Music blasting through the speakers, the room packed with bodies to the point you can see a damn thing in front of you. She sighed, realizing that even if you did know anyone from this party, there would be no way of finding them.Â
Looking around the packed room, you caught a glimpse of someone you didn't want to see. Sukuna Ryomen.Â
She wanted to look away, hide from him, but just for him to cut his own conversation short and start to push through the ocean of bodies to her.Â
Clearly, he wasn't expecting her to be here, but either way, he smirked as he finally made it to her, solo cup in hand.
“Wasn't expecting you to be here.” His voice was low as he leaned into her space.
She huffed, not in the mood for his teasing words at the moment. Still being petty from their last unpleasant exchange.
His brow raised, noticing her stand-offish manner and clearly taking in that she wasn't very pleased to see him.
“What with that attitude? Still pissy about that last argument we had?” He took a short sip of his solo cup, eyes still ranking her figure in. She was small height wise. Her hair in braids, wearing a green dress that highlighted her deep skin. He hummed in approval.
“What do you think?” Her tone was short and laced with venom.Â
He smiled at that. Getting closer.
“I think you're still pissed.” His smile widened, teasing on his face as she grew even more upset.
“Why are you even over here? No “Bitches” that you said you had to feed your shit-eating ego?” She glared at him, her arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts up.
Sukuna chuckled slowly, eyes flicking down for just a moment before meeting her glare with lazy amusement. “Oche,” He said, tone full of mockery. “Here I thought you would be happy to see that none of the said “bitches” are around. Must’ve thought wrong.” His smirk grew.
“Kiss my ass.” She bit out, pushing off the wall and walking past him.
Before she could get far, he caught her wrist. “Now, now,” he chuckled. Pulling her closer. “Is that how you're supposed to talk to me?” His grip tightened around her, leaning down enough that the smell of beer lingered around him.”
“What’s got you all worked up, hm?”
“What do you think?” She snapped back.
He chuckled, still holding her wrist. Seeming completely unfazed by her attitude. If anything, the more irritated she got, the more amused he became. His gaze flicked down to her chest again, before returning to her face. “You're sexy when you’re pissed.”Â
“You're such a fucking asshole.” She pulled from him. Storming off through the party.
“And you’re still stomping like a toddler,” Sukuna called after her, lazily following behind her through the crowd.Â
A few people turned their heads as he pushed past, but he only had eyes for her. Smirking still, he leaned down to her ear, voice low and teasing.
“Face it. You came looking for me. Why else show up to my party in this slutty thing?” He laughed, dodging her hand as she swatted at him.Â
“Dame…feist and stubborn? Someone’s got it bad.”
She froze at his words, turning to him with hate all over her face. Just as he went to tease her again, she grabbed someone before slamming her lips into the unexpected man’s. Letting out a soft moan to seal it, pulling back. She looked at him as she wiped her mouth clean.
Sukena was speechless. His smirk vanished, replaced with an expression of surprise and anger. He couldn’t believe what she just did. She kissed a complete rando, now she was smiling at him, trying to get under his skin…and it was working.
His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he watched her pull away from the guy, seeing the tension, the guy scurried off, leaving the two of them to their glaring war.
With a growl, Sukuna grabbed her arm, yanking her closer.
“What the hell was that?” He demanded.
“Getting over you. I think letting one good dick session would do fucking wonders.”
She threw back at him, her smirk widening now.
His expression darkened even further when she said that, tightening his grip.
“You think you're playing some game here?” he snapped. “Is that what type of timing you're on? Want to slut around with some guy at a party?”
“Aw, hurts to hear, huh?” She cooed at him, venom-laced in her words.Â
His temper boiled. He was clearly not amused by this little game she wanted to play. “You think I care who you hook up with?” He snapped, his voice low and dangerous. Closing the distance even more.
“You can go hook up with every guy in this damn party for all I care. It won't change a damn thing.”Â
“And if I do?” She egged him on, standing her ground.
He narrowed his eyes at her challenge, and in an instant, he shifted his grip on her arm, pulling her flushed against him. Leaning closer to her face, mere inches from hers.
“Go ahead.” He challenged back, possession edged in his voice. “Do it. Hok u with every single one in her. See if I care.”
He paused, his grip loosening slightly. His eyes searched her, a mix of anger, frustration, and something else he couldn't quite place swam within them.
After what felt like forever, he finally spoke again.Â
“You’re playing with fire.”
But then, with a scoff, he let her go, stepping back and folding his arms. “Go. Do what you came here to do.”
She watched him for a moment before walking away.
For the rest of the night, he watched her socialize. Letting both men and women touch her. Drinking and dancing with them. His last straw was when he saw another guy touching her, but it was the sight of that man’s hands disappearing under her dress. Anger surged through him, hot and ready to burn.
Watching how the guy whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle. His hands curled into fists, and the urge to pull her away was nearly overpowering.
But finally, as that man started kissing up her neck. Littering skin with his lips, squeezing her. He didn't even remember moving, but only that he grabbed the man’s shoulder, shoving him back.
He didn’t look at her yet; instead, he stared down the guy who dared to even think he would get away with touching what was his.
“Keep your fucking hands off her.”
Then slowly, he finally turned to her, jaw tight. Eyes full of anger.
Yet…he said nothing. Just waited for her to react.
She watched him for a moment, not knowing what point of upset he was.
“What do you think you're doing?” Her voice was curt, not giving away her slight nervousness.
He scoffed, low and rough, dragging a hand through his pink spikes. “What does it look like I'm doing?” He stepped closer, voice dropping so only she could hear over the music.
“I'm saving you from a random fuck who thinks he can grab up what he can't handle.”
His gaze dipped to her neck, slightly bruised from that guy who dared to touch what was his.
“Or are you that desperate to prove a point?” He challenged her.
A beat passed, then another. The music was pounding around you both like a heartbeat, and still, he didn't move away from her. Wouldn't let you go again without a fight.
“What point do you think I'm trying to prove?...” Her voice is low.
His eyes narrowed, a bitter scoff leaving his tongue.
“That you can get under my skin. That you can piss me off by letting every guy in this place get handsy with you.”
A muscle twitched alongside his jaw. Slowly moving closer to her, their body heat mixing.
“Well. Congratulations. You succeeded.”
She scoffed, “I don't give a shit about pissing you off, my life doesn't revolve around–”
“Bullshit.” He cut her off, voice harsher this time. Taking another step closer. Her back hits a wall.
“If you didn't care,” He growled, eyes flagged with anger and a little of something else. “If you didn't care, you wouldn't have spent the past hour throwing yourself at random dudes in front of me. You wanted a reaction. You wanted me to step in. So don't deny it now, sweetheart.”
She watched him, anger and hurt filled her face.
“So what? Any other time, you would rather sit there and let me do anything to feed your shit ego, but when I want just a little attention, you wait until the last second to give it to me. So what else than letting a nobody fuckmem what will you do, sukuna– WHAT!”
She didn't know why she cared. She never gave a fuck about a man or woman, so why did she want him to notice every fucking thing that irritated her?
For a moment, the music and the crowd slowly faded.
He froze for a moment, not from anger…but out of realization. The fire dimmed from his eye, replaced by something sharper. Something heavier. He saw it now, not just spite in your rage, but hurt. The kind you didn't even know how to name herself.Â
He reached for her, fast but not rough. His hand went to touch her face, wanting her to meet his gaze. Sighing as he pressed her forehead into hers, ignoring her pout.
I noticed,” He started, low and raw. “Every goddamn time you walk into a room. Every time you roll your eyes at me like I'm some joke. Every second you stand there thinking I don't see how much I piss you off.”
His thumb brushed along her jawline. “And yeah…maybe I'll wait till the last second.” His breath fanned her lips. “But tell me this, if every touch from a stranger tonight was just to make me feel… then it worked.”
He pulled back just enough to lock onto your gaze.Â
“So what do we do now?”
She stayed silent, slowly taking in the man she hated but loved at the same time.Â
“I hate you so much.”
Sukuna let out a rough huff, part chuckle, part sigh from her words.
“Yeah, you make that clear every day,” he said back. His eyes raked over her expression. Searching for something, anything.
“But you still came here. Still went through the trouble of fighting with every guy in this damn place.” His voice was low. “That ain't hate, sweetheart.”
That hit closer to home than she liked, slowly pulling from him. Walking to a semi-empty hall.Â
He watched her for a moment before following behind. Silent, as the music slowly faded into a dull thump. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight over her chest like armor.
And he was just there, not touching her…not yet.
He stood across from her on the wall.
“You keep running.” He said, voice quiet. “But we both know there's nowhere to run from this.”
His voice dropped lower, like the kind that meant for soft secrets.
“I can play dumb. I can act like I don't feel it every time you look at me like I'm poison..and still lean closer.” He slowly moved off the wall, closer to her. “But I'm tired of pretending.”
“If hating me is easier than saying what you actually want…” He tilted his head slightly, trying to catch her eye.
“Then say it now. One more time. Let’s see how long your hate lasts when all it does is pull us back together.”
She slowly lifted her gaze to him, staring up at his cloudy gaze that held…everything for her.
“...You talk like an old man.” She shot at him, slowly putting her hands into his jacket pocket.
Sukuna chuckled, low and rough. He leaned his hand against the wall beside her head, closing the gap completely.
“And you're still running that mouth.” He paused, eyes flicking down to her lips for just an instant before meeting her gaze again. “Careful, sweetheart. It's gonna get you into trouble one of these days.” He teased.
She let out a soft laugh. “When hasn't it?”
Sukuna smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper, something dangerous.
Every time you open that mou,h.” he murmured, “You remind me why I can't stay away.”
“Then don’t.” Her hands slid from his pockets before circling his neck.
That's all the invitation he needed. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her flushed against him. His lips crashed into hers, hungry and impatient. No hesitation, just a couple of weeks' worth of pent-up desire spilling out in one rough kiss.
His hands roamed freely over her curves, her hips like he was trying to commit every inch to memory. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, sending shots of heat through every nerve ending.
Her moans spilled from her lips, clinging to him as she whispered his name into his lips.
He begged her to say it again, kissing her deeper as his hands slid under her dress, cupping her ass. “Say my damn name.”Â
The music faded further into the background as he lifted her with ease, pressing her against the wall. One hand tangled in her curls while the other stayed on her ass, sliding down her thigh.
“Still hate me?” He whispered between kisses, voice rough with need.
“Always,” She teased back, her words breathy.
A dark smirk curved his lips as he nipped at her neck.Â
“Funny.”Sher purred, teeth grazing her skin. “Your body says otherwise.”
He moved against her again, slow and teasing, drawing out another moan. His hands moved, pooling at her hips, trailing up her waist, sliding to her breast.
“You keep trying to say one thing.” He murmured, sucking a mark into her collarbone.
“But your body…she begs for me.”
She moaned again, tilting her head to give him more access.
“I can say that about your dick.” Words still breathy. Her hands moved to cup the heavy and still-growing bulge.
He groaned, hips rolling into her touch.Â
“Watch it, sweetheart.” His voice was a low rumble, warning and needing mixing in a dangerous combination.Â
He leaned in, breath warm on her ear. “You like to tease…” He growled, capturing her earlobe between his teeth. “But you're playing with fire.”
He then dropped her back to her feet.
“Not here.” He said behind him as he dragged her up the stairs of the house, heading to the dorm floors.
“Are you sure your roommate won't show up again?”
She said, reminding him of the last time they found themselves in this particular situation.
Sukuna chuckled, the sound thick with amusement and need.Â
In one swift stride, he had her inside his room, shutting the door behind him with an audible thud. Before spinning her around and backing her into the door.
His gaze moved over her, devouring her. One hand was planted above her head while the other slowly untied the strings of her dress.
“You have no manners.”
“Manners are for people with patience.” His hands pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder, leaning close.
“And right now..” He paused, his breath hot on her ear. “I'm all out of that.”
She hummed, nudging him back so she could finish taking the dress off, moving from under his arm and walking backwards to his bed. Dropping her dress and kicking off her heels in the process.
She lay down on the bed, her breasts sitting heavy on her chest as her plush thighs hid the part he wanted the most.
“Then let's skip the pointless foreplay, yeah?”
And just like that, he was over her. Handswere tearing his own clothes off as his lips claimed hers.
“I wouldn't call it pointless.” He broke from her. “Not when it's about you.”
She let out a breathy moan as she helped him out of his clothes. Needing to feel every groove he held from her.
He groaned, his hips grinding against her in response, his hands sliding up her bare thighs. Break the kiss once again, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck.Â
His body was a hard, burning line against hers, demanding attention. “I've been going insane, you know.” He murmured, his voice a gravelly growl. “Watching you all night, every tough, every look.”
His hands moved higher, teasing at the edge of her panties.
“Don't fuck with me, sukuna.” She whined, lifting her hips for him.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver through her. His hands moved the thin fabric, fingers trailing slow, taunting circles.
“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice still rough with need. “I wouldn't dare.”
In one swift move, he pushed the fabric aside, fingers finding the wet heat of her pussy already begging for him. Groaning as he found how ready she was for him.
“You're a goddamn menace.” He growled, sinking a finger into her seeping cunt.
A curse left her lips, throwing her head back as she started to ride his finger, needing the added friction.
He watched her, the sight alone fuelling his own desire. His fingers moved deep, curling, teasing, demanding. Taking her right to the edge only to pull her back at the last moment.
“Watching you…with those guys…” he started, his teeth grazing her throat. “I could have killed every single one of them for even trying to touch you.”
His thumb moved over her sensitive clit. Pulling a whiny moan.
“The real question is…who do you want right now?”
She arched into him, looking up at him.
“W-what?...” She spilled out a little confused by the question.
He watched her, still moving his finger over her clit slowly. Working her closer to the edge again.
“Simple question, sweetheart.” He began again. His tone is a little softer. “You're here…with me…like this.:
He smiled as he watched him slowly get more worked up with each word.Â
The words were heavy, filled with so much more than lust.
“If I wanted…a loser- hm– I wouldn't be here…would I?”Â
She watched him. Her hand went to his hair, digging into his scalp.Â
“Even though…you're always going to be a loser in my eyes.”
He groaned, eyes flashing as she pulled his hair. The possessive, feral thing in him loved when she got feisty like this.
His eyes met hers, dark and heated.
“A loser, huh?” His words were quiet, his finger still working at her aching clit. “You keep saying that…”
His other hand found her hip, holding her tight. “And yet…you keep coming back.”
“Because of your dick.” She said flatly. Squeezing his cock that still stands beneath his boxers.
“Though I think he has performance anxiety.”
His expression darkened at her words, and that possessive fire in his eyes flared up. He smirked, grinding his hips into hers.
“Performance anxiety, hm?” He challenged. “You really love to push your luck.”
He leaned down, teeth grazing her collarbone again. “Maybe it's time to shut that pretty mouth of yours.”
In one swift move, he rolled her over, pinning her hands above her head. “You're playing a dangerous game.” He challenged back. Pressing his hard cock into her. “Keep it up and all shit you up the right way.”
She moaned into the sheets, arching her ass into him, wiggling her hips.
“You're just a sorry excuse for an ex. A man with a big dick and no action.” She threw at him. She wanted it to hurt, wanted him angry, wanted him to release it all on her.
The moment those words left her lips, the air shifted.Â
His eyes darkened as something feral snapped, not just anger.
He didn't speak. Instead, he forced her into an impossible arch, tightening his grip on her wrist. As he leaned down, his breath was hot against her ear.
“You want me to show you what little action feels like?” His voice was low…dangerous. “You keep calling me your ex…But I don't remember ever letting you go.”
His hips rolled into her from behind, grinding slowly and punishing.Â
“And right now? You're not running.”
His voice was lower, almost too quiet.Â
“So let's stop pretending this is just about anger…or revenge…or some pathetic game.”
He bit down on the curve of her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough so she felt it in her bones.
“Tell me to stop,” He whispered, almost daring her.
But you both knew…he wouldn't listen anyway.
His moans echoed through the room. Her cries and soul on skin on skin echoed through the walls. His pace was at an ungodly speed. Working every muscle he had so she would feel every moment of his dick destroying her pussy. Branding her insides so no other man could think that her pussy was for anything else but a breeding hole for him to use.
Her arms and legs shook, him holding her up by her neck as he fucked into her. Cutting air from her when she started to mouth off. The bed was soaked with cum and juices as their bodies were covered in sweat and bruises.
His body trembled with brutal need that had long built up. This was no longer about games or anger. It was about pure, raw desire. Every touch, every moan, every sound he claimed for her was another reason she was his. His hands marked her, gripping tightly around her neck to leave marks for days. Loving when she mouths off as they both tried to find that edge between pain and pleasure…and when he found it, he took it. He made her feel it in every fiber of her being.
She was a babbling mess. Crying out as moans spilled from her again and again as he kept fucking into her. Orgasm after orgasm. She was far from sore; she was numb…but god did she need more.
Watching her tremble under him, completely undone. Every nerve alight, every breath ragged. He could feel her clench around him, hearing the broken little whimper that spilled from her lips with each relentless thrust.
And still, she arched back into him. Still begging without words.
Sukuna leaned down, teeth grazing her shoulder as he tightened his grip on her throat, just enough to make her breath catch. His other slid around to pinch a sensitive peak, drawing out another sharp cry.
“That’s right,” He cooed into her skin. “Take it all…scream my name like you mean it.”
He wasn't gentle. Never was. But neither did she want that. She wanted it to hurt? He would give her everything, until there was nothing left but him.
She moaned his name, begging him to go faster, fuck her like she was his slut.
“Beg. Tell me what you want. I want you to scream it.”
She let out a cry, her head lolling forward, before he snatched her back up. His grip around her neck and jaw became more intense.
She gasped, trembling on the edge, completely at his mercy. And Sukuna wasn't about to let you fall without screaming his name first. He yanked her head back by the hair, forcing her neck back to arch into his touch. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, voice a dark, commanding growl.
“Look at me when you come.”
His thrusts turned punishing, deep, and unrelenting as he twisted one hand around her hip, pressing into his clit as he fucked her faster.
“You've been begging for this since the party.” Another thrust. “Since I laid eyes on you in that damn dress.”
A eaw cry tore from her throat as pleasure ripped through every overstimulated nerve. He only clenched around him violently, and only then did he let go of her neck just enough so she could breathe, but kept you locked in place like his personal cock sleeve.
Sukuna’s own control snapped seconds later, burying himself deep in her with a guttural groan, spilling into her seeping cunt. Forcing her to take every last drop.
For a moment…there was silence, just heavy breaths and sweat-slicked skin pressed together like they never planned to part.
His head was still reeling as he slowly came back to his senses. His body felt heavy, every muscle still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He stayed there, body pressed into hers, face buried in her neck as he massaged her scalp. Slowly lifting his head enough to trail kisses down her bruised neck.
“All mine…and fucking gorgeous.”
She hummed into him, basking in his attention.
Even now, with their bodies pressed together and his seed spilling out of her, she still “hated” him. The stubborn, beautiful, infuriating part of her that refused to give in.
He scoffed, but no heat in it. Still trailing kisses down her neck.
“You're a brat, you know that?” He moved, rolling her to her side. Still deep inside of her.
He traced her skin as he propped himself up on one arm.
“This only proves that your dick is your best quality.”
His lips twitched into a smirk, his hand sliding up to her neck, making her meet his gaze. “You're lucky I like your mouth.” His finger traced her bruised lips. “Because otherwise you'd be over my knee getting an attitude adjustment.”
He teased. Earning him a smile.
“Hm…might still be tipsy enough to let you.”
His eyes darkened, heat flooding through him once more at the image of bruising that fat ass of hers once more. She gasps and whimpers as he spanks her cunt.Â
The thought alone made him harden inside of her.
“Careful, sweetheart. Keep pushing me, and I'll make it so you can't walk straight tomorrow.”
She laughed, biting his finger.Â
Notes . This shit was crazy to write. Next chapter won't be as long as this one. I wanted to set a foundation for their relationship and how they got into the situation that will be brought up in the next chapter. I hope you love this!!!
Wordcount . 4,356 (Damn, you read a lot.)