✧˖ DEVIL'S ADVOCATE - criminal!kuna x fem!attorney!reader (smut!!) long oneshot!
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Good morning Tokyo,
it was 8 a.m. the metropole was bustling with cars and the traffic was insane. You've been called to the office by none other than your senior, Higuruma. There's a major case awaiting you apparently. You specialized in criminal law so you were excited. With a coffee in your hands you let the elevator take you to the highest floor of the building. The office was bustling with people. You scanned their faces, how can someone be so excited at 8 a.m?
"Morning [yoursurname]" Higuruma ran into you in the hallway while carrying his own paperwork. He smelled like aftershave and coffee beans.
"morning Higu" your footsteps sync while the two of you pass the long hallways. "what's the deal with my new case suddenly?" you ask him.
"i assigned you another difficult case, i know you're capable. I want you to prove it to your seniors" The two of you walk into his office.
"how difficult are we talking?" you ask him
"second degree murder" he pushes some report file across the table to you. You eye it for a second before actually palming it. It wasn't the actual file of the case...
Higuruma told you that all the paperwork the firm recieved off your client was on your desk. Your heels click through the hall while you sigh making your way to your office.
Opening the wooden door you close it shut with your hip. You hang your coat before walking over to your desk. There were the documents just like your senior told you.
"Ryomen Sukuna..." You read the clients personal information to yourself. That's when you realized you heard his name somewhere.
That's right.
Ryomen, the name of Tokyo's underground wealthy clan, kinda like the Yakuza but even wealthier and it is some family oriented bad business. You did already treat a case that was tangled in this one's business. You even attended a few of the trials.
You return to Sukuna's picture. A pinkish haired guy, face tattoos here and there that ran down his neck. You stare at his file some more before putting aside to focus on more important matters.
"let's get to work" you give your body a huge stretch before rolling the sleeves of your button up shirt.
Soon noon turned to evening. You typed on your computer, finished files, scheduled appointments, called your clients the entire day. That's what most non busy days looked like in the office.
A knock on your office door made you look up from your worm filled desk for once. It wasn't Higuruma, he leaned against the door frame. "i'll get going, dinner still on for tomorrow?" he pops his head to you.
"of course" you chuckle tiredly. You were looking foward to have dinner with Shoko, Nanami and Higu. The four of you hang out every week when none of you are busy — as if being busy would stop the four of you of getting drunk on a Friday night...
Just like that the brunet left the office. You were on closing duty tonight...
You actually enjoyed working late, for some reason it made you extremely productive. The office was spotless and silent contrasting it from the busy work hours. You were refilling some decaf coffee in the office kitchen before making your way back to your office.
Kicking the door close you immediately realized that you weren't alone. The air was heavy and the door wasn't the way you had left it. You almost let the coffee burn your skin as you flinched lightly. Ryomen was sitting in your guest armchair, waiting for you as it seemed, he played around with his lighter.
His eyes met yours now, eyes so brown they appear almost red. He stared at you while processing that you're the lawyer everyone talked about. For some reason he can't stop staring, he cannot pinpoint why. Was it because your perfume blurred him like poison or because you looked like that?
You furrow your brows at him. "Mr. Ryomen?"
Ryo was shocked, he did practically run a background check on you but you had him tricked. You looked nothing like he was expecting you to. You were experienced working with criminals, you must've expected them to run background checks on you. You were completely different standing across the room than on the screen of his burner phone. He concluded that you didn't switch out pictures for that exact reason. He scans your outfit head to toe while smirking before he gets up. Your white button up had a few of the buttons undone from the comfort of your own office, black stilettos and a knee length pencil skirt that surprisingly flattered you.
You walk around, over to your desk. Both of you still observing eachother. How the hell did he get in here?
"you must've looked at my case now that you know my name" his raspy voice groaned out while taking a seat in front of your desk now.
"indeed I did, what brings you here at 10 PM mister?" you furrow your brows at him masking that you feel paranoid for some reason.
He chuckles while eyeing you, a fucking criminal broke into one of the most surveilled buildings of Tokyo. This jackass is dangerous. You cross your legs, trying to lean into the leather chair.
"as much as it is pathetic for me to say out loud. I need you as my lawyer" he admits while slouching in his seat. You watch him closely. Either you agree and you get credit and advance even further or you disagree and get killed on the spot.
"i don't have much choice do i?" you take small sips from your coffee while looking straight into the endless voids of darkness.
This was an unspoken battle of power. Who loses watch first of their opponent is a goner.
"smart girl" he smirks while watching you break the eye contact first maintaining your confident posture whatsoever. You nod indifferently at his remark keeping it professional but this man stared at you like he was about to read you like an open book.
You cross your legs opening his file again. "you murdered someone" you read outloud before looking up to meet his eyes. Pools of crimson, you never saw such an eye color...
"yes darling, i did. that's why need an experienced woman like you to help me out" he leans his forearms on his knees while staring at you. You lean back in your armchair, with an amused smirk on your face.
Words were exchanged through eyes. Eye contact that felt like centuries were passing was nothing more than seconds. Suddenly the pink haired man chuckles to himself while looking down.
"i'll be expecting a call from you tomorrow. We need to discuss my case" he orders before getting up.
Just like that, Sukuna leaves the law firm. The smell of tobacco and whiskey left along with him. Silence fills the room that was just a second ago filled with some heavy air. You glance over at the file on your desk.
You did need a more complex case, it would satisfy both you and your seniors. "well Ryomen i guess you'll be hearing from me" you mumbled to no one but yourself.
The next night:
You were getting ready to go to the bar with Shoko, Nanami and Higuruma. The day in the office was so busy. Everyone was working on their cases, coffee was still lingering in the air even after hours.
You got dressed in some bar appropriate dress that hugged you in all the right places. After having your makeup done you waited for Nanami to pick you up who insisted to do so. He texted you when he arrived, you took the elevator to the garage.
"you look beautiful" he was leaned on the car while on his phone. Heels clicking on the pavement as you approach him. You smirk, "don't look so bad yourself Kento"
He chuckled before opening the passenger door for you. You thank him sliding in. The car smelled like him, sophisticated and clean.
Some muffled songs played while the car crossed the bridge to the outskirts of Tokyo.
Shoko and Higuruma were already in the bar when you and Nanami arrived. The smoking brunette smirked before pulling you in a hug, you haven't seen her in a hot minute. Doctors are as busy as lawyers after all.
Higu greets you with a side hug before the four of you get comfortable in the seats. The bar was straight out of a Wong Kar Wai movie. Red and greenish tones dominated the place.
You reminisce your uni days while talking to them. It's like the students in their early 20s still lingered around.
The bar soon started to fill with more and more customers. You were on your second drink, sitting next to Nanami who made you laugh the entire night – he always does. Nanami drops all seriousness the minute a drop of alcohol meets his lips.
The three of you laugh. You look around laughing when suddenly your eyes drop on someone who seemingly stared at your grinning face up until now.
There he was, dressed in black some bottle girls surround his table in the centre of the room of course. Drink in hand while staring at you, like literally fixated on you. Your smile fades slowly before you avert your eyes from him. Your heart literally thumped in your throat when realized that you forgot to give him that call.
Staring back up at him, he puffed on his cigar while he practically eyefucks you in that short black dress of yours.
You quickly glance at your friends, if any one of them sees a psychopath gawking in your direction. Thankfully Higu and Shoko had their backs turned to him. You weren't worried for Nanami who was sitting next to you because he doesn't know about your case yet.
"excuse me" you get up from the table. "want me to come with you?" asked Shoko while her soft hands brush against your wrist.
"no bae enjoy yourself" you wink before walking away from the table. The girl buys your justification before the three order one more round of drinks including for you.
You pass by Sukuna's table, your black cherry perfume met his nostril while his gaze never left you for a second of the night. He analyzed your outfit and your body language. You glance over your shoulder for him to get the idea before making your way out of the room.
Sukuna chuckles to himself before chugging his drink down. He follows you shortly after.
Ryo walked over to you with hands in his pockets, spotting you on the rooftop tugged away from the public eye while fishing a cigarette out of your pack. He found himself staring at the way your outfit hugged you in all the right places the entire night long.
He watches throw your head back after realizing you forgot your lighter. A hand suddenly appears in front of you while drawing a flame. You look up at him towering over you.
Smirking you accept him lighting your cigarette for you.
"you usually gawk at people?" you mutter while looking at Tokyo shining in the distance. He chuckles before leaning onto the rail too. "look love i was hoping for your call. but you never did"
"well that's why we're here now" you stand up straight before glancing at him. "come by the office tomorrow" you suggest while puffing the smoke out.
He chuckles at you ordering him around "let's go right now" he faces you again. You stare at him before snorting. "the office is locked at this hour" you finish your cigarette.
"well then my place it is" he suggests like it is nothing.
He turns to look at your disturbed face. Your brows furrow at him. "you have any other suggestions. Miss Lawyer?" his sensual dark voice subsumes you.
"fine let's go" you sigh giving in letting him lead the way out. He chuckles before taking you to the underground garage.
This must be the part where he kills you...
You stop in front of a black matte motorcycle. Sukuna watches your 'are you serious rn' expression furrow your brows at him.
"i'm not getting on that... especially not with you" you scoff out loud.
"wow, touché" he holds his chest before giving you a spare helmet. Without a word he sits on the bike while waiting for your contemplating self to sit down as well.
"get on, i'll take good care of you. I promise" he smirks provocatively. Oh he knows what he's doing. You roll your eyes at the cocky bastard before sitting behind him.
Your hands stop midway before hugging his waist.
What the hell am i getting myself into?
You had texted the groupchat that you had to go home because you got your period and how your stomach was hurting you blah blah blah. Thankfully the trio bought your quite smart excuse.
Sukuna dashed down the road, you mentally cursed at yourself if you get arrested with this jackass. That would looks so damn wrong. The two of you were on the bridge connecting Tokyo with the outskirts. Even while wearing the helmet your hair flew all around. You smirk as you can feel his abs tense up while he speeds off.
You rest your head on his back while the city lights fade in and out on the street. The bike halts on a red light. "where to princess?" you hear him through the roaring engine.
"don't call me that" you spat before actually giving him the directions to your home. You instructed him to take you home instead of his place.
It feels so wrong, everything about this does. You should never bring your clients to your home. Nor should you be riding on their bike at 11 PM.
Yet here we are...
The two of you walk into your place, you turn the lights on while the pink haired Lucifer follows behind you like some Shinigami.
You open the door of your home office letting him step in first. Your home office was way smaller than the one in your law firm. Sukuna follows in shortly after.
Your heels hit on the ground while you turn on the light of your office. "come in" you open the door.
The man wanders around while glancing at your diploma and paintings. You take off your coat before taking a seat at your desk. You slouch in the seat, these heels were killing you, but you have to remain in professional attire. Sukuna chuckles to himself as he watches the discomfort on your features.
"you don't want to take that off?" Sukuna stares at your clothes while taking a seat across from you.
"no don't worry, i'll manage" you pour water in glasses for the both of you.
"if you say so Miss Lawyer" he smirks while watching you take out his file from your drawer. You were studying his case a lot he discovers.
The two of you work on the case, he answers you everything that you ask from A to Z. You were in that office for two hours already. It was getting hot and you were growing tired.
Even Sukuna tugged on his tie to loosen it. You couldn't help but sneak a look on his tattoos. This he noticed obviously.
He watched your low drained eyes stare at his partially covered tattoos. You snap out of your daze to focus on the work again.
"want to look at them?" he tilts his head. You looked up from your notes again. Furrowing your brows. The air felt ten times heavier that it previously was.
"no Ryomen, we shouldn't be doing this at all this is a mistake-"
"what is? you and me working on my case? plus no one will see us. We're in the comfort of your little home" he smirks and you sigh while getting up. You lean your arms on each side of the table.
You stare at him while lighting another cigarette. You throw him the pack to have one as well.
"well i guess i do have to get to know my clients" you smirk while walking around the table in front of him. Sukuna accepts a cigarette that you threw at him, he lights it and leaves it in the ashtray as if it were some incense stick.
His veiny hands brush past your legs by accident apparently as he returned them to his side. You watch him unbutton his shirt, while he watched your reaction. Either you were always this indifferent about stuff or you were hiding your nervousness from him.
The air felt suffocating around the two of you. You cross your arms while leaning your ass against your desk.
Your eyes meet his for an instant before he unbuttoned his blouse all the way. The air was drunken and heavy, you could smell his cologne from how close you stood. The tattoos were jaw dropping, works of art basically. He slowly gets up letting you look. You glance at his absolutely jacked body.
"that's the logo of your gang?" you step even closer, examining the familiar logo of a gang you worked on previously.
"i killed a traitor that slaughtered half of my men. He even killed their families" he confessed while looking down at you. He watches you nod taking in the information he gave you.
Your fingers trace the tattoo on his chest befor you could even grasp what you were doing. You stars back up at him, unintentionally giving him the doe eyes.
Standing close was an understatement, you could basically feel his breath hit your hairline as well as the heat that radiated off his body.
He watches you the entire time, his crimson eyes fucking you. He watches your careful touches as if you were testing the waters. Your cold fingers travel over to the other tattoos, a fallen angel. You look up at him, his lids were heavy while he stared down at you.
holy shit.
Shaking your head you step back. "sorry" You push your hair back while walking back to your desk. "we'll continue tomorrow."
Kuna almost laughs out loud at the change of heart. Just seconds ago you were pressing into his skin and now you left him there standing shirtless as you took the warmth with you.
"I'll call you to schedule something" You jott down nonsense on a piece of paper - anything to avoid his gaze. A raspy chuckle leaves his lips before he starts walking out the door after he buttoned his shirt back up.
"night Y/n"
Once he's out the door you felt yourself breathe properly again. "what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Three days later:
The day of the first trial has arrived. You were in the car with Higuruma who was your supervisor. Various news reporters were scattered on the steps in front of the courthouse. They were bombarding you with questions about Ryomen when you stepped out.
Your heels click on the ground while you approach the courtroom. Making your way into the courtroom you notice that the judge and the jury were slowly setting up.
There he was, dressed in a black Armani suit. You meet Sukunas eyes, whom you haven't seen ever since that tattoo incident. Three days ago. He smirks while you indifferently acknowledge him – keeping up with that professional facade. Higu takes a seat behind you with your other supervisors.
"you're avoiding me" his raspy voice whispers in your direction. He took the chance to do so as you were focused on the papers in front of you instead of him. Sukuna was thinking about you nonstop, even though he'd rather die than to say that out loud. The way your hands innocently touched his chest made him wonder a lot of things he probably shouldn't.
You glare at him. The last thing you need is your seniors suspecting your connection with a criminal. Sukuna smirks, obviously amused by your attitude. He slouches in his seat while admiring your outfit.
You look through his file again, casually sneaking glances at the judge just in case she sees the way your client was staring at you. The entire trial you could feel Sukuna's heat and the growing tension next to you. His knee would also brush against yours accidentally.
The first hearing went by smoothly yet you felt drained, you were nonstop talking. Your throat literally dried out. At the end of the first hearing session, you got praised by your seniors and supervisors. They praised you, saying you were getting even better case by case.
The judge dismissed the first hearing after hitting the gavel.
Higu and you were gathered in the hall of the courthouse with your seniors. They were still praising you for your first big performance as a lawyer defending your third murder case. You sipped on water that Higu had refilled for you when out of a sudden you get a text...
'meet me by the bathrooms we need to talk. Tell them a friend will drop you off ;)'
Sukuna of course...
You scoff to yourself while watching your screen black out again. "you wish" you think to yourself.
But at the same time, the curiosity was getting the best of you. You curse at your stupid mind before muttering an excuse to your colleagues. Higuruma eyes you in a certain way and you tried your hardest not to look a slight bit suspicious.
"text me when you get home" he smiles before patting your head playfully. You laugh before your heels click down the hall.
You found him leaned against the wall while smoking. The bathrooms were situated by the backdoor so no one would really see you but still the paranoia grew over your shoulder. You sigh while tapping your heels on the ground. He looks up with that usual smirk. "what do you want Ryomen?" you sigh.
"we need to discuss something." he explains while rubbing the cigarette out on the ashtray. "what?" you snap while leaning on the opposite wall. You just wanted to disappear under the covers and sleep the night away. You've been on heels ever since 12 PM, it's been six hours already.
"we cannot talk here darling, let me take you somewhere"
You were about to protest but his veiny hands took your wrist leading you out the backdoor. This time there was a sportscar waiting for you. "you're going to be the death of me" you sigh. He unlocked his car and got in. You quickly look around before getting jnto his sportscar. Sukuna sure had a lot of money, he was even allowed to quarantine from home before getting arrested. You put your seatbelt on and he dashes down the street. You glare at him and he smirks after noticing. "what?" his groany voice rasps.
"do you know what trouble this can get us if we get caught?" you cross your arms while looking out the window.
"don't worry angel, i won't let them"
For whatever reason, your stupid stomach did backflips at this. You pinch your nose bridge to distract yourself from him and his cologne. After a while the car stops in a underground parking garage. You get out of the car while looking around. There were several other cars parked around. "your cars?" you ask passing by each. "yes" he watches you admire them with his hands in the pockets of his suit.
He then leads the way up to his penthouse...
of course he has a damn penthouse...
You took your coat off after stepping in his penthouse. The breathtaking view of Tokyo immediately steals your attention. You stand in front of the enormous windows. Sukuna's footsteps follow behind you. He sinks into the couch after taking off his suit jacket.
Loosening his tie he stares up at the ceiling, he looked dangerously delicious. You cross your arms not believing at this atrocious audacity. The clouds were darkening outside slowly. It was about to rain and the penthouse was dimming as well, Sukuna had not turned on any lights.
You walk up to him crossing your arms while watching him sinked into his leather couch. He opens his eye meeting yours. "you're unbelievable." you shake your head while he doesn't answer.
Yet something in his eyes darkens. "Dragging me here to show off?" you scoff continuing. With a swift pull, he pulls you onto his lap. You're too shoked to process anything.
"Ryomen what the fuck-"
"calm down geez, why so feisty." He stares at you with low eyes.
His hand was dangerously close to your face. He brushes a hair out of your face. The two of you stare at each other, his eyes look at your eyes before they drop to your lips.
Air thickened, tension tightened, breath quickened.
The next thing you know is you pull him into a kiss by his loosened tie...
His hands immediately drop off your shoulders to your waist to grab your ass. He kisses you back while pulling your hips directly above his already hardened dick.
What the fuck am i doing?
But why does it feel so damn good. You stop kissing him, looking at his hungry gaze. He looked like a hot mess. Eyes bore into you.
Sorry judge, but i'm about to break some rules...in the name of law.
You pull him into again and this time he hold your hips pulling you closet to him. Feeling a buldge you smirk against the kiss.
He bites down on your lip and you whine before opening your mouth for him. The makeout session got heated in a milisecond. The kisses traveled from the mouth down to your unbuttoned shirt. You decide to push him further, running your hands down his chest while grinding slowly. His hands squeeze the flesh of your ass through your skirt.
It was like a fight for dominance.
His hand brushes your shoulders before he starts unbuttoning your blouse. You whimper while you ride him. You could feel your underwear soak.
He stops kissing you, the saliva that connects the two of you snaps in half as he looks at your hungry eyes. He had never seen such a hot look on any of the various women he fucked. His hands had successfully unbuttoned your blouse.
He stared at you with a smirk. He had a hot girl sitting pretty in his lap, her tits in a lacy bra, while the blouse slowly slipped down her shoulders. Her plump lips parted as she breathed heavy, her eyes desiring for him.
He grabs you by the back of your neck to pull you in a kiss again.
The rain hitting the windows was symphonizing with your synchronized heavy breathing and sloppy kisses.
"fuck Y/n" Sukuna has had enough of the teasing, he picks you up swiftly, carrying you to his bedroom. A dark colored room, traditional Japanese architecture accents here and there. A small lampshade illuminated the bedroom.
He plops you down on the bed, before towering over you. He kisses your lips before he leads them down to your neck.
He stops kissing- stares at your slightly flushed cheeks. "tell me to stop before i fuck your brains out" his brows furrow while he watches your hand slide down his chest.
"what if i want you to fuck me?" your voice sensual, it immediately sends shivers down his spine making his dick twitch in his pants. No point in bitching out now, right? Plus you kinda needed some sort of stress relief.
You watch the way his eyes darken before he slams his lips on yours again. The pressure was ten times harder, he ran his hands all over you. Feeling every inch of your body.
You take off your blouse fully before unbuttoning his top too. Soon enough you were met with the same scenery from three nights ago. Beautiful tattoos as well as muscles.
He swiftly takes off your pencil skirt seeing that you wore stockings caused him to spiral. The urge to be destroyed by you was equally present as the urge to destroy you.
"fuck woman" he licks his lips after seeing you in expensive lacy lingerie under him. He begins kissing you down your chest, he harshly pulls the bra off. It unclasps at his harshness, you glare at him for almost ripping it to pieces.
He stares at your hard nipples, groaning before he sucks on them. "ugh Sukuna" he feels your back arch against him.
Your pretty moans and whimpers filled his room before he even really got down on you. "use my name babydoll" he licks before biting down on the rosy tissue.
"ah- Ryomen" you pull on his pink hair. His second hand travels down to your soaked clothed pussy. He pinches your clit through the lace making you groan. His kisses travel down your stomach to your hipbones, leaning up on your elbows you watch him. You whimper feeling him kiss your clothed cunt before he takes your panties off with his teeth.
He parts your thighs even more before licking a strip of your juices. "fuck you taste so good" he pushes three fingers in your entrance while he licks and sucks you dry.
You tie your legs around his head pulling him in closer. Your hands find their way in his hair. He groans against your clit sending vibrations on it. "fuck Ryomen" you moan softly.
"sit on my face" Kuna demands while switching positions with you. His muscles pick you up swiftly placing you on his abs, your juices drip on it.
"what?" you never sat on someone's face before. Sukuna somehow reads it out of you. He grabs you by the waist and before he places you on his mouth he winks at you seductively. "don't worry angel, i'll guide you"
You sigh before sitting down on him. His nose breathed on your hypersensitive clit. You feel his tongue work on you.
Ryo feels you grind on his tongue while your whimpers, groans and moans fill his bedroom. Let's hope the walls don't talk...
His hand kneads your soft thighs while your waist dances on his tongue. "fuck Ryo i'm close" you whine out while throwing your head back.
"cum on my tongue" he demands against your sex. You nod, pressing down harder while grinding. His hands slap your ass harshly in a possessive way.
You reach your orgasm, and he sucks all your cum. Savoring it. Sitting up on his bed he lets you fall down onto his lap. Your neck was exposed to him while you caught your breath. He sucks on your sweet spot before kissing on your collarbone.
"fuck me Ryo" your eyes burn desire into him. Say less, he thinks while letting you take off his belt. He takes off his pants before letting his cock spring free from his briefs. Holy shit he's huge. He smirks seeing the concern on your angelic features.
About to put you under him, your hand stops him from doing so. He looks up, awaiting an explanation.
"you should let me ride, i'm helping you on your case after all" your sensually whisper in his ear, your lips brushing kisses on his earlobe occasionally.
"oh?" His eyes darken, his grip on your hips tightened. You nod while bitting down on your lip as if you were suppressing a smirk. "mhm" you say.
"well then, let me see you ride miss Lawyer" he provokes with a fake pitiful expression on his handsome features. Putting your hands on his broad shoulders you position yourself on his hard cock. The two of you moan out in union letting your walls adjust around his length for a second.
He leans on the headboard while you start to grind your hips on him. His hands on your ass while he presses you down him. "ugh Ryo" he loved hearing your sultry voice moan out his name.
Your hands lace around the back of his neck. You pull him closer, feeling the dick twitch inside of you. His eyes darkened as they watched you turn into a fucking beast – a literal succubus. You had the time of your life riding him. Moaning while looking at him straight in his eyes.
Your mascara was messed up, yet somehow it made the show serene to him.
Were you really the angelic looking stubborn lawyer from a few days ago, or had Lucifer lured you to the pits of hell?
"ugh fuck, Ryomen. You make me feel so damn good" you groan out. He feels himself get closer to cumming, as if he had no fucking control over himself.
Tch, you're pathetic Ryomen. Thirsting over some woman? his alter ego judged him in his mind. He could feel your insides squeeze around him, meaning you were close too.
He turns your positions, caging you on the mattress under him. "fuck you i was so close" you glare at him complaining. He scoffs before slapping your ass hard. "you had enough fun, let me fuck you now" he snarls before slamming his lips onto yours.
Hungry, and pure of lust is the way to describe the way he handled you right now. He pulls both of your legs up on his shoulders. Hands on your hips, he pounds on you hard but slow. Indirectly helping you adjust to the harshness.
Soon enough the sound of skin clashing together quickens up. You were moaning louder than you ever have. He hit you in all the right places. You watch the way his sweat drips down his body like gold.
To make your screams louder, being a sadist himself, Sukuna hugs you while pounding into you harder. Your nails were on his skin, scratching his tattooed back you were screaming as your back arched like a cat.
He fucked you raw and hard like an animal. Making your eyes roll as he took you to heaven and back. "fuck i'm going to cum" you groan.
"me too angel, cum on my dick" he slaps your ass, you were convinced that you'll be left with dark bruises the next morning.
Sure enough the two of you cum at the same time, his forehead leans onto yours while the tow of you catch your breaths. His cock twitches in your pussy, as his heavy breathing slows down.
Without a warning Sukuna moves his dick out of you, letting the cum slip out of you. You wince at his touch on your hip.
Trying to move, you were immediately humbled because your legs hurt like a bitch. "ah shit" you fall back onto the bed.
The pink haired mobster walks back with a wet towel in his hands. He chuckles after hearing you struggle to get up. He stands over you, admiring you underneath him, your brows were furrowed in discomfort.
"spread." he demands. You roll your eyes obeying him, he spreads your legs even more before cleaning his cum off you. You watch the way his brows furrow in concentration.
He walks back to the bathroom, you take that as a sign to leave. Just some stress relief you told yourself. No use in staying. You bite down on your tongue as your legs burn with every step you took.
You pick up your bra and panties, putting them on. You picked up your blouse about to hurry out of the penthouse when out of a sudden a muscular hand stops you on your arm.
"where do you think you're going?" his voice dripped in venom and hostility. You turn to face him, brow raised. What the hell? why is he stopping me?
"home, where else?"
"and how do you expect to do that?" he looks down at your wobbly legs that were covered in stockings.
"well you know there's something called an uber." you sarcastically explain. You were dreading to just go home. He doesn't smile a single bit. His eyes were scolding you instead of his words.
"no the fuck you aren't."
"excuse me?!" you furrow your brows at him, crossing your arms across your chest. Bad idea, Sukuna swallowed while glancing at your breast pushed up in that lacy bra.
"you heard me. you're staying the night. i'm not letting you out in this state" he watches you with that indifferent expression but you could sense the smirk in his voice and eyes. He brushes a lock behind your ear.
He's got a point...
Yet your stubborn ass won't let him be in the right no matter what. You turn in your heel, about to walk out his bedroom no matter what. But he swiftly picks you up, throwing you over your shoulder, while slapping your ass.
"are you going to listen or do you want me to fuck that attitude out of you again?"
part 2?
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[ A/N: geez my angels. Here's a pov i posted on tiktok but i polished it and wrote out the smut fully. Hope you enjoyed!! i feel i write smut awkwardly...]
