#theruse

"Mhm," you hum, quite frankly too tired for words as you glance back at Dog. Sukuna follows your gaze, reaching out to ruffle the sleepy pup’s head.

"Go unlock the door," he says, gesturing with a jerk of his head. "I’ll carry him."

You meet his eyes, momentarily lost in those red depths as he offers you that damning smirk before arching his slit brow.

It takes until your heart starts beating funny before you tear yourself away with a huff, opening the door only to be immediately smacked in the face by a gust of chilly rain that leaves you squinting.

Ducking your head, you make a break for it through the downpour, leaping up the three steps just to get under the shelter of the porch.

The motion sensor lights up as you hover at the door, numb fingers shaking from the cold as you fiddle with your key ring, mumbling curses under your breath until you manage to find the one with a winking cat.

The moment you shove the door open, Sukuna is right behind you, holding the whimpering, soaked pup in his arms as you both step onto the welcome mat in the entryway.

Instantly, a rush of warm air hits you, carrying with it the scent of vanilla from your plug in diffuser and the lavender candle you forgot to blow out this morning. You flick on the hall light, stepping out of your shoes briskly while your brain mentally apologizes profusely to every firefighter on the planet.

"Take off your boots and bring him this way," you mumble, waving him in as he kicks the door shut behind him just as you disappear around the corner.

You feel like an exhausted chicken with its head cut off as you scurry about, raiding the hall closet and then your bedroom for towels, blankets, a couple of pillows. Pretty much anything soft and fluffy that you think will make an excellent dog bed before you dump it onto the living room rug.

All the while, Sukuna says nothing. He just stands there with Dog in his arms, dripping rainwater onto your hardwood floor while his eyes slowly take in your place.

Your house is a simple open design with a cottage core aesthetic you’ve always wanted, making it feel warm and cozy. Bright walls, light wood, a large kitchen that opens right into the living room, soft neutral furniture, oversized windows, and a big brick fireplace that takes up most of the far wall.

To the left are mounted shelves stacked with books, some you’ve actually read, others you bought on impulse because of the flashy cover, promising your best friend you’ll give Haunting Adeline a try eventually.

Succulents and cactuses are tucked into every corner and centrepiece, mostly because they’re the only plants hardy enough to survive your so called "green thumb."

The corner of Sukuna’s mouth twitches once as he takes in the bare walls...

Not one photo, anywhere.

"Hmph," he grunts under his breath, just as you wave him over, patting the bed with one hand while holding a cone with the other.

"You’re not putting that on him," Sukuna grumbles as he takes a knee to set the drowsy dog down.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you’re not, it looks dumb."

You scoff, shaking your head as Dog glances nervously between the both of you squared up in a glare off.

"I’m the professional here, Ryōmen," you spit as he snorts, running a hand through his wet hair.

"Yeah? And he's mine," he retorts, gesturing to the pup staring up at him all doe eyed. "Besides, how the hell is he going to lick stitches on the side of his face."

"He has paws you idiot," you snap, pointing at said toe beans equipped with the weapons in question before securing the cone around Dog's neck.

Sukuna just cocks an eyebrow, his chest rumbling as he laughs.

"Oh yeah, real professional. You talk to all your clients like that, Doc?" he teases, still grinning as you shoot him a dirty look.

"Feel free to call that cab now," you mumble, patting Dog's bum as he lays his chin down in the blankets with a huff.

Grunting, you push yourself to your feet and wander into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab your most expensive bottle of pinot gris, because why the hell not?

Sukuna saunters over, staring down at his phone as he pulls out a stool to take a seat at the island, typing something while you're busy rummaging through the drawers for a corkscrew. 

"Looks like the closest cab is forty eight minutes," Sukuna muses, glancing up just in time to watch you awkwardly jam the screw into the top of the cork.

You muscle it out with a pop! before taking a healthy swig straight up, basking in the sour sweetness as it travels down your throat to settle in the pit of your belly.

"Really," you murmur, setting the bottle down onto the granite with a clack. "I find that hard to believe."

"It's because of the storm." Sukuna gives a half assed shrug before sliding his phone across the counter to you. "Don't believe me? Then look yourself."

You take another swig, snatching the phone up to bring the screen close to your face, squinting as you scroll.

Hmmm.... MK Taxi : 62 minutes. HT Taxi : 58 minutes. Even Uber is 48 minutes.

You just click your tongue in annoyance, sliding the phone back as he leans on his elbows, smirking up at you.

"What, you think I’d make that shit up? Don’t flatter yourself."

Sukuna chuckles as your gaze drifts over his soaked unzipped hoodie, the damp white tee sticking to his pecs like a second skin as the dark lines of his tattoos show through underneath.

When did he...? Ugh nevermind.

You sigh and thrust out your hand. "Give me your clothes."  

He tilts his head slightly, that devilish smirk only growing more smug as he leans back to cross his arms.

"Look at you being all bold."

"Piss off, it’s so I can put them in the dryer. You’re ruining my floor." You roll your eyes, gesturing for him to hand it over. "So don’t flatter yourself."

Sukuna just grunts low in one of those I don’t know if I’m annoyed or amused sounds as he relents, leaving you to enjoy the warm, fuzzy feeling of throwing his own jab right back in his face.

Rolling it into a ball, he hands it over before reaching for his shirt, peeling it off his skin. And gods help you, your mouth nearly drops. He's had more ink done as you suspected, broad black lines down his chest and abs that almost look tribal or something?

But to your surprise? The bastard pierced his nipples too.

Lifting the shirt over his head, you feel a rush of heat to your cheeks that you're quick to blame on the wine as you stand there gawking with a front row view.

Gods, you hate how good he still looks after six years. Thick through the shoulders with a broad chest you used to love falling asleep on. Heavy biceps and forearms you loved having wrapped around you. Thick waist and toned abs.

But the moment your eyes lift, your breath hitches. Dangling from his neck is a thin metal chain with a plain silver wedding ring.

"Why...?" You huff out a dry laugh as he hands you the shirt next before running a hand through his hair.

"You kept it? Why?"

He sniffs once, wiping a bead of water from his jaw before glancing down. His brow furrows slightly, jaw ticking as he looks back up at you.

"Why wouldn’t I?"

A puzzled look flashes across your features as you reach out without thinking, rolling the silver band between your fingers, your throat suddenly tight.

"Well, most divorced people would have sold it or chucked it."

You hum idly and let it fall back against his chest as he stares at you with that unreadable expression, save for the faint tension in his jaw.

"Do you still have yours?" He finally asks flatly.

You swallow thickly before taking a swig of wine, hoping the alcohol will untangle the knots in your gut. You turn away, shaking the clothes for emphasis.

"I’ll go put this in the dryer," you mumble, already making your escape. 

"What the hell am I supposed to wear in the meantime woman?" You hear him call after you as you wander down the hall, opening the laundry room door and throwing his stuff into the dryer with a wet splat.

"Give me a sec," you call back, cranking the timer to thirty five minutes.

Huffing out a brisk exhale, you disappear into your bedroom, closing the door gently behind you before leaning your back against it, tipping your head as you close your eyes, trying to steady your racing heart.

Dammit, just breathe woman and stop being stupid. He’s going to be gone after tonight...

Out of my life, forever this time.

You’ll make damn sure of it.

Sighing, you press a hand to your stomach as it knots all over again, your stupid brain torturing you with a fresh flashback of your boyfriend on that fucking pool table.

You grit your teeth, massaging your temple as your gaze happens to drift over to your nightstand.

Slowly, you wander over, your fingers rooting through a small bowl filled with tangled necklaces and earrings until they find a silver wedding band. You press your lips together, brushing the pad of your thumb along its smooth surface.

Why did I...?

"Ugh." 

You rip your hand away, dismissing the thought as you suck in an uneasy breath.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Sniffling, you wipe the wetness from your sore, red eyes as you set the bottle down, stripping out of your damp scrubs and underwear before tossing them into the laundry basket.

Butt ass naked, your skin erupts into goosebumps as you quickly towel off your wet hair and yank open your drawers, rummaging through your clothes until you settle on a pair of loose sweats and a hoodie obnoxiously branded with your class name across the front.

Big Pittie Energy.

Damn right.

Puffing out your chest, you decide you're going to channel the shit out of that right now by not bothering with a bra. Sure, morale is low but at least your girls can breathe.

Glancing around the room, you frown slightly before grabbing another towel and plucking the oversized grey fleece housecoat off the back of the bedroom door.

Grabbing the neck of the wine bottle, you inhale through your nose, filling your lungs before exhaling with a whoosh. Throwing open your bedroom door, you meander back into the kitchen.

Sukuna is still lounging at the island, elbows braced on the counter as he types on his phone, glancing up the moment you appear around the corner. His body jerks and he drops his phone with a clack, his hand snapping up to catch the towel flying at his face before the housecoat follows after it.

His brow furrows, lips downturning as he glances over it, then glares up at you.

"I'm not fucking wearing this."

"Yes, you are," you say flatly, feeling déjà vu all of a sudden. "Give me your sweats too, I’ll throw them in the dryer with the rest."

Sukuna just stares at you for a long second before his blank expression finally cracks, clicking his tongue as he stands and hooks his thumbs into his waistband.

"Bossy little thing tonight, aren't you?"

"Just shut it and give'em here."

He snorts, stripping the sweats down his hips like he has all the time in the world. You grit your teeth as your stupid eyes betray you, lingering on the very obvious bulge in the centre of his tight black boxers.

Smirking, he arches a brow as you tear your gaze away and stretch your hand out again.

"Don’t say a word."

His grin only widens as he underhand tosses the sweats over.

"Didn’t have to."

He starts towelling his hair dry, looking far too pleased with himself as you disappear toward the laundry room once more. Your cheeks are burning by the time you shove his sweats into the dryer, giving yourself a light slap out of spite.

Fuck woman stop being stupid. Remember the penis isn't the problem, it’s the bastard attached to it.

"Pffft." You sigh heavily, combing your fingers through your hair to brush some strands off your face as you wander back. The moment you round the corner, you stop dead in your tracks, slapping a hand over your mouth to stifle the giggles.

Sukuna pays you no heed as he secures the tie around his waist, leaving it open enough that you can still see the centre of his chest as he bends over to raid your fridge.

Oh my god.

This is almost as good as the time you stuck a face mask on him while he was sleeping, only to end up barricading yourself in the bathroom while laughing your ass off when he woke up.

A rush of heat floods up your neck as your core aches when you suddenly remember, oh so vividly, how that prank ended...

You, getting fucked against the shower wall while Sukuna made damn sure you choked on that laughter with breathless moans.

Your fingers curl tighter around the wine bottle as he opens up a plastic container to sniff it, shrugging once before he starts opening a bunch of drawers to scrounge up a fork.

You scoff, watching him carry on nonchalantly as he takes a seat and helps himself to the pad thai that was supposed to be your lunch for tomorrow. You take another small swig of wine before joining him, leaning your hip against the counter as he shovels in a mouthful without even looking up.

"Really?" you murmur, gesturing to him. "Please I insist, make yourself right at home."

Sukuna swallows another mouthful before glancing up, his eyes immediately dropping to the front of your hoodie. He huffs out a laugh, running his tongue along his teeth.

"Big pittie energy, huh?"

You narrow your eyes before following his down, snorting despite yourself at the upside down lettering.

"Apparently it’s tradition for each class to come up with a nickname," you mutter, glancing up. "And this is what we came up with."

Your eyes immediately drop back to the noodles as you lean down to rest your chin in your palm, your shoulders sagging as another wave of exhaustion settles over you along with the wine buzz.

"You should eat something." Sukuna says, sliding it across to you.

"Nah," you reply, waving him off as you slide it back. "Wine is my main food group tonight, so you might as well just finish it."

"Like I said," he muses, curling his fork through the noodles to gather another hefty bite. "You're quite the bossy little brat tonight."

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless as you watch him devour it. Surprisingly, just lounging here, watching Sukuna in your fleece housecoat that's way too small, stuffing his face, feels kinda...comfortable?

You let out a breathy laugh as he pushes the empty container aside, using his thumb to brush peanut sauce from the corner of his mouth before sucking it clean.

"You really haven't changed in the slightest."

He runs his tongue along his back molar before picking a bit of scallion out of his teeth with his pinky nail.

"What do you mean?"

You shake your head, still smiling softly at him.

"You still have that ginormous appetite." You slide the bottle in front of you, rolling it idly beneath your palms. "Always bloody eating, it's no wonder our grocery bills were always so astronomical."

Sukuna just smirks as his eyes drift idly over your face, lingering long enough to make your stomach flip. By the time they return to yours, something at the corners has almost softened.

"You’ve changed."

"Oh yeah?" you ask, huffing awkwardly as you straighten. "Let me guess... A little older? More cynical?"

You laugh once more under your breath. Sukuna doesn’t. He only tilts his head, brushing his knuckle along his jaw as he looks you over once more with that lazy, hooded stare.

"No," he murmurs. "More beautiful."

You go rigid, the smile disappearing as you shake your head slowly.

"Don't do this, Ryōmen," you sigh wearily, crossing your arms.

The corner of his mouth curls as he reaches for the wine, taking a slow swig while looking far too smug beneath your glare.

"Do what?"

Your nostrils flare as you grit your teeth.

"You know exactly what you're doing," you grumble, reaching over to snatch up the empty container. Turning away briskly towards the sink, you flip the tap up, running it under the water just as more tears trail down your cheeks.

Gods, this whole night has just turned into one giant shitshow.

Your emotions are all over the place. Your thoughts tangled between past and present. Your feelings at war. Your body feels ambivalent between tired and restless and angry and humiliated.

Your throat suddenly tightens, trying to choke off a sob. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bury your face in your hand, fighting your damnedest to keep your breathing steady.

Suddenly your body is enveloped in a searing kind of warmth against your back. Sukuna wraps an arm around your midriff while he shuts off the tap with the other, dropping his brow to your shoulder.

You go stiff in his arms, hand falling away as you stare blankly at the tile, blinking the wetness from your lashes. He simply tightens his hold, and before you realize it, your body is already relaxing back into something familiar you never vowed to have again.

You hate the way you love it. The feel of him. The familiarity of his warmth. The easy rise and fall of his chest as he turns his head slightly, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

"Enough," Sukuna growls. "Don’t waste another tear on that pathetic fucker."

Your breath hitches as he lifts his head, murmuring into your hair.

"He was never going to be enough for you."

Your skin suddenly flushes hot as irritation twists your guts raw. Throwing your elbow back into his ribs, you twist out of his hold, glaring up at him.

"Good enough for me...?" you hiss. "And who the fuck do you think you are to make that call?"

Sukuna straightens, drawing in a slow breath as he lifts his chin, ticking his jaw.

"The only man who ever was."

You just scoff, shaking your head before turning away.

"You’re such an arrogant prick!"

You storm down the hallway toward the laundry, ripping open the dryer door hard enough that it bangs into the wall, nearly taking a chunk out. You thrust your hand in, grabbing his clothes that are still damp but warm at least.

Good enough.

You yank them out in a crumpled ball and stomp back into the kitchen, hurling the whole mess right at his face. His body jerks on reflex as they smack into his chest, but you’re already pointing at the front door.

"You need to leave," you hiss. "Wait on the porch, in the rain, I don’t give a fuck just go."

Sukuna doesn't move, he just stands there with his clothes balled in his fist, glaring at you, those damning red eyes burning with a look he has no fucking right to give you.

Not now. Not anymore.

Your nostrils flare as you square up to meet that look with your own deathly one.

"I mean it."

"No, you don’t."

You tilt your head back to blink up at the ceiling, laughing bitterly as you run both hands through your hair, fingers twitching at the roots to rip it out from the rage boiling in your chest.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God," you spit as your eyes widen with a crazed edge. "You arrogant fucking bastard! Do you ever listen to anyone but yourself!?"

"You're one to talk you fucking hypocrite," he hisses, taking a step closer to gesture at you. "Constantly lying to yourself."

You scoff, throwing your hands up in disbelief. "Don't make this about me you manipulative piece of shit!"

He takes another step closer, but you don't back down, your expression twisted into something vicious as he uses his height to glower down at you.

"Then say it," he snaps. "Right here. Right now. Tell me you haven’t thought about us once."

"There is no us!" You rasp, shaking your head as you cross your arms tighter over your chest. "Don’t you get it? Our marriage fell apart because we were fucking toxic, Ryōmen! We were awful to each other. We hurt each other. That’s all we ever did, because neither one of us had the common sense to sit down and have a fucking conversation."

Sukuna just huffs out a wry laugh, smirking despite how clearly pissed off he is.

"A conversation," he repeats slowly. "Is that all you wanted?"

"Yes!" you spit bitterly. "But it was like screaming at the fucking apartment wall with you, to the point the mold carried on more than you ever did."

His jaw ticks as he exhales through his nose.

"You never wanted to talk."

"Oh, fuck you."

He clicks his tongue in disgust, running a hand through his hair, leaving the pink ends spiking up every which way.

"No," he snaps. "You didn't. You wanted me to act like a little bitch and chase you around the apartment while you slammed doors and expected me to read your fucking mind."

You scoff, rolling your eyes while something ugly yet so fucking raw twists in your chest.

"Yeah? And you just wanted me to sit there like a good little bitch and take whatever scraps you felt like giving me." You flick your hand dismissively, gritting your teeth. "If you even came home that is."

His eyes narrow.

"Scraps?"

"Yes, scraps." You take a step closer, too furious to care that he has a couple of feet on you.

"You’d come home pissed off, barely say two words to me, then act confused when I didn’t want you touching me."

"Tch. Funny. That's not how I remember it," he mocks, giving you a nasty little smirk. "I remember you'd always be begging for my cock by the end of the night."

You suck in a breath as every one of your muscles tenses, leaving you genuinely fighting the urge to clock him.

"See?" you hiss, throwing your arms up exasperatedly. "This! This right there! That’s the fucking problem. You never listened! You just bulldozed over everything because you thought if you fucked me hard enough, I’d stop being mad."

"Fine," he hisses. "You want a conversation?"

You glare up at him, chest heaving as he cocks an eyebrow.

"Then let's have a real one." He hovers over you, toe to toe. "Do you love that little boyfriend of yours?"

You go rigid. For half a second, you just blink up at him, legitimately caught off guard before your mouth snaps shut and you look away.

Sukuna huffs out a dry laugh.

"C'mon," he murmurs. "You wanted to talk. So talk."

"I don't owe you a goddamn thing," you hiss, glaring back at him. "Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops."

Sukuna’s jaw ticks as he lifts his chin.

"Fine," he growls. "Tell me you love him, and I will."

Your nostrils flare, heart pounding as you stare up at him. At that cold, walled off expression. At those hooded eyes searching yours, the tension in his shoulders.

For a second, it feels like the whole world stalls, leaving you numb. The pouring rain feels distant. The random booms of thunder. Even Dog's contented little huffs from his bed as he stretches his legs before barking in his sleep.

It takes you inhaling deeply to break through the silence as you hug yourself tighter, lifting your chin while forcing a smile.

"Alright," you murmur flatly. "I love him."

The corner of Sukuna's mouth twitches as he tilts his head, giving you that look when he means to strip your words bare.

"Bullshit," he says. "Look at you, still refusing to be honest with yourself."

Your brow furrows as you level him with a glare.

"Excuse me?" you hiss. "Fuck you, I answered your question, now piss off and leave."

He throws his head back and laughs. A real raucous sound too before he smirks down at you.

"Come now, woman," he murmurs. "You and I both know you don’t mean one fucking word of it."

You scoff, shaking your head. "You're a fucking lunatic."

"Am I?"

He leans down into your space before you can move back, his hand fisting in your hair to hold you in place.

"I know you."

You yelp at the sudden jostle, teeth gritting as your fingers dig into his wrist.

"Ryōmen...!"

"I know you don’t love him," he growls, cutting you off. "He’s too boring and doesn't know the real you like I do."

You huff out a bitter laugh, tugging weakly against his grip.

"That was a long time ago, I’m not the same..."

"Tch. Bullshit." he hisses, tightening his grip enough your scalp stings. "I know the little prick doesn’t know the way you run your hand through your hair when you’re pissed, or how you can’t stand a man who won’t stand toe to toe with you."

His hooded gaze bores into yours shamelessly now.

"And I know he doesn’t know how you chew your bottom lip when you read. Or the way your nose does that stupid little wrinkle thing when you laugh."

You swallow, pushing harder against his chest as your lower belly twists into knots.

"Stop, it was..."

"And I know he doesn't fuck you right." He growls, flexing his fingers as they shake. "Doesn’t know how rough you like it. Doesn’t know what it takes to make you shut that pretty mouth and take it."

You curl your nails into his skin, squeezing your eyes shut as you grit your teeth.

"Enough Ryōmen..." you hiss. "We're over."

Sukuna rests his forehead against yours as his voice drops low, turning rough around the edges.

"I never stopped thinking about you." he growls, his breath warm against your lips. "Not once. And I know you feel the same."

Slowly, you open your eyes, lifting them to his.

And for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, breathing hard through flared nostrils as every little memory comes rushing back. The good, the bad, and every single ugly, reminding you of what you once were, leaving your heart aching so painfully.

"We aren’t good together," you finally breathe. "We’ll destroy each other again."

Sukuna smirks, his gaze dropping to your lips.

"Then fucking destroy me."

"Mmph...?!"

The sound tears up your throat as his mouth crashes against yours. You press your palms to his chest as his hand slides around to cup the back of your head, fingers threading wide through your hair.

A rush of heat flushes your skin as he groans into you, his tongue pushing past your lips to find yours. The faint metallic hint of his stud mixes with the lingering spice of pad thai as he rolls his tongue against yours, leaving a pathetic little shiver racing up your spine.

Your eyes drift shut while your fingers curl into the taut muscle of his pecs. Your heart races as the heat of his skin envelops you, his arm wrapping around your lower back to pull you flush against his front.

The kiss turns wet, sloppy, and rough, leaving you both panting, saliva slicking your chins as his tongue lays claim to your mouth.

Yet, despite the head rush, despite the way your body melts against his, chasing all that old familiarity, there’s still that teeny tiny rational woman buried in the back of your brain...

And she's livid.

You bite down. Hard. Sukuna jerks back with a low hiss, a bead of blood dribbling down his chin as he runs the tip of his tongue over the cut. Despite the pain, he lets out a breathy laugh and tilts his head while those hooded eyes drift over your flushed features, savoring your breathlessness and your fiery glare.

"There's my vicious woman."

He goes to lean in again, but you slap him.

His head jerks to the side as he laughs breathlessly once more, running his tongue along his gumline, eyes flicking back to you with a look so hungry you have to grit your teeth. Gods punish you for it, but your heart is racing, body primed like a live wire as your pussy throbs.

"No more bullshit Ryōmen," you hiss, lifting your head high as he brushes his thumb over the blood on his chin. "Did you have anything to do with what happened tonight? The dog? My boyfriend? Any of it?!"

"You mean your ex-boyfriend?" he murmurs indifferently.

You exhale a huff of irritation, dropping your arms to your sides as you stiffen in his hold.

"Stop patronizing me and answer the question."

He inhales briskly through his nose, smugness settling over his features as he lifts his chin.

"Fine," he growls. "But honesty for honesty. Tell me the truth first."

Your eyes narrow.

"Do you love him?"

You just hold his stare, grinding your teeth until your jaw aches, until finally, you click your tongue once.

"No," you murmur curtly. "I don't."

Something shifts in his eyes right then and there, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly as his hand finds the side of your face once more.

"No," he answers flatly, leaning in. "I had nothing to do with that pathetic prick, and I really did just look for the closest vet."

A gaspy kind of laugh slips out before you can stop it as relief floods your veins. Really, it's all you can do as you avert your gaze, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

"Look at me," Sukuna murmurs, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

And gods help you, you comply.

And the moment your eyes meet, his lips are capturing yours. Another rush of heat floods your system as your hands find his pecs once more, sliding up his skin to grip onto his nape as you rise up on your tippy toes, deepening the kiss.

Sukuna groans as his hand slips down to grip your jaw, canting his head to devour you completely. The wet heat of his tongue glides against yours, the bump of his stud brushing the surface as a shameless moan slips out of your throat.

Both of you are breathing hard through your noses as he slowly walks you back, until your ass bumps into the edge of the island.

Your mind is slowly going blank, all your senses succumbing until all you can taste is him. All you can feel is his heat and the ripple of muscle as he shifts. All you can hear are his groans and how his chest heaves. See the flush to his cheeks as his eyes drift closed.

Yet, that nasty little feeling called guilt twists your gut sick, pulling you back from the brink just enough before you lose yourself entirely in him. You break the kiss with a gasp, arching back as he chases you, but you turn away, dropping your face into your hands.

"Hmph...!" You grunt as he suddenly slams you face first against the counter. Gritting your teeth, you push back up but he meets you halfway, planting his hands on either side of you as he presses his pelvis into your ass, breathing hard.

"Ryōmen...!" you gasp as he wraps a hand around your throat to tip your head back against his shoulder, dipping in to run his tongue along the juncture of your throat to the shell of your ear.

Your breath hitches as your body melts against his, squeezing your eyes shut as your pussy aches like a second heartbeat. You try to turn your head away but he grips you in place.

"No," he growls. "I've indulged you enough, I won't let you run away from me again."

He nips the sensitive skin of your throat as you gasp, goosebumps erupting across your flesh as a shiver races up your spine. His other hand slips under your sweater, gliding up your belly to find your breast.

He groans against your skin before turning your head, capturing your lips once more.

And just like that, the familiar taste of him, the feel of his warmth, that incessant roughness that drives his motions when he wants you so fucking badly.

That's all it takes to crumble the last of your walls.

Every. Single. One.

Your hand slips behind to grip his nape, pulling him closer as your tongue pushes into his mouth, finding his once more until you’re devouring each other, panting between moans until you’re both breathless.

You start grinding your ass against the hard bulge in his boxers, earning a deep groan as he breaks the kiss, dropping his brow to your shoulder while he thrusts against you, driving your hip bones into the counter’s edge.

He lets your throat go, his hand drifting down to hook into your hip while the other keeps playing with your breast, teasing your nipple, twisting and massaging the soft flesh until your head lolls forward.

Your heart races, your inner walls throbbing as you feel yourself growing wetter. Panting, Sukuna suddenly flips you around, his features flushed as he smirks down at you, capturing your mouth once more before lifting your bum onto the counter and kneeing your legs apart.

"Ryōmen...w-wait..." you mumble against his lips before he breaks away, leaving only inches between your heated gazes. "W-we shouldn’t..."

"Shut your fucking mouth," he growls, biting your bottom lip as he pulls your pelvis flush to his. "I’ve been hard for you since the car, woman. Since you decided to rub your ass against me like a needy little brat, and I’m not letting you go now."

He dips his head once more, biting and sucking along the groove of your throat, leaving you gasping between groans.

Fuck, your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest as your eyes drift closed, losing yourself in the feel of him. You tilt your head, giving him more of you as your hand slips between the folds of his robe, your palm finding the scorching heat of his skin while you explore the familiar broad muscle beneath.

"Ryōmen, please..." you breathe, gazing up at him as you rake your nails down his pec, making him hiss as he sucks in a breath. "Make it hurt. I don’t want to remember anything but the feeling of you."

He fists a handful of hair at the side of your head as he flashes you that devilish grin. And just like that, you’re back to six years ago, lost in that red stare and the way it burns as it drinks in your flushed features, your hooded gaze, your lips still wet with his saliva.

"Look at you," he pants, hiking your sweater up over your head and throwing it aside. "Still so fucking gorgeous."

His chest heaves as his eyes devour the sight of your breasts. He presses his palm into your sternum to push you flat against the cool granite counter, hovering over you before running his tongue down until he reaches your nipple, teasing it with slow, wet circles until it hardens.

You tip your head back as your eyes drift closed with a groan, scraping your nails against his scalp as you curl your fingers into his hair, arching into his mouth.

He laughs breathlessly, dragging his tongue across your chest to find your other nipple, teasing it with the metal stud before biting down, making you jerk from the sting.

"You taste so fucking good," he growls against your skin as he starts biting and sucking your other nipple. "I’ve been thinking about this for six years. Every fucking night."

Your pulse is pounding, concentrating between your thighs and leaving you dizzy. Your lungs are so fucking tight and your body so tense, you feel like you're about to snap in half.

Sukuna lifts his head to smirk up at you, sliding his hands down your waist, your muscles tensing beneath his fingertips as your whole body aches for just...more. You bite your knuckle, lifting your hips as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your sweats.

Your eyes flutter open to his heated gaze, your skin flushing hot as you let out a breathy needy little laugh.

"What are you waiting for?" you pant. "Do it."

"Impatient little thing aren't you?"

He just laughs low, a rough sound that rumbles in his chest as he straightens. Still, you can see the tension in his jaw as he rips your sweats down, letting them fall to the floor before kicking them aside to spread your legs wide, tilting his head to get a better view.

His breath hitches as he drinks in the sight of your wet pussy, gripping the tops of your thighs as his thumbs massage your inner skin. You run your hands through your hair before shuffling closer to the edge, reaching up to grip behind his nape with one hand as the other fumbles with the knot of the housecoat.

You lean in to tease his earlobe, using your tongue to toy with the stud before sucking it as you yank the knot free, slipping the robe off his shoulder as he shrugs out of the other arm, exposing his broad, muscular chest to your starving eyes.

You glide your mouth lower, nipping at the skin of his throat, feeling his pulse pounding beneath your lips as he throws his head back with a guttural groan.

His fingers hook deeper into your thighs as you scrape your nails down his biceps and over the ridges of his forearms, before gliding them over to squeeze the heavy muscle of his pecs.

Sukuna grunts low as you dip down, taking one of his nipples into your mouth. You use your tongue to toy with the metal stud, circling the sensitive nub until it hardens before you bite down.

A shameless hiss tears through his gritted teeth as his body goes rigid, and fuck, the sound is music to your ears.

His skin tastes hot and salty as the faint musky scent of his sweat fills your nostrils, the familiarity of it driving you wild. Your hands drift lower over his firm lats before finding the thick meat of his waist, pulling him impossibly closer into the wet heat of your mouth.

Fuck, your body is buzzing like a live wire, every nerve firing as your cunt clenches painfully, already so fucking slick as it screams to be filled by him.

"Fuck..." he mutters, glancing down past your head as you tease his other nipple, his cock twitching as he sees how wet your getting. "Tch, look at that. I missed how much your pussy begs for my cock."

"Hnhg…!" you grunt as his hand shoots up to grip your jaw unexpectedly, wrenching your head up to stare at the mess smeared on your chin. He tilts his head, leaning in until his breath is hot on your lips.

You wet your own, closing your eyes as you arch up to kiss him. But the bastard only smirks as he pulls away, shoving you flat again.

Your eyes fly open as you huff out a laugh, smiling up at him as you stretch your arms high overhead. Goosebumps erupt across your breasts, your nipples perking up hard as you make a show of arching beneath him.

"You miss my pussy, do you?" you rasp, gliding your foot slowly down the ridges of his stomach, teasing him until your toes reach the elastic band of his boxers. "Tch. What’s this, Ryōmen? Don’t tell me six years made you sentimental."

Your toes slip lower, pressing down against his throbbing cock. He’s hard as hell. You smile wider, massaging the thick length through the cotton, the heat of his skin searing against your foot as you feel it twitch and jump.

Sukuna's jaw ticks as he curls his nails into your thighs. He narrows his eyes on you before gripping your ankle hard as he grits his teeth.

"Sentimental?" he hisses, lifting your foot near his face before biting down hard above your ankle. You wince, the stinging throb shooting up your leg and leaving your lower belly clenching.

"Woman, I’m about two seconds from eating you off this fucking island."

He starts running his tongue up the side of your calf, sucking and biting at your skin, leaving his favorite kind of marks. All the while, he keeps that heated, feral glare trained onto your face.

Watching every little shift. The way you writhe and jerk. The blood rising up to flush your cheeks red.

"Mhm, if only you could see what you look like right now," he growls. "My feisty little woman, in heat like a fucking bitch."

"Oh my god, stop talking." You groan, bucking your hips upward, meeting him halfway when he leans down near your navel, laughing against your skin.

His large, rough hands find your hips as he starts kissing and sucking down the length of your stomach, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves until you feel like you're burning alive in your own body.

Heat. Aching. Throbbing. Knots of tension in your womb. All of it turns your rational brain to mush until the only thought left is how badly you want his cock inside you.

You suck in a breath, as another wave of tension rips through your lower belly, threading your fingers into his hair as he kneels, throwing your ankles over his shoulders.

You lift your head, parting your lips only for the words to die in a choked gasp as his tongue finds your clit.

The back of your head thunks against the granite, another moan rumbling up your throat as he flicks the round edge of his piercing against the little bud.

The tingling sensations leave the muscles in your belly drawing tight, your thighs squeezing. 

"Fuck," he rasps, as one of his hands slides down to your labia, spreading you even wider. "You're fucking dripping for me."

He groans low before diving back down, sucking and teasing your clit, those jolty little pulses building on each other as your pussy walls squeeze around nothing.

You start grinding your cunt against his tongue, trying to chase the sensation. But it's not enough. You need more. So much fucking more.

Sukuna hums low, his lips and chin smeared in your slick and saliva as he glances up at your wrecked face.

"Look at that," he murmurs. "Not so bratty now, are you?"

You don't even give a shit anymore about having the last word as you pant, opening your eyes to stare at him through a bleary, hooded gaze.

"Ryōmen..." you breathe. "Please."

Sukuna cocks a brow, nipping the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as you buck your hips up.

"Mhm?" he hums, grinning devilishly now. "I didn’t quite catch that."

"I need more," you breathe, squeezing and playing with your own tits for any kind of stimulation as the knots of tension become unbearable. "I need you...Please, Ryōmen."

A wicked look flashes in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of your breasts heaving, fingers pinching your own nipples, hips jerking and thighs twitching.

Fuck, it’s a delicious meal.

Sukuna dips his head again, but this time he plunges his tongue deep inside you, twisting and rolling it against your walls.

You groan from the fullness, biting your finger as another wave of heat flushes your skin. You lock your ankles behind his head, rocking your hips up as he grips your thighs.

Thick, wet beads of your arousal and his spit trail down your ass, dribbling onto the counter, warm air puffing through his nostrils against your folds as he eats you out like a starving beast.

You whimper, sucking in short, rapid huffs as your lower belly clenches so fucking tightly. The walls of your cunt contract greedily around his tongue, building a heavy, throbbing pressure that keeps twisting that knot of tension in your womb until you're teetering precariously on the edge of your release. 

Just a little more...

The air is riddled with your scent, your whole wide world narrowed down to the delicious little sensations ruining your body and the bastard between your thighs doing it.

But then he suddenly withdraws his tongue, leaving you crying out in frustration as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes when the coil slowly starts to lose its tension. Your pissed off nerves keep firing anyway, leaving your pussy aching and so fucking empty you want to rip your own hair out.

Sukuna only laughs at your reaction as he shoves your legs off his shoulders and stands, spreading them wider as he braces one forearm near your head to hover over you.

But before you can even think to curse the bastard out or even gasp for air, he plunges two fingers knuckle deep inside you.

"Oh my god...!" you choke out, your back arching hard off the counter as he curls them.

"Fuck, woman," he growls. "You’re going to break my fingers."

He smirks down at you as he pumps them in and out, filling the air with wet, sloppy squelches before bending down to kiss you. You melt into his mouth, tasting the tang of yourself on his lips as he swallows every single one of your moans.

It doesn’t take long before that beautiful coil of tension winds so tight it feels like it might break your spine. Then Sukuna pumps his fingers in as deep as they can go, curls them hard against your G-spot, and it finally snaps.

You break the kiss with a long guttural groan, wrapping your arms around him to cling onto him for dear life as wave after wave of your orgasm overrides your entire system. It leaves you lightheaded as you close your eyes, your toes curling with the electric shocks surging through every nerve ending, tensing every muscle.

Sukuna’s breath hitches, his chest heaving against yours as your walls contract rhythmically, squeezing the shit out of his fingers, squirting your hot juices all over his hand.

You have no idea how long you cling to him, riding the peak of your high while he pumps his fingers lazily, milking every single inch of your orgasm out of you before he finally withdraws.

You collapse back, panting, a breathless laugh escaping your lips as you look up at him.

"Fuck..." you breathe. "You’re still dangerous with that tongue."

He laughs, dipping his head into the crook of your throat to breathe you in. His voice is guttural, but you can hear the tension in it.

"Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental now?" he murmurs, brushing his lips along your skin.

"Depends," you murmur, turning your head to look at him. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

He grits his teeth, shaking his head. "You mouthy fucking bitch."

You just smile up at him as he shifts himself up, hooking his thumbs into the band of his boxers as he shoves them down. Instantly, your breath hitches as his cock springs free, the tip already dark red and leaking beads of precum while he gives it a couple of pumps.

Fuck...

I forgot how big he is.

But your greedy pussy is already starting to flutter as your pulse races. Sukuna grips your forearm and yanks you up abruptly, smirking devilishly as he sees your eyes widen when they stare down at the monstrous thing between his legs.

"Hmph," he grunts, tilting his head as he wraps his hand around your throat. "What’s wrong? You were so confident a second ago." He leans in to nip your earlobe, breathing into the shell of your ear. "My needy little whore."

You swallow, forcing a smile despite the throbbing ache driving you mad as you reach down to wrap your hand around his shaft. He sucks in a brisk inhale through his nose, his cheeks flushing red as you give him a few slow pumps.

Fuck, he’s so hot, heavy, and hard beneath your palm. Twitching as you feel the veins throbbing under your touch, you tilt your head as he lifts his chin, his eyes turning hooded.

"Go on, woman," he growls, tightening his grip around your throat. "You want my cock? Then spit on it."

He grins wickedly as he lets his hand fall, watching as you gather some saliva in your mouth, your hand pumping him harder until his hips jerk. You stop to aim the head of his cock up as you lean over, spitting a fat glob onto the tip, smearing it with your thumb before working it down his length.

Sukuna’s chest is heaving, his teeth gritted as he grips your hips painfully. You can already feel the dull throb of bruising under his fingertips as the wet squelch of your hand working him fills the air, leaving his body stiffening, muscles flexing rigidly while his heated glare burns into your face.

"Oof...!" You shudder when he suddenly slams you flat, wrapping your legs around his waist with one hand while the other grips the base of his cock, aligning it with your soaked entrance.

"Ryōmen, I-I..."

"Oh f-fuck...!" A choked sound tears out of your throat as he slams his cock all the way to the hilt inside you, dropping his brow above your collarbone with a long, guttural groan.

All you can manage is a few pathetic whimpers as your pussy burns around his girth. Gods, it feels like being torn in half, leaving you panting with your eyes squeezed shut.

You drag your nails down his back, drawing bloody welts as the thick muscle shifts beneath.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls, throwing his hips forward in one hard thrust. "Fuck, I missed you."

Grunting through gritted teeth, Sukuna braces himself over you on one forearm as he slowly pulls out, only to slam right back in, burying himself balls deep with each thrust.

"Ah shit...!" you cry out against the overwhelming pressure building through your belly as he grinds his cockhead into your cervix, until you’re squirming, torn between the need to escape the intensity and the desperate craving to take him deeper.

"There's my woman," he breathes, playing with your nipple between his fingers.

You arch into his touch before locking your ankles at his lower back, rocking your hips up to meet his; chasing the friction until it mingles with the pressure, grinding your clit against his pubic bone until all three sensations start to mask the pain.

Sukuna's hand snaps up to grip your jaw, tilting your head up while using his thumb to tug down on your lower lip, until you open for him.

"You want me to make you forget, do you?" he murmurs as you flick your tongue out, swirling it around the tip of his thumb before sucking it into your mouth.

He hums low, slipping it deeper into your wet heat, pressing on your tongue as you roll around the thick digit. He suddenly pinches your nipple hard, the jolt of it making you gasp as he delves deeper to hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

He watches intently as you cough until your eyes water, before withdrawing his finger to lean in, spitting into your mouth.

"Go on, swallow it," he groans, jerking his hips harder to drive his cock into your cervix again, making you gasp. "I’m going to fill every hole you have until there’s nothing left in you but me."

Your cunt clenches down, making him suck in a hiss, sparking a fresh wave of heat through your veins that makes your toes curl. You don't hesitate, you press your lips together, swallowing the salty taste of him.

It feels degrading, filthy, but oh so fucking good, making you feel like the sexiest woman alive as he stares down at you.

Like he wants to eat you alive.

"Good girl," he rasps, straightening upright before yanking your ass toward the edge of the island, gripping your hips hard as he smirks down at you.

"Now shut that pretty mouth and fucking take it."

He doesn't give you a chance to catch your breath nor even think before he starts pounding into you.

"Ah… ahhh… fuck, that’s good!" you cry out, gripping the edge of the counter as your skin rubs back and forth against the granite. Soon, all you can hear is the wet slap of his balls against your ass while Sukuna tips his head back with a guttural moan, the thick cords of muscle standing out as he screws his eyes shut.

Sweat beads along both your brows as you fall into a beautifully volatile rhythm, demanding everything from one another until you’re both breathless. You tip your own head back, breasts jiggling as he ruts into your leaking pussy.

The friction is fucking divine, your walls molding perfectly to his cock as he fucks you harder, making you jerk every time he slams into your cervix. But you can feel it, the coil of tension in your womb tightening around every throbbing, veiny inch of him.

Another wave of heat flushes your skin burning hot, your muscles aching in your lower back as you buck your hips against him.

"Fuck, Ryōmen..." you moan, gritting your teeth as you arch up, seeking more rough friction on your clit. "Don’t stop... your cock feels so fucking good."

Sukuna sucks in a deep breath, leveling his heated stare on your face. Panting, the corner of his mouth curls up as he presses his hand down on your lower belly, feeling the heavy ridge of his dick moving as he fucks you raw.

"Yeah?" he breathes, gliding his hand lower as he tilts his head, watching his cock pump in and out of your creamy hole. "You missed being stuffed full with my cock?"

Your breath hitches as his thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive little bundle of nerves relentlessly until your thighs squeeze his waist on reflex.

"Ah fuck...!" Sukuna growls as your cunt squeezes his length. You can feel him throbbing inside you as the blunt edge of his nails curl into your hips.

Pressure. Heat. Pants and groans. Tingling and throbbing. Tension.

Your mind goes utterly blank to everything but the sensations as your walls start to flutter, your eyes drifting open to fall right on the man who was once your everything.

Any my god, the sight alone has you nearly coming all over his cock right there.

Sukuna’s jaw is slack as he tilts his head down, eyes shut tight, broad chest heaving. Beads of sweat trail down his tattoos, his biceps bulging as he holds you in place, lower abs flexing with each rut of his hips.

Fuck, it’s a sight you missed. Hell who are you kidding?

You missed him...

The only man who ever truly made you feel alive.

Your heart hammers against your ribs, nearly bursting from your chest as Sukuna lifts his head, those hooded red eyes finding yours. You suddenly suck in a breath as you feel him swelling, growing even harder as he drops his weight down, hovering his face inches from yours.

"You on anything?" he breathes, dipping in to run his tongue along the underside of your jaw.

"W-what...?" you pant, threading your fingers through his hair before raking your nails down his scalp.

"Don’t play stupid," he growls, biting and sucking the shell of your ear. "Are you on anything, or am I buying you Plan B in the morning?"

Your stomach flips, your walls aching around him as he lowers his forehead against yours.

"Because I’m not pulling out," he rasps. "Not after six fucking years of thinking about filling you up until you can’t walk."

You huff out a laugh, squeezing your calves and thighs to press your ankles into his back, preventing him from thrusting as you smirk.

"What if I say no, hm?" you breathe, gripping his jaw as you run the tip of your tongue along his cut lip until he winces. "What if I tell you to pull out?"

Sukuna’s pupils are so blown it’s like he’s high off coke, his jaw ticking from the tension, and yet he gives you the sexiest, slyest smile that leaves your heart beating funky all over again.

"Then I’d call you a liar," he breathes, brushing his lips along your sweaty temple. "I know you."

His hand slides up to grip your waist, using his thumb to knead slow circles into your flesh.

"I know how much you love being stuffed full of my cum."

"Still so damn sure of yourself, aren’t you?" you murmur, brushing your nose along his jaw, breathing him in until that warm, musky scent fills your lungs.

"If you tell me to pull out," he breathes, dipping his head to rest his brow against your temple. "I will."

Your throat works around a lump, swallowing as your lower belly throbs, feeling every hot inch of him twitching and throbbing inside you.

"No," you murmur, brushing your palms down the hard ridges of muscle in his shoulders. "Cum inside me." 

Sukuna sucks in a brisk hiss, lifting his head to stare down at you, drinking in that smug little smile on your flushed face. His jaw ticks, the corners of his eyes twitching once before he's on you again, capturing your lips with a filthy groan.

You melt against him, wrapping your arms around his nape as your thighs loosen around his waist.

And that’s it. That’s all he needs.

Whatever restraint he had left snaps as every muscle in his body tenses with the effort of pounding your cunt mercilessly.

His thrusts turn erratic, jostling your body as your hot, sweaty chests rub against one another, the sheer amounts of heat coming off this man is enough to make you feel like you're boiling alive.

It doesn’t take long before that coil in your womb starts winding tight again, every wet squelch of his cock pumping inside you making the bottoms of your ass cheeks glisten with your leaking juices.

Sukuna snaps his head up, breaking the kiss as he grits his teeth, screwing his eyes shut.

"Fuck..." he rasps. "I'm close."

You clench down on him, focusing on nothing but the feeling of the pressure, the friction, the pain, until all of it twists together like a live wire in your cunt.

"Shit...!" you pant, your whole body locking up as you cling onto him. "I-I’m going to cum..."

You bite down above his collarbone just as that coil snaps. Your thighs squeeze around him, your orgasm seizing every muscle in your abdomen as every nerve in your pussy fires at once, flushing you hot while wave after wave of rhythmic contractions has you screaming into his skin.

"Fuck, woman," Sukuna groans, his hips stuttering as his own core flexes taut. "You’re going to make me cum."

A guttural sound rumbles up his throat as he loses himself in the way your cunt squeezes around him, throwing his hips forward in one last hard thrust, burying himself as deep as he can go before dropping his entire weight on top of you.

You gasp as his balls throb against your skin, his cock unloading thick ropes of cum deep inside you. You bury your face in his neck, shuddering as the hot spurts coat over your cervix and stuff your walls full.

His hips jerk through the last pulses of his orgasm, lazy strokes dragging in and out of you as his seed dribbles down your ass in thick beads, adding to the mess you’ve made of one another.

Sukuna’s chest heaves against yours. Truthfully, you can barely get a breath in, left panting while the heavy bastard crushes you beneath him. You try to suck in some air, feeling your heartbeat pounding wildly against his as you both ride out the last of your highs.

"Ugh...Ryōmen!" You choke out, squirming beneath him until you wince, losing out on the benefits of the dopamine rush, leaving you sore as hell. "I c-can't breath you ape!" 

"Hm?" he hums, lifting his head to stare at the side of your face.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze, your throat tightening the second you fall into those red depths. His features are soft in a way you've never seen before, and frankly, it scares the shit out of you.

Scares you because that open wound in your heart, the one you thought after spending hours in therapy had healed, has just been torn wide the fuck open.

Hah. What do the kids call it? Dickmatized?

Yeah. Sure. That's what you'll go with. It's easier than admitting the other ugly, nasty little thing that has your therapist pulling their hair out over all the work you're about to undo.

You. Still. Fucking. Love. HIM.

Sukuna reaches his hand up, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair, his thumb stroking your cheek as his eyes drift over your face. You swallow thickly, throwing him a pointed look downward before raising your brows.

"I still can't breathe very well..." you remind him gently.

He follows your gaze, to where your bodies are pressed flush, smirking as he lifts his eyes back to you.

"You’re so soft and comfortable, I didn’t even notice," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sex.

"What do you mean by soft, asshole?" you snap, glaring at him as he shifts onto his forearm, giving your lungs some relief.

"Sensitive," he taunts, clicking his tongue once. "Looks like your mouth and pussy are finally in agreement."

You just scoff as he laughs, shifting himself up halfway before gripping under your thighs and hoisting you against him. You wrap your legs around his waist as his fingers sink into the soft flesh of your ass, leaving you very aware of the fact that his semi hard cock is still stuffed inside you.

"Where’s your bedroom?"

Your brow furrows as you huff out a laugh, shaking your head with a puzzled look.

"What?" he breathes, resting his brow against your temple. "Don’t tell me you thought I was done with you?"