āShe murdered her husbandās mistress in their pristine kitchen and called it love. He promised to keep her secret, then let the world label her schizophrenic, unstable, and lock her away in a womenās psych ward with no release date. Silent for five years, she became just another broken fileāuntil Ryomen Sukuna, the cold new head of security, started watching her like she might still be worth saving.ā
cw ; mdni ⢠18+ only. contain sexual themes and content. hurt/trauma. murder . anxiety. death. TW. PTSD. mental health.
main masterlist
chapter one. the silent wife
chapter two. severance
chapter three. paper cuts
chapter four. the door at the end of the hall
chapter five. months of quiet
chapter six. sunlight on bruised fruit
chapter seven. soft knives, soft hands
chapter eight. the quiet rooms we carry
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Content & trigger warnings: 18+ Only, MDNI, biiggggg age gap, Forbidden relationship, angst, explicit sexual content, emotional distress, Hurt/no comfort, smut, Sukuna is his own warning, did i mention angst? regrets, aftermath of impulsive actions, the story ends without resolution or closure, unrequited love, pining, betrayal and conflict.
summary: Falling for your best friend's uncle wasn't on your list for the year, yet here you are making decisions which will have consequences in the end.
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You stare at the foggy bathroom mirror in your cramped university dorm, fingers trembling as they trace the steam kissed glass, desperately trying to wipe away the ache thatās burrowed into your chest like a relentless storm. Itās been three agonizing months since that weekend in Kyoto, the conference trip that was meant to be nothing more than networking and panels but instead became the moment your world shattered into fragments you canāt seem to piece back together. Three months of replaying every whispered word, every lingering touch, every unspoken promise that now feels like a cruel lie. And here you are, alone in the dim light, your reflection mocking you with puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, wondering how youāll ever breathe without this pain clawing at your insides.
It all began so innocently, the way forbidden things often do, creeping into your heart before you even realized the danger. Youāve known sukuna since you were a teenager, back when your best friend Yuuji, who was his nephew would drag you to those chaotic family barbecues. Sukuna was always there, towering and imposing at forty, with that crisp ironed tailor-made shirts and dress pants looking handsome as ever and a gaze that would cut through steel. As a merger specialist in Tokyo, he navigated high stakes deals with ruthless precision, but around Yuujiās family, he softened just enough to seem approachable, almost human. You, at 23, were just starting your masters in business, full of naĆÆve ambition that blinds you to the worldās sharp edges.
The first real spark hit during a late night video call last spring. You were drowning in your admissions essay, words blurring on the screen after endless revisions. In a panic, you face timed Yuuji only for sukuna to pick up the call.
āHey kiddo. This bratās out cold after drinking more than his body could handle.ā His voice came through your phone.
Surprised you cleared your throat trying to sound normal. āHey, its nothing. I just wanted some help regarding this assignment. Since heās not concerned about his, I guess I have to do it alone.ā
āSend it over, Iāve got time. Let me see if I can be useful.ā There was a deep yet commanding tone in this voice but oddly gentle. You forwarded the document and he assessed everything youāve created until now, eyes narrowed and observing as he picked apart your writing. āRight here, this part is solid but it lacks your edge. Show them your fire. Make it bleed with why this matters to you.ā He leaned back in his chair, tie undone, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he sipped something dark from his glass. For the first time you saw him not as Yuujiās intimidating uncle but as a man, brilliant, smart with eyes that held storms when he laughed at your fumbling jokes.
From that night, it escalated into something you couldnāt control. Texts became your lifeline. āHow was the lecture?ā heād ask and youād pour out your day in rambling messages about boring professors and group dramas. Heād fire back articles on market shifts, scrawled with his blunt notes. āThis screams you. Dig into the ethics section.ā Heād call you āBratā in that teasing way, a nod to the age gap that loomed like a shadow, but you ignored it, letting the warmth of his attention wrap around you like a forbidden embrace. At Yuujiās family dinners, your eyes would lock across the crowded table, secret spark amidst the laughter and clinking plates. Once after everyone had too much sake, Sukuna walked you to your cab, his large hand on your lower back, lingering. āYouāre tougher than you think kiddo. Donāt sell yourself short.ā Your pulse thundered, a heat blooming in your chest that had nothing to do with night air.
Deep down you knew it was wrong, taboo even. Sukuna was family, in a way. Yuujiās uncle, the man who roughhoused with him at every gathering, the one Yuuji idolized him like a father figure. The seventeen-year difference screamed scandal; the intertwined social circles meant betrayal if anyone found out. But the pull was magnetic, drawing you into vulnerable depths youād never share with anyone. Late night calls turned into confessionals, you both enjoyed talking with each other.
One evening as rain pattered against the window of his car, sukuna opened about his past, a fragment but enough for you to understand. āI built walls so high, I forgot how to let anyone in.ā he admitted, voice cracking just enough to make your heart ache. āDonāt make my mistakes. Chase what sets your soul on fire,ā You whispered back your own fears, feeling exposed yet safe, like he was holding your fragile heart in his tattooed hands.
The Kyoto conference was the breaking point, the flame that consumed everything. Yuuji had hyped it up. āGreat for your CV and uncle Sukuna is keynoting a panel!ā he beamed. You somehow agreed.
The train ride to Kyoto was electric. Sukuna pointing out the blurring city lights, buildings where deals take pplace, his thigh pressing against yours in the cramped seat, accidental brushes that sent jolts through you. The hotel overlooked the city, all glass and glamour and after a grueling day of meetings and conferences, you found yourselves at the bar, drinks loosening the barrier.
āYou owned every room you walked in today.ā You said, gin fizz buzzing through your veins, cheeks warm. āThe way you commanded everyoneās attention. It was⦠intoxicating.ā
He smirked, but his eyes darkened with something raw. āHigh praise from you. Time and experiences teach you everything.ā There was mirth in his eyes.
Your hand slid across the counter, nearing his. His crimson eyes fall on your hand. Fragile, he thinks. There was a subtle shake of his head and then your eyes were on yours again. His hand now enveloped yours on the bar counter, thumb stroking your skin in slow, deliberate circles. āThis thing between us⦠itās dangerous.ā
āI know,ā You breathed, inching closer, heart pounding. āBut I donāt care anymore.ā You stood up from the bar stool, taking his hand. Your eyes searched his, you saw a flash of guilt? Pass by but it was only for a fraction of a second before his eyes turned dark and before you know it you two were making your way towards the elevator. The elevator ascent was torture, stolen glances, heavy breaths. When you reached the floor to his suite, he tugged at your hand stopping you. You turned around brows furrowed as you searched his face for any kind of hint.
āAre you sure about this?ā He asked voice gravelly low as he was struggling to control himself.
āIāve never been so sure about anything in my entire life.ā That was all it took for him to snap and practically drag you towards his suite. The door barely opened and latched behind you before his mouth crashed into yours, urgent and possessive, his large hands gripping your waist with a force that made you gasp. He tasted like whiskey and forbidden desire, his tongue invading your mouth in a dominant sweep that left you dizzy, knees buckling.
āFuck, youāve been driving me insane.ā He growled against your neck, teeth grazing your skin hard enough to send shivers racing down your spine. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around your waist as he pinned you against the wall, the cool surface contrasting the heat of his body pressing into yours.
You clung to him desperately, nails digging into his broad shoulders through his shirt, whispering. āIāve wanted you for so long, needed you.ā His response was a low, feral rumble in his chest as he carried you to the bed, tossing you into the mattress with a roughness that ignited a fire in your core. He loomed over you, eyes burning with hunger as he stripped off his tie and shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos that snaked across his muscled torso, marks that made him even more intoxicating. Your hands trembled as you reached for him, but he caught your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, his free one trailing down your body, teasing the hem of your dress before shoving it roughly off of you completely.
āLook at you,ā he murmured against your lips, voice thick with lust, his fingers unclasping your bra with experienced precision. His mouth latching into your nipple, a wanton moan slips past your lips. He hooked his fingers into your panties and yanking them down in one swift motion. āSo eager, so wet for me already.ā His touch was merciless, two fingers plunging inside your quivering cunt without warning, curling deep inside to hit that spot that made your back arch off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips. He watched you writhe, his smirk widening as he pumped them in and out, thumb circling your clit with expert pressure that has you seeing stars. āThatās it, brat let me hear you beg for it.ā
āPlease Sukuna,ā you whimpered, hips bucking against his hand, the coil in your belly tightening unbearably. āI need more⦠I- I need you.ā He chuckled darkly withdrawing his fingers just as you teetered on the edge, leaving you aching and empty. He shed the rest of his clothes, his erection springing free, thick, veined and intimidating, making your mouth water and your core clench in anticipation. He brings his face closer to yours as he settles between your legs. He kissed you reverently, like you were the air he breathed while he rubbed his tip against your slick folds teasingly, coating himself in your arousal.
āYouāre mine tonight.ā He rasped, as he pushed inside, inch by inch stretching you, filling you so completely that you cried out, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. He stilled after sheathing himself completely inside you, It felt like it was taking everything in him not to move and fuck you senseless into the mattress.
āSākuna please⦠move.ā A beat passed after he kissed your temple. He set a punishing rhythm, deep hard thrusts that slammed into you, his hips grinding against yours with each movement. Your nails raked down his back, drawing red lines across his tattoos, urging him on as he gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise, spreading you wider for him.
āFuck, you feel so good. Tight hah and⦠perfect, like⦠like you were made for this.ā Sweat slicked your bodies, the room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, your gasps and his grunts mingling in a symphony of raw need. He leaned down, biting down over your collarbone just hard enough to make you yelp, then soothing it with his tongue as his hand dips in between your bodies and finds your clit again, rubbing it in frantic circles. The dual assault pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, body convulsing, walls clenching around him as you screamed his name, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity.
But he wasnāt done. Flipping you onto your stomach with effortless strength, he pulled your hips up, entering you from behind in a deeper angle that hit new depths, making you sob into the pillows. āTake it all.ā He demanded, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back and the other slapping your ass with a sting that only heightened the pleasure. His pace quickened, relentless and animalistic, until he finally tensed, burying himself deep inside you with a guttural groan, spilling inside in hot pulses that left you trembling, utterly spent and marked as his.
In the afterglow, he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, breath ragged against your ear. But even then, in that haze of ecstasy, it felt like forever, like this forbidden connection could defy everything. Little did you know how wrong you were.
The morning after, shattered the illusion. Sunlight pierced the curtains as Sukuna sat rigid on the bedās edge, already dressed, his back to you. You pulled the sheet tight, dread coiling. āG-good morning⦠is everything alight?ā
He exhaled sharply, not turning. āLast night was intense. But I canāt. Iām 40, youāre barely out of uni. Yuuji is my nephew, your best friend. If this leaks, itāll ruin me. My career, family, everything.ā
The words sliced through you. āRuin you? Is that what I am to you? A liability?ā
āNO, damn it.ā He finally faced you, eyes tormented but cold. āYouāre incredible, sharp, fierce, beautiful. But this? This is just a crush fueled by proximity. Youāre young, youāll move on to someone without my baggage.ā
āA crush?ā Tears burned your eyes, voice fracturing. āSukuna, this isnāt some fleeting thing. I love you. Iāve loved you through every call, every glance. Last night was my heart on a platter, for you.ā
He stood jaw clenched, grabbing his bag. āDonāt do this. I care about you, like family. We crossed a line we shouldnāt have and I regret it. My life is my priority, deals, stability. I canāt risk it all for⦠an impulse.ā
āFor me,ā you choked out, sobs rising. āI'm not worth the risk.ā
Silence. He didnāt correct you. āIām sorry, this has to end here.ā The kiss he left on your temple felt like a knife being stabbed directly into your brain. The door clicked shut, leaving you hollowed out, curling into the sheets that still smelled of him, body shaking with silent wails as betrayal sank in like poison.
Back in Tokyo, the torment devours you from the inside. Yuujiās family events turn into minefields. At his birthday party, Sukuna is there, joking with Yuuji as usual, that easy charisma masking everything. He glances towards you, nodding as if he is acknowledging your presence. When you two are in close proximity with each other in front of everyone, he asks, āHowās uni treating you?ā voice neutral, eyes avoiding yours.
āFine.ā You mutter, his cologne felt like a gut punch but still a smile was plastered on your face all the while your soul screamed. In the bathroom later, you collapsed against the wall, fists pressed to your mouth to muffle the hysteria, tears streaming, body convulsing as waves of rejection crash over you. How can he pretend? Like you're just Yuujiās friend again and not the woman who bared everything to him.
Nights are endless hell. In your dorm, memories assault you. His rough hands on your skin, his breath hot against your ear. You curl fetal on the bed, fist twisting sheets, sobs ripping from your throat, raw, guttural cries that leave you gasping, chest leaving. āWhy wasnāt I enough?ā you whisper to the darkness, self-hatred flooding you. The secrecy amplifies it all. You can't confess to Yuuji, can't burden friends with the taboo truth. You're all alone in this agony, replaying his words like a broken record. āJust a crush.ā āAn impulse.ā Each echo twists the knife deeper.
Months drag on, each day a battle. You spot it on social media, Sukuna with a woman, a colleague in her thirties, arm around her at some gala. The photo guts you; you scroll obsessively, tears blurring the screen, body trembling violently. "You chose her," you sob into your pillow, voice muffled but broken. "Anyone but me."
One stormy night, you end up near the Tokyo gate bridge, rain soaking you, the skyline a cruel reminder of that hotel view. You grip the railing, wind howling, as sobs overtake you, uncontrollable, body-wracking heaves that draw stares, but you don't care. The pain is visceral, a void where your heart used to be. Sukuna's life marches on, untouched, thriving, while your crumbles. The love you poured out, so raw and trusting, discarded like it meant nothing. In quiet moments, when exhaustion numbs the edges, you wonder if you'll ever heal, or if this forbidden wound will bleed forever, etching sorrow into every breath you take.
summary: in which sukuna remembers what loss is
warnings: very dark at the start (that's why it's under the cut), mentions/descriptions of death, violence against reader, it was all a dream trope (but not really), heavy angst, no comfort
a/n: okay you guys chose sukuna so don't be mad at meeeee
Sukuna's ire is a fickle thing. It rises at the most mundane circumstances, fizzles out when he finds the next pleasurable thing to focus on. Usually destruction of some sort. Typically of the thing that angered him in the first place.
Never you.
Never ever you.
So why was his hand locked around your throat right now?
He doesn't remember moving. He can't pinpoint the moment his desire turned into action, but here he is, unmoved even as your hands claw at his wrist.
It's almost funny that you think such feeble protestation would work against him. Once Sukuna, the unstoppable force, sets his mind on doing something, nothing can stop him.
Not even the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head.
His hand only releases its grip when he can no longer sense the thrumming of your heart beat under your skin. When he doesn't have to stare into the blinding light your soul casts on him anymore.
Only when he sees your body crumple to the ground do his actions sink in. Four crimson eyes widen and then Sukuna's on his knees next to you, rolling you over and trying to tap life back into you cheeks.
It's useless, of course, even a being as powerful as he is can't imbue you with life.
Sukuna can only destroy things. It's foolish to think he could nurture something. Even you, something so pure and beautiful that even he couldn't bring himself to turn away from, fell at his hands.
He doesn't know how the fire started. Perhaps he lit it as a subconscious cry for freedom, seeking some kind of release from the unnamed emotions strangling his lungs like barbs.
Perhaps he simply knocked a sconce over during the struggle.
It wasn't a struggle. You were easy to fell.
Sukuna's disgusted at that thought.
Why should the best things in life be so easy to lose?
The fire continues on until the flames get close enough to lick at his thighs.
He doesn't feel it.
Why can't he feel it?
Sukuna wakes up with a flush of panic he hadn't thought himself capable of feeling. His heart is clenched in an icy grip that makes it almost impossible for his lungs to expand. Four eyes whip around the room, mentally tearing it apart as he searches for you.
It was a dream.
Only a dream.
He's cruel, but he'd never be cruel enough to kill you.
Never you.
He scrambles up out of bed, tossing his sheets to the side. Servants scramble out of his way as he scorches down the halls.
Desperation numbs the tips of his fingers. He can't find you. You're never far from him at night, usually curled at his side where he can easily find you.
He ususally wakes up with an arm around your waist and a hand absently stroking your hair. Sukuna has never felt any emotion as demeaning as love, but the warmth you set alight in his chest is the most wonderful thing he's ever experienced. More pleasing than slaughtering an entire village.
Minutes of him turning the estate over pass, and he still can't find you. Just as his temper flares, a shout threatening to tear from his chest, he walks into the courtyard.
In the middle is a large cherry blossom tree you had begged him to plant when you first came to his estate years ago. Once a sapling, the tree now stands as a sprawling beauty in the center of his estate.
Nestled in a bed of its roots lies a marker.
The memories come flooding back.
You, collapsing suddenly.
Doctors coming yet rarely leaving, being disposed of once they proved themselves useless.
You, again, cradled against his chest as weak coughs wracked through your body.
The day your light faded from the world and he was forced to plant you in the earth.
He hadn't even sealed you, hoping you might have cursed him just once. That perhaps you might return to walk at his side once more.
You didn't.
Too good, too pure, you were never meant for Sukuna's hands.
He destroys things. Everything. No good has ever come from him.
You are merely another testament to that fact.
Your body poisoned itself at the thought of spending the rest of your life with him.
The ground itself seems to shake when Sukuna drops to his knees at your graveside.
He never allowed himself to cry when he lost you. But now, with only the moon and his cherry blossom to bear witness to it, he allows one silvery tear to slide down his cheek.
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Warnings: NSFWš, inmate!Sukuna, anal sex, reader is Sukunaās prison bitch, he uses you like a toy, reader is a fem woman disguised as a man in prison, power play, dub con-ish (heās quite rough), overstimulation, idk this is a very long fic
The guard guiding you to your cell snorts when you ask if youāll have your own space. You canāt exactly explain to him that youāre a woman disguised as a man and need your privacy. Perhaps youāre in over your head.
You gulp as you peek around the loud prison. Large men stare as you pass by. Itās clear theyāve made this place like home, clothes lines full of laundry, some playing card games, comfy slippers, lounging on the tables or mingling about.
āHere you are,ā the guard stops in front of an open cell, rolling out his hand, āyour penthouse suite.ā
It looks like a stale dorm room for the most part. Two metal single beds, a metal toilet, two desks. And zero privacy.
Your supposed cellmate is doing pull ups on a makeshift bar in the middle of the room. His large bare, tatted back faces you, bulging arms, baggy sweatpants, and a head of pure pink hair. Heās grunting with every pull up, but they still seem chillingly effortless.
The guard leans his shoulder against the doorway. āRyomen,ā he whistles loudly as if to get a bullās attention. āGot a new friend for you.ā
Your eyes flick from the amused guard to your new āfriendā who gets one last pull-up in before dropping two socked feet to the ground with a grunt. You swear the fucking ground rumbles. He turns towards you and your knees wobble as his shadow over takes you.
Red eyes. Half of his face is mutilated, marred by a fire from long ago, you can surmise. His face tattoos match his body. Heās tall, you wouldnāt even be able to reach the height of his makeshift pull-up bar on the tips of your toes.
You stiffen as he sizes you up like the other inmates did on your way in. You hope you wrapped your chest tight enough. A woman in an all male prison? Not a good idea for too many reasons.
āHiāā you clear your throat of the high pitched tone, adopting a fake, deeper one, āHey, bro. Itās uhā cool to meet youā or whatever.ā
You could slap yourself. Who are you kidding? You donāt know how to talk like a guy. You should have told Gojo āNo, no amount of money would make me spend a year in a male prison.ā You shouldnāt have drank so much and stupidly agreed that night at the bar, because now, the best case scenario here is that the guard takes you away and they throw the real you into a womenās prison for trying to āfool the system.ā
The man takes a step forward, and youāre already tensing for a blowā but he just shoulder checks you on the way out. You stumble a little, immediately going to rub your shoulder.
The guard looks properly amused, holding back a laugh. āHere,ā he kicks off the wall, pushing some supplies into your arms. Another guard must have handed these over to him as you greeted your cellmate.
āHave fun,ā he makes his brows jump and moseys away.
You deeply exhale through the nerves in your chest, walking towards your bed, if you can even call it that. You drop the supplies onto the thin mattress. Sheets, blanket, toothbrush, etc.
Youāve never been one to pray, but youāre considering it right about now. You shake your head and give yourself something to do: put on your sheets, organize the few toiletries you have on your desk.
After fifteen minutes, some kind of bell rings through the prison and you watch inmates filter out of their cells.
You stand and lean out of the cell curiously. You catch one of them muttering about āgreen beansā and you realize itās dinner time.
You enter the crowded mess hall and youāre immediately overwhelmed, clattering trays and chaos. The smell of old meatloaf and sweaty man fills the room.
You keep your head down as you get in line, adopting a slight slouch in hopes to avoid accidental eye contact that could be perceived as a threat. The second youāre pulled into something like a violent altercation, youāll likely be exposed as a woman quite fast.
Dinner is slop with a side of slop on a metal tray, and youāre realizing why Gojo wanted to avoid this place so adamantly. A fucking paid vacation, heād said.
You scan the mess hall with the tray in your hands, heart racing.
You spot two guards leaning against the entrance, watching you with amusementā like theyāre waiting to see what happens to you, who will pick the runt of the litter. Youāre the entertainment. You must look like a little meek boy, shaking in your boots.
Itās packed. Big men in little stools. It reminds you of highschool clicks but worse. You spot your pink haired cellmate, sat alone at the only empty table, but one mean glance up with those red eyes and youāre searching elsewhere.
āWho do we have here?ā A deep voice sings as a heavy arm drops around your shoulders.
You glance up at him to see a blue haired man with scars all over his body, like heād previously had poorly done stitches. He smiles at you with dead eyes.
Some of his friends surround the two of you, bored and idleā but their bulky presence only makes you nervous.
āNeed somewhere to sit?ā he hums tauntingly, tilting his head down to your level. āMy nameās Mahito.ā
āOh, Iāā
āShhh little pet, Iāve got you now. Iāll take you under my wing! You donāt even have to thank me or anything.ā His smile makes your spine tense with chills as he moves to stand in front of you.
Do you have another choice? Youāre afraid of offending him and his scary friends if you decline.
Mahito continues, as if your acceptance is a given. āLetās just get some things straight beforeāā
Heās interrupted by a large fist slamming into his jaw, knocking him right off his feet and onto his ass. Your hands tense around your tray, eyes wide as your gaze snaps to see who just punched Mahito into a limp, dream state.
Itās your pink haired cellmate, looking down at his victim while ringing out his fist like itās just another Tuesday.
Fights must be common around here, because when you look around, no one seems surprised. Most of the men just mind their business and continue eating their food. Even the two guards are whistling, turning the other cheek.
You gulp. Mahitoās friends donāt even try to defend him, they just back awayā like hyenas in the presence of a lion. You hear one of them mutter a name, āSukuna.ā
You wonder if anyone is even going to bring Mahito to the infirmary, but when Sukunaās roaming gaze sweeps over you, all thoughts freeze in fear.
You hold his gaze a beat too long, unsure, until you see a flicker in his expression, a subtle tightening of the corner of his eyes. In a breath, you fold inward, chin dipping down to your chest in retreat.
He breaks the tension first, adjusting his neck as he turns away. He settles back into his seat with his meal, relaxed and borderline bored.
You have no clue what his intentions are, or what saving you signifies. Regardless, youāre relived to not sit with Mahito.
With no other option, you inch your way over to the only empty table where Sukuna sits. He remains focused on his food, ignoring your presence completely as you sit as far away as possibleā on the literal side edge of the seat.
You cautiously take a bite, peeking at him defensively, but he remains indifferent.
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Lights out, 9:10 pm.
You lay in your uncomfortable little bed, staring at the dirty ceiling. The cell door clanged shut at exactly 9 pm and when the guard made his final round, flashlight shining through the corridorā he passed by with a slow, deliberate glance followed by a wink that made you feel uncomfortable.
You canāt sleep, tossing and turning for 10 minutes. You shift on your side, unable to lay in one position for longer than two minutes due to this stone of a mattress.
āQuit. Moving.ā
You freeze at the demand coming from your cellmate, who probably hasnāt been able to sleep with all of your loud movement.
āSorry,ā you chirp quietly, pressing your lips together between your teeth.
He exhales, deeply. You peek at him and heās facing the opposite wall, naked back towards you.
You donāt know prison etiquette, are you meant to do something specific if someone saves you from a group of scary individuals like he did earlier? Maybe give him half of your lunch from now on or heāll take you into the back and beat the teeth out of you?
āUm,ā you whisper, practicing your āboyā voice.
You feel the energy in the room shift, like when you were a child sharing a bunk with your sibling and youād start spouting nonsense to each other after 3am.
āThank you.ā
You feel relief when a silent moment passes, maybe heās asleep and didnāt hear you, because now that youāve actually said it, you regret it. How stupid and naive could you be? You reckon gratitude like this may not apply in prison.
He grunts as he adjusts his position, and you cringe at the ceiling, subtly inching your thin blanket up to your chin. Oh. He definitely heard you.
You nod off after too many minutes of silence and you wake in the morning to the sound of the breakfast bell. You all but squeal opening your eyes to see your sweaty cellmate looming over your bed.
You quickly clear your throat, sitting up and glancing around at your surroundings. You kick your āboyā voice up, trying to recover from your girly scream. āMorning.ā
He throws a small towel over his shoulder and walks off, unbothered by the strangeness of standing over someoneās bed before theyāve even awoken.
Your breast wraps are still in tact when you peek down under your shirt, so you donāt think he saw anything he wasnāt supposed to.
Breakfast is uneventful, thankfully. Mahito, who has fresh dark bruises along his face, doesnāt even look your way. You sit alone at Sukunaās table, the same acceptable distance as before.
Things are just okay, you think.
That is, apart from the whole using the bathroom thing. Youāve been putting it off. But, itās unavoidable.
After breakfast, you peek into your cell where the shared toilet is, only to see Sukuna casually reading a scroll with one hand and doing one armed push ups with the other. The image of using the toilet in here makes your face sour. Thatād be a type of humiliation youād rather avoid, and thatās not even accounting for keeping your gender a secret.
Instead, you settle for the shared bathrooms connected to the showers in one large tiled, communal room.
Standing in front of the toilet stall, you curse Gojoās entire family line. Because of course the stalls donāt have doors. Somewhere far away, Gojo suddenly feels shivers race down his spine in the middle of his little mochi date.
Apart from the unsettling experience of using the bathroom surrounded by large men shaving and brushing their teeth, you overheard interesting information as you did your business. You had to translate male prison gossip lingo, but apparently Sukuna and Mahitoās little altercation yesterday wasnāt random.
They have history. Something about ādaring to touching his soulā ā whatever that means. You think soul is code for a drug supply, maybe.
Yesterdayās incident was a ācheckingā as your fellow inmates say. Mahito was trying to force you, someone weak and new, into his group, which made him look strong among the lower ranks. But when Sukuna stepped in, punching his lights out in front of everyone, it was a show of power.
Mahito dominates people like you, small and submissive by nature, to stay on top, but Sukuna operates on a whole nother level. In that simple act, he showed everyone that youāre on the bottom, people like Mahito are in the middle, and Sukuna reigns on top.
Youāre already cringing at your naivety thanking him last night, like he was some knight in shining armor.
Once you get back to your cell, Sukunaās still reading, this time, sat on his bed all glistening with sweat having finished his workout.
You ignore your nerves walking past him to sit on your own bed with your back against the wall.
Youād scored a notebook and pen from the recreation room, and begin idly drawing the time away. Seeing how heās the only thing there is to draw in this place, you start sketching Sukunaās profile.
His nose is particularly a unique shape, reminiscent of the Greek God statues. You glance up for the millionth time to get the particular slope of his bridge committed to memory, and startle to see him looking back at you with a glare.
You slouch into yourself, your face growing hot having been caught staring and you force your eyes back down.
āYou keep thinking youāre allowed to do that.ā
Your heart rate kicks up at his scary gravelly tone, like a demon having come back to life in the form of his vocal cords. You naively thought he didnāt notice your glances, since he never even spared you a look.
āSorry,ā you mutter quietly.
āLook at me,ā he demands in a way that you wouldnāt dare consider disobeying. Fuck. You were hoping heād just let it be.
You clench your eyes shut for a brief moment, squeezing your pen in your palm before slowly sitting up and peering at him.
āPitiful. Truly.ā He scoffs, looking at your entire form with disgust. āDo you have no honor? Stand.ā
You hesitate, gaze flicking, feeling like youāre playing a game of simon says.
āI said,ā his tone rumbles as he moves to sit at the edge of his bed, chin resting on his fist, āstand.ā
A passing inmate side eyes your open cell, but he minds his business as if it holds a sleeping monster within.
You gently toss your notebook to the side and your brows twitch as you push yourself up to stand, socked feet meeting the cold floor.
You arenāt even sure if youāre meant to be looking at him still, gaze uncertain.
āNow kneel.ā
A flashback of how hard Sukunaās fist met the bone of Mahitoās jaw makes you slowly bend and drop to your knees.
You spot a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes before a judgmental expression takes over, like your obedience is simultaneously sickening and mandatory to him.
āYou hold your head quite high,ā he hints at your lack of respect, and if putting your forehead on the dirty floor is all he makes you do for disrespectfully staring, youād probably be lucky.
Your brows pinch in a pout, grossed out with the prospect of it but still, you inch your head down.
āGood,ā he drawls the word out with a whispery rasp, āGo on. All the way down.ā
Once youāre in a fully seated bow, like a servant in the old ages, he exhales slow and deep. Cathartically.
A long moment passes with his red eyes on the back of your head. The floor smells like dirt and a trace of bleach. Youāre completely vulnerable in his position, with the back of your neck exposed and blinded.
Honestly, youāre wondering if Sukuna is still there. Itās so quiet, all you can hear is the subtle mumble of the others outside of the cell in the main area and the tick of the clock.
You prepare to speak by taking in a small breath, and thatās all it takes for Sukuna to snap at you.
āDid I say you could speak?ā
You gulp.
āYouāre new,ā he complains, āThe next time you disobey me, you wonāt enjoy what I do.ā
You hear the bed creak from him standing, but he doesnāt take a step in any direction. Just stands above you.
āLick the floor.ā
Your lips part in shock, blinking at the floor in confusion. You canāt even begin to imagine the disgusting things that line this floor after decades of men coming in and out. Youāve seen the guy who cleans the floors, heās blindā literally. Humiliation is the only benefit to making someone do something like this, to knock them back into their place. You donāt have another choice.
āShow me,ā he snaps, making you flinch. āYour tongue.ā
Fuck this place, you obey. Slip your tongue out and slide it against the floor, eyes clenched shut to cope with the taste of everything horrible and bitter.
Pushing your palms to the floor, you lift your head, giving him the pathetic display of your twitching tongue.
The light above haloās his pink head like a dark angel, and you see his lips curl into a diabolical smile. Pleased with your submission.
He squats, lining his mouth to your earā not touching, but close enough to hear. āThe hell are you looking at?ā
Your eyes clench shut as fast as his words come out and you almost flinch when you feel the tip of his finger brush against your clavicle. Your breast wrap is right thereānot impossibly close, but too close for comfort. Itās like heās bringing attention to how frail your bones are, brushing the bone so lightly.
āSpeak.ā
āYouā Iām sorry,ā is all you know to spit out around the taste of the bitter floor in your mouth.
He tuts like your answer is just average, a boring C- at best. It seems to be all you know how to say, that and thank you.
āI donāt want troubleā I didnāt know I couldnāt look at you,ā you stupidly explain.
āHave a little crush on me?ā
You gulp, shaking your head. āN-No.ā
He stands. āWhy are you here?ā
āBecause you told me toāā your uncertain gaze flicks around his face but never connects to his eyes.
He interrupts you, repeating himself in a rougher tone, āWhy are you here?ā
You realize heās asking why you were locked up.
āSpeak. My impatience is not passive youāll soon find out,ā he snaps at you when you donāt immediately answer.
āIā I lost a bet. I needed money.ā Technically not a lie, but you can see how your words imply that you robbed someone or something.
He uses a socked foot to nudge at your tummy, and you tense, praying he doesnāt lift it or lower it in either direction.
Youāre bracing for a kick, a shove, something. Instead, he simply runs his foot down your abdomen until his toes brush the clothed skin above your pussy. You shiver in anticipated worry, looking up at him through your lashes like heās a god given the right to deciding your fate.
Just when you think this is it, heās going to push just an inch lower and notice your lack of dickā he loudly sniffles and walks out like nothing happened.
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Later, 11:25 am.
Your one reprieve after your humiliating morning is the library. Everyone has a job in prisonā a 0.25$ paying jobā but itās better than nothing. Youād been lucky to land a job sorting books. Pushing a little cart around, organizing the collection of educational texts, self-help, religious, even things like the hunger gamesā it was nice.
That is, until your heart drops down to your ass when Sukuna pushes you against the shelf, chest pressing into your back.
You gasp, dropping the book in your grasp. Your mind immediately flicks to movies youāve seen, involving a homemade shiv and a lot of blood, people who have nothing to lose and kill just for the hell of it. Youāre an easy target too, smaller than the rest.
āYouāre welcome,ā he says casually into your ear. Heās not even pushing into you in an overtly sexual manner, just pinning you to the shelves.
You knew he was awake last night. But, he definitely didnāt intentionally protect you from Mahito, no, it had nothing to do with you. Heās taunting you.
You let out a shaky breath, daring to speak just above a whisper. āFāfor what?ā
āThis is how itās going to work,ā he explains, hard hand gripping the back of your neck, āIām going to fuck your ass, use you until that gratitude dries up and in returnā no one will touch you.ā
Oh shit. Your face pales. Heās explaining the concept of being a ābitchā to you because itās your first time in prison. Was it that obvious? (Yes.)
You let out a fearful whine under your breath, so quiet, but being so close, he hears it.
āWhatās wrong? Thought you wanted to thank me,ā he mocks you, hot breath fanning your ear. Maybe in another universe, youād beg the domineering man fuck youā as you. But if you want your gender to remain a secret in here, you have no choice but to get out of this.
āIā but,ā You grip the shelf harshly, thinking of any excuse, āIām a virgin!ā
A pause. Did that actually work? Youāre not an actual virgin, but youāve never done analā technically not a lie.
Your bated breath halts when he lets out a boisterous laugh. āOh?ā he drawls like a king on a throne.
You can almost guarantee he feels your heart thumping through your fucking back.
āYouāre just a hole. Meant for use. Doesnāt matter to me, I truly donāt care.ā
āIā please, I canāt do that for you. I want toā I really want to! But I canāt,ā you breathe, hoping you havenāt offended his egoā which you assume is larger than this building. You want to be able to say yes, just so that you donāt have a target on your back.
āTch,ā he clicks in distaste, āI wonāt injure you. Is that enough to address your concerns?ā You think he mutters a āloserā under his breath but you arenāt sure.
The fact that heās even trying to quell your fears is surprising, and gives you a spec of hope. It also allows you to consider the idea of what his protection in exchange would mean. Everyone clearly fears Sukuna, youād get through this year untouchedā aside from the obvious.
āUhāuhm,ā you gulp, side glancing back at him as much as his grip will allow. āIām insecure about uh.. my dick.ā
His brows lower into a furrow, looking at you with judgement. āFine,ā he rolls his eyes, āyour little cock wonāt come out of its confines. Satisfied?ā
Are you actually going to do this? Can you even pull this off? The fact that this man even wants to fuck you in the first place is completely out of the blue. You knew things like this happened in here, but from this guy?
You shift. āWhy do you want thisā with me?ā
āIām not gay,ā he scoffs, āFool. I simply need a flesh light.ā
āOh, and,ā he pushes his nose into your head, behind your ear, and sniffs, āyou smell nice, like a woman.ā
You shiver. Itās horrifying that he can actually smell that on you without knowing it.
āDeal?ā
You clench your eyes shut and nod.
He finally pushes off of you and mutters a āgoodā before walking away and out of the library.
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Youāve never been one for the concept of anal. Youād glare whenever a boyfriend would even bring it up. Itās always felt inconsiderate, like youāre just being used when a more pleasurable hole is right there. Youāre kind of nervous, but part of you is relieved.
Since you made the deal, Sukuna has āclaimedā you. He makes you grab his meals for him, sit across from him in the cafeteria, visible signs of ownership. The other inmates avoid you completely; even a minor bump into your shoulder in passing earns an apology. Youāre his now, and everyone knows it. Off limits.
As for your end of the deal, you arenāt sure when Sukuna is going to be in the mood to fuck. Youāve been stealing peeks at him, watching too closely, hoping for a signal, but Sukuna noticed. After that time you practically jumped when he stood up from his bed, he gave you a glare that made your knees weak. Instead, youāve decided to just wait for him to tell you when heās ready.
A few days after your library talk, Sukuna finally gives you the signal.
Itās morning, and you wake to see him hovering over your bed once again.
You startle, sitting up quickly as you rub your eyes. āWhā what happened?ā
He tosses you a little bag of chips, the type you can only get from the confectionery, and your brows furrow down at it.
āUm,ā you glance at him, unsure, āthank you.ā It sounds more like a question than a statement.
āLibrary, 12 pm. Thereās a spot with no cameras in the back.ā
Your eyes flicker in recognition, and your heart races as you nod. āOkay, Iāllā umā Iāll be there. Thatās great. Sounds good.ā
He deadpans at your pathetic attempt at speaking and walks off.
You canāt help but feel a weird affection placing the bag of chips under your bed, rolling your eyes at yourself. Itās a bag of chips, and you have more to worry about than catching feelings for this guy.
You have to prep.
The communal showers are sectioned by half walls and curtains. Youāve been able to shower, dry yourself, wrap your breasts, and get dressed all inside of the little shower section without anyone seeing your important body parts since youāve been here. Still, youād rather some privacy as you do what needs to be done today.
Thankfully, itās empty when you check the showers while breakfast is taking place.
You stand there naked under the water, toes curling in nerves as you slowly bring the empty bottle up to fill it with water. A homemade douche. Itās mildly humiliating shooting water up your ass but itās a necessary evil.
About a few hours later, youāre sorting books like your job entails, while anxiously glancing at the door and wall clock every two minutes with anticipation.
At 12:03 he pushes the door open, and you immediately turn your head back to face the shelves.
You hear him snap at the only person reading at a table, forcing them to leave. Your heart races when you hear him lock the entrance door behind them.
You stupidly pretend youāre deciding which shelf the book in your hands belongs on as his heavy footsteps close the distance between you.
He settles right beside you and you peek up at him.
āCome.ā He nods his head, gesturing you to follow as he turns and leads you to the last isle, all the way to the back of the room.
āRight here?ā You glance at the camera in the corner.
āRight here.ā
You gasp when he grabs your hips and manhandles you over to the very corner of the isle, pressed into the shelf with your back to him. āItās a blind spot.ā
āOkay,ā you lick your lips nervously, fumbling with the hem of your sweatpants. āIā how do weā should I justā?ā
He squeezes his big hands over your shaky ones, stopping you. āRelax,ā he snaps. āAss fucking is not that difficult. Itāll be a lot easier for you than it is for women.ā
You gulp at that, his (rude) reassurance means nothing considering the obvious.
He swats your hands away and you squeak when he pulls your sweatpants down enough to expose your ass to the chilly air.
You curiously glance back when you hear a click of a cap opening. He squirts an ungodly amount of lube into his palm and tosses it aside. (How did he even obtain lube in here?)
āPretty fucking ass,ā he says as if itās an insult, using one hand to spread your cheek and slide a glob onto your hole with two fingers.
You cringe at the cold feeling of the gel as he rubs your hole, anticipating him shoving his finger in there.
āItās gonna hurt,ā you say wearily, āright?ā
He rolls his eyes, using his middle finger to push at the resistance of the rim.
You gasp when it pops in. He slowly massages your insides in a manner to loosen the very edges, preparing the most taught of the muscles to stretch. Itās more weird than uncomfortable feeling something wiggling around in there.
āYouāre lucky Iām doing this,ā he rasps, āVirgin.ā
āThank you,ā you squeak. He uses his free hand to shove your hips out a bit more.
He whispers as he pulls his finger out, āHowās it feel knowing youāre about to get fucked in the ass? Feel the shame yet?ā
You gulp and clench your eyes shut when you catch a glimpse of his hefty cock being pulled out of his sweats. A large, scary winding vein catches your eye.
āSlow,ā you chirp as he presses the tip to your ass, āplease go slow.ā
He notches his chin over your head, wrapping one arm around your tummy to push your back into his chest and grunts, āI will.ā
His large body envelops you, like a hard hug. If it werenāt for his tip forcing your asshole to open up, youād probably enjoy being held by a big man like this.
You hiss, unable to keep your hands from snapping back and digging your nails into his hips. The intrusion is uncomfortable, so odd and unnatural to have something this big pushing into your backside.
He doesnāt seem to mind your nails, undulating the tip around in circles within the very inside so you can get used to the feeling.
āThatās it,ā he drawls, āopen up.ā
You let out a high-pitched whine and your āboyā persona is thrown out of the window, completely irrelevant as he inches the rest of it in. Heās fully seated.
āOkay, okay,ā you gasp, frantically tapping his hip and toned back, ādonāt move yet.ā
He exhales deeply, like he feels relaxed having finally mounted a warm hole. His warm huffs of breath calm you as they steadily fan the side of your head.
āTick tock,ā he hums after a minute of your hole pulsing around him in attempt to cope with the intrusion. āIt will hurt less if I move.ā
āFuck,ā you whimper, shaky hands moving to brace against the shelves. āOkay, fine.ā
āGood.ā He wraps one hand roughly around your mouth and his other arm holds your midsection taut to his front.
You squeal behind his hand when he pulls out and barrels back in with one hard rut. It hurts, but somehow, his large dick has reached your g-spot through your ass. You likely have a bulge in your tummy from the way his tip is angled to push down against your vaginal canal through the back door.
āAhhh.ā He tilts his head and rumbles an exhales right into your ear, like heās dipping into a nice, warm hot-spring.
It doesnāt take long for him to set a rhythm, rocking his hips in short, hard thrusts. The contact of your cheeks meeting his hips creates a loud āplap,ā bouncing off the books in lewd repetition. His harsh breaths are the most you receive from him in terms of vocalized pleasure, but sometimes he offers a grunt.
Your feet shuffle with every hit, toes barely touching the ground as his strong hold keeps you up in the air like youāre just a human sized flesh light. Heās using you, and you canāt deny his incidental abuse of your g-spot feels good.
āYou moan like a fuckin girl,ā he hisses into your ear as he pounds your ass.
You can only moan under his palm, confirming his what he thinks is an insult. The jackhammering is short and mean, barely a few inches of his base exiting your puckering hole before stuffing it back inside.
āThis ass is mine,ā he grunts as your clit throbs with need, āPathetic fuck. Letting a guy bend you over.ā
Your legs shake as he grows frantic and mean, putting horrifying strength behind each thrust. Youāre fucking like bunnies, your body frantically jostles up and down and youād be embarrassed if it werenāt for how heās completely dominating you. A few books fall right off of the shelf and clatter to the carpeted floor with the force of it all. You wonder if heās fucking you this hard because he thinks youāre a man, that you can and should be able to handle it.
You exhale sharply out of your nose, eyes clenched shut as you take his last few slams.
āFuck!ā He grunts, throwing his head back as his grip on you grows so harsh youāll have bruises on your waist later. You feel his dick pulse as he dumps his load as deep as he can go into your ass, keeping his hips still against your irritated asscheeks.
Finally he sighs as he slides out, making your hole clench shut the second the intrusion is gone.
You practically stumble for balance as he lets you go, knees buckling. Pussy dripping and confused while your ass aches.
You want to just collapse right here, take a much needed rest, but you canāt risk an accidental flash of your pussy. You pull your sweatpants up, out of breath.
He tucks his dick back in, glancing down at you with a glow of physical relief on his face. āYou took me well,ā he licks his top teeth, tilting his head. āDid you enjoy getting your cherry popped?ā
That was almost a compliment. Your insides are still screaming for an orgasm and a break simultaneously. You feel your face rise in temp, pathetically, and you canāt help but tuck your chin to your chest.
āJust fucked you and youāre getting shy.ā He snickers with a look of disgust. āI think iāll play with you again and again until I tire of this.ā
He doesnāt even give you a chance to respond before moseying out of the library, adjusting his dick in his pants as he goes.
Somehow, youād gotten away with the first fucking without revealing your secret. Aside from not having a chance to finish the job and rub yourself to a much needed orgasm, youāre quite proud of yourself.
Sukuna doesnāt speak to you more than usual following the act, heās just not the type. Does one speak to their flesh light between uses?
That night, you almost believe youāre dreaming when you wake up to Sukunaās weight lying directly on top of you. You couldnāt sleep comfortably on your sore ass, so youād had to sleep on your tummy, giving him a perfect opportunity.
āAgain,ā he rasps into your ear, grinding against your ass. You must have done well earlier if heās already back for more, or heās fond of how your asshole feels.
You tiredly whine and lower your groggy tone to say, āBut the guards will hearā and the others.ā
He ignores your concerns and crawls down your body, yanking your sweats down. You squeak, pushing a hand under yourself to keep your pants up at the front.
You glance over your shoulder. āWhat are youā oh!ā
He spreads your ass and licks a stripe up your asshole, terrifyingly close to your pussy. So close your pussy clenches in anticipation, having a sweet mind of its own.
He pauses as he looks down at your hole with furrowed brows. Itās dark enough that he wonāt be able to see the feminine parts of you, you hope.
He doesnāt say a word about his pause, just brings his face back down and pushes his tongue into your ass. He wriggles it around and you cringe, gripping the sheets as he stimulates your sore hole. You canāt even tell if it feels good to have your ass ate, or if itās the concept of this man with his face in your ass, or the fact that youāre just fucking horny and begging for scraps.
After one last lick from your hole all the way up to your lower back, he crawls up to lay on you with his lips to your ear.
āWhy the fuck is your ass sweet?ā he asks as he lifts his hips to yank his cock out. Your brows raise, almost letting out a snicker. It must be due to your pussy leaking wetness down to your ass all day since the library.
āIā I donāt know,ā you mumble as he holds one of your cheeks open and slides his tip against your hole.
āJust,ā he grunts as he pops the tip in, not even waiting before pushing in to the hilt, āstay quiet and Iāll be done in a second.ā
You whine under your breath, fisting the sheets as your toes curl. His legs surround the outsides of yours as his arms wrap around your neck in a loose headlock. You arenāt sure you can stay quiet if he pounds you like he did before without his hand covering your mouth. Getting caught with his dick in your ass doesnāt sound so great.
But fuck, you suddenly donāt care because his abs clench as he lifts his hips and slides back in, already gaining a stead rhythm. Itās slower than before, but hard. Your eyes roll back at how passionate it is, fingers pressing into his pulsing arms around your neck. You canāt remember the last time a man truly put his heart into fucking you.
You think you may be able to enjoy this little arrangement after all, considering his dick is big enough to pound into your g-spot with every hump. Maybe his claim on you, the free use of it all, is charming too.
But then, he begins to slide a hand down under you and you freeze.
Heās reaching for your nonexistent dick.
You snap your hand down to grip his wrist, stopping him, but you know that he could bypass your frail hold if he really wanted to.
āD-Donāt touch,ā you breathily murmur through his continued thrusts.
āTch,ā he grunts in distaste, āWonāt see your ugly dick. You should be thanking the gods that Iād even try to touch you.ā
You wish you could allow him to touch, rub your clit, finger you, fuck you the proper way. But no matter how horny you are, you have to have a clear head about this. If he knew you were a woman, he could tell the guardsā or worse, tell the other inmates and let them have a turn with you. Thatās just the tip of the iceberg of the horrible things that could happen to you if youāre exposed.
āI know, I know,ā you gulp, lips parting as he manages a particularly nice thrust, ājustā next time. Okay? Next time.ā
He huffs, exasperated and gives up, moving his hand away and instead uses it to dig into your hip to get a better angle.
āFuuck,ā you breathe in a particularly girly way as he reaches deeper, and he hisses in your ear in obvious pleasure. He seems to enjoy the way you āmoan like a woman.ā
āGood,ā he thrusts, ālittle,ā thrust, āhole.ā
He cums with a last few pitiful humps and rubs his hips against your ass in a circle as if to make sure his cum is deeep in there.
You feel utterly spent when he pulls out, two loads in your ass just from today and youāre clocking out.
He doesnāt even give you another look as he gets up and stretches with a yawn, wet dick still hanging about his thigh.
You pull your sweats up with a grimace at how sore your asshole feels. If you werenāt so horny, you might be annoyed how beat up your insides feel.
You exhale in relief when he passes out the second he flops down into bed like any average man does. Youāre already thinking of some way to fool him into thinking you have a cock by the next time he wants to fuck.
_______
Youāve stolen a cucumber from the kitchen. It wasnāt easy, but you managed.
Sukuna has you up against the cell bars and has grown quite confident in his ability to fuck you within an inch of your life. He doesnāt seem like heās all that invested in you, after all, he still thinks of you as some boy heās using to get off. But youāre still enjoying it as much as any woman can reasonably enjoy anal.
He definitely seems to enjoy fucking you too, because you can feel his thighs shake as he pounds into you.
He kicks your feet wider and reaches around you to grab at your ādick.ā āGonna let me touch it now?ā
You gulp, peeking down at his hand that finds the cucumber and grips it.
āJesus Christ, youāre fucking hard.ā
You would laugh in his face if he wasnāt obliterating your insides with heavy humps.
He slowly begins to knead your ācockā and the only way you know that, is because the tip of the cucumber incidentally rubs against your clit with every one of his strokes.
āOh shit,ā you breathe, brows raising and blinking into an eye roll of surprise pleasure. The stimulation to your clit and g-spot is like heaven after two days of being pent up.
āDonātā donāt stop,ā you beg, making his brow quirk.
The second you start fucking back into his cock, like an auto-masterbater, Sukunaās eyes roll and his orgasm appears in the distance.
He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, indifferent to the pain he could be causing and meets your thrusts half way. Thereās no way youāre not waking the entire cell block with the slapping sound bouncing off the concrete walls.
You sigh in disappointment when he lets go of your ādickā and uses both hands to grip your hips, thrusting harder than ever.
He hisses an inhale like it hurts, a string of saliva connecting your shoulder to his teethā and cums as his feet slightly shuffle.
āPhew,ā he exhales, pulling out and tucking his dick back in. He crashes right into bed, just like before, and leaves you throbbing and needy. Again.
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Sometime in the middle of the night, Your cell.
Sukuna has turned ravenous, he wants to fuck everyday, at least twice. Itās a bit much because you have to prep the same day before anal, and youāve had to turn him down. Not without worries of how heād take the rejection with little explanation, but thankfully, all he did is tsk and walk off.
One day of no sex, and heās been staring at you through the entire day. When you wake up, in the cafeteria, on walks, while you draw on your bed. Itās frightening since you canāt read his expression thatās always resting in a threatening way. Would it be stupid to ask what heās feeling?
Honestly, you just wanted him to wait until you could prep, and then he could have at itā but he didnāt get the message. And itās not like you can just tell him, āHey Sukuna, you can fuck my ass anytime now. Clockās ticking!ā Thatād mean youāre actively seeking anal, and thatās ridiculous. Right?
You shrug it off and decide to ignore his stare, focusing your attention on the book in your hands. Heās a big boy, if he needs something, heāll ask for it.
And ask for it, he does.
You gasp when youāre suddenly pushed down flat to your bed, strong hands spreading your legs so Sukuna can rest between them as your book clatters to the floor. You hadnāt even heard his footsteps, or the creak of his bed as he stood.
āJesus Christ,ā you breathe, looking up at him with your heart racing out of your chest. āYou scared me.ā
His clothed bulge is hovering just above your pussy, but if he rested his weight down a few inches, youāre fucked. Maybe literally.
He must have just showered, his hair is damp and dark pink. He looks down at you hungry, like youāre not a person but a fucktoy with a timed lock on it thatās almost ready to use again, licking his bottom lip. āDoes this fix your problem? Can I fuck you now, princess?ā
Your brows furrow, an obvious question mark on your expression. You ignore the pet name meant to taunt you, because youāre not a man with toxic masculinity.
He rolls his eyes. āIām not kissing you. Missionary is as romantic as Iāll get. Take it or leave it.ā
What? He must have misinterpreted your rejection as a desire for more intimacy and affection when you have sex. The idea of missionary with Sukuna makes your tummy flutterā but you canāt.
You press your lips together, concealing a laugh. āOh. Umā no,ā you gently press against his chest, āI like how we usually do it.ā
āYou know,ā he leans into your face, āIām getting real tired of you bossing me around.ā
āIām sorry,ā you say, recalling your excuse for keeping your dick out of sight, āI just feelā uhāinsecure.ā
āFuck that,ā he grunts, grabbing hold of the hem of your sweats, āOnly way to get over that shit is to face it.ā
You grasp his wrist, nervously. Itās not like you donāt want Sukuna to know youāre a woman so you can fuck the way you want to, itās just too complicated and risky.
āIā really, letās just do it against the wall, like we always do!ā you attempt to convince him as he pulls against your hold.
He doesnāt say a word, just squints at you like he can smell bullshit in your words.
Suddenly, he yanks your pants all the way down until they fall to the floor and you immediately cup your sex, trying to hide from him. You twist your lower half to lie on your side, legs bent around his side so they can stay together.
He glances down at your lower half and grips your thigh. āShow me,ā he snaps, more suspicious than warranted if he actually believed your lies of insecurity.
You shake your head stubbornly, clenching your eyes shut.
āNow,ā he allows the word to reverberate against the walls of the cell, and you swear you can feel the vibrations in your chest.
That domineering tone is like a frequency that emits a wave of submission in timid people like you, like a lions roar to a cornered bunny.
Still, you donāt open your legs.
He scoffs a huff of air, like heās in disbelief of your sudden ability to grow balls. Pun intended.
You peek your eyes open when you feel him shift to crawl down your body until his breath is fanning your hand covering your pussy and naked asshole.
You squeak when he slides his tongue against your fingers. āOpen up,ā he taunts, giving your asshole a little lick as well.
You whimper as he begins licking at your hand and your thighs, resolve dissolving with every warm, wet touch.
āIāmā Iām scared,ā you admit with panic, though youāre being too vague for him to actually console you even if he wanted to.
He takes a big bite out of your thigh and you gasp, pussy clenching in need from the sting. Your wetness has made your hands slippery, and the second he takes another bite, this time a deep one on your fingers, your hand slips away with a sting and a hiss.
He takes the opportunity to yank your legs apart, spreading them over each of his thighs till youāre on full display in front of him. Like a plate.
Your wide eyes flick from your exposed pussy, to his red eyes trained down between your legs. You quickly reach to futilely cover yourself once again.
āAht!ā he scolds, pinning your wrists to the bed on either side of your body before they can cover your sex again. āDonāt fucking move,ā he snaps, inches from your face.
You must have the expression of a small animal being prepped for slaughter as he closely eyes you because thatās exactly how you feel. You watch his face shift as he realizes your features arenāt just girly, youāre a fucking girl.
āPlease.ā You plead him, but for what exactly?
He exhales into you, ignoring you to observe your body. He lets go of one wrist to slowly raise the hem of your shirt up to your collarbones, revealing a tightly wrapped chest.
As if he needs to make sure, he rips it away and blinks at your bouncing tits. One last look at your pussy and he huffs harshly, gazing into your eyes like he just won the lottery.
āHoly shit.ā
Youāre mute, afraid and frozen in place as your legs clench around his hips, trying to close them around him even though itās impossible.
āWhy are you here?ā
He watches you with equal parts curiosity and amused awe.
āIā I made a deal. A stupid fucking deal,ā you breathe in your natural feminine voice. Itās not hard to assume the deal was money for time in prison.
He shakes his head, laughing airily like he canāt believe his eyes. āNow this is so very interesting. A woman in my cell.ā
He leans into your ear, making your chest and tummy erupt in goosebumps. āI knew your little asshole was too good to be true.ā He nips your ear and you whine.
āDonātā please donāt tell anyone.ā
Your quiet request makes him burst out laughing, head tossing back as he hovers over you territorially.
āTell them?ā A vein in his forehead pops as his gaze manically flicks back and forth from each of your eyes, āNo, you foolish little thing. Youāre all mine. Youād have to fucking kill me to share this pretty pussy.ā
You arenāt sure if you should feel relived or scared. Youāve grown fond of Sukunaās cock, but that look in his eye is downright diabolical.
āYouāre,ā you begin with a swallow, ānot gonna hurt me?ā
āOhhh,ā he breathes cathartically like heās battling aggression seeing something so small and delicate beg not to be broken. āNo, no. Iām not gonna hurt you. Youāre safe with me.ā
You arenāt so sure, if that glint in his eye and tone in his deep voice tells you anything. Like mouse encountering a perfect piece of cheese suspiciously sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, begging to be eaten.
He leans in and lays a soft kiss to your cheek, making you blink.
āSee?ā he hums smiling, āI know exactly how to handle with care.ā
He presses his nose to your neck and starts sniffing you loudly, like a dogā down to your breasts, your tummy, and finally he takes a good long sniff of your pussy.
You slap your hands to your face in embarrassment and he groans loudly on an exhale, jaw pinching as he clenches his teeth. āFuuuck. Nothing quite like it. Your pussy smells very nice,ā he trails off with a manic laugh, licking his lips.
His eye catches on your pinched brows once you hesitantly pull your hands away to grip the sheets and he leans into your face with a careful kiss to your jaw. āDeal still on, baby?ā
You absolutely have no choice, you need his protection now more than before. Without this deal, thereās no telling what heād doā no matter what he says. And even if he keeps his word, whoās to say no one else will find out your secret? It helps that heās hauntingly sexy with a big dick he knows what to do with.
You gulp, nodding. āYes, please.ā
āGoood,ā his lip curls as he drawls the word out, āThatās very good.ā
He licks a wet stripe up the side of your face, making you grip his biceps.
āAre we going to have sex? Myā You want myāā
He interrupts your stutter by humming against your cheek with amusement. āOh yes. I want your pussy. Iām gonna take it over and over again.ā
You exhale a sigh, eyes slightly rolling back, enjoying his words a little too much for the situation at hand.
āIām not on birth control,ā you warn him weakly as he begins to suck on your neck.
He hums nonchalantly, slowly sliding his hand down your tummy.
Your hips jerk when he cups your entire sex, long cold fingers pressing into your warm folds that are just begging for love.
āWe donāt have condoms,ā you add, biting your lip as he uses two middle fingers to carefully brush from your slippery hole up to your clit.
He chuckles against your neck, wickedly, like heās enjoying every aspect of this conversation.
āNo, we donāt,ā he agrees with a smile you can literally hear on his voice.
Your jaw drops as he starts rubbing leisurely circles against your throbbing clit, back arching to press your abdomen into his hard abs.
āYou have to pull out,ā you whine in a broken moan.
āOkay,ā he agrees with ease, moving to press his lips to yours.
You barely kiss him back, as his lips slide and suck on yours.
āI thought you said you didnāt want to kiss me,ā you say, muffled as your legs tremble.
He moves his middle fingers down and slides one into your core, making you gasp into his mouth.
He abruptly shoves his tongue into your mouth, sliding and flicking against your tongue. He peeks the tip of his pointer finger in to join his middle inside you, and once your initial ring of resistance gives, he shoves it in like a glove.
āOh,ā you whine, brows pinching and toes curling. āYour fingers are soā fuckā theyāre big.ā
āOho,ā he breathes as he unhurriedly rocks them in and out, āYouāve been so unsatisfied, havenāt you? Getting ass fucked with not one touch to your pretty, crying little pussy.ā
You nod erratically, āI was just so scared if you found ouā oh god.ā
He gradually puts weight behind his thrusts, fingering you at an angle to abuse your g-spot.
āYou thought I would want to hurt you,ā he assumes with a pitying smile, āNo, no. I just wanna fuck the shit out of you.ā
You reach down and grip his wrist, but his hand in motion makes it difficult.
āPlease make me cum,ā you beg, āIād be reallyā so grateful.ā
āYeah?ā He presses a peck to your lips and crawls down to stuff his face between your legs. āFinally,ā he sighs to your pussy.
He glances up at you and pecks your jumping clit. āGonna eat your pussy. You want that?ā
Your eyes roll back and you nod pathetically. āOh my god, yes.ā
He doesnāt waste time. He makes a pursing motion with his lips and basically sucks your clit into his mouth like a vacuum, gently suckling on it with his eyes blissfully closed. His free hand rests around your hip and flat against your lower tummy.
Your brain is fucking buzzing, toes curling in the air as you breathe short, pathetic breaths. Youāre delightfully surprised he knows you need your clit stimulated to cum; a man in prison just isnāt the type youād expected to know what most women need.
You use both hands to gently curl into his pink hair, watching his lips envelop your clit as the motion of his hand rocks into you.
āThat feels good,ā you affirm, voice shaky, making sure he knows heās going a good job so he doesnāt feel motivated to stop.
He doesnāt answer you, just flicks his tongue against your clit with horrifying stamina, like his tongue is as trained as the rest of his body. You donāt feel a second of lag in his force behind his tongue and that yummy suction.
You melt when he transitions into thorough, flat tongued licks, the kind that nudges your clit in a way thatās not too overstimulatingā but genuinely pleasurable in a sustainable way. You could actually cum like this. You rub his head like a masseuse, kneading the skin affectionately, making his brows and forehead slightly move with your massage.
He eats you like he hasnāt eaten his favorite meal in a long time, and considering the slop in the cafeteria, your delirious mind thinks it makes perfect sense that heās probably soo hungry. Itās not his fault heās so eager.
Your toes curl as your abdomen clenches inward, honing your focus to find an orgasm in the distance with every specifically pressurized slide of his tongue.
He tilts his head idly, side to side and the second he finds that perfect angle to the left, you gasp and yank his head impossibly closer.
āRight there, huh?ā is the last thing he says before repeating the motion perfectly, over and over and over while his hand continues at ample speed. Itās about 27 licks in when the white blinds your sight and you give in to the ecstasy of an orgasm.
āThank you, thank you, thank youā fuck!ā you stupidly babble the one phrase you canāt seem to stop repeating to the man ever since you met him, voice strained and slurring as your brain short circuits and cuts off the connection between your motor skills and brain signals.
Even when you fall limp with fading euphoria, frailly whining, āno more,ā his big mouth attaches to your entire slit like a fucking milk pump, despite acknowledging your orgasm passing by discarding his wet fingers to join his other hand on your hip/tummy area.
Itās an interesting sightā your weak, spasming body jerking in overstimulation as he blissfully hallows his cheeks and enjoys your cunt with all kinds of tongue techniques. The type of techniques a stupidly rich man has learnt after so many wine tastings to get the full taste profile of every berry inside to layer over his every tastebud. Getting his full moneyās worth of this favorite thing.
But fuck if it doesnāt feel good to be licked, even with the ultra sensitivity of an after glow.
āSukunaā please,ā you whimper, āArenāt you gonna fuck me?ā
Thatās what makes him pause, flicking open his relaxed, heavily lidded gaze.
He unsuctions your warm folds, letting go in one popping motion and you exhale sharply when the cold air hits you.
He crawls up your body like a predator, more than twice your size. He slides his arms under your back to hold you flush to his body, hugging you in a possessive hold. One hand wraps around the back of your neck, fingers almost meeting at the front, and the other massages your lower back.
āAm I popping your pussy cherry too?ā he hums, lips brushing yours as he speaks into your mouth.
āNo,ā you huff, āIs that a deal breaker?ā
He nips your lower lip. āIām gonna eat you whole,ā he expresses how deeply he wants to fuck youā how small a concern like being a virgin would be to him.
You shiver, and maybe even start to consider why heās in prison in the first place. Eat you.. whole..?
āCan we fuck first?ā
He licks his teeth as his metaphorical tiger tail flicks behind himā like a bunny has triggered a tigers instinct to play while in the midst of a chase. If he could purr, he would be right about now.
Interrupting your little moment, the breakfast bell rings. Sukuna must have made his move an hour before six while you were reading the night away and neither of you noted the time. Sukuna had thought itād be a 10 minute ass fuck, but now that heās stumbled upon gold in the form of a woman, heās gotten distracted.
Youāre expecting Sukuna to be frustrated that you have to stop before you even reached the main event, but surprisingly, he just helps you get dressed and then stands lazily by the cell bars to cover you while you wrap your chest so no one eyes his plaything.
The guard just passes by boredly, doing morning checks, nodding at Sukuna in brief greeting.
Once the guard is out of sight, you huff in exhaustion and sit up on your bed. After all the fear of being exposed as a woman and having an orgasm like that, all you want is to sleep. You literally nod off as you sit there, listening to the ruffle of Sukuna throwing on some new clothes.
Two taps to your cheek makes you startle, slurping up some drool as you open your eyes. Sukuna squats in front of you, holding your knees.
āBreakfast,ā he reminds you, āget up.ā
You pout at his tone, having hoped heād soften up to you after learning youāre a woman. A woman he desperately wants to fuck and protect and own.
āCanāt you bring it to me?ā
He blinks at you, deadpanning. āThe fuck did you just say?ā
You flinch a bit, chin tucking into your chest. You grow even more alert as he stands and pushes over you, making you lean back in bed with your palms behind you, supporting your weight right beside his own larger ones.
āDoes this pretty little thing want to be punished?ā
You immediately bite your lip, smiling as he pushes his head into your neck to nip at it.
āMhm, keep doing that,ā you encourage his panty dropping neck kisses.
Oncoming footsteps leading closer and closer to your cell make your heart jolt, and suddenly he roughly pushes you down flat with a veiny hand tight around your throat.
āBegging for a beating so early in the morning are we, boy?ā he rasps, menacingly, as the inmate walks past, peeking at your altercation briefly before scurrying off in fear of becoming involved in Sukunaās business.
You smile.
Oh. Thisāll be fun.
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SORRY edged you there, didnāt I?
Also not sure if this counts as gender bend? Lmk if I should add it to the warnings!
Huge thanks to @specialgradefckr for giving me soo many ideas that I used for this ficā I love yew sm I wanna eat you. Please check out their page. They have delicious writing
Tags & CW : nsfw, smut, explicit sexual content, car sex, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming, crying during sex, possessive sex, mdom, reader is a tease, sylus snaps, choking(consensual), marking, teasing, soft aftercare, sex in the rain, crying during sex, light power play.
author's note : after watching the new trailer i immediately got to werkkkkk heheh hope y'all enjoy reading this filthy fic! Also, askbox is open if you wanna request or talk to me. Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated šLove you all.
Rain crashes against the windshield, pounding like the pulse racing between your thighs. The woods around you disappear into shadows, but inside the cramped car, every sharp breath is illuminated by the amber glow of the dashboard. You and Sylus sit side by side, the air thick with something more electric than the storm outside.
Youāve just come from victory, an impossible mission pulled off without a scratch. Success hums in your veins like an addictive drug, and Sylus is vibrating with a barely contained fire. Thereās electricity pulsing between you two. His crimson eyes flick to you, hunger sharpened by pride and something deeper, darker. You shift in your seat, heart pounding as your breath catches in your throat.
"Youāve been testing me all night," he says, voice low and rough like gravel dragged across steel. He broke the ice. Despite being on a dangerous mission, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins did nothing to sedate the fire burning in your core. Watching sylus drive the car while firing his gun, killing those people without remorse, he looked every bit majestic in all his glory. So it's not your fault when you start teasing him by saying things like. "Are you always this rough when you're in charge?" With a shit eating grin when he brutally shot a man from the top of the car roof mercilessly, expressionless.
Or the time when you deliberately pressed your thigh against his shoulder while standing up, thigh brushing against his cheek a little harder as you shot the cars trailing behind you one by one. You swore you heard sylus growl as he kept his eyes on the road.
āMaybe I wanted to see what would happen if I did.ā That came out of your mouth before you could even think.
His lips twitch into a dangerous smirk. āThen donāt act surprised when I ruin you for it.ā
Before you can reply, his hand is on your thigh, fingers tracing a path beneath your shorts, tight, slick from rain still clinging to your skin beneath. He drags his nails lightly, sharp enough to sting but not break the skin, and you let out a soft gasp, the heat pooling in your belly spiraling fast.
He leans in close, breath warm and thick on your ear. āYou want me to break don't you, kitten? Deliberately pushing my limits, you're playing a very very dangerous game, practically begging me to show you exactly what happens when you push me.ā
You swallow hard, your eyes gazing into his scarlet orbs, silently giving him permission letting out a nod without words. The way he says your name, that possessive edge, tightens something deep inside you. Youāre desperate to be claimed, owned, not gently, but rough, demanding, utterly unrelenting.
Sylusās hand moves faster now, fingers digging into your thigh, unzipping your shorts. The cold air hits your exposed skin, goosebumps rising despite the heat pooling low in your belly. His touch is precise, teasing, like heās savoring every inch of control. He drags the zipper down slowly, revealing your now soaked panties to his hungry gaze. He unbuttons your shirt just so that your plump breasts are revealed. His eyes darkening with each fraction of skin revealed. You can feel his breath hitch when he leans in and reaches your collarbone, lips brushing over the pulse point there, leaving a trail of fire.
āYouāve been playing with me all night,ā he murmurs, voice thick and low, ālike a damn prize.ā
You bite your lip, heart hammering. āMaybe I wanted you to notice.ā
His fingers tighten around your wrist suddenly, pulling your hand up and over his shoulder so your palm presses against the back of his neck. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and unforgiving.
āGood,ā he growls. āBecause Iām going to make sure you remember this.ā He suddenly yanks you towards him, a familiar red and black mist engulfing you, lifting you up from your seat and onto his arms.
The rain outside is relentless, masking the sound of his mouth capturing yours in a possessive, bruising kiss. His teeth graze your lower lip, demanding entry, and you donāt hesitate to give it. Your hands clutch at his jacket, desperate to pull him closer, to feel every inch of him pressed against you.
Sylusās hands slide inside your panties, fingers tracing over your bare skin, memorizing it. His touch is rougher now, possessive as he feels the slick pooled in your cunt.
āGod, youāre soaked,ā he rasps against your mouth. āPerfect.ā He breaks the kiss, breath ragged, eyes blazing. Then heās pulling you out of the car, rain drenching you both instantly.
The cold shocks your skin, but Sylusās grip is iron as he hauls you to the back of the car.
āNot here,ā he says low, voice thick with command. āSomewhere I can see you, touch you, own you.ā Your breath catches, heart racing like itās trying to catch up with his relentless hunger.
He doesnāt give you a chance to think, his hands gripping your waist as he spins you around, pressing you against the cold metal of the car. The rain pelts you both, but his body heat blazes against your soaked skin, burning through the chill.
Sylusās hands are everywhere, grabbing, squeezing, tracing lines that set every nerve on fire. His mouth follows his hands, teeth nipping along your jawline, tongue flicking over sensitive spots until youāre trembling. You try to catch your breath, but heās already pulling your panties to the side as you feel his bulge press on to your ass.
His fingers slip inside your wetness, sliding deep and slow, making you gasp and arch into him. āYouāre already dripping for me,ā he growls, āafter all this teasing.ā
You moan, desperate, fingers clutching at his shoulders as he increases the pressure, curling his fingers just right to drag waves of pleasure through you. Something about his fingers ruining your cunt as rain hammers onto both of you, soaking you both feels so blissful.
Sylusās eyes never leave yours, watching every reaction, every shiver. āSay it,ā he demands, voice low and rough. āTell me how much you want me.ā
You can barely form words, voice thick with need. āI want you. I want you, sylus, I want you to fuck me hard.ā
His smirk is dangerous. āGood girl.ā His fingers are out of your sopping cunt and you whine. You hear a smack of lips and then zippers being undone, he grabs your neck from the back in one hand as he lines his pulsing cock at your entrance. A shiver runs down your spine, electricity coursing through your veins as you arch into him. His other hand grip your waist steadying you.
He slides inside you in one rough thrust, stealing your breath. The carās cold metal presses against your chest, grounding you as his hips snap mercilessly, pounding into you with a brutal rhythm. Your world narrows to the feel of him, the taste of rain and sweat, the sharp edge of pleasure and pain mingling.
Sylusās hands grab your hair, tugging your head back, twisting your neck slightly so he can claim your mouth again. The kiss is rough, desperate, and he bites down just enough to make you gasp.
āMine,ā he growls against your lips. āYouāre mine, in every lifetime, in every universe you belong to me and I belong to you."
You shiver, overwhelmed, your body burning with need and surrender. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips slamming into yours as the car rocks with every thrust. Rain continues to pour, but you barely feel it anymore, your body is burning, muscles taut with tension, nerves singing under his touch. Every sound he makes, every low grunt and hiss, feeds the ache inside you.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving you gasping at the loss. His hands grip your waist, spinning you around so your back hits the cold metal door, and before you can blink, he lifts you effortlessly, pinning you between his body and the car. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, and then heās inside you again, deep, full, and unforgiving.
Your head tips forwards burying in his neck as he thrusts into you hard, the angle hitting something devastating. āFuck, Sylus-ā
āFuck, sweetie. You feel so good wrapped around me.ā he let out a guttural groan as his hand closed around your throat, not enough to choke, just enough to make you shatter in his arms. His eyes gleam, wild and dark with lust. āThat's a good fucking girl. Fall apart for me kitten."
You cry out, nails raking down his soaked back as your orgasm hits you. Your walls flutter around his cock as he pistons it deep inside your needy cunt.
āYou feel that?ā he growls into your ear. His thumb presses down onto your aching clit, pressing tight circles as he fucks you through your orgasm.
Youāre shaking now, lips parting in breathless whimpers. The rain still hammering, your body trapped between cold steel and pure, molten heat. You fall apart with a silent scream, pleasure ripping through you like lightning. Your whole body convulses, thighs trembling, back arching as the after math of your orgasm hits you.
Sylus doesnāt stop. If anything, he fucks you harder, chasing his own release. āFuck! just like that, take it.ā
You barely manage to stay upright, clinging to him as he slams into you one last time and groans deep in his chest. You feel him spill inside you, thick and hot, hips stuttering as he presses deep and stays there, buried to the hilt. His breath is hot against your throat as he rests there for a moment, still buried deep inside you, your walls pulsing around him. Youāre shaking, your body buzzing from the intensity, but Sylusās hands never stop roaming, gripping your ass, trailing along your hips, possessive and hungry.
āYou thought one orgasm was gonna be enough?ā he growls against your ear, voice wrecked and feral. āNot even close.ā You whimper, and thatās all the encouragement he needs.
He pulls out slowly, your slick dripping down your thighs, and the filthy sound makes him groan. āLook at that mess,ā he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your folds. āSo fucking ruined⦠and Iām not even finished.ā
Sylus hauls you back into the car this time, shoving open the back door and pushing you down into the seat. He follows you in, hovering over your body like a storm, wet clothes clinging to his frame as he pulls your legs open with no patience at all.
āStay just like that,ā he mutters, eyes dragging over your flushed, trembling body like youāre prey laid bare. āI wanna see you fall apart again.ā
And then his mouth is on you.
He eats you like heās starving, tongue relentless, licking and sucking until your legs are shaking, thighs clamped tight around his head. He holds you down with bruising force, groaning into your cunt, lapping up all your juices, savoring every whimper, every plea that tumbles from your lips.
āS-Sylus, please, t-too m-mmuch-ā you cry, hips bucking against his mouth.
He doesnāt stop. Doesnāt even slow down.
āBetter get used to it, that's what you get for testing me, kitten.ā he snarls into your slick heat, voice muffled. āYou teased me all damn night. Now Iām gonna break you.ā Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first, your vision going white as your back arches off the seat. Your fingers clutch at his soaked hair, holding on for dear life as the pleasure crashes over you.
Sylus doesnāt stop until youāre begging. And even then, heās only just beginning.
Youāre still twitching from your second orgasm when he pulls back, lips glistening with your slick. Sylus wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like a devil, and climbs over you in the cramped backseat. His large frame barely fitting inside. His body cages you in, wet, massive, predatory and his cock is already hard again, thick and flushed, slick with your combined mess.
āYou look fucked dumb already,ā he murmurs, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to meet his eyes. āAnd I havenāt even really ruined you yet.ā He kisses you hard, messy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His teeth sink into your lower lip, possessive, brutal and then he lines himself up again, dragging his cock through your soaked folds, teasing your overstimulated entrance.
āYou're gonna take it,ā he growls, voice low and filthy. āEvery inch. Again and again. Until you're crying and begging for me to stop, even then Iāll keep going.ā
You try to respond, but it melts into a breathless moan when he thrusts in, hard and deep. The stretch is overwhelming, your body still so sensitive, and it makes your legs shake as your back arches off the seat.
āFuck! Sweetie you're still so tight,ā he hisses, gripping your hips and setting a brutal pace. āYou were made for this. Made for me.ā
His thrusts are unforgiving, each one slamming into your deepest spots, the sound of skin against skin obscene in the humid car. Rain still beats down on the windows, but itās drowned out by your moans, his groans, and the filthy wet slap of him using you.
Sylus grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, folding you open as he pounds into you harder. "Look at you, such a mess. You like this don't you?" He growls as he slams into you deeper and harder with each relentless thrust which makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
You try to answer, but your words break into cries, every nerve lit up, pleasure blurring into pain, into something addictive and overwhelming.
āYouāre drooling,ā he chuckles, his sultry, thick voice full of wicked delight. āFucking ruined already.ā He leans in, mouth hot against your neck as he bites down, sucking on the spot hard enough to mark. You whimper, and he sucks a bruise over your pulse.
āGonna keep you like this,ā he mutters against your skin. āFucked dumb and full of me.ā
Youāre sobbing now, helpless, overstimulated, your body jerking with every relentless thrust. Sylus shows no mercy. He drives into you with unyielding force, hips slamming against yours, the obscene wet smack of it echoing through the fogged-up car.
āShhh,ā he coos mockingly, hand cupping your face. āYou can take it, baby. I know you can. Look at you⦠a fucking mess just for me.ā
He leans in, sliding his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag. You suck on them obediently, eyes glazed with pleasure, drool spilling past your lips.
āThatās it. Good girl. Filthy little thing.ā He groans, thrusts growing more erratic, deeper. āYou love this, getting used like a toy. Crying on my cock.ā
You moan around his fingers, tears streaming down your cheeks as another orgasm builds. Your whole body clenches, trembling under him, overwhelmed beyond logic. Sylus watches it all, your ruined expression, your twitching thighs, your tears and he looks proud. āYouāre perfect like this,ā he murmurs, voice almost reverent. āSo perfect when youāre broken and bruised by me and my cock.ā
His free hand slides between your legs again, fingers finding your overstimmed clit. You scream, raw, high, wrecked as another orgasm hits, your entire body convulsing beneath him. He fucks you through it, never slowing, eyes locked on yours. āOne more,ā he whispers, sweat dripping down his temple. āGimme one more, sweetie. I know you can.ā
Your muscles are jelly, your mind a blur of white-hot need and surrender. Your cunt spasms around him, pulling him deeper, tighter. And then he groans, long and low and slams into you one last time, spilling inside you again. Hot, thick, possessive. He doesnāt move. Just stays inside you, buried to the hilt, your bodies tangled, chests heaving, rain still whispering against the roof.
The silence after is deafening. Sacred.
His hand brushes your wet cheek, thumb stroking tenderly. āYou did so fucking good,ā he murmurs, voice soft now, reverent. āMy good girl.ā He doesnāt pull out. Not yet. Just gathers you close, lets your head fall against his chest, your bodies still trembling, sticky, aching.
Youāre full. Youāre claimed. Youāre safe.
In the back of that car, deep in the woods with the rain tapping like a lullaby, you donāt need words. Just the weight of him, the heat of his body, the warmth of his breath against your hair.
āIāve got you,ā he whispers again, kissing your forehead.
i have not a single coherent thought about these two men! all I can do is drool while looking at the trailer. They both look so so hot gahhhhhh damnnnnn. here's a lil Death & Rebirth x Tokyo drift! They're so badasss and the song fits the trailer so welll
also, sylusmc carsex one-shot after they got rid of these bitches who's WITH ME? I'LL BE POSTING IT TONIGHT!
CW : smut, explicit sexual content, NSFW, porn without plot (pwp), power dynamics (dom!reader/sub!sylus), pussy drunk, crying during sex, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, begging, desperation, emotional vulnerability (sylus breaking down), dirty talk, strip tease, oral fixation, face sitting, possessive behaviour, rough sex.
wc : idk honestly, I closed my eyes and started typing while imagining
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You donāt even have to touch him.
Sylus is already on his knees, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips parted and trembling as he stares up at you like you're the only thing tethering him to reality. His breath comes in broken pants, hands shaking at his sides, knuckles white from how tightly he's gripping the edge of the plush ottoman like it might anchor him through the storm of want ripping him apart.
You havenāt even taken your clothes off yet.
Being apart for a week and phone calls filled with him teasing you until you're so desperate that you had to satisfy yourself with just your fingers. Which did nothing to sate your hunger for him. So, the first thing you did after coming back home to him is torture him senseless at the banquet you both attended. Giving him flirty, seductive eyes, touching him mockingly. Sylus is a calm and collected man, he has a lot of self restraint, but tonight, you're crossing every single boundary in public which is sending him reeling on you as soon as you both get back to his bedroom.
Of course, you being the minx who's trying to get revenge, denied him what he wanted and asked him if he really wants it, he should properly beg for it while being on his knees.
"Strip for me," you say, soft and lazy, leaning against the doorframe like you're bored, like you don't already feel the wet heat building between your thighs from the way he's fucking whimpering just from looking at you. Sylus looks like heās in pain.
āKitten-ā his voice cracks, raw and needy, like just your name is enough to make him fall apart. "Please. Please donāt make me wait-"
You tilt your head, watching him coolly. "That wasnāt a suggestion."
He shudders, obedient even in agony. His fingers go to the buttons of his shirt, trembling, fumbling, like his brain can't focus on something as mundane as clothing with you in front of him. You watch every inch of skin revealed with calculated detachment, letting your silence stretch out, making him more frantic. The shirt drops. Then the belt. Then the pants and boxers, pooling around his ankles as he kicks them with desperation.
Heās already hard. Painfully hard, flushed deep, twitching against his lower stomach, leaking so much precum itās glossy at the tip. Heās shaking. Embarrassed. Beautiful.
You walk toward him slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Each click of your heels across the floor makes him twitch like heās being edged by sound alone. When you stop in front of him and reach for the zipper of your dress, you swear he holds his breath.
You don't pull it down right away. Instead, you slide a hand down your own side, slow and seductive, brushing just beneath the swell of your breasts where the fabric clings tight. His eyes follow every motion like heās starving.
You hum. "So desperate already. You havenāt even gotten a taste."
"Please let me taste," he gasps, like it's killing him. "Please, I canāt-...please, Iāll be good-" he starts to inch forward towards you, pupils blown wide, face flushed red.
āYouāre already whining and Iāve barely touched you,ā you murmur, drawing the zipper down an inch. Just enough to expose your shoulder. āWhat happens when I let you fuck me? Are you going to cry for it?ā
He makes a noise that doesnāt sound human. Half sob, half moan, and he nods frantically, eyes shining, actually shining with unshed tears. Pathetic.
"Sweetie, don't do this to me-.." He chokes "Iām losing my fucking mind, I need you-"
You drop the dress. It slides off your body like silk, pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but thin black lingerie, lace barely covering your breasts, matching panties soaked through from teasing him.
Sylus whimpers. He fucking whimpers. "Oh, godāfuck, I canāt-.." His body shudders, something in him shifts. You step close enough for him to smell you. His mouth opens. He leans forward instinctively, as if drawn by gravity itself. But you stop him with a hand under his chin.
"Uh-uh." You tilt his head up. "You donāt touch until I say. Now be a good boy for me will you, sylus?"
His entire body is shaking. "Yes. Yes, Iāll wait. Iāll be good. Iāll be so good, just, just let me look, please-"
You indulge him. One leg forward, your foot between his knees, slowly rolling your hips as you peel off your bra, keeping eye contact the entire time. The second your cunt is bare and right in front of him, Sylus breaks. His face scrunches up as his jaw tightens like he's physically fighting the urge to just drop all the morals and take you right then and there. But no. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pull them down slowly.
Sylus groans, visibly struggles not to move. āKeep your hands behind your back,ā you order. āAnd donāt speak unless I tell you to.ā
"Yes, Kitten."
You step closer and rest one bare thigh against his cheek. He leans into it like itās the sun.
"You donāt get to touch me until I say. You donāt get to come until I say. But youāre going to watch me, knowing exactly how I smell, how I look, and youāre going to sit there and suffer with it. That's your punishment for teasing me for a whole week."
His whole body trembles. āYes, I'm sorry, yes, please-ā
You glide your hand down between your legs, fingertips slipping into your slick folds, spreading wetness across your skin. Then you bring your fingers to his mouth and press them against his lips.
He moans, high and needy and opens, tongue sliding along your fingers like itās the only thing keeping him sane. You slide them deeper. He sucks, eyes fluttering closed, whimpering softly.
"Good boy," you purr. "Youāre already shaking."
"I c-canāt-" he gasps around your fingers. āI canāt sweetie, please...please-"
You yank your fingers out. He chokes on air.
You push him flat onto his back. And then straddle his face. He gasps, mouth open, tongue out, tears streaming as he grips your thighs like a man drowning. The second your pussy meets his mouth, he lets out a noise, a sob and starts eating you like itās his first and last meal.
Sloppy. Loud. Desperate.
You grind down hard, smearing slick across his cheeks, and he moans, fucking moans, like he gets off on just serving. His nose nudges your clit. His tongue plunges into you. And when you come, shaking, gasping his name, heās whimpering again muttering thank yous all while devouring your cunt.
You lean back, off his mouth, and take in the wreck of him. āDo you want to fuck me now?ā you whisper.
He nods, rapid and frantic. He looks absolutely wrecked and divine with his face flushed beet red, his hair disheveled, all over the place, lips puffy, so messy, so yours with your cum all over his face.
"Please," he sobs. "Please let me fuck you. I canāt- I canāt breathe, I need you, Iāll be whatever you want, Iāll never disobey again, just please, let me in-"
You hum as you guide him onto his back and sink down onto his cock in one brutal stroke.
He let's out a guttural groan, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as he just ascended the last step to heaven.
āFUCK! sweetie, you'll be the death of me!ā He breathes on to your neck.
You ride him slow, squeezing around him. You bend down and whisper filth in his ear while he sobs beneath you, hands clutching your waist like heās holding onto reality itself.
"Don't move or else I'm getting off of your cock." You demand as you slowly, painfully slide up and down his throbbing cock, chasing your pleasure. He's stretching you out so beautifully.
"You feel so divine, thank you, thank you!" His hips involuntarily jerk upwards as if wanting more of your warm cunt enveloping his cock. You immediately stop your movements as your hand fists his hair and yank his head back as he whimpers again. He almost sneers. For a moment you thought he'd lose control but he doesn't instead his hands rest tenderly on your waist as he mutters an apology shaking his head while he hangs his head low pressing kisses to your shoulder blades.
You start moving again, this time a bit harder as his body heats up and a tear slips down his eye with how good you're making him feel. You feel your own climax nearing as you chase your orgasm, rolling your hips on his dick and bouncing on him.
When you finally give him permission, he breaks.
āCome for me,ā you whisper.
That's all it takes. Hot cum floods inside you as Sylus trembles, sobs, and begs your name like itās the only word heās ever known. You donāt stop. You keep moving, milking every drop from him, even as he sobs, actual tears now, chest heaving, nails digging into your thighs. Your own orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, stars dance behind your eyes as your grip on his hair tightens riding through it.
When heās gone, wrecked, silent but for his ragged breathing, you finally cradle his face in your hands.
He blinks up at you, dazed. "Iām sorry," he whispers. "I'll never do it again, my lady."
You kiss him. Wet, sloppy, needy, full of love and he returns the kiss with the same fire.
āDonāt apologize,ā you murmur. āYou begged beautifully.ā
His lashes flutter. "...I did?"
You smile. "Like a good boy."
He smiles, the big bad onychinus' leader pathetic for his woman loves being called a good boy by her. This side is only for her and no one else.
TAGS : forbidden romance, smut, piv sex, bathroom sex , forbidden love, forbidden desire, sylus is downbad, fear of getting caught, insatiable desires, mirror sex, cunnilingus, oral sex (f! Receiving) unprotected sex.
word count : 2.9k
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HUNTED
Sylus didn't expect to see his beloved dragon li along with her fellow hunters wandering in a place like this. This place is crawling with predators, who'll grab a prey without hesitation on sight. However, tonight there was one of the biggest auctions taking place in the n109 zone and as always, sylus had to be there. Since ninety percent of the dealings were being bought by him.
His gaze followed the woman gracefully walking around the auction hall with a glass of champagne on her hand. An elegant red dress hugged her body like a second skin. Her lips, painted with the darkest shade of red. Her beautiful, beautiful hair, tied in a low bun making her look ethereal. Oh how he'd die everyday just for this sight alone. His smirk widened a bit when he saw a glimpse of a shotgun bound securely on her thigh with a strap. My kitten has done her homework well. He thought. Her fellow hunters were trying to blend in among everyone trying not to be suspicious. After all he was the one they were after.
Being pursued by his dragon li was all he ever dreamt of. But we all knew that this hunt will only make him enjoy it all too well. He knew that very well. He was invincible to everyone. Sylus swirled the amber liquid in his glass completely unbothered by the 9 million bounty on his head and was on top of the wanted list of the hunter's association. That was also something he was proud of. Sensing his foreboding hungry gaze, his prey finally tilted her head towards the vip area where he was seated somewhere within the shadows. She couldn't see him, but she felt him. She felt him watching her with that shit eating smirk of his that somehow always makes her legs feel like jelly.
Goosebumps erupted on her hands and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She quickly opened her phone to text him.
Miss hunter : Quit staring you creep. It's making me nervous. Why are you here? You should go back to your mansion, the whole hunter's association is here. What if they catch you?
Her palms sweated as she typed the text and sent it. Her eyes nervously scanned the area where all her colleagues were waiting for any hint of who sylus was. Almost immediately her phone vibrated with a notification from the devil himself.
Sylus : I can stare at you all I want, nothing and nobody can stop me. Aren't you supposed to be after me? Or are you more concerned about my safety, sweetie?
His gaze locked into her and he saw her biting her lip as she glanced at her phone. His text to be exact. A tell. She was nervous, not because of the mission-no. She was far too skilled for that, she was nervous because of him, because he had that effect on her.
The auctioneer's voice rang throughout the hall announcing the sale of another extravagant item that was probably left by sylus because he didn't like it. He barely paid attention to that, his focus was all on his huntress, his real prize. She was right there among the crowd pretending to look for him. A small smile grazed his lips as he typed in another text message.
Sylus : You're looking beautiful tonight, as always. The red suits you. But sweetie, you didn't wear it for the hunt, did you? Mocking me by wearing the same dress I gifted you while trying to hunt me down? I must say your courage is admirable.
Sylus watched as her shoulders went stiff upon reading his message. A low, velvety chuckle left his throat as he tilted his head watching her intently. She typed in a message quickly.
Miss hunter : You're so full of yourself.
No response. Not immediately. But she felt him, his gaze, burning through her, undressing her in the room full of powerful criminals in the N109 zone. Her grip tightened on the stem of her glass filled with champagne tighter as she tried to focus on her team's signal codes. But her body had other plans.
Her body remembered him. The press of his mouth just below her ear. The roughness of his large, calloused hands when he didn't even bother pretending to be gentle with her. Claiming her in the most feral way possible. The way her name left his mouth like a sin he would inevitably commit again and again. Her body shuddered as she stumbled trying to gather herself. Her skin prickled with heat. She shifted her weight to another heel and turned towards the grand hallway that led to the private lounges, balcony and restrooms. She needed a moment to collect herself, to breathe.
Her steps were shaky as she walked through the corridors completely oblivious and unaware of the shadow trailing behind her. Just as she was about to take a turn, a strong muscular arm snaked around her waist pulling her flush against his chest as he dragged her towards the bathrooms before she could even gasp. The door clicked shut behind her, her back pressing against it.
A soft breath left her lips as she swallowed his godly, intimidating presence.
"Missed me, kitten?"
His voice was like a kiss laced with venom. So sweet, so dangerous. So lethal.
Sylus' body caged her with practiced ease. One hand resting against the wall above her head while his other softly brushed along the slit of her dress, fingers ghosting mere inches from the strap that was holding her shotgun in her thigh.
Her breath hitched as she looked up at him with hooded eyes, her throat running dry from their proximity. "You're insane, sylus. You shouldn't be here!"
"Mm." His eyes trailed down to her soft, plump lips that were practically begging to be kissed. "And yet here we are, Miss hunter. You walked right into my trap."
She shoved at his chest, weakly. "I didn-.." he didn't even budge, instead his hand grabbed the shotgun from her holster and placed it on her hand pointing the gun at himself.
"Arrest me, miss hunter. I'm all yours." A mocking smirk was plastered on his face as he looked at her as if she's his sole source of entertainment. She was so cute when she's all red and flustered. He thought. The warmth of his hot breath fanning against her shot straight through her. Her thighs involuntarily pressing together. His eyes caught the movement instantly and his smirk widened.
His eyes raked over her body, drinking in every dip and curve. "You wore this dress specifically knowing I'd be here. You know, you look so pure and beautiful in this. Makes me want to ruin you completely." His voice fell merely to a whisper as he leaned in even closer. Chest to chest as his hand slid up her thigh with maddening slowness. "And now, you're all flustered. Your little heart's pounding and you still haven't pulled that trigger on me kitten. I'm starting to think you don't actually want to catch me. You just like the thrill of the chase, the hunt."
She swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. "Because I know better than to make a scene in an auction hall filled with criminals."
His chuckle was low and cruel. "Sweetie, you are the scene."
In an instant his mouth was on hers. He kissed her, not lovingly, not soft, not tentative. It was the kiss of a man who knew she hated him for making her feel like this, for how much she wanted him. It was demanding. Her hands curled into his suit jacket, pulling him impossibly closer, until their teeth clattered, like she needed him like she needed air to breathe. Her face flushed, trapped in the tension, in the sick thrill of being hunted and driven by her own desires.
His mouth moved to her jaw, then her throat and when he nipped at her pulse point there, her back arched into him without even knowing a soft gasp leaving her mouth.
"You're still mine." He growled picking her up and carrying her towards the sinks, placing her on top of the counter. "Even if you put a bullet in me tomorrow, you'll always be mine. Our souls are bound."
She tried to protest because they were literally in public and anyone could walk in any second but her body betrayed her before her mind could catch up. Hips arching into his, lips parting for more, her fingers burying themselves in the soft strands of his beautiful silver hair.
When he pulled back, she was breathless. Dazed. "See?" He whispered, kissing the corner of her jaw his fingers now sliding up beneath the slit of her dress, brushing the bare skin of her thigh and closer to her core that was aching with need. "This is how I know you still want me, kitten."
She let out a soft, involuntary whimper when his thumb grazed the edge of her underwear. He didn't even need to look, he could feel how warm she was through the thin lace. A humm reverbated through him in approval.
"I should just shoot you." She muttered, voice trembling.
"You should." He agreed, his hand cupping between her legs now, palm pressing firm against the heat. "But instead, you're dripping through your panties for the man you're supposed to arrest." He tutted at her.
She let out a moan and instantly hated herself for that. He was intoxicating, his words, his scent, the way his body folded against hers like he'd been crafted just to undo her.
Her hands came in between them, fumbling with his belt. Her breaths coming fast now, uneven. "Just shut the fuck up and fuck me sylus." Her voice was filled with so much need and greed. Vision clouded with lust.
His chuckle sent vibrations straight to her core. The smug expression on his face made her want to claw at it. Oh how she hated him for making her feel this type of way. She gasped, half in outrage, half in raw need when he yanked her dress up and sank to his knees pulling her panties aside. Spreading her thighs, keeping her pinned in place. A gasp left her mouth as his mouth closed around her core, hot tongue flicking around her clit with practiced precision.
"Shit-..sylus-.." her moan was helpless, hand slapping around her mouth to muffle it. The door just a few feet away, voices echoing beyond it. He ate her like a man starved. Tongue swirling and flicking, lips sucking. His grip keeping her thighs spread apart nice and good for him. His groan vibrated against her core as she shoved two fingers inside her warm, welcoming cunt, fucking her in time with his tongue. The wet sounds were obscene.
"S-stop, I c-can't-.... Someone will h-hear." Her words were slurred as she tried to compose herself from the intense pleasure building inside her.
"You'll make a mess on my face and I'll still be the one to walk away clean." He pulls back only for a second to dive back in. His fingers curled inside her and that's all it took. She shattered. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, legs giving out as she bucked back against his mouth. He held her through it, fingers fucking her slowly, dragging it out until she was shaking, panting and begging with every twitch of her hips.
But he wasn't done.
He pulled back, licking his lips like he'd just tasted something forbidden and divine. "You taste like my favourite sin." She barely had time to gasp as he spun her, bending her over the counter top and bunching her dress up around her waist. Her breath fogged the mirror as she heard his belt fully unbuckle followed by a zipper being undone. His cock thick, flushed, glistening at the tip with precum. The wet slide of his cock as he rubbed it between her soaked folds.
"Sylus, condom." She managed to breathe out, panic and want mixing dangerously and surging through her.
"I'm not leaving this room until I fill you up." He growled into her ear. "So you better decide now, kitten."
And god help her, she didn't say no.
He shoved inside her in one brutal, beautiful thrust. She cried out, hands slapping the mirror as he bottomed out and filled her completely. She felt every inch, thick, hot, pulsating, stretching her in a way she had no business enjoying.
"Fuck-..so tight-.." he groaned, driving into her with relentless, punishing force. "You're made for me." The sound of flesh on flesh was obscene. She tried to stay quiet, tried to keep her voice in check, but he was ruthless. Each thrust angled perfectly, rocking her against the counter until the cool marble was slick with the mess between her thighs. He yanked one of her thighs up so that he can reach deep inside her and thrusted into her, keeping his hand on her thigh.
He reached around and slid a hand between her legs, rubbing fast, tight circles around her clit. She gasped.
"Again." He whispered "You're going to cum around my cock."
"Stop- Stop talking-.." she whimpered.
"You love it. You love the danger. The filth. Being bent over a bathroom counter while the people you work with stand outside." He grabbed her hair, forced her to look at her own reflection in the mirror. Face flushed, eyes glazed, make up smeared. "Look at yourself." He hissed against her neck as he slammed into her again and again. "Look at what I turn you into."
Her head tipped back from the force and a moan left her lips that was too loud for a public bathroom. The echo of it was obscene.
"Quiet, kitten." He rasped, even as he fucked her harder. "You want your little team to hear you getting ruined by a man they're here to catch?" That dangerous smirk returned. So cocky, so full of himself and the worst part was that he was right. She couldn't stop the way her hips rocked back to him, couldn't stop the way her body clenched, already so close, again.
"Anyone could walk in-.." she gasped when he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Exactly!" He breathed against her ear, biting her earlobe. "That's why you're so wet. You like the thrill of it. The thrill of being caught."
It was too much, the pressure, the stretch, the sound of skin meeting skin, her panting breath, the wet slap if his cock dragging through her slick folds. The heady mixture of perfume, sex and sweat made it hard to think, harder to care.
His hand clamped over her mouth when the doorknob jiggled. Someone was outside, trying to get in. Voices outside. Two of them. Male. Laughing. Her eyes widened. Panic flashing through her eyes like lightening, but sylus just grinned and- fuck- kept going.
She whimpered between his palm as he fucked her, slower now, deeper. Each thrust timed with the lull of voices outside. His breath hot against her ear. "You can come like this." He whispered, hot and tender. "Silent and messy, while they're right there."
She shook her head, her thighs trembled, her inner walls fluttering, sucking him in, begging. "Don't fight it." He growled picking up the pace as the voices faded back into the hall. "Come for me, sweetie." Her second release hit her like another wave, hot, fast and all consuming. Her pussy clamped around him so tight he cursed against her neck, grabbing her hips, as he slammed into her one last time before he followed her over the edge.
He bit down on her shoulders as he came muffling his own groans. Cock twitching deep inside her as he spilled everything inside her cunt. They stayed like that for a long second, coming back down from the intense fucking that left them both panting and gasping for air. The slick sound of him pulling out the only thing between them. Her legs barely held her when his hand moved from her waist. She stumbled, grabbing onto the sink for balance.
Her reflection was ruined, hair falling out of it's elegant bun, lipstick smudged across her cheek, skin flushed and glowing . She looked like a wild kitten, feral and thoroughly fucked. "I should kill you." She whispered when she finally caught her breath.
"You will, one day." He pressed a soft kiss on her temple. "But not tonight." He tucked himself back in, fixed her dress for her. She felt the slow leak of his cum trickling down from her cunt. He wiped the smeared lipstick from her face with his thumb and kissed the spot. Her heart fluttered. Her stomach flipped.
"See you soon, sweetie." With that he turned back on his heel and he was gone. Like he never was there in the first place. She glanced at her reflection, a small smile grazing her lips as she fixed her hair and stepped out of the bathroom only to come face to face with tara.
Her eyes scanned her colleagues slightly disheveled appearance, one eyebrow raised as she was expecting an explainantion of some sort.
"Tara what's wrong?" She asked trying to sound as casual as possible like sylus' cum isn't just leaking out of her.
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