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[ccazimi]

personal rambling up ahead!

as another classic case of "a female whose severe ADHD diagnosis was missed until she was an adult and spent her whole life thinking she was lazy, careless, and prone to failure" let me just say i think people don't understand how fucking frustrating this condition is...it affects EVERYTHING and now as someone trying to get into writing it genuinely makes things so much more difficult

i have so many creative ideas but when it gets around to actually having to execute them, i feel like im drowning. not to mention the procrastination, the feeling of too many words in your mind so you end up writing absolutely nothing, struggling with longer projects or works that require more patience bc i feel so fucking scatterbrained all the time and UGH

god the things id do for a neurotypical brain

[ccazimi]

Nightingale (pt. 3)

Read pt. 1 and pt. 2

CW: stepcest, dubcon, usage of a suction vibrator, mentions of masturbation, mentions of cucking, dirtytalking, slight exhibitionism? (doing stuff in a room full of other people), dirty talking, overstim, unplanned orgasm denial

WC: 4.1k

a/n: sorry this part isn't as interesting as the other ones haha just had to get it out of my system before i can move onto other ideas so BEAR WITH ME

The stains left behind on your sheets were still quite noticeable even after you tried spraying, soaking, and scrubbing them with cleaning agents meant specifically for these kinds of messes. The blood had tinged every liquid you’d disgracefully released that night with a shade of pink that would make sure they were as evident as possible on the white fabric as possible.

After nothing worked, you stripped your futon bare and simply threw them in the washer, telling your mom that you’d stained it last night accidentally in your sleep because of your period. Luckily she remained as clueless as ever, telling you that it was fine and she’d get new ones.

Maybe a bit too clueless because you absolutely wanted to shrivel up and disappear from sight the next morning when she asked Mr. Itadori where he’d kept the fresh sheets, at the breakfast table in front of both Yuuji and Sukuna.

All the appetite for the food in front of you vanished as rage and humiliation flared up in you instead- a bit at your mom for embarrassing you like this with her usual lack of tact and mostly because of the pointed smirk on Sukuna’s face that you could practically feel prodding you even with your eyes cast firmly downwards.

You could already tell there were biting words waiting ready to be unleashed at the tip of his tongue and as soon as your parents left you once again alone with him and Yuuji, out they came. “New sheets, huh? What, did you wet the bed or something?”

“Period.” You said flatly, stirring your tea and refusing to give him the reaction he wanted from you.

Yuuji flashed a warning glare at Sukuna while stuffing his mouth that did absolutely nothing to deter him.

“How old are you? Still can’t control your messes at your big age?”

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” Yuuji turned to you. “Just ignore the asshole. The sheets are in the cupboard in the hallway, I can get them for you if you’d like.”

You forced a small smile as you stood and collected your dishes. “Its fine I can get them myself since I gotta go right now anyway. Thanks, though.”

“Alright, I’ll catch ya later then.”

From the heaviness of Sukuna’s silence and his dark eyes following you along with Yuuji turning to glare back at his older brother, you can already sense they’re about to start bickering again as you leave the dining room.

A few days pass and you try to go about your life as usual- studying for finals, going to classes, texting the guy you’re talking to. But no matter how much you can pretend that night continues to manifest itself, either as the fading soreness that you could feel with every movement the day after he’d scratched you up or as the way you’d deliberately switch your plans around so that you wouldn’t happen to be alone at home with him.

He was noticing of course the way you’d try and avoid him, and instead of pushing harder and bullying you more like you half expected, Sukuna mostly kept his distance.

Distance that felt like nothing the way his eyes would follow you these days, piercing looks that spoke for themselves.

Ironically Yuuji thought he was getting better, now that the three of you could sit at a table without Sukuna starting something by picking on you.

If only he knew the way your stomach would curl into a pit when Sukuna would simply ask you to pass the hot sauce at your end of the table, the intense glint in his eyes contrasting with his amiable, almost lilting tone.

Somehow this complete lack of outright acknowledgement of what had happened in your room, what he’d done only put you on edge even more for reasons you couldn’t name.

Feeling increasingly nervous, you asked your mom on the third night after if you could have a lock installed on your door. You gave her the reason of “wanting more privacy” and of course she blew you off like you’d expected.

“This is a shared home, there’s no locking doors around family.”

You resorted to spending the next two nights staying with your friend Shoko in her dorm on campus. It was a refreshing change of pace, spending the day on campus and being able to spend more time with friends as well go to nearby cafes to study with that guy.

He was growing on you- it felt good to be around someone who could make you laugh and temporarily forget the curse in your life that was your older stepbrother.

You could forget about him or at the very least pretend his aggressions were the only issue until you were once again under the cover of night, wrapped in sheets and trying to fall asleep and desperately forget how his tongue felt lapping at your pussy. And just like the previous four nights, forgetting turned to fantasizing, but this time without the luxury to touch yourself since you weren’t within the privacy of your own room.

As if it made that much of a difference- your fingers could never live up to his touch, even when you were spurred on by images of him that night replaying in your mind like a broken record.

You cussed yourself out mentally before giving in, drifting off to sleep with clenched thighs into another night of restless dreams about him that would usually end with waking up with sweat sticky on your skin and the urge to rush to the bathroom to try and finish yourself off.

And that’s exactly how you wake your second night at the dorm and you’re oddly grateful for your situation since at least now you can’t give in to your new daily morning habit.

Shoko is already awake, greeting you as you sit up in your sleeping bag and stretch while she gets ready for the last exams till school is out for winter break.

The two of you are deciding on what to get for breakfast when your phone rings. You sigh and turn it over, seeing its your mom like you expected.

“Hello?”

“Good morning. You’re coming back by tonight, right?” Your mother immediately asks.

“I dunno…why?”

“Its been two nights and you barely even told me where you were going or for how long or with who. What’s gotten into you? You can’t just be disappearing off like tha-”

“I told you I was going to be staying at Shoko’s didn’t I?” You answered as Shoko looked towards you at the mention of her name. “Besides what’s the big deal?”

“Firstly, I don’t like you going out for this long without giving me all the details. God forbid something were to happen, neither I nor Jin nor your brothers would be there to help you.”

You can tell she’s just worried, but still feel a bite of irritation at the irony of it. Yuuji you could understand- even Mr. Itadori, but wherever did your mom get the notion that Sukuna would ever be on your side?

Hell, he’s probably the exact kind of thing she’s trying to protect you from.

“Okay, fine. What else?” You mumble unexcitedly.

“You do remember about the dinner party tomorrow evening, right?”

You audibly groan at the reminder.

Some stupid end of year party for your parents’ friends and acquaintances that you had absolutely no interest in attending.

“Do I have to g-”

“Yes. Its not up for discussion. Please be home by tonight so we can prepare.” Without leaving any room for negotiation, your mom hangs up the phone while you feel like flinging yours across the room.

Its all for show, you know how your mom and Mr. Itadori want to show off what a perfect happy little family the five of you are. It would look bad for them, your mom especially, if you were missing from the function.

You’re not a fan of these cocktail parties, more so due to boredom than anything else but your apprehension of going home is only heightened this much because of one person. Especially since you know he probably knows he’s the reason you’ve been gone.

Your morning is spent mostly ranting to Shoko, before the two of you part ways when she has an exam to finish and you get ready for a lunch date before you pack your things and he drops you home.

He takes you to a cat cafe, and once again the two of you have such a good time you nearly forget about what waits for you at home. And when he finally pulls up outside your house and you guys share your first kiss you wonder if maybe you can replace the thoughts of Sukuna’s tongue with his, just to rid yourself of that depraved urge he instilled in you.

A wave of relief washes through you when you notice the bike isn’t parked in front of your house as you walk up to let yourself in. Hopefully you could go the rest of the night without seeing him.

It sinks away when you hear his bike pull up in the street right as you close the door. Even worse, you’re sure he probably caught your date leaving.

Luckily you already ate so you kick off your shoes and rush to your room, closing the door before you can come face to face with Sukuna who you hear entering the house just a few moments later.

Fuck him for making you have to run around and hide like this in your own home.

You get ready for bed and when you’re finally tucked in you hear Sukuna’s footsteps coming up the stairs like every other night. And just like every other night, you tense up and hold your breath, partially waiting for him to turn the knob and slip into your room.

And like every other time after the first, his footsteps pass by your room and disappear while you let out the breath you were holding- whether in relief or disappointment you can’t tell.

Its dark now and once again you’re seated in front of your vanity to brush your hair and smooth out the dress in preparation for the guests that will start arriving at any minute now.

You reach for the bottle of perfume, the one you hadn’t worn since that evening before your first date. You spray your pulse points sparingly and even then as the rich scent of fruity pink florals hits your nostrils suddenly you’re taken back to that memory of him again, in disturbingly vivid detail. How he sat you on his lap, brushed your hair, the sight of his cock wrapped in your panties…

You set the bottle back down, ignoring the heat pooling between your legs and trying to straighten yourself out so that your flushed state wouldn’t show on your face.

He would be here too, but you felt a lot better about it considering that everyone else would be present as well.

Nothing will happen.

With this self assurance you breathe easier as you exit your room to help your mom and Yuuji finish setting things up, double checking the gifts and laying out plates of food. You find Sukuna still isn’t there and frankly you don’t want to ask, as if speaking his name would summon him like a demon.

Minutes pass and you ease up some more, greeting guests as they arrive and exchanging gifts. The house becomes livelier, ambient chatter filling the atmosphere. Its much more pleasant with a few sips of sake and the fact that you still haven’t caught sight of Sukuna. You spend the time introducing yourself, chatting with the adults who ask you the usual questions of what you’re studying in college and what field you plan to find a career in. In between you and Yuuji giggle and joke around while he routinely fills, finishes, and refills his plate with appetizers, slowly but steadily finishing off the tempura and yakitori hoping that no one notices.

He comes rushing back with his fourth plate, looking around before offering you some more and resuming his snacking. “I think you might need to get the next plate, I think your mom’s catching onto me….”

You turn just in time to catch her suspicious gaze drifting away, stifling a laugh as Yuuji munches on the last of the tempura. “I’m actually surprised no one’s noticed by now.”

“They’ve definitely noticed, one of dad’s coworkers saw me heading back to the table and raced me there so he could take some tempura before I took the rest.”

“Just be patient Yuuji, there’ll be more food later. You act like we’re starving you.” You snort as you finish the last of the sake in your cup.

Yuuji pouts. “Before this, I hadn’t eaten anything in four hours. Four whole hours.”

You roll your eyes before getting up. “I’m gonna get another drink, be right back.”

You’re pouring yourself some sake when you feel a hand snaking around your waist, making you look up in surprise.

There he is- dressed in a dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and matching black belted slacks with a rakish smirk plastered onto his face to complete his look.

You swallow. He looks good, more than you’d ever like to admit.

“Hey, little sis.” He greets you casually while you nervously look around.

The house is a lot more crowded now, and with the corner Sukuna’s backed you in you feel a little too isolated with him than you’re comfortable with.

“Hi…” You mumble back quietly as you put the bottle back in place, not wanting to start something here out of all places.

And with this many people he wouldn’t dare trying some shit, right?

“So, wanna tell me where the hell you’ve been these past two nights?” The fingers on your waist start skimming, playing with the hem of your top to lightly rake his nails across the surface of your skin under.

You scoff, unamused as you down the shot and put the ceramic down. “No I don’t, considering you have no right to ask me some shit like that.”

His nails press lightly into your flesh as he slowly but firmly guides you away from the table, further into the corner. “Been whoring yourself out?”

“You mean like you? No. I was staying with my friend.” The alcohol in your system is starting to show its effects, the atmosphere blending to become a bit hazier and the realization that you’re not pushing away or stopping his light touches.

He cranes his neck slightly to speak lowly into your ear. “Why? It didn’t have anything to do with me, did it?”

Asshole.

You stiffen, heart thumping in your chest, knowing you’d be stupid to even try and lie but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your answer.

Luckily he speaks again before you have the chance to, straightening back up. “Oh by the way, I got something for you.”

You furrow your brows, thrown off-guard by the complete change of tone and unexpected gesture. “Huh? What is it? I didn’t get anything for you…”

Was this another trick?

Instead of receiving an answer, you feel him shift before he pulls something out of his pocket and shows it to you. “Don’t worry, its brand new. Just took it out of the packaging.”

You squint. The object is made from some peach colored rubberish material, with what looked to be a finger strap on the back and a small hole in the center of it. “Literally what the fuck is tha-”

You regret wearing a skirt instead of a dress because out of nowhere his hand and the object are dipping beneath your waistline and into your panties. You only realize what it is when you feel him adjusting the toy, nestling it in between your folds so that the suction part is resting directly on top of your clit.

“Sukuna, oh my god-” You anxiously scan your surroundings before looking up into his face. “There’s people here- not to mention my mom, your dad, and Yuuji, are you fucking crazy?”

You grip his arm tightly, the smooth silicone cool on your sensitive flesh while you look for where everyone is, finding your mom and Mr. Itadori chatting with another couple across the house. In the secluded area you’re in, luckily the table and chairs are blocking your bottom halves from direct view.

Still, this is too much, too wildly inappropriate and you don’t even want to begin to imagine what would happen if someone noticed. “C-Can we just go up to my room or somethi-”

He laughs meanly before turning it on.

Your breath hitches and immediately you’re incapacitated by the vibrations coursing not just through your clit, but the length of your entire vulva. It’s only the first setting, but its the first time you’ve ever felt a vibrator and with how sensitive you are to this novel sensation you immediately feel your blood flowing down to your clit, slow waves of pleasure building up.

The low humming is masked by the sounds of chatter, laughter, and music but still you look up to make sure no one can hear anything before relaxing ever so slightly.

“So…a lock on your door, huh?” Sukuna starts, an accusatory tone that told you he wasn’t happy about it.

You turn your head into his chest, letting locks of hair fall over your face and hoping it would conceal your expression.

“Can you blame me?” You say feebly, trying not to lose yourself in the steady feeling between your thighs.

“You’re a stupid girl if you think that would protect you from me.” He presses a button on the side and vibrations amp up a level, making you draw a sharp breath as you really started to feel the suction pressure on your clit.

Sukuna bends lower to look into your rounded eyes. “Besides, you fucking loved it.”

His voice sends a chill through you, dripping with something that made you feel so dirty yet only increased the heat blooming on your cheeks, ears, adding to the intensity of the pleasure caressing your sensitive spot.

“I-I…” There’s a dryness in your mouth as you realize you’ve been panting softly through parted lips, unable to form a coherent sentence as the pressure builds.

“Loved the way I ate out your messy, bleeding cunt while mom and dad slept right down the hall…” He rasps, leaning lower to fondle the curve of your ass with his other hand.

“D-don’t -ah- say that, Sukuna,” You whimper, peering up at him as tears begin to sting your eyes from the orgasm you could feel building slowly and steadily with increasing intensity in response to the filthy images he was making your remember.

“Why not? Bet you would’ve liked them finding us like that. Probably would’ve made you cum on the spot.” He whispers.

And all at once its too much, the orgasm washing upon you so all-consuming that you can’t even make a single noise, a single whimper or moan doesn’t make its way out. Instead you cum open mouthed, silent tears rolling down your cheeks while you orgasm to the picture of your parents catching him doing all those disgusting things to you, the muscles in your clit twitching violently under the buzzing and suckling vibrations of the toy.

After a few seconds your orgasm dissipates and the sensations on your clit become overwhelming, painful even.

“Ah, ow, t-turn it off-” You twist and try and lift your hips away from the uncomfortable feeling, jerking liking you’re being stung at the jolts of over stimulation but still trying not to make so much as a commotion as to catch others’ attention.

“You’re still seeing that little dipshit aren’t you? The one who dropped you off last night?” Sukuna growls, not caring less about you squirming in discomfort. “Did he fuck you?”

“N-no, not yet,” You breathe out, your struggling slowly starting to calm down as the pressure on your clit doesn’t feel as painful anymore.

You turn your face around and try to stand straighter so nothing looks suspicious to anyone whose eyes might happen to pass over this way.

“Not yet? Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” He presses the vibrator harder up against your pussy and suddenly you catch the faintest whiff of what you assume is his cologne. “You know maybe I should just fuck you right here and now- make you scream when I tear you open on my cock. How’s that sound, lil sis? Would you like that?”

Its subtle but a dark scent, smokey and resinous with an undertone of something sweet- you swear the fragrance goes right to your head, muddling dangerously with your mind that should be repulsed by his threat.

Instead you feel heat rising in your legs, in the muscles of your upper thighs as the first tendrils of your second orgasm in a row begin to unfurl in your lower abdomen.

“Answer me, slut.” Sukuna presses the button again and the vibrations increase yet another level, pulsing through your entire pussy and flooding your clit.

You clench your teeth and grip his arm tighter, forcing yourself to keep your face straight. “F-fuck Sukuna, yeah I do-”

Once again, you can hardly believe the words spilling from your lips yet it was the truth. Just imagining his cock again had you spreading your legs slightly to feel the toy better.

He laughs lowly, pulling you tighter against his chest till you can feel the deep rumbles in them and an erection through the fabric of his pants. “Yeah? Want your little cunt stuffed with your big brother’s cum dripping out? Your little boytoy can eat it out later if he wants just so he remembers his place….”

You bite your lip, on the precipice of cumming again when you catch your mom out of all people catching your eye through the bodies, and making her way towards you.

Your face pales and you do the only thing you can think of- stomp as hard as you can on Sukuna’s foot through his shoe while you suddenly thrash around to pull his hand out of the waist of your skirt behind the table.

His grip tightens, angering at your sudden movements. “Fuck’s wrong with y-”

“My mom’s coming, get that thing out of my panties.” You desperately plead as you try to create some more distance between your bodies. “Please.” You add, hoping he’ll work with you for once and not take this as an opportunity to execute one of the millions of sick ideas he probably had running through his head.

He looks at you for a second with a lazy grin before complying, quickly pulling the small toy out and slipping it back into his pocket before taking a step back as your mom rounds the corner of the table, leaving you in full view.

“Hey you guys, what are you doing hiding in this corner? Some of our guests want to meet you two, please come say hi.”

You try your best not to let the frustration paint itself on your face. “Yeah we’ll be there in a second. Just gonna grab another drink.” You reply shortly, hoping your cheeks aren’t too noticeably flushed while straightening out the hem of your top.

“Alright.” She nods before smiling up at Sukuna. “So glad you could make it by the way. I know you have some pretty crazy shifts, so thanks for making the time and coming. Instead of being difficult about it like someone…” She eyes you again. “You should really learn a thing or two from him, you know?”

Your jaw almost falls open and you almost retort back before holding your tongue and tilting your chin towards the people your mom wanted you to come meet. “Looks like they’re waiting for you. We’ll be there in a moment.”

As your mom disappears into the crowd again, you turn to Sukuna who’s smirking in that way that makes your blood boil. “Don’t even fucking start.”

“Aw, is someone upset because she couldn’t cum?”

You cross your arms, shooting daggers with your eyes. “Give me the toy. You said it was for me, right?”

As inappropriate as it was, you were amazed that you’d never bothered to find out how good a sex toy actually felt. With it, maybe you wouldn’t yearn for Sukuna’s mouth as much.

He makes no move to pull it out. “Nah, don’t think so. You can cum with it, but only when I let you.”

You gaze down at his pocket, wondering if you could possibly snatch it and run away. Probably wouldn’t end well for you, you reason and decide against it. “You’re horrible.”

“Don’t pout, I’ll make it up to you some other time.” Sukuna straightens his shirt before pulling out a glass and a bottle to pour himself a drink. “Come on, let’s go before your mom comes back.”

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[ccazimi]

sooo I confess I wanna see a true form Sukuna x slutty concubine reader on her period

i was considering writing this already bc i love everything tf sukuna x concubines...perhaps after i write the next part of nightingale hehe

[ccazimi]

i MAY or MAY NOT be developing another obsession…

i think i have a type

[ccazimi]

Nightingale (pt. 2)

Read pt. 1 here

CW: stepcest, period sex (oral, fingering), noncon/dubcon, wounding? (fingering with nails), namecalling (princess, pet, slut, etc.), squirting, fem reader, degradation, modern noncurse au, lmk if i missed anything else

WC: 4.5k

as usual, 18+, mdni

Morning sunlight streams into the window as you bite into the toast smothered in anko. Both your parents have already left to go to work, leaving just you finishing your meal and Yuuji scarfing down his next to you. Sukuna still hasn’t shown himself to your relief but you hasten your chewing to disappear into your room before he possibly decides to make an entrance.

You were almost scared to return home after your date last night, but luckily you didn’t run into Sukuna when you got back around 11 and let yourself in.

The date itself was pretty decent, especially for a first one. He’d taken you to a trendy new conveyor belt sushi restaurant, the night filled with laughter and playful banter that almost made you forget about what had happened right before.

Almost.

Unfortunately the awareness of its proof in your panties ruined your first ever kiss at the end of the night, effectively putting a damper on things when they started to heat up and he’d invited you back to his dorm at uni. You had been preparing for this night, for this moment, but suddenly it felt uncomfortable as you became even more conscious of the urge to peel off your undergarments and scrub your skin.

You politely declined, rambling on about how your parents expected you home or something. If he knew it was an excuse, luckily he didn’t mind and the drive to drop you home was still in good spirits.

If you blocked out all memories of Sukuna from yesterday, it was actually a pretty decent night.

You finish up your toast before moving onto the yogurt with chunks of fruit in it, just about to dive in when you hear his footsteps and make out the silhouette of his frame coming down the hallway.

Though your eyes are steadily trained on mixing the yogurt your body still tenses and the hammering in your chest urges you to leave.

“Good morning, Sukuna!” Yuuji greets his older brother with his usual sunny disposition that does nothing to ease the prickling on your skin. You can feel Sukuna’s eyes boring into you.

“What’s left to eat?” Sukuna asks lazily, pulling out a chair in front of you and taking a seat.

His voice was the last straw and you keep your eyes cast downward as you slowly stand up, holding the open container of yogurt.

“Eggs, toast, yogurt, coffee, some fruits. You goin’ to work today?” Yuuji replies through a mouth full of food.

“I am.” To your dismay, Sukuna turns his head in your direction before you can sneak away. “And where are you going?”

You swallowed. “I’m done with my food and I have some homework to catch up on….” You mumbled.

“Its bad manners to get up while we’re still eating.” Sukuna chides you. “Besides aren’t you gonna tell us how your date went last night?”

Just like Sukuna probably intended, Yuuji perked up at the mention and looked curiously at you. “Date? You went on a date? How’d it go?!” He asked excitedly.

You glared at Sukuna and that stupid smug grin on his face as you sat back down. His nerve never ceased to astound you.

“It went fine. We got dinner at that new conveyor belt sushi place.” You spooned some of the yogurt into your mouth.

“No one cares about that.” Sukuna reached over to pluck the yogurt from your hands despite your protests. “So did you fuck or not?”

You turn pink as Yuuji pipes up. “Sukuna, give her yogurt back and stop asking her questions like that.”

The question wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t know as well as Sukuna did that he’d effectively made sure you couldn’t have sex with your date last night even if you wanted to.

“The princess can get a new one.” He finished your yogurt in about two bites before setting the empty container back in front of you. “Yes or no?”

“We didn’t. Can you leave me alone now?” You answered a bit more sharply than you’d intended, causing Sukuna’s eyes to slant as you got up to get another yogurt from the fridge.

“Watch your tone.”

“Let it go, Sukuna. Besides you’re being a jerk anyways, what did you expect?” Yuuji defends you with pure intentions but still you feel a bit embarrassed as you remember what Sukuna said last night about his “white-knighting”.

He probably thought of you as sheltered, soft. Unable to defend yourself.

The thought irritated you more than it should and you promptly dismissed yourself after retrieving the yogurt, making your way past Sukuna and into your room.

The next day your date texts you asking if you want to go out again and while you do, luck just has it that your period starts so you schedule for next week instead. Two days pass by and between schoolwork, classes, and staying holed up in your room in pain, you didn’t see Sukuna all that much.

Three nights later you’re curled up on your bed in fetal position, unable to fall asleep thanks to the constant pinching in your belly. Not even the hot shower you took seemed to help, neither did the 500 mg of ibuprofen. You’re considering if you have it in you to get up and make some hot herbal tea when you hear the motorbike pull up to the house before shutting off and the front door unlocking.

Sukuna must be back from his shift.

You check the time on your phone. Its a bit after 1 am and with the quietness in the house you know both your parents and Yuuji would already be asleep right now, leaving only Sukuna awake and prowling about.

No tea tonight.

You curl up tighter as another especially sharp cramp pierces through your gut and you feel warm blood leak out into your pad, praying sleep will fall over you soon.

A few minutes later your hear footsteps coming up the stairs, your breath involuntarily pausing, waiting for him to walk by your room.

Except he doesn’t.

The doorknob starts to turn and your mind races at what he could possibly want or be doing at this hour. You bury your face into your pillow facing your back towards the door, shutting your eyes as you hear it open.

For a few seconds everything is perfectly still and you think he might have left.

Suddenly a peculiar sensation makes you jump- long fingers on your scalp, stroking through the length of your hair. The sensation makes your stomach curl and you snap your head around to tell him to fuck off.

“What do you want?” You hiss, biting your lip to hold in a wince as another brutal cramp rips through you.

The only light in your room is the pale moonlight streaming in, illuminating only contours of his face, the rest of his figured cloaked in shadows and barely visible where he was standing by your bed.

“I knew you weren’t sleeping.”

“Get out. I don’t want to deal with you right now.” The pain in your abdomen made you more irritable than usual, growling at him as you turn your face back into the covers.

You feel the bed dip under his weight, gasping as your face is grabbed by the chin and twisted back to look at him. “And who do you think you’re talking to? You’re feeling brave tonight, huh?”

Another cramp. You stay silent, hoping he’ll leave if you don’t provoke him further. Instead, he lets go of your face to swat you lightly. “Move.”

You want to deny him but between the pain and your fear of provoking him you do as he says, still facing away as you shift to the other side of the bed. Sukuna crawls in beside you under the sheets, scooting close as he lies down and pulls you in so that he’s spooning you.

Your chest is fluttering at the warmth of his body against yours more than you’d like and you conveniently blame it on the state of your period hormones.

“You know how much I hate that bratty attitude of yours…” He sighs against the back of your neck, rubbing his lips along as the hand on your hip pulls you even tighter.

“How was work?” You ask quietly, shifting tactics and hoping you could loosen the building heat by asking him normal and mundane questions.

“Good. It’s a nice restaurant, the kind you take a girl to for a first date.” He lifts his head a bit while his fingers begin trailing the length of your body, down over the tops of your thighs and back up to skim across your clothed abdomen. “Not a conveyer sushi belt place.”

“I liked it, okay? It was a good date.” You huff a bit defensively. “Besides I don’t think any college student has the money for kaiseki as a first date.”

Sukuna offers no response apart from a slight chuckle, though his fingers are growing bolder in their exploring in a way that has your breathing quickening slightly.

You tense as another cramp seizes your uterus but the pain is quickly overshadowed by the feeling of his hand abruptly slipping under the hem of your top and reaching up to cup your breast.

“What are you doing?” You whisper as your own hand comes up to pull his off while you shoot a worried glance to the door to your room still ajar behind you. “Wh-what if mom or dad…or Yuuji see-”

“So what if they do?” Sukuna nips playfully at the shell of your ear. “I’m just helping my little sister fall asleep…”

You suppress a shiver down your spine, disgust at his disturbing words settling down into unwanted sparks in your gut. Your hand loosens its grip on his and just as soon he squeezes your sore breast, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Could you at least close the door? In case someone walks by?” You plead quietly as another one of his arms wrap around to grope your chest with both hands. “Ow, ah-”

“Close the door? Why?” His fingers are kneading the tender tissue of your tits, making you wince. “What do you plan on doing with me?” He teases, pressing his hips up into your ass to make sure you can feel his hardening dick. “Gonna jerk me off with your panties again?”

Heat blooms across your cheek, once again caught between yourself and the repulsion that was slowly morphing into a dark desire that was only encouraged by the pads of his fingers tracing your areolas, nipples hardening under the touch.

Its just your period hormones you repeatedly try to reason with yourself again and almost on cue, your uterus contracts again. The cramps along with the pain from your aching breasts being massaged and the heat infecting your brain was all too much.

“S-stop, Sukuna…it hurts.” You say hoping it’ll convince him to ease up at the very least as you squirm against his hands on your chest.

“You’re so fucking fragile. I’m barely even squeezing them.”

“Well they’re already sore because I’m-” You hesitate for some reason. “..on my period.”

His movements pause and relief washes over you.

“I know.”

And just like that your stomach is up in knots again. “Huh?”

Suddenly the heat of his body against yours dissipates as he gets up from the bed before peeling back the layers of your blanket.

You’re about to protest when you catch a look at his expression, a large grin plastered on his face that was visible even in the faint moonlight.

Before you know it his hands are gripping your ankles, pulling you unceremoniously to the edge of the bed where he kneels by it on the ground.

“Sukuna? Stop it, what are you doing?” You whisper frantically trying to keep your voice quiet despite the growing panic at being unable to do anything but flail about helplessly in the sheets.

“Consider this another gift, princess. I’m gonna show you how a real man eats so that my little sis never settles for anything less from another man.”

“Eats? You can’t possibly mean-”

Oh, but clearly that was exactly what he meant, judging from how he was gripping the waistband of your pajamas to tug them down.

“Sukuna. I’m on my period, please not now, please can’t we do this after or something?” You realize you’re already crying as you desperately try to reason with him. “You won’t like the taste, its gross-”

More tears well in your eyes as you watch his sinister smile grow wider as he drinks in your disheveled state, begging him not to. “You clearly don’t know my tastes then.”

He yanks down your pajamas, dragging the waistband of your panties with it as you twist to stop him from taking them off.

He growls in agitation. “Stop making this difficult or I swear to god I’ll get scissors and cut these clothes off you.”

You still, meeting his eyes that somehow look redder than ever right now almost as if they were glowing.

He smiles as he pulls your clothing all the way down your legs, removing them and tossing your pajamas along with your panties and the pad on it to the side. “There you go. Just lay back and let your big brother make you feel good, okay?”

You shiver at his words, aware he was trying and succeeding at making you as uncomfortable about this as possible.

Cool air brushes over your wet pussy as he spreads your legs to hook them over his shoulders, drawing your awareness to your vulnerable position. Your screw your eyes shut so you don’t have to see his as he drinks in the sight over your bare and bleeding cunt. It was your first time being seen with anyone, the feeling of being so exposed like this making a potent mixture of humiliation and shame burn in you.

And you thought it couldn’t get worse than the last time.

“Open your eyes.”

Your lids flutter open at his voice, unexpectedly soft , though it still held a firm edge.

“There you go.”

You grip your sheets as you watch him lean in, realizing your clit was already throbbing in anticipation at the feel of his tongue.

The flat of his tongue presses against your clit and you gasp.

The feeling was even better than you’d imagined - soft, wet and hot. Not to mention you'd forgotten entirely about that piercing on his tongue- you'd never really noticed it till now and as the cold metal ball catches against your clit you realize the reason he probably got it.

Your fingers twist the sheets into fists as he licks a long stripe up from your sopping hole back up to your clit before latching his open mouth all the way on your pussy.

His eyes are piercing through you as you hold your breath when you feel a tongue slithering into your hole, tasting the mixture of blood and juices. A low groan vibrates from his throat as his lids relax and his tongue slides back out and he pulls away, dark red staining his lips as they curl into a smirk.

“Oh, you taste even better than I expected.” He leans closer, voice dropping with some sinister intent. “So good that I think you deserve to know what your cunt tastes like too.”

Your eyes widen as he bends in over you. “No-”

Wet lips are already crashing onto yours, swallowing your denial as his tongue pries its way through your lips and teeth. The sharp taste of yourself coated your tastebuds all at once - salty, warm, and metallic - making you cringe and try to break the kiss.

Sukuna’s tongue is pervasive, exploring the crevices of your mouth with a domineering harshness before finally pulling away, snapping tiny gossamer threads of saliva between the two of you.

“That was ….disgusting. What is wrong with you?!” You pant, trying to scrape off the taste from your tongue against your teeth.

He giggles, a low sound that makes your hairs stand up. “I’m gonna teach you to love ‘disgusting’.”

You look at him in horror before peeling away your eyes to the door frame, listening closely to make sure the house was still quiet.

You would never be able to recover from being caught in this position.

Sukuna lowers himself, latching his mouth back onto your pussy and staring directly up into your eyes as his tongue begins to lap at your damp folds, dragging through them to collect all the juices and swallow. You stare at him with wide-eyes, completely enraptured by this incredible sensation, wondering how you’d gone without it for so long.

You’re already barely holding yourself together when he starts licking your swollen clit, the hard metal of his piercing rubbing over and over against it, blending deliciously with the warmth of his wet tongue.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hold in the feverish moans that were rising from your chest. He notices, narrowing his eyes and increasing his pace, sucking and caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves till you’re biting down on your palm even though small whimpers still make their way out.

Every small flick of his tongue feels like jolts of lightning from your most sensitive spot and you don’t even realize you’re lifting your hips up higher, pressing your pussy into his mouth for more.

He stops for a second, removing his mouth to eye the wet mess he’d already made of your cunt. The sudden dissolving of pleasure from his tongue was almost painful, eliciting a frustrated noise from you as you looked up at him desperately.

“Feel good?” He asks, obviously taunting you like he didn’t already know the answer and just wanted to hear you say it.

“Fuck, yes, it feels good.” You grit out, impatiently trying to lift your pussy back to his lips. “Keep going.”

“What’s the magic word?”

You clench your jaw, the pure neediness of your cunt straining against the agitation bubbling on your face. "Are you fucking seriou-"

You’re not given a chance to even try and fight back when he parts his lips ever so slightly and breathes out, the tendrils of his breath cool against your wet folds as it almost spelled out how swollen your clit was, coated in slick and saliva.

The feather-light sensation was too much, snapping the last threads of control leaving you thinking only through your agonizingly aroused cunt.

“Oh f-fuck, please Sukuna,” You whined. “Please make me c-cum.”

He chuckles and you sigh in relief at the addicting heat of his lips clamping back around your sex, watching intently as you begin to unravel with every careful move of his tongue. Lewd, sloppy noises fill the room and normally you’d be nervous about someone possibly waking up and hearing him slurping your pussy, but you’re too far gone, squeezing your thighs around his head instead.

You watch him through the tears filling your eyes as you feel your orgasm begin to build up - slowly and heavily. He looks like a monster, hungrily devouring you and the fresh blood leaking out, the sight of his head between your thighs and on your pussy only pushing your orgasm towards you with increasing intensity.

And before you know it you’re falling, drowning in the waves of pleasure rippling through you so strongly that your mouth is open in awe, soft moans burying into the flesh of your palm with tears rolling down your cheeks. Sukuna doesn’t let up, leading you through your orgasm with his mouth and even when you feel yourself start to come down his pace and pressure don’t decrease.

“S-Sukuna, I came.” You try to pull your hips away but he grips you tightly, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

Even with his mouth occupied you can see the glint in his eyes, smirking as his tongue continues its relentless assault on your sensitive clit. He changes up the pace and you whimper as he begins sucking on it, overstimulation drawing fresh tears at your lash line.

“Sukuna, ‘s too much - ah - , s-stop,” You try again weakly till you feel the bolts of pleasure igniting again at your clit.

His tongue goes back to stimulating it with increasing intensity as you feel your second orgasm begin to build.

“Oh god-” You tilt your pelvis up as the heat grows and grows until your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping the messy strands as you lift your hips and pull his head as tightly as you can into your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking-”

Your second orgasm crashes into you abruptly and without warning, leaving you breathless after it dissipates. His tongue slows down into slow languid strokes before stopping entirely and unlatching his mouth while you catch your breath. Sukuna’s face is shining, covered in juices and blood that you can feel running down from your entrance to your ass.

Your hole clenches, the need for your g-spot to be stimulated growing imminent now that you were sufficiently prepped from not one but two clitoral orgasms.

His eyes drag down to the movement and he smirks, licking his lips to clean them off. “Need something, pet?”

You try to close your thighs, only making him spread them wider as your post-nut clarity washes over you like a bucket of icy water being dumped on you.

“No. Let me go before I fucking scream for mom and dad.”

You can take care of yourself with your own fingers after he’s gone.

That smug look on his face doesn’t budge at your threat.

“You’re not gonna do that.” He tells you coolly.

“Fucking let me go-”

You’re about to try and kick him in the face when he slides a finger into your dripping entrance, curling it up to massage that spongy area of tissue that made your mind go blank and all the words melt off of your tongue in favor of an involuntary moan.

You look at him through glazed eyes, mouth parted as he rubs into your flesh, a new type of pleasure blooming and taking hold.

“You’re such a stupid slut.” He sneers, rubbing a finger against your sensitive walls before harshly shoving in another finger. “Don’t ever try those empty threats with me, you dumb little girl.”

“Ahh” You bite down on your lip, ashamed at how you melted into putty under his touch till the point even his demeaning words only fueled the pleasure.

“I bet your fingers never felt as good as mine do, huh?” With the way his fingers are positioned, you can start to feel the edges of his nails scraping against the tender flesh.

“N-no, oh fuck,” You babble mindlessly, all composure falling away with the steady pressure of his fingers against your walls being exacerbated by the stinging of those dark nails inside you. “No they don’t, Sukuna-”

“You like this you sick little slut?” His fingers begin pistoning up into you at a new angle, the sudden change of pace causing fresh moans to spill out of you, the wet sounds of crimson-stained fluids so messy and erratic you already know these sheets will be permanently stained.

“Y-yes, -nhgh- love it, I love it-”

Love it?

You were entirely out of your mind, even Sukuna knew by now if it wasn’t already clear from your watery and dazed eyes, the sweat clinging to your skin, how every muscle in your body was tensed up, the amount of wetness coating his fingers that couldn’t be just blood.

“This is really all it took for you to give in? Fuck, your virgin cunt must’ve been so miserable.” He curves his fingers up even more against your gummy walls now plushy and inflamed from how hard he’s finger fucking you with nails cutting themselves into the flesh. “Say it. Say that you’re pathetic.”

“Ah-” You bite in a yelp, vision blurry and eyes stinging from tears, only able to feel his fingers thrusting aggressively into you, the pleasure threaded with pain and a brand new wave of humiliation at his biting words as if you weren’t already mortified by how much apparently your body loved this. “P-please, Sukuna-”

“Say it.” He spits on your pussy, the wet wad of spit catching on your clit, making you whimper at the visceral sensation. “Say you’re my pathetic little plaything.”

His sadistic gaze burned into you and with the building pressure between your legs you felt like you were being compelled.

“I’m your p-pathetic, -ah- little plaything S-Sukuna,”

“Yeah? Still wanna call Mom and Dad? Have them see you cumming all over your big brother’s fingers like a filthy bitch?”

The words are like a match striking something in you and you moan so loudly that Sukuna leans over to clamp his other palm over your mouth, so close you can see the faint striated pattern in his blazing irises.

“Go on, then. Show me how much you love this.”

With that, hot liquid rushes out of you as you cum, seeping uncontrollably from your walls and gushing around his fingers and splattering out as he continues to drive them into you, juicing every last drop of your orgasm.

You come down, his hand over the lower half of your face lifting when your muffled moans become pants for air. Every muscle in your body is tired from being tensed and you bite your lip from the sharp pain when he pulls his fingers out from your abused cunt. Your walls are tighter than before, inflamed and puffy from the battering of his fingers. There’s a dull soreness, but at least the pain in your womb has subsided for now.

Sukuna lifts his fingers, admiring the mess of smeared blood, fluids, and tiny stringy bits of soft flesh clinging onto his nails. You gulp as he looks at you, scared he’s going to put them in your mouth to make you taste yourself.

“Please, don’t.”

He flashes you a cocky smile, clearly pleased at the apprehension he’d instilled in you before licking his fingers clean. You watch in repulsion, suddenly aware of the mess that was left on your skin and sheets and slide your legs back down to close yourself up from his view.

And of course with it was a growing disgust with what had just happened and how much you’d liked it.

Loved it.

You cringe, unable to be in Sukuna’s presence after humiliating yourself and coming undone like that in front of him, at his hands.

“I n-need to cleanup…” You mutter keeping your eyes trained on the dark ceiling above you, voice breaking as the weight of everything begins to come down on you.

“Good luck with that,” He replies indifferently as he stands. “You’re definitely gonna need new sheets.” Your heart tightens as you feel him moving around the side of the bed to stand beside you and bend down. “Goodnight, sis.” He presses a mockingly chaste kiss on your forehead with the lips that had just been eating out your pussy, leaving your stomach lurching and wanting to gag as he pulls away and walks out the door, once again leaving you in both physical and mental shambles.

[ccazimi]

this is killing me

dumbass boyfriend sukuna who's hands are too big for a phone so you get him an ipad with a sim card in it.

this man straight up whips out an ipad in public when he's grocery shopping and face times you to ask what brand of milk do you need or something. you've probably turned on a lot of accessibility tools as well for him (made the font size bigger especially). and no password for him because he finds it stupid and a waste of time. definitely uses the pre-installed photo-booth even though he never admits it.

you need to beg him to not carry his ipad on dates because he wants to take pictures of you, so he grumbles and takes your phone instead. again, hands too big to click on the shutter button so you invest in a tripod/selfie stick with those button photo clickers on it so he uses that to take photos of you. demands you share every single picture with him, even the blurry or "bad" ones. fascinated by airdrop (if you have an ios)

[ccazimi]

thoughts abt step/dad kuna :3? 🤲🏻 me personally i think he'd force pressure u into throat training >< he'd be such an asshole abt it !! he'd see u struggling to breathe while he's fucking ur poor throat but he doesn't care :( on days when he's feeling generous, if he deems u took him well, he might let his sweet litl girl cum on his fat cock !!!

im not normally into dilfs for some reason but this one got me giggling n shit omg

idk if it makes sense for me to write stepdad sukuna tho since im already working on the next part of the stepbro version but perhaps ill write stepbro sukuna like this some time in that series? 👅👅 i luv this idea tho

[ccazimi]

problematic women only

[ccazimi]

i had a dream i got some hate comments on a fic I wrote so i made a taglist exclusively of my haters and tagged them when i uploaded the next part of the fic

[ccazimi]

let me hit? 😅

ac: youka_i

[ccazimi]

Nightingale

Read pt. 2 here

CW: stepcest, noncon/dubcon, f!reader, dacryphilia, handjob, playing with panties, biting, degradation, slapping, cumplay?, reader is a bit insecure, modern au, lmk if i missed anything else

WC: 4.3k

18+, MDNI

a/n: props to anyone that knows the title's reference

You sat in your room, mouth open in a small O as you concentrated on meticulously applying a few finishing touches of mascara to the ends of your lashes. The warm light of the lamp illuminated the wash of color on your cheeks and lips, a floral chypre perfume hanging redolent in the air.

Careful, spread the lashes evenly-

Your door swung open and in burst your menace of a stepbrother Sukuna, causing you to lose your steadfast focus and smear some of the mascara on your upper lid.

Immediately you felt rage snap in you, gritting your teeth and grabbing an earbud to pour some micellar water on it and try and erase the black marks as cleanly as you could.

“Hey.” He greeted you as he sauntered across your room and sank onto the mattress of your bed like it was his own. “So what’s my dumb little sis getting all dolled up for? Or should I say who?”

You took a deep breath, focusing on soaking the earbud in the makeup remover. He was just trying to rile you up as usual.

“Stepsister.” You corrected him calmly. “And that’s none of your business.”

“Do you want me to come over there and slap you?” He was lounging on your bed as he casually threatened you, arms crossed behind his head.

You winced, not wanting to find out whether he was bluffing or not.

Truth was, you were intimidated by him. Your parents might have been blind to it (routinely giving the three of you sappy lectures on how it didn’t matter now that you were “step” siblings and the three of you should consider each other as blood), but both Sukuna and Yuuji knew.

Yuuji being the good sibling he was, took it upon himself to shield you from Sukuna’s antics whenever possible but he had been busier with classes lately, leaving you alone here with his older brother.

“I have a date.” You sighed. “So if you could please just not bother m-”

“’Sukuna, please leave me alone!’” He mocked your voice before laughing meanly, a deep sound that threatened to heat your cheeks a little more than you’d like to admit. “Shut up. God, you’re such a spoiled fucking brat.”

You pursed your lips, trying to focus on dabbing away the mascara and keep his words from stinging you.

But they did, maybe because you knew it was somewhat true. It was the very reason why Sukuna felt entitled to the room you had to yourself while he had to share one with Yuuji. It wasn’t your fault you were treated as such and while you were grateful you did also feel a bit guilty.

“Well at least my stupid little sister’s finally getting some play.” He lamented, sitting up over the edge of your bed and stretching. “Twenty-one and still a virgin…as a girl too.”

You finished removing the smeared mascara and sat back, hoping the warm lighting and painted blush would conceal the hints of pink creeping into your cheeks.

“How would you even know if I was a virgin or not?” You tried to defend yourself but a falter in your voice when you caught his large frame making its way towards you in the mirror gave away your trepidation.

You weren’t like Yuuji or Sukuna, a bit quieter and shyer than the two of them. You especially couldn’t live up to Sukuna who was unfortunately actually quite good-looking and knew it too - hooking up with random girls every other weekend and coming back home disheveled and covered in the smell of women’s perfume or with lipstick stains on his skin.

You felt outclassed, perhaps part of the reason you’d decided to put yourself a bit more out there and had landed a date with some funny mutual you’d met in college.

“Oh, come on.” Sukuna knelt beside you and it took all your willpower not to flinch when he ran darkly painted nails through the locks of your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. “Its so embarrassingly obvious you’ve never been with a man. I mean look at how stiff you are with me right next to you right now.”

He was too close to you for your comfort right now and you caught your body instinctively tensing away. You dropped your eyes unable to meet his in the mirror - they were the most peculiar shade of brown you’d ever seen -closer to red if anything- and if you didn’t catch yourself you’d get lost looking into them a bit too long.

“I need to brush my hair.” You muttered, hoping to loosen some of the air constricting itself around your chest. “I’ll be late.”

This was a lie, of course. You’d begun getting ready so you could take your time and still be fully ready by the time your date came to pick you up. It was only 6:45 and you’d planned for him to pick you up at 8.

You reached for the wooden brush on the dresser but Sukuna caught your wrist before you could grab it.

“Let me.” His tone was low and velvety but you knew it was more of a demand than an offer from the glint in his eyes.

Did he always look so…hungry?

“I wanna brush my little sister’s pretty hair.”

A lump had formed itself in your throat that you now tried to force down. You’d caught onto the fact that he was mocking you, that this act was just an imitation of gentle affection for what would normally be a wholesome act between two siblings.

“You...um…you really don’t have to…”

Sukuna chuckled as he grabbed your wrist and stood, forcing you to rise to your legs alongside him as he dragged you to the edge of the bed in front of the mirror.

“I don’t have to do anything. I only do what I want.” He sat, and pulled you down unceremoniously onto his lap before you could resist. “Do whatever I want, and take whatever I want.”

You let out a small gasp, heart in your mouth at the position you were suddenly in, between his spread legs.

You were about to try and stand back up when he delivered a swift swat to the side of your thigh. “Sit properly.”

You obliged, more out of intimidation than anything, that gnawing feeling in your gut only growing as you positioned yourself on his firm thigh. The faint scent of his cologne curled into your nostrils, a cold woody masculine scent mingling with the sweet scent of your own perfume that clung to your skin and hair.

This wasn’t weird…right? He was only brushing your hair, much like your mother used to do when you were younger.

“Start at the ends.” You told him, hoping to get through this ordeal as quickly as possible.

Your hair didn’t have too many knots anyway, it was just freshly washed and a little disarrayed.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” And as if to prove a point, he dragged the brush down all the way from the crown of your skull. “Just sit there and look pretty, okay?”

You shifted uncomfortably, mentally cursing yourself out for not being able to relax. Why were you so uneasy?

You didn’t want to entertain the thought that he was getting you worked up- not before a date, and most definitely not because of your stepbrother.

Either you had more tangles in your hair than you’d thought or Sukuna just really didn’t care to make the process of combing it painless. He guided the brush through with firm strokes, going straight through rougher or more matted areas causing you to squirm on his lap as your scalp stung.

“Ow! Sukuna that hurts, can you please be more gentle? You’re gonna rip out all my hair.” You whined trying to claw at the brush, earning another slap to your thigh, harder than the last. “Ow!”

“Aww, it hurts does it?” He cooed, voice dripping with taunting pity. “Poor baby. I’ll make sure it hurts a lot worse if you don’t stay still.” He emphasized his point with a particularly harsh yanking of the bristles through a small knot near your neck.

“Why are you being like this?”

“What do you mean?” The major knots were mostly out now, but you still suppressed some whimpers as he dragged the comb through patches of still tangled hair. “I just want my little sis to look good for her first ever date. Maybe after getting a taste of some dick you won’t be so much of a stuck-up prissy bitch anymore.”

You stiffened at his words, crass and shameless as ever. “Huh? Is that what you think of me?”

“You really wanna know all the things I think of you?”

“No, I’m sure I don’t.” You said quickly, shifting your hair so that it covered then burning tips of your ears.

Finally the long drags of the brush had come to an end and to his credit your hair felt silky despite the pain you’d been put through.

He stared at you for a second before breaking into a smirk and pushing you off his lap like he didn’t seat you there in the first place.

“What are you wearing?”

It would be a fair question if you weren’t already dressed in the outfit you’d chosen- a black corset top with an elegant laced skirt that dropped till your ankles, and a sheer black cardigan.

“Well…this is what I’m wearing.” You said uncertainly, suddenly unsure of your outfit of choice and doubting yourself.

Were your clothes too formal? Did you put on too much makeup? What if you bored your date?

It just hit you that this was the first time you were going out with a guy and suddenly you felt your nerves fraying. You hated it, but you were inexperienced just like how Sukuna always agonized you for.

Sukuna’s smirk grew, sharp canines proudly showing themselves off. “I meant underneath, you dumb girl.”

Your brain short circuited as you tried to process what he was talking about. “Wha-”

Sukuna abruptly hooked a finger at the waistband of your skirt and tugged it downwards to reveal the new pair of lacy blank panties you’d saved just for tonight.

“Ohh, scandalous. I like those.” He purred.

Your skin burned as his searing eyes dragged across the fabric before you pulled out of his grasp and jerked your skirt back up, a familiar pinch in your sinuses warning you of tears that were threatening to well up in humiliation.

To make matters worse, he was unmoved and cold as ever. “Too bad such sexy lingerie is wasted on a girl with no experience. That poor fucker doesn’t know what he’s in for.”

“We’re not even going to have sex!”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You don’t wear panties like those for yourself- I bet even your bra matches.”

….How did he know that? Were you really that predictable?

“Stop it!” You tried to blink away droplets that began to blur the corners of your vision.

“You’ve never even seen a dick in real life, have you?”

In real life.

Well, he got you there. Again.

His tactic had worked and suddenly you felt stupid and inadequate, especially when confronted about it by Sukuna and put to shame.

Tears finally cascaded and you quickly turned your cheek, desperately wiping so he wouldn’t catch them but it was too late.

“Aww, are you crying?” He asked with what might’ve sounded like concern if it weren’t for the wicked pleasure painted all over his face. “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do. Cry and whine pathetically now that there’s no Yuuji to white knight you. You’re so fucking pathetic.”

The pressure in your head built painfully until you could no longer contain it and you turned away, rubbing your nose on your sleeve and crying even more once you’d realize your makeup was probably ruined, only adding to the mess.

It was stupid, he was saying mean shit on purpose, but god did it sting in all the right spots.

Having had enough, you twisted away and bolted towards the open door so that you could cry out the rest of your tears away from his needling presence.

But somehow his arm was wrapping around you as you’d barely made it through the doorframe, and lifting you up over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare walk away when I’m talking to you. Where the fuck are your manners?”

Teardrops continued to roll down your cheeks as he carried you back into your room and dropped you on the ground before sitting back on the bed.

“What…what do you want from me?” You choked out, looking up at him from where you were on the floor. “You’ve ruined my date before it even started. Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?”

Sukuna peered down at you over the bridge of his nose, the black tattoos framing his face seeming sharper than before.

“Take off your panties.”

Your blood went cold, face draining of color before the heat returned even more intensely, burning at your cheeks.

“Are you…you’re not serious…” You let out a high laugh, sure that this was another sick joke he was playing to further torment you.

Your stomach sank when his gaze only hardened, taking on an unsettling almost predatory quality. “Do I not look serious to you?”

The air felt like it was rapidly leaving the room, and suddenly there wasn’t enough oxygen in your lungs. Yet you couldn’t breathe, feeling the breath caught in your throat.

He sighed. “I won’t ask again.”

You scrambled to your feet, anger now beginning to surge through you. “What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn’t funny. I’m gonna tell mom and da-”

Within the blink of an eye he got up and a crack cut through the room in time with a sharp stinging across your cheek. You stared at him through wide glossy eyes, in as heat bloomed across your skin where his palm had connected with it.

You’d never felt so disrespected, so demeaned. One would only dare lay hands on another like that if they considered them less than human.

It reminded you of how your mother used to slap as you as a child.

And with how coldly he was glaring down at you with nothing but a glint of amusement in his piercing eyes, your tears overflowed once again before you could stop them.

“Take. Them. Off.”

You tried to steady your breathing but a concoction of hurt, disgust and shame roiled in your stomach and stole the air from your lungs as you gave in.

“You’re fucked in the head, you know that?” You spat as he sat back down and you bent to lift the length of your skirt to reach for the hem of your panties.

“Better than you think, princess.” He flashed you a sleazy grin, watching intently as you dragged the underwear down your legs, draping your skirt over your pussy to preserve some modesty.

Finally you lifted one foot to remove it entirely, and then another. You bunched the cloth up in your fist before either of you could get a good look at it.

Sukuna grabbed your wrist, pulling you harshly back into his lap like before but with his leg slotted between yours this time. You cringed inwardly at the feeling of your now bare pussy rubbing on the thin fabric against the shape of his leg through his sweats.

“What are you doing?” You questioned shakily, heart jumping erratically in your chest.

Sukuna snatched the bundled ball of your panties from your fingers in response, eliciting a yelp from you.

Your phone buzzed from where it lay on your dresser though the noise went completely unheard by you.

“I’m gonna show you how to please a man, doll.” He breathed against your ear, iniquitous words dripping with something dark and ravaged enough to send a shiver down your spine. “My cock is gonna be the first one you ever touch.” He pressed you further into his lap, pushing up something long and hard against your ass.

Your mind blanked again, fresh tears collecting at your lash line at the feel of his hard dick against you, a reminder that sealed your fate of whatever was going to happen.

“I don’t want this…Please stop, I won’t tell mom, dad, or Yuuji, or anyone I swear. I’ll even give you my room, anything.” You tried to bargain desperately though deep down you knew it would all be to no avail.

He only laughed and held up your panties, unfurling them to inspect the crotch.

To your horror it was considerably damp, your slick reflecting in a thin sheen that told you it was fresh too.

“Don’t want this, huh?”

You screwed your eyes shut, too chagrined to even defend yourself or excuse it as just normal discharge.

Even though that had to be what it was, because there was no way in hell your body was actually turned on by this.

And you absolutely refused to acknowledge the warmth slipping out from between your thighs right now.

“Hey.” He lightly slapped your cheek. “Open your eyes. No looking away.”

You forced yourself to open your lids, immediately wanting to close them again when you found him lifting your underwear to his lips. He stuck a tattooed tongue out, dragging it through some of the wetness that you’d left.

“Oh fuck yes.” Sukuna let out the most obscene groan of pleasure, and you blushed as you felt his dick twitch beneath you.

It was fucked up and disgusted you to no end, yet you couldn’t deny the smallest sliver of pleasure seeing that he clearly liked your taste.

He quickly fumbled with the waistband of his pants, shifting them low enough to slip his erect cock out. You let out a small gasp at the sight of his manhood- it looked angry, with a fat weeping reddened tip and branches of veins that crawled up the sides of his massive girth.

And was that a tattoo that banded the base-

He laughed cockily at your reaction of being so taken aback by the sight that you’d temporarily stopped crying. “Like what you see lil sis?”

You opened your mouth planning to say ‘no’, but nothing came out except a stupid noise somewhere between a cry and a squeak.

“Jerk me off with your panties.”

“Huh?”

“What, are you dumb or something? Want me to say it in another language?”

The audacity of him to look at you like you were the problem here.

To be fair you felt effectively stupefied right now, panicked eyes shifting between his dead serious face and leaking dick. “I don’t know how to…”

“Right, how could I forget what a prude my sister is.” Sukuna sighed.

He took your panties, wrapping the wet part of the crotch around his shaft under his fist, and began pumping.

Somewhere in the distance your phone buzzed again, but you were too absorbed in how he breathed out in relief at the pressure, eyes growing hazier before he stopped. “Like that. Your turn now.”

You swallowed and without thinking, wrapped your fingers around the fabric to hold it in place as you gripped his dick. You began moving your hand up and down, copying his motions hesitantly at first.

His lips parted, hot breaths ghosting across your face as his breathing became heavier. “Fuck, do it harder.”

You tightened your grip and sped up your movements, reveling in the effect it had on him.

“Ahh, yes, that’s a good girl.” He gripped the side of your thigh, nails digging into the soft flesh. “Keep this up and you might actually be worth something for once.”

You bit your lip, hating that you weren’t hating this whole thing as much anymore. Despising the way you felt more wetness seep out of you, nipples stiffening underneath your bra.

Sukuna’s large hands were roaming now, grabbing the flesh around your ass and trailing up to grope your chest through your clothes. He gripped your right tit harshly, causing an involuntary moan to fall out of your mouth.

Oh god, you were really losing it now.

“Mmm, I wish those pretty noises were the only ones that came outta your mouth instead of that bitching and whining you do all the time.”

Even when he was in the middle of getting pleasured he was so mean to you and you hadn’t even realized you were crying again as you jerked him off with increasing fervor.

You vaguely thought about resigning to not let out another sound for his satisfaction but the idea was snatched away from you before you could even consider it as he dipped his head and placed open lips on the hollow of your neck under your jaw.

A wet tongue ran across the surface before he started hungrily sucking the delicate skin wherever he could, as sloppily as possible.

“You’re so lucky your first time doing something like this is with your older brother, don’t you think?” He murmured against your skin. “You should thank me.”

“You’re disgusting.” You whimpered, watching sticky precum continuously leak from his slit. “Ouch!”

He bit your neck, causing a sharp pinch where his teeth pressed painfully down into the skin, threatening to break it. “Say it, bitch.”

“Th-thank you…”

You squealed as he bit your neck again, even harder. “Thank you for what? And address me properly.”

Your cheeks burned even more if that was even possible, but the thin and sore skin held between his teeth had the words rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for letting me jerk you off, big brother.”

You cringed at what you’d just said as his hips jerked up, thrusting his cock into your fist.

“Oh, you’re so welcome my darling little sister.” He drawled.

Sukuna lifted his head and you stole a glance at his drunken face. The look on it had your own pussy reflexively clenching around nothing, against his leg. You quickly shifted, praying he didn’t feel the movement, but of course,

“Even your poor little pussy’s begging for my cock right now. Should I give her what she needs?”

You drew in a breath as your stomach flipped, about to panic when the sound of a car pulling up into your driveway gave you something different to freak out over instead.

“Sukuna, I think…I think my date’s here…” You slowed your movements to reach for your phone, now registering the buzzing that had been coming from it earlier.

But he wrapped his own hand around yours and squeezed, rapidly picking up the pace and forcing you to jerk him off with increasing intensity. “You’ll just-fuck-have to make me cum even faster then, huh?”

You reached a thumb over and it grazed his tip, spreading the liquid that had collected there and dragging it down with the movements.

“Oh, shit-” He threw his head back as with a final thrust of his hips, his whole body stiffened and suddenly ropes upon ropes of hot cum were spurting out, most of it catching on the inside of your panties he wrapped around his tip.

After a few entrancing moments he stilled and you looked incredulously at the white that painted the fancy new pair of underwear you’d bought. “Sukuna! You ruined my panties-”

“Wear them.” He held them up to you, black lace now a stained, dirtied mess.

“What?”

“Seriously, are you hard of hearing or something? I said wear them. Don’t wanna keep your date waiting, do you?”

“Sukuna…” You pleaded through a new wave of tears, unable to even look at the soiled panties now.

“Keep crying and I’ll get hard again. Which you’ll have to take care, by the way.”

You didn’t bother to wipe your tears, just letting them fall as you snatched your underwear from him and stood to hastily slip it back on. You shuddered at the sensation of his drying seed against your folds, the liquid cool and tacky now.

It felt fucking filthy.

Even dirtier when you thought of how you’d be wearing his cum stains as you sat across from your date in a nice restaurant, realizing that there was no chance you could show them off now even if you wanted to.

You couldn’t stand to face Sukuna, the most fescennine grin wiped across his face at you trying to collect yourself after the ruined state he’d left you in.

Your phone rang and you picked it up, the call from your date just like you’d expected.

“Hey! I don’t know if you saw my messages but I came to pick you up a bit earlier than expected, if that’s alright.”

You looked at the time. 7:30.

You turned away from Sukuna and cleared your throat, trying to sound as lighthearted as possible. “Oh, sorry I was in the shower. Its alright, just give me five and I’ll be out, okay- ah-”

You stifled a yelp as you feel a large hand suddenly shoved into the waist of your skirt, long fingers pressed against your mound to rub the dirtied fabric against your cunt, smearing his cum along your damp skin.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” You say a little too quickly, stomach twisting at what he was doing to you while you were on the phone with the man you were about to go out with. “I’ll be out.” You quickly hung up as Sukuna’s hand slipped back out from under your skirt.

Your cheeks burned in shame as you turned towards him, wanting to say something, anything, to Sukuna who’s already tucked back into his pants and heading for the door. But it was all too much and you ended up remaining utterly silent in your overwhelmed state.

He stopped by you, giving you an almost endearing pat to the head with a shit-eating grin. “Have fun, lil sis.”

With that you were left alone in your room, like nothing had even happened.

[ccazimi]

We win yet again gang

[ccazimi]

That sukuna lactation fic oh my GAWDDDDD bless you for writing that 🙏🙏🙏🙏

giggled and kicked my feet while reading this

tumblrians always know how to appreciate freakiness 👅

[ccazimi]

i imagine that canonically sukuna has to be asexual or sth bc can you imagine if he wasn’t? there would be nothing normal about his sex drive if it existed, jjk would have no plot bc sukuna would probably spend half of it fucking bitches and spreading his seed like genghis khan

[ccazimi]

possible idea for a new sukuna x reader fic

in lieu of neglecting my longfic....

i have some ideas swirling around as concepts for new sukuna/f!reader fics, and i kinda wanna mess around with ideas of reincarnation, reader having a soul tie with sukuna, and a psychological story where the reader slowly falls into insanity (based on TDS album NIN bc i love them and that album as much as i love sukuna mwah)

so i was like how do i lowkey just combine all these elements into one story and now im thinking of a plot where essentially the story begins with the reader as a normal woman during the heian era with latent cursed energy. she's done dirty by sukuna somehow (he kills her) and in her moment of death a lifetime's worth of cursed energy manifests as a soul tie.

the woman reincarnates in the present day world, unaware at first of this whole past life ordeal and the soul tie. eventually some weird connection awakens and essentially when the woman she sleeps she wakes up in true form sukuna's body during the heian era (using him as a vessel), and eventually when sukuna sleeps he can wake up in the woman's body in the modern day. essentially they are connected despite the time gap and can use each other as vessels whenever they sleep. i intend the woman to slowly fall into some kind of insanity over the course of the story, or at least spiral downwards.

[ccazimi]

Milk

CW: smut, thighriding, dubcon(?), premature ejaculation, male lactation, breastfeeding, namecalling, 18+ MDNI

wc: 2.8k

A/N: legit no one asked for this im just having a self indulgent moment

You were contentedly sprawled across the cool silk fabric, the massive sea of dark red that made up the expanse of Sukuna's luxurious bedding. It carried his scent - faint notes of charred pine, incense, agarwood with just the slightest hints of his musk.

Such a delicious scent-

"Stop smelling my sheets." His disapproving voice came from somewhere behind you in his chamber.

"The come get in so I can smell you instead." You twisted your neck to search for him in the warm lambent light of the standing oil lamps.

"I'm...not tired." He was sitting on a cushion, draped in the black haori that encased his bare chest nearly entirely.

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion.

Sukuna had been absent more than usual the last few days - you thought he was avoiding you on purpose so you gave him his space. But four days was reaching the limit and eventually you steeled yourself and marched to where his personal quarters were located in the back of the estate amongst a forested patch of land, and confronted him.

Upon seeing you he caved in and let you into his room, denying that there was any issue. You weren't the type that cared to play guessing games so you took his word for it and invited yourself into his bed that you'd missed terribly.

Sukuna was never especially talkative and there was a mutual tacit agreement that silence was perfectly fine between the two of you - comfortable, even. What was odd right now, however, was his physical proximity.

If there was one thing to be known about Sukuna, it was that he was a man of the senses - your time with him may be spent in verbal silence but his hands were always on you, nose in your hair or the crook of your neck, the tongue on his stomach idly tracing patterns on your skin whenever and wherever it got the chance to do so.

So why was he being so off right now? Practically hovering since the moment you'd arrived, almost strategically keeping some distance from you at all times.

Oh.

Sukuna's brows furrowed slightly in confusion as he watched your default mischievous demeanor fall.

"Have you...grown tired of my body, my Lord? Do I not please you anymore?" You asked quietly, suddenly feeling out of place in this bed that was too big for you.

"What?! No." Sukuna's eyes widened slightly as he abruptly stood up, pulling his haori closer together like he was cold. "What a stupid idea. Why would you think that?"

You looked up at his genuinely perplexed face, only adding to your own confusion. "Well...you haven't been around lately, and now you refuse to lay with me-"

Before you could even finish your sentence the futon was dipping from his weight beside you as he climbed in. Your face lit up at the welcome heat which always radiated from his body, sinking into your naked skin.

You turned back on your side so you could curl up as usual by his chest, waiting for him to settle in completely so that you could fall asleep - taking naps next to him in his bed was one of your favorite guilty pleasures.

Except he didn't settle in, opting to stay about an inch or two away from pressing his chest flush against your back. You realized he still hadn't taken off his haori either - odd for a man that preferred to be bare-chested most of the time.

In an almost reflexive action, you closed the small distance, finally relaxing all the way when you felt the support of his large muscular frame behind yours even though it wasn't skin to skin with all four of his arms around you like you would've ideally preferred.

But for a second you could've sworn you felt Sukuna tense, possibly even jolt slightly when you pressed yourself into his clothed chest.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." Sukuna snapped. "Why wouldn't I be?"

You rolled your eyes where he couldn't see, faced away from him. "Then why are you being so jumpy? Are you hungry or something? Seriously, what's the ma-"

"Shhh." A large hand clamped onto your mouth, effectively muffling your chatter. "Give me some peace, just for once."

You had half a mind to nip at the skin of his palm but being here in his bed after days felt so good, too good, and you found yourself quickly becoming drowsy.

A few minutes passed by, and from the hand loosening its grip over your mouth you knew Sukuna was relaxing as well, falling into his "resting" state as he would call it (he personally believed he was above actually sleeping like humans did, and considered himself above such inane needs). You were half asleep yourself, body settling in and molding into his by instinct until you were encased by the warmth seeping from him through the fabric of his haori.

And then you felt it.

"What is that?" You sat up to find all four of Sukuna's eyes wide open.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Can you just go back to sleep?" He raised an arm to shove you back down to the pillow.

"I felt something wet on my back." You squirmed against his hold, managing to twist your torso over to face him. "Were you drooling on me?"

Sukuna scowled, huffing in indignation. "No, I did not drool on you. Do you always have to be odd, woman? You're making a fuss over absolutely nothing."

You sat up fully, about to retort back when something caught your eye.

In his agitation, Sukuna hadn't noticed a rather noticeable wet patch had formed on the breast of his haori.

"What-" Before he could say anything you yanked the collar of his robe aside, your eyes widening at the sight.

Small pearlescent beads of a liquid had formed on his skin, around a pink nipple that had puffed up slightly.

"Are you... Is that..." Before he could do anything you quickly swiped away the other side of his haori, peeling it away to find the other nipple was inflamed slightly as well, with a sheen covering it indicating that-

"You're lactati-"

Sukuna pulled his haori to cover his pecs again, another hand once again closing over your mouth to keep you from speaking. "Shut. Up. Do not say a word." He growled through a jaw clenched so tight it looked like someone had burned him.

But it was too late, an impish grin unfurled across your lips under his hand, eyes shining in mischief at the state your king was in. You swiped a tongue across his palm before biting it, not hard enough to draw blood but enough for him to quickly draw his hand back in surprise.

"Fucking- you little fucking shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

You were irritatingly fast when you wanted to be, swinging a leg over his body to climb atop his lap. Now you straddled him, the smug smirk on your lips growing by the second.

"Is that-"

"Don't say it."

"-milk?!"

He slapped a hand on his face, letting out a low growl of frustration. "Yes, its milk. If you say a word about it to anyone else I'm going to slice off your tongue and make you eat it. Now leave me alone." He demanded.

But neither his sharp glare nor threats could stop you as you opened his haori to expose his chest, gentler than before this time. "Don't worry I don't intend on telling anyone. It's not like I want to share anyways."

"Share? What are you..." Sukuna caught the look on your face. "No. Don't even think about it, I am serious- ahh"

His sentence ended with the closest you've ever heard Sukuna come to whimpering as your lips descended onto the ring of his right nipple. His reaction only spurred you on, and you quickly lapped up the droplet of milk that had collected and swallowed.

You weren't sure what you expected it to taste like, but it certainly wasn't this.

It was ironic how a man as angry and violent as Sukuna produced such a lovely tasting substance. His milk was mildly sweet with a slightly bitter aftertaste, like burnt sugar in the best way possible.

So fucking good.

His hand knotted in your hair in an attempt to pry you off from his nipple but your hands were already roaming his pecs, towards the other dripping bud. You rolled it between your fingers as you laved your warm tongue around his areola, feeling his chest heave under you while he began to pant. "Stop...it. You're so fucking weird-"

You rolled your eyes up at his strained expression and gave his nipple a hard suck before he could react. More liquid filled your mouth, almost as sweet as the look on his face. You greedily swallowed, suckling harder while massaging his full pecs with your hands.

"Mhm." You hummed around his skin as you felt a shiver run down his body.

"God, have- fuck, have some... decorum, woman." Sukuna was trying so terribly hard to keep his voice steady, the feat proving itself even more difficult when you decided to do the opposite of his request and lewdly swirl your tongue around, stimulating the area so more milk would flow.

You looked up at him, eyes hazy now in ecstasy, white liquid dripping from the corners of your lips as you fed. The sight was so dirty it sent blood rushing straight to his cocks and they rapidly hardened under where you were seated.

You released your mouth, detaching it from the wet and leaking patch of skin with a gossamer strand of saliva that broke away before flashing him another devilish look.

"You love this." You teased, with a grinding of your hips for emphasis to let him know his hard-ons hadn't gone unnoticed.

"You're not doing much better yourself, slut." With an opportunity to gain a little leverage over you, he gave a pointed glance to where your pussy sat on top of his clothed cocks, drenched in your leaking arousal.

You couldn't even pretend to be ashamed, though. "I can't help it. You taste so good, and you look so cute when you're embarrassed-"

"I'm not embarrassed," He gritted, "You're just violating me like the little freak you are."

"But you liked it."

"That's enough of this nonsense, get off me."

You pouted. "But your other tit is still full."

He looked at you in disgust. "Do not call it that."

You continued looking at him as he looked conflicted, deciding between his ego and pleasure.

"Fine." He finally ceded, much to your delight. "Do the other one." This time he guided your head to his other breast. "But be gentle for fuck's sake, they're sensitive-"

Whatever lecture he was giving you about being gentle had clearly fallen on deaf ears as you immediately latched your lips around his nipple and began sucking and nipping to no abandon.

You grinded on his cocks as you drank, feeling them harden even more under you.

"Slow - ah - down,"

But you only did the opposite, working over the tender flesh like you were starved. The milk trickled down everywhere, dripping down your chin and you could make out the faintest floral notes in it. The taste of him turned you on even more and you rutted against the outlines of his hard dicks, feeling the mess you were making on his hakama under your slick skin.

"Fuck, you filthy girl." The grip in your hair tightened, releasing an involuntary moan from your lips against his chest amidst the obscenely wet noises of your mouth. "I'm - fuck, fuck-"

Sukuna's hips jerked up, taking you by surprise as you felt his cocks twitching violently before his whole body stiffened as he bit down on his lips to keep himself from moaning out loud. Finally after a few seconds his muscles laxed, leaving you confused for a second before you felt the sticky, hot liquid soaking through his hakama and onto your thighs.

You smiled cheekily upon realizing, "Did you just..."

The look he was giving you was straight up murderous, and might have been enough to actually scare you if it weren't for the flustered pink that tinted his cheeks.

"Stop using your mouth to yap, and put it to use for once." He smirked, regaining his composure and though he'd already came his dicks weren't entirely soft yet beneath you. "Clean it up- since you love milk so much."

It was your turn to feel heat creep into your cheeks as the dynamic shifted and you understood you were being put back into your place with how he was grinning down at you. It didn't help the throbbing between your own legs.

You shifted down till your head was between his massive thighs, pulling off the hakama till his cocks were uncovered, still somewhat hard with blushed tips still sticky with drying cum. A hand wove into your hair, collecting it into a ponytail and lifting it to the side so he could get a good view as you eyes the viscous liquid smeared across the skin on his dicks and pelvis.

You stuck your tongue out, beginning with a single swipe through some of the liquid that had pooled on his skin above his top cock to taste it.

Salty.

It kind of complemented his milk, you thought.

This taste was one you were familiar with, though you loved it just the same. It showed in how you devotedly lapped at his skin, caressing it and closing your eyes to savor the taste of him on your tongue.

He breathed out at the sensation, running his fingers through your hair as he pet you. "Such a needy little cumslut." He purred. "Look at how greedily you drink my milk and my cum. And you were asking me if I was hungry?"

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to alleviate some of pulsing in your clit with the uncomfortable amount of wetness that had collected there. But the ache was too much, distracting you from cleaning the mess on his skin.

You looked up at him, eyes brimming with frustrated lust.

"What's the matter, pet? I didn't tell you to stop."

"I...need to cum. I don't think I can hold on any longer." You admitted breathlessly, looking up at him through your lashes as innocently as you could manage so that he'd forget about how you'd agonized him earlier and show some mercy.

You were met with a wolfish grin. "After what you pulled? I'm not laying a finger on your cunt. Figure it out yourself." He twisted your hair around his fist, shoving your head back down. "And get back to doing what I told you, slut. Do you have a problem following instructions?"

You bit your tongue, feeling irritated and unsatisfied even though you knew damn well you had this coming. You rubbed against his silken sheets as you bent over to go back to licking drying pools of his cum, sure you'd were making a mess on the fabric which provided no relief at all. Your hands roamed, fingertips skimming across the tops of his muscular thighs, tracing the dark tatted band that encircled them when the idea hit you.

You eagerly lifted your own leg to straddle a well toned quad, mouth leaving his skin for a second as you whined at the feel of his burning skin against your sex.

"I figured...it out...ahh, fuck." You bragged through small whimpers and moans as you grinded your sopping cunt onto the planes of muscle that adorned his thigh, tilting your pelvis forward so that your clit could rub deliciously along the firm curves.

Sukuna watched you hungrily, drinking in the sight of you getting off so brazenly on his thigh. "You're so fucking pathetic, you know that?"

"Mhm." You absentmindedly agreed, unable to care enough right now to preserve your dignity because of how good it felt. You dipped your head against and went back to sucking and licking the skin on and around his shaft, tongue dragging along in messy stripes as you humped his leg relentlessly, already feeling your pent up orgasm rearing its head.

"Just like that. Do I taste good, pet?" Sukuna asked though the both of you already knew the answer.

"Yes, yes! So fucking good." You babbled against his skin, desperately trying to get every last drop of his seed, wishing he still had more milk to spare.

He clenched his muscles and the sudden movement against your clit caused your orgasm to finally crash down on you, leaving you slack jawed and wide eyed at how sinfully good it felt.

You rode out your high, hips undulating back and forth until finally the last wave of your climax left your body limp. You collapsed onto his chest catching your breath.

When you felt yourself coming back to your senses, you crawled up to his chest and slapped a pec, earning a strangled noise from him. "So when are these things gonna fill back up?"

[ccazimi]

he thinks he's gonna eat him