#ryomensukuna

he scrutinized the colourful packet, eyeing it like it grew a mouth and cussed at him.

"okay, we're gonna take turns putting some on and either one of us will guess what flavour it is."

"this game sounds like it sucks."

you saw the face he was making through the phone screen, a chuckle slipping past your lips, his expression akin to a disgusted cat.

"so i'll put a random one on, then you're gonna kiss me." his face lit up and he turned instantly upon hearing kissing was involved, ready to let you start.

"kuna, you've still gotta see what flavours there are," you reminded, giggling at his eagerness.

"don't need to."

the moment you asked him to turn back around, he leaned over the center console, kissing you far longer than necessary.

you pushed sukuna back slightly, earning a soft grunt from him.

"you've still gotta guess, silly."

you watched excitedly, the suspense growing, ready to hear his guess.

only for you to realize he had an expression of pure obliviousness on.

you knew that face.

you sighed, hoping he didn't completely fail at his one and only task. "you didn't even remember to guess, did you?"

"...no."

you huffed, forcing him to turn around again to reapply it.

"okay, now guess."

his lips found yours easily again, making sure to bite down on your bottom lip, savouring the taste. (of you, not the chapstick)

"cherry."

"it's actually cherry soda."

"that's literally the same thing."

"nope," you insisted, stifling a laugh at how riled up he looked already.

"my turn," you declared, turning around, covering your eyes.

he applied the product, grimacing at the strong artificial scent.

"turn around," he ordered.

you initiated the kiss this time, pulling away far too fast for sukuna's liking.

"hmm.. strawberry twist?"

"how'd you-"

"yay! okay, your turn."

he grumbled at your enthusiasm, complying either way.

when he kissed you a second time, he was determined to get it correct this time around.

"blue raspberry."

"wrong, it's blue raspberry sour tangy explosion," you corrected with a completely straight face.

"that cannot be true."

he took the little cylinder balm from you, narrowing his eyes as he read the label and realized you weren't kidding.

"how the hell was i meant to guess that?"

"should've read the labels," you pointed out, snickering.

"whatever."

after a couple more makeout sessions and multiple failed attempts from sukuna, he'd given up.

"this game is fuckin' rigged."

"you're just bad at it."

it was taking everything in you to hold back another giggle. "okay, juustt one more-"

he cut you off, kissing you silent before you could continue speaking.

"no more," he urged, pressing you further against the door panel with ease, his large hands encircling your waist.

he smashed his lips against yours once hastily, this time with a different sort of need. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, sloppily tangling with yours.

he paused for a moment, his breathing ragged.

he entwined his fingers in yours to grab the chapstick out of your hand, dropping it in the glove compartment.

"besides, you taste sweeter without it, yeah?"

well, you knew without a doubt the camera would capture whatever happens next !

Your heart was pounding, the roaring in your ears deafening as you continued to speed walk down the pavement of Shibuya. The men behind you were keeping pace, staying close enough not to lose you, but far enough to remain suspicionless.

You clutched your bag tighter, trying to make your stride longer, hoping to blend into the large crowds as you continued a route that led you back to Shibuya crossing. 

The setting sun was a mirror to your impending doom, if they were still following you once the darkness of the night blanketed the city, you were likely never going home. If you had to walk all night you would, it certainly beat the alternative of never seeing the light of day again.

The largest of the trio of men following you popped out of a side street, positioning himself closer than any had been so far. If he so  much as reached his arm out, he could close it around you and that would be it.

You could feel the sweat sliding down your temples, despite the cooler weather. Your mind was screaming at you to do something, anything, to keep this man from grabbing you as you saw him inch impossibly closer.

That’s when you saw him, the largest man you’d ever seen, standing on the corner waiting for the crosswalk to greenlight. He was wearing a tight black shirt, showing off his broad, muscled frame and those intimidating tattoos that covered his arms. His black baggy jeans sitting low on his hips and black combat boots peaking from beneath the hem added to his persona.

You weren’t sure what led you to do this, maybe his pink hair, but your instincts told you he was safe. You thought he would easily scare off these men with one look, so you shouted, calling out to him with a wave.

He turned with a frown on his face, showcasing the tattoos spanning across most of his face. His crimson eyes were assessing you as he pulled a wired earbud out of the ear closest to you.

You gave him the brightest smile you could muster, a pleading look in your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck, jumping into him. 

“I finally found you!” You kept your voice loud and clear, hoping the man behind you continued walking. The stranger was stiff beneath you, as he closed one arm tentatively around your waist, keeping you off the ground. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was a gruff rasp in your ear, despite the fact he was playing along with you.    

“There are men following me,” you whispered back, watching over his shoulder as the man who was behind you continued walking. “Please act like you know me.”

He huffed out a breath filled with annoyance, “Fine.”

When he set you on your feet again, you pulled back finally getting a good look at his face. You were stunned for a second, admiring his strong, handsome features. He was so unique looking and probably the hottest man you’d ever seen. 

You offered him a sheepish smile, before taking his large hand in yours, it was warm and rough, adding to his hotness, “Where are we heading?”

“It’s a surprise,” he gave you a sly smile, flashing his perfect teeth. 

The moment the crosswalk greenlit you were off again, dragging him for half a second before his long stride matched yours. You faked a look at him, glancing past his shoulder for any signs of the men. One of them was still trailing far behind so you kept your hand in his as you flashed him a smile. 

“I guess you should lead the way,” you laughed weakly as you slowed your step to let him set the pace and direction. 

How you found yourself in this situation after a failed first date, the only explanation was it was just your luck. You only decided to stay out to make the best of what was left of the day after your date spent the entire time talking about himself and berating you after you offered any information about yourself. You were in a respectable career for your age, you lived by yourself, but you always kept that piece of information tucked away. You were pretty healthy. You only occasionally splurged on items for your apartment or wardrobe, so you were mostly wise with money. The only reason he thought he had something on you was his family name and being in a position he all but admitted was handed to him.  

All you wanted to do was to browse some shops, hoping to clear your mind and then maybe pick up a few things you needed for your apartment before heading home and taking the hottest shower of your life. Of course all of that hit the fan the moment you caught sight of the first man following you. At first you thought maybe it was a coincidence, there were plenty of people out right now and he could easily be heading in a similar direction. Your panic started to set in when another man joined him, still following you even after you completed a full circle. 

When the third man appeared, you were full on panicking as you rushed yourself back to Shibuya crossing. If this stranger you were currently holding hands with turned out to be worse than those guys following you, then you’d have to accept your fate. It would be fitting, all things considered. 

You had to admit, your intuition was hardly ever wrong and not once since you jumped into his arms had you felt unsafe. If anything most of your worries fell away as you walked in silence further away from the reality you almost faced. Best case scenario you were free of the men and got to go home and sleep everything off. Worst case, maybe this guy would pick up where they left off. 

When you stopped in front of yakitori-ya you finally focused on everything around you again. You scolded yourself because if this guy was going to kidnap you, you’d made it entirely too easy as you zoned out the entire walk here. You guessed it was a good sign your hand was still in his and you were still alive, and if you had to look on the bright side, being able to zone out around him meant your instincts were further proving he was safe. 

“Get whatever you want,” his voice was calm, the deep baritone of it settled in your bones as you furrowed your brows.

“I’ll pay for my food,” you dropped his hand, fumbling around your purse for your wallet before he firmly grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together again. A wave of warmth rushed through your body as you looked at him, stunned.

“Why would you pay for anything?” He grumbled, his frown settling across his face like it was a familiar expression. It probably was given everything you’d gathered about him in the past twenty minutes or so.

“I owe you,” you gestured between the two of you, clearly not understanding what wasn’t clicking for him.

He gave a long sigh, like you were the one being ridiculous, “Just order, woman.”

“Woman?” You pulled back, getting a better look at another one of his sly grins. You huffed, snatching your hand away as you crossed your arms, waiting in line in silence.

After you got your food from the takeout window you both settled into a mindless walk while eating the skewers. It wasn’t so bad being around him, even if he was kind of a brute, you found you didn’t dislike it. Somehow he made it work, rather than coming off as misogynistic like this one blond guy you went out with once who wore winged eyeliner and said something along the lines of women belong serving men. 

The stranger broke the silence first after you dropped your empty trays in the trash, “Why’d you pick me to come up to?”

“Honestly, I don’t really even know,” you laughed lightly. “I think my mind figured picking someone who was scarier looking than the people following me was a good idea.”

“Oh so I’m scary looking?” He gazed down at you, lifting one of his brows. You realized how much larger he was than you as you looked up at him, he was so tall and clearly worked out regularly. 

“Don’t be dense,” you rolled your eyes, earning a quick poke to the cheek.

“Watch it,” he warned and you found yourself grinning up at him, feeling the argumentative side of you peeking through.

“Or what?” You challenged.

“I think you know what,” he stopped, bringing his body closer to you and lowering his face. “And I think that’s why you’re acting like this.”

“Acting like what?” You feigned innocence, placing a hand against your chest.

He gripped your chin in his hand, his voice low and promising, “A fucking brat.” 

“Am I?” You batted your lashes at him.

“You know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.

“Well, I think I owe you for saving me,” your voice was sultry as you trailed your hand up his strong biceps.

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Those were your famous last words that led to Ryomen Sukuna (you this learned on the way to his place) pounding into you ruthlessly.

“Look at you, helpless while you take it,” his voice was rough against your neck, a sharp bite following that had you moaning even louder. “Fucking slut,” he grunted against your ear as he fucked you with long, deep strokes.

You were currently pressed against the wall in his entryway, legs thrown over his arms as he supported your full weight. You hardly made it inside before he had your clothes off and his huge cock shoving inside your sopping wet cunt. Your nails were clawing against his back every time he slammed upwards, his tip bullying the deepest parts of you.

“Oh god-” you moaned, slipping a hand into his hair and yanking roughly.

“I prefer Ryomen,” he gave you the sexiest grin before shoving his tongue into your mouth, claiming your mouth just as ruthlessly as his cock claimed pussy. When he pulled back slightly to spit in your mouth you moaned, noticing that he was watching as it slid down your chin.

The lewd sounds that filled the apartment would’ve made anyone blush, you were so wet you were practically dripping down his cock. You were completely helpless, as he fucked you stupid, your mind empty except for the overwhelming sensation of him.

“Harder- fuck-” you whined, clenching around him as he gave you exactly what you asked for. The frames hanging on the wall rattled every time he roughly thrust into you.

“You like being fucked like a slut?” His degrading tone had your pussy growing even wetter as he suddenly dropped your feet to the floor and spun you around. When he shoved you roughly against the wall you moaned, arching back against him. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your words cut off by his cock slamming back inside of you. One of his big hands fisted your hair, pulling your neck back allowing him to spit into your mouth again. His other drifted around your hip, finding your clit and rubbing circles over it as he continued to slam into you.

“Begging for my cock,” he hummed in your ear. “After you begged for my help earlier,” his fingers were working your clit quickly, the combination of his cock rubbing against the spot deep inside of you had you spiraling quickly. “Are you always this fucking needy?” 

“No-” your words choked on a moan as he pinched your clit roughly, the pain mixing with the pleasure overriding everything.

“Don’t tell me you’re so cockdrunk you can’t answer me?” He tugged against your hair as he began rubbing your clit again, working quick circles against you as he focused on hitting all the spots inside you.

“I can-” you babbled.

“Try again,” he pinched your clit, almost causing your orgasm to crash through you. The white hot pleasure fading quickly as he worked soft strokes against it, building it up again slowly. 

“Oh Ryo-” you moaned when he hit a particularly deep thrust, arching your back further as you tried to take him deeper. His soft strokes against your clit were maddening as you sat on the edge of your climax.

“Try harder,” he tsked, yanking your hair.

“It’s you,” you whined. “All for you.”

“There you go,” the pressure of his fingers increased as his mouth lowered to your ear. “Come,” his command had your orgasm cresting, your cries filling the small entry way as you came hard on his cock, tears spilling down your cheeks.

His fingers wouldn’t let up, his pace not faltering even as you tried to push away, the overstimulation too much. “It’s too much,” you moaned. 

His hand shoved your head against the wall as his fingers continued to bully your clit. You could feel another orgasm building deep inside of you as he continued fucking you.

“Might have to make you mine,” he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic.

“W-what?” You stammered, moaning as he angled himself deeper inside of you. Your eyes rolled back, you could hardly hear what he said next.

“Taking me like you were made for me,” he grunted as you clenched around him. “Wanna be mine huh?”

“I don’t know-” you moaned, his hand leaving your hair to close around your hip, shoving you down against him.

“Fucking liar,” he hissed, rubbing his fingers harshly against your clit. “This pussy’s mine.”

“Yes- all yours-” you moaned, his fingers working you quickly as he practically impaled you on his cock.

“Come for me again, fucking brat,” you came with a scream, it was quickly muffled by his mouth pressing against yours. His tongue bullying itself inside your mouth, swallowing all your cries.

You felt his cock twitch, before he was grunting in your mouth as he spilled warm, thick ropes of cum inside of you. He fucked you through his orgasm, drawing every last drop of cum from himself as he shoved it deep in your pussy.

When he pulled his lips away, a string of spit followed him as he looked you deeply in your eyes, “You’re mine now.”

And that sounded like the best thing in the world to you.