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“the next time i talk to you like that, punch me across the face.” 

is what sukunas words were after he’d said something hurtful to you one time. they never left you. oh, were you going to get him back.

currently, you’re in the kitchen arguing about something stupid that happened— a worker flirted with you at the mall. “he was very obviously trying to fuck you!” his voice rose with every word. “he was just being nice!” you tried to reason, your own voice rising in desperation. he inhaled sharply trying to compose himself. you sighed softly. “listen— sukuna, i’m sorry-“ he cuts you off. “SORRY DOESNT FUCKING CUT IT!” the harshness of his words making you freeze. “you’re such a naive little slut sometimes,  you stand there and let everyone fucking flirt with you because you’re too stupid to understand—“

PUNCH!

the crack of your knuckles hitting his skin echoes through the kitchen. it goes dead silent, your hand is aching, sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you, blood already trickling down his nose. “you don’t wanna let me finish my sentence? i’m not letting you finish yours.” you hissed. he was stunned. “fucking hell…” he wipes his nose, looking at the crimson staining his hands. you turned away and marched off to the room.

you heard the front door open then slam shut, you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. an hour or so later, you hear the front door swing open along with the hurried, heavy footsteps of sukuna. you hear some rustling and soft curses of frustration— for what reason? you’re unsure. 

a few beats later, the door creaks open. “hey.” he says quietly. he steps into the room, hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. you looked up from your phone. “yeah?” you asked, your tone carrying an edge to it from his earlier words. “i… just come to the kitchen.” he murmurs, looking quite sheepish for a guy like him. you looked skeptical, but got up anyways.

you walked over to the kitchen, next to it was the dining table that was barely visible from the amount of gifts he bought. the flowers covering 50% of the mid-sized table. there were soft plushies, hello kitty blankets, slippers, pajamas, chocolates, makeup that you’ve been meaning to buy, the perfume you’ve been dying to get and a couple of other things. you stared at everything in disbelief. “you know i didn’t mean it…” he says suddenly, his voice careful and low. “i’m a fuckin’ idiot, you’re an angel.” he looks around the room for a second, taking a deep breath and clenching his jaw for a moment before saying something you’d never heard him say the entire relationship. “and i’m sorry..” your eyes widened before you had to suppress a triumphant smirk. “maybe i should punch you more often.” you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “thank you, ‘kuna.” he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in closer. “you got me good, my nose still hurts like a bitch.” he huffs, pressing a kiss to your hair nonetheless. 

sukuna had one arm draped over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side as you both stand outside the front door of his friends house.

tonight was the night you were going to meet his friends.

your nerves were through the roof, your hands were clammy and your stomach felt like you were on a roller coaster that was twisting, turning and looping voraciously.

you’ve never been good with… people. how you managed to pull sukuna is a mystery. you’re so shy that you practically border on recluse.

sukuna looks at your from the side of his eye. “relax, baby. they’ll like you.” he says, chuckling despite himself at your anxiety. “what if they don’t?” you asked before you could stop yourself. “then we’ll leave.” he shrugged. he banged on the door again. “open the fuckin door.” he says impatiently but with no real anger behind it.

the door swings open and reveals one of his friends, satoru; standing there with a stupid grin. “yo, suks’.” he daps sukuna up. they say their greetings until his eyes land on you. “who’s this?” he asks, his tone lowering and becoming dismissive. you looked up at sukuna, expecting him to answer for you, he just raises one eyebrow, signalling for you to introduce yourself on your own. “i—uh… i’m [name]. sukunas girlfriend..” you mumble, your eyes darting around nervously. his friends eyes scan you up and down critically. “yeah… okay.. m’satoru.” he says quickly. sukunas eyes narrow at the dismissive body language and tone. he noticed it, of course he did. but decided to see how far satoru would push.

satoru leads the two of you inside his house where there are already some people sitting down on the couches. your fingers stays intertwined with sukunas’ the entire time, sukuna finds an empty spot on the couch and sits down, pulling you down with him.

your knee bounces nervously, sukuna puts his large hand over it whilst focusing on the conversation his friends are having. he offered a small smirk as quiet reassurance that it’s okay.

or so you thought????

you stayed quiet in the conversation majority of the time until one of the others guys, suguru, looks at you and decided to talk to you. “so… you’re [name], right? sukunas new girlfriend?” his tone was almost… condescending? but you couldn’t tell if that was just your nerves making you think that. “yeah..” you nodded, giving a small smile. he pauses and eyes you down the same way satoru did before, his eyes filled with judgement. “right.. right.” he looks away.

the rest of the time went by slowly, you stayed quiet majority of the time. until a topic of conversation got brought up about hobbies. one of the hobbies that you took part in got brought up. sukuna nudges you. “yknow.. my girlfriend loves art, don’t you?” he wraps an arm around your waist. “u-uh.. yeah, i paint ‘n.. stuff.” you said shyly. satoru glances at you for a second then at suguru and bursts into laughter. “seriously, who even is this bitch?” satoru gasps out through laughter. your face burns with embarassment, sukunas gentle strokes on your hip paused. “the fuck did you just say?” he removed his arm from you completely and stood up to slowly walk to satoru. towering over him. satoru was carelessly manspread on the couch, holding a can of bear. “what? she just waltzes in here, sits there all quiet, she’s— she’s literally taking up space! why would you even invite her if she’s gonna be boring? she’s not even that hot either!” satoru laughs at his own mean commentary, suguru follows along with his wheezes of laughter.

before satoru can say anything else, sukunas fist was already wound up and crashing down on his face. his whole body snapping to the side as well as his head, the sheer strength of the bunch sent him on the plush carpet of his lavish house. “say it again. i fucking dare you.” his voice a low growl. sugurus laughter was sharply cut off, he sat there frozen in shock. these six-foot-something guys were shit scared of sukuna who was literally in the same height and weight range as them. satoru spat out the blood that was dripping out his mouth. “it was just a joke..” satorus voice was strained. he held his jaw with one hand and cowardly looked away from sukuna. “apologise. the two of you. apologise to my fuckin girlfriend.” your eyes widened. sukuna drags satoru up by his collar and drags him to your feet. “i-i’m.. so sorry, i’ll never say that again. i didn’t mean it.” he babbled on and on. the other friends that were previously attending this hangout were sitting there stunned. suguru sat there wide eyed before apologising to you frantically as to not be next. you waved them off shyly. “i-it’s okay. really, it’s fine.”

you looked up at sukuna, he immediately sensed your discomfort and lingering mortification. “let’s just fucking go.” he grabbed your arm; the veins on his temples popping out from suppressed rage.

“i should’ve done more to those fuckers.” he hissed, turning on the engine. “kuna’, it’s okay..” you put a hand on his shoulder. he turned his head to look at you and his eyes softened. his anger seemed to slowly fade away. “i’m never talking to them again, im blocking them as soon as we get home, i hate them, how dare they talk to my girlf—“ you cut his oncoming rant off. “sukuna,” you said softly, offering him a small smile, “it’s okay. i promise.” you kissed his cheek. he sighed heavily. “alright… they didn’t upset you too much, did they?” he asked roughly, you could tell he was a little bit worried.

you huffed a small laugh. “i’m okay, sukuna.”

It was rush hour. A saturday at 6pm, the restaurant was bustling, you could hear the obnoxious chatter and laughter bounce off the walls. You worked as a server, you were juggling plates of hot food and empty dishes and cups with unknown substances in it since a child on table 10 wanted to make potions.

You were overworked, overwhelmed, and exhausted— to say the least.

What also doesn’t help is Sukunas verbal violence rattling the utensils on the counter. “Where are my fucking plates?!” “You guys move like old people fuck COME ON COME ON COME ON!” “WHERE ARE MY SERVERS!?” His deep voice boomed through the kitchen, everyone scrambling to work harder and just get this shift over with.

You’ve been in a shitty mood, stomping around, slamming cabinets, doors, huffing and puffing. It was like you were walking around with a damn storm cloud hovering above your head. Truth be told, you had no genuine reason to be this bitchy today.

Sukuna was sat next to you on the couch, he could tell your patience was wearing thin— but so was his. Sukuna isn’t a very patient person.

“Grab me the remote.” He doesn’t even ask, he just tells you. You glared at him. “Can’t fucking grab it yourself?” You asked rhetorically, already grabbing the remote.

He clicks his teeth, you grit yours. “The fucks up your ass?” He asks unbothered. “Nothing.” You practically hissed. Not even making an effort to properly hand him the remote, just throwing it at him. He caught it one handed, his jaw ticked. “Alright— what’s the problem?” His voice growing an edge to it.

“Nothing.” Your voice was sharp. “Then quit being a fucking bitch.” His voice matched your sharpness. “I’ll do what I want?” Your face scrunched into that pissed off look, it was kinda adorable if you weren’t pissing him off right now. “So will I. Keep acting like that and find out where that gets you.” You huffed loudly and got up to storm off.

He catches your wrist fast, your head whips. “What the fuck are you doing!?” You snapped. His eyes narrow and his jaw ticks. “You going to tell me what’s wrong? Or are you going to continue huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf?” His voice was sharp but had that mocking edge to it. Your expression soured even more. “Don’t poke fun at me like i’m some fucking joke.” You hissed. His grip on your wrist gets firmer as you tried to snatch your hand away.

“Quit actin’ like a fucking brat. N’ i’m not poking fun at you, i said what i said.” His voice is gradually building up that frustrated edge to his voice, you can tell he’s about to snap. “I don’t give a fuck what you said. I’m going to the room, let go.” Your volume increases with each sentence.

“Tell me what your issue is.” Sukuna stood firm, his crimson eyes glaring into yours. “Nothing’s. wrong.” You spoke curtly. “Oh yeah? You don’t fucking slam shit and stomp around when ‘nothin’s wrong’” You let out a loud half-groan-half-sigh of exasperation before snapping completely. “I TOLD YOU NOTHING IS—“ A pair of huge, calloused hands grab your face and kissed you, completely cutting you off from your sentence. The kiss wasn’t a gentle, soft one. It was rough. Like he was showing you who’s in control, making you feel his frustration through this kiss.

“Nothings wrong, huh?” He growls against your lips, before biting down hard on your bottom lip, making you yelp. “Bullshit.” He answers his own rhetorical question. Sukunas hands find their way around your neck. One hand is firmly gripping the nape of your neck, the other is tangling through the strands of your hair, balling it up in his hands, holding tightly.

The kiss only got rougher. He dragged you back down to the couch. Your hands found their way to his shirt before one hand came down and grabbed both of your wrists.

You felt your world tilt before you were pressed face down into the cushions. You felt a large pair of hands lift your hips up so your ass was in the air. He yanked your shorts down, your ass completely exposed. Sukunas’ hand came down with a loud crack! against your ass. You jolted forward with a broken whimper. “You wanna be a fuckin’ bitch all day? Then i’ll treat you like one.” He delivers another hard smack to your ass, he groaned as he watched it recoil. A red handprint already started to bloom on your asscheeks.

He stuck his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them back hard and releasing. letting it sting. You were whimpering into the couch cushions as he continued to taunt you. Suddenly, in one swift motion. Sukuna yanks down your panties, tugging down his sweats, and slams into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out completely. You borderline-screamed. Sukuna was huge. When he fucks you, he pushes into you slowly because you still have trouble adjusting to his sheer length. Your arms flailed, trying to hold yourself up to run away from it. Sukuna grabs your hands again and holds them behind your back with one hand, whilst his other hand came down with another harsh crack to your ass. “Where the fuck do ya think you’re going?” smack! His voice was low and gravelly, with that mocking tone to it.

“I— I—hhnngh!— was j-just…” smack! “You were just what?” His voice was impatient. “I- don’t know! fuuuckkk…” Your weak whimpers filled the living room, echoing off the walls. “You don’t know, huh? You were quite the smartass two minutes ago, having a fuckin’ answer to everything.” His voice has dropped to a low, breathy growl as he complains. “Can’t even use your fucking words to tell me what you want or what I did.” He rambles, slamming into you at a frenzied pace. Your ass met his hips with every feral thrust. He spread your ass cheeks with his hand and watched how your drooling pussy is greedily swallowing his thick cock.

Sukuna hawks and spits right in between your asscheeks, making you squeal. He slaps your ass again, harder than the last. The speed that he was fucking you at was punishing. Sweat beaded at his forehead at he continued to pound into your weeping cunt. He was feverish, impatient and much too irritated with your melodramatics to even care about your desperate pleas to go slower.

His veiny cock stirred you up from the inside, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again making your eyes roll so far to the back of your head. Sukuna releases your wrists and grabs a fistful of hair, yanking it back to get a good glimpse of your fucked out face.

Drool was running down your mouth, your eyes were rolled back, you were moaning pathetically. “What’s wrong?” He challenges, almost waiting for you to gather up what’s left of your stubbornness. “Fucked you stupid, didn’t I? Well that’s too bad.” He slows down his pace, painfully so. You let out the loudest, most pathetic whine of desperation. “W-whyy?” Your voice was broken and breathy. “Say you’re sorry.” His voice was clipped, he took a deep breath. Trying so hard to keep his control. “‘m sorry!” Your response was eager and desperate. “And…” he started, “that you’ll never be a whiny bitch ever again.” You huffed a pitiful sigh at his demand. “I-i’ll… never be a whiny bitch again.” Your voice was quiet. He tugged your hair harder. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you…” His mushroom tip dragged painfully slow against your fluttering walls, teasing you. You swallowed hard, swallowing your pride along with your saliva. “I-I’ll never be a whiny bitch again..” You whimpered. He grinned triumphantly, “that’s a good bitch.” His thrusts resumed its brutal pace. His balls slapping against your pussy, his huge cock splitting you open. Shoving your face back into the cushion.

It was a pornographic sight. You, face down ass up, moaning into the cushions. Sukuna, clamping his hand around your head to keep your face shoved into the pillows, fucking you like he genuinely hates you. You couldn’t take it anymore, your moans were starting to increase in pitch. He felt your pussy clench around him, knowing that meant you were close. He snaked his hands between your legs and rubbed your puffed up and sensitive clit harshly.

That was enough to make you come undone. You cried into the cushion. Your cunt was gushing all around his length, coating his shaft in a layer of cream.

He still kept on going, chasing his own high. His dick kept grazing that plush spot over and over again, driving you into a haze of tears and overstimulation. “Next time,” he grunts, hips snapping against your ass, “don’t take it out on me.” You cried out, your voice muffled against the couch. “i’m s-sorry!ohmygodohmygoditstoomuchplease.” Your voice was cracking like crazy. Your voice changing pitch with every thrust, his cock dragging noises out of you that you didn’t even know you could make. the soppy plaps filled the room, louder than the desperate mewls you’re letting out.

“Just a fuckin’ cocksleeve, you are.” He groans. “Take it. Take everything i give you, like a good bitch.” His voice began to get breathier, his breathing was stuttering, his cock twitched hard inside you. He stilled. Burying himself inside you to the hilt and coating your slick walls with his warm release.

He began removing his softening cock from your needy cunt, sucking him as he slowly pulled out. You let out a drawn out moan when he did, it soon broke off into a whine at the loss of fullness.

He plunged his fingers inside you to keep the cum from dripping anywhere. Sukuna pulled your panties and shorts up and tugged his sweats back up. “You gonna stop being a bitch?” His voice was low and smokey, he stared at your fucked out face waiting for a reply. “mmm… mhm.” You nodded, eyes already fluttering shut.

“Tch, bitch. We’re talking about this when you wake up.” He mutters, “can’t believe i let my girl ragebait me.” He shook his head and threw a blanket over you.

One day, the usual servant that bathes sukuna was off doing other duties this time. Sukuna called you to his chambers. His eyes narrowed as he basically sized you up. “Run my bath.” He commanded with his usual gruff tone that demanded respect. You bowed, “Yes, my lord.” And headed off to the humongous bath to start the water.

You helped him out of his robe, and he got into the steaming hot bath, the bath suddenly looking much too small when he steps inside.

You scrubbed his back and his four huge arms. His body is so huge that you had to keep adding soap to the washcloth to successfully clean his entire back. Sukuna didn’t wanna admit this, but you were better at this than the other servant by a LONG shot.

Once his body was finished it was time for you to wash his hair. “Wash my hair.” He ordered, his four eyes were closed but opened two slightly to look at you. You nodded and lathered the shampoo into his hair. You wanted to try something that may or may not get you killed.

You lightly scratched his scalp, your nails barely grazing it. You tried again this time, pretending that you’re just lathering the shampoo into his hair. You gently scratched his scalp, the back of his neck, even behind his ears. He let out a low hum that sounded like a purr. Like a huge, malevolent cat getting head scratches.

You stopped to rinse his hair out. “Why’d you stop?” He asks, sitting up ever so slightly. Sukuna still maintains his gruff and sonorous tone, but you swear you could’ve heard the tiniest whine. “I’m rinsing the shampoo out, my lord.” You replied softly. “Speak up, woman. I didn’t hear a word you said.” He huffs, he’s so sassy. It almost makes you laugh, but you value your life so you stifle it. “I’m rinsing the shampoo out, my lord.” You repeated, voice a little louder this time. “Make it quick then… and— do what you just did before again.” He leans back into the tub as you rinse the shampoo. “Do what, my lord?” You asked, playing dumb to see if his pride will let him say it. “Don’t act stupid with me, human. I’ve ripped people’s tongues out for playing those types of games with me.” He spoke, but for some reason his words didn’t scare the fuck out of you as much as you’d like to admit it.

“Apologies, my lord.” You went back to scrubbing the rest of the product out. A beat of silence. “But seriously— do that again though..” He spoke, his tone almost shy. You hid your smile.

You went in with the second round of shampoo, scratching and massaging his scalp. Sukuna would let small little groans of pleasure escape his lips.

Later you help him out of the bath, into his robe. “Oi.” He speaks roughly. You hummed in acknowledgment. “You will come to my chambers whenever I request your presence for those… head scratches.” Sukuna speaks the last words with a bashful look on his face. You smiled and nodded. “Of course, my lord.”

Sukuna thought it was the cutest thing ever, “What was that you just did?” He pointed to your lips. “uh.. smile?” You asked confused. His thumbs found its way to the corner of both sides of your mouth and lifted them slightly “You did that. Do it again.” He spoke, his voice dropping to almost a gentle tone. You gave him what he wanted and smiled sweetly at him, he could’ve sworn that his heart skipped a beat. It hasn’t done that in a long, long time.

Sukuna turned away abruptly. “You may leave now.” His gruff voice returning back again. You left his chambers, face burning red hot. Sukunas touch was surprisingly gentle for hands that’s only ever known violence.

One night, you were getting ready for bed when Uraume stood at the edge of your bed. “Lord sukuna is requesting your presence.” You got up from your bed, confused. You went into his chambers and he was rested against his headboard. “You summoned me?” You asked cautiously, he nods “that’s right. I want you to do that thing.” He says quietly, too quietly. You knew he was a bit embarrassed. You padded over to his bed, he laid on his stomach, hiding his face in the pillows. You smiled to yourself. You pulled out a stool and sat next to his bed as you ran your fingers through his scalp. Gently scratching the spots you know makes his eyes roll back.

You kept going and gently massaged the nape of his neck, you assumed he was asleep so you pulled away to leave the room. “Why’d you stop?” A hoarse voice calls out as soon as you’re about to walk out the door. “Did I say you could leave? Get your ass back here, servant.” You froze for a second. “I’m sorry!” You squeaked, slightly startled from him unexpectedly being awake the whole time. “Tch, I coulda killed you for that…” He mutters. Sukuna glares at you with his usual disgusted expression but you could see something in his eyes, something that you’re unsure if you’re crazy for seeing.

You kept going until he seriously fell asleep this time, you admired sukuna while he slept for a bit. He turned over back on his back, you took in his every feature. The way his lips part, the way his brows furrow, the way he kisses his teeth even in his sleep. After a while he cracked two eyes open. “What are you staring at?” His voice slightly rasped from disuse. “Out with it, woman.” He turned over on his side, trying to hide the slight flush that dusted his cheeks.

You scurried out the room, so embarassed that you’ve been caught out.

The next time you were called over to his chambers, you both said nothing about it. You just washed his hair quietly.

And that became the routine. Whenever you couldn’t bathe him in that exact moment, he would make you stop whatever you’re doing or just wait for you to finish. Uraume suggested another servant and he shut them down so fast that he even surprised himself.

He started to ease your workload, making sure you’re not doing as much work as you used to. You’re mainly just cleaning his chambers, washing his hair, scrubbing his back, and literally putting him to sleep. Every night.

You’re the only servant he has a tolerance for, and you’re the only servant he’ll protect— Alongside uraume of course.

One day it was your birthday, sukuna calls you over to his chambers. “[name.]” His voice lacked its usual disapproving tone. “I heard it’s your birthday, correct?” He raises an eyebrow expectantly. You nodded “Yeah, it is.” You were weirded out from this since you’ve been a servant of his for almost 3 years now and he’s never really done anything like this until recently.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over with his lower right arm, his chin resting on his lower left arm. He’s sitting on his huge throne that makes him feel special, if he wasn’t so big and scary he would look so stupid in that throne. You padded over hesitantly. He lifts you into his lap with one hand, pulling you against his chest. You were stunned and you didn’t even have any words to articulate how caught off guard you are. if you weren’t already speechless, he begins to card his fingers through your hair. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

Sukuna began lightly scratching your scalp, just like you’d been doing to him. “Don’t expect me to do this often.” he clarifies, trying to keep his tough exterior around you.

You relaxed under his touch and his chest started to feel all warm and fuzzy, a feeling he hasn’t felt in millenniums— if not ever.

Yep, you’re definitely his favourite.

“You make me feel like a clueless idiot, woman.” He mutters, shaking his head. His low voice vibrating through his chest and against your cheek. Your eyes widened slightly before you smiled and nestled closer against him, making yourself comfortable. “How so?” You mumbled. “You’re making me feel… things.” He tried to explain but he simply couldn’t. “I’ve killed people for the doing the things you do on a daily basis, but I can’t bring myself to hurt you.” he spoke, almost disgusted with himself.

You giggled against his chest. “Good to know, sukuna. I guess i’ll test my limits more often.” He tugs on your hair playfully. “Don’t even think about it, woman.”

stepbrother megumi, who had just moved into your house along with his dad, your stepdad, toji. as soon as you guys were introduced to each other you immediately folded. megumi studied you with a disapproving expression, shaking his head with a huff and already throwing his bags into the room that you’ll both be sharing. he seemed pissed, as if he hated you already. but he only brushed past you to the room so no one could see the boner he’s forming. he’s embarrassed, one look at you and he’s hard?? seriously!?

you knew this was wrong. your stepbrother?? really?! you tried to suppress these feelings, pushing them all the way down. but you couldn’t quite help it since you share a room anyway, and he was quite hot…

every night after his shower he’d walk into the room with his towel hung dangerously low on his hips. droplets of water glistening on his sculpted abs and prominent v-line. you gulped nervously as your eyes trail down his body. his eyes narrow at you suspiciously. “what’re you looking at?” he asks, voice slightly annoyed like always. “fucking freak.” he sighs to himself. but he knows exactly what he’s doing. he sees the way you press your thighs together and how your breathing is shaky.

you’d crash onto your bed after a long day, lying flat on your stomach and bending one knee up to your stomach, amplifying the plump of your ass. you’re wearing those tight pajama shorts. he stares at your ass from across the room in his own bed, watching the rise and fall of your back, watching the way your ass slightly jiggles with every small movement.

he gets up abruptly and walks out to go to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a little extra force then usual.

in the bathroom he fucks his fist, biting hard on his free hand to muffle the groans that desperately threaten to escape; indifferent as he acts, he is just as down bad for you then you are for him.

but little did he know… you’d do the exact same thing. when he’d drift off to sleep in the middle of the night, you’d creep off to the bathroom and rub your clit in frantic circles, dipping your middle finger in and out of your needy hole. whining desperately into your hands or the nearest towel. Your fingers couldn’t reach all the right spots, leaving you a throbbing, leaking mess.

one night, it’s 2am. you’ve just been through the same dilemma of sexual frustration. not being able to feel megumis slender and veiny fingers fuck you. after you came, you washed your hands and opened the door to see a tall, muscular figure leaning against the door frame.

you craned your neck, it was megumi. his gaze upholding that constantly pissed off look, however… he had something else in his eyes. Lust. His pupils were blown wide, his cheeks were flushed a tinge of pink and he was already breathing heavier than usual. you were mortified. you’ve been in the bathroom for atleast 30 minutes trying to make yourself cum, and it wasn’t even a good orgasm either!

“how… how long have you been waiting out here for?” you asked slowly, cautiously, like you didn’t want to believe he heard you. “since you first went inside.” he answers bluntly. your eyes widened and a mortified blush crawls up your neck. “tell me, [name]…” he leans down, his nose just inches from yours, “do you want me?” his voice drops to a low whisper. you squirmed slightly, already shifting your thighs to press together. “fuck…” you sighed, “yeah.” you admitted bluntly, knowing there’s no going back.

suddenly he grabs your wrist roughly and practically drags you back to the shared bedroom. throwing you on your bed, and kissing you with a lustful intensity. he tugged your shorts down and you shimmied them past your ankles.

he stared at your soaking panties. “shit…” he breathes. “you’re this wet for your stepbrother?” he runs his thumb up from your clothed hole up to your clit, running small circles. your hips bucked almost immediately. you nod stupidly. he actually smiles, not necessarily a happy one— a smile that tells you he’s not holding back. “you’re such a slut. all desperate and needy for her stepbrother to fuck her. is that right?” his voice a low growl.

he pulls your panties down in one swift motion, staring at your glistening folds before immediately pulling his cock out of his sweats, not even bothering to wear boxers. he was just as desperate as you, he was listening to you touch yourself outside the bathroom door as he was aggressively palming himself. there was already a damp spot in the crotch of his pants but the room was dimly lit and you were too needy to give a fuck about anything besides him stuffing you full.

you were both leaking so much arousal, there was no need for foreplay. the real foreplay was existing near each other for weeks and not doing anything about the growing desire to feel each other.

megumis cock was long but slim, circumcised with a cute mushroom tip that was a light cool brown. his dick was decorated with veins and was blushing a light colour of pink from the base. he was hard, super hard. you could see how it twitched and throbbed as the air hit his sensitive dick.

he rubbed his cock against your folds, leaning down to press sloppy kisses on your neck. “this is wrong..” he murmurs, voice cracking slightly. his tip catches on your clit and both of you gasp in pleasure. “i- i know…” you panted. “if they come in, we’re so fucked..” you whispered, a whiny edge to your voice from just wanting him inside already. “it doesn’t matter— just… we’ll just think about this later.” he shook his head trying not to think about either of your parents coming in. he tip nudges your hole, his head already burrowing into your shoulder.

he presses deeper, and deeper. your breathy moans filled the room as his pretty dick was starting to fill you up inch by inch. finally, his tip nudged the one spot inside you that you could never reach on your own. you accidentally let out a loud whimper. he freezes and glares at you. “shut up.” he hisses. though, as much as he acted annoyed, you felt his cock twitch inside you. he starts to move but you’re struggling to stay quiet. he aligns his middle and ring finger with your mouth. “open.” he orders gruffly. you open your mouth obediently and he glides his fingers into your mouth. muffling the sounds that are spilling from your pretty lips.

god— he wishes he could hear your moans, he wishes he could see how loud you can get, he wishes he could fuck you on the couch, over the kitchen counter, in the shower. but for now, it’s going to have to be in your dimly lit shared bedroom trying to be as quiet as possible as his cock plunges immensely in and out of your perfect pussy. the room was filled with the scent of sex and the soft plaps against each others skin

he was groaning against your neck, rutting into you, trying to go as fast as he possibly could without the sound of his balls slapping your ass getting louder as well. he could feel your warm walls squeeze him so tight, making his eyes roll all the away back. you are so pretty, you smell so good, AND you feel so good. he just couldn’t do it anymore!

his thrusts became increasingly desperate, fucking into you faster and faster. megumis’ low growls and groans turning into breathy whimpers and small moans. your muffled moans increased in pitch, cracking as you were approaching your high. your hips bucked up uncontrollably, you were drooling around megumis fingers and your nipples were rubbing against the fabric of your tank top.

the stimulation was way too much, you moaned loudly, a spark of white flash through your vision as the best orgasm of your life hits you like a truck. your walls clench and spasm violently, your legs are shaking, and you’re panting like you’ve ran several laps. that undoes megumi immediately, his hips stutter before he cums inside you, kissing your neck trying to distract his mouth so he doesn’t make any loud noises. his arms were struggling to even hold him up, he collapsed on top of you. “fuck.” he spoke after a while, you opened your eyes, the post orgasm making you a lightly sleepy. “what?” you asked, voice a little hoarse. “i forgot to wear a fucking condom.” your eyes widened “shit.” you huffed an annoyed sigh. “its fine, i shouldn’t be ovulating anyway.” trying to lighten the subject. “you better not be.” he retorts, nuzzling into your neck.

“so uh… i should— probably clean you up, huh?” he speaks awkwardly, post nut clarity hitting him and making him realise he just fucked his STEPsister. “mmm.. i guess?” your tone just as awkward as you came to the realisation. he grabs a handtowel from the bathroom and dampens it a little, coming back into the bedroom and cleaning the mess on your thighs and wiping himself off too.

anywho— it’s safe to say that you slept really really good that night.

the next morning.. “you’re happy today, you got plans or something?” your mom asks you during breakfast. “yeah.. plans.” you replied, eyes drifting to megumi who was already looking at you with that knowing gleam in his eyes. you both looked away. megumi awkwardly clearing his throat and you continuing the conversation with your mom just as worse.

toji watches this exchange with a conspiratorial look on his face. his lips played his usual lazy, scarred smirk. but the way he leaned back in the chair and analysed you in a way that made you shift in your seat made you think that… he might be catching on.

or maybe… just maybe. he’s already caught on.

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naturally, sukuna is judgemental. you’re always laughing at his commentary about other people because there’s no way you can take him seriously.

because of his judgemental nature, everytime you guys are out together he’s ALWAYS and i mean ALWAYS side eyeing you. he’s constantly looking at you to see if you peeped the same shit he did

one time you spotted a guy walking around shirtless with the ugliest back tattoo known to man, not to mention he was walking hella funny. you turned your head and sukuna was already looking at you with the look that says ‘wtf. you saw that too, right..?” with that, he just shakes his head and sighs deeply.

another time— you were cuddled up next to him watching insta reels together until you stumbled across a video of some bitch talking nonsense, you turned your head and sukuna was already side eyeing you. he shook his head once more “what the fuck am i even looking at..?” he shook his head and sighed exasperatedly once more.

one time, you guys were at a restaurant and the couple on the table next to you were talking dirty to each other, the dirty talk was cringe, embarrassing and they should genuinely be locked up for their attempts at trying to talk dirty.

you looked at sukuna and he was already looking at you, “did you hear that shit?” he asked incredulously. you burst out laughing. “what?” he asked confused “what’s funny? genuinely. that was the worst shit i’ve ever heard it feels like my ears got fuckin’ molested.” he huffs, you laughed harder “i love you.” you said with a grin after calming down. he was further confused “what?”. you giggled “it’s cute how you always side eye me when you peep some weird shit.” you said with a soft smile

“tch. fuck you.” he looked away, his ears tinged a faint shade of pink at being called ‘cute’.

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maki killed her whole clan within twenty minutes of being reawakened. She had shed her last limitations, acquiring superhuman strength.

shes covered in gore from massacring the zenin clan. you were waiting for her outside, worried. as soon as you saw her walking out with an expressionless look on her face you immediately ran up to her and hugged her. “maki.. are you okay?” you swarmed her with questions and affection, in hindsight it would’ve been super annoying. you wiped the blood from her cheekbones, before you could do anything else she gripped your hand firmly. “let’s just go home.”

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you both go home safely, you were assuming that this was going to be a calm night. maybe you’d run her a bath and wash her hair or even give her a massage— anything to make her feel better. not being thrown onto the bed and your legs spread obscenely wide, ripping off your shorts AND panties with her crazy strength and eating your pussy until you couldn’t even speak a coherent sentence.

you were on your nth orgasm of the night, your thighs shaking and clamping around her head and your body jerking with oversensitivity. “m-maki— s’too much!!” you gasped, the pleasure so overwhelming that it almost hurt. she hummed around your overstimulated pussy. “oh, i’m so sorry, baby.. just a few more minutes.” her speech was slightly slurred and her eyes were half lidded as she lost herself in your juices. “you said that l-like—hick!— an hour ago!” tears have already been streaming down your face by now, your shirt was lifted up past your tits, nipples red from being sucked on and rubbed excessively. your whole body was sweating and responsive to every single touch. even the slight brush of the plush blanket sent electricity down your spine.

makis long tongue plunged in and out of your sensitive hole, her nose pressed against your clit, shaking her head so her nose can continue its relentless torture on the swollen bud. you were openly sobbing now, your pathetic cries breaking into moans. her slender fingers were now wrinkled from being inside you for so long. you were desperately pushing her head away for her to just let you breathe. “maki— ngh.. please.” your brows were furrowed and your jaw was slack from the overwhelming amounts of pleasure. you tried to close your legs but her grip was unwavering. “i know, i know.” she murmured against your aching pussy. she definitely did not know.

finally she got up and you let out the biggest sigh of relief ever… that was until she started to take off her own clothes. she crawls back onto the bed, she lifts one leg over yours and another under yours and begins to bump her clit ruthlessly with your inundated clit. she grinds her hips back and forth, her eyes fully shut and her brows furrowed. her jaw was clenched as she lets out small groans of pleasure. she was lost in the sensation of your sobbing cunt gliding against hers. “i—hahh— needed this.. needed you.” she breathes out. your body was twitching wildly “fuck!” you cried out at the replaced sensory from feeling her tongue to now feeling her equally wet pussy.

her muscular arms held you in place so you could stop squirming, and her legs were firmly locking you in place. “shhh.. don’t cry.” she shushed you softly. maki wasn’t even aware of the overstimulation, just completely dazed from your pussy and strangely pent up from killing the entire zenin clan, what else was she supposed to do? unbeknownst to you, she had already came but with this newfound stamina and strength she just kept going, barely even registering it. what came with her preternatural abilities wasn’t just strength, but also a significantly higher sex drive.

your vision started to blur, not from tears this time but from the sheer force of your orgasms hitting you finally catching up and making you extremely drowsy. “m-maki…” you choked out, “no more.. please.” you tapped her three times like you usually do when it gets too much, she finally picked up on the taps after you did it desperately multiple times. she got off you, a small squelching sound following from the wetness of both your juices.

you couldn’t even stand properly without your legs threatening to give in. you wanted to help her shower, get changed, even making her favourite meal but those plans are cancelled. she pressed a soft kiss to your temple and had a shower, quickly coming back and sliding under the covers, pulling you onto her muscular chest and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

you sleep better than you have ever slept in your entire life, what you didn’t know though was that this would probably happen again tomorrow morning— or until she learns how to calm down her newly heightened libido.