ve never actually seen what he looks like under his boxer briefs. 

Noticing your musings, Sukuna strides over to you, closing the gap with an outstretched hand that cups your cheek. Your eyes flutter wide as you stare up at him. Then he leans down, licking your lips before pressing into them. He pulls you into his chest, one hand against your back, the other sinking into your scalp. You moan into his mouth, your core clenching from anticipation. You rub up against him when he slides his hands between you and undoes the buttons on the front of your shirt, leaving it open to expose your bra before his hands run up your sides and down your arms. 

He pulls you forward towards the desk, guiding you over to the chair. His fingers trail under your skirt and pull your panties to the side. You widen your legs, lips breaking contact as you step to each side of the chair. Slowly he pushes you down, the tip of the toy nestling against the center of your labia. He continues to press till the head breaks through your seam and enters your slit, stuffing you more than you anticipated. 

Soon the entire shaft is inserted into your core as your ass meets the wood. You clench and instinctively rock your hips while he resumes kissing your neck and chin. When he breaks away, you go to stand up but his large hand on your shoulder stops you. “No.” 

You eye him with confusion and watch as he walks over to his nightstand to pull out several wads of rope before returning to you. A thick swallow unconsciously follows while you focus on the contents of his hands, the black rope rolled up into neat little bundles, waiting for a victim to ensnare. 

“Do you trust me?” He asks as he stands behind you. In the tiniest of nods you admit you do. Gently, he grabs your wrists and brings them behind your back, overlapping them and knotting them together. Then he pulls the cords up along your spine to wrap them around your neck three times before running the line down your sternum and splitting the chord between your breasts. He continues looping the fibers around your arms and chest, each knot and tie tightening the bindings and accentuating your mounds leaving you exposed and at his mercy. Then, once he’s done constructing your fiber harness, he takes another bundle of rope and begins to tie your ankles to the legs of the chair. Your lips part, a protest upon them, but sensing your objection he looks up at you. “Trust me.” you close your mouth, allowing him to continue restraining you. First he wraps the cord around your ankle and chair then he begins to thread the rope around the stacked ties, separating your flesh from the wooden peg and nearly cutting off your circulation. 

Sukuna stands up, looking at you bound in shibari and straddling the chair, sitting on a clone of his cock. His pants feel tight as he gazes at the sexiest sight he’s ever seen and he’s had multiple angles threesomes. “One last thing.”

“How can there be more?!” you say, feeling your arousal spilling out all over the chair as you shamefully clench around the silicone peg wedged inside of you. Sukuna comes back with one last gift that he claims he was saving for later. A sliver chain with three strings and three clamps. 

“Ryomen, I don’t know about all this.”

“Tonight, I’m in charge. I am the writer and you are the observer.”

“And the puppet.”

“And my puppet. Now relax, and enjoy.”

“But we’re supposed to be writing a paper!” you protest as he pulls each mound out from your brazier and stretches the skin around your areola before closing the weight of the clamp around your peak. You hiss from the slight pain but he only smiles, knowing exactly what this is doing to you. The chain is threaded through the decorative design of the chair’s wooden back before it’s passed through and the second clamp is placed on your other peak. 

Both your nubs feel tender but the abuse is making the slick gush from your center. Then Sukuna grabs the third and final clamp and runs it south. You suddenly realize where he intends to place it and you squirm. “Don’t worry, puppet, you’ll like this.” One pair of fingers open your labia to expose your engorged nerve bundle while the other pair open and close the clamp's jaws, trapping the pleasure nub inside its pinch. 

You gasp and moan feeling the pain and increased sensitivity. Every shift of your torso is felt due to the tug of the chain threaded through the chair back and every tilt of your hips feels more extreme with the weight of the clamp sitting at the apex of your sex. Then, with one finger looped through the chain that connects all three jaws together, Sukuna gives a little tug.

“Fuck!” you gasp 

“She’s sensitive. Good.” 

That toying smile is wide on his face and you realize it was a mistake playing nice while he put you in this position. If anyone walked in, you’d be humiliated, yet here Sukuna stands, admiring you like you’re a work of art. “Now that you’re prepped and ready, it’s time to write our paper.”

“Like this?!”

“Yes.”

“Sukuna, I can’t use my hands!”

“I can always stand behind you. I’m sure you can reach what you need to from that angle.” You glare at him, not ready to reward him with a hand job after this stunt. “Relax, Charity. I’m writing that paper, remember? You talk, I write. We’ll do the entire thing together like we should’ve done from the beginning.”

That’s when it starts to dawn on you, this twisted little sex game is actually his version of some kind of apology. Making sure you’re pleased while he writes. In his own devious way he’s trying to make up for his earlier fuck up by giving you sex while he writes the paper. “Now let’s start with the outline.”

Sukuna pulls up his computer chair next to yours at his desk and opens his laptop. The two of you walk through each section of the paper, contrasting the outcomes of your various experiments on the synthesis of typical over the counter drugs like aspirin and acetaminophen. Every so often a moan slips out as you adjust your position on top of Sukuna’s clone. Sometimes his hand mindlessly wanders over to play with the silver chain connected to your clamps, and sometimes he stops what he’s doing to stand behind you and kiss your neck.  

“You have no idea how beautiful you look like this.” he whispers into  your ear. “I want to take a photo and turn it into the wallpaper of my bedroom.” your eyes close at the dirty thought. “Ride that dick for me baby. I wanna see just how sloppy your hole is after sitting on it all this time.”

Your eyes cast down as you acquiesce. You begin to tilt your hips forward tugging on the clamp squeezing your clit. You cry out in pleasure, constricting around the dildo while also raising up off the chair ever so slightly. Sukuna kneels on the floor behind you, lifting your skirt, watching the seat of your chair, mesmerized by the way your lips stretch around the thick girth of the dildo. He imagines it’s him. A deep growl releasing itself from his chest as his cock aches with want. His palm finds his pants, soothing the appendage while he watches you slowly glide up and down on your chair-bound toy.

“Fuck it.” he says, grabbing his phone. He starts recording you from behind, holding up your skirt for the camera. “Moan for me baby. I wanna hear just how good it feels.” Your head tilts back as you whine from the way the dildo pushes into you, reaching deeper than any man ever has. 

Then Sukuna comes around the front, his left hand tugging on your chain while the right one records. Your eyes pinch together, from the abuse, your hips moving faster on the silicone splitting you open. “That’s a good girl.” he whispers in your ear, putting his phone away before you notice it. He puts his hands upon your shoulders signaling you can stop. “Let’s get back to writing.” Your breathing slows as you come down from your high, trying to settle in even when your hands go numb behind your back.

You continue this way for another two hours, your juices running all over the inside and backs of your thighs and between your ass cheeks with each adjustment of your position. The lace underwear you wore are drenched and stretched out, and your nipples are purple while each pull of the chain sends bolts of pleasure to your clit. 

By the time you’re ready to revise the assignment Sukuna stands up to leave. You fear he’s going to leave his room with you tied like this when you realize he’s going back to his nightstand to grab one final item. 

“I was going to save this for another time, but now's as good a time as any.” he pulls out a new mini vibrating wand and walks back to his seat. He presses the button, triggering a buzzing sound and presses the head against your pinched clit. You choke on your own gasp while Sukuna turns back to his laptop and silently reads the paper to himself. Every so often he pulls the vibe away to rewrite a section or fix a punctuation, but each time he picks up the wand, he holds it to a different area. 

Switching between your trapped peaks and your swollen nub, the game is driving you wild. You twitch and grind in your restraints, dirty thoughts and intense orgasms rocking you in the chair. By the time Sukuna closes his laptop you’ve had at least five spells of convulsions from his vibrating wand, leaving your brain bloodless and stupid. 

You gasp for air under the tight rope around your neck and shrink away from his touch from pure fatigue, when his hands start to grow greedy.

“My baby looks satisfied. Did I take good care of her?” You wordlessly bob your head, a distant part of your brain annoyed that he titled you ‘his baby’ again. “Good, I hope I wasn’t too mean.” You shake your head no. “Does Charity want to be released?” 

You nod your answer with a tinge of regret because part of you is still aching for more. The demons in your head want to open your mouth and wait for him to fuck his length into your face. You want to taste his cock and choke on it while it’s shoved down your windpipe. Then after, you want to know what it feels like to have his actual dick between your legs, not this silicone version. The filthiest thoughts rush to your head, filling you with fantasies, but mostly, you’re just tired from your orgasms and just want some rest. 

“Okay baby, I’ll help you.” he coos.

He takes the bite off your clit and rubs slow soothing circles around the area, to which you moan  loudly. Then he removes the clamps off each nipple in a painful release. You cry out, so to ease the sting he takes each nub into his mouth and sucks on it, licking away the tenderness. Your head falls back in relief, happy to have bloodflow restored. You rock on top of the dildo again, more arousal dripping out of you.

Then Sukuna releases your ankles and lifts you up off the dildo. He doesn’t undo your harness yet, however. Instead he guides you to the bed and has you sit on its edge. “I’m trying so hard to resist you right now, baby, but I need just a quick taste. Just a small one and then I’ll let you go. I promise.”

You’re weak from the evening’s torture; your mind is completely numb as you watch him kneel before you. Thick hands divide your legs before he buries his face between your thighs and begins flattening his tongue along your sex, pointing the muscle and dipping it inside your folds. You fall backwards on the bed, bucking your hips up into his face. It feels like heaven, the way he is slurping your fluids and eating your core. Even when he sucks your clit between his teeth, you can’t help the wall-penetrating moan that escapes. Sukuna continues to push your skater skirt and thong to the side. The fabric of both items are completely soaked from tonight's activity, but he stretches them just to maintain his access to the thing he desires most. 

He sounds ravenous. Groans and grunts fill the room while your quiet gasps and cries blend into a melody. His fierce teeth and tongue play with you till you gush into his anxious mouth, cumming directly on his face as your legs box in his head. Your arched back bows in delight while you ride the high.

Gently, Sukuna centers your underwear and rolls you onto your belly to undo the ties binding your arms, chest, and neck. You continue to tremble from your most recent orgasm while his fingers work through the bindings. Once you’re free and have regained some of your strength, you tuck yourself back into your bra and fasten the buttons of your shirt. 

“Thank you.” you say, to break the silence. 

You’re not even sure what you’re thanking him for. Rescuing you earlier, pleasuring you all night, writing the paper, or finally releasing you. All you really know is that you’re weirdly at peace. “Can I have a ride home? I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk that whole way after, you know….”

He smirks, that smug expression showing how proud he is of a job well done. “Of course.”

Silently he carts your ‘gifts’ off to the bathroom to be cleaned. When he returns he deposits the dildo into your bag. “I’ll keep the rest here for another time, but this” he holds up your bag, “I want you to use every time you think of me.” 

Canines flashing once more, you look back at him flustered, feeling a little more arousal drip into your very soggy underwear. “I won’t make any promises.”

He leans down to your ear, “You don’t have to. I can already see from your face that you will.”

He’s definitely not your lab partner anymore. There’s no denying it at this point. You can’t just let a guy tie you up and pretend you’re only friends. 

The two of you leave Ryomen’s room, trying to discreetly walk through the house and to the cars parked outside. However, your plans are foiled by the hoard of men sitting on the leather couches downstairs. The entire group of them applaud and whistle, turning your face beet red. One of them even points to the wet spots on your skirt. “Didn’t even get naked first! I told you Charity’s a freak!” 

Sukuna stops, menacing eyes turning to them. “Say one more word about her and I’ll make you look like Mahito.” His threat is low and cuts off all banter. No one dares to speak. Making sure they’re good and done, Sukuna grabs your hand and angrily tugs you through the kitchen, leaving them all behind while your other hand hides your face in shame. 

“Fucking assholes making fun of my future wife. Actin’ like they know how to satisfy pussy.” he grumbles under his breath, but you don’t miss the words…’future wife.’ That’s what he said.

Sukuna guides you around to the passenger side of a chrome pink Aston Martin, where he opens the door for you and guides you inside. He snaps the door shut, with a little more anger than you were expecting, before walking back towards the driver’s side. You let his earlier statement settle in again. Sukuna isn’t just claiming you or toying with you, he’s thinking about a whole future with you. That’s… scary.

Masterlist I Chapter 6 I Chapter 8

The car whips around the corners of the empty lot before screeching to a halt in front of the base of an elevator. 

Sukuna turns his face towards you and smiles that shit eating grin. The butterflies that whirled in your stomach from his driving now flutter up to your chest. He gets out of the car and jogs around to your door, opening it and offering his hand. Then he reaches back in the car to grab your food and the bottle of Pauillac, along with a small briefcase.

You watch him wordlessly as he grabs the various items and then strides up to the elevator doors. Handing you the wine while he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet before grabbing some type of ID and pressing it to a black card reader. The stainless steel doors separate, allowing you both to step inside. The floor of the elevator is tiled, and the walls are comprised of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The two of you shuffle in; your eyes continuing to flit up to his face in excitement. 

Scanning his card one more time, he presses a button at the top of the 28 stories and sets down the items in his hands, turning to you as the weight of your stomach signals the elevator is beginning to rise. 

With gentle urgency, Sukuna’s giant hand pulls you by the waist and presses you against the mirrored elevator wall. It’s cold against your back, but you hardly have time to care. One hand cradling your face and the other greedily exploring the outside of your leg, his lips clash with yours like a battle. He’s lost himself in his need for you. You’re perfect dress, your beautiful hair, your gorgeous body. He falls to his knees, hungry for you.

“Ryo, what about security cameras?!”

“I’ll save the footage later.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.” His mischievous crimson eyes lower from your severe gaze to fixate on your core. Hands slide up your thighs, taking the satin fabric of the dress with them before he bunches it together in one fist to pull the crotch of your sexy bodysuit aside. His pupils widen like he’s discovered the holy grail. His tongue jets out to lap up the small bit of creamy discharge that had been building in the car. His driving was hot, and in a suit, it looked even hotter.

With a knee weakening moan, he digs the muscle into your slit, slurping any arousal he could find, sucking it out of your hole and into his mouth. Then he focused his attention on your clit. The tiny button of pleasure at the top of your sex. His cruel lips wrap around it and suck, his tongue flicking over the bundle like a toy. Your fingers nest in the pink locks at the crown of Sukuna’s head, pulling as the pleasure mounts. 

It all reaches a breaking point when his thick digits prod at your entrance and slip inside while his tongue runs magical circles around the bulb of nerves between his teeth. Fingers curling up, pulling in and out, dragging your juices with them till the squelches from between your legs were deafening. 

“Sukuna! Someone could see!”

He bites down on your clit. 

“Sukuna!!”

“What’s my name?” he asks as his fingers work aggressively between your legs.

“R-R…Ryo…men.” you pant, knees giving way. 

You sink to the floor, temporarily stopping his movements, but he’s not done. He lays you down on the floor, kneeling between your legs, his giant body looming over yours. It was both angelic and demonic all at once. Your eyes dart around the small room, looking at his excited stance from every angle as his image is mirrored on the walls. Those possessive eyes rake over you, determined to have you now. 

His fist hits the emergency stop, halting the elevator on it’s assent, stopping around the 20th floor. “Sukuna! Are you crazy?!”

“You keep calling me Sukuna instead of Ryomean, so yes.”

He yanks his tie loose, pulling against the knot before lifting it over his head. He slips it over your wrists and tightens the loop. You don’t ask questions, you know where this is going and you want it so bad. 

He tosses his suit jacket into the corner with the food and the wine. Then in tantalizingly slow movements, he unbuttons his shirt one loop at a time. The tattoos that run under his collar come into view, then more. They run over his chest and ripple down his abdominals, pointing toward his waistline. You drool at his appearance, hardly noticing the large gash in the center of his stomach since it did nothing to diminish the physical marvel that is this man. 

“Like what you see?”

“Yes” 

It comes out small, like you’ve been holding on to some secret that Sukuna is actually the man of your dreams. Like you haven’t been pining after him since the first time your eyes spotted his giant stature and his light pink hair. You’d always wanted him, even when he was an awful nightmare. Yet here he is, beaming down at you like he’s found some buried treasure.

“Good, cause it’s yours. I am all yours, just as you are mine.”

You clench, wishing he would be inside you already, but that’s not his style. Shirt discarded, Sukuna lifts your dress, pulling it up high enough to expose your breasts, contoured in your shiny PU body suit, each strap acting as lines on a topography map of your skin. Slow, deliberate kisses line your curves, each press of his lips filling you with need. 

“Kuna,” you hum drunkenly, mind a whirl of hormones, “I want you.”

“I want you too, baby. But I’m not gonna ask you to sleep with me tonight. As much as my cock aches to be between these pretty lips.” his thumb swipes your lower lip, eliciting a gasp. “I don’t want some hoe who puts out on the first date. Instead, I’m gonna ask that you pose pretty for me, in whatever way I ask.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“So many things.”

“Like what?”

“Do you mind a little punishment?”

Nervously, you gulp. Couldn’t he be even a little bit normal? Why does messing with Sukuna always have to involve the most compromising circumstances? With a careful nod, Sukuna reaches into the corner for the briefcase he brought with him from the car.

He lays the leather case on its side and clicks open the two latches. He lifts the top to reveal a pair of cuffs, a paddle, a leather whip, a vibrator, and a spike roller. When he says punishment, he means actually hitting you. 

“Will it hurt?”

“A little,” he responds, “But think of it like the game when we wrote our paper together.”

You nod, feeling more sure. You remember how the pressure of the clamps and the tightness of the rope made something about each intimate touch feel magnified tenfold. Pain somehow enhances the pleasure and so long as it is Ryomen in control, you feel safe. 

Gently, Sukuna grabs his tie from around your wrists and loosens it all the way, sliding it off. He motions for you to sit up on your knees, and you acquiesce. He grabs the silver cuffs wrapped in black fur, closing the metal around one wrist as he leans into you. His kiss is soft and gentle, slowly he pulls your arms behind you before clicking the second cuff closed around your other wrist, hands now bound behind your back. Lips still soft and sweet against your own, he takes his tie and covers your eyes with it. Nerves starting to mount, you fall out of cadence with his mouth, but his knuckle traces your chin and pulls your attention back to his lips, following each motion like a lifeline. 

When he pulls back, he admires you, kneeling before him, restrained and at his mercy, surrounded by a hundred replicas of your image staring back at him from every direction. He truly has gone to heaven or been locked in a dream. His length strains in his suit pants, begging to spring out. Instead, he grabs his phone, opens the camera, and begins taking snapshots for his private folder of your blissful body. You, in your silken deep red dress, black fuzzy cuffs, and his matching tie, blindfold. Once again, you captivate his attention completely.

Over a week ago, you were some fixation, a point to prove, and a game to win. Then he saw you. Really saw you for the first time. Your smile, your warmth, your attention to detail, every part of you began to shine, and he wasn’t about to let anyone else have the privilege of kissing your lips. In that moment, he knew you were his. But at the same time, he felt this change, like he became yours. You laid a claim over him that even he didn’t understand until this week. You are everything. Everything he could ever want or dream of wanting.

You are living, breathing perfection and he’s the idiot who didn’t see it till it was standing in a little black cocktail dress getting rubbed on by his desperate housemates. Now here you are, on your knees in the dress he bought you, waiting for him to take control.

He steps closer, pulling you towards his crotch by the back of your head. “Feel what you do to me,” he grunts, rubbing your mouth and nose over his hardened length.

“If you want me so bad, then take me.” you reply, salivating all over his slacks, craving his salty taste.

“No. Not yet.”

“Please, Kuna, I want you.”

“Dont-” he takes a steadying breath, feeling his control slip for a moment at the sweet new nickname you said not once, but twice now. “Don’t beg. I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”

“Would you really regret it?”

“Selfishly stealing pleasure when I know I’m supposed to be giving it to you? Yes.”

There’s disappointment mingled with happiness in his rejection. It’s the world's longest and most intense foreplay, and you promise yourself that by the time he's finally willing to slip it inside of you, you’re going to give him the best blowjob of his life. 

Sukuna squats down in front of you, thumb once more tracing your lips while his other hand grabs a vibrator out of the case. He turns it on, letting it whir to life before telling you to hold it to yourself. Uncomfortably, you twist your arms, reaching for the large wand now vibrating in your hand. It’s powerful. Your hand immediately starts tingling and ever so lightly you tap the tip of the toy between your legs. With an immediate jump you close them shut.

“It’s too strong.”

“I said, hold it against yourself.”

You whimper, feeling the tug of the cuffs against your left arm, pulled all the way around your back and to the right side of your body. As you push the tip back against your labia, you feel the rush of blood surge to your core as you squeal from stimulation and stand taller on your knees. Sukuna smiles as he grabs the whip and stands back up, casually whacking it against your back and ass as you squirm on your knees from his little game. 

Occasionally, you lose your balance, falling forward into him while he rubs his clothed boner against your face, allowing you to feel how he twitches against your cheek. He records the entire thing, every whimper, every cry, every gasp. At times, he places the whip over his shoulder and kneels down, taking control of the wand and pushing it hard against your core, rubbing it in circles against your throbbing clit. 

You snap your legs shut in protest, so he chooses his next punishment. “For doing that, I’m going to have to  make sure you won’t be able to sit down the rest of the weekend.”

“What? No! I didn’t mean to!”

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, C. I thought you were better than this.”

With rough hands, Sukuna pushes you down on the floor. Your cheek pressed against the cool tile. He pushes your arms over your ass so they are hugging your knees and you are forced to kneel face down with your rear high in the air. Sukuna lifts your dress so your ass is on full display for the security camera to catch at every angle, thanks mirrors, and allows the fabric to pool near your head. Your perky little gem still gleaming between your cheeks. 

Instead of the light sting of the whip, Sukuna grabs the black leather-trimmed paddle. He rubs the apples of your cheeks, lulling you into false comfort before he cracks it mercilessly against your skin. You cry out in pain while he watches your flesh ripple. Noticing the discarded vibrator, he grabs the wand and returns it to its rightful place against your folds, causing you to shriek in sensitivity. The louder your cries, the harder the paddle comes down against your rear, each crack mingling with your cries of pain and pleasure. 

A strange symphony of sensation washes over you. You begin to crave the pain even when you want it to stop. Part of you wants him to strike again, while the other part wants it to be over. Your back bends from the intensity, and Sukuna captures every movement with artistic close-ups of your suffering. 

Laying the paddle down, Sukuna presses his thumb against the gem sticking out of your rear. A deep, embarrassing moan falls out. You scrunch your face, dying of shame. 

“Knew you’d like this.”

“No Ryo.”

He spits onto your ass, letting it pool against your sphincter before he tugs on the gem. You gasp, feeling the stretch of your skin against the circumference of the bulb being pulled out. Then he pushes it back in, slowly toying with you, watching as your ass swallows the plug over and over. The worst part is how intense it feels with the vibrator buzzing away against your nerve bundle while he effectively fucks your ass with his earlier gift. Heavy moans sprinkled with shrieks of sensitivity fill the air, and after this, nothing is going to stop Sukuna from getting a copy of the security recording.

Finally releasing the plug and letting it settle back against your skin, he picks up his phone once more. Then he drops the wand to crack the paddle against your skin three more times. You cry out in agony, but as soon as he presses the tip of the wand against your center, you begin to convulse against its head.

“There she is.”

“R-ryo, it’s too much.”

“If you want me to stop, just say so.”

“P-p-please.”

“Please what?” he taunts “You want me to stop?”

“No…more…”

The triumphant growl as he manhandles you onto your back, causing you to lay on top of your hands while his body hovers over yours, kissing you with ferocity. He loves the way you always cave to him. Your body surrenders time and again and it grabs him by the balls. You own him; you just don’t know it yet. Soon though, you’ll be fully aware of how in control of the situation you are. Sukuna would do anything for you. Anything.

Reluctantly, he replaces his lips with the whip handle between your teeth. You lie beneath him, dress pulled above your tits, strappy bodysuit disheveled, like a real-life sex doll for him to play with. He pulls the last trick from the case and grabs a handheld spike wheel. Slowly, he rolls the item between the straps of your lingerie, right up to the seams covering your areolas. You flinch, once more protesting against the sting. This time, though, your core finds his knee and begins to grind against it, seeking relief while the spindles of his toy poke minuscule holes into your skin. Your nipples stiffen, straining against the shiny fabric. He rubs his thumb over the spot, eliciting a gasp while his other hand rolls the device down your abdomen. A small cry slips as he moves towards your most sensitive area, but before he reaches it, he drops to his elbows, pulls the fabric aside once again to lap up the taste of his torture. 

You squirm atop your bound hands, your heels digging into the floor, while Sukuna grabs your legs, pulling you down on his face while you writhe on the floor of the elevator. His tongue jets in and out of your slit, pulsing with arousal, wet and sticky. When he pulls back to marvel at you, a string of your secretions sticks to his chin, making him smile. 

“One more time baby. Give me one more.”

He dives back in, his tongue working against your clit while his fingers sink between your folds, their thick girth stretching you out as much as that dildo he gave you. He scissors you open, making room for his hand while you scream, the whip still between your teeth. You feel you might pee on him. You’re so scared cause his mouth is wrapped around your clit, and you feel a rushing sensation followed by an ungraceful release. You wail out a cry as your entire body trembles in his grasp. You spit out the handle, spewing apologies.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Sukuna returns to his knees and pulls off your blindfold, while whipping his mouth with his forearm. 

“Sorry for what baby?”

“I peed on you!”

Booming laughter bounces off the reflective walls. “That wasn’t pee, baby, you squirted.”

“I did what?!”

“You squirted.”

“I thought I orgasmed so hard I peed!”

“Not quite. Wanna taste yourself?”

“No!”

He sits back on his haunches and laughs again. 

“I take it no one’s ever gotten you to do that before.”

“Definately not.”

“You like it?”

“I feel like I’m gonna fall into a coma.”

“Good. Now lets clean up so we can eat. Suddenly I’m starved.”

“Agreed.”

“Also I’m turning one of these photos into a giant poster and hanging it above my bed.”

“Ha. ha. Very funny.”

“I’m not joking, babe. You’re the sexiest thing alive and I wanna fall asleep to your face every night.”

You scowl at him while he unlocks the cuffs. 

“That cute face is only making my point.”

You roll your eyes before crawling over to the food back and grabbing a fistful of napkins to wipe off between your legs. After packing his stuff away, Sukuna reengages the elevator and allows it to reach its final destination. 

When the doors open, you find an office. This one is fancy. Every desk is solid mahogany, and the walls between the offices are made of glass. It’s gorgeous. However, Sukuna grasps your hand and guides you to the back of the space, all the way to a stairwell. Confusion coats your features till he looks up. He pulls you up the final flight of steps and opens a big black door after swiping his card one more time. 

Warm night air whips in around you as he pushes past the door and you step out onto the roof. The buzz of evening traffic fills the background while Sukuna strides over to a picnic area near the edge. “Did you set this up?” you ask, curious when he had time to plan such a thing. 

Your eyes look over at the small fire pit, the circle of lounge chairs and the string lights overhead. It was gorgeous and cozy. 

“Wish I could take credit but this is my mom’s doing. She made this secret break area for my dad.”

You sit down on one of the chairs and begin pouring the Pauillac into a cup. “What do you mean?”

“This is my dad’s office. He owns the whole building.”

You freeze, nearly dropping the bottle. “What?”

“Yeah, I knew it’d be empty and we’d have privacy if I brought you back here.”

“We were just recorded on CCTV, doing unspeakable things in your dad’s building!"

“And I intend to get a copy of those unspeakable things before I delete the footage.”

“Oh my gods! Ryo! I’m so embarrassed, what if he sees! He’s going to hate me.”

“He’s not going to see and when he meets you, he’s going to love you.”

“You think about that stuff?”

“I’ve thought about a lot this week, C. I’m serious about you. I want the kind of relationship with you where I can bring you home to my family. Will you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

Wordlessly you nod at him before silently filling the other cup with wine and handing it to him. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, Ryomen Sukuna. You may not know my name, but I will date you.”

The two of you clink your cups together. There's a small silence then he speaks, “I know your name by the way.”

“Doubt it.”

“I do!”

“Prove it! What’s my name?”

“Babe.”

You roll your eyes, a smile playing your lips as Sukuna grabs the to-go containers and hands you yours. “You’re lucky you’re handsome.”

“You’re lucky I claimed you.”

“Is that so?”

“Geto wouldn’t have eaten your pussy like I do.”

You blush. “Do you have to be so crass?”

“You have a problem with the way I eat your pussy?”

“Ryomen! Shhh! The whole city is going to hear you up here!”

Sukuna turns to face the closest edge of the skyscraper, “Hey everyone! My girlfriend just squirted on my face!”

“Ryo!!!”

From the street, you both heard a faint, “Way to go bro!” to which you smacked Sukuna’s arm. 

He laughs and kisses your temple before you both dig into the most heaven-sent food you’ve ever tasted in your life, suddenly realizing how insane your new normal is about to become.

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Chapter 1

Summary: The rich students at Calvary University frown upon the scholarship girl who doesn't come from money. However, Sukuna intends to make her pay for thinking she can come on campus and pretend to be one of them. What he doesn't expect is her reaction.

Warnings: bullying, degrading

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter 2

Summary: Your already limited luck seems to have run out now that Sukuna's your lab partner. The man doesn't understand boundaries and crosses the line. Now it's up to him to make it up to you.

Warnings: bullying, degrading

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter 3

Summary: Your trip to the boutique changes your perspective about things and the way Sukuna is suddenly treating you is filling you with conflicting feelings, especially at the party.

Warnings: Degradation, drinking, assholes being assholes

Word Count: 5.7k

Chapter 4

Summary: You find yourself in a precarious situation when you wake up side by side with Sukuna. A switch has flipped in his mind and now it's all you can do to push him away.

Warnings: NSFW, ignoring boundaries, touching

Word Count: 4.2k

Chapter 5

Summary: It's the day after Sukuna 'claimed' you, but you're not going down without a fight. It's time to prove he can't control you. Do you live up to the test?

Warnings: NSFW, finger play, toy play, public activity

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter 6

Summary: A phone call with Sukuna triggers major jealousy and results in a confrontation at work. Later on at lab, he decides to prove yet again how he's claimed you.

Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, fingering, public activity, harassment

Word Count: 3.3k

Chapter 7

Summary: You're supposed to meet up with Sukuna to finally write your midterm lab paper when he chooses to surprise you with his most devious plan yet.

Warnings: NSFW, harassment, toy usage, nipple play, oral female receiving

Word Count: 4.3k

Chapter 8

Summary: The drive home forces you to confront Sukuna's recent actions. You've been thinking about them a lot, especially when he makes a proposition.

Warnings: NSFW, oral female receiving

Word Count: 3.1 k

Chapter 9

Summary: Now that he's made his decision, Sukuna finds himself wholly committed. Date night with Sukuna floors you in every sense of the term, from the clothes, to the food, to the 'dessert,' he's thought of everything and once again, you find yourself in the most compromising of positions. What he has planned next makes you nervous.

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM themes, oral female receiving

Word Count: 4.7 k

Chapter 10

Summary: Driven mad with desire for you, Sukuna races to a secluded spot and caves to his primal needs. You ask for more but he denies you, instead asking for a few photos

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM themes, oral female receiving, squirting, public-ish

Word Count: 3.7 k

Chapter 11

Summary: Sukuna's denial of what you want has reset your relationship. Done are the days of caving to his demands. Let the games begin.

Warnings: Public flirting

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter 12

Summary: Sukuna spends the night but as he's taking you to work, insecurity about last week's incident with Toji creeps back up. Little do you know, it's about to get a lot worse.

Warnings: Public flirting

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter 13

Summary: Toji's games amp up to a new level driving a wedge between you and Ryomen.

Warnings: Public flirting, use of your alternate name.

Word Count: 4.9k

Chapter 14

Summary: Toji's lust for you is unrelenting even though the message is clear. Thankfully, Sukuna is ready to scare him away.

Warnings: Breaking and entering, assault

Word Count: 2.8k

Chapter 15

Summary: After tornado Toji's tantrum, you can no longer deny Ryomen. The moment you've been waiting for is finally here.

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected penetration, toy usage, anal play

Word Count: 5k

Chapter 16

Summary: The hunt for the cameras is on. Who is your new enemy and where are they hiding?

Warnings: NSFW, temperature play, penetration, stalking

Word Count: 3.4k

Chapter 17

Summary: Sukuna catches on to your secret and is done being in the dark. Now it's time to own up.

Warnings: NSFW, stalking, coercion, fingering, oral female receiving

Word Count: 4.1k

Chapter 18

Summary: Sukuna catches on to your secret and is done being in the dark. Now it's time to own up.

Warnings: NSFW, bondage, oral male receiving, oral female receiving.

Word Count: 5.2k

Chapter 19

Summary: After working his magic, Sukuna is ready to both move you into a new home and meet your mom.

Warnings: name-calling, drunk encounter, audacity

Word Count: 5.9k

Chapter 20

Summary: After admitting to your boss that things between you and Toji are tense, you come home to a surprise from the security team at your new residence.

Warnings: NSFW, assault, choking, tazing, audacity

Word Count: 5.4k

Chapter 21

Summary: Hot on the heels of your attack you’re faced with yet another challenge: meeting Ryomen’s family. Gods I hope you’re up for the task.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral male-receiving, Exhibitionism, Anal, Unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 6.4k

Chapter 22

Summary: Even with how terrible dinner with Ryomen's parents went, the two of you manage to unwind at a surprise house party.

Warnings: NSFW, public acts, shock kink, overstimulation, handcuffs, toy usage, oral, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 7.7k

Chapter 23

Summary: The morning after the party is full of humiliating information. At least the interview for your dream summer internship went well. Right?

Warnings: NSFW, public acts, violence, assault.

Word Count: 5.8k

Chapter 24

Summary: Ryomen's meeting with his father doesn't go as planned, not even a little. You receive news from the head of the Zenin clan.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.4k

Chapter 25

Summary: Together with Ryomen, you plot how to escape your engagement while Toji puts on the pressure.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.0k

Chapter 26

Summary: The time has come for you to pick your groom. You'd better be strategic about this. Anything could happen while you attempt to worm your way out.

Warnings: coercion, degradation, creepy relatives

Word Count: 4.7k

Chapter 27

Summary: Finals week has come, and the gravity of your situation is stressing you out. You're stretched thinner than ever, but at least you have someone eager and willing to help.

Warnings: NSFW, public sexual acts, unprotected penetration, harassment.

Word Count: 4.7k

Chapter 28

Summary: The second half of finals week doesn't go as planned, leading to an uncomfortable compromise with Toji.

Warnings: Harassment.

Word Count: 4.0k

Chapter 29

Summary: Tonight is the engagement party and Toji continues to ignore your boundaries. That's okay though, cause the chaos is just getting started.

Warnings: Ignorance of physical boundaries, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 4.2k

Chapter 30 & Epilogue

Summary: The engagement party goes sideways and you end up becoming a true enemy of the rich and famous... so exactly what you signed up for.

Warnings: NSFW, violence, references to SA, oral female receiving, unprotected penetration, light bondage.

Word Count: 7.4k

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